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Stan Munro tinkers with a dragon skeleton Halloween display at 107 Sandra Dr., North Syracuse. Photo by Katrina Tulloch.

NORTH SYRACUSE -- When people see the elaborate Halloween displays on the property of Stan Munro and Suzi Campanaro, they often tell Munro, "You're lucky you have a wife who lets you do that."

How little they know about the creative couple.

"I say, 'Are you kidding me? She started it!'" said Munro, laughing. "Suzi's the one who pushes me to do it. She says, 'You know you always love it when the kids come by.'"

On Saturday, Munro and his buddy Tony Zelinsky of Brewerton finished building a gigantic dragon skeleton in the front yard of Munro and Campanaro's house at 107 Sandra Dr. in North Syracuse.

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Stan Munro, Suzi Campanaro and Tony Zelinsky created the dragon skeleton Halloween display at 107 Sandra Dr., North Syracuse. Photo by Katrina Tulloch.

The skeleton, made from hundreds of pieces of cheap particle board, wood paneling and Masonite hardboard, took about a week to complete.

"This year wasn't expensive at all; most of it is recycled wood from previous projects," Munro said. "We keep our costs down and labor is free. Tony gets paid in steak."

On Tuesday, Oct. 6, Munro wore a (human) skeleton T-shirt as he repainted black teeth onto the dragon's skull.

Gauzy porch screens drape the wing bones and catch the light as the sun goes down. A 14-bone rib cage, tall enough to walk underneath, tapers down to a massive tail which extends around the entire lawn and wraps around a tree.

"If we're going to make a dragon, we might as well use the whole yard," Munro said.

At least 1,000 trick-or-treaters visit the couple's house each year. In 2007, police had to block off Sandra Drive because so many people came to see the display.

"The neighbors love it, I think, or they're lying to me," Munro said. "We try to keep it quiet, but one year we had a ghost disco and played disco music every night. [The neighbors] may have gone a little crazy that year."

  Halloween Lawn 2015 is ALSO OPEN!!!

  Posted by Toothpick World on Saturday, October 3, 2015

A DECADE OF HALLOWEEN HOOPLA

The tradition began in 2005, when the couple built a giant spider with human cocoons on their roof. In the last decade, they've created a different scene nearly every year.

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Stan Munro's "Evolution of Execution" display for Halloween 2006.

In 2006, they made a "History of Execution" display, with a working gas chamber and exhibits of lethal injection, hanging, an electric chair and 15-foot-tall guillotine.

"That kind of bordered on disturbing, but it was all for fun," Munro said.

In 2007, the couple's giant spaceship drew the attention of a North Syracuse code inspector, who issued Munro a ticket because he thought they were building a gazebo on their front lawn.

"Once we explained it wasn't permanent, everything was fine," Munro said at the time.

The smoking, flying saucer "wreckage" and its dead alien pilot cost Munro close to $1,000. The dead alien was $400, but Munro says it's "still a member of our family."

He also created a ghost disco (2008), Death Star gas station with Darth Vader (2013) and zombie family (2014), all of which are featured on halloweenlawn.com.

Munro is known around Central New York as the toothpick engineer behind the extravagant Toothpick City displays at the Milton J. Rubenstein Museum of Science and Technology and the New York State Fair.

His toothpicking has been featured in Ripley's Believe It or Not museums in Orlando, Fla. and Branson, Mo.

"These [dragon bones] are just giant toothpicks to me," Munro said.

_Katrina Tulloch writes features and entertainment stories for Syracuse.com and The Post-Standard. Contact her:_ Email | Twitter | Google+

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question: What does the text say about Munro's Halloween displays from years past?

answer: He started it in 2005. Every year they tend to build much larger displays. The year 2007 was especially elaborate because they hand to block Sandra Drive to manage the crowd. Most neighbors just talk about the activity on the street. Munro says neighboring families probably love it, or they are just being generous when they say that.

critique: The answer should mention the displays that Munro has made in the past.

critique: The last two sentences are not relevant to the question.

critique: The text does not say that the neighbors just talk about the activity on the street. Munro says neighboring families probably love it, or they are just being generous when they say that.

critique: The last sentence is irrelevant to the question.

critique: The answer should mention the displays in more detail.

critique:
"The year 2007 was especially elaborate because they hand to block Sandra Drive to manage the crowd. Most neighbors just talk about the activity on the street. Munro says neighboring families probably love it, or they are just being generous when they say that." - this is incorrect on so many levels. The second and third paragraph are irrelevant and mention Munro as a person, which he is not.
Munro also claims that neighbors love or hate the display, which may be inaccurate as neighbors probably wouldn't talk about it to the media.

critique: The answer should mention the displays in 2006 and 2007.

question: What does the text say about Munro's Halloween display this year?

answer: This year, Munro and his friend, Tony Zelinsky, created a dragon skeleton made from hundreds of pieces of cheap particle board, wood paneling, and hardboard. He says this year was inexpensive compared to most because most of it is recycled wood from previous projects. The dragon skeleton spans their entire front yard, standing high enough to walk under the massive rib cage.

critique: The answer omits that this year's display is called "dragon bones".

critique: The answer should mention the number of visitors.

critique: The answer can mention afaik that they built the dragon skeletion last year.

critique: The answer omits the fact that the display is a dragon skeleton.

critique: "He says this year was inexpensive compared to most because most of it is recycled wood from previous projects." - this is inaccurate because Munro says the cost is low, not inexpensive.

question: What does the text say about how Munro's family and neighbors feel about his Halloween displays?

answer: The neighbors say they are lucky to have a creative wife to let Munro do that. But he seems to know that she's the one who decided to do it. She says the kids do love coming by.

critique: The neighbors don't say they are lucky to have a creative wife to let Munro do that. They say they are lucky Munro has a wife who lets him do that.

critique: neighbourhood people saying they're lucky to have her is irrelevant

critique: It's omitted that Munro's neighbors love the Halloween displays.

critique: The neighbors don't say they are lucky to have a creative wife to let Munro do that.

critique: The neighbors don't say they are lucky to have a creative wife.

critique: It is omitted that the neighbors like the displays.

critique: The neighbors are not said to have said that Munro is lucky.

critique: The neighbors are not the only ones who say they are lucky to have a creative wife to let Munro do that. The passage also says that many people tell Munro that he is lucky to have a creative wife.

text: The phrasing of the first line is confusing: it should state that the neighbors say Munro is lucky to have a wife who lets him do that.

question: What does the text say about Tony Zelinsky's family?

answer: No answer

critique: There is no answer, however the text does say he got paid in steak.

critique: The answer should mention that Tony gets paid in steak.


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MACHINE-LEARNING is beginning to shake up finance. A subset of artificial intelligence (AI) that excels at finding patterns and making predictions, it used to be the preserve of technology firms. The financial industry has jumped on the bandwagon. To cite just a few examples, “heads of machine-learning” can be found at PwC, a consultancy and auditing firm, at JP Morgan Chase, a large bank, and at Man GLG, a hedge-fund manager. From 2019, anyone seeking to become a “chartered financial analyst”, a sought-after distinction in the industry, will need AI expertise to pass his exams.

Despite the scepticism of many, including, surprisingly, some “quant” hedge funds that specialise in algorithm-based trading, machine-learning is poised to have a big impact. Innovative fintech firms and a few nimble incumbents have started applying the technique to everything from fraud protection to finding new trading strategies—promising to up-end not just the humdrum drudgery of the back-office, but the more glamorous stuff up-front.

Machine-learning is already much used for tasks such as compliance, risk management and fraud prevention. Intelligent Voice, a British firm, sells its machine-learning-driven speech-transcription tool to large banks to monitor traders’ phone calls for signs of wrongdoing, such as insider trading. Other specialists, like Xcelerit or Kinetica, offer banks and investment firms near-real-time tracking of their risk exposures, allowing them to monitor their capital requirements at all times.

Machine-learning excels in spotting unusual patterns of transactions, which can indicate fraud. Firms ranging from startups such as Feedzai (for payments) or Shift Technology (for insurance) to behemoths such as IBM are offering such services. Some are developing the skills in-house. Monzo, a British banking startup, built a model quick enough to stop would-be fraudsters from completing a transaction, bringing the fraud rate on its pre-paid cards down from 0.85% in June 2016 to less than 0.1% by January 2017.

Natural-language processing, where AI-based systems are unleashed on text, is starting to have a big impact in document-heavy parts of finance. In June 2016 JPMorgan Chase deployed software that can sift through 12,000 commercial-loan contracts in seconds, compared with the 360,000 hours it used to take lawyers and loan officers to review the contracts.

Machine-learning is also good at automating financial decisions, whether assessing creditworthiness or eligibility for an insurance policy. Zest Finance has been in the business of automated credit-scoring since its founding in 2009. Earlier this year it rolled out a machine-learning underwriting tool to help lenders make credit decisions, even for people with little conventional credit-scoring information. It sifts through vast amounts of data, such as people’s payment history or how they interact with a lender’s website. Lemonade, a tech-savvy insurance startup, is using machine-learning both to sell insurance policies and to manage claims.

Perhaps the newest frontier for machine-learning is in trading, where it is used both to crunch market data and to select and trade portfolios of securities. The quantitative-investment strategies division at Goldman Sachs uses language processing driven by machine-learning to go through thousands of analysts’ reports on companies. It compiles an aggregate “sentiment score” based on the balance of positive to negative words. This score is then used to help pick stocks. Goldman has also invested in Kensho, a startup that uses machine-learning to predict how events like natural disasters will affect market prices, based on data on similar events.

