Fun Guy Monologue

Fun Guy Monologue
I will infect you huuummanns! Oh hello I am Fun–Guy I'm a Fungi I can cause many pains to your
body and also give you sickness. I like to infect places that are wet. The immune system will try to
attack me but usually fails. Suckers you can't attack me. Ha! Now its time to infect. I am going to try
and cause a unlucky person athletes foot. Now that I am giving them a rash they are going to notice
me and call a doctor for some anti–fungal meds. Boy I sure do hate that stuff. As the person who is
named John goes to the doctor I hear the doctor say" thats a pretty nasty fungus son." Yes, I the
fungus have finally made someone have "the nasties." Oh no, this is the time I should spread, Dr.
Dreadful is giving John anti–fungal medication. I have a plan. As he is thinking out loud the
unsuspected pinky toe is listening. Once Fun–Guy finishes his evil plan Pinky Toe tells the doctors
Pinky Toe that Fun–Guy's plan is to jump on Dr. Dreadful when he gives John the meds. Dr.
Dreadful has to wait for the anti–fungal meds to arrive and he sends John home. The medicine has
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Fun–Guy was inhaled and he was thrown down the esophagus. He had been inhaled into Dewey's
lungs. This was great news for Fun–Guy because he had gotten into a human. After a few days Fun–
Guy had caused serious problems to Dewey's chest. He heard Dewey shouting "dad this burn hurts
so bad and this rash is killing me." Now Fun–Guy knew that he had done his job and caused pain to
innocent humans, but he was satisfied because he had done his job. Now all he had to do was wait
for Dewey to cough and he would be inhaled again. Now that Fun–Guy's job was done he was able
to start exploring the area he was in. He saw that it was very dark and musty. He reached around his
moldy pockets and found a small flashlight. When he turned it on he saw that he was in an area of
plain pink. The area he was in was a very small and dull area inside of the left
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How To Write A Narrative Essay On The Odyssey
" Thanks, grandma!" exclaimed Haley cheerfully, " I'm looking forward to a book full of adventure
and pirates!" She skipped outside with a big smile on her face. the book wasn't really that appealing.
It had been torn and had patches of grey. It smelt like old grandmas too and was extremely dusty.
Haley didn't mind, she liked the book. Haley turned the first page of the book, it was gold like
parchment and had black ink writing. She had finiShed reading the book until she fell into a deep
sleep with her book open to the page of the Daisy Meadows.
Haley blinked twice and looked up, a smiling face stared at her. " Hello," smiled the boy, " I'm Dean
Thomas and you are?" He had red hair, a checked bow tie, long brown pants, a blue striped and he
smelt like lavender. " I found you in the Daisy Meadows, the father had always said to help ... Show
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After a while, Dean's parents were out in the woods to collect firewood and food. Dean and Haley
were home alone and were bored as there was no TV nor entertainment. She knew she had to tell
Dean the truth or she was never going to get back to her home. Before she could say anything Dean
had interrupted, " Do you want to go exploring in the woods?" Haley had never gone on and
adventure so she was really excited. "Ok!" she exclaimed. Dean ran to him's bedroom to get a small
brown, dust bag. They packed A pair of old binoculars and some wild berries. He put on his special
explorer cap and black boots. Haley thought that this could be the right time to tell Dean the truth.
They followed the rocky path to a monstrous, leafy tree and at the top, there was a rust–colored
Treehouse. " Come on the climb up!" Dean said, gesturing to the half–broken ladder. Haley climbed
the ladder very cautiously. They both climbed up and sat on two dust rosy cushions. There wasn't
much there just a mucky mat and journal it smells a bit like something was

Personal Narrative-Home
"He is doing the laundry, so we will have clean towels. I don't think he knows how to turn the
washing machine on let alone wash a load of clothes. He kept telling me to stay up here and let him
do his thing, so I did. You might want to check on him." "That I will do," Jerry said going down the
stairs to the basement calling out. "Hey, Mark, do you need some help?" "I think the washer is
broken because I can't get any water in it." Jerry placed the clothes in the washer, then h put the
detergent in and turned it on. "Come on, let's have dinner," he said, and would have laughed, but he
was too tired. "Do you think we can eat Ashley's cooking? You know she never helped Mom cook,
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"Sweetheart, it looks great, and it is delicious. Mark, try a piece," he said and handed the plate to
Mark. Pushing the plate away, Mark said, "I am afraid of that." "Come on Mark, give it a try." Jerry
suggested placing a piece of steak on the plate. After a few minutes, Mark finally said, "My friend
said you can't ruin steak if you just put it in a skillet and pour some seasoning on it." He cut a piece
of meat, putting it in his mouth he said, "Wow, not too bad." "Okay, I will clean up the kitchen and
do the dishes. You two finish your homework," Jerry said as he cleared the dishes from the table.
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The next morning Jerry called work and said he would be late because of family problems. Around
9:30, he went to see Marlene. Since he had never visited a jail, it was necessary for him to get
instructions for visiting. After standing in line for over an hour, Jerry registered at a window to see
his wife. He waited for another forty–five minutes, before they directed him to a small area with
glass windows, on one side and phones on each side of the glass along with a single stool. He sat on
the stool and waited. It was several minutes, before he saw his wife of twenty–five years enter the
room wearing a baggy orange jumpsuit. She never looked like the woman he once loved. She had
combed her hair, but she didn't style it, as was her custom. She wore no make–up and a look of
terror replaced the bright

Personal Narrative : My First Day Of High School
"Jenny come on! It's our first day of high school!" I yelled as Jenny and I walked to school "I'm
coming, Maddie, calm down. Why are you so excited?" Jenny asked. "We are getting closer to
collage, I can't wait." Jenny rolled her eyes as we walked into our first day of high school. I stepped
into the huge crowd of people all trying to find their way around the huge school. "Ok Jenny, I'll
meet you right back here for 5th period. We have that together right?" "Yep, but I don't know anyone
else in our class. I asked a bunch of people and they don't have room 313 on their schedule." said
Jenny. "That's weird, whatever, see you soon bye!" All of my classes were pretty lame and boring. I
am in a math class that was grade above me so, I had no one from my freshman class to talk to.
Period four ended and I was super excited to meet Jenny for our first detective class. "Maddie! Over
here!" Jenny yelled with excitement down the hall. "Do you know where to go? I don't see the
classroom on my map." I asked. "I asked my teacher, it's in the basement. Let's go." Said Jenny. As
we made our way down the stairs the air became heavier and there was a weird stink that became
stronger as we got closer to the basement. It was almost like we entered a whole different world.
"Um, Jenny," I asked, "Why isn't any other student down here, and do you smell that? Nasty." I
cringed. "Over There, by the door with the smoke coming out of it..." We got closer to the door.
Jenny was shaking as she placed her hand of the door knob. Jenny slowly opened the door. We
stepped into completely empty classroom. We looked at each other in confusion. Before any of us
could say anything there was bright flash and we both fell to our knees. I rubbed my eyes trying to
awaking myself. I looked around and the room that was once empty was now filled with desks and
pencils just like a normal classroom looks. I looked over to Jenny. "Jenny? Where are you? Hello? Is
anyone here?!" I exclaimed "Oh my gosh Maddie! I can't see! Where are you?" I heard Jenny
screaming. Just as Jenny finished the lights

