The journey of my creativity

        My Favorite Teacher

My favorite teacher is a tall, lean, and strikingly handsome gentleman named Mr. Johnson. He has piercing blue eyes and salt-and-pepper hair that gives him a distinguished look. His smile is infectious, and it lights up his whole face, making him appear approachable and friendly.

Mr. Johnson is not only physically appealing, but he has an amiable personality, which makes him a favorite among his students. His love for teaching shines through in his mannerisms, and he is always ready to help his students. He is patient, yet firm, and displays a rare passion for his work.

Mr. Johnson is one of the rare teachers who can make even the dullest of subjects seem interesting. He has the ability to bring life to otherwise dull topics and makes lessons interactive and engaging for his students. He is a knowledgeable person and translates his knowledge into simplified and informative explanations that are easy to grasp.

Additionally, Mr. Johnson is respectful to all his students, regardless of their academic abilities, race or socio-economic status, which creates a warm and inclusive learning environment. He takes the time to listen to his students’ concerns and offers helpful guidance that has helped shape many students.

In conclusion, Mr. Johnson is not just any teacher; he is one of the best teachers I have ever come across. With his infectious smile, witty humor, and sharp intellect, he has transformed the way I view education, and I am grateful to have had the privilege to be taught by such an amazing person. Mr. Johnson’s passion for teaching gave life and meaning to boring classroom sessions. His impact on me was significant, and his teachings will remain with me forever.

Kylian Creed

There are 8 billion people on Earth, and everyone has its type in life and this is an example of one. Kylian Creed, a regular handsome man who doesn’t have any special traits but, he is quite tall 183, blonde, tanned skin, brown eyes, bushy beard. graduated law school 5 years ago. Clients trust him and they never fail their guts in him. Everyone knows how a hard worker he is, in a really short time he succeeded and built his own business.

He likes to be different from the others. Even though he is young, but he doesn’t like to go to any loud places, he wears his white Karl shirt with his black tie, he really cares about his mother which is the reason of building this character he has.  On the other hand, he is always angry at his mom for exhausting herself with home choruses

. A house with a large garden, a swimming pool and a big porch filled with toddlers playing with their grandma and his beloved wife, this is one of his biggest dreams and everyone around him knows about it.

His family is his only treasure and if he ever lost them he would never feel happiness again and his tanned skin will turn to pale and wouldn’t shine ever again, and his masculine voice might vanish and be that sad man who lives alone.

Kylian is this kind of a man, who is sweet, gentle, caring who gets angry so easily. He is a man with high expectations and of course a good looking man, this is his life’s type and who he is.

My Room

My cozy, little room embraces a feeling of comfort. The main feature is a grand king bed, inviting and luxurious, dressed in soft linens that promise a peaceful slumber. A window allows sunlight to gently brighten the space, making it feel warm and inviting. The walls, painted a simple white, add to the room’s peaceful atmosphere. Along one wall, I have three cupboards that provide plenty of storage for all my things, helping to keep everything organized and tidy. Next to the cupboards, there’s a stylish dresser that adds a touch of elegance while displaying my favorite items. Additionally, my room also includes a baby crib and a toddler bed, which bring a sense of joy and love to the space.

The Secret of the Coastal Lighthouse

Once upon a time in a small coastal town, there lived a young and ambitious journalist named Emily. She had always dreamed of uncovering captivating stories that would make a difference in people’s lives. One sunny morning, as she sipped her coffee at the local café, she overheard a conversation about a mysterious old lighthouse that stood proudly at the edge of the town.

Intrigued, Emily decided to investigate. She visited the town’s library and discovered a forgotten diary from a sailor who had once worked at the lighthouse. The diary contained intriguing tales of lost treasures, secret tunnels, and a hidden map. Emily’s journalistic instincts kicked in, and she knew she had stumbled upon a story worth pursuing.

Armed with the diary, Emily embarked on a journey to the lighthouse. The salty breeze brushed against her face as she climbed the winding stairs, reaching the top where a breathtaking view awaited her. But her focus was on unraveling the secrets hidden within.

As she explored the lighthouse, she stumbled upon a hidden door behind a bookshelf. With trembling hands, she pushed it open and found herself in a dimly lit chamber. Dusty old maps covered the walls, and an ancient wooden chest sat in the center. With bated breath, Emily opened the chest and discovered a worn-out parchment—the map she had been searching for.

Determined to uncover the truth, Emily followed the map’s markings, leading her to a secluded cove. The moon cast an ethereal glow on the shimmering sand as she stepped into the cave entrance. Inside, she found herself surrounded by glittering jewels and piles of gold—a pirate’s treasure long forgotten by time.

As she snapped pictures and marveled at the sight, a chilling realization washed over her. This story, if published, would attract treasure hunters and greed-driven souls who would destroy the town’s peace in their pursuit of wealth. Emily now faced a moral dilemma.

In a moment of clarity, she decided to keep the story hidden, safeguarding the town’s tranquility. The lighthouse, with its untold secrets, would remain a testament to the past, whispering its tales only to the waves and the wind.

Months passed, and Emily continued her journalistic endeavors, uncovering stories of courage, resilience, and compassion. Her career soared, and her name became synonymous with impactful reporting. Yet, she always carried the memory of the hidden treasure in her heart—a secret she knew was better left untold.

Reported Speech

Last Monday when I was shopping in the Big in Haifa I met a Japanese tourist. I had lots of different questions to ask him. Since I live in Israel and I read lots of information about Japan, I started my first question with what his name is, and he said his name is Akoko. Then I asked him about his age, and he declared that he is 30 years old. I asked him about what he is doing in Israel, and he told me that he has a wedding for his friend that he studied with. I asked him about the most interesting question for me, which is about what they are eating in Japan. He replied that there, they eat a lot of seafood. After that I asked him to tell me something about his town nobody know. he whispered that they don’t speak English very much. I asked him if they have a lot of stores. He giggled that they have but they can buy almost everything from vending machines. Then I asked him if he visited any countries before such as France because I was there, and he declared that he didn’t visit and he added that they have an Eiffel tower in Japan. Then I remembered that they had a Hiroshima bomb and asked him if they lost anyone in it. He cried that he lost his great grandfather. I asked him about what they do for a living and boomed that he pushed people onto busy trains. While we were talking, someone said:  “let’s go Akoko” so I asked him the last question quickly which was if he would recommend me to visit Japan. He announced that he did and said that Japan is a whole different planet.

The questions:

A: What is your name?

B: My name is Akoko.

A: How old are you?

B: I’m 30 years old.

A: What are you doing here in Israel?

B: I have a wedding for my friend that I studied with.

A: What do you eat in Japan?

B: There we eat lots of seafood.

A: Tell me fun fact about your town

B: In Tokyo we don’t speak English very much.

A: Do you have lots of stores?

B: Yes, but you can buy almost everything from vending machines.

A: Have you ever visited any countries before, such as France?

B: No, I haven’t. We have our own Eiffel tower in Japan.

A: Have you lost anyone in the Hiroshima bomb?

B: Yes, we lost my great grandfather.

A: What do you do for a living?

`B: I work Push people onto trains.

A: Do you recommend that I visit Japan?

B: Yes, I do, Japan is a whole different planet.