Quantifiable progress

Quant hedge funds, both new and old, are piling in. Castle Ridge Asset Management, a Toronto-based upstart, has achieved annual average returns of 32% since its founding in 2013. It uses a sophisticated machine-learning system, like those used to model evolutionary biology, to make investment decisions. It is so sensitive, claims the firm’s chief executive, Adrian de Valois-Franklin, that it picked up 24 acquisitions before they were even announced (because of telltale signals suggesting a small amount of insider trading). Man AHL, meanwhile, a well-established $18.8bn quant fund provider, has been conducting research into machine-learning for trading purposes since 2009, and using it as one of the techniques to manage client money since 2014.

So it seems odd that some prominent quant funds are machine-learning sceptics. Martin Lueck of Aspect Capital finds the technique overrated, saying his firm has found only limited useful applications for it. David Siegel, co-founder of Two Sigma, a quant behemoth, and David Harding of Winton Capital, have also argued that the techniques are overhyped.

In other fields, however, machine-learning has game-changing potential. There is no reason to expect finance to be different. According to Jonathan Masci of Quantenstein, a machine-learning fund manager, years of work on rules-based approaches in computer vision—telling a computer how to recognise a nose, say—were swiftly eclipsed in 2012 by machine-learning processes that allowed computers to “learn” what a nose looked like from perusing millions of nasal pin-ups. Similarly, says Mr Masci, a machine-learning algorithm ought to beat conventional trading strategies based on rules set by humans.

The real vulnerability may in any case lie outside trading. Many quant funds depend on human researchers to sift through data and build algorithms. These posts could be replaced by better-performing machines. For all their professed scepticism, Two Sigma and its peers are busy recruiting machine-learning specialists.

This article appeared in the Finance & economics section of the print edition under the headline "Unshackled algorithms"

question: Summarize how the finance sector has benefited from machine-learning systems.

answer: Machine learning excels in spotting fraud as well as unusual patterns of transactions. It also helps in automating financial decisions such as assessing creditworthiness or eligibility for an insurance policy. Machine learning helps crunch market data and select and trade portfolios of securities.

critique: The answer should mention that natural-language processing has a big impact in document-heavy parts of finance.

critique: The answer omits the use of machine learning in trading.

critique: It's omitted that machine learning is used for document-heavy parts of finance, such as sifting through 12,000 commercial-loan contracts in seconds.

critique: It works better in increasing accuracy and transparency.

critique: The answer omits the use of machine learning in natural language processing.

critique: The answer should mention that machine learning is used for compliance, risk management, and fraud prevention.

critique: The article does not mention that machine learning helps in automating financial decisions such as assessing creditworthiness or eligibility for an insurance policy.

critique: It is omitted that it is used to monitor traders’ phone calls for signs of wrongdoing, such as insider trading.


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 Monday, 7:00 am
The past couple of days have felt slightly... off. Although, I can't explain exactly what it feels like on paper. The best analogy I can possibly generate: everything just feels slightly tinted. The kind of tint that needs to be washed away. But how could this happen? I tried retracing steps countless times; yet nothing jumps out at me. It's the same as it's always been. I wake up at exactly 6:30 and let the alarm ring itself 10 times. I then walk over to the bathroom, making sure that I don't take any more or less than 10 steps to get there.

 I know, it seems strange so far but it's really not that bad. Afterwards, I take the towel off of the shower rod, unfold it; then refold it again and set it back on the shower rod. I routinely proceed to slide the shower curtain to the left, I then step into the shower, and slide the curtain back over to the right making sure to spread it out equally so that no water can escape. Now, I think this might be where everything went wrong. I pulled the shower handle outwards to turn the water on; then turned it all the way to the left. Except there was one thing that didn't fit the puzzle. What could it be though? I've been sitting here trying to figure it out for over 10 minutes now, I still can't put my finger on what it is. Anyways, it's almost 7:30 now; I should probably leave to go to work.

Monday, 5:30 pm

It all makes sense to me now, how could I have been so blind before? While I was walking my way to work; making sure to fit exactly 2 steps in every concrete square on the sidewalk, the solution had finally presented itself to me. It was that damned shower. I had forgotten to make sure that I turned the handle to the left until it clicked. I guess I must have just imagined that I turned it all the way. That makes perfect sense, and it also explains why the water had felt less scalding than it usually does. I'm such an idiot sometimes.
Well, I suppose there's no need for me to write about this anymore. I'm just glad that I can at last wash the tint away.

Tuesday, 7:00 am

No, this cannot be happening to me. The tint is still here. To make matters worse, I think the tint is darker than it was to start with. Maybe I'm just exaggerating, I don't even know what to do anymore. There isn't anything else that could have gone wrong besides the shower, I'm absolutely sure of it. After the shower, the only other part of the routine worth considering is getting dressed. For most people, choosing the right outfit for the day seems to be the hardest part of the morning. For me, it's the least methodical thing I do. Same black dress pants and blue dress shirt every single day. Oh, and of course the pen. I don't know if it's really worth mentioning, but before I walk out of the door I make sure to grab the pen off of the kitchen counter. I have an office job, so it comes in handy. I click it in and back out three times then put it on my dress shirt's chest pocket before leaving to go to work.

No, It's no use, none of those small routines could have been messed up. I'm now more scared than I've ever been before, and I can't help but think: what happens when the tint gets even darker?
I need to pull myself together, it's almost 7:30 now; I should probably leave to go to work.

Tuesday, 3:30 pm

My boss fired me today. He claims that I'm "Completely psychotic." It's strange, I don't know what made me drive the pen into his throat, but I'm so glad that I did. The smile has yet to leave my face. I can hardly believe it, I feel the tint starting to fade away.

P.S. To whomever finds this short journal, don't mind the blood on this last page.

I couldn't find any other pen to write with.

title: Tint

question: What causes the narrator to kill their boss?

answer: The narrator is not sure what causes them to kill their boss.

critique: The narrator is sure what causes them to kill their boss.

critique: Their manager calls them psychotic, they defend themselves by painting him, and then shove an office pen into his throat.

critique: The narrator is not sure what causes them to kill their boss, but the reason is revealed at the end.

critique: This is false. The narrator is sure what causes them to kill their boss.

critique: The narrator is not sure what causes them to kill their boss, but they are sure what caused them to kill their boss.

question: What did the narrator could be causing the tint?

answer: The narrator is not sure what is causing the tint.

critique: The narrator is sure what is causing the tint.

critique: Incorrectly states that the narrator is not sure what is causing the tint.

critique: The narrator is able to figure out what is causing the tint.

critique: The narrator does know what is causing the tint.

critique: "The narrator is not sure what is" - is incorrect because we do know what is causing the tint and what caused the narrator to fire their boss: the narrator neglected to turn the shower handle all the way to the left, which prevented them from washing the tint away.


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BONI PUERI is a Czech boys' choir founded in 1982, which has become one of Europe's most famous musical ensembles.

The choir

Boni Pueri (“Good Boys”), the Czech Boys Choir, has held more than 2,500 concerts in North America, Asia, and Europe, produced 13 recordings, and been invited to participate in 20 other recordings with Supraphon, EMI, BMG, and ArcoDiva. In addition, Boni Pueri has been featured on a number of television and radio broadcasts. The choirs are invited to perform regularly with eminent artists, including José Carreras, and with other important ensembles and orchestras around the world.

Boni Pueri is also a private music school with 350 students and since 2006 has been under the patronage of the Czech Ministry of Education. They are a cultural ambassador of the “European Federation of Choirs of the Union”.[1]

Concerts and concert tours

Boni Pueri has been privileged to perform in some of the world's great concert halls including Grace Cathedral in San Francisco, Winspear Centre in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, the Tokyo Bunka Kaikan, Seoul Arts Centre, Concertgebouw in Amsterdam, De Doelen in Rotterdam, Basilica di S. Maria Maggiore in Bergamo, Italy, Meistersingerhalle in Nuremberg, and the Rudolfinum Dvořák Hall in Prague.[2]

Festivals

The choirs have appeared at numerous international music festivals including The Prague Spring Festival (1994, 1995, 1998, 2004, 2005), Europalia (Brussels 1998), AmericaFest International Festival for Boys’ & Men’s Choirs (Minneapolis 1998, 2002), and Jeonju International Sori Festival (South Korea 2002). In July 2004, Boni Pueri became the first European organization to host the highly acclaimed World Festival of Singing for Men and Boys and did so again in 2008. Individual members of Boni Pueri are often invited to be soloists in other performances, including The Magic Flute at the Teatro dell'Opera di Roma in 2004.[3]

Main projects

Boni Pueri performs frequently with the Czech Philharmonic Orchestra, including a notable performance of King Roger by Karol Szymanowski in 2007. In 2006, the choirs were invited to open the Orchestra's Choral Concert Series in Dvořák Hall.

