Dinosaurs are Still HereAt the end of tenth grade, the principal of Princeton High school kicked me out of his school because he didn't like my political viewpoints. It was a bizarre thing for him to do, and drew the disapproval of a few members of the board of education, but since he was the principal he had the power to do it if he wanted to. I was a libertarian and he was a knee-jerk liberal, so he preferred not to have me polluting his school with my viewpoints.Dinosaurs are Still Here10 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The most obvious way this affected me was that I was no longer able to continue seeing my girlfriend who went still to his school, but anyone who knew my reaction to stress could see that its effects went far beyond this. Thanks to my having obsessive-compulsive disorder, I wasn't able to go to sleep each night until my nails were exactly the way I wanted them to be. And after I got kicked out of Princeton high school, it took me seven hours every night for me to get them that way.
There's one other thin
Ned the CreationistNed was a creationist who lived across the way,Ned the Creationist10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And searched me out to argue with me almost every day.
He thought it was through miracles that each new kind appears,
And that the world had been around for just eight thousand years!
I sometimes showed him fossils, but he always took the line
They must be either fake, or an intelligent design.
He had a strong conviction that I never could dispel;
That accepting evolution was the way to go to hell!
I found a Sinornithosaurus in my yard one day.
It seemed a perfect chance to show him what I had to say.
And possibly a creature could convince him more than words,
And help him see that dinosaurs were ancestors of birds.
I gave my feathered dinosaur to Ned. A week went by,
He never mentioned it at all, which made me wonder why.
I asked how it was doing, and his subtle look of doubt
Convinced me I should visit him in effort to find out.
I knocked three times upon the door, and Ned allowed me in.
I saw my dinosaur behind him, covered
In Memory of John OstromIn Aptian and Albian of ages gone,In Memory of John Ostrom10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Deinonychus possessed no titan's crushing bite,
But only crescent claws in place of size or might
To tear apart the creatures whom he preyed upon.
He courted only females with his nascent wings,
Unconscious of their greater use to court the sky,
Or yet the perseverance of his kin who fly
Beyond the strange disasters that the future brings.
In Quaternary year of nineteen sixty-four,
Deinonychus was first exhumed by human hands,
To prize from Cloverly's archaic stone and sands
The features of John Ostrom's newfound dinosaur.
He courted only knowledge with his study's quest,
Unknowing the renown such research surely draws,
From metabolic fury shown in sickle claws,
And avian relationships such traits suggest.
And now, professor Ostrom, though the time is nigh
For you to join your ancient brother in the past,
The eras learned before your studies ceased at last
Have promised that your legacy will never die.
Deinonychus knew nothing of his kin who flew,
Shedding Light on "Twilight"Shedding Light on TwilightShedding Light on "Twilight"6 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
In todays literary world, few novels have sold as many books or gained as large a fan base as the Twilight series by Stephenie Meyer. The disease invoked by these romance novels has claimed a large portion of Americas disillusioned teenage girls; mainly those unsatisfied with their own relationships. But why have these novels won such acclaim? Is it the fact that the almost five hundred pages of the book are full of almost nothing but ill-conceived romance? Or perhaps it is the plot, which is comparable to the fantasies of a twelve-year-old girl? Then again, maybe the things that inspire such enthusiasm among fans are the main characters, timid and plain Bella Swan and the statuesque, mirage-like, muscled, angelic, marble, sparkling vampire hero, Edward Cullen (who, need I mention, watches the main character when she sleeps). Whats not to love about that?
One of the major attr
Airport security...Airports are one of the funniest things ever. Painful, and inconvenient, but funny.Airport security...6 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I swear, airports are anti-hygiene. You go through security, and they take your shampoo, your deodorant, your mouthwash, toothpaste, toenail clippers... The list goes on.
Yah, sure the say it is for security. But they really just want to make more people stinky.
And really, there is a better answer to security. When you go through the security terminal everyone over the age of twelve should be given a big six inch knife. Then all they would have to do is require you to hold it the whole plane ride. Any terrorists on the plane would be hopelessly outnumbered.
And some of the things they don't confiscate. They'll take your 2" nail file away. You threaten a terrorist with that, and they'll laugh at you before they shoot you. But, they don't take your Jerusalem bible. Have you ever seen one? Almost four inches thick, and hard bound. You hit a terrorist over the head with one of those, not only will he have
Why Writers Should Watch TVWhy Writers Should Watch TV6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Ive heard the argument that writers shouldnt watch TV and movies because that will inundate them with all the cliché plots and characters out there and somehow brainwash them into not being able to create an original story.
Me: *blank stare*
First of all, there is absolutely nothing new under the sun. Therefore, it is impossible to create something totally unique and original no matter how many bad movies you see. Furthermore, the more story lines that enter your brain, the more you realize just how unique or not your own story is.
