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Gentle hands stroke my back. I’m enveloped in a warm embrace by the person whom I love most in the world. I’m so happy just being here with them, so happy it almost hurts. I love them so much. I place a gentle kiss on their cheek which is with returned with equal tenderness. I can feel myself being pulled closer to them and although no words are being said, we know exactly what the other is thinking. Pure bliss is what best describes what I feel at this instant; nothing else seems to matter or even exist when I’m with them. This moment would be absolutely perfect…if only they loved me back.

All the times that have been shared, all the laughs that have been had, all the tears that have been shed, it’s hard to remember a time they weren’t there living life alongside me. Loyalty knows no bounds when it concerns us; the other is always ready to do anything that is requested of them. We cherish each other immensely and we are absolutely inseparable. If someone who didn’t know us took a quick glance at us, they would assume we’re lovers. How I desperately wish that were true. I know I should be happy with what I have, but human nature almost never allows one to be satisfied.

I look up at them to find a small smile playing upon their lips, their eyes half closed and looking relaxed as ever. I can feel the blood rushing to my cheeks which they were able to see as well, causing them to laugh quietly. Ever so softly I press my lips to theirs, enjoying the sensation of them mirroring my actions. “I love you,” I whisper by their ear knowing that no matter what their reply is, it will not have the same meaning as that which I desire. I move closer still to them, and gently wrap my arms around them. They’ll probably fall asleep soon while I lie next to them thinking about tomorrow and what it may bring. Tomorrow, we’ll have more fun than today. Tomorrow, more memories will be made. Tomorrow will be the day they love me back. I slowly doze off with these thoughts floating around in my head but I know deep down that the thing I want most for tomorrow will probably never happen.

title: just something that came to mind

question: How does the narrator feel with this person?

answer: The narrator feels pure bliss with this person.

question: What does the narrator hope for?

answer: The narrator hopes that the other person may love them back.

question: How does the other person feel with the narrator?

answer: The other person has love for the narrator, but not in the same way that the narrator feels.

question: Describe a major theme of this passage.

answer: A major theme of this passage is unrequited love.

question: Write a ~5 sentence summary.

answer: The narrator embraces the other person, feeling pure bliss. They love this person but doesn't think that the feelings are mutual. They have spent so much time together that others might think they are lovers. They kiss and the narrator says "I love you." The narrator hopes that one day their feelings might be reciprocated.


split: train

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I woke up to the ranting of an angry lady outside the streets. I gazed upon the clock as the sunlight dazed my face. It’s 9:53. I am late for work. I quickly prepared myself, skipping breakfast. I hurried outside to call a cab. Strangely, there was none. I overheard the radio from a store on the other side of the road. There was a strike. It answered my questions about why there no cabs passing by. ***Everything’s seemed familiar.*** I went to grab my bicycle and rode my way to work. On my way to work, I tried to recall the dream I had last night. It was like any other day. I got late, there was a strike, and I rode my bicycle to work. Though, I can’t seem to remember the rest of it. Things start to get hazy. I had a feeling that my phone would ring. I took my phone from my pocket and it did.  It was from my girlfriend. She said she was breaking up with me. Somehow, I was not surprised. I got mean to her last night. I’ve seen this coming, but I was still hoping it won’t. As I arrived to work, my boss was waiting for me by my cubicle. He shouted and scolded at me for being late again. He said he’ll be decreasing my pay. *Again.* This happened yesterday too. I suddenly felt monotonous.

I finished my work late. It’s 12:28 pm now. I was getting ready to leave the office and head back home. I went to the area where I parked my bicycle. It was gone. I forgot to chain the bicycle by the post. There are still no cabs to ride till now. I had no choice. I decided to walk back home. As I was near my neighborhood, I stared on the dark alley. I had a sudden feeling that something bad is going to happen, but I ignored it and insisted on walking. There were three guys looking at me. Two of which holding a knife, the other one smoking a cigarette. They started to head toward me. I felt a cold drop of sweat run through my face. I can hear my heart pumping so fast. I began to run. Sadly, the guy smoking a cigarette has a gun. He shot my leg. The pain was intense. I fall to the hard cold concrete of the street. I start to panic. I can hear their footsteps getting louder as they walk towards me. “You can’t run away from us kid.”, one of them said. They searched for anything valuable from my pockets. They took my phone and wallet and left. I lay down for minutes, still shocked. As I regain my senses, I tried to stand up and walked to my apartment. I noticed something odd. The door was already unlocked. I felt uneasy as I opened the door slowly. Everything’s a mess. The Furniture were scattered everywhere. Closets and wardrobes all opened. I got robbed. I sat down and took a glass of beer. I remembered my dream. *No, it wasn’t a dream. It was a memory*. A sudden burst of memories blew onto me. As if I was experiencing a déjà vu. I’ve been living in this hell for long. Everything’s still the same. I finally gave up. I stood up and decided what to do. I stared at the starry night sky as the cold wind brush through my face. This should stop everything. I looked down to the streets, closed my eyes, and felt the wind rush through my face as my body falls down. I heard a crack and a loud ringing came after. It was painful. I can feel the cold fluid flowing out of my body. I tried to open my eyes. I could still see the peaceful sky. I lost consciousness slowly. Everything is cold. This should do.

*I woke up to the ranting of an angry lady outside the streets.*

title: Again?

question: Summarize everything negative that happens to the narrator.

answer: He is late for work. On the way to work, his girlfriend texts and says she is breaking up with him. When he gets to work, his boss scolds him for being late and says he'll be decreasing the narrator's pay. When he leaves work, his bicycle has been stolen. Three guys jump him in the alley on his way home, one of them shooting the narrator in the leg. They steal his phone and wallet. When he gets home, he finds that his apartment has been robbed.

question: What does the story say about the type of person the narrator is?

answer: He is repeatedly late for work. He was mean to his girlfriend the previous night and isn't surprised that she breaks up with him. He also forgets to chain his bicucle to the post.

question: Summarize the twist at the end of the story.

answer: The narrator realizes they are living through the same events of their dream. They decide that the only way out is to kill themselves, so they jump out of their window. They wake up to the ranting of an angry lady outside the streets, just as they did at the beginning of the story.

question: What does the story say about the reason the narrator is reliving the same day over and over?


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Footsteps aren’t an uncommon thing to hear when you’re sitting in a basement, so I think nothing of it when I hear quiet thuds coming from my upstairs hallway. I just assume it’s my brother, and continue doing whatever pointless little thing I was doing at the time. They go on for another couple minutes, and I’m starting to get pissed off. They keep getting louder and louder and I sigh, wondering what the hell my brother’s doing this late at night. I sit there, because it’s impossible to focus with the racket. I mean, it sounds like someone’s power walking all over my main floor.

I sit there and listen as the thumps get faster and wilder. They just keep moving, almost starting to form a rhythm. They move even faster and get even wilder and they’re thumping all over my main floor. I realize that whatever this is, it can’t be human. No human can move like that.

“What the fuck?!” I finally yell. After that, all the noises stop. Everything is quiet for a moment, and then I hear calm, slow footsteps moving to my basement door. The door is pushed open, and the footsteps stop again. I listen to my breathing for the next three minutes, then sigh, thinking it’s over. Turns out something else was listening, too. Suddenly I hear it thudding down the stairs, and I knock my chair over in my haste to stand up. I start to run towards the nearest closet, just in time to see a grotesque, hairless, four-legged creature, dancing towards me, tapping it’s swollen feet in an intoxicating rhythm. I dive into the closet and slam the door shut. There’s a half-second pause and then I hear that same rhythm on the door.

It just keeps going and going with no pause, no rests, no relief. He’s been at it for hours now, and I find myself tapping my fingers along with his song. But then, just as suddenly as it began, it ends. I wait for a few moments, then look out. He’s gone. I flip on a light and fall into a chair. It’s safe. I relax and think for a few moments. But then I notice my foot tapping. Maybe this song isn’t so bad, I almost like it enough to dance to it. So I drop down on my hands and feet, and I start.

THE END

WRITTEN BY SMILES (IF YOU HAVE A LINK FOR THE AUTHOR, PLEASE EMAIL ME)

question: Was the four-legged hairless noisy creature a dog

answer: That information is not known.

question: How did the narrator know the sound coming from the staircase hallway could not be human

answer: The thumping got louder and wilder and didn't sound like a noise a human could make.

question: Why didn't the narrator scream for help when the grotesque creature approached

answer: That information is not known.

question: Why did the narrator feel comfortable enough to tap along to the creature's rhythm?

answer: The narrator seemed to like the sound of the noise the creature made because it was catchy.

question: Is the narrator a male or female?

answer: That information is not known.

question: Where was the narrator's brother when this was happening?

answer: Somewhere in the house.

question: What was the narrator doing in the basement all alone?

answer: That information is not known.

question: Write a ~6 sentence summary.

answer: The narrator (sex not known) is in the basement engaging in something baseless and hears a loud, rhythmic, inhuman sound from the staircase hallway. At first, thinking it's his/her brother, the narrator calls out to the noise in annoyance, and it stops briefly. Shortly after, the basement door opens, and an ugly hairless four-legged creature bounds towards the narrator, sending him/her into the closet. The loud rhythmic noise continues on the closet door, and the narrator taps along. Hours later, the creature leaves. The narrator finds the rhythmic sound of the creature quite catchy and gets down on his/her hands and knees to dance.


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MANHAR MODI (15 April 1937 – 23 February 2003) was a Gujarati poet from Gujarat, India. Born and educated in Ahmedabad, he taught Gujarati at various colleges and edited several magazines. He was experimental in his poetry.