Other important projects of recent years have included performances of Bach's St Matthew Passion, the Mozart Requiem, the Fauré Requiem, a theatrical staging of Hans Krása's Terezín children's opera Brundibár, and a premiere recording of music by the baroque composers Johann Caspar Ferdinand Fischer, Pavel Josef Vejvanovský, and Jan Dismas Zelenka. In 2003, Boni Pueri's recording of Zelenka's Sub olea pacis et palma virtutis received the prestigious Cannes Classical Award, and in 2004, their recording of Benjamin Britten's A Ceremony of Carols was named as the Recording of the Month.[4]

Collaborations

Singers

-   Christina Johnston
-   Edita Adlerová
-   Lívia Ághová
-   Gabriela Beňačková
-   Lucie Bila
-   Markus Brutscher
-   Jaroslav Brezina
-   José Carreras
-   Miro Dvorsky
-   Peter Dvorský
-   Markus Forster
-   Karel Gott
-   Simona Houda-Šaturová
-   Noemi Kiss
-   Ivan Kusnjer
-   Štefan Margita
-   Bobby McFerrin
-   Eva Urbanová
-   Leo Marian Vodička

Orchestras and ensembles

-   Czech Chamber Philharmonic Orchestra
-   Czech Philharmonic Orchestra
-   Czech National Symphony Orchestra
-   Philharmonic Orchestra Hradec Králové
-   Deutsches Symphonie-Orchester
-   Hradistan
-   Münchner Symphoniker
-   Musica Bohemica
-   Musica Florea
-   Prague Philharmonia
-   Schola Gregoriana Pragensis
-   The North Czech Philharmonic Teplice
-   Prague Radio Symphony Orchestra
-   The Prague Symphony Orchestra FOK
-   VUS Ondras

Soloists and musicians

-   Ales Barta - organ
-   Jana Bouskova - harp
-   Vaclav Hudecek - violin
-   Hana Müllerova-Jouzova - harp
-   Josef Suk - violin
-   Pavel Sporcl - violin
-   Jaroslav Tuma - organ, harpsichord
-   Vaclav Uhlir - organ
-   Daniel Wiesner - piano

Conductors

-   Petr Altrichter
-   Vladimir Ashkenazy
-   John Axelrod
-   Douglas Bostock
-   Charles Dutoit
-   Jaroslav Krcek
-   Libor Pesek
-   Frantisek Preisler jr.
-   Vojtech Spurny
-   Robert Stankovsky
-   Leos Svarovsky
-   Marek Stryncl
-   Rastislav Stur
-   Roman Valek
-   Vladimir Valek

Actors

-   Otakar Brousek Sr.
-   Eva Hruskova
-   Bara Hrzanova
-   Jitka Molavcova
-   Jan Preucil
-   Bara Stepanova[5]

[1] Biography from the official website of the Choir

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[5] List of cooperation from the official website of the Choir

title: Boni Pueri, the Czech Boys Choir

question: What does the article say about Boni Pueri's noteworthy performances?

answer: They have held more than 2500 concerts in North America, Asia, and Europe. They have been invited to participate in 20 recordings with Supraphon, EMI, BMG, and ArcoDiva. They have been featured on a number of television and radio broadcasts. They have been privileged to perform in some of the world's great concert halls. The choir has appeared at numerous international music festivals, including the Prague Spring Festival, Europalia (Brussels), AmericaFest International Festival for Boys’ & Men’s Choirs, and Jeonju International Sori Festival. They performed with the Czech Philharmonic Orchestra and have been invited to open the Orchestra's Choral Concert Series in Dvořák Hall. They also performed at the Teatro dell'Opera di Roma.

critique: The answer could be more specific about the performances they have been invited to.

critique: Remove mentions of the Teatro dell'Opera di Roma

critique: The response includes extraneous information not useful for the task.

critique: The answer should mention the notable performances of the choir.

critique: The answer should mention the notable performances.

question: What does the article say about the use of choral performances in popular music?

answer: No answer

critique: Provide some information to address the question in the task


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"I remember early years digging my toes into the sand, holding a grip, mocking the tide to try and wash me away" I whisper in the ear of my companion. I can tell she is eating up every word, this spirited half elf sea-nymph. "Do you remember how it felt to feel infinite, as if we will exist in this moment forever..." My words flow like the water across the sand, eroding her sensibilities, telling her to give in.

"Bwump!" As the head of an Orc falls by my side, desecrating the sand, ruining the magic of the moment, his wry smile tells the story.

"He's been stalking us since Newkirk" Gladius speaks up from the shadows. "Must of felt comfortable that I had gone away, and you two were properly distracted for the evening" he continues chuckling, he pulls his shaft from the monsters back and checks it's point and fletching.

"Let the dead keep your arrow" I say in a hiss, the ruined plans of my evening running like the black of orcblood in the sand.

"Price of having a 5000 gold bounty, my love" whispers Evelyn as she nibbles at my ear. "I pray you to keep close in the future, Gladius" she says aloud "Gods forbid the creature caught us loosed of our under-garments..."

"He'd never have bothered, once he saw my sword drawn" I cut in with one hand on my cock and the other on the sword-hilt.

"I fear the road ahead is far more loathsome Barnaby" Gladius remarked while rolling his eyes. "I had hoped you could satisfy your lusts here, we need your wits for the next few nights, we are only a day's journey from Mendleheim, and possibly our deaths"

"You fear too much brother" I say in a boastful voice, "how many ventures have ended in the blood of our enemies and not our own"

"I have watched the waters for signs here" Evelyn spoke up, "perhaps the waves have washed away our footprints, erasing our memory, past and future"

"Don't talk nonsense dear, a man controls his own fate" I say without thinking.

"The waves led me to you" she says as she walks back toward the sea sullenly.

"You sure know how to make them smile" Gladius jeered.

Time to change the subject "Where the hell is Frem, I thought you told him to..." I feel a creeping chill run up my spine, my time in the priesthood had left me but a few gifts, an innate sense for extreme evil was one of them. I quickly turned back to the road and see a flicker in the distance.

Gladius followed my lead, "perhaps it's a signal from Frem?" He says, trying to calm my nerves

"No, not Frem." I say as I turn to douse our campfire with sand. "Get your gear my lady" I say to Evelyn, who had been praying in the waves, the water soaking her under-clothes, making them cling to every curve of her body.

"Yes, love, I felt it too", she said as she absorbs the seawater with minor effort. "No rest tonight it seems"

Gladius had already brought the horses around, when I was fully equipped, long sword and a dagger, a small round shield with the arms of some once-proud house emblazoned across it. "I wonder what it's like to be rich" I say to Gladius as I mount my palfrey.

"You will never know if we stay here" Gladius says as he gallops into the direction of the flames.

I watch Evelyn follow close behind him "sometimes, I'd rather just lay in the sand, and stay in the shadows" I whisper to myself as I grab the reigns and follow them back onto the road.

title: Into The Deep: Barnaby part 1 [FN]

question: What does the story say about the dwarves?

answer: No answer

critique: The answer should state that the dwarves are not mentioned.

critique: The answer should mention that the story does not mention dwarves.

critique: There's no dwarves in the story, but the protagonist seems like one (small with dark features)

critique: There is no mention of dwarves in the story.

question: What does the story say about Barnaby?

answer: Barnaby is a man who is on a journey with his companions, Gladius and Evelyn. He is a former priest who has an innate sense for extreme evil. He is also a skilled swordsman.

critique: This is not accurate and needs to be written in a complete sentence.

text: The answer omits information about Barnaby, like he and Evelyn seeming intimate.

category: coverage

question: What does the story say about the differences between Gladius and Barnaby?

answer: Gladius is a human, while Barnaby is a half-elf. Gladius is a skilled archer and has a 5000 gold bounty on his head. He is also a skilled swordsman. Barnaby is a skilled swordsman and has a 5000 gold bounty on his head. He is also a skilled archer. Gladius is more cautious and practical, while Barnaby is more boastful and arrogant. Gladius seems to be the more level-headed of the two.

critique: The answer is incorrect and should be rewritten.

critique: The response is incorrect. Gladius is not a human, he is an elf.

text: No one in the story is described as a skilled archer.

category: accuracy

question: What is Evelyn's role in the story?

answer: She is the narrator's companion and flirtatious companion at the time of the story.

critique: "She is the narrator's companion and flirtatious companion at the time of the story." - this is incorrect. Evelyn is the narrator's companion and a sea-nymph.

critique: The answer should mention that Evelyn is a sea nymph.

critique: "At one point in the story" would be more accurate

critique: The answer should mention that Evelyn is a sea-nymph.

critique: The answer should mention that she is a sea-nymph.

text: The answer should mention the bounty on their head.


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**I apologize for the bad formatting. Copied and Pasted from a word doc.**
**I'd like opinions and Creative Criticism**

"Up we go!" She shouted in a cute and childish manner as the elevator brought us up to the third floor of the parking garage.  "So, which one is yours?" She asked. I pointed to a grey Saturn Ion parked at the back of the garage.

"Not that cool I know, but hey I make do." We walked to the edge of the garage and stared at the buildings below us. "This would be an awesome place to play frisbee." She said as she took a seat on the edge of the wall.
"I guess, but what if you throw it off the roof?"

"Ya that would suck"
We sat in silence for a few moments. Only the muffled harmony of the cars below us could be heard.
I reached out and placed my hand on hers. She looked up and we locked eyes. Giggling she turned her head and looked out in the distance.
“Listen.” I spoke. “I... you know.”

“No I don’t.” She replied suddenly, slowly moving her hand out from under mine.
“Yeah you do.” “I mean, isn’t it pretty obvious?”

“I’m just confused.”

“Should I spell it out for you?” She ignored my question.
 “I like you. I want to be with you.”  The silence drew on even longer. “There…” I finished angrily.