Sucker's Becoming A Tough Kid Analysis
Have you ever hated someone so much you wish you could kill them? Well in this story a twelve
year old kid named Sucker and his cousin/brother Pete will find out. I chose the question "Do you
think that Sucker's becoming a tough kid is a good thing?". I think that it is a bad thing for a kid of
Sucker's age to act tough like that. Here are some reasons why. I think that it is a bad thing for a kid
like Sucker to act like that. Just because someone is mean to you doesn't mean you should be mean
back. Pete has always been mean to Sucker, once Pete told Sucker to jump off the roof with an
umbrella and he did it. He did it because he trusted Pete, that all changed when Pete went off on
Sucker. He was different, acted tough and glared

Short Story Norma By Sonia Sanchez
In the short story "Norma" by Sonia Sanchez describes the perspective a character named Sonia.
The character "Sonia" goes to school at George Washington High School and is a shy student. She is
a character that looks down upon herself and as an average learner. She needs help in math and has
to study in most school subjects. She also calls herself a "pipsqueak" and the people in her class she
calls "the people". In the beginning of the story Sonia is in the math class and needs help. She
receives help from a student named Norma. Norma is one of the smartest people in her class and
helps her with her situation in math. Later in the day in French Class, her favorite class, she called
out on a question in her class and Mrs. LeFevebre was startled

Humorous Wedding Speech
Hello Mami, How are you doing so far today? I sure believe you are doing very well and is the
weather friendly out there in Lekki Lagos? I am doing very well today and I am enjoying the start of
my week as it is getting good and productive and also I am applying for a work. I am taking my time
to write you a morning beautiful message from my heart to you, as I want you to know I truly love
and care about you, and I can't go a day without thinking about you and how much we both love
each other. You are so precious and wonderful to me and you are such a blessing to me. The sweet
fantasy we had today was just awesome and enjoyed my time out with Ibiso, as I felt so sweet and
more sexy. This is just going to be between us, as I hope she can

Personal Narrative: The Internet Is Mean
Phil notified all of Dan's remaining fans that they were going to be taking a well needed hiatus until
they felt that Dan was better. This hiatus lasted about a month before an idea sprouted in Dan's
mind. Dan picked up his laptop and opened up a new document and began to type up the script for
his latest video. It was labelled: The Internet is Mean. Dan was anxious to film this next video,
afraid of the negative feedback he might receive. Despite the initial point of the video, there would
always be trolls out there that felt the need to put people down, to make themselves feel good. Dan
took a deep breath and pressed record on the camera. "Hello, Internet," he began, giving a heartfelt
smile towards the camera. "Now I know that last time it got depressing on this channel. Like, ...
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"Now unfortunately, this won't be a funny shit video this week. I need to talk to you guys about
something serious. "Giving the recent events the past month, it dawned on me how many people
have been in the same position I was in, and it made me realize something. I don't EVER want
anyone to feel like that, because trust me. It's not fun, but in order for me to make sure that less
people feel like this. I'll need you, the nice part of the Internet's help," he explained, smiling at the
camera as hopefulness filled his eyes. "I'm starting this campaign called, #NicerInternet. This
campaign will insure that less people will be cyberbullied. How? You might ask? Well that's where
you come in. All you guys have to do, is if you see some getting attacked with hurtful messages on a
Facebook post, Instagram post, whatever, by nasty internet trolls, help them, by defending them or
messaging to tell that they aren't alone," Dan explained. Before Dan could continue, he heard his
door open slowly. He looked to find Phil walking over to him, plopping himself down on the bed
next to him. He snaked an arm around his waist and held him

Catcalling And Social Media
Street harassment, also know as catcalling, is an action that I hate the most. Street harassment is
unwanted sayings or gestures that are targeted toward someone in specific based on sexual
orientation or gender, and in this case, women. Catcalling can be verbal such as "compliments," like,
"hey, baby." Catcalling can be physical, like groping a part of the body, and it can also be sexual
remarks. When I see street harassment on social media, like in a picture or a video, I feel
uncomfortable, so I can't even imagine how some women feel when they have inappropriate
comments thrown at them constantly.
I think catcalling is the dumbest thing that anyone could have possibly thought of. Women don't
deserve to get harassed on the street. We want to get from point A to point B without any
interruptions, unless it's with our consent and if it's a friend whom consent was given to. If I have to
get stopped on the street for a gross man to comment on my butt or follow me, it is not going to be a
very good day. Most women I know, do not enjoy the act of being catcalled, however, research from
ILR ("Street Harassment Statistics") and Hollaback!, a non–profit organization, showed that only
3%, out of 4,900 participants in the survey under the age of 40, has found street harassment
flattering. Some people do like it, and I'm not going to shame, but I'd much rather have people that
know me and are my friends compliment me in a nice way rather than strangers comment on my
body because they

Are You Rich: A Fictional Narrative
Siri was not the average person for Porto Corsa, Italy. she was used to tall hotels and bright lights.
Not fancy stone bridges. She had no interest in wearing fancy clothes. Instead, she wore a short
sleeved t–shirt with her hair knotted and messy, wearing a disheveled look. Ever since she moved
from Las Vegas a week ago, people eerily looked at her in disgust. She would start school tomorrow
not knowing the name of the school. She was so nervous. As she gazed out of her grandparents
medium–sized house at the beautiful Italian bay, she began to cry. She did not want to start in a new
school even though she did speak Italian. She was worried.
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You will be fine. Maybe you will make new friends.
As she walked gloomily to the bus stop, she saw the so called Florence and her heart sank.
Immediately florence started whispering to her friends and siri knew what they were saying. She did
not want to know for sure what was said, but before she could asume any more flo was already
coming to her and asking "are you rich"? what, siri misunderstood? are you rich, no siri said Ii don't
think so, is your house big? florence asked kind of, siri said then don't touch me. florence said And
your cloths they are so ugly. How much were they. I think around 30 bucks or so, siri said Eeew stay
away do you know where you are poory. My name is Siri i'm not poor .you look poor to me your
hair is looks like rotten spaghetti hey wouldn't it be great if you could be looking better like us but
NO she said like a knife that sharply hit wood don't come near me. Merelda one of Fflorence's friend
and crew member said hey leave her alone she is or could be nice but florence whispered back yes
but she is poor. Siri let loose a tear and just walked away she tried her best to hide it as best she
could. Her Conscience

