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The way to play

Rugby is a dynamic and exciting sport that is a whole lot of fun, and helps develop friendships that can last a lifetime. Small Blacks Rugby has been designed to help players develop their rugby skills as their physical ability develops, making the game as simple and safe as possible for all Kiwi kids, regardless of their age, shape or size. The Small Blacks Development Model has been developed to ensure that there is a consistency of play, coaching and player welfare at all levels throughout the country, and is a great way of getting kids involved in a team sport.

Different ages, different stages

This diagram clearly explains the Small Blacks Development model for coaches, parents and Small Blacks players. It contains easy to follow guidelines on how the game is to be played at each age. The Model has been designed to ensure that all kids who graduate from the Small Blacks programme have the best possible skill set to take them through their rugby career.

Under 11s rugby will be played at 10 a side on a ½ field (40m x 60m).

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[Field Size]

Field Size

Goal to 10m (across the field).
Portable goalposts recommended.
Full size posts on sideline need bolsters.

Goal to 10m (across the field).
Portable goalposts recommended.
Full size posts on sideline need bolsters.

Goal to 10m (across the field).
Portable goalposts recommended.
Full size posts on sideline need bolsters.

Goal to 10m (across the field).
Portable goalposts recommended.
Full size posts on sideline need bolsters.

15s must be full field.

+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| U6/U7Year 1 & 2 U8Year 3          | Goal to 10m (across the field).   |
| U9/U10Year 4 & 5 U11Year 6        | Portable goalposts recommended.   |
|                                   | Full size posts on sideline need  |
|                                   | bolsters.                         |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| U12/U13Year 7 & 8                 | 15s must be full field.           |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+

Game Length

2 x 20 minutes maximum

2 x 25 minutes maximum

2 x 25 minutes maximum

2 x 25 minutes maximum

2 x 30 minutes maximum

+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| U6/U7Year 1 & 2                   | 2 x 20 minutes maximum            |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| U8Year 3 U9/U10Year 4 & 5 U11Year | 2 x 25 minutes maximum            |
| 6                                 |                                   |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| U12/U13Year 7 & 8                 | 2 x 30 minutes maximum            |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+

[Ball Size]

Ball Size

Size 2.5 or 3 balls.

Size 3

Size 3

Size 3

Size 4

+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| U6/U7Year 1 & 2                   | Size 2.5 or 3 balls.              |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| U8Year 3 U9/U10Year 4 & 5 U11Year | Size 3                            |
| 6                                 |                                   |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| U12/U13Year 7 & 8                 | Size 4                            |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+

Numbers Per Team

7-a-side.
Numbers are maximum. If a team doesn't have enough players to start a game, it should then be played with equal numbers.

10-a-side.
Numbers are maximum. If a team doesn't have enough players to start a game, it should then be played with equal numbers.

10-a-side.
Numbers are maximum. If a team doesn't have enough players to start a game, it should then be played with equal numbers.

10-a-side.
Numbers are maximum. If a team doesn't have enough players to start a game, it should then be played with equal numbers.

15-a-side.
Numbers are maximum. If a team doesn't have enough players to start a game, it should then be played with equal numbers.

+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| U6/U7Year 1 & 2                   | 7-a-side.                         |
|                                   | Numbers are maximum. If a team    |
|                                   | doesn't have enough players to    |
|                                   | start a game, it should then be   |
|                                   | played with equal numbers.        |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| U8Year 3 U9/U10Year 4 & 5 U11Year | 10-a-side.                        |
| 6                                 | Numbers are maximum. If a team    |
|                                   | doesn't have enough players to    |
|                                   | start a game, it should then be   |
|                                   | played with equal numbers.        |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| U12/U13Year 7 & 8                 | 15-a-side.                        |
|                                   | Numbers are maximum. If a team    |
|                                   | doesn't have enough players to    |
|                                   | start a game, it should then be   |
|                                   | played with equal numbers.        |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+

[Try]

Try

If score blow-outs are occurring (ie 35+ at halftime), both coaches MUST meet and come to an agreement as to how they can generate a more even contest.
Try = 5 pts.

If score blow-outs are occurring (ie 35+ at halftime), both coaches MUST meet and come to an agreement as to how they can generate a more even contest.
Try = 5 pts.

If score blow-outs are occurring (ie 35+ at halftime), both coaches MUST meet and come to an agreement as to how they can generate a more even contest.
Try = 5 pts.

If score blow-outs are occurring (ie 35+ at halftime), both coaches MUST meet and come to an agreement as to how they can generate a more even contest.
Try = 5 pts.

If score blow-outs are occurring (ie 35+ at halftime), both coaches MUST meet and come to an agreement as to how they can generate a more even contest.
Try = 5 pts.

+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| U6/U7Year 1 & 2 U8Year 3          | If score blow-outs are occurring  |
| U9/U10Year 4 & 5 U11Year 6        | (ie 35+ at halftime), both        |
| U12/U13Year 7 & 8                 | coaches MUST meet and come to an  |
|                                   | agreement as to how they can      |
|                                   | generate a more even contest.     |
|                                   | Try = 5 pts.                      |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+

[Referee]

Referee

Beginning Coach.

If no Learning Rugby referee, no tackling.

If no Learning Rugby referee, no tackling.

If no Learning Rugby referee, no tackling.

If no Playing Rugby referee, no tackling.

+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| U6/U7Year 1 & 2                   | Beginning Coach.                  |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| U8Year 3 U9/U10Year 4 & 5 U11Year | If no Learning Rugby referee, no  |
| 6                                 | tackling.                         |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| U12/U13Year 7 & 8                 | If no Playing Rugby referee, no   |
|                                   | tackling.                         |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+

[Conversion]

Conversion

No Conversions.

Conversions taken from in front of posts either drop goal or punt. Points don't count.

Conversions taken from in front of posts either drop goal or punt. Points don't count.

Conversion taken from in front of posts either drop goal or punt. Points don't count.

Conversions not to be taken further out than the 15m line.

+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| U6/U7Year 1 & 2                   | No Conversions.                   |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| U8Year 3 U9/U10Year 4 & 5         | Conversions taken from in front   |
|                                   | of posts either drop goal or      |
|                                   | punt. Points don't count.         |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| U11Year 6                         | Conversion taken from in front of |
|                                   | posts either drop goal or punt.   |
|                                   | Points don't count.               |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| U12/U13Year 7 & 8                 | Conversions not to be taken       |
|                                   | further out than the 15m line.    |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+

[Kick-off]

Kick-off

Free pass.

Tap and pass. Kick-offs to be rotated through all players.

Punt or drop kick by scoring side. Kick offs to be rotated through all players.

Either punt or drop kick by scoring team

Normal

+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| U6/U7Year 1 & 2                   | Free pass.                        |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| U8Year 3                          | Tap and pass. Kick-offs to be     |
|                                   | rotated through all players.      |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| U9/U10Year 4 & 5                  | Punt or drop kick by scoring      |
|                                   | side. Kick offs to be rotated     |
|                                   | through all players.              |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| U11Year 6                         | Either punt or drop kick by       |
|                                   | scoring team                      |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| U12/U13Year 7 & 8                 | Normal                            |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+

Lineout

None

Always 5 in lineout.
Lineouts not to be contested. There is to be no lineout lifting at any level.

Always 5 in lineout.
Lineouts not to be contested. There is to be no lineout lifting at any level.

Always 5 in lineout. Lineouts not to be contested until U11 grade. There is to be no lineout lifting at any level.

Always 8 in lineout.
Lineouts can be contested. There is no lineout lifting at any level.

+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| U6/U7Year 1 & 2                   | None                              |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| U8Year 3 U9/U10Year 4 & 5         | Always 5 in lineout.              |
|                                   | Lineouts not to be contested.     |
|                                   | There is to be no lineout lifting |
|                                   | at any level.                     |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| U11Year 6                         | Always 5 in lineout. Lineouts not |
|                                   | to be contested until U11 grade.  |
|                                   | There is to be no lineout lifting |
|                                   | at any level.                     |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| U12/U13Year 7 & 8                 | Always 8 in lineout.              |
|                                   | Lineouts can be contested. There  |
|                                   | is no lineout lifting at any      |
|                                   | level.                            |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+

[Scrums]

Scrums

None

Always 5 in a scrum.
No contest and no pushing.

Always 5 in a scrum.
No contest and no pushing.

Always 5 in scrum.
No contest and no pushing.

Always 8 in a scrum.
Contest and pushing. The push is limited to half a metre maximum. Safety is paramount.

