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As I sat next to the bed of one of my wounded, I happened to see our chief surgeon, in his blood-stained apron signaling me to come to him. I got up, leaving my wounded man asleep. The surgeon’s rigid posture and grave face told me all I needed to know.

"How is he?" I asked

The surgeon shook his head. "His wound became infected, probably not long after he received it. The leg’s so thoroughly diseased that not even amputation could save him. He's gone."

I sighed. "How long?"

"No more than 10 minutes"

There was a silent pause. The surgeon hung his head low. "I’ll get some morphine. It'll help ease the pain," he muttered. With that, he departed. I went back to the wounded man, and sat back down at his bedside. As I looked over him, I realized that the descriptor of "Man" was not an apt one, for it was clear that he was no more than 19 years of age. I knew he was from Maryland, probably a farmhand from the west of the state. When he first arrived, it seemed like he would make it out of here alive. But now, it was clear the infection had taken its toll. His once broad chest has shriveled, and his bronze complexion had faded to a sickly pale color. His bandaged leg emitted an incredibly foul odour of decay, and the spot where the wound was leaked a green liquid through the layers of gauze and cloth. As I sat by his bedside, his deeply sunken eyes blinked opened, and he turned his head towards me. A faint smile appeared on his thin, gray lips, and in a raspy voice, he croaked "What's the news, nurse?"

It took me a moment to muster the courage to tell him the news.

"The surgeon tells me you'll die today. He took it in without fear; the soldiers always do. "How long?" He asked.

"Not more than 20 minutes."

With a deep sigh, he closed his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Now fix me."

I pinned his feet together by his stockings; for that was the way we laid out corpses. I straightened his body out, and put his head on his pillow. Shedding a tear of grief upon his pale face, I bade him goodbye. The surgeon returned by this time, and he administered the dying man a shot of morphine. He began to softly call out the names of his loved ones in a dreamy, delirious voice, no doubt convinced that they were there beside him. After a few minutes, the calling stopped. I glanced at him one last time. His face had become as pleasant as if he were asleep in his own home. In a few minutes, he was gone. His body was placed in a plain oak coffin, and loaded onto a wagon to take his body away.

And it was many a time the boys fixed themselves that way before they die.

Edit: added edits suggested by crazytallguy (see his comment).

title: [HF] Now Fix Me

question: Of what is the soldier dying?

answer: Gangrene.

question: Why does the narrator think the loved ones of the dying man are near him?

answer: He calls out their names.

question: What are the soldier's last conversational words?

answer: He asks the nurse what the news is, and asks the narrator to fix him.

question: What is "fixing" him?

answer: Pinning his feet by his stockings.

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer: The narrator is visiting a dying soldier. The teenager seemed like he would make it when he entered, until an infection took hold. Now the soldier prepares to die. The doctor administers a shot of morphine and the narrator listens to him say the names of his loved ones as he passes on.


split: train

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KRASNAYA GORA () is an urban-type settlement in Bryansk Oblast, Russia. It is the administrative center of Krasnogorsky District.

History

First mentioned in 1387 as a guard settlement. Listed in the chronicle “List of Russian cities far and near”. In 1648 Popov Gora hosted a fight between Cossacks of Bohdan Khmelnytsky and six thousandth detachment of Polish Hetman Vishnevetzky.

In the past century, Popova Gora was sotnia center Popogorskoy hundreds and parish center Popovogorskoy parish. Since 1929 - the regional center. Since 1968 it is settlement of urban type.

Ecological problems

As a result of the Chernobyl disaster on April 26, 1986, part of the territory of Bryansk Oblast has been contaminated with radionuclides (mainly Gordeyevsky, Klimovsky, Klintsovsky, Krasnogorsky, Surazhsky, and Novozybkovsky Districts). In 1999, some 226,000 people lived in areas with the contamination level above 5 Curie/km², representing approximately 16% of the oblast's population.

Category:Urban-type settlements in Bryansk Oblast Category:Chernigov Governorate

title: Krasnaya Gora, Krasnogorsky District, Bryansk Oblast

question: What is Krasnaya Gora?

answer: an urban-type settlement

question: Where is Krasnaya Gora located?

answer: In Bryansk Oblast, Russia

question: What was first mentioned of Krasnaya Gora?

answer: It was first mentioned as a guard settlement in 1387.

question: Summarize the ecological problem affecting Bryansk Oblast.

answer: As a result of the Chernobyl disaster, part of the territory has been contaminated with radionuclides.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: Krasnaya Gora is an urban type of settlement in Bryansk Oblast, Russia dating back to the 14th century. Part of the territory is now affected from the 1986 Chernobyl disaster as it has been contaminated with radionuclides.


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***House of Ypres***

     Everything was falling apart; the walls were melting, the roofs were blown away, the ground was littered with decaying wood and the scent of burning flesh. The scene was devastating for all those who would come across it in the near future – though I didn’t suspect that anyone would vacation here anytime soon. I just sat there dumbfounded, and staring at the destroyed surroundings that vaguely resembled the life I had just yesterday. However fate was cruel, and so were the Angels.
     As I sat there on the verge of tears there was a noise. It was a soft, faint wailing coming from somewhere nearby. I could almost pinpoint the direction but the noise was far too quiet for me to be exact, so I just started walking in the approximate area of the sad sound. The noise stopped and I was about to turn around and start looking elsewhere until it started again.
     Maybe I shouldn’t say it started *again*. This noise was so completely different than the soft cries I heard just moments ago. This sound was terrifying and ear-piercing, and it almost seemed to be saying *hurry, why is it taking so long for you to find me?* Suddenly all my senses were sharp and strong and now the location of the loud, urgent sound became obvious. I rushed over to a pile of wood that had somehow managed to escape unburned, but torn beyond repair. I moved the top wooden plank and a bright lighted shined up at my unsuspecting face.
     This light was violet and warm. It reminded me of the caring embrace of a loved family member after not having seen each other for a long period of time.
     “What in the world…” I trailed off as the light shone brighter and started to move. It began to stir and shift as if it were some living creature that the light had created, and as it turns out, it was. A little silver feline with a black tipped tail emerged, and when it was completely free it jumped off of the pile of rubble and sat on the packed dirt. It looked at me simply, as if it hadn’t just come out of a floating ball of purple light. I turned my attention back to the light – and rightly so for it began to move, rising upwards until it was at eye level with me. Out of nowhere, and without any warning signs, the light flared up to what I had to assume was full brightness, and then started fading until it had fully disappeared.
     Totally stunned and unsure of how to proceed, I turned to the little silver cat who was still staring at me as if it were expecting something. This was all too weird so I had decided to start walking. I didn’t have anywhere to go and I didn’t even know which direction was north, but I didn’t really care.  I just wanted to be anywhere but here. Everyone I knew and everything I cherished had been blown to smithereens.
     I walked through a puddle, and heard something splash through it, a few paces behind me. With liquid rimming my eyes I turned around and furiously stomped my way over to the fragile looking animal that was no more than five feet away from me. With each footstep a cloud of dust surrounded my feet, and when I came to a stop, the dust settled.
     “What do you want from me, huh?” I practically screamed at the cat. “I can’t feed you or take care of you. I don’t even know what you are! So stop following me!”
     I had to stop, take a breath, and wipe away the tears that had fallen without my permission. I knew that the poor cat had nothing to do with the current circumstances of my village or myself but I needed someone or something to blame, something to scream at. *I just need someone to tell me that this feeling won’t last forever and that things will go back to normal soon*, I thought.
     “So basically you want someone to lie to you,” the cat responded in a somewhat uninterested fashion.
     “That’s not what I mea—” I stopped abruptly. That cat just *responded* to me. What’s more, it responded to my *thoughts*. It took everything I had not to pass out right then and there; I even grabbed my stomach thinking that I was definitely going to lose my lunch.
     “Oh stop being a wuss,” it mumbled under its breath. “My name is Sinister and I am one of the most highly respected female felines in the Kingdom.
     My head was spinning out of control; I had lost my tongue, and my ability to move and everything seemed so far away. I was too confused, too stunned by all of this that I couldn’t function in the slightest.
     “What’s wrong?” Sinister asked chuckling to herself. “Cat got your tongue?”
     Somehow that tasteless joke was what triggered my body to start again, though I was still a little shaky.
     “I’m dreaming,” I said softly. “That’s all.”
     “Oh, c’mon,” she chimed, “A dream? That’s so cliché. No dear, I’m real, and so are the Angels who sent me.”
     “Angels?” my head perked up. Finally something familiar, something I knew, although it wasn’t necessarily a good thing. The Angels are evil. *They bombed my village*, I thought angrily.
     “No, no, no,” she shook her head furiously. “You better be careful what you think dear, they hear it all.”
     I turned and started walking again. I didn’t care what ‘they’ heard, I was angry and broken and I would think whatever I wanted. Besides it would be indecent to look into others thoughts.
     “The Angels who sent me are the real Angels,” Sinister continued. “The ‘Angels’ here are nothing but humans with unique powers that create chaos and destruction and pass themselves off as immortals. It wasn’t a bad idea, only now the real Angels are upset.”
     For the umpteenth time today I was completely lost. The real Angels? There’s only one group of Angels, they ruled this place, and they’re evil. I thought I was so sure about this fact, so why did I suddenly doubt what I knew? I sat down on the hard ground and leaned on the side of a house that now, literally, only had one side.
     “Listen, that purple ball of light wasn’t just light, it was power,” she said quickly, obviously taking advantage of the doubt that she most definitely read in my thoughts. “I came out of it but I’m not the only thing it was carrying. They gave you a gift.”
     “No, they gave me a talking, mind-reading cat,” I threw back at her.
     “They gave you an *intelligent*, talking, mind-reading cat,” she corrected. “And that’s not all they gave you. I said the light was power, don’t you want to know where that power disappeared to?”
     I didn’t. I really didn’t want to know any more than I already did. This was far too much for me to handle alone – but who would I tell? Nothing was normal anymore, so maybe it would be better to adapt. I was also a little curious. I shook my head.
     “Where did it go?” I asked, clearly not actually wanting an answer.
     “The power went into you,” she said softly as if not to break the thin layer of calm that I wrapped around myself, and she was right to do so.
     I froze, also afraid of disturbing not only my mask of calm but my sanity which was currently hanging in the balance. *Power?* I thought, *but why?*
     At this the cat flicked her tail and gave me a smile that made me understand exactly why they called her Sinister, “For revenge of course.”

