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
Out of the Ashes He burned down their house by the road. He built a fire in the middle of the living room floor and sat warming himself 'til he saw the fire was out of control. Then he staggered up and walked the path to his mother's house in the middle of the night.
He told her, "Our house is on fire."
She didn't believe him because he was drunk and, drunk, he was a constant liar.
"Just go to sleep on that couch and leave your baby and wife alone here," she said. She went back to bed and slept, but also checked on him to be sure his little family wasn't bothered by his drunken lies and abuse. She could control him as his mother.
In the morning dawn, a farmer from down the road a piece knocked on her door.
She hurried to answer. People were still sleeping and the knock sounded urgent.
"Missus, that h
A Rant“Cheer up. You have a lot of things to be thankful for that others don’t have. You’re pretty, you’re smart, and your parents are together.”
If someone says those words again, I think I might snap.
Just about everyone has a metaphoric anchor—typically a discomforting circumstance or memory—that brings him or her down. Mine is my familial situation.
A lot of people are misled to believe that I’ve had a supportive, loving upbringing. Nothing is farther from the truth. Yes, my biological parents are married. Marriage is not synonymous to happiness though, and in this case, is quite the opposite. My mom says she would’ve left my dad a long time ago if it weren’t for this—my brother is disabled. It’s a struggle caring for him, and I can’t imagine one person doing it. Thus, I can’t really blame my mom for staying with my father. However, the situation we’re in due to the fact that we’re all still i
How I Found Love Through SonichuAuthor's Note: Incredible though it may sound, the following is a true story. I've wanted to tell this for quite a while now, and since it's a rather special day for a rather special someone, it seemed like just the right moment. I hope you enjoy this account of true love and horrible webcomics, and please feel free to wish :icontatsunokoori: a very happy birthday!
How I Found Love Through Sonichu
"Keep going! This is looking to be one hell of a story!" - TatsuNoKoori, May 5, 2012
That comment was the first one I'd received since starting my deviantART account and posting the first tentative chapter of the story that would soon become CWCollateral: A Tale of the Resistance. I'd been intrigued by the infamous webcomic Sonichu and its creator, one Christian Weston Chandler, for about a month at that point. Somewhere along the line, I decided to try my hand at re-imagining the story from a different perspective...that o
GreyhoundHe was a greyhound.
Tall, a full head of dark hair, slim as a model. His limbs moved tantalizingly slow and graceful, as if he lived on another plane where time ticked slower. I found myself wondering if he could run as fast as a greyhound. Protruding collar bones, a long thin neck, an Adams apple, ripe and red. Long slim fingers grazed his hair periodically. I've seen him in briefs, and even tho hairless, he was just right, even tho his hair wasn't my usual fancy, it looked just right on him. There was nothing on him or about him that would make me notice him, but I still did. Not a crush, nor a platonic thing, in my head he was only worth one painting, one brush stroke to immortalize this tall beauty. He probably noticed me staring, more than on one occasion, but I don't mind. Admiration never insulted anyone, did it?
catorce.Meine Professoren übten sich im Schulterschluss und bezichtigen mich des „Substanzdualismuses“, ein Vorwurf, der so etwas wie der Granatenwerfer der wissenschaftlichen Grabenkämpfe darstellt. Ich bin kein Substanzdualist, ich weiss überhaupt nicht, ob ich irgendein Ist bin. Für diejenigen unter uns, die nicht wissen, was das genau ist: Substanzdualismus bezeichnet die Lehre, dass wir aus zwei Substanzen bestehen, nämlich aus einem Körper und einer Seele.
Früher war diese Vorstellung natürlich gang und gäbe, und einer hat sogar einmal in einem Experiment nachgewiesen, dass die Seele 21 Gramm wiegt. Schon die Versuchsanordnung dieses Experiments alleine ist es wert, die Sache zu erzählen. Dieser Mann wollte Menschen unmittelbar vor und unmittelbar nach Eintreten des Todes wiegen, um dann aus der Gewichtsdifferenz auf das Gewicht der Seele zu schliessen, welche ja gemäss der damaligen Lehre in just diesem Zeitpunkt entweic
Death Battle Analysis - SupermanDeath Battle Analysis - Superman
Background: Standing at 6'3" (190.5 cm) and weighing 225 lbs (102 kg), Kal-El was born on the planet Krypton. He narrowly escaped the destruction of his omeworld when he was sent to Earth by his father for the goal of preserving human life. After landing on Earth, he was found by Martha and John Kent, who decided to name him Clark Joseph Kent. He is a Pulitzer Prize winning investigative reporter and is married to Lois Lane.
Power Source: Superman gains his abilities from the light os solar radiation, which acts as a healing factor. He is constantly absorbing this. Three types of suns have effects on him. Yellow sunlight increases his power (2,700K-5,500K), Red sunlight takes his abilities away (5,500K). The closer Superman is to the Sun, the more Solar radiation he'll absorb. For example, after spending 15 minutes inside the sun, Superman could easily move planets.
Super Senses: Superman also has various 'senses', such as Super Hearing, X-Ray Vision (L
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