She jumped it was as fast as that. We were called to report the event in the hope that she wouldn’t jump, we wanted her to live to tell her story. But we were too late, by the time we arrived on the site there was yellow tape surrounding a portion of the sidewalk a few paces from a damaged stop sign.
The reporter badgered the eye witness for information.
As Julie watched, she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. This person had just been through a life-changing catastrophic event, and the reporter was asking “How do you feel?”
Could it even be describable? What kind of stupid question is that?
Eighty times ago, the reporter got snow. Snow this< snow that. Snow what I mean? She was comfortable with it< living wise. No worries, neither here nor there.
gossip, lies and bushes. Secrets and paying for info. Non-bias and mysterious. Messy work space, and lots of coffee. Expose the worst and keep us informed. Risky and no sides taken. Wrinkled khakis and button down.
When I think about a reporter I think that they have a awesome life. They get to go and experience all of the things that we see on TV and they get to tell the story. Some of the stories that they get to write about takes them to a whole new world and they get to experience something way new. At the same time I think that this would be an awesome job to have.
She flashed a smile as the camera man signaled that they were on the air. “We’re here live at ________ where the reported ‘contamination’ had originally occurred. For those of you who have been living under a rock these past few say, there have been incorrect reports that a form of Mad Cow disease has unleashed upon the human population. What the illness actually is seems to be much worse. Those infected are said to go through a series of signs before the full ‘madness’ sets in. A person will fist experience extreme hunger that doesn’t go away, next a light headed feeling is said to occur, soon followed by loss of balance and extreme hot flashed. Finally, the detail that makes this story truly horrifying, the infected develops a taste for human flesh and blood. I early cases, they simple started gnawing at themselves until they reach the end of their fate, but it seems to be learning from it’s mistakes. At least seven cases of flesh being ripped from bone to be consumed have been reported in this part of town alone. We go now with…”
the reporter stepped across the yellow line. His eyes were wide. this was the first time that his boss had trusted him with a story this massive. The crime scene was buzzing with life. Police men were all around the scene, trying to hide the body from the public.
I think of Clark Kent and everything that I wanted to be when I grew up. I wanted to be the one reporting on all the breaking news stories, and also the one that people needed, that people relied on to save them. I’ve always wanted to make a difference in peoples lives but never had the courage.
I was awed by the scene in front of me. I had never seen anything like it and by the looks of it, neither had any of the other people on the street. A reporter approached me to see if I would comment on live t.v. I didn’t know if I was completely comfortable with that. After all, I hadn’t seen everything that had happened, I had only just arrived a few minutes ago.
She looked down the street, her eyes sweeping the dark recesses and corners. Good, he was gone. If that damned reported found her again it could mean disaster for more people than he could ever imagine.
The reporter barged into the bar, and was livid. Livid because of what had been done to her-what she had suffered. She scanned the room, looking for something…someone to relate with.
Those darned leftist shills for Obama in the mainstream media. I absolutely despise the journalistic failures of the networks today. Why do they have an aversion to truth. One may never know. That is the problem.
I want to be a reporter. I already am one actually. I work for my school’s magazine “The Crimsonian.” I really enjoy it. I love writing about what I believe in, and I love the freedom being a reporter allows. I am in line to be editor in chief, and I am very excited.
I was just watching a news report about Obama just reading from the prompter and I thought about how many reporters just read and don’t actually know what they’re saying. Do they even believe in these things?
ummmmm reporter.. The first thing that came to mind was a weather reporter who reports the current/ future weather to the city’s citizens on tv. I cant think of any more reporters. news?
So the reporter decided to make everything wrong. He reported all the wrong details about everything. And so then everyone read the article, or heard it from their friends, and so the whole school got the wrong facts. The reporter started false rumors, which made me really mad, because the details were about me.
Julie sat on the edge of the river bank wondering what it was she was supposed to be writing about. The words that had always come so easily were nowhere to be found as though washed away with the rest of the debris from the flood. What she was missing was her angle. But this time there was no angle.
I might want to be one when I grow up, but I’m still not too sure you know? I mean I’m only a junior in high school, soon to be senior. But who ever came up with the idea that it’s ok to pressure students into deciding why they want to do for the rest of their lives any way? I mean we’re only kids right?
A reporter sneaky as he can be. Glimpses of knowledge leak into his brain. Snoop around, report back. Simple, not as quite. Hard work comes with it. Sometimes consequences comes with it. Just beware of what you find out.
The reporter stared at me expectantly. I had nothing to tell her. My eyes were as vacant as my mind. His words kept floating around in my head, bouncing around in the walls of my mind without really sticking onto anything.
He’d killed himself. He’d really done it. He was gone.
“Yes. He did. What else?”
I looked up. I had been speaking out loud.
