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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
a small tidbit of a personal pieceprompt: talk about a place you love, conveying your peace with it without outright saying that you love it.
I have three lamps in my room, and two of them are hardly very bright. Both sort of cast everything (except for the cluttered corners) into a soft glow. The other only works when it's dark outside and the other lights are off. It throws everything into a blue-ish glow and somehow makes it feel like a place faeries would escape to.
The bookshelf is small, but it's enough to fit my favourite books and memories. The walls and ceiling are painted blue and green and are covered in posters and art and doodles so I can't see enough of the colours to regret the crappy decorating job I did as a kid. My blankets are soft enough for my cat to sit on and he smells like sugar cookies and looks like home so I'm happy if he is. The desk is covered in marker that bled through my paper and paint that I couldn't get to stay on the page.
Sometimes it's sil
Awkward Anne: Intro to the High School SeriesAwkward Anne: Intro to the High School Series
Do you know how everyone dreads their first day back to school? Some people are worried about friends, who you sit with at lunch, classes, or even getting bullied. Me? I've done it all. I've endured social anxiety, crappy classes, and getting bullied. The fear is crippling. But, that was all back in elementary school. High school is my ticket to lead a better schooling experience, but fate just loves intervening in my life. Follow my trials through the “good 'ole days” in a series of short stories. If you're an incoming Freshman, I suggest you either run and hide while your mind is still pure, or learn from my stories. Either way, enjoy!
Weekly DiaryWeekly Update
As the "Project Introduction" suggests, I will participate at my level best to stay active on this website. And as I was previously thinking, what better way to do that than to post a written entry each week, reflecting on happenings.
Well, what else is there over drawing something?
Continuing from last week, I’ve been able to notice several facts on this continent and actually living here. I think the beach is an absolute stunning view and I am passionate in this warm weather all year around. However, I feel out of my element. Perhaps it’s because I’ve been raised up north or perhaps it’s because I have no family here. I have my doubts that the second reason involves this thought but I am not believing this area to be a suitable settlement for me in the future. I really think Lee is feeling the same way, being so out of her element here. But being in such a relaxing area is a fantastic place
Love for ColdPlayWhen I first heard Coldplay, I was with my sister. She had been listening to her new favorite radio station for hours while she played with her dolls. We were both 11 at the time. Having different moms, our birthdays were in the same year, I didn't care. We were 100% related as far as anyone cared. The DJ at the time announced the song. Clocks, by Coldplay. The song started and I put down my notepad in interest. It was an amazing song, calming, gentle. After it ended, I got out of bed, where I had been writing. I went to moms room, asking to use the computer. After a few minutes I carried the laptop back to Me and my sister's room. I looked up the song, downloading it to the computer for future listening. Then, I proceeded to look at what kind of band Coldplay was, and what songs they made. Since that day, Coldplay has been one of my favorite bands. 'Clocks' continue to be one of my favorite songs by them. Although I do listen to other bands, Coldplay is the one I listen to the most. I
Being Kind, the RewindIt's an interesting contrast, the stories to reality.
She is, now, an old woman. She is shrunken and shriveled but still gets around on her own gumption. However, these days, as her body runs down, her mind rewinds.
Back then, she ran off to go marry a young soldier that daddy had never met. It was a shocking bus ride across the segregated South for a girl from an all-white Oklahoma mining town. Back then, she was young and it was 1944.
She tells stories of her past. They aren't exactly true, but stories never are.
The patriotic youth of World War II become the ancient in the Internet Age.
Young blood to blood transfusions.
As she lays in her hospital bed, the past kindly plays again.
I am meI am me. I am a girl with an adventurers heart, but I like being indoors. I am a girl that loves attention and always wants to be on stage. I am a strong person, but people beat me down. I am kind hearted, and always ready to help. I am a girl with pain, but I always smile. I am a girl that cries, and tries to be strong. I am a person who loves to listen to stories, but hates to read. I am random, but I make sense.
I am me for real. I may be random and weird but people love me for that. I may be weak, but my heart holds me as strong. I do feel pain but I get over it. I love adventure stories. I love helping people in need.
I am me and I am proud.
The Lone PineappleSo, picture this: its 9:00 pm in the small town of Goch, Germany, with only teenage stoners and elderly mobs roaming the streets. A foreign girl in a t-shirt reading "okemos choirs" is walking home from a restaurant alone, staring judgmentally at the stoners and respectfully avoiding the gazes of her elders. Suddenly, she stops and looks down. A lone pineapple is at her feet. The girl stares it it for a moment, thoroughly bemused, and then continues her journey home. The end.
***I shit you not, there was a pineapple on the sidewalk...just laying there...what type of self-respecting pineapple just lays around on the middle of a sidewalk, so that anyone can trip over it?***
tres.Ich hatte nicht viel geschlafen, als ich letzten Samstagmorgen aufstand und als erstes auf meine Brille trat. Gemeinsam mit allen Rentnern pilgerte ich nach Bern (man bezeichnet dieses Phänomen, dass man am Wochenende zu frühen Morgenstunden nur Rentner in den öffentlichen Verkehrsmitteln antrifft, auch „senile Bettflucht“). Das Wetter war öd – grau, und man brauchte eine Jacke dafür.
Der Zug fuhr um 08:47. Als ich mich zehn Minuten vor Abfahrt mit meinem Gepäck aufs Perron wälzte, hätte es mich nicht gewundert, wenn Nico schon da gewesen wäre. Also, eigentlich hatte ich fest damit gerechnet, dass er schon da wäre. Er gehört nämlich zu den Leuten, die lieber zu früh als zu spät sind. Ich ging einmal hoch und wieder runter, aber er war nicht da. Zum Glück brauchte ich mir keine Sorgen zu machen, denn er ist ja nicht der Typ, der sich verschläft. Ich stieg ein.
Noch fünf Minuten. Ich ri
For an Hour in SummerMy skin was almost red. So painfully burnt that even the slightest wind made it sting. My throat was rough, drier than it ever has been. My lips were chapped and cracked and tasted of saltwater. My clumped hair was almost dry, rougher and curlier than usual. My whole body was badly sore. Exhausted. Smiling left wrinkles at the corners of my eyes and hurt my sunburnt cheeks but I couldn't help it. I just had to smile. That time, nothing mattered because I was happier than I have ever been.
It happened not so long ago. In fact, it was just about two months ago, summer of 2014. I haven't seen my cousins for almost four years since they moved to America. We practically grew up together and are very close. It was on June 2014 when I finally got to see them again in the flesh. They even brought a few friends with them. They were only staying for a couple of weeks so I was looking forward to every single day of their stay. I didn't have time to be passive. That's why even if I'm really scared
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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