"Come, poor babe: I have heard, but not believed, the spirits o' the dead May walk again: if such thing be, thy mother Appear'd to me last night, for ne'er was dream So like a waking. To me comes a creature, Sometimes her head on one side, some another; I never saw a vessel of like sorrow, So fill'd and so becoming: in pure white robes, Like very sanctity, she did approach My cabin where I lay; thrice bow'd before me, And gasping to begin some speech, her eyes Became two spouts: the fury spent, anon Did this break-from her: 'Good Antigonus, Since fate, against thy better disposition, Hath made thy person for the thrower-out Of my poor babe, according to thine oath, Places remote enough are in Bohemia, There weep and leave it crying; and, for the babe Is counted lost for ever, Perdita, I prithee, call't. For this ungentle business Put on thee by my lord, thou ne'er shalt see Thy wife Paulina more.' And so, with shrieks She melted into air. Affrighted much, I did in time collect myself and thought This was so and no slumber. Dreams are toys: Yet for this once, yea, superstitiously, I will be squared by this. I do believe Hermione hath suffer'd death, and that Apollo would, this being indeed the issue Of King Polixenes, it should here be laid, Either for life or death, upon the earth Of its right father. Blossom, speed thee well! There lie, and there thy character: there these; Which may, if fortune please, both breed thee, pretty, And still rest thine. The storm begins; poor wretch, That for thy mother's fault art thus exposed To loss and what may follow! Weep I cannot, But my heart bleeds; and most accursed am I To be by oath enjoin'd to this. Farewell! The day frowns more and more: thou'rt like to have A lullaby too rough: I never saw The heavens so dim by day. A savage clamour! Well may I get aboard! This is the chase: I am gone for ever. --Exit, pursued by a bear"
I bear a charmed life.
The quality of those pictures is pretty shit.
Answer to the ultimate question is not the answer to everything. If it were then we'd have a lot more things that we understand and a lot fewer that make sense.
And my question goes unanswered. I bet it's back at the top of the page crying.
Perhaps that is so.
Okay. Friends are those who consent to abuse. Somewhere between Elvis and Bowie.
Well... He's an idiot and a ***. So can you answer my question?
Which movie, television program, or anything would I find the following in? "[There is a dude and] one day he sees a little girl about to get beat up and helps her he gets grabbed and they rip his shirt and engrave the word "hero" onto his chest with a knife"-My Idiot Friend I seriously think I've seen this before, but I do not know where...
I looked it up but I still have no idea what you mean by casting. Other than this fatal gap in my knowledge I guess I liked this, I just never knew what was going on.
Story line number 3 for Other Offices. Ad Hoc Escape 1: Everyone Says That It's Grey Even in the dead of night it was possible to hear the sounds of sirens passing and see lights flashing by as the police rushed to some emergency or another from the darkened town home complex that housed a single shadowed body. This body crouched over in a corner next to a high end laptop on a threadbare carpet rubbing it’s palms together intently in the unfurnished house; it like all the others around it had been foreclosed upon in recent months and hijacking power was easy enough. “Codec set: ten grand, passkey: five and a nice dinner, watchin’ 2.8 million dollars transfer into multiple untraceable accounts offshore: priceless. And I didn‘t even have to crack a safe, this job was way easy!†The body threw back it’s unnaturally pale arms into the bluish light of the screens backlight in a motion of pure glee. But it was just in the body’s moment of exult that it was interrupted by a booming voice made to crunch with static by an out of date bullhorn. “Come out with your hands up, we know you’re in there!†The voice bellowed. It probably belonged to a portly man of at least thirty eight. With a slight grumble the shadowed body closed the laptop, guising itself in pure darkness. “Cheese it. The fuzz? Naw, only private investments are this fast, but maybe they got the fuzz too, after all I am in the illegal here. Hmm. I guess I should go meet them.†Several stumbling steps and a few moment’s rummaging later the escape route was planned and the stage was set, all that was left was to greet the audience. The door creaked open bathing the bare feet of the body in dirty yellowed light accompanied by intermittent splashed of red and blue that would reach as far up as the waist. “Show us your hands!