Life

Modi was born on 15 April 1937 in Ahmedabad. He completed his school education in Ahmedabad. He completed BA in Economics and Arithmetic in 1962. He also completed BA in Gujarati and Sanskrit in 1964 and MA in the same subjects in 1966 from Gujarat University.[1][2][3]

He had joined various profession during his student life. He worked as a textile design salesman from 1956 to 1958. He also served as a senior clerk in Western Railway from 1958 to 1966. He briefly served as a professor of Gujarati in Bhavan's College, Dakor in 1966. He later joined Bhakta Vallabh Dhola Arts and Commerce College, Ahmedabad as a professor of Gujarati and served till retirement. He served as an Editor-in-charge of _Nirikshak_ magazine for eight years. He also served as the editor of _Udgar_, a magazine owned by R. R. Sheth Co. He later founded publication house, Rannade Prakashan and started a family magazine, _Olakh_ and served as its editor for sixteen years. He headed Gujarati Adhyapak Sangh for some years and edited its yearly, _Adheet_. He briefly edited _Parab_, a monthly of Gujarati Sahitya Parishad. He was the president of Asait Sahitya Sabha and the vice-president of Gujarati Sahitya Parishad.[4][5][6]

He died on 23 February 2003.[7]

Works

He was associated with Re Math, a modernist literary movement of Gujarati literature from his early days. He was experimental in his poetry.[8][9][10]

_Akruti_ (1963) is his first collection of poems followed by _Om Tat Sat_ (1967) which has experimental poetry in which takes poetry to extreme of meaninglessness.[11] _11 Dariya_ (1986) is his collection of ghazals. _Manhar ane Modi_ is his second ghazal collection. His other poetry collections are _Hasumati ane Bija_ (1987), _Ek Vadhrani Kshan_ (1993), _Shrimukh Tadako ane Manhariyat_.[12][13][14]

He edited _Gazal Usine Chhedi_ (1974) with other Re Math poets. He co-edited poetry with Adil Mansuri and Chinu Modi in _Gami Te Gazal_ (1976). He also co-edited _Suresh Joshi: Mulyankan_, _Gadyanu Kalaswarup_, _Adhit_ (2010-11-12), _Vivechanna Abhigamao_ and _Gujaratina Adhyapakono Mahiti Kosh_ (1988).[15][16]

Awards

He was awarded prizes by Gujarati Sahitya Parishad and Gujarati Sahitya Akademi for _11 Dariya_. He also received prize of Gujarati Sahitya Akademi and Kalapi Award for _Ek Vadharani Kshan_ in 2002. He was awarded Dhanji Kanji Gandhi Suvarna Chandrak in 1998.[17][18]

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title: Manhar Modi

question: What is Re Math?

answer: a modernist literary movement of Gujarati literature

question: Who was Manhar Modi?

answer: a Gujarati poet

question: What is the first collection of poetry by Manihar Modi?

answer: Akruti

question: Where did Manhar Modi complete his MA?

answer: Gujarat University

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: Manhar Modi was a Gujarati poet from Gujarat, India.


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Only three weeks ago the widow was confident she was finally putting her painful past behind her. In the space of three days she had sold her house on Cyprus, the island where the couple ran a popular scuba-diving business, located to a new home in the UK and found a job.

“I was set on moving on after Gary died last year and had everything in motion when overnight my world was turned upside down again,” said the mother-of-two from Welling, Kent.

“Suddenly I was caught up in this nightmare scenario that has befallen Cyprus with the funds from the sale of my house frozen as a result of capital controls because of the crisis.”

The £155,000 proceeds from the sale of her villa in Paralimni, near Ayia Napa, hit her account two hours before close of business on March 15. The next day, EU officials announced that to qualify for a bailout the bankrupt island must enforce draconian measures, including an unprecedented tax on depositors with more than 100,000 euros (£85,000).

Sharon’s two accounts at the Bank of Cyprus, one set up especially for the transaction, were immediately frozen. The 55-year-old, who fears she could lose £42,000, said: “On the same day that the money went into the bank I sent an e-mail. In it I instructed them to transfer the funds, some of which were in euros and some in sterling, to the UK but on Saturday morning the news broke that Cypriot banks were in major financial difficulty.”

Ever since, office manager Sharon, who moved back to Britain in February and was due last week to buy a three-bedroom semi in Kent, has been battling to get the money released. In a cruel twist, the sale was meant to have been completed a week earlier.

“A document was missing from the necessary paperwork that prevented the deal from being closed,” she said.

“Had the transaction gone through as originally planned, the funds would now be in my British bank account.” Sharon has written to “everyone who is anyone” including Prime Minister David Cameron and German chancellor Angela Merkel,  started a Facebook campaign and bombarded her bank with e-mails.

The battle has left her distraught. “It’s a struggle to get up every morning. The whole scenario makes me feel physically ill. I asked my representative at the Bank of Cyprus to put forward my appeal to the Central Bank and in turn they asked for the contract of sale and solicitors’ details.

“This week the Central Bank committee declined the request. I was also told that I cannot transfer any funds from my accounts to the UK.”

Sharon, who has five grandchildren and whose son still lives in Cyprus, has been forced to cash in her private pension schemes to make ends meet. Unable to put down a deposit on the house she had hoped to buy in East Malling, she has been forced to renege on the deal.

“If it was not for the goodness of my sister and other family members I would be homeless. This is money my husband and I accumulated and worked for our whole lives.”

question: WHo is Sharon?

answer: A widowed expatriate who was living in Cyprus. Sharon had money in Cypriot banks that due to the islands economic failures had been frozen, leaving Sharon unable to start her new life in the UK.

question: How much money did Sharon stand to lose?

answer: 42,000 GBP.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: Sharon, a widowed grandmother of five wanted to move back to the UK from Cyprus, but due to the fallout from the bankruptcy of Cyprus, and the EU asking the Cypriot government to initiate draconian sanctions.


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”Keep moving,” Melnik said silently, ”the station is just some minutes away!”. The four men kept moving through the dark metro tunnel, walking silently over the dead beasts they had just shot. “Where had they come from?” Oleg said nervously, “this tunnel is supposed to be safe!”, “Stay silent! You know how good they can hear!” Arytom answered. The beasts were as big as dogs, looking like some kind of rats without any hair. With no eyes and sharp teeth, these rats used their ears and nose to track down their prey. The only light in the tunnel came from the flashlights they had taped on the sides of their AK-47s, the light was weak and only lit up a small path ahead. Anything could hide beyond that light, or behind them.

After some minutes Anton said “I think we are safe now, if it was anymore of them they would have shown some sign by now”. “Yeah, maybe you are right” Arytom answered. Then they heard it, steps behind them. They turned around quickly, guns ready, pointing into the darkness. “Who`s there? Show yourself!” Melnik said. More steps joined the first, then more, and then the steps turned into running. “Run! They are too many!” Melnik said, firing some shots blindly in the direction of the running. An inhuman shriek where heard, he had hit something. They started to run, hoping the station was not far away. Rats could run faster than humans, everyone knew that. They were closing in, every second they came closer. Melnik could almost hear they breathing, it was terrifying. Nobody will ever know what happened to them, their bodies would be dragged into the smaller side tunnels, where no sane human ventures. Then, in the distance, they could see some light. A red and weak emergency light over a huge metal gate with no opening, blocking the entire metro tunnel. “There it is! Open up! We are humans! Open!” Oleg screamed, and then they reached the gate. Oleg started to knock like a madman on the gate, “open god damn it! We are humans! Open!”. The other three men turned around and started to fire into the darkness, the beasts started to scream, furiously. “Maybe they are not there? Maybe they have left the station?” Oleg said, “Shut up and start to fire!” Melnik said. He turned around and joined the other men, “They are closing!”. The gate made a loud noise and then started to swing slowly inwards. “Get inside!” Melnik shouted, the men threw them self inside while the gate started to close again. You could just see some of the rats coming into the light before the gate slammed shut. The rats slammed into the gate, screaming like monsters before eventually turning silent and disappearing into the darkness once more.

“Welcome to Smolenskya!” one of the gate guards said with a huge smile, “the greatest station is Moscow!”, “Fuck you” Anton answered back laughing.

title: The Metro

question: Who or what is chasing them?

answer: They're being chased by rat-like creatures that are as big as dogs.

question: Where are they?

answer: They are in the underground Metro tunnels near Smolenskya station in Moscow.

question: What kind of station? A train station?

answer: Smolenskya station in the underground Metro tunnels.

question: Why are the men armed? Are they soldiers or hunters?

answer: It doesn't say exactly, but they could be soldiers or survivors of some kind.

question: Write a ~9 sentence summary.

answer:
Melnik, Anton, Oleg, and Arytom are in the dark Metro tunnels in Moscow, trying to reach the next station after killing several rat-like creatures as big as dogs, with no eyes, sharp teeth, and has excellent hearing.
Oleg asks where the creatures came from because the tunnel they're in is supposed to be safe, but Arytom tells him to be quiet because beasts might hear them.
After a few minutes, the men think they're safe and start talking, but soon hear steps behind them that quickly turn into running.
The rat-like beasts are too many, so the men run like hell to the next station and see a weak and red emergency light in the distance.
Knowing it's the tunnel, they head for it and Oleg bangs on the gates like a madman. The beasts are closing in, and the three other men start shooting at the darkness.
The gate of the tunnel slowly opens and the four men throw themselves inside while the gate starts to close again. The rat-like creatures slam into the gate and scream like monsters before disappearing into the night.
With a smile, one of the gate guards welcomes them to Smolenskya station, and they all laugh.


