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"Aaaaah….." He woke up with a thud. He saw on both his sides. He was in a small
room with bunkers. The paint on the walls was scraped, and the room was dimly
lit. There was no one in the room. He was all by himself. He looked at the
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this, the victims and witnesses also showed neurotic symptoms of general
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out of his slumber. His eyes opened wide and stared into the abyss of darkness
ahead, as he gasped for air. He sat upon his bed and looked around to see what
was going on. In his head, he kept hearing his mother's voice, like a ghost who
would silently haunt his existence; her voice was always there with him. Ever
since she had died and moved on, Joseph was under the impression that she was
still there, not in reality, but in some sort of supernatural way like one would
see in the movies. During the eerie hours of the night, a breeze blew in from
the window, and Joseph began to shiver on the spot. Gazing out of the window,
the rustling of decaying leaves coupled with the snapping of twigs riddled the
air with an almost horror-movie like vibe. He slid out of bed, locked the window
shut, and waddled over to the kitchen to get a glass of water. It was still the
early days of autumn, so little remnants of the summer still showed up here and
there and were sometimes accompanied by a peculiar rise in temperature.
Joseph stood in the kitchen, glass in hand, sinking into a trance of thought
before snapping out of it and returning back to his bed. He cranked up the AC
and pulled the covers over his head. Underneath the sheets, he wept as he began
to miss his mother, as she had passed away three years before, after struggling
with diabetes for much of her adult life. The condition had riddled her with
pain, and doctors' visits started to become more frequent as her end drew near.
Joseph always stood by his mother's side to make sure she was as comfortable as
possible. He did everything that he thought and believed would be enough to
support her, but in his head, he always wondered if he had done enough. Did she
get what she was entitled to; did she leave anything out when caring for her?
These questions were always swarming around his head, and he wondered if they
were true. A direct result of this wondering was that she now always lived in
his head, not like some sort of disease, but as a part of who he was. It is for
this reason that he always felt as if she was right there with him, even if it
was just in spirit.
The next day, Joseph decided to dress better than usual for work. He pulled out
a powder blue shirt, dark blue dress pants, and a dark blue blazer. He added to
this a red tie and silver cufflinks, he felt he looked like a man ready to make
a difference. He did not always dress this way and would often barely dress
appropriately for the occasion. However, the nature of his work forced him to
dress in a way that he wasn't comfortable with, but because his job brought in
the money, he had no choice. He walked out of the door, locking it behind him.
He walked to the bus stop and waited for his daily commute. Standing next to him
was a mother and her baby in his cart. While Joseph was scrolling through his
emails, he felt as if someone was looking at him, he looked around, and everyone
seemed to be minding their own business. When he looked down, the little baby
was staring at him with his eyes and mouth wide open. Glistening against the
morning sun, the baby's eyes stared at him lovingly, which made Joseph smile
from ear to ear.
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RECKONING
Author: Rosie Daykin
Ear-splitting noise and the terrifying sensation of being thrown out of bed woke
Camelia to a world in flames. Her first thought was that it must be an
earthquake, but as her eyes flew open and she looked around, she knew something
else must have happened. The shaking walls and thick smoke flooding the room
through her open door told her there was a fire nearby. She saw the flickering
hues of red and orange that danced upon the door and froze in fear.
A ragged breath introduced thick smoke into her lungs, and she began to cough.
The cough felt as if it nearly tore her lungs apart and finally motivated her to
get on her feet. Her mind screamed at her to find an escape route out of the
burning home. She looked towards the door, but even from a few feet away, she
could feel the heat of the inferno. As she looked out into the rest of her home,
she saw nothing but flickering orange and red mixed with rolling waves of black
and gray. The wood from the house was being consumed by the flames, and she
didn’t have long left to escape.
The sound of something crashing outside of her bedroom echoed throughout the
house, distracting her for a second and enhancing her fear. It sounded like the
world was coming down around her.
She remained stunned, frozen with disbelief, when flames rolled rapidly into her
room through the open door, engulfing the walls with blazing scarlet. Again, her
brain reminded her that she was running out of time. The house was built on
wooden pillars, and if the fire weakened them enough, the house would collapse
and bring the whole roof down on her.
Glancing behind her, she realized that the window was the only escape she had.
The previous occupant of the house had painted the bedroom, including the
window, and had managed to seal it shut. She’d meant to fix that problem since
she’d moved in but hadn’t gotten around to it yet. She’d have to break the glass
to get through. It would be simple enough to break the glass, but she had
another problem to deal with. The window was almost seven feet off the ground.
It wasn’t the biggest drop, but right below the window was a small border of
stones that ran along the house’s outer boundary. If she didn’t jump far enough,
she would end up landing on them, and that could mean broken bones.
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THE IDEA OF HIM
Author: Carla Muse
I'm awaken by my phone ringing. It’s an unknown number that flashes across my
screen. I hit the silent button, laying my head back on my pillow, and fall
asleep.
I am sitting on the couch watching tv, while my dad is in the kitchen frying
fish from a great weekend at the cabin. He comes into view as the sun is shining
through the dining room window before it's time for supper.
"Dad, do you need any help with dinner?" I call out to him. He doesn't reply to
me. I call out to him once again, and there is no response from him. He doesn't
even turn to look at me. He's just standing there staring out from the window.
Beams of light shine on him as the sun is setting. I leave the couch and walk
towards him.
As I approach him and place my hand on his shoulder, I softly say, "Dad?" He
vanishes, and there are dust particles where he was standing. They are floating
around through the air in the beam of sunlight.
I spring awake in a panic. I’m dripping with sweat and start to cry. It is the
first time I have dreamt about my dad since he passed away. I am confused as to
why he will not look at me in my dream nor answer me. I swear the dream felt so
real. It was like he was there staring out of the window.
I walk to the bathroom while collecting myself from that bizarre dream. The
light at the top of my phone is blinking. I swipe the screen to unlock it. I see
that I have a missed call from Jason and an unknown number. There are three text
messages from Jason, as well as a few messages from coworkers, and Troy.
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COMMUNICATION - A PHENOMENON
Author: Lisa P Whitle
In the previous chapter, we spoke about effective communication. In this
chapter, we will go into detail about what that actually entails. Whenever you
communicate with anyone, you will realize the other person is continuously
missing your point for one reason alone. That reason is unclear communication.
This is a phenomenon that’s very prevalent in parent and child communication,
especially grown-up children. Effective communication requires clarity. You need
to make sure your child completely understands and doesn’t get the wrong
meaning. Grown-up children are quite sensitive and can easily be influenced by
others. Teenagers are more vulnerable in the category of grown-up children. It’s
kind of a time of self-discovery for especially teenagers.
Let’s talk about teenagers here first. When they enter middle and high school,
later on, they start seeing themselves going through a lot of changes. Their
hormones are active, resulting in physical and even emotional changes within
them. They’ll face a whole myriad of issues that would include relationships
with the opposite sex, crushes, confidence issues, and peer pressure, and other
such issues. At these times, teenagers are also quite impressionable. They will
face their first romances, heartbreaks, and breakups, and that could lead to a
lot of negative behavior and depression. These are times when your teenager will
want to look up to you. You should be his first point of contact when it comes
to any of these issues instead of getting advice from others. Any such negative
experiences can push them towards drugs and other substance abuse. You need to
guide them effectively, which means clear communication. When there is clear
communication, then the teenager will understand you much better and apply your
suggestions and recommendations better. This also goes back to what we discussed
in the first chapter. This is the time you can talk about your own days as a
teenager and relate to their issues that way. You can adapt the strategies of
your time to today if need be, but it needs to be explained properly.
When it comes to clear communication, it needs to be done both ways. Clear
communication would require you, as a parent, to listen to your child properly.
You can perhaps, as a therapist, take notes when your child is speaking to you
about his or her issues at school. Let’s say your teenager comes to you and is
discussing a recent breakup with you. He or she is extremely heartbroken and
upset. He or she feels rejected and depressed. He or she even feels that the
world is caving in on them, or it’s the end of the world. You need to let them
vent to you completely.
