I'm quite, shy and weird as fuck but that's who I am and I'm proud of it now. I used to use a facade that hid me from all. And I wasn't always this confident. I walked through the halls lost and scared. I was never comfortable with my body and that hasn't changed, but I deal. My voice was never heard and nobody cared. I'd say dumb things that weren't even interesting to me, to fill up space or seem cool. I drowned my lungs with smoke to make friends who were just as fake as everyone else. I want so badly to be a nerd because to me, they aren't judgmental, they are smart, interesting, funny and quite frankly they are real. Slut here, slut there, sex driving jerk here and there. I've been depressed, confused, lost anything with a sad connotation really. But it wasn't till lately that I found true happiness. I go to parties to watch the "cool kids" get drunk and make fools out of them selves. Good for them, they've found something that makes them happy. I've been ignored. I've been the person on the outside trying desperately to get in. I've tried being cool, but I'm sick of trying so I'm going to be me if that's okay with you? Countless times I've said, "I don't care what people think" yet I've never meant it. I'm proud to say now that I am a quiet, kinda boring, don't know what to say all the time, funny, down to earth, chill, dork who doesn't care what you fuckers think anymore. I've never been the one to judge solely on looks, and stereotypes don't phase me. A friend is a friend. I use titles or genders or ethnicity, sexual orientation to describe, but believe that I am not judging or looking at anyone differently. I see skin deep beauty in all and inner beauty in some, it's those few that truly inspire me. I don't understand hate for a person who hates your friend because they said hi to their boyfriend. I don't understand girls who need to perform a lap dance on multiple guys because they are bored and just had a drink. I don't understand grinding on random guys at dances, that's what a room with a bed is for. I don't understand sluts, womanizers', douche bags, disrespect, words meant to hurt, fighting, judgmental people, or haters. In fact I hate those just mentioned. That might have contradicted most of what I just said – can you blame me? I'm sick of seeing people get hurt over trivial things. But I'm devastated seeing people like me. The lost and ignored, because nobody deserves to feel that way. Your day will come you guys, keep your pretty head up and don't let them see you cry. They don't deserve to get the best of you and stomp on it. Have faith, your day will come.
Monday, April 26, 2010
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Bootleggers by Seth Eddings
Part I "Tennessee"
A man wakes up in the middle of the night. In his what once was a nice house, but some would now consider it a shack. Yet, it was still more than what some people had. The man sat up and rolled his covers off and sat up the side of his bed. Hunched over he was thinking.
"you up again shug?" the mans wife asked.
"Ya, just thinking," the man told his wife, so she wouldn't worry.
The man named Christian was too worried to sleep. He couldn't image him, his wife, his baby, and his 4 year old son living the way they live now.
"There starving Mary," Christian said with his head in his hands. " my Children are starving. Mary My Children are starving."
"We will manage some darling." Mary said to her husband. And grabbed his body with her arms. " We will manage honey," She whispered in his ears.
"Manage? like how we managed last week?"
"It was fine honey."
"Fine! is breast feeding a 4 year old, so he wouldn't starve fine? is it fine that I lost my job at the lumber yard? Is that Fine? Is it fine that we are no longer paying our property taxes, and we are just squatting on this land fine? Does that sound fine to you?" Christian said, just realizing all his, and his family's problems.
"Christian, we can pray..." Christian cutting Mary off "The lord has givin' up on me, just as I have givin' up on him. Mary, we have no money. Christian finally said. " I spent it all on dinner to night. The flour, and clear water cost me 83 cents, and it wasn't even enough to fill my kids stomach."
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"You gave your biscuit to your son, you didn't even eat tonight." Mary said in a worried voice.
"I'm Fine. My son ate two biscuits and he is still starving, I cant believe this is going on Mary."
"I Know Christian, but we can make it through this Depuration."
"We have to," Christian said as he laid down to go back to sleep. " I need to find a job, by tomorrow."
Part II "San Francisco"
Knock Knock Knock. on the door.
A small slide opens in the door way. to eyes, one cross eyed, popped out. Looking left to right, finding nothing, up and then down.
"Ahhhh, there you are, were you the one knocking?" said the cross eyed man to a young boy. The boy was about 7.
"Yes sir that was me,"
"Well what do you want boy?"
"Excuse me sir, but I'm not really sure what the password of the month is, but uh, I need to get my Pa."
"Your what?" the crazy eyes said looking down at him said.
"My Pa, My old man, My Father."
