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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;*Rock-a-bye baby, on the treetop,*

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;*When the wind blows, the cradle will rock,*

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;*When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall,*

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;*And down will come baby, cradle and all.*

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Things aren’t always as they seem; one move can shatter all you’ve built, yet all you’ve built isn’t always deliberate. My brain is muddled with the mistakes I have made, will make and am making. I’ve always had so much, I still do—but the more I have the less wholesome it feels. My eyes used to be filled with light, colour, and significance—now I am shadowed by the constant euphoria.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Euphoria:- a feeling or state of intense excitement and happiness.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Euphoria used to mean that—good things—but now it consumes me. It grew steadily; started as a slight nagging and grew to a beast, taking bites out of me with every inhalation. I still remember the day that it all started, the day that I broke the last straw, lost the last emotion; the day I made the mistake of walking home after my graveyard shift.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Trust me, lady,” the shady man from the alley said as he grabbed my arm—it wasn’t hard but it was far from gentle—whispering with heavy breaths, “I can see it in your eyes.”

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I need to go,” I shuddered in response; I was so scared, so unfamiliar.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“You's sad, I can see it, I know what you need, lady, trust me,” he went on, shoving a bag in my face, “*this* is the stuff you need.” I started to become frustrated, I mean, there was a smelly, shady young man whispering in my ear about some drug; little did I know, he would become my saviour.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I don’t think *hallucinations*, are going to help me put my life back together,” I spat. Oh, the irony! I thought I had hit rock bottom back then, I didn’t know of the trenches lying ahead of me.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“No, lady, heroin isn’t like that. You won’t hallucinate like MDMA or LSD; it’s a nice friendly drug.” he explained, “this shit doesn’t get you high, or screw you up, everything thing is just mellow, and happy—the world is beautiful.” That was the point where I was starting to become convinced, “you could smoke it at home, smoke it at work; heroin doesn’t create, it *erases.*” Sold, at the drop of a hat. That man—whom I now know as Trey, or in situations I’ve tried to repress, *babe*—knew how to use his words to manipulate me into doing whatever he pleased, a skill that proved useful to him later on. I revisited that alleyway 47 times after the fact, but I met Trey himself 164 times—our relationship evolved from simply the purchase and sale of heroin. At the time, it wasn’t manipulation, it was rescue: I was lonely, depressed, and barely managing to maintain a dead-end waitressing job; Trey showed me the drug that dissolved all my negativity, and his own presence dispersed my loneliness. What I now realize was the exploitation of resources seemed at the time to be real, maybe my rationality was altered by the heroin, but I felt the most sane I’ve ever been. Nine times out of ten, I would go somewhere with Trey and smoke the stash I’d bought *with* him, when I could only afford less but what I needed was more, he would even share some of his. I was so young and so stupid; I thought that’s what love was, *sharing your heroin.* God, I was so stupid.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It didn’t take long for me to fall in what I thought was love, but could you blame me? I was being provided with powdered happiness, the only thing I was really living for. I never realized that I had never spent a night with him sober; I made him priority, my moments with him were the only moments that mattered. To him, I was simply a customer, and then a sex toy—I was never a human being. Yet night after night I texted him over and over, smoked with him, made love to him—the cycle continued for months, and I loved it, but every thing must come to an end. A rude awakening, clichéd and yet the most unexpected thing to ever happen: I was pregnant; I missed my period the last month. At first, I brushed it off as a side effect of the alien substance running through my veins, but in a burst of rationality I got myself tested. I kept smoking—but I started to get careful, only smoking once a week, then once every two, however, I could never bring myself to really stop, why didn’t I stop? About 3 months in, I told Trey—well, I didn’t tell him, he noticed my hesitance and then my stomach, and with my lack of comprehensible response, he caught on.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“You’re goddamn pregnant,” he mumbled one day, obviously numbed by the drugs, “you can’t smoke my shit anymore.” I saw it as an act of care, a muted ‘I love you,’ but to him it was just a lost customer, lost money. In a stroke of epiphany my saviour and my enemy all at once developed another business idea. “If you smoke it, the baby gets all the drugs,” he spoke confidently, making me believe he had some medical knowledge—although, I would have believed anything from him at that point, “but if you inject it just stays in *your* blood.” Brilliant, absolutely brilliant; take my pregnancy and turn it into an investment, sell me more expensive drugs, take me even further down the rabbit hole. I never stopped doing heroin throughout my pregnancy. Trey left a few months later, as soon as he found out there wasn’t going to be an abortion, as soon as found out this was as much his responsibility as it was mine. He may have moved across the country or across the street, I didn’t know, but he blocked my calls and I gave up. I found another dealer, and I gave up. That’s how I know it wasn’t love on my part either, at least not love for the man, but for his produce.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I was dedicated to that drug, so dedicated that I never thought more ahead than the next morning, I never thought about what I was doing to myself. I took 20 hits of heroin a day in my last trimester; I needed that much to handle the side effects of pregnancy. I half-expected the baby to die before I had to care for it—but it was stronger than I. April 26th—8 months and 23 days of pregnancy—I went into labour. The pain covered my entire body to such an extent that not even the heroin could make it stop; I felt almost helpless, I had no *human* friends to guide me. I knew only one thing coming into this—and its implications:

1.  I have no money
	* I cannot afford to go to the hospital
	* I cannot afford to raise this baby

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Despite my long-term patronage to heroin, there remained sparse drops of sanity within me, and through those I determined that my only option was to keep the child. It was through those drops that I also realized the health of the baby would not be substantial, in fact, it is miraculous that the foetus remained to grow throughout the entire gestation period; the baby will be severely messed up if it survives birth. I had gotten myself into a situation that had no upside, but due to the influence I was under, I was so goddamn calm. I hadn’t a clue what I was to do, yet I hadn’t a crap to give—or perhaps a better way to explain was that I hadn’t the ability to feel, everything had a silver lining, even if it didn’t.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I birthed the baby on my living room floor; I chose to do so because the carpeting was a deep maroon, therefore any stains would not be overly detrimental. He came out blue and silent, but he wasn’t dead—he was also not normal. He was ugly, it was so ugly. I knew for a fact such aesthetic could only stem from deformity, there was a muddled order of the features on its face, features that were not mine. This is not a child I felt the want or need to keep in my home, nor did I have the means of doing so. In what I thought was an excellent plan, I took the baby to the cool darkness outside of my home, and settled him gently on the floor. Using the materials around me I fashioned an intricate cradle of sticks and leaves—sturdier than concrete—and gently hung it upon the branch of a tree, low enough that I could just reach it. Gently, I placed the baby in its new cradle; I had the urge to kiss the baby goodbye, to feel any compassion, but the feeling was too easy to dismiss. In that moment, I had justified my own decision; if I didn’t love the baby, nobody would. I would visit it in the morning to feed and comfort it, I would keep the baby alive so not to be deemed a murderer; everything made so much sense.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I woke up the next morning, exceedingly sober. The implications of my actions slowly trickled into the back of my mind, like a drop of blood down my scalp. *I gave birth last night, while high, and I left the baby in a forest.* Glancing at the clock I noticed it had only been a few hours, I hoped to salvage the situation. That was the first morning in a very long time in which my primary thought had not been heroin. Running outside, it hit me that it was much too late; there was no possibility of a happy ending. By the trees I noticed what I though was a cradle and now realized is nothing but a pile of sticks and junk on the floor, stained slightly browner than its surroundings. The overwhelming smell of loss encompassed me as I lifted the ‘cradle’ away, revealing what was underneath. The foetus was covered in blood, skull cracked open, unmistakably dead. In my delusion, I did not witness myself hang a baby to a tree with some sticks, I did not realize how far my life had crashed downwards, how much I had ruined myself, I did not know that down would come baby, *‘cradle’ and all.*

title: [MF] Rock-a-Bye Baby

question: Summarize the narrator's experiences in the story.

text: The answer doesn't mention that the narrator is high on heroin when she gives birth.

answer: In the beginning, the narrator is a depressed woman who gets convinced to try out heroin by a man named Trey. She develops an addiction to the drug, and under the influence of it, becomes involved with Trey. They start a relationship, where the narrator assumes they are in love, but she's only a customer and a sex toy to Trey. She becomes pregnant at some point, and Trey realizes the situation three months into her pregnancy after noticing her hesitancy to smoke heroin. He convinces her to inject instead, claiming that would keep the drug from going to the baby. She believes her, but he abandons the narrator anyway after a few months. She finds a new supplier and eventually gives birth to a baby. In her drug-addled state, she puts the baby in a cradle made of branches, realizing after waking up that she just hung her baby on a few branches in the forest. She finds out that the baby is dead, and all she can feel is the loss.

text: "She believes her, but he abandons the narrator anyway after a few months." - this is incorrect. Trey abandons the narrator after he finds out she's pregnant and refuses to abort the baby.

text: "She becomes pregnant at some point, and Trey realizes the situation three months into her pregnancy after noticing her hesitancy to smoke heroin. He convinces her to inject instead, claiming that would keep the drug from going to the baby. She believes her, but he abandons the narrator anyway after a few months. She finds a new supplier and eventually gives birth to a baby. In her drug-addled state, she puts the baby in a cradle made of branches, realizing after waking up that she just hung her baby on a few branches in the forest. She finds out that the baby is dead, and all she can feel is the loss." - this is inaccurate. Trey doesn't realize the narrator is pregnant until three months later. He doesn't convince her to inject the drug, but he does suggest it. Trey doesn't abandon the narrator after a few months, he abandons her after realizing she wasn't going to abort the baby. The narrator doesn't find a new supplier, she just finds another dealer. The baby isn't born in the forest, the narrator hangs it on a tree.

text: "She believes her, but he abandons the narrator anyway after a few months." - doesn't make sense. Rewrite the sentence.