Once they have done venting, you should respond to them with the utmost clarity.
Be their support and lend them an ear. Embrace them if need be so they know you
are there for them and feel their pain. If you have to cry with them, then do
that too, so they know you both are on the same page. You need to remind them
gently throughout the conversation that it’s not the end of the world, and
things will get better. You can help them in two ways. You can try to explain to
them clearly if there is a way to mend fences with their former significant
other. Or, you can help them provide closure so they can focus on their future
relationships properly with a fresh start. Empathy here is very important
because you need to be the first person they come to when they have a breakup.
You should guide them properly through the healing period. You should be very
sensitive as they will have mood swings. This is also a time where you should be
giving a lot more of your free time to your teenager. You need to make sure that
if there is anything she or he is concerned about, he or she could just turn to
you. What I mean to say here is that you need to put yourself in their shoes so
that effective and clear communication could take place between you and them.
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IN SEARCH OF THE ABSOLUTE TRUTH
Author: Rosie Daykin
DO YOUR BEST SHOES HAVE AN FBI FILE?
Y’all ever heard of the time some wacko put a bomb in his shoes and tried to
blow up a plane? Pretty famous news story, I tell you. Ever since then, the
TSA’s turned into one of those creepy guys in your social media DMs asking for
feet pics. Now, if you ask me, the TSA’s always been kinda scummy; all those
body scanners and body checks; can’t a woman get some privacy in this world? But
this? This was preposterous, asking us to strip off our shoes and reveal our
bare feet? OUR NAKED BARE FEET? I could not believe the world would ever be okay
with that, but here we are now, slaves to our shoe-stripping overlords.
Now, being the chatterbox that I am, I had a good job in sales. Funny how just a
little convincing and some sweet talk has dollars raining down on you. I was so
good at ripping people off of their money that they even gave me an award.
Outside of the office, they’d probably put you in jail for that, but it’s not
even close to the weirdest thing you can go to jail for, as you’ll find out soon
enough. So, I’m traveling to Saint Thomas with my co-workers for the award trip
and bless the airport security’s souls for making the process smooth. On the
other hand, damn the airline, the pilot strolled off to get a donut, and we
landed too late to catch the connecting flight. To top it off, I had to throw
down money on a hotel room and wait for the next flight. The room smelled of
death and cigarettes like a zombie coming out of the grave to hit that one last
puff.
Now I’ll tell you; when you’ve had to spend money on a trip that was supposed to
be free, broke up with your boyfriend who’s now a million miles away on some
god-forsaken planet called Australia, and woken up smelling like you’ve engaged
in adultery with a druggie zombie, you won’t be in the best of moods. The worst
part was that I cried all night thinking about my now ex-man, closed my eyes for
barely a minute, and then it was 5 in the morning. To other people, that might
not matter, but I really am not a 5 a.m. person.
I strutted down to check-in wearing jeans and my pride and joy; red patent
leather silver studded Stuart Weitzman sandals. These babies had the chunkiest
heel you’d ever see in a sandal. I stepped up to the counter as a buff check-in
agent scanned me from top to bottom. Damn, I thought; this girl was towering
over me like The Hulk; I wouldn’t want those hands anywhere near me. Now
She-Hulk here eyed my Weitzman sandals with what I could only describe as
immense lust. I met her eyes with a stare that clearly said, “No bitch, mine!”
As if she had read my mind, she ordered me to take them off. No uh. Nope. No way
was she ever put her filthy hands on these babies. But I looked back up at her,
towering above me, a poster child for some steroid company, and decided against
taking my chances.
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THE COFFIN WORLD OF MY CLOSET
Author: Rufus Brown
“Lies and secrets, Tessa, they are like cancer in the soul. They eat away what
is good and leave only destruction behind.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince
The evening news was wall-to-wall war and conflict. It was 1968, and the Vietnam
War Tet Offensive was in full view to American families at dinner as every frame
after bloody TV frame of the carnage for history passed with each second.
America was on fire with students protesting the war and race riots in every
major city. For me, a highly sensitive 12-year-old boy, it was virtually
impossible to escape the horrors on and off the screen. It was self-evident, I
suppose that no one escaped the horrors happening across America. My mom and dad
were concerned that I was “too sensitive” and were always imploring me to stop
being so touchy-feely. If it wasn’t my laugh that threw my dad into a tailspin,
it was being too perceptive and reactive, which made the tailspin whirl faster.
In the coming years, they would try everything to break me of this unmanly,
overly perceptive behavior as well.
During the chaos, I attended Middle School at Newark Academy, one of the oldest
prep schools in America. It was also recognized as one of the best preparatory
schools in the country. The school’s Mascot, the “Minute Man,” was adopted
during its founding, as many of the boys and teachers were enlisted as “minute
men” in Washington’s Revolutionary Army. I was the second person in my family to
attend NA, as my father also attended the Academy when he was my age. Now, what
are the chances that a father and son would have the same 8th grade, math
teacher? A zillion to one? Whatever the odds, Mrs. Catherin Lynham taught us
both, and she and my dad were good old friends. To add some sparkle to the
friendship, my father was a member of the Schools Board of Trustees. I imagined
that that had to be the reason I was ‘elected’ as the 8th Grade class president,
despite not running for class president. What a weird surprise, I thought.
Oddly, no one in the class was upset at the outcome. I supposed Mrs. Lynham’s
friendship with my dad was so strong that she must have added several of her own
votes to ensure my election and thereby make one happy friend and father. While
that was suspicious enough, even more weird was I never passed one of Mrs.
Lynham’s math tests. After geometry, when I hit Algebra, I hit the wall. Not to
worry, Walter, your class president.
I liked being president as I liked all my classmates, and they liked me too. I
was a popular kid and, while not a math student, smart in every other respect.
My “sensitivity” underscored my ability to perceive finer points in my studies.
It also gave me a strong ability to understand others and to empathize with my
classmates. I credit my sensitivity to my popularity, and as time would tell, I
went on to successfully run and win in two legitimate elections for class
president of my freshman and sophomore year.
I advanced in school and developed a love of the humanities, philosophy,
history, and the arts, and participated in school plays and sang in the school
glee club. I also participated in sports and was part of the Cross-Country,
Fencing, and Tennis teams. I was a good runner and an exceptionally good tennis
player, but my dad was disappointed that I didn’t play football or basketball,
you know, more manly sports. That may be the reason he never attended any of my
sporting events. Fencing was for sissy’s, I suppose. But above all of my
extracurricular activities, there was one thing I loved doing more than
anything: playing the piano.
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THE ELEVENTH HOUR: FIGHT AGAINST AMERICA
Author: Cassandra Collin
As the world can see, America is being stripped of the power she once possessed
and is blinded by multiple tactics of the following: The removal of the World
Health Organization, the Iranian Arms policies, Coronavirus Disease (COVID-19),
and a suffering economy. The American dictator, Donald J. Trump, has contributed
to these injustices the most. He lacks leadership attributes, acts recklessly,
and controls America like a Mob boss instead of leading it like a President.
Trump has deprived American citizens of their basic rights and has used code
words to incite, activate and cause divisiveness among his followers and
citizens who are not a part of his ideology of Make America Great Again (MAGA).
Other racist antics, remarks, code words, and phrases of incitement used by
Trump include “vicious thugs,” and “when the looting starts, the shooting
starts” (what do you have to lose? Referring to black people). Trump has divided
this country and shows no empathy for Blacks. He plans to implement the
Anti-fascist (ANTIFA) Bill (categorizing the far-left peaceful protesters as
terrorists), an excuse against those who would exercise their freedom to protest
for their rights, which differs from his support for the Boogaloo boys and their
extremist ideologies[A1] . Every time Trump publicly mentions or Tweets MAGA, he
is sending a subtle message to his followers. America is on the brink of a civil
war between Trump supporters, white supremacists, and ANTIFA’s political
movement. A war that is on the people of color. His tweets subtly indicate
violence, and they indirectly cause damage and hostility amongst Americans. He
then justifies these uprisings against the marginalized community by putting the
onus on the governors for not doing their jobs efficiently and failing to
restore order. It is about time to keep your eyes and ears open and understand
Trump’s message loud and clear. Trump is seizing America’s civil liberties, one
policy at a time, both nationally and internationally. For example,
international trade and security, relations with foreign nations, interactions
for organizations and corporations, and system citizens of the United States.
