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The Faces of Death

Mrs. Huffilton sat comfortably in her old red armchair

As she stared off into space without any care

Her arms cradled a little doll

Her hair was undone

Her frail body, covered in something fit for a ball

Her eyes, black, as the darkness that surrounded her

The silence was loud, not empty

She waited patiently

For the ratting, tapping on her door

 

Lost in her thoughts she was

Waiting patiently for the scream of the kettle

Her cheeks smudged in black ink

Her lips were a shade of bloody red

Her appearance looked like someone who had just gotten out of bed

 

In front of her was a puddle of her tears but she just looked straight ahead

Her lips curled into smile, revealing her rotten teeth

When soft steps broke her focus.

 Her eyes returned to their hungry gaze

He had come

 

The broken holes in the wall let the wind outside flow in

Killing the flame in her heart and the rage in her head

“Death” she whispered

As the breeze around her carried her words away.

 

The man outside grinned

His face may have shown centuries of dead hope

But his stance spoke otherwise

His eyes lit up like a fireplace

He gave a small grin before

Fully disguising himself as a tall bony man

With only his library of knowledge and his carefully planned speech to give him away.

The golden watch attached to the chain on his pocket ticked furiously

 

His long fingers curled up, as he extended his index revealing a a ring of Ruby Zoisite

Ding Dong

Mrs. Huffilton rose from her seat, screaming excitedly.

Yelling in pain

Dancing of joy

Her mournful squall, disguised behind kettle’s squeal

 

Her dress hung loosely from her body as she threw her front door open

shining moonlight into her rather drafty home

Clothes and undergarments were thrown everywhere

Piles of broken cups and stacks of plates and bowls were placed everywhere except the kitchen sink

A small rat climbed up her leg, as her smile stretched to its limit

 

“Darling you have finally come back…” she squeaked,

“Look I have even worn a dress for the occasion”

The man at the door looked her up and down before grabbing her by the waist and placing his gigantic ring on her finger.

“Look what I got you”

After a kiss on her cheek

And a lot of pleading for another one on the lips

 

They sat in darkness, the door shut tight, behind them

 “Oh I forgot all about the tea, excuse me my dear” she ran off

Bringing back a tray filled with an array of stale cookies and baked goods, making barely any place for the two saucers and teacups filled to the brim

”Darling, it’s time” the man urged, checking his watch before taking another sip of tea.

“But you have just come, Doesn’t Mr. Huffilton want to spend more time with his waiting wife?” she asked her face sinking, as she looked down.

The man in front of her only gave silence, face hidden in the dark of the room

 

2 minutes went by as the couple just sat, with only the sound of the timing watch to fill the silence, slurping down tea

When Mrs. Huffilton gasped, leaving the room.

The man in the armchair just nodded, ignoring the fact, that if she was still even in the room

Then she returned wearing fabric that hugged so tight to her skin

it was as good as standing there naked

“I got it on our last anniversary, you said it made me look like a model in Fashion Magazine!” she explained before she was swept back in the memories of her past

 

When her body was young again, and her face not drained of its color.

 Her hair is as healthy as the many thriving plants outside in the garden.

Then arrived tears, and the rage in her broken heart burned again

“Why did you leave me here, why did you leave and never come back? You were supposed to come back!”

 

The man gave not a reply, but his hand

“No, just 5 more minutes. I have so much to say…”

“He is waiting for you like you were for him” the man finally spoke

 

Hesitantly she took his hand and kissed him on his lips.

 Before collapsing to the ground.

The watch finally stopped ticking, and the wind gave a long sigh, pushing the door open

 

 Soon came the break of dawn

His hair turned to flame-red

His eyes back to an innocent look

As he shrunk down to the size of a little boy

He gave her one last look,

Before heading outside in tattered clothes and a hopeful smile.

 

Tomorrow he was gonna play an old man.

