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... he paused, “ well...a distortion this big could have only been caused by Godzilla.” The commander gasped in shock. “Was there any visual contact established?” he asked. “No sir, but our indications lead us to believe that the only possibly cause could only be Godzilla based only the fact that the distortion was so big.” “Very well. It is imperative that we establish visual contact before we take this whole thing way to far. Tell the pilot to determine his course, if he is headed for Tokyo we must take necessary actions.” “At once sir.” 45 minutes later on board a navy helicopter above the Pacific Ocean... “Good lord! It is Godzilla! I never believed I would see him again! ...

... before dropping trash on the ground. Our country needs to recycle… that is the end of it. We are filling our earth with trash… just think what could be in place of all those garbage dumps. If there was a revolution, I think that there should be a big change in the way we are taking care of our earth… because if we don’t, nothing else will matter because where will we be? Thirdly, if there were a revolution in 1998, we should create a better working system, make better jobs available to more people. Working for EVERYONE is a way of life, and unfortunately, there are not enough jobs for everyone. If there was a revolution, we should make more job space, and jack up the minimal wage so th ...

... looked as if they belonged to a forty year old man and not a seventeen year old boy. His tan skin and wide smile seemed out of place when one took in Amir's mohawk and torn black t-shirt. "It's a handicap spot." "Exactly," Amir said with a smirk. "I got you in my car, and you're a retard." "Fuck you," Aaron said, "I'll blast you Sylvester Stallone style." Amir burst into hysterical laughter. "You watch too much television." Aaron shrugged and slowly exhaled through his nose, decorated with a silver hoop ring through his septum (also self-pinned). He caught sight of himself in the rearview mirror. He felt cold. His eyes were alert, almost piercing. Around those fiery, stabbing eye ...

... felt as peace. They lived day to day on the food they grew and the milk from their cows. In my eyes, this kind of life is very fulfilling. There was always something fun to do and I was always spotted playing with the cows and chickens. Farm animals are only one type of animal I adore. I own three dogs, a bird and two degu, (which are like hamsters). I just love any type of animal, big or small. Their eyes are so innocent and their hearts are filled with love. They don’t judge by looks or grades, but solely on the size of your heart. I get very downhearted and angry when I see any animal being abused in any way. I feel that anyone who feels they have the right to abuse an animal sh ...

... have no such luck; they move into the charming town without a clue of it's underlying sickness and disagreeable citizens. One of my first discoveries was the river that passed through the middle of town. I was only a kid, maybe ten, when I started fishing by the edge of the river. It wasn't easy finding the perfect location; this was a place where I would want to be alone, a place to get away from the unhappiness that would spread like fire through my home on occasion. This time away was possibly the most important thing to me then. When I turned eleven years old, one of my favorite gifts was a large book. When the moment was right, I ran upstairs to my bedroom, opened the book, and fou ...

... conflict is turning against us, threatening to destroy all that we have accomplished. It is time for us as nations and as individuals to set aside our long-standing feuds and unite. The tides of an unwinnable war are upon us and we must seek refuge upon higher ground lest we be swept away by the flood. The confederacy is no more. Whatever semblance of unity and protection it once provided is a phantom - a memory. With our enemies left unchecked, whom will you turn to for protection? The devastation brought by the alien invaders is self-evident. We have seen our homes and communities destroyed by the calculated blows of the Protoss. We have seen first-hand our friends and loved ...

... Kyle was a loner, and a struggling loner at that. "Good morning Kyle," said Joel. "G' mornin'," mumbled Kyle in a saddened voice. Joel instantly sensed that something was wrong and upon further questioning found that Kyle had lost yet another one of his “bimbo” type girlfriends. Joel pretended to be sorry for him for a while, then they spoke of work. Kyle never really envied Joel's success or his life until that day. Kyle was trying one the new reality simulators called "American Dream", which was a program which enabled the user to have an ideal American life. Kyle experienced things that he had never before experienced; the love of a child, the security of your ...

... down, his half naked self-mutilated body glowing red under my lights. His arm is reaching out at me, trying to pull me into his twisted Willy Wonka world. I close my eyes and concentrate, leaving my ears, my nose, and my mind to do all the work for themselves. Realizing the stench in my room has gotten quite bad, I light some insense. It's almost 11:30, and I don't seem to be getting much writing done, so I'll sucumb to the greater power known as t.v.. I turn on Dave and hop under the four blankets which heat my badly insulated body throught the cold winter nights. I watch t.v. till the mighty predator called sleep attacks me and puts me under its hallucnogenic spell. ...

... foot two inch construction worker to a skinny very sick man. My mother pulled me aside one day about a week after we all found out he was terminally ill and explained to me what was going to happen. The next day I went to go see him at the hospital. The minute I saw him I started to cry he grabbed my hand and told me “stop crying it’s not that bad “ The family tried to convince him to get the treatment he needed to stay alive a while longer but he refused. He passed away a month later. One thing my father asked me was not to cry at his funeral. It was hard for me to follow his request but I did. My family could not understand why I was not crying and they were. They thought of me b ...

... of her door. The private room was cold and dark with green tile covering the walls halfway. She had tubes in her nose, her head bandaged heavily, her arms in casts and her neck in a brace. She had a long cut along her right cheekbone. "You're still beautiful, little Angela," Martin murmured softly to himself as tears welled up in his eyes. He turned away and walked down the hall to the private lounge. As he walked in and sat down, he scanned the people already there. There was a seemingly nice older couple, two middle-aged women and a young boy. "I REALLY hope her foot feels better after surgery," one of the women said. "No you don't, Susie. You're the one that didn' ...