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Proctor was lying down somewhere. He didn't know how he got there. The last memory he could think of was that he was driving down his road. He couldn't remember much else. His memories were hazy; He couldn't think straight. Just as these thoughts were going through his head, someone began to shake his arm.
“Hello? Are you okay? Are you awake?” He heard the voice say.
Proctor sat up, and opened his eyes. He realized now that he was in a large grassy field. The sun was just overhead, a large tree stood just in front of him, and the stranger was standing in front of the tree.
“My name is Royce, can you remember your name?”
“Yes, It’s…”
Proctor stopped himself. Although Royce seemed friendly enough, but there was something odd about the question he had asked. “How did you know I was having trouble with my memory?” He said.
Royce began to look confused,  “I don’t know. I guess you did wake up unconscious in the middle of a field.”
	“That makes sense.” he thought out loud, “my name’s Proctor since you asked.”
“Proctor, of course” Royce didn't sound very surprised.
	“Okay,” he said confused and slightly agitated, “Well since you know so much, can you tell me where we are?”
	Royce looked around the field, up at the tree and then back at Proctor. “Well, by appearance I’d say we’re in a field in front of a castle. But I can’t really say anything beyond that. I woke up just a few seconds before you did. I can’t remember much either.”
	“Where is this castle? I don’t see it?”
	“Well it’s… Just over that hill.”
	Proctor turned around and saw that there was indeed a very large hill. It surprised him that he didn't see it before, but maybe his mind was playing tricks on him. It took him a few minutes to climb up the hill and he was slightly out of breath when he reached the top. But as Royce had said, there was a castle about a mile away. It was made of stone, like most castles would be, it had a large wooden door, plenty of towers, and it looked like it was about four stories high. He ran to the bottom of the hill, going a bit faster since gravity was no longer working against him.
	Royce was standing in the same spot he had left him in. He was still staring at the hill. “I saw the castle right where you said it was. Do you think we should head over there? They might be able to help us with our memory.”
	“Yeah that would be a good idea,” Royce said as he continued to stare at the hill “It would also provide shelter for when it starts to rain.”
	Proctor looked up. The sky was completely covered with clouds and he could hear thunder in the distance.
	Royce seemed less suspicious now that he got to know him. They actually had quite a bit in common. They were about the same age, had similar interests and they both remember driving a car before they ended up in the field. There was however one deviation. Royce seemed to have ESP. Proctor could remember a few instances where Royce had repeated things that he had never said out loud, and then there was that hill. Could he really have climbed all the way to the top to see the castle and then ran back down before waking him up? He had said earlier that he woke up a few seconds before he did and he didn't sound like he was out of breath.
	The rain came just a few minutes before they reached the castle. Up close, Proctor could see that the castle was very rundown. The door had rotted away and he couldn't make out what was inside. He debated with himself whether or not it was a good idea to go in. But after hearing a loud crash of thunder nearby, he decided that electrocution would be a more painful death than stabbing.
	Upon entering the castle it was plain to be seen that it had been abandoned for quite some time. The skeletons of rats lay on the ground as if they had run out of food to scavenge for. The only sound they could hear were the sounds of rain and thunder outside, and the flowing of the many streams that ran through the lower parts of the castle.
The outer rooms of the castle showed signs of abandonment, but rooms further in… were different. A great battle had once taken place in there. Skeletons were all over the ground. They held spears, swords, and shields. Walls were broken down, there were claw marks on the floor and ceiling, and the furniture that wasn't broken in these rooms, was burned.  The destruction was everywhere, but it wasn't so bad that it ruined the structural integrity of the castle. Most of the major support beams were still in place and they were handling the extra weight pretty well.
“I think a dragon is bit more dangerous than getting struck by lightning!” Royce said panicking.
“A lot more,” said Proctor, “do you think we could get out before it notices us?”
As if to answer his question a giant mechanical dragon crashed through the ceiling right above their only exit. Steam came out of the many pipes on its back and its eyes glowed red from the flames that were now shooting from its mouth. Proctor remained frozen in place, both from shock at the dragon’s sudden appearance and shock from its appearance. Royce spoke up knocking him out of his stupor, “its name is Koshmar,” he said. “it is programmed to kill all who trespass.”
The dragon shook the rubble from its body and lunged forward. Proctor dove to the left, just barely avoiding the swipe of one of its claws. The beast ran straight for the wall and Crawled up it. It twisted around and shot a couple of fireballs. Proctor grabbed a shield from one of the skeletons, but saw that he didn't need it. Koshmar was directing all of its attacks at Royce. Proctor dropped his shield and replaced it with a spear. He ran toward the dragon in an attempt to stab one of its eyes. He didn't make it very far though and was sent flying by a lazy swipe of its tail. He landed near the window and could see Koshmar was shooting fireballs once again. Thunder crashed outside, and lightning struck in the distance…
Wait a second? There was something very illogical about what was going on here. Just an hour earlier he had noticed that the sun was directly overhead and not a cloud was in the sky, but now he was in the middle of a huge thunder storm! And when he woke up there wasn't a hill in sight, but he had crossed over one to see the castle! Now that he was thinking of the castle, didn't it have a wooden door when he first saw it? And what about the thunder! Doesn't thunder usually come after lightning? Where was he? Was he in some alternate dimension that was ruled by mechanical Russian dragons? Then the answer hit him. The dragon, its name was Koshmar. Koshmar is the Russian word for nightmare. He was dreaming! All he had to do was wake himself up, and this nightmare would end.
Proctor thought he was in a dream, and in a way, he was right. Moments later Royce woke up in a hospital bed, and Proctor… ceased to exist.

title: The caretaker

question: What does Proctor think of Royce?

answer: Proctor is rather skeptical about trusting Royce. He soon realizes that all that is happening around him cannot be real.

question: Why does the dragon appear out of nowhere?

answer: Royce is dreaming in a dream, the dragon is a part of this dream. There is no evidence as to why the dragon appears out of nowhere in the dream.

question: What might have happened had they not gone to the castle?

answer: Since this is a dream, Royce would have eventually woken up even if they hadn't gone to the castle.

question: What era does the castle seem to belong to?

answer: This information can't be found. It may be implied that the castle exists since the time of war.


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The SOCIETY OF KING CHARLES THE MARTYR is an Anglican devotional society dedicated to the cult of King Charles the Martyr, a title of Charles I of England (1600–1649).[1] It is a member of the Catholic Societies of the Church of England, an Anglo-Catholic umbrella group. It is also active in the Scottish Episcopal Church and North America, and has international members elsewhere.

History

After Charles I was executed in 1649, it was said that the Puritans had offered to spare his life if he would abolish episcopacy in the Church of England. On the basis that his refusal led to his death, high church supporters of episcopacy viewed his death as a martyrdom. After the 1660 Restoration of his son Charles II to the throne, observance of 30 January, the date of Charles I's execution, was added to the Church of England's liturgical calendar, with a special service in the Book of Common Prayer and special sermons preached.

The Anniversary Days Observance Act 1859 removed the service, along with those of Gunpowder Plot and the Restoration, as being of political rather than religious character. The liberal influence which led to the 1859 change also produced a Tractarian reaction, which developed into Anglo-Catholicism and encouraged a renewal of high church practices. The Society of King Charles the Martyr was founded in 1894 with the stated purpose of “intercessory prayer for the defence of the Church of England against the attacks of her enemies.” Since then, the objectives have extended to religious devotion in keeping with the traditions of Anglo-Catholicism.

In England

Today, the society's stated objectives are the following:

-   Intercessory prayer for the Church of England and Churches in communion therewith.
-   Promotion of a wider and better observance of the Feastday of St Charles, 30 January.
-   Work for the reinstatement of the Feast of St Charles in the calendar of The Prayer Book from which it was removed in 1859 without the due consent of the Church as expressed in Convocation; the Feast was restored to the calendar in the Alternative Service Book of 1980 and a new collect composed for Common Worship in 2000.[2]
-   The propagation of the true knowledge about the life and times of S. Charles, and winning general recognition of the great debt the Church of England owes to him for his faithfulness unto death in defence of the Church and Her apostolic ministry.
-   The support of efforts to build and equip churches dedicated under the patronage of S. Charles the Martyr (both at home and overseas).

The patrons of the society are Lord Nicholas Windsor, Sir Leslie Fielding, and Arthur Middleton, a former canon of Durham.

Outside England

Outside England, the objectives vary slightly, especially in regard to the Feast of St Charles, which is widely observed by the church in some places and not in others.

In the United States and Canada, the society is independently constituted as the American Region. The society's activities in the United States can be traced back to 1895, within a year of the society's foundation in 1894 in London.[3] The American Region is incorporated under the General Laws of the State of Maryland as a not-for-profit corporation, the “Society of King Charles the Martyr, Inc.”, and is tax-exempt under Section 501(c)(3) of the IRS code, both effective as of 8 April 2008. The American Region is governed by a Board of Trustees, and holds a Solemn Mass of the Feast of St Charles Martyr on a Saturday close to January 30. In addition, the American Region confers an honour on some members through membership in the Order of Blessed William Laud.

As of 2017, the American Region has more than 400 members.[4] Keith Ackerman serves as episcopal patron.[5]

A Catholic chapter of the society also exists within the Personal Ordinariate of the Chair of Saint Peter[6] with the approval of Bishop Steven J. Lopes.

[1]

[2] Collect shown in the on-line edition of Common Worship.

[3] Living Church Quarterly (first issue of 1896, published Dec. 1895, p. 98)

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[5]

[6] https://anglicanorumcoetibussociety.blog/2018/01/30/is-charles-i-a-saint-part-ii/

title: Society of King Charles the Martyr

question: Is the Society of King Charles the Martyr a Catholic organization?

answer: Yes, the Society of King Charles the Martyr is a member of the Catholic Societies of the Church of England, an Anglo-Catholic umbrella group.

question: What might have happened if Charles I agreed to abolish the episcopacy in the Church of England?

answer: The Puritans might have spared his life like they said they would, and the Church of England might have crumbled without the bishops.


