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She opened her eyes, and all she saw was a searing white light. She felt a biting cold metallic surface beneath her. She was laying down, in a metal room with only one door; a heavy, solid metal door. The florescent lights: the searing light, buzzing incessantly above her. They were driving her mad. She suddenly felt a pool of warmth beneath her head; blood. It was bleeding. To her relief it was only a slight trickle. To her horror there was a large dried pool of blood below her. A few drops trailed off to the opposite end of the room. And she saw him.

Lying there on the floor, opposite to her was a man. She saw no blood around him, but saw blood on his hands. Lying between them were a syringe and a keycard. The syringe was empty; what was in it? She wondered. Did he attack me? What is this place? Why am I here? Why can't I remember? She couldn't remember. She couldn't remember anything at all; who she was, where she was, and why she was here. She couldn't remember; and she was afraid. Did he lock me in this room for something I did? Was this man a guard at this facility? Or were this man's intentions more...malignant? She didn't want to know. She wanted to get out; she had to get out. She had to find some answers.

She stood up and made her way towards the door, still slightly ajar. As she approached the threshold, she noticed a camera. What is this place she thought and what is it for? She left into the hallway, and stared down its sterile walls, glistening in the white light. There were more cells, but there was silence. She was unsure of whether that was a good sign or not. She made for the door at the end of the hallway; it looked different from the rest, perhaps it wasn't a cell, perhaps it was a way out. She hoped it was. When she reached the door, her heart sank; it was locked.

The key card in the room! It was the only thing she had to go on, the only ray of light in her frightening nightmare. Feeling hopeful, she raced to the end of the hall for the key card. When she reached the cell she had awoken in, she entered and made her way for the card, not noticing that the man had woken up, and was watching her. As she goes to leave the room, she hears an unsettling, animalistic growl. She turns back to see the man, crouching, staring at her with a predator's gaze. Looking closer at his eyes, she notices that his eyes are a yellowish color; like a cat's eyes. His nails had sharpened, and were more like claws. What was in that syringe? Was he planning on doing that to me?

Suddenly, the feral beast leaped. Thinking quickly, she pulled the door closed just in time. She started to run down the hall and then she heard that noise. The feral creature let out a sickening roar. The nightmarish noise paralyzed her with fear. For an eternity, she could not move, could not think, could not breath. What made her move wasn't fear of the beast behind her. It was the new sounds she heard. The other cells were alive with movement; something was lurking behind their walls. With an ever deepening sense of terror, she ran towards the door, inserted the key card, and turned the handle; the door opened. The minuscule amount of relief she felt was extinguished when she heard the footfalls of the beast. Without even looking, she went through the door and into the new room. She turned and closed the door, seeing the beast lunge forward, more feral in appearance than before, just in time for it to crash into the closed door. She was safe, for now.

Turning to examine the room, she saw monitors. Monitors that showed the horrors in the other cells. Creatures that lurked and prowled with vicious intent. Creatures that writhed and squirmed in agonizing pain. This facility...was for experimentation on human beings. Just who the hell are these people? What are they doing? What are these vile bastards doing to these poor people? Sitting down, she started to go through some notes lying on the table. They were of someone named Dr. Moreau. This despicable person wrote about these people, his "patients" with no empathy, no remorse. He was now one of his own experiments.

"Doctor, are you there? The Colonel is waiting for the latest results of your testing." It was a man's voice on the other side of the door opposite from the one with the cells. She sat frozen with fear. What would happen to her when he found out what happened to the doctor, that he had become one of his pets? "Doctor? I'm coming in..." The door slowly opened, and a man wearing heavily padded, black colored clothing came in. He was holding a gun. When he stepped into the room, he raised it and fired. At that moment, a life was silenced.
But it was not hers...

Lowering his weapon, he turned to her and said, "Your bleeding, come with me to the infirmary." When she didn't respond, didn't even breath, he said it. Those words which shattered her utterly and will haunt her for the rest of her days. It was just a simple question, yet it implied so much.

"Doctor Moreau, are you alright?"

title: This was a short story I wrote for a high school English class. I was told by my teacher that it was well written, but I would like some criticism from you guys and gals. (This story is about 5-6 years old) [Battle Not With Monsters]

question: How did Dr. Moreau lose her memory?

answer: The feral man in one of the cells probably attacker her while she was trying to inject it with a syringe.

question: Describe the story's setting.

answer: The story takes place in a metal room with a solid metal door and searing fluorescent lights. The room looks like a holding cell in a medical facility that has several other holding cells housing different beasts. There is a separate room with several monitors that showed the horrors in the cells.

question: Why did the injured man in the room attack Dr. Moreau?

answer: He presumably turned feral and was probably pissed off because Moreau performed experiments on him.


split: train

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“Nine steps down the road and turn left at the old house.”  I kept repeating those words in my head.  It was like a song or a rhyme that bounced around my head refusing to leave through any of the normal channels.  “Nine steps down the road and turn left at the old house.”  Who said that?  I might be able to remember but those damn words are too distracting.  The echo is deafening and trying to think about anything else just makes it even louder.  “Nine steps down the road and turn left at the old house.” If I could just remember where I heard that, I might be able to…

The car smashes against my body and my body against the car, as much as a car would care about a few hundred pounds of flesh, water, and crunchy bits stuff in an odd looking package whacking against it‘s metal construction.  My gut immediately registers the damage, followed by the quick and utter collapse of my spleen.  I’m fairly certain it was my spleen at least,  I am not horribly good at anatomy and a car crash seems an inappropriate time for brushing up on the subject.  The fact I am broken is quite clear, if not from the pain, then perhaps from the blood exiting my body from the hole in my stomach or perhaps the blood spraying on my vehicular executioner when I cough. The car stopped.  Did I mention the car stopped?  The driver sure was nice to stop for me.  Would have been nicer if it occurred before I started bleeding, but it’s the thought that counts.  Oh god, it hurts.  I’m supposed to be in shock.  When you get hit by a car and have a giant hole in your stomach, you get to go to your happy place where all the Playboy bunnies bring me drinks and tell me how I was always better than Hugh, but I can still feel the pain.  There isn’t pain at the Playboy Mansion, but I’m not at the Playboy Mansion.  I’m in the middle of the street.  I’m in the middle of the street and I’m dying.  I can see people around me, sirens in the distance.  I wonder if they will save me.  I think the man who hit me is standing over me but everything is a bit blurry.  I would try to talk but my body has prioritized coughing up blood ahead of casual conversation.

The man leans over me and I think he is smiling.  He can’t be smiling.  He hit me with a car.  He doesn’t get to smile.  I don’t care if I was an idiot for cross the street when there was traffic, you don’t get to smile at me!  The sirens have gone silent.  Did I go deaf? I’m losing my grasp on everything.  Ah.  I see the shock has kicked in and I don’t feel anything now.  I can’t hear, I can’t feel, and unless it became night really quickly I think I might be losing my vision.  My body doesn’t want me to know I’m dying.  It doesn’t want to die.  I don’t. I don’t want to die.  I just keep thinking…keep thinking…I remember now. Nine steps down the road and turn left at the old house.  Nine steps down the road and turn left at the old house.  Nine steps down the road….

title: Nine Steps

question: Why does the narrator remember the words: "Nine steps down the road and turn left at the old house"?

answer: It is probably the last words he heard before crossing the word, or the directions he was remembering to get to the place he was going.

question: Who said the words "Nine steps down the road and turn left at the old house" to the narrator?

answer: It is unclear from the text. The narrator is not able to think about that at this stage.

question: Where does the hole in the narrator's stomach come from?

answer: The narrator was hit by a car while crossing the road. No information is given about what part of the car made the hole in his stomach.

question: Who is the narrator?

answer: It is a man who crossed the street while there was traffic and was hit by a car.

question: Write a ~6 sentence summary.

answer: A man is following directions, viz. Nine steps down the road and turn left at the old house. To accomplish this he crosses the road and is hit by a car. He realizes that his injuries are extensive, he is surprised that he is not in shock. He sees the driver of the car that hit him and hears sirens. Then he goes into shock and thinks only of the directions that were given to him.


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The sunset cast a pink glow over the horizon. The last few rays stretched across the ocean, casting small shadows on the grains of sand like tendrils creeping from the water. The tendrils kept stretching and stretching as the light slowly faded from view. A man sat on the beach, these tendrils slowly sneaking towards him. His foot shifted, breaking the illusion as he leaned back. The sand softly clinked against the bottle of wine to his right and scraped against the pistol to his left.