Most importantly, an original story is not a new story. It is simply taking a common idea and combining it with other common ideas to create a new and fresh sequence of otherwise common ideas.
Think of stories like cookies. All the different types of cookies represent different types of genres and plots. Ingredients like chocolate chips and nuts represent c
What About Death?I am going to die on my own terms.What About Death?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And, that being said, I shall elaborate upon the menace of Time
Let him not take me into his arms and fatal embrace
I will not fall to a kiss that brings slow decay
To the corners of my mind I hold most sacred
Let me be struck down in my prime
The cause self-inspired or not
Never to wither, surrounded by burning white
And drowning in the dust falling from my lashes
I will not be so frail of heart to
Become so frail of body and mind
Loathe to spend endless hours
In contemplation of my time running out
I'd rather cut it short
REAL Washingtonians.......REAL WASHINGTONIANS ..REAL Washingtonians.......6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Real Washingtonians see 60 degrees and start wearing shorts while tourists wear thick coats and stare like everyones gone crazy.
Real Washingtonians never say, I never thought it would be this cold in Washington!
Real Washingtonians know how to pronounce Sequim. Its SQUIM, not See-Quim.
Real Washingtonians are happy when the temperature above seventy-five, while tourists moan about their tan.
Real Washingtonians arent tan. The rain washes the color out of our skin.
Real Washingtonians are confused when they go to other states and its not freezing and pouring rain.
Real Washingtonians dont mind getting wet.
Actually, some of us do. Because we rust.
Real Washingtonians are part fish. Or maybe ducks.
The above is why you shouldnt be surprised to see Washingtonians with webbed feet.
Real Washingtonians understand that there is more to Washington than Seattle and Tacoma.
Real Washingtonians arent surprised whe
Dear RockDear RockDear Rock5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Words cannot express how much I love you
Your smooth surface
Your patterned exterior
And the promise of unattainable gems within
Who needs the unpredictabillity of flesh and blood?
The waxing and waning interests
Rock, I know you'll always be there for me when I need you most
And won't hide in a closet to get away from me
You are so much more useful than a person
And so much more reliable
I can use you as a table
Or a seat
Or shade from the sun
Or when I need... something really heavy.
It must be so simple to be you
Sitting under the Sun's bright smile
Waiting for eternity to pass by
What do you dream about, Rock?
Irony at its BestYo I dont like rap, I think its crass and rude,Irony at its Best7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
A bunch of guys with baggy jeans and bad attitudes,
If you wanna hear good music then listen to rock,
Buy some Drowning Pool CDs and then well talk.
Rap doesnt have true meaning and its not very smart,
And remixes with Jay-Z really ruin Linkin Park.
It doesnt have a tune and it doesnt keep in time,
And it only takes a first grader to know how to rhyme!
I really couldnt care less that 50 Cent is In Da Club,
And I think that Souja Boy is just a stupid nub.
Dont wanna know the meanings behind Lollipop and Candy
Though I think Urban Dictionary would really come in handy.
I never was a cholo and I dont know how they lean,
And seriously, what the heck does Crank Dat even mean?
I hope so far my rhymes have made you see some sense,
If you like rap this is just for fun so please dont take offense.
Paying to hear people talk to beats is
Project VAXFire. Evil. Screaming. People fell in the streets, men with older, broken weapons shielding their wives, mothers shielding their children, lovers shielding each other. All unable to stop the madness. The bravest of warriors, the weak and the crippled. It did not matter. The fire consumed them, the veiled, hooded attackers cut them down. Blood pooled on the slate rock pressed deep into the earth, seeping into cracks, dripping from fingers and weapons, drenched hair and clothes with a crimson splash. An unearthly, bluish-white light seemed to come from spotlights above. Helicopters? They couldnt be seen in the pitch blackness of night. All that could be seen was Death.Project VAX6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Saryn saw herself, blood on her face, tattered dress smeared with someones blood. A littler girl clung to her skirts, an older one had an arm around her shoulders. Mommy! screamed the little girl, and she began to sob. Saryn picked her up and cradled her, whispering soothingly in her ear.
Pirate CodeI. All crew is to be treated fairly as they are equal.Pirate Code7 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
