The Importance of Being FrankThe Importance of Being Frank10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Importance Of Being Frank
At the end of this story, a Frenchman will be eaten by African driver ants.
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Silvie closed the stall door behind her; she closed it timidly, with an empty expression on her face. Her hand shook. She paused for a moment, her mouth half open, her lip curled upward, and a frown on her forehead.
Then she walked over to the wash basins.
A fly buzzed between her and the mirror. She turned on the faucet, filled her cupped hands with water, and splashed it on her face. She looked at the stall's reflection in the mirror, closed her eyes, and slapped herself.
Let us slow down to take in the sights. At the exact moment Silvie's hand hits her cheek, everyth
Symptoms of Autism Spectrum DisordersSymptoms of Autism Spectrum Disorders3 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Common Symptoms of Some 'AUTISM SPECTRUM DISORDERS'
PLEASE Click on UNDERSTANDING AUTISM and READ it before reading this paper.
This is meant to be a relatively Short way to help you see if you are part of the Autism Spectrum Disorders, which includes:□ High Functioning Autism
□ Sensory Processing Disorder (Sensory Integration Dysfunction)
□ Asperger Syndrome
□ Developmental Coordination Disorder (Developmental Dyspraxia)
□ DysgraphiaMost kids and adults who are in the Autism Spectrum and who do not show significant obvious symptoms, are SELDOM diagnosed. If the problems and symptoms are not glaring, no one bothers. Even Kids with obvious symptoms are often not diagnosed, since many teachers are not trained to know what to look for and of course most parents do not know what to look for
BeliefBelief can only be used to experience reality, not to understand it.Belief3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
AnthropologyAnthropology9 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
It could be argued that a quintessential aspect of American culture is obliviousness or indifference towards foreign cultures. This kind of ethnocentricity is particularly interesting because America, as such a young nation, is a homogenization of many of those outside cultures. Indeed it is perhaps even impossible to define "American culture" independent of the many different elements that have blended or clashed here since colonial times. Yet Americans by and large seem comfortably nested within a sort of cultural neutrality, a willful and blissful ignorance of the world around them. It is the reason why most Americans only speak English, whereas other nations either have more than one official language, or legally require their citizens to learn a second language.
I mention all of this not merely to criticize America but to create for the reader a better understanding of my environment, as it is vital to understanding the thesis of this paper. The greatest exception to the American
The Wonder Genie, part 2The Wonder Genie, part 21 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She felt really drowsy. As if the structure of her very being had been melted down and then rebuilt like new, she did not feel quite at ease within her own body right now.
Her vision being blurry, Diana rose up, feeling the solid ground beneath her to be almost a comfort considering her last memory of being sucked inside an urn made of clay. Getting up with difficulty, her vision soon adapted to the low lighting of the mysterious environment she was in.
Feeling her legs, she was a tad relieved. Unsure about what exactly had happened and what it entailed, she went to her waist to retrieve her trusty golden lasso. Seeing that it was nowhere to be found, Wonder Woman figured she must have dropped it while she had been helplessly manipulated by that strangely garbed woman and her powerful object.
Her sight now completely clear, she could see huge walls of stone standing tall all around her. Shaped into corridors and lighted up by a few torches, Diana figured that she was in some sort of la
Heaven or HellHeaven or Hell4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
There was a poll posted on Facebook, it was simple, all you had to do was click one answer or the other.
You only had two choices.
The question was: "Where do you think you're headed?"
The answer choices were: Heaven, and Hell.
A lot of people picked Heaven and there were people who voted Hell.
This made me sad to know that these people are condemning themselves.
When you say you're going to Hell, you're accepting something that isn't true!
If God set a Satanist free, If God sent his only son to die for us (even when we did not and still don't deserve it), and If God spoke into the darkness and created the light...
Then NOTHING is impossible for him!
The word impossible is a fallacy that hides the truth: I'm Possible!
Don't condemn yourself.
Doesn't matter what you did, God will still forgive you and let you into his kingdom,
you just have to stop putting yourself down all the time
If God forgave Hitler, Sodom, and Osama, yet they blew it, due to them choosing not to accept him and
The Wonder Genie, part 1The Wonder Genie, part 11 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There were many things that Diana could not accept.
As a firm defender of justice, liberties and truth, there were many crimes she felt had to be punished and halted. As both an Amazon, a woman and a member of the Justice League, she felt she had the obligation to stop many forms of evil, no matter the shape it took.