The mans name was unimportant. He was easily forgettable. He could blend into a crowd, disappear into the night. He was the guy in the apartment building, in 8B, who you pass every day. Who stares longingly at you as you walk buy but as far as you'd be concerned he's just a part of the tacky wallpaper. But he's always there whether you realize it or not.

This feature of his was excellent in this case. Sitting on a beach in Florida, he was unnoticed by the countless runners and late tourists watching a sunset on a clear summer evening. As the last few stragglers went back to their homes and hotels, the man sat up straight. He grasped the bottle of wine, letting a few mouthfuls of the drink slide down his throat before wiping the bottle down and tossing it into the bushes.

He stood up, the sand filling the void between his toes, as he slowly walked to the pier. Sitting out of view behind a support beam he waited. There was now no light in the sky. The faint glow of the city behind him made the waves visible but if anything was out there it was lost in the inky blackness. But a faint dot could be made on the horizon, a tiny light that could be easily mistaken as a star low on the horizon but the man knew better. He had dealt with this light before.

As the light slid across water, he followed. Walking down the beach and wading through water, all the while making sure the pistol was kept dry. He followed it for what felt like hours, his heartbeat pounding in his ears and his mind filled with anticipation. Eventually it came towards land, near a marina. Hiding behind a pillar once again, the man made sure the gun was loaded and the safety off. The boat grew near, the lights now completely on instead of hiding in the background.

Another man, a Cuban, jumped off the boat, mooring her to the pier and made sure the locks were all locked tight. As he turned to leave he was faced by a man with a cocked pistol pointed squarely at his head. The Cuban could almost see the hollowpoint 9mm round lurking in the barrel. He closed his eyes. A loud pop was heard, birds scattered, and you could hear a thud as his body slumped to the wooden deck. The man quietly slipped away into the night, the black enveloping him.

The police arrived a few hours later, shooing the critters away trying to feast on the Cuban. They checked his pockets, retrieving the keys to his boat and climbed aboard. They found a hollow compartment and using the keys, popped the lock. Inside it was filled with water, they were about to close it when a hand slowly rose to the surface.

After digging through the Cubans information they realized he went by a name that was respected out of fear in the Cuban community. The Coyote. A man who profited off the love of others by smuggling people out of Cuba and into the United States. They identified the remains, 12 in all, in the compartment and looked up their relatives. A stack of files with photos attached sat on a detectives desk as he worked through them. Considering their motive and wondering if they were the man that killed the Coyote.

However in that stack of files was a man. A man who had lost his family to the Coyote. A man who had killed the Coyote. A man who blended into the background, slipping out of reality and disappearing once again into the dark. And as the file was eventually placed into the cold cases, waiting for a solution that would never come, the Man sat smiling on a chair in his small apartment. A man who raised his gun to his temple and pulled the trigger.

title: A Man

question: Why is the author being so descriptive?

answer: The author is trying to paint the most vivid picture possible of his surroundings, so readers understand exactly what happened & why it did.

question: Why does the author say the mans name is unimportant?

answer: Because it drives home the point that the man is forgettable, which is why he's such a good killer.

question: Why did the man kill the Coyote?

answer: Revenge for the Coyote killing his family.

question: Why couldn't the police figure out who had killed the Coyote?

answer: Both because the Man was forgettable and easy to miss, and because he was very cautious about not being seen by anyone.


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ACROCALLOSAL SYNDROME (also known as ACLS) is a rare autosomal recessive syndrome characterized by corpus callosum agenesis, polydactyly, multiple dysmorphic features, motor and intellectual disabilities, and other symptoms.[1] The syndrome was first described by Albert Schinzel in 1979.[2]

It is associated with _GLI3_.[3]

Signs and symptoms

Acrocallosal syndrome (ACLS, ACS, Schinzel-Type, Hallux-duplication) is a rare, heterogeneous[4] autosomal recessive disorder first discovered by Albert Schinzel (1979) in a 3-year-old boy.[5] To inherit ACLS, one gene copy from each parent must contain a mutation somewhere in the KIF7 gene and be passed on to the child . Characteristics of this syndrome include absence or poor development of the area connecting the left and right parts of the brain, an abnormally large head, increased distance between facial features (eyes), poor motor skills, mental retardation, extra fingers and toes, many facial deformities,[6] and cleft palate . This is considered a rare disorder and is placed on the NIH Office of Rare Diseases (fewer than 200,000 cases) rare disease list. Lifespan may range from stillbirth to normal expectancy depending on pregnancy complications and severity of the disorder.[7] In mild cases, the subjects have been shown to live relatively normal lives, but with developmental delays.[8]

Pathology

[This disease is autosomal recessive.] Acrocallosal syndrome (ACLS, ACS, Schinzel-Type) is a rare, heterogeneous, autosomal recessive disorder.[9] The heterogeneity of this condition refers to the multiple genes that may function to contribute to varying degrees of this syndrome[10] and is often linked to consanguinity.[11] Characteristics of this syndrome include agenesis of the corpus, macrocephaly, hypertelorism, polydactyly, mental and motor retardation,[12] craniofacial dysmorphism, hallux duplication,[13] and sometimes palatal clefting. It has also been reported that there are many similar signs and symptoms between ACLS, Greig cephalopolysyndactyly, and hydrolethalus syndrome (HLS), although there is little evidence to support common genetic causation at this point.[14]

Mechanism

Recent studies by, have indicated that the mutations responsible for ACLS are located in the KIF7 protein. KIF7 is a 1343 amino acid protein with a kinesin motor, coiled coil, and Gli-binding domains. Its functions are largely associated with ciliary motor function,[15] and is a key factor in the Sonic Hedgehog (Shh) transduction pathways that are crucial during embryogenesis . Therefore, mutations in Hedgehog signaling components (KIF7) may lead to cilia based pathologies and ultimately defects in the brain and other areas associated with ACLS and related disorders . More specifically, mutations observed by, in the GLI3 gene have yielded similar characteristics to ACLS, but further evidence is needed since the corpus callosum is usually present in these cases. Other studies have also indicated that KIF7 interacts with Gli transcription factors, so mutations in the KIF7 gene may be upstream effectors of GLI3. Further understanding about the functionality of ACLS and its underlying mechanisms opens new doors to pharmacological manipulation and other forms of molecular therapy.[16]

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title: Acrocallosal syndrome

question: What does the text say are some signs and symptoms of Acrocallosal syndrome?

answer: Characteristics of the syndrome include corpus callosum agenesis, multiple dysmorphic features, motor and intellectual disabilities. Other characteristics include absence or poor development of the area that connects the left and right parts of the brain. An abnormally large head, increased distance between facial features, mental retardation and deformities are also caused by Acrocallosal syndrome. In some cases, subjects of the syndrome can live relatively normal lives but with development delays.


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“Just a few questions sir, and we’ll be out of your hair” said the neatly kept woman behind the desk.

     “No problem”, Pete replied, wondering how she fell into this job.

     “Okay then, so. Age?”

     “25”, he said, after a brief pause that someone lying might have needed.  She nodded, punching the keyboard twice.

    “Weight?”

“Ooo, God knows. Sorry. I mean, I have no idea.  The last time I weighed myself I was about 210, 220? But that was at least a month ago.” He turned to his side. “What do you reckon?”  She smiled, embarrassed at his gesture.

     “We’ll say 210 then.” Pete congratulated himself, then thanked her for the accidental compliment.

     “Time of death?” asked the woman, slightly more sternly then the last questions.  Pete was taken aback.  He was having fun before that one.

     “Don’t you already know that?” he asked.  She shrugged sympathetically. “It’s for our records.”

    “Fine. Suicide.” A subtle wince brushed over her face at his brisk retort.  “Will that be a problem?” he asked, noticing her expression.

     “No, no absolutely not”.  The woman made a conscious effort to force a smile.  Peter smiled back, her smile was convincing enough.  She had lovely teeth, too.  “If you’d like to go through, Jon will show you around.”

    As the words came out of her mouth, a polished, white door opened to the right of her desk.  Jon, who looked like he had stepped out of a shaving advert, was waiting on the other side, doing his best to make him feel as welcome as possible with a beaming smile.  “Come through my friend!” he shouted enthusiastically.  Peter didn’t like him already.

