12 word "vocabulary stories" from our participants

We started in late 1999 to post our participant's vocabulary-word stories that used either:

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Selected Stories from our Participants:
Story: Woman with a Big Heart by CG from AOL
  • There was a woman with so much courage that she would not accept her concluding relationship with her first heartthrob as the core model for all of her future realtionships. Although she was heartbroken, she kept cordial dates with friends, and leaned on them for support and strength. Her heartiness was quite remarkable, and an example to other women that were inspired by her noncomplacency. One day, as she was at the Home and Garden show with her friend, she saw a cordate, and it touched a cord in her. Tears welled in her eyes. Rather than become discordant, she decided to find a recorder to help her to write books of courage for other women suffering sad heartbeats after break-ups in their lives.

    Story: The Duke and Dutchess by MW in Oklahoma

  • THE DUKE AND DUCHESS DEDICATED THEMSELVES TO HIS DICTATORSHIP. HIS PREDICTIONS BECAME VERY CONTRADICTORY. WHAT HE AND HIS WIFE THOUGHT WERE CONVENTIONAL. THEY BECAME EVENTFUL AND VENTURESOME. THEY DEDUCED THE PEOPLE LIKED THE IDEA OF AN AQUEDUCT FOR THE TOWN. THE DUKE THOUGHT THAT THIS WOULD BE VERY PRODUCTIVE IN PREVENTING THE TOWN FROM A WATER SHORTAGE.

    Story: Fight with my Baby Sister by TY from Yahoo

  • When I was playing and pretending to myself to be a policeman, I indicated to my baby sister which way she should or should not go. She didn't listen to me. As a policeman I was very angry, so I tore a piece of paper from my mom's dictionary to make a "ticket" for my sister. But this time, my mom got angry because I tore a page from her dictionary. Mom said it's an educational instrument. Now it would be very inconvenient for her if anyone needed to check on words from the reduced dictionary. I still am upset about her verdict to me, I who am a brave policeman.

    Story: The King by LM from AOL

  • The king decided he must abdicate his throne after his brother intervened on behalf of the family. The edict that Advent was not to be observed was the last straw in a string of actions designed to circumvent the covenants the Royal Family had made many years previously. The king was a genius at seducing others by serving as a conductor of false information, especially to those who were addicted to knowledge and information. His maledictions were infamous throughout the land and for those who observed Advent. His attitude led to his resignation and ultimately the survival of Christianity in the country.

    Story: The Vocabulary Adventure by JA from AOL

  • One day last week, I had an educational adventure. It happened at the most inconvenient time since I wanted to use my free time to reduce my homework and my mind was in no condition to start a new lesson. I needed to invent a new system to handle all the misconduct in my classroom. I decided to use my most dreaded subject (language arts) as a tool of punishment for the kids who like to use nasty words. Every time some kid would say a nasty word, they would have an introductory meeting with the teacher. The kid would indicate to me the proper spelling of the words and the kid would have to use the dictionary and write down ALL the definitions to that word on the chalkboard. The class would then decide on how many times that kid would have to write those definitions on paper. The verdict the class would make would be carried out after school. As a souvenir, the guilty party would get to keep all their definitions. As it turned out, this worked very well. Now, we just make sure we do not tell on each other.

    Story: Musical Reflection & Thoughts by YL from Rocketmail

  • I like to listen to music. My favorite classical musician is Beethoven. He dedicated and composed his famous symphony No.3 to Napoleon. I don't believe in predictions. 4 years ago, I heard a prediction from a weird person, but it didn't come true. My hobby is reading. I usually read books in my free time. One day I read a philosophical history book, and I agreed that sophists' insistences were really contradictory. I had to go to chapel when I was college student. I hate to hear conventional speeches. My grade and psychological health were not good, so I got counseling. My counselor helped me to deduce problems, and I found I didn't take anything by way of prevention from the gap between my mind and body's ability. I wanted to be venturesome in my life. However, I wasn't healthy enough. I couldn't tolerate lots of eventful happenings. Now I start again. I study French and English. I think it's as helpful as aqueduct of agriculture in Israel. What do you think about a Duchess? I think whoever does one's best can be called a Duchess. I wish I will be able to be called one.

    Story: The Time Machine by SG from Skyinet

  • I want to be the first to invent a time machine. I would go back in time to when the cave men ruled the Earth. Then, I'd check out their condition. I'd love to see what is in their dictionary. I bet the words are funny. My teacher said that all this would be very educational, and she wants a complete report on what I learned when I got back. That would mean extra homework along with finding the definitions of words like verdict, and misconduct. Along with my report, I think I'll bring a souvenir as well. I hope everyone will like it. This would be my kind of adventure!

    Story: My Nightmare Adventure

  • Lyle stared at the pile of coke before him. Wicked, seductive, it lined the crevices of the coffee table the way it lined his life, everywhere -- he wondered if it burned somehow on some chemical level the way the bridges of his life had, turning to ash whenever he turned to face them. A laugh like a sob escaped him. His eyes wavered shut, almost involuntarily. A thought, seeded in malediction, blossomed into a virulent flower and he remembered his first high. White powder, the inducement of a doorknob marked with this strange and curious substance, and his sudden suprise at the scene beyond. "Come on in, Lyle", Marcus said. In that instant, Marcus became a saint. "Come on in."...
  • And cocaine had come like an advent. Marcus, the divine agent, to intervene between Lyle and his miseries, casting around careless edicts in little plastic bags to order Lyle's problems away and, at once, obscure every path to the productive ends of his life. He looked around him. Every door in his career closed, every trust defiled, every wordless covenant broken, and he loathed himself. Loathed his reflection. His cravings forced him to abdicate his humanity. His wants snowballed into needs, and he tried vainly to circumvent those needs, and ignore that realization. Lifting his head to the empty walls, "It's more than just a hobby", Lyle said, "It's an adventure."
  • Like stamp collecting, or the coins passed down to him by his grandfather, the gold ducat framed in velvet and rich oak, the last picture on the wall, glimmering keenly like a clever eye, knowingly. Maybe it was the eye of God judging him, the eye he would sell for cocaine.

    Story: Billy Bob & his 500 Year-Old Dictionary

  • Billy Bob liked ADVENTURE. He travelled all over the world collecting SOUVENIRS from EDUCATIONAL institutions on his travels. One of his most treasured possessions was his 500 year-old DICTIONARY from a Greek university. His friends thought Billy Bob had a "CONDITION" because of how he made his friends play a really stupid game. You would have to INVENT words and then Billy Bob would check his dictionary to see if they actually exsisted. This was a very boring game. Billy Bob would INDICATE on a list he kept how many times his friends had actually invented words. Billy Bob would be the judge in the game because no one else was allowed to touch his dictionary. He gave the final VERDICT on words and penalized players because of their MISCONDUCTS. This greatly REDUCEd the fun. Billy Bob stopped playing the game (much to his friends enjoyment) when he received an INTRODUCTory offer to a brand-spanking new dictionary. Billy Bob ordered one, it came in 8-10 weeks. Billy Bob thought this was quite INCONVENIENT because he could hardly contain his excitement. You see, Billy Bob had a fetish for dictionaries. He sits in his room now all alone reading his dictionaries. He sits in his room at Sunny Side Mental Hospital when his treasured 500 year-old dictionary was stolen. It's a sad but true story!

    Story: Governor, Does It Pay to Help?

  • Governor Lowjan issued an edict that all persons arrested for being addicted to illegal drugs should not only be fined forty ducats, but also receive jail sentences. He believed this punishment would be an inducement for addicts to change their life styles. With the advent of this news, people spouted several maledictions, even suggesting that Lowjan abdicate his office.
    Since he had a covenant with the people to only suggest laws conducive to the public welfare, he decided to circumvent their wrath by offering an alternative. Only those engaging in seductive behavior should be punished.
    Lowjan decided people often do not want to be protected so well; therefore, he would no longer intervene to help them.

    Story: Continental Geography Story

  • The continent of North America is very large. It is very warm at the equator. The Northern hemisphere is where you will find Greenland. Latitudes near the equator are warmer. The mouth of the Mississippi is formed with eluvial soil. If you go to Alaska you will see glacial movement if it is warm. The expanse that has a lot of sand is called the desert The topography of the area makes it hard to develop subdivisions The erosion of farmland is a real concern. Some people just meander all over the road. Florida is a well known peninsula. The polar regions are very cold.

    Story: Lucky to Know World Geography

  • I was born on the continent of South America and I resided in Ecuador along the equator. It is so hot there that my family and I moved to a different latitude and to a higher elevation. We finally made our home in the mountains before you reach the glacial temperatures. My father had known of an eluvial plain in an upper region of the mts which we were now calling home. Around my house the topography was very mountainous and rocky. The terrain consisted of steep slopes caused by erosion from the nearby meandering streams. I got injured quite frequently and decided to leave South America all together. I found my new home on a penisula by Greenland close to the polar caps. I now can tell the world I lived in both the north and south hemispheres and feel like I know the geography of the world.