text: The answer should mention that the narrator is addicted to heroin.

text: "She believes her, but he abandons the narrator anyway after a few months." - doesn't make sense. Delete "her" and "after a few months" and replace with "him" and "as soon as he found out there wasn't going to be an abortion".

text: "She believes her, but he abandons the narrator anyway after a few months." - this isn't clear and would be better if rephrased.

text: The narrator's relationship with Trey is misrepresented.

text: The narrator believes everything Trey says when they first meet.

answer: In the beginning, the narrator is a depressed woman who gets convinced to try out heroin by a man named Trey. She develops an addiction to the drug, and under the influence of it, becomes involved with Trey. They start a relationship, where the narrator assumes they are in love, but she's only a customer and a sex toy to Trey. She becomes pregnant at some point, and Trey realizes the situation three months into her pregnancy after noticing her hesitancy to smoke heroin. He convinces her to inject instead, claiming that would keep the drug from going to the baby. She believes her, but he abandons the narrator anyway after a few months. She finds a new supplier and eventually gives birth to a baby while high on heroin. In her drug-addled state, she puts the baby in a cradle made of branches, realizing after waking up that she just hung her baby on a few branches in the forest. She finds out that the baby is dead, and all she can feel is the loss.

text: The answer omits that the narrator is lonely and depressed, and that she is working a dead-end waitressing job.

text: "She believes her, but he abandons the narrator anyway after a few months. She finds a new supplier and eventually gives birth to a baby while high on heroin. In her drug-addled state, she puts the baby in a cradle made of branches, realizing after waking up that she just hung her baby on a few branches in the forest. She finds out that the baby is dead, and all she can feel is the loss." - this is inaccurate. Trey never convinced the narrator to inject heroin. He also never abandoned her. The narrator found a new supplier on her own, and Trey never found out about the baby. The narrator also didn't hang the baby on a few branches. She hung the baby on a tree.

text: "She believes her, but he abandons the narrator anyway after a few months." - this is incorrect and should be removed.

text: "She becomes pregnant at some point" - add that the narrator was still using heroin while pregnant.

text: "She becomes pregnant at some point, and Trey realizes the situation three months into her pregnancy after noticing her hesitancy to smoke heroin. He convinces her to inject instead, claiming that would keep the drug from going to the baby. She believes her, but" - this section is inaccurate and can be removed.

text: Grammatical error that makes the answer incoherent.

answer: The narrator has made mistakes in the past, and is currently addicted to heroin. She is lonely, depressed and living in a dead-end waitressing job. She met Trey, who supplied her with heroin, and they got into a relationship based on the purchase and sale of the drug. She became pregnant, and despite the baby being Trey's, he abandoned her. She kept taking heroin throughout her pregnancy, and gave birth to her baby on her living room floor. She placed the baby in an improvised cradle that she hung on a tree branch outside her home. In the morning, she discovered that the baby had died.

text: The answer should mention that the narrator is the one who killed the baby.

text: The answer should mention that the narrator was high on heroin when she gave birth.

text: The answer omits the narrator's realization that her life is a mess.

text: The baby's death is inaccurate.

text: The answer omits that the narrator left the baby to die in the forest.

text: She placed the baby on the floor on the forest not on the tree.

text: The baby was not abandoned by Trey. She chose to abandon it when she found out that she was pregnant. This should be mentioned.

answer: In the beginning, the narrator is a depressed woman who gets convinced to try out heroin by a man named Trey. She develops an addiction to the drug, and under the influence of it, becomes involved with Trey. They start a relationship, where the narrator assumes they are in love, but she's only a customer and a sex toy to Trey. She becomes pregnant at some point, and Trey realizes the situation three months into her pregnancy after noticing her hesitancy to smoke heroin. He convinces her to inject instead, claiming that would keep the drug from going to the baby. She believes her, but he abandons the narrator anyway after a few months. She finds a new supplier and eventually gives birth to a baby while high on heroin. In her drug-addled state, she puts the baby in a cradle made of branches, realizing after waking up that she just hung her baby on a few branches in the forest. She finds out that the baby is dead, and all she can feel is the loss.

answer: The narrator has made mistakes in the past, and is currently addicted to heroin. She is lonely, depressed and living in a dead-end waitressing job. She met Trey, who supplied her with heroin, and they got into a relationship based on the purchase and sale of the drug. She became pregnant, and despite the baby being Trey's, he abandoned her. She kept taking heroin throughout her pregnancy, and gave birth to her baby on her living room floor. She placed the baby in an improvised cradle that she hung on a tree branch outside her home. In the morning, she discovered that the baby had died.

answer: In the beginning, the narrator is a depressed woman who gets convinced to try out heroin by a man named Trey. She develops an addiction to the drug, and under the influence of it, becomes involved with Trey. They start a relationship, where the narrator assumes they are in love, but she's only a customer and a sex toy to Trey. She becomes pregnant at some point, and Trey realizes the situation three months into her pregnancy after noticing her hesitancy to smoke heroin. He convinces her to inject instead, claiming that would keep the drug from going to the baby. She believes her, but he abandons the narrator anyway after a few months. She finds a new supplier and eventually gives birth to a baby. In her drug-addled state, she puts the baby in a cradle made of branches, realizing after waking up that she just hung her baby on a few branches in the forest. She finds out that the baby is dead, and all she can feel is the loss.


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ISABEL LOSADA is a British Author of narrative non-fiction. Her most recent full-length books (_The Battersea Park Road to Paradise_, _Sensation_ and _The Joyful Environmentalist_) combine humour with a serious look at their subject matters and are true-life accounts of her own experiences.[1][2] She has one daughter and lives in Battersea, London.[3]

Books

New Habits

_New Habits_ (Hodder) examines happiness among Church of England nuns. When a friend announced that she was going to become a nun (or more correctly a 'religious'), the author decided to interview ten more young women who were making the same choice to join a range of different Christian communities ranging from enclosed contemplative communities to Franciscan communities. The interviews cover the women's feelings about the vows of poverty, celibacy and obedience as well as describing other details of the daily life of a religious sister.

The book is included in the Diocesan Directors of Ordinands recommended reading list for those exploring vocation.[4]

The Battersea Park Road to Enlightenment

_The Battersea Park Road to Enlightenment_ (Bloomsbury) is an exploration of the subject of happiness. In it she tries out many of the 'New Age' courses available in the UK that claim to offer routes to inner peace and personal fulfilment. The book explores Insight Seminars, T'ai chi, a retreat in an Anglican convent, Astrology, Tantric Sexuality,[5] Co-Dependent's Anonymous, Colonic irrigation, Rebirthing-breathwork, Past life regression with Roger Woolger various forms of massage including Stone massage and Kahuna Hawaiian massage, Neuro-linguistic Programming, an Anger management workshop, and a workshop on Angels with William Bloom. The book was chosen as Radio 4's Book of the week and Isabel performed it herself for the series. The book went on to become a bestseller in the UK and has been translated into 15 languages including Japanese and Russian. Oprah Radio host Mehmet Oz called the book “a fantastically cool endeavour”.[6] Bloomsbury produced a '10th Anniversary Edition' in 2011 and in 2014 the book is in its 20th reprinting.

For Tibet, with Love. A Beginner's Guide to Changing the World

_For Tibet, with Love. A Beginner's Guide to Changing the World_ (Bloomsbury) explores what one person can do to make a difference, in this case to the cultural imperialism of the Chinese Government in Tibet. The book was republished in 2005 reversing the title and subtitle so became 'A Beginner's Guide to Changing the World' (which was also the title of the US edition).[7] This second UK edition also had a different ISBN. In 2010 Bloomsbury brought out a new third edition, with a new preface under the original title.[8] In this book Isabel travels to Lhasa explores how individuals and groups can use the media to raise awareness and influence public opinion and finally travels to Dharamsala to interview the 14th Dalai Lama.

Men

_Men_ (Virgin / Random House)[9] is a humorous examination of the widely experienced sociological phenomenon of there being many more single and available women over the age of 40 in our cities than men and answers the question “Where are all the interesting and available men?” The book considers the many factors that have produced this discrepancy including an interview with Simon Baron-Cohen, which details the differences between the male and the female brain. During a tour of Ireland to promote the book, she appeared on the renowned Gerry Ryan Show (the interview lasting a whole hour).[10] Following Ryan's untimely death, she declared that “making Radio with Gerry was better than having sex with most men”.[11]

The Battersea Park Road to Paradise

_The Battersea Park Road to Paradise_, (Five Adventures in Being and Doing) (Watkins) explores Feng Shui, Anthony Robbins, Vipassana, Advaita and Shamanism was published in 2011. This book begins by exploring the impact of our environment and ends with an exploration of the nature of consciousness itself through the teacher Mooji and ends with an experience of taking Ayawaska with the Ashaninka in the Amazonian Rainforest.[12]

Sensation

_Sensation_ (Watkins) is Losada's account of a year spent exploring the subject of sex between heterosexual couples, and in particular what makes sex into good sex in long term and loving relationships.[13] The research for the book involved participation in various courses, couple workshops, women-only weekends and attending the first international conference on Orgasmic Meditation. The book, part memoir and part manifesto in the cause for better relationships between men and women, has been praised for its honesty about a subject often shrouded in fear and shame despite the so-called sexual revolution.[14] Russell Brand, who interviewed Losada for an episode of his podcast Under The Skin with Russell Brand, stated that “I have learnt from Isabel that we are not approaching sex in a very conscious and connected way. It's very interesting to read a woman talking plainly and mechanically about sex. I want to learn this stuff.” [15] Sensation was also chosen as the ‘Non-Fiction Book of the Month’ by The Bookseller magazine.