+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| U6/U7Year 1 & 2                   | None                              |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| U8Year 3 U9/U10Year 4 & 5         | Always 5 in a scrum.              |
|                                   | No contest and no pushing.        |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| U11Year 6                         | Always 5 in scrum.                |
|                                   | No contest and no pushing.        |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| U12/U13Year 7 & 8                 | Always 8 in a scrum.              |
|                                   | Contest and pushing. The push is  |
|                                   | limited to half a metre maximum.  |
|                                   | Safety is paramount.              |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+

[Tackle]

Tackle

(RIP) When 'rip' is made, player passes the ball.

A 'Tackle Clinic' session must be carried out by all U8 coaches before the season kicks off. No fending.

Tackle must be below the nipple. No fending to the head, face or neck regions.

Tackle must be below the nipple. No fending to the head, face or neck regions.

Tackle must be below the nipple. No fending to the head, face or neck regions.

+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| U6/U7Year 1 & 2                   | (RIP) When 'rip' is made, player  |
|                                   | passes the ball.                  |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| U8Year 3                          | A 'Tackle Clinic' session must be |
|                                   | carried out by all U8 coaches     |
|                                   | before the season kicks off. No   |
|                                   | fending.                          |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| U9/U10Year 4 & 5 U11Year 6        | Tackle must be below the nipple.  |
| U12/U13Year 7 & 8                 | No fending to the head, face or   |
|                                   | neck regions.                     |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+

Kicking

No kicking in general play.

Encourage running and passing.

Encourage running and passing.

Yes

Yes

+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| U6/U7Year 1 & 2                   | No kicking in general play.       |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| U8Year 3 U9/U10Year 4 & 5         | Encourage running and passing.    |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| U11Year 6 U12/U13Year 7 & 8       | Yes                               |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+

[Penalty]

Penalty

Tap and Pass.

Tap and Pass.

Tap and Pass.

Normal

Normal

+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| U6/U7Year 1 & 2 U8Year 3          | Tap and Pass.                     |
| U9/U10Year 4 & 5                  |                                   |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| U11Year 6 U12/U13Year 7 & 8       | Normal                            |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+

[Subs]

Subs

All players must play a minimum of half a game (this is to include at least two full quarters).
Rolling substitutions are not permitted.
Substitutions may be made at half time or approximately half way through each half when the referee will allow and signal a Substitution Break.
This applies to representative games.

All players must play a minimum of half a game (this is to include at least two full quarters).
Rolling substitutions are not permitted.
Substitutions may be made at half time or approximately half way through each half when the referee will allow and signal a Substitution Break.
This applies to representative games.

All players must play a minimum of half a game (this is to include at least two full quarters).
Rolling substitutions are not permitted.
Substitutions may be made at half time or approximately half way through each half when the referee will allow and signal a Substitution Break.
This applies to representative games.

All players must play a minimum of half a game (this is to include at least two full quarters).
Rolling substitutions are not permitted.
Substitutions may be made at half time or approximately half way through each half when the referee will allow and signal a Substitution Break.
This applies to representative games.

All players must play a minimum of half a game (this is to include at least two full quarters).
Rolling substitutions are not permitted.
Substitutions may be made at half time or approximately half way through each half when the referee will allow and signal a Substitution Break.
This applies to representative games.

+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| U6/U7Year 1 & 2 U8Year 3          | All players must play a minimum   |
| U9/U10Year 4 & 5 U11Year 6        | of half a game (this is to        |
| U12/U13Year 7 & 8                 | include at least two full         |
|                                   | quarters).                        |
|                                   | Rolling substitutions are not     |
|                                   | permitted.                        |
|                                   | Substitutions may be made at half |
|                                   | time or approximately half way    |
|                                   | through each half when the        |
|                                   | referee will allow and signal a   |
|                                   | Substitution Break.               |
|                                   | This applies to representative    |
|                                   | games.                            |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+

question: Why are the field sizes different for different age groups?

answer: Younger kids get tired more easily. They are also physically smaller and cover less distance in a single step.

question: Why do the game lengths differ for various age groups?

answer: To avoid exhaustion, younger kids play shorter halves.

question: What is the main goal of coaches in matches?

answer: They must arrange an even contest as much as possible.

question: What are the fending rules?

answer: Until U9, no fending is allowed. At that level, fending below the nipple level is permitted. At U12 and older, fending is forbidden for the head, face, and neck.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: The Small Blacks Development model for rugby coaches defines the field sizes, game lengths, ball sizes, numbers per team, tackling and fending rules (no tackling without learning coaches until U13 - playing coach required for U13, no fending below U8, and no fending above the nipple level for older teams until U12, then face, head, and neck are forbidden). In addition to these, the rules for conversion, kicks, etc are also outlined.


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question: What does the text say about CWSC?

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I wrote a short story last night on a whim. It started as one thing but the end result was something completely different than I intended. Nevertheless, this is my first piece of writing that I'm actually proud of. I'd like to show my boyfriend because he's the kind of person who would appreciate a story like this, but I need some second opinions if it's even good or not (I've never showed anyone my work before) So feedback and critique would be great! (I understand there are probably a lot of grammatical errors, but I put periods where I wanted them for effect, not for proper grammar. so critique on the story itself and the way it is presented only please, no grammar point-outs) Thanks in advance Redditers!

It's as black as the velvet of a noble's overcoat. As dark as the night during a new moon. I can't see a thing, and there's this feeling I can't seem to shake. I don't know why it's so dark and I don't know where I am. how long has it been? I feel like I've been sitting here for hours. Or maybe my perception of time is so thrown off it's actually been years. I'm getting scared. I'm trying not to let the darkness consume me and drive me to insanity. It's hard. it's hard.

It's too hard.

I've been here too long. I can feel my composure slipping away with every second that passes by. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock... Sometimes it feels like I'm not even in my own body anymore. I have to remind myself how to feel the sensation of touch. Why is this happening to me? Am I dead? Is this Hell? Or is this the "nothingness" the Atheist's who often pass through the pub say happens after you die? Maybe their right. Maybe there isn't a God. Why would someone lie to people like that? Lie about there being a God? To strike fear in our hearts? It doesn't make sense. It's hard to make sense out of things. It's hard. It's hard.

It's too hard.

Tick. Tock, Tick. Tock. When I scream I can't hear anything. It's like my words are staying inside my head and aren't coming out of my mouth no matter how hard I try. I can't call for help. No one can hear me. Is there even anyone around? I can't see anything. I can't hear anything except my own thoughts. It' getting harder to remember how to feel. Will my emotions slip away next? I hope so. I don't want to feel this anymore. Whatever "this" even is. Was I not goo enough in my life? Or does this happen to everyone regardless of their morals and behaviors during their lifetime?

...

What was my life again?

Dad... The pub... Travelers... stories... Kara...

Kara.

My sweet Kara! I almost forgot about you. I'm sorry. It's getting hard to re-conjure everything when I forget. i'm sorry. i'm sorry. It's getting hard.

It's getting hard.

It's getting too hard.

Tick... Tock... Tick... Tock...

Kara. Kara. Kara. Kara. I just need to think about Kara and I'll be alright. Kara will save me. Kara will help me. Kara will help me feel better. I just need to think about Kara. Kara is light. Kara is MY light. Kara is my happiness. Kara is my everything... But it's getting hard. I can't forget you. I won't forget you. Oh please don't let me forget you. I'll give up all of my memories as long as I can keep the memory of you.

...

It's slipping.

It's slipping.

I can feel it slipping.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It's getting hard. It's getting hard. It's getting too hard. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

I have to remember. I have to remember. I have to remember you... Think about something. A memory. A moment between us. A memory. A year ago... One year ago... Two years ago? Last week? Time doesn't make sense right now. Nothing makes sense right now.

Tick Tock Tick Tock

Ti-

NO! I can't slip away... What was I thinking about? Time...

A year ago.

Kara...

KARA!

I was trying to remember Kara! My sweet Kara. A memory. A memory. Breathe. Breathing. you're breathing. Why are you breathing so fast? Are you okay? Where you running from something? Is someone chasing you? Breathe. You're breathing. You're breathing. Fast. It's getting faster. I can feel it. I can feel your breathe on me, Why are you breathing you so close? Is it me? Was I the one chasing you? Am i hurting you?

