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G20 Conducts First Ever World Domination Board Game
World leaders met today at the G20 conference in Geneva Switzerland. Among the topics discussed were the high cost and general tragedy of war. Russian leader Dmitry Medvedev, president Obama, and Chinese president Hu Jintao along with other notables such as Syrian leader Bashar Al-Assad and Robert Mugabe all joined together to condemn war.
Also discussed was the shared desire for complete world domination. The discussion lead to an agreement that all world leaders would participate in a modified game of risk for complete world domination.
As of now the Texas territory belongs to Mexico, Greenland belongs to Ireland. and Congo belongs to South Africa. Right now it is Russia's turn, it is not known yet if they will attack Afganistan territory or if they will push through to Alaska. Stay tuned as we bring you continuing coverage of the G20 games.
Sabrina tried to stop mentally drooling over the girl and tried to focus on the current situation. She was getting de-popularized by her ex-bestfriend Ally. She was apparently no longer needed and was considered disgusting in her eyes. And to that group of girls, Ally's eyes were the only ones that mattered.
Everyone was staring, and they all knew why this was happening. it's like they were all scared to say the word though.
"Lesbian." Sabrina snapped back into reality only to see the gray haired, skin-and-bones Mrs. Finch lecturing Ally on homophobia. It's not that she cared, it's that she had to. School code says, and everybody. I mean everybody, followed the rules around here.
After school, Sabrina skipped the bus ride and walked home. She trudged home. "My life is so over" she grumbled to herself.
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The next day at 7:00 AM sharp, Sabrina's alarm went off. She blinked, irritated at the alarm for waking her up, irritated at Ally for being a b***h. She was just irritated at everything. She was still wearing the same Aero jeans that she came home in.
When she got to school, she felt like the word "lesbian" was written on her forehead. She got weird looks from both students and teachers. 'Why did I have to come out now?' she asked herself, regretting even thinking about doing it.
During Math class, Chrissy, Ally's new right-hand-b***h started a chain of text messages. Some how, Sabrina received the text. She almost threw up on her integers worksheet. She put her hand up, "Mr. Hudson, can I use the washroom please?" she asked.
Mr. Hudson nodded. Of course, as Sabrina left the classroom there were hushed whispers and quiet giggles.
Some how, Sabrina ended up bawling her eyes out in the school counselor's office. "I don't get why they can't realize. I'm still the same f***ing person I was before I came out." The counselor nodded.
Sabrina felt like banging her head against the desk. Nobody got it. She mentally kicked everyone in the face, everyone who pretended to sympathize but they didn't get it.
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Sabrina called her Mom. "Mom?" she said "Can you come get me?"
"But it's not the end of they day, honey. You not feeling good?" her Mom asked. She showed up 10 minutes later and they drove to Starbucks. "You look like you have somethin' to say, Sabrina" her Mother said, sounding concerned.
Sabrina gulped. 'I guess now is better then never' she thought to herself. "Mom..." her voice trailed off. "I'm a lesbian."
Her Mother's face got red and her eyes got puffy. "Why?" she asked, sounding completely devestated. Sabrina shrugged.
"I just am." Sabrina's Mother got up and rushed out to the car. Sabrina stood up and started to walk after her but she sped away.
Sabrina collapsed on the sidewalk and started to cry. She curled herself into a ball, not even caring that she was being stared at by everyone.
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Sabrina didn't come home that night, and three days later she was found hanging from a bright yellow rope, attached to a tree behind the school she attended.
On her forehead in bold black letters read the word 'lesbian.'
That was captivating to me - even as a straight guy who doesn't give a damn about gayness. I can get the sense of how she was feeling. Typically when I read work by people with Aspergers their writings don't have this quality - the writting is often overly descriptive. This had emotional impact and you described how she was feeling without letting on to much. The end was still suprising. Very well done.
The African Origin of the Ancient Egyptians
^ Non-fiction essay that I was originally going to submit to a peer-reviewed anthropology journal but decided against it because I felt I hadn't earned the academic clout yet.
I read the work, in all it is fantastic. The paper was amazingly informative - I think about more than 60 biographical references! I learned so much, from the facial genetics among African-Americans to the influence of Sub-Saharan Africa on the Egyptian culture. You supported your thesis, thoroughly discrediting the "Dynastic" theory of Egyptian origin. You also explained how researchers reached their conclusions - for instance the curly hair range. You also made the argument from many different angles - the wide diversity of the African people, skeletal structures of Egyptians vs the Sudanese, the likeness of hair folicles - establishing that they were within the tolerance of African genealogy.