    Story: Journey to Adventure

  • It all began with an adventure. My adventure. I was raring to go and ready to set out on my journey. I had invented a story to explain to my mom why it would be educational. She finally approved the idea. Meike, Rachel, and I were off to Germany! After a very long plane ride, we arrived in Hamburg. After the usual introductory jazz, Meike's father indicated that we could hit the streets. Meike had a school ID, so we received reduced fares on the metro subway system, and Rachel and I could hardly keep from squealing from the apparent excitement. When Meike asked us what we would like to do, I immediatly declared my goal of seeing every WWII site within a 50 km radius. Well, this was vetoed immediately and we decided to visit the town's central park. Meike said she remembered something about an open air punk concert. Bohse Unkelz, the famed German punk band was holding a concert. When the break began, my personal needs urgently required a bathroom. So, I left Meike and Rachel to visit and set off on my quest to find a restroom. After waiting in line for 20 minutes, I used the restroom & went to find my friends. I passed a small souvenir shop and bought a German dictionary for only 3 marks. Pleased with myself, I finally found the place where we were sitting. Perplexed, I found our purses left unattended and had no clue to the whereabouts of my friends. Then a policeman walked up and asked me if I I knew the red-headed American who was with a blond German. I said, "Umm..yeah..where are they?" He replied that they were picked up for misconduct and the verdict was they had to clean up the entire bleachers. We laughed about that one for a long long time. Of course, Meike and Rachel still do not see it as funny as I do. However, they fail to remember I helped them clean the bleachers...

    Story: Bob (The King) & Me

  • Rather than abdicate the throne, King Bob issued an edict commanding all addicted people be given 20 ducats of silver. This action served to circumvent the malediction placed on him with the advent of the upper class. Queen Jill intervened by making a covenant with said upper class that was conducive to everyoneÕs desires and induced the King by seducing him.

    Story: Real World Leaders

  • Part of our educational experience should include an induction into the "real world" to see how those who have broken the law have been reduced to a condition of less than a citizen. You would take a trip to correctional facilities where those who have been summoned a verdict of imprisonment due to misconduct are housed. This sort of adventure would forever leave an impression on today's youth who have clearly indicated that the world is not a safe place anymore. They say that everyone must be made accountable for his/her actions, however invconvenient it may seem. Hopefully, they will then invent new ways to bring harmony in our society as they grow up to become powerful decision makers and bring new definition to an old word in the dictionary: leader. This experience would be the greatest souvenir that they could come back sharing with others.

    Story: Trouble at Graceland

  • I am a person who loves a good adventure. I would say that I am a well rounded individual with a little bit of a dark side. I am very interested in the educational value of life. The dictionary is one of my favorite books. This however is only a very slim introduction into my mind and the thoughts. Because of my darker side, I am easily influenced to get into trouble. Unfortunately, this misconduct, has gotten me into some inconvenient situations. For instance, I have a condition, or lack of judgement that reduces my decision making to a minimum. I once tried to indicate to my husband that I would like a souvenir from Graceland, of course, while we were touring the home. I tried to invent a reason to be alone in one of the rooms so that I could have a chance to take something that had once belonged to the 'KING'. Of course, as you can imagine I was caught and had to go to court. My only defense was that my misconduct was caused by my love for this rock icon and that I couldn't help myself due. The incident, of course, was due to my condition. The judge came back with a verdict of guilty and sentenced me to community service. I have never been back to Graceland, and my condition, as I call it, still gets me into a lot of situations that include misconduct....Maybe I can give you an example again some other time.

    Story: My Kingdom for the Internet

  • The malediction of the voodoo princess forced the island's potentate to abdicate his ruling chair. He was a spineless man who since the advent of the Internet had become addicted to checking his e-mail and whittling the hours away in chat rooms. Because of this, he proclaimed an edict that required everyone on the island to get Internet access and communicate with each other. As an inducement to get started in what he considered a seductive pastime, conducive to curing his island's social ills, he began throwing great parties so the people could meet in real life. The voodoo princess tried to circumvent the new law for she was a computer-phobe. But not even a covenant with the island's chief prosecutor who tried to intervene on her behalf could keep her out of jail. From her tiny cell and with her magic, she set in motion the events that led to the depreciation of the ducat, the island's currency. Angry outcries and threats of assassination forced the ruler out, so he fled to the United States, a place where he could truly fit in, a society of computeraholics.

    Story: The Venturesome Duchess

  • One day the duchess was feeling venturesome since her dictatorship wasn't very eventful. She deduced that she needed to do something productive and dedicate an aqueduct. She then made a contradictory prediction that it would be a conventional way to cause prevention of her lake getting full.

    Story: A Retrospective of Sam's Life

  • Sam was a difficult man to please. He had been this way all his life. With the millennium approaching, Sam's friends thought it would be beneficial to treat him to a retrospective of his life. Sam had to learn that the seventy-five years he had graced this earth with his presence were important. He had made a difference for so many people.
    To begin their project, Sam's friends thumbed through hundreds of manuscripts that contained information about the century. They hoped to find ways to relate Sam's deeds to history. He had to see that his life was meaningful. Some of the manuscripts, especially those dated in the early 1900s, were barely legible. In one of the old texts, Sam's friends found just the information they needed. They were eager to get on with the project.
    Since Sam had been a journalist for 50 years, it would be necessary to report accurately. Sam could easily spot erroneous details. It was the one thing that made Sam so difficult to please-he couldn't stomach inadequacies. To Sam, literacy was the key to success. It bothered him deeply that so many individuals today were unable to read. He couldn't understand how people would allow themselves to be inadequate, and he hated the excuses adolescents used to explain why they suffered intellectually.
    Sam particularly disliked the music television business with its entertainers spouting nonsense and spewing opinions of hatred. It saddened him to see how the music that once revolutionized America was now creating such divisions among its people. Sam's friends believed it would be significant to include the contributions of Elvis Presley and earlier music performers in their retrospective. Afterall, it was dancing to the song Love Me Tender that Sam fell in love with Sarah, the only woman he ever loved.
    Sarah marveled at Elvis Presley. She and her friends loved his gyrations and how he could hypnotize an audience with the twinkling of his eyes and the mischief in his smile. When Elvis died, it was like an apocalypse for millions of people. Music was Elvis, and vice versa. It took Sarah a long time to get over her loss, but Sam never belittled her for the way she felt.
    Sam was never destructive, not with Sarah or anyone. Even when he was researching a controversial issue, Sam never used his words as a means to annihilate those on opposing sides. People knew where they stood with Sam. He was up front and honest. He had a gift. He could state his convictions so clearly and earnestly, with such passion, that most people easily sided with him.
    Sam's friends knew they had to include the events surrounding the Vietnam War. In the late 60s and early 70s, when America was embroiled in a bitter battle over this controversial war, Sam spoke from the heart. His grandson served in Vietnam and Sam was so proud of his actions. His grandson enlisted at 19 and believed he must stand up for the freedom that had blessed him all of his life.
    April 9, 1970, would live in ignominy for Sam and his family as young Justin was killed in action. He died saving a child from gunfire-he died a hero. Sam knew Justin was a hero from the day he was born. It saddened him that the world had to learn of this quality through his death in a war people condemned.
    Sam's friends continued their quest compiling historical details that paralleled Sam's life. They knew that Sam would balk at their attempt to bring meaning to his life, but they also knew that, deep down, he would relive the events that drove his life and smile knowing he was surrounded by people who cared enough to try. Sam may have been hard to please, but he was definitely worth the effort.

    Story: The Novel in Appreciation

  • Amitabh was so sick that I had to call a doctor immediately. He indicated his appreciation by giving me a gift the following day! It was a novel depicting a character's metamorphosis from violence to merciful nature. His condition gradually improved. I kept on calling him every sunday. One day his father paged me. It was 10.00PM, and I was at middle of my science project. When I rang him back, I got the shock of my life! Amitabh was in a jail! I tried to get him out of prison, but it was impossible. He had killed an old woman for a gold wrist watch. After a two month trial, the verdict went against him. He gave me a dictionary and asked me to look for a meaning of "LIFE".

    Story: ... we are waiting for this story too? ...

  • we wait for a copy !!!