    He stepped through the door, not pausing to consider the fact that one of life’s biggest questions was soon to be answered for him. Of course, he had preconceptions of what heaven might look like – clouds, cherubs, wispy structures with thrones and columns - but he decided he would leave those in the waiting room.   They were mostly taken from Disney’s Hercules anyway; a dubious source at best.

    With his jaw hung open, he pivoted on the spot, like a netball player desperately searching for a pass.  The door behind him had disappeared, and surrounding him, in every direction, were rows, and rows, and rows, of cubicles.  They seemed to go on infinitely into the distance, punctuated by a medium sized houseplant by the doorway of each one, and a water cooler every 50 yards in the corridors dissecting them.  He looked at Jon, who was looking around in gleeful awe, as though he too was seeing it for the first time.  “Isn’t it amazing” he said, breaking from his trance to gage Peter’s reaction.
“It’s…an office?”, though it was more of an observation then a question.

     “This is what we call The Mothership” explained Jon, still baring those suspiciously white teeth.  “It’s the central hub. The engine room, if you like. This is where you’ll be working.”

title: Heaven is a Place on Earth. Part 1

question: By "time of death", did the woman mean Pete has died?

question: What is the "mothership"?

question: Is this a Christian text?

question: Is Pete in Heaven?

answer: It seems he is, based on the descriptions of cherubs and the like.

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer: Pete finds himself newly in heaven. A woman takes his vitals and stats, and asks if his cause of death was suicide. He tentatively confirms this, wondering if suicide will rule out the possibility of heaven. The woman leads him to a man named Jon, who shows Pete to the mothership.


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The fan moves back and forth. Looking left then right, guarding my room from the things I cannot see. The constant whirr is calming, and reassuring to my restless mind. That is what they tell me anyway. I am restless. I am confused. I am dangerous they say. So I stay in this room, because it is what is good for me. For everyone. But I don’t mind. There’s a very nice bed, and my fan. The whirr is very calming to my restless mind, I’m told.

The people here are very kind, and come to see me often. There is a child down the hall from me that is not very pleasant though. I know all the things she has done. She’s probably sitting in there planning her next act as I speak. That’s why she doesn’t get a nice room like the rest of us. Hers is darker, and there isn’t even a window. I don’t think she’s allowed visitors anymore either. The poor child.

My family, they come to see me every week. Twice a week if I am lucky. They did anyway. Not so often anymore. I always enjoyed when my mother came though. She is most beautiful. At least she was, until one day – Oh, three years ago sounds about right. I’m sorry, I just can’t keep track of time very well in this, ever so nice room. It really is very nice. Anyway, where was I? Oh, my mother! Yes!  We found her at the bottom of the stairs. Her curly, flowing blonde hair, blood streaked, casting an almost beautiful veil of sorts over her face.

“A quick blow to the head”, they said.  “There was no sign of resistance, or struggle.” And she was gone down the spiral staircase, just like that. My mother never liked that staircase.

Personal belongings falling from her bag left a trail to her body. Almost as if it were a child’s game, with a twist at the end. The killer meant for us to find her like that. I know. But no one believes me though. They all just think I’m crazy. I know it was no accident, or fluke. Lipstick and mints don’t fall in such a perfectly crafted line like by chance! This was the work of a killer. A good one at that. Leaves no evidence, but the crime in plain sight for all to find. Almost flaunting it. Proud of it even.

I’ve watched the girl leave and return unnoticed three times. Each time claiming another victim. The nice people think she is getting better, I hear them talking about letting her have a nice room soon, and maybe even letting her go. But I know! The girl does not get better in the mind she gets better at hiding the evil keeping her here! They know nothing.

When the girl left, she used a window in one of the empty rooms. We are on the first floor, so it was probably quite easy for her. It was quiet, but not so quiet that she could be heard easily, especially with the fans whirring as they so often do. She was back within the hour and ever so graciously strolled back into her room as if nothing more than a quick run to the store had just happened. Although unsuspected by others, I knew better. My thoughts were proven correct by afternoon the next day.

I was allowed out for good behavior, and improvements with my “instability” and “franticness” as the nice people call it. Consequently, I went to visit my family. That’s when we found my mother. Her beautiful blonde hair, an elegant mess over her face. Her motionless body. The trail. They crying. They betrayal. My father and sisters seldom spoke to me, or each other for nearly a year after that.

Until the girl left again.

She was barley noticeable this night, and if I hadn’t known better I would have thought it Max, our house cat, out for a midnight stroll as he so often does. Probably admiring the very nice rooms. They are painted a beautiful shade of blue. The girl does not get to enjoy this though because she does these terrible things. Slipping out the door was a simple task for her on this night. Especially when the nice people were starting to ease up on her security and restrictions. She might have been able to have a nice room soon too.

I was also trusted more. And with each passing day I found more interesting things to do with my time. One day I simply wandered about, admiring and counting all the doors and windows I could find. They are all quite beautifully made. Carved wood frames, and shiny copper hinges around every corner, all accented by lovely blue walls. I even attended Sunday services every once and a while. These were almost as calming to me as the whirr of my fan.

I went to service that morning after the girl had left, to get my mind settled and well rested. Since I was out, I did not hear the news until nearly mealtime. My father was dead, my sister told me. In synch as they always were. Its quite a spectacle to hear them speak, it truly is. I miss their voices sometimes. It was as if they were not two minds, but one. Each knowing exactly what the other’s intentions would be. Sometimes I wished I had a twin. No one ever understood me the way they seemed to understand each other.

My father was drowned in our pool. Oh, how I loved that pool. Summers of swimming and carefree fun. He never went near it though. Not once. He was always afraid of water, but had it made just for us. That’s how we knew it wasn’t an accident.
I was allowed out for the funeral.

After that I did not see the girl for a long time, and my sisters started coming to visit every week. Over the course of their visits however, they acquired a distaste for my fan, which I would never fully understand. When they were here, we spoke of the past, new events, but mostly of when I would be able to leave. It was always a topic of interest that no one seemed to know the answer to. I was calmer, oh yes. I was aware. They saw nothing wrong, and neither did the nice people. How terrible I feel for tricking them. They really are very nice.

My poor sisters were the last to go. I saw it coming. I didn’t know when, and it took me two full months to figure out how, but I could feel it.

For her grand finale of sorts, the girl had taken my fan, the fan belonging to the boy on room over, and every other she could find on her way out.

The house was burned down by morning.

I awoke to the fan moving back and forth. Looking left and then right. Guarding my room from the things I cannot see. The constant whirr is calming and reassuring to my restless mind. I am restless. I am confused. I am dangerous. So I stay in this room because it is what’s good for everyone. I have a bed, and my fan. The constant whirr is very calming to my restless mind. It’s the only way I can live in this dark room alone.

title: Second edit, needs a title, any advice appreciated. (1,248 words)

question: Who does the narrator think the killer is?

answer: A young girl.

question: Where is the narrator sequestered except with good behavior or special circumstances?

answer: Unclear, implied somewhere for people with mental health issues.

question: Is the killer girl real?

answer: Unclear, may be a hallucination.

question: Who is the narrator?

answer: Possibly a mental patient.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: The narrator is nearby to several deaths, each time seeing a young girl present. She believes the young girl is responsible, but the reader is lead to believe she may be a hallucination. The narrator is not allowed to leave where they live, possibly because they're mental patients.


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Once upon a time, there lived a girl. She was a mousy looking girl who wore rags of grey and blue. Her peers liked to tease her because of that (and other things, too).

She walked home alone, her only company the voices in her head, mocking her. They were loud, an obnoxious din, and certainly unwelcome. The girl could do nothing to make them go away. She didnt like the voices, though they were her only company.

People often told her to perk up a little, but the girl couldnt, or maybe she just wouldnt. She couldnt understand why it was important for them to see her ''perk up''. They never noticed her, except sometimes to offer advice on how to be like them - perky and carefree.

Sometimes the girl thought about why she felt so different from the society around her. Life for her was like being at a party she wasnt invited to, and she didnt know how she came to be at this party. The more the girl thought about this, the more she got lost amidst her thoughts. The only escape from this maze was to slash and cut her way out.

