This Voice

AMULET Once upon a time there lived a family who was returning from a ceremony on a curvy mountain route. In the car, the family was chatting very loudly. “Emily get up. We are going t o reach our house”said Karen. Suddenly, the father was distracted and didn’t notice a sharp turn in the road. The car flipped and drove off the mountain, as the family screamed. “Emily get out” said Emily's father David. “Now you go out Karen” said David. “David Come” said Emily’s mother Karen . “i can't come. My

scare, I had made it to just a few yards away from where our shed met at the edge of the property line, that was when I heard yet another faint, little meow. This time it was Casper, though, I was sure of it. I knew his meow anywhere. I began to call out for him, and as I did, he let out another little squeak after hearing the sound of my voice. Quickly, I began searching the tall grasses of the surrounding area with my gaze, trying to home in on where his meows—which were becoming more-and-more frequent

My thoughts have engulfed me into a room full of screams. Some are positive, but most are negative. It’s like I’ve been put in this hole trying to scratch my way out of it looking for the lit up, neon sign that reads ‘Exit’. It’s been about eight years, and at the dark end of what I thought led to nowhere finally showed the red neon sign. I see my future of hope, and along with that came the cold, wet streaks that ran down my face. As I get closer to the exit, I was blinded by red, green, and blue

Waking up was easy. Getting out of bed was the hard part. I sighed and curled up in my bed wanting to just stay this way unil I died. There was a small knock on my door as mother entered my room and sat beside me. "How are you feeling, and dont lie, because I know you feel like dying and never leaving your bed." She smirked and pulled me into her arms. I clutched onto her and held her tight as she pat my back. "Go put on something nice, do you hair and make up look your very best and show them how

Susan B. Anthony once said, “The true republic: men, their rights, and nothing more; women, their rights, and nothing less” (Capobianco). This quotation demonstrates that males and females should all receive equal rights, regardless of the circumstance. The passage holds a meaning to equality, but carries the mistaken implication that men are keepers of higher status, and additional privileges, while women are deprived of these luxuries. The essence of Susan B. Anthony’s words seamlessly blends into

night blue that is so deep and never ending that the ocean itself would be jealous. A soft breeze flutters between my dark amber hair as my pale blue dress skips around my knees. Another perfect day in this perfect life. Many live a life like mine…most, in fact. No problems, no troubles. We have lived this way, well...um...forever. People tell stories of the Ancients-animals and savages. Hunger, pain, and disease spread global. There was no light. The beasts killed each other for pleasure. No equality

would like to tag along. Goth answered the phone in a very dull tone saying “What do you want?” Happiness cheerfully answered “Hello Goth! I was wondering if you would like to go with me to a job interview at Disneyland!” Goth answered with a low voice “No, actually I’m going to apply to Hot Topic where I fit in better.”     At around 1:30 p.m. Happiness left her house in her yellow buggy and drove to Disneyland. She arrived to her interview fifteen minutes early with a big smile. The interviewer

workers dressed in their typical black, white and grey ensemble living life through their Smartphones; there was the collection of tourists, wide eyed and eager to capture as many pieces of the city through their camera lenses as they could. Everyone in this city has a purpose, a destination, a life to continue writing with a passion and then there was him. He lived a routine, not a life. There were no surprises, no newcomers; only the familiar companions of loneliness and silence, but he was content.

who wasn't typically sunny side up. Back then, this ill-tempered egg went by the name of Grumpy Dumpty. For twelve days and twelve nights, the joyous people of Muampa were miserable. The villagers had asked Grumpy dumpty to stop, but all he did was egg-nore them. “Oh Grumpy, don't be such a dull egg and turn that frown upside down,” little Hope pleaded. “Quit your begging little girl. Nothing you say or do will ever change the way I am. This disturbing kingdom is too jubilant. You’ll see

Introduction Voice over Internet Protocol (VOIP) is a technology that offers voice communications using the existing Internet protocols. Over the years the Internet has developed as a very cheap medium that has been used to send electronic mails and files across the globe. VoIP extends this concept and provides the facility to send voice data between people using the IP framework. Since the Internet is a cheap medium, enabling voice services through it will effectively cut costs that are normally