    Story: The Red Slippers and the Genie

  • Once apon a time in a far, far away land, I was given twenty ducats to buy myself some ruby slippers the day the duchess abdicated from the throne. I didn't mean to circumvent the law, but my slippers were actually thirty ducats. Officials threatened to chop my hand off because stealing is wrong. The duchess offered an inducement to banish me from the throne, and I had to sign a covenant swearing never to leave my magic lamp. The evil Wicked Witch of the West, Arianna, would always cry with malediction for she was ugly and would never gain the comfort of a loving touch. As I rubbed my lamp the seductive genie, Casey, emerged from within to grant me three wishes, no rules applied. I wished for an infinite amount of wishes. Then I wished the scarecrow, Chris, would get a brain, but I was told we had to wisit the Wizard of Oz in the Emerald City. The duchess made an edict saying that the scarecrow, the cowardly lion, the tin man and I could stay with the Wizard. I then asked the sexy genie, Casey, for courage for the cowardly lion, Danielle. I then asked for a heart for the tin man, Christina. Finally I asked for the genie to be released forever and become my husband so we could live happily ever after in Kansas. The Wizard told me I would have to click the heels of my ruby slippers and sing "There's no place like the Advent. There's no place like the Advent. There's no place like the Advent." So here I am today, on April 14,1999 (the Twentieth Century) telling the tale of my immortal life.

    Story: Thanks to the Educational Program

  • My compositions with those conditions of grammar and vocabulary indicate my poor English writing skills. They made me start AOL's educational quizzes. Writing is my worst subject in my school, and it is very inconvenient. To do any essay homework I have to look up frequently in the dictionary to cover my lacking vocabulary and to reduce my spelling errors. But, even with my great effort, my writing teacher always says, "The verdict is a "C" grade." One of the problems is that I can't find out myself my misconduct in my writing parts. This is kind of an adventure for me to learn English as a second language because it is long and hard. So, I really appreciate who invented this writing program at AOL. Even though I just get through the introductory part of this learning quiz, I can see that it will work to improve my writing skills. I plan to keep every copy of these lessons. The copies will be my valuable souvenir which indicate my improvement of vocaburary.

    Story: The Dissident Father and Stepson

  • There's a family I know that is having some problems with a couple of its members. The father, who for the most part is rather sedentary and boring, can become very dissident when it comes to dealing with his stepson. The father views his stepson as being insufferable and of insidious charachter. There is definitely no affinity between the two.
    Instead of being assidious in trying to work their problems out, the father remains non-definitive. Sometimes the problems are so infintesimal that they should be over-looked or handled with finesse, but the father chooses to become dissident to the point that the stepson will become vociferous. The mother has conferred with others about this persistant problem but no matter what resolutions she or others may suggest, the father remains dissidant.
    To this very day the problem persists. The father gives deferential treatment to his biological daughter but refuses to work at even the most infintesimal amount of affinity with his stepson. The problem is becoming very insufferable to the mother who tries her best not to become vociferous.
    In conclusion, only time will tell what will become of this family and their insufferable problem between the father and the stepson.

    Story: Pulsating Microbes

  • That the microbe pulsated like a luminous filament in a vacuum was an incandescent collaboration. If it incubated, an epidemic could develop. Insulation is needed.

    Story: THE PRESIDENT'S GAME

  • "I am now a RESIDENT of the White House," stated the man who had just been elected to the PRESIDENCY. He was at a conference, and he was wodering if he could go to a Chicago Bulls' basketball game. "I POSSESS many things, but I can't even go to a Bulls' game," he sighed miserably. All the people listened and still looked at him INDIFFERENTLY. "I can FINANCE my own trip." Then the other people started to pay more attention (as you know, the DEFINITION of FINANCE is to provide the money for). "I will still act REFINED, even at a Bulls' game," he tried to state, but his sentence went UNFINISHED. The people changed the subject to which game he should attend.
    Later, at a Bulls' game, the president watched the REFEREES and the players. He stayed at the basketball court until all the noise of the cheering crowd SUBSIDED, at the very end of the game.

    Story: Freshman Transition

  • Initially the thought of being a freshman and a new resident on a college campus caused me a great deal of anxiety. Fortunately for me, going through Freshmen Orientation and listening to the President's message helped many of my fears subside. Some of my fears were also allayed through a conference with my advisor. She helped me refine my interests and gave me important pointers on how to make my transition to campus life a positive one.
    I was able to get a workstudy job to help finance my way through school. It seemed that the rest of my time was spent making sure that none of my school assignments were left unfinished. Some students were very poised and sure of themselves. They acted indifferently to the changes of campus life. I admired the confidence that they seemed to possess.
    Spring break was a welcomed time. As I lay in my own bed in my parent's home and listened to my parents referee the dispute between my little sister and brother over which cartoon they would watch, I said to myself, "there is no place like home, there is no place like home."
    Many students act indifferently to the changes of campus life. Some seem to have organized their own conference. I focused all of my energy into being a resident of my parents' home.

    Story: The Referee Advances

  • The referee had been a resident of the same town for many years. After attending a conference he took a transfer which gave him the presidency of his group. By defining his objectives he could attend to unfinished business and finance a series of bouts which previously he had considered indifferently. The group was enthusiastic and as soon as their eagerness subsided they made plans to possess the winner's trophy soon.

    Story: John Smart

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    Story: The Resident President

  • Anyone who has studied the presidency knows that the president is a resident in the White House. The president doesn't possess the White House though. Upon being elected he assumes occupancy and transfers his belongings to the presidential mansion. He must take care of any unfinished business he might have. For, by definition, the presidency is a time to devote oneself to the affairs of the people, not one's own affairs. When the excitement of the election has subsided the president elect is expected to conference with heads of state from various countries and serve as referee in labor disputes. He also is duty-bound to submit to the congress a budget to finance the various functions of government agencies. He can not afford indifference but with all due dilligence he must attempt to define and refine the administration of democracy.

    Story: Tom's Life

  • In order for him to go to school, Tom has to transfer to another city. He has been waiting for help from his relatives to finance his classes. After being a long time resident he doesn't want to leave any unfinished business with friends or family. Where he's going, he must possess an attitude that will eventually refine him to be the person he seeks. In reference to his potential, he could run for presidency if he really wanted. Once the waters of nervousness subside, Tom can finally discover the true definition of life. Just like that, Tom is gone.

    Story: Ken's Successful Meeting

  • The dissident element in the group became more vociferous, the leader's manner becoming more insufferable every second. Ken Faraday rapped for order. "What do you know about the dangers of our work?" their spokesman snarled. Now, even though he occupied a sedentary position in the arbitrating firm, Ken had come up through the ranks and he understood quite a bit, so he decided to adopt a deferential tone. He replied, "Should we not confer with other union leaders or firms and see how they handle this matter?" He was remembering this spokesman's past affinity for frequent consultations. He was also acutely aware of the man's insidious influence among the members of the union. "Aha!" he thought, as he noted just a trace--an infinitesimal lift in the atmosphere. He became even more assiduous in his striving for the right approach. Always one with great skills in applying finesse in these difficult moments, he knew that he must arrive at a definitive answer to this aggravating problem for there was no alternative. He searched for the right words and found them. He was able to defuse what could have become a critical situation, and the tenor of the meeting changed to one of affable camaraderie.

    Story:Wierd Bedtime Story

  • Long, long ago, there was a forest. There was a refinery. The owner was really wierd. He never had been out of his refinery. And he hated somebody visiting. The refinery didn't look like a good residential place. Besides, its circumference wasn't good to see. Dead trees, never fertilized, surounded it. It made the refinery more grotesque and look like a place of confinement. So people made some inferences. Some were that the owner was a monster who was made by a big monster. He was very short and had an obsession with himself. One boy and girl wanted to see him. So they approached the refinery silently and sedately. But they saw an unbelievable scene. He superseded old metals into gold. They referred to him as a magician. After that, many people visited him, of course. He didn't want people visiting. So he was disappointed. The finality of the situation wasn't good for people, but I liked this ending. I want to live quietly.

    Story: Let Freedom Ring

  • I will establish a declaration of inalienable truths that will commemorate the revolution of the independent visionary--me. There will be a celebration where people will applaud at the crescendo of the pyrotechnics. Others will join my revolt and share my vision. They will pledge their allegiance to my cause and somehow, someday, we will win our country back from racism.
    Happy Birthday America!!! Let Freedom Ring For All

    Story: Mary and Her Perfect House

  • Once upon a time there was a woman named Mary. Although she was a very nice woman, she had one obsession, and I can refer you to several people who will confirm this. Her one, single obsession was that she wanted to buy a house in a residential area. But, that was not all. The house had to be round and have a circumference of 1003 feet. She was normally a sedate young woman, but her one passion led her to try to supersede all current construction policies after the builders refused with great finality to make such a house. Mary's anger was so infinite she was driven out of her mind. She tried to poison the drinking water of the construction men, by allowing it to bypass the refinery. (The water was foul.) Someone inferred that she would be placed in infinite confinement if she attempted to do such a thing. Mary finally decided to build the house herself. She planted flowers all the way around and never forgot to fertilize them every spring.