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The timer for the food began to beep. Emma was preparing dinner for the soon to be arriving Kindle. I had to make my move soon. Kindle, should have found my useless clue by now and should be making the drive back home. As I climbed the stairs I heard Emma running towards the television. I cracked the door to get a better look at the situation at hand. Emma was looking under the couch cushions, under the dining table, through the ruffles of papers on the coffee table. Sweat started to form on my palms. Had I been had? It must’ve been the loud thump. She was looking for a gun. I opened the door and started walking towards her. She found was she was looking for: The Remote. I slid into the velvet curtain awaiting her next move. She pushed the volume on the remote and turned the television up.

“This is too easy,” I chuckled

She had been watching a popular television singing show and her favorite guy had just come on. He was singing my anthem; Mad World by Gary Jules.

“All around me are familiar faces…,” the words echoed throughout the house. I came out from the curtains and Emma let out a scream. I loved it when they screamed. I tackled her to the ground and covered her mouth with a towel filled with Ethanol. “Their tears are filling up their glasses...No expression, no expression…” she was passed out and the best part was coming. I stood up and went to grab a dark sheet from the linen closet. This was bound to get messy, and I didn’t want to ruin their white carpet. With my knife in hand, I went back towards Emma. The dog was on her know growling fiercely towards me. German Sheppard’s are ferocious dogs, luckily I had prepared for this. As the dog lunged towards me I side-stepped and stabbed it in the neck. “Hide my head I want drown my sorrow…” The blood from the dog splattered on the white carpet. I knew I had very little time left, therefore I didn’t bother cleaning out the blood. I laid the sheet down and placed Emma on top of it. I drew the lines which I was going to cut with a marker. I was all set up. My hand went up into the air. The door swung wide open and Kindle was there with a gun pointed at my head. “Look right through me, Look right through me…”

“You’re surrounded Jason,” he said “Just put down the knife and everything will be alright Jason,”

He made a promise a person of my intelligence knew he wouldn’t be able to fulfill. He was ruining my puzzle. I glanced into Kindles eyes and smiled. The knife came down and Emma’s blood splattered all over my face. Kindle’s face grew fierce as he pulled the trigger. Over and over the sound of bullets firing rang throughout the house. One hit my arm the others landed in various places throughout my back. The pain of smoldering metal melting through your skin is unfathomable. I fell over on my back as Kindle rushed to the aid of his wife. She was gone, my cut had been fatal. There I lay disappointed that my puzzle didn’t go as planned. “I find it kind of funny; I find it kind of sad the dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had…”

The bus had come to a stop and the puddle of blood coming from my nose had grew from a small circle to a decent size pond. It didn’t matter how much blood I lost though. Soon enough, it would be meaningless. The guards carried me onto the stretcher that was being used to put me to rest. There I lay on the stretcher, reminiscing about all of my puzzles that would be left unsolved. They wheeled me into the observations room. I figured there would quite a crowd to see my death.

“How many people are here,” I asked Kindle

“Enough to see you burn in hell,” he said

“But, I’ve been saved, I have found Christ,” I said returning the same mocking smile he had given me earlier. I knew he was a Christian and deathbed repentance was a common practice they believed in.

“I’m glad those are going to be you’re last words,” he said as he stuffed a white rag into my mouth. A blindfold was then put to cover my eyes. I didn’t understand. I knew I was being sentenced to death, but I was being put to death by lethal injection. They stretchered me into a room and then sat me upright. Something was not right; I had to figure this out. They unstrapped me from the stretcher and strapped me into a wooden chair.

“Everyone out,” Kindle said.

The anticipation was overcoming me I had to figure this last puzzle out. I heard the door close and lock. I was left alone. I couldn’t understand what was happening. The aroma of the room slowly started to change. Pipes started to hiss and valves were being released. I started to kick and scream, I didn’t want it to end this way. I had figured out the last puzzle. I was sentenced to death; death by gas chamber.

title: The Puzzler Part 2

question: Summarize the acts of violence committed by Jason.

answer: Jason tackles Emma to the ground and covers her mouth with a towel doused in Ethanol. He then stabs the dog in the neck. Finally, he stabs Emma, killing her.

question: Summarize Kindle's actions in the story.

answer: Kindle follows Jason's misleading clue, and returns home afterwards. When he returns home, he finds Jason murdering his wife and shoots Jason. He then rushes to the aid of his wife. He accompanies Jason as he's taken to the observation room and is glad to hear Jason claims to have found Christ. He then gags and blindfolds Jason and orders everyone out of the room. He then has Jason killed via gas chamber.

question: Summarize everything relating to Jason's motivation for killing Emma.

question: Summarize the deaths that occur over the course of the story.

answer: Jason kills Emma's dog by stabbing it in the neck. He then kills Emma by stabbing her. Finally, Jason himself is sentenced to death by gas chamber.


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Is this the most vile reality show stunt yet? US Fear Factor  contestants served glasses of donkey semen (with a urine chaser)

A US television is set to win the prize for the vilest game show stunt yet.

Fear Factor has filmed a segment in which contestants of the NBC show are challenged with drink a mug of 'donkey semen' - with a chaser of urine for good measure.

The stomach churning segment was apparently filmed last summer and is expected to air next week.

[Too vile? Blonde twins compete in electrocution task in an episode of Fear Factor, which will also shows contestants facing the challenge of drinking a mug of donkey semen]

Too vile? Blonde twins compete in electrocution task in an episode of Fear Factor, which will also shows contestants facing the challenge of drinking a mug of donkey semen

Show executives had had their reservations and there was plenty of controversy behind the scenes.

Host Joe Rogan hinted about the stunt in an interview with America's Entertainment Weekly some weeks ago.

'The one I want to give you, I can’t,' Rogan said, when asked what was the grossest challenge that was shot for this season.

'They’re not even sure if they’re going to air it. It’s so over the top and ridiculous. When they told me, I really though they were joking at first. I don’t know where the debate is, but NBC is not sure if they’re going to air it.'

The challenge required teams of twins to drink a full glass of donkey semen - with a glass of urine thrown in for good measure.

[Back in the day: The stunt is similar in nature to the eating trials on I'm A Celebrity. Here, Paul Burrell is seen eating a kangaroo testicle on the show in 2004]

Back in the day: The stunt is similar in nature to the eating trials on I'm A Celebrity. Here, Paul Burrell is seen eating a kangaroo testicle on the show in 2004

Contestants had to drain both glasses in order to qualify for the next round.

And the episode, which will be aired on Monday, will reportedly see several contestants completing the questionable challenge.

It is unclear whether the ingestion of such liquids pose any health risk to the contestants.

The American sports stunt/reality game show is produced by Endemol USA, and sees hopefuls compete for a grand prize of $50,000.

The original Dutch version was called Now or Neverland.

The stunt is similar in nature to those on British reality show I'm A Celebrity... Get Me Out Of Here!.

On the ITV programme, contestants have to eat a variety of disgusting animal parts such as testicles and eyeballs in a bid to win meals for the rest of the camp.

NBC has not yet commented on the Fear Factor stunt.

question: What may have been the reason behind the delay in airing the episode?

answer: It may be implied that due to the nature of the task being questionable and rather disgusting, NBC may have delayed airing the episode.

question: Why was such a task chosen to be a part of the show?

answer: It may be implied that the nature of the show is to make the contestants perform such stunts.

question: Did anyone qualify for the next round?

answer: This information can't be found.

question: What other task could have been assigned to the contestants?

answer: It may be implied that a task such as the one on a show of similar nature, I'm A Celebrity, could have been assigned - eating a variety of animal parts.

question: Is the task contentious in nature?

answer: It may be implied that the task is contentious in nature, although the show is known for such questionable tasks, this task may have crossed a certain line. It is also worth noting that the show had not taken into consideration the possible health effects of ingesting these liquids, which is quite concerning.

question: What is the purpose of such shows?

answer: This information can't be found.

question: Have there previously been any controversies regarding the nature of these tasks?

answer: This information can't be found.


text: fiffly the rabbit is a rabbit. Despite the name, fiffly is an it, not a he, not a she, an it. Fiffly has always been a rabbit and wasnt concerned with the little if's of life. Even if it hadnt been a rabbit at some point in time, had it been a diabetic czar or a pernicious algae or a distant wave of sound brought on by foggy oscillations in the retrograde orbit of neptune it was now a rabbit and it couldnt be bothered to consider its past exploits. Fiffly woke up at sunrise and fell asleep at sunset and inbetween these two occurences it did exactly what a rabbit does on any given day. Fiffly hopped and forraged for leafy greens (didnt care much for carrots, unaware of the cliche) and avoided a fox or two. It didnt know why it didnt like the fox, its negative association vaguely and tangentially related to a cloudy afternoon some inexplicable number of months ago where a sibling fiffly may or may not have had was possibly devoured by a presence with a similar smell. However, fiffly had been rather unsure of the family for quite some time. Siblings came and went. Biffly chiffly niffly all of these names are arbitrary as fiffly never fully gripped on to the existence of any of them. We humans have the expression "fuck like rabbits" because we are aware of the procreative tendencies of rabbits and their willingness to treat offspring like an amateur photographer treats digital photographs, but fiffly didnt know and didnt care. When fiffly hopped down to the lake it saw grass, it saw water and it saw sky. The concept of profundity was lost on fiffly. A great mind with an overinflated human ego can look out towards a lake and contemplate the vast calmness of an empty universe. A great mind could be inspired and awed by a lake but fiffly was not a great mind. Fiffly was a rabbit.

title: Fiffly the Rabbit

question: How many siblings does Fiffly have?

answer: At least three. It is implied there were many more

question: What does Fiffly want?

answer: To hop, forage for leafy greens, and avoid foxes

question: Why has Fiffly encountered the fox?

answer: Fiffly doesn't encounter a fox

question: Where does the story take place?

answer: Near a lake

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: Fiffly is a rabbit who hops and forages near a lake, avoiding foxes. It is unaware of the scale of the world around it, and it doesn't feel awe or profundity toward the world because it is just a rabbit.