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Part of the Council for International Schools (CIS) accreditation process asks schools to “demonstrate a commitment to internationalism/interculturalism in education” and that this should be “reflected throughout the life of the institution.” In this article, I will be presenting the case that schools of a religious tradition are best placed to fulfil this aspect of education given their deeply rooted sense of history, tradition and culture.

In her book “International Mindedness” Lesley Stagg concludes by paraphrasing Dan Young “Internationalism advocates the quality of ‘being’ international within the overall climate and character evident when you enter the school. It includes the one for all organizational principles that reflect a global community concern (known to its community to exist inside and outside its walls), as well as an overall positive attitude between diverse cultures (and countries). It is evidenced where students and faculty celebrate this quality as they come together for learning and teaching… when common global interests and collaboration are recognized as imperative.”

To my mind, in order to successfully meet this goal, it is essential that the school have at least one unifying feature. There must be something tangible that unites all in the midst of diversity. CIS exhorts the guiding statements of a school as this focal point and these guiding statements must be embedded in the curriculum and in the culture of learning. This is not particularly controversial and is something commonly accepted in the domain of international schools. However, I would like to suggest that in reality, many international schools across the world do not have this one unifying feature and that, in fact in many cases, their guiding statements are contrived, jargonistic and essentially meaningless. The exception to this fact being those schools, which have a deep-rooted sense of history, enshrined in tradition and have a culture that is known and embraced by the wider community. I would argue that this is the case in schools underpinned by a religious tradition.

Moreover, in order to create an “overall positive attitude between diverse cultures (and countries)” it is necessary to celebrate what unites families from diverse cultures and countries and in many cases, this is their religious experience. Children from a multitude of countries, different races, speaking different languages and having a range of cultural norms, inevitably populate an International School. Finding something to unite such a diverse community is a challenge CIS recognizes, but within a school embracing a religious tradition, there is no challenge because, despite the obvious diversity, children and their families are united by their religious beliefs. This is more obviously the case when they all hark from the same religious tradition, but I contend that it can also be the case when children of different religions, or denominations within a particular religion, are educated together as their belief in God (or in some cases a Supreme Being) transcends any of their apparent differences. Many dismiss too often religion as a cause of conflict but I would argue the contrary and suggest that in reality religion unites people due to the fact that they have a common sense of purpose and of human dignity. Nothing is more unifying than a common set of beliefs. This permeates deeper than any contrived ideology.

Central to religious identity is a call to community, to social justice, to a respect for human dignity, to peace and reconciliation and to celebrating unity in diversity. These are the features of international mindedness that CIS wants schools to embrace. Whilst many schools barely touch the tip of the iceberg with respect to international mindedness, schools with a religious identity and faith commitment are deeply rooted in their sense of mission, of their ethos, of their values. International Schools of a non-religious nature could learn a lot by looking at schools of a religious nature. They would observe that in the vast majority of cases (some schools with a religious identity are clearly better than others) that the guiding statements of the school are embedded throughout the institution. In the best schools, the mission and ethos of the school are deeply embedded in the curriculum. Such schools do not have a narrow view of curriculum as merely the teaching of a syllabus or academic program but moreover that it is inclusive of all aspects of a child’s learning experience and development as a human person. Subsequently, children will learn explicitly about issues of prejudice and discrimination, different belief systems (other than that of the denomination of the institution), ethical systems, cultural norms, the dignity of the human person, social enterprise and the like. Furthermore, schools with a religious tradition have always valued prayer and meditation as an essential part of human development. Recognizing this the secular world now promotes “mindfulness” as a non-religious alternative to meditation. Separating meditation from faith, where Buddhist, Christian or another, is somewhat morally bankrupt and a very dubious business in itself.

Many international schools have adopted mission statements but sometimes these are a uniformity of bland clichés with no deep sense of an underlying philosophy. Perhaps even more worrying is the trend for schools to adopt the language of “No child left behind” and focus on college and workplace preparedness as the raison d’etre of education rather than focusing on the development of the whole child with the human dignity. It is immoral to see a child as no more than economic fodder for the future workplace. Schools should reject any policy or system that diminishes the dignity of the human person and refutes the idea that anyone can be reduced to the status of an economic unit or passive-dependent.

Recognizing the distinct nature that schools underpinned by a religious tradition have, and by learning from their best practice, International Schools across the world can learn to emulate the “one for all” educational principles that underpin faith schools. The shared “worldview” that unites people of faiths underpins the values and mission of such schools and enables them to be truly international.

question: What does the article say about the qualities of a good teacher?

question: What does the article say about schools that have a religious tradition?

answer: Schools that have a religious tradition are best placed to demonstrate a commitment to internationalism and interculturalism in education. The reason behind this is that these schools have a rooted sense of history, tradition, and culture. Schools need a unifying feature, and nothing unites diverse communities better than a shared belief system.


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Hello, and welcome to The Dreamers Adventures. If you are looking for the #TCWT March Blog Chain, this is it. Sorry for the late posting. This is a blog for my first published novel, The Dreamers. I wrote it for NaNoWriMo 2010. For those who have no idea what this is... that means I wrote it in a month. : ) Later, I became a Top 50 Idaho Author, and published it in eBook format. The following interview, (the real part of the blog chain... and what you're probably looking for) is with Flitch. Flitch is a secondary "side-kick" character in the Dreamers. Sam Kullen himself is present as a secondary interviewer during this post. If you pay attention to this interview, it will give you a substantial amount of what will happen in The Nightmarers, (The sequel to The Dreamers.) Alright, here we go. Are you ready? We now introduce to you... Flitch!

Oliver: So, Flitch. These people are probably new to this blog... and the Dreamers. Would you like to tell them what you are?

Flitch: **

Oliver: Um... Flitch?

Flitch:—Oh, yeah, er... Sorry. I was just thinking about Chuck Norris. How awesome he is.

Oliver: Yeah. Right, he is pretty awesome, I guess. *Clears throat* So... would you like to tell these nice people what Dreamers are?

Flitch: Yes! That is, if we can trust them. Can we?

Sam: Oh, yes. I think so. They visited our blog, didn't they?

Flitch: Yeah... I guess you're right. Well, anyway, people Sam, Oliver, and I are Dreamers. Dreamers are pretty much people who can live inside of their dreams. Pretty cool, right? Almost as cool as Chuck Norris. Especially when we race bad guys, fight them in mazes, and blow stuff up. If you like explosions, you probably need to read the Dreamers. There's this really big one, and—

Oliver: Don't give it all away, Flitch! Sam and I need to make _some_ sales! We won't sell any if you tell them everything!

Sam: Flitch, just listen. Seriously, dude, you're being annoying.

Flitch: Sorry. Hey, wanna hear a knock-knock joke?

Sam: No.

Oliver: Ugh. Sure. Get it out of you.

Flitch: *laughs triumphantly* Yes! So there, Sam!

Sam: *groans* Get on with it.

Flitch: Okay, fine, jeez! ...Knock knock.

Oliver: Who's there?

Flitch: Samson

Oliver: Samson who?

Flitch: Sam's a natural meanie.

Oliver: *facepalm* You came up with that just now, didn't you?

Flitch: Yeah! Isn't it great!?

Sam: Um... I think it leaves a little to be desired. Or maybe a lot.

Oliver: Okay, you guys. Calm down. Let's ask another question.

Sam: Okay, but it's my turn.

Oliver: That's fine. Shoot. —Just keep it nice!

Sam: Darn it. Oh well. So, Flitch, what were you before you were a Dreamer?

Flitch: I was an Army Ranger, actually.

Oliver: Wow? Really?

Flitch: Well... kind of. I’m sort of an... Ex-Army Ranger. I was "fired," so to speak.

Sam: No surprise there.

Flitch: Hey!

Oliver: That's enough you guys, really! I would say that I expect better from you, but... to be honest, I don't. *facepalm* Anyway.... How did you become a Dreamer, Flitch? What talents lead you to break the border of extreme creativity and become a Dreamer?

Flitch: Are you kidding me? I thought you would know this one! _I_ think it's obvious!

Sam: Well, spit it out then! What is it? *Shakes head in disgust*

Flitch: My amazing jokes, of course! I can get to be so creative with those! Brian Regan would be jealous of my amazing one-liners. You saw how amazing my knock-knock jokes are!

Oliver: Um, right.

Sam: Hold on!

Oliver & Flitch: What?

Sam: Just a second. Why are we doing this?

Oliver: I signed us up for a blog chain this month. You know, for #TCWT?

Flitch: Why?

Sam: Yeah, why? What's so interesting about Flitch that the world has to know?

Flitch: Hey!

Oliver: Hey, Sam. Behave. This is going on the internet. Flitch is an important character, too, you know. You're not the center of the universe!
Sam: *Gasps sarcastically* What?! Are you kidding me!? Since when was _that_ the case!? Seriously, though, Oliver. I’m kidding. But why are _you_ asking him these questions?

Oliver: What do you mean?

Sam: Well, you know. _You are_ the one who wrote us. Don't you know everything about us and more? We don't have any secrets! And if we do, _you're_ the only other person that knows them!

Oliver: 0.o ...Okay... if that made any sense I would agree with you. But, well, er... I guess you're right. Why don't we ask these nice visitors to The Dreamers Adventures to ask Flitch questions? Flitch could answer them personally, and we could get purge anything else of your sarcastic "humor," Sam.

Sam: Hey! That's not what I meant!—

Oliver: But it's _still_ a good idea! Alright everybody. Do YOU have a question you want to ask Flitch?