No. No. No. Did I kill you? Are you gone? Is this why I'm here? Tick. I this the sin I've committed that brought me here? Tock. Does that mean there is a God? I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry Kara. I'm sorry God. I'm sorry. I promise I won't do it again. I've learned my lesson. I promise. I promise. I promise I'll be good. I'll be good like I was before I hurt Kara. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Why did I hurt you? Did you do something to me? Was I going through temporary insanity? Why would I do that? Hurt. You're hurting. Your face is twisted. It's in pain. You're in pain. I'm sorry. i'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I wish I could apologize, but you're gone. you're gone. I can never see you again. Kara. Kara come back. I love you. I love you Sara. At least you're not hurting anymore. I'll always remember. I'll always remember you. Remember Sansa. No matter what, even if everything slips away, I'll never forget. even just you;re name is enough for me. My sweet Hanna...

Wait.

What?

What was it again?

Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. Tick. you're name. I can't remember you're name. Tock.

Hanna? Kayla? Sara? Caroline? Kara? Elizabeth? Victoria? Sansa?

NO. NO. NO. NO. Tick. Name. Name. I have to remember your name. Tock.

Name...

Tick.

A name.

Tock.

But who's name?

Tick

my name?

Tock.

What is my name?

Tick.

Name

Tock.

A Name.

Tick.

Hard.

Tock.

Hard.

Tick.

it's too hard...

Tock.

Tick.

Tock.

Tick.

Tock.

Tick...

Tock..

Tick...

...

title: I wrote a short story last night, I would love everyone's feedback.

question: Where is the narrator?

answer: The story doesn't explicitly say "where" the narrator is. It is very dark, a nothingness; the narrator seems to think they are dead, possibly in Hell.

question: Who is Kara?

answer: Kara is someone the narrator loved and possibly hurt, maybe killed. They describe her as their happiness, their everything.

question: What is too hard?

answer: It is getting very hard to remember how they feel, memories, and who they are.

question: Why does the narrator feel something is slipping?

answer: The memories of loved ones are slipping away; they feel hopeless.

question: Write a ~7 sentence summary.

answer: The narrator seems to think they are dead, possibly in Hell. They are in a place void of light, and they don't know how long they've been in the void. It is getting very hard to remember how they feel, memories, and who they are. They have a flash of memory of Kara. Kara is someone the narrator loved and possibly hurt, maybe killed. They describe her as their happiness, their everything. The memories and feelings slip away to nothing.


text:
Israel is doubling down on its criticism of French Foreign Minister Laurent Fabius' initiative to convene an international committee to kick start an Israeli-Palestinian peace process.

-   Abbas Welcomes French Plan for International Middle East Peace Conference
-   Israel Rejects French Peace Bid, Saying Threat of Recognition Incentivizes Palestinians Not to Negotiate
-   France: If New Peace Initiative Fails, We'll Recognize Palestine

According to a senior official in Jerusalem Saturday, "Israel wonders if France will also propose an international peace committee with ISIS, an organization that sows and distributes terror in France."

Palestinian President Mahmoud Abbas said on Saturday that he welcomes the French initiative and as he was speaking at a summit of African countries in the Ethiopian capital of Addis Ababa, called on his African counterparts to support the move as well.

For its own reasons, the Islamist Hamas movement, which controls the Gaza Strip, rejected the French initiative. "All of the diplomatic calls for a resumption of negotiations between Israel and the Palestinian Authority are unacceptable and unhelpful," said Ismail Radwan, a senior Hamas official.

France's Fabius announced the initiative on Friday, saying that if the new push failed, Paris would officially recognize a Palestinian state.

"Unfortunately, [Israeli] settlement construction continues," said Fabius at a conference of French diplomats in Paris. "We must not let the two-state solution unravel. It is our responsibility as a permanent member of the UN Security Council."

Fabius noted that France hopes the international peace summit will be attended by Israelis and Palestinians, as well as other international actors like the U.S., EU states and Arab nations.

A White House spokesman also expressed reservations about the French proposal, saying that it is the American position that direct negotiations between Israel and the Palestinians are the preferred approach to achieving a permanent solution to the conflict. Senior officials in Washington said they refuse to speculate regarding the French peace conference proposal.

question: What are the French proposing?

answer: They are proposing a peace conference with Israel and Palestine in attendance.


text:
The cabin had a musty, unused smell to it. It had been a couple of years since anyone had been here, so he went around and opened up all the doors and windows and just let the wind carry out the emptiness while he swept and dusted. It wasn’t too long, though, before he heard a car door out front.
“Who could that be?” he thought. His wife and son weren’t due until tomorrow. Jenny and her family weren’t supposed to be there until the day after. Puzzled, he frowned to himself before going to check, but he stopped and smiled again as soon as he turned around. There, leaning against the doorpost, was Jenny, looking the same as she always did with her long red hair hanging down her back, blue eyes, and a gentle, soft smile on her lips.
“Hey,” he said quietly. She walked toward him and said, “Hey,” before giving him a hug. They parted and he shook his head, marveling at the fact that although it had been almost two years since they had seen each other, there was no unfamiliarity there, no sense of distance grown as often happens. “I thought you weren’t coming until tomorrow night,” he said. “I decided to come early to air the place out.” She looked around the cabin and smiled at him. “Looks like you beat me to it.”
The day finished with them cleaning out the cabin, top to bottom. As often happens when two old friends find themselves doing some menial chores together, they wound up spending most of the time laughing at each other. Old jokes, new jokes, stories about people they knew now, and tales about people they knew back in the day. Just… enjoying the company of a person they didn’t have to hide anything from and have no reason to impress. As the afternoon came and went, and the evening turned to dusk, they cracked open the beer he’d brought and sat down on the porch to watch the sun sink behind the trees. A quiet peace drifted over them in the stillness of an evening free of demand.
Night fell and they decided to go inside and light a lamp or two so they could spend the rest of the evening playing cards at the kitchen table, they way they used to. As they sat and played, a peaceful quiet lingered with them and they didn’t disturb it with unnecessary chatter. After all, why should two people who know each other more intimately than most married couples ever do need to speak to feel comfortable around each other? As they sat there in the comfortable quiet, his mind began to drift across his memories, and across to her, thinking about all the things they had shared over almost thirty years of friendship. Growing up together, grade school, her boyfriends, his girlfriends, the breakups and the weddings, all of it touched his mind as they played. He realized, with a small amount of surprise, that almost all of his happy memories were ones he shared with her.
There had never been a relationship between them, never any hint that things should be other than what they were, and though they both acknowledged that it was a bit of an oddity whenever other people pointed it out, they had never thought much of it on their own. He looked over at her, picking up a card from the table, her hair and face glowing in the soft, yellow lamplight, and he couldn’t help but think of the only time the idea had presented itself that there could be more to their friendship than simply being friends.
They had gone camping, just the two of them, after her college sweetheart had left her and she wanted to get away, just get away from everything and everyone that reminded her of him. So they went out to the woods and just let it all go. That night, he remembered they had just looked across the fire at each other, her face and hair glowing then so much like they were glowing now, and he had thought to himself that she was beautiful. Not beautiful the way he told other people she was beautiful, but beautiful to him, in a much more personal and intimate way than he had known. He had thought, then, that he might be in love with her, and as she raised her eyes to meet his, he had known that the thought he saw in her eyes, her beautiful blue eyes glowing in the firelight, was the same as his. But the moment passed without record, and soon enough their hearts had gone their separate ways again.
He realized it was his turn to play and looked over at her, at this beautiful, amazing woman he had somehow spent his whole life with, and found her looking at him. A moment passed between them that seemed to last far longer than a heartbeat before her eyes left his again, but that was all it took, just one moment, for both of them to realize. She reached for another card, distractedly, and as she reached for it, he reached for her, and gently, oh so gently, placed his hand on hers. She lifted her gaze to meet his once again, and this time there was no hiding the question in her eyes, the desperate longing needing an answer. A sad smile drew across his face and, heart breaking oh so gently, he shook his head, just a tiny motion back and forth. His hand left hers, and she drew her card.
They played into the night, still holding onto that quiet comfort, but he wondered now if his life would feel the same to him, now that it had been acknowledged. It seemed a lonely life, knowing that the woman you had married wasn’t the one you should have, that the one you loved wasn’t the one waiting at home for you.
They finished their game and said goodnight. He changed out of his clothes and into his pajamas, and lay down in bed before he let it take him. They knew, both of them, that it was too late. It wasn’t a regret, or even a chance untaken. It was just a choice they had never made, and nothing more. There was a gentle sadness in him, a vast wondering question in his heart. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before he heard the door open behind him in the dark. Soft footsteps crossed the floor, and his blanket lifted. Rolling over, he put his arms around her and pulled her close, holding her tightly as tears dropped silently onto his pillow.

title: The Cabin

question: Who is the protagonist?

answer: An unnamed man

question: Who does the man find at the door?

answer: Jenny, an old friend of his

question: Describe the man's relationship with Jenny.

answer: They both have had feelings for each other but never acted on them.

question: Why did they never act on their feelings?

answer: It is unclear why they never acted on them.

question: How do the man and Jenny end the night?

answer: They hold each other and cry.

question: Write a ~7 sentence summary.

answer: A man gets to a cabin and begins to air it out. He hears a car pull up, though he does not expect to see anyone until tomorrow. It is Jenny, an old friend. The two clean the cabin and catch up. That evening, the man thinks about how he has always had feelings for Jenny, even though he married someone else. They are about to go to sleep, when she gets next to him. They hold each other and cry about what could have been.