Thus why she was, right now, rather angry at the very fact that something from ancient time was still some kind of norm in some areas: slavery. The very idea that someone could be the subject of another's will without having any say whatsoever in his fate was utterly disgusting to her.
Being right in front of a place that someone informed her was the headquarter of some very preeminent slavers, Diana held her lasso of truth tightly in her hand. She had asked for a few favours all around, between the times when she wasn't occupied with the league. She wanted to eradicate that problem as soon as possible.
However, one of the person who had been a great help to her in this pe
The Order of Sublime SimulacraKamon woke to the sound of bells and saws. The ceremony must have started hours ago; there was invigorating yellow sunlight outside the gauzy curtains. Kamon's Self was intoning eight o'clock, eight o'clock with all the insistence of a song looping in his head.The Order of Sublime Simulacra4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Flesh brain, he thought, you should have caught that alarm. Sometimes the flesh was louder than the devices supposed to make it properly quiet. The flesh insisted on the persistence of the Real. This was exactly the type of lesson that the brothers were supposed to learn, and Kamon hoped that relaying to the abbot how thoroughly he had learned it might lighten the inevitable punishment that came from reminding himself of himself. (Of course, that punishment would still be severe. He was going to arrive at the ceremony so late--)
On the orders of his Self, Kamon moved blearily out of bed and into the shower. (Rules For The Sanctum Three and Four, said his Self. Wear a clean robe. Wear a clean body.) Li
ApathyApathyApathy7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Youve committed no crimes
And youve saved no lives
You didnt pull the trigger
But you didnt take the bullet either
And you didnt push her into the water
But you didnt dive in to save her
Youve done nothing villainous
Youve done nothing heroic
When it comes to emotion
Youve stayed at a distance
And your attitude,
Its always indifference
When there is need for urgency
All you give out is apathy
So now you can never say youve killed a man
So now you can never say youve saved a man
You can never speak of your sins
You can never speak of your virtues
You are simply there
Idly observing the world pass by
Lack of opinion, lack of reaction
Lack of reaction, lack of any action
I wonder if you feel left behind.
Youve never felt pain
Youve never felt pleasure
Youve only felt the glass of the window
Pressed against your nose
As you watch the world
Move faster and faster
If We Were BlindIf We Were Blind4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Perhaps if we were all blind,
We wouldn't care about a person's skin color.
Perhaps if we were all blind,
We wouldn't bully those who are smaller.
Perhaps if we were all blind,
Every night I wouldn't have cried.
Perhaps if we were all blind,
We'd finally embrace what's on the inside.
Socy Essay: Norms + ConformityNorms: Shaping the Way We live Life.Socy Essay: Norms + Conformity6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Why is it that when someone burps, everyone looks at him/her expectantly to say Excuse me? Or when standing in line for, say, a concert or a movie, if someone cuts into the line, the person is booed and ridiculed? It appears some things are more or less agreed upon and carried out without them having been written down somewhere as explicit legal rules or laws. Such actions or traditionalist behaviors are known as norms. In a way this conformity with laws is a very positive thing. For example, initially, before any laws or rules were enacted, the act of taking a fellow human beings life was already frowned upon socially. It just took time to write it into law to make it a legal issue. This knowledge shared among human beings universally, for the most part, that the taking of another human life is an act that is morally reprehensible is obviously positive in trying to ensure that people dont kill each other. Its easy to n
Logical Fallacies And You. A Resource PT. 2My original post was mostly well received, which is nice. In part two, we go into the world of informal logical fallacies. Informal fallacies are arguments that are fallacious for reasons not pertaining to the basic structure of the argument, but rather the content of said argument. This is where things get complicated and also really interesting.Logical Fallacies And You. A Resource PT. 21 year ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Let's dive in.
1. Ad Hoc
" No more excuses." ~ Tony Evans
Ad Hoc is latin for 'thrown together' or 'to this' depending on who you ask. An Ad Hoc argument is one that is hastily put together to support or explain a claim without any real substance or logical framework. Because of its rush-job nature and lack of a good logical frame-work, the Ad Hoc is likely to contradict existing knowledge. Usually, an Ad Hoc is born when someone is put on the spot to explain something. They can either deal with it in a consistent manner (meaning that their arguments are consistent for all eventualities so far), change their consistent beliefs
TMNT Liz's Beginning: Chapter 4: Lost and FoundTMNT Liz's Beginning: Chapter 4: Lost and Found7 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Lost and Found
The events of the previous night was indeed troubling to the team. Despite his exhaustion, Donnie stayed up most of the night trying to fix his scanner while flooded with thoughts of that night. He felt bad for snapping at Leo, but at the same time he had his reasons for doing so. Debating with himself over and over he wasn’t sure if he should forget the whole thing and just apologize. But then again, Leo was also at fault. Indecision lingered on as he worked till early that following morning.
