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Old Scripts - Afterlife ConceptINT. OFFICE
NORMAN sits behind a desk - to one side is a window, from which traffic noises can be faintly heard - with a bored expression on his face. NORMAN reaches down and picks up a paper bag; opening it and removing a sandwich. NORMAN leans back and puts his feet on the table; hitting a switch. Swerving and crashing noises echo, but NORMAN doesn't notice this, and continues eating.
All of a sudden, NORMAN chokes; clutching at his throat, and falls off his chair and onto the floor. He briefly claws at the air, before falling limp.
After a second of nothing, the figure of NORMAN slowly fades into view - still choking, although he quickly stops and begins breathing normally. NORMAN looks around in confusion, and then looks forwards.
NORMAN's POV: A long line of people stretching towards a large pair of golden gates.
NORMAN's mouth falls open.
(This repeats faintly throughout the entire scene)
The line begins shifting forwards; people gr
Gift Art - Ddraigtanto: ClosureAUTHOR NOTE: The following story takes place several years after the events of "Unus Ad Alterum", by which point in time Ddraig and Alexander (Lord Greywater) have had a son; Elwynn. It should be envisioned as taking place in the middle of another story; one in which Malefor has made another attempt at world domination, and on a much larger scale than the last time, but has just been defeated by a large force of dragons in a lengthy battle. Schakri was present at this battle, and scuffled with Ddraig before being defeated along with Malefor. As a consequence of Malefor's defeat, Nightshade has been freed from his influence, and she has been brought to Avalaria Palace - Ddraig and Alexander's royal residence - to recover alongside the Avalarian Royal Family. When she retires to another chamber with Cynder and Spyro, Ddraig and Alexander return to their own rooms in an attempt to calm down after the stress of the day.
From her nest, Ddraig grumbled. It was late; moonlight streamed
Gift Art: Dragon Earth History Concept...due to a lack of historical records from this period, the exact circumstances of the establishment of the Duchy of Avalar are unknown, but an old Avalarian children's tale mentions a "Good King" who brought the dragons to safety in the valley. The species of the King is not traditionally addressed in the story, and many have assumed it referred to (NAME); the legendary builder of Warfang, but a new theory suggests that the King may have in fact been Rudolph II of Burgundy; the King of Arles, who supposedly granted the lands to a large group of dragons in return for their aid in uniting his realm in 933. Supporters of this theory propose that the name "Avalar" is a corruption of the term "Vallee Arelat" - literally, "Arles Valley" - which would suggest that humans were more involved than previously thought in the foundations of the modern Avalarian state.
In any case, the Duchy of Avalar was, from its founding, subservient to a larger state; initially the Kingdom of Arles, and then t
Skylanders - Analysis and Merger1.6 SKYLANDERS REVISITED
First of all, let's go over what we know about the characters of Spyro - or Skyro, as he is occasionally called by fans to differentiate him from the previous two incarnations - as he appears in Skylanders. What is known about this new Spyro? Despite being a wholly new character, his backstory contains elements of both of the series that predate Skylanders.
Spyro is said to be from a line of rare purple dragons - as in the Legend of Spyro series - and is stated as having been a hero from a young age; having gone on many adventures as a result - alluding to the Original Spyro games. This work eventually caught the eye of Master Eon, who transported Spyro to the Skylands to get him to join the forces with the Skylanders. At some point following this, Spyro eventually defeated Cynder and freed her from the control of Malefor; the Undead Dragon King - a reference to the plot of the first game in the Legend of Spyro series.
So what do we make of this? Despite the ma
The Beacon Doused - A Pern Fan-FicRukbat rose across the Northern Continent of Pern, illumating the mountains that surrounded the vast structure of Telgar Weyr. Inside, on a ledge on the north side of the Weyr Bowl, K'dan paced outside his weyr, too anxious to enter. He could hear the cries from the inner quarters all too well from where he stood, as they echoed off the stone walls of the weyr. Lurenth lay beside him, his eyes whirling red as he picked up on his rider's distress for his mate.
Footsteps behind him alerted K'dan to another's presence, and he turned to see the Weyrwoman ascending the steps to his weyr. Fiona had insisted that K'dan and Lorana be housed in a weyr near hers, which they had accepted, although K'dan had briefly protested when he had realised she intended for them to occupy one of the weyrs normally used by a junior queen. Fiona chuckled at him as she drew closer; seeing the look on his face. "Come now, K'dan," she began, patting his arm in a soothing way. "Be calm. This should be a joyous occ
101 Dalmatians Adaptation Unity TheoryFirst of all, let's look at the origins of the characters. The original novel doesn't detail how Mr. & Mrs. Dearly (Radcliffe in the Animated adaptation, which also gave us the names Roger and Anita) met, but the animated and live-action adaptations both show the Dalmatians bringing their owners together (although it is Pongo alone in the animated film). In the book, Mr. Dearly is rich as the result of (). In the animated adaptations, he is a musician. In the live-action adaptation and the animated TV series, he is a computer programmer. Mrs Dearly's occupation - if any - is only shown in the live-action version; where she works for Cruella DeVil as a fashion designer. The two are also joined by a "Nanny" - in the original books, there are two Nannies; Nanny Butler and Nanny Cook, who looked after both Dearlys in their youth, and now serve the jobs that their names entail. While not named in the animated adaptation, the Nanny of the live-action film is said to be Anita's Nanny; thus sh
The First Step - DraftMalefor scrutinised the glowing rock. He was, of course, fully aware of the inherent dangers of dark crystals; many times had Infernacus, the Fire Guardian, lectured him on their unstable nature. However, he had no choice. No other crystals were as powerful, and as long as he worked alone, he would need as much power as he could get, despite the vast concentration it took to ignore their foul temptations. He sighed. Not much longer now. He had escaped being corrupted by their dark influence thus far, and his plan was almost complete.