title: I'm a grade 10 art school student looking for some positive criticism on my short story about a cat.

question: Why does the narrator become angry with the cat?

answer: Although she shouts at the cat, she knows that the cat isn't responsible for her plight, but she needs something to blame for her current circumstances.

question: How does she communicate with the cat?

answer: The cat can read her mind and is capable of transmitting its own thoughts to her

question: What is the cat's purpose?

answer: The cat has been sent by the Angels to help the narrator to take revenge

question: Why do the real Angels want the narrator to take revenge?

answer: They are angry because humans pretended to be Angels and then wrought destruction on the land.

question: Write a ~17 sentence summary.

answer:
The Narrator looks around at the scenes of devastation. Just yesterday life had been normal but the cruel Angels had changed that. She hears a sound, at first soft crying and then a terrifying ear-piercing shriek. It is coming from a pile of wood. She lifts the top plank – beneath it a warm violet light. The light shifts and she sees a little silver feline jump from the floating ball of light.

She walks away and the cat follows. She turns around in anger and asks the cat what it wants. It soon becomes clear that the cat can communicate with her mind to mind. The cat’s name is Sinister and the Angels have sent her.

But the Angels had blown up everything that the narrator held dear. The cat corrects her. It was not the real angels that caused the devastation. The destruction was caused by humans calling themselves angels. The cat tells her that the purple ball of light that she had seen was not just light but power. The narrator now has the power. She must use it to take revenge.


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Hello r/shortstories! I am currently experimenting in creative writing and have so far written this little piece to start off. Comments and feedback are greatly appreciated.

Her hair gently sided as the howling gale crept through the boarded windows. Ever since the invasion it started to snow and it never stopped. She took refuge in a motor parts warehouse after the pathetic attempt to protect her home. While the world desperately was busy recovering from an economic meltdown, the invaders above us prepared their vast army for a devastating attack. Her grandparents that were separated from her after the destruction of their house would tell her about a day where race would not matter, gender would not make a difference and love was their strongest weapon. That day never came, not yet.
“Where is the love now?” she whispered to herself seated inside a semi, fondling with her handgun.
She had been alone in the warehouse for days and the only thing relatively close to love is when her pistol barrel is faced towards the enemy’s face. She kept count of the hell she brought to the invaders whenever they approached the warehouse- three to be exact. Despite the invaders’ hefty size and treacherous nature, it was no match against the young lady with so many specialties. Her knowledge of Tai kwon do gave her the ability to approach the invaders in close quarter combat when needed (so far not needed yet) and being in scouts gave her the advantage of tracking enemies before they could get too close. Oh, and being prom queen in high school a few years ago made her quite attractive.  Poor things never saw what was coming at them before it was too late.
As days passed she grew an unimaginable hunger that was never experienced before. Anything sounded good at that point. Staying alert throughout the night really drained her from sleep which did not help either. There was a supermarket a few blocks away from where she had taken refuge. She knew with the strength she had, she would only live one or two more days, max. So putting on layer upon layer of whatever “clothing” she found around the warehouse from ripped apart leather seats to padded head rests and boots made exactly for apocalyptic days like these; she prepared to venture out into the violent blizzard. Her vision was blinded by the reflection of the snow once outside. Although the intense cold made her instantly begin to lose feelings in her feet and hands, she felt happy she was outside again.
Upon arrival, she looked up to see the once automatic door now laid on the ground with the glass shattered everywhere. Taking just a few steps into the store she catches a lonely shopping cart tilted over just waiting for someone to pick it up and use it again. Her gloves stuck on the plastic handle for a second after placing it back on its wheels. Realizing the cold could literally freeze anything together she quickly resumed her task. Going through aisle after aisle, she swept the canned foods into her cart as if it was black Friday at Wal Mart. There was no one competing with her but yet she had the urge to go fast and get out fast.  Fast until something caught the corner of her eye. Standing absolutely still, a black figure noticed her existence and standing on its powerful hind legs it turned to face her. Neither beings moved. It became incredibly difficult to breathe and all she could think of was how stupid of her not to scout what the surroundings were like before going in. Almost like a contest to see who moved first sweat dropped from her “v” shaped chin. Did time freeze? No. Her heart beat increased uncontrollably; so fast that she felt if it went any faster her heart was going to explode. The sight of such an abomination, saliva dripping from it’s razor jaw. Its eyes so dark she felt lost just looking into them. The creature roared a roar so loud a box of cereal fell over beside her feet, and with a monstrous step forward the brawl began. A sinister snicker spread across her face until it matured into a crazed laughter, she reached for the handgun strapped on her waist with the initials “P.G” forged on the handle in italics. Love.

title: Days Come and Go

question: What are the major events of the story?

answer: The narrator hides inside a motor parts warehouse. She has been hiding for days, she is hungry and weak. She ventures into the blizzard to the supermarket closest to the warehouse, layering in everything she could find to wear against the freezing cold outside. She fills her cart with canned foods and then spots the black creature looking right at her. They brawl, she uses her handgun.

question: Who are the characters?

answer: The narrator is a woman with Tai kwon do skills, scouts training and prom queen looks. She is challenged by invaders which she defeats easily, and also a black creature with a razor jaw.

question: Describe the time period in which the story takes place.

answer: Post-apocalyptic, with a severe blizzard.

question: Why is the narrator separated from her grandparents?

answer: Her grandparents were separated from her after the destruction of their house.

question: Write a ~5 sentence summary.

answer: A woman hides alone inside a motor parts warehouse, she has killed multiple invaders to keep this position. She has been hiding for days, she is hungry and weak. She ventures into the blizzard to the supermarket closest to the warehouse, layering in everything she could find against the freezing cold outside. She fills her cart with canned foods and then spots the black creature looking right at her. They brawl, she uses her handgun and notes the initials on the handle.


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The Beginning

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why is that a problem, sir?"

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

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

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

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

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

"What is it then?"

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

The boy nods.

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

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

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

The boy is too stunned to speak.

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

The boy shakes his head no.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He leads the revolution.

title: The Beginning

question: Why is the boy still anxious despite being five minutes early?

answer: Because he has a lot of activities lined up back to back and doesn't want to be late.

question: What might have happened if the boy just let the man walk away with his quarter?

answer: The boy wouldn't awaken to new thoughts and ideas. He wouldn't get the book and wouldn't be leading any revolution.

question: What is the point of no return for the boy?

answer: When he called out to the man again after getting his coin back.

question: Why was the man harsh and offensive towards the boy when he challenged his beliefs?

answer: The man probably saw something in the boy and knew that with the right push, he can do great things.