Short Story
Nowhere To Go But Inside
Have you ever heard the sharp pinging sound of the find my iphone alert? Well, imagine hearing that
sharp pinging sound while you're driving around at one in the morning. Oh, wait. I forgot to mention
the most important part, my parents didn't know I was out driving around with a bunch of friends at
one in the morning. Keep in mind, the only people who can ping my phone from find my iphone are,
my mom, dad, and brother. Immediately as the sound filled my ears, my heart stopped and my
stomach dropped. Was this just a nasty prank that my brother decided to play on me? Although my
mind was trying to convince myself it was, deep down in the pitch black pit of my stomach, I knew
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The sweet sound of chimes. The special ringtone I gave for my mom. I knew there was no getting
out of what I had just done, not only myself, but to my mom and dad. My hand stretched to pick up
my phone. I grabbed it, but dropped it during the process due to my nervous, shaky hand. "H–
hello?" Should I had even said hello? I heard the familiar voice of my mother. Sounding angry she
said, "Home. now." Although she was angry, I could tell she was concerned and frantic. I knew my
mom wasn't focusing more on the fact that I snuck out in the middle of the night without permission.
She was focused more on how I could have been seriously hurt, gotten in trouble with the law, or
even gotten taken.Without any orders, my friends jumped out of the car like puppies who had been
caged up all day, just waiting for the moment to be free. There was something in the air that seeped
into everyone's skin, soaked into their bones, and seized my breathe in my throat. This was about to
be an ominous night. I put both hands on the wheel, squeezing it like a kid would squeeze their
mother's hand while waiting to get a shot. My foot, as heavy as a stone, landed on the gas. Not
wanting to go home and face the misery that was about to come, I still rushed home as soon as I
possibly could. One more right turn and I would be turning down the path to my own early death. I
didn't only have one foot in the grave, I was buried up to my chin at this point.With no music
playing, a blood

Passover In Jewish Culture
Hello in this paper I will be teaching you lots of things about the Passover. The Passover is a Jewish
Holiday celebrating how God brought their forefathers out of Egypt. I will be typing about the
Jewish peoples' laws, traditions , and what their food represents. I really hope you enjoy this paper
and don't mind me stalling for a higher word count. One of the laws the Jewish people follow is
eating unleavened bread. They do this because the had to leave Egypt in a hurry and had no time to
let the bread rise. The Jewish people will also avoid eating certain grains such as wheat. Even
kitchen tools used to make these grains must be gotten rid of. If they have a pet the food that it eats
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Wait a minute did I already tell you about this. I guess I will explain to you what the food represents.
The food for the seder is put on a seder plate which is normally a expensive glass plate but it could
be a paper plate if you wanted it to. The shankbone which comes from a lamb represents the lambs
that were sacrificed when the Jews left Egypt. Some people do not like a bone just sitting there and
because of this they will use roasted beef. The roasted egg signifies the offerings to God that were
made during the time of the second temple. Maror can be any bitter herb or horseradish. Most
people however use horseradish. Maror is bitter and nasty and is suppose to remind you of how
bitter slavery was and utter bitterness of the Pharaoh. Charoset is a salde mix of honey, wine, apples,
and nuts. This symbolises the mortar which the Jewish slaves had to use to make bricks for the
Pharaoh. Karpas is a green vegetable used to symbolise the freshness of spring. some say those who
eat do so to make them feel like aristocrats. Some Jewish households use potatoes. Chazeret is
another bitter herb. Most people use romaine lettuce. Honestly why would you have two nasty foods
it is just absurd. A bowl of salt water were people dip their karpas. the salt water represents the
sweat and tears of slavery. Matzah which is the unleavened bread has a few different things that it
can represent. Last but not least it is

Einstein Dialectical Journal
He's taking so long–she notices and she wonders what's going through his mind. Ah, possibly
mocking her for being highly stupidious that Einstein's probably crying in whatever depths of
Heaven he's in. Not that she cares, but it irks her anyway since hello–she's on the floor. Pretty sure
anyone wouldn't just stare at her and not help. She figures he doesn't have that much decency.
And good grief, he's forgotten about her by taking interest with her book making her clench her
hands into a ball of fists though it doesn't last long as a wave of reasoning pass by her mind–she just
has to control her temper. She's good. She's always good. But then he spoke–stripping off anything
good about him, dipping into a conclusion that he's just a pretty

Thomas Hobbes Perfect Social Contract
Hello Professor and Fellow Classmates,
With the topic of the discussion for this week, I agree with the ideas of both the philosophy. They
have some good point of views that I think if we could combine them together, we would have a
perfect Social Contract. Hobbes created Social Contract in the 17th Century when the world was
wild and dangerous to him. People was too self–interested that they would do whatever it took to
survive. He called it "state of nature", a place where life is "solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short".
He believed that we need Social Contract and a good government to protect and guide us. His
purpose was to bring safety, freedom, and peaceful environment to the society. Therefore, he
believed we are all self– interested

Water Pollution In The Great Lakes
The Great lakes are we sure they are so great??
Hello I am Rokhaya, I am a 20 year old, qualified Marine Biologists by the University of California,
Los Angeles: Marine Biology Major. I live in Kitch–iti–kipi Michigan. Over 19 years I have studied
the Great Lakes(I started studying in 1949) I have noticed a major difference from the 1950s to
2017. Pollution in the Great Lakes is a big problem and it is very serious. Water pollution affects
health of the living organisms in the lake, and soon it can affect the health of us human too. Water
Pollution occurs when, people dump their stuff into the water, and factories dump their stuff into the
water etc. This is an example of non–point pollutionm. Firstly, it affects the organisms life because
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In the last years, invasive species have i remeber sypupchanged the Great Lakes ecosystem. These
changes have affected the economy, health, and recreation. Once invasive species entered the Great
Lakes its hard to stop them. Some examples of invasive are sea lamphrey, zebra mussles, round
goby, and alewife just to name a few. Zebra Mussles are a problem because they clog pipes, stick on
everthing and anything, eat native species food, and clean waters alowing sunlight to come in the
water thats gives power to nasty plants to grow. Asian carp are of concern because they have been
found in nearby waterways that eventually connect to the Great Lakes. Scientest began to construct
a eletric fence to prevent asain carp from getting in the Great Lakes. This Great Lakes ecosystem is
home to hundreds of thousands of plant, fish, and wildlife populations. All of these species, breed,
grow, and live on the shore, or in the Great Lakes. These places have been changed because of
humans. Forest have been cut down, pollution has been in our lake, water sheds paved and wetlands
have been