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Journey’s Strength: Embrace Life’s Path

Forever and ever there is someplace you can fly to. There is a home for you, waiting patiently. All you have to do is find it. There is always a person who is by your side, who will be there when you need a shoulder to cry on. All you have to do is find him/her. Your future is unknown, your past is forgotten, your present is what you want to be. There is a power inside us all. Shining brighter and brighter. All you have to do is activate it. It may take years or maybe just a few days, but in the end, you will find it. You are who you want yourself to be. You can do great things if you wish to. I can’t know your future but all I can say is that sad days will come.  Off days and gloomy ones will happen but all you have to do is be strong, and accept what happened even if it is hard to do so. Know your mistakes and move forward. Tomorrow is a brand new start. I will tell you life is not all puppies and rainbows, even though I wish it was. It is an obstacle course. Sometimes you’ll wobble and other times you will find balance. Sometimes you will fall and get back up. But in the end, we all know that you have achieved a lot.

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Unlikely Heroes

“Y’all were heroes from the beginning. You just didn’t ‘turn’ all of a sudden.” (Hinton, page #107) S. E. Hinton writes in her book The Outsiders. The Outsiders is about a group of teenage boys trying to survive in an environment of class division. Throughout the book, these boys continue to get tested on their morals. This raises the question of whether even a gang of teenage delinquents can be heroes. The simple answer is a hero doesn’t always wear a cape, a hero is someone selfless, has perspective, and is willing to speak out against injustice.

In The Outsiders, Johnny Cade shows heroism by being selfless. After Ponyboy almost gets drowned by Bob for“stealing” his ex-girlfriend. Johnny confesses to killing Bob to protect his friend. Referencing, in chapter 4, Johnny explains to Ponyboy,“‘I had to. They were drowning you, Pony. They might have killed you…’”(Hinton, page #57). This conveys heroism because although Johnny would have to be on the run for most of his life, he still decided to save Ponyboy. Selflessness matters in humanity because it can help connect with people, empathize with their struggles, and contribute to a positive change. In conclusion, Johnny Cade’s selfless act in The Outsiders demonstrates heroism.

In The Outsiders, Cherry Valance expresses heroism by having perspective. After Bob Sheldon’s (her ex-boyfriend) murder, the conflict between the greasers and Socs intensifies. Cherry sees the conflict from both sides. To illustrate, in chapter 6 after Dally tells Johnny and Ponyboy about their new spy Cherry, Dally goes on to say “‘She said she felt that the whole mess was her fault, which it is, and that she’d keep up with what was coming’ off with the Socs in the rumble and would testify that the Socs were drunk and looking for a fight and that you fought back in self-defense.’”(Hinton, page #85/86). This conveys perspective because although Cherry and Bob were once in a relationship she still sees the Greasers´ point of view and understands where both sides are coming from. Although Cherry is also a Soc herself she still spies on her closest friends just to help the greasers a little bit, because she understands the problem from all angles. Perspective is important to society and heroism because it helps people to view situations from other positions, and to consider other beliefs, experiences, and opinions. Such things are crucial for humanity and a hero because they give one a better understanding and greater empathy. It reduces bias, judgment, and conflict. When people don’t have perspective, they are quick with claims, which could end in unnecessary trouble. To summarize, a hero like Cherry Valance shows heroism by having perspective.

A hero speaks out against injustice, like Ponyboy Curtis in The Outsiders . In the novel, there is a lot of stereotyping between Socs and Greasers—the rich vs the poor. Ponyboy wants to help look out for the Greasers and for“boys like him”. As seen in the final few pages of the book, he thinks to himself “Someone should tell their side of the story, and maybe people would understand then and wouldn’t be so quick to judge a boy by the amount of hair oil he wore. It was important to me.”(Hinton, page # 179) This highlights Ponyboy coming to understand stereotyping and that he needs to advocate for those who are being judged on where they are from and how they look. Being an advocate and voice for problems such as class division, health and human rights, and food assistance, is a big idea in heroism because with so much going on in the world it can be hard to be seen but if that voice is heard it can help them build others’ confidence, help them push through, and take positive action. The impact of one person can last for many years and affect many people over time. Every hero needs to make a good impact on someone who doesn’t have the same chance or the opportunity to have their voice heard. To conclude, when someone like Ponyboy Curtis speaks out against injustice, they become a hero.

