GRE Prompt

GRE Topic

People always have a few secrets that we do not want to share publicly because of different reasons. Some secrets are closely related to our private life; some are too embarrassing to mention. However, we are curious and we are eager to reveal all the confidential and well-hidden secrets to the world. In the modern world, terrifying and shameful secrets are more likely to be reported on social media since the audiences prefer to listen to these shocking scandals, which may ruin their privacy. As a result, some say that scandal is the best methodology to attract people’s attention on a specific topic, as everyone is fond of viewing disclosed scandals and discussing the seriousness behind them. I personally believe this statement is not accurate because such statement fails to observe this phenomenon in a long-term perspective and neglects to analyze the significance of revealing scandals.

Nowadays, scandals are most likely to be addressed as negative news about celebrities or corporations. The strength of scandals is significant and effectiveness that they can reverse one’s reputation to a rotten state in a blink of time. As a result, scandals become an effective and favorable strategy to tackle your opponent. During the former election of California governor, the former Mayor, Arnold Schwarzenegger, was reported to have engaged in sexual harassment against a co-worker several times. These scandals rapidly deteriorated the reputation of the candidate and several women-rights groups raised their voice to oppose the campaign. However, the scandals twist and distort the idea of election. The ideal situation is to vote for the most suitable candidate that can improve the state’s social and financial performance in order to improve the general public’s living standard. However, strategies involving scandals distort the idea of election to vote for the person who has the least-scandals. These attacks do not focus on the policy direction and future implementation but the past history. I believe that scandals that revealing one’s past is less significant compared to the potential ability one has.

The statement may not be accurate in that most of the scandals do not relate to the important issues the world is experiencing at the moment. This is because the audiences are interested in reading scandals that are related to the person that they are familiar with, celebrities. Scandals that happened outside the country are considered tasteless because the audiences are not able to attach themselves in the situation. As a result, if you walk in a North American supermarket, the observation may shock you. Racks of magazines that writes about the Royal Family’s private life and Kate and William overwhelms the cashier. However, emergency topic such as Ebola and Global Warming which can potentially harm one’s survival never occur on the racks. These scandals mislead the reader to focus on minor problems and blur the sight of global issues. More importantly, these scandals spawns rapidly that the readers are bombardment with massive information. The latest scandals can easily overlap the previous one so each of the scandal does not last longer than a week.

Three Little Pigs

Once upon a time, in the ancient forest, there was a brick house where the pig's family lived. The family members consisted of the mother and three brothers. The brothers were best friend to each other and willing to help each one no matter what the circumstance was. As the brothers became older, they discovered the tiny house was no longer suitable for all of them to squish in. As a result, they set off the path and began to build a house of their own.

The eldest brother chose a location with a dense grass carpet. He decided to build the house merely with hays and large leafs. He thought to himself, "Well, I just need a shelter to prevent myself from getting wet."

The second eldest brother decided to build a mud house. He believed that a mud house could keep him warm in the winter and cool in the summer.

At the same time, the youngest piglet decided to build a brick house. He convinced himself that a house had to be tough enough to withstand every kind of threat. At the end, all of them finished the hard and exhausting building work. The brothers visited each other new home and celebrate their hard-working.

However, the forest did not only have the pig family, the residences varied. This included the infamous, Grey Wolf. He was 6 feet tall with long sharp claws that were as white and shiny as steel. Yet, the most fearsome part of the Grey wolf is his long-hollow growl. The rumor said that the growl could be heard from five miles away and no living thing dared to exit their shelter.

The Grey Wolf decided to pay a "friendly" visit to the pig brothers in the night.

Hearing the howl, the eldest brother swiftly jumping into his hay house and locked the door . Seeing the ambiguous shade flashing outside the window, the eldest brother could not move but trembled. The house was also shaking! He immediately regretted that he should remember the existences of his predators while he was constructing his house. Within a minute, the Grey Wolf blew house back into hays and leafs. Without thinking, the eldest brother followed his instinct and fled to his brother's home. Thanks for the raining hays and leafs, the Grey Wolf was unable to locate the pig.

As the second-eldest brother was about to rest, he saw his elder brother was chased by the desperate Grey Wolf. He quickly opened his door and rescued his sibling, The brothers instantly blocked the door with everything they could find in the house. However, the Grey Wolf was not merciful and gave the brothers no time to catch their breath. The mud house was no match with the growl and the brothers could only run to their youngest brother home before the house collapsed.

Passing through the tunnels, the trees on the sidewalk seemed to be happy with the incident. The trees were echoing by the long howl and they were as if laughed at the pitiful brothers because they would lose their lives once they stopped. Fortunately, the small tunnel hindered the Grey Wolf to sprint. the brothers reached the brick house at their last breath. The aware youngest brother quickly pull his siblings back into his fortress. He calmed his terrified brothers and ensured them the house was invincible. But, he was wrong. The Grey Wolf spent his last bit of energy and torn the brick house door down with his giant claws. The brother were in fear and squished at the corner together. Yet, they had no escape route because the wolf had blocked the exit.

