Prouvaire's ResumeJean ProuvaireProuvaire's Resume2 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Latin Quarter, Paris, France
(555) 646-1832 Jprouvaire@lesamisdelaabc.org
To obtain a position as an instructor in languages or literature
Université Paris- Sorbonne, Paris, France
Masters in Modern Foreign Language and Literature
Bachelor of French Language and Literature
Assistant Librarian for the Sorbonne Library
Université Paris- Sorbonne
1830- Summer, 1832
Duties: Cataloging, reshelving, assisting students
Apprentice at Petit Journal
Rue de la Chaverirer, Paris, France
Duties: Assistant Printer, Run's the presses, prepare the ink rolls, set
deviantART ResumedeviantART Resume11 years ago in Humor More Like This
Sal Loria (`sasso)
Sunday, August 18th, 2002
Scott Jarkoff ($jark)
Dear Mr. Jarkoff:
With more than 569 days of progressive experience in the deviantART environment, I offer well honed, proven abilities as the visionary, supporter and driver of many strategies that have consistently delivered time and time again for the deviantART community.
After a few months within the community as a deviant with member status, I took the time to reinvent myself and explore the delicate aspects of deviantART. While this has been a passion of mine, I a
resumeThe trees were crackling towardsresume2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the tumbling slate-grey sky. The
morning was vain and well-rested;
you came a nightingale, soft
and unmoving. From there we
saw tragedies unfold continually
into an ocean of invented trust
and exogenic sincerity. Energy
thrown about and captured,
hardened wanderlust in our eyes,
screaming and laughing, falling,
folding with the sky. My heart
was an open cut and every
touch was a sting and I kept it
glistening and wavering so deep
inside that I lost contact with
the world, lost everything. I was
going through old pictures of us,
sunbleached pictures of sunlight
bouncing off our hair. Pictur
ResumeI'll give you back the smile that he stole so thoughtlessly,Resume2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'll take your hand and give you life and lovely memories,
I see the smile he erased hidden just beneath your eyes,
And I will give it back to you and make you feel alive.
This arrogance of mine may seem like its in vain,
But really I just see your eyes when someone speaks his name,
Your smile's false, I'll make it real, so please dont run and hide,
I know the pain you feel right now is eating you inside.
So take my hand and I'll remind you how you felt back then,
When fairy tales were hopes and dreams and you never knew of sin,
I never let it crush me, this wicked world o
How to Form A Metal BandHow to Form a Metal Band:How to Form A Metal Band10 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Note: This is just a humour piece and is not a part of the appeal so just sit back and relax ^^
--Step One: Can you growl/be really high-pitched?--
a) Yes: Proceed to the next step
b) No: Find a new job
--Step Two: What does your growl/shriek sound like?--
a) OO-WAH-Ah-Ah-Ah: You are mentally unsound, proceed to heavy or death metal
b) SHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA: You are a viking wannabe, proceed to power or heavy metal
c) IIIRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA: Demons possess your throat, proceed to death or black metal
d) *Unintelligibly high shrieking noise*: You might have been born in a dirty cradle, proceed
Rest My Sweetest DarlingSweetest little dragon child, with a tiny broken wingRest My Sweetest Darling1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
For you it is a solemn song that we are made to sing.
Your parents fought to save you, but here it is you lie
My sweetest little dragon child, why did you have to die?
There are no words to capture grief, nor the mourning in our hearts
I never thought that we were meant to be easily torn apart...
No pain in life could have ever prepared us, for the pain we faced today
My child I wish you could hear the words that we truly long to say
We wish we could have taught you, about the flowers in the spring
We wish we could have showed you, the homes of our kin...
