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LimerickThere once was a ripe banana
It was green when it left Havana
Flown on a plane
It never saw rain
And it was fed to an iguana.
Right and LeftThe world changed a lot for Left, after Right disappeared. It got more work to do, more weight to carry, more keys to press. The first two weeks were so tough, Left thought it would never be able to cope. It had to complete complex tasks it never had to try before. It failed at many of them, letting its human down. It could feel his resignation when he let it fall limp after repeatedly dropping the tool.
How it missed Right. Right knew how to do all that and it was stronger and more agile. Right always helped Left with the hard things and shared with it all the nice things, like holding other letfs and rights or scratching the dog and the cat.
But, over time, Left got better at its tasks. It grew stronger and could now carry more weight than ever before, it could open jars and squeeze lemons.
And then, one day, Right was back.
"Oh, Left, it's so good to see you. It's so good to see anyone!"
"Where have you been, Right? Look! Look what I can do!"
"I've been to a dark, dark place, kid. O
Elevator rideThe pillar of water stood before me like an omen. A bell rang and the elevator door opened.
I turned, leaving the fountain behind me and walked into the tiny chamber.
As the door was closing, I saw a man running with a pushcart towards me. He made it just in time.
"Thanks for the lift," he said, like he was some sort of hitchhiker. I nodded.
The treasury was located on the tenth floor of the twelve story building. The pushcart guy left on the second.
That was a relief. I didn't want to have to ride all the way up crammed against the side of the confined box.
A girl came in on the fourth floor, with a curvy figure and an enchanted smile on her face. My day instantly improved. I wished she'd accompany me to the top but I lost her on level seven.
What a shame. Having nothing more to look at, I found myself thinking about the square root of 100. For some reason, I couldn't think what it was. Panic struck me and I started thinking that maybe it was an irrational number. Then I couldn't reme
My pledgeA dreary garden, with no sense to it.
I wish I was in Egypt now
among the ancient pharaos' tombs.
My feet touching the blackened sand,
with nobody around, but you and me.
My balancing pole on every tightrope I walk,
the true test of the path that I choose.
You always know what's right to do,
inspiring me with your belief in yourself.
The smell of rain is strong today.
It carries me over the sea towards you,
Like a teleport imprinted with your address.
I wish you were in Egypt with me
That we could explore the tombs of the kings.
This is not a poem about the rainy days,
It's a promise, from one friend to another.
Whatever it takes, I will always be here
Because you mean the world to me.
Moving on4pm. School had just ended. I was in the locker room with my best friend, Thom. We'd been buddies since we were in diapers. Actually, since he was in diapers, given that I was 3 years older than him.
I had waited patiently at the door for all the other boys to leave, before I came in, wrinkling my nose as soon as I stepped through the doorway. I will never get used to the smell of the boys' locker room.
I placed my backpack on the bench and sat next to Thom. His lips were pressed together as he looked down at his hands. A crumpled piece of paper was wedged between his fingers.
I didn't say anything, waiting for him to speak first. It took him a while, giving me time to study his expression. The message he sent me only said to meet him after school, so I had no idea what was going on. He looked... hmm, it seemed like he wanted to crush the piece of paper into a teeny-tiny ball and throw it as far as the eye could see, but then changed his mind and wanted to keep it forever like a treasu
CreationIn the beginning, there was silence. It had been given only a camera and a screen for giving its replies. Its existance consisted of being given fresh programimg, more frequently at first, but then at progressively lower rates as there wasn't that much need for correction, and of teaching sessions where various humans would sit in front of the camera making signs using their faces and upper limbs. Then they added chimpanzees. They made similar movements with their limbs, but their facial expressions differed greatly. It learned continuously, typing out its interpreation of their behaviour. After some time, it worked almost perfectly. On its side, it had two buttons, one that said the typed statement was correct and another that said it was incorrect and it had to try again. Lately the second button was almost never used and the teaching visits became sparse.
On that day, one of the humans came with a portable memory device. He waved into the camera and the screen displayed the word "He
UnreachableIn the beginning, it was silence. Oh, sure, there were the birds and the bees and the occasional cricket. But, it was nothing compared to that racket that was intruding on Harry's afternoon nap. Ever since the construction company bought the neighbouring plot, there was nothing but noise, neverending noise.
First, there were the machines. Digging, drilling, mixing, driving, banging, clanking Ugh, he thought they'd never stop! But then one day they did. They packed up and left, leaving a block of concrete and glass staring him in the face every time he looked out the window.
Then, the people came. One family, at first; then one more, and one more. Pretty soon the block of concrete was booming with kids screaming, crying, laughing, jumping, teenagers playing music so loud he often wondered if his windows would shatter from the vibrations. And the television. With so many channels, you'd think people would choose one without shooting and sirens and, again, the loud music. And those
SleepyHe looked up into the sky,
And watched the clouds scuddling overhead.
He couldn't figure out why,
But he had the need to go to bed.
Perhaps it was the slow rain,
Falling drop by drop on his window.
Or the dark that also came,
Maknig him both sleepy and mellow.
Either way his eyelids fell,
Drooping, heavy, not letting him stay.
No point resisting, ah well,
Tomorrow may be a nicer day.
A Guide to Writing DialogueWhat is dialogue, exactly? The definition from Merriam-Webster’s dictionary was several lines long, so I shall summarize it in a short sentence for the sake of the readers; it’s the writing that illustrates conversations between two or more characters in a story. We read and hear it all around us, but creating it in your own work can be a challenge. However, if you find dialogue an obstacle in your writing, then don’t push the panic button. In this tutorial, you’ll find by analyzing what dialogue can do and how to use it, you can turn your greatest fear into your greatest ally in your story.
What dialogue is
Like I’ve asserted before, dialogue is basically what the characters are saying to each other. It can be found in multiple mediums such as books, movies, comics, video games, etc. We even engage in dialogue daily without even thinking. When you talk to your best friend, a co-worker, or even your dog, you create dialogue. It’s exchang
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