“Why would you?” She finally said.

“I dunno. It’s one of those things you know, but can’t explain.” “I guess I like how you find happiness in small things. I can’t do that on my own. I focus too much on large problems. I need someone like you. Someone who isn’t afraid to have fun… The fact that you’re absolutely beautiful doesn’t help either.”

“Shut up” She mumbled.  “I’ve liked someone else for a while now. I kind of just want to try pursuing things on my own.” She added. “To be honest, I envy you. At least you can act on impulse and tell me those things. I can’t even talk to the guy.” She crossed her arms and turned away from me.

“It’s not impulse.” I interrupted. “I guess it’s stupidity.”
“This… is impulse” I turned her around and placed my hand on her cheek. As I moved myself closer to her she pushed me back and turned around again.

“No… that’s stupidity.” She said in a scolding manner.

Upset, I too turned my back. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a lighter. Lighting a cigarette I hopped up on the wall and stared off at the building tops. We sat like this for what seemed like ages. Looking down over the edge of the roof I started thinking. If I were to fall, I thought, would she care very much? Would she remember this night? The night I slipped and fell to my death.  I looked at my phone, it was getting late and obviously the night was over for me anyways. The humming of the cars seemed softer now, almost non-existent.

“Listen.” I finally spoke. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what I’m apologizing for. I just know that I’m sorry.”
She remained silent.
Annoyed by her silence, I stood up, threw the rest of my cigarette on the ground, and walked over to her. I grabbed her again, but this time I embraced her. Soon I felt her arms wrap themselves around me. I buried my face into her neck, wishing I could do this more often.  Her skin was soft and smooth, I almost thought of kissing her neck, but soon remembered that I had no right to. I held her for maybe a few minutes. Longer than a standard hug, that much is for sure.

“You’re shorter than me.” She giggled.

“I know.” I forced myself to let go. I walked to the opposite side of the garage and leaned over the railing. Would she come over and grab my shoulder? I thought. Maybe she’d spin me around and tell me to stop frowning. Maybe she’d try to cheer me up. Maybe she’d hold me a bit longer.
I heard a door shut behind me and I fell to my knees.
“Fuck.” I whispered as I slammed my fist into the ground.

title: Impulse (First "story")

question: What does the story say about the narrator's devastation?

answer: The narrator is devastated when the girl he likes rejects him. He is upset and feels like he wants to die. He apologises, but the girl remains silent. He feels like he has no right to kiss her neck. He hugs her longer than a standard hug. He feels like she might cheer him up or hold him a bit longer, but she doesn't do any of that.

critique: All sentences but the final one repeat the same information.

critique: The narrator is not devastated when the girl he likes rejects him. He is devastated when she leaves him.

critique:
-The response inaccurately mentions that the narrator is devastated when the girl he likes rejects him. The story says the narrator is devastated when the girl he likes says she likes someone else.
-The response also inaccurately mentions that the narrator apologizes, but the girl remains silent. The story says the narrator apologizes after he feels sorry.
-The response inaccurately mentions that the narrator feels like he has no right to kiss her neck. The story says he feels like he can't kiss her neck.
-The response inaccurately mentions that the narrator hugs her longer than a standard hug. The story says he hugged her longer than a standard hug.

-The response inaccurately mentions that the narrator feels like the girl might cheer him up or hold him a bit longer, but she doesn't do any of that. The story says he hopes the girl would do any of those things.

critique: The narrator's devastation is not expressed in the text.

critique: The response is missing the part where the narrator is devastated because he thinks the girl might not care if he were to fall off the building.

critique: The narrator doesn't feel like he has no right to kiss her neck.

critique: The narrator is devastated when the girl he likes rejects him. He is upset and feels like he wants to die. He apologises, but the girl remains silent. He feels like he has no right to kiss her neck. He hugs her longer than a standard hug. He feels like she might cheer him up or hold him a bit longer, but she doesn't do any of that.

text: The answer provides extraneous detail - it should be simplified to the narrator falling to his knees (the implication of devastation).

category: coherence


text:
3.14159265358979323846264…
The numbers spanned across the giant screens in the laboratory, going on for what seemed to be an eternity. The computers had been crunching numbers for years. Hundreds of them, never ending, never faltering. The silence in the room is broken by a few beeps, an indication that one of the computers had reached the end of the sequence. A technician quickly entered the room and examined the computer. “Damn thing, must be a glitch.” As he spoke another computer began beeping, followed by the rest. The technician looked at the screen, and sure enough the sequence had ended.

793014549105875302768134
END.

The technician dialed a number and raised his phone to his ear
“Hey I need some help with the computers down in block C,” the technician states and waits for a response.
“What’s going on down there, Tre?” The voice replies after a few moments.
“There’s a glitch in the system, saying that they’ve found the end of Pi,” Tre replies.
“We’ll get some of the guys down there to help you out, there’s no way Pi has an end right?” the voice asks
“I’m not too sure, not my field of expertise. I’m just here to fix the computers” Tre responds.

A few minutes pass and the other technicians arrive in the room, bothered by all the beeping and begin checking each computer individually for possible malfunctioning parts. After determining that the computers were fine they began checking for possible bugs in the software, and at that moment a handful of scientists burst into the room, mouths agape at what they saw on the screens in front of them.They had received calls and reports from the other labs that the end of Pi had been found. The scientists sat down slowly, with varying looks of wonder and horror painted on their faces. As they saw that each number matched the reports of the other scientists.
793014549105875302768134
END.
 Tre laughed and said “Don’t worry, just a glitch, we’re working on it.” The scientists were speechless, they knew nothing was wrong with the system, after countless years of waiting they had found the end of the seemingly endless. After a software glitch was ruled out as well the technicians asked the scientists what it meant to find the end of Pi.
“It couldn’t possibly...” Erik, the lead scientist began shakily. “It means our world, our universe, is only a simulation” The technicians began laughing hysterically at the thought, “You’re kidding right?” Tre asked, half curious, half afraid. “I wish I were” Erik replied. The technicians looked at one another thoughtfully, and then at the screen before exiting the room, they needed a break from all of this. The scientists retreated to their break room to inform the others of what was happening, the looks on the faces of each scientist went from joy to horror as the realization of what reaching the end of their project truly meant.

A few weeks went by and the news had soon spread to virtually every corner of the world. The final lab still computing Pi had reached the end of the sequence. A few days passed with little trouble, but with the realization that their lives, world, and universe was a simulation sinking in, the people of Earth went into a frenzy. Global suicide numbers quintupled and crime rates skyrocketed to unbelievable highs. No one seemed to care about their lives, or the law for that matter, now that the truth was revealed. It was all just a program. “What reason was there to abide by laws, or live anymore?” The question swept the globe and left many clueless on how to act. The few that denied the fact were swept away by the masses that had embraced, beyond reasonable doubt, that nothing they knew was part of the “real world”. Billions lost their lives and the world was left a former shell of itself. Cities burned to the ground, bodies scattered on the streets; in a matter of weeks the world had crumbled, destroying civilization as its people had known it. Tre looked sadly at the building he once entered each day to fix computers, now nothing more than a pile of rubble. Bang. A bullet passed clean through Tre’s skull as he fell to the ground. Blood oozed freely from the hole in the now deceased Tre’s head as a masked man searched his body for any valuables: Finding nothing but a few dollars and a picture of a woman, child, and the man he murdered smiling happily in front of a house, the masked individual ran off in search of anything that could be used to help itself survive.

Somewhere in a dimly lit room, a man looks somberly at his computer screen. The death and destruction of the once densely populated Earth playing out in front of him. He shakes his head as he looks on and slowly reaches his index finger toward a small green button. As he presses the button, the computer screen flashes white. A laboratory appears on his screen.
3.14159265358979323846264…
The numbers spanned across the giant screens in the laboratory, going on for what seemed to be an eternity.

Edit: Just something I came up with, never done much writing but wanted to share :)
Edit 2: Fixed placement of numbers

title: [RF] Pi

question: What was the dominant state of mind of humanity after it was discovered that their existence is a simulation?

answer: After millions of people found out the truth, Earth began to implode on itself. People became suicidal and stopped caring about life itself. Anarchy reigned supreme and nothing mattered anymore to the formerly once-united people.

critique: The answer is too specific about the reaction of the people. It should be more general.

critique: The answer should mention the collapse of civilization.

critique: The answer is a bit inaccurate. The world did not implode, but it did crumble.

critique: Add the word "violence" to "anarchy", to make the sentence clearer.

critique: People killing each other is not mentioned.

critique: The answer is a bit too specific. It should be more general.


text:
I took another breath. The electronic display read zero. I looked at the display not believing what it claimed. I looked outside the dome. The red clouds blanketed the sky covering the sun and the desert soil. I looked back inside, wondering how people lived fifty years ago at the turn of the millennium.

The phone which hung on the wall started to ring. I had never heard it ring before so I stared subconsciously before I remembered that I had to answer it. I walked over to the handset. The light blinked as the receiver stopped ringing.
The door flung open and two cops burst through the door.

‘Mr Collins?’ I looked at the guard.

‘Who’s asking?’ I replied.

The guards walked over, hooked me in both arms and dragged me down the hall after slamming the door while muttering something into his radio.

