...The Script The Man Who Can't Be Moved lyrics Going back to the corner where I first saw you Gonna camp in my sleeping bag, I'm not gonna move Got some words on cardboard, got your picture in my hand Saying if you see this girl can you tell her where I am Some try to hand me money, they don't understand I'm not broke I'm just a broken hearted man I know it makes no sense, but what else can I do How can I move on when I'm still in love with you 'Cause if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street So I'm not moving I'm not moving Policeman says son you can't stay here I said there's someone I'm waiting for if it's a day, a month, a year Gotta stand my ground even if it rains or snows If she changes her mind this is the first place she will go 'Cause if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet And you see me waiting for you on the corner of the street So I'm not moving I'm not moving I'm not moving I'm not moving People talk about the guy Who's waiting on a girl, oh whoa There are no holes in his shoes But a big hole in his world Maybe I'll get famous as the man who can't be moved And maybe you won't...
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...This situation became a problem when the bag was in my possession, even before I got to Wassaja. Even though I forgot the alcohol was in my bag, by taking the bag out of my trunk, I became responsible and guilty of underage alcohol possession. Nia and I then walked into Wassaja. Her plan was to walk through to get to the other side quicker and proceed to her destination. I handed the bag to her before even going around the desk to clock in. She sat it down on the ledge, I clocked in, we chatted, them she disappeared for a few minutes (I assume she went to the bathroom). I continued to get settled at the desk like normal. She came back and not too long after, she left, accidentally leaving the bag behind. I did not even realize it until I went into my bag to get my computer. Once I saw the wine, I called Nia immediately. I believe it was twice, but she did not answer. I then called someone I knew was nearby and of age to come get it. However, not too long after their arrival, the senior desk clerk came in, came around the desk, and spotted it. After reflecting on the incident, I made note of the roles I played in the situation, as well as the many things I could have done differently. I identified my roles as a “Participant” role, as well as a “Negligent” role. I played a participant role because although the bag was not for me, I did at some point, have the bag. My intentions was to grab only my computer and charger out of the bag once I got to work, and Nia would take the bag...
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...Memorable Character He stood by the corner of the streets, seldomgazing into the distance. His dark flaky hair, roughand odorous suggested the fact he hadn’t had the satisfaction of a bath. His emeraldmilitary jacket; oncetartan green now faded to light grey, covered the untucked, split, and sweat-stained shirt which lay buried underneath. Filled with filth, the old pair of jeans he wore wascut in his knees and reposed four inches above his broad-brush ankles, uncovering the putrefaction that was deep within him. The greyness of everything that surrounded him gave the impression that the lingering shroud of darkness had consumed the sunlight, which once shone upon him that soon warred its way below the horizon of animaginary forest. The stillness in his eyes reminded me of the frozen souls who stood inanimately to the waning glare of the sun casting shadows of the figures of the deceased in a world only he knew of. A startlingly lissom, slender nose was above a distorted mouth with a smear of lines at the corners giving him the face of someone who smiled regularly, but his stiff jaw gave a portrait of a man who knew only one thing and that was failure. Looking deep into his eyes were two fiery balls with an intimidating nature. Hishair was like a grey ocean that swayed with the breeze of the wind. He had a mysterious aura about him, inflicting fear pheromones and perhaps even curiosity at first glance. He had vulgar eyes darker than the moon during an eclipse. My heart was beating...
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...The women emerged from the kitchen to find Fortune seated on the couch, talking to someone who most definitely was no Carter LeBlanc. The young woman was about Fortune’s age, and appeared to be even less concerned than Fortune with matters of hair and makeup, if that were possible. She wore jeans and a clean t-shirt, and her straight brown hair was pulled back in a serviceable ponytail. “Oh, hello. I don’t know if you remember me.” The young lady stood and offered a firm handshake to Ida Belle, Gertie, and Mary-Alice in turn. “I’m Ainslee MacEntire. I work at the McCully Inn, over in Lemon Tree.” “Why, I believe I do remember you,” Gertie exclaimed. “Yeah. The situation with that guy from New Orleans. With the wife. You did such a good job I was hoping you could help me out.” “Well, you made a good decision to call the Sinful Ladies’ Detective Agency,” Gertie declared. “The what?” Ida Belle exclaimed. “How did you find us?” Fortune asked quickly. “I remembered you said you were from Sinful. I called the sheriff’s department here and talked to someone named Myrtle. She knew all about you.” “Myrtle gave you my information over the phone?” Fortune exclaimed. “I think I’ll have to have a chat with her.” “Oh, no, nothing like that,” Ainslee assured Fortune. “She said the women I’m looking for might be here, or you might not, but if I really wanted to know, I’d get myself over to the General Store and talk to someone named Walter, and he’d decide whether he thought it was safe to...
