Petie: A Fictional Narrative

Scottie was a young good boy who grew up in a bad world. He was always playing with i]his sister because that's the only family he has. Every time he had to go out of his house there would always have a negative vibe to it. Once he had to go get groceries and their were gang violence and shootings. After that he never wanted to go back outside, not even to check the mail. One day he went to the attic to find something, but all he found was this hole in the wall with a swing that goes down.

Participants instantly joined him and the crowd. Although, the participants who were sitting on the benches did not join the rest of the other participants.

Yo, remember back on the boogie when cats used to harmonize like Yo, my men and my women Don't forget about the dean, sirat al-mustaqim Yo, it's about a thing If ya feel real good wave your hands in the air And lick two shots in the atmosphere! It's been three weeks since you were looking for your friend

crowd would think differently if they saw. That is exactly what happened, they erupted and a riot broke out.

so he went to the back of the store to get it, and I was going to stop him but he was already running back there,I didn’t think any harm could come from it. I will never forgive myself.

Theta forced his body to hurry, despite Fivey's objections. After a few scrambled steps, the duo made it to the exit. The Edwardian man stepped forward and pushed open the large door. The sunlight almost stung their eyes, it was so bright. The building hardly had any light, so they had sort of forgotten what it was like to be in actual light.

One day four friends named Goldie the, Lucy the, Lilly the, and Honey the went on an adventure. They went to find the wand that had been hidden for thousands of years. They set out for their adventure, without telling anyone. They knew everyone would be mad, but they didn’t care. They just wanted to find the wand.

Monte whispered something to Nami, and they started talking about some stuff I didn't really understand. "Emily Dickinson is annoying. I'll pick up 'I'm Nobody! Who are You?' just for him, since, well, he's a nobody and a frog. He can sympathize with this poem like the cry-typing loser he is." Monte said, as he extended his hand out to me. "Lastly, I get what you mean. I think we can agree we're each other's wing-man now. I wish you the best of luck with Lindsey," he finished.

Sienna spent a thousand years being tortured for her angel powers by an evil Nephilim. When Sienna is finally freed, she is so weak she wishes only for death.

This chapter, written by Harvard musicologist Daniel Heartz, analyzes how the different roles in The Magic Flute can be showcased as a dichotomic simplification. Heartz’s arguments that Tamino and Pamina are co-equal personalities that are united despite being very different because one has what the other lacks. Furthermore, the breakdown of the musical changes looks at how the music reflects the values, such as silence between the singing to portray the positive aspects of maintaining silence for Tamino. He argues the music reflects the noble humanity of Tamino. Moreover, for Heartz Pamina appears as a perseverant and hopeful image. Heartz’s examination depicts how the characters are meant to be simplified so that with their union the peace

"I mean it, Laney; it can't go on." Robert let the cigarette smoke escape with each word and ending with a final, dramatic exhale before snuffing it out in his coffee cup.

A smile swept across her face when she heard Dory order a root beer, it was a bit of a relief to know she wasn’t the only one in the club that didn’t drink alcohol. She didn’t come to the club to drown her sorrow with beer, she came because it seemed like such a wonderful. Sure it was full of people who drank, and did many numbers of things but she could see past that. When others just saw people who wanted to escape reality she saw people who just wanted to have a good time. Though it would appear that there was only a handful of people who didn’t drink, or did drugs here.

In bleak, she sat by my gate, I know not from when, but completely soaked to the bone. The torrent merged with waves of fog sweeping as the fury of the wind hustled. Poor Lassie sat shivering, looking haggard and howled as thunder rolled. My sliding gate, though strong to withstand the tempest, pitied not this dog – a stranger, but not one to me. As strengthened the surging cyclone, I walked down the cold steps for a cup of coffee, when her cry reached me. Through the curtains did I see her quivering, unable to neither fight the storm nor conceal hunger.

I decided to end this month of Full Moon Entertainment films with one that I actually liked. But let it be known, what I get out of a B-horror flick like this and what I get out of something along the lines of We Are What We Are or The Battery is two very different beasts. For me Petrified is equal parts good times and sheer bafflement. Mostly my confusion came from just how quickly Petrified is ready to just throw out sub-plots... something I'll go more into later. What drew me to Petrified is the same thing that I'm sure drew others to this film and that's Charles Band isn't doing puppets. While I enjoy the puppet stuff and it's a big part of Full Moon's shtick, I'm just a little burned out on puppets at the moment.

Cally lives in the neighborhood by the elementary school and has since she was a baby. Every school day she walks two of her siblings - Augustus and Elena - to the elementary and then walks four blocks to the high school. Her parents have offered to lend her the car, but she refuses as she enjoys walking.