... of years I have lived underground. I have become a petrified fossil. All the flesh and skin has either rotted away, or was eaten by bugs and other things underground. All that remains of me are my bones. I became petrified, because when I was burried under the ground all those years the groundwater dissolved all my bones. They were then replaced, a molecule at a time, by the minerals in the water. This long process involved all these tingly sensations. I felt odd for the longest time, but now I'm a new me! About 900 years ago I received company from someone up above. His name is Mr. Wolly Mammoth. Wolly died because of a volcanic eruption, and was trapped ...

... up as a slave. I hated to see him worry about it so much. So one night, he thought of a plan. He told me “Clare, I’m gonna get you outa here soon.” He thought to run away one night and run to freedom. I got worried. I knew that if we got caught, that the white people would punish us. I never learned to read or write. My dad said that if the white people knew I could read and write that they would end up selling you. And I didn’t want that. I never had known my mother. Father said that she died in the course of having me. I felt sad because I felt it was my fault she died. Father said it was nobody’s fault and that he’s very happy I was born. And that ...

... Lee told me once before that has stuck to me and I have grown to follow that in my own life. Lee stated, "It is only the ignorant who suppose themselves omniscient." This has much more meaning than what it at first appears to have. Once again, we had slaves. We kept these things alive and helped them out. Like I said earlier they would have died if it wasn't for us. We gave them a home and fed them when they needed to be fed. All we ask for in return is that they work on our farms. They are property of ours, we bought and paid for them legally. It says that one of my rights as a United States citizen, is my right to own private property. I have written ...

... we went back into the living room and made our self comfortable on the couch. We then began to talk about how exciting it would be if we won the lottery, as well on how we would spend all the money. The talk consisted of where we would go and how to invest it, and what type of vehicles we would go out and buy, along with our new house. Then the phone rang and brought us back to realty, after the phones call we both agreed that it would be to win, but it will never happen. As we sat there on the couch, the lottery came on the TV. Suddenly silence fell over both of us as they started the machine that holds all the lottery balls, my adrenaline started pumping, as I sa ...

... pyramids are the vestige of a long gone civilization that flew to the earth because the Martian environment was too harsh and established themselves as the Egyptians. But that is pure fantasy. Then again... Apparently the discovery of microscopic bacteria has greatly inspired Hollywood with already ten extra-terrestrial movies in the works including five based on the planet mars with titles like "Mars lives!" and "The Creators". What I find a bit strange is that the NASA announced the discovery just before the government decided where to place its annual funds. Makes you wonder if the announcement was not "rushed" a little. If that is what it takes for the ...

... way. At the end of the day I drove to my apartment, actually it was a room I rented with little kitchen privileges. I would set a bag of fast- food down on my dresser or bed and turn on the TV or radio. My small ceramic Christmas tree blinked on and off all night. I could hear other people in the house milling around or talking but I felt like an intruder if I joined in. My parents called once a week and I talked to my boyfriend everyday for awhile. A feeling of distance seemed to come between my parents and I. After the initial 'how are you' and the weather conditions at each location there just wasn't much to say. Instead of independent I was beginning to ...

... children in the world, I liked to listen to tales. With my friends, the most popular were ghost stories. As a rule, for the best effect, these frightful stories were ghost stories. A group of five to ten children would sit around and listen to the teller with great attention and tension. As a rule, for the best effect, these frightful stories were told at nighttime in the garden. Everybody tried to look very brave, including me. However, in the depth of my heart, I was afraid of darkness. That’s why each time I returned home I did not walk, but ran with the feeling that heroes of the stories would come alive and make terrible trouble for me. I don’t remem ...

... and went downstairs, wrapping a robe around her as she went, to get some coffee. "Well, since I'm already up, I might as well take a look at the rest of those Rasssjemani-Quazaric-Smith Equations and see why they were causing all those robots to go psycho," she thought. "Good thing that U.S. Robots and Mechanical Men hushed up that little incident, I'd be out of a job if the whole world, the xenophobic and primally-fearful lot of them, knew about that!" As she got out and buttered her toast, she mulled the day ahead of her in her mind. Weekends were never truly weekends for Susan Calvin, as she was forced to work for most of the weekend, with her only respite bein ...

... a crimson red pair. Covering his stooped shoulders was a worn blue sweater, the color made me think of cornflowers. Navy and dirty white canvas sneakers adorned his feet. His white sock could be seen through a gaping hole in the sole. These shoes had taken him to many different places. They were like an old friend that he couldn’t say goodbye to. On this particular day the sun was shining down, warming the earth and lake, so many children played on the wooden swing set. From where I stood on the path, I could hear their cheerful shouts, but could not see them. What I could see was the old man’s face. He had strong features: a broad nose, deep-set eyes, an ...

... smoke that was lingering in the air around the house. I was handed a cup by a friend. Looking into it to see if it had been used, we both shrugged and turned towards the basement. As I pushed my way through the crowd to look for the keg I immediately knew it was in the corner because of the crowd surrounding it. Once I reached the keg, I found myself waiting once again for my beer. The person who was filling up the cups was not filling them first come first serve. He would fill the cups of his friends first, then the girls, and then if he had to fill up his own cup he would. While doing this he was talking his friend whose job it was to pump the keg ...