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Rhoux stood on the elevator with Phae as it rose to the surface. The ride took about an hour depending on what layer you lived on. The two of them were good friends since they met at the boot camp, both the only girls in the entire class. Both predetermined as failures by the general who led the camp, they bonded and prevailed, graduating top of their class. With this, they were both granted the opportunity to join the Moderators in the fifth layer, the deepest and the most secure. But they both declined, insisting that they wanted to be Elites, the most renowned and respected warriors in the entire realm. Phae's dad was an Elite, so she had a goal in mind and a reason to reach for it. Rhoux was just drifting along after the death of her mother, searching for her purpose.

The elevator reached the surface. Rhoux got the chills she was sure anyone got when they felt vulnerable. On the surface, they're were six walls forming a perfect hexagon, each 50 feet high and 10 feet thick. The elevator immediately opened up to the  armory. The soldiers loaded up, equipping their armor, hazard suit, and gas mask to prevent inhalation of the toxic radiation that inhabited the surface since World War III. From there they rode to the Northern wall in a Traxorible, a machine that revolutionized transportation by being able to float a maximum of five feet of ground, avoiding friction and Surface rubble, as well as being aerodynamic and reaching speeds up to a hundred miles per hour, reaching the wall in as little as 30 minutes.

When they arrived at the wall, they rode yet another elevator to the top, each taking a post approximately 10 feet apart. The wall itself was almost 60 feet across. The previous troop, left back to the Underground , while Rhoux's regime took their places. It was night thankfully, which is the only reason why Rookies would be on watch in the first place. They would stay until dawn, when the Mutations would most likely rise. At that time, Moderators and Elites would patrol the Surface. To pass the time, Rhoux went over to Phae's post. Phae smiled at her arrival, but Rhoux knew she was preoccupied with the thoughts of her boyfriend, Eli, who had gone missing three days ago on a Scout mission. The reason a rescue squad hasn't been sent out is because the Captain on the mission hadn't sent out an S.O.S. and the grace period for an absent troops were 7 days.

They just stood their silent. Hours passed in the uneasy silence, in which Phae had started to weep. Rhoux pretended not to notice because she wasn't sure how to respond and she didn't want to see Phae in this state of fragileness. Mostly because it was Phae's confidence that kept Rhoux sane and secure in this mad, mad world. Finally, as the end of their shift approached and dawns light breached the horizon painted the dawn a bloody red, the duo stretched and corralled their fellow soldiers, two of which had fallen asleep. Inside the wall, they saw the Elites and Moderators heading their way to relieve them when suddenly Phae gasped. Her eyes locked on something an the east, the direction the wall faced. In the distance, long shadows were illuminated, forming the disfigured silhouette of a running person, and two other morphed figures of...

Rhoux gasped along with her friend, her mouth forming a comical "O". But nothing about the situation was funny. Chasing the man, steadily gaining ground were not one, but *two* Kryogon. Phae and Rhoux froze in place. The Kryomorph was a Alpha Class Mutation that's origins were unknown. It was estimated 10 feet long and had a toxic spike on its flexible tail, similar to a scorpion. Covered in armored scales, its weak spot was unknown. It's front legs were heavily muscled and its claw were the strongest material known to man. It had rows of razor sharp teeth and no eyes that were visible, so it was believed to rely on scent. Even with all this information known, they're has been no one whose slayed this beast, for its Achilles heel was unknown.

As the figure approached, there was no hope for the stranger. The best the Elites could do when they arrived was draw it away, but even that was horribly risky. Rhoux caught the mysterious expression on Phae's face. No, she couldn't think that the person was Eli! It couldn't be, the stranger had a generic silhouette. His height was the only thing similar, using the Kryogons for scale. Phae looked at Rhoux speaking for the first time the entire night.

(*Critism is welcome. Part 2 is coming out soon. If you guys like this, let me now and I'll continue the series. Thanks for reading!*^_^)

title: [SF] The Awakening-Chapter 1: Dawn's Shadows (Pt. 1)

question: When is the story set?

answer: In a radioactive world following WWIII.

question: Who are the protagonists?

answer: Two girls who want to be Elite soldiers.

question: What happens at the end of the story?

answer: Two mutants attack the group.

question: What are the names of the main characters?

answer: Roux and Phae.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: This is a story set after WWIII, in radioactive ruins. Two girls come to the surface to serve in an elite squad of warriors. At the end of their first shift, two mutants emerge and charge the group, preparing to attack.


text:
TIMOTHY J. SOLOBAY (born March 20, 1956) is a Pennsylvania politician who served as the Fire Commissioner of Pennsylvania from 2015 to 2017. A Democrat, he previously served as a member of the Pennsylvania State Senate.

Biography

He graduated from the Washington Hospital School of Radiologic Technology (Washington, Pennsylvania) in 1976. He received a B.S. in Radiologic Technology from California University of Pennsylvania in 1984 and a B.S. in Business Management from an online program through the California Coast University in 1990. (California Coast University was not nationally accredited at the time he was taking online classes there; however, it was accredited by the State of California, and gained national distance learning accreditation in 2005.)[1][2]

Solobay is the chief of the Canonsburg Volunteer Fire Department, and he was formerly a member of the Pennsylvania House of Representatives before his election to the Pennsylvania Senate. He was defeated for re-election to the state senate in 2014 by Republican Camera Bartolotta. He was then named the new State Fire Commissioner by Governor Tom Wolf. He resigned as Pennsylvania Fire Commissioner in late December 2017. Bruce Trego has been appointed as acting commissioner by Gov. Tom Wolf.[3]

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title: Tim Solobay

question: What political party was Timothy Solobay a part of?

answer: The Democratic Party

question: What position did Solobay serve as?

answer: The Fire Commissioner of Pennsylvania

question: What position did Solobay serve before the Fire Department?

answer: Representative of the Pennsylvania House

question: Who was appointed as acting commissioner after Solobay?

answer: Bruce Trego

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: This Wikipedia article is about Tim Solobay, a politician from Pennsylvania. He is a Democrat who served first in the Pennsylvania House of Representatives and later as the Fire Commissioner of Pennsylvania. His biography includes his educational background and previous work history.


text:
He rose to the feeling of movement.

He knew not where the movement came from, but Chris was completely sure that movement was near. His eyes opened and adjusted to the almost impenetrable gloom of his bedroom at midnight. The shelves reached out from his walls, seeming ghostlike in nature at this hour, in the dark. The television at the opposite side of his room peered at him through the dark, reflecting his pale, panicked expression as he sat in his bed, staring around his room. But it didn’t move. Neither did the jeans he wore yesterday, slung across his char, or his shoes, sat haphazardly not too far away.

The movement persisted and Chris knew he would have to investigate. His eyes moved from corner to corner in his room, scoping every inch for tell-tale signs of entry, or even one of his two dogs running around the house, but neither showed; only the lonely emptiness of darkness and silence in the house, and a tap dripping ever so quietly from the bathroom were present at this hour. He checked the time on his mobile phone (he had no clock in his room, he saw no need for such a thing since he already had at least 3 items with clocks built into the software), and the time read 01:32, 08/02/2010.

But still the movement…

He couldn’t hear anything, or see anything, but he knew the movement was near. He could almost sense it, wriggling, crawling around, as if it was under his skin. A sharp pang of panic rang through his body, and he sat still, upright in his bed. The movement *was* under his skin. And it was growing with intensity with every passing second. And then the pain started.

Oh, the pain. His flesh burned at first with only slight discomfort; he could have initially mistaken the sensation for an itch or even a tickle. But it grew. It grew with an alarming pace, the speed matched (possibly even bested) by the growing of his panic at the sudden voluminous pain racking his left arm. He threw off his bed covers and gasped, his mouth agape, at the sight he saw before him on his arm.