The Grey Wolf was exhausted and he could only crawled on the floor by impaling his fearful claws into the ground. Bit by bit, The each stabbing sound the claws made pierce through the brother's heart. At the end, the brother's vision were slowly engulfed by the great body of the wolf. The youngest brother barely whispered out, " Please... Please don't eat us! I beg you. We are not as ta....ta... tasty as you imagine. The other brothers burst into tears because they knew the Grey Wolf was ruthless and there was no way they could escape their inevitable fate. Slowly, the wolf unfold his lips and glistening teeth reflecting the faces of the terrified brothers. A voice that released from the pit responded the worthless begging, " Ea... Eat? I..... I.... want... to..... know.... where the little...... Red Riding Hood is!!!!!"

The next day, at the riverside, the three brothers saw the Lamb mother putting stones into the asleep Grey Wolf's stomach.

Horror Story

Horror Story

    The guards found an old priest was fainted on the side of road at dawn near the gate. The guards offered the old one a cup of water and his hand was trembling and sprinkled his drink. His dull eyes were terrified as if he had seen ghosts. Constantly checking his back, the old man feared someone or as his described “something” had followed him. Then, he told the guard his village was scourged by an unknown but corrupted spirits. The old priest urged to warn the chieftain but the guards scoffed at him and mocked the old priest as an aging fool. At the end, the guards reluctantly sent the priest to our chieftain because they felt desolated.

     The clumsy priest rushed into the tavern when I and our chieftain were discussing the celebration of the king’s birthday. I was unpleased by the old fool’s rudeness since the majesty’s birthday was near and the preparation was behind scheduled. Yet, our chieftain held the old man’s hands and asked him to report his messages. Then, I heard the most unbelievable and ridiculous story ever.

        The priest lived at a small village not far away from ours. The village was well-known by their delicious sausages and their productive pig farms. Also, the villagers were famous because of their passionate hospitality. The priest said everything was normal and the villagers were busy to prepare the ceremony for the king’s birthday. “Then,” he whispered, “an ominous incidence occurred.” The peaceful pigs suddenly became fierce to each other and they were as if haunted by the evilness. The animal recklessly chewed the others even its piglets. The villagers were frightened but they refused to report because they fear the king might consider this was a bad sign and ruined the majesty’s mood.

    However, the story did not end there. According to the old man, a few villagers came to him yesterday morning and claimed that they were having a serve headache for days and the pain only aggravated. The priest told them that they were over-concerned at preparing the ceremony and then he offered the suffered villagers some lavender tea to help relaxing their tight nerves.

    In the mid night, the priest was praying in the church chamber as usual while a villager stormed in and interrupted him. “He looked nothing like a human,” the priest trembled, “all of his blood veins bulged out and something were crawling under his skin.” The aching villager kneed down and begged for help. However, the helpless priest could only pray and wish the agony and sorrow might vanish. “And then?” I teased the old fool and commanded him finished his story quickly. Our chieftain gave me a sharp glance implying me not to insult the priest furthermore. The priest paused for a while but he finally mumbled, “The man was possessed by a ghoul or banshee or something. His sudden growled hollowly and all the lights were diminished. His howl echoed in the holy church and the sharp roar pierced through my mind. His vengeful eyes turned into blood red and glowed clearly in the shadow.” I sizzled but the old fool continued his ridiculous story, “My instinct told me that the man had lost his last piece of saneness so I slowly retreated to the door that connected to cellar. The monster stood up and quickly dashed toward me.” The old fool added, “I was able to lock the monster inside the church’s chamber. However, as I rushed to the cellar, I heard the wooden door was crashed and the terrified howl broke the silence. I did not turn my head but I noticed a voice began to appear in my head. Fortunately I made it to the exit of the cellar and reached the ground.

       

The priest paused again but our chieftain asked him to continue. The old man took a huge breathe and continued his fantasy, “As I sneaked pass the butcher’s house, I heard he was chopping something. Splash. Splash. That couldn’t be pigs because we had either burned or buried the corpse early in the day. The chilling feel built up as I began to imagine what the butcher was working on. I was not brave enough to see.”

“My heart dropped into the pit and knew the damnation had begun when I saw a villager hanged his family up near the well. He sliced the livings with his sickle and enjoyed the pain he inflicted. I knew I should abandon this village. Everyone went insane and the village was surrounded by the screams from the innocent victims or the laughs from the ruthless monsters. I could not save anyone!” The old man burst into tears. The chieftain comforted him and murmured, “You had tried your best. You should not blame yourself anymore. I am sorry to your loss.”

        My impatience finally triggered me to end the old fool’s story. I grabbed the sorrowed priest and held him high in the air. I fiercely scolded at him, “Enough of your madness. How dare you spread these devilish words under the king’s name? Your cursed words bless no one but ruin this peaceful era. You are…” I was interrupted because the old fool cried out, “my head… it hurts. The voice reappears… The voice!” He struggled desperately and escaped my capture. Immediately, he exited the tavern and had not been seen in town again. Our chieftain harshly berated my impoliteness but I insisted listening to the old fool was just a waste of time.

   Later the day, everything was alright except the scout reported the horses had been unusually aggressive and the stable master was bitten.