CHAPTER ONE
The world rumbles. The sound reverberates off the walls, screaming out the names of the fallen. We only select few haves seen the full evolution of man. We’re the solution to the problems the world has been facing.
We are Linaria., First Divider in the Commencement of Linaria Academy.
I’ve always been the worst at track, at the Academy. Not my strongest trait, my legs are too short for me to make those huge leaps. Most times I have to stop for fresh air. On days like this, I wish I had practiced more. I wish I attempted to figure it out. Some missions are going to be tedious. I need to accept it as factual. A siren blares to life. The rain patters on the cobblestones. The puddles smother my footfalls. Rain gets into my eyes,
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The Logo is Linaria. This is a division of Linaria. There are many buildings owned by Linaria in the Westerns as they call it. The place where most of the destitute lives. Its ravaged by criminals and gangs. It isn’t as bad as the Crime Hub, but every time I come here I shiver. We do our best to keep justice here. The people don't fear us. They worship Gopher Legion. A notorious infamous gang bent on destroying the foundation of Linaria. Posters are plastered on the buildings.
The poster of a panther. His insignia. A moniker he has had for five years. All it took was five years for him to spread his propaganda. His laws and rules. Many walls have paintings of the panther. None of us at Linaria know his real name. We’ve been chasing a ghost. An egotistical phantasm who enjoys mocking us. A few Linaria agents have seen his brand on a Linaria building a few months ago. A hired techie created a link between each Linaria building he entered and we found a pattern. There’s something he's looking for. He's been to the head offices, the Data Service Unit and now The Linaria Library. Why would he come to a library? There are many Linaria libraries all around Magnus, but this one is different. This one has a lot of files on the history of Linaria, but to get information, he has to have the lotus brand tattoo on his arm. The Lotus tattoo is not just any tattoo it works like
The concept for this script, in its simplicity, was wildly creative and holds true to the popular phrase, “be careful what you wish for.” The writer really did a great job of keep the reader engaged in the narrative with the unpredictability of the wishes and the Josie’s escalated involvement with Stan’s character.
It had been 5 years since the death of Johnny and Dally and everyday I miss them more and more. I am 18 now and about to leave to start my first year of college. I have still been living with my brothers Darry and Sodapop. Darry is now 25 and Soda is now 22. Things have been a little different ever since we won the rumble that night. I remember it like it was yesterday. But the difference is now the greasers and Socs are not really a thing anymore. Darry, Soda and I have kinda lose touch with Two-Bit, Steve and Cherry. But we all still think and talk about them everyday.(I mostly talk about Cherry.) When we see the Socs wondering the streets we don't go over and try to pick a fight anymore. We either smile and wave, it's like we're all one big friendly neighborhood.
It has been too long since I last wrote to you, so I thought I would inform you on momentous events that happened in my life in the last little while. The previous time I heard from you was when Gabriel turned three. I can’t believe he is about to become a teenager now. My goodness, time flies by so fast. I was so ecstatic when I saw your prior letter arrive in my mail.
“I guess we need to come up with an excuse when we are asked the reason for the annulment.”
I also don't own the idea, it was requested to me by the wonderful Amanda. Thank you so much! I hope I did this idea justice.
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Did I just do that? Did I just stop juror three? I can’t believe it; how did I have the nerve to do that? oh no he is going to hit me I’m sure of it. However I really liked it when I stopped him and taking charge, like I didn't know what i was doing. I rose up to the occasion and and just did it. So this is what bravery feels like I kind of liked it but I don’t think I will experiencing that feeling again any time soon. But sweet mother of jesus!! Look at his face juror three is so pissed like his face is as red as a tomato I hope he will calm down or something might happen like; I actually thought he was about to attack juror eight he was shouting and yelling at him. Good thing I wasn’t the one that started the fight with him or I would have been knocked out faster than anything.
