Writing sparks short story
There Was a Guy
There was a guy. He was young. One day he went to the theatre, where he met a dancer whom he fell in love with, spending countless nights at the lake by the bridge. They got married and built a house. They had a kid. They grew old, and the kid grew up. The kid became a dancer.
Now the kid met a nice young man. They fell in love, spending nights at the lake by the bridge. They got married, built a house, and had a kid. As they grew older, their kid grew up. He grew to be a dancer, as his mother, and his grandmother had been. His parents were very proud. He fell in love with a girl in the audience one night. They did not like spending time at the lake by the bridge. They got married, had a kid, grew old, and their kid grew up. The kid became a construction worker and the twist in the story began.
This poor young construction worker had let his parents down. He was not fit to be a dancer, he was not nearly coordinated enough, and he became infatuated with building after he built a bird feeder in third grade. His parents never forgave old Miss Miller for introducing him to this wretched hobby. His parents were very disappointed. Notwithstanding, his parents supported him in his journey to build.
He built a house for a nice young lady he fell in love with at the theatre one night. He was renovating the rundown theatre that his parents, grandparents, and great grandparents had been acquainted within. He thought that his parents would forgive him for all the years of dance he had deprived them of if he brought home a dancer. He married the dancer, lived in the house he built, and they had a kid. As they grew old, their kid grew up. The kid became a dancer.
There was a guy. He was young. One day he went to the theatre, where he met a dancer whom he fell in love with, spending countless nights at the lake by the bridge. They got married and built a house. They had a kid. They grew old, and the kid grew up. The kid became a dancer.
Now the kid met a nice young man. They fell in love, spending nights at the lake by the bridge. They got married, built a house, and had a kid. As they grew older, their kid grew up. He grew to be a dancer, as his mother, and his grandmother had been. His parents were very proud. He fell in love with a girl in the audience one night. They did not like spending time at the lake by the bridge. They got married, had a kid, grew old, and their kid grew up. The kid became a construction worker and the twist in the story began.
This poor young construction worker had let his parents down. He was not fit to be a dancer, he was not nearly coordinated enough, and he became infatuated with building after he built a bird feeder in third grade. His parents never forgave old Miss Miller for introducing him to this wretched hobby. His parents were very disappointed. Notwithstanding, his parents supported him in his journey to build.
He built a house for a nice young lady he fell in love with at the theatre one night. He was renovating the rundown theatre that his parents, grandparents, and great grandparents had been acquainted within. He thought that his parents would forgive him for all the years of dance he had deprived them of if he brought home a dancer. He married the dancer, lived in the house he built, and they had a kid. As they grew old, their kid grew up. The kid became a dancer.
How Horrendous Music took over the world
Way back in the stone ages, before music was completely created on those new-fangled computers and what not, musicians would spend hours upon hours writing, practising, and perfecting their music. Unfortunately, as technology advanced, it became easier to create what now passes as ‘music’. This mass produced flood of ‘music’ has drowned out the voices of musicians who have worked, and spent years writing and producing their albums with a desperate hope of one day becoming a world-recognized artist.
Once, bands of wayward minstrels would travel the streets, grateful for whatever shows they could possibly find. They would prove their worth against the world by countering any obstacle that could possibly be thrust into their path. For musicians, there is nothing that could compare with the thrill of proving yourself on the stage. Now, anybody with a guitar and a Youtube channel can easily get their 15 minutes of fame without leaving their home.
If you quickly skim any of the top 100 artist lists of the 1990’s, you will find many reoccurring artists. The Foo Fighters, Goo Goo Dolls, Elton John, Sugar Ray, Radiohead, U2, Third Eye Blind, GreenDay, Peal Jam, and Our Lady Peace are just a few of the bands and single artists who managed multiple and consecutive placing on the Top 100 Artists list on Top Hits Online between 1996 and 1999. They have spent countless hours touring and practising to earn those positions. Between 2005 and 2010 many of those same names are surrounded by groups that only occur once or twice in that 5 year span. The art of music is quickly disappearing as pop stars throw away the music and focus on dressing like they belong in the circus.
Astonishingly, the artists that only appear once on these lists become much more recognized and, in some rare, despicable cases, these artists out sell or outlast the records placed by icons such as The Beatles. The ears of the youth have been perverted to believe that all that is necessary to succeed in music is a repetitive chorus, an irritating voice, and off beat blasts of synthetic horror. Just to be clear, I am referring to Justin Bieber’s “Baby”, Rebecca Blacks’ “Friday”, and Dubstep in general, in that order.
My soul can find peace, however, knowing that good music will stand the test of time, and this absurdity will evanesce over the next few years.
Once, bands of wayward minstrels would travel the streets, grateful for whatever shows they could possibly find. They would prove their worth against the world by countering any obstacle that could possibly be thrust into their path. For musicians, there is nothing that could compare with the thrill of proving yourself on the stage. Now, anybody with a guitar and a Youtube channel can easily get their 15 minutes of fame without leaving their home.
If you quickly skim any of the top 100 artist lists of the 1990’s, you will find many reoccurring artists. The Foo Fighters, Goo Goo Dolls, Elton John, Sugar Ray, Radiohead, U2, Third Eye Blind, GreenDay, Peal Jam, and Our Lady Peace are just a few of the bands and single artists who managed multiple and consecutive placing on the Top 100 Artists list on Top Hits Online between 1996 and 1999. They have spent countless hours touring and practising to earn those positions. Between 2005 and 2010 many of those same names are surrounded by groups that only occur once or twice in that 5 year span. The art of music is quickly disappearing as pop stars throw away the music and focus on dressing like they belong in the circus.
