... view it at their leisure. The idea for this story has been in the back of my mind before I was assigned this project. I have always loved the X-Files since it premiered and within the past year, I have submitted my stories, ideas, and suggestions to the writers of the X-Files. Unfortunately, none of my ideas have been selected. Lots of activity regarding the X-Files goes on over the Internet, and through discussions are where I get a lot of my ideas for the stories that I write. =============================================== June 8th, 1996 6:58pm- Washington, DC, Scully's Apartment Dana Scully arrived home to find a package sitting in the hallway outside h ...

... tedious one. This story is about how the magic arrow makers turned their mundane jobs into valuable and rewarding ones through self empowerment. One day 3 of the workers, Art Halegiver (the shaft turner), Mac (the head shaper) and Wendy (the wand waver) were having lunch and while discussing their individual jobs, realized how unhappy they were with their jobs. They wondered what would happen if things didn't improve. How would they take care of their families if everyone continued to leave Lamron and there wouldn't be any use for the arrows? Apparently, many of the local Lamronians were unhappy living in Lamron and were moving away. ...

... people waved back and yelled, "Hay, Devon." As he looked in my direction I waved at him to get his attention. When he reached the table I shook his hand and introduced myself. He introduced himself "Hi my name is Devon." He sat down on the other side of the small table. Devon is well known in the coffee shop. He goes to the coffee shop about 3 times a week and tries to meet someone new every time he goes. He is really nice and it's not hard for him to make friends. Almost everyone in the shop know who he is. If he sees someone he doesn't know he'll go up and talk to them. Devon told me why he dressed the way he does, "I do it to show people th ...

... the consumption of alcoholic beverages. Logically we can conclude that people purchase the alcohol elsewhere. Money that could recycle itself into the economy of Craighead County contributes to others. There are numerous small businesses along the county line that sell only alcohol. Craighead is a college county. College students spend approximately $4.2 billion annually to purchase 430 million gallons of alcoholic beverages. These businesses could be run here, in Jonesboro, instead of places like Harrisburg and Truman. The fact is that people are going to drink. Why not sell to Craighead citizens in Craighead? It makes far greater sense to put back where yo ...

... and it dried the cold sweat. I felt that all the eyes, in the on-lookers seat, focused their attention on me. I realised the second runner was close to me. I felt tension not only on my body but also mentally. I looked back. The second runner was running at full speed to me. I saw the baton. It looked like a monster. My mind shouted at me. 'Drop and Die.' I looked forward again. I could see my way clearly. It was short distance to go, but it seemed the finishing line was miles away from me. I opened my eyes with a fierce glare and I decided to run to death. Every thing looked different from a second ago. I knew my team was about to be the victor. "GO!" The s ...

... alive, dinner has always been served when dad stumbles in from the pub at 3 o’clock. I have asked all of my brothers why they insist on asking me this question, and they usually answer with the same conspiratorial laugh they have all used against me since my time began. I was never considered a cute little sister to be cuddled, but someone who was born to be the butt of their jokes. Once I have showered and dressed, I venture into the kitchen to see if there is a quick breakfast that can be prepared between the time I put the kettle on until the time it boils. My mum will be up to her armpits with potato and carrot peelings and there will be various pans bubbl ...

... California, her dad had to move here because he worked at an oil refinery and it was moved to . Cathy got o school and her friends Joe and Chris were already waiting for her. They said at the same time "There's a pop quiz in math today!" "How do you know?, said Cathy. " We heard Mr. Biller talking about it to another teacher." "I'm going to fail!"exclaimed Cathy. Cathy hated math, probably because she had it first hour. Cathy was having a bad day, she got 1 out of 50 right on the math test. From then on it was downhill all day. Until science her science teacher was going crazy about the explosion of Earth. She found out that there was a nuclear war between ...

... fresh and sweet on the mind, the roses, queen of flowers, stop you with their fragrance and make you believe for one moment that you are a princess in a white cloud castle. The day would start off waking up to the smell of fresh bread rising to the occasion in the oven, then the thrill of brightly colored jelly beans being hidden all over the house. It was a tradition; the bunny would come in the middle of the night, hopping about delicately as not to wake my brother and me and spread the magical colored jelly beans about the house. My brother and I would race about the house as though we were searching for a million dollars that had been Hidden. Our dog, ...

... me is like being right behind the jet of an airplane. The deafening noise makes me squint my eyes. I open them though and stand of the lightly cushioned seat. I clap my hands along with the other fans, and my hands feel greasy after just eating a hot piece of pizza. My mouth still has the pasty, saucy taste of the slice in my mouth. I look down towards the court where the players have now started shooting baskets. Their brightly colored uniforms stand out in the glare of the spotlights above. The court has a waxy look, like it was just swept, and the glass backboards, have a shine as bright as a new car. The band starts playing a song and the crowd ...

... court clerk. She is very innocent looking, with blond hair and a petite figure. She seems to be getting more upset by the second. The young lady finally erupts, yelling and almost crying. Her ex-husband has not paid her child support in a month, and she cannot buy diapers for her baby. The clerk tells her that nobody can do anything about it until he is six months behind in his support. After five more minutes of intense arguing, the young lady, now engulfed in tears, leaves. The clerk shrugs and turns around. The building seems colder upstairs. There almost seems to be a dampness in the air. Down a corridor there are empty offices and paintings of important l ...