Trump has disrupted foreign policies, to name a few – Nuclear Arms Treaty,
International Arms Treaty, and the Open Skies Treaty Withdrawal. This disruption
has affected the stability, transparency, and has adversely affected the
security of allies and of the United States. Trump did all he could to win a
second term Presidency, and even though he didn’t win, he still managed to gain
a lot of votes.
His most recent disruptions were to dismantle the postal system. This would
affect the mail-in of absentee voting ballots and reject further funding to the
postal system. If the post office is not funded, the absentee ballots cannot be
mailed out to their full potential. He stated that he would not lose the 2020
presidential elections to Joe Biden (former Vice President of former President
Barack H. Obama). Apparently, Trump did all he could to interfere with a fair
election, like a partisan. His fear of losing the second term presidency was
obvious.
During the 2016 election, rumor has it that Vladimir Putin, Russia’s President
meddled with the U.S. votes. That’s how Trump was able to win the rigged 2016
elections, and he is labeled as an illegitimate President of the United States
of America. Our foreign allies and the world looks at America with sorrow and
disbelief. Our Nation is strong and does not have a place for a dictator like
Trump.
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THE COFFIN WORLD OF MY CLOSET
Author: Rufus Brown
“Lies and secrets, Tessa, they are like cancer in the soul. They eat away what
is good and leave only destruction behind.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince
The evening news was wall-to-wall war and conflict. It was 1968, and the Vietnam
War Tet Offensive was in full view to American families at dinner as every frame
after bloody TV frame of the carnage for history passed with each second.
America was on fire with students protesting the war and race riots in every
major city. For me, a highly sensitive 12-year-old boy, it was virtually
impossible to escape the horrors on and off the screen. It was self-evident, I
suppose that no one escaped the horrors happening across America. My mom and dad
were concerned that I was “too sensitive” and were always imploring me to stop
being so touchy-feely. If it wasn’t my laugh that threw my dad into a tailspin,
it was being too perceptive and reactive, which made the tailspin whirl faster.
In the coming years, they would try everything to break me of this unmanly,
overly perceptive behavior as well.
During the chaos, I attended Middle School at Newark Academy, one of the oldest
prep schools in America. It was also recognized as one of the best preparatory
schools in the country. The school’s Mascot, the “Minute Man,” was adopted
during its founding, as many of the boys and teachers were enlisted as “minute
men” in Washington’s Revolutionary Army. I was the second person in my family to
attend NA, as my father also attended the Academy when he was my age. Now, what
are the chances that a father and son would have the same 8th grade, math
teacher? A zillion to one? Whatever the odds, Mrs. Catherin Lynham taught us
both, and she and my dad were good old friends. To add some sparkle to the
friendship, my father was a member of the Schools Board of Trustees. I imagined
that that had to be the reason I was ‘elected’ as the 8th Grade class president,
despite not running for class president. What a weird surprise, I thought.
Oddly, no one in the class was upset at the outcome. I supposed Mrs. Lynham’s
friendship with my dad was so strong that she must have added several of her own
votes to ensure my election and thereby make one happy friend and father. While
that was suspicious enough, even more weird was I never passed one of Mrs.
Lynham’s math tests. After geometry, when I hit Algebra, I hit the wall. Not to
worry, Walter, your class president.
I liked being president as I liked all my classmates, and they liked me too. I
was a popular kid and, while not a math student, smart in every other respect.
My “sensitivity” underscored my ability to perceive finer points in my studies.
It also gave me a strong ability to understand others and to empathize with my
classmates. I credit my sensitivity to my popularity, and as time would tell, I
went on to successfully run and win in two legitimate elections for class
president of my freshman and sophomore year.
I advanced in school and developed a love of the humanities, philosophy,
history, and the arts, and participated in school plays and sang in the school
glee club. I also participated in sports and was part of the Cross-Country,
Fencing, and Tennis teams. I was a good runner and an exceptionally good tennis
player, but my dad was disappointed that I didn’t play football or basketball,
you know, more manly sports. That may be the reason he never attended any of my
sporting events. Fencing was for sissy’s, I suppose. But above all of my
extracurricular activities, there was one thing I loved doing more than
anything: playing the piano.
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CAPTIVE
Author: Roseanne Cosme
I finally arrived at Miami Airport, and it was just how I had imagined. Feeling
a combination of joy and excitement, I was ready to take my initial steps
towards a brighter future. Whether did I know that a storm had nearly just
begun?
Life had started out quite good for me. I remember being a good student, with a
good family of my mother, my father, and two brothers. Up until I was sixteen,
life was good and mundane. I was athletic and took part in sports activities in
high school. It's strange how once an incident can flip everything around in
just a matter of time. Life can be good at one moment and not so much at the
next. To my disappointment, I experienced this at quite a young age.
One day "we need to add where you and your friend were standing, like did you
just get done with something or were you waiting for someone? Basically, how
should we start the story? The story continues from the information we have
available.
The guys promised my girlfriend and me to take us home. It was a gloomy winter
night. We had no such thoughts of suspicion at the time, mostly because there
was no evidence to the contrary. These guys were part of the crowd who we used
to hang out with at the time at the local coffee shop after school. That is why
there was never any suspicion that the situation could go wrong; my girlfriend
and I had seen them around often. After a while, the driver pulled over at a
forest in the city. His friend told my girlfriend that he would like to talk to
her, and they got out of the car. The driver got out and sat next to me in the
car. (He was very friendly, and he was not a bad-looking guy either but
definitely had some brain damage. He spoke a little weird, I thought, and I
think the other guy was the one in control, and the whole thing was his idea. He
was fat and looked genuinely evil. When I saw that they were not going in the
direction of our home, I was just hoping that we would survive to get out of the
situation with little to no damage. But I started to get scared when the only
thing I saw was the forest and fog surrounding us. I had the feeling that this
wasn't good at all. When he locked the door, I was scared and just wanted to get
it over with. They opened the glovebox on the way and had a gun on them; these
guys were both very big. So, I thought that the best way to ensure the least
possible damage was to say nothing. I noticed that he locked the doors and
started to pull his pants down. He pushed my head on himself and forced me until
he had an orgasm. He opened the locks after, while I was in a complete and utter
shock. I got out of the car and told my friend that we needed to leave.
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MIRAGE
Author: Karla Ballard
I still remember it as clearly, as if it were yesterday. Maybe because of the
scar it left behind. Back when my mother was washing clothes under the
pomegranate tree, I was playing alone nearby my mother as usual. I had just
taken a bath and wore a soft, off-white dress with a square embroidered collar.
I felt so pretty. However, I was hungry, and the avocado trees in the backyard
had only green avocados. I kept looking at the fruit trees to see if something
was ripe to eat. The fruit was rare in the house and luxury to eat because
grandma Elsa sold the fruit as soon as it ripened. However, it seemed to be my
lucky day, as I discovered a pomegranate hiding at the top of the tree, up high.
Excited, I told my mother to cut it for me. She refused, saying, “The other
children will see you and will want some too.” I added, “But if you cut it for
me, I will not let anybody see it. I will go to the end of the yard and hide
until I finish it. Besides, there are no children around.” I convinced her. She
brought a tall stick to pick the pomegranate. As she tapped on it, it fell down.
At that very moment, all the cousins were coming in, running, from the street.
They had been playing, and they saw the fruit falling down. My mother picked the
fruit and began to open it. She then gave everyone a piece and gave me a little
“leftover” piece. My blood boiled as she gave away the pieces to the other kids,
and by the time she gave me the last bit, I had thrown it down on the ground and
said firmly, “I don’t want it. I wanted it all. I saw it first! It was mine!”