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NORMAN HARDING (25 June 1929 – 9 December 2013) was an English trade unionist and tenants' leader who worked for the Workers Revolutionary Party whilst living in London.[1] He published the book, _Staying Red: Why I Remain a Socialist_, in 2005, which detailed his political activities from 1954 to 1985.

Early years

Born on 25 June 1929, Harding grew up in Shakespeare Street, Leeds, across from St. James's Hospital. His father was an engineer, but during the 1930s recession, had to take part-time work on the railways. His mother worked in a mill, and Harding remembered that she secured a wage rise for the mill workers by taking the advice of her father, which was to kick the belt off the pulley which powered the looms.[2] His father played piano, singing in public houses to supplement the family's income, but also sang at Leeds Town Hall in a production of Handel's _Messiah_, and with the Huddersfield Choral Society.

In 1935, the Harding family moved to 4 Accommodation Road, Leeds, with the young Harding attending York Road School. After the outbreak of World War II, the family were moved to 93 Poole Crescent, Cross Gates, where his mother obtained the position of managing the small Pendas Way railway station, at Manston, Leeds, which was part of the Leeds/Wetherby Railway route. Her duties included loading and unloading heavy parcels, and releasing homing pigeons from baskets.[3] In 1943, at fourteen years of age, Harding left Cross Gates school, and after various jobs started work as a trimmer at John Barran's clothing factory.

National service and politics

Harding was called up for National Service after the war, completing his basic training at RAF Padgate, RAF Honiley, Castle Bromwich, and Hereford. He was then sent to Hamburg to serve in the RAF's 5352 Wing at Hamburg's Fuhlsbüttel airport, which was involved with the Berlin Airlift.[4] He made friends with German families in the area, even though fraternisation was forbidden.

After being demobbed, he became a delegate for the Leeds No. 2 branch of the National Union of Tailors and Garment Workers, and then a delegate for the Leeds City Labour Party. (Harding's great-uncle became a member of IWW (Industrial Workers of the World) when he was working in Canada).[5] In 1957, already being a member of the Cross Gates Ward Labour Party, Harding joined the Cross gates Tenants' and Householders' Association,[6] and edited a community newspaper, the '’Miner'’. In the 1970s, he moved to London, and would live there for twenty years, working for the Socialist Labour League (later called the Workers Revolutionary Party). His opposition to corruption in the Party led him to participate in the expulsion of leader Gerry Healy, in 1985. Initially accused of “non-communist relations”, it was later reported that Healy had sexually assaulted over twenty-six female comrades.[7][8]

Marriage and authorship

After time spent in Australia during 1986, he returned to Leeds, staying at the house of his brother's ex-wife and her four children, at 40 Eastwood Crescent, Swarcliffe. During a holiday in Sliema, Malta, he proposed marriage to her on 3 June 1988, and were married on 5 August of the same year, when Harding was 58 years old. In 1994, Harding was diagnosed with a psychological medical condition, so he and his wife moved from Swarcliffe to Garforth, before moving to a bungalow in Micklefield. He published the book, _Staying Red: Why I Remain a Socialist_, in 2005.[9][10] It has been called “the only serious, autobiographical-historical, sustained approach to the story of the Socialist Labour League/Workers Revolutionary Party so far”.

In 2007, the Leeds Tenants' Federation awarded Harding a glass plaque for “outstanding contributions to the community”.[11] In 2008, it was reported that Harding was working on a book about the Leeds-born Doris Storey; the winner of two Olympic swimming gold medals at the 1938 British Empire Games in Sydney, Australia.[12] Harding lived at Woodview Court,[13] Swarcliffe, with his wife, until his death in December 2013.[14][15]

Notes

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title: Norman Harding

question: Why is Norman Harding considered important?

answer: Norman Harding was a proud Socialist who was awarded a glass plaque in Leeds for 'outstanding contributions to the community'. His opposition to corruption in the Worker's Revolution Party lead to the expulsion of leader Gerry Healy, who had sexually assaulted 26 female comrades.

question: What does the text say about Harding's military career?

answer: Norman was called for national service during World War II, and served in the RAF, he was sent to Hamburg where he made friends with local German families, even though it was against the rules.

question: What did Norman's brother think about Norman proposing to his ex-wife?

question: Why was Norman considered a hero of his community?

answer: It seems as though throughout his life Norman was not someone who followed the rules but was always in favor of supporting the working man. He was someone who worked hard to support those around him, a family man and an activist.


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00:15 docPhillips_: How are you feeling?
00:18 adam10_: i think im having delusions weird texts from a guy named with my old username
00:18 docPhillips_: Oh, yeah.. Hey don't worry about that - it's part of the tests we told you about.
00:19 adam10_: no no this is different he types what i'm going to type in the future before i type it!
00:19 docPhillips_: Ok, so the thing is.. Remember the form you signed saying that we could use any data we were able to gather from your surgery?
00:19 adam10_: ya
00:19 docPhillips_: Well, we modeled your brain in a computer. I guess Dr. Minsky left it on all night. I'm sorry.
00:23 adam10_: no way
00:23 docPhillips_: Yeah, we'll turn it off first thing tomorrow morning.
00:27 adam10_: no u dont understand no not rite this creeps me out
00:27 docPhillips_: Really, I promise, we'll turn it off in the morning. It won't bother you again.
00:30 adam10_: no ur using my brain???!!! thats not rite at all dude im gonna sue ur ass
00:30 docPhillips_: Don't be upset. Look, we'll talk about this in the morning, get it all straightened out.
00:31 adam10_: no im goin to call my lawyer in the am get all over this shit
00:31 docPhillips_: Julia,
00:31 adam10_: dude wrong chat window
00:31 docPhillips_: could you or one of the other nurses turn off adam10_ pls? Thx.
00:31 adam10_: wtf

title: Echo

question: What is adam10_'s first dilemma?

answer: adam10_ is being messaged by adam10, who is able to type what adam10_ is going to say before adam10_ says it.

question: Who is docPhillips?

answer: docPhillips_ is adam10_'s doctor who performed the surgery on adam10_

question: Why did adam10_ have a surgery?

answer: He had a benign brain tumor.

question: Describe the ending of this story.

answer: docPhillips_ accidentally messages adam10_ instead of a nurse to ask the nurse to turn off adam10_.

question: Write a ~5 sentence summary.

answer: Adam10_ is in an online chatroom when the mysterious adam10 starts messaging him. Adam10 messages him things adam10_ wants to say before he can say it. Adam10_ messages the doctor who performed his brain tumor operation, docPhillips_, and expresses his concern over adam10. DocPhillips_ tells him that during surgery they modeled adam10_'s brain in a computer. Adam10_ is upset and asks his doctor to turn off adam10, but his doctor asks his nurse to turn off adam10_ instead.


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PUNE is the second largest city of Maharashtra state, India and is surrounded by the Sahyadri Mountain range. It occupied an important place during the Maratha Empire between 1674 and 1881. Hence, it homes numerous forts and wadas highlighting typical Maratha architecture.[1] Forts are one of the main attractions including Lohagad and Visapur Forts. It also has rich cultural and spiritual history with many temples and ashrams spread across the city. In additional to local adventure and history junkies, Pune also attracts many international tourist because of Osho International Meditation Resort that is located in heart of Pune at Koregaon Park.[2][3]

Tourist attractions in Pune

Museums

-   Darshan Museum
-   Raja Dinkar Kelkar Museum[4]
-   National War Museum
-   Pune Tribal Museum
-   Mahatama Phule Museum[5]
-   Tilak Museum
-   Shivaji Maharaj Museum of Indian History
-   Studio Kaleido
-   Blades of Glory Cricket Museum
-   Joshi's Museum of Miniature Railways
-   National War Museum

