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Chapter two: Unknowing
Bleep, bleep, bleep! My alarm went off interrupting my sleep, it was time for school. I rolled over half awake to shut it off, forcing myself to get up and tried to get back to reality. I had a series of dreams last night I could vaguely remember that were like flash subliminal message pictures. I couldn’t concentrate at this time what happened also, I had to get ready and get out of the house before the bus comes. I found some clothes to wear for school, head out of my room and go prepare myself a decent breakfast. The kitchen lights were already on brightly to wake me up more while my Mom ate her meal and read the paper on the island table. “Good morning Ryder, did you sleep well?” She asked while I poured water in the kettle for my morning tea “Yes, I did thank you for asking.” I turned on the stove burner for the kettle and fixed myself a bowl of cereal. I took a seat on one of the island chairs to eat; I took one bite of the crunchy and sweet consiste
Chapter one: Encountering beyond the path.
I got out of school, missed my bus and had to walk home. I didn’t mind, it was just for today, I had the urge to explore the trail in the woods nearby. Ever since I have started at my new school, there has been talk from right to left about this trail. From what I have gathered what people told me; if you try to walk the trail on your own, there are guardians who will banish you for trespassing. No one really knows what could be there but, when I heard it, I thought people were trying to scare new kids like me coming to Tampa. But, as it got to the point I heard the rumors more; I assumed maybe there could be something lurking beyond. I was willing to seek for myself anything mysterious or beyond my imagination. Exactly, what is there that’s so scary? When I used to live in San Francisco before I came here, there were numerous dangers that a typical city consists of for you to fear where you go. Walking down on my own, I envisioned the possibilities of what
ScarsIt was 3 days before my 12th birthday in the month of April. April 16th seemed just seem like any other day in 6th grade until in history class, I was called out to go outside. One of the teachers in the main office of my middle school reported to me, my sister’s college Virginia Tech; there was a shooting. Although she was not at the school at that time and she is alive, which I am thankful for she is here with me to this day. It was scary how she lived a few a blocks away from the campus and she knew a few of the victims closely. I love my sister and the thought of her not being in my life anymore, it would be drastic for me to understand she is not there anymore.
Then, in 7th grade one day I wore my Virginia tech T-shirt to school, there was a boy in my English class who asked me about my shirt. I mentioned my sister went to Virginia tech and I got this from her. “Was she there during the shooting?” he asked, I shrugged and I politely said “I rather not talk
How can you resist? Revised version (contest)It was a cool and breezy evening. The wind calmly blew on the way to Simon’s house. I was anxious to see him. He told me he has a secret to confess after that, he mentioned it was time for me to know what it was. Either way, I had a synch this could be interesting. Arriving to his house and yielding at the front steps, I took a breath hoping for the best. At my own pace going up the stairs then reaching for the doorbell, the pitched chime lasted for about a minute or so. No answer. Hmmm, do I press again? Figuring it would be impolite to redundantly beg for him to answer. He is probably busy or whatever! I took a seat on the front step and to pass the time to admire the unique and blended pastel colors of the sunset. Hoping at the same time he heard my arrival. A shiver of the cold got me like an arrow though; I comforted myself staying close to calm the goose bumps. Simon should be here by now and strange for him to be this way. Stepping up to the door for h
Behind the bars (WIP)It was late at night; I escorted myself to the castle to visit Nathaniel. It was dreary outside with the moaning winds, starless and the moon hiding in the sky. Going along the path to the wide, tall gate; a guard stood out there at their post. Gulping my breath, I had to come forth to them to see Nathaniel "May I help you?" he tensely asked as I looked away "I-I am here to visit Nathaniel, please?" the guard sighed rolling his eyes "Oh, well that's up to Delano to decide who will visit; come with me" the gate creaked from him pushing the handle, I chewed on my lips, butterflies flying and my saliva went sour. There, strolling down the narrow hall to the throne; Delano perched hastily pondering. The guard bowed his head while I went down on my knees courteously respecting Delano "What have you brought me, a concubine or another servant girl?" Delano dreaded my presence, I admit that was pretty rude and caddy of him. "Sir, this girl is here to see Nathaniel; may she have your permission