    Story: Trees Solve the City's Problem

  • Immediatly after being released from confinement in the nearby prison, the middle-aged man superseded the previous mayor in a rather sedate manner. Once the man was in office, he refered to his advisors. They made an inference for him to pretend to have an obsession with all good values, to boost his morale. That is exactly what the new mayor did, and his "charisma" reached mainly to the residential areas of the town. Every political leader has some can of worms in his pantry, and in this story they are the constant complaints of the industrial refineries bordering the circumference of the mostly suburban area. The man was confounded. He had no idea how to stop the outbursts from the people and keep the money from industrial growth. Again he consulted his advisors, but they, too, were muddled. What was he to do? At the finality of infinite hours of pondering, the solution at last became unshrouded. He would fertilize the area between the circumference and the city, and plant many trees there, to separate the unpleasant and poluting sites from the city. He did that, and the residents subsided.

    Story: The Secret Injury Story: Niara's Justice

  • Niara was no illegitimate child. She had the proper documentation to certify that she was not. She had just as much right to be here as anyone else: she knew she could ride the bus and not have to go to the back; she knew she could let her dreads down and walk her dark feet through the sand on any beach; and she knew she had the brains to compete at the finest universities. Niara was a woman of the 90's. She was not one to abjure or commit perjury. She was a "tell it like it is" kind of woman. But there were allegations against Niara and her foreparents, recriminations that had become a foul legacy. Niara was unjustly accused, but she refused to discriminate. She was too dignified to waste her time on hate. Besides, Niara understood that life is reciprocal and to pour out love eventually, love would secrete itself upon her. Niara knew she had jurisdiction over her own destiny, and she was not going to allow anyone to contradict her beliefs.

    Story: Please Be Happy

  • Since I have been born, bad results happen to any thing born with me. Not only to me but also to my family,friends,teachers and any one who will begin to read this story. By now you may also be like me with my bad luck in my life. I prefer this not to happen to you-anything bad. What could I do for my bad infected luck? If you agree with me I will tell you my story in the next part of the story. I would like to see you happy with your family and goodbye.

    Story: Mark's Concerto

  • One day the police found a man in his dorm quarters with a lot of major injuries. These injuries include: a broken arm, multiple punch wounds to the face, and a cut on his chest. When the police found him he was unconscious. So they took him to the hospital to get his wounds treated. After he recovered, the police took him to the 105th precinct and questioned him. He told them one of Mozart's concertos that he had was missing. What was strange was that the only other person who knew about the concerto was his older brother, Mark. Eventually the police concluded that something illegal was going on. So the police went to get a search warrant so they could search Mark's house for the concerto. After they arrived they had no luck finding the concerto, but when Mark ran with the concerto in his hand, the secrecy of his deed was exposed. The police eventually caught him and took him to jail to wait for his trail.
    Mark felt justified taking the concerto because it also belonged to him. At court all of the jurors found him to be guilty. So according to all of the legislatures, he had to go serve time. While Mark was in jail his brother got a certificate stating that they were equally entitled to the concerto. The concern about that was maybe Mark would want it for himself. In the end, they both realized it was a great privilege to have the concerto, even if they had to share it.

    Story:The Case of the Mutant Worms

  • The courtroom was very quiet as Judge Jennifer perused the documents before her. Peering over her glasses, she addressed the Plaintiff. "You realize, Ms. Hollier, that under the jurisdiction of this court I can only award you a maximum of $2500, not the $3000 that you're are asking?"
    The plaintiff nodded, her 'Shirley Temple' curls bouncing. "Good. Now tell me your side of the story, Ms. Hollier."
    The young lady in question nervously cleared her throat and began to speak. "Mr. Thomas, my neighbor, has been unjustly making allegations against me concerning; one, his plumbing, and two, the safety of our neighborhood. People who once greeted me as friends now abjure my very existence. Your Honor, I'm a vermiculturalist and can certify that my business poses no threat and could not under any circumstances damage Mr. Thomas' plumbing."
    "Your Honor!" Shouted Mr. Thomas, "She's lying! She grows worms and not just any worm but super worms! They're dangerous Your Honor; they tunneled into my yard, into my pipes. I was showering for work Your Honor, when they attacked me."
    "Mr. Thomas are you saying that these worms came into your house, into your shower, to attack you?"
    "Yes Your Honor, they oozed out of the shower head and pushed up through the drain!"
    "Mr. Thomas," Judge Jennifer said dryly, " now who's committing perjury?"
    "Well," stumbled the defendant, "the shower head fell off and struck me, leaving me with a concussion, and it's all because of her and her superworms!"
    "Mr. Thomas, I find that your recriminations are absolute rot! How could Ms. Hollier's worms, supposing that they some how crossed...," Judge Jennifer sighed, muttering to herself, "This is ridiculous!", "Crossed, I say, into your yard, how could they have caused your shower head to fall off?"
    "Castings Your Honor! These superworms secrete castings and everyone knows that the illegitimate black-market version of "Paint Away" is made from the acid of these castings."
    "Your Honor," Spoke up Ms. Hollier, "That is not true. Worms, super, red, meal, nightcrawlers, let us not discriminate between them, all worms, ingest organic matter, bacteria, fungus, and so on and excrete it in a nutrient rich form called castings, which in turn improves the soil. It is not caustic. Castings cannot dissolve metals nor anything else. Where would our agricultural society be without the wonderful legacy which worms give? Without healthy soil our food resources would be severely limited."
    Judge Jennifer leaned forward to pick up her gavel. "I've heard enough and I find for the plaintiff in the amount of $2500. Mr. Thomas, I find no basis for your countersuit, and I hereby relegate it to the trash can. Court is now adjourned."

    Story: I Got the Job

  • The day I got the job, my collegues alleged that I kissed up to the boss to get the supervisor's position. What they did not understand is that the job was delegated to me because of loyalty to the company and my outstanding job performance. My parents always told me your true friends will encourage you while your enemies will try to hold you back. I guess now I know where the collegues stand.

  • Stories submitted since September 1st: Story: The Murder on the Baseball Field
  • It was a long time ago that this murder happened. The police kept investigating the case until they came up with a SUSPECT, named Johnny. Johnny, was well known in the community for his baseball skills. No one really suspected Johnnny of the murder because he was so quiet. People really didn't know about Johnny until his friends began to talk, and when they did people began to hear all these ALLEGATIONS about him. Some people thought that they were behaving UNJUSTLYtoward him. But when he went to court some of his friends commited PERJURY against him just to make him look bad. But after everything was said and done, Johnny was found innocent by the JURISDICTION of the court. After all that, the legacy continues of the murder on the baseball field.

    Story: Dress Code Violation

  • The students had very different COLLEGIATE experiences. However, one girl was wearing clothes that were ILLEGAL. She lost all her PRIVILEGES The school board said some ADJUSTMENTS had to be made to wear clothes. Her clothes were a major concern to the school board. All this was going on while her mother was in jury duty. The JURORS were sworn to secrecy about a major case. This could help change LEGISLATORS for the whole country. The girl could not go back to school unless she gained PERMISSION from the school board. To get permission she had to have her mom with her. However, her mother could not leave the court until the case was solved. Since she could not go to school she went to a few CONCERTOS. The only way the girl could JUSTIFY that she could go back to school was with a certificate signed by the school board. Finally, her mom got out of court. Then the girl went back to school.

    Story: Guilty or Not Guilty

  • WE WERE PUT ON THE A CASE TO SEE GUESS WHAT, BETWEEN MOLLY AND THE NUT, AS THE jury JUST SAT THERE AT THEIR LITTLE HUT, I TALKED TO MY collegues AND THEY HAD TO SAY MUCH, WHEN IT WAS TIME TO FACE THE JUDGE FACE TO FACE, I ASKED HIM SOME QUESTIONS HE DID NOT REPLY. HE SAID IT WAS illegal, AND I HAD TO ASK WHY I DO NOT KNOW, BUT TAKE THIS privilege TO ASK QUESTIONS OF MINE. SO I TALKED AND TALKED AND TALKED UNTIL MY THROAT WAS SORE. AND SO, AS THE CASE WAS OVER, I RAN LIKE A BOAR. WHY DID I RUN, I DO NOT KNOW WHY, BUT ALL I KNOW IS THAT INSIDE MY OFFICE I FOUND A SURPRISE NOT ONLY TO ME BUT THE REST OF MY HIVE.

    Story: The Juror

  • The JUROR felt concern that he would miss his COLLEGIATE CONCERTO if he served his JURY duty, but he did not want to lose the PRIVILEGE of being part of a LEGISLATURE so he made a minor ADJUSTMENT to his legal CERTIFICATE. He filled it out over again, this time saying that he had a serious injury, but that he would like to keep his condition in secrecy. By doing that, he could attend his CONCERTO and still have the chance to be a JUROR in the future. He felt very JUSTIFIED in his action.

    Story: Anger never pays!