Religious Sites in Pune

-   Shreemant Dagdusheth Halwai Sarvajanik Ganpati[Dagdusheth Ganpati, Pune]SHREEMANT DAGDUSHETH HALWAI GANAPATI TEMPLE (Marathi: श्रीमंत दगडूशेठ हलवाई गणपती) in Pune is dedicated to the Hindu God Ganesh. The temple is popular in Maharashtra and is visited by thousands of pilgrims every year.Devotees of the temple include celebrities and Chief Ministers of Maharashtra who visit during the annual ten-day _Ganeshotsav_ festival. The main Ganesh idol is insured for sum of ₹10 million (US$160,000). People are celebrating 125 years of celebration for this Ganapati in the year 2017.
-   ISKCON NVCC Temple
-   Sri Balaji Mandir
-   Sarasbaug Ganpati Temple
-   Chaturshrungi Temple
-   Pu La Deshpande Garden
-   Ranjangaon Ganpati Temple
-   Parvati Temple
-   Katraj Jain Temple
-   Pataleshwar Cave Temple
-   Bhuleshwar Temple
-   Shri Satya Sai Pandurang Kshetra
-   Sant Dnyaneshwar's Samadhi Mandir
-   Morgaon Mayureshwar Temple
-   BAPS Shri Swaminarayan Mandir
-   Ramdara Mandir
-   Trishundha Ganpati Temple
-   Shri Wagheshwar Temple
-   Shree Baba Maharaj Sahsrabuddhe Samadhi Mandir

Park

-   Pu La Deshpande Garden
-   Osho Garden
-   Gram Sanskruti Udyan Village Park
-   Kamla Nehru Park
-   Seven Wonders Dream Park
-   Sambhaji Park.
-   nisargshala

Forts

[A view of Sinhagad Fort]

-   Sinhagad
-   Shaniwar Wada
-   Aga Khan Palace
-   Shivneri
-   Rajgad
-   Torna
-   Purandar
-   Rohida
-   Tung
-   Hadsar
-   Malhargad
-   Koraigad
-   Ghangad
-   Lohagad
-   Visapur Fort
-   Tikona
-   Mohangad
-   Raigad
-   Kenjalgad

Lohagad and Visapur Forts

Lohagad and Visapur Forts are located about 65 km to the west of Pune. The forts were primarily built to boost trade by safeguarding the important trade route through Bhor Ghat. The forts can be easily reached by roadways or railways. Trains are available from Pune to Malavali Railway Station, which is the nearest railways station to these twin forts. One needs to then travel by road to the small village of Lohgad Wadi which lies just next to the forts.[6]

The two forts are unique in their formation and connected together by a ridge which is popularly known as ‘gaymukh’. There are four massive doors on the way to forts. They are named as Ganesh, Narayan, Hanuman and Mahadarwaja. There are some inscriptions that suggest that the Ganesh door was built during the rule of Nana Phadanavis. There is a 1500-meter-long wall that surrounds the fort and is easily visible from a long distance. The width of the wall is 30 meters. On the eastern side of the Lohagad Fort, there is a huge hole that is easily visible by the passing train from a very far distance.

Visapur Fort is located adjacent to Lohagad Fort and one needs to walk around a long wall to get to this unique fort. Visapur Fort was built after Lohagad Fort during 1713–1720 CE by Balaji Vishwanath, who was the first Peshwa of the Maratha Empire. There is a long wall that forms a fortification around Visapur Fort. The hill on which this fort is built is also famous for its historical caves of Bhaje that existed even before the fort was built. These caves are also important for the historians because of their Buddhist connection. There are a few stone houses located on this hill which is believed to the home of Peshwas. Apart from the stone houses and caves, once can also find some iron guns and cannons that give glimpses of the Maratha Rule. A lot of people also come to visit a huge idol of Lord Hanuman on the hill.

With a number of forts in and around Pune there are some trekking places like The Taljai hill, Hanuman tekdi, Vetal tekdi which are most preferred places for treks or for jogging. Khadkawasla, Mulsi and Panshet dams are most visited places during the monsoon, they are like a weekend nature retreat for tourists.

Markets and shopping

[The market at Tulsi Baug]

-   Tulsi Baug
-   Juna Bazar
-   Laxmi Road
-   Phule Market
-   Fashion Street
-   Mahatma Gandhi Road[7]
-   Fergusson College Road
-   Raviwar Peth
-   Hong Kong Lane[8]
-   Appa Balwant Chowk (also known as A.B.C.)
-   Bajirao Road[9]
-   Poolgate Vegetable Market[10]

Malls in Pune

-   Phoenix Marketcity (Pune)
-   Amanora Mall[11]
-   Kumar Pacific Mall
-   Seasons Mall[12]
-   93 Avenue Mall[13]

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title: List of tourist attractions in Pune

question: Why does Pune have a lot of forts?

answer: It used to be an important place during the Maratha Empire's reign from 1674 to 1881.

question: List some of the major tourist attractions in Pune.

answer: The famous twin forts Lohagad and Visapur, as well as the Osho International Meditation Resort.

question: How many museums, religious sites, parks, and forts are there in Pune?

answer: 11 museums, 18 religious sites, 7 parks, and 19 forts.

question: Which forts are the most popular and why?

answer: Lohagad and Visapur Forts. They are unique because a roadway, known as "gaymukh," connects the two forts.

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer: Pune is the second largest city of Maharashta state, India, and is surrounded by the Sahyadri Mountain range. It was an important place during the Maratha Empire between 1674 and 1881. It has many forts from that era, which attract a lot of tourists. Its Osho International Meditation Resort is also a popular destination.


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This is the ending of the first dream I ever remember. It was the only time I ever "met" my grandfather who died six months before I was born. I was three when I had it.

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The air was ephemeral.

It was more of a concept than anyone that young should embrace, but it was. The air, what else could you call it? It was ephemeral. Each breath lasted within the nostrils for only a moment and then they scintillated through his flesh as does daybreak from the pupils. That's all the longer it needed to and then it was gone. Thick and heady, but then only a memory. It was just as the colors, the sounds, the smells...everything; so ephemeral.

The cousins, they bounded off into the distance. They were free, joyous, and ignorant. All of them knew nothing except what was in front of them except one. She looked back. Her eyes filled with fear, resentment, and longing from beneath inky bangs. She wanted what she could never ask for, for what she'd eventually bridle herself with, but for what could never be given. Even she turned away.

"This is your responsibility. I wish I could spare you some of it. It is yours...all of it."

These were ancient words, far older concepts, more than a young mind could bear. The elderly man stooped down among crimson leaves hanging from emerald capped mushrooms beneath lavender skies.

"This is as far as I can bring you. You will have to carry them the rest of the way."

The young boy, still silent, looked to the rest of his party. They were his age and a bit older. They were smarter, wiser, more independent. As they bounded off he wondered what else he could possibly have to offer them. The fear and turmoil was nothing to them. They didn't register the terror as he did. What more guidance could he offer them?

"There are far more my boy. They have much farther to go; much farther than you or I have traveled and much farther than you can imagine. They are your responsibility though. You have to pull them through."

The boy's eyes watered. It was the stress of responsibility and the weight of inevitability. It was the strain weighing on nerves and thoughts which could barely sustain their own mass, much less the heaving of eternity. Yet here it all met. Timelines, seemingly so incongruent yet so inevitable, meeting at the crossroads of ancient history and fate's inexorable rails.

"It isn't fair, I know. We've done the best we can for you, and I admit, it's not enough. I don't think it is enough, but I know it must be enough. You will bring them, not just *them*," nodding to the little girls bounding off to consciousness, "but all of them. It won't be pretty and you probably won't think you'll do it well, but you must believe me -- if you won't believe anyone else --  no one else can do this thing. You will bring them through. You will bring them through the darkness, the forest, the things that they fear, and the things which fear you. Most importantly, only you can bring them through that which you fear most."

That was what broke the dam of tears. That elicited fear and sadness and doubt. The boy shuddered under the weight of this promise. This was the promise which would break anyone, the one not made by a man but made to a man. It incapacitated him, it emancipated him, and still it endowed him with a lifetime of duty.

"In the end this will hurt more than any pain I could inflict," and now the old man began to cry, slow streams of tears down a creased face as he knelt to hold the boys trembling cheeks in his hands for one last time, "but it will save them, it will save me, and most importantly my boy, it will save you."

They embraced. The boy's tiny arms struggled to wrap around the elderly man's withering frame. It was the first time. It was the last time. It was the only time.

The boy looked at him in his somber pinstriped suit. The navy lines barely registered among  the dark charcoal wool which covered him from saddle shod toes to fedora lined brow. The subdued colors shone brightly against the ghastly hued landscape. The boy walked away towards both liberty and incarceration.

Of all the colors he looked back on the only one he could truly remember were those refracted through his grandfather's tears. The light that passed through the drops of his eyes carried everything. They carried hope, doubt, strength, weakness, triumph, and failure. They carried lifetimes. They carried the weight, the eternal weight, the weight no sane man could accept and no honorable man could reject.