“I don’t know. You tell me.”
The reporter chronicles the happenings in his community for his readers. He not only chronicles those events, he attempts to intepret them so that his readers will have a better understanding of their significance.
I think that being a reporter would be an exceptionally exciting career. Given the opportunity it is something I think I would have enjoyed pursuing as a career. Reporters seem to have adventuresome spirits, enjoy travel, enjoy meeting people and overall live very exciting lives!
We shake hands and take our seats. He’s wary. But that’s fine as I can work with that, I always do. He doesn’t need to know I’m an introvert masquerading as an extrovert, as long as we hit upon a common interest quickly. I’ve developed a skill set to ease things along such as a well-timed laugh, astute perception, or even a gasp. I do my research, but never reveal just how much I know in my line of questioning. A nod of the head or even bright eyes with an expectant pause of silence will often do the trick. Soon were talking like old friends. Secrets spill, yet I only plan to reveal what is necessary, what can be verified or attributed to a source. The rest? I treat it as if it were meant for my ears only. Call it a perk.
Reporters are on lots of different shows and channels including the news and others. You may even see them in front of a car accident, big game or any mayor event.
I am a reporter on the case of Brittany spears. The case of Brittany is very troubled and it helps me interprate all the things that she goes through. I was with her when she was on drugs and it was very
A reporter is someone who reports about news or other headlines and gives full information of event that is taking place the reporter may also be involved in the headline or news either way a reporter is someone who reads the news headlines and recalls the headlines
A reporter is a person that tells people what happened. Usually on the news there are heaps of things that happen. Whether it a robbery, fire and many other things, the reporter tell us the information about the situation.
A reporter is someone on the news who tells you information about the things happening around the world. There is also a type of reporter on online games, you can report people if they are doing something inappropriate.
hopefully they’re not biased! can spread news or garbage! don’t trust all you see in the media
She jumped it was as fast as that. We were called to report the event in the hope that she wouldn’t jump, we wanted her to live to tell her story. But we were too late, by the time we arrived on the site there was yellow tape surrounding a portion of the sidewalk a few paces from a damaged stop sign.
The reporter badgered the eye witness for information.
As Julie watched, she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. This person had just been through a life-changing catastrophic event, and the reporter was asking “How do you feel?”
Could it even be describable? What kind of stupid question is that?
Eighty times ago, the reporter got snow. Snow this< snow that. Snow what I mean? She was comfortable with it< living wise. No worries, neither here nor there.
News reporter speak so loudly and always have to much makeup on. Why?? The men always laugh oddly. Report something useful please!
gossip, lies and bushes. Secrets and paying for info. Non-bias and mysterious. Messy work space, and lots of coffee. Expose the worst and keep us informed. Risky and no sides taken. Wrinkled khakis and button down.
Some reporters write about salacious activities. An example of such a reporter is a gossip columnist whose object is to titillate.
When I think about a reporter I think that they have a awesome life. They get to go and experience all of the things that we see on TV and they get to tell the story. Some of the stories that they get to write about takes them to a whole new world and they get to experience something way new. At the same time I think that this would be an awesome job to have.
She flashed a smile as the camera man signaled that they were on the air. “We’re here live at ________ where the reported ‘contamination’ had originally occurred. For those of you who have been living under a rock these past few say, there have been incorrect reports that a form of Mad Cow disease has unleashed upon the human population. What the illness actually is seems to be much worse. Those infected are said to go through a series of signs before the full ‘madness’ sets in. A person will fist experience extreme hunger that doesn’t go away, next a light headed feeling is said to occur, soon followed by loss of balance and extreme hot flashed. Finally, the detail that makes this story truly horrifying, the infected develops a taste for human flesh and blood. I early cases, they simple started gnawing at themselves until they reach the end of their fate, but it seems to be learning from it’s mistakes. At least seven cases of flesh being ripped from bone to be consumed have been reported in this part of town alone. We go now with…”
the reporter stepped across the yellow line. His eyes were wide. this was the first time that his boss had trusted him with a story this massive. The crime scene was buzzing with life. Police men were all around the scene, trying to hide the body from the public.
The reporter just sat back and eagerly asked 100 questions so she could type in up in her newest journal update.
I think of Clark Kent and everything that I wanted to be when I grew up. I wanted to be the one reporting on all the breaking news stories, and also the one that people needed, that people relied on to save them. I’ve always wanted to make a difference in peoples lives but never had the courage.
I was awed by the scene in front of me. I had never seen anything like it and by the looks of it, neither had any of the other people on the street. A reporter approached me to see if I would comment on live t.v. I didn’t know if I was completely comfortable with that. After all, I hadn’t seen everything that had happened, I had only just arrived a few minutes ago.
