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
No PoetryToday I’ll write no poetry. Instead I’ll simply write. I wish I could speak with a broken heart, but today is not that day. Life is made up of things you expect and that which you cannot see. Well I saw this one coming a half mile away.
The real tragedy is that I broke her heart over circumstances outside of our control; snakes from the past slithering up, skeletons tumbling down. It was all the things left undone. Things I could not master.
Now I must figure out where to go from here. I step freely without direction. I'm not even sure how to be single, out gunned, out played, and inexperienced. I shy away from conflict and complication. I speak not through corny pickup lines or cheap compliments for thrill. I just say what I think is real. Then I pretend I'm ok.
I guess that about sums me up, but I'll take it a bit further. I am wild, but somewhat shy. I am a deviant, but also reserved. I am a freak, but a gentlemen as well. Are you starting to see the pattern yet?
2014-348 ShiverDeath is an icy day with the sun shining somewhere behind the low-hanging clouds but definitely not here.
This has been the year of funerals. A year ago it was my dad, then both sister Shirlee and her mother-in-law in April. Last weekend it was Corky's and Shirlee's mom. Irene was old and full of year so it was not entirely unexpected. Yet she was her feisty self and in reasonably good health when we saw her in April. Death ever catches us unawares.
The irony is that Shirlee's husband Bruce and daughter Deidre were here in Rochester for Thanksgiving. We sent them on their way on Sunday morning. Irene died Monday afternoon. We boarded the train for Iowa City Thursday night and were with Bruce and Deidre and Lydia for the weekend. It was good to see Lydia; with her migraines and what not she had not been up to the long drive to Rochester. There were warm hugs along with the shivering. How I do love that family.
I didn't take a lot of photos, just a few with the Yashica-D at the funeral a
Getting Lost with LostHiya Everybody!
I'm lostintheflowoftime, also known as Lost, Cherish, or Cher-Bear. I'm not really sure what to say about myself, but I'll give this my best shot. I love to draw, of course. I mainly draw in a semi anime style, and I'm in love with my chibis. Besides drawing, I'm an avid reader. If anyone were to come across me in real life, the odds of them finding me with my head buried in a book are quite high. I'm also a gamer, with a particular love of rpgs/jrpgs such as the Final Fantasy series and the Tales series. On the more physical side of things, I enjoy various martial arts, yoga, and walking just about anywhere. A few more random facts: My favorite color is blue, my favorite animal is wolves, I'm actually fairly shy (that doesn't mean I don't like talking to people, though), and people always get my age wrong when they first meet me.
If you'd like to know anything else about me don't be afraid to ask!
Stay the CourseThis time it was all on her. She made the choice and I respect her for it. After all, it was for the right reasons; kids, job, and the fact that we weren't really going anywhere.
This is the way of things and sometimes we have to sacrifice. I actually love her more for it. A woman with her priorities straight. She is amazing and I am going to miss her, but we have to stay the course.
Renewed CommittmentDec. 13, 2014
I was a bride awaiting her groom. I stood in the changing rooms in a royal blue robe. My legs were making me bounce. I had a smile on my face that would not go away, even if I tried to get rid of it. It was the day I had waited for too long: my re-baptism.
After years of being a lukewarm Christian; after years of struggling with temptations even to the point of death, I was finally set free from the sins that plagued my life like the pestilence they were. After going through anger issues, anxiety disorders, physical pain, and broken relationships, I had heard Jesus call out my name. And I threw myself into His open arms.
There was a knock on the door. When it was opened Pastor Julius walked through in a cheerful manner. His dark face was lit up by a jazzy smile, and eyes that were twinkling like stars. He had previously told me how excited and proud he was to be the one to baptize me. We had a strong friendship. He was the pastor I went to when my struggles in the spring
08.09.2014 Zawsze źle się czułam, gdy odwracał się do mnie plecami. Wspomnienie najbliższego mi ciała, którego zapachem przesycona byłam co dzień, leżącego obok mnie, jednocześnie tak odległego sprawia, że uczucia z tamtych poranków zdają się ożywać na nowo. Jestem w stanie odtworzyć w pamięci ten gest, dla Niego nie znaczący nic, mi łamiący serce. Doskonale pamiętam żałosne próby obejmowania mojego ukochanego. Pragnąc posmakować odrobiny bliskości, poczuć jego fizyczność, obecność po kolejnej nieprzespanej nocy, gdy to zmuszona zostałam trwać w ciemnościach bez Niego, prowokowałam zmysły, czekając na kolejny wybuch namiętności. Każdego poranka zakradałam się do pokoju i w pośpiechu kładłam s
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