School was coming to an end and I thought about how Scout’s teacher didn't want her to read. I couldn't stop reading I enjoyed it too much and so did scout, I wondered if I would have reacted the same way scout did. One day after coming home from school, I saw scout with a Big stash of gum. After she told me how she got it, I started thinking the worst since I am her older Brother. I knew to scout was stubborn and wasn't going to get rid of it so I threaten her by telling her that I would tell Cal which is a fight scout wasn't up to fight. Why would there be gum in a tree and why was it out of all places in the Radley tree? We waited until what was forever for school to be over and for Dill to come. After all Dill had become a close friend
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I guess you want to know all the sordid details huh ? Hmmm. Well. Let me start with an introduction to the scenario. I'd already had a slave before but she wasn't behaving so I had to cut the bitch loose. It was a real shame. She was a real looker too. But oh well. I was cruising the bar circuit as is my usual. I went to the downtown core to scope out my next target but from what I saw there was nothing interesting around until the wee hours of the night when I was getting in my car and this young lady asked me for a light for her cigarette. Oh she was a looker, just like the one before. Long blonde hair that cascaded to the middle of her back, a generous pair of tits and wow, what a pair of legs. I was so stunned by her I almost forgot why I went out that night. I remember giving her a light so I'd have an excuse to strike up conversation. Just enough to stall her from leaving. She'd agreed to gab a bit so we both had a cigarette and talked in my car. The night air was a little cool so I turned on the car to keep us
I knew it would happen. As much as I tried to stay optimistic, to put off my feelings of suspicion to an old man's negativity, I knew that this case would cost me something more than just my reputation in the town and that didn't even really matter. In Maycomb, reputation is a day by day concept. Sure, we have more than enough of our fair share of immovable gossipers, and drama kings and queens looking for a story to spread. But in everyone's own mind, if you did something stupid, immoral, or just mildly humorous or entertaining, it was the talk of the town and you were judged terribly for a few days, a few weeks tops. Then the whispers, and glances faded to conversations over coffee, and deep inside jokes. My reputation didn't bother me one bit.
I packed my things into a small U-Haul. We were leaving the town I had always known, Houston, to go someplace I barely knew, a small town named Navasota. We moved when I was four because my parents wanted us to experience a small town like they had grown up in. Would I find new friends? Would the people there like me?
It all started on a sunny Sunday morning. We all had our memory erased when we first got in here. I don't know what or why I am in here for. All I know is that something bad is going to happen. I am in a prison cell with five other people. I never thought that I would end up in such a place. I tried to leave several times, but they always threw me back in here. They are called The Keepers. They have kept me in here for what seems like forever. I have to get out of here somehow. My cell mates said that today was the beginning of hunt. I have heard many stories about it, but I am not quite sure what it is exactly. They basically let us out for four days to see how far we get before they come get us and drag us back into the cells to get killed later on. Their main goal was to kill us or let us kill ourselves. Every night they sent out the guard dogs to collect all of the bodies of the people who died on the hunt days. There are also different kinds of traps
In the book, “The Outsiders,” people are divided into two groups, the Socs and the Greasers. The Socs were known to be the people with money and power, and typically seen as good people to anyone who has not seen their other side. Greasers are looked down upon as hoodlums, street rats, and thugs. Society has given them roles in their lives in which they cannot escape. You could become filthy rich, but everyone will still look down at you, because your past will never leave you, no matter how far you stray. In this, I will show you how misleading a name can be.
The Application of Diplomacy, Information, Military, Economic (DIME) in World War II Crowl (1978), in a lecture at the Air Force Academy, discussed the importance of studying history as a military strategist and highlighted six questions that must be considered by civilian and military leaders responsible for war related decision-making. One of these questions concerns an assessment of the alternatives to war and the development of contingency plans, if the chosen alternative to war fails (Crowl, 1978). This paper attempts to examine Crowl’s question about the alternatives to military power from the perspective of President Franklin D. Roosevelt using the Diplomacy, Information, Military, Economic (DIME) construct of the national instruments