During the chaos, I attended Middle School at Newark Academy, one of the oldest
prep schools in America. It was also recognized as one of the best preparatory
schools in the country. The school’s Mascot, the “Minute Man,” was adopted
during its founding, as many of the boys and teachers were enlisted as “minute
men” in Washington’s Revolutionary Army. I was the second person in my family to
attend NA, as my father also attended the Academy when he was my age. Now, what
are the chances that a father and son would have the same 8th grade, math
teacher? A zillion to one? Whatever the odds, Mrs. Catherin Lynham taught us
both, and she and my dad were good old friends. To add some sparkle to the
friendship, my father was a member of the Schools Board of Trustees. I imagined
that that had to be the reason I was ‘elected’ as the 8th Grade class president,
despite not running for class president. What a weird surprise, I thought.
Oddly, no one in the class was upset at the outcome. I supposed Mrs. Lynham’s
friendship with my dad was so strong that she must have added several of her own
votes to ensure my election and thereby make one happy friend and father. While
that was suspicious enough, even more weird was I never passed one of Mrs.
Lynham’s math tests. After geometry, when I hit Algebra, I hit the wall. Not to
worry, Walter, your class president.
I liked being president as I liked all my classmates, and they liked me too. I
was a popular kid and, while not a math student, smart in every other respect.
My “sensitivity” underscored my ability to perceive finer points in my studies.
It also gave me a strong ability to understand others and to empathize with my
classmates. I credit my sensitivity to my popularity, and as time would tell, I
went on to successfully run and win in two legitimate elections for class
president of my freshman and sophomore year.
I advanced in school and developed a love of the humanities, philosophy,
history, and the arts, and participated in school plays and sang in the school
glee club. I also participated in sports and was part of the Cross-Country,
Fencing, and Tennis teams. I was a good runner and an exceptionally good tennis
player, but my dad was disappointed that I didn’t play football or basketball,
you know, more manly sports. That may be the reason he never attended any of my
sporting events. Fencing was for sissy’s, I suppose. But above all of my
extracurricular activities, there was one thing I loved doing more than
anything: playing the piano.
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NUMBNESS AND TINGLING
GETTING TOO OLD TO STAND ON ONE'S OWN TWO FEET
Author: Rebecca Boronski
Today starts like every other Monday morning. At 6:25 AM, Dr. Naomi Leostein
grabs her lunch bag from the fridge and then places it next to the laptop in her
handbag. She then blindly reaches for her plaid winter coat before rushing out
of the front door. However, this morning provided a little surprise.
Four-year-old Nate jumps out from behind the coat rack and shouts, "You found
me, Safta." Safta is the Hebrew name for grandma. She was not expecting him to
be there at all. She thought that he was still sleeping. Naomi likes it when
Nate and his two-year-old sister, Leah, call her Safta. The name "Safta" paints
a picture of a youthful grandmother who is loaded with enough energy to keep up
with the pace of active grandkids. She is young at heart, mind, body, and soul.
"You scared me. I didn't know that you were hiding there!" Naomi says to her
grandson. Little Nate then shrieks with glee. Dr. Naomi says to him, "I will
play with you and your sister Leah later. I need to leave for work right now."
Naomi asks him, "Do you know if Saba left for work yet?" Saba is the Hebrew name
for grandpa. When Naomi asks him about Saba, she is referring to her husband,
Ethan. Ethan and Naomi have been married for over 30 years. Little Nate and Leah
are the children of their eldest child Shayna. Shayna has been married to a
young man named Michael for almost six years now, and they have been living in
apartments for most of that time. However, Shayna and Michael have recently
purchased their first house. It is located in Fresh Meadows, New York, and this
is quite exciting for Naomi and Ethan. Fresh Meadows is located near to them.
The name "Fresh Meadows" is a bit deceiving. At the time the colonists settled
in Fresh Meadows centuries earlier, it was suffused with meadows fed by
freshwater springs. However, by the 1960s, apartment complexes and post-war
tract housing would eventually dominate the landscape. The physical presence of
fresh meadows is a bit of a rarity now. Shayna and Michael have just bought a
cozy, 1200 square foot, three-bedroom house in the Fresh Meadows neighborhood.
Despite its small size, it is certainly spacious enough for Shayna, Michael, and
their two kids. It has the added advantage of being less than 1.5 miles from
Naomi and Ethan's home, which is located in Jamaica Estates, Queens.
In addition to their daughter Shayna, Dr. Naomi and Dr. Ethan have two other
children who are also now grown adults: Rachel and Adam. Their second daughter,
Rachel, is currently engaged to a young man named Dov Heisner. They are planning
to get married in the spring at the Crest Hollow Country Club located in
Woodbury, New York. This is also where Naomi and Ethan's wedding took place,
thirty-plus years earlier. Their son Adam currently lives in Washington, DC. He
has a steady girlfriend named Laurie Spreck. Naomi and Ethan greatly miss the
everyday hustle and bustle of having their children around them. However, they
are happy that Shayna, Michael, and their grandkids are temporarily staying with
them while renovations are being completed on Shayna and Michael's new home.
After several weeks of construction, the workmen are almost done with the
renovation. As soon as the asbestos dust, caused by the removal of the old
kitchen floor, is cleared away, they will be ready to move into the new house.
Naomi is not eager to see her grandkids, little Nate and Sarah, leave her home.
She so much enjoys having them around.
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UNDERSTANDING MENTAL TOUGHNESS
“THE STRENGTH OF YOUR MIND DETERMINES THE QUALITY OF YOUR LIFE.”
Author: Edmond Mbiaka
To talk about mental toughness, we need to understand what that means. In the
book “Developing Mental Toughness” by Peter Clough and Doug Strycharczyk, it is
defined as “the personality trait which determines in large part how people deal
effectively with the challenges, stressors, and pressures… irrespective of
circumstances.” A lot of times, how effective we are at tackling life’s problems
is determined by our mental toughness, or in other words, the strength of mind.
The same book states that “according to the 4 Cs model, the overall mental
toughness is a product of four pillars:
1. Challenge: seeing the challenge as an opportunity.
2. Confidence: having high levels of self-belief.
3. Commitment: being able to stick to tasks.
4. Control: believing that you control your destiny.”
If you’re mentally strong, then you can take on any problem that comes your way
or deal with tragedies that would happen to you or your loved ones. When you
look at a challenge, you turn those moments into opportunities. When it comes to
confidence, you need to know that in your heart and mind, you can take on
whatever comes your way. You are very sure of yourself. Commitment means you
don’t back down from what you set to do, you stick to your guns, and you will
complete the tasks you set out to do. Control means that your destiny is in your
hand. You are in charge of your life, and you are secure of yourself. These four
traits are very important to have. You need to have these four traits inside you
to be mentally tough. It’s extremely important to understand the opening quote
of this chapter. The strength of the mind does determine the quality of life. If
you’re not mentally strong, you can’t make decisions period. It’s not about
making just 31decisions; it’s about making the strong and right decisions.
Your quality of life does get affected as you can slowly slip into depression
and self-destruction. You are easily overcome by peer pressure, drugs, alcohol,
and substance abuse. If you don’t want to go down that path, you need to develop
mental toughness.
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SELF-AWARENESS
Author: Kate Barkley
“When I discover who I am, I’ll be free.” – Ralph Ellison
I finally arrived at Miami Airport, and it was just how I had imagined. Feeling
a combination of joy and excitement, I was ready to take my initial steps
towards a brighter future. Whether did I know that a storm had nearly just
begun?
We all want to have confidence and surety with the things that we do in our
day-to-day lives. When one talks about being self-aware, what does it mean? To
be self-aware or to strive to attain self-awareness is to be able to understand
and acknowledge the different things that go on in our heads.
