Black Holes: A Fictional Narrative

Mr. Van Dann: (to Kraler) Just a little- discussion over the advisability of selling this coat. As I have often reminded Mrs. Van Dann, it’s very selfish of her to keep when people outside are in such desperate need of clothing. (He gives the coat to Meip.) So if you will please to sell it for us? It should fetch a good price.

Logan has been fairly distant since the incident with Spencer. He kept saying that they should give up -- that there’s no use in finding the last one if Spencer has decided against joining them.

Dan wondered why his mother didn’t shrink down and perch on his shoulder already, like the annoying bird she was. She chirped his name, then followed with three sharp pecks against the door. Dan ignored her and took the last sip of his coffee. Beads of sweat rested on his forehead, and he pulled on the chain to lower the brightness of his desk lamp. His eyes had become red, and the dark circles and designer bags under his brown eyes were ever present. Simply put, on any given day, Daniel Malik was a zombie.

I couldn’t tell where he was going with this, but also knew he was going to segway into an offer. He held out a pack of cigarettes to me with one lone cigarette poking out, “You smoke, kid?” I had picked up the bad habit during the war. I mean, it was the 40’s, who the hell didn’t smoke? I politely nodded and took a cigarette that he immediately lit for me.

He smiled at you, “Yep. It’s fine, though. What do you say we go look for some dinner?”

After over a month of recovery Rachel was ready to be sold again. They dressed her up in a blouse, a black skirt and heels. She was drugged, blindfolded, and loaded into a van. She woke up sometime later. She couldn’t see where she was, the windows were tinted. Finally the van stopped. The person sitting next to her took off her blindfold. The large bodyguard began to unbuckle his seat. Another large man opened the car door and pulled her out. The walked to the front door, the men on either side of her. The house towered in front of her. Walking up the steps to the large front door Rachel trembled with fear. She was so scared. She needed to be her best this time. She couldn’t get sent back again. The agency said that they never gave third chances and rarely second ones. They had told her that she was

As Sam opened his eyes, he was taken aback. Cobwebs draped down from the ceiling to the ground. There was no lighting; the only trace of light was from the dusty window. The smell was what really surprised him. It smelled so good in here! He expected a place like this to be smelly, but instead it smelled like lavender and honey. He spied a plate that had some rice and vegetables, and a small bowl of curry. A cup of tea finished of the dazzling array of food. “Finally you’ve woken up,” a chiming voice startled Sam’s inspection. To his surprise, he saw a monkey. He was carrying a banana leaf with a container of something green. “You sure where lucky. Surviving a moose in rage is quite uncommon. You’re pretty uncommon yourself, with a birthmark on your forehead shaped like a star and a really quick reviving body. My name’s Looloo, and I’m the one who carried you home. You

One of the most controversial topics involving the NCAA and college sports is the issue of student athlete compensation. Proponents of paying college athletes say that the student athletes who participate in basketball and football bring in large revenues for their universities, the NCAA, and the networks broadcasting games. Student athletes should not be compensated because most universities do not gain revenue from college athletics, they are being educated, not exploited, and athletes are treated like campus royalty and have far more perks than everyone else. First of all, student-athletes should not be paid because not all universities make a profit from college athletics.

They kept leading us into rooms and such. We tried to stop but I guess we couldn't because first, we were sick, and second there were guns pinching our temple. The air surrounding us smelled like melon instead of contaminated, dirty air, but as it got sweeter, the dizzier we became, which had made us sick and weak. It felt like we were going to faint in seconds but we couldn't bare laying on the ground with the rotten human being in front of us. If we fell, we lost. When we got to this narrow corridor, we were smelling poison instead of anything. Pulling up the gas mask, A and N were undercover leaving us with suffocation and feeling of unfairness. It was totally unfair. What have we done to her? Did we really do something that bad to deserve this? We kept walking to this old basement room that smelled like mildew and as we turned around, goosebumps aroused my arms. We were standing in front of a wall filled with Ali’s picture. Apparently, this was OUr death plan when we died. And when we did, the police-everyone is going to think that we were hallucinating, loving, worshiping A. a trick that is easily fallen into. And I was going to give

“It went that way!” I hear them yell as i run down the cold metal hallway. The air suddenly becomes thick and humid as I escape through what seems to be an emergency exit door. I keep running, fearing the inevitable fate that will come to me. I look back at the government run nightmare and pray that my family base gets my distress call.

From the moment we are born, there are certain values that are taught and instilled in us by our families and friends to become moral individuals. The concept of morality deals with the different decisions we make every single day of our lives, and the kind impact they may have on someone. With regard to this concept, Concussion and Margin Call are two movies that exemplify characters that undergo extreme pressure to make moral decisions and judgements.

Black holes should probably not be called black holes. In fact, black holes are anything but empty space. Black holes are a great amount of matter packed and squeezed into a very small area. The result of this amount of matter squeezed into a small area results in a gravitational field so strong that nothing, not even light, can escape.

Nice post. I agree that virtue ethics goes beyond ethical codes. Virtue ethics represent the moral values and beliefs of a person. When a person constantly does good acts and does not look for recognition, they represent a person with virtue ethics. They see others before they see themselves. They practice the principle of doing good that benefits the society. A person who has virtue ethics has ideal character traits and avoids bringing harm to others. Professionals in the psychology and counseling should definitely have virtue ethics. Clients and patients are trusting professionals with their personal issues and looking for help. There are a few clients at my job who have expressed they would like to have out former psychiatrist

Scuttling innocently through the twisting corridors I bore the same expression; head down, shoulders hunched, avoiding any eye contact - my desperate attempts to deter the despot for one day at least. Despite my efforts, there was no escape, as seemingly within the second of having that naively optimistic thought, a cruel, callous voice demanded I surrender my broach. Fear spiked, as it always did, but with it came something else, an alien emotion ... Looking back now, I see that it must have been the cumulative effect of months of torment that brought me to the realisation that at this point I had reached the nadir of my life. Deriding cackles pierced my ears and this time I recognised the emotion, fury. It burned through my veins, along with the memories of the past to form a feeling of overwhelming power. I met the daggers that would usually invoke terror, and calmly, I said “No.”

Terrified I jumped behind a tree hoping it wouldn't notice. It didn't even glance my way as it raced ahead, it appeared to be chasing a black and white rabbit that was ahead of me. As it passed by me I let out a sigh of relief "he didn't see me." I think to myself with a hint of gratitude in my voice. I look down and see a beaten up brown leather wallet under my foot. "what's that doing out here in the middle of nowhere?" I ask myself. Just as I bent down to pick up the wallet my pocket lets out a shriek. "What the hell was that?!" I ask myself as my pocket lets out another ear splitting shriek. I reach into my pocket only to reveal my phone shrieking in unison with an incoming call. I look down at the caller ID and it shows an unknown caller, I answer it hoping it's someone who can help me figure out where I am. "Hello?" I say hopeful, "Hello" says the voice on the other end of the phone, his voice is slightly unnerving but I decide to shake it off, until I heard his next words "I heard you found my wallet, return it to me and I will explain to you what happened to you last night." "You were there?" I asked scared but with excitement in my voice nonetheless. "Yes I was, but you would not remember me for I was unimportant to the night's events Sam Knight." "How do you know my name?" I ask suddenly wary of our words. "Like I said before I was there just unimportant and unnoticed, bring me my wallet to the mountain straight ahead I will give you two days time to get here and return it or a great misfortune will befall you." His voice was deep and dark when he said these last words "and remember Sam Knight don’t open the wallet do you understand?" "Yes" I said very timid, just then my phone died and I was alone in the dark once more only this time I had to find the owner of this