Sam: —Or me!

Oliver: Sure. Or Sam, I guess. Have any character questions? Comment on this post and THEY will answer your question! (And while you're at it, be sure to check out my blog. I've got a video of me playing piano, publishing The Dreamers, reading the intro, and of course, book trailers. [LINK] Pretty much everything you could ever want to know about the book is here. Have fun, but don't get into anything. Just look. : )

Dream on!
Oliver Dahl
&
Sam Kullen
(& Flitch)

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: The article is an interview blog post that talks about characters in a published book titled "The dreamers" and subsequent details about the sequel "The Nightmarers."


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Akala

Taking hip-hop back from the corporate world, MOBO award-winning hip hop artist, writer, poet and educator Kingslee 'Akala' Daley wages war on the mediocre rap industry with his diverse combination of influences including trance, folk, punk and soul. Over the years Akala has developed a stellar live show with his renowned drummer/award-winning music producer Cassell 'TheBeatmaker' (Plan B, The Streets and Keziah Jones).

See AKALA tour dates

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-   78 West Marlands Road
-   Southampton
-   SO14 7FW

Website:
    thestagedoor.co.uk

Phone:
    02380 630 300

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    02380 630 300

question: Who is Akala?

answer: Kingslee 'Akala' Daley is a hip-hop artist.

question: What genres influence Akala's music?

answer: trance, folk, punk, soul, and hip-hop

question: Who performs alongside Akala?

answer: drummer/producer Cassell 'TheBeatmaker'

question: Where is Akala from?

answer: London, England

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: This is an artist information page for hip-hop artist Kingslee 'Akala' Daley.


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[Residents living around the Energy Corridor of west Houston, Texas are rescued from flooded homes and apartments due to high water coming from the Addicks Reservoir after Hurricane Harvey on August 30, 2017 in Houston, Texas. Harvey, which made landfall north of Corpus Christi August 25, has dumped more than …]
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As Texas deals with the aftermath of Hurricane Harvey, duck hunters and fishermen-turned-rescuers are using their personal boats to navigate flooded parts of Houston and search for survivors.

Men to whom many often give little thought–men who are first in the duck blind on opening day or last off the lake during a late night of fishing–are now trolling their boats down flooded streets and byways, seeking out Houston residents who may remain trapped and/or in danger.

At a time like this, the value of such men cannot be exaggerated; especially as they find the cold and wet, then lift them into their boats and deliver them to safet_y._

_USA Today_ reports that many such duck hunters and fishermen–and others possessing private boats–have come together under the auspices of the “Cajun Navy” to conduct rescues throughout the flooded Houston area. This means “guys with hunting boats, shallow draft duck hunting boats with mud motors, airboats, pirogues, [and] kayaks” are all involved.

Grace Toohey–crime reporter for _The Advocate_–tweeted:

  Just heard from #CajunNavy member, who's been in w Texas since 2 pm, pulling people from flooded neighborhoods. WOWhttps://t.co/1SFmhyccsZ

  — Grace Toohey (@grace_2e) August 28, 2017

_The Washington Post_ observes:

  The country is suddenly grateful for this “Cajun Navy,” for their know-how, for the fact that they can read a submerged log in the water, and haul their boats over tree stumps and levees and launch them from freeway junctions. There are no regulators to check their fishing licenses or whether they have a fire extinguisher and life preservers on board, which they don’t. They’re used to maneuvering through the cypress of Caddo Lake or the hydrilla and coontail of the Atchafalaya, where the water might be four feet or it might rise to 18, and the stinking bog is called “coffee grinds” because of the way boots sink in it. Spending hours in monsoon rains doesn’t bother them, because they know ducks don’t just show up on a plate, and they’ve learned what most of us haven’t, that dry comfort is not the only thing worth seeking.

The _Post_ also notes that the number of hunters and fishermen-turned-rescuers is so great that they outnumber the number of government rescuers in the Houston area. And that point is not a negative reflection on government rescuers; rather, it is a positive reflection on the burgeoning generosity and spirit of the American heart; particularly the heart of the American hunter and fisherman.

_AWR Hawkins is the Second Amendment columnist for Breitbart News and host of Bullets with AWR Hawkins, a Breitbart News podcast. He is also the political analyst for Armed American Radio. Follow him on Twitter: @AWRHawkins. Reach him directly at awrhawkins@breitbart.com._

question: Why was the Addicks Reservoir overflowing?

answer: The reservoir overflowed after Hurricane Harvey.

question: Where did Hurricane Harvey make its landfall?

answer: The hurricane made its landfall north of Corpus Christi.

question: How are the fishermen and duck hunters helping with the aftermath?

answer: The fishermen and duck hunters turned themselves into rescuers using their personal boats to navigate through the flooded parts of Houston and search for survivors.

question: How many fishermen and duck hunters were involved in the process?

answer: The number of fishermen and hunters involved was so high that they outnumbered the number of government rescuers in the Houston area.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer:
Duck hunters and fishermen have turned themselves into rescuers, helping survivors by using their personal boats to navigate through the flooded parts of Houston.

The country is grateful for this "Cajun Navy" for all that they are doing. The Post has noted that the number of fishermen and hunters is so high that they have outnumbered the government rescuers in the Houston area.


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Hi everyone! I have always taken a liking to writing stories and recently have gotten into writing prompts. I thought I would share one that I typed up at work based off the sentence "I just had to laugh." Its loosely based off of my childhood with my brother. I would really love some feedback! Thanks everyone!
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         My brother and I grew up in a small town on the outskirts of a city called Maywood, which to us, seemed like a dead end town full of has-beens and welfare occupants. Nick, my brother who is 14, and I would get into it a lot. We were always fighting about who could have the next round on a video game, or who was going to take the blame for something we broke. It never dawned on me that the town we lived in had so much to offer, but we were about to find out soon enough, or were we?

	       I think it was a Friday when we fell upon the key that would change our lives. As usual we would walk up to the woods and hang out in the fort we had built last year. It was beautiful, to us at least, and stood about nine feet up off the ground so nothing could get us in there. We painted it red and had put some old chairs we found out in the brush up there we used to sit on and hang out. One day though we were sitting in the fort looking out over the house down the hill and he asked me, “Why have we never tried to dig for something under the fort? Maybe something awesome is down there.” I quickly dismissed the idea being as mature as I thought I was being 16 and just told him to forget about it. After a few days though, it started to bug me. It was clinging to my mind what could be down there. Treasure? Rocks? Dead people? Who knew what it could be, and so we started digging.

         It never dawned on me how hard the ground could be after not raining for a few days. Even in the middle of the summer Mother Nature could have let up on us a little bit. We had been digging for hours, and still we never hit anything so we took a break. After going to the house and back we decided to trudge on. Thrust after thrust dirt was moved and sweat replaced it. Until it happened. “DAN COME HERE!” is all I needed to hear before I ran over to my brother and saw him looking down at the hole he had dug. What I saw next took me by storm. His shovel was broken, and he was just standing there looking at it. I just had to laugh. Really, I thought to myself. This is really what he had screamed at the top of his lungs to show me? I took a double take at the shovel though, not because I just couldn’t believe it, but there was a key literally in the handle.

      	I don’t think we have looked at each other and ran to the house with something in hand so fast before. It seemed like it only took us a minute to get home when it’s usually a 30 minute hike. We threw the key on to the table and started talking back and forth in gibberish about what it could be. Upon hearing us slam into the house like a bomb hitting a target, our dad had run down the stairs to check what had happened. He took one glance at the key and instantly knew what we had found. “Where did you guys find it?” he asserted. I thought we had hit the jackpot. Even our dad was into what we had found. Those hopes were crushed though after he took it and ran off into the basement and into the coal room.

           We chased after him in pursuit of finding the meaning of the universe, or something close, only to find him kneeling next to an old safe we couldn’t ever open. He placed the key in, we could hear the tumblers locking into place, and gave the key a good twist. The door slowly opened, the room grew quite, and my brother and I expected dad to pull a gold bar out of the safe. Instead, he just stood up and sighed. He turned to us and just shrugged, “I guess your grandfather just did this thinking it would be hilarious someday.” He held out a piece of paper for us to read. It wasn’t the answers to life. It wasn’t a bank note for $1,000,000. Not even a sentimental letter expressing his love for us. Just a note with this written on it, “This is where your inheritance should be, boys.” All that trouble, digging, running, sweating, blisters, and pain just for our deceased family member to trick us like always. We all looked at each other, and just had to laugh.

title: I Just Had To Laugh

question: Describe Maywood.

answer: Dan describes the town as being a dead-end, but later realizes it has a lot to offer.

question: What is the main event of the story?

answer: Two brothers find a key near their tree fort after digging in the dirt. They discover it opens their grandfather's safe which contains nothing.

question: Who says "Dan come here!"?

answer: The narrator Dan's brother calls for him.

question: Why did the narrator run to their house so fast?

answer: When digging with his brother, they find a key. They urgently want to figure out what it's for.

question: Is the narrator spiritual?

answer: This information can't be found.

question: Over how much time does this story take place?

answer: This story seems to take place within several hours.

question: Write a ~5 sentence summary.

answer: Dan and his brother decide to dig around their tree fort. They dig up a key and take it home. Their dad recognizes it and uses it to open their deceased grandfather's safe. Instead of their being inheritance inside, there's only a note implying there is none. The family can only find humor in it.


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We asked leading screening experts Smiths Detection for an insight into challenges and innovations in screening and a look at the recent electronics ban…

[smiths-detection-security-screening]

Getting the balance right

The trend of increasing passenger numbers continues to be a challenge for airlines and airports. This has driven the growth of new processes to help manage the demand: From online ticketing and check-in, self-service kiosks and bag drop to RFID baggage trackers. In fact, the smart airports market is expected to exceed more than US$19 billion by 2024, growing at a CAGR of more than 10 percent.