The Matchmaker Analysis
The golden age of the big–budget musical may remain lost to the annals of old Hollywood, some
may argue that classics will always be better than their reimagined counterparts, but this is hardly
the case in all circumstances. The 1969 big screen adaptation of Hello, Dolly! proves that sometimes
the original star power of a cast can be overridden decades later. The 2017 Broadway revival of
Hello Dolly! supports the idea that while people may become accustomed to hearing a song a certain
way, a new interpretation of the materials can lead to blockbuster success. Despite the glitter and
grandeur of the on–screen film adaptation's costuming and set design, the 2017 iteration of the
musical, based on Thornton Wilder's play The Matchmaker, shows that big budgets and sweeping
landscapes are not needed; opting to go with garishly bright pastels and impeccable choreography to
stir the imaginations and win the hearts of millions of theatergoers.
Starring Barbra Streisand and Walter Matthau, the 1969 film certainly attempted to bring the star
power but "hostility that developed between Walter Matthau and Barbra Streisand" (TCM) turned
into anything but a love story when presented on the big screen. Both actors shared a mutual dislike
that caused a very clear disconnect onset, where Matthau "refused to be in the same room as
Streisand unless they were filming" (TCM). In front of the camera, Mathau comes across as a crass
old businessman who cares for no one but himself, while

Summary Of The Poem Enter Without So Much As Knocking By...
In 1950's Australia, post–WWII, everyone wanted to be living the American Dream. Everyone
wanted a nice house and a large backyard, cute kids and a stay–at–home wife, a stable job and a
steady income, and all the material products in the world. In 1950's Australia, Bruce Dawe wrote
many poems. In three of his poems–Enter Without So Much as Knocking; Americanized; and
Breakthrough–he used techniques such as language, juxtaposition and metaphors to express his
views about the negative effects of consumerism, American influence and technology.
In the poem 'Enter Without So Much as Knocking', Bruce Dawe uses the language of television to
display the effect technology and advertisements had on daily Australian life in the 1950's. In the
first stanza, Dawe wrote "...first thing he heard was Bobby Dazzler on Channel 7: Hello, hello, hello
all you lucky people..." The stanza is focused on a ten–day–old baby who has been taken home and
the first thing he hears is the catch phrase of a TV personality. This tells us that in Dawe's world,
children are exposed to the news and the power of ads as young as possible, to force them into a life
of technology and big companies. In stanza three, the language becomes more demanding and
jarring. Dawe uses capitalization, repetition and short sentences to create a list of rules society is
being forced to follow. He uses road rules such as "walk. Don't walk. Turn left. No parking," and the
lack of emotion in the words highlights how he believes this is not the way to live. The fifth stanza
is written as the adult. It's a long sentence filled with the jargon of advertising and superficial
connections to family and friends, and through this language use Dawe shows us exactly what he's
afraid of.
'Americanized' is, as the title suggests, a poem about American influence. It is an extended
metaphor, where the mother in the poem is America, the child being Australia, and their relationship
which is not built on trust or love but rather need and fear. This basic human relationship has been
twisted by Dawe to show that the consumer lifestyle America brought to Australia is taking away the
Australian identity. The poem starts with "She loves him..." and although this emotive language
makes the

Civil Inattention
This chapter was an eye opener for me and very informative, but I was really interested in civil
inattention. I say this because I am sure we all experience civil inattention everywhere from just
simply walking outside, going to the movie theaters, shopping at the mall, shopping at the
supermarket, etc. I find it interesting because this is not something that we would even notice or talk
about. I know in this society, we don't regularly talk to strangers, we try to avoid eye contact as
much as possible. When people stare at you longer than what's acceptable and it doesn't take the
attention in the way it was meant to be, then anger could be a result due to misunderstanding. For
example, my nephew went to Boston for of a job opportunity and

Why I Am A Computer Program
Whilst other children my age were out playing in the sun, I was indoors tinkering with an old
desktop I put together. The refurbished systems disposed of by were like treasures to me. Every
other day I would climb into the skips to find components I could use to upgrade my system. I
remember feeling ecstatic about the fact that I had literally built the system from scratch, installed
an operating system and could browse the internet using a dial–up CD provided by AOL. Given the
lack of security software at the time, it was not long before I was confronted by a virus. The start bar
had vanished and I could not control the mouse or keyboard, and upon every reboot, a daunting logo
image would be maximized, rendering my desktop useless. I was furious but also curious as to how
a person could create such a program. It wasn 't the malicious nature of the program itself which
sparked my curiosity, more so the fact that this individual had created something that did exactly as
they wanted. I decided I would attempt to find out how one can write a program and came across
Visual Basic 6 after a few yahoo searches. After writing my first Hello World program, I managed to
maximize an image on the desktop and disabled both mouse and keyboard input. I then had the
program run at start–up, recreating the initial behaviour of the virus. This motivated me to continue
learning through trial and error and after a year had passed, I felt proficient enough to not only
answer threads on most of

What Is The Epilogue To Fodo's Hobbit
There once lived a hobbit Frodo Baggins, who lived in a beautiful hobbit hole in the Shire. Frodo
was a peaceful hobbit at the time, but not for long...
Many years ago, he helped destroy Mordor, a great and powerful realm with millions of orcs. At that
time, Frodo was a ring bearer, and fought through all of Mordor's challenges, barely making it out
alive. His journey was to travel to Mount Doom, and drop the Ring of Power into the mountain's
lava. The ring obtained immense power, and brought turmoil to all of Middle–Earth. The only way
to ensure the safety of the people, was to destroy the ring for good. Frodo was successful, and saved
all of the living things in the world.
When Frodo arrived back to the Shire, a year later, he was at peace.
Frodo had awakened one morning, and was eager to go to his living room. "Hello Frodo," Lacqua
read "Who in the devil's name are you," Frodo said as he was scolding at the mysterious elf. "Well
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Please forgive me," Thorin III said admittingly
"Thorin III it's fine, I almost killed you, but we just need to stop the rest of the Gorge," Frodo said
So all of them, even Frodo, started to fight. (So now he can fight) While they were fighting the
Gorge, a bandit came out of nowhere, and stabbed Thorin III, giving his body mager pans.
"Nooooooo!" Frodo, Snarge, and Lacqua cried, as they had to finish off the rest of the bandits.
After the second round was over, all of them quickly went over to Thorin III, hoping he would still
be alive, but he was no more. Later that year, they arrived back to the Shire, Frodo had his body
burn, and once it was completed, Thorin III was nothing but ash. So Frodo, an Lacqua had spread
his ashes through the mountains, the Ettenmoors and the Shire. Even though Thorin III was not
remembered as a hero, he was remembered as the first dwarf to ever apologise to a little hobbit
living in a hobbit