Then he awoke. For the first time, he truly awoke.

title: The First Dream's Farewell

question: Summarize what the passage says about the grandfather choosing the narrator.

question: What according to the passage is the grandfather's role?

answer: The grandfather walks the little boy to the last place that he can take him to. As the boy stares into a distance at his fairly older cousin, enjoying, the grandfather instructs him that he would have to take care of them. Grandpa assures the boy that it would hurt more than any pain that he could inflict right now but in the end it would save all of them.

question: Summarize the emotional journey of the little boy.

answer: The boy feels a rush of different emotions throughout the story. When grandpa tells him about his responsibility the boy feels under stress and is also confused about why his grandpa was asking him, someone who is very young, to take care of the elders. As grandpa talks more, the boy breaks down in tears eliciting fear and sadness. He ultimately hugs his grandpa with love.


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WINDELS MARX is a full-service law firm headquartered in New York City. The firm provides a broad-based general legal practice centering on corporate, bankruptcy, litigation, real estate, banking, and other major business practice areas.

History

The firm was created by a merger between Windels, Marx, Davies & Ives, a firm founded in the 1830s, and Lane & Mittendorf.[1] In its infancy, the firm provided a number of integral representations, including litigation defending Thomas Edison's ownership of the creation of the lightbulb[2] and the original incorporation of IBM in the 1920s.

As of 2016, the firm employs approximately 140 legal professionals in four offices, headquartered in the CitySpire Center in New York City, with additional locations in Connecticut and New Jersey.

Rankings and recognition

The firm appears on U.S. News & World Report's annual ranking of top law firms, with particular emphasis on the firm's Banking and Finance practice groups in addition to its Bankruptcy practice.[3]

Windels Marx is regularly featured in the Forbes Legal Blackbook, a compendium of elite law firms recognized for providing critical legal services to major U.S. and global corporations.[4]

Notable professionals and alumni

Reena Raggi, United States Circuit Judge of the U.S. Court of Appeals for the Second Circuit, was formerly a partner of Windels Marx.

Anthony R. Coscia, a partner of the firm, served as Chairman of the National Railroad Passenger Corp. (Amtrak), the Port Authority of New York and New Jersey.

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title: Windels Marx Lane & Mittendorf

question: How can the Windels Marx law firm be described?

answer: This is a law firm that provides a broad-based general legal practice centering on corporate, bankruptcy, litigation, real estate, banking, and other major business practice areas

question: In what areas does this law firm have offices?

answer: The law firm has offices in New York City, Connecticut, and New Jersey.

question: What recognitions has this law firm been given?

answer: This law firm has appeared on the U.S. News and World Report's annual ranking of top law firms. It has also been regularly featured in the Forbes Legal Blackbook.

question: Who are some notable professionals and alumni from Windels Marx law firm?

answer: The notable professionals from this law firm are Reena Raggi, United States Circuit Judge of the U.S. Court of Appeals for the Second Circuit and Anthony R. Coscia who served as Chairman of the National Railroad Passenger Corp.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: This article describes the highly prestigious and reputable law firm, Windels Marx Law Firm. The firm's history as well as its reach are highlighted in the article.


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JOSEPH APUKAI AKINA (June 15, 1856 – March 16, 1920) was a lawyer, politician and minister of the Kingdom of Hawaii and later Territory of Hawaii. He served as a statesman during the reign of Queen Liliʻuokalani and later became the first Speaker of the House of Representatives in the Hawaii Territorial Legislature.

Early life and family

Akina was born on June 15, 1856, of Native Hawaiian and Chinese descent.[1] He resided on Waimea, on the island of Kauai, where he started his career as a lawyer. He was recorded as “one of the best versed Hawaiian scholars”. He married twice. With his first wife, a native Hawaiian woman, he had three children including Mrs. Chris Johnson, Lillian Keaki Kawai Akina (born December 25, 1885), who married William Volney Hardy, and Edwin Hiku Akina, chief quartermaster at Camp Dewey in Brooklyn, New York. With his second wife, he had three other children.[2]

Political career

In the election of 1892, Akina was elected as a member of the House of Representatives, the lower house of the Hawaiian legislature, for his home district of Waimea, Kauai. He ran as candidate for the Reform Party, which was dominated by the conservatives parts of the government, and defeated National Liberal candidate E. L. Kauai and Independent candidate A. P. Kalaukoa for the seat, but the Blount Report later listed him as a member of the National Liberal party.[3] From May 28, 1892 to January 14, 1893, the legislature of the Kingdom convened for an unprecedented 171 days, which later historian Albertine Loomis dubbed the “Longest Legislature”.[4] This session was characterized by a series of resolutions of want of confidence ousting a number of Queen Liliʻuokalani's appointed cabinet ministers and debates over the passage of the controversial lottery and opium bills. The monarchy was overthrown and the Queen deposed soon after the commencement of the 1892–93 session.

Shortly after the overthrow, Akina became a delegate of Kauai for the Hui Aloha ʻĀina (Hawaiian Patriotic League), a patriotic group founded to protest the overthrow and the attempts to annex Hawaii to the United States. This organization represented the case of the monarchy and the Hawaiian people to the United States Commissioner James Henderson Blount who was sent by President Grover Cleveland to investigate the overthrow.[5]

After the establishment of the Territory of Hawaii, Akina became a member of the Home Rule Party which consisted of former royalists and Native Hawaiian leaders during the monarchy such as Robert William Wilcox who was elected the first Congressional Delegate from Hawaii under the Home Rule ticket. In 1901, Akina was elected to the inaugural Territorial Legislature established after the Hawaiian Organic Act as a Representative from the Sixth District.[6] He presided as the first Speaker of the House of Representatives in the Hawaii Territorial Legislature while Frederick William Kahapula Beckley Jr. was Vice-Speaker.

Later life and death

After his political career, Akina was ordained as a pastor on June 7, 1908. He preached in the Waimea and Hanapepe area and was a minister for the Hawaiian church at Waimea.[7] It was reported: “His ability and intelligence, as well as fertility of resource, will add much to the Kauai ministry.”[8]

In 1918, he resigned his pastorship of the Waimea Church and moved to Honolulu to enter business.[9] On March 16, 1919, he was appointed to the Territorial Board of Health as a herb specialist to keep records on the use and practice of traditional Hawaiian herbal medicine and served in this post until his death.[10]

Akina died at his home in the neighborhood of Kalihi on March 16, 1920. He was buried at the cemetery of the Kawaiahaʻo Church.[11][12] Akina Street in Kalihi, Honolulu is named after him.

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question: Who is Joseph Apukai Akina?

answer: He was a lawyer, politician, and minister of the Kingdom of Hawaii and later Territory of Hawaii. He served as a statesman during the reign of Queen Liliʻuokalani and later became the first Speaker of the House of Representatives in the Hawaii Territorial Legislature.

question: Where did Akina reside when he started his career as a lawyer?

answer: Waimea, on the island of Kauai

question: Why was the Hawaiian monarchy overthrown?

answer: There was a loss of confidence towards a number of Queen Liliʻuokalani's appointed cabinet ministers and debates over the passage of the controversial lottery and opium bills.

question: What did Akina do after his political career?

answer: He was ordained as a pastor on June 7, 1908. He preached in the Waimea and Hanapepe area and was a minister for the Hawaiian church at Waimea.

question: Write a ~5 sentence summary.

answer: Joseph Apukai Akina (June 15, 1856 – March 16, 1920) was a lawyer, politician, and minister of the Kingdom of Hawaii and later Territory of Hawaii. He served as a statesman during the reign of Queen Liliʻuokalani and later became the first Speaker of the House of Representatives in the Hawaii Territorial Legislature.  After his career in politics ended, he became an ordained pastor on June 7, 1908, and was minister of the Hawaiian church at Waimea. Akina resigned as pastor in 1918 and moved to Honolulu, where he was appointed to the Territorial Board of Health as a herb specialist until his death on March 16, 1920. Akina Street in Kalihi, Honolulu is named after him.


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I think it was after I entered the door that I realized I wasn’t in a reality I could cope with. For some odd reason I felt as if I hadn’t gone through the door, yet I clearly remember going through it. The door which was of a matter I couldn’t quite piece together. It seemed to be a dark-ish kind of colouring. Yet, somehow, it seemed to eat up all the light around it. As if it was darkness incarnate. The moment I opened the door I knew it had been a mistake and that I shouldn’t have fed my curiosity. Something goaded me to go through it, though.