To that end, it is inevitable that airports embrace technology if they want to effectively cope with burgeoning passenger inflow and outflow. This is especially necessary in Asia Pacific and the Middle East where passenger traffic reported strong growth in the first nine months of the year, and grew 10 percent and 12 percent respectively in September 2016 alone. In fact, APAC and the Middle East account for eight of the world’s top 20 airports with respect to passenger traffic according to the Airports Council International (ACI). Some of these locations such as Singapore, Sydney and Hong Kong, have had to plan and build new airports and runways aimed at handling increased capacity, especially with wide-body aircrafts such as theBoeing 777.

The smart airports market is expected to exceed more than US$19 billion by 2024…

Against this backdrop, airports are challenged to balance the optimisation of the travel experience against improving security measures that would be required in the face of rising threats. Thanks to new and emerging technologies, airports can simultaneously benefit from not only a reduced burden on airport operations, but also increased passenger satisfaction. Since research shows that passengers who report high levels of satisfaction at an airport tend to spend up to 45 percent more on an average at retail stores, it is win-win all around.

Airport vulnerability

However, the aviation industry is almost unique in its vulnerability to ‘events’ driven by those with an intent to cause catastrophic damage to them and the travelling public. This threat continues to evolve and as recent events have shown can occasionally require drastic changes to airport and airline operations to manage the resultant risks.

The impact of the imminent ban on electronics in the cabin for some routes is unclear at the moment but likely to lead to disruption to operations and frustration for passengers. A ban is a last resort measure but the goal is to mitigate the risks to a level that allows the business – trade and travel – to continue and grow.

Passengers who report high levels of satisfaction at an airport tend to spend up to 45 percent more on an average at retail stores…

How well the appropriate authorities and industry achieve this goal – getting the balance right – depends on the range of technologies and processes in place or available to them.

When airports and regulators work together to ensure the right technology and processes are in place there are high levels of confidence that this provides an effective deterrent. The airside screening methods currently employed across the globe are broadly seen as effective. As such, terrorists are now focusing their attention to other more exposed areas of the airport infrastructure which has resulted in the landside attacks seen in Brussels and Istanbul.

The landside area of an airport can be considered an ‘unregulated’ space when compared to airside so it is vital that responsibilities are clear and security objectives are met by continuing cooperation between the authorities and airport operators.

Airport operators do not want to create prisons or fortresses and are looking at how they can maintain high levels of security throughout the entire airport while maintaining their open approach for the facilitation of travel and business. While it is not possible for airports to be completely free of risks, it is important to actively take steps to improve the whole of airport security and screening capabilities to close any gaps while continuing to promote a free and open facility.

Risk based screening

Risk based screening (RBS) is using information about a traveller to inform the type of security/screening an individual undergoes at the airport. One of the ways of applying RBS is to identify individuals who are low risk – which is the vast majority of passengers – when adequate information exists on the passenger, so they can have a different screening experience which supports the efforts of the airport and the regulator to manage screening in an efficient way. Assessing a passenger is one way to look at where an individual may sit when viewed through a ‘risk’ lens.

The Transportation Security Administration (TSA) in the USA is an organisation that has benefited from this new way of managing security risks. TSA uses Pre-Check or CBP Global Entry to capture information about the traveller which is verified through the application process that then allows those individuals to have a different screening experience.

This creates an expedited screening experience providing increased throughout compared to normal travellers. This different screening experience allows travellers to leave electronics and liquids in bags, while no longer having to remove shoes, belts and jackets. While PreCheck lines may now be longer than the standard lines, they still move faster. It is this increase in screening efficiency that drives operational efficiencies which saves on operating costs, with the TSA saving US$120 million per annum.

However, the current threat level and associated ban on electronics on certain flights means that even individuals registered on these schemes have to follow the new requirements – an example of risk based decision making.

Beyond RBS, there are also other measures that airports around the world have adopted in an effort to balance the passenger experience and safety requirements. Osaka’s Kansai International Airport uses an integrated checkpoint solution and Melbourne’s Tullamarine Airport trailed a Smart security solution in Q4 2015 which demonstrated significant benefits in facilitation, staff and passenger experience.

The balancing act

In the wake of recent attacks and changes in threat, security operations will be reviewed by the appropriate authorities and the aviation industry. This review should be based on an individual airports’ threat profile and where it sees it is exposed. A layered approach using continuous and random screening, human intelligence, and risk based screening approaches to the airports are all valid methods to change the security stance. No single element addresses all the risks and it is only when these elements are considered in an integrated approach are the benefits realised.

Thankfully, airports and regulators are starting to see the benefits of reviewing their current security procedures and implementing solutions that are better aligned with the changing passenger habits. All airports are challenged to find the right balance between operational efficiency, security effectiveness and passenger experience.Amsterdam’s Schiphol Airport, for example, has worked hard on enhancing the passenger experience, and is now seen as leading the industry in this regard. Finding this balance has driven different approaches to security screening and we see some airports focus heavily on achieving high facilitation rates in order to generate the operational benefits available from an efficient operation.

Focusing on each individual layer, such as the checkpoint and making this layer of security more effective and efficient as possible is a significant area of development across the globe. Opportunities to have a more ‘joined up’ approach on how information is integrated through the different security layers to inform the physical security screening process for passengers, their bags and staff in the airport is one area of consideration among the various stakeholders who are involved in different layers of security.

One thing that recent attacks have driven home is that it is a combination of people, process and technology, and not solely technology that will provide the robustness required to ensure we can manage and mitigate the risks of today and tomorrow.

question: What does the story say about reviewing airports' current security procedures?

answer: Airports' current security procedures will be reviewed by the authorities and the aviation industry to lower the risk of new attacks. Reviewing includes continuous and random screening, human intelligence, and risk-based screening. Airports already see the benefits of the reviewing.

question: What does the story say about the electronics ban?

answer: It seems that the electronics ban in the cabin leads to disruption to operations and frustration for passengers. The ban should mitigate the risks to a level that allows the business trade and travel to continue and grow.  All individuals will have to follow the ban.

question: What does the article say about risk-based screening (RBS)?

answer: (RBS) is using information about a traveler to inform the type of security/screening an individual undergoes at the airport. It helps to identify individuals who are low-risk so they can have a different screening experience that allows travelers to leave electronics and liquids in bags, while no longer having to remove shoes, belts and jackets.

question: What does the story say about airport attack statistics?


text:
Once there lived a land of sea creatures along a great and wondrous river, at least great to these sea creatures in their point of view as it was their home. The current flowed over them, very mysterious to them as the current went its own way, caring for nothing else but that. The sea creatures knew they had to cling to the reef, or be swept by the current. This was their way of life, what all of them had been told at birth.

One creature said at last, "I am tired of clinging, though I cannot see it with my own eyes, I trust that the current knows where it is going I will let go and let the current decide my fate, staying here I will eventually wither and die"

The other creatures scoffed at this idea, "You are a fool! you will much sooner die letting go as that current you worship will throw you against the rocks and kill you violently"

And the One listened to them, but did not accept what they said and let go of the reef, and the current carried him and tumbled him across the rocks, and while this was painful, he refused to cling again. Finally, the current lifted him above the rocks, and he was bruised no more.

When his fellow sea creatures downstream saw him, to them he seemed a stranger, they rejoiced, "See this, see this a miracle a creature like ourselves, yet he flies above the reef like a god see the Messiah he has come to save us all!"

The One carried by the current replied, "I am no more Messiah than you, the current can set us free if we just have the courage to let go."
The One was carried further by the current beyond their view, leaving the members of the reef to create legends out of the one who showed them a miracle.

title: The Odyssey of the Adventurous Messiah.

question: Why does The One decide to let go of the rocks he clings to?

answer: He is afraid he will wither and die there.

question: How do the other creatures react to The One's decision to let go?

answer: They tell him that he is a fool, and that he will die.

question: What is the moral of the story?

answer: That taking a risk can be painful, but can also reap big rewards.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: A parable in which a sea creature takes a risk and lets go of his old life only to be revered as a messiah when he ends up above the crowd of creatures he left behind.


text:
LAURIER–WATERLOO PARK is a stop on the Region of Waterloo's Ion rapid transit system.[1] It is located on Seagram Drive at the Waterloo Spur rail corridor, just inside Waterloo Park. It is the closest station to its namesake, Wilfrid Laurier University, whose main campus is about east of the station.

Access to the platform is from both ends: from the north, directly from the Seagram Drive sidewalk; to the south, access to paths within the Park are available on either side of the tracks.

The station's feature wall consists of brown stone tiles with vertical striations.

The southbound track is also used by freight trains on the Waterloo Spur line, which serves industrial locations in Elmira. These trains only run in the overnight hours after LRT service has halted. To protect the station structure (and the trains themselves), a gauntlet track is in place alongside this station that offsets the freight track a small distance.

In addition to the park, nearby locations include University Stadium and the University of Waterloo's UW Place residences.

[1]

title: Laurier–Waterloo Park station

question: Where is the Laurier Waterloo Park station located?

answer: It's not clear what country the station is in, but it is located on Seagram Drive at the Waterloo Spur rail corridor. It is near Wilfrid Laurier University.

question: Describe the station's feature wall?

answer: It consists of brown stone tiles with vertical striations.

question: What is the purpose of the station?

answer: It is a stop on the Region of Waterloo's Ion rapid transit system.

question: How is the station structure protected?

answer: A gauntlet track is in place alongside the station that offsets the freight track a small distance.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: This article describes the Laurier Waterloo Park station, which is a stop on the Region of Waterloo's Ion rapid transit system near Wilfrid Laurier University.


text:
**Lake Town**

I stumble through the woods. I have gone days without eating, living off of the drops of dew that cling to the plants each morning. I trip over fallen tree after fallen tree, but still I pick myself up and keep walking, not knowing why I haven’t died yet, why I haven’t fallen and been unable to pick myself up. Each day I pray that I will find civilization. Each day I am disappointed.