†The bullhorn man boomed. He was joined by man more men of similar and different appearance each crowded with others behind cars, some police, some civilian. “Hey there party animals!†The figure responded, stepping out into the lights revealing a mess of baggy clothes crowned by a paper bag with two holes carefully cut out of it for eye slits. “Hands in the air!†The man yelled defensively. The body laughed haughtily before tearing a hole in the bag around the mouth area and making various obscene gestures to the crowd of armed men. “And I’ll wave ‘em like I just don’t care! Hah ha! You guys never learn do you? You gotta bring an army to take me in ya damned coppers!†Then it hit like a typhoon, first the tear gas went off, then the rest was a blur of moving units and the sprawl of pursuit. -- She was brought into a small room with a clink of handcuffs present with every stride. The room was empty save for a table and two chairs, one was already occupied by a built man in full military garb medals, beret, and all, the other chair the pale, almost grub colored girl was roughly heaved into by her armed escort of two stony face men. For several moments the two sat alone in silence after the other men took their places on either side of the first, their superior no doubt. Suddenly the girl grinned and placed her now shod feet on the table leaning the chair back so far her bonded hands could just feel the dangling chains skimming the surface of the floor. “Bullshit. Come on, you really called in a detachment of commandos to get me? I was just kidding, kid-ding.†The girl moaned nearly falling over with her exaggeration of motion. She righted herself and sat straight up without removing her feet from the table. “Quiet.†The man said as he sat, waiting for something apparently, quite impatiently at that, as one could tell by the steady rhythm of his tapping foot. “Come on. I don’t deserve this shit.†She groused even more impatiently. “Sir!†A balding bureaucratic looking man walked in with a sizable folder that the girl could only assume was one her and handed it to the leader. “Well, Miss according to the people you bombed two months ago, you do.†The built man replied tossing a photo of a terrorist bombing's after math in the Moscow Underground, one that hadn‘t run in any of the papers. “What the fuck man? Who the hell do you think I am, some kinda terrorist?†She retorted blowing the photo away with a single puff of indignation. “The records we’ve compiled thus far back it up, there’s no need to hide it.†The man countered with mock congeniality. “Quit shittin’ me, I know what I did an’ I know it wasn’t anything like that. I was laundering money two months back, and last month I was acquiring codes to hack into the treasury department, illegal yes, lethal no. You can even check my laptop provided you meatheads haven’t gone an‘ trashed my place.†The girl frowned and rolled her eyes at the plastic smile the soldier wore as he spoke, it was sickening. “All of your personal items have been taken to evidence to verify that you are who you should be.†He replied, somewhat less cordially after being referred to as a meathead. “Which I, by the way, am not. Now send me to corporate prison or whatever what I did lines up with the likes of Ken Lay and them dun it?†Just as she finished speaking the folder bearer walked back in with a harried expression and a light glaze of sweat. “Sir.†He said pulling the built man aside. “Report.†The folder man proceeded to whisper a series of things into the other man’s ear with incredible rapidity. The listener frowned at the pale girl as she smirked at him. “I see.†He replied and sent the folder man off to do whatever it was folder carriers do. Then he paused for several moments. “You’re not the one we were looking for.†He finally admitted as if it were a huge loss. “Thankyou.†The girl breathed tersely. “However, we aren’t sending you to prison just yet.†He qualified with a hand gesture that sent away the armed escort. “What you talkin’ ‘bout… Wallace, you look like a Colonel Wallace to me.†She laughed halfheartedly. “If you will.†He waved an arm ahead of himself as if to invite her to walk ahead of him. The girl snorted and acceped the invitation with some hesitation. “Sure Wallace, sure.†She bumped her scrawny shoulder into his muscular one as she passed him out into long hallway. Then the two continued on toward a large grey doubled door at the end.