After I went through the door, my perception was altered. I knew nothing would be what it had been previously. The reality I had once known had forever shifted. I wasn’t sure if I would be able to cope with this new reality once I left the door. The door seemed to exist on another plane, not quite the same plane of existence I had been in my entire life. I knew once I returned no one would believe the things I saw, the horrors that lived in the door.

When I first started traveling the infinite expanses of my mind I had stumbled upon a great many of things, none quite like this door. When I first saw it I thought that it had led nowhere and much to my horror this door did in fact lead nowhere. I think the door led me into itself, which in turn created a portal that would never close. It seemed that whenever I dosed off, that same portal starts to suck me back in. Tilting the very fabric of my physical world, the equilibrium I had once known was now ever shifting.

I began to regret my decision to travel through the door. I began to wonder if the saying that curiosity killed the cat was meant for people like me and that cat was a code word for sanity. The line in which people call the line of time began overlapping itself in my world. I began to wonder if time still existed in my reality. Things began to become a blur, it wasn’t the kind of blur you can fix with glasses. This kind of blur was a blur that wasn’t really there, yet somehow I saw it and it made everything fuzzy.

I began to wonder how many times I could enter the door and return. How long would it be before I lost my way back? The sanity I had once held so dear to me was now just a figment of my own imagination, much like the door. The door, by all technicalities didn’t exist, but who says something needs to exist for it to be made a reality.

title: The Door

question: List some possible interpretations for what is happening to the Narrator.

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- hallucinating through self-induced methods or induced by a third party

- suffering from a severe mental illness (such as Alzheimer's) and the door is a metaphor for what the narrator is experiencing

- discovered a way to unlock the inner recesses of the mind/subconscious and is unable to properly comprehend what it contains. The narrator becomes unable to distinguish reality, memories, imagination, and the actual experience of actually being in the midst of their thoughts.

- entered an actual portal that comes in the shape of what can be called a door; the portal probably leads to some strange dimension that cannot be properly conceived by the human mind (non-euclidean geometry, non-linear timeline, etc). One line hints at a possible Lovecraftian inspiration to the tale ("horrors that lived in the door"), while these horrors are never mentioned again, the mention of the narrator losing their sanity alludes to this thematic style.

question: When does the narrator enter the door?

answer: The narrator mentions that they are sucked into the portal whenever they fall sleep.

question: Why did the narrator enter the door?

answer: Curiosity (this concept is mentioned at first and reinforced later on), as well as what appears to be a compulsion influenced by an external factor (as per the line "something goaded me").

question: Is it safe to pass through the door?

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No. There appears to be an immediate danger to a person's mental health, and there is also a possibility of being trapped within.

The narrator has repeated and emphasized that what they considered as sanity is now long gone, though their ability to communicate their thoughts shows they still have a significant degree of self-awareness. Perhaps the narrator is not best judge of how sanity is measured, but they are certainly suffering from some form of severe mental stress.

In detail, except for how it affects mental processes, it appears that the door does not directly affect the physiology of the human body. The narrator has no mention of how the body is affected at all, hinting that there is no noticeable change to be spoken about. Also, the narrator has gone through the door many times without ill effects to the body.

What the narrator does fear is that they may reach the point when they can never come back from the door. It may mean reaching limits of what the mind can handle (if they lose their mind and are no longer themselves, then they are technically unable to return through the door), or a physical phenomenon wherein they are literally unable to return through the door (means being physically trapped).

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer: The narrator discovers and enters a door which appears to be a portal to an unknown destination. The other side is described as having horrors, and shifts what the narrator understands are reality; time seems warped and folded upon itself as well. Each time the narrator falls asleep, they enter the portal, and each time they feel like they are losing their sanity and grip on reality. They worry that one day, after entering the portal too many times, they may no longer be able to return.


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VANTAGE COLLEGE provides interdisciplinary programming and it is operated by the University of British Columbia exclusively for international students. It charges a program fee that is not funded by the provincial government. It is a first-year program for students that do not meet UBC's English language admission standards. [1]

Controversy

The decision to develop Vantage College attracted criticism from students and faculty at the University of British Columbia for targeting overseas students, being seen as a poor spending decision that fails to significantly benefit the student body at-large.[2][3][4]

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title: Vantage College

question: What does Vantage College specialize in ?

answer: It provides interdisciplinary programming and is exclusively for international students.

question: Where is Vantage College located?

answer: It seems to be located in British Columbia.

question: How much is the program fee?

answer: That information isn't provided in the article.

question: Describe Vantage College's controversy?

answer: Students and faculty at the University of British Columbia criticized the decision to develop Vantage for targeting overseas students and being a poor spending decision that failed to significantly benefit the student body at-large.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: This article discusses Vantage College. It was developed by British Columbia University exclusively for international students and provides interdisciplinary programming. It faced criticism for its development by faculty and students of the university.


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     The darkness engulfed my room as if I had suddenly gone blind for no reason. It was calm, and quiet. Nothing but the sound of the fan cooling me from the opposite end of the room. The fan was soothing for some reason. Like a glass of warm milk after a nightmare. It calmed me, and the cool breeze from its blades made it easier to sleep. I had a long day ahead of me tomorrow. The last day of school was finally in my grasp, and I was more excited than ever for summer. I had fallen asleep almost instantly.
     I usually never dreamt but tonight was different. I found the dream to take me to an airplane cockpit. There was a pilot and a man in a jumpsuit standing next to it. "Ready to jump?" the man shouted as he opened the plane door. A gust of wind flooded into the cockpit. "Remember, pull the blue chord, then the red chord!" he shouted at me. I nodded with an understanding of what to do. "Ready, JUMP!" the man shouted as he leaped out of the plane. I hesitated looking at the long drop below me. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes; I jumped.
       The wind pounded against my face as if someone had placed a jet engine in front of me. It stung my skin as it pounded against my mouth, nose, and eyes. It was horrific and terrifying.
     The man was no where to be seen. I panicked and decided to pull my parachute. I pulled the blue chord; nothing. I pulled the red chord; nothing. My parachute hadn't deployed. I began to freak out; my parachuted hadn't deployed and I was falling at around a hundred miles per hour towards solid ground. I was going to die. I frantically began looking over my jumpsuit for something that could possibly break my fall and save my life. A backup parachute perhaps. I remembered in lots of movies that the one who's parachute didn't deploy always had a backup parachute. I scoured my jumpsuit for something of such nature. I spotted a small handle with the inscription "emergency" on it. This had to be it. I frantically pulled it and a small parachute burst put of my suit. I was saved for the moment, but my trouble was not over. The chords that connected me to the parachute began to snap and break off. The parachute quickly disattached itself from my suit and flew away. I was falling again, and I was going to die for real this time. I looked down; the ground drew closer and closer by the second. I closed my eyes and prayed. When I opened them the ground was unimaginably close. Then everything went dark.
     "Wake up, you can't fall asleep on your last day of school," a voice said. I looked up to see Mr. Manson; my math teacher. I was in math class, drooling on my desk; oblivious to the world around me. I was at school; I was safe. I breathed a sigh of relief and sat up. It was time to learn and not sleep.
     The school intercom sounded; "Lockdown, I repeat this is not a drill, lockdown now!" Mr. Manson rushed everyone to get under their desks while he went under his. "Open up!" a strange voice shouted from outside the door. No one moved a muscle. The door then burst open with a cloud of smoke and fire. My ears were ringing so loud I could not hear anything. The man was shooting a machine gun into the room. I threw myself onto the ground in an attempt to save my life. The firing stopped as did the ringing in my ears. The man left the room. Cautiously I creeped from off the floor and looked around. "Hello?" I said with caution. There was no answer. I had stepped out of one nightmare and into another.
     Usually in a dream one could have control of the actions around them as if they were like a god, but this was no dream, this was a nightmare, and in nightmares, you're powerless. You can't even control your breathing. In this nightmare that man with the gun was the god of my subconscious. He decided who I was and what I did until he decided when the nightmare should be over. I had to find a way out.
     I frantically looked around the room for something to defend myself with. A pair of scissors or a small knife. I scoured the room. When I looked in the teacher's desk I found a gem: A 9mm pistol. I grabbed the pistol and looked outside the classroom door. The coast was clear. I ran for the next room; pistol ready.
     Everyone in the next few rooms were dead. Was I the only one left? Was I going to die here? Is the world like "A Nightmare on Elm Street" where if you die in your dreams you die for real? I prayed it wasn't. I continued down the stairs.
     Down the stairs was the man. He had just shot the janitor and a student. I had never met either of them, but my pity for them grew. I raised my gun to shoot the man. I cocked the gun. I began to sweat uncontrollably. I was about to kill another human being. I was about to take another person's life. I had to, it would set me free from this awful nightmare forever. I turned the safety off and pulled the trigger. 'Click;' nothing had happened. I began to panic. What if the man had heard the click? Was he going to turn around and shoot me instead? I prayed that was not the answer; it was. The man snapped around and pulled the trigger.
     I jolted awake covered in sweat and panting from the terrible nightmare. It was still dark in my room. I could only hear and feel the cold breeze from the fan on the opposite end of the room. I glanced at the clock which read one-thirty in the morning. I had five and a half hours until I had to go to school. Sleep alluded me for the time. I had just plugged in my headphones and watched the sun rise. Today was the last day of school, and I prayed the dream hadn't come true.