I trip once again and let out what is either a sob or a hollow laugh. To think that I used to be a great leader. I used to have everything I could have ever asked for, all ruined because of that stupid war. The people in charge of the world went insane, murdering countless and ravaging many cities, including my own. Because of it I am now fated to stumble through the trees forever. I force myself up and promise to myself that I will be powerful again. I walk on for another 3 hours, then see something through the gaps in the trees. Could it be? I feel adrenaline course through me and I walks faster. It is. I did it. A house stands before me; it is in terrible condition, but it’s a house, and I can see more houses further on, and people walking around. I try to speak but no words come out only a strange gasp, and a woman hears me and screams and people start running about, and I fall to my knees as a man comes up to help me up but my knees have stopped working. The man is saying something to me, but everything is already going dark.

I remember waking up from time to time; the man is always there giving me soup or water, but I awaken for the final time on a cot in a tent. There is a different woman with a gun standing near me, staring at me suspiciously.
“What happened?” I manage to cough out.
“You collapsed outside our town.” The woman says. “You gave us a real fright, stumbling in like that. We thought you were one of the Ravagers.”
For the next hour the woman tells me all about how Lake Town had been there for a century or two, and how the only reason they survived was because people tended to avoid it; everyone thought it was cursed because the mayors keep dying each year.
“How do they die?” I ask.
“We don’t know.” The woman admits. “One day they’ll be there, the next day they’re gone.”

For the next few months I live peacefully in the town. I earn my keep by helping out with tasks such as farming, and I once tried to fish at the nearby lake for which Lake Town was named but could not catch a single fish. When I asked the mayor about it he just said;
“There’s no point in trying to fish there, even the most skilled fisherman has tried. We think that there must be some trash in it or something that is killing all the fish.”
So I continue farming, but I remember my promise out in the woods to regain my empire, and I begin to crave more power. I become very good friends with the mayor and get promoted to builder, then chief raider, then finally up to what the people called the “advisor”, who is the most powerful person in town other than the mayor himself. For a month I am happy, but I still want more power. I go down to the lake to think about what I should do. I go there often because of how peaceful it is away from the other townsfolk; I can’t hear or see anything from the town at all. I sit on the dock and stare at the water.
“How beautiful it is.” I say to myself. “So still, it’s like a mirror.” I stop. That gives me an idea. If no one can see in the lake, you could hide anything under the surface.
Anything.
I feel a smirk forming on my face and prepare my plan. I invite the mayor to come for a picnic at the lake, then knock him out with one of the cinder blocks from the town, and drag the him to the docks where I tie the block around his leg. Once I’m done, the mayor starts to wake up. A look of realization hits his face, our gazes lock and his lips form a scream but it’s too late, and the lake swallows him without a trace.
I feel guilt stab at my stomach but I push it away. I had just committed a perfect crime; no one saw or heard me, no one will find the body under the lake’s mirror-like surface, and no one will suspect me because they will all think it was the curse that whisked the mayor away.

I become the new mayor, and I live happily with the power that I have longed for for nearly seven months. Half of a year passes, and a new man wanders into Lake Town and collapses. At first everyone is suspicious of him, unsure if he can be trusted or if he is perhaps one of the Ravagers. But once he regains all his strength he proves himself by working hard as a farmer, and I can see a future for a hard worker like him higher up in the chain. I decide to promote the new man to builder, then chief raider, then finally advisor, and we become good friends. One day the new advisor excitedly told me he had caught a fish in the lake. I am shocked and ask him to show me where, so we rush to the lake and hop into a small wooden boat to row out to the middle.
“Where did you catch it?” I ask him again.
“Right over here.” The advisor points to a spot in the lake, so I lean over to look when I feel a sharp sting on the back of my head, and everything goes dark.

I awaken with my head hurting and everything looking fuzzy, but I think I can see the advisor sitting next to my leg. I try to move but is restrained by what looks like rope, and I can feel something heavy being tied to my leg.
A cinder block.
My blood runs cold as I realizes what is happening. The advisor and I lock gazes, and my lips start to form a scream, but it is too late, and the boat tips and cold water engulfs me. I panic and start thrashing about in the water, but I soon give up and let out a sob as the cinder block rests on the sand bottom. A current sways me back and forth as I slowly run out of air, and I feel something touch my leg. I look over to see algae with a skeleton trapped inside, some torn flesh and part of an eye still clinging to his bones, gently swaying along side me with a piece of algae touching my leg from time to time. I scream, causing me to swallow more water, and I look the other way hoping I will die without that horrible image in my mind. Instead I am greeted with more skeletons, each one looking more disgusting than the next. There are a about a hundred of them. And all of them have rope around their ankle.
All of them are tied to cinder blocks.

Thank you for reading! This is my first short story so I appreciate feedback. I want my writing to grow, so tell me what you liked/disliked and what you think would have made the story better!

title: Lake Town - (Thriller)

question: How does justice function in the story?

answer: The main character commits and evil deed. He needlessly kills the mayor of the town just because he wants to be in charge. Later on, another wanderer like him comes and kills him the same way he killed the mayor. This is a kind of justice, because what the main character did to the mayor, is later done to him.

question: What is the twist at the end of the story?

answer: The reader believes that the main character has merely used the curse of the lake to their advantage at first, but that the curst is not real. Later when the main character is the mayor and they are killed they see skeletons at the bottom of the lake. It is revealed that the curse of the lake is the repetition of the deaths of the mayors by being drowned by cinderblocks. The main character was unknowingly acting it out.

question: Describe the main character's position at the start of the story.

answer: The main character is lost, alone and starving. They are wandering through the woods. They are despondent because they had previously been a great leader. It is not clear what caused their change in fortunes, but presumably it was due to the stupid war, where "the people in charge of the world went insane, ravaging many cities" including his.


text:
He stood there for hours together waiting for someone to just open the door. It was about an hour and half later that the door opened. He Smiled.
His smile gradually faded as the door closed. Once again the door opened. He smiled. His Smile kept fading in and out in the tandem with the door.
On realising that, a man walked out of the door, stopped, waited and looked left and right before crossing. The boy looked up and observed a tall man walking towards him, wearing a chimney like hat. An apron with a perfectly knotted bow; a few stains of gravy found on the front. Printed in bold letters was his name ‘Head Chef John’.
Upon arriving, he also prodded the boy with the same gesture. “Not again! Are you also here to show me the way out?” the boy murmured. “Certainly not my boy.” The boy waited for a while and opened his mouth letting a few drops of drool drip from the side of his mouth and then said, I come from a very poor family and cannot afford a pizza. So all I do is stand here and take in the smell of the freshly baked pizzas. After all, I hope that at least the aroma is one thing, which no one will stop me from relishing.
								-Dev Rohira

title: Aroma Of Innocence

question: Where does the boy stand?

answer: He stands in front of the door to a pizza place.

question: Why does the boy stand in front of the pizza place?

answer: So that he can smell the aroma of freshly baked pizza.

question: Explain the boy's reason for smelling the pizza.

answer: His family is poor and can't afford pizza. The smell is the only thing he can have without anyone stopping him.

question: Why does the boy smile in sync with the door?

answer: Because he smells the fresh pizzas every time the door opens.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: A boy stands in front of a door, smiling whenever it opens. Head Chef John notices this and goes to talk to the boy. He explains that his family is poor and the aroma of the pizza is the only thing no one can stop him from relishing.


text:
The world was old, and he was tired. The cliff was not as high as others he had climbed, but it would serve its purpose. Leaning over the edge was enough to assure him of that. The waves crashed relentlessly against the jagged rocks below, leaving an icy mist in their wake. They reminded him of the mountains of Asia and how they seemed to break apart the crust of the earth for the sole purpose of reaching the sun.

His life had been driven by the thirst for discovery, the need to dig his nails into the earth and tear apart its flesh to find what was hidden beneath. He could not remember a point in his history when he had not felt such an urge. He had spent his childhood ducking through the alleyways of his city’s core, peeking into sun-laden rooms of clay only to find a mother baking bread, her leathered hands pressing a quiet pulse into a mound of dough. The familiar sensation of burning muscles followed him through his childhood as he carried himself over the hills towards the sun outside the city walls. His mother often complained of feeling decades older than she should. “Chasing you is a full time job,” she would sigh. “You must learn to sit still.” But the next day, as always, he would forget to gather water in favor of following the stream a few miles further than the day before. When he reached the age of manhood, he ached to escape the confines of his home, to chase the sun until he found that which gave it life.

He dedicated his being to exploration. Education and love were fleeting desires, ultimately disregarded if it meant renouncing his claim on the earth and her secrets. He found work on a ship for little pay, but he gladly exchanged the luxury of money for the lull of his mistress’s gentle waves under a sky splashed with stars.

Through his time on earth, he saw wonders untold from every corner of the globe, grabbing the fruit of life and feeling the juice run down his face in heavy streams. The sands of the east felt rough on his tired skin, yet as soft and warm as the eyes of the elephant in Asia. Never before had he seen so brilliant a sunset as the pool of gold, red, and purple that soaked the northern snow in light. The people were almost as incredible as the places, though none impressed him as much as the dark-haired lady from the tavern in Mexico, who met his eyes and ducked shyly into the shadows. Her tinkling laugh still rang in the back of his mind when the quiet overtook him in the night. “Will you stay with me?” she whispered into his ear, and he nearly did. But the chilled dawn called him from her bed in the morning, and he slipped back onto his ship while she remained tangled in the sheets and memories of his body.

