Several minutes ago, a rather shabby bearded man came running into my living room. I do not know how he found access to the house or even what caused him to come running into my living room in the first place. He seemed frantic wearing a bathrobe, holding in one hand a towel, in the other, a book that had in large cheerful font the words: Don’t Panic. He claimed to be Arthur Dent a man from England trying to warn Earth about the coming Vogon attack. Normally I would not be enthused about some random man entering private property to alert me of Earth’s annihilation. In this case though I was strangely fascinated by what he had to tell me. I offered to make some tea and to listen to his story. I asked him first what a Vogon was. He replied with “Vogons are aliens that are slug-like. They are the most unpleasant race in the entire galaxy.” . Just trying to visualize his description made me shudder. He continued “They aren’t evil, just bad tempered, bureaucratic, officious and callous. They compose the third worst poetry in the universe.”. Then the thought struck me, ‘Why would vogons destroy Earth?’. Although I did not mutter this out loud Arthur must have assumed I would ask him this. He replied “The Vogons want to destroy Earth, in order to facilitate an intergalactic highway construction …show more content…
Why would some entity want to destroy a planet just because it was “in the way”? One could argue by saying that progress can only be achieved by change. Then again I am not the one who is the one. I was just a little upset. Just a little. I asked Arthur what the human race should do? He sighed and responded reluctantly “Well you only have until tomorrow, perhaps call up your grandmother and tell her you love her? Maybe invest in the stocks? I hear they spiked 20 minutes before Earth’s demolition. Basically, whatever you want.”. I was shocked. I didn’t have much time left
This quotation opens your eyes, I know of no one who wants to destroy the earth either. The majority of man kind doesn’t think too much about what is happening to the earth due to their actions. When most of us drive a car or spray deodorant we don’t think of the consequences. It is the responsibility of those who create problems to help fix them and prevent them from happening again. In society today it i...
I. Intro. - Imagine you are sitting home one night with nothing to do. Your parents have gone away for the weekend and there is absolutely no one around. So you sit around that night watching TV for awhile but find nothing on worth watching. You go on upstairs to your room and get ready for bed. Turn off the lights, lay down, and close your eyes. All of a sudden you here a crash of glass in your kitchen. You rush to your feet and put your ear to the door listening to what’s going on downstairs. You begin to hear the voice of two men as they start going through the living room, making their way to the stairs, right outside your room. What do you do? You aren’t going to confront them since its just you—remember you thought you heard two of them right? Well you are really stuck in your room and all you can do is sit there hoping that they leave soon and don’t harm you. Now if it were at my house things would be a little bit different. For starters I would get out my shotgun from my closet and begin to see what is gin on down stairs.
Into The Lush Forest The sun had just kissed the hill, giving warm color to the sky, but I was feeling cold. The excitement in my heart was slowly losing its fire. We were lost and I felt alone, lost in the crowd of trees. A cold crowd perhaps. As the three of us walked slowly through the dense forest, our steps made loud noises - crushing the fallen leaves, and the broken twigs.
Humans can not be the only thing that is hurting the Earth. When you really think about it, Earth goes through a lot of natural disasters, which cannot be controlled. According to an activist, Tim Haering, “Tsunamis, floods, volcanoes, earthquakes, tornadoes, wildfires, disease nature kills more than we kill each other.” Earth throws in all of these natural ...
I am writing this letter to tell you that I am no longer a burden to the people of the world. I have found the perfect compromise that would suit us all. Eight years ago, I killed my father after hearing the voices of my dead mother, who died when I was only ten. These voices would constantly keep telling me to punish my father, hurt him, just like he hurt her. I remember the feeling of being conflicted about whether or not I should listen, in the beginning. I mean he was my father, the only family I had left. l used to argue with myself everyday. My father was an alcoholic and abusive but no one believed me. He would beat me every day. Yet no one cared. Instead of listening to me, they called me insane and so here I am, desperate for my freedom. For so long I have had to endure living in the Penetanguishene Mental Health Centre and I have had enough.
I didn’t know what happened, but worse, I didn’t know what was happening. The sounds of footsteps neared my body, but I was too hurt to react.
One day, there was a man, walking through the woods to get back home. The man had quite a way to go to get back home but, it was getting late, and all he had was a flashlight, a small knife, and a video recorder. The man was hearing weirder and weirder noises as he was walking, he was also starting to see weird shapes in the distance, almost as if it was a tall thin man looking at him with tentacle like things coming out of his back, and spreading in the air.
The King's Roar In an enormous castle of the great kingdom of Ecli, a well dressed man with scarlet hair runs vigorously through the dusky halls. Through the halls he went, and to a huge dark library. The doors closed behind him immediately as he came in with a loud noise like dragon stomps. He summons a sword in his hand and loudly shouts, “Shall we talk in face to face?”
The Scape I awoke to the blue sky and the sun gleaming at me like its saying to get up. I get up with a headache and with torn shirt and torn pants and driftwood around the sea. I feel the grains of sand on my wrinkled toes from the water. I don’t remember anything and I’m on an island with a big spot with tropical fauna and a big mountain that is as big as the Ural mountain range and what seems to be a little island near it with sharks swimming, waiting for its next victim. I’m vulnerable and useless on this island
I woke up to the smell of burnt bacon. I quickly jumped up from my bed, threw on my robe and ran down the stairs. I turned the corner, into the kitchen to face a frustrating look upon my fathers face. "Are you okay?
I notice something out of place at the end of the hallway. The light bulb was on. I can’t imagine why. The room has been empty for the entirety of my career. My curiosity burns bright as I peer closer at the door. I can’t help but feel drawn to it. I notice a sign underneath the light. ‘Patient 71. High Concern’. Surely I would’ve been notified of this patient. The lights flicker as I am eclipsed in maddening silence. I peer through the slit in the door, to be greeted by a young man sitting stiffly on the edge of his mattress, staring directly at me. I jump back in horror. How could he know I was there? I breathe heavily, feeling my heart beat through my ears.
This shows that some of the things that we have done like burning coal have created large carbon emissions that are incredibly harmful to our Earth. This is a serious problem that we as a race procrastinate and are reaching the point where we are facing some consequences. The reason we continue to burn coal is that it is the cheapest form of energy. We don’t care what it is doing to our Earth. All that matters to the people that make these decisions is that it is the cheapest.
The Creature That Opened My Eyes Sympathy, anger, hate, and empathy, these are just a few of the emotions that came over me while getting to know and trying to understand the creature created by victor frankenstein in Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. For the first time I became completely enthralled in a novel and learned to appreciate literature not only for the great stories they tell but also for the affect it could have on someones life as cliché as that might sound, if that weren’t enough it also gave me a greater appreciation and understanding of the idiom “never judge a book by its cover.” As a pimply faced, insecure, loner, and at most times self absorbed sophomore in high school I was never one to put anytime or focus when it came time
Hey You Lowlife Mortal On Earth Which Slackers And Diligently, Without Exception In My Eyes You Guys Are Worthless. Because Of You Guys The Earth Almost Destroyed, Many Life Forms That Are Supposed To Live Peacefully But They Perished By What You Guys Do.