Leo was beside himself over the situation. He wanted to smack himself on the head for being so hard on Donnie. Of course he contributed greatly to the team. They’re brother’s after all. He was contemplating on whether or not to apologize. As a leader, he knew the right thing to do was to admit his mistake. But yet again, he thought he did nothing wrong. He thought he was right for what he said. Time is not a luxury he stated. Which is true, time is rarel
This is my phone....This is my phone....1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
This is my phone,
there's many like it, but this one is mine,
my phone is my best friend, it is my life,
I must master it as I master my life.
Without me it is useless, without my phone I am useless
I will dial my phone true
I must text faster than my brethren
who is trying to contact me, I must text them before they text me....I will.
My phone and myself know what counts in society is not the data we receive
Not the tweets we get,
The reblogs on tumblr, nor the likes on facebook.
Knowing the message is sent that counts.
We will send
My phone is human, even as I, because it is my life
Thus I learn it as a brother, learn its glitches, the specs,
its cameras, the download and upload speeds.
I will ever guard it against weather and damage
I will keep my screen clean and fingerprint free
As I am clean and fingerprint free
We will become part of each other. We will...
Before my family I make this promise
My phone and myself are free to do as w
SurvivorOn your left cheek bone, you had a long, dark scarSurvivor2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That you've earned when you fought their brutal war
And five broken bones in your slender hands
That you've cracked in a fight of a few damned lands
You deny but I've seen the light limp in your knee
Twisted in a ship at the heart of the sea
You pretend it was fine just to hide your pain
But I see your tears through the thickest rain
And in silent nights I can feel your cries
Just beneath my skin. They uncover your lies
The lies that you've told of how you're doing alright
Though the soldier in you is in constant fight
In silent nights, behind your shut door
You still see your friend, as he bleeds on the floor
You still hear the bullet that pierced your knee
And the scream of a boy who tried to flee
And the smoke and the rain and the inch deep mud
And the deaths and the pains and the fresh red blood
And you know that beneath all your skin deep scars
It won't be the same. You forgot who you are
What Am I To YouExactly what am I to you?What Am I To You7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Im I someone you can trust and talk to?
Or am I someone you dont want to be with?
Please tell me what I am to you.
Am I a friend and a rival to you?
Or am I your enemy someone you want to have your revenge on.
Please tell me I need to know.
Its killing me on the inside.
Tell me please before this pain kills me before I know what I am to you.
Waffling OnFluff surrounds your eyes, blurring your senses.Waffling On3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They're talking to you.
Insecurity strikes you.
Are your lips moving?
Are words leaving your mouth?
You feel full Your body bloats and hardens.
Their eyes catch yours.
They call your name.
It doesn't help.
Their legs are widespread.
Your urges scream Your mind is on fire Your body desires.
But you can't.
They smile, they annoy you, they make you laugh, they tease you ̶
You hate it.
But you don't.
They tempt you.
But you can't.
But you mustn't.
They're a butterfly
You must let that one flutter
Lest they hate you
The walls crumble.
"Friends" You urge.
And we're here again.
You know the path.
But you want their hand, their presence, their intimacy.
But you mustn't.
"I love you"
And you mean it.
But they can't.
ProgrammingIt starts as a single point.Programming3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No width or depth to give it form.
Then key by key it grows with ease.
Growing, changing to become a masterpiece.
Graphics and text a jumbled mass
Of names and numbers never knowing
Where an error lies in all the mess
A wave of imperfections lies in wait.
Frustration follows infernal failure.
A single slip-up always fueling fury.
Solving every syntax like a critic.
Yet problems pounce as quickly as a cat.
Creation is a gift which feels divine.
It puts you in a place to be a god.
Your thought: the world with which your hands create.
The buttons: subjects bending to your will.
Letters leaping straight up to the screen.
By themselves are sad, misguided children.
Lost and nonexistent, lonely souls
Which turn to you, their father, for their purpose.
Labor and time: a simple sacrifice
For the dedication that you had
To build and craft, with your own hands, a world
Just as before, is but a single point.