The day she smiled was a special day indeed! In fact, on that particular day, she smiled three times. Once, when she woke up in the morning knowing it was her last. Twice, when nobody was there to barge in, and ruin it for her. Lastly, when they found her.

title: The Girl Who Never Smiled

question: Why was the girl so alone?

answer: She was an introvert with mental problems and on the whole, people are unkind and unwilling to include social misfits in their circle of friends.

question: Why were people constantly telling her to perk up?

answer: She was obviously tough to be around. Not very friendly and possibly depressed.

question: Why did the girl not seek professional help?

answer: Perhaps she didn't realize that the voices in her head were not normal and that she could get help to quiet them down.

question: Is there a moral to the story?

answer: Perhaps that society could be kinder, and stop expecting everybody to fit into appropriate molds. A little care and affection may have helped the girl to overcome her demons and find another path besides suicide

question: Write a ~15 sentence summary.

answer:
Once upon a time, there lived a girl. She was a mousy looking girl and wore dull rags. She was teased.

She walked alone, her only company the voices in her head, mocked her. The unwelcome voices made an obnoxious din. The girl could do nothing to make them go away.

Sometimes the girl thought about why she felt so different from the society around her. Life for her was like being an uninvited guest at a party. The more the girl thought about this, the more she got lost amidst her thoughts. The only escape from this maze was to slash her way out.

The day she smiled was a special day! In fact, on that day, she smiled three times. Once, when she woke knowing it was her last day. Twice, when nobody barged in, to ruin it for her. Lastly, when they found her.


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The Beginning

The leaves fall relentlessly through sheets of rain. A boy rushes to get to the subway. Past the shallow puddles on the sidewalk, not giving a second glance at people on the street, he sprints down the stairs and into the underground network.

The boy is trying to make it halfway across the city, a one-train trip, only three stops, and the next one won’t come for another hour. A backpack slung over his back, it’s contents being a science textbook and a book entitled *Violin: From Crescendo To Concerto*, he is headed to a five o’clock violin lesson, directly followed by an hour long math tutor, and finally practicing his lines for the school play, *Hamlet*.

The young man is halfway to the station when he realizes he is five minute early. You would think that this would relax him, give him a moment of peace, but no. It only further increases his anxiety. Horrible thoughts of a broken train or a flooded tunnel fill his mind. He sits down, anxious beyond measure,and doesn't even notice the quarter fall from his pocket. He sees it, and upon realizing that it's his he springs up and walks towards it.

Too late however, a man bundled in various winter coats and another coat of grime bent down and grabbed it.

"Excuse me, sir," the boy says to the man.

The man walks on a if he hasn't heard him.

The boy repeats himself, louder than before, "Excuse me, sir!"

The man stops and looks behind, giving the sense that he has not heard the boy yet another, more subliminal sense, suggesting that he had.

"What is it you want, boy?" The man gives him a hard stare, as if daring him to say more.

The boy stutters, "I, um, the coin, it's um, mine could I-".

The man snaps at him, "Cut to the chase, boy! You won't get anywhere with that second-guessing cinder block up there between your shoulders!"

"I'm sorry sir, it's just that coin you picked up from the ground, it' mine."

The man offers sarcasm, "Well, such a *strong-minded* individual such as yourself who *obviously* shows very *plain* leadership qualities ought to have everything that is rightfully his, shouldn't he?" The man tosses the coin into the boy's outstretched hand and turns away.

The boy knows he shouldn't interfere with the man anymore, he was an odd type and gave him a bad feeling, but his attitude perplexed him more than anything and he wanted to know more.

"Excuse me, sir!", he calls out once more.

The man turns back, a look of vexation crossing his face.

"What is it you want now boy, is it the dollar I have hidden up my sleeve, or maybe the roll of dimes in my coat pocket?"

"No sir, I'm sorry for asking, but what is it that has you so flustered?"

"Flustered! I said nothing that implied my being flustered! What makes you assume that?"

"It's just, you seemed very cross at departing with that coin and-"

"I wasn't cross with the *coin*, I was cross with *you*, boy!"

"What have I done to offend you?", said the boy, trying not to express his own offense.

"You don't have the right look about you boy. Your gait's hurried, your fingers are restless, and your voice box's barely flickering with power."

"Why is that a problem, sir?"

"See, look at that! You're supposed to get up in my face, show some anger, something! Who taught you to be so soft-spoken?"

"Well, my parents taught me the rules, and I follow them in school."

"That's *despicable*! Tell me, boy, what happens if you do follow these *rules*?"

"Well, I've been told I'll have a happy life with a good job and lots of money." The whole time the boy has stared into space, hardly blinking.

"Lies!", the man shouts, "I'll tell you something, boy, not because I want to, but because you need to hear it."

"What is it then?"

"You're working for an empty cause. The lies they tell you is to keep your potential hidden, to make sure you work for them, not vice versa. You busy a lot?"

The boy nods.

"Just as I thought, they're really distractions. Who really cares if you can play Beethoven's 5th, can you choose between right and wrong. Can you see that there is something beyond what you know, something greater that valedictorians and diplomas, or will you live your life as another worthless human being?"

The boy is startled. Things are starting to make sense. "I'm afraid I don't quite follow you, sir."

"Tell me boy, do you do the things you do because you want to or because of this better life thing?"

The boy is too stunned to speak.

"It's like a modern *carpe diem*, boy. Every day wasted is a day you gave to them, do you want to continue to live like this?"

The boy shakes his head no.

"Neither do I, boy. But you're younger than me. You have a better chance at bringing about the change than I do. We cannot have these ideals yet, we have to work towards them, and maybe one day we will amount to something."

"I'm sorry, who's "we"?"

That moment his subway rolls into the station. The man smiles at him. "Remember what I said."

The boy gets into the subway. He turns back to get a glimpse of the man. He does. He also notices a tattoo on his arm that he didn't notice before. An "A" with a circle around it. Then the man vanishes from sight, into the crowd.

The boy sits down and opens his backpack. In it, along with it's previous contents, is a bunch of papers stapled together, a book called *Against the Logic of Submission* by Wolfi Landstreicher. IT looks as though it was printed by a home printer. The boy begins to flip through it when he notices a piece of lined paper, poorly torn out of a notebook, probably. It has one simple address: 818 SW 3rd Ave., PMB 1237 Portland, OR 97217.

With the address and the papers the boy slowly begins to awaken over the next few weeks. He realizes to the full extent what the man was saying. He begins a plan.

He leads the revolution.

title: The Beginning

question: Where is the boy headed?

answer: Halfway across the city on the train to a violin lesson, followed by math tutoring.

question: Who is the man in the subway?

answer: The man is a stranger the boy stops to ask for his coin back.

question: Explain what the man and boy discuss.

answer: The man tells the boy that the rules he has been told to follow are lies told to keep his potential hidden.

question: What type of plan does the boy come up with?

answer: The boy is stunned by the man's revelation, and he leads a revolution

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer:
The boy is heading to catch the subway train to go across town.
He stops a man to request his coin back that had been picked up.
They chat and the man reveals to the boy that the rules he has been told to follow are lies to keep his potential hidden.
The boy is stunned and plans to lead a revolution.


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[Bishop Karl Golser (on the left)]

KARL GOLSER (16 May 1943, Tscherms – 25 December 2016, Brixen) was the Roman Catholic bishop of the Roman Catholic Diocese of Bolzano-Brixen, Italy. Ordained to the priesthood in 1968, Golser was named bishop in 2008 and retired in 2011 due to health reasons. He died in 2016, aged 73.[1]

[1] Profile, catholic-hierarchy.org; accessed 27 December 2016.

title: Karl Golser

question: When was Karl Golser born?

answer: Karl Golser was born on May 16th, 1943.

question: Where did Karl Golser die?

answer: Karl Golser died in Brixen.

question: What Diocese was Karl Golser the bishop of?

answer: Karl Golser was the bishop of the Diocese of Bolzano-Brixen.

question: When did Karl Golser retire?

answer: Karl Golser retired in 2011.

question: How old was Karl Golser when he died?

answer: Karl Golser was died when he was 73.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: Karl Golser was an Italian bishop of Bolzano-Brixen. He was ordained in 1968 and became bishop in 2008. He then retired in 2011 and died in 2016.


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[Lockheed Martin]Defense is an industry with a rich history of consolidation. And we may be looking at yet another blockbuster acquisition with LOCKHEED MARTIN CORP. (NYSE: LMT) prepared to fork over $8 billion for United Technologies Corp.'s (NYSE: UTX) Sikorsky Aircraft.