Self-awareness can be as simple as seeing how you feel when you are around
friends. While you are supposedly there to unwind and relax, there can be a
million things on your mind that have you both consciously and subconsciously
troubled. The setting is that of a BBQ with your closest buddies, and you
huddled around the grill. The smell of beef cooking and the sound of a beer
bottle opening can be everywhere. There is a wholesome and positive vibe going
around. While you are laughing and evidently having a good time inside your
head, it is a completely different story. There are insecurities that you are
battling, worries that are wearing you down, problems that seemingly have no
solution in sight. These things take a toll on you inside. Knowing that,
acknowledging that, and understanding that is self-awareness.
However, it is sometimes more complex than this as well. There are times when
self-awareness is far more complex than all of this. Have you ever had a lot to
do, i.e., work, school, assignments, obligations, which you know are important,
but for some reason, you just cannot gather the energy to get up and get the
work done? You lay in bed, staring into the abyss with the burden of your
thoughts weighing down on you. It could be finals week in college with all of
these deadlines coming at you, yet nothing is seemingly affecting you, or it is
affecting you so much that you've raised a white flag and admitted defeat. This
leads you to feel as if you are stuck and have nowhere to go. The impending
thoughts of having to get all of this stuff done make you feel even worse than
you already do. Realizing and knowing that this is something that is affecting
you is self-awareness.
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THINKING BEYOND
Author: Will A. Lee
When I turned 22 years old, I felt like my life needed a restart. We live in an
era where movie franchises are constantly rebooted, so why can't we restart our
lives. Movie studios look at those franchises and see where they went wrong, and
by starting fresh, they can make a good movie that can spin off into sequels and
beyond. Why can't we do the same with our own lives? We can also do a
self-analysis and see what is wrong or right in our life and then see how we can
improve things. Sometimes, we all even require a fresh start. We can take the
good and improve on it while starting out fresh. So, on my 22nd birthday, I made
a clear and concise decision to restart my life. What was important for me to
analyze was the negativity in my life that was bringing me down. The negativity
consisted of my ego, materialism (greed), jealousy, fear, worry, care,
insecurity, and all other negative emotions that I had been feeling. Once I
removed all these emotions from my life and personality, I felt like a rebooted
movie franchise too. I felt like a new man. It felt like I was born again. Most
people use the "born again" phrase for a religious reawakening or a spiritual
reawakening, but I am using this phrase for a more personal reawakening that
perhaps encompasses all that and more. These things are important because what
we realize is that we are the ones who bring ourselves down. Having a fresh
start in life is great, but we need to analyze what is not needed in this fresh
start. You have to feel like a baby. You have to learn to discover new things as
you've never done them before. You look at similar experiences in a new way.
Your mindset and outlook in life have to be different and a whole lot more
positive. It is important to think positively. It is important to know that now
you will make a difference in your life and, in turn, others around you. To be
honest, our insecurities are our greatest enemy, and almost all times, they
create differences between ourselves and our loved ones, or rather those that
matter to us. Once we get rid of those and other negative emotions, we feel
renewed and refreshed. Our insecurities and fears will get us down and block us
from moving ahead, and it's important we realize that we are bigger and better
than that. We can't let them slow us down in the pursuit of our own immaterial
happiness.
At that very moment, all the cousins were coming in, running, from the street.
They had been playing, and they saw the fruit falling down. My mother picked the
fruit and began to open it. She then gave everyone a piece and gave me a little
“leftover” piece. My blood boiled as she gave away the pieces to the other kids,
and by the time she gave me the last bit, I had thrown it down on the ground and
said firmly, “I don’t want it. I wanted it all. I saw it first! It was mine!”
I wanted to think beyond my ego, insecurities, and other negative emotions. I
felt it was important to rise above all this negativity to become a newer
person. I also realized a few things. Most importantly, I was able to see the
world and my own self a lot more closely than ever before and perform a much
better self-analysis. I was able to humble myself and break free of all the
mental and emotional shackles that had chained me forever. These negative
emotions I speak of are like colored lenses. When we have, for example, ego, we
look at everything in life through those colored lenses. We look at the world
and form opinions and interpretations of everything inside it through those
lenses. It forms our worldview, and that can, unfortunately, be an unclear
worldview. The worst thing we do is that every action and interaction we do in
the world is derived from that worldview. We impact not just us but those around
us with our actions and interactions. Even worse is the life decisions we make
based on this worldview we have developed for ourselves. Those decisions become
disasters and have long-standing consequences that impact us all our lives. We
have to live with the choices we make, and a bad decision can't be reversed in
the same way a good decision can't be. A few long-term consequences are bad
relationships and life failures. You feel uneasy, and not at peace at all with
yourselves. You feel unhappy, and you increase and attract more negativity. Once
it goes downhill, it keeps going downhill, leading to depression. That's not the
state anyone of us wants to be in at all. Being in a state of depression is one
of the lowest lows we can put ourselves in. We become super negative, and those
negative emotions I have mentioned above increase ten-fold. When we reach this
state where we've simply almost given up on life, we can do two things.
We can lift ourselves up by shedding the emotions and going through a restart,
or we can choose to end things, and no one wants to go there. Suicidal
tendencies are common in people suffering from such massive depression, which is
why a restart is essential before reaching that state of mind. What I am
explaining to you is a chain of events that negative emotions can create for us.
In summary, these simply shape our worldview as they are akin to colored lenses,
and we see our life through those lenses. Our decisions shape up our lives, and
these decisions are derived from that worldview. The results can be disastrous
for us, our loved ones, and everyone around us. We tend to ignore and overlook
the impact of our decisions on our loved ones. To be honest, these are the ones
that matter more than anyone else in the world. Having said that, every human
being matters, but our loved ones feel more impacted by our negative and
positive decisions than others.
Most importantly, we can totally lose ourselves in the process. That's when we
find ourselves in this never-ending bottomless pit of negativity. It's a vicious
cycle that we find ourselves in, and it's not great at all. The worst part is
that we can't climb back up, and even when we can, it takes a lot out of us.
Clearly, none of us want to be in that position at all. It's the worst of the
worst, and to reach that point is only going to lead to self-destruction.
So, for example, when we do find ourselves sinking in the bottomless pit I
mentioned above, we would tend to ask ourselves what's going wrong in our lives
and what bad decisions I have made. Then we also try to find solutions to the
problems posed by the impact of the decisions. There's one extremely fatal error
we're making, and that is what we need to figure out. The answer is right in
front of us, and it's very simple. We still have our colored lenses on! Even
while we're doing our self-analysis, we are still doing it based on the
worldview that we have acquired from the colored lenses. That's a huge hindrance
for us because we keep looking for the answers inside of us. How could we look
for those answers with the ego-tinted lenses that have formed our worldview?
It's not fair to us either because we will not be able to judge ourselves
accurately with those lenses. It's sad but true, but these are like shackles
that have bound us, and we need to break free from them, which leads me to my
first step.
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LOOK FOR EXPLANATIONS, NOT EXCUSES
Author: Chris Daigle
"The only thing standing between you and your goal is the bullshit story you
keep telling yourself as to why you can't achieve it." ― Jordan Belfort
Life has a way of going in one direction at one time and flipping on its head at
another time. Our lives can change in the blink of an eye, and there is often
not much we can do to avoid it. There are instances when things are going as
smoothly as one can dream of, but then without a moment's notice, the tide comes
in and washes everything away. Right in front of our eyes, everything that we
worked hard for or waited to get was taken, and we are left wondering how it
went so wrong. There are always reasons for this happening, whether it is your
own fault or the deviousness of someone else. In both cases, you are the one who
has to pick the pieces that are left behind. You are the person who has to make
a choice where you can either pick up the pieces and start again or sit there in
a mess, crying.
Now, I understand that it is never easy to be in a situation like this. You have
just lost something that you hold dear to you and must now cope with the loss.
Some people tend to succumb to this and begin plunging in a downward spiral.
They begin to lash out at the people who might not even be involved in the
incident and choose to blame others for their own shortcomings or loss. This is
wrong. Laying the blame on others does not do much; it only pollutes a
relationship because of unnecessary finger-pointing when the right way to move
ahead would be to take a step back. Doing this gives you the ability to assess
what has happened, see how far and wide the damage is, and formulate what your
next step is. You will be able to get an explanation as to what went wrong and
where. This way, you will learn how to do and also how not to do the same thing,
which will allow you to build on your past mistakes and failures.