Malefor supposed he owed one thing to Ankine; if not for him, he wouldn't have realised his...destiny. His purpose. After Ankine had died, he had fled to Tall Plains, fearing he would be held responsible, and it was there he had seen the mysterious carvings. It had all become so clear to him. Why else would he be able to master Elements none had seen before? Why else had their never been anybody like him? They had told him; reminded him constantly througho
What Levitas Did Next - Draft"Look, Levitas, look who's here."
"Yes, I am here. You have been very brave."
The small dragon looked around his clearing in confusion. Night had fallen, and the stars were out. He had only meant to rest his head for a short moment, but he must have fallen asleep, for his captain and all the others had left and he was now alone.
Levitas slowly got to his feet, not wishing to worsen the injuries he'd received from the French dragons. Oddly, his chest no longer hurt and his body wasn't aching. Perhaps he was well again? He craned his head back to examine his wounds, and rumbled in surprise. There was no sign of the bandages, and the great gashes that had marred his hide were gone! He nosed at his side in confusion. There wasn't even a scar.
Levitas supposed that the nice man who came to clean him each night had removed the bandages while he slept - and his harness, which he now realised was also gone - but that didn't explain how he had healed so quickl
Spyro Elemental Analysis DraftIn the Legend Of Spyro series, we are told that there are only four types of Dragons, plus the occasional rare Purple Dragon. Each of these types is attuned to a specific "Element" which is reflected throughout their body structure. In addition to this, these Elements are represented through a series of symbols; some abstract, some simple.
Over time, it becomes clear that many more "Elements" exist than the ones commanded by the four dragon types and the Purple Dragons; some people have attempted to design different Dragon types based off various unusual Elements encountered in the series, and some even from outside the series.
While the lack of information towards it in-game suggests that there are no more types of Dragon than those actively identified in the game series, it cannot hurt to imagine potential other Elements and types, and hypothetical designs for these can be easily imagined by examining the information that already is available to us, such as how the Elements express t
09-11....I Can Still Remember If one closes their eyes and thinks long and hard, they can still remember.
They can still remember the glory that graced the New York skyline before the dreaded 11th day of September in the year of 2001 when hell burst through the skies, and rent the world into ruin and sorrow. Families were broken, hearts were shattered, and nothing would ever be the same again. The security of our nation was never again taken for granted. We thought we were safe forever....then, we realized we weren't. Because we are the most powerful nation in the world, we thought no one would ever do us any harm. We though we were invincible. We thought were like the Titanic...unsinkable.
The towers fell, they crashed to the ground, and the rubble filled the streets. People were trapped beneath it, and many cried out for help, but sometimes, no help would come to them. The steel was wrenched in all sorts of ways...it was the skeleton of the towers, an
Descriptive PortraitureYour eagerness to begin our first day together, in person, was as bright and warm as the golden California sunshine that crept playfully into your window. You waited to wake me only for as long as you could stand to, then tousled my hair and spoke to my jetlag-stricken self in singsong until I stirred.
Your own dark brown tresses, unbrushed, fell flawlessly around your face and onto your pajamas-clad shoulders as you responded to a few e-mails on your laptop. The contrast between your skin and hair in the light of dawn was absolutely striking. In mid-dress, I whipped out my camera and sneaked a picture. You mock-fumed when you heard the shutter click.
"Don't worry," I reassured you. "I won't post it anywhere."
But I did, and thank goodness you were forgiving. It was too perfect not to share. Even my smarting eyes could tell that your face had expressed the utmost sense of joy and serenity.
* * *
That blue-and-white-striped Hollister shirt had been a staple in your wardrobe for ne
DaddyI can count on two hands how many words I said to you today.
I say two hands because I like rounding up.
Remember when I used to pretend to be asleep in the car on the way home from Grandma’s so you’d have to carry me into the house when we got back? It wasn’t always you carrying me, sometimes Mom or Matt did, but I’m sure you knew that I was faking it and you happened to like carrying me just as much as I liked to be your little passenger.
Fake sleeping was something I did a lot, and I’m sure you knew every time that I did. I faked it so I wouldn’t have to get out of bed so soon in the morning.
I faked it so I could sit in my room until dinner had long since got cold and you’d gotten tired of calling for me. You don’t wake a napping child; it’s far too hard to get one to nap so you just let them be.
Though you always knew when I was faking sleep, I doubt you ever knew the times I did because I was feeling guilty.