But will Lockheed Martin buy Sikorsky Aircraft?

It's certainly an intriguing purchase – as is LMT stock.

The consolidation of the defense industry in the 1980s and 1990s has helped to draw the current battle lines for the sector's top players.

Raytheon Co. (NYSE: RTN) has missiles. Northrop Grumman Corp. (NYSE: NOC) has radar. General Dynamics Corp. (NYSE: GD) has gun boats.

And ever since Lockheed Martin got the contract to lead the Joint Strike Fighter (JFS) program – an ambitious project to create the next generation of fighter jets, the F-35, for the Air Force, Navy, and Marine Corps – it looks like Lockheed Martin has a firm grip on the fighter jet market.

It's certainly been the primary Lockheed Martin stock price driver for the year – and will continue to be for years to come.

With this 56-year, $1.4 trillion program, it's estimated that when the F-35 goes operational in 2018, it will capture 50% of the jet fighter market globally, according to Teal Group analyst Richard Aboulafia, as reported by _NATIONAL DEFENSE_ in September 2014.

So what will Sikorsky bring to Lockheed? And ultimately, will Lockheed really buy Sikorsky Aircraft?

Here's what you need to know about this potential marriage.

Why Will Lockheed Martin Buy Sikorsky Aircraft?

Sikorsky is perhaps most well-known for its Black Hawk line of helicopters. Additionally, from former President Dwight Eisenhower to former President George W. Bush, Sikorsky had also built every presidential helicopter.

It was around 2004 that Sikorsky and Lockheed became bitter rivals. Lockheed teamed up with the Anglo-Italian AgustaWestland to battle for a presidential helicopter contract.

The Lockheed-Agusta partnership ultimately beat out Sikorsky with its VH-71, a project that was scuttled by delays and ultimately canceled in 2009 by the Obama administration at the behest of cost-cutting Defense Secretary Robert Gates.

That's where this story gets a little more fascinating…

question: What company is Lockheed Martin thinking of buying?

answer: Sikorsky Aircraft.

question: What does Raytheon Co. have?

answer: Missiles.

question: What does Northrop Grumman Corp. have?

answer: Radar.

question: What does General Dynamics Corps have?

answer: Gun boats.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: The article discusses the chance that Lockheed Martin will buy fellow defense contractor Sikorsky aircraft. It discusses the traditional products of the various defense contractors, before relaying the history of the rivalry between Lockheed and Sikorsky, which began in 2004.


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DON BRIEN (born September 1, 1959 in Halifax, Nova Scotia) is a Canadian sprint canoer, who competed in the mid to late 1980s. He won a bronze medal with partner Colin Shaw in the K-2 1000 m at the 1985 ICF Canoe Sprint World Championships at Mechelen.

Brien also competed in two Summer Olympics, earning his best finish of ninth in the K-4 1000 m event at Los Angeles in 1984.[1]

Brien began paddling in 1975 at the Banook Canoe Club in Dartmouth, Nova Scotia. Don's older brother Alvin Brien was also a successful paddler, and served as an early mentor. Alvin and Don were both named to the 1980 Summer Olympics in Moscow, but did not compete due to the Canadian boycott of those games.[2][3] In 1982, Alvin died at sea after a sailing accident.[4] Don Brien went on to compete at both the 1984 and 1988 Summer Olympic Games. He was on the Canadian national team for 12 years, and achieved some of the best international results of any Canadian kayaker during that period.[5]

Following his paddling career, Brien went on to become an orthopaedic surgeon.[6] He lives in Sydney, Nova Scotia.

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title: Don Brien

question: Summarize all the information relating to Don Brien's Olympic careeer.

answer: Brien was named in the 1980 Summer Olympics in Moscow, but did not compete due to the Canadian boycott of those games. He competed at both the 1984 and 1988 Summer Olympic games. He was the Canadian national team for 12 years.

question: In what field does Don Brien currently work?

answer: He is an orthopedic surgeon living in Sydney, Nova Scotia.

question: How old was Don Brien when his brother passed away?

answer: 23 years old.

question: Was Don Brien's sprint canoe career successful?

answer: He achieved some of the best international results of any Canadian kayaker during that period. his best result was a bronze medal with partner Colin Shaw in the K-2 1000m at the 1985 ICF Canoe Sprint World Championships at Mechelen.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: Don Brien is a Canadian sprint canoer who competed in the mid to late 1980's.


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The SAS briefings had not prepared James for this. "A few nationalistic radicals in sunglasses" did not have the money or connections to have the highest powered sniper rifle in the world. "An untrained group of anarchist rebels" couldn't hit shots perfectly from 200 yards out with a Kalashnikov. James reflected on the light-hearted meeting in which his CO had demeaned the enemy presence, and made sure the operators felt this would be nothing but another easy in, easy out. It seemed silly now. Simple ops don't end with four operators rotting in the gutter of a deserted Algerian city.

Why had the government only allocated five operators for this mission? Why did James radio refuse to play anything but static? Sitting by the edge of the MRAP they rode in on, James considered driving out. But he knew he wouldn't make it a mile before a land mine or bored group of radicals caused him to meet his maker. Clutching his M4, James sighed heavily and prepared his gas mask. Looks like it was up to him to finish this op, even after his four fellow soldiers had been taken out. Walking slowly but with an aura of purpose, James looked down his battle sights. The small box he came to crouch behind offered a decent viewing angle onto the suspected bomb site. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted several radicals making their way through a pair of arches that connected the area with a small cobble road. Again moving slowly, James transitioned himself behind another crate in preparation to take the shot.

James heard an incredibly loud bang, followed by the explosion of wood near inches wear his head had previously been. Collapsing onto the concrete floor, James caught the marked glint of a sniper scope on top of a small scaffolding. Seconds later, another shot rang out near James head. Cursing to himself, James heard the terrorists yelling at each other. The sound of sprinting footsteps followed, with several loud bangs echoing between the buildings. Several seconds followed, when a small whiz that could be easily mistaken for a cough was heard. One of the radicals collapsed, clutching at his gorged neck. James rose into a crouched position, the cold steel metal of the rifle resting in his hands. The two other terrorists began firing, attempting to keep him suppressed. James threw a flashbang into the middle of the courtyard, shielding his eyes. The radicals were not so lucky, and were caught in the full force of the grenade.

James emerged from his cover, and took two expert shots at the remaining men. The sound of a clattering sniper rifle was the only noise to break the cold silence of post-battle relief. If intel was to be trusted, two terrorists remained in the city. James was beginning to think they may had left, when he heard several loud beeps and whooping yells from a market across the road. Sprinting through to the middle road, James hoisted himself onto a small catwalk designed for donkey passages. Advancing onto the open-air market, James once again drew up his rifle. Whether lazy, cocky, or just plain stupid, one of the two remaining radicals had stopped for a smoke break inside a small series of blue apartments with open windows. James smiled at the easy pickings, and took him out quickly before advancing on.

The sight of the planted bomb confirmed what James had suspected; the terrorists were successful in arming the home-made explosive. Nervous, James knew there wasn't much time left on the bomb. He had to defuse it quickly, or the losses his team sustained would be in vain. Keeping his eye out for the renaming enemy, he sprinted the final 100 metres to the bomb before quickly pulling out his defuse kit. Feeling the trickle of hot sweat pour down his face, James worked quickly. The process lasted a mere five seconds, but to James, it felt like an eternity. Breathing a sigh of relief and drawing up his congested mask, James allowed himself ten seconds of rest before planning to set out in search of the remaining radical. He would find no relaxtion, however, as two rifle rounds entered his left leg, causing him to collapse in anguish and pain. James crawled to a nearby crate, biting his tongue in order to stop himself from screaming in agony. Drawing his H&K pistol, he knew this was it. Nothing but an injured operator and a lightweight sidearm to finish this mission. Hearing a small pattering of slow footsteps, James leaned himself over to the left. Aiming down the sights, his target finally made himself visible to James. Before the enemy had a chance to fire another shot, James brought his finger down on the trigger, sending a small bullet of lead directly into the head of the terrorist.

A small buzz was heard on the radio, with static breaking up barely intelligible words.