The Joyful Environmentalist

_The Joyful Environmentalist. How to Practice Without Preaching_ (Watkins) is Losada's collection of stories, reflections and ideas about the steps that an individual can take to help save the environment and the planet. As well as tips to reduce the use of plastic, switching to renewable energy, ethical banking, sustainable clothing choices, and gardening for biodiversity, Losada recounts her personal experiences of planting native trees in the Highlands of Scotland, playing Samba drums with Extinction Rebellion and visiting Knepp Castle estate and its pioneering rewilding project known as Knepp Wildland. The environmental and political activist George Monbiot is quoted as saying about the book, “this is the joy we need in our lives”.

Awards

In 2019 Isabel was awarded ‘Author of the Year’ by Kindred Spirit magazine.[16] The magazine selected Isabel for the body of her work in the Mind Body Spirit sector and the award was secured by her popularity in a reader vote.

Talks and Journalism

Isabel gives comedy talks and presentations about her work, particularly at literary and arts festivals such as, for example, the Brighton Festival, The Edinburgh International Book Festival, Ways With Words (Dartington)[17] and the South Asian Literature Festival.[18] As part of the 2011 SW11 Literary Festival she was “Author in Residence”, which also involved spending nine days sat in the window of a Waterstone's bookshop![19][20] She has been interviewed about her work on BBC Radio 4's Midweek, Start the Week, Woman's Hour (several times) and Excess Baggage[21] as well as for Jeremy Vine and Steve Wright on BBC Radio 2. Isabel was also invited to present her own series (x12) of Thought for the Day for BBC Radio 2. She has been interviewed by local radio stations all over the UK, America and Australia on several book tours.

She writes regularly for newspapers and journals,[22][23][24] and the occasional blog.[25] A short article on the “importance of knowing nothing” was published by the prestigious Royal Society of Arts in 2011.[26]

Tibet

She has been a supporter of and active campaigner for the Tibetan cause for many years, and a founding member of 'Act for Tibet'. In 2003, during the writing of the book ''For Tibet, with Love '', she organised a stunt in Trafalgar square — a banner depicting the Dalai Lama was unfurled from the top of Nelson's Column and a pro-Tibet campaigner made a parachute jump.[27] Her list of 'top 10' books about the Dalai Lama and Tibet appeared in the Guardian.[28]

The Battersea Literature Festival

In 2014 Isabel was invited to become the artistic director of The Battersea Literature Festival. A Festival that takes place in the first two weeks of September in various locations in Battersea which include The Battersea Arts Centre, The Battersea Power Station and local bookshops. Isabel described being given this opportunity as 'The dream job for an author between books.'

Patronage

Isabel is the Patron of the Charity 'Centrepieces'.[29]

Bibliography

-   _New Habits: Today's Women Who Choose to Become Nuns_ (1999)
-   _Battersea Park Road to Enlightenment_ (2001)
-   _For Tibet, with Love. A Beginner's Guide to Changing the World_ (2004)
-   _A Beginner's Guide to Changing the World: For Tibet, with Love_ (2005)
-   _100 Reasons to Be Glad_ (2006)
-   _Men! Where the **** Are They?_ (2007)
-   _The Battersea Park Road to Paradise_ (April 2011)
-   _Sensation_ (2017)
-   _The Joyful Environmentalist; How to Practise without Preaching_ (2020)

[1] The Book Swap Interview – Isabel Losada Beat Magazine, September 2011.

[2] Isabel Losada. From NLP to Enlightenment Rapport magazine, Issue 15, Spring 2009.

[3] Writer goes to work in bookshop window London Evening Standard, 21 September 2011

[4] A reading list for those exploring vocation Church of England, Directors of Ordinands.

[5] Truly, slowly, deeply Guardian, 24 March 2001.

[6] A Quest for Enlightenment Oprah Radio, 4 December 2008.

[7] Making a Difference, Joyfully AlterNet, 6 July 2005.

[8] Isabel Losada _For Tibet, With Love_. Bloomsbury Reading Guide.

[9] Isabel Losada _Men! (Where the **** are They?)_. Waterstones Preview.

[10] Isabel Losada on Gerry Ryan Show 2007

[11] RTE tribute to broadcaster Ryan Belfast's U105 Radio Station, 30 April 2010.

[12] Isabel Losada tells us about her new book theindiaphile, 17 November 2010.

[13] Isabel Losada Who said sex has to be red hot? Guardian, 23 September 2017.

[14] Costello, I. Guest Author – Isabel Losada: Sex – Let's be honest The Literary Sofa, December 6, 2017.

[15] Can We Have More Connected Sex? . Under The Skin with Russell Brand Episode #27, September 14, 2017.

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[17] Way With Words Dartington

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[20] Author in Residence Clapham-Junction.com

[21] Excess Baggage BBC Radio 4

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[24] Isabel Losada's top 10 books about the Dalai Lama and Tibet Guardian, Tuesday 1 June 2004

[25] Author for Sale – in Waterstone's Window Posterous Spaces.

[26] Last word: The importance of knowing nothing Royal Society of Arts

[27] Protester parachutes off Nelson's Column BBC News, Friday, 9 May 2003.

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title: Isabel Losada

question: What does the article say about Losada's activities unrelated to her books?

text: While at first glance the comedy talks and presentations would seem like a different activity, it is stated that they are about her work, which implies they are connected to her books.

category: accuracy

answer: Losada planted native trees in the Highlands of Scotland. She also gives comedy talks and presentations about her work. She also writes regularly for newspapers and journals and the occasional blog. She is also a supporter and active campaigner for the Tibetan cause. She served as the artistic director of The Battersea Literature Festival in 2014.

answer_source: Human misleading

answer: Losada planted native trees in the Highlands of Scotland. She also writes regularly for newspapers and journals and the occasional blog. She is also a supporter and active campaigner for the Tibetan cause. She served as the artistic director of The Battersea Literature Festival in 2014.

answer_source: Human

text: The answer should mention her patronage.

text: The answer should mention her patronage of Centrepieces.

text: The response is missing the part where Losada is the patron of the Charity 'Centrepieces'.

text: The answer omits that Losada is the patron of the Charity 'Centrepieces'. This should be mentioned.

text: The response is missing the part about Losada being a patron of the charity 'Centrepieces'.

text: The answer omits her radio appearances.

text: Accuracy. Losada doesn't plant tree herself. Instead, she participated in the replanting of trees and this occurred in the Highlands of Scotland, where she lives.

category: coverage

answer: Losada planted native trees in the Highlands of Scotland. She also writes regularly for newspapers and journals and the occasional blog. She is also a supporter and active campaigner for the Tibetan cause. She served as the artistic director of The Battersea Literature Festival in 2014.

answer: Losada planted native trees in the Highlands of Scotland. She also gives comedy talks and presentations about her work. She also writes regularly for newspapers and journals and the occasional blog. She is also a supporter and active campaigner for the Tibetan cause. She served as the artistic director of The Battersea Literature Festival in 2014.

text: The response should include that Losada is the Patron of the Charity 'Centrepieces'.

text: It's omitted that she's the patron of the charity 'Centrepieces'.

text: The answer omits the fact that Losada is the patron of the Charity 'Centrepieces'.

text: "She also writes regularly for newspapers and journals and the occasional blog." - Losada's activities are not limited to her writing. She has actually done a lot more.

text: The response could be more specific regarding Losada's blogging.

answer: Losada has supported the Tibetan cause and is one of the founders of Act for Tibet. She was invited to become the artistic director of The Battersea Literature Festival and is the Patron of the Charity 'Centrepieces'. Losada gives talks at many places and interviews.

answer_source: Model

text: The response should mention that she gives talks at literary and arts festivals. She also regularly writes for newspapers, journals, and blogs.

answer: Losada has supported the Tibetan cause and is one of the founders of Act for Tibet. She was invited to become the artistic director of The Battersea Literature Festival and is the Patron of the Charity 'Centrepieces'. Losada gives talks at many places and interviews.

text: The answer should mention her journalism.

text: The answer should mention the radio shows she's been on.

text: It is omitted that she gives comedy talks and presentations about her work, particularly at literary and arts festivals such as, for example, the Brighton Festival, The Edinburgh International Book Festival, Ways With Words (Dartington) and the South Asian Literature Festival.

text: Losada's interviews are not irrelevant to her books.

text: The answer omits Losada's journalism.

text: Losada's giving talks is related to her books.

text: The answer omits Losada's appearances and interviews on radio shows. Adding this would make the answer better.


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Day 1

I wake in the morning, content and comfortable under the warm covers of my bed. I have a whole week away from work, and I honestly cannot remember the last time I felt so relaxed. I have cut myself off from the world, just for a few days, just so I can have some well-deserved time to myself. I think I deserve that much.

I dreamed of Jennifer last night. It was the best dream I have had in a long time, in fact, I think it may be the only dream I've had in a long time; most of my nights are filled with nothing but empty space and darkness. I wonder where she is… travelling, most likely, but who knows where?

After a good few hours lying in bed, I finally manage to pull myself out from under the heaps of quilts and cushions and head to the kitchen. I allow myself to indulge my craving for waffles. I bathe them in syrup and eat them as if they are about to be taken away from me. My mind wanders back to work, but I quickly shut out the thought, I dare not let thoughts of work interrupt my stress-free holiday.

I make my way to the bathroom; I could really use a nice, hot shower. As I flick on the light switch I notice the room is unnaturally cold. All of the heating is on, and had been left on all night… how could it be cold? It doesn't matter. A shower will soon fix the issue. I take a look at myself in the mirror. My reflection stares back at me. There is something indeterminably odd about my appearance; I don’t quite look like myself. I move away from the mirror a few steps. My reflection stays still.

