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Olden Days Short StoryTo my beloved wife, Anna.
Ah! My first month here in Massachusetts has past, never have I seen such a dull two fortnights pass! When I left you and my dearest sons, David and Michael, to care for my mother, I'm sure none of us had the slightest notion how remote the town of Northamshire could be! There are certainly young people for me to chat with, but they act most un-Christian! Doing nothing but drinking and cursing! I do not believe you need my explaining as to where they will soon be going! However, the real reason which I am writing is to let you know that the dullness has finally ended! A traveling priest from Europe by the name of George Whitfield came to our small little town today, to give a sermon. Now, I am sure, as I would if I were you, that you are frowning down at this letter by this point. I understand how tedious and uninteresting sermons can sometimes be (although they do not seem that way after Northamshire!), but Mr. Whitfield seems to have truly awakene
Ender's Game Alternate EndingAlternate Ending to Enders Game
Ender brought the cocoon of the queen back to his fellow humans. He allowed the queen to tell her story to everyone. When they all had heard the queens explanation, they took pity on their former enemies, and turned on their hero, Ender Wiggin.
How could he wipe out an entire race, a race which he completely misunderstood? It was his fault that a race of misunderstood beings were killed. They decided to put him on trial, for the genocide of the buggers.
The trial went on for months. Back on Earth, everyone was following the trial obsessively. They all wanted to see Ender pay for his crime. After several months of Enders being on trial, they sentenced him to be banished to a cabin 18 miles from their small community. His wife, Tammy, chose to go with him. Every week or so, Val would sneak over to his cabin to visit him.
One day, as she was over having lunch
A Conversation With God I woke up at 8:59 am. I still had about an hour before I needed to get up to catch my 2:00 plane, so I decided I'd sleep for another half hour or so. So I closed my eyes and went back to sleep.
I didn't wake up half an hour later. I didn't even wake up an hour later. I awoke at 12:45 pm. As I gazed at the clock, it took me a moment to register what I was seeing. I then cursed at the top of my lungs, and sprung out of bed.
I ran around my run down apartment throwing on clothes and throwing stuff into my suitcase. I actually tripped over my suitcase once, giving my ankle a pretty bad sprain. When I was finally all packed and ready, I tried to run out to my car, but with my sprained ankle, I probably looked like a freak, with my uneven steps.
I drove, speeding to the Airport and got there at about 1:45. I already had my ticket with me, so that was ok. But when I got to the bag check in line, th
Long Lake Camp is the Best Because of the performing arts camp, Long Lake Camp, I have learned more than ever about doing what I love to do: Acting. My grandfather found LLC by complete accident. He found it on a popup. He asked me if I wanted to go, and I was extremely hesitant. Im a really shy person at times, and I didnt know hoe LLC would suit me. My grandfather kind of forced me to go there, and I agreed to go two sessions. When I got there, it was probably one of the most uncomfortable moments in my entire life. Everyone knew everyone, and because I was one of the new campers, I was completely at a loss of what to do. But in only a couple of days, however, I started to realize that not only was I starting to absolutely become obsessed with LLC, but that I was at home. Yes, this line sounds a bit corny, but its true. Did you know that LLC produces more shows in one summer than Broadway does all year? And there are three wonderful theatres on campus. But it
UzgunuzÜzgünüz, bu özelliği kullanma izniniz yok. Eğer giriş yapmadıysanız, aşağıdaki formu kullanarak giriş yapabilirsiniz. Eğer üye değilseniz giriş formunun altındaki link yardımı ile üye olunuz ve bütün özellikleri kullanma yetkisini alınız Hikmet adında bir arkadaşım var. Bana bir sır açıkladı. Sana yazayım mı diye çok düşündüm. Yazmakta bir sakınca görmüyorum. Hikmet, bana anlattığı olayı, sınıftaki arkadaşlarımızın duymalarını istemiyor. Ben de ağzımı sıkı tuttum, kimseye bişey söylemedim. Ama sen nasıl olsa Hikmeti tanımıyorsun. Onun anlattıklarını sana yazmakla, bana verdiği sırrı açıklamış olmuyorum. Öyl
A Broken Promise It was a beautiful summer day, and Mrs. Cole was standing at the sink in her kitchen, chopping onions and looking out of the window over the sink. In the faint reflection of the window, Mrs. Cole could see her plate displaying Jesus Christ hanging on her wall. This particular plate was something of a comfort, or a luxury on which Mrs. Cole depended. Being a mother and a housewife, she spent at least 7 hours a day in her sparkling kitchen. Whether she was cleaning, cooking, or talking to her friend on the phone, whenever she felt alone, or upset, she would look up at Jesus and feel like she was safe.
Despite the beautiful weather, Mrs. Cole was not entirely happy. Even as she looked at her Christ plate, she couldnt find anything to pacify her furious breathing. She shook her long blonde hair that so many women envied out of her face and returned to chopping onions.