title: Nightmare (first real story; advice appreciated)

question: Who is the narrator?

answer: The narrator is a school-going child.

question: What does the narrator dream about?

answer: The narrator has a dream in a dream. His first dream is about a shootout at his school and in that dream, he dreams about him skydiving.

question: Was the narrator asleep dreaming during his class?

answer: Yes, the narrator was dreaming during his Maths class.

question: Who had killed everyone in the next few rooms?

answer: A man had entered the narrator's classroom with a machine gun and started shooting everyone.

question: Write a ~7 sentence summary.

answer:
The narrator has a dream in which he skydives but, his parachute fails open. He hits the ground and is suddenly awaken by Mr.Manson, his Maths teacher.

Just as he is relieved that it was a dream, the school intercom announces a lockdown.

A man enters the classroom and fires a machine gun. The narrator finds a pistol himself and tries to shoot the man but nothing happens. In that instance, the shooter turns around and pulls the trigger on the narrator.

The narrator wakes up with a jolt, sweating profusely.


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LOUAY AL-MOKDAD (; born 20 December 1982) is a Syrian-British politician and businessman. He was born in 1982 in Damascus, Syria.

Education

He studied in Damascus until high school, and graduated from the American University in Cyprus with a major in Political Science.

The Syrian Revolution

Being a Secular opposition member, he served as the spokesman for the Supreme Military Council of the Free Syrian Army and was also the political and media coordinator of the Free Syrian Army from 2012 to 2015.[1]

He was a member of the National Coalition for Syrian Revolutionary and Opposition Forces before his official resignation in 2015.

Political career

He is commonly known for his opposition to Syrian government and a powerful fighter against extremist Islamic groups such as the Islamic State of Iraq and the Levant and Al-Nusra Front through hundreds of interviews in Arabic[2][3] and international media.[4][5]

On 12 December 2012, Syrian government issued arrest warrants against Almokdad, Lebanese Prime Minister Saad Hariri and future bloc deputy Okab Sakr, accusing them of providing financial support for Syrian opposition groups.[6] Interpol rejected the Syrian government warrants. According to a memo sent by Interpol to its offices in Arab countries and around the world, the organization decided not to keep the arrest warrants in its database and will not cooperate with them based on its regulations as “it is strictly forbidden for the organization to undertake any intervention or activities based on political issues.”[7]

Almokdad established several institutions which concerned itself with the political and media affairs of the Middle East, including the “Masarat”[8] Foundation, which is competent in Syrian, humanitarian and relief affairs, particularly with regards to fighting extremist ideologies which are among some of the conflicting factions in Syria.

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[2] Louay Almokdad د: الإتجاه المعاكس – هل تصلح روسيا كوسيط نزيه بين المعارضة السورية والنظام؟

[3] france 24: Dialogue with Louay Mokdad, political and media coordinator FSA

[4] FRANCE 24 English: Louay Al-Mokdad, Free Syrian Army spokesman

[5] Louay Almokdad In CNN

[6] Syria seeks arrest of Lebanese former PM Hariri and Almokdad and okab sakr

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[8] Masarat paths Foundation Syrian Center for political coordination and media – courses of action team

title: Louay Almokdad

question: What is the general political stance of Louay Almokdad?

answer: He stands in opposition to extremist Islamic groups and favors a secular outlook.

question: Why did the Syrian government issue an international arrest warrant for Almokdad?

answer: The government accused Almokdad and two others of providing financial support for Syrian opposition groups.

question: Explain Interpol's reasoning in their refusal to acknowledge the arrest warrants issued by the Syrian government.

answer: They refused to get involved with political affairs as it's forbidden for the organization to do so.

question: What political capacity did Almokdad operate in?

answer: He served as the spokesman for the Supreme Military Council of the Free Syrian Army as well as being the political and media coordinator for them from 2012 to 2015.

question: Write a ~7 sentence summary.

answer: Louay Al-mokdad (b. 20 December 1982) is a Syrian-British politician and businessman. He was born in 1982 in Damascus, Syria. He's an alumnus of the American University in Cyprus, majoring in Political Science. He served as the spokesman for the Supreme Military Council of the Free Syrian Army as well as being the political and media coordinator for them from 2012 to 2015. The Syrian government accused Almokdad and two others of providing financial support for Syrian opposition groups, issuing an arrest warrant for them. However, Interpol refused to get involved with political affairs as it's forbidden for the organization to do so.


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The sky is poetic when you consider it emotionally: sunsets draw tears and rolling tongues of clouds pull mouths open and vicious, wandering storms inspire dizzying cries for God or help or *someone*.

I am not poetic.

This is what makes me stare at the cottage-cheese ceiling in my room at night and wonder why I will never admire myself. I conjure you and watch you effortlessly twist nails into your hands, watch the wounds bleed ink and meaning, because you always told me you admired me but I never believed you, and the way your eyes would look not into me but behind me made me nervous and I think that’s why you could never really love me.

But I tried.

*Fuck you* I tried.

I tried and then I told myself that your angled good looks were beyond me and that your ancient, slippery tongue would never find mine and then I ached until I could convince myself of some flaw you weren’t aware of. I tangled myself into tight enough knots that I couldn’t walk straight and I couldn’t unwind myself for long enough to make hollow conversation or take deep enough breaths.

I wanted your easy wit and your offensive charm but I wanted you to give it to me like a lesson so I could hang it on the wall like a picture and remember the time I fell in love with the idea of a boy. And I didn’t care that I knew you would never feel awful, rooted things for me. I never cared about that.

And I made like I was finding myself or something because your body sitting next to mine made me feel shallow and hopeless and all I wanted to do was be *your* type of person and then you would let me crawl inside of you and decipher your secrets for myself.

You were different than anyone I knew with your swarming lies and your spangled lines of art and people and pale, tortured love stories. You drew me in with those choked eyes of yours like the depths of you were hungry for something you knew you would never have.

Storms strike first from a distance: all swirling, coked-up air and this graceful, rhythmic dance between high and low pressure that spins so far out of control it makes hearts grow restless even when all you can see of it makes it look like a gray, stretched-out cotton ball. I watch cagey men on National Geographic. I watch them crawl in head-first, greedy-eyed. I cringe at their middle fingers raised to the clouded sun.

You gutted me.

You gutted me and you didn’t realize that you’d done it because I didn’t turn myself inside-out for you like you thought I did. I absorbed you and leaked you back out and you smiled at me as if to say *you’re the girl I’ve been waiting for* and I was so drunk with your approval that I couldn’t look at my toenails without seeing them through your eyes.

But my heart pounded with each inch you let me head in your direction and you welcomed me with your spinning, wild arms and I smiled at you as if to say *you get all of me but you don’t get to know why* because that was my idea of mystery.

You didn’t ask questions.

I watch storm chasers and I watch twisters pick up houses and cows and spit them back out crumbled and worthless. I watch how the air, coiling, grins and doesn’t stop. I watch adrenaline-junkies point their cameras and get the shot and I watch their smiles: that kid on Christmas morning clutching a toy helicopter like it’s all he’s ever going to need.

I haven’t moved from this place since you left.

If I move I’ll get caught up in your backlash and your intelligent, twitching fingers with those sweet, tidy good-byes of yours. I’ll gag on the memory of you and your drugged march because you had to be going somewhere always, forced to inhale the comforting slant of your whole body, the one I knew like the curve of my own reflection.

