The Ending and the Beginning
November 25, 2012. That day, or should I say night that changed everything. My best friend/sister of six years decided she no longer wanted to be friends with me. She looked me in the eye and said, “It’s just not the same.”
Babies by Design
Ronald M Green has presented this book well. He has produced helpful and interesting introduction to ethical issues that surround the use of genetic technologies. Some of these issues are; should athletes be allowed to use gene doping and modify there genes so the have an advantage against other players. Should people be allowed to modify their children’s gene so they are tailored in such a way to make them superior? These are just a few of the many issues that are brought up consistently through out the book.
Since Eric was gone I decided to take the time to study my bible. I started where I left off in the book of Genesis. I was really taking the time to absorb the bible. I was trying to get a deeper meaning than what I was taught in Sunday school at the Christian church. Apparently, there was something else going on in the bible, especially since these Hebrew Israelite people were claiming they are the people in the bible. I was trying to find the part that I missed, that would connect these people to the bible.
The Devil’s Lettuce
It’s 4:18 in the afternoon.
Heather Ford is walking to Forbes Field with a pre-rolled joint, ready to “hit 4:20” – the stoner witching hour. She sits at the top of the dusty bleachers with her back to the Cathedral of Learning, joint in one hand and lighter in the other.
Gabriel merely nodded in confirmation at Jesse's question, his towering intimidation coming to an abrupt end as he pulled up the chair across from the other man and sat down, though his posture was stiff and uncomfortable. At first glance, it might have seemed as if it were caused by annoyance, and Gabe decided to tell himself that, because maybe it would do something to quell the guilt clawing its way inside of him. Gabriel Reyes would never do this. He would have protected Jesse with everything he had, he would have encouraged him to follow his every whim. And somewhere, deep down, he was still there - But *Reaper*, the reknowned terrorist, wasn't quite as forgiving. Part of him, the part he had pushed down for years, begged that shred of
Zero awoke to find himself standing, it was not something he was familiar with and he searched his memory for any recollection of it happening before. Quickly he discovered that large parts of his memory were missing, gone were the seemingly endless data bases of information. Quickly he sent out feelers trying for a connection of some sort but he drew a blank. It seemed that where ever he was now, had limited connection capacity. Instead he used his visual feed to survey his surrounding, it appeared he was in some kind of desert of discarded parts.
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
Look around my brethren, for countless generations these plains have been shared between all, man and animal. But now a looming danger comes near. Another race, once few and weak, now can overpower us easily. They have minds like us too till the soil, but are plagued by their possessions. They claim this Earth of ours for themselves and for their own purposes, they allow the rich to enjoy special luxuries that the common people cannot. They take the money which the common depend on to support those ruling. We cannot assimilate into their nation. Their nation is one which is filled with strife and deceptive rulers. Only 12 years ago they promised we could keep this land. But now they overrun our hills and plains once more. My brothers, shall we allow them to take more of our home? No! We shall fight until they let us be.
She almost floated across the empty, box-like room. A cold shiver
relentlessly weaved its way down Emma’s spine as she ran her bony hand
down the bleak wall. The fireplace glared at her – its mouth opened
wide. The unfamiliar surroundings struck her as if forcing themselves
against her weak body –engulfing her. A soft breeze seething its way
into the room from the uneven cracks underneath the door meant that
the desolate room of openness had become filled with the sigh of the
One of the most unique creatures are fish. As I am sitting here in my room, my fish are swimming about with not a care in the world. I wonder what it would feel like to be a fish.