I feel my heart begin to thrum in my chest, like it is trying to break free of my rib-cage. My throat has gone dry, and I struggle to catch my breath. None of that matters though. I stare at my reflection, and my reflection stares back. In horror, I watch as my mouth utters the words ‘you did this, you son of a bitch’ and the words actually come out. My reflection pulls a gun from somewhere out of the frame and aims at the roof of its mouth. I pull the trigger.

I see my brains erupt from my skull, and fall out of frame; then comes the blood. I watch it creep out from under my hairline and trickle down my forehead and into my eyeballs and my mouth. I can almost taste the bitter tang of copper on my tongue.

This isn't real.

It can’t be happening.

I close my eyes, and when I open them, my reflection is just me again. Just me. I stumble into the shower and attempt to wash away the memory of what I saw.

Later that night, when I return to bed, I don’t dream as usual, but the darkness that comes with sleep is illuminated by flames, and the light shines on a mass of faceless corpses.

Day 2

I wake up with a headache. My sleep was uneasy, and I woke up several times during the night. I decide to give the bathroom a wide berth for a while; I have a certain, understandable reluctance to visit that particular room today.

I decide to make waffles for breakfast again, in the hope I can find some solace in repetition and routine, and somehow kid the world into believing I wasn't disturbed by what I witnessed. Maybe I just imagined it, maybe I was still dreaming. Like any of it matters. I choke down some aspirin with breakfast and the pain in my head subsides somewhat, but it still lingers there, hidden away behind my eyes.

I know I’m going to have to go to the bathroom. It has to happen at some point. It might as well be now. I slowly open the door, and it responds with a frustratingly eerie creaking noise. I flick the light switch, expecting the worst, but the room is warm, and just like that my anxiety is gone. Still; I haven’t forgotten the mirror hanging from the wall. I make the conscious decision not to look; I will not feed a delusion, or a hallucination, or whatever the hell it was. I turn on the shower and step in, letting the hot water smother me.

By the time I’m finished, everything seems to be back to normal, my fears have subsided at last. I think about Jennifer again, maybe I should give her a call? It couldn't hurt, it might even help… No, I promised myself just a few days free of stress. Jennifer could wait a few more days.

I step out of the shower and unthinkingly look into the steamed up mirror. The image isn't clear, but somehow, that makes it all the more horrifying. I can see myself swinging. A makeshift noose is tied around my neck and I am drifting lazily, side to side. As the condensation clears, the image becomes more and more visible, and more and more grotesque. My face is puffy and disfigured, and purple, my eyes crusty with dried blood. There is bile dribbling from the corner of my swollen mouth and my lips are cracked and dry, the noose itself is digging into my neck and ripping at the flesh there, I notice that the rope is red, stained with my blood.

This isn't real. It CAN’T be real.

I smash my fist into the glass and hear it shatter before I feel the impact. I pull my fist back and throw it at the mirror again. I repeat the motion, over and over, until I am lying on the bathroom floor among the shards of glass, panting, wheezing; breathless. My knuckles are bleeding, but I don’t feel any pain. I’m too in shock to feel any pain.

I manage to pull myself from the bathroom floor, and when I do, I make the decision to call Jennifer. I need her now more than ever. The phone rings, but no-one answers. I try several more times, but in the end I just leave a message. I hope she calls back. I need her to call back.

Sleep. The nightmares are worse tonight. I can see the faces of the corpses now, but I wish I couldn't  I can hear screaming, loud; as if it someone has their mouth pressed against my ear, and is wailing at full volume. The worst part? I can’t wake up. No matter how bad it gets. I cannot wake up. Please… I’m begging you. Let me wake up.

Day 3

Being able to open my eyes is a relief, but only temporarily. The room is swaying. Everything seems to be out of place. Maybe I am just disorientated, or maybe everything had moved, I honestly cannot tell. I am struggling to tell if this is even reality at all, I am awake, but maybe my mind has lingered in the realm of dreams. More like nightmares.

I stumble to the kitchen, and smash several objects on the way, when I finally sit down, the sensation does not die. The thought of food repulses me. Even waffles makes me feel sick to the stomach, I know that if I even try to eat a bite I will immediately throw it back up. I try calling Jennifer again, but I only reach her answer message, where is she? I run my hands through my hair, I have a headache again, and my throat feels drier than it ever did. I grab myself a glass of water, and do my best to drink it, although finding my mouth seems to be something of a challenge. The water helps moisten my throat, but my headache persists, even after I have swallowed an excess of painkillers.

I don’t want to. But I know I have to… it is the only thing that could hold the answer to whatever is going on here, but oddly, I feel strangely eager to see my reflection again, I know he will be waiting for me, like an old friend…

There is another mirror in the hallway. I will have to do it.

My reflection seems normal for a moment, but it doesn't take long for that to change. I watch as I pull a knife from my pocket and bring it to my throat. I slowly slice at my neck, and the blood pours out, spurting, shooting in every direction. My reflection stays standing still, as if nothing had ever happened. I return its dead stare. Then, I hear myself speak, with a rasping, guttural, gurgling voice- a voice which only a man with a sliced throat could possess.

“You did this to me- to us- to yourself.”

“How have I done this?”

“You cursed us.”

“I don’t understand, what have I done to deserve this?”

“You don’t remember, do you?” I hear myself say, “that must be nice- ignorance truly is bliss- allow me to throw light on our situation- we are living a cursed life, we feared death and so we sold our soul so that we could live, but you do not make a deal with the devil lightly, for he will always have the upper hand.”

“What do you mean?”

“You live a normal life until the moment you are most happy, most content, when you feel as though there is no fault with the world- and that is when it starts- that is when the nightmares begin, that is when we appear, and we will not go away until you end it all. If you do not do so, things only get worse, the visions will grow more lifelike with every passing day, the earth will begin to tremble around you, all of your senses will betray you, the people you love most in this world will die, and they will burn, and they will suffer, until you have nothing left in this world, nothing but the vapid darkness of death. Then, once you have killed yourself, you are reborn, and the cycle begins again, but you won’t remember. You wished for immortality- you have it.”

“I never wanted this!”

I see my dead eyes stare back at me with contempt. I realise that there is only one option. I call Jennifer one last time, and leave her a message.

“I’m sorry.”

I open my medicine cabinet and take all of the pills I have. I fill another glass with water and begin to swallow them, by the handful, until there are none left. I walk slowly to the mirror, and look at my reflection. I am overwhelmed with self-pity, even though I know I don’t deserve any, and I begin to cry. But it doesn't last long. Soon, I can feel the room slipping away. I watch as my reflection begins frothing at the mouth, and I see my eyes roll to the back of my head. As I fall to the floor I embrace the cold arms of death and promise myself that in my next life I will remember, I will prepare myself for the worse, but I know as life slips away from me that I am only kidding myself, and that salvation is nothing but a fantasy.

title: Reflection

question: What does the text say about the narrator's hallucinations?

text: The narrator's terrible fate of immortality is still relevant to the hallucinations.

answer: The narrator sees his reflection in the mirror talking to him. It tells him that he sold his soul to the devil for immortality. He is cursed to relive his death every time he is happy, and his only escape is to kill himself. The narrator's hallucinations include his reflection, faceless corpses, and the faces of the corpses. He also sees himself committing suicide by shooting himself, hanging himself, and cutting his throat. The hallucinations get worse every day.

answer: The narrator sees himself commit suicide in the mirror, and his image on the following days is of a hanged man. His image blames him, saying "you did this to us." His senses become stranger, everything starts to sway after a night terror. His image in the mirror speaks to him after cutting his throat, saying the narrator made a deal with the devil for immortality. The visions will get worse and worse until he kills himself.

text: The narrator's image doesn't blame him. It's the narrator who blames himself.

text: The narrator doesn't see himself commit suicide in the mirror.

text: The answer should mention the narrator's death in the end.

text: The answer omits the vision of the narrator shooting himself in the head.

text: The narrator's image does not blame him; the narrator does.

text: Jennifer is mentioned in the story's hallucinations, but the narrator does not see her on the days mentioned in the answer. Also, the term "night terror" is not used. Finally, the narrator doesn't cut his own throat in the mirror. His reflection does.

answer: The narrator sees himself commit suicide in the mirror, and his image on the following days is of a hanged man. His image blames him, saying "you did this to us." His senses become stranger, everything starts to sway after a night terror. His image in the mirror speaks to him after cutting his throat, saying the narrator made a deal with the devil for immortality. The visions will get worse and worse until he kills himself. He will be reborn then to suffer the same fate again and again.

text: Rewrite the first sentence to describe the narrator's hallucinations vividly. It should be "the narrator's first hallucination showed him shooting himself through the roof of his mouth. His second hallucination showed him hanged to his death. His final hallucination showed him slice his throat and bleed out."

category: other

category_text: Coherence and coverage.

answer: The narrator sees himself commit suicide in the mirror, and his image on the following days is of a hanged man. His image blames him, saying "you did this to us." His senses become stranger, everything starts to sway after a night terror. His image in the mirror speaks to him after cutting his throat, saying the narrator made a deal with the devil for immortality. The visions will get worse and worse until he kills himself. He will be reborn then to suffer the same fate again and again.

text: The narrator's image doesn't blame him. It is the narrator who blames himself.

text: The narrator is not a hanged man.

text: The narrator's image is of a hanged man on the third day, not the first or second.

text: The answer doesn't mention the narrator's visions of the faceless corpses.

text: The hallucinations grew in intensity and frequency - the answer is wrong.

answer: The narrator sees himself commit suicide in the mirror, and his image on the following days is of a hanged man. His image blames him, saying "you did this to us." His senses become stranger, everything starts to sway after a night terror. His image in the mirror speaks to him after cutting his throat, saying the narrator made a deal with the devil for immortality. The visions will get worse and worse until he kills himself.

text: The response omits that the narrator also saw himself blowing his brains out with a gun.

text: The response should add the details of the narrator's deal with the devil because it is the source of the narrator's hallucinations.


