Red Wire Monologue

The morning was foggy and I could see the front of my school through my window. It was a nice sight to see. I walked into the kitchen to make myself a bowl of cereal and there she was with her head down on the table. I could tell that she arrived a couple of hours ago because the tears hadn’t dried from her cheeks yet. I got myself ready gave her a kiss on her forehead and headed off to school. I had walked into class eager to see what my teacher Mrs. Padron had in store for today. Every single day there was something new to learn and there’s something about that infinite nature of learning that really appealed to me as a child. I cherished those 7 hours I spent in class the most I could and I dreaded the mere thought of having to go home where I would have to face the

I kept writing. It was hard, but I could get everything off of my chest. I could explain to people what had happened to me. I could tell my English teacher. It was a little hard, but I didn’t cry. I couldn’t cry. Greasers didn’t cry.

Forty years is a long time, long enough to deprive a person of any connection to the real world. I mean those cars, machines, children crying… I just couldn’t get used to them. Sometime I feel I’m standing in the eye of hurricane, the noises whipping around me like a gale. It’s a terrible thing to live in fear. All I’m doing is just lying here, smoking, unable to sleep. I look up and see old Brooks’s world from the beam, he gave up. That makes me more scared. He couldn’t cope with the real world, so he decided to release himself totally. Well, I guess I have become institutionalized like Brooks as, I can’t feel

I peeped my head out out from the cloth like a curious meerkat, then scooted out from under the table. I grinned inward and glanced at my laced up boots. If I was in heels I would not have been able to do that.

“There, we can see your beautiful face again,” she says, depositing the washcloth into the murky water, and extracts the bandages and tape from the medical kit. “It's not bleeding, but knowing you, you'll figure a way to open it up again.” She grins.

The ELN operates as a paramilitary force with many different tactics, techniques, and procedures (TTP’s), like that of other guerilla forces. One primary offense tactic for the ELN is to employ improvised explosive devices. In the past the ELN has used the explosive devices to bomb oil pipelines as a show of force (Insight Crime, n.d.).

Through The Looking Glass Disclaimer: No, silly, I never have nor will I ever own The Outsiders. S.E. Hinton owns The Outsiders. *sighs* :( I simply borrow them for my own creative enjoyment purposes.

“That’s what it felt like this morning, because it’s their territory now, it’s Tom and Anna’s and Scott and Megan’s. I’m the outsider, I don’t belong here, and yet everything is so familiar to me” (65). I selected this quote because it indicates Rachel’s feeling of isolation from what she was once a part of. “I’m not beautiful, and I can’t have kids, so what does that make me? Worthless” (79).

Great, no one said she couldn't but her being traumatized still makes no sense if she's not traumatized by all the other shit.

During the war in Iraq roadside bombs were common, to help the war effort, what is now known as the Persistent Surveillance System, came up with a solution called Project Angel Fire to figure out where these bombs were coming from and how to prevent them. Thirty eight students worked on Project Angel Fire, in this project cameras

Lush red and orange leaves touched by morning dew fill the limbs of an old Oak tree, rustling as the wind slowly made her way by, teasing the edges of the leaves and tempting them to come with her. The weaker ones went, not realizing their fate, twirling in her presence, following as far as they could manage in the air, encased in feelings of happiness and freedom. Soon, however, the wind died down; causing the leaves to drop and crumble onto the ground. They couldn't express their feelings of remorse so they crumbled in on themselves, shutting out the wind. She came back at times, and some fell for it, the ones that hadn't learned their lesson, they followed her again. Each that did, were ripped to pieces. The tree, in the end, had been robbed.

IEDs, also known, as improvised explosive devices are homemade bombs; “that are intended for destructive use in nonmilitary applications” (281). IEDs can be delivered in many forms, it is up to the imagination of the perpetrator on how the IEDs will be delivered, which can be by car, trucks, motorcycles, bicycle, and many other forms. In this case, the plan of the international terrorist organization of planting IEDs to bomb a building is similar to the one that took place in Oklahoma City, back in 1995. The Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building bombing was a big tragedy, it resulted in 168 deaths, more than 800 injuries, and it even destroyed building around the area. Every building in Oklahoma rocked, but it destroyed and damaged buildings

The Defense Threat Reduction Agency (DTRA) is a multifaceted organization, providing expertise to America and our allies in order to reduce the potential threat of weapons of mass destruction. This organization was developed to mitigate the potential threat, providing reach-back capabilities, eliminate, and reduce the usage of any chemical, biological, radiological, nuclear and high yield explosives. We will discuss the creation of the organization, the Joint Improvised Threat Defeat Organization (JIDO), and the DTRA reach back capabilities.

Paula topless with brightly colored tits is quite a sight, her nipples hard and standing straight out and egg coloring dripping down her chest to her shorts.

Then they went away for the weekend, mom and dad, and things got bad, real bad. I thought things were bad before, but that weekend was hell. My parents arrived home to flashing blue and red lights and me crying on the doorstep; all cuts and bruises and torn clothes and him being bundled into the back of a police car.