His entire forearm was alive - barely - with blisters, open sores, weeping with dull black blood and oozing yellow, sickly pus in equal measure. But that was only intensified by the rate at which this affliction was spreading – the sores were erupting up past his elbow and onto his arm. But worse still, his forearm was only getting deader. The flesh on his forearm was beginning to necrotise, skin peeling back, revealing rotten muscle tissue and tendons ready to snap from pressure.

As his skin began to peel – and his initial shock began to subside – Chris began to scream. Not the classic Hollywood scream, not a voluminous howl you hear in the movies. That sort of scream doesn’t happen in these situations. What came from Chris’ mouth was a low whimper, the sound you would normally hear from someone as they had just received a blow to the stomach that ejected the air sharply from the lungs, but extended over a period of a few seconds. He screamed (although you could call it a sigh and still not be quite wrong) and flopped out of bed and on to all fours, the fingers on his left hand practically disintegrating in the process. They fell off like ash from burned paper – and looked none too different. His entire arm now looked like the result of severe burn damage, and skin

*Or was it muscle? It was becoming increasingly hard to tell. It was all coming off, what was the use in discerning which it was?*

Was flaking off at an alarming rate.

The bones of his arm were becoming visible. Not just visible, but prominent. You’d be forgiven, from looking at a snapshot of this moment, for assuming he was born without flesh on his arm, and at this precise moment was beginning to miraculously generate flesh. His flesh was disappearing before his eyes, flaking away like ash, and all Chris could think was “why isn’t there any blood?”

And as quickly as it began, it was over. He had closed his eyes only for a moment, breathing in with choking sobs, and opened them – to see that his skin was back. But all wasn’t well. He began to scream again; only this time with some real volume.

For his skin had become greasy green scales, and was writhing with a mind of its own, the pain replaced by horrid, grating nausea. Chris rose, stumbling against his bookshelf in the process, knocking a couple of books to the floor, and stumbled out of his room. As he stepped into the hallway, he noticed a new sound, complemented by a strange feeling under his feet.

*Crunch*

Bugs. Cockroaches, spiders, and beetles lay over every surface. Floors, walls, windowsills and doors were coated in bugs, and, Chris noticed, were crawling on a thick coat of viscous dark red liquid. Blood, he thought to himself, barely holding back a gag, heaving at the thought. He brought his right hand to his face to catch a cough, he noticed that his right arm had also become covered in scales, and that they were peeling off just like his skin previously had done, and the pain had returned in full force, and then some.

Yelling through his teeth, Chris pressed on to the bathroom, crushing bugs beneath his feet, noticing that the felt oddly soft against his skin –no, scales. He flicked the bathroom light on and walked to the sink, not yet looking in the mirror, but at his feet which he noticed had a fresh coat of scales on, and claws posing proudly as toenails. He gathered the courage to look into the mirror, and saw that his face was also covered in scales, and that he had webbing protruding from his back; not only that, but as he opened his mouth to scream, he noticed a snake’s tongue in his mouth, and slits for nostrils.

And when he did scream, all that came from his mouth was a long, reptilian hiss.

title: The Itch (draft). Just over 1000 words. Criticism needed!

question: What does the story say about the state of Chris' arm?

answer: Chris has blisters and open sores on his hand, the flesh necrotizes, and skin begins to peel. The flesh disappears, the bones become visible and his fingers begin to disintegrate. Then the skin is back but it becomes greasy green scale.

question: What does the story say about what happens to Chris?

answer: Chris is being transformed into a reptile. His skin begins to peel, his flesh is disappearing, and the bones of his arm become visible. Then his skin is back but becomes scales. Soon his entire skin transforms to scales and his tongue transforms to snake's tongue.

question: What does the story say about why Chris transforms into a reptile?

question: What does the story say about how Chris feels about being transformed into a snake?

answer: Chris is in pain and becomes terrified when he sees his skin is transforming to scales. He screams and is afraid to look into the mirror. When he sees his face is also covered in scales, he is desperate and screams again.


text:
“Alright, are we gonna do this thing or not?”

I missed that familiar odour. The sweet, nostalgic smell of a once remembered past. Little did he know, this was but another reoccurrence; just another pest trying to bust my chops. I've partaken in a fair share of tussles as captain of the St. Fieri, the most prominent of sea vessels in all of Old Norse Arabia. It's name was influenced by world renowned culinary "expert", Guy Fieri. I idolized him rather than his lame cooking attempts but for more for his bleached facial hair and frosted tips, a true remnant of late 90s. For this stranger to think that he could cause me agony on a ride via public transit would be to his upper advantage was a complete act of tomfoolery at its best. I began with a taunt as I laced my figure skates to perform a perfect sow cow and closed with a triple lutz. Sergei was an excellent coach. The stranger began quivering in a perturbed manner, the scent of faeces lingered through the stale air. I had forced him to perform what proctologists refer to as a "fear shart". It was too late for him to turn his back because he just got himself invited to a fist flying fiesta; I had a chopsocky chimichanga with his name on it. I landed the first strike with my signature "Fieri Fist" and took him straight to flavour town. I aimed for his prostate to make sure he could never sing again. "Money," I whispered softly.  While he was coaxed into a snafu, I quickly reached for my corn pipe out of my  crocodile leather holster for a quick twiddle and gave him some hoedown southern twang. Finally, my quiet lifestyle as a dairy farmer in northern Idaho finally payed off. I'd like to see him try enjoy a hot plate of collard greens with a straight face after that one. The poor man couldn't handle the shock of cultures and that's just where I wanted him. He cowered towards the edge of the bus' hydraulic platform in his attempt to escape my wrath. A thick trail of blood oozed from his fragile, eggshell torso underneath his hand-me-down Hall & Oats concert t-shirt. I grabbed him by the cuffs of his corduroy pants, rolled four inches too high from his ankle, confirming my thesis that he is indeed spaz, to perform my finishing blow. I began to build torque, mixing the hot winds of my steamy flatulence and the cool winds of my lucky ice cream sandwich I always keep in my breast pocket for safe measures, therefore creating the most devastating of all typhoons. I let all control reside to the power of the cyclone as it rummaged through all of Canada's smallest towns. I think I miss Ajax most of all. Horses, sheep, cattle, and the odd emu plummeted down to Earth, seeming as if Noah's ark had gone aerial. With my fist still clenched to his geeky attire, I began my chant. A familiar silhouette of Tom Jones appeared in the horizon to join me in our duet. The fans went ballistic as Mr. Jones and I broke out into complete hysteria while we sang his 1965 hit single, "What's New Pussycat?". To this day, I still don't know how we ended up at Bonnaroo. We began our descent abruptly. Several tears streamed down his cheek but only whiskers streamed out from mine. Wham! We hit the ground with enough velocity to pulverize the adamantium claws of Wolverine. When the smoke cleared, I could see the face of a man, nay, a boy with severe regret. "Where are the papers," implying that I wanted the stolen evidence. He struggled for his paisley fedora on top of his seat but I swiped it away before he could lay a finger. Under the brim, too predictable. I inserted the evidence into my handy, dandy pocket shredder, an apparatus ready for when ever I need to destroy a classified document on the go. Those papers were never meant to be seen my the eyes of pure sin; not even I was worthy. As I made my departure, I heard a faint shout. "Wait, who are you?" I hadn't exactly figured that part out myself. I buttoned up my jean jacket vest upon my flannel pyjama top, strapped on my traveller's fanny pack, reached into my baggy pantaloons to pull out my Top Gun inspired aviators I scored at my cousin's Bar Mitzvah, and whispered…"Talkin' 'bout, hey now! Hey now! I-KO, I-KO, un-day!" The swift jingle jangles of The Dixie Cups poured out my mouth like a champagne waterfall. "Jack-a-mo fee-no ai na-na, Jock-a-mo fee na-na-" Hold on a second, I'm not singing that. Who changed the ringtone only my alarm clock? Why is the entire living room floor covered with soda? Wait, is that Mello Yello? How is it that I wreak of curdled milk? Was Ron Burgundy right? Is that ringing just in my head or am I just late for class. Didn't I just say I was in my living room? I am in my living room. I am late for class. Maybe just one more bowl.

title: Grizzled Veteran

question: Describe the narrator's attire.

answer: The narrator is wearing a flannel pyjama top and baggy pantaloons. Other items they wear include figure skates, a traveller's fanny pack, and aviators.

question: Summarize everything relating to Tom Jones.

answer: The protagonist starts chanting and then a silhouette of Tom Jones appears on the horizon. The two of the sing a duet of Tom Jones's 1965 hit single "What's New Pussycat?".

question: Who is Guy Fieri?

answer: A world renowned culinary "expert".

question: Where does the bulk of this story take place?

answer: In the protagonist's living room as he is dreaming

question: Explain the significance of the title.

answer: The significance of the title is unclear.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: The narrator gets into a fight with another individual while on the bus. As they fight, the narrator performs strange feats like summoning a typoon and singing a duet with a silhouette of Tom Jones. The narrator eventually wakes up in his living room, revealing that the whole story up until then has been a dream.