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...The Voice Of Truth By Casting Crowns Intro (Gtr 2, Capo 3, Replay during Chorus.) Dsus2 Dsus2 D Dsus5 xx0230,xx0230,D, xx0235 Verse 1 (gtr 1) F Dm Oh what I would do to have, The kind of faith it takes Bm F#m Bm To climb out of this boat I'm in, Onto the crashing waves F Dm To step out of my comfort zone, Into the realm of the unknown Bm F#m Bm where Jesus is, And He's holding out His hand C Bm F But the waves are calling out my name And they laugh at me C Bm F Reminding me of all the times I've tried before and failed C Bm Bm C Dm The waves they...
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...| | Take the PA-663 exit, EXIT 44, toward Quakertown/Pottstown (Portions toll) | 0.5 mi | | | Turn left onto John Fries Hwy/PA-663. Continue to follow PA-663. | 3.4 mi | | | Turn left onto S West End Blvd/PA-309. Continue to follow PA-309. * PA-309 is 0.1 miles past Hickory Dr * Wendy's is on the corner * If you are on W Broad St and reach Quakertown Plaza Shop Ctr you've gone a little too far | 5.8 mi | | | Turn right onto Passer Rd. * Passer Rd is 0.5 miles past E Fairmount St * If you are on Main St and reach Station Ave you've gone about 0.4 miles too far | 0.06 mi | | | Take the 1st left onto Flint Hill Rd. * If you reach Suter Rd you've gone about 0.5 miles too far | 0.6 mi | | | Turn slight left onto Taylor Dr. * Taylor Dr is 0.2 miles past Walnut Ln Stay to the right | 2.0 mi | | | Taylor Dr becomes Apples Church Rd. Stay to the right | 0.8 mi | | | Turn left onto Leithsville Rd/PA-412. | 0.6 mi | | | Take the 2nd left onto Meadows Rd. * Meadows Rd is just past Springtown Hill Rd * If you are on Leithsville Rd and reach Herbert Ave you've gone a little too far * 2nd left after Giant | 0.10 mi | | | 1770 MEADOWS RD is on the left. * Your destination is just past Baker Ave * If you reach Railroad Ln you've gone a little too far |...
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...Introduction Description of a prison The walls closed in. I could not escape the endless, darkened wait to freedom. Sat in the corner of the chilled room, I can see the sharp corners at each edge of the room. The walls, painted red many years ago, connecting each corner forming a perfectly shaped square room. The dull paint on each of the four walls carries a burden memories where psychotic men drawing closer and closer to their death had been scratching at the walls. Looking up from the corner of the cell, my light flickers as many moths flutter around it finding the only hope and light that is left in the prison. ...read more. Middle Each man would shiver in the darkness of their cell knowing that this evil man would lead them to their death when the time would come in the near future. Every hour of every day, on perfect timing, the shadows of the evil guard would seep the rusty bars of each cell in the zoo of madness. Every twelve hours of every day the bell of the old clock tower would ring twelve times driving average men closer to madness. Every twelve hours of every day the bell ringing would drive those men closer to wanting to add the speckles of blood on their cold stone floor. Looking around when darkness falls in the real world, a small crack in the wall shows life outside in freedom. ...read more. Conclusion All the prisoners know it is time for another to walk the mile. And soon after the unlucky prisoner leaving the smell of burning flesh fills the halls and...
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...MAKING Gather the needed supplies and place them your cart. Using gloves strip off all linen from the bed and place them inside a plastic bag. If a bed is used and it is already soiled, replaced it with a fresh one. Lay down the bed pad on the bed. Place it on top of the mattress. Keep it smooth-flat over the bed. Secure it by tucking-in the garter on the corners. From the head side, lay down the first flat sheet on the top of the bed pad, with the right side up. Tuck-in the undersides of the sheet then miter all corners in such a way that the sheet tightly covers the mattress. Place the second bed sheet on top of the first flat sheet, with the wrong side up. Smoothen over and leave the edges hanging on the sides. Lay down the blanket on the top of the second bed sheet. Let it hang on the sides. Place another flat sheet on top of the blanket with the right side up. Stretch top corners towards the edge of the head side of the bed. From the head side, fold and tuck in the edges of the last sheet about 8-10 inches from the top edge, same level as the blanket. Miter all corners and tightly secure them into the mattress. Smoothen to make a neat appearance. Lay down the bed cover on top of the finished bed. Place the pillow inside a pillow case and lay it on the head side of the bed. Smoothen over the bed to make a nice appearance. VACUUMING Close the patio/balcony door before...