We wish we could have lo
ResumeThere Is EverythingResume8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And There Is Nothing
And An Innocent Girl
But Tells The Truth
There Is Ugly
And There Is Beautiful
Exciting, And Dull
Wishes To Die
Hopes Of Suicide
And Someone Just Trying
There Is Also Hatred
Yet So Alive
There Is Pacifism
All Pain Since
Throughout The Years
And Throughout The Days
She's Been Fine
But She's Been Insane
Young In Age
And Old In Mind
There's Not Enough Time
Or Too Much
There's A Desired Touch
And There's Rape
But She Can Escape
We'll See Where It Goes
Accident on a resumeThis is written for The Challenge: Mishap for the Transformation groupAccident on a resume3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You ever have one of those days where your rushing through something, then look back and realize you've made several mistakes? Well...i had one of those days...it wasn't one of those signing your soul over to the devil or anything. I was job hunting. And I had stayed up late playing Fallout 3 on my computer again. Anyway, i was job hunting. My travels took me to a local book store. Nothing indicated they were hiring, but i asked for an application anyway.
I made my way over to
Godly Resume MemeGodly Resume MemeGodly Resume Meme2 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Now, as everyone knows: It is Tough To Be A God, but just how tough is it? Just like any other job you need to have a decent resume to show your differing skills.
(Choose any OC, favourite TV, book, etc. characters or even yourself to do this.)
Does it have any special meaning?
Titles you have/wish to have (We are not responsible for feuds caused by doubling titles):
Where do you live? This helps in which pantheon to place you:
Do you have any useful abilities? (Magic? Great strength? Can tie knots better than a Brownie Scout?):
What sort of jobs have you done in the past? Any godly business?:
Every single DevEmoticonRead the comment bellow and choose your favourite emoticonEvery single DevEmoticon3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
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Netherlands x Reader: Peter Pan You waited outside, sitting on the cold concrete steps of the church. You huddled your knees to your chest and blew hot air in between the top of your knees. You tried to warm up your nose, since it felt like it would fall off. You looked up at the sky trying to remember why you were there out in the cold again. Your Papa had told you to wait after church, thus leaving you in the teeth-chattering cold.Netherlands x Reader: Peter Pan11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Suddenly, you heard grunts and groans coming from the back of the church; you stood up quickly, noticing it was your Papa. You dashed into the church's backyard, you saw him on the floor pleading not to be beaten, but that man just kicked hi
Silent Ponyville 2 Ending 4+Silent Ponyville 2 Ending 4+2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Fluttershy stepped into the small tub, feeling the water wash over her entire body. Then, without taking a breath, she lowered herself to be completely submerged into the water. She curled up into a small ball at the bottom of the tub as the last of her air escaped from her lungs.
An image of her father appeared before her, as she smiled. No matter how much her body or mind screamed, she wouldn't give it the air it needed.
Fluttershy slowly slipped away, disappearing into a quiet, dark, watery world.
After Angel could no longer hear Fluttershy, he knew he had to act quickly. Unfortunately, he knew there was no way for him to get pas
Edward - Story of Snow Pt 6Edward - Story of Snow Pt 62 years ago in Settings More Like This
Chapter Twenty One
Soft purple clouds hung like smoke in a dusky twilight sky. The rosy spring evening light flooded through the pointed windows of the dark Gothic pile on the hill above the town, and painted the walls inside with broad swathes of glowing pink
The effect was peaceful and serene. The scene would have made a beautiful watercolour study, if it hadn't been for the horribly jarring note introduced by the black figure at one of the attic windows.
The figure was swathed in trailing strips of ragged bandages, like an inky black Egyptian mummy. The mismatched rags were pinned together with glinting pins, studs, wires and great ov
Spiritual ResumeTo God--Spiritual Resume3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
ResumeThis wasn't in the job description. This awkward, ill-fitting suit is not the kind of thing I normally wear. I borrowed it from an old school friend and she is obviously a size smaller than I am. Hence, cleavage. Everywhere. And this skirt keeps riding up. I close my eyes and try to think of a silver lining. But everytime I close my eyelids I see the face of all those people I've disappointed.Resume4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My father. My teachers. My old boss. My old co-workers. Paris.
The list is small but a dagger through my heart.
And so I'm here, sitting in a heavily air-conditioned reception area waiting to be called inside for an interview.