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3 ½”

Rabbit snapped the tape measure shut. It was shorter today than it had been in a long time in spite of the fact that he had been feeding and watering it faithfully, in the exact ways that the doctor had ordered.

Although it was shrinking, Rabbit, was proud of its beauty. He kept it well pruned, trimmed and styled. It was shaped in a unique and individual way. Rabbit only wished that it would grow, so that he would have more of it.

He was lucky though. This puny amount of sanity was compensated for by his huge cock. He didn’t need a lot of money, a big truck, or a woman much more beautiful than himself, all of which would weigh heavily upon the small beautiful object that he cared so much for. The rest of the world could, simply, go to hell. Between his lovely sanity, though small in stature, and his massive cock, Rabbit would always be full of satisfaction.

Even though it was small, easily stepped on, broken or misplaced, Rabbit enjoyed playing with his it. He would let it loose, close his eyes, and count to a hundred then search all over so that he could find it once again. Sometimes it hid under the sink, in the bathroom. Other times it got behind the water heater.

Rabbit took his sanity for walks, letting it run around on a long leash. He let it play with other peoples stiffer versions of itself. Sometimes it would make strange noises and he would have to force feed it pain killers to get it to quiet down. Most of all, Rabbit cherished watching it sleep, all curled up on the rug next to the fire. So peaceful, so quiet.

He pitied those who pushed their sanity so hard, expecting so much from it, forming it to what their bosses or television told them it should act or look like. So many people pushed it away, tempting it to run off and abandon them. “Relax,” Rabbit would say “It’s not how much you have, but how you use it that’s important.”  Or that they should, “let it go, and if it comes back it truly yours.”

But they rarely understood. People held tightly to their own versions sanity, choking it off, or kept it in small boxes, not letting it see the outside world. Fearful it may take fancy to something that wasn’t in their small controlled environment, or that it may hang upside down from the monkey bars at the playground and embarrass its owner.

Those people raced like rats, trying to make up for their deficiencies. Maybe if they simply used a smaller ruler they would be as content as Rabbit was.

title: 3 ½” (450 Words)

question: What is Rabbit measuring?

answer: His penis, which is a metaphor in this text for sanity.

question: Who is Rabbit?

answer: Rabbit is the protagonist of the text, the meaning is inferred without learning anything about Rabbit beyond that Rabbit is Rabbit.

question: What is being referred to when the narrator says "sanity"?

answer: It cannot be certainly inferred, however context shows that "sanity" refers to one's spirit or soul in relationship to peace of mind, and ease of heart.

question: What was meant by the last line?

answer: Rabbit used a smaller ruler to measure his penis because reading the larger number would set him at ease, and allow him to be comfortable with himself.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: Rabbit is an individual who tells a story about self image and self respect by measuring his penis with a "smaller ruler". The text refers to the contortions and restrictions people put their mental health through to fit their worldview, and in Rabbit's case this has to do with penis envy. Because Rabbit used a smaller ruler to measure, and therefore read a larger number than he would have otherwise, he is more comfortable with himself, and therefore more free to be himself.


text:
  I sat in the chair, restrained and left alone for my thoughts to devour me whole. The chair was beautifully uncarved, a masterpiece of nature left unmarred by human hands, yet still uncomfortable enough for a prisoner like me to hate it. It felt like days have gone by in this chair, awaiting my fate, arms and legs bruised from the cuffs that dug into my flesh. My mind was racing, yet muddled; confined by the boundaries that they have placed on my thoughts. Memories repeating, left in a loop for me to regret for the rest of eternity. “Prisoner 339264. Rise for your Arbiter.” The loud hollow voice filled the room and the cuffs released me from their clutches, as I stood for someone who I am to respect, yet have never met. The Arbiter entered through the large steel doors previously hidden by the shadows and motioned for me to take my seat. As I hesitantly sat, the Arbiter began to speak, “You may not know why you are here.” his voice echoed in the large room. “And that is why I have been appointed to you. As a reminder, and as a final decision as to what is to happen to you.” He moved towards the pulpit, and laid out his documents for inspection.

          “What you have done is nothing new, a case like yours comes along thousands of times every year, from insignificant, pitiful people like yourself, to more tragic, meaningful people like that American that smelled vaguely of adolescent character, and the famous writer who was found in his house holding his favorite shotgun. But you are lower than them. Theirs was slightly more understandable, but not you, you had everything lined up for you. Presented on a platter to choose for your own liking. You left children, both legitimate, and illegitimate, in your wake. Open your mouth, what do you have to say for yourself?” My mouth was parched, and my throat was in a knot. “Who are you?” I finally asked. “Me? I am your judge.” He came around the pulpit, walking towards me as the cuffs restrained me again. “Your Fate, your King Minos. I am Your Arbiter. That is all you need to know.” I searched my mind for why I was here; one of the vague memories that have been placed off limits, torturing me with its escape. As he walked back, I gathered the nerve to finally ask the question that has been prying at my psyche. “Where am I, and what am I on trial for? I have a right to know!” “YOU HAVE NO RIGHTS HERE! You have lost all rights when your cowardice came over you, and you took your own life, leaving behind your wife, children, brothers, everything! You gave it all up, and for what? Nothing! And look where it's got you. In front of me.” An evil grin spread like the plague across his face. “I have the pleasure of deciding where you spend the rest of eternity.”

          Shaken, my heart began to race. I didn't know what he was talking about. “What do you mean? I have no children! I cannot even remember what brought me to this horrid place. Explain!” His eyes glared at me, and for once in a long time I felt intimidated. Genuinely afraid of his sick twisted face. Mocking me with his furrowed brow. His voice became eerily soft “There are things that cannot be explained at this moment, what I can say is that you are in limbo. This is where everyone passes as they wait for their judgment. You are here because you have taken your life, and left a wife and a mistress to raise your children.” My memories began to fade into existence, Carmen's beautiful smile, My daughters letters as she learned Spanish abroad, Hector's diligence. I remember. “People like you cause rifts in The Writing. The only thing that cannot be accounted for, you humans have managed to exploit and cause panic not only in your dimension, but here as well.” I finally understand whats going on, its setting in. “Why did I do it?” I asked. The Arbiter replied quickly “None us know, it is the only thing that has escapes us seven for all of eternity. We have seen people do it for pride, out of fear, love, anger, even curiosity.”

          Seven? “Are you the only Arbiter? If not why are you the one judging me?” His face twisted with a curious look, as though he was surprised, yet elated that I wanted to know about him and the others. “As I said before, there are seven of Us. We reign over your dimension and through a combination of us, we form every human being as their characteristics, or “Feelings”. Some people have more of one of us than others may.” “And as to the reason why I am being judged in front of you?” I beckoned for an answer. “Simple, out of the seven of us, I was the one most inflicted by your final moments. More people felt my presence because of you. And that angers me. Why should a human as incompetent as yourself be able to send shockwaves to dozens that I myself am not able to feel?” His piercing eyes, because soft and glazed over. He turned away from me snatching the files from the pulpit and briskly flipping through them. “So what am I to do?! I'm sorry that I offended you, but there must be something I can do to redeem myself!” I was looking for a way out. The outcome of angering this entity could not be good.

          “What you have done is irreversible and irreconcilable. The verdict has been decided. You will return to Earth as your daughter's son. You will be stripped of a father at a young age as you have stripped yourself from your children. You will raise yourself and your siblings, as you left your oldest son to do so without a father. Left to fend for yourself in the tidal wave that you have cause in your past life.” I writhed in my seat at the thought of being sent back to that dreadful place. “NO! You cant send me back there.” I didn't even know what I was afraid of. “There is nothing more than I can do, I have judged according to The Laws. You have done the crime. You must now pay the repercussions.” And with that he faded back into the shadowy corner. As the door closed softly behind him, my cuffs became undone. Rubbing my sore wrists, I began wondering what I should do now. When will my punishment begin? And if there is still a way to get around it. “Prisoner 339264. You have been tried and judged. You know your fate.” And with that a dark fear consumed, and pushed me towards a light. Into a realm so bright, cold and intimidating, it is a wonder how anyone could find comfort in this unrelenting place.

title: A short story I wrote for class titled "Inheritance". What do you think?

