I stand and stare in disbelief as the car’s bonnet is crumpled into the bulky metal pole on the side of the road. My limbs are numb and I am drenched from head to toe. The glistening droplets continuously drip off the tip of my nose as I realize how much trouble I’m going to get into. The wind wails around me as if it’s saying “you’re going to be in so much trouble”. I suddenly get back into the car and attempt to reverse the car so no one will see the car rammed into the power pole. Mum and Dad's pristine new car. Scratched. Dented. Ruined.
Ernie has always been a little messed up, he has lived in Missouri for the 32 long years of his life. On the day that changed his life forever, November 22, 1996. Him and his family were driving to the mall and they got into an accident. His Mom and Dad both died and Ernie was very depressed. He got the notes, of what made the car accident happen, an inspection failure with the Engine. He did not know what to do with his life. He almost committed suicide, but then out of rage, the decided he was going to make the person who caused the car accident. He went searching for months, and finally came to the conclusion that the person that last assessed the car was Eddie Thompson.
“Boss, you’ve never told me what we need to do. All you have implied is that this is dangerous, and if anyone sees us they will certainly shoot us. Would you tell me what we are here for?”, Deen asked.
To everyone’s relief, Johnny did agree to give the NAMI group a try. To his surprise, and everyone’s relief, he loved going. Although the group met once a week, the DeSoto’s made sure Johnny would go each time. Slowly, John was learning that although he may be different, he wasn’t the only one with issues. He was also learning more and more about the outside world and how to cope not only with the people in it, but all the stimulation that he never remember experiencing before.
"The people are saying that the soldiers are coming, so we better pack before they reach here," said Mother. She clearly sounded anxious and scared. I quickly got my clothes. I scan the room to see if there is anything else to pack.
“No.” Snapped the sergeant scornfully. “The Ackermans, Dr. Smith, Lt. Anders, and Medical Examiner Roberts are all still in these labs somewhere. They need our help. We have a duty to protect this base against all threats from outside and from within these walls. If anyone is still alive, we are going to find them and get them the hell out of here. And, if there is anything still on this base that’s a threat, we’re going to find it and kill it.”
As they crested the final hill between us and them we could see the wood line moving as they picked their way through it. Fortunately just then our forward observer SPC Clark announced that he had gotten a B-2 bomber on station and they would be making two passes once to confirm positive identification and twice to engage. They were so high in the air we didn’t even see their first pass, but there was no mistaking their second as they unleashed five GBU-32’s, Annihilating anything on that hilltop. Unfortunately our relief was short lived as the word was passed down that three of the medivaced wounded had passed, and more wounded were being reported. Shortly after as we prepared to leave the second compound one of the rifleman spotted a lone figure dressed in red moving slowly down from the hill we had just
The equation on the page of his scribbler began to spread out a widening tail, eyed and starred like a peacock's; and, when the eyes and stars of its indices had been eliminated, began slowly to fold itself together again. The indices appearing and disappearing were eyes opening and closing; the eyes opening and closing were stars being born and being quenched. The vast cycle of starry life bore his weary mind outward to its verge and inward to its centre, a distant music accompanying him outward and inward. What music? The music came nearer and he recalled the words, the words of Shelley's fragment upon the moon wandering companionless, pale for weariness. The stars began to crumble and a cloud of fine stardust fell through space.
FARED, 50 years Palestinian man, siting with his friend WILLIAM a volunteer doctor with the red across. FARED is reading a news paper while he drinks his coffee. The headline say “unknown Israeli party who blew up several houses in the West Bank town Beit Jala”
Truthfully, every day is the same, meticulous, tedious, irrelevant schedule. There is not one thing that is exhilarating or even slightly stimulating here in District 1. People, as in teens like him only care about training and getting into the games and most likely dying. Is it weird that he's different? To be different is to be normally frowned upon in society, but this is where the fact that not many people in the District knowing him is a good thing. Not knowing means not being able to be able to accuse and judge. This is exactly how he likes it.
“So it seems. On April 23, 2014, NASA's Swift satellite detected an immensely powerful flare coming from a red dwarf star they named DG Cvn. They reported it as being nearby, but apart from the flare data they have never told us the location of the star. The space agency simply presented us with a startling and unexplained discovery.”