The room grows even co
A Corpulent FadA Summer weekday. The mall's food court was doing business as usual; not too many patrons, not too little. The sun bloomed in through the large glass walls on the far right side, light glinting off the polished surfaces.A Corpulent Fad3 years ago in Erotic More Like This
However, a new patron entered the court - a teenage girl, appearing to be between 17 and 20, and apparently the staff of all the food outlets were familiar with her, staring at her with mild unease as she entered. She gazed over the vendors available, thinking over with herself which to choose for today. She was quite partial to the Subway sandwiches, though the KFC buckets were always convenient and portable, at the expense
The Beauty+the Bat-Summary1The Beauty+the Bat-Summary12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
RPG Snape+Emily Summary EN
by ~ XehanortsNobody
The story begins to unfold on the first day of Harry Potter's third school year, at Kings Cross. Hogwarts pupil Lavender Brown is brought to the train station by her Muggle aunt. Because Emily normally lives in France and has no clue that her niece is a witch, she is not very amused by that fact. It seems like an accident in the chaos at the gate that 'Didi' (that's the nickname Emily calls her sometimes) forgets her suitcase, so that the red haired woman has to carry it into the train and go looking for her. Eventually the train departs and the Muggle is still on board. There is nothing she c
A Deal And A HandshakeA Deal And A Handshake2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Snapping awake in the dead of night, I hear him. He's calling to me again but the tone has changed. What a wonderful voice; soft and melodious like a song. Its not even real. Its in my mind.
Nonetheless, I go to him. After looking into the abyss for too long, something has finally returned my gaze.
Still partly in a dream state, a small scared voice screaming in protest, I dress quickly and leave out the back door with the distinct feeling that I'll never return again, at least not the same.
A colossal force is shifting on my behalf. Its cold intellect throbs like clockwork in my skull
Continuing to ResumeShe looked off into the distance, substantiated difference between the two, yet, still an air of whimsy about him. His eyes, she could not look at them for she was afraid she'd be consumed too far in this time. Lost too deep in the sea of bright blue ocean torrents that rendered their hearts.Continuing to Resume6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Their love. Their passion.
All so nakedly hiding under the blankets of society and how things were.
The love she felt for him. The way he had made her feel.
His touch. ...Like his hands were tracing every single vein in her body.
A sharp breath escaped her lips. ...She loved him.
Like no one else. Like no one else.
"It's funny, don't you think?"
My Spyro Fan Fics: Resume 1Note: The following resume covers the important plot points in my ongoing Legend of Spyro Fan Fiction up to and including my latest work, Shadow of the Future. It is a collection of over a 100 chapters of about 2500 words in length. The Fan Fiction, which overall titled is Legend of Spyro and Cynder, currently contains 9 long and short fan fiction stories all taking place after the videogame Dawn of the Dragon. It is a very long resume, but as indicated by the amount of work I have done, it needs to be.My Spyro Fan Fics: Resume 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Before I start going over the plot there are a few things I would like to point out about the direction I have chosen in my Fan Fics.
Caity's World, Part 9 Three years later, the world had changed, but not as much as it would in the succeeding year. The precedent-setting Henderson v. Linsky trial was about to be overturned in the Appellate Courts, where the judges would rule two-to-one that the ghostly visage of poor Joanna Henderson was not, in fact, enough of a person to qualify for equal protection under the Constitution, as the poor girl wasnt even visible for half the trial, and during the other half, her existence hadnt been proven by any scientific tests. The Million Monster March down the streets of New York City wouldnt happen for another two months. There had beenCaity's World, Part 96 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
CathieSalt-and-pepper hair contrasts sharply with the crisp, starched pillow;Cathie6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
bone-thin arms resemble bed rails--
tears in my arms, the morphine drip in your vein.
My inner rage refutes your calm acceptance.
You ask if we are waiting for you to die: no.
We are waiting for a miracle,
we are waiting for you to heal--
We are waiting for something that will not happen.
We are stretching for something that is out of reach.
We are holding onto our obsolete hopes, the small fragments of our lives
so closely, we cannot see the bigger picture
In a paradox, God is calling you clearly,
but we can't seem to hear His voice--
only the silence ringing in our ears
as the monitor stops
your breathing ceases
your face un-creases--
and, for the first time in years,
you run Home.