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My hero is a man who anyone could pass on the street not knowing that they are in the presence of greatness. He has all of the qualities one would associate with a movie star hero. He is strong and powerful although he most likely wouldn't admit it. He is successful and warm and charming. He has a heart of gold and the ability to see the good in people. My hero is human and he is more likely to admit his faults than take credit for his strengths. He is a man that I have admired for a long time. When I met him I think I must have known that he was a good man, but I can't say that I can remember that far back. The thing about heroes is that the
I guess that, when you get down to it, all it is is a way of talking about love and lust, about death and pain, about all the great and small things that scare you; and all without ever having to say the words out loud.   
How else could I say it, after all?   
 
 
We've had the same song on repeat for the entire time. Roger Waters of Pink Floyd and Van Morrison, and somewhere in the background you can hear a cast of thousands singing along. On the bed is me running my hands over a body hard and slender and lithe. In the dark her skin glows moonlight-pale and her hair is a curtain of night, a swathe of shadow in
She could cry for days. She could cry baths and showers for all the homeless to wash clean with. She could cry her face into a blowfish, a cloud, a blow-up mattress, a bowl of fucking tapioca pudding. She could cry until her face is no longer distinguishable. She could cry until there is no more toilet paper in the world to blot it up and away. She could cry through the streets, loud and alarming, full-bodied and shaking. She could cry herself into a schizophrenic world where my father wipes away her tears and understands abstractly, psychically, and where she drowns him in her tears, completing the job my grandfather never finished all those
“Ah, I see.”   
“What is it?”   
“Take a look at your recent scan.”   
“It’s my heart?”  
 
