... thousand, three hundred and first moon-sun of the fate-foreseen morning of the helmet match, Coachingwulf, hero of the blues, spoke: "Well Instructgar, my orb-foe, you have spoke of many matches between us but failed to tell of the blue defeat of the orange bearers. It is I who unfalteringly derived the strategies to overpower your helmet-squad upon which you have failed to avenge. Battle of the Orange and Blue Late into the last match-quarter of the contest, son of Coachtheow stood before his battle-weary men, tired from the challenge at-hand. The roar of the bevy-clappers was loud now and overpowered Coachingwulf's dialogue-map. Coachingwulf ...

... religion then you might as well throw away all those fairy tale books. What he read from the Book of Genesis and Fairy Tale books have no difference because the are just stories. He was not teaching religion! If he was teaching religion, then he would've not just read the stories from the book of Genesis. The stories that he read were not religious scriptures, but just plain old common stories. Even if it was a religious scripture, what did this man do wrong? Would you say taking stories from a religious book teaching religion? I wouldn't think so. I would see it as taking parts of stories and criticizing about them. What did he criticize about the b ...

... at an extremely attractive price. The delivery was to be made at 10:30 A.M. on Thursday, February 14. McGurn's men would be waiting for them, dressed in stolen police uniforms and trench coats as though they were staging a raid. McGurn, like Capone, wanted to be far away from the scene of the crime so he took his girlfriend and checked into a hotel. Establishing an airtight alibi was uppermost in his mind. At the garage, the Keywells spotted a man who looked like Bugs Moran . The assassination squad got into their police uniforms and drove over to the garage in their stolen police car. Playing their part as police raiders to the hilt, McGurn's men went i ...

... my first day at my new school. After defeating the labyrinth of streets that we call our neighborhood, and meeting my first crossing guard; I made my way into the school. It was quite crowded , but I knew where I was headed. I proceeded up the stairs and down the hall to room 212, where I sat down in the front row. I turned around and took a quick peak at the class; scanning the room for someone to talk to. When I saw no opportunities I began to get a bit timid, but as soon as the bell rang I felt all right. We went through the motions for awhile: filling out paper work, introducing ourselves, all the first day stuff. I heard a few kids say they were new to t ...

... she said. This was in code it meant be home at five. Well who cares on to the second stop, Dons Deli. I went in and grabbed the usual. A pink lemonade Snapple and one of those huge pixie sticks. I got to the counter. "The usual" the cashier said "Yup" I said realizing that this recognition was a product of the last few weeks. "That will be two dollars" she said. But that was needless because I had already left the money and was half way out the door. I mounted my bike and rode the steed while sucking down as much sugar as possible. We finally arrived at the bike trails. We then Infiltrated the left over food that we bought from Dons Deli. We were all on ...

... lightly walked out of the courtroom with a paper in her hand. She looked at me and smiled as if she had no cares in the world. We left the building and started to walk back to her house. Aunt Sally says to me , “Now that you with me all your old ways are to end”. “You will be starting school soon and I expect you to do as I say”. I turned my head towards her and nodded. Little did she know what kind of thoughts were going through my head at the time. After what she had just said I don't think that I will be able to stand it. I knew that I was a free boy, I made up my own rules and nobody was going to sivilize me no matter what! The house cam ...

... to give it up for good. "I'm here at what is now officially the largest hunting and fishing goods store in the world. Cabela's will be opening tomorrow afternoon at three o'clock, and the management is expecting nearly half the population of Sidney to show up for the grand opening event. In the past few nights, we have been bringing you related stories because of the incredible economic impact that Cabela's will have and already has had in our area. As you know, 2,000 people out of the Sidney area's 10,000 are already employed by Cabela's. That number is, of course, expected to rise in the months and years to come. The story we bring you tonight concerns the ...

... a chain of command around here!" Scampi snarled. "Okay, it's over." Mustard sighed and lay down. This was the third time in a week that they'd failed. He had been around long enough to know when he was beat. "No respect. Where's the respect?" Scampi circled the tree in a haze of anger, his tiny legs beating furiously on the grass. The beagle could never quite get over a loss. Mustard lay his head on the ground and watched the passage of time on the street while Scampi vented. Soon, Roy the Basset and his owner walked by. Mustard nodded hello. "Who's that?" Roy asked, looking in the tree. "Dunno. New in town." "Which house?" "No house." "Freeloa ...

... wasn't what I was meant to do. Some people would say that I made a bad decision, but I would rather say that I made an unwise decision. Computer engineering (the major that I choose first semester) was a lot more than I expected. I ended up failing Physics, Calculus and Chemistry! In addition to that, I was subject to separation from < > college. Well, now a decision really had to be made; it was time for me to make a choice. My parents told me to think about other colleges and to think about other things to do instead of college, but I knew that < > was right for me. They often suggested that I go to community college for a semester or two and make sure ...

... a chain of command around here!" Scampi snarled. "Okay, it's over." Mustard sighed and lay down. This was the third time in a week that they'd failed. He had been around long enough to know when he was beat. "No respect. Where's the respect?" Scampi circled the tree in a haze of anger, his tiny legs beating furiously on the grass. The beagle could never quite get over a loss. Mustard lay his head on the ground and watched the passage of time on the street while Scampi vented. Soon, Roy the Basset and his owner walked by. Mustard nodded hello. "Who's that?" Roy asked, looking in the tree. "Dunno. New in town." "Which house?" "No house." "Freeloa ...