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... which activates the slider mechanism and opens the door. Below the CD-ROM drive is a 3”x 5” disk drive. There is also only one button on the front of the disk drive, which is used to eject a disk. I am now going to move from the front of the box to the back of the box. As I look for a way to remove the casing, I notice there are many receptacles for the respective devices they control. Along with two large fans, which remind me of small air conditioning units, there is a small black switch, which controls the life of the box. As I unscrew the five small screws, which hold the casing in place, I wonder about what amazements lie within. Will there be thousands of small wires protrud ...

... at for a short period of time, I remember being constantly pulled aside and being told that I wasn’t bagging the groceries properly. The strange part was that when my boss would tell me these things he would always take me to isle seven to yell and scream at me. Why couldn’t he take me into his office where it would be private? Instead he would make a big scene in front of all the old women shopping for those lovely canned foods and completely embarrass me. I never understood that. There was another reason why I knew my boss wasn’t the brightest candle on the cake. I always had to remind him that I only worked on Mondays and Wednesdays, but he could never grasp the concept. For ...

... white people knew I could read and write that they would end up selling you. And I didn’t want that. I never had known my mother. Father said that she died in the course of having me. I felt sad because I felt it was my fault she died. Father said it was nobody’s fault and that he’s very happy I was born. And that he’s happy I am his daughter. Dad said she was beautiful and kind. He has no pictures of her because he was never allowed to have a camera. She worked on the farm with dad and she got pregnant. The white people allowed them to have a child. I was surprised. Especially if they won’t let you read or write Well, dad was very up tight about the plan. He had to get us ou ...

... turned my head towards her and nodded. Little did she know what kind of thoughts were going through my head at the time. After what she had just said I don't think that I will be able to stand it. I knew that I was a free boy, I made up my own rules and nobody was going to sivilize me no matter what! The house came into view after walking for a few miles. I entered first with Aunt Sally walking right behind me. She said , “Tomorrow were are going shopping to buy you some new clothes and shoes”. “The ones that you currently own will be thrown away”. “Now why don't you go up stairs and take a bath so you're clean for supper”. While walking up the stairs it hit me, I had ...

... read that were on the summer reading list but would not have to go to the library to get a hold of. My mother is a big book reader so I checked her collection and I found one. "The Terminal Man" By: Michael Crichton. To my surprise I actually enjoyed reading this book. I don't like reading that much, I rather watch a movie. This book however was different. It was really suspenseful and hard to put down. I know my story sounds really convincing but I will prove to you any way that I read this book by giving you a quick summary of the novel. Harry Benson, the main character, is a 31 year old computer scientist. About 4 years back he got into a car accident and got brain damage which cause ...

... there, even your elite guard was lost, These CANNOT BE MORTALS YOUR MAJESTY!” The King turned and took a good look at his general. Ragnoth was a tall man, and yet for his age he seemed far, far older. He bore enough scars for an army. He had the strength of 2 blacksmiths in his old age. Well he was not that old, Ragnoth was barely fifty. He carried a long thin bladed sword on his back, and he knew how to use it. His armour shimmered, made of a very strong steel-titanium-gold alloy. He had survived the barbarian wars, and had been decorated with many honors. He was no mere mortal himself. The king was of an ancient age, of ancient people, of an ancient time. He was one 0f the few ...

... that he understood the material, too. So I figured out a new way of tutoring, which became more efficient later. I went through every problem with him, step by step, and corrected the errors he made. I read the textbook before teaching him so that I was well prepared to tutor him. He started to ask questions, and I answered and explained how to do those problems with him. On the last day of tutoring, my brother handed me a delicate gift, a wonderful angel doll, and thanked me for spending my summer vacation teaching him. From this tutoring job, I learned to be more patient, the value of preparation, to work with people, and to enjoy what I do. I tried my best to put myself in the stud ...

... kept talking but I couldn't hear her. If it was because of the music or just how shocked I was. Anyway she started to walk away and she motioned for me to follow her. In my state of shock I followed her through the crowd to their dressing room backstage. Being backstage was the experience of my life; I never wanted to leave. Everything was free and to me at the time the two best things were I was underage and drinking and I was hanging out with my favorite band. When I finally sat down and talked to them I could not believe how laid back and happy to talk to me they where. I mean they didn't care about making money as much as they cared about making their fans happy. Shawn the rodi ...

... a hologram, but you could see and hear him. He seemed to be pleading for his life. I could not see whom he was talking to, but I don't think it was a person. The man was balding and looked like he was in his upper forties. He was saying, "I am sorry for coming into your house. I thought it was empty. Please! Please! Let me go. I won't say anything; I didn't see you murder him. No! Don't! Ahhhhhhh! Stop..." Then he fell to the floor after I heard a sickening crack. I raced out of that room only to find myself in the hallway again. I decided it was time for me to leave! I went quickly down stairs and went to the door I came in at. I turned the handle and nothing happened. I was lock ed in! F ...

... The wire of tension draws tight. Like and umbilical cord, the hunter has bonded with his prey, forever, bonded by the life and death chase. The fuse of life burns shorter, bringing the hunter closer, close, and then the final intimacy of the kill! Does the dumb beast know its fate? Can he guess its fate? Can he sense his fate shadowing him, silently, stealthily? He pondered his ideas and saw some tracks. HALF A DAY BEHIND "I wonder what his flesh will taste like. Will it be tough? Will it bee..... AAAAACK!" Solomon gripped his hand on an icy branch. A snow capped tree had covered the pit layed before him, a trap by the animal which he was following. ...