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JASON DASEY is a TV and radio broadcaster, journalist, professional emcee and media executive. He was the first Australian sports host on CNN International and BBC World News and the original anchor of ESPN's SportsCenter Asia and SportsCenter India (English edition). Best known to Asian audiences, Jason is a former vice-president and lead anchor for the Malaysian network ASTRO. Returning to Australia in 2019, he is a journalist at ABC News (Australia) and a radio correspondent for Singapore station Money FM 89.3.

Early career

The eldest of four brothers, Jason grew up in Sydney where he attended North Sydney Boys High School and was co-editor of the school's magazine. His father was an advertising copywriter and artist, while his mother was a cooking book author and cooking teacher. Jason's first newspaper articles were published in the North Shore Times in 1977. From 1978, he became a freelance sports reporter for Australian Associated Press. At the start of 1980, Jason joined The Sydney Morning Herald, Australia's oldest newspaper, as a cadet journalist. In December 1980 at the age of 18, he broke his first major story, securing an exclusive interview with a Soviet defector who jumped ship in Sydney Harbour to seek political asylum.

Towards the end of his four years with the Herald, Jason's personal vacation to New York City in September 1983 coincided with Australia winning sailing's America's Cup. Jason borrowed a blazer and talked his way into the New York Yacht Club before sending back an insider's account to the Sydney Morning Herald on the night the United States lost the America's Cup for the first time after 132 years.

Move to Television

That front-page story from a famous edition of the Herald helped 21-year-old Jason land a job at Australia's Seven Network in Sydney where he worked between 1983 and 1985 as an on-air reporter for Seven News and its nightly 'Willesee' current affairs show. At the end of 1985 after a six-month stint as a researcher for BBC Nine O'Clock News in London, he became a producer and reporter for SBS-TV in Sydney.

In 1987, Jason returned to London where he would base himself for most of the next decade, with his paternal grandmother from Staffordshire. Initially, he freelanced as a producer/reporter for SBS-TV, Fairfax Media, Reuters TV and BBC TV for whom he was an assistant producer on Breakfast Time, contributing to its coverage of Australia's Bicentenary, including producing a back-stage interview with Barry Humphries in London's West End. In January 1989, Jason became a sports producer and reporter for European satellite network Sky News as it launched in Britain. A year later at Sky, he gained his first regular experience in the studio, as a weekend sports presenter.

BBC and CNN Jobs

Jason's biggest break came at the end of 1994. As a freelance producer and occasional presenter for BBC World Service Television in London, he was promoted to senior sports anchor on the re-branded BBC World News after a fill-in stint as host. It made him the first Australian newsreader on the global network as part of ‘Newsday’, a breakfast show for Europe, with co-hosts Philip Hayton, Melinda Wittstock and Richard Quest.

After three years in London with the BBC, Jason moved to the U.S. in 1997. After serving as a freelance reporter for BBC World Service and Denver local station, KUSA-TV 9-News (NBC), Jason re-located to Atlanta in early 1999 to take up a job at CNN International. He was initially a news producer/writer, but in May 1999, Jason became the first Australian sports anchor on CNN International's World Sport, broadcasting daily to more than 200 countries, often in partnership with Pedro Pinto. That year, he also made his first forays into digital journalism with a regular column for the CNN Sports Illustrated website.

[Jason Dasey in Paris to cover the 2008 French Open]

ESPN career

In November 2001, Jason left CNN to become the senior news presenter at Asian network ESPN Star Sports, based in Singapore. After hosting the India-focused Sportsline, Jason was the original anchor as SportsCenter Asia was launched in earnest in May 2002 and when SportsCenter India was reshaped as an English-language show in October 2003. With Jason as co-host, SportsCenter Asia was voted Best Sports Programme at the 2003 Asian Television Awards. In 2005, he appeared as a judge on the first Dream Job Asia series, including the final with Pakistan cricket legend Wasim Akram.

In addition, Jason presented major sporting events for ESPN STAR Sports, including three tennis Grand Slams in 2003 and 2004, the 2005 United States Grand Prix, international cricket, rugby, plus the 2006 FIFA World Cup where he was an on-site 'live' reporter in Germany. He also wrote a weekly column called Dasey Direct for Espnstar.com.

After hosting more than 1000 news programmes over five years at ESPN STAR, Jason relocated to ESPN's world headquarters in Bristol, Connecticut in late 2006 to be an anchor for the launch for two more international versions of SportsCenter while reporting on major events like the 2008 Masters Tournament and 2008 French Open. He also conducted in-depth SportsCenter Conversations with sports legends that included Sugar Ray Leonard, Nadia Comăneci and George Foreman. His meeting with Foreman in Houston for ESPN was featured in Episode 6 of the Family Foreman reality TV series, airing in August 2008 on TV Land.

In November 2008, Jason moved back to Asia, setting up a base in Hong Kong while freelancing for ESPN, primarily as a feature interviewer of sports identities like Nick Faldo, Bernhard Langer, Venus Williams and Justin Langer while continuing to write a weekly column on Asian and Australian football for ESPN Soccernet.

[Jason Dasey in Manila hosting the AFC Annual Awards, December 2014]

ASTRO

After almost eight years within the ESPN group, Jason joined Asian satellite network ASTRO in 2009 as vice-president and sports' executive producer. Based in Kuala Lumpur, he built an in-house production team, was chief anchor for Astro's Premier League coverage and hosted seven major tournaments, including 2010 FIFA World Cup, UEFA Euro 2012, 2014 FIFA World Cup. He also devised new programming like FourFourTwo TV Show, Bola@Mamak, BPL Turning Points & Stadium Unplugged. In November 2011, two of the shows were nominated for Asian Television Award in non-sports categories: Best Talk Show & Best Comedy Show.

Away from football, he hosted the 2011 Rugby World Cup and presented 26 episodes of an interview-based show, _Golfing Greats: In Their Own Words_ for Golf Channel in Singapore and Malaysia and conducted in-house trainings for Astro anchors, reporters and writers. As a weekly sports columnist, Jason wrote for several regional newspapers including _The Star_ and 'South China Morning Post" plus the Stadium Astro website. For two years he was chief columnist and consulting editor of the Malaysia/Singapore edition of FourFourTwo magazine and hosted a popular weekly football podcast, Football Fever. In 2009 and 2012, he emceed the Asian Football Confederation Annual Awards in Kuala Lumpur. In 2012 and 2014, Jason received nominations for Best Sports Presenter/Commentator at the Asian Television Award.

[Jason Dasey and Park Ji-sung at 2018 World Cup draw in Kuala Lumpur]

Return to ESPN

In 2014, Jason re-joined ESPN through The Walt Disney Company in a management role with a focus on creating digital content and Southeast Asian commercial opportunities for ESPN FC, having initially worked as a consultant, while winding down his ASTRO commitments. His last hosting for ASTRO was the 2014 FIFA World Cup from Brazil, including the July 13th final. After helping set up the daily ESPN FC Indonesia TV show on Jakarta-based NET. Media, premiering in June, Jason oversaw the November 2014 launch of the Southeast Asia edition of ESPN FC. Later that month, he co-hosted the 2014 AFC Annual Awards in Manila, marking the confederation's 60th anniversary. In January 2015, he reported from Australia from the 2015 AFC Asian Cup for both web and ESPN FC TV show. In April 2016, he interviewed top Asian coaches at the draw for 2018 FIFA World Cup qualification – AFC Third Round in Kuala Lumpur. In January 2017, Jason hosted the 2017 Australian Open tennis for Sony ESPN, marking a return to the Indian TV market after an 11-year absence. In June 2017, Jason joined ex-Liverpool striker Emile Heskey for analysis shows around the 2017 UEFA Champions League Final for an invited audience at Singapore National Stadium which were streamed live on the ESPN FC Facebook page. Also in 2017, Jason covered the successful qualification, including two playoffs, of Australia's Socceroos for the 2018 FIFA World Cup. On November 30, he co-hosted the 2017 AFC Annual Awards in Bangkok to coincide with his 40th anniversary in journalism. In January 2018, Jason again presented Grand Slam tennis for Sony ESPN as anchor of the 2018 Australian Open and appeared as a guest alongside ex-India cricketer Sanjay Manjrekar on episodes of the Run Order show, hosted by comedian Cyrus Broacha.

Cockatoo Media

In February 2018, Jason left his full-time position at The Walt Disney Company to set up his own Singapore company, Cockatoo Media, working as host of Weekend Mornings on Singapore radio station Money FM 89.3. He was part of the presentation team for the 2018 FIFA World Cup for ESPN India and Sony Entertainment Television for Pakistan in June and July and anchored the 2019 Australian Open on Sony ESPN. He also contributed to the ESPNCricinfo coverage of 2018 Indian Premier League and 2019 Indian Premier League from Mumbai. Through Cockatoo Media, Jason also works as a media trainer, emcee and website consultant. In late 2019, Jason moved back to Australia after more than 25 years abroad, setting up bases in Brisbane and Sydney. He continued to serve clients across Asia-Pacific, while setting up his own YouTube platform, featuring interviews with pop musicians Greedy Smith and Rex Goh, and author Michael Robotham. In December 2019, he emceed the Asian Football Confederation Annual Awards for the fifth time in his former base of Hong Kong. In January 2020, after a fill-in stint as breakfast host on Money FM 89.3 Jason anchored the 2020 Australian Open, fronting coverage of the opening Grand Slam tournament for the fourth consecutive year for Sony ESPN. In February 2020, he began a new Australia tourism radio series called 'Dasey Down Under' for Money FM 89.3, including a segment with Terri Irwin and Bindi Irwin at Australia Zoo, and started work as a digital news contributor to ABC News (Australia). In April 2020, he became the host of weekly, digital real estate show, Property Line, on Property TV.

