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It was with a slightly incredulous smile that the Merchant held up the slip of printed pink cardboard. Eyes green as patina slid to the young girl in front of him.
"And this is?" He asked.
"It's what it looks like," the girl in her early teens by the looks of her, had a flat, no-nonsense quality to her voice. She was dressed in a none-too-new white statement shirt and denim jeans, and her feet were clad in cheap converse knock-offs, bought in a local tiangge. She was of average height, with the black hair and dark brown eyes of a Filipina. Her skin was papaya-soap fair. All in all, she was a human that wouldn't pique Mime's interest at all, had he still an ounce of curiosity left in him. A sardonic smile pulled up the corners of his red slash of mouth, crac
Untitled 2The Universe is still dark, the ground on which you sit is nothing more than a vast, empty stretch of pale sand. The two of you are waiting. At least, you are waiting. The little one beside you is more interested in cupping the sand in its small palms, sifting the grains through its fingers and letting them fall, returning them to themselves. Each grain is identical to the other, and though a handful is as light as the nothingness surrounding them they couldn't be blown away. There is no air.Untitled 25 years ago in Sketches More Like This
The little one playing in the sand is still almost entirely formless. Naked and colorless, but no longer transparent. You can pick out a few key features that would define its function, its self. The wide, clear orbs it uses to know the world around it, the long limbs it would use to cling and hold on until it destroyed what was trapped in its embrace. But for the most part it is still misshapen, unformed. It is still innocent.
You look down at your hands, and lift them, slowly, to the upper shell
Twin Thoughts, Words Unsaid Zero YuukiTwin Thoughts, Words Unsaid6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your clear eyes stare at me Your clear eyes stare at me
they waver from within bottomless depths
My heart lying asleep
What is verbal abuse?What is verbal abuse?5 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Verbal abuse is a form of abuse that involves the use of words, rather than blows and punches. In a verbally abusive situation, words are used to attack, control, and inflict harm on another person. Verbally abusive behaviour goes far beyond mean behaviour; it involves inflicting psychological violence on another person, attacking the very nature of an individual's being and attempting to destroy his or her spirit. Verbal abuse can affect people of all ages and in all types of relationships. However, it is especially prevalent in marital relationships. Verbal abuse falls into many categories, including:
* Abusive anger: They would blow up at you.
* Criticizing: They make derogatory comments about your weight and figure.
* Name-calling: They called you a liar and a hypocrite.
* Threatening: They taunt you about their leaving and liking other women/men.
MarijuanaMarijuana, pot, weed, grass, mary-jane, ganja, reefer, chronic, bud . . . One plant, many names. I believe we all know what pot is and have tried or know someone that has tried it. Marijuana and its legalization has been argued about for many years. Some opponents view the drug as a weedy Satan while others recognize it as a beneficial herb; marijuana should be legalized.Marijuana10 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
"Cannabis Sativa is perhaps the most recognizable plant in the world." (Bonsor, 2) The pot leaf is put on jewelry, clothes, bumper stickers and is used in graffiti. "Marijuana is the single most used drug in the United States." (Bonsor, 2) According to "InfoFacts - Marijuana" 60.4% of 12th graders in 1979 had used marijuana at least once in their lifetime. There were 2.6 million new users in 2001 and 47.8% of 12th graders in 2002 had used marijuana in their lifetime. Thirty 6 percent of those students had used it in the past year, and 21.5% of those had used it in the past month. Six percent of the 12th gra
Verbal Abuse Verbal abuse doesnt leave physical scars, but it scars the heart of the victim. Verbal abuse can be defined as a lie told to a person, or told to others about that person. (Evans 6) Verbal abuse consists of defining statements, threats, orders, and even silence. Often, the verbal abuser is not even aware that he or she is doing these things. Sometimes, the abuser even rejects the fact that the abuse is taking place.Verbal Abuse7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Defining statements tell the victim his or her motive, Youre trying to start a fight., inform the victim what he or she is thinking, You think you know it all., and accuse, Youre too demanding. These statements obliterate the real person, replacing them with someone who only exists in the abusers mind. Defining statements are backward connections (P. Evans 80), an abusers way of being the person whom he is defining. They can distort a pers
Stop Child Abuse Speech Slapping, cursing, and beating. Are these things your parents do to you? Maybe not, but for other kids all around the world this is only a part of their daily reality. Child abuse is a serious issue that America and the world face today. I know that since you probably haven’t experienced it firsthand, you may not think it to be all that serious. But listen to me at least, and maybe your opinion will change.Stop Child Abuse Speech2 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Child abuse is a problem that’s existed for several years. It is the physical and/or emotional abuse of children, that can lead to serious injuries and even death. One account of child abuse occured in New Jersey, where a one and a half year old boy was found dead, with bruises covering his body. The culprits were his own mother and her own boyfriend. One and a half years old, isn’t that sad. He wasn’t yet a toddler, and he had to face such cruel violence, before death took him. and ended his suffering.
Child abuse resembles another
3 Different Seconds3 Different Seconds3 Different Seconds6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
by L. Vera
An excerpt from a tape recording of Martin Stevens' interview with Dr. Henry Wurzbach.
1/20/89 9:00 A.M.
"How are you doing today, Martin?" Doctor Wurzbach's voice entered through the static.
"Good," Martin replied.
"If you do not mind Martin, I would like to go ahead and ask about the first time you discovered your ability," Doctor Wurzbach said with his deep calm voice.
"Sure. Like I said before, it all just kind of happened. Well, I was out with my friends. We were walking home from practice and we got to the bridge across from the park. Michael jumped on the stone wall on one side of the bridge," he stopped.
"Go on," Doctor Wurzbach said.
"He fell... or so I thought he did. But..." he paused again.
"But he did not?" Doctor Wurzbach filled in.
"No. I grabbed his hand and well... he... um... didn't fall."
"So you saved him," Doctor Wurzbach suggested.
"Well, I didn't think I saved him. I just thought it was I don't know "
The End of the UniverseThe End of the UniverseThe End of the Universe6 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
I saw it you know. The end of the universe. Well, if by end you actually mean prologue, beginning, middle, end, epilogue, prequel, sequel, and everything, then yes. I saw the end of the universe. Some people say thats what caused me to go crazy. But what do I care what they say? I saw the end of the universea feat which no one else in the universe has done.
Would you like to know what it was like? It was a giant waterfall cascading carelessly into nothingness. But in that nothingness there was everything. Thats what I saw. I saw everything. I knew thats what I would see. Everyone laughed at me of course. They said the end of the universe wouldnt look like that. They didnt know what it would look like, but surely it wouldnt look like that. But I
Don't Give me a Reason to Sell My SoulDon't give me a reason to sell my soul, she should have said.Don't Give me a Reason to Sell My Soul5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Instead, she just stared at the man on the screen in front of her, the man with his long, drooping skin, tired eyes, haggard face and balding head. He was hardly the admiral we had once known. She said "I don't have any desire to do it," and then quickly, "but I'll follow my orders, if you give them to me."
There was fright in her eyes. She gripped the edges of the captain's chair and bit her cheek, fighting off inevitable tears. But not here. She couldn't cry now. People relied on her to be strong. What people she wasn’t sure, but someone, somewhere, surely. She had to believe that.
"Those are your orders," the man said, sinking heavily into his chair. "I trust you'll carry them out."
She snapped off communications with ill-hid despair. Her blonde hair, thin and almost colorless, hung around her face like a fallen halo, fading with every sin. Her lips were tight, her cheeks drawn, and her eyes stared out of bru