She looked down the street, her eyes sweeping the dark recesses and corners. Good, he was gone. If that damned reported found her again it could mean disaster for more people than he could ever imagine.
The reporter barged into the bar, and was livid. Livid because of what had been done to her-what she had suffered. She scanned the room, looking for something…someone to relate with.
Those darned leftist shills for Obama in the mainstream media. I absolutely despise the journalistic failures of the networks today. Why do they have an aversion to truth. One may never know. That is the problem.
second pint of porter, please…
what?
repotrer!
I want to be a reporter. I already am one actually. I work for my school’s magazine “The Crimsonian.” I really enjoy it. I love writing about what I believe in, and I love the freedom being a reporter allows. I am in line to be editor in chief, and I am very excited.
I was just watching a news report about Obama just reading from the prompter and I thought about how many reporters just read and don’t actually know what they’re saying. Do they even believe in these things?
He rechecked his watch: 10:02 PM.
The girl in the red sweater was breaking curfew for sure.
He had his walkie-talkie in his hand.
But he didn’t call her in.
He followed her instead.
ummmmm reporter.. The first thing that came to mind was a weather reporter who reports the current/ future weather to the city’s citizens on tv. I cant think of any more reporters. news?
So the reporter decided to make everything wrong. He reported all the wrong details about everything. And so then everyone read the article, or heard it from their friends, and so the whole school got the wrong facts. The reporter started false rumors, which made me really mad, because the details were about me.
Julie sat on the edge of the river bank wondering what it was she was supposed to be writing about. The words that had always come so easily were nowhere to be found as though washed away with the rest of the debris from the flood. What she was missing was her angle. But this time there was no angle.
A reporter reports things and talks. The first thing that came to mind was a weather reporter. He/she talks on tv
I might want to be one when I grow up, but I’m still not too sure you know? I mean I’m only a junior in high school, soon to be senior. But who ever came up with the idea that it’s ok to pressure students into deciding why they want to do for the rest of their lives any way? I mean we’re only kids right?
A reporter sneaky as he can be. Glimpses of knowledge leak into his brain. Snoop around, report back. Simple, not as quite. Hard work comes with it. Sometimes consequences comes with it. Just beware of what you find out.
The reporter stared at me expectantly. I had nothing to tell her. My eyes were as vacant as my mind. His words kept floating around in my head, bouncing around in the walls of my mind without really sticking onto anything.
He’d killed himself. He’d really done it. He was gone.
“Yes. He did. What else?”
I looked up. I had been speaking out loud.
“I don’t know. You tell me.”
The reporter chronicles the happenings in his community for his readers. He not only chronicles those events, he attempts to intepret them so that his readers will have a better understanding of their significance.
I think that being a reporter would be an exceptionally exciting career. Given the opportunity it is something I think I would have enjoyed pursuing as a career. Reporters seem to have adventuresome spirits, enjoy travel, enjoy meeting people and overall live very exciting lives!
Sometimes, especially after he snuck into the darkened house at ungodly hours of the night, she found it difficult to turn off the reporter in her.
the tangled words are her guide,
the stories that she read and shared
but meant nothing to her
other than her paycheck
she wanted to share her words
her experience
and her story
but that didn’t earn her a paycheck
We shake hands and take our seats. He’s wary. But that’s fine as I can work with that, I always do. He doesn’t need to know I’m an introvert masquerading as an extrovert, as long as we hit upon a common interest quickly. I’ve developed a skill set to ease things along such as a well-timed laugh, astute perception, or even a gasp. I do my research, but never reveal just how much I know in my line of questioning. A nod of the head or even bright eyes with an expectant pause of silence will often do the trick. Soon were talking like old friends. Secrets spill, yet I only plan to reveal what is necessary, what can be verified or attributed to a source. The rest? I treat it as if it were meant for my ears only. Call it a perk.
Reporters are on lots of different shows and channels including the news and others. You may even see them in front of a car accident, big game or any mayor event.
A reporter is someone that reports on topics such as the news and important topics.
I am a reporter on the case of Brittany spears. The case of Brittany is very troubled and it helps me interprate all the things that she goes through. I was with her when she was on drugs and it was very
A reporter is someone who reports about news or other headlines and gives full information of event that is taking place the reporter may also be involved in the headline or news either way a reporter is someone who reads the news headlines and recalls the headlines
A reporter is a person that tells people what happened. Usually on the news there are heaps of things that happen. Whether it a robbery, fire and many other things, the reporter tell us the information about the situation.
A reporter is someone on the news who tells you information about the things happening around the world. There is also a type of reporter on online games, you can report people if they are doing something inappropriate.
A reporter is some one who reports on an event after it occurs example the Olympics.
A reporter tells people about stuff like the news the weather