"*Corporal, this is base!*" More static was heard. "*Need your status, over!*"

James was crying in pain, but smiling at his victory. Easing his radio to his chapped and dry lips, he stated three words before falling unconscious.

"*Counter-terrorists win.*"

title: [AA] Operation

question: What does the story say about how James was able to defeat the terrorists?

answer: The terrorists had succeeded in taking out the four other soldiers assigned on the mission with James, and it was now left for him to end the war once and for all. For a while, it seemed as though the terrorists had succeeded in their feat because James was working alone and wasn't getting any help from the base. However, he successfully defeated the terrorists when he, fortunately, defused a homemade bomb planted by them over a minimal time. Because of this heroic act, he prevented the loss of his team from being in vain. And even though the enemy had planted two bullets in his leg to disarm him, James succeeded in taking down the leader of the terrorists by a single shot to the head, which meant the battle was officially over.


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He looked up as Dr. Sun walked into the office. He was nervous; his wife hadn’t been the same lately. He could see that something was wrong. At first he thought nothing of it, but once the quakes started happening he knew she needed to be taken in to see the doctor.

“I’m afraid I have negative news to report to you sir. She’s very ill. She appears to have some sort of parasites on her. They are incredibly destructive. At first her body didn’t recognize them, but now that it has, it’s trying too hard to fight them off.  You may have noticed this. I’m sorry Mr. Neptune, she has a very slim chance of living. She is still very contagious. Try to keep yourself and your family protected.”

 He began to weep, thinking about his family. Together they had six children and a dog, how would he cope without her. He walked into her room and looked at her. Her big beautiful green eyes looked dead, only her salty tears confirmed she was still alive.

title: Mother

question: What theme do the character names revolve around?

answer: The solar system (the sun, Neptune)

question: What is likely to happen after the story ends?

answer: Mr. Neptune's wife will probably pass away from the parasites.

question: What is the significance of the quakes?

answer: They are the body attempting to fight off the parasites.

question: If Mr. Neptune does not keep his family isolated from his wife, what will happen?

answer: They will likely be infected with the parasites as well.


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[Rand Paul says he might sue government]

June 9th, 2013

10:45 AM ET

7 years ago

CNN's Greg Clary

WASHINGTON (CNN) – Sen. Rand Paul, R-Kentucky, said Sunday he's looking into suing the federal government in the wake of what has been a tumultuous week for the Obama administration and National Security Agency.

"I'm going to be seeing if I can challenge this at the Supreme Court level. I'm going to be asking the Internet providers and all of the phone companies; ask your customers to join me in a class-action lawsuit," Paul said on FOX News Sunday.
"If we get 10 million Americans saying, 'We don't want our phone records looked at' then maybe someone will wake up and things will change in Washington."

The controversy began this week after multiple published reports said the NSA has been mining the phone and Internet records of both U.S. citizens and people around the world in a quest to prevent terrorist attacks.

President Obama addressed the issue Friday, saying the information gathered is extremely broad and that the government isn't monitoring the content of the data or people's names unless they have probable cause and a warrant.

But Paul said this data collection is by no means a modest invasion of privacy and in fact may even weaken America's counterterrorism operations.

"We are looking through so much data that I think it makes our fight against terrorism worse," Paul said.

In the end, Paul - known as a strong proponent of civil liberties - said this intelligence-gathering strategy is simply a step too far.

"I think the American people are with me and I think if you talk to young people who use computers on a daily basis, they are absolutely with me," Paul said.

question: What state does Rand Paul represent?

answer: Rand Paul represents Kentucky.

question: Who has been looking at phone and internet records?

answer: The NSA has been looking at phone and internet records.

question: Who is Rand Paul trying to sue?

answer: Rand Paul is trying to sue the federal government.

question: Does Rand Paul think that the American people have the same point of view?

answer: Yes, Rand Paul thinks that the American people are with him.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: Rand Paul is trying to make a class action lawsuit against the federal government. This is in response to reports that the NSA has been monitoring people's phone and internet usage, and Rand Paul says that this is government overreach and a violation of people's liberties.


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Trycitily is a very rare bacterium that can alter its own shape and size. Although Trycitily cannot multiply and spread, it can travel and once the bacteria becomes in contact with you, you die within a matter of minutes. The simple truth is that although this bacterium could be easily be collected and destroyed, it’s nearly impossible to track down because of it’s ability to alter to it’s surroundings. It didn’t take long for Trycitily to clear out upwards of seventy-five percent of the country, including a majority of the government officials. The United States is in a widespread panic and chaos fills the empty streets.

	In the midst of all this madness, scientist Joseph Stallings ponders his choices. Although he’s always kept a loaded Smith and Wesson in his nightstand, he can’t be sure if he’s even capable of taking his own life. The thought races through his head hurriedly as he steps outside to smoke a cigarette. He thinks of his ex wife and has no idea if she’s alive or dead. He thinks of the children he never had. He becomes more and more calm with each drag as he speculates the pros and cons of a mediocre and scripted life. A life in which he himself could not have appreciated because happiness only reaches it’s full potential when it’s shared. Being in the middle of fucking nowhere Texas, he is the only scientist of any kind within hundreds of miles and is expected to give insight on this bacterium. He starts to feel more and more pressure as he lights another cigarette. How is he supposed to help? The goddamn thing could be anywhere, anything.  A kind of elation engulfs him as he realizes that every problem, solution, or question that has ever burdened him could be gone within a matter of seconds. Mr. Stallings was tired of thinking and his brain hurt. He headed to his nightstand.

	 As he palmed the revolver he thought again. Science had taught him to leave no stone unturned. But all the stones had been checked. Mr. Stallings held two things in his hand: in his left, a Marlboro red that had collected quite a bit of ash at the end of it, and in his right, a Smith and Wesson Model 29. He took a long drag of his red, flicked it, and put the revolver in his mouth. As he looked up to say goodbye to a world that was saying goodbye right back to him, he paused. He caught a glimpse of his neighbor’s American flag and quickly ran to. He pulled it to the ground to reveal that it had 51 stars. Quickly realizing what this meant, he shot the 51st star and destroyed the virus. A smile crossed his face as he, for the first time in his life, felt a sense of accomplishment like no other. He took a deep breath, put the revolver back into his mouth, and died a happy man.

title: A troubled scientist

question: Who are the main characters?

answer: The main character is Dr. Joseph Stallings and the bacterium Trycility.

question: What are the major events of the story?

answer: The Trycility bacterium has wiped out 75% of the population already. Dr. Joseph Stallings is tasked with finding it and destroying it. He does not know how to do that, so he wants to commit suicide. Just before pulling the trigger, he spots an extra star on the American flag. He shoots the bacterium, thereby killing it. He goes on to commit suicide.

question: Where is this story set?

answer: This story is set in the middle of nowhere in Texas. Probably in the current time.

question: Explain why Dr. Stallings committed suicide.

answer: After killing the bacterium he felt a sense of accomplishment like no other. He died a happy man.

question: Explain why Dr. Stallings contemplated suicide in the first place.

answer: He is unsure of how to help destroy the bacteria that no one else has been able to destroy.

question: Write a ~7 sentence summary.

answer: Trycility is a deadly shape shifting bacteria. It has wiped out 75% of the population already. Dr. Joseph Stallings is tasked with finding it and destroying it. He does not know how to do that, so he wants to commit suicide. Just before pulling the trigger, he spots an extra star on the American flag. He shoots the bacterium, thereby killing it. He goes on to commit suicide as a happy man.


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EDWIN GOH (, born July 25, 1994) is a Singaporean actor.[1]

Personal life

Goh was a student of Holy Innocents' High School and LASALLE College of the Arts.

Career

Goh was nominated for Favourite Male Character. He gained his first nomination for Top 10 Most Popular Male Artistes & Most Popular Regional Artiste Award . In 2013, he was nominated for Best Newcomer. In 2015, Goh went for National Service after filming The Dream Makers II. He was nominated for Best Supporting Actor at Star Awards 2016.