  • I was at my job, angry about my recent fight with a COLLEAGUE, and was able to ASCERTAIN that I was going to INJURIOUSLY hurt someone. I knew if I did, though, I was going to be DISCREET about it so that if anyone used JUSTIFICATION to lead SUSPICION to me I would only be the ALLEGED person. I CONJURED the perfect ALIBI. I ran into the hallway leaving the COLLEAGUE laying on the floor. I believe a DELEGATE might have seen the crime, but I don't think he could DISCERN what I committed. On my way out, I had to rearrange my plans because I forgot about the cop at the main entrance. No one showed their anger and used DISCRETION toward me the next day because of the loyalty I usually show about my job.

    Story: A Man's Best Friend

  • It was easy to ASCERTAIN my JUSTIFICATION for the READJUSTMENT in my attitude. It allowed me to take my dog to the game because she is loyal and DISCERNING animal.

    Story: Ryan's Flute

  • The LEGACY of perjury has been passed through the family UNJUSTLY. The family members DISCRIMINATED against everyone, but a certain little boy in the family was the nicest little thing. The boy played the flute which SECRETED noise, a sound that no one else could produce. The boy was named Ryan. He had no JURISDICTION in his house. The family brought ALLEGATIONS of lying, etc. His family DELEGATED things to him like he was a servant. When the other children made up ILLEGITIMATE lies about him the boy would get mad but he could not show it. To Be Continued.......

    Story: Nightmare of a Conference

  • MY colleague AND I WERE SENT AS delegates TO A conference. OUR OTHER CO-WORKERS WANTED TO ascertain WHETHER WE COULD discern BETWEEN THE GOOD AND BAD PRODUCTS BEING EXHIBITED AT THE venue. THEY alleged THAT WE WOULD NOT BE ABLE TO MAKE THE judgment. WE conjured UP IMAGES OF OUR FAILURE AND WERE READY TO MAKE A readjustment IN OUR presentation. OUR HIGHER-UPS WANTED justification OF THEIR REMARKS AND SAID THAT SUCH COMMENTS ARE injurious TO THE MORALE. SOME OF OUR FRIENDS, BEING LOYAL TO US, discreetly EXPRESSED THEIR solidarity WITH US AND condemned THE indiscretion OF OTHERS.

    Story: The Magician

  • A COLLEAGUE of mine was a DELEGATE to a CONVENTION of magicians. He CONJURED an assortment of tricks, some of them INJURIOUS to spectators. Other magicians questionned this a sort of INDISCRETION since hurting the spectators involved explaining the tricks. Among magicians, LOYALTY demands DISCRETE silence regarding how tricks are performed. No READJUSTMENT of the magicians' attitude was possible; though they ASCERTAINED that my friend was a real magician. They found no JUSTIFICATION for his injuring others. He was ALLEGED to be dangerous and his reputation suffered IRREPARABLE injury.

    Story: The Game

  • Coach Dogwood was frustrated. How was his team ever going to win a game if all of the players acted INDIFFERENTLY? They all seemed INSPIRED to win, but when game day came around, their attitudes were simply COMPLACENT. The coach was so RETICENT to ask them about the problem. He never knew exactly how to word the question. He wished he had the skills to be INQUISITIVE with his team, but he didn't feel comfortable asking them personal questions. All of the players seemed to be very DEDICATED and DILIGENT, but coach had a feeling that their hearts were just not in the game. Why, when they all had copies of the METICULOUS game STRATEGIES, did they not study them? How could they not remember their first game when they played and won that SESSION? The RECEIVERS all played AESTHETICALLY, as if they were in a ballet! Of course, there is always the BENEVOLENT player who tries his hardest, but that just isn't enough to win a game. His pep talks were CONSISTENT with CONCILIATORY remarks, and he tried never to act DOGMATIC towards his players. Maybe he was just an old ECCENTRIC man who didn't really know anything about the game. The team's FALLACIOUS attitudes at practice definitly did not show during the last game. The opposing team's DEVIOUS and CAPRICIOUS tricks all had his players fooled. It was an ABSTRACT idea, but was it PLAUSIBLE that all they needed was a little more INSPIRATION? No DISCERNABLE difference between the games was APPARENT, but coach finally discovered the problem after studing the PERTINENT facts. The players needed a prize, something to look foward to after the game. The next day, Couach Dogwood was delighted to see that his players were enjoying the barbecue he made for them after they won their game that night.

    Story: His Doctrine

  • How can he CONJURE up these FANTASIES about the war? At this point in time, my LOYALTY to his DOCTRINE is fading rapidly. That man needs a mild READJUSTMENT to the RATIONAL part of his brain. These thoughts could be INJURIOUS to the country! My belief is that there is no JUSTIFICATION for him to PERSECUTE them so, and don't you think it is important to ASCERTAIN if these actions violate our Constitution? If we are going to overthrow him, let's be DISCREET, because our INDISCRETION got us in trouble the last time. If you would DISCERN this issue, clearly you - my COLLEAGUES - would agree this must be stopped. But first, we must send a DELEGATE to Washington.

    Story: The NONSENSIBLE Story

  • Just how the DEVIOUS, DOGMATIC question came about, I may not tell you quite yet. It is an ABSTRACT idea of the human mind. The PLAUSIBLE, AESTHETIC and METICULOUS woman had the mind of a person who lived back in the 1800's. Oop's it slipped!!!! Now that you know, don't tell anyone,or else you will die. A DILIGENT,INQUISITIVE yet RETICENT scientist REPROGRAMMED her brain to the year 1999. It was a SUCCESSFUL PROCEDURE since the lady is now living a good life.

    Story: Appearances Are Deceiving

  • "He fell from the tree," HYSTERICALLY remarked the girlfriend of the late Jeremy Lentle. Her ALLEGATIONS seemed to arouse a SIGNIFICANT level of SUSPICION from the officer who was taking the report.
    At the other end of the yard stood a small young boy who looked like the younger brother of Jeremy. Unfortunately, he was the ILLEGITIMATE son of an absent mother and a would-be-father. The traumas of such ABONDONMENT had left him VOLUNTARILY silent. For years, he had not spokent a word. Once a wealthy, mature man of fifty-two years offered the young person an ENDOWMENT of ten-thousand dollars just to say hello to him. He said that he wanted to hear his voice one time. The child ABJURED and was quieted TERMINALLY.
    Jenny, the former girlfriend of Jeremy's, knew the SOLEMN history of this lad. She calls him lad because he's Irish. Because she was born in London, the history books have reminded her that she is to LOATHE Irish blood. Understanding this makes her actions REFLECT UNJUSTLY upon the nature of love: she DISCRIMINATED against the English ANCESTRY of the mute just to prove a point. History and ETHNICITY mean more to her than the elements of love.
    Jenny is full of envy and jealousy. She decided that the unspoken ADOLESCENT had to PURGE himself from the LEGACY he had been living of non-VERBAL communication. Because of his vow to not speak, no one could certify him as an English boy or an Irish pupil. It was the biggest mystery to everyone in the small SECT of London. He had the distinct look of an Irish schoolboy; yet he also DISPLAYED the CAPRICIOUS smile of his dark-haired mother. "Who was the father?" inquired Jenny in her mind. "I know that if I can make him RECRIMINATE against a REPUGNANCE I will create, I shall discover who he is." She continued her EPIPHANY, "If I can hear his voice, I will then be able to trace this to his father. For the entire city suspects that it is either Mr. Walsh or Father McCormick." This she thought moments before she went to ASSAIL Jeremy.
    It was she who pushed him from the branch as he was looking for the wind. This boy was so in love with her that he believed everything she said. If she promised that the air can be seen, he would look. When she RELEGATED him to the tree, he CONSENTED. Any 13 year old would not argue with a girl who had given him his first experience of INTIMACY. "Kissing was just the beginning" he thought as he scampered up the bark.
    What he did not CONCEIVE of was her AVARACIOUSNESS or her wit. Whoever could make this boy speak would be the rightful RECIPIENT of a large sum... her CURIOUSITY was too INTENSE and the masses wished to know who the town bastard was. She believed that the sum of money was so great that she was willing to SACRIFICE her FREEDOM to earn it. She CONSPIRED: "If I end the life of Jeremy, the boy whom I love as much as a 14 year-old girl can, in the presence of the mute, then I can make him speak. He would have to tell the police what he saw!" What a brilliant end to the silence!
    As the boy's head SECRETED blood from inside, she VINDICTIVELY glared at the quiet child. "Perjury!" he screamed in his mind, though he could say nothing. When the police asked the girl if there any witnesses, she pointed to this boy at the other end of the yard. "Less he should speak, it is out of my JURISDICTION" voiced the concerned sergent."
    "I understand" FEIGNED the young HEATHEN of a girl. When the officer went to the muted male and asked him, "Did you see anything that happened here?" the silence RESONATED... For the next two hours, there were questions; but still no answers. The officer returned to the girl and sighed, "I'm afraid we cannot do anything else. I regret the loss of your young love."
    In a furious rage, the girl went to the mute and, with every vocal chord in her body, wailed at her highest pitch, "You INSOLENT! All I wanted you to do was talk. I would have given up my life, been a CONVICTED felon, just to solve the mystery of your parenthood. Why? Why won't you speak?" He just stared at her with big eyes. He was not afraid, he was confused. Nevertheless, she stomped away in a tantrum and went home. She could not exactly go to her boyfriend's house any longer. He was dead. She killed him.
    As she fled, the young boy thought to himself, "Deseo que yo entenido lo que dijo." He shrugged his shoulders and walked away with his hands in his pocket. "Todo de los Latinos parecen el mismo." As he went down the street, he found that no one would RECOGNIZE that he did not even speak the English language. He looked like he did, but that is just because he was born is England. Up until now, he had lived in the confines of Mexico. These people just took him for a domestic mute because they figured no one from Mexico could afford to live there.

