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The Beauty of Today
So, recently I came across a post about women getting these ‘brilliant make-overs,’ and I got a tad uncomfortable. I suppose it is because, despite being only eighteen, I have never understood why people were so focused on make-up and the way they look. Personally, I have always found that women tend to look far better without make-up. Now, please do not think for a second that I am attempting to sway you one way or the other or that I am simply disregarding make-up all together. I remember that in eighth grade and ninth grade, I was notorious for wearing too much eyeliner (my mother told me I had raccoon-eyes.) However, if done correctly, make-up can change the way a person looks. This knowledge comes from being a make-up artist for theatre productions at my high school for three and a half years.
With that in mind, I still feel like women today, and especially teenage girls, feel that, in order to look like what society wants them to, they must wear make-up at all t
New Laws On Bullying The topic I have chosen in bullying/suicide and what schools/state governments are doing about it. I am making a proposal argument that schools and state governments should redefine the term bullying and create more laws in order to fight it. My reasons why are as follows:
1. Bullying is starting at a younger age than ever before; more and more students in primary schools suffer from harsher bullying by their peers, and those peers doing the bullying are not being punished correctly.
2. We live in a world where there is no ‘number one.’ Students are taught that everyone is a winner and no one is a looser; this is not the real world, and we are deluding our children into thinking this way. Because of this, bullies are lead to believe that they are good at everything, when in reality they are not.
3. Students who are bullied by their peers at a young age move to either end of a very narrow spectr
Jade WatersMy heart was pounding, hard and fast, hard enough that I thought my ribs might crack. My attempts at keeping my breath steady were failing miserably. The muscles in my arms and legs were exhausted, a strange numbness spreading through my extremities like a deadly plague threatening to pull my under the surface. I bobbed lower in the lukewarm waters of the lake.
“Come on.” Brooke urged, her hands deftly shoving the noodle-floaties out of the way. My stomach dropped and I reached for the ladder, the dock, anything to keep me from sinking. I silently chastised myself for boasting so much; I couldn’t swim well in water this deep, and I knew it. I clung to the ladder, wrapping my legs securely around the bottom rung so that my hands could be free.
“Are you sure?” I checked for the millionth time. Brooke rolled her eyes and nodded. Before I could allow myself to doubt her again, I untangled myself and pushed off to
Glass VialThe ugly fluorescent glow bounces sharply off of the hard, plastic casing of the computer monitors. On a light brown table, in a darkened corner of the silent room, sits a faint glimmer of hope; a small, glass vial, the brown cork still in place after all these years. Inside rests a rolled slip of yellowing paper, its corners sharp from lack of handling. In cordial script, small and difficult to make out, the words ‘Declaration of Independence’ sweep across the stiff parchment.
Thick, calloused fingers lift the small vial with practiced caution. A deep, commanding voice, resonating with knowledge and authority, booms across the humid room.
“Who knows why this document is important?” muses the voice. Fingers tap on hard, wooden desks, drumming out a discordant rhythm. No one answers the question, all assuming it to be rhetorical. The answer is obvious, the fingers seem to whisper. Why answer? Tir
Tough Lesson: ExpositionFinally. I took a deep breath, releasing it through my nose in a loud huff, and closed my eyes. It was done. My lips twitched at the corners, morphing into a full-blown grin. I clicked on the printer icon and made my way around the desk, my heart pounding so hard in my chest that, for a second, I feared my ribs would break. The paper was warm, the sweet scent of ink dancing in front of me as I scanned my story. My mind was oddly empty, all of my creativity spent on this one project that I had dedicated hours of research and thought and energy on. Closing my eyes once more, I thought back to the summer, to the book series that started me down this particular path, and suddenly I remembered what Mom had told me earlier that day.
“We’re going to go visit Grandma and Grandpa tomorrow, okay, honey? Make sure you pack any toys or books or whatever you want to take.” Mom had said.
Going to visit Grandma… The
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CancerCancer, the fourth sign of the zodiac, is all about home. Those born under this sign are 'roots' kinds of people, and take great pleasure in the comforts of home and family. Cancers are maternal, domestic and love to nurture others. More than likely, their family will be large, too -- the more, the merrier! Cancers will certainly be merry if their home life is serene and harmonious. Traditions are upheld with great zest in a Cancer's household, since these folks prize family history and love communal activities. They also tend to be patriotic, waving the flag whenever possible. A Cancer's good memory is the basis for stories told around the dinner table, and don't be surprised if these folks get emotional about things. Those born under this sign wear their heart on their sleeve, which is just fine by them.