On the other hand, throwing a tantrum about it all will not get you too far.
Yes, it is difficult. Yes, it is unfair. But it is also a reality, and we must
accept it. The sooner we are able to look past this, the sooner we will be able
to climb out of these tough times. In order to change the way that you think,
according to my research, I have come up with a few tips and tricks to help with
this.
* ● Consider the importance of adopting the change: The toughest pill to
swallow is that of change. Abandoning a habit or way of life that holds you
back is never an easy task, but it is the first step in changing your fate.
One way of convincing yourself is by explaining the importance of it by
personally doing a cost-benefit analysis. You will see how much your bad
habits are holding you down from being somewhere that is a lot better than
you are right now.
* ● Embrace the idea of experimentation: They say that when there is a risk,
there is either loss or reward. Therefore, higher risk = higher reward/loss.
You will never find out what way the seesaw might tilt, but until and unless
you don't try, there will never be an answer.
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SEDUCTIVE LOVE: INFIDELS AND LOVE BIRDS
Author: David C. Chang
laire Winger was a beautiful woman, or so Ian thought. He was smitten by her
eyes. They were a deep shade of green and shone like emeralds in the darkness
around them. While she was beautiful, Ian wasn’t one to let the wrong idea in
his head. The obvious baby bump hinted to him that she was or had been married
but decided not to ask any personal questions in her present state of shock. He
decided to wait for her to regain her composure before pressing for more
information.
Ian felt sorry for her. The sudden loss of her house and nobody to go to for
support would leave anyone distraught, he thought to himself. But he was there,
and he knew that he could help her. His mind wandered to the Mansion; a shelter
run by his good friend Paul. It would be the perfect refuge for Claire. Although
it was quite a long way upstate, things would work out if he could manage to get
Claire all the way there. Paul and Catarina always had a room empty no matter
what, so a place to stay was guaranteed.
As he considered the prospect, he looked at the watch on his wrist. His shift
was almost up, which meant that he could help her out almost immediately. He
looked up at Claire and met her green eyes with his.
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THE IDEA OF HIM
Author: Carla Muse
I'm awaken by my phone ringing. It’s an unknown number that flashes across my
screen. I hit the silent button, laying my head back on my pillow, and fall
asleep.
I am sitting on the couch watching tv, while my dad is in the kitchen frying
fish from a great weekend at the cabin. He comes into view as the sun is shining
through the dining room window before it's time for supper.
"Dad, do you need any help with dinner?" I call out to him. He doesn't reply to
me. I call out to him once again, and there is no response from him. He doesn't
even turn to look at me. He's just standing there staring out from the window.
Beams of light shine on him as the sun is setting. I leave the couch and walk
towards him.
As I approach him and place my hand on his shoulder, I softly say, "Dad?" He
vanishes, and there are dust particles where he was standing. They are floating
around through the air in the beam of sunlight.
I spring awake in a panic. I’m dripping with sweat and start to cry. It is the
first time I have dreamt about my dad since he passed away. I am confused as to
why he will not look at me in my dream nor answer me. I swear the dream felt so
real. It was like he was there staring out of the window.
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THE RELIGION OF LUST
AN ECSTATIC TALE OF PURSUING SEXUAL REALMS WITH A NANNY
Author: Wesley Williams
How many times did they end up in the lounge like this??? Aidan thought to
himself. It wasn’t the fact that people having sex was unearthly to him. He just
didn’t expect to see that.
*Knock knock*
Aidan just came back to reality. Someone was knocking on his bedroom door. “Come
in.” He replied. It was his father, Nicholas.
“Can we talk?” Said, Nicholas. “Should we?” Replied Aidan.
Nicholas sat by Aidan’s side. “Look, I know you didn’t want to see what you saw,
but let’s be real, there wasn’t anything bad in that. Was there? I enjoyed it,
and Julia enjoyed it. You just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong
time!”
“Dad…” Mr. Parker interrupted him. “Look! I was never happy with your mom and
neither with all those one-night stands! But Julia… she has been a pleasure to
be with!”
“And why is that so? If I am may ask!” said Aidan.
“She is… she is sexy, she is best in bed, she….” “Dad!” Aidan cut him. “Is that
it to woe away all our worries? Good sex?” Aidan became defensive.
“Well… you’d know when you experience; if you have anything else to say, I’m
just a call away.” With this, Mr. Parker left the room.
Aidan had his answers, at least to some extent. One that his father wasn’t going
to give a shit about him even at this point in time; second, he had to find
someone or something else to let out his anger and his frustration.
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UNFATHOMABLE LOVE
Author: Tiffany Blair Harrison
I was dancing for money and was also affecting people with my touch. I had not
forgotten what the psychic had told me and how my ability to heal people through
touch and connection worked. I tried my best to heal and console as many people
as I could during that time. I felt a sense of purpose when I did that, and it
helped me a lot. I felt happy that I had helped them, and it gave me a good
feeling. I was good at what I did and was making good bucks, but the healing
aspect was also a significant part of it.
It is imperative to mention here that the Wall Street guy from New York reached
out to me once again. I had forgotten him and all about that encounter with him,
but as soon as he reached me, all the floodgates of memories started
overflowing, and every second of the past encounter was playing in front of my
eyes. My previous experience with him had been quite incomplete, to say the
least, and had left me guilt-ridden. I had no contact with him, but he managed
to reach out to me somehow. I was astonished initially, but he was a resourceful
person and found me out easily. He offered me a very lucrative deal, ludicrous
at the same time too! He offered me a huge amount of money and wanted me to be
his travel companion on his trip to Las Vegas. It was a very substantial amount
and could have potentially solved a lot of my financial issues. I informed my
mentor about the whole offer and this sudden development. I told her that his
interest was not only the tantric session; he wanted more than that. He wanted
to be physical with me, and his motives were something that would have wronged
my profession had I agreed! My mentor’s reply confused me and also shook me. She
told me to act like I was romantically interested in him and should coax money
out of him. He was filthy rich, and he had the money. I took the advice, but I
questioned her morals after this conversation. I doubted her integrity and the
face she had been wearing in front of us. Tantra is about honesty, healing, and
love. This was quite the opposite of what she had always been preaching. I was
baffled by this, and this confusion is what spurred me on, and I took his offer.
He flew me to Las Vegas in first class, and I had never stepped foot in first
class before. The hotels we stayed at were of the highest quality and provided
the best services. I was pretending to like him, but I had to admit that I was
physically attracted to him. His power and his wealth attracted me, and the
whole BDSM factor attracted me a lot as well. He was 50 years old, and he had a
son from some other woman. I was momentarily attracted, but I could never see
myself settling down with someone like him. I was perhaps still hung up on
Conrad, the vision board guy! I went with him to hotel rooms and explored BDSM
to such heights that I understood every aspect of it. He even took me on a
helicopter ride to see the Grand Canyon, and he was being very generous. To
return his generosity, I fucked him, oh I fucked his brains out. It was a steamy
session of hardcore sex with bondage and kinky play. He taught me a lot about
BDSM, and I learned it quickly. Before long, I was like an expert, and the
pleasure was something I had never experienced before. He was a skilled love
maker, and he satisfied me every time!