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ROUTE NATIONALE 34 or RN 34 is a 93km long French route nationale linking Porte de Vincennes in Paris with Esternay, Marne.

Before the 1950s, this route also included a stretch of Esternay to Vitry-le-François, which now part of the Route nationale 4.

title: Route nationale 34

question: What is Route Nationale 34?

answer: a 93km long French route nationale linking Porte de Vincennes in Paris with Esternay, Marne

question: How is Route Nationale initialized?

answer: RN

question: Where is Porte de Vincennes?

answer: Paris, France

question: Where is Esternay, Marne?

answer: the article does not answer this question

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: Route Nationale 34 is a 93km long French route nationale linking Porte de Vincennes in Paris with Esternay, Marne.


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DAVID HAMILTON (31 January 1882 – 25 January 1950) was a Scottish footballer who played as an outside left (winger). He played for Celtic for ten years between 1902 and 1912.

Career

Club

Born in Glasgow, Hamilton played for junior side Cambuslang Hibernian as a teenager. He was selected for the Scotland Junior international team, alongside future Celtic teammate Alec Bennett.[1][2] Having attracted the attention of Celtic with a hat-trick in a Junior test against Ireland played at their ground in March 1902,[3] Hamilton was soon signed by the _Hoops_ and within a few weeks was selected for the British League Cup final against Rangers which Celtic won.[4][5] He spent part of that season on loan at Clyde then Ayr.[6]

Hamilton secured his place in the Celtic team for the following season and appeared regularly over the next decade. He established a reputation as a wide man with great pace and dribbling skills, which earned him the nickname 'the Dancer'. He was part of a successful forward line which won six consecutive Scottish League titles between 1904–05 and 1909–10 to establish Celtic as a national force – their manager Willie Maley commented _“The Bennett, McMenemy, Quinn, Somers and Hamilton forward line was a treat to watch in their sinuous movement and deadly attacks”_. In 1905, it was Hamilton who scored the winning goal in a unique playoff match against Rangers to determine the champions.[7][8]

[1908 Celtic team photo with the Glasgow Merchants Charity Cup, Scottish Cup and Glasgow Cup trophies; Hamilton is bottom row, extreme left] The 1907–08 season was particularly eventful for Hamilton. In the October he was suspended for two months for using 'obscene and threatening language' towards the referee during the Glasgow Cup Final against Rangers, with the remark believed to be _“I wish I had a revolver!”_.[9] He missed the replay of that final but returned in time for the Old Firm derby on New Year's Day and scored the opening goal (one of a total of 10 strikes against Rangers). Celtic finished as league champions, secured the Scottish Cup – with Hamilton scoring in the 5–1 win over St Mirren – and finalised a clean sweep of trophies available by winning the Glasgow Merchants Charity Cup.

In total, Hamilton played 259 League and Scottish Cup matches for Celtic and scored 62 goals.[10] His popularity is indicated by the fact a _brake club_ (an early form of supporters club who travelled by wagon) from the Gorbals area had his portrait displayed on their banner.

In 1912 Hamilton left Celtic and joined Dundee[11] where he spent one year; he thereafter played for Bathgate (Central Football League) but retired in 1914.[12]

International

Despite his success at club level Hamilton never appeared for the Scotland national football team, but was selected for one Scottish Football League XI fixture against Ireland in 1903.[13]

Later life and legacy

Hamilton suffered a family tragedy just as his sporting career was ending when his wife Mary-Ann died from tuberculosis in 1915 (aged 33), leaving him to bring up their five children alone. He died in Glasgow in 1950.[14]

In 2011 a Celtic delegation including descendants of Hamilton and club representatives Jim Craig and Bobby Lennox attended Dalbeth Cemetery in the East End of Glasgow to mark his grave with a tributary headstone.[15]

Honours

-   Scottish League (6): 1904–05, 1905–06, 1906–07, 1907–08, 1908–09, 1909–10[16]
-   Scottish Cup: 1903–04,[17] 1907–08, 1910–11[18][19]
    -   Finalist: 1908–09
-   Glasgow Cup: 1904–05, 1905–06, 1906–07, 1907–08, 1909–10[20]
-   British League Cup: 1902

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title: Davie Hamilton

question: When was Hamilton born?

answer: January 31, 1882

question: When did Hamilton retire?

answer: 1914

question: What was Hamilton's wife's name?

answer: Mary-Ann

question: How many children did Hamilton have?

answer: Five

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: David Hamilton was a Scottish footballer who played for Celtic between 1902 and 1912. He retired in 1914, and his wife Mary-Ann died a year later, leaving him to raise 5 children alone. He died in 1950.


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TUKUMS (; ; ) is a town in Latvia. Three regions of Latvia meet in the vicinity of Tukums – Vidzeme, Zemgale and Courland.

History

The historical center of Tukums developed between trade routes leading from the mouth of the Daugava River to Prussia. The oldest part is today's Talsi Street that originated at the river named Zvirgzdupite where there used to be a castle mound with a wooden castle. Since 1253 Tukums was ruled by the Livonian Order.

A masonry castle was built on the bank of the Slocene river in the end of the 13th century. The castle was surrounded by settlements of German tradesmen and craftsmen. A marketplace was formed in front of the castle and some new streets appeared later running in various directions from the marketplace.

With the development of trade in the 16th century a new straighter trade route to Prussia was built along a new street that is called Liela (large) Street today which had an important role in the life of the settlement. As a result, public buildings, major businesses, workshops and small shops were built around the street making it the unofficial high street of the area.

After the disintegration of the Livonian Order a new state, the Duchy of Courland and Semigallia was established. Like many other settlements Tukums had suffered greatly the numerous feudal wars. Under the rule of Duke Jacob (1642–1682) Tukums experienced a rapid economic boom.

At the time, a new trade route was built from Tukums to Jelgava, the capital of Duchy of Courland and Semigallia. It was opened along today's Jelgavas Street and another route towards today's Raudas Street.

Inhabited by only 800 people at that time, the first dam was built and a lake made near the road to Jelgava which was followed by a flour mill and copper-making furnace which was then exported to foreign countries.

The new adornment of Tukums were the lake and the church spire which were added to the skyline in 1687.

After 1795, Courland was incorporated into the Russian Empire. In November of the same year the Russian Tsaritsa Katherine signed a document to divide Courland into regions and to grant regional center rights to several urban settlements, Tukums being one of them. The town borders were marked in 1800 and the first urban map was made two years later.

The town continued growing as it became home to 6 pubs and 131 private houses with around 690 male and 832 female inhabitants.

In 1806, the first school was opened while the street pavement was introduced in 1860. In 1875, street lighting were started with more rapid developments of the town being observed after the opening of the Riga-Tukums railway line in 1877. It is one of the lines connecting Tukums with neighboring town Ventspils.

There were 24 known enterprises functioning in Tukums in 1897 including tanneries, wood-carding mills, glue plants, potteries, food production facilities and the two windmills which are thought to have brought out the uniqueness of the townscape. The town eventually grew along with the rapid growth and development of these industries.

The rich are known to have built their houses in the eastern part around Elizabetes, Pils and Baznicas Streets, but the workers settled more to the West, forming an area of small houses surrounded by gardens. These areas of Tukums were further developed during the year in 1935.

In the beginning of the 1930s, there were 8000 inhabitants and 73 functioning industrial enterprises in Tukums.

In 2019, the town becomes home to the second largest tire recycling plant in Latvia.[1]

Places near Tukums

The Engure parish by the city was host to the Soviet Navy Tukums air base. It was converted into a civilian airport.

Jaunpils Castle is the only fortified castle of the Order of Livonia that remains in Latvia. It was built in 1301. An exhibition hall and museum are located there on the history of the district. Jaunpils Lutheran Church which was built in 1592 is located near the castle.

Jaunmoku Palace (1901), from Tukums, surrounded by the Courlands hills, hosts an exhibition on forestry. Jaunmoku Palace is a combination of Art Nouveau elements and Neo-Gothic forms and was built as the country residence of George Armitstead, mayor of Riga (1901–12).

Durbe manor house, () rebuilt in 1820, is a classical style palace, surrounded by a landscaped park. A stone bridge across the ravine and a rotunda are located near the manor house.

The Schlokenbeck estate ensemble in Milzkalne, dating from the 15th century, is the only fortified manor house in Latvia. A museum on the history of broad building techniques and an exposition of horse gear is set up there.

In Zante region there is the highest peak of Tukums district – Smiltinkalns (153m), in the center of Zante there is a Red Army tank, evidence of the battles in “Courland Pocket” in 1944–1945.

The country of Zentene and Seme has the northern landscape of Courland – hills, curved roads, objects of nature and places of culture history.

The seashore of Tukums district has a length of , where old fishermen's huts alternate with modern villas, and sandy beaches interchange with rocky shores and meadows.

Kandava was the capital of the ancient Couronian state of Vanema. In the beginning of the 13th century, German knights built their castle there, though not much has been preserved from that time. In the Middle Ages, Kandava underwent numerous wars, fires and plague epidemics.

The Kandava hills are covered with dense forests and the Abava Rapids of the Abava River. Kandava marks the beginning of the run of the Abava Valley, which is often locally referred to as “Switzerland of Courland” in as early as the 19th century. Since January 2011, the valley has been on Latvia's Tentative World Heritage List, according to World Monuments Fund.[2]

Places in Tukums

Museums

[Durbe manor house in the 19th century.]