Goh made his acting debut at the age of 15 in MediaCorp Channel 5's drama _Fighting Spiders_ in 2009. He shot to fame after starring as the estranged and rebellious teenage son of Li Nanxing's character in the crime drama _On the Fringe 2011_.[2]

In 2018, he acted _A Million Dollar Dream_, _Fifty & Fabulous_ & _You Can Be An Angel 3_ and also a toggle original series _Close Your Eyes_ after completing his National Service.[3]

Filmography

Television series

English Series

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| Year            | Title           | Role            | Notes           |
+=================+=================+=================+=================+
| 2009            | _Fighting       | Soon Lee        | -   MediaCorp   |
|                 | Spiders_[4]     |                 |     Channel 5   |
|                 | 斗蜘蛛          |                 |     Production  |
+-----------------+-----------------+-----------------+-----------------+
| 2019            | _The Intruder_  |                 | -   Toggle      |
|                 |                 |                 |     Original    |
|                 |                 |                 |     Series      |
+-----------------+-----------------+-----------------+-----------------+
| _Meet The MP_   | Robert          | -   Toggle      |
|                 |                 |     Original    |
|                 |                 |     Series      |
+-----------------+-----------------+-----------------+-----------------+

Chinese Series

+-----------------+-----------------+-----------------+-----------------+
| Year            | Title           | Role            | Notes           |
+=================+=================+=================+=================+
| 2011            | _On the Fringe  | Yao Zhiyong     |                 |
|                 | 2011_           | 姚志勇          |                 |
|                 | 边缘父子        |                 |                 |
+-----------------+-----------------+-----------------+-----------------+
| 2012            | _Jump!_         | Chen Xi         | -   threesixzer |
|                 | 跳浪            | 陈熙            | o               |
|                 |                 |                 |     production  |
+-----------------+-----------------+-----------------+-----------------+
| _Don't Stop     | Cai Wensheng    |                 |
| Believin'_      | 蔡文生          |                 |
| 我们等你!       |                 |                 |
+-----------------+-----------------+-----------------+-----------------+
| 2013            | _Gonna Make It_ | Li Feilong      |                 |
|                 | 小小传奇        | 李飞龙          |                 |
+-----------------+-----------------+-----------------+-----------------+
| 2014            | _C.L.I.F. 3_    | Wei Lantian     | -   Cameo       |
|                 | 警徽天职3       | 魏蓝天          |                 |
+-----------------+-----------------+-----------------+-----------------+
| _The            | Wei Lun         |                 |
| Caregivers_     | 伟伦            |                 |
| Missy 先生      |                 |                 |
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| 2015            | _The Dream      | Eddy Xu         |                 |
|                 | Makers II_      |                 |                 |
|                 | 志在四方II      |                 |                 |
+-----------------+-----------------+-----------------+-----------------+
| 2018            | _A Million      | Zhang Yizheng   |                 |
|                 | Dollar Dream_   | 张一正          |                 |
|                 | 给我一百万      |                 |                 |
+-----------------+-----------------+-----------------+-----------------+
| _Fifty &        | Ye Yunfeng      |                 |
| Fabulous_       | 叶云峰          |                 |
| 五零高手        |                 |                 |
+-----------------+-----------------+-----------------+-----------------+
| _Close Your     | Liao Zhiyuan    | -   Toggle      |
| Eyes_           | 廖志远          |     Original    |
| 闭上眼就看不见  |                 |     Series      |
+-----------------+-----------------+-----------------+-----------------+
| _You Can Be An  | Yuan Kai        |                 |
| Angel 3_        | 袁凯            |                 |
| 你也可以是天使  |                 |                 |
| 3               |                 |                 |
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| 2019            | _Soul           | Delivery Man    | -   Cameo       |
|                 | Connection_     | 送货员          |                 |
|                 | 爱在一百米      |                 |                 |
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| _Old Is Gold_   | Han Xiangrong   |                 |
| 老友万岁        | 韩向荣          |                 |
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| _Old Is Gold:   | -   Telemovie   |
| The Bliss       |                 |
| Keeper_         |                 |
| 老友万岁之守护幸福 |              |
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| _The Good       | Yan Yifeng      |                 |
| Fight_          | 颜逸风          |                 |
| 致胜出击        |                 |                 |
+-----------------+-----------------+-----------------+-----------------+
| 2020            | _My Guardians   | Feng KaiWei     |                 |
|                 | Angels_         | 冯凯威          |                 |
|                 | 单翼天使        |                 |                 |
+-----------------+-----------------+-----------------+-----------------+
| _Ink At         |                 | -   meWatch&viu |
| Taiping_        |                 | TV              |
| 太平纹身店      |                 |     production  |
|                 |                 | -   Singapore-H |
|                 |                 | ongKong         |
|                 |                 |     production  |
+-----------------+-----------------+-----------------+-----------------+
|  |
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Film

  Year   Title             Chinese title   Role          Notes
  ------ ----------------- --------------- ------------- -------
  2012   _Imperfect_       我们都不完美    He Jianhao
  2013   _Judgement Day_   世界末日        Liu Mingkai

Compilation album

  Year   English title                               Mandarin title
  ------ ------------------------------------------- ----------------------------
  2012   _MediaCorp Music Lunar New Year Album 12_   新传媒群星金龙接财神
  2018   _MediaCorp Music Lunar New Year Album 18_   新传媒群星阿狗狗过好年
  2019   _MediaCorp Music Lunar New Year Album 19_   新传媒群星猪饱饱欢乐迎肥年
  2020   _MediaCorp Music Lunar New Year Album 20_   裕鼠鼠纳福迎春了

Awards

+-------------+-------------+-------------+-------------+-------------+
| Year        | Ceremony    | Category    | Nominated   | Result      |
|             |             |             | Work        |             |
+=============+=============+=============+=============+=============+
| 2012        | 18th Star   | Favourite   | _On The     |             |
|             | Awards      | Male        | Fringe_     |             |
|             | Ceremony    | Character   |             |             |
+-------------+-------------+-------------+-------------+-------------+
| 2013        | 19th Star   | Best        | _Don't Stop |             |
|             | Awards      | Newcomer    | Believin'_  |             |
|             | Ceremony    |             |             |             |
+-------------+-------------+-------------+-------------+-------------+
| 2014        | 20th Star   | Top 10 Most |             |             |
|             | Awards      | Popular     |             |             |
|             | Ceremony    | Male        |             |             |
|             |             | Artistes    |             |             |
+-------------+-------------+-------------+-------------+-------------+
| Star Awards |             |             |
| for Most    |             |             |
| Popular     |             |             |
| Regional    |             |             |
| Artiste     |             |             |
| (Indonesia) |             |             |
+-------------+-------------+-------------+-------------+-------------+
| 2016        | 22nd Star   | Best        | _The Dream  |             |
|             | Awards      | Supporting  | Makers II_  |             |
|             | Ceremony    | Actor       |             |             |
+-------------+-------------+-------------+-------------+-------------+
| Fame Awards | Best Actor  |             |
| 2016        | In A        |             |
|             | Supporting  |             |
|             | Role        |             |
+-------------+-------------+-------------+-------------+-------------+

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title: Edwin Goh

question: Who is Edwin Goh?

answer: He is a Singaporean actor.

question: Summarize everything relating to Edwin's educational background.

answer: He studied at Holy Innocent's High School and LaSalle College of the Arts.

question: What did Edwin do after filming The Dream Makers II?

answer: He went for National Service (Military service).

question: What was the role that made him famous?

answer: He starred as the estranged and rebellious teenage son of Li Nanxing's character in the crime drama On the Fringe, in 2011.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: Edwin Goh is a Singaporean actor born on July 25, 1994. He shot to fame for his portrayal of Li Nanxing's estranged and rebellious son in the crime drama, On the Fringe, in 2011.


text:
The SUGARTONE BRASS BAND, assembled in 2002, is a New Orleans-style second line brass band based in New York City.

The band has played in New York's Village Halloween Parade since 2004. In 2004 they played for the inaugural induction ceremonies for the Coney Island Hall of Fame. In 2006, they were the house band for the New York Burlesque Festival. They were the featured musicians at the 2006 James Beard Foundation Awards. From 2005 to 2006 they had a weekly residency at Jacques-Imo's Café in New Orleans. They have appeared on MTV's “Making the Band.”

The first Sugartone Brass Band album, _Live from Brooklyn_, was released in January 2008. The band appeared on MTV’s _Making the Band_ in March 2009.

History

The band was assembled in 2002 with six members, and expanded to eight in 2004.