It was around that time when I noticed that I started to develop some feelings
for him. This man had treated me like a queen, and I was starting to feel
indebted, or perhaps those were genuine feelings of affection; I was a bit
confused. I was enchanted by him and could almost picture myself living with him
and marrying him. There was surely a connection that was building between us. I
was still thinking about Conrad at times and Kundalini yoga at times in a small
corner of my mind! I shook my head and decided to live in the moment; I wasn’t
with Conrad, I was with him, and I decided to focus my attention and energy on
him. Conrad was something from the past, and he was my present. I enjoyed a lot
with him, but the trip had to end one day. I went back to LA, but soon after
that, he contacted me again and asked me if I was willing to visit Mexico with
him! I said yes even before his sentence had finished. He flew me in first-class
again and gave me the most lavish lifestyle I had ever imagined. He fixed up
bubble baths for me every night and treated me so well. He indulged me in BDSM
again, and by this time around, I was trained and raring to go. I enjoyed the
days traveling and the nights fucking! It was during these days that he started
talking to me about his life and his childhood. He had led a very sad early
life, and his childhood was a nightmare. He had been through a lot of traumas,
and as he was narrating this to me, he broke down in tears. I had never seen a
grown man cry before. I did not know what to do, and I tried to console him. I
was flabbergasted when it struck me. It was time for me to excel as a healer and
cure him. Destiny had brought him to me, and it was my utmost duty to cure him
and heal him. He had told me initially that he had always faced difficulty while
expressing himself, but when he was with me, he was expressing himself, and he
was letting his emotions show. It was a huge improvement! This was divine
intervention. I had a chance to heal him, and I was not going to let this chance
go. The more he talked to me and told me about his life, the more compassion I
felt for him and more and more affection for him. This was when the confusion
ended; Conrad faded in the background and was now murky. As he talked to me, I
felt love for him, I felt genuine love for him in my heart, and it warmed me to
my core. I wanted to nurture him, I wanted to love him, and I wanted to shower
him with my love to make up for the traumas he had faced in his childhood. He
had been treating me like a goddess, and I was now ready to return him the
blessings!
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COOKER’S WAR ON BOOGERS
Author: Sarah M. Forden
It’s holiday time, and oh what fun. Fall leaves have fallen, Spring has sprung,
and Summer was full of hot beachy sun. But now it’s time for Winter fun.
Winter was Timmy’s favorite time of year. Sledding, snowing, hot cocoa-ing,
children’s Christmas lists were growing! Timmy simply could not wait; it was
almost time for Winter break.
Timmy loved coming to school. His teacher Mr. Bookman was the coolest of the
cool. And Timmy also had many friends, named Sara, Peter, Clark and Fin! His
class was great, and they were extra jolly, it was only seven more days until
their holiday party.
Though the classroom was decked oh so grand, there were a group of germs who had
other plans. While Timmy and his classmates were being smarties, The Booger Gang
was ready to ruin the party.
“I’ll make them sneeze!” said Snosie Spittersplat. “It’ll help the Germy Wormys
spread this way and that.”
Mr. Coughinhog said “That will be grand! You know that kids hate to wash their
hands! A little cough here and a big cough there, the Germy Wormys will be
everywhere!”
Mucusmaximus boasted, “They’ll high-five their friends and give big hugs,
they’ll share their food, and maybe the juice from their mugs. They’ll wipe
their noses with their hands or their sleeves, pick their boogers and leave them
places you wouldn’t believe!”
The Booger Gang put their plan into action, and upon their satisfaction, before
poor Timmy and his friends could blink their eyes, the kiddos began to drop like
flies!
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AMANDA AND ALENA GO ON AN ADVENTURE
Author: Marta Kristen
Amanda and Alena are the best of friends. They do everything together: eat,
sleep, run, and play in the field.
When Alena can’t see Amanda, she calls out to her friend, and Amanda calls back.
The two friends are inseparable.
One day Amanda noticed that the barn door was left open just wide enough for
both her and Alena to sneak through. They had to be very quiet because the
farmer was fast asleep on a bale of hay.
Amanda being the curious, young, naive horse that she was, slipped past the
farmer and out the barn door, down the windy path to explore the rest of the
farm.
A wide farm stretched before her eyes; there was so much to see, so much to
hear, so much to listen to, and so much to eat.
Alena being like a mother to Amanda, could not let her go out into the world by
herself, so she decided to go after her but not before stealing a bite of hay
from where the farmer was sleeping. “A little snack for the road,” exclaimed
Alena.
Amanda was already halfway down the path when she heard the sound of hooves
coming up behind her. Alena finally caught up to Amanda and said, “We shouldn’t
be out here. If we get caught, there will be trouble.” Amanda said they wouldn’t
be gone long and that it was going to be fun. And it was fun.
Tony, the donkey, ran along the fence line, “Hey girls, where are you going?
Shouldn’t you be in the field?”
“We’re going on an adventure,” Amanda and Alena both let out a playful neigh.
Alena and Amanda saw all kinds of different things, from butterflies landing on
their noses to bumbling bees landing on all the colorful flowers. It was a
picture-perfect summer day.
They even made some new friends along the way. They met Nellie, the Border
Collie, who stopped to say a quick hello before going back to herding the sheep
into their pen in a perfect line.
Further down the farm, Penny, the barn cat, came running down the grass, “Have
you seen Jerry, the house mouse? We are playing hide and seek, and I can’t find
him anywhere.” Amanda looked around briefly but saw no sign of Jerry, “I can’t
see him anywhere.”
It was then Alena’s turn to look for Jerry. Alena being the older, wiser mare,
started to look and sniff around when she spotted the leaf pile the farmer had
just collected. She nodded her head towards the pile where Jerry’s tail stuck
out of the break in the leaves.
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A BIT TOO SWEET
Author: Jamie Davidson
However, one fine day Angelo ends up going to the mall with his mommy and daddy
for a quick shopping trip.
That day, surprisingly, the mall had a "sweet day." The mall was full of
sweet-themed characters like people in Kit-Kat, Snickers, Mars, and other
sweet-based costumes. Suddenly, Angelo got so excited after seeing the entire
mall dressed up in his favorite sweet treats. It had been over a month since he
had not had a single bar of chocolate. He got so excited and told his mommy and
daddy, "Mommy, Daddy, look! There are sweet treats everywhere!" Mommy and Daddy
got very stunned. They weren't happy at all. They wanted to leave the mall that
very instant. Daddy told Angelo, "Son, you know what the doctor told you. These
are bad for you. Let's go to GameStop nearby. I heard there are some new games
out for the PlayStation." Angelo was ignoring his mommy and daddy all this time,
but he only heard GameStop from his daddy. He then said, "Sure. Let's go to
GameStop." Just as they were about to leave the mall, he saw a big and colorful
sign that said, "Sweet Mart. This way, please!" Angelo started begging and
pleading with his parents to go to the Sweet Mart. He shouted, "Mommy, Daddy,
please let me go to the Sweet Mart!" His daddy and mommy said no, but he
insisted. He dragged them there. All this time, daddy was saying that GameStop
would close, so they should leave now. Angelo didn't care. He wanted to go to
the Sweet Mart. Once he got to the Sweet Mart, it was like a dream house for
sweet lovers. His mommy and daddy stopped him, but he started screaming. He ran
away from them inside the Sweet Mart. It was a huge supermarket size store; all
dressed up in chocolate and candies. There were tons of children there with
their own mommies and daddies. Angelo had run inside, and his mommy and daddy
went after him. They tried looking for him, but he was nowhere to be found. The
Sweet Mart was a maze. There were so many kids, and they all looked like Angelo,
so his mommy and daddy were very confused. They started shouting his name, but
Angelo didn't hear them. They decided to talk to mall security.
When Angelo was inside, he couldn't stop himself from enjoying all the sweet
treats on the walls and shelves. It was like a sweet, funhouse. There were
chocolate shakes, malt drinks, and hot cocoa. Angelo forgot what the doctor told
him and started having a lot of Candy. He forgot that he had a very bad stomach
ache the last time in school. All this while, mommy and daddy were speaking with
security officers to locate their son.
While Angelo was busy enjoying all his sweet treats, He started feeling a little
dizzy. It was the same feeling he had before. Angelo was feeling a little sick.
Suddenly, he passed out and was in dreamland. In his dreams, he could see
himself enjoying all the sweet treats and snacks. He was loving all of it, and
he could hear the doctor and his mommy and daddy, but he still enjoyed them.
While he was enjoying himself, he heard a voice from afar!
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MANNERS
Author: Andrew J Kalaven
John had to spend the weekend over his grandparent’s house. He went directly
from his school to his grandparent’s place.