“Yes.”   
“…”   
“You appear to have a severe case of  heartache.”   
“Oh…”   
“And you see that thin line right there?  Your heart seems to be on the verge of breaking.”   
“…”   
“…Ma’am?”   
“Yes?”   
“Could I offer you a room in the hospital?”  &nbs
when everybody in the US is discriminated for the actions of a stupid few, i feel ashamed and angry.   
 i want to lash out and go somewhere else for the disrespect, to show other people in other countries that i respect them, i respect their culture, and i feel ashamed to live in the US. the fact that we are judged by the actions of a few idiots in power is so horrible i want to leave and be among those who scorn the leaders of the US. but even while typing this, i can only say that our whole country is not, in all terms, bad at all. its just the leaders. only the people in power in this country are looked at, and only decisio
Michael, you're less sinful than the average person. Still, everyone has their weaknesses, and the sin you're most guilty of is  
Wrath  In this context, Wrath is defined by an inability to control your temper and the destructive expression of your anger toward others. Wrath is in overdrive when you find yourself getting angry quickly and easily, and it's difficult for you not to resort to verbal attack or physical abuse toward the object of your rage.   
Historically, Wrath is seen as the most universal and pervasive of the deadly sins, as well as the most destructive to the self and others. In a traditional religious con
Some days I think of disappearing into the abyss. There are still other days where the darkness of this place seems to comfort me. Few differences are apparent between the abyss and this place. Although I know where I am I’m quite lost in direction. Dark and damp and dreary is what I call my current home. Mostly I would describe this place quite fondly as hell. But today I simply refer to it as a place with which I lay my things. Many travels have I been on and upon each I bring something back; A story for which I tell upon occasions where it is needed.  Recently I have come back to my home without a tale to tell, for this I wa
-Tea-   
Tea is a fresh drink that is good for the soul.  There is many types of tea that is almost imaginable.  Herbal tea, white tea, black tea, red tea, yellow tea, oolong tea.  Canned tea, insant tea, compressed tea, loose tea, and tea bags.  You can get this lovely stuff from anywhere.   
Some tea is also made out of sugar.  I can't have tea at bed time.  I usually have it when I have to work hard.  Of course tea has it's uses.  I love tea more than coffee.   
Sometimes tea with milk gives me a stomach ache.  I can't drink too much of it.  I usually drink my
Ripping out apologies  Fear ensues, reliance lingers.  Enemies as allies, whisper  Now and then and now and then and   
Sincerity is the most flattering form of mockery-  Can't I find solace in the knowledge that  Nothing compares to the untouched, untarnished?  But...if this isn't it, what could they compare me to?   
Dry-swallowing  
Pills of  
Disillusionment, I falter   
I'm longing to get lost in a crowd,  To feel the world revolve without me until it is  (Almost) Too much to bear,  Feel excitement building in my chest and a want  For someone who's
Name: Riiko Yui (She gave up her last name)  Nicknames: Ri (She hates nick-names but could care less to be called Ri in a battle.)  Gender: Female  Age: 17  Species/Race: Human  Date of birth: September 14th  Birthplace: Village hidden in the Stars, But spends most of her time Where her mother was born, Village Hidden In The Sound.  IQ: 218  Martial Status: Very strong. She also is ruthless!  Love Life: Single. She a little to scared to start a relationship, for she frets they will die from her miss causes. She also frets of anyone of her friends dying.  Likes: Singing, Drawing, Dancing & figh
      Nicole, what are you doing, it's time to study. We have our history exam tomorrow! "OK, I'll be there in a second, Mike just text me i got to reply! While "Miss Popularity" is texting her new boyfriend, I "the smart on" cant even get a guy to go out with me! Nicole is always in some drama she's a cheerleader and her boy friend is the quarter-back of the football team! "Elizabeth, can you stop daydreaming and finish tutoring me? Please!" "If you would pay attention  I would! Ok, Who was America's 26th President? Can you answ-" "Wait do you hear that?" -BANG,BANG,BANG- They both stop to listen and t
2. Love   
Mom came home today and tried to explain love to me.   
Yes, you heard right.   
I mean, personally I believe love is different for everyone…but maybe I’m wrong. I’m pretty sure Mom thinks that I thought love was when people just held hands and kissed publicly, much to everyone else in the room’s discomfort and annoyance, though. Maybe she believes I’m some sort of angelic child who sits inside all day with her head in a hole.   
My suspicions were confirmed when she said it.   
Yes, she said it.   
Not even in ‘The Birds and the Bees’ wa
3. Light   
I barge into my home and at the top of my lunges announce dramatically:   
“Honnneeeeyyy~ I’m H—“   
“Rory!” Mom snaps, and gives me one of those heated stares which make me immediately shut my trap.   
“What!?” I whispered, before eyeing the frying pan that my mom was clutching. “Oh, and please tell me that’s not dinner.” I poked the frozen road kill that sat on the frying pan.   
“Yes, it’s dinner, and lower your voice, will you?” She hushed, once more giving me a death glare.   
“Why?” I mu
A warm spring breeze ruffled the leaves of a tree, sending a few of the leaves to drift along in the air, till they slowly descended to the ground.  One drifted into a small stream, slowly flouting along the current, softly knocking into small rocks that poked out of the waters surface.  
A small butterfly drifted down and landed on the leave, taking a free ride.  The leave slowly spun as the water picked up a bit, and headed for a small edge that cause the stream to leak into a large pond.  A hand came down and scooped up the leave, saving the butterfly from near death.  It flew up from the head, and spun in some cir
Two weeks...... two weeks since these nightmares began. Why can't they just go away and leave me alone. Everynight they get worse, I can't sleep, I can't eat; everywhere I look I see those eyes and hear those screams, I can't take it anymore......it's killing me every single time I hear those voices and their pain. All of the men, women and children and their cries for help.......I can't do a thing about it! No matter how hard I try!   
Why are they calling out to me?!   
I've gotten so nervous lately, jumping at even the slightest bit of noise. I'm always tense, escpecially in crowded areas (then again who isn't?). Don't
 THWAP  the stinging bark of the switch hits the boys skin. THWAP, THWAP THWAP THWAP THWAP  "don't cry, you fucking baby!" the man shouts at the seven year old. "S-s-sorry sir.." the child sniveled holding the tears inside.  THWAP  "For good measure" the man said putting the stick down. "Get to your room, and don't ever argue back again."  the boy stands up and pulls his pants up. "Y-yes sir," he snivels. He gets into his room and locks the door, he pulls out the picture of the girl he likes he nicked from someone's locker and stared at her, letting the tears drop from his eyes. There's a riggle at the door
May 2nd, 2008 17.25, Friday   
As I was walking down the street towards the bus-station, I noticed an old lady with a bag of groceries and a stick about to cross the street at a crossroads. The lights were green for her and therefore red for any vehicles on that road. The streets were almost empty, which was rather strange for the time.  
As the old lady started to cross, I heard a loud roar coming from down the road and turned to see what the source was for the sound.  
Down the road was coming a beautiful silver Mercedes convertible. The driver was between 20 and 30 years old, based on the fact that he disregarded the tr
ANTIMATTER  The most explosive substance known to mankind, when antimatter comes into an equal quantity of antimatter both are annihilated, as in, neither exists anymore. You can probably see where I’m going with this. Create an earth sized amount of antimatter, and bring the 2 together. This is likely to be difficult, and there are many ways to move objects, which shall be covered in part 3. It shall be difficult, since nothing can touch antimatter without decreasing the amount of antimatter and vanishing in a brilliant flash of light, which is another side-effect of matter and antimatter colliding. Then, just sit very far back and
To Whom It May Concern:   
I would like to bring to your attention a problem my child has been going through for the past six years. My daughter has been bullied everyday for the last 6 years ever since we have moved to this school division. Please find enclosed letters from my daughter and also a statement from one of the students in her class who witnesses this everyday. I have asked countless times for something to be done but am either put off, told she should change (when she is the one being bullied, why should she have to be the one who changes) or made to feel like the problem is trivial, being blown out of proportion. No on
1 pound of ground beef   
1 pound of ground pork  
 