I looked the opposite way I was travelling as I skidded along. It was an odd sensation knowing that my life would end. The cold argon lights illuminated the room giving off a cold chill. I wondered who had invented them. The ability to turn heat into light whilst cooling the surrounding area had saved millions of lives, allowing a colony to keep cool without a power source.

We rounded several corners before we stopped. The guards dropped me to the ground and walked back the way I had come, closing two big doors behind them. I saw the gears and mechanisms on the door rotate and grind and I realised there was no way I was going back that way.

I stood up and brushed myself off. I had not collected a speck of dust because of the cleanliness of the corridor, but I still proceeded to nonetheless. I turned around to find a desk with a shorter man sitting in a black chair obviously too big for him.

‘Do you know why you’re here?’ He asked me.

‘Not really.’ I responded knowing full well why I was there.

‘Mr John Collins, born January 19th 2024, which makes you 32 as of 53 days ago, you were a model student, scoring an average score of a B+. We have no behavioural issues on record but a warning was issued in regards to a threat made to a colleague. You are an automotive service technician and you have no known offspring.’ He looked up and glared at me, waiting for a response.

‘Correct’ I responded.

‘On behalf of CiteRT, we are terminating your life on the grounds that you have expired your oxygen and water allowance without giving back to the community,’ I looked at his emotionless face. There was only the harsh truth of what lay beyond. ‘We are however offering you the opportunity to attempt to survive outside.’

I looked outside the window behind him. I looked off into the distance, beyond the cloudless, blue skies. Beyond the dirt mounds I could see nothing.

‘I accept.’ I don’t know why I did; it was just prolonging my agony. He stood up and handed me a backpack.

‘I’m sorry.’ He said. ‘Good luck.’ I saw the glint of a tear forming in my eye. He ushered me towards an elevator where I went further down than I ever had before. The elevator pinged as the doors opened and thousands of years of global warming hit my face in one blast.

I fell to one knee and opened my backpack to find a bottle of water and a gun. I put the gun to my head, and heard a gunshot behind me.
BANG! I turned…

EDIT: Formatting

title: Global Warming (Dystopian) [600 Words]

question: Summarize the negative events that happen to Mr. Collins over the course of the story.

answer: Mr. Collins is taken away by the police on the grounds that he has used up his supply of oxygen and water without contributing to the community. He is offered the opportunity to attempt to survive outside, but he does not. The day after, he is killed.

critique: The second sentence is inaccurate. He is offered the opportunity to attempt to survive outside, and he accepts.

critique: It is irrelevant that he is killed the day after.

critique: "The day after, he is killed." - extraneous information that should be deleted.

critique: The day after he is killed, not the day after he is offered the opportunity to attempt to survive outside.

critique: "The day after, he is killed" is unattested.

question: Summarize the elements that establish the genre.

answer: The story is set in a dystopian future where global warming has made the world uninhabitable. The protagonist is sentenced to death for using up his oxygen and water allowance.

critique: The protagonist is sentenced to death for using up his oxygen and water allowance, but it is not clear that the world is uninhabitable.

critique: "The protagonist is sentenced to death for using up his oxygen and water allowance." - this is incorrect. The protagonist was sentenced to death for using up his oxygen and water allowance without giving back to the community.

critique: "The protagonist is sentenced to death for using up his oxygen and water allowance." - this is inaccurate. The protagonist was sentenced to death for using up his oxygen and water allowance without giving back to the community.

critique: The protagonist is sentenced to death for using up his oxygen and water allowance without giving back to the community.

critique: The protagonist is not sentenced to death for using up his oxygen and water allowance. He is sentenced to death for having used up his oxygen and water allowance.

critique: The protagonist is sentenced to die because he has used up his oxygen and water allowance, not sentenced to death.

critique: The story is not set in a dystopian future. It is set in a future where global warming has made the world uninhabitable.

critique: The protagonist is not sentenced to death for using up his oxygen and water allowance. He is sentenced to death for having expired his oxygen and water allowance without giving back to the community.

text: First, identify and state the genre (in this case, futuristic dystopian society). When listing down the elements, it is a good idea to break down the contents of the narrative into what the text implies. While stating "sentences to death for having expired his oxygen and water allowance without giving back to the community" is correct, it would be better to list down the following: 'limited supply of water and oxygen are rationed to people', 'humans have a quota to meet to be considered fit for living in the society or severe meritocracy', and lastly, the colony is run by what appears to be a private company instead of a government (CiteRT). It is considered futuristic since the setting is after a point where the climate crisis has damaged the planet beyond repair, so the title, the part about how people were the turn of the millenium was 50 years ago, and the character's age and birthdate are all elements that depict the time setting. Another factor that should be mentioned is that citizens in the colony are monitored, as evidenced by how much information about Mr. Collins is given by the man sitting at the desk.

question: What is the central source of tension in the story?

answer: The main character is told that their life is being terminated.

critique: The answer should mention the reason for the termination.

critique: The story is not just about the main character being told their life is being terminated. It is about being sent outside to die.

critique: The answer should mention the reason for termination.

critique: The answer should mention that the main character is also being given the opportunity to attempt to survive outside.

critique: The reason is added before the protagonist's response.

question: What does the story say about preventing global warming?

answer: No answer

critique: The story does not say anything about preventing global warming.

critique: The story does not mention anything about preventing global warming.

critique: It is omitted the story does not provide any information about global warming but does describe a dystopian future.

critique: The story does not mention how to prevent global warming.

critique: The text has a lot to say about the theme of global warming and its prevention.


text: I walked slowly, admiring the eerie yet stunning beauty of this little paradise I found. The trees were all full of green leaves, so many shades from a bright emerald to a dark shimmering green almost black. The trees also boasted an affinity for life, squirrels, birds, bugs, snakes, all creatures coexisting within the same tree, and there were thousands of these trees around. The ground is covered in soft grass, damp and cool from the shade provided by the multitude of trees, Fungus and mushrooms of strange shades and hues burst through the ground at seeming random intervals, shelf fungus along the trunks of the trees make an almost spiral staircase up to the foliage. Luscious yet bizarre fruits decorate the upper branches and suspend themselves like shining gems, each a different color from the one next to it. The breeze and the sound of a distant river provide a soothing ambience along with the sounds of life in this place. I've been to this place quite often, climbed the trees, tasted the fruits, and talked with the multitudes of life, yet I have not seen the river from which this place must grow. I've walked for hours in all directions, the trees and bear no distinguishing marks, and I choose not to make any for fear of upsetting this place. I can always hear the river, never growing stronger or fading, always a constant, as if seeming for me to know it’s there but not to let me see it. I continue to wander, searching, no longer entrapped by the beauty of the trees or their complex eco system, the fruits have all become bitter, this place senses my frustration and changes accordingly. Sometimes when I first enter this place I can still feel the presence of the outside, I think I can see other people walking, as enraptured as I was when I first came here. I think I see them but, they too disappear as this place envelopes me. I am spending more time here now, constantly searching for the water, I don’t know why, but it’s all I care to find. The trees are growing to a constant shimmering black, and the sound of life has almost ceased. Every now and then there are bright places, with new life, snakes, snails, mice, all moving spasmodically in an area, like flashes of light in the surrounding gloom. I hardly notice them anymore. I must find that river, I spend almost all day here now, and I come back every night. The river still eludes me. I need to find it. The leaves have begun falling off the trees, what I can see of the sky is a flat black, it gives neither the illusion of night, but seems to absorb all the light. I've not seen a sun in this place yet. I choose to write this here now, in order to express the full effect, the need and desire to find this river. I don’t know why, or what makes me feel the need to find it. I'm not sure what will happen when I find it, or if I will, but I have to. Today I’m going to find the river. I found another snake, he had the same grin and vibrant colors of the others, I ignored the pleasant aura, I have to find the river. I opened its mouth to find two sharp teeth. As I carried the snake to a tree it began to grow, longer bigger, he grew cold in my hands. It started to hiss and writhe in my hands, I forced its mouth open and dragged the razor teeth across the dead tree. I must find the river. The snake struggled harder as I pushed its face into the tree harder, scouring deep gouges in the wood. The tree started to wail, a loud high pitched keening, its creamed and caught fire, the dead wood and remaining leaves alighting in azure, liquid fire. The burned down to a pool of aqueous blue fire, the surrounding trees caught flame also. I was surrounded by blue flames, purging this place of life and substance, the sound of the river grew stronger. Then I was there, the river raging relentlessly, flowing with the rage of an angry god. Still covered in the liquid blue fires I stepped into this torrent. I start to feel myself dissolve, as the river was made of the same liquid blue fire that burned me, yet as I felt myself burn away, my thoughts continued, my psyche still intact and active. I stopped the flow of azure fire, feeling it bend and give to my will. I opened my mind’s eye and surveyed my life as it was...... and I let go.

title: The grip and break of sanity.

question: What does the story say about the narrator's gender?

answer: No answer

critique: The narrator is referred to as "I" and "he"

critique: The narrator's gender is not explicitly stated.

critique: No answerbecause no concrete evidence is given.

question: What does the story say about the paradise the narrator found?

answer: The paradise the narrator found is a beautiful place with many trees, fruits, and animals. The trees are full of green leaves, and there are many fruits. The ground is covered in soft grass, and the trees are full of life. There is a river nearby, but the narrator has not seen it yet.

critique: It is omitted that the animals live on the trees, such as squirrels, birds, bugs.

critique: The answer should mention the eco-system.