That was years ago, a lifetime it seemed, but he sometimes caught himself wondering if he would have been happier if he had stayed. The years had been good to him - his body remained strong and healthy despite the constant running, fighting, exploring. He could no longer deny, though, that he was slowing. His muscles, sturdy, no longer held the energy of his boyhood. He had begun to run less, choosing instead to walk. He had told himself that he was merely appreciating the scenery. He had rushed through the lush valleys and rocky peaks of his youth, leaving only vague memories of their true magnitude. I’m slowing down to appreciate my earth, he said. But one can only deny the truth for so long before it smashes through even the strongest defenses.

And that was how he ended up here on the cliff, his life teetering in the balance as he rocked back and forth on his calloused feet. He could see his ship aground in the distance. It was pushed onto the sand of the island against a backdrop of dense forest - a forest he would never know. It seemed to him as if this were the last place in the world. He had seen and done all there was, his eyes heavy with the memories of a well-lived life. This island, this piece of the world, was the stitch to heal the aching in his heart; the ache to discover, explore, unearth. To explore this island would be to finish what he started at his first steps. And that was why, he decided, he could not go through with it.

He knew not what the next life held for him. Dead men tell no tales, and he feared that when his time came, his light would be extinguished and he would be left to rot in the dark. To die with passion is a beautiful thing, he told himself, and to die fulfilled is to deny this beauty. That yearning to explore would follow him into the dark if it died with him. He could not bear the burden of knowledge that would come from exploring all there was to explore. This line of thinking led him to the mist-drenched cliff where he currently stood. He came directly to the edge, not allowing himself even the chance to stop and admire the blossoming orange petals that adorned the vines of the trees. There would be time for that after the fact.

As he closed his tired eyes against the blinding sun, the very fibers of his being screamed against it. The pulse of his blood steadily urged him to turn back and find the source of the thick sweet smell in the air. Pineapples, maybe, fallen from the trees and decaying into the sand. But he edged closer still to the drop. To allow this wilderness to keep its secrecy was to tie himself to this earth and its wonders, to comfort himself against the thought that death was silence. He bound himself to the earth through this promise to her. And it was with this last thought that he smiled, sighed, and calmly fell into the waiting arms of his true love.

title: My first ever short story. Looking for feedback.

question: What is the protagonist's hobby and work?

answer: Adventure.

question: Who impressed him the most?

answer: A woman in Mexico.

question: Where is he now?

answer: A cliff.

question: What happens at the end?

answer: The man commits suicide by jumping off the cliff.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: An athletic man-a wanderer and a traveler-reflects on his life, his mother, and a woman in Mexico. He then jumps off a cliff, smiling.


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Ontario residents can brace for another hike in electricity bills on Jan. 1.

The increase comes on the heels of a jump just two months ago, and hydro bills will rise again after the Liberals introduce a cap-and-trade plan in the spring.

Under the Liberal government, electricity prices in Ontario soared from a flat 4.7 cents a kilowatt hour in 2004, to the Nov. 1, 2015 rate of 17.5 cents a kwh at peak times, increases that total almost 375 per cent.

There are various changes taking effect in the new year that will have an impact on electricity bills.

Energy sector analyst Tom Adams calls it “a multi-dimensional, inter-temporal shell game” of power rates.

There are few details known about the Liberal’s cap-and-trade plan to fight climate change, but it is expected to push up prices for many consumer goods, including electricity.

“In terms of cap and trade, the cost of doing nothing is huge,” Premier Kathleen Wynne said in a year-end interview with The Canadian Press. “We don’t have a choice as a globe.”

The Liberals have started the process of selling up to 60 per cent of Hydro One, which the opposition parties warn will also drive up electricity rates, but the government says rates will still be set by the Ontario Energy Board.

“There’s no doubt about it, that we think the sale is going to have a negative impact on the electricity bill,” said Progressive Conservative energy critic John Yakabuski.

“It’s difficult to determine how much they’ll go up, but we do know that we will no longer be able to have the same influence over Hydro One when it becomes majority privately-owed.”

HERE ARE THE CHANGES THAT WILL IMPACT YOUR HYDRO BILLS:

Starting Jan. 1, the debt retirement charge will be eliminated from residential hydro bills — which will mean savings of about $70 a year for the average household.

At the same time, the government is ending the 10 per cent credit on all portions of the electricity bill, including the HST, known as the Clean Energy Benefit, which meant savings of nearly $200 a year for the average consumer.

There is a new program to help low-income families save up to $50 a month on their electricity bills, but so far only about 7 per cent of eligible households have applied for the rebates.

Other hydro customers will pay about $1 more each month to fund that plan. (It’s a plan called a “cruel shell game” by the Conservatives, who say it is designed to confuse the public into thinking the government is making hydro affordable for low-income families).

Hydro One is increasing its distribution rates in 2016, expected on Feb. 1, which will mean a 0.4 per cent hike on the average residential hydro bill.

The Ontario Energy Board is also changing to fixed distribution rates, which is expected to result in another 0.7 per cent increase in electricity bills once approved.

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THE DEBT RETIREMENT CHARGE

The debt retirement chargewill still be used to raise $600 million a year from non-residential electricity users, including businesses and industries, until it is scheduled to end in April 2018.

The charge was introduced in 2002 to pay down debt left over from the old Ontario Hydro, which was split into five agencies by the previous Conservative government as it prepared to privatize parts of the electricity sector. The Tories later abandoned those plans.

Ontario Power Generation, Hydro One and municipal utilities were responsible for servicing and retiring part of the debt, while consumers were to pay off the residual stranded debt — which was $7.8 billion in 1999 — through the DRC.

But the residual stranded debt was increased to $11.9 billion after the Tories froze electricity rates in May 2002 as part of their aborted effort at privatization, and the newly elected Liberals did not lift the freeze until March 2004.

The province had paid 8.9 per cent interest on the hydro debt in 1999, which was lowered to 5.4 per cent by 2014, but still amounts to $1.45 billion annually.

Even though Ontario businesses and households paid more than $11.5 billion in debt retirement charges between 2002 and 2014, the residual stranded debt was still at $2.6 billion as of March 2015.

And the original $20.9 billion in stranded debt from Ontario Hydro, the amount not supported by assets, was still listed at $8.3 billion in March.

Financial accountability officer Stephen LeClair said the Liberal plan to sell Hydro One will mean a short-term financial gain, but “an ongoing loss in revenue for government, ultimately resulting in an increase in net debt.”

Ontario’s net debt is projected to hit $298.9 billion in this fiscal year, and costs taxpayers $10.7 billion a year in interest payments.

question: Why was the debt retirement charge present on electricity bills?

answer: It was there to pay off the debt remaining from the old Ontario Hydro.

question: How much is the expected rise in electricity costs and what are the reasons?

answer: The debt retirement charge is removed, which benefits people by $70 per year on average. However, the 10% credit on the bill for using clean energy is also removed. That costs $200 per year. The net cost is $130 per year on an average electricity bill.

question: What is the plan to pay the remaining debt from the old Ontario Hydro?

answer: The debt retirement charge will still apply to non-residential electricity consumers.

question: What is the reason behind implementing these changes?

answer: New policies are implemented to alleviate global climate change.

question: Write a ~5 sentence summary.

answer: Electricity bills are increasing in Ontario. Liberal's cap-and-trade plan is expected to increase electricity costs. They are also planning to sell 60% of a hydropower plant, which the conservatives think will increase electricity costs while the Liberals say the prices will be set by the Ontario Energy Board. A 10% credit on electricity as well as a debt-retirement charge will be removed from bills, which is expected to increase the bills by $130 per year for customers. The debt remaining from the old Ontario Hydro, still sitting at $8.3 billion down from the original $20.9 billion, will be paid through debt retirement charges on non-residential usage.


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Egypt and Cyprus signed a bilateral agreement for the construction of an underwater pipeline to export natural gas to Egypt. The deal was signed at the presidential palace by Energy Minister Yiorgos Lakkotrypis and Egypt’s Oil Minister Tarek el Molla. Cypriot gas will then be treated by an Egyptian refinery, to be sold to third parties.

The Cypriot Aphrodite gas field is part of a group of gas fields in the South East of the Mediterranean, and is located at block 12 of the Exclusive Economic Zone.

   Production of gas is going to be very difficult without a solution of the Cyprus problem

Cyprus and Egypt want joint gas project

Jan van der Made

With some 140 billion cubic metres in reserve it i small compared to the Zohr and Leviathan gas fields of Egypt and Israel (with reserves of 850 and 620 billion m3 respectively) and even smaller than Israel’s Tamar field (280 billion m3).

But the joint development with Egypt may be a breakthrough. “It is the first of a few steps that need to take place before the gas can actually be exported,” says Fiona Mullan, director of Sapienta Economics, a Nicosia-based consultancy.

“What we need to see next is the actual contract between the companies. What does it mean for Europe? It is the beginning of the Eastern Mediterranean being able to supply Europe at least with LNG, Liquefied Natural Gas. So the idea is that there will be a pipeline from the Cypriot Aphrodite Field, to an energy plant which is currently idle, in Egypt, and from there the idea is to sell it to Europe,” she says.

This potentially means competition for Russian’s gas giant Gazprom, Europe’s biggest provider of natural gas.

The EU currently imports 164 billion m3 gas per year to the EU, followed by Norway, with 112 billion m3, and Algeria, with 32 billion m3. Domestically, the Netherlands provides the EU with another 42 billion m3/year.

But recent plans to expand the Russian flow of gas into Europe. “The plan of South Stream [a pipeline that was to cross the Caspian sea and enter Europe through the Balkans] was effectively killed by the European Commission, says Vasily Astrov, an economist with the Vienna Institute.