(Note: for a thinker sauce, double the meat.)   
2 onions   
1 bottle of Heinz chilli sauce  
 
2 cans of tomato soup   
1 can of tomatos (28oz)   
1 can of tomato paste (14oz)   
3 cans of mushrooms   
2 tablespoons of Heinz 57 sauce   
2 tablespoons of Worcestershire sauce  
 
3 tablespoons of HP sauce   
A couple of drops of Tabasco  
 
4 garlic cloves   
Salt & pepper   
1 sweet red pepper, 1 green pepper   
4 celery branches &nb
L'autre jour, j'ai entendu un de mes amis se lamenter sur le bas débit de son ordinateur ; il était à deux doigts d'exploser. J'ai moi-même notifié un langage peu raffiné de ma part au vu de la connexion quelque peu lente dont je suis gratifiée, pasd plus tard qu'hier soir ; le tout m'amenant à reconsidérer l'égocentrisme dont est à mon sens imprégné la nature humaine.  Je n'ai jamais été une grande amie des animaux : leur passage dans ma vie m'importait aussi peu que le mien dans la leur. Je ne suis frappée que par les éclats de malheur que l'on veut bi
Chapter 6: I'm seeing someone...  I walked downstairs. Hair a mess, and half asleep. Gerard was making breakfast. "French Toast?" I asked. Gerard jumped a little. I laughed. "Uhh... yeah." He answered. The doorbell rang. I opened the door. "Hey Frankie!" I said. "Where's Gerard."  "Kitchen." I pointed back. "And your ankle?"  "My ankle's right here! See, left foot's ankle and right foot's ankle!" I wiggled my feet around. Frank laughed. Frank walked into the kitchen and stared at the french toast. "Why wasn't it called English toast, or Chinese toast, or Korean..."  "Because, One: You didn't invent it, and two: The French
I saw you today.  For what I am afraid will be the last time.  It was such a long time ago they told me you were ill, that you were dying.  Now it seems time has caught up with you and after two years of constant fighting and having to be strong, now, you're letting go.  I know it's stupid and childish but I feel that you are letting us all go too, that you don't want to be here with   us   anymore.  Like, I said, petty or what but I still want to said please, please don't forget  me  
But you're bearly conscience now, but when I stood at the foot of your bed, you recognised me, and i'm sorry but I

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