Super Mice Persuasive Essay
Say hello to Super Lice! Super Lice is nothing to take lightly. You or your child could be its next
victim! Super Lice has now found homes in nearly 25 states! Super Lice is becoming a major
problem in the USA because medications are not treating the lice. Some people say Super Lice is
still the same Lice it's always been and there's nothing to worry about, but head lice is much harder
to kill than usual. First, Super Lice has mutated into another version of Lice. This means lice is now
resisting pyrethoid or over the counter medications. Doctors noticed a change in treating Lice, this
caused research to be done. Researchers found, that head lice have developed a gene mutation that
essentially teaches them to resist common treatments (Costa, 1). Researcher Kyong Yoon says, "104
out 109 lice populations tested has had high levels of gene mutations" (Costa 11). Researchers have
also found a change in how the lice reacted to the chemical pyrethoid in the medication. Pyrethoids
products were first introduced into the market in the early 1990s. Easy to use, they become many
families preferred first–line defense. Before, pyrethoids had no problem getting rid of the itchy bugs
in your hair. But much has changed since then. This causes many to wonder, if lice have mutated, is
it really just your everyday lice? Next, Super lice has become a problem in the USA because treating
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When people cannot get rid of their lice or think they have gotten rid of their lice, this causes the
spread of lice to their friends and co–workers. Super Lice was first reported in Israel in the 1990s.
Due to the way our society is today, it is very likely that someone visiting may have brought Lice
that is somewhat "super" across seas to the USA. Because of this we must be careful who are getting
close

I Am A Hello Kitty
Enjoying a fan's club is a unique experience, where you realize that you 're not the only one who has
those bizarre hobbies, tastes, and preferences towards certain things. Thus, I will tell you that there
is always more than one person who loves the same idea and defends with unreasonable tenacity and
passionate beliefs their opinions and their likes. As far as I 'm concerned, I am a Hello Kitty fan. It
sounds silly and childish, but at least I know I'm not the only one with this excessive and tenacious
passion of collecting and explore out there what is coming out regarding my Hello Kitty obsession.
In the social networks, there are tons of Hello Kitty groups of users created by its own fans from all
across the world. Within each group, users can join, add pictures of hello kitty places that they have
visited, comment and enjoying by looking other people posts.
Hello Kitty is everywhere and it can be from a pen to something that you never thought Hello Kitty
will be. Even though I moved away from California, where Hello Kitty convention events take place
and where there are hundreds of Hello Kitty stores, I still remember the excitement of walking into a
Hello Kitty stores. Looking at every Hello Kitty item, spending my entire shopping day in the same
store and ending up with no money. Those hello kitty stores are heaven for me, full of Hello Kitty
fans; kids and adults enjoying their passion for Hello Kitty together. No one is too old for Hello
Kitty on this days. On

Birdsong: A Narrative Fiction
He woke to birdsong for a few blissful moments he thought that maybe he is in paradise or maybe
he has died and gone to heaven, the thought both delighted and terrified him. But then the events of
the night before came rushing back to him and death seemed like a delightful prospect over the day's
reality. Lying in his neighbour, Neha's lawn, he remembered last night's party and all the punch that
he had drunk and all the bets and stupid games and, Oh God! the girls he can't even remember how
many girls he had kissed. Normally, he never hooked up with more than one girl during a party but
last night was different, it was a night of firsts.
On his way home, he saw a big ruckus in Neha's house and the thought of a party on a Friday night
seemed like a really good idea and after the trying day that he had in office with his boss shouting
the whole day, he just couldn't wait to get changed and start partying. Knowing that Neha wouldn't
mind even if he arrived uninvited, ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
She also offered him some drink that was pretty nasty but did a really nice job of getting him
halfway drunk and well after that there was no stopping him after that. Completely forgetting about
Neha, he began grinding and twerking with the girl and in no time they were making out and then
somebody was pulling that girl away from him and punching him saying to "get his tongue out of
my girlfriend throat". Now he understood why his jaw hurt so badly!
After that he couldn't remember who broke that fight but the next thing he remembered is playing
strip poker and giving up when he was sitting in just his underwear, he should have remembered that
he was terrible at poker. Then a girl was feeling his junk inside his underwear and he was
whispering in her ear that she would have to let him return the favour and so much more. He never
knew that he was so good at talking dirty to

Waking Up At School Is Super Hard
Waking up in the morning for school was super hard. I am definitely not a morning person. I layed
in bed for 30 minutes with Daisy every morning before getting up. I took her down stairs every
morning, put her outside, and fed her the dog food. If she was lucky she might of got some of my
food. She was an old dog, so she did not move around very much. All day long she would sleep with
my other dog Mathis until I got home from school. One day when I got home for school she did not
get up. She just sat there with her eyes closed asleep. When I put the nasty smelling food in her loud
bowl, she usually ran. This time she just stared at me with a sad face. I went to pet her and felt a
nasty bump on her head. I just figured Mathis and her ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
The lady asked what are we were here for and my dad replied, "We are here to put are dog Daisy
down, and send her off to a better less painful world." " Oh I am sorry; we will take you to your
room." We got back to the room and gave her some last minute hugs and goodbyes. The veterinarian
walked in and put her to sleep. It was the most painful things I have ever been put through. Daisy
was the greatest dog anyone could ever have. She made me happy when I was sad, kept me fighting
through tough moments, and more. Walking out of the office was close to impossible. Tears running
down everyone's face. A couple days later Mathis, our other dog, was very depressed. He had also
lost his best friend. There was no more playing, wrestling, and cuddling. Because Mathis was so
depressed, we decided to get a new dog. We searched for a new bull dog online, and my sister
spotted one she liked. He had neat cow spot like fur with a rolled up tail that looked like a cinnamon
roll. We all agreed that we had to get him. We set out on the 3 hour journey to Ohio that next
morning. The place looked like an old vintage farm building. The smell was beautiful. it had that
sense of smell you would inhale in a rose garden. I could spot the roaming dogs in the green grass at
the back of the house. The lady approached us with a warm welcome. She showed us around the
property, and there he was. The big fat bulldog we all loved. The name Mac came straight to my
head as soon as I saw

Personal Narrative-Some Advice To A Band
Hello Mrs. Vera, I was wondering if you could give me some advice on how to deal with being so
nervous about presenting tonight. Usually, I have a rubber band on my wrist to play with and flick,
but I can not find one anywhere and the last time I used the flicking of a rubber band to distract me
from the anxious feeling, I made a pretty nasty red mark on my wrist. I just wanted to know if you
had any advice on what I could do to distract myself while presenting or to prepare myself. Back
story: Growing up I always had that thought in my mind that someone was coming to get me. I
could never be left alone when I got to that age, I could babysit, but that gave me the excuse of what
that strange noise was that I heard. I still can not stay home