    Story: A Black Eye

  • The man wearing COLLEGIATE clothes was just struck by the JUROR leaving the LEGISLATURE building. The man SUSTAINED an injury: a black eye. The JUROR was JUSTIFIED when hitting the man because he was committing the ILLEGAL act of trying to steal the Juror's CERTIFICATE of SECRECY. The man lost all PRIVILEGES and made an ADJUSTMENT to jail. The JUROR showed no concern whatsoever for what he had done. The other JURORS listened to a CONCERTO while people were DELIBERATING.

    Story: The Justified Juror

  • The JUSTIFIED JUROR was a man with many PRIVILEGES, who dressed in a COLLEGIATE fashion and who also enjoyed CONCERTOS. Nobody knew who he was. He had many SECRETS with the LEGISLATURE of the board. The man was concerned with ILLEGAL drug dealers coming to court and after an ADJUSTMENT, they were being freed with no charge. No injury would stop him from court to fight crime. He received a CERTIFICATE of Honor.

    Story: Essay Troubles

  • I was lounging in my room one night, trying to JUSTIFY the fact that I was not working on my essay at the moment. My mother would probably do me serious INJURY if she found out, but I felt that any JUROR would side with me; that ASSIGNMENT was simply too dull! I tried very hard to look it over and make an ADJUSTMENT or two, but I really had no concern for the stupid thing. I flipped over and turned on my tape of Dvorak's Cello CONCERTO. That should have helped me unwind ...
    "HEY KATIE, CAN I SEE?" It was my little sister, of course. "What's with all the SECRECY? It's just a dumb essay!"
    "You're not getting your mitts on it until I have an official CERTIFICATE from you swearing that you won't do anything to it!"
    Sisters can be so daft, sometimes. "There's gotta be something ILLEGAL about this."
    "C'mon, Jess, letting you look at my writing is a PRIVILEGE, not a right. I don't have to let you do anything with my essay."
    Unfortunately, neither did the COLLEGIATE LEGISLATURE where I was applying. Ah well, with an essay like this, I'll probably find myself another school activity pretty quickly.

    Story: Happy Valentines Day

  • I'm so LACHRYMOSE I almost cried when I read this story.. it's soooooo pretty~!

    Ann, a member of my COTERIE disliked Valentine's Day as a girl. She was plain -not ugly-, but not beautiful. Valentine's Day is not BENEVOLENT to plain girls. It wasn't so bad in elementary school where we learned the RUDIMENTARY necessities of life, when the OBLIGATORY thirty valentines arrived : one from each classmate. She overlooked the fact that her cards were not oversized like those of the popular girls and did not contain the love notes like those of the pretty girls. But later, in middle school, the Valentine exchange was no longer MANDATORY. Just when the YEARNING for ROMANCE budded, when the desire for ADULATION and FLIRTATION became IMPERATIVE, and a valentine was needed most, no card arrived. Not even an eleemosynary card! Not for Ann. Not for plain girls anywhere. Only for the pretty and the popular. She CONSTRUED this to mean that she was ugly... She was deeply CHAGRINED by this costum. At such a time, stories of ugly ducklings that will one day turn into beautiful swans do not ASSUAGE the hurt and REJECTION.
    As fate would have it (and often does ), in SUBSEQUENT years Ann did become pretty and turned many a boy's head. As she received more attention and flirtations, she came to feel - and therefore to be - very beautiful. But in RETROSPECT even years later, grown and with a family of her own, she did not forget those long-ago days of REJECTION and DEJECTION.
    Today, Ann's family includes two boys in the middle school. For a dollar, their Student Council will DELIVER a Valentine's Day carnation. Ann gives a dollar to each of her boys to buy flowers for their girlfriends. Then she adds another dollar a piece with this instruction: "Pick another girl, one who is nice, but plain - someone who probably won't get a flower. Send her a flower ANONYMOUSLY. Even if it may seem like a PICAYUNE gift, she will know that someone cares, and she will feel special."
    Ann has done this for several years, spreading Valentine's Day a little beyond her own world.
    One year, Laura, who was plain to behold but beautiful to know, received one of these gifts. Ann's son reported that Laura was so happy and GALVANIZED that she cried. All day long, she carried the flower on her books, GAMBOLED about happily, and chattered with PROFUSITY with the other girls about who her admirer could be. As Ann heard the account, she too had to dry her eyes - for, REMINISCENCING, she remembered...

    Aww.. Don't you think this woman deserves a huge ACCOLADE? =) Sooooooo SWEET~!!! *Sigh... so many wonderful people in the world.. it's always the little things that count.. he he... who's that smart person who once said that to me? ^_~

    Story: A Trip to Dublin

  • One UNNATURAL night, 3 good-natured, attractive Irish sisters travelled to Dublin to give the hospital keeping their mother alive all their money to pay for her room. They had all had different jobs to give their third of their money. You see, their father died a year ago, and the sisters stayed in Donegal because their mother wanted their house to be safe. It's not like they weren't RESPONSIBLE. The oldest and most responsible was red-haired, green-eyed Meghan. She was 16 and was going to PURSUE a career as a full-time mother so she babysat for her share of the money. Then there was shy Colleen with the brown hair and brown eyes. She was the best teacher. She was smart and attractive, but not old enough. But, being almost 15, she was old enough to be an assistant so that's what she did. Then there was Aisling. She was a blonde with blue eyes and was born an EXECUTIVE. She walked 6 miles every morning to get to the company where she would assist, then walk the 6 miles back home. Every night when she got home, she would eat her supper, then go to sleep, for this was a lot for a girl of 13.
    When they reached the hospital, they each saw something different. They saw a portrait of their mother. At first they were thrilled, but then they read the CAPTION.It said:

    "There are tigers who win every battle they fight,
    and there are tigers who lose every once and a while.
    Unfortunatly, Ann Marie Gooding lost this fight,
    and will never have a battle to fight ever again."

    Their mother had died. So they went into the hospital to RETRIEVE Ann Marie's body. They then travelled back to Donegal, hosted a funeral and continued on with their lives.

    UPDATES:
    THE GIRLS NEVER RETURNED HOME THE SAME AFTER THE DEATH OF THEIR MOTHER. THEY ALL MET GUYS, MARRIED, HAD MANY CHILDREN AND BASICALLY SOARED THEIR WAY THROUGH LIFE NEXT TO THE GROUND.

    Story: The Executive Father

  • An EXECUTIVE of an INTERNATIONAL company had an attractive, good-natured 5 year old daughter. This executive had a PORTRAIT of his daughter hanging in his office. On day close to Christmas, the little girl began acting very badly which was quite UNNATURAL. When the father asked his daughter what was the matter, she replied, "Father, we do not have a NATIVITY scene to place under our CHRISTMAS tree." SUBSEQUENTLY, the father became DESPERATE to find the nativity scene his daughter so badly wanted. He even contracted a personal buyer to aid in his PURSUIT. As a CONSEQUENCE of his own search, he was able to find the nativity scene which made his daughter very happy and was able to RETRACT the help of the buyer.

    Story: The Story of Mona-Lisa

  • The INTERNATIONAL Road Show had a portrait of Mona-Lisa which was the most ATTRACTIVE PORTRAIT in the place. The good-natured EXECUTIVE of the NATIVITY Company was the one who wrote the CONTRACT for it. Once the portrait was at the CONFERENCE, people went in PURSUIT of hot money.
    "No, it's a joke!", said the man.
    The little boy was reading a plaque under the portrait and said, "Mom, what do CONSEQUENCE and SUBSEQUENT mean?"
    She said, "Good Question, I don't know." The International Road Show is closing now, so it is time to go.

    Story: Becoming International

  • Last year Dr. Park went to the Singapore to attend an INTERNATIONAL dental CONFERENCE. The meeting was ATTRACTIVE to him. He met some famous dentists and executives of 3M company in there. But he felt unnatural also. Because his english was't good. After coming back to Seoul, he decided to study english more sincerely.