-   Castle Tower of Tukums – Brivibas square 19a
-   Durbe Manor house – M.Parka street 7
-   Jaunmokas Palace Museum – Jaunmokas
-   Jaunpils Museum – Jaunpils
-   Pastariņš Museum – Bisnieki, Zentene
-   Šlokenbeka Manor – Milzkalne
-   Tukums Museum – Harmonijas street 7

Notable people

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-   Ronalds Arājs, Latvian athlete
-   Kristaps Blanks, football striker, Skonto FC and Latvian national football team player
-   Ādolfs Bļodnieks, Prime Minister of Latvia from 1933 – 1934
-   Līga Kļaviņa, Latvian heptathlete
-   Viktor Tsoi, Soviet Rock band Kino leader died near Tukums.
-   Dainis Kūla, javelin thrower and 1980 Olympic champion
-   Jevgēņijs Kosmačovs, FK Ventspils and Latvian national football team midfielder
-   Joe Magidsohn, Latvian-born American football player
-   Jānis Roze, Latvian biologist and philosopher
-   James Richman, Latvian-born investor and financier known for his investments in Facebook, Uber, and Tesla
-   Samanta Tīna, Latvian singer of Russian descent
-   Mārtiņš Staķis, Parliamentary Secretary of the Ministry of Defense
-   Artis Kampars, Minister for Economics from March 2009 – October 2011
-   Bertrams Zariņš, Latvian-born orthopedic surgeon at Massachusetts General Hospital and Harvard University

Twin towns — sister cities

Tukums is twinned with:[3]

-   Andrychów, Poland

-   Bnei Ayish, Israel

-   Chennevières-sur-Marne, France

-   Izium, Ukraine

-   Karelichy, Belarus

-   Krasnogorsk, Russia

-   Plungė, Lithuania

-   Scheeßel, Germany

-   Tidaholm, Sweden

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title: Tukums

question: Why were public buildings, shops, workshops, and major businesses built around Liela Street?

answer: Because of the new trade route to Prussia.

question: How long did the Duke of Jacob rule Tukums?

answer: 40 years

question: How many enterprises were added in Tukums from 1897 to the 1930s?

answer: 49 enterprises


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Visiting Marakech with actresses Meryl Streep and Frieda Pinto of the “Slumdog Millionaire” film, she told girls in attendance she wanted them to be part of a global conversation on female education.

“We want to share this conversation with young girls around the world, particularly in the United States,” she said.

Obama, who was accompanied by her daughters Malia and Sasha, arrived on Monday evening in Marakech and was welcomed by King Mohamed VI.

The first lady launched her “Let Girls Learn” education initiative in March 2015 to help adolescent girls across the world access a quality education.

She has since travelled the globe to call for greater support for the millions of girls kept away from school or forced to abandon their studies.

“She shared lots of things with us that will help us to work hard and focus on our education,” Rihab Boutadghart, a beneficiary of the initiative, said after attending the launch in Marakech.

Morocco has one of the lowest female labour force participation rates in the world, according to the Millennium Challenge Corporation, a US government aid agency.

The MCC used Obama’s visit to announce a nearly $100-million (90 million euros) fund to tackle high drop-out rates among girls and make schools more “girl-friendly”.

The money, which will fund internships, girl-friendly bathrooms and training for teachers, is expected to benefit about 100,000 students, said the MCC.

The Peace Corps said it would work with its volunteers and community leaders to advance girls’ education and improve their employment prospects.

USAID pledged to spend $400,000 through an NGO to establish five new dorms for girls across the country.

Obama said she hoped the funds would “help these girls succeed in the workforce and fulfill their boundless promise”.

Over half of Moroccan girls aged over 15 are illiterate, despite efforts by the government and NGOs to promote their education, according to a 2014 study by the High Commission for Planning, a government body.

But the same study said the rate of school attendance among girls of 7-12 years old had risen from 78 percent in 2004 to 94 percent in 2014.

Obama says girls around the world face challenges that prevent more than 62 million from getting an education.

The first lady spent Monday in Liberia, where she told girls to fight to stay in school despite financial pressures that cause the vast majority to drop out.

She will continue her trip with a visit to Spain on Thursday, where she will deliver a speech on the education initiative before meeting Queen Letizia.

question: In what country is Marrakech located?

answer: Morocco.

question: What was the goal of first lady Obama's "Let Girls Learn" initiative?

answer: To help adolescent girls around the world access quality education.

question: What is MCC an acronym for in this article?

answer: Millennium Challenge Corporation (a US government aid agency).

question: Where is Queen Letizia from?

answer: Spain.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: This article details a visit that first lady Obama made to Morocco, a country the article states has poor education rates for girls, as part of her Let Girls Learn initiative. This visit was part of a tour of cities where she was working on building the initiative.


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THE HELEN ARCHER RESCUE FUND

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The harrowing domestic abuse storyline in The Archers, featuring Louiza Patikas as Helen and Timothy Watson as her domineering, manipulative husband Rob, has crossed from the cosy confines of radio drama into the sphere of national news.

Inspired by this swell of interest Paul Trueman  launched a JustGiving fundraiser in 2016 to raise money for Refuge, who offer invaluable help to the many real life Helens (and Henrys) up and down the country.

So far, over £121,000 has been given by generous members of the public.

But now we’re offering another way to show your support for all those Helens. Michael Moran  has designed and helped create this 'Free the Blossom Hill One' merchandise...

 Update - Week 1 ending 14th April £3945.80 raised for Refuge and included in the JustGiving total.

JOIN THE "FREE THE BLOSSOM HILL ONE" CAMPAIGN - SUPPORT REFUGE.ORG.UK

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Buy a t shirt or tea towel (or both!) and show your support for women like Helen (and children like Henry) who need the vital help of charities likeRefuge.org.uk

Every penny we make from the sale of the tees and towels will be added to the total of Helen Archer's Rescue Fund  and go to support the work of Refuge.org.uk

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question: What is the Helen Archer Rescue Fund?

answer: It is a fundraiser set up by Paul Trueman that raises money for Refuge, who offer help to those who suffer from domestic abuse.

question: What does Refuge offer?

answer: It offers help to those who suffer domestic abuse in the UK.

question: Who is Helen Archer?

answer: The document does not say specifically, but it can be assumed that she was a victim of domestic abuse.

question: What happens to every penny that the fund makes from sale of tees and towels?

answer: Every penny will be added to the total of Helen Archer's Rescue Fund.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: This document discusses a fundraiser called Helen Archer's Rescue Fund, which donated its money to Refuge at the time. Refuge offers help to those who are sufferers of domestic abuse like Helen Archer.


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                                          Me

	Before we get into the depths of this story, I assume you are going to want to know about me. Who am I? Where did I come from? All that basic shit. And the truth is, who I am isn’t all the different from who the girl next door to you is. My situations have made me unique and the fact that I observe has made me different.

	At this point in time, I am 19 years old. I am slightly overweight, but you wouldn’t notice from looking at me. I have hips that one day will make giving birth easy but for now just make black guys go dammmmmnnnn girrllll. I have shoulder length hair that is some weird boxed shade of red that I dyed it out of anger. The cut was out of anger too. I’m 5’3.5 and yes that half an inch does matter. I wear a dress almost every day, not because I’m particularly girly anymore, but because it’s really all I have from my last relationship which was particularly controlling. I have two tattoos. One of an owl rests on my left ankle and the kittens from the aristocats parade around my right ribcage. Appearances make a person. This is why I am going so in depth so you can know me. My eyes, well they aren’t important. I want you too see my situations through your eyes. So take your eyes, put them on me, and there we go.

	As someone told me, my personality is weird. I took compliments when I was called quirky. Eccentric even was nice. Now I have just gone off the deep end, into plain weird. But, as you will learn, I was not always this way. I once had it together and knew how to control the weirdness. Now it just kinda spews out like some verbal garbage. It’s gross. But if people can laugh at me and their day is brightened, then awesome. I am someone what a perfectionist. Okay, complete lie there. I am a total perfectionist. I have a little motto in my head that say I must be “prim and proper and polite” at all times. I am working on this. As we all know, this is impossible. I did not know this until recently. The fact that I thought I could be perfect has led me to many a mental illness which we will get into latter. That is not important when trying to learn about the essence of me. And I think the essence of me which you need to know is that I am quirky, caring, and I can see into your soul weather you want me too our not.

	That last part is a little creepy, but that is besides the point. I will know when you want help or need help, regardless if you think you do. And that freaks most people out. I’ve had this super lame “gift” since I can remember. It’s more of a hassle than anything and leaves me stressed out. At any given moment I am flipping through my phone seeing if  I have someone’s number to see if they are ok. I can usually tell you exactly what’s wrong with them, and that’s kinda sucky too. People think this is total BS until I call them at 10pm at night and tell them that no, they should not go spend their last $20 on a little bit of weed. That they should take some advil and a bath and go to sleep and they will be just fine. Just wait till I do it to you. You will be scared. The knowing what’s up with everyone has gotten my head into a tizzy more often than once. I don’t stop to smell the roses or you know think about myself and eat sometimes, because I get so worked up about everyone else. Maybe that shows a great thing about my character. Maybe not.

	I think the most important thing that you know about me is, I did lose me for awhile. For a good chunk of 2 year I would say. I think I was brain washed. I really don’t know. But when you fall under the spell of a sociopath’s love, you do what they want. Not to say I never loved him, because I did, and still do, and probably always will, but he screwed me up. When you are 16 and 17 and 18 you should be finding who you are. Not being pushed into some mold. And if you get anything out of what I write it is that. Because here I am at 19, trying to make up for lost time and it sucks. But like everything else, we will get back to that lost time, we will get back to the sociopath I love(d). Because, while love is insignificant, it is important. Expecially when you can say it helped create the monster the in your head.

