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
KindnessIt was my birthday recently. I didn't do much, big parties have never been my 'thing'.
Being born in the month of January means that my birthday is almost always on a school day. School is also most definitely not my thing, but thats not my decision of course.
Despite everything, I had a very good day!
Everyone was very positive and friendly, and its such a lovely feeling receiving cards and gifts and knowing that people care about you and want to make you feel special and happy.
I forgot that feeling.
In a world of high stress levels and numbers we forget the importance of simple interaction. Talk to people. Compliment them. Make someone smile and see how great it feels.
Its so simple- people become happy when they make others happy. Lets remember that.
Lets remember to be kind.
Kind to all people, animals, the world, our bodies and our soul.
Kindness is free yet it is the most valuable gift you can ever give or receive.
So allow yourself that gift. You deserve to be kind and treated
NoahWe kept Lucy in the backyard. We never let her inside, or even on the back porch. She slept in a filthy old doghouse sitting in the corner of the yard near the shed. Mom went outside and fed her. No one did anything else for her.
I was terrified of dogs as a child. And Lucy scared me most of all. She was the largest dog I had ever seen, her head reaching my shoulders when I was five. Whenever I made an effort to see her, I stood on the back porch on one side of the gate and Lucy on the other. I would give her a treat, pet her dirty head, and run back inside. As far as I knew—as far as I'll ever know—, that was the only kind of interaction she ever got from us.
Lucy lived with us, but she was never a member of the family.
I walked down the road close to my house, now eighteen and grown, with my energetic hound puppy Maggie (short for Magnolia, per Dad's request). Of course, it would be fairer to say that she was walking me down the road as she constantly sniffed the ground.
High Seas with Tom / page #1Fishing On The “High Seas” with Tom
On one of our many family trips to Canada to visit Uncle Angus and our Grandparents, who
lived in Nova Scotia Canada, Tom and I were invited to go fishing on the High Seas, a trip full of
events that would culminate in an adventure of a life time. This particular trip was filled with many
facets that they in them selves would be an adventure for any normal family, but you should realize
now that we are not dealing with a normal family when you’re talking about the Flynn Clan; not by a
There are many obstacles to overcome when taking a long trip to a foreign country. There are
also several factors that may hinder the planning and execution of that trip. But one main factor that
always seems to come up in most vacations is the Cost. To say my father was frugal was only a nice
way to say someone is Cheep, but in his case even cheep has some merits. I know how everyone has
heard a story about how this person was the stingiest
Etats d'ameCher Cupidon
Je ne sais plus vraiment où j'en suis ... Je suis comme une goélette, de laquelle on aurait retiré les voiles pour l’empêcher d’avancer. La coque de ce même navire s’est brisée sur une côte lointaine, et les débris flottent un peu partout.
C’est le sang de sa vision qui hante peu à peu mes nuits. La douleur de ce désir ardent pour un être inaccessible. Je rêve de ses caresses... Je rêve de son souffle chaud sur mon visage ... Je rêve de le toucher, l’embrasser, de lui dire que je l’aime ...
J’ai besoin d’aide. Vite. Je vis en tentant de garder la tête hors de l’eau, mais je finirais par sombrer tôt ou tard.
Avant que l’annonce de ma fin soit définitive, j’aimerais dénuer mon cœur de toute sorte de passion envers lui. Ce sentiment trop fort me ronge de l’intérieur, et je suis incapable de stopper ce proce
Love's Tragic Tale SummaryA long time ago, there was a 4th grader named Marie. She moved to a new school after hers had shut down. She went to her new school after meeting up with her closest friends. She enjoyed the school.
One day, her friend Lexi asked her who her crush was. Feeling pressured, Marie just picked a random guy named Aaron. She made Lexi promise not to tell anyone, who agreed.
Marie thought about what she had said, and finally decided she did in fact kinda like Aaron…
Lexi told everyone in the class. Aaron said he didn’t like Marie back. But Marie was determined. She HAD to get him to like her. So what did she do?
She chased him. She would stare at him in class, follow him around, always talked to him.
She didn’t know what else to do to make guys like her. She was only a 4th grader after all. And besides, she was an annoying person.
Aaron ran away from her. Marie continued chasing through 5th grade. Aaron just HAD to like her!
One day, everyone was sitting at lunch when Aaron t
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