II. Anyone can join the crew regardless of gender, age, religious views, and diet.
III. Dont underestimate anyone; they could be the one to end your life.
IV. You cannot gamble money during a game of cards or dice, but you can gamble jewels and jewellery
V. Musicians have the choice of resting on Sunday if they wish to do so.
VI. Everyone can vote and have equal say during affairs.
VII. To desert the ship will result in death or being marooned.
VIII. All prizes are to be equally shared.
IX. If a person is to steal anything from another crew, they will be shot.
X. Keep your weapons clean and ready for battle.
XI. Animals are best to keep off the ship.
XII. There must always be a deck of cards and plenty of dice for playing.
XIII. The captain has the first say.
XIV. If found guilty of cowardice, the person will be marooned.
NaNoWriMo - PrologueEighty-five million years ago, things were different. Obviously. There were no humans, no technology, almost no mammals. Mongolia was a vast, cool grassland, like a hundred of the Serengeti stuck together. Enormous, monotonous. Inhabited by, quite literally, monsters. Birds were reptiles, reptiles were mammals, fish breathed air and amphibians were fish. Well things werent actually that confused. Take the roles of reptiles and mammals today, flip them, and youve got yourself a perfect example of good, ol Laurasia. Home of the famous velociraptor. But you probably knew that much already. Heres what you probably didnt know: though Velociraptor mongoliensis was a formidable and intelligent hunter, it was far from the monster Hollywood has portrayed it as. V. mongoliensis was about the size of a turkey, but about six feet long in order to balance itself. It was covered in feathers, and had awkward chicken-wings instead of hand claws. Carpal even kept itNaNoWriMo - Prologue7 years ago in Historical More Like This
The Bookworm LamentsThe Bookworm Laments10 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
We all know the advantages of being a Bookworm – the richness of imaginative experience (a.k.a. day-dreams), the broadening of horizons (a.k.a. someone else's ideas), the constant friend always by your side (a.k.a. book) and vast built-up reserves of general knowledge (a.k.a. trivia). But who talks about the disadvantages, huh? Besides the all-pervasive semi-myth about geeky bookworms (Simply stated, the myth goes Bookworms are geeky), who can speak, off-hand, about the problems, the real problems?
Think about it – you excavate your nose from the Lord of the Rings (the one they made the movie on, yes) and realise that in the past hour, your mom has volunteered you for dishwashing duty, your boyfriend has left you (you're not sure why, you weren't paying him any attention) and a little dog has begun to gnaw on your ankle… It's just so easy to get lost in the make-believe worlds the authors lay down for you – for that matter, it's easy to lose yourself in a book
Ode to DromaeosauridaeO terrible dromaeosaur,Ode to Dromaeosauridae11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What magic does your family hold;
No other beast can capture more
The minds and hearts of young and old?
What power does your kind possess
To bring such fame your savageness?
The hidden eyes of countless minds
Have seen the glory of your day.
What charm is it our species finds
In how you caught and killed your prey?
Do we enjoy the grief and pain
Imagining your victims slain?
Is it your half-developed wings?
The way your clavicles are fused?
The countless flight-related things
With earthbound ways of being used?
Do humans love you for the way
Your brothers rule the sky today?
There's something in the way you walk
That carries a ferocious grace.
A foreign mix of wolf and hawk,
Of fangs and feathers in one face.
And when you shine with scarlet stains,
And tear the flesh from living bone,
Your savage elegance remains,
Like nothing else the world has known.
Pokemon tf serum part 6Pokemon tf serum part 63 years ago in Settings More Like This
I was stunned when the Lucario appeared. I stood staring. "Well I can't understand why you're staring at me," the Lucario said. "Obviously you've seen Pokémon before. I would just like to know what is wrong with me." I shook my hand and gave a nervous smile.
"Nothing," I said. "Just I thought that we were the only Pokémon in existence!"
"And what gave you that idea?"
"We were the only ones in the prison place that were Pokémon as far as I could tell." I noticed that the girl and Bill were watching us. They could understand the Lucario, but not me.
"Well, I was in there long before you and for a longer time. They turned me into a Lucario, but they couldn't fully change me. I still had my same basic vocal cords and my spikes are made of bone, not metal. I only escaped because of the aura powers that Lucario has. I was also able to destroy most of the experiment, but they obviously recovered the data." He motioned towards us.
"I'm guessing that you don't have your memory."
VegetariansAmong my closest relatives are creatures to be feared;Vegetarians11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It's from my deadly bloodline that tyrannosaurs appeared.
But also from this race arose a near-unheard-of chance:
A kinsman of these killers that eats nothing more than plants.
You'd think I was a predator; my claws are three feet long.
But guesses from appearances are more than often wrong.
There's more to therizinosaurs than that which meets the eyes,
And please don't let my relatives convince you otherwise.
When others of my kind set off to chase and kill their prey,
I slowly walk to find my food, since plants don't run away.
My life you might call dull, and I would readily agree,
But peaceful lives are fine for vegetarians like me.
Among the other theropods, I never quite fit in;
They think the fact that I eat plants brings shame upon my kin.
I don't care if they hate my way, or what disdain it draws,
But if they hope to make me change, they'll have to face my claws.
Against All OddsDeinonychus was well designed to catch and kill his prey.Against All Odds11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
He carried on his second toe a claw to slash and slay.
While running at his frightful speeds he held it off the ground,
And swung it down to wield against whatever prey he found.
A stiffened tail for balancing, and sturdy grasping hands
Complete a beast whose sight was feared in all his ancient lands.