	There are other little things about me that aren’t important. Hobbies, jobs held, heck even friends. These will fall into place when they need to. Setting of my life is a small town in California. Just think of where you live, it’s much like that. A suburban town with nothing to do, no where to go. Tons of time to get trapped in your head. I want you to step into my shoes, but don’t lose who you are. We are one on this journey. And you are in for a ride.

title: The beginning of my short life story

question: What is the narrator's special "gift?"

answer: To be able to sense when someone needs help.

question: What are the narrator's two tattoos?

answer: An owl and the aristocats.

question: How did the narrator lose herself?

answer: In the love of a sociopath for two years.

question: How old is the narrator?

answer: 19

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: The narrator describes her appearance, disposition, special "gift" of knowing when someone needs help.


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GREENVILLE — Hermelando Caricio Chacon, 29, will spend five years in prison after pleading guilty to one count of Rape, a first-degree felony, in Darke County Common Pleas Court on Thursday.

Chacon originally faced five felony charges stemming from an October 23, 2016, incident in which he raped a 13-year-old female. An undocumented alien from Mexico, Chacon has been residing in Greenville and working at a local restaurant for an unknown length of time. He has been incarcerated in the Darke County Jail since his arrest.

Both the prosecution, represented by Assistant Prosecutor Deborah Quigley, and Chacon’s defense attorney, Andrew Pratt, mutually recommended the court impose a five-year prison sentence as part of a plea agreement.

By pleading guilty, Chacon avoided a jury trial and saw four of the five counts against him dismissed, including a second Rape count, two counts of Unlawful Sexual Conduct with a Minor and one count of Abduction. The maximum penalty for the single rape charge could have resulted in an 11-year sentence and a $20,000 fine. If he had been convicted on all five counts, Chacon faced up to 37 years in prison and $70,000 in fines.

In accepting the plea and handing down the sentence, Judge Jonathan Hein spoke slowly in order that Chacon’s court-provided Spanish interpreter could clearly explain the court’s proceedings to him. The defendant was largely silent, providing mostly “yes” or “no” answers to the court.

When asked by the judge if he had any mental health issues, Chacon responded, “I only feel sad.”

As a result of the plea agreement, Chacon has no right to appeal and will not be considered for early release from prison for good behavior. Judge Hein credited Chacon with 82 days already served at the Darke County Jail.

The father of the victim spoke to the court before sentencing, calling the sentence “utterly ridiculous.”

“My daughter, who’s 13 years old, has to live with this for the rest of her life, and this man, in five years, is going to be free, before she’s an adult,” he said.

Chacon, if not immediately deported to Mexico following completion of his sentence, will be subject to five years of community control, and will be listed as a Tier 3 sex offender for the rest of his life.

Asked if justice had been served, Quigley said, “I can’t say justice was served, because you can’t change the fact that you have a child who is impacted by a very serious offense. We came to what we felt, and we talked to the family extensively about this case, we came to a resolution that we felt that everyone could live with.”

Quigley said she expected Chacon would likely be deported after he’s released.

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Hermelando Chacon (with defense attorney Andrew Pratt) hears the court’s sentence after pleading guilty to one count of Rape in Darke County Common Pleas Court Thursday. Chacon is subject to deportation by federal authorities following the completion of his sentence.

http://aimmedianetwork.com/wp-content/uploads/sites/34/2017/01/web1_Chacon-7593-PRINT.jpgHermelando Chacon (with defense attorney Andrew Pratt) hears the court’s sentence after pleading guilty to one count of Rape in Darke County Common Pleas Court Thursday. Chacon is subject to deportation by federal authorities following the completion of his sentence. Erik Martin | The Daily Advocate

Pleaded guilty to one count of rape

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question: Why did Quigley and Pratt recommend a five-year prison sentence on the court as a plea bargain?

answer: So that Chacon will not face up to 37 years in prison.

question: Was Chacon remorseful of his action?

answer: It appears he was.

question: Judging from the crime committed, was the plea deal offered fair?

answer: It does not seem fair.

question: Can it be said that Quigley was secretly working with Chacon's family to reduce his sentence?

answer: It may seem she was if the victim's father was unaware of the plea deal.

question: Write a ~7 sentence summary.

answer: At the time of this report, Hermelando Chacon, a criminal convicted of raping a 13-year-old girl, faced Darke Common County Pleas Court. He worked in a restaurant before he was arrested for the crime. The prosecutor, Deborah Quigley and his defense attorney Andrew Platt suggested to the judge that he serve a five-year sentence to avoid facing a jury trial and be convicted of all charges leveled against him. To achieve this, he will have to plead guilty to a single charge and serve only five years in prison against 37 years if he faced all. The judge agreed to the sentence, and it seems Chacon felt remorse for his action when asked if he had mental health issues. The victim's father felt infuriated by the judge's sentence because Chacon will be out of prison before his daughter becomes an adult. Deborah Quigley opined that justice was not served when asked and feels they had to decide that would be favorable for everyone and expects Chacon to be deported after serving his time.


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The Virtual Heroism of Gavin Pratt

Sounds of gunfire pierced the air of the turbulent world outside. The shots echoed off the towering glass skyscrapers and crouching cement apartment buildings. The sounds of car horns and their obnoxious owners drifted through the city. The factories of industry belched smog into the morning air, giving the morning sun a purplish tint. Gavin was just waking up after another long night of work. He was sprawled out on a stained sofa, surrounded by fast food wrappers. Lifting his pudgy arms, he meticulously rubbed the sleep from his eyes. His rotund form shifted on the sofa as he turned over to look at the time on his digital clock. To him the little clock was a piece of the past, something from before the TV and computer screens. He grabbed the controller wedged between his meaty leg and the arm of the sofa. Suddenly an enormous screen turned on bathing his dark apartment in artificial light. Then another screen turned on, flashing a commercial for a blender, soon nine colossal screens were flickering and chattering away. Gavin flicked through the TV channels until he found the news channel. Scenes of the destruction and carnage of a middle eastern village washed over the apartment. A smile  formed on Gavin's face, as he recognized the inferno as his work. He looked over at his outdated clock. His smile vanished in an instant when he realized he was late for work. Using his black console controller Gavin entered into the United States Air Force flight screen. The screens became one large screen as they flashed the United States seal before melting into a map of the Middle East. The map was riddled with red dots showing where attacks were occurring live and in real time.
                   Gavin was part of the Civilian Drone Pilot Program, an elite group of 2,000 Americans who piloted drones making offensive attacks on peoples deemed threats to the existence of the United States. Gavin remembered when he had met the fit, polished and sharp Drone officer who had come to visit his high school. Gavin was an overweight senior whose C average grades were not good enough for the high demand of doctors and lawyers. He was unsure of what to do after high school. His only passion were his video games. Gavin enlisted in the program and went through the years of classes and hours flight simulations. He was finally qualified for the 16th Unmanned Airborne Division. Though Gavin did not wear a physical uniform or pin golden medals on his chest, he still had pride in his country and his reputation on the drone chat logs. He was a decorated war hero who had conducted more than 2,397 Drone Strikes and 5,634 Spy Operations. He was at the top of the Drone leader boards and had unlocked all of the medals in the Drone program. Now he was an elite pilot who lead coordinated attacks, straight from the Pentagon.
                           A notification appeared in the top left corner of the screen. Gavin toggled over to the notification. Immediately a video began to play. The images of a map and flight patterns materialized on the screens. A robotic female voice spoke and began to recite the mission details.
 "You will be flying an offensive strike over a large urban target. Your first objective is to destroy the power station located in quadrant R3 on your map. Your second and third targets are two large skyscrapers located in quadrant R4. Your initial pay out if all 3 mission objectives are completed is $510,000 dollars, which will be deposited into your government bank account." The message ended. Gavin was surprised to hear such a short and vague message. All he cared about was the $510,000 dollars he got if he completed the mission. It seemed simple enough. Gavin toggled over to the mission description and glanced over the briefing and memorized the three objectives. Eliminate the two target structures in the center of the city with minimal casualties and disable the cities power grid by eliminating the central power station. Gavin pressed the controller's buttons to accept the mission. His screen froze as the lengthy mission acceptance paperwork was loaded onto his screen. The importance of the 20 page flight contract was lost on Gavin, it was a nuisance. A male voice began to read off the carefully worded flight waiver. As the voice droned on in the background, Gavin leaned over to a table near his sofa and snatched up a half eaten microwave burrito. He gobbled up the remaining half in two quick bites before being interrupted by the robotic voice.
"Do you Gavin Pratt accept the terms stated in the contract that has been read to you?"
A ping sounded to cue him to speak into the blue tooth headset. Gavin spoke spewing ground meat and beans onto his stained shirt. "I Gavin Pratt accept the terms read to me."
A loading circle spun on the screen as Gavin finished off another microwave burrito. His screen soon showed a high definition panoramic view of a eerily empty runway. Due to the sensitivity of the mission Gavin was not allowed to speak to air traffic control and he began his pre flight check in silence. Though Gavin had never seen his drone in person he loved his drone as though it was the son he would never have. The sleek white aircraft was one of the most agile of its kind. When he had completed the pre flight diagnostics the drone turned on its engines. This was always a moment of joy for Gavin. He lightly pushed the toggle button on his controller urging the drone to pick up speed. The drone began its race down the runway and he watched as the drone leapt from the Tarmac and into the overcast morning sky. A message flashed on the screen, plus 4000 experience points-perfect take off. Gavin did not pay attention to the text and continued to gain altitude to evade enemy radar. Sometimes the flights would take hours above endless clouds and a deep blue sky. Gavin, against USAF regulation, would put the drone on auto pilot while he fell asleep to the soothing light of the flickering screens. Thankfully the destination was only few minutes away, and already Gavin could see the 3D satellite images of robotics factories and the sprawling slums surrounding the center of the city below. Two of the smaller skyscrapers were outlined in red identifying them as his mission objectives. Beneath Gavin's large soft exterior was the cruel nature of a sadistic boy who kills insects to watch them suffer. Gavin veered his drone towards the center of city where the smoke stacks of the power station that billowed smoke lay outlined in the red lines. It was his first target. He rubbed his thumb over the fire button. The HD video showed the tiny civilians scrambling about the city like aimless insects without a purpose. Gavin pushed lightly on the button and a single bomb dropped from the drone and Gavin watched as it fell. The bomb shrunk as it moved farther and farther away from the drone's camera. Then the screens were illuminated with a flash and the screen went dark.
                   His apartment shook violently as Gavin was whipped from his sofa landing in a helpless heap on the ground. All nine of Gavin screens fell on the floor and shattered. The apartment windows imploded letting the sour smell of plastic and crumbling concrete fill Gavin's apartment. The windows that had kept Gavin from hearing and seeing the violent cacophony of the outside world were reduced to shards and pulverized dust. Gavin could not pull his immense weight up to see what had happened. Screams and the shrill whine of sirens filled his apartment. He was experiencing the sensory overload that no video game or tv show could offer. Breathing heavily he finally pulled himself up to the window, cutting his pudgy arms on the shards of glass that remained in his window sill. Peering down at the smoking concrete and rebar skeleton of a power station, he could see bodies slowly being dragged off by brave civilians and some bodies did not move. He looked up into the gloomy sky which was now dotted by traces of yellow anti aircraft fire and a single white drone which flew just out of reach. Gavin panted as he realized the drone he had piloted for years was now before his eyes. The pat pat pat of anti aircraft guns was louder than ever as bullets ripped through the wings of the drone. Gavin reached out helplessly to save his beloved drone which now spiraled uncontrollably towards his building. He made no effort to move, as though stuck in a trance as he watched the drone gracefully fall through the air. It plunged into the glass windows of the skyscraper. A brilliant blossom of red and orange consumed the building and Gavin with it. Gavin had almost experienced the most real and thrilling scenario he had ever had, almost like one of his video games.

