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Dear New Year's Self, You are a writer – always have been, always will be. Stop your constant procrastination and show you're serious about your dream. Finish a novel. Heck, go for more than one. Finish one and edit while writing a sequel, or another novel. Find some way to make it happen. College is not extreme enough to cause your procrastination, nor is your part-time job. You've got a novel to write and a year to do it. Make it happen. You know those sweets you keep grabbing for when you're bored (read: when you could be writing)? Yeah, those. Replace them with some fruit and use the time to write. Not only will it help you lose t

Silence. She sat in complete silence. Outside the dull, grey walls of her twelfth-story apartment, the world moved endlessly, noisily. But to her, there was silence. Complete silence. A ceiling fan rotated slowly above her; a fly lay dead on the window sill beside her; the festering corpse of a mouse lay putridly on the carpet in the corner of the hot, humid room across from her. Yet, she sat in silence. The window was home to a single potted plant; a small green sapling growing hesitantly out into the ever-putrid air of the apartment. It's dish had long-since cracked in the heat, and rot where the water leaks through had slowly begun t

Dad, I'm visually impaired, not ten.

In grades 4 – 6 I was teased about my body weight and interests. I was a "nerd" with no glasses, an only-child and loner with a fortunate domestic life at home, and the only best friend of mine moved away the summer before grade 4. Those times seem so silly now in retrospect, the way those girls verbally bullied me seems so simple and something considered typical of a childhood experience. It's kind of numbing to think of how all kinds of bullying for youth in society is such an issue, but always pitiful to see or hear about it, something regarded as some "phase" in life.  It's kind of relieving to say it's all in the past. That it hasn'

"Alexa! Get yourself down here right now!" I flinched at the shrill scream, and cringed internally as I wondered what I had done wrong this time. Pleasing Marissa was never an easy task, as she expected nothing less than perfect and often found fault with the smallest things. Everytime I messed up her orders, she would either chew me out or set really 'unique' punishments for me. Like polishing the roof, for example. Or bathing the cat(never an easy task). Once she'd caught me taking some computer paper for drawings and made me sit in a corner and eat the whole pile instead, which had taken me hours. It's hard to pretend that a pile of pulpy

A group of kids decide to stage a production of selected nursery rhymes.  But money, and talent, is scarce....... Characters NARRATOR:  male or female; announces and reads the nursery rhymes. QUEEN OF HEARTS:  female; also plays SERVANT.  She appears to be in charge of opening and closing the curtain as well. KNAVE OF HEARTS:  male; having fun being in a play, but unfamiliar with how his own nursery rhyme ends. KING OF HEARTS:  male; may be a little crazy.  He does not seem to understand that this is "just a play." DIRECTOR:  male or female; "directs" the other charac

A Legend of Zelda fanfic "Princess," I said. "Look at me." But she keeps her face turned, her eyes locked on heaven. Heaven is a blue sky above a garden, encircled in a horizon of stone parapets and gray towers. For a while, I humor her. I look at the sky too. I think how beyond it, the goddesses are watching us, their faces grim, their eyes full of waiting. Seven years from now, they will weep for this kingdom. Seven years from now, I will awaken on a marble-cold floor, with a sword in my hand and my body stretched out like rubber. A body I do not recognize. A body that is misshapen. And a priest will say to me, "Hero, a monster has plunde

Natalie & Jodi Bestfriends 4 Ever It was chilly just like that day, several years before. It had been so long ago, but as much as we both wanted to forget, that event was more than just vandalism. That event was a statement that was supposed to keep our lives intertwined for as long as we both lived. "Jodi…," You said as you took a seat next to me on the bench. I remembered how you were ever so careful not to cover the evidence of our past. It made me wonder if those words still held relevance in our lives. "I'm glad you could make it," I said, trying to sound as enthused as I could. But in truth, I didn't want to be there as much a

I'm a pirate I plunda/ this remarkable tundra I put a gun ta ya head/ and I tear it asunda Puttin you unda/ gonna strike you like thunda I'm watchin' you blunda/ and subsequently wonda Your old job as a runna/ reconsider it dunda Untouchable plasma Unknown miasma Oh no it's a stabba/ and he's got a dagga Take em out with my blasta/ wasn't much of a hazzard Say I'm a bast-ard Say "You won't last-nerd" The shit that I done-heard That's all in the past-sir Hip-Hop's a princess/ record labels kid-napped-her Of this game I'm a master/ or maybe a pastor It's like bein' raptured/ not short of stature My lyrics they capture/ fake rapp

Dark and Ace took a table by a window through which the Earth's curvature could be seen beneath them, away from most of the drunken noise of the party.  Suspended in the darkness over the planet was another orbital station much like this one.  The Officers' Training and Enlisted Men's Training Stations were identical in appearance and separated by only a small distance.  They knew the enlisted men would be having their own graduation party over there, could almost hear the grunts' ecstatic cries of "get busy living or get busy dying" - something of a motto among the navy's enlisted - through the near-perfect vacu

Like the star crossed lovers of Verona They lay isolated in hollow cells, With tiny holes to allow sunshine Into their dark danky hells. After a lifetime of separation, Imprisonment in solitude, Embraced the two lovebirds, Seasoning my wife's bland food.

Kapitel 1: Fiona Sie wachte auf und sah auf die Uhr. Die Ziffern ihres Weckers leuchteten ihr rot entgegen. Sie war noch nicht richtig wach, daher dauerte es einen Augenblick, bis sie realisierte, dass es schon viel zu spät war. Mit einem Sprung verließ sie ihr Bett, griff eilig nach ihrer Kleidung und zog sie an. "Scheiße, Scheiße, Scheiße!", fluchte sie dabei unentwegt, rannte ins Bad und bürstete sich notdürftig die dunklen Haare. Danach rannte sie zurück in ihr Zimmer und nachdem sie ihre Schultasche vom Stuhl geholt hatte, rannte sie die Treppe hinunter. Zeit für Frühstück war nicht

Capitalism and Imperialism The main purpose of this article is to summarise the current thinking in the West about capitalism and capitalist imperialism. Inter alia, the nature of the state-market relationship and some popular misconceptions about globalisation are also looked into briefly. Capitalism Both the proponents and opponents of capitalism tend to treat capitalism as a rigid concept. That capitalism follows a given set of rules, that there is a definite demarcation between public and private sectors are the main assumptions behind this 'stable' concept. Capitalism is better seen as a fluid and evolving concept though. It has chang