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

answer: The narrator had children, both legitimate and illegitimate. He took his own life, leaving his wife and mistress to raise his children.

question: What does the story say about feelings?

answer: There are seven Arbiters, and each of them represents a different feeling. Out of the seven, the Arbiter overseeing the narrator's sentencing was most afflicted by his final moments. The fact that many people felt the Arbiter's presence angers the Arbiter.

question: What does the story say about heaven?


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The 156TH NEW YORK VOLUNTEER INFANTRY (aka, “Mountain Legion”) was an infantry regiment in the Union Army during the American Civil War.

Service

The 156th New York Infantry was organized at Kingston, New York beginning August 23, 1862 and mustered in for three-years service on November 17, 1862 under the command of Colonel Erastus Cooke.

The regiment was attached to Sherman's Division, Department of the Gulf, to January 1863. 1st Brigade, 3rd Division, XIX Corps, Department of the Gulf, January 1863. 3rd Brigade, 3rd Division, XIX Corps, to July 1863. 2nd Brigade, 1st Division, XIX Corps, to February 1864. 3rd Brigade, 2nd Division, XIX Corps, Department of the Gulf, to July 1864, and Army of the Shenandoah, Middle Military Division, to January 1865. 3rd Brigade, Grover's Division, District of Savannah, Georgia, Department of the South, to March 1865. 3rd Brigade, 1st Division, X Corps, Army of the Ohio, to May 1865. District of Savannah, Georgia, Department of Georgia, to July, 1865.

The 156th New York Infantry mustered out of service October 23, 1865 at Augusta, Georgia.

Detailed service

Left New York for New Orleans, La., December 4, 1862. Camp at Carrollton, La., until February 11, 1863. Expedition to Plaquemine February 11–19. At Carrollton until March 6. Moved to Baton Rouge, La., March 6. Operations against Port Hudson March 7–27. Moved to Algiers April 1, then to Berwick City April 9. Operations in western Louisiana April 9-May 14. Bayou Teche Campaign April 11–20. Fort Bisland near Centreville, April 12–13. Vermillion Bayou April 17. Opelousas April 20. Expedition from Opelousas to Alexandria and Simsport May 5–18. Moved to Port Hudson May 22–25. Siege of Port Hudson May 25-July 9. Assaults on Port Hudson May 27 and June 14. Expedition to Clinton June 3–8. Surrender of Port Hudson July 9. Moved to Baton Rouge, then to Donaldsonville, July 11–15, and duty there until August 15. At Baton Rouge until March 1864. Red River Campaign March 23-May 22. At Alexandria March 25-April 12. Cane River April 23–24. Construction of dam at Alexandria April 30-May 10. Actions at Alexandria May 2 and 9. Retreat to Morganza May 13–20. Mansura May 16. At Morganza until July. Expedition from Morganza to the Atchafalaya May 30-June 5. Atchafalaya River June 1. Moved to Fort Monroe, Va., then to Washington, D.C., July 5–29. Sheridan's Shenandoah Valley Campaign August 5-November 28. Third Battle of Winchester September 19. Fisher's Hill September 22. Battle of Cedar Creek October 19. Duty at Kernstown and Winchester until January 1865. Moved to Savannah, Ga., January 5–22, and duty there until March 5. Moved to Wilmington, N.C., March 5, then to Morehead City March 10, and duty there until April 8. Moved to Goldsboro April 8, then to Savannah May 2. Duty at Savannah, Ga., and in the Department of Georgia until October.

Casualties

The regiment lost a total of 227 men during service; 4 officers and 56 enlisted men killed or mortally wounded, 3 officers and 164 enlisted men died of disease.

Commanders

-   Colonel Erastus Cooke
-   Colonel Jacob Sharpe
-   Lieutenant Colonel Alfred Neafie

title: 156th New York Volunteer Infantry

question: What is another name for the 156th New York Volunteer Infantry?

answer: Mountain Legion

question: Where and when was the 156th New York Infantry organized?

answer: Kingston, New York beginning August 23, 1862

question: Who is  Colonel Erastus Cooke?

answer: He was the commander of the 156th New York Infantry

question: List the casualty figures for the 156th New York Infantry.

answer:
Total men lost during service: 227
Men killed or mortally wounded: 4 officers, 56 enlisted men
Men who died of disease: 3 officers, 164 enlisted men

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: The 156th New York Volunteer Infantry, also known as the 'Mountain Lions,' was an infantry regiment in the Union Army during the American Civil War. The 156th New York Infantry was organized at Kingston, New York on August 23, 1862, under the command of Colonel Erastus Cooke. They mustered in for three years of service (November 17, 1862 - October 23, 1865) and suffered a total of 227 casualties, most of whom died of disease.


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PETROS AVETISYAN (, born 7 January 1996) is an Armenian football player who currently plays midfielder for the Armenian national team and for Kazakhstan Premier League club FC Tobol.

Career

Club

Banants

Born in Yerevan, Avetisyan started his career at Malatia football school that later was renamed as FC Banants.[1] After progressing through the club's youth system, he became top scorer of Banants-2 in Armenian First league[2] in 2014/15 season and moved to the first team of the club.

On 11 November 2014 he made his debut in Armenia Premier League in away match against Pyunik.[3] In two weeks he already was in starting line-up of Banants.[4]

In 2015/16 he was one of the key players of Banants. The club won the Armenian Cup.

Pyunik

On 29 July 2016, Avetisyan signed for Pyunik on a 6-month loan deal,[5] and played almost all the matches in Starting line-up of the club in the first half of 2016/17 season.

On 23 January 2017, he officially was transferred from Banants to Pyunik.[6]

At the beginning of 2018 he was linked to moving to Ukrainian clubs FC Zorya Luhansk [7] and FC Oleksandriya.[8]

Ararat-Armenia

On 27 February 2019, Ararat-Armenia announced the signing of Petros Avetisyan.[9] Avetisyan made his Ararat-Armenia debut on 2 March 2019 in a 4–1 Premier League home win against Ararat Yerevan.[10] He entered the pitch in 55th minute and scored his first Ararat-Armenia goal in 90th minute. In the same season, Avetisyan won to the title of Armenian Premier League with Ararat-Armenia and became champion of Armenia for the first time.[11]

Tobol

On 12 January 2020, Ararat-Armenia announced that Avetisyan had moved to FC Tobol in the Kazakhstan Premier League,[12] with Tobol confirming the signing on 14 January 2020.[13] He made his debut for FC Tobol on 14 March 2020 in Kazakhstan Premier League Matchday 2 fixture against Zhetysu, as a 90th-minute substitute for Serikzhan Muzhikov.[14]

International

Avetisyan made his debut in Armenia U-21 national team on 8 September 2015 in a home match against Romania.

On 3 November 2016 he was called up to Armenian national team for the first time.[15]

On 13 June 2017 he scored his first goal for Armenia U-21 national team as captain. It was against Gibraltar U21 in UEFA U21 Championship Qualifying Round of 2019 in Estádio Algarve, Portugal.[16]

He made his debut for the senior squad on 26 March 2019 in a Euro 2020 qualifier against Finland, as a 74th-minute substitute for Edgar Babayan.[17]

Career statistics

Club

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  Club             Season    League                      National Cup   Continental   Other   Total
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  Division         Apps      Goals                       Apps           Goals         Apps    Goals
  Banants          2014–15   Armenian Premier League     13             1             1       0
  2015–16          22        3                           4              0             -       -
  2016–17          0         0                           0              0             2       0
  Total            35        4                           5              0             2       0
  Pyunik (loan)    2016–17   Armenian Premier League     17             1             2       0
  Pyunik           2016–17   Armenian Premier League     7              1             2       1
  2017–18          15        6                           2              2             2       1
  2018–19          11        2                           1              0             3       0
  Total            33        9                           5              3             5       1
  Ararat-Armenia   2018–19   Armenian Premier League     14             6             2       0
  2017–18          13        3                           1              2             8       3
  Total            27        9                           3              2             8       3
  Tobol            2020      Kazakhstan Premier League   1              0             0       0
  Career total     113       23                          15             5             15      4

  : Appearances and goals by club, season and competition

International

  Armenia national team
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  Year
  2019
  Total

_Statistics accurate as of match played 18 November 2019_[19]

Honours

Club

BANANTS

-   Armenian Cup Winner: 2015-16
-   Armenian Supercup Winner: 2014-15

ARARAT-ARMENIA

-   Armenian Premier League Winner: 2018-19
-   Armenian Supercup Winner: 2019-20