    Story: The Wonderful Women

  • There once was a young, good-natured, and ATTRACTIVE lady who was on a PURSUIT to invite me to an INTERNATIONAL dinner. To me, this was UNNATURAL. Since I was her EXECUTIVE, it was in my CONTRACT to go to these dinners. So no matter the CONSEQUENCE, I went. We went and had a wonderful time. We saw dances and NATIVITY scenes. It was great. Duringthe SUBSEQUENT weeks to follow, I hung a PORTRAIT of this wonderful women on my wall.

    Story: The Capricious Cat

  • Once there was a sad elf in Santa's factory. His name was Alfie. He painted toys. He became very DEPRESSED around this particular Christmas and became very INDIFFERENT toward his job. All of the other elves were COMPLACENT enough, and they all were confused and CONCERNED about Alfie but were RETICENT to ask him what was wrong. He'd been sitting motionless in his red chair for about four days now. All of the elves around him were working DILIGENTLY, METICULOUSLY taking care to see that each toy was AESTHETICALLY pleasing.
    Alfie was very BENEVOLENT at the factory, and Santa was very sad to see him IMMOBILIZED by his sadness. So, he sent an INQUISITIVE little elf named Shellie to see what was wrong. Alfie told her that his cat had run away. Shellie provided CONCILIATORY advice and comfort and decided that she would seek Santa's help in the matter. She went to Santa and DOGMATICALLY requested help in the search for Alfie's cat, Pookie. Santa Claus finally gave in to Shellie's demands and told her that she and Alfie could take one reindeer each and search the North Pole. Shellie was elated.
    They mounted the reindeer and Alfie whispered to Shellie, laughing, "Santa Claus sure is ECCENTRIC. Wonder what made him decide on reindeer instead of a dog or cat... maybe even horses, you know?" Shellie giggled and noted that it was no wonder that most adults found the story of Santa Claus to be FALLACIOUS. They circled the North Pole several times, and decided it was a lost hope.
    Alfie hung his head in DESPAIR and began to cry. "Wait!" cried Shellie. "Is that him?" Alfie looked up, the hope RENEWED in his heart. RECOGNITION and joy filled his eyes as, finally, the image of his cat was DISCERNABLE.
    "Pookie!" he cried. The reindeer swooped down from the sky and headed toward the cat. As they landed, Alfie could barely contain his excitement as he hopped off of the reindeer even before it touched the ground. He laughed as he held his cat dearly to him.
    "You DEVIOUS, CAPRICIOUS cat!" he ADMONISHED "Don't you ever run out on me again!"

    Story: Consequences of an Action

  • It was UNNATURAL for the good-natured gentleman to be rude to others outside of his nation. The PORTRAIT of this INTERNATIONAL visitor had been PORTRAYED as nothing less than attractive.
    How could a high-level EXECUTIVE issue a RETRACTION of his word when the CONTRACT between the two gentlemen represented the hope for peace and goodwill between two nations hoping to repair centuries of mistrust and CONFLICTS?
    The PURSUIT of peace between the two countries is now destroyed. The business deal between the top companies is soured bringing with it bad political REPERCUSSIONS. The CONSEQUENCE of this breach of trust is far-reaching. SUBSEQUENT dealings between the two countries are perhaps IMPEDED forever.
    The visiting EXECUTIVE from the old ADVERSARIAL nation was overthrown. He had fallen short of the promise of an open-minded, fair and progress-minded person that had been portrayed prior to his actual visit. Alas, the two companies, even countries were DESTINED to forever be enemies.

    Story: Cynthia

  • Ms. Abbington's ADOLESCENT daugher is very RETICENT in home CONVERSATIONS and in school conversations. Cynthia, the daughter's name, seemed to be ABSTRACTED from the conversations so much so that many times she wished that she could be OBSCURED in some way. Cynthia has CONSTANTLY tried to show SUPERFICIAL interest about situations that PERPLEX her and make her IRATE. Knowing that holding DISTURBING thoughts inside her and not talking about them can be DETRIMENTAL to her health, Cynthia is going to try to be CANDID with people who ask her what's wrong with her.

    Story: No Coat

  • In my hour of need, in 35 degree weather and on foot, I was in hot PURSUIT of a man who grabbed my coat and headed for the MSpleen Train Station. Oh could I run! He was a fast runner, too. The CONSEQUENCE will be great when I catch him. I was finally gaining upon him and when I came to the train station, no train was due to arrive at the staion yet. I thought about what would come of my actions if I EXECUTED a BOMBARDMENT of blows and kicks and spit at him. "I would not want to DIGRESS to his level," I RETORTED to myself, and responded, "I will do nothing. Maybe he is homeless and or maybe he needs my coat more than I need it. Would be, Could be..." Is this INTRINSIC of the problem?

    Story: Renaissance, My Grandmother, and Me

  • I often find myself asking my grandmother to tell me stories of people's life that occurred around the NASCENT start of the RENAISSANCE. She says she looks forward to the times I show my INNATE INQUISITIVE personality by asking her all about our family's past when they lived over in Europe, years and years ago. I must do all my RESPONSIBILITIES around the house, which also includes getting my homework done each evening in order for my fun times with my grandmother to always ENSUE.
    One particular evening, I remember doing everything my mom had told me that day to do. This was mainly because grandmother had previously promised this would be the day she would tell me all about the OBSEQUIOUS and SECTARIAN groups of people who lived back then. As soon as I finished all my responsibilities, I rushed over to her house which was next door to my house. However, as I was running over there as fast as I could, my shoes lost TRACTION which made me fall because the yard was icy from the chilly weather we had the night before. When I got inside of grandmother's house, she quickly noticed the DISTRAUGHT and hurt look on my face and began to ENTREAT me as to why my body was all bruised. Even though I didn't want to tell her exactly what I had carelessly done on my way over to see her, I did anyway.
    I didn't want to tell her ORIGINALLY because I knew that she would then try to make me go home without telling me a story which in my child-like mind was a terrible thing to have happen. Go home without hearing a story, - no way! I had worked so very hard all day long in order to have this reward and nothing, not even my banged up knees and bruised elbows, would keep me from this special time with grandmother.
    I told her that I did not have an INTRACTABLE disease or anything, and that little bruises were things that could be taken care of after our story-time was over. Seeing that I would not give up until I heard a story, grandmother chuckled as she said, "I had a feeling your INTRINSIC nature would not give up easily until you got your way." So finally, I got to hear the wonderful story of the NATAL experiences that my family dealt with, back in the days when my grandparents lived over in Europe. I can truly say that the story was well worth it, too!

    Story: Here's My Story!

  • The young woman was DISTRAUGHT! She had an INNATE sense that the NASCENT child within her was soon to make his appearance outside his protective lair. Her OBSEQUIOUS NATAL doctor had promised the soon-to-be mother that she had at least two more weeks before the delivery date. But her INTRACTABLE baby had other ideas! As the lady's four wheel drive vehicle dug into the snow to gain TRACTION, she ENTREATED the baby to stay in a little while longer. And as the pain ENSUED, the woman said aloud, "I should have lived during the RENAISSANCE and been an artist or a SECTARIAN nun. Anything would be better than childbirth!"
    But she realized that all she wanted was to increase the INTRINSIC value of her home so that her baby boy would feel welcome. The utmost thing on her mind was that in a few hours she would be holding her baby in her arms. And she knew nothing could top that feeling!

    Story: The Nature of Life

  • The nature of life is a INTERNATIONAL life. There are things that are UNNATURAL, such as snow in summer and a mouse in PURSUIT of a dog.
    There are also natural CONSEQUENCES of life. For example, if you light a match you will start a fire, and if you are ATTRACTIVE people will be attracted to you.
    There are natural AGREEMENTS as well. Such as if you sign a CONTRACT with your EXECUTIVE, then there can not be a RETRACTION of that CONTRACT.
    Then there are some things that can make a person very GOOD-NATURED like a PORTRAIT of a NATIVITY scene. A person could see this PORTRAIT and in the SUBSEQUENT minutes to follow he/she will feel overjoyed.
    These are some of nature's natural laws and they will always be true.

    Story: Thoughts of my Dad

  • My father is sometimes very DISTRAUGHT because he is a INNATE SECTARIAN and also because he was born in the RENAISSANCE. I usually ENTREAT my father for a new pair of running shoes when I can no longer get TRACTION. When my doctor told me my foot was fine but my attitude was INTRACTABLE, my father said that my attitude is INTRINSIC to my personality and maybe a NASCENT fault. WHen my daughter was born, my father ENSUED with more NATAL comments. Our OBSEQUIOUS relationship is between her and me.

    Story: A Lovely Christmas Thought

  • Every year my family has a TRADITIONAL Christmas everything from Christmas ORNAMENTS to the MISTLETOE hanging from the ceiling.

    Story: The Snow Storm

  • In the small town of Jensen, Nebraska there once was a year that the weather from September to April was nothing but cold, windy and included lots and lots of snow. Now, in this small town lived a small boy named Peter. He was about seven years old and was very short for his age. So when it started to snow in September he could not even go outside by November because the snow was taller then he was. He was also so light that his feet had no TRACTION and every time he went out to get the eggs from the barn, he would slip and fall. His mother would have to go dig him out of tall snow bank.