critique: The answer should mention that the paradise changes according to the narrator's feelings.

critique: The answer should mention the strange fruits.

critique: The answer omits the narrator's search for the river.

critique: The answer should mention the narrator's frustration.

question: What does the story say about the narrator's search for the river?

answer: The narrator has been to this paradise many times before, but he has not seen the river from which this place must grow. He has walked for hours in all directions, but the trees and bear no distinguishing marks. He chooses not to make any marks for fear of upsetting this place. He can always hear the river, but it never grows stronger or fades. The narrator spends more time in the paradise searching for the river. He doesn't know why, but it's all he cares to find. The trees are growing to a constant shimmering black, and the sound of life has almost ceased. Every now and then there are bright places, with new life, snakes, snails, mice, all moving spasmodically in an area, like flashes of light in the surrounding gloom. The narrator hardly notices them anymore. He must find the river.

critique: The narrator is searching for the river.

critique: The answer is a summary of the story, not a description of the narrator's search for the river.

critique: The answer omits that the narrator begins to cut the trees with a snake, and the trees catch fire.

critique: "The narrator has been to this paradise many times before," is irrelevant and should be deleted.

question: What does the story say about how the narrator found the river?

answer: The narrator was looking for an elusive river when they found a talking snake. They embarked on a dangerous adventure to find the river, hacking the snake with its own fangs. In doing so, the river was nearly found. However, the river became tangled in flames. The flames nearly burned down the forest, but the narrator still managed to douse the blue fire and reach the river. However, the river he was looking for weeps blue fire.

critique: The last sentence is confusing and unnecessary.

critique: The answer is a summary of the story, not a description of how the narrator found the river.

critique: The response is a summary of the story that does not answer the question.

critique: The answer is a bit confusing in its wording.


text:
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Nurses and stethoscopes go together like peas and carrots. Since every nurse is unique, and there are only so many styles of stethoscopes available, it’s easy to understand why many nurses want to jazz them up with unique and interesting STETHOSCOPE ACCESSORIES or stethoscope covers.

[17 Stethoscope Accessories Nurse Will Love]

Since most hospitals have very strict uniform policies, with solid colored scrubs, there isn’t often much room for self-expression. Something small and unique, like a badge reel, can give you a little something to express yourself while still abiding all your employer’s policies. Plus, if you work as a float nurse, traveler, or another area of nursing where you’re not always with the same group, you want to make super sure that your stethoscope is easily identifiable.

These stethoscope accessories are perfect for gifting, or just updating your own work wardrobe. As nurses, we all use the same tools every day depending on our specialty. That is why I like to show my personality and my creativity in the accessories I choose to bling-up my stethoscope. Etsy is truly full of adorable accessories that will let you upgrade the looks of your stethoscope and here are my favorite picks!

Stethoscope ID Ring

[Stethoscope ID Ring]

This Stethoscope ID Ring is a beautiful custom addition to add to your daily wear stethoscope. Not only does it add a bit of bling, but it also personalizes it, so everyone knows it belongs to you.

CharMed Stethoscope Bling Charms[stethoscope charms]

CharMed offer a variety of stethoscope charms that you can customize for your personal interests. We really like these blinged monogram charms. You can get 2 or 3 to spell out your initials so it’s super clear that it belongs to you when it decides to walk off on its own.

Stethoscope Wrap Cover

[Stethoscope Wrap]

Covering a plain stethoscope is easy with this Stethoscope Wrap Cover! These stethoscope wrap covers are available in multiple colors and styles.

Red Cat Stethoscope Sleeve from JennyWrensGifts

[Red Cat Stethoscope Sleeve]

For the nurse that loves cats, this is a super cute idea! This Red Cat Stethoscope Sleeve is an adorable idea.

Nurse Organizer Purse

[Nurse Organizer Purse]

This cute purse is a great choice for a busy nurse to keep everything handy. The Nurse Organizer Purse can be customized with preferred colors and designs. You can put your stethoscope, pens, tape, and anything else you need handy.

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Laser Engraved Giraffe Print Stethoscope ID Tag from TrinketsByLisaT

[Laser Engraved Giraffe Print Stethoscope ID Tag]

This is such a fun stethoscope accessory and is personalized! The Laser Engraved Giraffe Print Stethoscope ID Tag is made truly beautiful by the use of Swarovski Crystals.

Personalized Medical Heart Nurse Name Tag from DestinationLtd

[Personalized Medical Heart Nurse Name Tag]
This Personalized Medical Heart Nurse Name Tag is an adorable blinged out addition to their stethoscope! A great accessory for nurses to gift to your favorite nurse this year!

Superman Stethoscope ID Tag from CuckooBoo

[Superman Stethoscope ID]

This Superman Stethoscope ID Tag is a great choice. I especially like it because the comic book character really speaks to the nerd in me.

Stethoscope Bag from BERGERBAGS

[Stethoscope Bag]

Everyone needs a bag to keep their tools for work in. This Stethoscope Bag for nurses is a great handy bag to toss you tools in!

Custom Resin Photo Stethoscope ID Tag

[Custom Resin Photo Stethoscope ID Tag]

Every nurse has someone special they think of throughout the day. This Custom Resin Photo Stethoscope ID Tag is a nice choice to carry those people a little closer to your heart every day while you work.

Stethoscope Flower ID Tag

[Stethoscope Flower ID Tag]

I love this beautiful Stethoscope Flower ID Tag as a great addition to any nurse’s stethoscope. Beautiful and classic, it reflects the heart of the nurse that wears it.

Stethoscope Charm Personalized ID Tag

[Stethoscope Charm Personalized ID Tag]

This Stethoscope Charm Personalized ID Tag is a great gift choice. They’ll think of you every time they take a blood pressure or auscultate for bowel sounds (in all four quadrants, of course).

Nurse Tool Belt Bag from ipopippo

[Nurse Tool Belt Bag]

This Nurse Tool Belt Bag is a fun way for any nurse to keep all of her tools together in a cute way. You’ll have everything you need in one convenient container.

Nurse Purse Medical Case from LoveAmarie

[Nurse Purse Medical Case]

The Nurse Purse Medical Case comes in a multitude of colors and designs so you can choose multiples to match your personality, the season or your scrubs!

Lotus Stethoscope Holder from NurseBorn

[Lotus Stethoscope Holder]

Carrying your stethoscope can be a real pain in the neck. It’s not good to keep in there. Every nurse needs a place to keep their stethoscope. Most go around you neck, but this Lotus Stethoscope Holder is a great choice for holding your stethoscope on your bag, waist or lab coat.

Stethoscope Earrings

[Stethoscope Earrings]

These Stethoscope Earrings are a super cute accessory to add to your daily wardrobe! While not for your stethoscope, it’s a great stethoscope accessory almost every nurse will love to have! (We even think some of the guys would dig these… maybe.)

Stethoscope Charm

[Stethoscope Charm]

There are multiple choices in colors and styles with this simple beaded Stethoscope Charm that goes easily on any stethoscope!

While this list is by no means complete, I hope it gave you some interesting ideas of ways to spice up your nursing routine, or perhaps the routine of a nurse in your life.

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-   22 Personalized Gifts For Nurses
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question: What is the purpose of a charm?

answer: To personalize a stethoscope.

critique: The answer should mention that the charm is a way to personalize a stethoscope.

critique: The answer should mention that it is to be worn on a stethoscope.

question: Summarize the reasons a nurse would want to personalize her stethoscope.

answer: The article says that since nurses use the same tools every day and nurses are unique, they want to express their individuality. They also want to make sure their stethoscope is easily identifiable.

critique: The answer is missing the point about expressing individuality.

critique: The latter part of the answer is inaccurate. There is no mention of making your stethoscope identifiable in the article.

question: Summarize the relationship between nurses and stethoscopes.

answer: Nurses use a stethoscope on a daily basis, and need to have a way of identifying it when it goes missing. Since most hospitals have strict uniform policies, this can limit their ability to express their personality. Stethoscopes are a universal tool for nurses, regardless of their specialization, so it's common to add accessories to them.

critique: The answer should mention that many nurses want to jazz up their stethoscopes with accessories.

critique: "Stethoscopes are a universal tool for nurses, regardless of their specialization, so it's common to add accessories to them." - this is a bit redundant and can be removed.

critique: The answer should mention that stethoscopes are a tool for taking a patient's vitals.

critique: It is omitted that there are a lot of accessories available for stethoscopes.

critique: The answer should mention that the accessories are for personal expression.

critique: Stethoscopes tend to get "lost" easily and medical personnel would need to identify who they belong to when they are returned.

critique: The answer should mention that nurses use stethoscopes to listen to patients' heartbeats and other bodily sounds.

critique: The answer should mention that the accessories are ways for nurses to express their personality.

question: Summarize the gifts in this article that are not meant to be used with a stethoscope.

answer: There are several gifts in this article that are not meant to be used with a stethoscope. One such gift is the nurse organizer purse, which is a cute purse meant for a busy nurse to keep everything handy. Another such gift is the nurse purse medical case, which comes in a multitude of colors and designs. There are also stethoscope earrings, which are a super cute accessory to add to your daily wardrobe.

critique: The answer could mention the nurse bingo, another non-stethoscope gift.

critique: The language about the purse and purse medical case is confusing.

critique: The answer should mention the nurse bingo.

critique: The answer should mention the nurse bingo game.

critique: The response includes extraneous information not useful for the task.

critique: The gifts are not meant to be used with a stethoscope.