Not all heroes wear capes… Selfless people, who have perspective, and are willing to speak out against injustice are heroes too! If someone takes 1 minute of their day to look through the mess of selfishness and self-centered people to find someone who can benefit from their help then this small act of heroism will not only benefit the world by uplifting and enhancing other people’s lives but it inspires others to do the same.

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Where all the lost things go

The wind blew
The cold lake ripples
There is silence
My mind was empty
I had been running for miles.
And still, it was hopeless
I sit still by this lake calling your name
But it is hopeless
You are no longer in this world where you and I first met
You are far away, where lost things go
You are waiting for me
In a place where misplaced things go
I will find you soon
You are not gone
Your memory is forever
Though I may not be able to see you
You are there,
There, where lost things go
You are there smiling
You are there happy
Watching me learn from times when I fail
You are there where forgotten things go
A place full of lost, broken things
You are there and
I need to know no more

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Dandelions

I stood proud and strong Till the wind came that day. It was first a gentle breeze, it barely moved my position, But what came next was beyond my imagination. It was strong, stronger than all our strengths combined, But I held on, I still stood proud.   I stood still, but the weaker bent, They turned, they fell, and flew with the wind to their uncertain doom. The next breeze was more of a storm! Even the proudest, the most powerful bent, I held on though, I held strong.   I bent and almost fell. The wind pulled me and grabbed onto me like I was a rope in a game of tug-a-war. But I held on, I still stood, but with little hope. I watched in despair as others like my family and friends grew weak, As they too started dancing to the tunes of the wind.   What I felt was indescribable, but I had to stand. My body felt weaker as the wind grew with each passing day. Every day more left, and more couldn’t hold on. And soon came my time. I let the wind carry me but not for long.   I wiggled and fell free into a green luscious meadow. There I nestled into the dirt. The warmth of the sun and the water from the rain aided me.   Now others stand where I once fell, stronger and prouder.

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Infinite stairs

A staircase with infinite stairs

Some are soft and make you smile

Some are hard and some are made from tile

Some stairs have nails poking your feet

Others have hot coal…so hot that it could cook meat

Some stairs were long and others were short

After climbing a few stairs the staircase would split into two

Then comes a decision on which one to choose

This staircase reaches higher than the Earth to Mars

But no one has ever been able to get that far

What is at the end of the stairs is unknown 

But whenever, and wherever you stop a prize is definitely shown. 

A prize that is not based on how much you climbed or how fast it took 

but a prize for the actions you took 

on the way to get to where you now stood

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Few poems

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Hardworking Sun

The Sun was bright, it shined with all its might.

The children laughed and played,

while the old man lay under the shade.

He smiled at the sun for all that it had done!

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Swings

Birds tweet as I take a seat,

I fly through the air with my waving hair.

I hold on to the chain as I close my eyes,

What a time I had on this ride!