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...THE CROSS house was twenty paces away and the proximity and sight of it made Gary Soneji's skin prickle. It was Victorian-style, white shingled, and extremely well kept. As Soneji stared across Fifth Street, he slowly bared his teeth in a sneer that could have passed for a smile. This was perfect. He had come here to murder Alex Cross and his family. His eyes moved slowly from window to window, taking in everything from the crisp, white lace curtains to Cross's old piano on the sunporch, to a Batman and Robin kite stuck in the rain gutter of the roof Damon's kite, he thought. On two occasions he caught sight of Cross's elderly grandmother as she shuffled past one of the downstairs windows. Nana Mama's long, purposeless life would soon be at an end. That made him feel so much better. Enjoy every moment–stop and smell the roses, Soneji reminded himself. Taste the roses, eat Alex Cross's roses–powers, stems, and thorns. He finally moved across Fifth Street, being careful to stay in the shadows. Then he disappeared into the thick yews and forsythia bushes that ran like sentries alongside the front of the house. He carefully made his way to a whitewashed cellar door, which was to one side of the porch, just off the kitchen. It had a Master padlock, but he had the door open in seconds. He was inside the Cross house! He was in the cellar: The cellar was a clue for those who collected them. The cellar was worth a thousand words. A thousand forensic pictures, too. It was important...
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...Dangerous Corner J.B. Priestley is one of the outstanding English authors of his time. His Time Plays brought him world fame. He was the first one who used time tricks and flashback in his works, which made the break in the means of development of the character. Characters of his plays appear in a new light before our eyes, and the time trick allows us to see them in a new, deeper level. The extract under analysis is taken from the play “Dangerous corner”. According to its title we can guess that the play describes some dangerous situation, it implies that “dangerous corner” is a dead end, a difficult situation, which has no way out, like “to be in a tight corner”. However, to my mind there can be one more interpretation of the title: “corner” – like a turning point in one’s life – some people have courage to turn around it, to face all the difficulties and danger and cope with them, but others haven’t, they are afraid to lose their illusions, to lose the aim of the life. So we can see that the play deals with mental topic. The situation described in the play deals with the state of affairs in the family of Caplans. From the beginning of the extract we can see the development of two sub-plots: wireless play, and the situation on the foreground, which are mixed. The wireless play is called “The Sleeping Dog”. As the characters explain, the sleeping dog is the truth, which you shouldn’t disturb. But not all characters agree with this statement. Robert Caplan starts investigating...
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...each table with four high chairs surrounded. Beside the wall connected to the left-handed entrance, there is a normal round desk and two chairs in opposite. Opposite to the left-handed wall, the right side is all glasses which are the windows of the office in the next door. At two corners, there are two tables with chairs. Besides, at the left-handed corner, there is several irregular shapes colorful glasses stick on the wall and the reflecting different color by lamps just like in KTV. The commons is a lobby for students to take a rest or do some own work. It has two entrances and each entrance has two large gate posts. The integral color of the lobby is bright yellow and it has an octagon ceiling. As corresponding, there is a black-green octagon pattern on the floor. In the middle part of the lobby, there are 4 high top wooden round tables and each table with four high chairs surrounded. Beside the wall connected to the left-handed entrance, there is a normal round desk and two chairs in opposite. Opposite to the left-handed wall, the right side is all glasses which are the windows of the office in the next door. At two corners, there are two tables with chairs. Besides, at the left-handed corner, there is several irregular shapes colorful glasses stick on the wall and the reflecting different color by lamps just like in...