Essay About Monsters
As soon as he stepped through that portal and through the other side, he could hear the crystal clear
sounds of the birds in the trees. The Warblers and the Flycatchers. The Longspurs and the Grouse.
Each identified by their own specific kind of cry. Arma looked upwards towards the tall and
surroundings trees that spanned as far as skyscrapers and the blue sky beyond, straight down to the
forest below. Normally it would have been a place for him to wander and explore, to take pleasure in
but he knew he wasn't here to sight–see. Not to mention this place was no daydream. The further he
walked forward, the more that fact would become apparent as the sickening stench of blood hit his
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Mog moved to swing the club down and towards the ground in order to splat and spear the lion all at
once, but Arma dodged quickly, jumping to the side as he went tumbling in order to get away from
him fast.
He had just enough time to swing to the left as that club came down again, rustling up dirt and grass
in the process. Moving to dig his hands straight into the dirt, Arma sent a good amount of it at the
troll's eyes, using the time he used to scratch it out to get back to his feet and closer to an open area
where he could deal with him. Mog roared, unhappy that not only was his food running away from
him, but that his food was challenging him as well. As soon as Mog started to lug his giant rear
forward, gaining speed the more room he had to run, Arma turned and ran, moving to run himself up
along one of the tree trunks like it were a simple wall to jump, reaching for a tree branch.
Leaping straight to it, he put those acrobatic skills to work as he swung himself around and around
again, gaining speed and distance as he used the branch like a gymnast would a bar, giving him
enough room to sail overhead the giant mass of black fur and pure rage. He timed it just right and
given those lion reflexes, the strength, he let go at the precise moment to sail overhead just as that
club came swinging in his direction, taking out yet another tree in the process as Arma moved his
body into a full twist overhead, only

Malcolm Gladwell Plagiarism
Malcolm Gladwell wrote "Sometheing Borrowed: Should a charge of plagiarism ruin your life" in
"What the Dog Saw: And other Adventures." Gladwell's main point in his story is that plagiarism is
unfair and dishonest. He then goes on to discuss the many facets of plagiarism; like melodies in
songs and picnic tables. Gladwell wants people who are interested in the arts and humanities to read
this because he pulls pieces of music, art and literature to use as examples since plagiarism is a key
component in these areas. This is because people change up others work and make it into their own
for the world to develop and grow. Malcolm Gladwell explains that when an idea goes public,
people are allowed to copy it and make others work into "a grander cause." Overall I think Gladwell
was trying to focus on why ideas are plagiarized and their reasoning behind it, rather than just
focusing on the fact that it was plagiarized. Gladwell starts off by introducing a psychiatrist by the
name of Dorothy
Lewis whose work and life had been amalgamated in a Broadway play called
"Frozen." Lewis's friends had continuously nagged her to go see the play, after a short few months
she received a phone call from the theatre production of "frozen" asking her if she would do a talk–
back after the play. Before she accepted to do it she asked if she could read the script. After reading
it she realized that Bryon Lavery not only took her work but "violated" her as well. At the time
Lavery

Analysis Of The Book ' Backstory With Devin '
Other narrative devices that I used in my script are backstory with Devin, in which Elroy reminds
him of what his life has become. I used foreshadowing in dialogue referencing hell at different
points referring to the ending which is meant to be the beginning of the end of times and hell on
earth. I used some–what of a cliffhanger at the end as it is implied what is going to happen in which
Marcellus and the three humanoid creatures are heading towards the town hall to kill everyone, but
we don't really see it leaving it up to the viewer's imagination. I also used plot twists, especially in
the climax as unexpectedly Devin kills himself, and the Priestess then possesses his body. I would
say the use of these narrative devices in my script are quite effective because although I only used a
few devices in the plot, I feel that if I had put a lot of different narrative devices, my plot wouldn't
be the same or have the same impact as it does now. I don't think I could have told my story
differently in that it's an idea I've kept to myself for the last couple years and this is the first platform
for me to show this idea that has resonated with me. I do believe though that I could of told my story
more effectively in that some the actions are a bit short in which I think some cases might move the
plot faster than it should. I would say that my script without a doubt is a horror script. There are
many conventions from horror films that are used in my script, but not enough to make

A Short Story : The Story Of The Story?
"Well, Dickie," with a manly frown, "you've got an appointment today." "Yeah I know father,"
replied Dickie "Now Dickie you are going to do fine, okay?" "Okay,"
I did not really understand why his father was taking the situation so seriously, Mr. Jordan rose from
the breakfast table, "Dickie we should start heading out now."
Mom and I stood up as well. What kind of test is this? Will I pass? What happens if I don't pass?
Why do I have to take this test? Dickie thought while getting into his father's car. As they were
arriving Dickie began to see the Government Educational Building, and get nervous. "Okay we're
here, guys," said Mr. Jordan with a really frightened voice, "Are you scared at all Dickie?"
"No not really, because I don't understand how this test is going to work father,"
"Well Dickie all they are going to have you go into a room and answer some questions,"
As I got out of the car, and began to walk to the big front doors of the building he noticed a ton of
other kids that looked pretty serious.
"Why does everyone look so serious father?"
"Because this is a really important test Dickie,"
"Oh.. okay, father"
I started to walk slower when his father said it was an important test, he started to get really nervous.
I don't want to do this test anymore, it's way too creepy, I thought. When Dicie entered through the
big doors, he saw a desk and a lady that seemed really nice. "Oh hello guys, are you guys here for
the examination?" "Yes this here is my son

Johnny: A Short Story
As I'm running down the hallway, these nasty tears running down my face, all I can think about is
Johnny. The only thing I loved, dead. He can't be dead... No, Johnny is alive. He's in the lot smokin'
a weed. What am I thinkin'? I watched him die... right there in front of me with my own eyes. I
watched the pillow sink as he finished off his last words. I screamed as I busted through the front
doors of the hospital. I collapsed on the ground, ignoring all the stares I got. "Jesus, Johnny... why
did you have to go into that stupid church?" I mumbled a few curses as I stood up and walked away,
wiping away the tears from my eyes. I slipped my hands into my pockets as I walked down the
street. I have no idea where I'm going. It's like my feet have a mind of ... Show more content on
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Why am I doing this? No turnin' back now. This is for Johnny. I'm going to get Johnny. I always get
what I want, I'm Dallas Winston. I watched the lady. She slowly stepped back. "Five." She started to
cry. I smirked. "Four." She slowly walked forward towards the register. Yes, keep goin' honey.
"Three" I put my hand on the trigger, just to give her a scare. She ran and started opening the
register. I let out an evil laugh. "Two more seconds, darlin'" She let out a sob as she handed me the
cash. "Ah, there ya go!" I said as I grabbed it and belted out the door. Not even a minute later I heard
the too familiar sirens. I groaned as I jumped over a pile of waste and ran through an alley, waiting,
hiding, just so I could get to the phone booth. I finally felt as if they were gone, and I ran towards
the booth, slowly opening the door, slippin' a coin into the slot. I dialed Darry as fast as I could.
"Hello?" I let out a huff "Darry, I–I just robbed the grocery store, I need y'all to hide me. The fuzz
are after me." "Dang it Dally! Go to the lot, we'll meet you