Deinonychus was well designed to catch and kill his prey—
That's what the hippie nineteen-sixties heard John Ostrom say.
To use a weapon on one's feet required skill and speed.
The tail too stiff to drag behind spoke also of this need.
This dinosaur, against all odds, was neither dumb nor slow,
And surely not the sluggish beast the world had warmed to know.
Deinonychus was well designed to catch and kill his prey.
The slashing death his claws once brought occurs again today.
Within his home in human thoughts his victims also dwell,
And fall before his onslaught there as ancient creatures fell.
He eats their stupid, double brains; t
A better GodA better God3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The world needs a better God.
A sigh escapes his masked lips. He doesn't want to pretend that he's okay, because he's not. Ever since that day, he has been in an almost depressed state.
It's not like he was going to show it anyway.
But right now, he doesn't care. Back then, Shinigami-sama thought that it really was hard to keep calm while his son was away, who knew where, being captive by the crazy wizard who possessed the Book of Eibon. He knew how many things that Book could do, the dark magic inside of it. He was scared, anxious. But he kept believing in Kid and searching for a way to bring him back, so it would be all over and he didn't feel so afraid anymore.
That was back then. Now, it is completely different. Kid has already completed two of his Sanzu Lines, and he is also more mature and collected. He isn't a little boy anymore, and Shinigami-sama and he barely talk with each other anymore, much to Shinigami-sama's chagrin.
That, and the fact that they had just found the Kis
ShatteredSilent. Everything was silent. It seemed as if the world around him had stopped. Froze, in that single moment when his world shattered. He began to slowly descend while the ice fell all around him, and the trap that he had carefully built for his enemy crumbled down in thousand of little pieces that reflected the sun like thousand little diamonds. But the beauty of this vision couldn´t cover the cruelty of what just happened.Shattered3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
He held her fragile body gently as if she could break into pieces in every moment. Yet he couldn´t stop the tremble in his body, and his breath that came out grasping as if he didn´t know how to breath anymore. The shock was too much for him to keep cool. Her blood was on his face.
It couldn´t be. Not him. He, whose only purpose was to protect her, to keep her safe, for he lived for her smile, for her smile that had the special power to make his black days alright.
He joined Shinigami Academy so that he could learn how to control his power, so
Little Jack HornerLittle Jack HornerLittle Jack Horner11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sat in the corner
With a young tyrannosaur.
He remarked, "It is great
That with time travel's gate,
We can meet ancient creatures of yore."
"I shall now at last prove
It won't eat things that move,
Like my hand, for example," he said.
So he stuck out his thumb,
And in pained puzzledom,
Remarked, "It must have thought I was dead."
PlatesEvolution has wondrously furnished my backPlates11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With a feature the world must rejoice to behold.
It not only can frustrate a hunter's attack,
But release heat or catch it when I'm hot or cold.
An array of tall plates, colored charmingly bright,
That assist my whole life, and look fetching at least:
Would not any observer beholding this sight
Be delighted to have in his world such a beast?
The four spikes on my tail don't get used very much;
I can scare away predators just with my plates.
And before the sun's warmth or the wind's cooling touch,
They can bring heat or cold as my blood circulates.
Yet my sweetheart and I sometimes hate these fine plates
When we've slipped off together where we can't be seen,
For despite the convenience their presence creates,
They can get in the way, if you know what I mean.
Krakow, 1942Krakow, 19426 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Little princess never sees
the belly of the beast
sliding up under her skirt,
wrapping around her feet
on the mean streets
where clocks tick backwards
and the world tastes of salt.
She never notices the dagger eyed man
slouched in the slatted doorway,
breeding mayhem under his coat
the pock eyed children
who sleep between the wire.
She never hears the death rattle
that rips souls
loose from boxcars
sad history under foot
in the dead calm of nightmares.
wears an unscathed kiss
lingering over her heart
like a lonely war
and sucks the breath
from a sky run dry
by children who wished down the stars.
Star Trek movie reviewStar Trek movie reviewStar Trek movie review6 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
WARNING, CONTAINS SPOILERS
Okay, folks, I watched the movie. I'd like to thank the guys who made the cam version so I could get to get the general picture of the movie before watching it in the cinema.
First of all, this is not a complete, full-blown review. I must watch the movie a few times to understand all the little bits and pieces. This writing is about the general picture of the movie.
Allright then, let's get down to business. It is a fast-paced movie, something that it's not what I expected from a Star Trek movie. I heard that many scenes from cut from the pre-release version, a full edition would probably make the movie a bit slower paced.
Really, everything is happening fast and before you realise it, the movie is over. The whole thing just zooms by with Warp speed. This makes the things a bit confusing at the beginning: I never got how much time did Kirk actually spend at Starfleet Academy. It could be days, it could be years, I don't know.