Her seven year old daughter
Real Monologue When I was in about 3rd grade, most people thought I was weird because I worked at the local homeless shelter. Why do you want to hang around those low-lives? they would always ask me. I never could really tell them right there, because the reason was such a private experience. It was nothing I was embarrassed about, but it was just something that was my own personal experience. Its just that one day I was walking along feeling sorry for myself because my parents wouldnt let me have a friend over to stay the night. But then I walked by this area that was extremely dirty, and from out of nowhere this guy just sits up from beneath all of these card-board boxes. Beard down to his chest, hair dirty and down his back. But it was his eyes. It was something about his eyes. As I looked into them, I almost saw myself. I could almost relate to the emotion that was in his eyes. I didnt know what to think, so I just took off running. I ran and
Stage Door Short Story Wow said Kim. I cant believe we have to go downstairs to do the stupid read through. It was Saturday afternoon, and Kim was in theatre rehearsal for the play Stage Door. She was playing Terry, the main role, and new she had about 300 lines to memorize.
The main reason Kim didnt want to go downstairs was because it was about a hundred degrees down there. The basement of the theatre had a bunch of heating pipes running through it, so it constantly felt like you were in a sauna.
Come on said Kims partner, Joe. Itll just take a few hours.
Yeah, only a few hours of sweating like a pig. Lets just try and get this over with as soon as possible. Kim knew Joe was just being optimistic. Thats the way he always was, which was one of the things about him that annoyed Kim.
Kim and Joe c
A Burdened Child I dont know what to do. How can I tell him? How can I tell my own father that hes an alcoholic? Will he understand? Will he hit me? The problem is that someone has got to tell him. Mom cant do it. She just doesnt care. Its not that shes an alcoholic, but she has her own problems that I cant even begin to try to help her with. My brother Web cant tell him. Hes only nine, and how could he understand at such a young age? Is there anyone else who could tell him? It just has got to be done. He gets drunk every night, every day, even at work! Hell surely get fired soon. He a surveyor! He gets drunk on the job, and hes a goddamned surveyor! For one thing, surveying is a dangerous job as it is. Second off, theyre not going to keep paying a drunk. Whatll happen if he gets fired? Moms only a teacher at a public school, which isnt going to earn her enough money to support herself, her
Everyone was a bully somehowWe've probably all bullied someone at some point, no matter how much we deny it. Whether directly through angry, thoughtless comments, or indirectly by standing aside and saying nothing, we've all been a part of this horrible practice. We didn't mean for it to hurt, but it did.
Sure, everyone hates that annoying kid who constantly yells "I'm single!" whenever someone's talking about relationship problems, but that doesn't mean you have to pick on him.
Sure, everyone judges that girl for her lengthy dating history and skimpy clothing, but that doesn't mean you should call her a slut.
Sure, that somehow-popular guy bullies everyone, but that doesn't mean you have to be mean to him in return.
Sure, that girl isn't as athletic as the rest of the team, but that doesn't mean you should refuse to acknowledge her very existence for years on end.
So what do you do?
Be that one person who apologizes for bullying the poor kid. Tell people that enough is enough. Listen to him (although maybe you'r
popsicleSummer forever frozen
An orange popsicle
Sold from an icebox
dry and vaporous
atop a tricycle
Four tingling bells
rung by the little man pedaling at the back
announcing the coming
Framed in trees
always green in the light of the sun
Lancelot Price 2014 August 26
No crappy songs on a loudspeaker loop
just the sweet sweet cold refreshment
I will always live there.
18. The True Journal of a Fake 'Communist'11/21/71
Got up this morning just as the tops of those mountains across the valley caught some pink light, and I ran up to the outhouse and watched the light grow through the frost on the windows there. It's a Sunday and coming up pretty!
I have some cramps and a sort of desire to smoke a joint even before breakfast, otherwise I feel okay. I remember having another bad night of sleep last night. I thought I was dreaming of laughing but Vicki says I was groaning. Oh well.
Suzy said yesterday that she felt a physical attraction to me for a pretty long time, which blew my mind. She says Tom knows about it, even, and that he would dig the whole event and would like see her get closer to me or whatever. I didn't know what to say except "far out." We both let it go for now.
Laura just made one of those paper fortune-teller things where you pick a color and numbers and she fools with it and comes up with a reply. She just had Leelanee do
Crossed Wires. Epilogue 2.Feeling rather important now that she is dating a nightclub owner, Bess has begun spending less and less time hanging around with her former friends. Her main excuse for it is that she is far more mature and needs to spend time with people who are have the same interests and don’t behave like children. However, her friends know that it was predominantly because they weren’t as impressed with her choice and behaviour when they did go out together and had told her so. On top of all that, when she took them to the club a few days after she had begun dating him, she had told them that because she was dating the owner it meant that they could not only get in for free, but could also get free drinks all night. It turned out not to be true and after watching Bess throw a very childish and selfish tantrum at her boyfriend for embarrassing her like that. They ended up leaving the club and making their way to another one, just down the road, only to have the angry young woman follow
Share House, IntroductionThe sleeves of my flannel shirt are caked in mud, but I but it on anyway. It hides my arms really well. Lara has been up for about an hour already, putting her collection of pastel coloured soaps in order for the millionth time. She’s a clean freak and is probably OCD but I don’t want to say that in case she thinks I’m rude. We've only been here a few weeks and I don't want her to hate me already.