Crystal of Dreams I enter the little shop, and it catches my eye immediately. That crystal, so square in its pointedness, so blue in its paleness, I know that crystal, I am sure of it, for I have seen it many times before. I can still remember when first I saw it, in fact.
I was lazing one day by the riverside, under a large green leaf for shade, when I heard the sound of something approaching, like a boat paddling up the river. What I saw though, glimpsed through the twisted vines, was no boat though. It was some sort of serpent, or large eel, with grey leathery skin, with it's neck stretched upward and its head towering over the tall jungle trees. It was moving quickly, unnaturally so for something of such a size, splashing me with a great torrent of water as it passed by, so that I only saw for a moment that a solitary figure, human probably, sat atop its head, and that it was being followed by some sort of black flock, or swarm, though those horrible things could be calle
Another worldShe rested her head on the plane window and let the electric guitars and screaming vocals flood her ears. The drums pounded away, and the dark, melodic vocals soothed her grieving soul. Her blue eyes surveyed the air around her; she longed to see someone. Even if it wasn't possible, she dreamed of seeing him. A crash of the symbols and a final riff collided in her eardrums, signaling a grand finale. As the vocalist screamed at the top of his lungs, she watched the world around her fall, as she slipped into another world.
She traveled to this dimension, eyelids heavy from her journey, and sleep embraced her peacefully.
But still he haunts her dreams.
Stop saying I shouldn't get raped...When I was 18 years old I was sexually assaulted.
In the warm summer months following my high school graduation I basked in the sunshine of my newfound adulthood. I had a car, a steady job, and the freedom to leave town for weeks at a time. I returned home infrequently, and these trips were almost always in the name of social calls.
On one such occasion, I attended a party with one of my best friends. We drove along the winding dirt roads of Colrain, in search of our friend’s far-off farm where we would not be disrupted or caught drinking underage. The briskness of the night was a welcome break from the oppressive heat of the August daytime and as we sat around a roaring fire, passing around a bottle of vodka we had soon melted into heaps of laughter. We soon found ourselves running through the nearby cornfield, full of joy and stripped of any restraint our soberness provided. Back by the fire, this loss of inhibition manifested itself differently.
Kris, barely my acquaintance, d
A walk in the Rain ForestI took a walk in the woods the other day and took a lot of photos.
It was a walk in the Olympic Rain Forest
To see what it looks like, click the link below
Rain Forest slide show video
Story of HerAnnyeong.
The word meant “hello”.
“Hey,” she said.
“Hi…” I whispered, being the quiet and lonely kid I was.
“Do you mind if I sit here?” she asked.
“No… I don’t mind.”
We were on the bus for a field trip to the high school for our 8th grade Tech-Ed class. I felt nervous yet happy that she was sitting there. I’m sure she was sitting there to be next to her friends, I thought as I looked out the rainy window. I could feel her looking at me and I could hear her and her friend giggling. I’m sure she is just mocking me. That’s what everyone has done, I thought. She tapped my shoulder and handed me a little note.
“I like you,” it read.
I met a girl in my 8th grade year. She sat across from me in class (the class was seated in a “C” shape) and I saw her every morning. I couldn’t bare to look at her. It wasn’t because she was repulsive, but the complete opposite.
SalvationMusic had always been my salvation. In elementary school, my music teacher discouraged me from continuing practice on the flute. I wasn't doing "well enough", I couldn't blow hard enough to make a solid note. But instead of telling me to quit, he showed me the bells, my first glimpse at mallet percussion. I didn't have to pound a drum loudly like the other percussionists; reading the music was the same as I had been studying for the flute. All I had to do was tap out the notes on this unique piano-like instrument.
I reveled in mallet percussion, loved having my own part to play in the grand scheme of the music piece. I was an individual without being completely in the spotlight. As the years progressed, I held my post with no challenge; no one else knew how to play mallet percussion. Throughout middle school it was the same; in lieu of learning snare drum and sticking, I played fanciful melodies on the bells and vibraphone.
In high school, I joined the concert band, jazz band and orche
Lecture Hall Bingo01.02.03.04.05
1. Actually Useful Information
2. Someone Eating/Drinking
4. Noise Interference (From Both Microphone Or Neighbouring Room)
5. Next Lecture's Students Waiting In Room
6. Person Reading Newspaper
7. Person Taking Less Notes Than You
8. Person Taking More Notes Than You
9. Lecturer's Computer Malfunctions
10. Person Actually Enjoying Themselves
11. Person Using Computer Or Internet To Muck Around
12. Anything Of Note Not Listed Here
13. Free Space
14. Lecturer Repeats Information
15. Loud Noise As Somebody Drops Their Stationary
16. Anything Listed Here, But Done In Full View Of The Lecturer/In The First Three Rows
17. Sleeping Person
18. Rumbling Noise As Everyone Packs Bags Before Lecture Ends
19. Person Who Didn't Come Back After Lecture Break
20. Coughing/Sneezing Person
21. Somebody's Cellphone Goes Off
22. Problems With The Lights
23. Two People Talking During Lecture
24. Person Gets Up During L
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