Not bad. I do think you can improve on this though. I cannot impress upon you enough the meaning of editing. You leave out periods and capital letters all over the place and put exclamation marks next to commas, it's not really that much of a problem but it's annoying to read something with incorrect grammatical construction that obvious. Overall I can't complain much but I've done my best to nitpick at anything that might be considered bad. CHAPTER 3: Start by the end (last part) Spoiler “When some sort of traumatic event happens, and it seems like you will die; they say your life flashes before your very eyes. Every event, memorable moment. Everything. Apparently I don’t care about anything enough to deem it memorable…†A moment of silence overtook the graves. Blood spilled slowly from an arm. The alarming sound of gunfire. A dying howl. Transition is awkward, it works but it could be better is some ways “You okay kiddo?†A grunted question came from the lips of a tall man, as the unknown creature fell to the ground, though this (victory or some other word describing the event more thoroughly) came with a price; the beast had bitten the man’s arm. “You blasted creature! Look at what you’ve done to my coat.†The man looked at his leather ensemble only to see it reduced to expensive rags. “Kid, get up and run!†The man commanded fiercely as he removed the remains of the useless coat. -“What, but….my mom she’s still-“ -“She will be fine, now move your ass!†-“What!? Y-You expect me to run?†-“I don’t think that you could do much else, now run!!†-“I’m going back, my mom isn’t safe, and neither is Bian-“ -“Kiddo, you are pushing my buttons at the wrong time!<--(This guy talks kinda funny) You better run, now or I’ll drag you myself.†Ein looked at the man for a moment and nodded without saying a word. “Good†the man said. For a moment it seemed like everything had gone quiet. With fast and steady footsteps they both ran through the fog; Ein occasionally hitting himself with(on) the grave markers, though it seemed this man was fully aware of his surroundings, as he didn’t even flinch as he so swiftly avoided each obstacle. Each step made Ein’s heart race, at this moment it felt like the only thing that mattered was running. “Kid, watch your step, you don’t want to get eaten do you?†The rugged man spoke, but he didn’t even take his eyes off the path. Ein just looked at him fatigued. It seemed like neither the fog or the thing that was pursuing them would disappear. Finally they seemed to be reaching for the great, open cemetery fences. “Wait!...†-“We can’t go….There’s a gir-“ “You mean me?†Ein was cut off, as a small figure appeared out of the thick fog. “You made it out safely?†Ein was impressed. Surely she must have dealt with something like that before, because at the current situation he felt weak and disoriented; but she seemed to be doing fine. “Ah, the Saint, I presume?†The man looked at her for a moment, as his clear intention was to demonstrate the fact that he had information on them. “I guess that’s what someone like you would call me†Bianca crossed her arms; slightly irritated by the fact that she was being inspected by the unknown man. WAUUUU!!!!!! A ghastly howl could be heard through the foggy cemetery, it made the cold sweat that ran through Ein’s back feel even colder, as a churning feeling overcame the stomach. “You know, we can drink tea and eat cookies while we wait for whatever the hell is after us, or we could run and survive!†Ein shouted frantically as his left arm tilted with the flow of adrenaline.(Why his left so specifically, did I miss something?) "This feeling, is makes me tremble…but at the same time…its invigorating†He thought for a moment, the indescribable thrill was something he had never felt before. “Kid, if you have some sense of humor left in you, you’re okay, so quit whining so much†The man replied in a matter-of-fact tone. “He is certainly right, we cannot stay here. Complete stranger, do you have some sort of transportation method?†Bianca asked, letting a small hint of sarcasm blend with her wording(sarcasm is more in the tone that something is said, treat it as such). “I’m glad you asked, because as of now, you two are under my surveillance (surveillance isn't the word to use here, it's just watching but this guy obviously also has to take care of them so I'd find a better word here). I’m so glad you would come willingly.†The man replied. Returning the same dose of sarcasm; right back at her. Ein looked at them both as they began running, each two on front of him, there was something about it that made him feel light headed. His vision had already gone blurry by the time they got to a sleek black car; which by the looks of it was a very expensive one. He felt the cool steel of the door as he stopped before he looked back. His mother’s van was still there, even though it was on the other side he could see the slight figure of his mother. “At this moment I understood why I felt light-headed and my vision was becoming blurry….it was sadness….sadness and tears. I’m not sure why but I felt like things were changing….not that they had changed, which they had…but still in the progress of chnge….that’s what I feel at this moment†That was the last thought his mind could gather. Letting the smooth back seat of the sporty car’s leather comfort his head. Ein’s senses slowly darkened into profound sleep.
Deader than ectoplasm.
That's such an awful name.
Thage... it's creepy, it's not a real word, and it rhymes with phage, but what is it?
I would not remember a thing from so long ago.
Actually in the movie where they went to America the translation was so strange and editing was so severe that they translated a weird LSD trip of epic proportions into an almost logical premise.
Not spoiled. I still haven't finished FES.
Cu cu cachoo.
I am he as you are he as you are me = and we are all together
