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Miscellaneous Stories
Nigel
& Phil
Nigel and Phil were good friends. They went to school together and now drank in
the same local pub.
Phil was great with women. He never had any trouble getting a date and
his leg over. He knew loads of stuff
about women.
Nigel drank with him in the local pub as
often as possible just in case some off it would rub off on him.
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The night was cloudy and moonless. It was the perfect night for this. Ian had everything he was supposed to wear out on the flight deck of the USS Jeaneu after dark: A cranial and a float coat to save his life incase he went overboard and a set of dog tags. On his dog tags that hung around his neck, Ian had engraved a saying
that had been passed through his family for generations "To hate is to
die, hate death, d...
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An Activist Studying Mao’s Works
From about 1963, a movement of Studying Chairman Mao’s Works began. During the Cultural Revolution, the movement was the most important thing in everybody’s everyday life. The Vice-chairman Lin Biao said: “We should read Chairman Mao’s Works, listen to Chairman Mao and do according to Chairman Mao’s instruction.”
Chairman Mao’s W...
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And so, I found myself wasting yet another Friday with my father. We pulled up to the gym across the street from the church at 9:32 P.M., both of us peaceful in our silence. It was only a few hours before I was smoking pot in a forest with some friends and I was still grumbling about what a waste of time it was. I would have told my father all about considering he did that sort of thing when he was a kid, but he was too fragile at this point. M...
05/11/2008 | 81 Hits | 2 comments |   (2 votes) | Read more...
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New York
I was lying on the bed in my hotel room, listening to the drone of the street below. The sound was loud and overpowering, like nothing I had heard before. It was the sound of New York. I grew up believing that Oslo, the capital of Norway, my home country, was large. Turned out I was wrong. Anyway, I was lying on a hotel bed in New York next to a beautiful girl whose name I’d forgotten. I was happy, happy like I had never been ...
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I saw her as she walked out of a restaurant. She was a petite, dark haired girl with stunning blue eyes. She caught my attention not only by the fact that she was incredibly beautiful, but also by her peculiar way of walking. Two aluminum crutches were tucked under her arms, making her look vulnerable. I stopped, stared at these old fashioned devices, and wondered when I had last seen someone walking on crutches. It must have been many years ag...
05/10/2008 | 101 Hits | 5 comments | (2 votes) | Read more...
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Why did you have to kill him? You could have worked something out. After all he did call you friend. Did that mean nothing to you, or are you just too corrupt? Did your want for power and justice blind you? I guess so, you’re evil! I can never forgive you for what you did. I loved him; he was a role model to me…no to us. He was what everyone wanted to be.
What I loved most was his funny quirks. Like the way he sat, ...
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There was a perfect moment of clarity in that second, where I knew exactly how to do it and what would come of it. When, as a concept, dissolved like aspirin in water. The present existed. The past refused to.
You were wearing boxing gloves like horses wear horseshoes. I remember that time, when you had to drop into a class to drop a paper off and I waited outside on one side of the hallway. When you went...
05/09/2008 | 66 Hits | 2 comments | (2 votes) | Read more...
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A Fearful Night
With the progressing of ‘Breaking Four Olds’, the situation of the ‘four elements’ was getting worse. A strong wind of ‘completely wiping out all the exploiting classes’ blew from the center. Many people who were the ‘four elements’ or who were considered to be, were driving away from the cities to their home villages. Some of them were killed by the Red guard...
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A Superlative ForgivenessbyJosprel Matthew 6:5-15 Several years ago in an American city, a gang of skinheads beat to death a teenaged foreign exchange student from an Eastern country. The paren...
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tale as old as time
true as it can be
She turn her gaze away from the mirror she's holding. The singing princess got her attention. 'She have a nice voice alright!'
barely even friends
then somebody bends unexpectedly
She would have come closer had it not been for the six dwarfs blocking her way. 'Six? Aren't these dwarfs supposed to be seven?' She look around and not so distant she fo...
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i believe that some day i will die. i hope that
it is not while i am asleep peacefully for i have lived my life and i
would like to know when the curtains are being drawn as i go. we are
only given one death and i don't want to waste mine while i sleep.
when i pass away my family and friends will morn. people will come from
afar to visit and see me. but if it shall happen sooner than later this
is how i want it to unfold.....
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‘A friend in need is a blasted nuisance’ – so goes the corrupted version of the saying. What the phrase in its original form does is to turn this colloquialism around. ‘A friend in need is a friend indeed’ is a statement that the ones who stand by you in times of trouble are those whom you can truly regard as friends. With this in mind I failed a good friend completely through self-interest when I was needed, and t...
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Breaking the Four Olds
The storm of ‘breaking the four olds’ covered all the villages of the Maidian People’s Commune. The Red Guards went everywhere to break the ‘four olds’, tearing all the paintings except Chairman Mao’s smashing all the chinaware that was painted or even had patterns and collecting all the books, except Chairman Mao’s works, and throwing them in the fire.
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I lugged my pile of books up the twisting stairs and down the dark hallways until I reached the entrance to the library. It was the old library, built sometime in the early nineteen hundreds and named after a Walters, who was a legacy of the school. At that moment, I had no concern for the heritage of the library. I was too wrapped up in my latest thesis and needed to finish my twenty page paper as soon as possible. I always took refuge in the ...
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We were walking out of class. We, was Sarah and I.
“Cowboy boots! Who wears cowboy boots, honestly?”
“Right? Maybe the Wells Fargo carriage picks him up after classes.”
We laughed, and we paused. The sidewalk ended here, splitting in two directions. One was the parking lot. That was my route, and on the lucky days it was hers too. The other l...
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Five small wooden figurines sat atop a shelf. Each one was a small carving of an animal, pig, bear, fox, snake and a monkey. The shelf was nailed into the stones of the basement. With a chilling creek the basement door opened to let false light in. The shadowy figure clomped his way down the stairs, each one moaning in protest. He approached the shelf and studied the tiny figurines before placing another next to the monkey. It was a horse, i...
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A pale moon rose in the night sky, shining down on the rippling waters below. A small river cut through a wide valley, running smoothly over rock and earth. A figure bathed nude in the river, basking in the feel of cool water on her skin, and in the silver glow of the moon.
She stood in the water, golden hair clinging to golden skin, the river’s tears sliding down her back. She lifted her arms over her head, her breasts lift...
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Useless---By Christina Workman
“You work hard…all day and I do nothing! I don’t work. I…sit around..sit around all day doing nothing. I’M USELESS!!!”
He lay beside her stroking her long brown hair. That is one of the many things he loved about her. She had had these so called “hissy-fits” when they were together before. This time around was different. He was making an attempt to un...
05/07/2008 | 99 Hits | 3 comments | (2 votes) | Read more...
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It was a Saturday morning, forwarding towards the afternoon. Bhaskar had his house build in the west of the eastern mountains. He had never felt the morning sun in his house. Today, he had just woken up that the call bell had rung. When he opened the door, he was handed over a letter by a postman, who appeared quite old for the job of letter delivery.
After closing the doors, Bhaskar went to his study and looked at the envelope. ...
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