After getting back home from school, John entered into his aunt Petunia’s room
and took her mobile phone without her permission.
He used his aunt’s phone for about one hour before he went to sleep on her bed
When John woke up in the evening He decided to finish his homework, but couldn’t
find his pencil box anywhere He tried to find his box for as long as he could
And found out that it was being used by his younger sister Alexis
This made John very upset and he felt uncomfortable He told Alexis that he was
worried he had forgotten the box at school because he couldn’t find it And that
she should have informed or taken permission from him before taking his pencil
box Aunt Petunia was listening to all this from a distance (Illustration: boy
explaining to the little girl, while a woman in the 30’s, a redhead, listening
to their conversation from the room) When she saw John getting upset at this,
she went to him and said, “I gave the box to Alexis so she could finish her
work”
At this, John replied that she should have asked before taking his box Aunt
Petunia sat down with John and explained to him that he is rightfully upset, and
that no one should take his belongings without asking for his permission. She
reminded John that neither can he use anyone’s personal belongings without
asking for their permission.
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A SERIAL KILLER EXPLANATION
Author: Victor Holt
“I kill her, and I will be fulfilled…But it never happens…So next woman, I will
be fulfilled. But it never happens…So, kill again, I will be fulfilled…But, it
never happens…Another girl…Another girl…Another girl…It will go on until I am
stopped simply because…I will never be fulfilled! Before the kill, I will be
fulfilled, I think I will but by history, I won't…”
- Ted Bundy (Florida State Penitentiary, couple weeks before execution)
A serial killer is typically, by law, a person who kills three or more people.
Much of the psychological profile was made from conversations with Ted Bundy.
Mental gratification is the usual motive for multiple killings. It does not
matter what the FBI's psychological motive is. What does matter is it will never
stop. The serial profile varies for different killers, but the real point is
that, no matter what reason, the killings will never stop until he is arrested
or killed.
Mick finally got a date with Melissa. He had been in contact with her for years.
They knew each other for a long time through different friends, although they
went to different high schools. It was the summer before they both went to
college. They were going to different associations, but both academic societies
were in the same city, so they were excited. Mick knew to keep the date
hush-hush; fewer people knew of any relationship, the better. He told her he
would make supper for her and they would watch some cd movies afterward, told
her over the phone to tell her parents that she was going out with friends, be
back whenever she did just that.
Mick looked out of the front window and saw Melissa’s car pull up, he thought.
"Her car…have to take care of that later." He watched her walk up to the front
door. He looked around as best he could to see anyone watching; he saw no one.
His mom went to see her sister this weekend, so she would be gone the whole
week. He quickly remembered when his mom and dad got divorced when he was a kid,
the loud arguments, dad slapping mom several times. He felt useless for not
helping mom, but at the time, he somehow felt it was not his problem. Melissa
looked very good as she walked up to the front door, with long blond hair, a
white t-shirt, and blue jeans with legs torn off. Awesome.
"Hi Missy," he opened the door for her without her knocking, got her into the
house quickly.
"Hey Mick," she came in and put her purse on the coat hangers, and took her
shoes off. "Oh, smells good."
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CAPSULE REALITY
Author: Mathew Wayne
“Yeah, I dug the buffet, just had me a French omelet and a strawberry shake, and
I still feel hungry…” David responds.
“Your stomach’s full, you idiot, your hunger ain’t,” Ray says; oh well, you got
that right, said Ray in a seductive tone, and winked at David.
David laughs and says, “not like that, you ass!” “So, what's the schedule look
like?” he asked ray.
His answer was, “well, we have the presentation at two, so we go on as usual.
There's a quality analysis case study scheduled, which we will be over with by
the time the presentation starts. Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you,
the CEO of Barbs corp. Mr. Mark Doherty!” The crowd applauded. Why wouldn’t
they? This was their boss, who they needed to suck up to or else face the
repercussions. Anyone who has worked in an office knows how it is and just how
important it is for an employee to fake it in front of their boss.
The crowd was a mix of employees. Businessmen, media, government officials, and
lawmen all made up the crowd that was in the office. No one was unnecessary, and
each person was a cog that worked the machinery of the company so that it could
achieve its goal. A crowd had come together to see what the CEO had to say to
his employees. People's faces were painted with both curiosities surrounding the
future as well as dismay at being made to listen to someone speaking so early in
the morning. Most people are ok with it, but for the ones who aren’t, this can
be nothing short of torturous.
David and Ray come quickly in between the crowd and manage to get a seat further
away from the stage. Ray wasn’t the biggest fan of listening to his CEO ramble
on about different things, so he decided to sit at the farthest possible seat in
the crowd.
“Ah, I can barely see the man from here,” said David, to which Ray responded:
“Who cares? All that food makes me sleepy anyway.” Said Ray as he hunched down
the seat.
Mark is seen coming to the stage with a big smile and his hand high above,
greeting the crowd and stepping towards the mic. He is in his late 30’s to early
’40s, white, tall, blonde slick black hair, and wore a navy blue three-piece
with a white shirt and brown shoes.
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EXTRA-TERRESTRIAL
Author: Carla Muse
It was a cold winter night. The wind was howling. I, Sally Cooper, was lying in
my bed. “What is life?” I thought to myself. I was rather sad. For reasons
beyond my control, my heart ached.
I had a difficult childhood. Among other things, I was a sensitive child. I
couldn’t share my mother with anyone... by anyone, I mean, not even my siblings.
She was on a mission to destroy my father since their breakup, and still to this
day, don’t have kind words to say, and because she blames me for everything or
says I'm not doing right leaves darkness in my heart. I love my mother, but I
think she was abused as a child since all of her children were.
I like my stepdad, but there is a lot he doesn't know. He loves my mother a lot,
and I respect him for this. However, I still didn’t like sharing mom with
anyone. This isn't because of jealousy; this is because she hates the fact that
I'm smart and pretty. And tries to control me. She is the most two-faced woman I
have ever met and has dark secrets that ever surfaced would shame her. Even this
doesn’t bother me anymore.
After all, she was my mother. A part of yearning lingered in my heart.
Undiscovered territories of love were yet to be conquered.
Not that, something which gave me enough yearning and affection helped me in
sharing my mom with other people around me, but it gave me satisfaction, and it
gave me a sense of belonging.
For a moment, that happened too abruptly... I didn’t expect the best thing in my
life to come like this. It was dark. I turned off my reading lamp and was about
to delve into the world of dreams, where everything was perfectly fine.
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KILL WITH A SHOT
Author: Suzanne Bailey
Abraham Beaumont was tired of the war in front of him, "Damn Germans," he
whispered. He felt as though WW1 would be coming to an end soon. He viewed the
bunkers, barbed wire, wounded soldiers, trenches for communication, and food for
starving men. The front he perceived, he judged, had enemies 50 yards away,
ingested their trenches. He was a French Captain, been in the Ypres Salient for
over a year, and it was towards the end of October 1918.
Edgar, a mere private but Captain Beaumont's favorite inferior, crawled up
slowly near the captain and gave him a monocular, whispered, "What do you see,
Abee?”
He used his aunt’s phone for about one hour before he went to sleep on her bed
"Not much," he whispered back, put the monocular up to his left eye, "I have
seen the tops of men's heads moving south in their bunkers. I think they are
trying to move heavy stuff, a new canon or chemicals to throw in our face."
"Those fucking bastards," replied Ed, "I would rather be shot than breathe that
crap they throw like grenades."
"They are desperate; they are losing this war and this battle. Desperate men
would do anything to turn the tide in their favor."
Ed looked at his captain, he knew he was sharp-witted and intelligent when it
came to analyzing and scanning the enemy, but his entire time, Ed never saw Abee
kill anything. He gave orders; that was pretty much it.
"Abee," said Ed. "We have some more soldiers coming in to end this war, the
general and all the upper management think these are the final days for our
enemy, we must know to ourselves and them the end will be soon, more backup will
let the Germans know that too."
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