“It was seen as a project which would raise Europe’s dependence on Russia. And there were very strong objections, basically the argument that the South Stream pipeline didn’t comply with EU regulations on competition issues.

“Now the main discussion is around North Stream II. So there is already the North Stream I pipeline which runs through the Baltic Sea, and brings gas from Russia to Germany. And now there is the project of constructing North Stream II pipeline which will run parallel to the North Stream I pipeline, which would bring another 55 billion cubic meter of gas, and that would be essentially a re-orientation of Russian gas which currently runs through Ukraine,” he says.

Meanwhile, before the Cypriot-Egyptian project can take shape, a lot of problems have to be solved.

One of the most difficult ones is probably the position of Turkey.

Just last February, Turkey sent war ships to prevent Italian oil- and gas company Eni from exploiting gas reserves south of Cyprus:

“The position of the Turkish Cypriots is that they are co-founders of the Republic of Cyprus,” says Mullen.

“And as a result, they are co-owners of any natural resources in the waters around Cyprus.

“So when the Republic of Cyprus makes a significant move, you get a response both from the Turkish Cypriots and the government of Turkey objecting to this, so in the long term, production of gas is going to be very difficult without a solution of the Cyprus problem,” she says.

question: Is the Egypt/Cyprus deal for natural gas or oil?

answer: I think natural gas

question: Why does Turkey pose a problem for the deal?

answer: Because there are conflicting claims to the region from whence the gas comes.

question: Why do Turkish Cypriots believe they have a claim to gas reserves south of Cyprus?

answer: They believe they are co-founders of the Republic of Cyprus.

question: What is Egypt's plan for the gas?

answer: To refine it and sell it to Europe as liquefied natural gas

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer: Egypt and Cyprus signed an agreement for construction of an underwater pipeline to export natural gas to Egypt. Egypt plans on refining the gas and selling it to the European Union as liquefied natural gas. Currently, most gas comes from Russia, so this is the first step toward Middle East sourcing of gas for Europe. There are conflicting claims to the gas field, however, as Turkish Cypriots believe they are co founders of the Republic of Cyprus.


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Suzy sat at her grandmother's lap, in the old house that her grandmother had lived in for many years now. She loved nights like these, where her grandmother would tell her stories. To her eight year old eyes, grandma was the wisest person in the whole city... no... the whole world. As her eyes scanned the room as her grandmother told her about how in her days they used to catch dragonflies and tie them on string, something glistened softly on the mantelpiece where the fireplace was. Upon closer inspection, she saw that it was a red stone set in what seemed to be a crude flower frame, no larger than her thumb. Curious about the object she turned and asked her grandmother, who had the answer to everything "Gramma, what's that?".

Anna was taken by surprise, because Suzy had been quiet all the while. She looked in the direction that her granddaughter was pointing, and saw the little brooch on the mantelpiece. "Why Suzy, you mean the little flower brooch over there? The red one?" said Anna. Suzy looked confused. "Gramma... what's a broooch?" she asked. Anna laughed and said as simply as she could "Well, it's a shiny thing just like that one, which we sometimes use to pin to clothes". "ohh..." said Suzy, and she got up to take a closer look. Her grandmother motioned to her to bring it closer, and Suzy sat in her lap once more, this time with brooch in hand.

"Where did you get it from gramma? Did grampa give it to you?" asked Suzy. Anna laughed again, then with a slightly more solemn expression said "No, not from grampa. It was a present from someone else, when I was very young. In fact, I think I was just about your age". "Wow... who was it?" asked Suzy, filled with curiousity. Anna smiled gently at her granddaughter, and told her story just as she remembered it...

Anna was playing in the snow then, something she had always loved. Her father had been gone for 2 years at that point, and her mother was busy at work as usual. Her brother was in the house, studying furiously as he had been for some time, and he was never any fun. So she had gone to her secret spot in the hilltop where she could see the whole town and where the air was fresher. There she observed the hustle and bustle as the people went about their day in the city below, and she drew circles in the snow. Ah... bliss.

Not long after she had begun to build a tiny snowman army, she heard footsteps coming up the pathway. Turning around, she saw a man dressed in a winter coat walking up the path. When he caught sight of her, he smiled and winked at her. "Ah, so my secret place isn't so secret after all, is it?" he said. Anna frowned and said "Nuh uh, this is my secret place! I came here first! It's mine, mister!". "Ah, you must be right! My mistake. Well, it's been a tough day, so would you mind sharing your special spot with me for awhile so I can catch my breath?" said the man playfully. Anna inspected him from head to toe before finally saying "Well... you look you're not a bad guy, so I guess I'll let you. But just this once!". The man smiled, and thanked her graciously.

He sat there in the snow watching the city, while she continued building the snowman army. Once that was complete, she started work on the bad guys, big monstrous creatures. Of course, they would still be no match for her army, because the bad guys always lose in the end. All of the stories her mother told her ended that way.

After he had sat there for a long time, he came over to her to see what she had made. "So... what do have here, little one?" he asked again. "These" she said, pointing to the snowman army "are the good guys and they will fight against" then she pointed to the monsters she had made out of snow "these baddies here. And they'll win of course!". The man smiled, a little sadly. "Do the good guys always win?" he asked weakly. "Yes! Of course they do!" said Anna confidently. The man fell silent for a short while. Then he said "I wish I had your conviction little one, but sometimes it feels as though no matter what I do, no matter how hard we fight, the bad guys won't give in". "Don't worry mister" said Anna, "as long as you're a good guy you have nothing to fear, right?". He smiled, and then nodded.

"You're right, little one." he said. "It's hard sometimes. I'm sure even for a little one like you this war has been hard. So many of our people are suffering because of it. Yet it is a necessary suffering, because we have to win against the bad guys. We have to do what is right." he said with a steely resolve in his voice. "I promise you little one, when this war is over, things will be good again. We will have won against the bad guys, and things will be good" he said. Anna jumped excitedly upon hearing this, and danced in the snow. "You better win against the baddies mister!" she said. the man simply nodded in response.

They heard footsteps walking up the hill, and a soldier dressed in full military regalia walked towards them. The man smiled and said "looks like I have to go little one. You have been good company, and I feel refreshed. Thank you for sharing your spot with me". He pulled out a brooch from his coat pocket, shaped like a flower and with a ruby in the middle and handed it to her. "This I bought for someone else, but I think it is better left with you". Anna stared at the shiny brooch, and beamed with excitement upon receiving something so beautiful. She hugged him in gratitude.

Then the soldier spoke "Fuhrer, it is time for us to go". The man smiled at Anna once more, and he left with the soldier.

That was the first and last time she ever saw the man in person.

"Why do you keep it gramma?" asked Suzy. "Well..." said Anna, "I used to believe, just like that man that evil and good were two easily distinguishable things. That there were the good guys and the bad guys, and the purpose of the good guys was to make sure the bad guys were defeated at all costs. People will tell you this Suzy, that this man is bad, or that man is good. In reality I think that it isn't anywhere near that simple." She held her granddaughter close.

" I guess the reason I keep it Suzy, is to remind myself to never lose sight of the humanity that is in us all".

title: Red

question: What does the story say about good versus evil?

answer: The grandma, as a little girl, has a very clear distinction between what makes someone good or bad. She characterizes bad guys as big monstrous creatures. She notes that bad guys are no match for the good guys, because bad guys always lose in the end. She shows off her army of snowmen and bad snow creatures to a man who seems friendly enough. The man notes that he feels that no matter what he does, the bad guys won't give in. She assures him that as long as he's a good guy, he's got nothing to fear. He says he will keep fighting, and she agrees he better win. It's then revealed that this man is Adolf Hitler as a soldier refers to him as Fuhrer. The grandma grows up to recognize that the lines between good and bad are blurry, and that there's humanity in all of us because she saw good in Hitler even though he turned out to be the epitome of evil.


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Rider

My mom has always been supportive of my career as a musician. My dad never got around to it. The only bands he’d ever listen to were the Beatles and Rolling Stones. He wanted the Beatles played at his funeral, which he got. My mom never talks about the music that she listens to  except for her uncle Alan who toured the Midwest in the 50’s as a troubadour;  he’s still famous in our town.

I haven’t been home in a while, not that I miss it much. I moved to LA when I was 23. I was bored by the people at home. I was bored by my job at the grocery store and tired of not seeing anything. When I moved I had most of my” LA-experiences” during the first six months, right drugs- wrong people, that sort of thing. I thought the substances would inspire me as it seemed to inspire others but that never happened. I also played some gigs with local small-timers but it didn't amount to much.

My fourth summer in LA came around and thats when I met Terrie outside a used-car shop. I’d been looking to replace dad’s station-wagon that I’d driven to the coast. As  I was standing there looking over some of my options I saw the glint of peroxide-blonde hair and sweaty fishnet stockings out of the corner of my eye. I remember the coral lipstick, which I later learned was her favorite, so shiny on those lips. She walked up to me to bum a cigarette. As I’d recently quit smoking I apologized and told her I didn’t have any on me. Disappointed, she asked me for a lighter to borrow if she could bum a smoke from a man that was standing by a newsstand across the street. I didn’t have a lighter either but I reached into my vest pocket for the book of matches I always kept there. As I handed it to her she thanked me and smiled in the most heartbreaking way. I knew that I had to make her mine. Although I was more of what you might call the singer-songwriter type than a rocker, this girl with her glam rock look was something else. Underneath that make up I could see that she was pretty in an old-fashioned way. Later, when we were married, I used to tell her that she was like a burning wheat field blowing in the summer wind; she never understood what I meant and said I was a sucker. Our courtship was quick because her parents were very religious. Terrie was only 21 when we married but they consented and gave us their blessing because I was “a good God-fearing Midwestern boy.”