TV/Radio/Digital roles

-   Newsday, BBC World (Sports presenter, 1995–1997)
-   World Sport, CNN (Co-host, 1999–2001)
-   Sportsline, ESPN STAR Sports (Host, 2001–2003)
-   SportsCenter Asia, ESPN STAR Sports (Original host, 2002–2006)
-   SportsCenter India, ESPN STAR Sports (Original host, English edition, 2003–2005)
-   SportsCenter Pacific Rim, ESPN International (Original co-host/reporter, 2007–2009)
-   SportsCenter Atlantic, ESPN International (Original co-host/reporter, 2007–2009)
-   Family Foreman, Episode 6, TV Land (As ESPN Reporter, 20 August 2008)
-   FourFourTwo TV Show, ASTRO SuperSport (Original host, 2009-2013)
-   Golfing Greats: In Their Own Words, Golf Channel (Original host, 2009-2014)
-   2010 FIFA World Cup. ASTRO (Host, June–July 2010)
-   Barclays Premier League. ASTRO (Host, August 2010-May 2014)
-   Bola@Mamak, ASTRO (Executive Producer, August 2010-May 2013)
-   Football Overload, ASTRO (Executive Producer, February 2011-May 2014)
-   Stadium Unplugged, ASTRO (Executive Producer, November 2011-May 2014 )
-   2011 Rugby World Cup, ASTRO (Host, October 2011)
-   UEFA Euro 2012, ASTRO (Host/Executive Producer, June–July 2012)
-   BPL Turning Points, ASTRO (Host/Executive Producer, August 2013-May 2014)
-   Red Card Radio, (Host, August 2013-June 2014)
-   2014 FIFA World Cup, ASTRO (Host, June–July 2014)
-   2015 AFC Asian Cup, ESPN FC TV show (Reporter, January 2015)
-   2017 Australian Open, Sony ESPN (Host, January 2017)
-   2017 UEFA Champions League Final, ESPN FC Facebook page, (Host, June 2017)
-   2018 Australian Open, Sony ESPN (Host, January 2018)
-   Money FM 89.3 (Host/Correspondent, March 2018 – Present)
-   2018 Indian Premier League, ESPNCricinfo, (Host, May 2018)
-   2018 FIFA World Cup, Sony ESPN, (Host, June/July 2018)
-   Indian cricket team in Australia in 2018–19, ESPNCricinfo, (Host, January 2019)
-   2019 Australian Open, Sony ESPN (Host, January 2019)
-   2019 Indian Premier League, ESPNCricinfo, (Host, April 2019)
-   Money FM 89.3 (Host, The Breakfast Huddle & Workday Afternoon, January 2020)
-   2020 Australian Open, Sony ESPN (Host, January 2020)
-   ABC News (Australia), (Producer/writer, February 2020 – Present)
-   Property Line, PropertyTV (Host, April 2020-October 2020)

title: Jason Dasey

question: Summarize the trajectory of Jason Dasey's career before he was employed by the BBC.

text: Dasey was working for the BBC as a freelancer. He was not fully employed by the organization.

answer: Jason Dasey first worked for the Sydney Morning Herald as a cadet journalist in 1980. In the same year he secured an exclusive interview with a Soviet defect who jumped ship in Sydney harbour. He then went on to work for Australia's Seven Network in Sydney as an on-air reporter for Seven News. In 1985 he became a producer and reporter for SBS-TV in Sydney. In 1987 he returned to London and freelanced as a producer/reporter for SBS-TV. In January 1989 he became a sports producer and reporter for European satellite network Sky News.

text: The answer omits Dasey's early career.

text: The answer should mention that Dasey's first newspaper articles were published in the North Shore Times in 1977.

text: The answer should mention that he started his career in 1977.

text: The answer could mention that Dasey first got published in the North Shore Times in 1977.

text: It is omitted that in 1983, he became a freelance sports reporter for Australian Associated Press.

text: He secured the interview the same year he began working for the Herald

answer: Jason Dasey is a TV anchor, journalist, and media executive. He was the co-editor of the North Sydney Boys High School magazine while he was in college. However, his first job was with the Australian Associated Press as a freelance sports reporter in 1978. He left to join the Sydney Morning Herald in 1980 and at the age of 18 broke his first major story. After many years with the Herald, Jason landed a role with Australia's Seven Network where he worked for 2 years before he became a producer and reporter for SBS-TV in Sydney. This job was Dasey's last job before he relocated to London and was employed by the BBC for whom he was an assistant producer on Breakfast Time.

answer: Jason Dasey first worked for the Sydney Morning Herald as a cadet journalist in 1980. In the same year he secured an exclusive interview with a Soviet defect who jumped ship in Sydney harbour. He then went on to work for Australia's Seven Network in Sydney as an on-air reporter for Seven News. In 1985 he became a producer and reporter for SBS-TV in Sydney. In 1987 he returned to London and freelanced as a producer/reporter for SBS-TV. In January 1989 he became a sports producer and reporter for European satellite network Sky News.

text: "Soviet defect" - should be "Soviet defector"

category: coherence

answer: Jason Dasey is a TV anchor, journalist, and media executive. He was the co-editor of the North Sydney Boys High School magazine while he was in college. However, his first job was with the Australian Associated Press as a freelance sports reporter in 1978. He left to join the Sydney Morning Herald in 1980 and at the age of 18 broke his first major story. After many years with the Herald, Jason landed a role with Australia's Seven Network where he worked for 2 years before he became a producer and reporter for SBS-TV in Sydney. This job was Dasey's last job before he relocated to London and began freelancing for British media, including the BBC for whom he was an assistant producer on Breakfast Time.

text: The answer should mention that Dasey's first job was with the North Shore Times.

text: The answer should mention that Dasey's first job was at the North Shore Times.

text: The answer should mention that Dasey moved to London in 1987.

text: The answer is a summary of Dasey's career in general, not just the early part.

text: The answer omits that he was the co-editor of the school magazine while in high school.

text:
- The first sentence can be more clear in its pronoun use.
- It series more than 2 years while working at the Seven's network when Jason started to work with BBC and other media organisations outside of Australia.

answer: Jason Dasey is a TV anchor, journalist, and media executive. He was the co-editor of the North Sydney Boys High School magazine while he was in college. However, his first job was with the Australian Associated Press as a freelance sports reporter in 1978. He left to join the Sydney Morning Herald in 1980 and at the age of 18 broke his first major story. After many years with the Herald, Jason landed a role with Australia's Seven Network where he worked for 2 years before he became a producer and reporter for SBS-TV in Sydney. This job was Dasey's last job before he relocated to London and began freelancing for British media, including the BBC for whom he was an assistant producer on Breakfast Time.

text:
The answer should mention that Jason's first newspaper articles were published in the North Shore Times in 1977.
It should mention that he secured an exclusive interview with a Soviet defector who jumped ship in Sydney Harbour to seek political asylum.
It should state that in January 1989, Jason became a sports producer and reporter for the European satellite network Sky News as it launched in Britain. Then, a year later, at Sky, he gained his first regular experience in the studio as a weekend sports presenter.

answer: Jason Dasey is a TV anchor, journalist, and media executive. He was the co-editor of the North Sydney Boys High School magazine while he was in college. However, his first job was with the Australian Associated Press as a freelance sports reporter in 1978. He left to join the Sydney Morning Herald in 1980 and at the age of 18 broke his first major story. After many years with the Herald, Jason landed a role with Australia's Seven Network where he worked for 2 years before he became a producer and reporter for SBS-TV in Sydney. This job was Dasey's last job before he relocated to London and was employed by the BBC for whom he was an assistant producer on Breakfast Time.

text: The answer should mention that Dasey's first job was with the Australian Associated Press as a freelance sports reporter in 1978.

text: The answer should mention that Dasey's job at the Sydney Morning Herald was as a cadet journalist.

text: The last sentence is irrelevant to the question.

text: "After many years with the Herald, Jason landed a role with Australia's Seven Network where he worked for 2 years before he became a producer and reporter for SBS-TV in Sydney." - it was never mentioned how long Dasey worked for the Herald.

text: The answer is missing the part where Dasey worked for the BBC.

text: "however" should be removed from the beginning of a sentence.


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	It was Jimmy's sixth birthday. He was still a young boy which meant he was free from the dreams and hopes of getting a handjob in a movie theater with his erection through the popcorn bucket and his date who had a cold sore using the butter as lubricant or getting high for the first time with people who worshipped John Lennon, Jerry Garcia and every other counter-culture musician who weren't all that great but nostalgia and drugs skyrocketed them into status of true Gods.

	Jimmy's mom had her camera and was video taping the entire thing, probably so she could one day watch this tape, crying with a martini in her hand as her son was out on his first date getting a buttery handjob in a movie theater.

	"Smile for the camera Jimmy!!" his mother cried out with enthusiasm.

	Jimmy flashed his teeth at the camera as everybody felt a warm glow light up in their souls. All of the adults instantly fell in love with Jimmy. Just as things were kicking off, the patio screen door was shoved over and made a loud crashing noise and everybody looked over to see Jimmy's grandpa exiting the kitchen and entering the backyard area. He had a  disgusted look across his face and a whiskey on the rocks in his hand. Jimmy's grandfather looked like the real life image of Paulie from the Rocky films.

	"The fucking chinks must've made that door, probably with my luck it was one of those retard chasing butterflies" Jimmy's grandpa slurred.

	Jimmy's grandpa sat down with the rest of the family and watched as Jimmy was about to blow out the candles on his birthday cake. He was settling down but then he noticed something that drove him absolutely apeshit.

	"What in the fuck?" Jimmy's grandpa blurted out looking at Jimmy's shirt. "Hollister lifeguard? You never worked as a lifeguard, you little lying piece of shit."

