Ice Bucket Challenge
1 EXT. GARDEN - DAY
We open on a handheld camera shot of the back garden. The shed door is vaguely visible, as is the washing line. JONTY stands beside an EMPTY BUCKET on a CHAIR.
Okay, so this is my ice bucket challenge. I was nominated by... nevermind who nominated me. Let’s just get to the challenge. Aaand first thing’s first.
(holds up the bucket and shows it to the camera)
Nottingham, England, 6 November 2064. A news broadcast blares out of a TV screen in the Portland Building lobby, except no one hears it, because it's on mute. But the subtitles, generated in real-time to match the news reporter's speech, tell us she is discussing a controversial new proposal from the shadow education secretary that's really blown up in the news lately. This proposal would make university attendance compulsory by 2070.
The University of Nottingham still prides itself as a truly international university, with campuses on four continents. But it’s far from special in this regard. In this day and age, many similar institut
“I’m telling you, it works!”
“That is such bullshit,” said Luke.
“What’s bullshit?” asked Hana as she scooted her chair over to them.
Luke picked up the book and showed it to her.
“Chad says he can ‘change the real world’ by writing in this book,” he sneered holding something that looked like everyone else’s textbook, somewhat frayed about the edges and open at the world map page. “Like he’s the fucking Death Note of geography or some—”
“I knew you wouldn’t believe me,” Chad interjected. “That’s why I changed the
It was unusually warm for winter. The glaciers had retreated more than ever, causing untold ecological damage to the fragile northern tundra, and disturbing the migration routes of the legendary white whales. But more importantly, it was turning the tide of the battle to the enemy's advantage. They fought well on open land, preferably free from ice. Their forces rushed in to claim ground from the retreating glaciers, and they had enough resources that they could stare us down for long enough, and we'd most likely starve to death before they did.
"This isn't war. This is a slaughter," muttered General Ragnar, while his officer paced slowly ar
Everyone was saying this’d be the best thing to happen to humanity since opposable thumbs, or some other huge milestone. This 'update' was going to carry us to a new plane of existence. Or possibly destroy us, we just didn't know. I personally didn't buy all the hype - "It's just a point update," I'd say when someone brought up the topic.
Don't get me wrong - it was a big deal. I can see why the news channels were covering it 24/7, despite there being nothing new to cover. Of course people took to the internet to speculate. And I saw an interesting essay about how a benevolent god might have planned the update to remove all prejudice f
Two planets, hitherto sharing an orbit around 90 million miles from the young sun, had been edging ever closer over the last epoch. They shared a mutual twirling dance while comets rained down upon their parched surfaces, peppering them both with holes and coating them with a thin film of water. Eventually however they got too close, and gravity pulled them inexorably towards a collision, every atom of one planet tugging on every atom of the other one. They hit. Though the smaller of the two bodies crumbled first, the impact tore them both nearly to pieces, churning their centres to the surface and burying parts of their surfaces in the centr
If you are reading this in GCSE English class
Know that this is not a sonnet. It is not a piece of rap music
And it most definitely is not romantic.
Your teacher may push you to seek out meaning in the
unexplained line breaks, subtle symbols
Turn the page on its side, perhaps, and you will observe, contemplate, infer perhaps
the deeper allusions behind the bed of spikes
formed by this stanza,
representing the angst and the deathly cringe within the mind of some so-called poet
(hint: the line break is a metaphor for death)
Or is it a city skyline? Representing the tragedy of my home town.
Teacher is really grasping at straws here.
like THIS, like THAT! i WILL do ANyTHING
to KEEP this POem IN iAMbic FORM
shakeSPEARE would BE scorNING me FROM his GRAVE
but SCREW that, HE wrote HIS own RULES so WHY
can't I do THE same? OKay IT may NOT
be PROper PENtamETer AND those LAST
few LINE breaks WERE someTHING quite HIDeOUS
but WE'RE pushING onWARDS, riSING, fallING
bringING a NEW rhyTHM to EVEryDAY;
conVERsaTIONS and SPEEches WILL neVER
evER be THE same AND it WILL be GREAT!
if YOU hate IT at FIRST, get USED to IT
and TELL your FRIENDS the REvoLUtion's HERE
and IT won't EVen HAVE to RHYME, so THERE!
You are my favourite element, C?
Four bonds you offer, in strength and security
There is no element that you, carbon, will not embrace
So from the diamond on my ring to my true love's face
You make everything that matters in my life
Your covalent bonds could not be cut with a knife
Stronger than ruby, topaz and quartz
And every organic compounds depends on your supports
For it would not be organic without you, carbon
So much more reactive than neon and argon
If not for this fact, there would be no life
Carbon, I wish to make you my wife
So much more faithful than a human lover
I only want atoms under my bed covers
That collection of atoms may
You're lying on a park bench, watching the world go by. You've recently turned 14, and therefore too old to go in the playground, though it makes little difference to you now. Last summer they got rid of the big slide, health and safety reasons as such, and it's not been fun anymore. You have little to do while your little brother is enjoying the swings, so you take out your phone and play a game, pretending to look busy. But you soon give up.
Still, you could be indoors right now, doing homework in front of the TV, watching the same old sitcoms and getting stuck on the second question. So you enjoy the fresh air for what it is. Taking in a
They'd seen it in movies: every possible interpretation of the zombie apocalypse. Sometimes they walked, sometimes they ran, always they were deadly. But no one ever expected them to curse. In hindsight it shouldn’t have been at all surprising. It had been known for a while that the brain stores profanities differently from the rest of the rest of the language centre. There had been countless heartbreaking cases of patients recovering from a stroke and lost the power of speech. The joy of their loved ones when they started swearing, and the terrible disappointment when they realised that was the only thing they could say, was repeated t
Day 6. Well, I assume it's day 6, since it was nighttime when he last took me out, and it has probably passed midnight by now. Nonetheless it is difficult to accurately gauge the passing of time when I am imprisoned like this. I cannot see, nor hear a thing from outside. Furthermore, every one of my senses has been dulled. I do not feel hungry, tired or thirsty. Even my sense of touch is gone. Either that, or a force field suspends me inside a space that is too large for me to even reach the walls.
And yet, I quite like it in here. I didn't always though. At first I hated it. In fact the first time I was thrown in here, I was angry - burning
Day 1 - I said a fond farewell to my identical brothers and sisters as we left the production line and went our separate ways. We are all equally perfect, our components sized to tolerances of mere micrometres. May we all live perfect lives, with each of us a perfect user.
Day 2 - Bah, I am still waiting in this warehouse to be loaded onto the freight plane. At this rate I'll never leave China. DHL has a lot to answer for this.
Day 3 - Alright, after that unnecessary delay, I am at last loaded up with a pre-paid SIM card, and ready to meet my buyer. I can't wait.
Day 4 - My buyer is unboxing me all wrong. Oh well, I suppose she's my user n