title: Looking for some feedback.......

question: Will the fact that Gavin was not careful when the mission acceptance contract was read to him affect his life?

answer: It might be implied that if he would have been paying attention he would have noticed he was about to bomb his city.

question: In what city were the three objectives he needed to take down?

answer: The name of the city is not given but it was the city where the main character was.

question: How old was Gavin now?

answer: Information not found.

question: Does accept the terms of the contract?

answer: Yes

question: Who gave this mission to Gavin?

answer: It looks like his work did. He worked for the Unmanned Airborne Division of the United States.

question: Write a ~5 sentence summary.

answer: Gavin was a bad student turned Drone Pilot that enjoyed his work of bombing cities for the Unmanned Airborne Division of the United States. He wakes up one day to a new mission. He accepts without paying attention to the terms being read. He starts the mission and after he dropped the first bomb he realizes he bombed his own city. He looks up in the city and finally sees the drone he's been flying for all these years.


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_LA SANTA_ is a secret society within the _'Ndrangheta_, a criminal organisation in Calabria (Italy). The name probably derives from the shortening of _mamma santissima_.[1] In mafia slang, the expression is used to refer to mafia chiefs. _Mamma santissima_ literally means “most holy mother” and refers to the Virgin Mary, who is regarded as the protector of the 'Ndrangheta.[2]

The Santa was an innovation in the traditional stratification of the 'Ndrangheta introduced in the early 1970s to maximize the power and invisibility of the most important bosses.[3] Security concerns led to the creation of a secret society within the secret society. Membership in the _Santa_ is only known to other members. Contrary to the 'Ndrangheta code, it allowed bosses to establish close connections with state representatives, even to the extent that some were affiliated with the _Santa_. These connections were often established through the Freemasonry, which the _santisti_ – breaking another rule of the traditional code – were allowed to join.[4][5]

The rank of _santista_ was established at the end of the 1960s by Girolamo Piromalli, leader of the Piromalli family in Gioia Tauro, and by the chiefs of several other families. They were eager to modify the traditional rules of the 'Ndrangheta in order to enter the public works market and start illegal activities such as drug trafficking, which were prohibited by the 'Ndrangheta’s traditional code but promised to be very profitable. According to Gaetano Costa (the former boss of the Messina 'ndrina), “it was Mommo Piromalli who – given the enormous interests which the existed in the Reggio Calabria area (the railroad stump, the steelwork centre, and the port in Gioia Tauro, etc.) – entrusted himself with the rank of _santista_, in order to assert his higher authority and hence directly control the public works. He said that this rank had been given him directly in Toronto, where there was a very important 'ndrina.” [6]

It was precisely on account of these innovations that the new institution was opposed by the more traditionalist bosses, such as Antonio Macrì from the Ionic town of Siderno, the 'Ndrangheta’s charismatic leader of the 1960s, and Domenico Tripodo, who was the dominant figure of the Reggio Calabria clans. Only at the end of the so-called First 'Ndrangheta war, which took place in 1974-76 and led to their deaths and the consequent rise of the De Stefano brothers as the new leaders of the Reggio Calabria 'Ndrangheta, was the new institution fully recognized.[7]

The _Santa_ was originally set up as an exclusive body restricted to 33 people. Only when a santista died another member was allowed to enter it. As the years went by, an inflation took place in assigning the status of _santista_. Around 1978, a new higher rank was established: the _vangelo_. Later this was followed by the institution of the position of _trequartino_ (three-quarters) or _quintino_ (fifth). Finally, the current highest rank of _associazione_ (society) was established – reserved for the supreme bosses of the 'Ndrangheta.[8][9]

Notable _Santisti_

-   Girolamo Piromalli
-   Paolo De Stefano
-   Antonio Nirta
-   Giuseppe Nirta
-   Francesco Nirta
-   Natale Iamonte
-   Santo Araniti
-   Antonio Mammoliti
-   Rocco Gioffrè

[1] Paoli, _Mafia Brotherhoods_, pp. 114-16

[2] Paoli, _Mafia Brotherhoods_, p. 238

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[5] Review of: Paoli, _Mafia Brotherhoods_

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[9]  'Ndrangheta 2005, Nisio Palmieri, _Dossier della Fondazione Cesar e dell’Associazione Sicurstrada per conto della Consulta Nazionale dei Consigli Regionali Unipol Assicurazioni._

title: La Santa

question: Summarize the history of La Santa during the 1970s.

answer: La Santa was introduced in the early 1970s to maximize the power and invisibility of the most important bosses. The new institution was fully recognized after the end of the First 'Ndrangheta war, which took place in 1974-76. Around 1978, a new higher rank was established: the vangelo.

question: Summarize everything relating to death.

answer: At the end of the First 'Ndrangheta war, which led to the deaths of Antonio Macri and Domenico Tripodo and the rise of the De Stegano brothers, the new institution was fully recognized. Only when a santista died was another member allowed to enter the Santa.

question: What does the article say about joining the Freemasonry?


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Iconic leadership trainer Dale Carnegie’s classic book, _How to Win Friends and Influence People_ turns 80 in 2017, but his timeless advice about getting the best out of people by bringing out the best in them is as on target in the digital age as ever before.

And while Carnegie couldn’t have foreseen the transformation of the workplace thanks to the Internet and the rise of remote work, the principles he taught in the four main sections of his book can help you make more meaningful, productive connections with your off-site team members. Read on for our translation of these four points into today’s business context:

PART 1: FUNDAMENTAL TECHNIQUES IN HANDLING PEOPLE

_“Any fool can criticize, complain, and condemn — and most fools do. But it takes character and self-control to be understanding and forgiving.” ~ Dale Carnegie_ [Tweet this]

So much of remote communication is done shorthand through quick messages and even one-letter texts. What gets lost in translation is tone and inference, so often something that isn’t meant to come off as dismissive or critical is interpreted that way by the person on the receiving end.

Before you shoot off your next chat message, email or text, take the time to craft thoughtful commentary that includes honest and sincere appreciation and gives credit when it’s due. It doesn’t have to be serious; upbeat emojis or an enthusiastic gif can say it all.

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If you have constructive notes to share, consider hopping on a video chat to discuss. Eye contact, nonverbal cues and a back and forth dialog can help eliminate misunderstandings and make it simpler to reach a productive resolution.

Also, be sure to consider the situation from the other person’s perspective – when you understand your team member’s motivations, you’ll actually have a better shot at convincing him/her that your desired outcome is also in his/her best interest.

If the tables are turned, and you receive a note or message that strikes you as “off,” you too can be understanding and give the other person the benefit of the doubt before you react.

PART 2: WAYS TO MAKE PEOPLE LIKE YOU

_“You can make more friends in two months by becoming interested in other people than you can in two years by trying to get other people interested in you.” ~ Dale Carnegie _

Without a water cooler to gather around or an easy way to go out for a drink after work, casually bonding with co-workers can be challenging for remote workers. That’s why taking time to virtually get to know your co-workers by asking questions about the things they care about beyond work (family, hobbies, other interests, etc.) is key. You should know who on the team is a dog person, who’s a big traveler, and who likes to chat about current events.

Also, don’t forget to hop on a video chat as often as possible, because nothing can take the place of face-to-face communication. Carnegie was a huge proponent of letting ’em see you smile – it’s a “messenger of your goodwill.”

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PART 3: HOW TO WIN PEOPLE TO YOUR WAY OF THINKING

_“You can dramatize your ideas in business or in any other aspect of your life. It’s easy.” ~ Dale Carnegie _

In this section, Carnegie focused on finding ways to bring others into your tent by being a good listener, acting respectfully, admitting mistakes and by avoiding disagreements. (“There is only one way under high heaven to get the best of an argument – and that is to avoid it.”)