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Sad

The wind blew, making my hair go haywire as the waves of the water below carried a small boat. In the hurry of the day I lost someone so precious, so wonderful, so cherished that my mind began to go wandering far into the blue-green ocean. I could not hear the gossip and chattering of the voices that surrounded me. All I saw was darkness, and I felt like I was drowning in untouched waters, gasping for air, screaming for help but no one can hear. And if I ever would make it out alive, no one will understand the pain, the amount of fear and terror I bore. No one will know how it feels to feel so weak that you think your soul is going to leave your body. Tears fell from my eyes but no one noticed them. They say they know how it feels, but do they? They say that they have your back but do they? Because if they did, where are they now when I needed them most? I stayed quiet the whole way back from the funeral location, my eyes were glossy. I moved and looked like I was hypnotized for the next following days at least that’s what they told me. They told me for a few days/weeks it will feel weird and depressing, the internet told me it would be like that for 6 months and after that, everything will go back to normal. Like with everything they were wrong. Normal? What is normal without the person you love with your whole heart? How normal is normal if a whole chunk of your life is missing? As I walked down the street, people would whisper, look at me in pity. But I ignored them. Usually in movies, this is the part where the person gives up on living and takes up bad habits but my life was not a movie. I would go through the motions of daily life and then at precisely 6 o’clock I would head to the beach and stare at the water. Just stare as memories flood my mind, how can someone I was hearing and interacting with just a few months ago disappear? I was mad, I was angry. How could the universe take something away from me that was more valuable than gold? Some days I felt weak and powerless, and others I felt like screaming and cursing at the top of my lungs. But no matter how I felt each day would end with me crying my heart out. I didn’t feel like smiling, eating, or going out with friends knowing that the person I thought would be with me forever was gone. I still lived though because many were relying on me like relied on the very person that drifted away from me. As time went on, I learned to live with this empty spot in my heart, I learned to laugh even though deep inside I was crying. I learned to be myself again without the person that kept me going. When people asked as they do, I would share our story. I am old now, my hair is gray, I am close to breathing my last breath, and I find comfort in this because soon I will meet the person I miss so deeply. Nothing is forever even sadness.

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App Review | WordUp(Vocab Builder)

  Attention all Readers and Writers. In today’s world, it is hard to grow up not knowing at least some simple phrases or words in English. But no matter how well you write and speak this global language, even if you are a native speaker there will always be a couple of words that you miss. But no one wants to go and carry a dictionary or thesaurus around during work/school/or even a conversation. Ok so you have your phone with you, that is Great…Until it runs out of battery! So how do you learn words and phrases that best suit you and your daily life and interests? Well, there are hundred different ways, but what seems to be a public favorite is  Wordup. Wordup is a fun and easy-to-install app on your phone and is available on google play and the Apple App Store and has 5 million+ downloads and users.

 

How does Wordup work?

  Wordup starts by asking you simple questions like your age range, why you want to improve your English, your favorite topics, and your field of work. Then it gathers all that information and makes something they call a Knowledge Map using the words that are most important in your life.  Once you mark words you know, it will help you learn the meanings of words that you don’t know using fun quotes, dictionary definitions, pictures, and fun youtube videos. The app lets you chat with AI forms of celebrities and public figures to help your English be top-notch.  This app even has a feature where it will give you feedback on your writing. 

 

Pros and Cons

This may be the most fun English learning app using AI and other tools I have come across. In my opinion, this app is the best to learn English especially if you live in a non English speaking country.  A small problem with the app is that many features that you rely upon to help you get better are limited for some time, if you are using the free version.  For example, with the free version, with the AI celebrities messaging feature you can only send up to 20 messages. Also, the app has this review feature where you go over words that you learned the previous day. In this feature you have 3 hearts, and you lose a heart each time you mess up a word while you are reviewing. When you lose all three, there is no way to get them back unless you wait until the next day, have the pro version, or you learn 100 new words. This I can understand can get on people’s nerves when all they are trying to do is practice words they already know. Another problem is that the app does not have a free offline version, to get the offline version you would need to upgrade to pro.  On the bright side, this app has won many awards and has helped many develop their English speaking and writing skills. 

 

Summary

In conclusion, Wordup is an innovative and engaging app that offers a unique approach to English language learning. By tailoring its content to individual users’ preferences and interests, it provides a personalized learning experience that is both effective and enjoyable. The app’s features, such as fun quotes, dictionary definitions, and interactive videos, make the process of learning new words and phrases exciting and interactive. Additionally, the ability to chat with AI forms of celebrities and public figures adds a touch of realism and practicality to the learning experience. While the free version of the app may have some limitations, Wordup’s overall benefits outweigh these minor drawbacks. The app’s success in helping non-native English speakers, especially those living in non-English speaking countries, is a testament to its effectiveness. With its numerous awards and positive reviews, Wordup has established itself as a leading tool for enhancing English speaking and writing skills.

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