There was only one part which did not live up to the rest of the paper. The conclusion seemed tangential to the thesis of the paper. Bringing up, almost out of the blue, the subject of racism in a paper that seemed to be based almost exclusively on anthropology.
Beginning:
Conclusion:
This conclusion seemed to come out of nowhere when put in context with the rest of the paper. There was no elaboration on the racist conceptions present in American or European culture previously in the paper. There was no support for the phenomenon that Black artwork in films or television documentaries were at all impacted by a view of historical inferiority.
In order to have this paper be suitable for academic publication - which it seems certainly worthy of - you need to address the irrelevence of the conclusion in relation to the rest of the paper. Either elaborate more on the false racist concepts earlier in the paper, or edit the last paragraph.
I hope you decide to do the first, I liked the conclusion, I thought it was a good twist, but it just needs to be built up so it doesn't seem so random. It almost feels as though the conclusion was rushed.
It was really informative, and I liked your other papers as well. You write great academic works.
^ Thanks a lot!
Today I'm posting the 682-word opening scene to a short story set in North America's Great Plains during the last ice age. Feedback appreciated as always!
“You excited about the big hunt, son?” he heard a kind voice say.
Cougar Eye turned his head to see his father Red Rock smiling down on him. The youth shrugged and said, “I suppose so.”
“That didn’t sound sincere. Is something bothering you?” Red Rock gently laid a hand on his son’s shoulder.
It took a while for Cougar Eye to force up the courage to reply. “I don’t know if I could ever be a hunter.”
“What? Don’t put yourself down like that. Of course you can be a hunter. You’ve trained all those years.”
“It’s not a question of whether I am capable of hunting. It’s just that…I don’t know if I want to.”
Red Rock’s brow furrowed in confusion. “What in the Creator’s name do you mean? Every man your age wants to go on a mammoth hunt. It’s what separates the men from the boys.”
Cougar Eye hesitated again. How was he going to explain his feelings to his father? Maybe he could get Red Rock to see what he was seeing. “Look at those mammoths. Are they not majestic?”
“They are, my son, but since they’re all female, we won’t be hunting them. We’re after the bulls.”
“No, that’s not what I meant. I mean, just look at them! Do you really have the spirit to take the lives of such beautiful animals?”
“And do you want to sleep outside a tipi’s warmth? Do you want to go around without your clothes or moccasins? Do you want to live without ever tasting meat? You know our people depend on hunting for everything we need. It is the way of life on the plains.”
Cougar Eye was silent again. He had to admit his father had made a valid point, for almost everything their tribe needed to survive had indeed been made from hunters’ kills. Still, that was not enough to soothe his conscience. “But it is so cruel! We are to these animals what the knifetooth is to us, and do we not try to keep the knifetooth from eating us?”
“Yes, but there is nothing wrong with the knifetooth wanting to hunt us. It must hunt so it can live, and we in turn must hunt so we ourselves can live. Besides, just as we try to fight back when the knifetooth attacks us, so does our game fight back when we attack them.”
“But why did the Creator make it so that some animals must kill other animals so they can live? Why couldn’t he make us all live off, say, grass or rock?”
“Because there is only so much grass in the world. If all animals ate just grass, there would be nothing to keep them from eating up all the grass. Only hunters like us and the knifetooth can keep the grass-eaters in check. It’s cruel, yes, but no other way can work. Now, do you wish to prove your manhood or not?”
Cougar Eye nodded.
“Then you must go on the mammoth hunt whether you like it or not. It will be thrilling, I promise, even if it is dangerous.”
The youth said nothing. He simply ignored his father and returned to gazing at the mammoths. Even then he could not stop wrestling with what Red Rock had said. That had all been true, but the mere sight of these animals in all their magnificence was too tear-jerking for him to accept that they had to die for his people.
Cougar Eye would continue to be haunted by this even when he finally returned to his tipi for sleep.
BTW, "knifetooth" is their word for the saber-toothed cat Smilodon.
The whole Cougar Eye story has been finished and has been uploaded onto Scribd:
The Way of the Plains
The Way of the Plains
You are getting much better, your writing has improved dramatically, it's much easier to follow what's going on in the story.
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A creationist went to the zoo/world's best soap opera
Drama unfolds, family feuds and brotherly love
New births and recent deaths, violence and sex
Pressing your face against the glass, someone said it’s like
“The world’s best soap opera”
That child reminds you of your brother, his mother like your mother
It unsettles you, it captivates you and you don’t know what to think
Isn’t it scary? You’re dragged down deep into the uncanny valley
Staring at the faces of the characters, acting out their reality play
Your parents always told you were made in god’s image
The pinnacle of his creation
How long did this take? How many tweeks and edits?