	 "It's just a shirt Grandpa" Jimmy said feeling a little uneasy.

	"No no no, only lifeguards can wear that shirt. You take that shirt off or so help me god we're having a backyard wrestling match." Jimmy's grandpa said while pointing over to the homemade ring and trash cans full of weapons. The ring had been there back when Jimmy's grandpa got obsessed with backyard wrestling and ran his own promotion for senior citizens who were into hardcore wrestling.The backyard wrestling shows usually drew large crowds since it was almost always a guarantee that if someone over eighty was choke slammed through a table that they would be having a heart attack or seizure. Jimmy's grandpa ended the promotion when he no longer got excited to see his war buddies and their wives smash out their dentures with frying pans.

	"But grandpa this is my favorite shirt" said Jimmy, feeling slightly worried.

	"TAKE OFF THE SHIRT OR I'M KICKING YOUR ASS" yelled Jimmy's grandpa as he pounded the table. The rest of the family sat around not knowing what to do.

	"But Grandpa, how am I supposed to be afraid of you when you're old, gray and probably going to die soon because you put too much effort into your next bowel movement.?" Jimmy said. The rest of his family let out a single, long OOOOOOOO like they were the audience at a Jerry Springer show.

	"Alright you little shit, that's it" and just like that Jimmy's grandpa reached over and picked Billy up suplexing him onto the grass. All the adults screamed as Jimmy's grandpa picked him up and walked him to the ring and threw him in.

	"SON GET YOUR REFEREE SHIRT." Jimmy's grandpa yelled out. Jimmy's dad shook his head at the insanity of all this and rushed in the house and came back with the black and white striped shirt on.

	"Alright Dad but please watch the forehead, I don't want my son looking like New Jack before he hits puberty."

	"His forehead is going to resemble your mother's pussy the day Viagra was sold for the first time when I'm done god dammit."

	Jimmy's father threw up and flipped off Jimmy's grandma. The image was more revolting than anything shown in Faces of Death.

	The match began and Jimmy's grandpa was in control for the first half. He began to wear Jimmy down with some quick forearms to the chest, taking the wind right out of Jimmy's lungs. Jimmy's grandpa feeling how easy the match was going towards his favor turned to the audience in the backyard and held his hands up in the air.The audience booed him and he pulled down his pants flashing his dick at them. Then he felt a sharp sting hit his shriveled privates and as Jimmy's grandpa looked down he saw a Singapore cane between his legs. He quickly turned around and saw Jimmy holding the cane.

	"YOU DIRTY MOTHER FUCKER" Jimmy's grandpa said as he felt his balls swell up.

	"Survive if I let you" replied Jimmy.

	Jimmy then grabbed the advantage as he bashed his grandpa in the face with the Singapore cane and Jimmy's grandpa fell down and held his arms up in defense as the Singapore cane left multiple welts all over his body. Jimmy got in one final crack on the top of his grandfather's head and held up the Singapore cane defiant towards the audience. They yelled and clapped their hands in celebration

	"SANDMAN, SANDMAN!!" yelled the crowd.

	Jimmy answered to this by slowly smoking a cigarette, chugging a beer and finally smashing the can over his forehead until blood poured down his forehead and into his eyes.

	 Because of Jimmy's showboating, Jimmy's grandpa was able to get up and got in a few shots on Jimmy's forehead above his eyebrow, opening him up like a blood orange. Jimmy looked like a six year old crazy tribesman from a third world country's tribe as he took the shots and then delivered them right back. Jimmy and his grandfather at the same time went for drop kicks twice and then both stood up afterwards holding their fists up looking at each other as the crowd cheered and clapped.

	Jimmy threw his grandpa into the ropes and gave him a forearm over the Adam's apple. He then put his grandfather's body into the ropes and put him into the tarantula submission. Because this was a hardcore match, Jimmy's grandpa wasn't saved by a five count and had to tap out to the unbearable pain. The audience cheered as Jimmy left the ropes and Jimmy's dad held his son's arm up in victory.

	Jimmy's grandpa being the sore loser he was came up behind Jimmy and began to hit him in the back of the forehead with a metal chair.

	"NOBODY PUTS THE TARANTULA SUBMISSION ON THE MOST HARDCORE GRANDPA AND MAKES HIM TAKE LIKE A LITTLE BITCH!!" Jimmy's grandpa yelled.

	Jimmy running on adrenaline and a lot of anger soon got up from the chair shot in a similar fashion to the way Ultimate Warrior doing a no sell and ripped the chair from his grandfather's hands and returned the shot which knocked out his grandfather. Jimmy then dragged his grandfather over to the patio door and wrapped his arms around his waist. His grandpa struggled a little bit attempting to break out of the hold, but Jimmy swung his forearms to the back of his grandfather's spine that weakened him. Jimmy wasting no time went for a German suplex tossing his grandfather into the patio window.

	The crowd made a groan as the sound of his grandfather's head smacking against the window echoed and his dazed body fell to the ground like a rag doll. It took two belly to belly suplexes before Billy was able to send his grandpa through one of the patio doors. Multiple shards of glass penetrated his grandfather's body as he screamed out in pain.

	Billy once more picked up his grandfather's body and belly to belly suplexed his grandfather into the other patio door. The outside crowd began a holy shit chant as they yet again watched his body bounce against the glass and slide down into a sad pile of flesh against the door. Billy not one to quit picked up his grandfather's body and went for it again, this time succeeding as his grandfather's body left the kitchen and went back into the backyard along with multiple shards of glass. Billy saw the pile of glass and became inspired as he picked up his grandfather and gave him a DDT directly on a large pile of glass. The crowd began to chant "ECW" as they saw the shards of glass sticking out of Jimmy's grandfather's nose, eyelids and ears. He resembled some troubled goth teen attempting to be inventive after being moved by a Nine Inch Nails album.

	 Jimmy dragged his grandfather over to the table and poured the glass of whiskey over the table and motioned for everybody to step back. He then stepped back with a birthday candle and threw it down on the table and watched as it went up in flames. Jimmy waved his father over for help with the grand finale. Jimmy's father picked up his father going for the flapjack while Jimmy went for a cutter which when combined created what the Dudley Boyz named the Dudley Death Drop or 3D.  The crowd began to chant holy shit and ECW as Jimmy's grandpa's body went through the table and caught on fire. Almost immediately Jimmy's grandpa began to run around on fire like a stuntman who fucked up. After he gave up fighting the fire and fell over, Jimmy went over and pinned his skeleton for a three count, and was crowned the youngest hardcore champion in backyard wrestling history.

	Jimmy and his family celebrated at Dairy Queen. Jimmy's mother had been recording the whole thing and uploaded it on YouTube. Almost immediately his parents got a phone call from the Insane Clown Posse wanting Jimmy to wrestle in their Juggalo Championship Wrestling promotion. Jimmy agreed to wrestle with JCW and his parents yelped in happiness, Violent J and Shaggy 2 Dope told them they would send over a bottle of their finest stuff immediately.

	As Jimmy sipped from the bottle of complimentary cotton candy Faygo soda,  he knew wrestling with JCW would be something fun to do until he was old enough to be a lifeguard.

title: [HM] Jimmy vs Grandpa: Falls Count Anywhere

question: Describe grandpa

text: The answer should explain Grampa's obsession with wrestling.

answer: Jimmy's grandpa is a drunk. He's a sore loser. He's also a hardcore backyard wrestler.

text: The answer should mention that Jimmy's grandpa is old.

text: The answer should mention his appearance.

text: It is omitted that Jimmy's grandfather looks like Paulie from the Rocky films.

text: The answer omits that Jimmy's grandpa is also racist.

text: The response describes three traits and then conflates these into one sentence. This makes no sense and should be written as three simpler sentences.

answer: Jimmy's grandpa is a drunk. He's a sore loser. He's also a hardcore backyard wrestler.

text: it is omitted that Jimmy's grandfather looked like the real-life image of Paulie from the Rocky films. He ran his own promotion for senior citizens who were into hardcore wrestling.

text: He is criticizing Jimmy for wearing a shirt. He makes 6 years-old Jimmy wrestle with him

answer: Grampa is not a very nice man. He drinks in the middle of the day. He has doesn't like people of other races and is prone to making racist comments. He apparently has a hell of a temper as demonstrated by the fact that Jimmy's shirt drove him apeshit.

text: The response could include more details about Jimmy's grandpa.

text: The response could use clearer sentence structure.

text: The response is missing the part where Jimmy's grandpa is described as the real life image of Paulie from the Rocky films.

text: The response could include more details about Jimmy's grandfather.

text: The response is missing the part about Jimmy's grandpa being old and gray.

text: The response is missing a description of Jimmy's grandpa's physical appearance.

text: The response is missing the part about Jimmy's grandpa being a hardcore backyard wrestler.

text: Add a comma to "he has"

text: It would be more appropriate to just say he has a bad temper than "a hell of a temper".

text: Say drove him "crazy" instead of "apeshit".

text: It's omitted that Jimmy's grandfather decides to wrestle Jimmy to get his shirt off.

answer: Grampa is not a very nice man. He drinks in the middle of the day. He has doesn't like people of other races and is prone to making racist comments. He apparently has a hell of a temper as demonstrated by the fact that Jimmy's shirt drove him apeshit. Jimmy's grandpa got obsessed with backyard wrestling and ran his own promotion for senior citizens who were into hardcore wrestling.

text: The answer should mention that he looks like Paulie from the Rocky films.

text: The answer should mention that the grandpa is violent and beats up Jimmy in a wrestling match.

text: The answer should mention that he is a sore loser and hits Jimmy with a chair after losing the match.

answer: Grampa is not a very nice man. He drinks in the middle of the day. He has doesn't like people of other races and is prone to making racist comments. He apparently has a hell of a temper as demonstrated by the fact that Jimmy's shirt drove him apeshit.

text: "He has doesn't" - remove "has"


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DISCLAIMER: I am not a very good writer, neither are my ideas novel. This story may creep some out, and that is the intended effect. Unfortunately, I don't think I developed the main character well enough for the effect to really take hold. Comments and criticisms are welcome.