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

question: What does the story say about the narrator's travels in Africa?

answer: No answer

critique: The story does not mention the narrator's travels in Africa.

critique: It is omitted that the narrator has not been to Africa.

critique: The answer should mention that the narrator doesn't travel to Africa.

critique: The answer should mention that the narrator traveled to Africa.

question: What does the story say about the narrator?

answer: He dedicated his whole life to exploration. Education and love were fleeting desires, ultimately disregarded if it meant renouncing his claim on the earth and her secrets. He was a man who knew how to live life to the fullest. He was a man who was driven by the thirst for discovery. He had spent his childhood ducking through the alleyways of his city's core, peeking into sun-laden rooms of clay only to find a mother baking bread, her leathered hands pressing a quiet pulse into a mound of dough. He had seen wonders untold from every corner of the globe. He had been to places and seen things no one else had seen. He was a man who had lived a life full of adventure and passion.

critique: The response includes extraneous information not useful for the task.

critique: The narrator's life is not described in the story.

critique: "He had been to places and seen things no one else had seen." - this is incorrect. The narrator was no longer unique because he had been to all the places and seen all the things.

critique: The narrator's childhood is irrelevant to the question.

question: Why does the narrator want to jump off a cliff?

answer: He feels he has seen and done everything there is to do. He feels that he has fulfilled his life's purpose. He doesn't want to die, but he doesn't want to explore any more either. He wants to die fulfilled.

critique: The narrator isn't afraid of death. He's afraid of the silence of death.

critique: The narrator doesn't want to die. He wants to die fulfilled.


text:
NORFOLK & WESTERN 2156 is a four-cylinder compound articulated (Mallet) steam locomotive with a 2-8-8-2 (Whyte notation) wheel arrangement. The Norfolk & Western Railway built it in 1942 at its Roanoke Shops in Roanoke, Virginia as a member of the Norfolk & Western's Y6a class. It is the strongest-pulling extant steam locomotive in the world, although it is not operational. It was retired from regular rail service in July 1959, and is now owned by the Museum of Transportation in St. Louis, Missouri.

In 2014, the museum leased it for five years to the Virginia Museum of Transportation in Roanoke, Virginia. It was towed from St. Louis to Roanoke on May 10, 2015 and towed back to St. Louis on June 10, 2020.

Historic significance

Norfolk & Western 2156 is the sole survivor of the railroad's Y5, Y6, Y6a, and Y6b classes (in final form referred to as the “Improved Y5/Y6 class”). These locomotives developed 152,206 lbs of tractive effort when built, with later modifications bringing them closer to 170,000 lbs. By comparison, the Union Pacific Big Boy locomotives developed of tractive effort. The only successful steam locomotives that developed somewhat more tractive effort, the Virginian AE class 2-10-10-2s, pulled trains at about 8 mph (13 km/h), while the N&W Y6's regularly pulled trains 50 mph (80 km/h), and some anecdotal evidence exists that they pulled trains up to 63 mph (101 km/h).

N&W 2156 is also one of the Y6a's that received a new firebox with an extended combustion chamber of the type used on the Y6b class, which increased drawbar horsepower from 4400 hp (3.3 MW) at 20 mph (32 km/h) to 5600 hp (4.2 MW) at 25 mph (40 km/h).

Steam versus diesel tests, upgrades, and controversies

Coal traffic was N&W's largest source of revenue, and it had arguably the most modern and efficient steam locomotives of any major U.S. railroad. Accordingly, N&W resisted conversion from coal-burning steam locomotives to oil-burning diesels longer than most. In 1952, N&W tested its A-class and Y6b-class locomotives against a four-unit Electro-Motive Division (at that time, of General Motors) F7 diesel set. The tests indicated that fuel costs and similar items were roughly the same, and the test was considered a tie. However, diesels eventually won out for lower maintenance and other operational costs.

Retrospective analyses of these tests have led to suggestions that diesel locomotive builder EMD and N&W cheated in the competition by using locomotives with secret modifications unsuited for daily work.[1][2] However, the greater weight of evidence and analysis indicates that N&W did not cheat on these tests, and that the only improvements were the ones N&W publicized and later incorporated into many locomotives.[3][4] Also, the major participants in this debate all appear to agree that N&W did ultimately modify most of its Y5, Y6, Y6a, and Y6b locomotives (including N&W 2156) with a new “intercepting/reducing valve” and ballast on the front engine, which increased their tractive effort.[5]

Operational history

Norfolk & Western used 2156 and the other Y6-class locomotives primarily for slower, heavy freight trains in the more mountainous districts in the Pocahontas, Radford, and Shenandoah Divisions. They mostly hauled manifest freight and coal trains.

When diesel locomotives took over the mainline steam operations, the Y6-type locomotives spent their last two years mostly on mine and other coal-field runs.

In July 1959, N&W donated 2156 to the St. Louis Museum of Transportation.

Current status

[N&W 2156 on display at Roanoke, May 2017] The museum cosmetically restored the locomotive in 1985.

In 2014, the museum agreed to lease the locomotive to Norfolk Southern and the Virginia Museum of Transportation in Roanoke, Virginia, in return for an EMD FT B unit.[6] On May 9–12, 2015, the locomotive was towed to its temporary home.

On May 31, 2015, 2156 was reunited with N&W Class A No. 1218 and the recently restored Class J No. 611 as N&W's “The Big Three”.[7][8]

On June 10, 2020, 2156 left the Virginia Museum of Transportation in Roanoke, VA to go back to the St. Louis Museum of Transportation. It arrived back at the St. Louis Museum of Transportation on June 15, 2020.

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title: Norfolk and Western 2156

question: Describe the type of machine the Norfolk & Western 2156 is.

answer: Norfolk & Western 2156 is a type of steam locomotive called Mallet, with a Whyte notation of 2-8-8-2, a type of articulated mechanism with eight wheels in a rigid frame.

critique: The answer should mention that the Mallet type is a compound locomotive.

critique: There is no evidence indicating that the N&W 2156 is a type of articulated mechanism.

critique: A compound steam locomotive is not 'Mallet'.

critique: The answer should mention that the Mallet is a compound steam locomotive.

critique: The answer is not clear about what a Mallet is.

critique: The response is missing a few key details about the type of machine.

critique: Only part of the answer is correct. The rest should be omitted.

critique: The response includes extra information not asked.

critique: Does not describe the wheel arrangement.

critique: The answer should mention that the Norfolk & Western 2156 is a four-cylinder compound articulated steam locomotive.

critique: The answer should include a more complete description of the type of machine the Norfolk & Western 2156 is.

text: The statement that the N&W has eight wheels in a rigid frame is unattested.

refinement: Norfolk & Western 2156 is a type of steam locomotive called Mallet, with a Whyte notation of 2-8-8-2, a type of articulated mechanism with eight wheels in a rigid frame.

question: What it the history of 2156?

answer: Norfolk & Western 2126 is a four-cylinder compound articulated (Mallet) steam locomotive with a 2-8-8-2 (Whyte notation) wheel arrangement. The Norfolk & Western Railway built it in 1942 at its Roanoke Shops in Roanoke, Virginia. It is the strongest-pulling extant steam locomotive in the world.

critique: The answer is missing the dates of when 2156 was retired and when it was donated to the museum.

critique: More information can be added to make it more accurate.

critique: The answer should mention the locomotive's retirement.

critique: The answer should mention that it was retired from regular rail service in 1959.

critique: The answer should include the history of the locomotive.

critique: The model number is incorrect. It is 2156.

critique: There is no mention of 2126 in the article.

critique: This inadequately describes 2156's history.

critique: The answer does not answer the question.

critique: The answer does not mention the date it was retired from regular rail service.

critique: "Norfolk & Western 2126" - is incorrect. It is Norfolk & Western 2156.


text:
{{ external media | align = center |audio1 = You may listen to “Torna a Surriento” (with Italian lyrics) as sung by the lyric tenor Nino Martini performing with the Alfredo Antonini Orchestra in 1941 HERE}}

“TORNA A SURRIENTO” () is a Neapolitan song composed in 1894 by Italian musician Ernesto De Curtis to words by his brother, the poet and painter Giambattista De Curtis. The song was copyrighted officially in 1905, and has become one of the most popular songs of this traditional genre, which include others such as “'O sole mio”, “Funiculì funiculà”, and “Santa Lucia”.

History

Tradition holds that the origin of the song dates to 1902, when Guglielmo Tramontano, mayor of Sorrento asked his friend Giambattista De Curtis to write the song for the Prime Minister Giuseppe Zanardelli, then vacationing at his seaside hotel, the Imperial Hotel Tramontano; it was claimed that the piece was meant to celebrate Zanardelli's stay.

Some claim the song is a plea to Zanardelli to keep his promise to help the impoverished city of Sorrento, which was especially in need of a sewage system. The song reflects the beauty of the city's great surroundings and the love and passion of its citizens.

More recent research indicates that the song may merely have been reworked for the occasion; family papers indicate that the brothers deposited a copy with the Italian Society of Authors and Editors in 1894, eight years before they claimed to have written it.