	Through Terrie I got more involved in the scene and discovered I had a knack for writing catchy riffs. I joined some of the locals who were in need of a guitarist and not long after that we played as support band for a famous bands on their US tour. Months of touring and debauchery followed but after rising tensions in the band and disagreements with our management we decided to call it quits.

         Then Terrie got pregnant. She was excited but seeing as her job at the record store didn’t pay much and my being unemployed, I was worried to say the least. Fortunately I lucked out in joining as a touring and studio session guitarist with a band that had just signed  deal with a big label. Unfortunately this meant being on the road for long stretches at a time. Things quickly went downhill in our relationship and it was while touring in Japan that I got the terrible news that Terrie had suffered a miscarriage. She was inconsolable and quit her job. I tried to be home as much as I could to care for her but my obligations took me out of town again. Things between us never recovered after that and I blame myself. Two months after the loss of our child I got a call from Roy, a sergeant in the Marines who tells me he’s in love with my wife and she is in love with him and they are going to Germany. While this news hurt at first I can’t say I was surprised; I kept my nose to the grind to give me something else to think about. One tour lead to another and after 5 years the band went through a lineup change and I was thrust into the role of frontman. Evidently I did something right as we quickly started selling out the largest arenas and stadiums. We got through 3 good tours before ticket sales started to dwindle. These days we play to fairly large clubs and such, I don’t complain, seeing as it brings in good money. I live a private and enjoyable life.
	I’ve never met Terrie since our marriage ended but last I heard Roy was killed in a combat exercise and she had gotten remarried to a journalist. Even though our relationship went to pieces I still cherish terrie and our times together.
	At the venues we play the band usually has extensive requirements to ensure their comfort. My only requests on the rider are one ham sandwich and two fingers of bourbon. I usually go out into whichever city we’re playing that night and walk around while eating my sandwich. Even though the band is still fairly popular people seldom recognize me off the stage. I also try to find a bookstore to buy something by a local author for those long flights and bus rides. Just before showtime I’ll find a quiet spot in the venue and raise a glass for my Terrie.

title: Rider-yeah it ain't much (voi paska)

question: Why does he need something else to think about?

answer: He didn't want to think of Terri with Roy, the new partner.

question: Why did his relationship with Terrie go to pieces when he still cherished her?

answer: Terri had a miscarriage and the relationship never recovered?

question: Is the narrator in a new relationship?

answer: Unlikely. He still thinks of his Terri

question: What does the future hold?

answer: Not answered

question: Write a ~12 sentence summary.

answer:
The narrator moves to LA at 23. In the first six months, he gets into drugs and the wrong people. He meets Terrie in LA when she tries to bum a smoke off him. They get involved in music. He marries her when she's 21 after a short courtship.

They start playing for support bands that work with famous bands on US tours. The band finally splits and Terri gets pregnant. The narrator joins another band and was on the road for long stretches.

Terrie has a miscarriage, is inconsolable and quits her job. the marriage never recovers. Two months later the narrator receives a call from Roy, a marine, who says that he loves Terrie and they're leaving for Germany. The narrator never gets over his love for Terrie.


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[Clifford's Tower in York historical building. Canvas Print by Robert Gipson]

This stone tower is all that is left of the once large York Castle. Scenes of much blood letting over the centuries, and now stands on its mound and known as Cliffords Tower it is open to the public for viewing. This image is processed using some HDR software.

about our Canvas

-   Manufactured in the UK by expert craftsmen.
-   Printed on 260 GSM 100% polyester, which is much stronger and longer lasting than paper or plastic material.
-   Standard 38mm (1.5inch) pine wood frame on all our canvases.
-   Stapled and taped on the back to create a clean and seamless finish allowing the canvas to reset perfectly on the wall.
-   All our canvases come with metal hangers attached ready to hang.

Bleed options explained __

CLONED ON SIDES

We take about 1.5" [38mm] of the edge of the picture and duplicate it on the side of the canvas so that none of the frontal image is lost and creates a slight 3D effect. Also known as "mirrored" on the sides.

WRAPPED ON SIDES

The entire image is stretched over the entire canvas. Meaning that the sides of the image will be on the side of the canvas. This gives the image a "flow" to it, however part of all 4 sides will be off the sides and can be "lost" depending on where the canvas is placed.

WHITE SIDES

We print the image on the front of the canvas, and add 1” [25mm] of white around the sides.

BLACK SIDES

We print the image on the front of the canvas, and add 1” [25mm] of black around the sides.

about our Framed Mounted Print

Showroom quality and exceptional finishing that will enhance your living space, so that you can enjoy luxury art at an affordable price.

Printed on Epson 189gsm paper. This bright white paper is perfect for images and your art. The paper highly saturates images, while maintaining excellent highlight and shadow detail. The image is encased in a framework that is 30mm wide and 13mm deep.

Photo4me uses "Polcore Frames" which are made from 100% high quality recycled material, but then given a wooden finish as described above.

NOTE: DUE TO THE BESPOKE NATURE AND NATURAL CUTTING AND FITTING OF THE PICTURE, MOUNT AND FRAME, THERE MAY BE A SMALL DISCREPANCY BETWEEN THE TOTAL PRODUCT DIMENSIONS STATED AND THE PRODUCT YOU RECEIVE.

Additional details __

Our Framed Mounted Prints can come in five different coloured frames:

-   Black brushed finish.
-   Natural wood colour, smooth woodgrain finish (Oak coloured).
-   Teak "antique" smooth woodgrain finish.
-   White brushed finish.
-   Grey woodgrain finish.

STANDARD FITTING

When the order is near completion, we professionally tape the mount and picture into the frame. This however can cause the image to become wavy overtime due to gravity or atmospheric changes in temperature.

DRY-MOUNTING

This is the process where your printed photo is irreversibly bonded to a stiff, flat board using heat and a vacuum environment to ensure your print is perfectly flat and stays flat. No risk of ever 'rippling' where the print develops a 'wavy' surface due to atmospheric changes in temperature and moisture.

about our Framed Print

A modern mount-free framed option made to order.

The image is encased in a framework that is 30mm wide and 13mm deep. Like the framed mounted prints, the frames are available in a choice of five different coloured frames.

-   Black brushed finish.
-   Natural wood colour, smooth woodgrain finish (Oak coloured).
-   Teak "antique" smooth woodgrain finish.
-   White brushed finish.
-   Grey woodgrain finish.

Photo4me uses "Polcore Frames" which are made from 100% high quality recycled material, but then given a wooden finish as described above.

Additional details __

The frames comes with acrylic glazing which is crystal clear to the eye and gives a glasslike finish but stronger enabling it to survive transportation and shipping without any issues or problems.

The reverse of the frame will have a reenforced string attached to hang your frame on the wall and holding brackets for the larger sizes.

STANDARD FITTING

When the order is near completion, we professionally tape the mount and picture into the frame. This however can cause the image to become wavy overtime due to gravity or atmospheric changes in temperature.

DRY-MOUNTING

This is the process where your printed photo is irreversibly bonded to a stiff, flat board using heat and a vacuum environment to ensure your print is perfectly flat and stays flat. No risk of ever 'rippling' where the print develops a 'wavy' surface due to atmospheric changes in temperature and moisture.

about our Acrylic

An image you will say "wow" to every time you or someone walks into the room. A very classy & modern looking finish that will enhance the style of your living space.

These stunning acrylic prints are created by laser printing your photo onto diamond cut acrylic which is 10mm thick. The acrylic glass has polished edges giving them perfect clarity; this creates movement within the frame allowing light to be captured through the acrylic.

__ WE RECOMMEND ACRYLICS HAVE A WHITE LAYER ON THE BACKGROUND, SO THAT THEY CAN BE HUNG ON ANY WALL.

Additional details __

The acrylic comes with wall, spacers, caps and instructions. The acrylic gives the impression the image is floating from the wall.

The acrylic is a wonderful piece to add to any residence, business or gift. With good care, acrylics can last for 100 years or more!.

The frames comes with acrylic glazing which is crystal clear to the eye and gives a glasslike finish but stronger enabling it to survive transportation and shipping without any issues or problems.

The reverse of the frame will have a reenforced string attached to hang your frame on the wall and holding brackets for the larger sizes.

-   Thick 10 mm diamond cut acrylic.
-   Beautiful clarity, gives the impression the image is floating on the wall.
-   Can be mounted indoors or outdoors.
-   Included with the Acrylic: spacers, caps, instructions.
-   The Acrylic total depth is 40mm. Broken down:
    Spacer is 25mm, Acrylic is 10mm and the caps are 5mm.

about our Print

A flexible option for those wishing to frame their chosen image separately upon delivery. High-quality HP inks are used to represent your chosen image on professional high-grade 270 GSM glossy photographic paper. Your unframed print will be delivered in a wide reinforced tube.

ALL PRINTS COME WITH A 10MM WHITE BORDER.

__ PLEASE NOTE YOU ARE PURCHASING A PRINT ALONE. YOU WILL NEED TO PURCHASE A FRAME SEPARATELY. IF YOU ARE LOOKING FOR A FRAMED PRINT PLEASE SELECT 'FRAMED PRINT' OR 'FRAMED MOUNTED PRINT' FROM THE OPTIONS ABOVE.

question: What does the ad say about the canvas they use and framing prints?

answer: They use canvas manufactured in the UK by expert craftsmen, and their canvas come with metal hangers attached ready to hang. They print the image on the front of the canvas and add 1” of white around the sides. Their Framed Mounted Prints can come in five different colored frames.

question: What does the ad say about acrylics?

answer: The frames come with acrylic glazing. Acrylic prints are created by laser printing a photo onto diamond cut acrylic which is 10mm thick. The acrylic glass has polished edges giving them perfect clarity. The acrylic comes with a wall, spacers, caps, and instructions.

question: What does the ad say about the price of their prints?