Don’t question your faith now boy! You’re a Christian through and through
Says your mother, the same mother that reminds you of the female in the enclosure
Playing with the child that reminds you of your brother
You went to the zoo for fun and frolics
Not quite what you expected right?
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Coincidence on 34th street.
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Drama unfolds, family feuds and brotherly love
New births and recent deaths, violence and sex
Pressing your face against the glass, someone said it’s like
“The world’s best soap opera”
That child reminds you of your brother, his mother like your mother
It unsettles you, it captivates you and you don’t know what to think
Isn’t it scary? You’re dragged down deep into the uncanny valley
Staring at the faces of the characters, acting out their reality play
Your parents always told you were made in god’s image
The pinnacle of his creation
How long did this take? How many tweeks and edits?
Don’t question your faith now boy! You’re a Christian through and through
Says your mother, the same mother that reminds you of the female in the enclosure
Playing with the child that reminds you of your brother
You went to the zoo for fun and frolics
Not quite what you expected right?
that was good!
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Joined: 3 Jan 2009
Age: 32
Gender: Female
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Location: Stoke, England (sometimes :P)
Who Were the Carthaginians?
^ Another anthropology-themed article, this time discussing the possible ethnic makeup of the ancient Carthaginian civilization which is famous for producing the general Hannibal Barca. It's relatively short but I'm still proud of it.
Just began a new short story (it has 1,037 words so far). It's a fantasy story about a human mercenary who is hired by elves to fight orcs, but he experiences a conflict of consciences about his assignment. I have a mental outline almost fully fleshed out for this, but I won't spoil it here.
Finished my first draft of the story. It's 4,073 words long. I hope to publish the final draft in Fantasy Magazine soon.
^ Non-fiction essay that I was originally going to submit to a peer-reviewed anthropology journal but decided against it because I felt I hadn't earned the academic clout yet.
i would be interested in reading that subject
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I cannot write poetry, I know. I don't even LIKE poetry. No, I'm not seeking for you to go, "Aww, you're awesome, be nice to yourself!" I just wrote this and felt like posting it somewhere. Why? Good question. I don't know. I just starting writing and ended up with the following. Actually, considering the other vomit I come up with, this is pretty good lol. And it made me feel better. So I thought I'd share.
I really, really hate my brain.
It makes me want to cry.
From Asperger’s to OCD
I kinda wanna die.
If I was normal I’d have friends;
We’d all hang out down town.
We’d talk and laugh at the café
Until the sun went down
But I’m not normal and here I am
Sulking all alone
I have no friends and not much life.
I’ve nothing to call my own.
I focus hard on things I like,
But I can’t really hear much more.
So when I’m doing Algebra
I don’t hear the crying next door
So now I’m grounded and I think
“I didn’t know Baby was up!”
But my mom just thinks I’m a freak
And she’d be on the spot
I really, REALLY hate my brain
From depression to anxiety
Just thinking about how nuts I am
Makes me want to scream
I have no skills, not one at all
Can’t even remember to make my bed
And when it comes to academics
I procrastinate instead
Don’t get me wrong, I can be smart,
But I’m never smart enough
Socially I’m an idiot
And that what makes it tough
I wish I could look into the eyes
Of those who I’ve grown so attached
And prove to them that I’m no psycho
But not even I can say that’s fact!
Like the men of Queen once said,
I don’t really want to die.
I just wish I was never born
Or had the chance to be alive
I really, really hate my brain
It makes me want to yell
With all the crazy stuff inside it,
I’m probably going to Hell
I dream of zombies, vamps and ghouls
Of slasher films and blood
I dream of pulling out my hair
And drowning in a molten flood
I like to dress up as a monster
And scare those sissy saps
I’ll laugh at a dead baby joke
With a live one on my lap
Call me morbid, call me strange
Call me mean, repulsive, cruel
Or call me evil I don’t care
I already know that it’s not true
I mean, come now people, let’s be honest
Do you REALLY think
That I could really lose my mind
And kill without a blink?
I really, really hate my brain
I’m sick of being sick
But maybe my mind is sicker than
Is possible to fix
I swear, if I could write poems
Or a letter or a song
I’d tell you that I need your help
In mending what is wrong
I’d beg and plead for you to try
And revamp my broken head
But that just might be asking too much
So just be my friend instead?
I really, really hate my brain.
It makes me feel so dead.
If it would mean I’d be happy.
I’d take any other brain instead.
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I'm not mad, just terribly hurt.
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