Category:American brass bands

title: Sugartone Brass Band

question: When was the Sugartone Brass Band assembled?

answer: It was assembled in 2002.

question: When was the band's first album released?

answer: The band's first album was released in January 2008.

question: What events did the band take part of in 2006?

answer: They were the house band for the New York Burlesque festival, as well as the featured musicians at the James Beard Foundation Awards.

question: How many members does the band have?

answer: The band currently has 8 members.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: The Sugartone Brass Band is a New Orleans-style second line brass band based in New York City. They were assembled in 2002 and currently have eight members.


text:
The young man stood on the miniature blades of grass that made up the difficult, sloping green. He had played a spectacular round today; much better than yesterday. He was putting for a birdie, and if he holed it, he would have missed his best score by only one stroke.

He stood for a moment, trying to read the slope of the green. He found his line. He took a few short practice swings to get a feel for how hard to tap the ball, then he addressed the ball.

One more short swing sent the ball rolling up a little hill, curving heavily right, and dropping into the hole without any fuss.

The young man smiled. He went to pick up his ball and replaced the flagstick. As he walked back to his cart, he thought about how well these new balls cut through the air, and how he knew this putter would be a good investment. The ball had jumped so effortlessly off its face and along its line. He admired the putter's beautiful paint job as he slid it into his bag.

He got in the cart, marked a three on his scorecard and circled it to mark his birdie, and then drove off to the 19th hole: the watering hole. Golf was done today; it was time for beer.

As he walked into the 19th, he saw a familiar face. An older gentleman, whose name he couldn't really remember. All he knew for sure was that he was a member of the club, and that he was a decent sub-hundred golfer. They had played together several times, and the old man would never have stood a chance of winning without the handicap system.

The old man saw him, and his face broke into a huge grin.

"How are you?" he said, "It's been too long since we played a round!"

It had been a while. Best to act enthusiastic. He is a nice guy, after all.

"Too right! What did you shoot today?" the younger man said, hoping to keep the conversation short and cordial.

"Ninety-seven. I would have broken ninety, but the eighth hole chewed me up and spit me out. A six-putt. What competent golfer ever six putts? How about you? I didn't see you out there, but it looks like you just got off the course."

"Sixty-eight. I've done better, but I can't complain."

"Sonny, you have got to be the second-best golfer I've ever met."

Second-best!? The nerve of the old man to say that to his face!

"Second best? Who was the best?"

"Sit down, and let me buy you a drink. You're gonna love this. Donny! Get this boy whatever he asks for and put it on my tab!"

"Oh, yeah, a bud, please," he said, sitting down. He was curious now.

"And I'll take a Guinness. Alright, listen up, son, you're gonna get a kick out of this, it happened just last weekend. You know how my buddies Rob and Pat and I like to play Saturday afternoons?"

The younger man nodded. He didn't know, but he didn't think it was relevant and didn't want to make it take even longer to get to the point.

"Well, last weekend we got paired up with a solo golfer. Spry young fellow. Not a lot of meat on his bones. But he could play. When we got up to the first tee, I turn to him and I say 'Hey, where's your clubs?'

"'I don't have any,' he says.

"'you know they have renter bags at the pro shop,' I tells him, oh, thanks, Donny. So I tells him he could rent some clubs and he tells me he doesn't need 'em! You ever heard the like?"

"Can't say I have. Thanks for the drink, by the way."

"You're welcome, and I'm sorry you wasted it on piss. Anyway, I expect this kid to ask to borrow one of our clubs, but when it's time for him to tee off, he just walks out there, no tee, no ball, no driver, and he tees up anyway, and hits the best drive I've ever seen in my life."

"Wait, what did he hit if there was no ball?"

"I don't know! I don't think he knew either! But he went and hit right onto the green anyway!"

"What landed on the green?"

"Nothing! But he went on to make an albatross right there on that hole. #1, you know, the world's toughest par 5?"

"What, he just imagined it?"

"Nope. I saw it with my own two eyes. Best golfer in the world. So good, he didn't need a single piece of equipment to play the game."

"But that's ridiculous! You can't play golf without a ball and clubs! The point is to hit a **ball** into a hole with **clubs**!"

"He went out there and played anyway. He had the spirit of the game in him. The fresh air, the walking, the challenge, it was deep in the fiber of his being, this boy. Oh! Look at that! Look out the window, he's just finishing up on number 9."

The young man stood up.

"You've gone silly, man. Thanks for the beer. I'm going home."

"Your loss, son. You'll miss it."

"I think I'll be fine not watching a crazy person hit an imaginary ball."

"Goodbye, then..."

The young man walked out. It had taken him eight years of daily rounds to become a scratch golfer. He didn't enjoy having his leg pulled.

He lived on the course next to the 12th fairway, so he got in his cart to go home.

He passed the tenth hole just in time to see a man tee up with no tee, swing no driver to hit no ball, and that ball that he did not hit because it wasn't there sail through the air to land on the green, bounce once, and roll right into the hole.

It was the greatest, most effortless hole-in-one in history.

**Story by Tristan Buckley.**

*I came up with this story after playing a round of disc golf (I'm too broke for ball golf right now), and I was thinking about how odd it is that skill is insufficient to play a game. You can be the best golfer in the world, but if you don't have the equipment or the money to practice, it's just unrealized potential.*

*So I came up with a story about a guy who didn't need any of that. And no, it's not supposed to make sense to your mind's eye. It didn't make sense to the main character, either.*

title: "The Greatest Golfer in the World" x-post /r/golf

question: Who does the young golfer meet on the course?

answer: An older gentlemen, member of the club, that he had played with several times.

question: What does the older golfer tell the younger golfer?

answer: He calls him the second best golfer he's ever met.

question: Where does the older golfer invite the younger golfer to?

answer: He invites him to chat and buy him a drink at the bar.

question: What do the two golfers compare?

answer: They compare their golfing scores.

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer: The young golfer plays a round of golf at the course nearby his house. After the round, he runs into an older gentleman who he has played with several time. He calls the young golfer, the second-best golfer he's ever met. They compare scores and have a drink at the bar.


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Rock the Block is a 10K (timed), 5K walk/run (family-friendly), and a free Kids Run on April 27, 2019. The event includes scenic courses, food, music, vendors, awards and giveaways-guaranteeing fun for everyone! Proceeds benefit area trail projects and organizations serving youth and families of the Center Grove School Corporation area and Johnson County. Register to Rock the Block with us!

10K PARTICIPANTS MUST MAINTAIN A 12 MINUTE MILE

-   Friday April 26 from 3:30 P.M. to 6:00 P.M. at the CGHS Student Activity Center - West Entrance, 2911 South Morgantown Road, Greenwood, IN 46143. Enter through doors directly across from football stadium bleachers where you see PACKET PICKUP/REGISTRATION SIGN (Door 7). Parking available for packet pickup on Friday in lot directly south of Student Activity.
-   Saturday April 27 from 6:30 A.M. to 8:30 A.M. at CGHS Student Activity Center - West Entrance, 2911 S. Morgantown Road, Greenwood, IN 46143. Enter through doors directly across from football stadium bleachers where you see PACKET PICKUP/REGISTRATION SIGN. Parking available in Student lots North & East of football stadium..

10K PARTICIPANTS MUST MAINTAIN A 12 MINUTE MILE

10K - 8:35 A.M.
5K - 9:00 A.M.
Kids Run - 10:00 A.M.

Race day registration will be available for $35 (no t-shirt).

-   Kids Run (Ages 10 and under) - Participation Awards
-   Awards given for top 3 finishers Male & Female in each age category of 5K & 10K
-   Age groups are as follows:
    -   12 and under
    -   12-17
    -   18-35
    -   36-49
    -   50-64
    -   65 and over

-   Long Sleeve Dry Fit T-Shirt
-   Electronic Bib Timing
-   "Main Street Expo" with food and family-friendly vendors to enjoy before and after the 5K/10K
-   Scenic Courses

EVENT DAY PARKING

Please park in student lots east of CGHS off Stones Crossing Road. Follow Green Event Parking Signs.

For event-related questions, please click on the *Contact the Organizers* button on the left-hand side of this page.

question: Describe what Rock the Block is.

answer: Rock the Block is a timed 10K or a 5K walk/run. It is an event that includes scenic course, food, music, vendors, awards, and giveaways. The proceeds from this event go to trail projects and organizations serving youth and families of the Center Grove School Corporation area. This event is family friendly and the race day registration comes with a t-shirt (optional).

question: What target audience would find this event, Rock the Block, to be interesting?