The Role Of Katherna In Taming Of The Shrew
The play "Taming of the Shrew" starts with introducing many characters at once. Katherina is the
'shrew' pertaining to the title. She is the eldest daughter of Baptista Minola and well known to be a
very shrew women which leads him to decide to prevent Bianca, his other younger and arguably
better daughter, from marrying until Katherina does so, which then leads us to the plot of the story.
Suitors are introduced to both of the sisters, though Katherina only has one, who goes by the name
Petruchio. Petruchio is shown to be cruel and lies about Katherina's consent to the marriage, as well
as telling the audience of his goals to 'tame' Katherina.
In the "Taming of the Shrew," Petruchio tames Katherina by starving her, contradicting her, and
depriving her of sleep. One example from the text on Petruchio tames Katherina is by starving her in
Act 4: " 'Tis burnt, and so is all the meat. What dogs are these? Where is the rascal cook? How durst
you, villains, bring it from the dresser and serve it thus me that love it not? There, take it you,
trenchers, cups ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
Petruchio's techniques are not plausible because not only is depriving someone of sleep and food in
order to get them to obey your every word (hello human rights??)are wrong, but his techniques also
trouble other people too,some examples being his servants and the haberdasher. Although
Petruchio's techniques most likely would work even in this decade (though how long would it last is
the question) because physical/mental abuse between a spouse (or anyone) is disappointingly a high
number and most likely modern day Petruchios do use the same techniques in order to get what they
want and modern day Katherina (whether or not they 'need' taming) probably feel trapped in the
marriage to do anything which results in the same results that Petruchio got with

How Does The Hatchet Change Throughout The Novel
Goodbye cheesy cheeseburgers, salty french fries, creamy, smooth milkshakes, and cold, refreshing
soda; hello stinky, uncooked fish, small, nasty raw eggs, and wild, bitter berries. Brian must learn to
survive in the Canadian wilderness, and the the nature around him can end his life if he is not
careful. Brian runs into many animals and his character dramatically changes throughout the novel,
which changes his view on life and his situation. In the beginning of the story, Brian is a whiner and
near the middle and end of the story, Brian changes and starts to realize that he is part of nature and
he adapts to his surroundings!
In the beginning of the story, Brian is given a Hatchet and put on a Cessna 406 Bush plane. He
grudgingly gets on. He is on his way to visit his dad since his parents had a divorce. While on the
plane the pilot has a heart attack and the plane crashes in the canadian wilderness. All Brian does is
complain, and whine. On page 40, in the 3rd paragraph, it says "Luck, he thought. I have luck, I had
good luck there. But he knew that was wrong. ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
On page 105 it says, " I am not the same, he thought. I see, I hear differently. He did not know when
the change started, but it was there" This is important because he made a connection with his mind
and body. He learned how to act on the sound, sight, or feelings of nature. Another example of this
is in chapter 15. Throughout chapter 15 it explains Brian experiencing a tornado. This puts Brian to
the real test to see if he can survive. Brian thinks fast but knows that everything he worked for is
gone. He started to build a new shelter and get more food. In this situation Brian knows how to act
because he is so used to nature and how it all works differently. The is different from the beginning
of the book when all Brian did was complain about the difficulty of his

Joining A Fan 's Club
Joining a fan's club is an amazing experience, where you realize that you 're not the only one with
bizarre hobbies, tastes, and preferences towards certain topics. Thus, I will tell you that there is
always more than one person who is amateurs of the same idea and defends with unreasonable
tenacity and passionate beliefs their opinions and their likes. As far as I 'm concerned, I am a Hello
Kitty fan. It sounds silly and childish, but at least I know I'm not the only one. Having an excessive
and tenacious passion for collecting and exploring out there what is coming out regarding my Hello
Kitty obsession. In the social networks, there are tons of Hello Kitty groups of users created by its
own fans from all across the world. Within each group, users can join, add pictures of hello kitty
places that fans have visited, and post amiable comments and enjoy looking other people posts.
Making Hello Kitty extremely popular and gregarious animated character in the world. Is totally
astounding how Hello Kitty is everywhere and it can be shown in a simple pen into something that
you never thought Hello Kitty will be. Even though I moved away from California, where Hello
Kitty convention events take place and where there are hundreds of Hello Kitty stores, I still
remember the excitement of walking into a Hello Kitty store. Looking at every Hello Kitty item,
spending my entire shopping day in the same store and ending up with an empty wallet, but of
course with a big smile. Those

Adam Yauch Research Paper
Adam Yauch (or his stage name, MCA) was the bassist and one of the three members of the Beastie
Boys, alongside Adam Horovitz (Ad–Rock) and Michael Diamond (Mike D). MCA was born on
August 5th, 1964 in Manhattan, where he continued to live throughout most of his life. Yauch was
raised in a non–religious environment by his parents Noel and Frances Yauch, but grew up to
become a Buddhist. Adam Yauch taught himself bass in high school and started the Beastie Boys as
a punk rock band with Mike Diamond and former members John Berry on Guitar, and Kate
Schellenbach on drums. The group later on became the rap group known today with Ad–Rock on
guitar. The band released their first album, Licensed to Ill, on November 11, 1986 with hit songs
such as "Brass Monkey" and "Fight for Your Right". The album became the first rap album to reach
Number One, and sold over 9 million copies in the U.S.. Following Licensed to Ill, the Beastie Boys
released Paul's Boutique in 1989, which was critically considered to be a masterpiece, being
compared to Pet Sounds and Dark Side of the Moon. They released three albums in the nineties
(Check Your Head, Ill Communication, and Hello Nasty) and a few EPs. In the 2000's, the band
released To the 5 Boroughs, The Mix Up, and their ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
He founded an independent film company called Oscilloscope Laboratories, distributor of over 120
films since 2002. Yauch himself directed two movies, and most of the Beastie Boys' music videos.
He was also a human rights activist, and helped with the Tibetan Independence movement by
organizing the Tibetan Freedom Concert and creating the Milarepa Fund. Although the Beastie
Boys' earlier music had lyrics considered to be homophobic or sexist, they later publicly apologized
and made later songs in support of feminism and LGBT rights. Yauch also stood against
Islamophobia by using his MTV award acceptance speech to make a public statement about