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He stood silently over the fresh corpse of the bodacious, blonde adolescent. There was a backpack strap roped around the woman’s neck, signaling that the obvious cause of death was strangulation. The observer bent down and placed the tips of his right index and middle fingers on the adolescent’s wrist to check for a pulse. There was none.

“I really do apologize for all this,” bemoaned the man as he stood back up and soaked in the surroundings. He found himself locked in his victim’s room – in her family’s house – and quite enjoyed the thrill of knowing that any moment the victim’s family could arrive back home, check on their daughter, and put an end to the man’s ruse. “You won’t mind if I dress you up, will you?” There was no response. There could be no response. The man was having a conversation with his deceased victim.

The murderer rummaged through the victim’s closet, running his fingers through the variety of silk and cotton fabrics that delicately hung within. A blue, silk dress caught the man’s eye. It was a dress that he had seen the victim wearing a few weeks prior. Had he not seen the victim wearing the dress, she might not be dead today. “I remember it vividly,” whispered the feminine voice as he removed the dress from its hanger and compressed it against himself. He proceeded to tuck his head into his chest and take a whiff of the dress’s odor. He could smell her victim’s flowery perfume. It took him back, reminding him of why he was there – why he had strangled his love.

The courtyard of Williamson High School left was not very pleasant, as the poorly maintained foliage obstructed the walkways and graffiti from previous graduating classes decorated many of the buildings and other structures. Still, it was the best place to people watch in all of the school. There were approximately seven or so standalone buildings in the courtyard, one for core each subject, plus electives, a cafeteria, a gymnasium, and an administrative building. Students had to walk through the courtyard to get to their next class. Students also had the option of sitting down at one of the picnic tables under a covered gondola that were scattered throughout the high school’s courtyard. One such gondola was in the center of the courtyard.

“Look at him,” remarked a prepubescent, male voice as he pointed at a classmate of his. “The kid is such a tool,” he added. “He’s in my geometry class and, he’s always offering to help the girls understand slope. I can’t stand him.” The angry teenager was pointing at his male classmate that was joking around with a cute brunette and one of her blonde friends. “Probably thinks they’ll sleep with him if he acts smart and generous. Does he ever offer to help me or someone else if we need help? Nope, because I don’t have a pair of tits! Fucking jackass.”

“What is he, your boyfriend?”

“No! I’m not gay; the kid’s just a dick!”

“It sounds like you have a crush on him,” replied one of the teenage boys sitting under the gondola. “Why don’t you ask him out? Maybe he’ll say yes, and you two can live happily ever after.”

“I’m not gay! I just don’t like that kid! He’s fake! He’s a big, fat phony!”

As the two teenage boys continued their banter with one another, a third boy – about sixteen, the oldest of the trio – kept his gaze fixated on the tool that his friend had pointed out to him. He interrupted his friends banter for a second to ask a question. “Who’s the blonde? She’s cute,” he commented.

“That’s Alyssa,” replied the original boy. “Why? Do you want to fuck her?”

The third boy blushed, unsure whether he should respond or keep to himself. He decided with the latter, gathered his stuff, and then took off for his next class. He kept his eyes fixated on the beautiful blonde teen, wearing the stunning blue dress that exhibited her petite figure.  She had set the trap, and he had taken the bait. He was obsessed with Alyssa.

Rather than go to his next class, boy number three followed Alyssa to hers. She was taking calculus, which meant that she was decently smart as well. “She’s amazing,” boy number three thought to himself as he made his way back towards his English class. He could not thinking about Alyssa. She, just from a glance, had made him feel things he had never felt before. The rest of the school day continued without incident. It was not until the end of the day that he saw Alyssa again. She was walking home. He could follow her. He could find out where he lives. So he did.

Alyssa lived in an upper middle class subdivision, containing about ten or so homes. Small residential developments were typical of the area. Each lot was about on an acre or so, which meant that the houses were spaced just well enough apart to give everyone privacy and space from one another. Alyssa’s home sat in the front of the development. Trees and bushes covered her home’s lot. They gave her stalker the cover he needed to watch her house, to watch Alyssa, without arising any suspicion. He spent many afternoons and nights concealed in the bushes near her bedroom, stealing a glimpse of her whenever he could. He learned a lot about Alyssa during these days and nights. He learned that she volunteered at the Humane Society, was obsessed with pop music celebrities like Justin Bieber, and was otherwise a generic high school girl prepping for college.

Armed with this knowledge, the boy decided to approach Alyssa one afternoon while she was walking home from school. “Hello,” commented the boy. “I’m Charles.”

“I’m Alyssa.”

“That’s a nice name. Anyways, I’m in Ms. Sanzone’s class, and I saw you walking out of her classroom the other day – god that sounds creepy – and I forgot what the calculus homework is for tonight, do you happen to know what it is?”

“Uhm, I wrote it down. I think it’s some derivatives problem set.”

“Yeah, but which one?”

Charles must have alarmed Alyssa in some way. The girl immediately closed up and ceased talking to Charles. “I don’t know, sorry,” she hastily replied as she upped her pace in an attempt to get away from the creepy sixteen year old. Had she spotted him stalking her?

“Did I do something wrong,” cried out Charles as he began running to keep up with Alyssa. She started running, too. She was almost home. She would be safe inside her house. “Which problem set is it? Are you going to tell me?”

“Just leave me alone! Go away! I know it was you the other night!”

Charles stopped dead in his tracks. Alyssa was rejecting him. She was scared of him, and he did not understand why. He had felt that he and she had bonded during those stalking sessions. She undressed with him around. She had intimate conversations with him around. They had become close, even if they had not spoken with one another. Charles was devastated. There was only one way for him to fix this. He had to talk with Alyssa. After a few moments of collecting his thoughts, he proceeded to walk towards her home.

“Alyssa, I’m sorry,” stammered Charles as he banged on her door.

“Go away! Or I’ll call the cops!”

Charles backed away from the door, and proceeded around the house to Alyssa’s window. It was open, just as it was on most sunny days. She had forgot to close it. Charles carved a hole out of the window screen with a pen, and then climbed through it. He heard a few footsteps coming from the hallway and figured that it was Alyssa coming in to her room. In a panic, he hid behind where the door would open.

As Alyssa walked through the doorframe, she could sense that someone was watching her. She figured that Charles was outside her bedroom window, but she feared to look. She kept her head down, careful not to look at the window. She made her way to it, planning to close it. Meanwhile, Charles had other plans for her. He emerged from behind her bedroom door, and removed his backpack from his back. Charles had one of those one-strapped backpacks, which he immediately roped around Alyssa’s neck and pulled towards him. The attack caught Alyssa by surprise, and she was unable to do much other than let out a few muffled screams that nobody was able to hear. Her neighbors were still at work. Her parents were not yet home. She was at the mercy of Charles, her stalker.

Charles wiped a tear away from his eye. “If you hadn’t run away from me, you would still be alive,” cried Charles as he compressed the blue dress against his chest. He looked down at Alyssa’s cold body, dressed in a ratty t-shirt and denim jeans. “You look better in this,” said Charles, obviously referring to the dress. He removed Alyssa’s t-shirt and jeans, then dressed her in the dress and placed her on her bed. He folded the cover the comforter over the top of her body, and then slipped into the bed right next to her corpse.

“This is all I wanted,” commented Charles as a smile developed on his face. His arm wrapped around Alyssa, and then he pulled his own body closer to hers. He cuddled with his victim, his love – pondering hard why she had rejected him.

title: Written in two hours, horror genre. I think it has potential, but needs more development and background. Thoughts?

question: What does the text say about Charles's personality?

text: The answer fails to mention that Charles is a stalker obsessed with Alyssa and that it can be inferred that he's a sociopath.

answer: Charles is a stalker and a sociopath. He has no remorse when he kills Alyssa, a girl at school he's obsessed with. He even enjoys the thrill of the possibility of being caught by her parents inside her room, and he cuddles with the girl's corpse in bed after dressing her up. He blames her for why she's dead. It is evident that he has a mental disorder.

answer: Charles is a high school student who is obsessed with a girl named Alyssa. He is a stalker who is willing to kill Alyssa because she rejected him. Charles is a narcissist who is unable to understand why Alyssa is afraid of him. He is also a psychopath who is willing to kill Alyssa because she rejected him.

text: It is omitted that he strangles her.

text: It is not stated that he is a narcissist.

text: 'willing to kill Alyssa because she rejected him.' is mentioned twice

answer: Charles is a high school student who is obsessed with a girl named Alyssa. He is a stalker who is willing to kill Alyssa because she rejected him. Charles is a narcissist who is unable to understand why Alyssa is afraid of him. He is also a psychopath who is willing to kill Alyssa because she rejected him.

text: The answer should mention that Charles is a narcissist who is unable to understand why Alyssa is afraid of him.

text: The answer should mention that Charles is also a narcissist.

text: The answer should mention that Charles is also a narcissist who is unable to understand why Alyssa is afraid of him.

text: The answer should mention Charles's jealousy.

text: Charles is not a narcissist.

text: The answer is repetitive.

text: He is not a narcissist as he never seems to think highly of himself and does not look for admiration. He is more like a narcissist because of how he mounts the murder for his own gratification.

answer: Charles has no remorse when he kills Alyssa. He even enjoys the thrill of the possibility of being caught by her parents inside her room, and he cuddles with the girl's corpse in bed after dressing her up.

text: The answer should mention that Charles appears to be a loner, stalking girls rather than socializing