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 In order to judge a “Pretty Good Year” one would need to know where this year starts and finishes. They would also need to know what makes a year good. I hate to reference my yearbook (which I got for free, original cost being $55) but it asks how you measure a year. By friendships, music notes or school assignments. I thought I don’t measure a year. I just muse on the question of whether it was good or bad. Let’s start the year in late August, early September of last year. A year ago. At the time I wasn’t hanging out with my friends during the summer, I was too busy on the computer and with volunteering 120 hours

 Anastasia watched as the water stole the blood away from the man’s hands. This time she was watching everything and hearing every thought that wheeled around in his head. He was in his mid twenties with brown hair at ear’s length. A slightly sickening smile stole over his face from time to time. He looked back down at his hands. Murder was a messy job. Ah, but how Roy looked so surprised! he thought as he recalled the hour before. James pulled out the shiny new silver copy of Roy’s loft key. It wasn’t hard to pick them out of his coat pocket. When you leave your coat on your chair for a coffee break you almost deserve t

Destruction In my opinion… the best way to conquer the world is with a very large weapon. Possibly of mass destruction. It’s basically a hostage situation, in my mind. I would make/buy this weapon of mass destruction (one capable of blowing this clump of dirt we call Earth to smithereens) and then letting everyone know that if they won’t do everything that I command they’re history. No, history wouldn’t exist without Earth and it’s ever-destroying human beings. History, after all, is merely composed by man and without man history doesn’t really exist. Now, one may ask what I would do if I fell asleep, and

 Anastasia awoke to a damp and itchy feeling. She tilted her head up to observe what was causing this, but in the process of doing so her muscles ached and demanded she stop. What had happened? She saw she was caked in a layer of mud, and no wonder; she was lying in a vast expanse of it. She struggled to her elbows despite the protest from her tired body. She looked around; there was a barren land ahead of her. In every direction it was the same; mud. Occasionally she could see sticklike things that poked out of the mess. Her curiosity won the battle against muscles and she got up to investigate. She walked a few steps, aching all the way, an