Upon my arrival, I met with the caller, Ms. Antoinette M. Barnett. She related a short time ago, she was speaking with her ex-girlfriend Kira Jewell over the phone. While doing so, Kira’s new girlfriend, Caren Lamoureaux who was with Kira, yelled in the background that she was going to cut Antoinette’s throat for talking with Kira. Antoinette and Kira are friends, and there has never been a dating relationship between Caren and Annotate.…
Roommate.com, LLC is classified under 230 as an “information content provider” because the website made the questions, force users to answer them in order to use the website and posted them on their website. The court came to the conclusion; Immunity through section 230 of the CDA does not protect Roommate.com, LLC. The court rationalized that since Roommate, LLC required subscribers to answer questions about sex, sexual preference, and family status that makes Roommate.com responsible in part of the content for each profile page. There is no way to opt out which makes Roommate.com not protected under immunity in section 230 of CDA. Since, the…
Darl chases the patterns on the white wall with his numb fingertips. He is alone. He shivers as he lies on the cool pavement exhausted thinking to himself with a smirk scrolled across his face. And I’m the crazy one they say. Hahahahahahahaha. They are the loons that should be locked up in this sanitarium. Vardaman’s mother is a fish. Jewel’s mother is a horse. I have not a mother. Addie Bundren is was. Now in a coffin. Was in a bed. The nurse hesitantly unlocks the small room and sets a blue plastic tray on the floor. She eagerly locks the chamber and repeats the process as she walks down the hall. Darl pushes the overused tray across the floor. He does not feel hungry tonight. White wall. White wall is now. Silent white wall is was. Now screaming, closing in, suffocating, Darl thinks. “I kept. I kept is now. Dewey Dell told my secret. Told is was. Yesyesyes. Jewel’s mother is a horse. Dewey Dell will go to Hell”, Darl screams as he violently scratches the walls, tears rolling down his hot…
While lying on the grass in the front yard, I imagined the exciting night ahead. Before long, Taylor and his girlfriend, Kara, arrived and picked me up. Almost immediately, I stood up and sauntered in my Duke sweatshirt and basketball shorts over to their car. I jumped into the backseat. Immediately, I was assaulted with the strong smell of perfume that had been sprayed inside the car because it belonged to Kara. Tonight instead of driving, she decided to let Taylor drive illegally without a license. As we drove off to Erik’s house, the rendezvous for tonight’s “Goatman” adventure, we saw a police officer had just pulled a car over. As we drove by, we breathe easier and relaxed because we didn’t see any more cops on the way.…
As I languished in the classroom staring at her every move like a mannequin, far too infatuated with her, and less interested in class assignments, she would call me out for not completing them on time.…
Antigone's Room. She sits with her head bowed. Enter Creon. Creon: Antigone.…
The girl they tried to kill can hold a grudge until the day she dies and she really doesn't like it when people kill the people she fucking! Right now she wants to kill everyone involved in the man's death and you're keeping that information to yourself!" I yelled cutting off his pinky toe. Screams erupted from his throat. I continued to cut his toes off as screams scratched their way up his throat like they were just dying to get out. "Tell me all of the men Victoria Summers has contacted since August thirteenth! I want friends, family, neighbors, enemies, everyone!" I cut his big tow off with enough force to send it flying into the bushes near…
Juan presented as a very thin 6-year-old who was small for his age. He spoke very little English. He avoided eye contact with the social worker and would not speak. He fidgeted and then got up to wander around the social worker’s office. He picked up a teddy bear and brought it the social worker, crawled up into her lap and snuggled there. She rocked him gently there while she continued talking to his mother about their financial difficulties, and Juan appeared to fall asleep. She gently woke Juan and tried to put him back on the floor, and as he got down from her lap, he reached up and kissed her on the cheek. He then went back to playing with the toys in the office.…
My body is under attack. An attack I am all too familiar with. It feels as if an explosive has detonated in my head. I am disoriented and struggling to get my thoughts together. The pain is intense and crippling. I tilt my head back, and rest it on the headboard hoping for relief. I shut my eyes, and gently place my hands on my temples. As I begin to massage my temples, the invader silently enters into my thoughts and begins to taunt me, “You deserve everything you get, he whispers”. “It doesn’t matter how you try to escape me, I will be here. I will be here today, tomorrow, and for the remainder of your life”. Trying to ignore the whisper, I grab two Advil off the nearby nightstand, and wash them down with a sip of coffee. I squeeze my eyes tight, and begin to feel tears burn the back of my eyelids. My thoughts begin to become tainted with feelings of despair, hopelessness and sorrow. I open my eyes, and standing within arm’s reach of me, is my ten year old son. I choke back my tears, force myself to smile and reach out for a hug.…
In the story A Christmas Carol , my reaction changed towards Scrooge through each stave. In the first opening stave, you felt as if Scrooge was an inconsiderate, horrible man. Throughout the rest of the staves you start to feel bad for Scrooge and almost forgive him. Also his past reflects his personality in the future. This influences my reaction towards Scrooge as Dickens uses contradicting and contrasting techniques. The moral I received was; dickens is trying to convey to the reader is that you can always be forgiven for what you have done in the past.…
The summer before freshman year, Melinda was living a normal, good life. She had tons of friends, good grades, and a loving family. Then the best night of her life turned into the worst. “We were on the ground. When did that happen? “No. No I do not like this.” “In my head, my voice is as clear as a bell: NO I DON’T WANT TO!” (…And he hurts me hurts me hurts me and gets up and zips his jeans, and smiles” (135-136). This traumatic experience would forever change Melinda.…
Gisselle felt the need to keep being physically aggressive as her usual self by wanting to pillow fight. She was a girly girl, but never hesitated to act masculine when she needed to. So I had to go along with her commands because most of the time, she had the better ideas than me. Not to mention, she would tell on people who made her disappointed. At the same time, I did not care what really to do next, as long as I was not bored.…
I am very disappointed in you!” Sarah ran off and started to cry. Emma was her favorite toy and she had just got her. At breakfast the next day, the father, Ethan, and Sarah were eating when their mom came in… with Emma. Sarah’s mom put Emma right next to Sarah but wouldn't allow Sarah to touch her.The mother got up to do the dishes, the father sat and ate while working on a computer, and the kids were finishing eating. Just then, the pitcher of water was pushed over,collapsing and spilling all over the father's computer. Hearing the noise, the mother ran over and burst with…
There’s a patient going crazy in room 1000 on the second floor! You gotta go! You gotta go! and help the poor kid” I said as if I was terrified for life. They all hustled outta the room. I casually went over to the other side of desk and got a hold of the papers trying to find the name “Jane Gallagher” rushing through as quickly as possible befores the nurses come back to realize the kid was perfectly fine. “Aha! found it I knew I saw her but the hell she in here for?” I moved my finger slightly more to the left to find the room number she's in “202” in first level never forgot that damn room. I grunt, scowl, scratch the back of my head thoughtfully and just entered the damn room and there she was Jane laying on the bed staring at me vacantly with wide brown eyes. I sense she is nervous.…
As I stood there with my stomach in knots, not knowing what’s going to happen next, my wife laid screaming on the hospital bed. The sound of her heartbeat monitor beeping in the background and wires attached to her chest. “You can do this“, I told her. “Now push!” I grabbed her hand. She squeezed it until the tips of my fingers turned purple. The nurse was counting down 10, 9, 8. “Alright we need one more big push”, the doctor explained. I leaned over and…