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...Rough-Draft Monologue: Extension of ‘An Odious Damned Lie. 4 minute monologue: She did it. She wrapped her arms around my throat and gave it all she had. Her arms were so fragile but sturdy. Strangling me. She was just strangling me. Taking the life out of me. After all this time, my constant provoking got underneath her skin. I’m actually surprised the roles switched. Attacked, to attacker. *slow and steady* Loris wasn’t the victim. Who would have thought the little nuisance would do it? She finally got the courage to stand up for herself. It’s about time; Of course it didn’t last long. She couldn’t have expected it to either. At least I hope she wouldn’t under estimate me like that. It’s one thing to underestimate me, it’s another to challenge me. I don’t understand, why does she always do this to herself? She makes it hard on her own. I mean, she’s kidding, right? *said in laughter* this girl needs to learn and who better to teach her than her mother? I would have figured she would know by now. Don’t push my limits. She’s felt the effect of that. Couldn’t she have been a simpler child? She had to get involved. Involved with the drama. With the boys. With the uselessness. What good does she really think would come from her immature games? They aren’t going to do anything for her. They aren’t going to get her anywhere. I could see her shifty eyes as soon as I sat down on the bed. She was trying. I could tell she was trying hard. But for what? Approval? You can’t...
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... I froze, mid step paralyzed by fear as to what or who just spoke to me. As I stood there for what seemed like three minutes, but in reality was a couple of seconds. My fear slowly slipped away and was replaced with confusion and relief, as I recognized that voice and bark. I then turned around a little too quickly as I almost lost my balance. To face a half worried, half stern looking Mr. Jacks and his bulldog. Mr. Jacks then says, "Are you ok?" I'm quick to reply, "Yes, I'm fine, but why did you just come by yourself. If anything I'd think you would of gathered the whole class and escaped the plane." "I cannot allow a student to venture out on their own without any surpervision plus, its dangerous." He says. In which I role my eyes to, as i've wandered out of the plane countless times try to escape and always heard a form of the same thing. "What about the other kids?" I say concerned. "They will be fine, I will come back for then once we've found your parents." Mr. Jacks says sincerely. "Alright, well we better get moving, its "dangerous" as you say to be out in the open" I say nervously. As we walk for what feels like years around, flinching to any noise we hear. I start to notice that we are near a city. Which explains the many abandoned cars and highways, that loop in unusual shapes. Leading to what I assume is the city. From where I stand, I could distinguish buildings that soar over smaller ones and are crowded together. We must have walked for only really a couple...
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..."Good day." I nod to the guns the guards are holding in an X in front of the entrance, signaling for them to let me pass. I need to get into that tent. Today is the day. Now or never. "No can do miss 'Lizabeth. The Emperor doesn't want no one in there." replies the broad guard, whom I believe is called Richard. Oh no, I need to get in there, surely if I don't succeed His Majesty the King of England will have me hanged. I was already nervous enough, but now I might not even be able to get in there and do my duty? "Surely you are mistaken," I begin, trying not to let my fake french accent waver, "The Emperor asked me to come serve tea for him and his officers at noon. Am I mistaken? I'm sure that the clock said noon..." I added the bit about the tea, and it's not a complete lie. The Emperor has grown quite fond of having me at his tea time, me - a servant girl. I think he fancies me, but I dare not acknowledge it, he is the Emperor after all. "Oh, sorry miss." replies Richard, who moves his gun while motioning for his companion to do the same. Richard, I've learned, is very unintelligent, it's a wonder how he got the job of guarding the Emperor. "It is quite alright, Richard." I fake a sigh, and I walk through the small entrance. It takes a moment for my eyes to adjust to the dimly lit tent, but once they finally do, I see that the only other person in the tent is Napoleon himself. "Why Emperor, I thought I was meant to serve you and your officers tea this afternoon, was I...
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...turn the page and the few words left scribble off into long ink blotches and red splatter across the paper. That’s it. He died while writing this. His last words scribbled among his own blood. Dammit. Of course, I shouldn’t be surprised. The only way out of this hell hole and it’s a damn suicide mission. I quickly skim over the last page once more before closing it and shoving it back into my jacket. This escape plan is complete insanity… But it’s not impossible if it exists. Impossible would be getting through the landmines and over a three hundred foot wall. Who would be crazy enough to jump into a well? Me, because I’m actually considering it. I start my return home, my thoughts wandering and my questions all jumbling into useless corner pieces. Would it be too much to ask for a simple yes or no solution? Apparently. But what if that escape is real? What if it’s my way out? And that’s the question. Is it real? And do I take the risk? I shake my head, rubbing my temples. And what then? What do I do if I get out? Run straight at Daemn? I’ll be in a body bag before I can blink. But I can’t just walk away. No, if I get out, I have to be smart and patient. I don’t care if I die as long as he dies first. Still, it’s not like I can just stroll into a demon city… Wait, maybe I can. I stop as I return to the entrance of the subway, climbing up the concrete debris. I stand on the top debris, the late morning sun shining down on me through the clouds. A triumph smile across my lips...
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