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[6] http://fcbanants.am/petros_avetisyan_7.html

[7] Zorya Luhansk

[8] Alexandria

[9] https://www.facebook.com/araratarmeniafc/photos/a.308333323036832/473145519888944/?type=3&theater

[10] https://www.soccerway.com/matches/2019/03/02/armenia/premier-league/avan-academy/fc-ararat-yerevan/2856953/

[11] https://int.soccerway.com/national/armenia/premier-league/20182019/regular-season/r48391/

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[14] https://int.soccerway.com/matches/2020/03/14/kazakhstan/premier-league/fc-zhetysu-taldykorgan/fc-tobyl-kostanai/3210488/

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title: Petros Avetisyan

question: Who is Petros Avetisyan?

answer: an Armenian football player who currently plays midfielder for the Armenian national team and for Kazakhstan Premier League club FC Tobol.

question: Where was Petros Avetisyan born?

answer: Yerevan

question: When was Petros Avetisyan born?

answer: 7 January 1996

question: When was Petros Avetisyan first called to the Armenian national team?

answer: 3 November 2016

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: Petros Avetisyan is an Armenian football player who currently plays midfielder for the Armenian national team and for Kazakhstan Premier League club FC Tobol.


text:
Liquid bubbles fall from the eyes of her precious face. Such a vast expression of desperate sadness that it over fills and pours out, splashing into the ground below and soaking the Earth in sadness. It cuts a path through the swirling rainbows of petrol staining the driveway. Her shaky knees bend and she falls. An electrical storm of emotion brews in her mind and manifests in the tempest above, as rain joins her tears in soaking the ground she tread so lightly on before. Darkness encapsulates her mind, and the world shifts to manifest the raw thought she desperately clings to. Shards of gravel cut into her skin, and a vivid red joins the liquid sadness in a race to fall into the drain on the curb.

A tunnel appears in her mind as an escape, a path to bliss, to happiness. She stands, and the world crumbles beneath her. Soon, nothing but darkness surrounds her, and the absence of stimulation drives her mind toward vivid visuals. Immediately, a burst of color hits her from behind and carries her toward a blue light in the distance. Riding the beam, it begins to morph, and it becomes a large flowing whale, with colors glossing its mirrored skin. Spikes form and fall from its body. As she approaches the blue, it devours the shards of light and grows into a vast ocean. The swirling stream of colors smashes into the ocean, and a liquid cool surrounds her. Sparks fly overhead as the color explodes over the surface. Yet it remains silent. She bathes her mind in the deep waters. The multicolored light remaining takes on the properties of a fluid, and dissipates into the blue. Vivid currents stir the water and it is brought to life.

She becomes the heart of the ocean. It flows around her, protecting her. Streams of color remain, and pierce the dark waters. A fortress forms, and she knows nothing can harm her. The beams of light are weightless, and as she breathes in, they flow into her lungs and penetrate her very essence. She is overcome with the weightlessness, and a pure euphoria trickles in through her spine, and begins to layer her mind. Soon, nothing is left in the dark waters to keep it animated, and it trickles off. None remains. Though it is dark once again, she is glowing, and a pure white overtakes her as she removes herself from her body to become the light. The nothingness turns into the shards of the world she left behind, and soon reassemble into the ever so distant scene she left behind. She merges back into her mind, and the color fades. However, the feeling of bliss remains, and she opens her eyes. She stands. The rain cools her skin, and she looks toward the sky. A serenity overtakes her, and she drifts back toward the door. Nothing will bring her down. She is impervious to the world.

title: Impervious - a short story about dealing with overwhelming emotion.

question: In what setting does this transpire?

answer: It appears the narrator is outdoor in the rain and overwhelmed with emotions.

question: Who is the narrator?

answer: A female going through melancholic emotions.

question: Is the narrator in a trance-like state?

answer: No, she's just overwhelmed with a cascade of emotions.

question: Is the narrator alone?

answer: Yes, it can be inferred from the story that she's alone.

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer: It appears the narrator is in a driveway drenched in the rain as a swirl of emotions cascades through her. Her tears blend with the rain as her knees give way, and she falls to the ground. Sad emotions overwhelm her for a while, but she eventually repels them, and serenity takes over her. She opens her eyes, stands, and drifts back towards the door with a determined resolve.


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You are under attack.

Period.

Let that sink in for a second. Let all your doubts and reasons to not attack you fade out and just acknowledge that maybe, you are under attack.

I'm going to be a specifically vague as possible, but as you walk through life maybe you've stepped on a bug. Imagine for a second if that bug could have alerted you to it's presence so small and out of your immediate vision. Would you still have stepped on it, had it asked you not to?

So don't immediately take whatever is going on personally.

However, in my experience, the above example is very rare. You don't need theory right now you need practical application and I've wasted almost three parts on describing your environment.

You already know your environment.

So on to application.

The year is 2013 and if you live in the Americas there is a 90% chance that whatever is happening to you is technological. This is actually good news but where you are right now you don't believe it and here's why:

  If it's technological that means someone (or something) is controlling a device that makes you miserable and it is intentional.

Don't try and rationalize why anyone would do this anymore then you would try and rationalize why a child might burn an ant with a magnifying glass.

When mankind uncovered the secret of nuclear energy the first thing they did was make a bomb, not a reactor.

Calm your tits.

This is a fight taking place in your mind, and on your home turf, you have the advantage. Believe that. You have to know that.

Do you know that yet? Tough shit, here's how we're going to shut those voices up.

 Technological assault usually occurs in one of two ways: Passively and actively.

Passive attacks resemble a continuous loop. You can't talk to it, you can't reason with it, it's just a voice in your head repeating something over and over. This usually starts quietly and over time the volume is gradually increased until the voices are deafening in your mind. You might even notice it fading in and out. This is the tuning process. These are the last quiet moments your going to know for awhile and I'm sorry. Once they know they have you tuned they may increase the volume and number of voices and loops almost infinitely. If you need an example imagine your father saying "Your a piece of shit" over and over, every second of every day, playing just for you in your mind. Then add a friends voice "He's such a pathetic mess" over and over, layered on top of your fathers voice. Continue until either you collapse mentally via a nervous breakdown or in a more extreme case, kill yourself.

Most likely the voice will be recognizable as someone close to you, someone whom you respect and or desire respect or attention from. Use of family members is not out of the question, but it's not them. This voice is not them. This is a recording used out of context and played over and over again on a machine. If you are religious in any sense it is not out of the question that looped voices will be implied to be Gods or Devils depending on the contexts of your faith. Read the above line again and again and again. Come to terms with that line.

Show a cellphone to someone who's never seen it before and they'll believe you. Tell someone about a cellphone who's never seen one before and most likely they won't.

That's how this works you see. What you don't know can hurt you and you've been kept in the dark on purpose.

But seriously, calm you tits cause we're getting through this.

Assuming this is all they're up to at this time you can literally adjust your receiver. Seriously. Imagine the voices like a radio transmission (which they basically are) and your antennae is tuned to that frequency. Take your little imaginary hand and start working dials in your head. Try turning the volume down. Perfect, but that won't last for long they can increase the volume.

But now you know you can change the volume, so why not the channel? Reach your little imaginary hand into your head and change the channel, maybe even try to turn it off, but don't ever convince yourself it's off. Whether you like it or not you are always on. You don't know it yet but your exercising the parts of your brain your going to need to shut these voices down on the permanent. Patience.

This also will only be temporary. The silence provided by changing the channel will allow you to live your life. When they acknowledge that you are being successful, or achieving goals, or being social again they'll know they've lost the connection and they'll look for another. If your lucky, perhaps, they'll just move on to someone else. Keep tabs of your friends, because they exist in your social sphere and therefor anyone testing gear on you will also be aware of who your with and who your around and it's easier to start over locally then to find whole new test subjects.

Hopefully you found this guide at this time in your life, it'll take some of the surprise out of what may be happening next.

This also ends basics. From here on out we're getting complicated and there's no net, seat-belts, or ejector seat.

I tried to warn you.

I told you this wasn't for beginners.

title: This is Not a Guide for Beginners (Part 2)

question: What is this story about?

answer: Methods online trolls use to get under your skin.

question: Who does the narrator address?

answer: The reader.

question: What is the narrator attempting to warn the reader about?

answer: How online tools will be used for psychological manipulation.

question: When is this story set?

answer: 2013.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: The story is a set of instructions for how to survive an online psychological attack. The narrator explains that such attacks will become more common.