Utilizing task management software and file sharing to its fullest potential is a great way to reinforce the exchange of ideas and virtual collaboration. And when you’re making a case for your point of view, get creative with your pitch and incorporate video or other eye-catching methods to follow Carnegie’s advice: dramatize your ideas to engage others’ imaginations and appeal to their concerns.

PART 4: HOW TO GET MORE OUT OF YOUR TEAM (IE: BE A LEADER)

_“Give the other person a fine reputation to live up to.” ~ Dale Carnegie _

In all communication, your words have the power to build people up… and tear them down. Carnegie reminds us to appeal to people’s “nobler motives,” and really take the time to be specific with praise, and encouraging when something needs to be corrected. Be sure to note milestones and important accomplishments on group chats and calendars, and celebrate individual and group successes. Aside from positive reinforcement being a cornerstone of Carnegie’s teachings, the benefits of this approach, including greater productivity, higher engagement, lower employee turnover and an overall happier, healthier team, are supported by copious research.

Carnegie was a master of human nature, and his advice for people who interact with others on a daily basis (hullo, all of us!), regardless of medium, holds up. For remote teams, his principles help make proximity less important, and productivity far more accessible.

question: What does the text say about Dale Carnegie's personal life?

question: What does the text say about the author's approach to handling people remotely based on Carnegie's methods?

answer: The author says that tone and inference often get lost in translation. Something that wasn't meant to come off as dismissive or critical can be interpreted as such by the person on the receiving end. As such, remote workers should take the time to craft thoughtful commentary first before sending a chat message, email, or text. The other person's situation and perspective must be considered as well.

question: How can remote workers bond when there is no live interaction?

answer: Taking time to virtually get to know co-workers by asking questions about the things they care about beyond work, such as family, hobbies, or other interests, is key. For instance, it's good to know who on the team is a dog person, who loves to travel, and who loves to talk about current events. Remote workers should also video chat as often as possible because nothing beats face-to-face communication. According to Carnegie, people need to see other people smile because it's a messenger of goodwill.

question: What does the text say about being a good leader?

answer: Positive reinforcement is one of the cornerstones of being a good leader. It's critical to appeal to people's "nobler motives" and take the time to offer specific praise and be encouraging when something needs to be corrected. Important accomplishments, milestones, and individual or group successes should be celebrated. According to research, the benefits of this approach include greater productivity, higher engagement, lower employee turnover, and a happier, healthier team.


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JAMES GILROY BATY (1 February 1896[1] – 5 April 1959) was a British trade unionist.

Born in Newcastle-upon-Tyne, he began working on the railways, and joined the Associated Society of Locomotive Engineers and Firemen (ASLEF) in 1896. He devoted much of his time to trade unionism, being active on the trades council, serving on ASLEF's executive committee from 1928, and as its president in 1934.[2]

In 1937, Baty began working full-time for ASLEF, as its organiser for the Bristol area, where he again became active on the Bristol Trades and Labour Council. In 1946, he became acting assistant general secretary of the union then, the following year, was elected as general secretary.[3]

While leader, Baty served on the General Council of the Trades Union Congress (TUC), and was the TUC's representative to the American Federation of Labour in 1954. He was also prominent in the International Transport Workers' Federation, sitting on its general council and management committee.[4]

Baty retired in January 1956 and died three years later.[5] In 1952, he declined the offer of the Commander of the Order of the British Empire award.[6]

[1] _1939 England and Wales Register_

[2] Trades Union Congress, “Obituary: J. G. Baty”, _Annual Report of the 1959 Trades Union Congress_, p.319

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title: Jim Baty

question: Where was James Gilroy Baty born?

answer: Baty was born in Newcastle-upon-Tyne.

question: What did Baty do in 1947?

answer: Bary was elected as the general secretary of the ASLEF (Associated Society of Locomotive Engineers and Firemen).

question: When did Baty die?

answer: Baty died on April 5, 1959.

question: Why did Baty decline the offer of Commander of the Order of the British Empire award in 1952?

answer: Not answered.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: This article details the life and work of James Gilroy Baty, a British trade unionist who was the general secretary of the Associated Society of Locomotive Engineers and Firemen.


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Hero

A drop of sweat glistened on my temple. I could feel it carefully dancing down the side of my motionless face as I prepared myself for what I knew was about to happen. I slowly pressed my palm against the door; I could feel the warmth radiating through it. I took a deep breath in. And entered the building…

The summer evening had left a dry taste to the air and the tantalising smell of grilled, smoky chicken with its sumptuous fresh green salad had diffused around the road and families had their heads peaked to catch a glimpse of the food. The barbeque sizzled away out in the patio. The heavenly infusion was coming from the house next door to us, which meant that we had to suffer the entire evening with the intoxication flowing through the house, while we sat begrudgingly, regretting the decision to not buy a barbeque of our own.

However, late into the evening, the smell of luscious food slowly twisted into a dusty, nasty smell. We had become so intent with it that the toxic smell was giving our nostrils a setback to the days of when Dad used to burn out the burgers on the old barbeque. The barbeque! We rushed out into the garden and were immediately taken aback by the shear size of the black cloud erupting from the windows of the house next door, and the flames licking the air. My sister instinctively ran straight inside and picked up the phone, punching out 999 into the telephone. I took a glance over the fence and saw the barbeque tipped over onto the old wooden door, which had caught alight. I quickly put my trainers on and escorted myself to the front of the house and found myself surrounded by other neighbours, worried for the safety of the people inside. My neighbours were Janet and her daughter Amy, a nine month old baby. They’ve been visiting recently; Having tea and cakes, Amy giggling as my sister played peek-a-boo and telling us all about their marvelled trip to Chester Zoo. Janet had always been especially kind. Her and Mum would talk for hours on end about kids and what it’s like for them growing up-

Scream.

A bloodcurdling scream filled every corner of the road and every person fell silent, filled with shock.

Suddenly, the door swung open and Janet came rushing out of the smoking home, crying, her face covered in ash and dirt.
  “Amy! Get Amy!” cried Janet “She’s still upstairs!” Her tears flowed as she faced the presumed death of her daughter. The sound of a baby crying rang out from the upstairs bedroom. Everyone but Janet fell silent. She burst out in a flurry of emotion and started crying over and over again.

I didn’t think through the next few moments. It felt like a blur. I just remember looking at Janet, then at the house. I ran up to porch and took stance by the door. The neighbours were calling me to get back, but they sounded muted to me and I didn’t listen to them.

I could feel the warmth radiating through the door. I took a deep breath in. And entered the building…

As soon as I entered I could feel the blast of the heat hit my face and I was already starting to choke on the smoke. It was like looking into the depths of hell. A fiery concoction swirled into the hallway and devoured everything in its path. I was beginning to resist the idea but something compelled me to go further. Like someone inside me was encouraging me on. I took my hoodie off and put it over my head and my arm in front of my face to block the unstoppable heat and light that was being emitted from the fire and made my to the stairs, spluttering and coughing as I try to avoid the teasing flames as they tried to grab me.

The stairs themselves ached with every step and were battered from falling, flaming wooden panels. I attempted to ignore the panel as I climbed further up the stairs and I could now see the broken landing; it was pretty but a hole in the floorboards was the centre piece and three doors surrounded it. Flames engulfed each door frame as Amy’s cries grow louder and louder. I had no idea where to look. Dazed by the roaring fire, I ventured towards the first door on my left. In a flash I twisted the door handle then retracted my hand; the fires grabbing at my flesh. No Amy. I moved on to the next, burning door and repeated my actions. No Amy. I knew there wasn’t much time left.

I clumsily leapt over the gash in the floorboards and burst through the opposite door. My hoodie was covered in hot ash and floor burnt my palms. I could see Amy’s cot. It was once delicate and pink, now black and deformed. I looked in and found Amy bawling. She was covered in cinders and ash in her pyjamas. I carefully picked her up. I turned back towards the door and ran. The ceiling crumbled as I ran and the floor felt thinner and thinner. I bounded over the hole and proceeded to clamber down the stairs, avoiding falling planks and flaming ceiling boards. At the bottom of the stairs I could see the hallway blocked by a wall of fire. But I could hear the roof crumbling upstairs and the cries of people outside.

“Amy!”

I could hear Janet screaming outside. Amy was crying even more now. Seconds felt like hours. I took a step back. I could hear the building aching and creaking. The ceiling cracked and the thunderous roar of the fire was unbearable. I sprinted down the hallway, Amy safe in my arms.

Suddenly, the building gave up. The roof collapsed and the building was coming down. I ran faster. I hurdle the wall of fire enough to avoid serious damage. However, my hoodie burst into flames as it flailed behind me. I dropped it and kept running. Desperate for more time, the door burst open. A mystical, magical red man appeared and I threw Amy into his arms. He caught her and called me to get out quickly. But I didn’t listen. I was so drained. I fell to the floor of the hallway exhausted and turned over. I had saved her.

Then the building came crashing down.

title: Hero

question: Why does the narrator's neighbor's house catch on fire?

answer: Their barbecue falls on the wooden door.

question: Why does the narrator go inside the burning building?

answer: Their neighbor's nine-month-old daughter is inside, on the upper floor.

question: Where does the narrator find the nine-month-old Amy?

answer: The narrator knows she's on the upper floor. There are three doors there, and the narrator finds her behind the third and last door.

question: Why can't the narrator save themselves?

answer: The narrator is too tired after the exertion of saving Amy from the upper floor and collapses on the ground before the building comes down.

question: Write a ~5 sentence summary.

answer: While reminiscing about their neighbor, the narrator hears a scream. Outside, they see that their neighbor Janet's house is in flames. Janet comes out crying that her nine-month-old daughter Amy is stuck on the upper floor. The narrator goes in to save Amy and barely manages to get her down. The exertion, however, is too much, and the narrator collapses after throwing Amy at a fireman just before the building comes down.