I remember you gave me a notebook once, and you wrote my name in your earnest chicken scratch on the inside of the sturdy red cover and you told me *go crazy* but I didn’t. I sat and watched you scribble yourself into oblivion on your own blank pages. I could never dream up enough words to write a good sentence. You thought we were kindred, back then. You told me not to look for it, just to find it, and I would know. You told me a lot of things and I remember them all, but your words sit beside me like a pale sketch of you, eyes wide and shoulders slack. For a long time your words filled me up but now they’re just scraps of your character that I can’t seem to hide anywhere.

Sometimes I wish you were still here but mostly the riprap of ripped-up ground and shattered houses you have left me with feel like home enough to crawl into and sleep. The imprint of your body here is big enough so the sheets puff thick around my head and I’ll never have to breathe again.

You were poetic enough for the both of us.

title: Riprap

question: What is one thing the sky and the narrator don't have in common, according to the text.

answer: They sky is poetic, whereas the narrator is not.

question: What is this story about?

answer: A breakup and the protagonist's inability to move on.


text:
_OUTER CALM, PAIN WITHIN_ is the debut album of the Slovak atmospheric metal band April Weeps.[1] It was recorded in 999th Studio in September - December 2012[2] and released on February 4, 2013.[3] Physical copies of the album are limited and came with a 24 page custom booklet including lyrics created by Marius Sachticus.[4]

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title: Outer Calm, Pain Within

question: What is Outer Calm, Pain Within?

answer: It is the debut album of April Weeps.

question: What is April Weeps?

answer: April Weeps is a Slovak atmospheric metal band.

question: When was Outer Calm, Pain Within released?

answer: It was released on February 4, 2013.

question: Where was the album recorded?

answer: It was recorded in 999th Studio.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: April Weeps released their debut album, Outer Calm, Pain Within, on February 4, 2013 after recording it in 99th Studio.


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Sweet Tea of mine - I almost prefer your bitterness.

Bitterness doesn't lie, bitterness doesn't caress your cheek while you sleep and tear out your heart for personal safekeeping.

No, that kind of cruelty is reserved for Sweetness.  Only with Sweetness can we find the true atrocities of the spirit, what we are prepared to do to satisfy some longing in our souls - that probably never existed in the first place.

Sweet Tea of mine, throw blood into your ghastly mix of inconsequential emotions and show me your Bitterness. You can use all of mine.

title: Sweet Tea

question: What does the narrator prefer?

answer: The narrator prefers bitterness.

question: Why does the narrator prefer bitterness?

answer: The narrator prefers bitterness because it doesn't lie.

question: Why does the narrator not like sweetness?

answer: The narrator doesn't like sweetness since it is cruel and can lie.

question: What does the narrator want Sweet Tea to do?

answer: The narrator wants Sweet Tea to show them their bitterness.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: The narrator says that they prefer bitterness to sweetness since bitterness doesn't lie and is less cruel. The narrator then asks Sweet Tea to show them their bitterness.


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DUE TO THE ONGOING SITUATION WITH COVID-19/CORONAVIRUS THE LORD MAYOR'S CELEBRATION HAS BEEN CANCELLED FOR 2020 AND THEREFORE THE 25TH EDITION OF THE RACE WILL NOW TAKE PLACE IN JULY 2021.

Sponsored by Sportlink

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We are very grateful to MHA Larking Gowenand Sportlink for their generous support of this event.

The Lord Mayor's 5k City Centre Classic was first staged in 1996 and is widely regarded as the road race with the best atmosphere in the east of England thanks to an audience of 50,000 enthusiastic spectators.

Our event immediately precedes the annual Lord Mayor’s Procession through Norwich city centre (usually on the first Saturday of July) and provides an opportunity for athletes to race on a two-lap traffic-free course. The race starts on Whitefriars and finishes in Tombland - please view the course map here.

Athletes who have taken part in previous years tell us that the buzz and excitement generated by those spectating is quite unique.

Both our course records holders have pretty decent pedigrees. 1996 Chicago Marathon winner and double Olympian Paul Evans (then Belgrave Harriers, later City of Norwich AC) set the men’s record of 14mins 11secs back in 2000 – it's a mark that has now stood for nearly 20 years and some say it may never be beaten. And our fastest woman to date is current GB international Gemma Steel (Charnwood AC) who clocked 15mins 59secs in both 2011 & 2012.

ENTRY CONDITIONS

(i) Entry to the 2020 Lord Mayor’s 5k is open to athletes who have recorded a 5k road race performance of under 20 minutes for men / under 22 minutes for women since 1 January 2019 on a course certified as accurate by an approved UKA course measurer.

You will be required to provide a link to your Power of 10 profile during the registration process so we can verify that you have met our Entry Conditions.

IMPORTANT: 5k performances achieved at a parkrun will not be accepted other than those achieved at the Norwich parkrun. This is because most parkruns are measured with a surveyor's wheel or GPS device whereas the Norwich parkrun course has been certified as accurate by a UKA course measurer using a Jones Counter.

(ii) On race day, male athletes who fail to reach the 3k mark inside 12mins 00secs and female athletes who fail to reach the same mark inside 13min 12secs will be directed to retire by the Race Referee. This is a non-negotiable condition of registration that exists to ensure our race finishes and is cleared away within the very narrow time window available to us on race day.

(iii) The minimum age for competitors in our 2020 race is 14 years on race day.

WHY DO YOU HAVE ENTRY CONDITIONS?

The Lord Mayor's 5k has always been aimed at elite road racers. It was never conceived as a mass-participation event but the reputation it has built up over the years means it has become very popular.

The reason why we have entry conditions is very straightforward. To honour our agreement with Norwich City Council (who grant permission for our event to take place each year) we need to get the race finished, prizes awarded and everything packed away so that no trace remains by the time the head of the Lord Mayor's Procession reaches Tombland. If we were still to be packing away when the Lord Mayor arrives in Tombland then for sure there would be no Lord Mayor's 5k next year.

Also - as the number of athletes taking part grows year on year, we feel we may soon reach saturation point. So each year we will review our Entry Conditions very carefully to ensure they remain up-to-date and relevant.

PRIZES

Our prize list is restricted to athletes who are eligible to represent Great Britain & Northern Ireland in international competition. No other prizes are offered. This policy - introduced in 2015 - is designed to encourage greater competition among leading domestic runners. We took a lead from other top-notch events such as the Vitality London 10,000 when adopting this policy.

The prizes for 2020 are:

-   First five men: £500, £300, £200, £100, £50
-   First five women: £500, £300, £200, £100, £50
-   First two men aged 40+ not in the first five: £50, £25
-   First two women aged 40+ not in the first five: £50, £25
-   New course records: men £250, women £250

For the avoidance of any doubt, athletes who are not eligible to represent Great Britain & Northern Ireland in international competition are not eligible for prizes at this race.

Every finisher receives a memento and goody bag.

THANKS

We are very grateful to MHA Larking Gowen and Sportlink for their generous sponsorship of this event.

Race timing services are provided by Total Race Timing and our official photographers are Epic Action Imagery.

question: Describe the Lord Mayor's 5k City Centre Classic.

answer: First staged in 1996, the Lord Mayor's 5k is widely regarded as the road race with the best atmosphere in the east of England thanks to an audience of 50,000 enthusiastic spectators. The race has strict entry conditions because it has always been aimed at elite road racers. Also, the race needs to finish before the head of the Lord Mayor's procession arrives.

question: Why was the 25th Edition of the race canceled for 2020?

answer: It was canceled due to the ongoing coronavirus pandemic.

question: Who holds the course's fastest men's time?

answer: 1996 Chicago Marathon winner and double Olympian Paul Evans set the men's record of 14 minutes 11 seconds back in 2000. The 20-year record still stands unbroken today.

question: Who was the fastest woman to ever run the race?

answer: Gemma Steel holds the women's record, clocking in at 15 minutes 59 seconds in both 2011 & 2012.

question: Write a ~6 sentence summary.

answer: The 25th annual Lord Mayor's 5k City Centre Classic has been canceled for 2020 due to the ongoing Covid-19 pandemic. The date has been moved to July 2021. First staged in 1996, the Lord Mayor's 5k is widely regarded as the road race with the best atmosphere in the east of England. The race has strict entry conditions because it has always been aimed at elite road racers. Also, the race needs to finish before the head of the Lord Mayor's procession arrives, or else they may face cancelation the following year. The prizes are restricted to athletes who are eligible to represent Great Britain and Northern Ireland in international competition.