Passion in your sleepThere he was, sleeping and on my bed after I turned my back away for a moment. I couldn’t help but, stare at his innocence; he was serene. His inner child exposed in his sleep, I crept over to take a closer look at his delicate face. At an angle to his, he was at peace, into dreamland and unaware of my presence. His lips were pulling me closer, his lips slightly opened, smooth and delicate… Suddenly, something takes over me… I really want to kiss him! I can’t, that wouldn’t be right and downright bizarre… No, this is weird; don’t do this! I fight my mind to keep my distance away… However, this magic that’s in him possessing me to kiss him is getting to me… He is cute and pure like a baby at rest. My head leans closer to him as the fighting inside stopped I can’t look away… He’s so beautiful my blood flow is warm and the tingling sensation for him grows maybe just one little quick
The Difference Between Villains and Antagonists
Well, it's December. Normally I would spend this time of year rambling about the new Hobbit movie (and trust me, that time will come), but I thought of trying something a little different this year. I sort of had a fanfiction-themed month back in April, and since that lent itself to a few interesting literary topics, I figured why not do another theme month? That's why I'm officially declaring this December my Villain Month.
Discussions about writing villains, lectures on the elements of villains, case-studies on famous villains from fiction -- I'm going to cover as much as I can before the end of the year. There's a lot to blog about, and seeing how we're already a week into December, let's dive in! I'll start with a fairly basic question that's been in my head for a while:
What is the difference between villains and antagonists?
We all know essentially what both of those terms mean, and they're often used interchangeably when discussing movies, books, and other storytelling me
So I Wrote an Essay...Everyone who watched cartoons as a child is familiar with the popular persona of SpongeBob Squarepants and his crazy aquatic friends. I want to bring to mind one specific episode of the long-running show, one regarding the affair of imagination. It seems like a silly thing to mention, but this installment perfectly demonstrates this topic by which I am so captivated. To briefly summarize the moral of the episode, imagination is the key to enjoying simple things.
Now, this statement is obviously true of the early stages of one's life, when a creative mind is a crucial component of a child's learning experience and development into a healthy individual. While I have never been athletic, self-confident, even all that courteous, I would consider my childhood to be quite rich because of the presence of that vital imagination. I have met literal, shallow people without a scrap of imagination in their entire personality, and those people almost frighten me. The words "it's not real" are the w
Cioran - La Caduta nel Tempo - 30Donde la nostra stanchezza, aggravata dagli sforzi stessi che abbiamo prodigato per abiturci alla civiltà, a tutto ciò che essa implica di corruzione tardiva. Che la natura sia anch'essa corrotta, non si può negarlo; ma questa corruzione senza data è un male immemoriale e inevitabile, a cui ci adattiamo d'ufficio, mentre quello della civiltà, nato dalle nostre opere o dai nostri capricci, tanto più opprimente in quanto ci sembra fortuito, porta il marchio di una scelta o di una fantasia, di una fatalità premeditata o arbitraria; a torto o a ragione, crediamo che avrebbe potuto non svilupparsi, e che solo da noi dipendeva che non insorgesse. E questo ce lo rende, una volta per tutte, ancora più odioso di quanto non sia. Non ci rassegniamo a doverlo sopportare e a far fronte alle miserie sottili che ne derivano, quando potevamo accontentarci di quelle grossolane e, tutto sommato, sopportabili, di cui la natura ci ha largamente provv
Bronies from a Sociological Perspective"When I came into Star Trek with Patrick, the Star Trek fan base had already been established. I feel like I’m at the beginning and watching of a new fan base and I want to invite you who are Trek fans to embrace Friendship Is Magic fans because I discovered that we all have a lot in common."
