Man 2: I've heard it said, we must accept one another for who we are.
Man 1: Tell me please, who is this 'we' you so dearly speak of?
Man 2: Why, the universal we, of course. We being all of mankind.
Man 1: It is obvious that all of mankind does not hold to this noble notion of which you speak. In fact most of mankind rejects this by their very action.
Man 2: Pray tell, what makes you think so?
Man 1: Just look around you. Most people don't accept themselves for who they are. An entire industry called Advertising banks on this every year. Peer pressure from the school yard to the office is alive and well. We,the universal we, for t
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It was a typical summer Sunday at Fish Haven Aquarium. Families, couples, and children crowded the halls marveling at the aquatic creatures of all shapes and sizes on display. Everyone was enjoying their time admiring all the beautiful sea life…That is, except for Big Bertha, the giant Pacific octopus, who resided in one of the bigger tanks sitting several feet above the aquarium floor. She preferred to spend most of her time asleep in her tank, keeping to herself and never bothering anyone. The only time she was ever active was lunchtime, when the workers came and fed her a bucket full of shrimp, crabs, scallops, clams, and lobsters. The patrons always enjoyed watching Bertha greedily gobble her meal up before going back to sleep. To them, it was a moment of entertainment. Bertha knew she could keep the humans happy if they made her stomach happy. However, on this particular day, Bertha was not very happy at all. Every time patrons passed by her tank, some annoying kids would show up
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Death is the Start Chapter 13
Melissa and Anthony ran through the crowds of drunks giddy as Sarah trailed behind. With the mission put on hold until tonight their main priority was having fun. Unfortunately, everywhere they looked all they could find were events for adults bars, raves, various parties anything the twins tried to participate in had them shooed away at the front entrance. For an hour this continued with no success eventually the twins sat on a set of stairs with defeated looks on their faces, as Sarah stood in front of them. “Look it was a long shot that a place like this would even have stuff for children.”, Sarah said with a deep sigh. “This place is surprisingly stingy about ID.” “They wouldn’t even take our bribes.”, the twins sulked harder now. “Probably cause you pointed a gun in their face a minute earlier. Also, why’d you use threats before bribes.” “Cause violence solves everything. Isn’t that why we’re here.” The twins kept sulking as people from the crowd in front of them started rushing
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New Year's with Mr. Winters - Chapter One
CHAPTER ONE DECEMBER 30th, 2008 She held her breath as she heard waves brushing onto a beach. The whooshing back-and-forth rhythm of the water calmed and excited her. Sappho Höst loved the ocean. She loved the ocean so much that if she had to make a choice between sweet tea and the Florida coast, she'd choose Saint Augustine in a split second. Her blue eyes gazed into an endless blue horizon, and she sighed. The full moon glowed as the waves below glittered like lights on a Christmas tree. She was reminded of their Christmas tree still decked out in the living room. Sappho smiled as she took small, slow, careful steps just out of reach of the foamy brush of tide. Her tiny footprints vanished like magic as the waves brushed them away, which unfortunately made her frown. It just reminded her of the family curse that stopped a woman from using her witch powers unless her clothing vanished. Sappho brushed the feeling of shame out of her mind, and tried to instead focus on water
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Dabrowski character profile
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Writing Prompt Story
I desire only peace between our peoples but I am beholden to the will of another and so I must do as I do not wish to do, I must do my duty and bring ruin to a people who have done nothing to harm me… -General Tychus Taverin “Who is she? She’s beautiful…” I asked the guide about the statue standing on the pedestal in front of me. She looked almost real, almost alive and I reflected that whoever had made this statue was truly a master, the sort of man the world sees only once. It was my 22nd birthday and I chose to spend it doing something I’d wanted to for a while now, visiting the art museum in The Capital’s city square. I’m no expert but I can tell you what I like and besides, this was one of those “need to see it before you die” kind of things. I kind of had to, and a milestone birthday seemed like as good a day as any. “Best we can tell that’s Windsong, last queen of the Winter People. There’s all sorts of stories about them from back in the day, it was said their royalty
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Alliances: The Interview
“Alex Collins, from Snapshot magazine do you have a few minutes to talk?”
The well dressed man caught her attention as Annie Krauss, nee Chang moved through the hotel lobby, headed out for a late lunch.
“I’ve checked your calendar Ma’am- you don’t have any interviews scheduled for today.” the head of her security detail reminded her.
She acknowledged his concerns and turned back to the man asking for her time.
“I’ve never heard of Snapshot.”
“It just started and I’m hoping you can be our first big score.” he gave her a polite smile, leaving the question implied rat
I didn't know Christopher Tolkien, nor did I ever meet him, me an American and Mr Tolkien a French citizen, but somehow I feel like the world is a darker place without him. I think we all hoped he would live forever, and hoped the news of his death would never come.
But it has, at the end of a long life. Ninety-five years is not a life cut tragically short but for those of us who know and love his father's work, work he dedicated his life to preserving and editing, it's a tragedy all the same.
God granted you peace Mr. Tolkien, I hope you left this terrible world understanding that, and understanding that you were loved.
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Sithspit and Sweet Salvation Part 3
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Midnight Rider disabled a single engine with a flurry of cannon fire and the freighter slowed to a halt.
The panicked voice flooded her bridge, “We’ll give you whatever you want! Please don’t hurt us!”
Captain Curran couldn’t keep a small smile from his ruined face, “Hurt you? What gave you that idea? You’re being volunteered for a humanitarian aid mission…”
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“Well done nephew…” Moff Harric said sarcastically, “ Your last shipment never reached us and now it feeds rebels you created.”
“My Militia can’t police everything… I nee
Sithspit and Sweet Salvation part 2 by BrowncoatMando, literature
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Sithspit and Sweet Salvation part 2
Khoan Cardell slid Sweet Salvation under a civilian cargo transport, hiding the old fighter from prying eyes until the very last second before breaking off toward the hills where the refugees now made their home. They flew over what used to be a town and ducked under a thick canopy of trees.
The townsfolk surrounded them, most of them angry at their present situation but unwilling and unable to act.
“They’re keeping us penned in like Banthas! You young people can’t leave anything alone can you? When we were your age-”
“When you were our age the Republic was still alive and well, Caamas wasn’t a smoking c