Monica’s still in bed. Her eyes are open and she’s staring at the assignment we were meant to have completed last week. The wooden panels of her bed are covered in itchy rainbow yarn which annoys the shit out of Lara because it’s not symmetrical.
The David Bowie poster on the wall aloofly surveys our daily routine, overlooking every move we make over his sunglasses. There’s a Ramones poster next to him but it's been splattered with so much nail polish on it you can hardly tell it’s them.
I looked at my face in the mirror. Every day, I beg
17. The True Journal of a Fake 'Communist'11/11/71
Had a pleasant day again, another plexiglass day with many good jokes and Larry working on it too and three new windows are in.
Each night I doubt my continuing togetherness behind being not lonely and going towards being really satisfied as a single person here. Maybe I'll call a singles meeting tomorrow.
Daniel used to say it has to do with sex. I just gain more weight and don't even want to take a bath in daylight anymore!
Today was a hectic day on plexiglass, with a lot of visitors coming and slowing down the whole process.
We finished the arc of windows, which was very nice! There were a multitude of jokes as the end drew nearer, particularly from Mike, and as corny as can be.
At first when the project started I didn't want to work with Mike because his temper looked so damned unpredictable and explosive, but I gradually found myself working with him cutting
Camp McCall Memories: Battle of the Bear
I was asked once again to share a story of Camp McCall and my adventures there as a staffer with you guys. Oh trust me…I have a lot to share! But the tricky part is just thinking of which ones to talk about that would be entertaining and that I could easily explain. But the more I think about it…there is one story in particular that always jumps out at me. As I look back on it now, it was very funny…but at the time, there was nothing funny about this. In fact, I was quite scared. I can sum up what happened in just one sentence…one solitary grouping of words:
“Did you know I fought a bear?”
Now before you all start calling me a liar and saying it’s a lot of bull that I fought a bear, I want to make two things clear. First is that black bears are very common in the mountains of South Carolina, and we actually have rules at camp that keep kids from taking snacks into their cabins because it attracts them. Second of all, black bears are not
Funny Antics: Children: Part 1I'm in the process of changing to a new job, but, like with most jobs, you do collect those few little laughs. And with children these moments are always dancing around waiting to be caught and savoured. So, whilst this is not a formal piece of writing, there are a few little examples of what I've collected over some time.
1. Child: When I first started I was worried you would be the mean one.
Me: Me?! What made you think that?
Child: Because you were the room leader, and you never did your hair.. it was always in ponytails.
Me: And now?
Child: Well you're my favourite, I soon got to know you
(Really I should have stopped here)
Me: But.. but.. I STILL wear the pony tails.
Child: Oh yeah, I know, don't get me wrong, your hair still like, seriously needs a doctor or something! You honestly can't spend your life just in pony tails! Who even still wears them these days? It's sooooo uncool.
Well. That Tells Me. AND WHAT'S WRONG WITH PONYTAILS!?!?!? D: It was like getting a lecture off my mu
Kill the MessengerEveryone sees violence in me as a strange thing. Mother thinks I need to see a psychiatrist. Most likely the cause of this anger also thinks I need to see one but I think the only thing I need to see right now is either a) a dead twin or b) myself in a far away town away from family. Maybe that's extreme (does it sound extreme to you?) but I can't see how a psychiatrist can help with anything and really those are the only options that work.
Imagine this: you've lived say seventeen years plus a few weeks, but I'm rounding so seventeen years it is, and one of the main things you can remember is a twin brother that just can't seem to leave you alone. Frankly you just can't really get a break from him since you live with him. You're sick and tired of his shit and honestly you hate the asshole. No one else seems to notice what a dick he is except for one friend (maybe two but you're not sure) but even she doesn't have the whole picture. It's hard to explain when he keeps putting up a front
Mi autobiografia espanolHola. Me llamo es Jack King. Vivo en Cashiers North Carolina. Estoy en la escuela de Tilton, y es una muy buena escuela. Yo conversando con mi novia que se llama Natalia Reichman. Ella es muy bonita, interesante, y muy buena en la clase de arte. Pienso ella es la mejor artista en el mundo. Tenemos mucho en común. Hablamos por teléfono casi todos los días. Me gusta actuar, cantar, y esquí. Yo no soy buena que en la escuela, pero yo soy un duro trabajador. Vivo con mis abuelos porque mis padres tenían problemas. A veces no me gusta mis abuelos porque son muy ambiciosos conmigo
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