The mascot of Cancer is the Crab, and much like this shelled little critter, Cancers are quick to retreat into their shells if it suits their mood. No wonder these folks are called c
Caraco ''Breviario del Caos'' 72Se gli uomini non sperassero in nulla, la loro sorte non sarebbe più la stessa, se gli uomini non credessero in nulla, la loro condizione forse muterebbe: così invece, la speranza e la fede non solo accrescono i loro mali, ma fanno anche la fortuna dei loro padroni, e gli spirituali, malgrado la loro santità, non possono essere altro che i loro cani da guardia. Nel Giorno del Giudizio, né la speranza né la fede saranno perdonate, visti i morti che avranno fatto nascere e gli agonizzanti che esse inducono a moltiplicare il loro seme fino all'ultimo respiro. Se gii uomini non sperassero in nulla, le donne invecchierebbero sterili, se gli uomini non credessero in nulla, preferirebbero alla fecondazione i vizi, i vizi li renderebbero meno infelici del dovere, il dovere è molto peggiore dei vizi, il dovere è un radicamento nella calamità. Eccola messa a nudo, la verità, da sempre il metterla a nudo è un reato e si capisce
the 5 elementsThe 5 Elements of the Wiccan Religion
By Brian Edner
The Wiccan religion is a modern pagan religion that was developed in the first half of the 20th century. There are many parts to it, and one of them is the principle of 5 elements. These elements are Water, Earth, Fire, Air, and Spirit. The pentagram is a 5 pointed star that is inside a circle, this represents the 5 elements. According to the religion, each element has a direction, color, season, time of day, symbols, and aspects associated to it. This next part I am saying only to prevent others from criticizing me later, THIS IS NOT DEVIL WORSHIP, there may be some similarity with the symbols, there are not the same.
The first Element is Earth, the element of plants, rocks, and soil. Earth has ties to the north, the colors green and brown, wintertime, and midnight. Earth is a very stable element, and it grounds energies, be it lightning or magic. This is also the element of birth, death, and fertility. Do not plants grow from the e
Il Castello di Otranto 1
"Il Castello di Otranto - Una Storia Gotica - " di Horace Walpole
(Titolo originale: "The Castle of Otranto, a Gothic Story")
Manfredi, principe di Otranto, aveva un figlio e una figlia: quest'ultima, una vergine di rara bellezza, aveva diciotto anni e si chiamava Matilda. Corrado, il figlio, di tre anni più giovane, era un fanciullo pallido e malaticcio, di natura tutt'altro che promettente; eppure era il prediletto del principe, che non aveva mai mostrato alcun segno d'affetto per Matilda. Manfredi aveva combinato per suo figlio un matrimonio con Isabella, figlia del marchese di Vicenza, la quale era già stata consegnata dai suoi tutori nelle mani di Manfredi, così che le nozze potessero venir celebrate non appena la salute cagionevole di Corrado lo avesse permesso. L'impazienza di Manfredi riguardo alla cerimonia era stata notata dai familiari e dai vicini. I familiari, in verità, timorosi del carattere severo del principe, non osavano dar
Fosca 29 (prima parte)
Sì, nel segreto del mio cuore io giustificava Fosca. Se volendolo l'avesse potuto, il suo amore sarebbe stato puro. Ella avrebbe voluto amarmi come una sorella; ella comprendeva la sublimità di questo affetto, e soffriva di non poterlo conservar tale. Ciò era tutto, in lei non vi era dunque alcuna colpa.
Questa pagine che mi scrisse durante la sua malattia ne erano la prova più evidente:
"Mio Giorgio - Ti scrivo subito oggi benché il medico me l'abbia vietato. Non posso credere alla mia felicità, a me stessa. Poterti scrivere! Avere una persona cui poter dire ciò che si soffre! E sapere che queste sensazioni, questi sentimenti, queste sofferenze sono divise!... Non l'avrei mai sperato, non l'avrei mai sperato!
Anche prima di esser certa del tuo amore ho voluto illudermi che tu accettassi e avessi care le mie confidenze, ho voluto provare un'ombra di questa gioia, ti ho scritto quasi tutti i giorni; ma mio Dio! sapeva bene che tu non
the DelayedTime in the universe is delayed by light.There is undoubtedly a hiatus between what actually happens in the universe and what we see happening.Science has always mastered predictions far in the universe.Proper science jumps in time,looking backward and forward in time.Time is cellular for the time being.Independent and interdependent.When it comes to relate time either positive and abstract with self entities you get a glimpse of a time network that grows relentlessly in your grasp.Time has matter when is confronted by it and emerges in temporal tissues as the organs that keep our bodies in life.Think of our neural circuits that speed up our perception on basis of electricity.Light up your brain for the storm to come.Do it in time or elsewhere you'll be delayed.There is only one possibility of having the exact time in the universe and it isn't given by a precise clock rather by presence.Your presence in the universe is time itself.You see now elsewhere around you only your image.If you
Ann Radcliffe 16"Mio signore!" esclamò Vivaldi atterrito, quasi incapace di proferir verbo, "Mio signore!... depravata?", e respirando a fatica. "Chi ha osato insudiciare la sua immacolata reputazione insultando le vostre orecchie con queste infami falsità? Ditemelo, vi scongiuro, ditemelo immediatamente, che io possa affrettarmi a dargli quel che si merita. Depravata!... rendita annuale... una rendita annuale! Oh, Elena! Elena!" Mentre pronunciava quel nome lacrime di tenerezza si mescolarono ad altre, provocate dall'indignazione.
"Giovanotto", disse il marchese, che aveva osservato la violenza delle sue emozioni con grave disappunto e preoccupazione, "Io non presto fede a certe voci a cuor leggero, e non potrei sopportare di dubitare io stesso della verità di ciò che ho detto. Tu sei stato ingannato, e la tua vanità prolungherà l'inganno se non accondiscenderò a esercitare la mia autorità, strappando il velo dai tuoi occhi. Allontanala all'ista
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