Astonishingly, the artists that only appear once on these lists become much more recognized and, in some rare, despicable cases, these artists out sell or outlast the records placed by icons such as The Beatles. The ears of the youth have been perverted to believe that all that is necessary to succeed in music is a repetitive chorus, an irritating voice, and off beat blasts of synthetic horror. Just to be clear, I am referring to Justin Bieber’s “Baby”, Rebecca Blacks’ “Friday”, and Dubstep in general, in that order.
My soul can find peace, however, knowing that good music will stand the test of time, and this absurdity will evanesce over the next few years.
Do We Really need this? How many times have you seen guns give food to the starving, put a roof over the heads of the homeless, or find a family for an orphan? It could be easily proven that guns are counter-productive to all of these causes. With growing uncertainty of personal safety, improper use, and irresponsibility, gun ownership seems to be getting out of hand.
Guns have been ‘justified’ as a civil right and a form of protection, but if nobody had guns, there would be no need to use them as a counter measure. The guns available to the public during the writing of the Canadian Charter of Rights and Freedoms were side arms and hunting rifles, not the automatic tools of destruction available today. Before long people will be justifying nuclear bombs as their right to personal safety. Communities are meant to be close, as if blood-related, but people seem to have a fear that their neighbour is going to gun them down in cold blood. Canada can’t claim to be a peace-keeping nation if we feel endangered by our own neighbours. Almost everyday you can open the paper to find that guns have been used for more than personal protection. Kitchener has a rising gang population, and with it more and more armed robberies and targeted shootings, some as close as 2 blocks from City Hall, or within mere kilometres from schools. People now have the ability to take matters into their own hands, because it is so much easier to pull a trigger than to seek change and justice through diplomatic measures. This also gives police a greater reason to fear their daily jobs because resistance is becoming so openly available. We have police who carry guns for our protection; we don’t need to scare them away. Looser regulations on guns will give people who are unstable, underage, or under the influence access to firearms. Too many times have families had to say good-bye to their teenaged children, about 3 000 times a year too many in America, because they were unaware of the implications of their actions, or the destructive ability of firearms. Guns can only protect you if they’re aimed the other way. So often, guns are used to end the holder’s life, rather than that of the assaulter. People have a tendency to jump past the sensible, even if difficult, solution, and straight to the reckless, unplanned substitute of an answer. A student of Forest Heights said, via Facebook, “I can’t imagine what would happen if something like Columbine happened here.” Disgruntled employees, unhappy students, and occasionally the stark-raving mad will resolve to ending not only their own lives, but those of many others – coworkers, peers, etc. – who they think are to blame for their personal issues. Looser gun regulations open doors to worry of personal safety, crime, and irresponsibility. We need to get a hold on guns before they get away from us. As Santa once told a little boy in A Christmas Story, “You'll shoot your eye out, kid.” |
Summaries
Russia Reaches Lake Buried Under Arctic Ice for Millions of Years
Recently, Russian scientists reached a lake that has been buried under layers of ice for millions of years. There is a possibility that ancient bacteria found in this lake may help us understand how life has evolved and information gathered from the lake may help predict climate change. Many scientists are currently drilling to reach other, smaller, lakes buried beneath Antarctic ice.
The Boy with No Identity
Nadeem, a boy from Pakistan, cannot pass his class 9 exam because he does not have forms proving that he is a Pakistani citizen, which he cannot obtain because he does not have parents. Nadeem, therefore, does not have a formal identity. After sending aletter to the government, a government employee
by the name of Durrani researched Nadeem’s history and discovered the identity of Nadeem’s dead father. Using this information, Nadeem was able to acquire the
forms that he needed and pass his exam.
‘The Office’ Prank as Evidence of RCMP Dysfunction
A talking doll was left on Cpl. Tyrone Hempston's desk at the RCMP Bomb squad Headquarters in British Columbia by two co-workers. The doll contained ‘high explosives’ and exploded when Tyrone Hempster tried to turn it on. The pranksters were let off with a warning and a notice in their file, but Tyrone Hempster is suing the RCMP for damages.
Recently, Russian scientists reached a lake that has been buried under layers of ice for millions of years. There is a possibility that ancient bacteria found in this lake may help us understand how life has evolved and information gathered from the lake may help predict climate change. Many scientists are currently drilling to reach other, smaller, lakes buried beneath Antarctic ice.
The Boy with No Identity
Nadeem, a boy from Pakistan, cannot pass his class 9 exam because he does not have forms proving that he is a Pakistani citizen, which he cannot obtain because he does not have parents. Nadeem, therefore, does not have a formal identity. After sending aletter to the government, a government employee
by the name of Durrani researched Nadeem’s history and discovered the identity of Nadeem’s dead father. Using this information, Nadeem was able to acquire the
forms that he needed and pass his exam.
‘The Office’ Prank as Evidence of RCMP Dysfunction
A talking doll was left on Cpl. Tyrone Hempston's desk at the RCMP Bomb squad Headquarters in British Columbia by two co-workers. The doll contained ‘high explosives’ and exploded when Tyrone Hempster tried to turn it on. The pranksters were let off with a warning and a notice in their file, but Tyrone Hempster is suing the RCMP for damages.