-John de Lancie, Star Trek actor and My Little Pony voice actor
On October 10, 2010, the Hub Network aired the premiere of a reboot of My Little Pony called My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. It’s creator, Lauren Faust, intended for the show to appeal to not only the children it was marketed toward, but also to adults who either grew up with the original series or were forced to watch it with their kids. She succeeded, but not in the way or to the extent she thought she would.
After the show’s premiere various internet sites, particularly 4-chan, began to explode with discussion and jokes. From there, word spread throughout the internet and My Little Pony gained a fandom of adu
Influence Personality PsychologySocial Influence
What causes us to obey to authority figures such as police, teachers and politicians and why do people conform to social norms? A number of psychologists have tries to explain obedience and social influence, and in this section of Psychologist World we look at studies, theories and explanations of the influences we succumb to in every day life.
The events of World War II and the Holocaust, in which millions were sacrificed by soldiers' willingness to obey to authority figues in Nazi Germany raise questions as to why people are willing to bypass their own values and morals in favour of another person's.
The first form of influence in our lives comes from the roles we see ourselves as fulfilling, explaining why some groups of society behave in a similar way en mass. For example, a student in school will usually treat their teacher with more respect than, say, another child. When they leave school, they will act differently towards different people dependi
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السلام عليكم والعام السابع بعون الله نبدأه بصباح جديد تقبل الله منا ومنكم صالح الأعمال:
نقره لتكبير أو تصغير الصورة ونقرتين لعرض الصورة في صفحة
Seven of Nine vs. Kes
How did one of "Star Trek's" most fascinating characters earn a sizable hatred, just for replacing some Tinkerbell imposter? On the other hand, maybe Kes doesn't deserve the hate she gets either; she's like, two years old, give her a break! Only one thing is certain; there isn't enough room for two cheesecakes on Voyager! Who will be victorious? Which assets will prove more powerful--ESP, or Borg nanoprobes? Mini-skirts, or catsuits? We list the pros of each, and you decide!
Reasons Seven of Nine Pawns Kes:
1.) Seven is accused of being a copy of Data, the best TNG character ever. Kes is accused of copying Troi. What does that say?
2.) How many ex-Borg characters existed in sci-fi before Seven? How many ESP fairy-princesses before Kes?
3.) "The fun will now commence."
4.) Seven chooses Chakotay. Kes chooses Neelix…
5.) Hey! Looks aren't what matters! Think about brains, and personality! ….Seven chooses Chakotay…and Kes picks Neelix…
6.) Seven's evil
Scottish GlossaryScottish English
Ah ya bastart Ouch, that hurt
Am no I am not
A-wiz-nae I was not
Anno I know
Bairn Baby/small child
Baltic Really cold
Blootered Very drunk
Boggin Smelly, dirty
Burn Small river
Cunt Either an insult, as part of a threat or as a general word for referring to others
Cummoan let´s go/please talk sense/also is the same as “Come on”
Chib to cut or stab something
Diddy Did he? Also means idiot and female breasts
Dinnae Do not or did not
Donder A walk
Fanny Stupid person/wimp
Feert to be scared, afraid, terrified
Fit means “what” in Aberdeen area
Gantin Smelly or really wanting something
Geez to give
True spirit within"The darkness is calling. A little danger, a little risk. Feel your heart race. Listen to it. That's the sound of being alive. It's your time, Nick. Your one chance to have fun before it's all stolen by them, the adults, with their cruelty and endless rules, their can't-do-this, and can't-do-that's, their have-tos, and better-dos, their little boxes and cages all designed to break your spirit, to kill your magic."
― Brom, 'the Child Thief'
This quote from 'the Child Thief' by Brom, since I believe to take risks and challenges for what you believe are right. Not only is it part of life but, people shouldn't assume what is right for you otherwise lacks independence and belief listening to your heart of what you believe. When it comes to people who care about you, they just want to do what's best for you but, really they don't know you enough to empathize. For instance, if an adult expects me to be obedient for being good like them and I ask why; the answer is either 'because I said
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