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The Monkey's Paw Letter
Hello there, Sasha! May you promptly read this message as soon as you receive it? I am loathsome of this abrupt request. However, it is highly substantial of you to genuinely listen to me! Mother informed me that you had a safe destination to India. However, I have a major concern as to what events will occur during your stay. From reading the letter more closely explaining the itinerary in the mail yesterday from the People to People Student Ambassadors Program, it appears that you all will be going to visit the National Museum of New Delhi, India. At this museum, you all will participate in a so called "splendid" activity involving the sinister monkey's paw. From my research, legend has it that anyone who wishes on the paw will obliviously have to sacrifice something in return for the wish. The risks are fatal! Somehow, the paw returned to its origin, India and landed in this majestic museum. Do you realize what this means? This indicates that you are interfering with the
War Vs. Peace: What Is Peace?
Thou shall not murder Thou shall not commit adultery Thou shall not steal These are just a few of the Ten Commandments found in the Holy Bible. However, ask yourself, do the individuals in the world today who profess to do what is moral and just really do the right thing? This can be heavily noted in our world's government. War. The war is viewed as something that is supposed to create peace in the world by keeping our so called "enemies" away from our country and protect our citizens and peers, but is taken advantage of to commit crimes and create disturbance. Is death really necessary in order to accomplish peace between our nations? Along with killing, there are often ignored crimes committed by soldiers. Many in the army molest and purposely kill innocent citizens, especially in the Middle East.
If you are looked upon as being such a mighty person, then you should be bragged about in having such a strong character by fighting with your words; not your huge tanks, gun
Dying To Be Alive
If you knew Malcolm Collins, you would usually depict a mischievous, manipulative man in his mid-20's. You see, not a day could pass by without him ever complaining of his so-called lonely lifestyle. Although, some people did view him to have high popularity. Many of his colleagues thought of Malcolm to be eccentric, which was a great contribution to his notoriety. With that devilish smile, Malcolm always gave the impression that he was inventing new tricks up his sleeve. And this impression was indeed proved to be correct. For this reason, not a single soul was astounded when the word got out on the town that Malcolm was the murderer of the only man who would befriend him, and who used to be- his most cherished ally.
" But sir! I mean it! I did not commit the crime! It wasn't me!", cried Malcolm boyishly, struggling to break free from the officers' restraint. There it was. The time was now. Malcolm's vindictive ways caught up with him; he would now be spending te
Mom and Dad
Mom and Dad, how could I begin
To describe the love that I have for you both from within
You both hold a special place in my heart
So to express this love, this is how I will start
Dad, I can remember in the shadows of the night
In your arms, you would hold me oh so tight
Mom, my sun, my moon, my dear
I remember you always taught me to never have fear
Whenever I need you guys, you are always there
Everyday, you show me that you care
I would not know what to do if you weren't in my life
I thank God everyday for you giving me my life
An Ode To My Sister
Johnetra, Johnetra, oh my lovely sister, Johnetra.
Oh how I love you!
You are my shadow.
Everywhere you go, I follow.
I can't ever get enough of you, no matter how much I see you.
You are my true inspiration.
Every time I need you, you are always there.
You always put me first no matter what the circumstance may be.
How beautiful are you.
You know the way you always have my back?
Well guess what love; I have your back too.
For you are always in my heart; may we never part.
There once was this girl named Helen
One day, she tried to split a melon
The juices didn't flow
So she hit it with her toe
All Helen could do was keep yelling
Lulu and Her Tutu
There once was a little girl named Lulu
One day, she fell and split her tutu
People around her giggled
This made Lulu wiggle
Poor little Lulu and her tutu
Corps De Ballet
The rehearsal room,
a piano reciting time,
dancers learning steps
Each must deploy her body
with precision, art and grace.
i dunnoDid you forget me?
No, I forgot who I am.
I do not care now.
I never knew who I was.
Do you remember?
I do not care to reflect.
I do not want to.
The black and the red,
costumes animated by
the dancers' passion
Lithe bodies, swirling fabric
dramatising love and death.
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