Black People Interview Report
Me: Hello, Mrs.Baker–Smith, umm I'm here to interview you about being some of the first black
people to live on a street called Albanus street, in the Olney neighborhood. Is that okay?
Mom: Yup
Me: Alright, first question is, how did you feel being one of the only blacks on your street?
Mom: Well, initially when I moved on the block I was only 6 years old... maybe 7. I didn't really
feel any type of way because as a child, or human being, some things are learned and experienced. I
had never really been around a lot of white people, so it wasn't really taught to me that white people
didn't necessarily like black people. Simply because they were black. I mean I knew a little bit about
slavery but I was still extremely naive to life, and life experiences, ... Show more content on
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And I didn't always know the struggles my family went through, but initially moving there... I was a
kid! I was excited about moving into a bigger house, with a bigger bedroom. And not be in a
apartment anymore.
Me: Okay so I'll challenge you, and ask you how old were you when you really started realizing
these things, and really started seeing that people were being mean. As you had said.
Mom: Umm, probably it was about 6 or 7. Not too long after we moved there, my first indication of
the differences in how they treat you is there was, I had a Catholic school background I had been in
Catholic school pretty much all my life at the time, and I was going into the third grade, and my
mother wanted me to go to the Catholic school that was at the corner of the block. It was
convenient, I could walk, and I would be safe. It was literally at the corner of the block. And, my
mother called, and my mother's married name is Burrell. Which is like a Italian name which is
misleading to some people, she called the school and she told them "Hello my name is Mrs.Burrell,
I have a daughter I need to enroll her in school. We just moved on the block". And they said "Oh
that's wonderful, we have room, we have tons of space open", I was

Identity Negotiation Theory Paper
Identity negotiation theory is a theory that suggests that people are constantly negotiating who they
are to other people that they talk to, if even only subconsciously. Identity negotiation refers to the
process through which perceivers and targets come to agreements regarding their identities Swann
(2014). This essay analyzes self–identity theory, based on the facts that the theory suggests,
particularly how people negotiate their feelings, respect for each other, and in many ways even their
interests and disinterests, then I will critique the theory in question. First, this essay will discuss how
people negotiate their feelings on a daily basis based off the theory in question. When one says hello
or a similar greeting to someone else the speaker is asking (if even somewhat subconsciously) how
the other person is feeling. Usually the other person will communicate back their feelings, which is
answered in a pretty simplistic manner. If the person that answers the greeting says that they are
doing well, then that means that they are in a good mood and are interested in driving the
communication further; if that same person says that they are doing bad then that means that they're
not feeling well today, but are still interested in furthering the conversation; and if a person doesn't
answer the question at all, then that means that that person is probably not ... Show more content on
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There's also a good amount of research that goes into respecting one another. When wanting to earn
someone's respect, one must ask the questions of what does this person want me to wear, how the
questioner should talk to this person, how formal should the negotiation be. It is something Humans
do subconsciously and consciously to further goals and

Getting A Fan 's Club
Enjoying a fan's club is an amazing experience, where you realize that you 're not the only one with
those bizarre hobbies, tastes, and preferences towards certain topics. Thus, I will tell you that there
is always more than one person who is amateurs of the same idea and defends with unreasonable
tenacity and passionate beliefs their opinions and their likes. As far as I 'm concerned, I am a Hello
Kitty fan. It sounds silly and childish, but at least I know I'm not the only one with this excessive
and tenacious passion of collecting and explore out there what is coming out regarding my Hello
Kitty obsession. In the social networks, there are tons of Hello Kitty groups of users created by its
own fans from all across the world. Within each group, users can join, add pictures of hello kitty
places that they have visited, and post amiable comments and enjoy looking other people posts.
Making Hello Kitty extremely popular and gregarious animated character in the world. Is totally,
starling how Hello Kitty is everywhere and it can be from a pen to something that you never thought
Hello Kitty will be. Beforehand, I tell you that I'm a Hello Kitty fan. Even though I moved away
from California, where Hello Kitty convention events take place and where there are hundreds of
Hello Kitty stores, I still remember the excitement of walking into a Hello Kitty stores. Looking at
every Hello Kitty item, spending my entire shopping day in the same store and ending up with no
money. Those

The Story Of A Short Story
"No, but he seemed to just sit and stare at me for near on my entire shift. I was going to point him
out to you but he just disappeared." She said and suddenly started to get an uneasy feeling. "Ulyana,
do you get the feeling we are being watched?" Ulyana looked around, the shook her head. "No, I
think it might be paranoia from talking about the old guy." Looking around herself she replied
"Maybe. I hope so. It's just I have this real crawly feeling. I have never had a feeling like this one
before." That night Aalia was in the middle of another pleasant dream, with Ulyana as the main
attraction, of course, then all of a sudden she was bumped out of that dream and into another. She
was standing in what appeared to be a pure white, sealed box, except she couldn't reach the side
walls, no matter how hard she tried. "Hello, is there anyone there?" She cried out. The silence was
the only response received. "Why on earth am I here?" she mumbled to herself, feeling rather
dismayed. "Why can't I go back to the good dream, instead of being stuck in this white solitary
confinement." All of a sudden an actual wall appeared with a door. Before she could register what
was going on, the door slowly opened and in stepped the creepy, old man from the restaurant.
"Great, I got pushed from a good dream into one with a creepy guy." She muttered. "Just what any
girl would want." "Hello Aalia, I'm really sorry to approach you this way, but you seemed a bit
threatened when I last saw

Roaring Zombies: A Narrative Fiction
'RAAAAAAA! RARA! POW! POW! Guns shoot off the vicious roaring Zombies.
"Here get in the barn." Josh yelled!
"Shut the doors." Zack said.
Bam! The barn doors slammed shut. Bang! Bang! The Zombies Hitting and scratching on the wood
around them. Then complete silence.
"What happened what are they doing?" Emmett Asked.
I don't... Josh was interrupted by a terrible scream from outside the barn. "Heeeelp!" A man's voice
cried out. They could hear the Zombies tearing away at the man's flesh as his screaming slowly
faded.
"Git in the hayloft." Josh said quietly.
They all walked as quietly walked up the old worn out creaky stairs. Errr! The stairs creeked.
"Be quieter Emmitt." Zack said.
"Sorry I can't help it,these stairs are like 200 years old." ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
It was a very quiet trip.They were so happy that they didn't have any words to say. All their was
were dieing crops dead grass and a blue sky.
"Ut oh!" Josh said.
"Ut oh what?" Emmett asked.
"The gas tank is empty,and it's getting dark. well it's a good thing we broke down a few feet away
from a store." Josh said.
Then what are we waiting for let's get in the shop and stay the night in their."Zack said.
So the got out of the bus then right behind the bus was a horde of Zombies.
"Run!" Emmett yelled!
So they started running for the store the Zombies right behind them.Bam! Bam! Bam! Firing rounds
of bullets into the Zombies. Then finally they got into the shop. They locked all the doors. Clash!
The Zombies breaking through the windows.
"Their are too many to shoot off!" Josh yelled!
Then Josh had an idea.
"Emmitt, Zack you two run to the military base through the back while I distract them!" Josh yelled!
"But you."Emmett tried to say.
"Don't ask questions just go!" Josh said.
The base is close you can see it through that window it's close now run and don't stop running!" Josh
yelled!
So Zack and Emmitt quickly unlocked the backdoor, then bolted for the base not looking back now
jest feet away from the base. All the Zombies attention on Josh. Then they were at the doors of the

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