Neapolitan lyrics (“Torna a Surriento”)

English translation (“Come Back to Sorrento”)

Other recordings

“Torna a Surriento” has been sung by performers as diverse as:

-   Frank Sinatra
-   Beniamino Gigli
-   Dean Martin
-   Jerry Vale
-   Enrico Caruso
-   José Carreras
-   Plácido Domingo
-   Luciano Pavarotti
-   Ruggero Raimondi
-   Meat Loaf
-   Mario Lanza
-   Franco Corelli
-   Nino Martini[1]
-   Robertino Loreti
-   Giuseppe Di Stefano
-   Muslim Magomayev
-   Francesco Albanese
-   Jerry Adriani
-   Roberto Carlos
-   Alfie Boe
-   Anna Calvi
-   Karel Gott
-   IlVolo
-   Anatoliy Solovianenko, [2]
-   Robertino Loreti
-   Katherine Jenkins and Norton Buffalo with George Kahumoku, Jr.
-   Sergio Franchi covered the song in his 1962 RCA Victor Red Seal debut album, (_Romantic Italian Songs_), which peaked at #17 on the Billboard Top 200.[3]
-   A comedic version by Billy Connolly entitled, “Saltcoats at the Fair”.
-   Claude Aveling wrote the English language lyrics, which are titled “COME BACK TO SORRENTO”. Doc Pomus and Mort Shuman re-arranged it and wrote a new set of lyrics for Elvis Presley (“Surrender”).

Popular culture

-   In the television show _The Honeymooners_, Ralph Kramden identifies the song in preparing for his appearance on a quiz show called “The $99,000 Answer.” He mistakenly identifies it as “Take Me Back to Sorrento” and says it was written by “Ernesto Dequista,” which his friend Ed Norton says is “absolutely correct.”

[1] _Torna a Surriento_ as sung by Nino Martini with conductor Alfredo Antonini on archive.org

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title: Torna a Surriento

question: What does the story say about the history of the song Torna a Surriento?

answer: An origin story of the song suggests it was asked to be written by Guglielmo Tramontano, the mayor of Sorrento, to celebrate the stay of the Prime Minister, Giuseppe Zanardelli. Some believe it is a plea to Zanardelli to keep his promise to help the city of Sorrento. Others claim the song was written in 1894, eight years before the brothers claimed it was written. Still, others think the song was copied for the occasion. This could mean that the original song was written for the passage of Zanardelli through the city of Sorrento.

critique: It's omitted that it can also mean the song was reworked to be played in 1902 instead of written that year.

critique: The last sentence is confusing and unnecessary.

critique: "This could mean that the original song was written for the passage of Zanardelli through the city of Sorrento." - this part of the answer is redundant. It should be removed.

critique: The last two sentences are not relevant to the question.

critique: The last sentence is unnecessary and confusing.

text: It was not written by Guglielmo Tramontano; it was composed by Ernesto De Curtis to words by his brother, Giambattista De Curtis

refinement: An origin story of the song suggests it was asked to be written by Guglielmo Tramontano, the mayor of Sorrento, to celebrate the stay of the Prime Minister, Giuseppe Zanardelli. Some believe it is a plea to Zanardelli to keep his promise to help the city of Sorrento. Others claim the song was written in 1894, eight years before the brothers claimed it was written. Still, others think the song was copied for the occasion. This could mean that the original song was written for the passage of Zanardelli through the city of Sorrento.

question: What does the story say about when the song Torna a Surriento was translated to English?

answer: No answer

critique: The response misses to provide an answer to the task.

critique: The answer is apparently blank, but the question is answered. The English translation "Come Back to Sorrento" was written by Claude Aveling.


text:
The last two days had been very strange for me. I killed a man on a psycho’s lawn, and the next day, the psycho came into my office and asked if I would like to eat lunch with him. He seemed to be acting perfectly normal. I noticed his speech pattern had changed as well. He wasn’t saying “ya” or swearing anymore. Something was off. Or maybe Noah had just realized how messed what we had done was.
I put it out of my mind, and started to enjoy myself. Noah was actually very intelligent and funny. He must have been intelligent from the start, I concluded, he is a lawyer after all. He was probably just drunk for the last week. I chuckled at the thought.
We finished up our lunch, and headed out to my car. Noah said he had left his phone at my office, so I offered to take him there before I took him home. He thanked me in an uncharacteristically gratuitous way. However, I didn’t sense anything was amiss, and we got in.
Big mistake. The minute I got in the car, Noah pulled out what looked like an ingot, and bashed me across the head with it.
I woke up in a small, cramped room that I recognized as the interior of Noah’s shed.
“Took you long enough,” said Noah in a cold voice. “What the fuck?” I demanded.
“I can’t have another murderer taking advantage of Noah, now can I,” he said in that cold voice, “No, I’m going to have to kill you I suppose.”
“What? No! Noah, you don’t have to do this. I’m not going to tell anybody, you can let me go.” I knew he wasn’t going to.
“Noah’s not here right now. If you’d like to leave a message, please don’t. I screen his calls.”
Noah had finally snapped. The bastard was crazy.
I tried to reason with him, “C’mon Noah. You know you don’t have to do this!”
“I TOLD YOU I’M NOT NOAH!”
“If you’re not Noah, who are you then?”
“BELLUA.”
No. It couldn’t be. Noah had talked about Bellua so much, but always acted as Bellua was a friend or something. I finally put the pieces together.
“Yes, I can see the truth has finally dawned on you,” Noah/Bellua drawled, “Frankly, I don’t see how an idiot like you became a neurosurgeon. Let me explain it to you. I’m the original Noah. The Noah you know is simply a second personality of mine. Noah was born after I was caught in an explosion. That’s why he is so fixated on fire. I’ve been this way for as long as I can remember, but now that I have the Other Noah, it is so much easier for me to cleanse this disgusting society. The Other Noah agrees. He doesn’t have my capacity, so he uses fire as his tool. It’s crude but it works. Why, just recently he managed to rid society of a bartender who was a serial rapist. I’m much more dedicated however. I take out the real sickos. Like you. And Other Noah will dispose of your body. You pretend to kill only bad people, but what about the little girl who you kidnapped and did unspeakable things to? What about the man you decapitated for fun? ANSWER ME? Why’d did you do it? Did you have any reason? NO! I may be a monster, but I know that! People like you, who pretend to be infallible, make me sick!”
My cheeks were so cold. I couldn’t believe it. How did he know all this?
I knew I was going to die. I began to say an Our Father.
“YES. This reaction. I love it!” Noah/Bellua bellowed, “The ‘prayer,’ as if pretending to repent to an entity you’ve never believed in will make it all better. Using religion as a fair-weather friendship with God, I love it! But why bother praying to God now? I control your life now: I am your God. Pray to me!”
I said nothing. Noah/Bellua began to pace, muttering something under his breath.
“What?” I said.
“Squares!” He murmured a little louder,
I realized what he was doing: getting ready to kill me. Finally, I closed my eyes, went limp,  and gave up.
But he wouldn’t let me do that. He yanked up into a sitting position forcefully, and suddenly I felt metal being pressed down, then a sharp pain in the back of my neck. He wouldn’t stop. It felt like he was cutting something out. When he finished, he showed me what he had done. The square piece of my skin he had cut out was dripping with my blood.
“And now, I must bid you adieu,” Noah/Bellua whispered into my ear. And all was dark.

title: Bellua (Original Short Story by Me) p.3 Rust (Final Part)

question: What does the text say about the narrator?

answer: The narrator is a doctor who did something so bad that he killed a man on a psycho's lawn. The psycho ended up appearing as if nothing happened, but something was off. The narrator thought Noah was intelligent and funny, so he put the thought out of his mind and enjoyed lunch with him. He had no idea that his lunch interview with the psycho was going to turn into a nightmare. The narrator was in deep trouble because the psycho was going to kill him by bashing him with an ingot.

critique: The narrator is a neurosurgeon, not a doctor.

critique: The narrator is not a doctor. He is a neurosurgeon.

question: What does the text say about Noah?

answer: Noah is the main character's psycho friend who acts perfectly normal. However, it turns out that the main character killed a man and the real Noah was pretending to be the second personality, "Bellua". The main character learns that Noah killed a little girl, a bartender who was a serial rapist, and decapitated a man for fun.

critique: The answer omits the fact that Noah is a lawyer.

critique: It misses to mention that Noah is serious and psychotic enough to kill the narrator, whom he seems to consider among the sickest people of all.

critique: The answer should mention that Noah is a lawyer.

critique: The answer should mention how the real Noah was able to know the main character's crimes.

critique: The answer omits that the main character was also a serial killer.

text: The last sentence is inaccurate. It should be: The main character learns that Noah knows he killed a little girl, a bartender who was a serial rapist, and decapitated a man for fun.

question: Summarize what happens to the narrator at the end of the story.

answer: The narrator is kidnapped by Noah and taken to his shed. Noah reveals that he is Bellua, and that the narrator is going to die. The narrator tries to reason with Bellua, but Bellua is not having it. The narrator begins to pray, but Bellua is not having that either. The narrator is then killed by Bellua.

critique: "The narrator is kidnapped by Noah and taken to his shed." - missing the part where Noah kidnaps the narrator and takes him to his shed.

critique: The answer should mention the narrator's mental state.

critique: The answer should mention the square of skin Bellua cuts from the narrator.

critique: "The narrator begins to pray, but Bellua is not having that either." - this sentence is confusing and needs to be rewritten.

question: Summarize how the narrator and Noah met.

answer: No answer

critique: An answer can be generated from the text.

critique: The narrator and Noah met on the psycho's lawn.