“Kanye died‚ unfortunately. Then Carl feels determined to find out what happened to him and begin his adventure into the most strangest of places around the world. But‚ you know‚ when you aim to create a viral clip...”‚ explained Jack. “Rather a short movie”‚ James added. “Yeah well‚ either way‚ when you do this kind of thing you are basically forced to add some plot twists to gather attention. I presume many of you predicted Kanye to be the main character in this‚ don’t you?” he continued whilst
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sounds like. Here i am writing in this diary‚ letting all my emotions and expressions out‚ it was the only thing i ever told my story to. I cut every night‚ my blood gushes out like a tap all over my clothes. I feel so depressed‚ rejected‚ betrayed i just wish my life was over‚ and tonight i will end it‚ im going to sleep and never wake up. Im going to write my story and i wish god will forgive me.. It was a friday night‚ usually on friday nights all family members would have to stay home‚ thats
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It disappeared in an instant. What use to be five years of best friendship‚ was now shattered… It all started on December 14th‚ which was Bethsabees sixteenth birthday. Auburn was a year younger than she was‚ although consistently acted as if she was 21 and living in the great: Beverly Hills. She was jealous… and decided to through Bee a birthday party‚ hoping that being the best friend at a birthday party means she would get tons of attention. She had planned this for years‚ soon realizing that
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Lady of Letters’ in 1987. It is a dramatic monologue from the ’Talking heads’ collection and was written for Patricia Routledge. This satirical tragic-comedy is about a middle aged woman called Irene Ruddock who writes letters of criticism and the short period in her life when her letter writing is most malicious and trouble making. She is judgemental and likes to look down on people‚ as if she is better than everyone‚ when really she isn’t. Her mixed up life leads us away from the irony near the
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Rain. An unusual occurrence for San Diego‚ somewhat of a “glitch in the system.” The weather may have been warm‚ but the sky told a different story. It spoke with a dreary‚ gray tone‚ swallowing up the sunshine that regularly enlightened the sky each day. The rain pelting to the ground was more foreign than the absence of the sun. I had never encountered rain during my past commutes‚ so this weather brought with it‚ an important learning experience. The heavens opened up and poured out its tears
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When reflecting on the day and then writing this story‚ I discovered that although we were together as a family for the entire day‚ at the same time‚ we were separated by an invisible wall created by technology that took us away from being in the moment with each other. This was the exact message my dad was trying to get across in his hour-long lecture. I won’t give the exact play by play of his entire lecture‚ but it started out as him telling me how “bratty” and selfish I had been toward the family
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The muskrat sold cologne from door to door. He had a vague sense of hope for the day his black briefcase of bottles would cease to rattle and leak. He walked from door to door‚ street to street‚ home to home. The skunk flicked him a pity scent. The chipmunk despised “such worldly vanities.” One whiff—the ancient frog croaked on the spot. The cat preferred perfume. The muskrat was hard-pressed to move his pungent inventory. He felt helpless and lonely‚ he felt frivolous. Not to mention‚ he could never
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where I was. When she finally stop talking to catch her breath I told her I was coming home. I went down the slide and walked towards my car. As I drove home I passed by the same bridge and remembered about being in conflict with my emotion doing that short time. But just like before I forgot all about it once I passed under it. When I finally walked inside the house which was greeted by yelling from my mother‚ I had an
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Here’s a story of woe within the royal family of our beloved Thebes. Our story begins when a battle breaks out or more like a war between brothers‚ who fought to be the king of Thebes. The war consisted of bloodshed in which sent many people to Hades‚ the god of the dead and the king of the underworld. Among the battling men was the god who bends and breaks the battle-line‚ Ares the god of war. But the war ended and Oedipus’ children’s uncle Creon became king. Later on when the sisters‚ Antigone
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crying. The elder lady whom looked to be fresh out of church with her big floppy hat on and off-white skirt and blouse. She set in a chair across from my mom sobbing like she’d lost her child. I knew cause her cries were of a broken mother. A young girl whom could’ve been maybe twelve or thirteen was fanning the older lady with one of those paper fans from church. It had a picture of praying hands with a rosary and a scripture on top. The man that was standing next to her rubbing her back‚ tried helping
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