    Story: The Attractive Lady

  • The ATTRACTIVE lady looked through the window. She saw her image LINGERING in the shadow of the night. She thought: I think I am INTERNATIONAL; my face is pale, my eyes are Asian and my hair is African, but my lips have an UNNATURAL form and shape.

    Story: Who Dun It?

  • The attempted murder was INEXPLICABLE to both the captain and me. By coincidence we were headed out to Napa Valley to pick up a case of wine for the Captain New Year's Eve party. The Captain was a noted CONNOISSEUR of the fruit of the vine. He was extremely PROFICIENT at picking in advance the wine that would be most likely to excite the taste buds and OLFACTORY senses of the informed a few years down the road.

    In any case, we were on the way and suddenly the radio that the captain always kept on even when he wanted to be INCOGNITO flashed to life, making both of us jump. The station announced that if we were close to the Napa Valley High school we might want to drop by. Someone had called in to report a "possible" rather gruesome murder. We were COGNIZANT that there had recently been some trouble in the area from the AGNOSTIC FACTION objecting to the prayer that the coach had decided to SUPPLICATE the Parent Teachers Organization into having in advance of sporting events. The RATIFICATION of the prayer and the PLIABLE manner in which the PTO had agreed had INFURIATED the AGNOSTICS. Either they or some sports minded youngsters obviously decided that the best way to ELIMINATE the problem was to stuff the coach in to the basket ball net and while he hung there defenselessly to pop a few 38 slugs into him.

    The Coach was a large FLORID faced man about 6'4" and well over 300 pounds. It was not the "girl's soccer team" that had hung him up there. It had obviously taken some COMPLICITY from some very large angry men or an out of sorts ex-wife with a forklift. The person that did this had a serious grudge. Fortunately, since it was Halloween, the slugs were blank. With this prank, There was no death.
    So the Question is: who DID IT?

    Story: The Magnificent Ring

  • Once upon a time a long time ago, I went into a Diamond shop to buy a ring. I looked at lots of rings, big rings and little rings. But I could not seem to find the ring I wanted. But there, over in the corner of the room, unnoticed was a MAGNIFICENT ring. I bought it and started home to show my husband.
    On my way home, I saw someone I RECOGNIZED. She was my neighbor. I showed her my new ring. She asked if the diamond was real. Of course it was real, wasn't it? I looked closely. How could I have been so IGNORANT? It was ARTIFICIAL, a DUPLICATE, a fake. Running home, I threw the ring to the ground and never looked at it again.

    Story: My First Acquaintance

  • Today I found a MAGNIFICENT site where very good FACULTIES work for those who are ignorant of English words. It is regrettable that I was UNAWARE of this site until now, but I'm also happy now that I can RECOGNIZE this site. I'll work hard to overcome my MISAPPLIED words for the English composition and any word DEFICIENCY.
    Some of new English words, especially like ARTIFICIAL are not familiar. But by making DUPLICATE copies and carrying the words everywhere and rereading them, I will finally make their ACQUAINTANCE.
    This kind of work will pay in my employment.

    Story: A job at Summer School

  • One hazy afternoon, I was laying in my backyard when all of the sudden, I fell out of my chair and bumped my head on a rock. Then for some reason I felt as if I needed to go and get a job. I went to the local high school to get a job as a summer-school teacher. The entire FACULTY was present when I arrived. They all looked at me as if I were the enemy. I knew right at that moment I wouldn't find any true friends there, just ACQUAINTANCES. It was going to be a long summer here in the little town of Meadville.

    So I sat in the office for a good two hours, UNNOTICED until my name was finally announced. As I walked in, I noticed a poster on the wall that read,"the only DEFICIENCY that one person might have is in their head." That was, although very harsh, very true. The principal of the school told me that he knew that it was summer time, but they were having COMPLICATIONS with the air conditioners. Therefore we would be all day long in the scorching weather outside.

    He also INFORMED me that there would be certain CONDITIONS regarding my EMPLOYMENT there at the Meadville High School. Although school started at 10:00 a.m., I had to be here at 8:30 a.m. That wasn't all that horrible, even though it would have been nice to sleep in a little. Then, he INFORMED me that I needed to bring in a DUPLICATE of my birth CERTIFICATE for the records.

    The next morning I woke up in such a hurry that I IGNORANTLY put my shirt on backwards. I didn't even RECOGNIZE what I had done until I got out of my car to go to my new classroom. So I went to the ladies room and fixed my shirt. Then I walked into this MAGNIFICENT building, with ARTIFICIAL lights and rose colored walls and floral ARRANGEMENTS all over the hallway. When I went into the office to give them my birth CERTIFICATE, they INFORMED me that they MISAPPLIED my APPLICATION and I couldn't teach the summer-school class because I was only 17 years old. You have to be 18 now. They made me be the cafeteria lady. I guess a different job is better than no job!

    Story: He Got a Job

  • John had been suffering from money DEFICIENCY after he was without EMPLOYMENT. Finally, he moved to a new small house and he had a DUPLICATE key made just in case. He didn't know there was a MISAPPLIED label on his stuff until he found this unexpected COMPLICATION with his computer when he tried to ARRANGE his things. He was gathering job INFORMATION on the Internet in his house on the computer. He couldn't access it any more. Because of the lack of money, he couldn't fix his computer.

    He thought that he lost his FACULTIES from his bad situation. One day, a MAGNIFICENT idea - selling flowers - occurred to him. He had the skill of making ARTIFICIAL flowers. There were many flowers like actual ones in his house, so he began selling them in the street. As a lot of people recognized his flowers and bought them. He made more ARTIFICIAL flowers from this income. He was IGNORANT of the time while dealing in his flowers. He was an UNNOTICED person in the past but he isn't now. He is working with an ACQUAINTANCE and his uncle. All this means is that he got a job and has a new business.

    Story: Met My Old Friend

  • After driving my new car, I did not DUPLICATE my car key. I thought two car keys were enough. After I lost a car key, I went to DUPLICATE another one. The man who made it in the store told me that if you lost your ORIGINAL, you would have trouble getting the correct car key again. He was good and kind to me. I knew later he was my ACQUAINTANCE who had entered the same ELEMENTARY school.
    When I first came into the shop, I did not RECOGNIZE that he was my old friend in the same ELEMENTARY school. When I paid for this key, we RECOGNIZED each other. We are really pleased to meet again. When we were children, we were good friends. After finishing the ELEMENTARY school course, we had not met until then. We used to play soccer after school.

    Story: The Lost Puppy

  • There once was puppy who had no home. He was found in a small shed by my home. I took him to the vet who said that he was suffering from a DEFICIENCY of food and water, and that many COMPLICATIONS might arise. I was told to take him home and to give him good food, a warm bed and much love.
    Once I got him home I spotted something that had gone UNNOTICED. There in the middle of his matted fur was a small collar. On the collar was a small name and a number. The name was Misty and the number was 234-7865.
    I was thrilled that I had seen this number before. It was number of a lady ACQUAINTANCE. I call her and asked if she had lost a small dog that goes by the name of Misty. She said, "yes." She had lost her dog and she would come right over to see if she RECOGNIZED the dog. She did, and she started crying and saying how happy she was to get her poor dog back. And that is the story of the poor lost dog

    Story: The Doctors

  • A. E. Instein became a member of the scientific FACULTY of the MAGNIFICENT MIIT through the introduction of an ACQUAINTANCE, a certain E. W. Hitney who loved to drink, UNNOTICED, his favorite brand of gin during work.
    Both having PHD's ATTACHED to their names, they were given a free hand by the school AUTHORITIES to conduct studies on whatever area they might choose. So they began work on ARTIFICIAL cotton balls in view of the DEFICIENCY of harvests at that time. They were even given DUPLICATE keys to the private bathroom of the University President.
    They both lost their EMPLOYMENT because they were IGNORANT of the COMPLICATIONS that can be brought about by drinking and their driven desire to have their INTELLECT RECOGNIZED. (Writer's note:I am more of a solver than a writer.)

    Story: First Snow

  • Our area has suffered from a DEFICIENCY of snow for the last several years. An ACQUAINTANCE of mine brags about the snow she receives at her home in Pennsylvania. We finally got snow this week. A driver could slip off the road UNNOTICED if he/she IGNORANTLY MISAPPLIED the brakes while crossing a bridge. The snow caused many COMPLICATIONS. The amount of snow we had on Tuesday was DUPLICATED on Thursday and again on Saturday. The car drivers did not RECOGNIZE the dangerous ice on the road. Some of the EMPLOYMENT was cancelled but the FACULTY reported to my school. We were able to make a MAGNIFICENT snowman because this was not ARTIFICIAL snow. I enjoyed my days in the snow.

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