"Oh, well, what's he look like?
"Well, tall, brown hair around the sides of his head. and a brown suit. Kind of heavy set."
"Well kid you just described every other man in San Francisco." The man laughed with a snort.
"I have a photo of him," Joseph pulled a photo of his father, that he caries around, out of his pocket. The photo used to belong to his mother before she died of polo.
The slide closed. The sounds of locks began to snap open all around the door next to the mall. the door slung open. the door was heavy probable made of solid metal. There stood the
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crossed eyed man. He was bawled too, way taller than the boy's father, and rounder too. He was chewing on a un-light cigar, and was wearing a suit. The boy handed the man a the photo of his dad. The man took it up to his good eye, which was ironically his crossed eye.
"Oh ya, I know him, he was completely drunk before he got here, but boss told me to let him in any ways."
The boy sighed.
"Come on in boy. Lets see if we can't find you your old man." the man said pulling the boy in. This was not the first time the boy went into this speak easy.
He turned the corner and walked into a ray of light and loud noises, and a wall of heat. the boy thanked the man, and continued by himself. He walked passed the girls dancing on the stage, and continued to the bar to get his dad. His dad was in his normal spot, at the end o his bar. Passed out drunk, with a little vomit coming of the cheek of his mouth.
"Aw, Pa, why do you do this to yourself?" The boy moaned.
The boy hated his dad when he was drunk. He hated this speak easy, he hated the dancers, he hated the dancers, he hated the people who came here, he hated the guy who worked the door, he even hated the person who owned this bar, but most of all he hated liquor. It was killing his father. he loved his father, but he was killing himself, using Alcohol.
The boy walked up to his dad and was going to do the same routine just like every other Friday night. Go to the speak easy, carry his drunk dad home, have his dad beat him when he wakes up realizing that he is home and not at the speak easy, and be sore all weekend, and sometimes Monday too. Depending on how mad his dad is. The boy was about to pull his dad off the bar stool, and walk him home, but a man's hand grabbed his.
"Hold on there sport." A man's voice said with a thick New York accident. "That's my best costumer, what are you doin' with him?"
"He's My Father." the boy replied.
"Ya, I figured." The man said in a sarcastic voice. The man was tall, with slicked back black hair, and he was wearing a pin striped suit on. He talked tough, like he grew up in the Bronx. "Ya, I figured, the way come in every other Friday, when your old man gets his pay check, and drinks it away. Then I see you here kid, carrying him home. Is that right?" The man said leaning on the bar in-between the boy and his dad.
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"Ya, that's right."
"HA, Ha, ha, you gots allot of heart kid, Ill give you that. You know somethin'? I could use a kid like you in the organization," The man said to the boy.
"The organization?" the boy asked.
"Sure why not? your a tough kid, Ill wager, that could use a bit of money, right? so uh, what do say kid?"
"Joseph, my name is Joseph."
"Ok, Joseph. Mind if I call you Joe? Well, What do you say Joe? you could babysit your daddy forever, or you could work for me, and make a lil' money." The man held out his hand.
Joseph thought that the man in the pin striped suit talked allot, but he considered his options. He hesitated for a bit. this could change his life forever. Enough, enough of his dad being a drunk, enough of his scentless beatings, enough, enough ENOUGH!
"I'm done with this," Joe whispered, and shook the mans hand.
"Good, Cuz I gots a job for you."
Part III "A Chance In Tennessee"
Christian was walking down the dirt road, carrying his side-by-side Shot gun. He was the only person in his town to not sell his gun for money. he was walking down his path. from his house, hoping to shoot some wild squires or rabbits, so his family wouldn't have to starve.
VRRRRRROOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!!
A loud car came flying up the road at high speeds. It had been so long since Christian had heard a engine to a car. The fast car pulled up next to Christian.
"Hey Chris!" a familiar voice said.
"Peter?" Christian asked.
"Yes Sir, its Working' Peter to you now boy,"
"Your working?" Christian asked.
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"Yes sir," Peter said.
"Doing what?'
"Well, all I gots to do is drive this here automobile from Big Grey's house, to Nashville's air strip.'
"What does Nashville's air strip want with your car?" Christian asked confused.
"S S S S S S S S......," Peter did his hissing laugh. " They don't want the car, they want what's inside the car."
"Well, What's in the car?"
Peter looked around to make sure no one was looking. " Can you keep a secret?"
"Yea Sure," Christian sounded intrigued.
"MOONSHINE!" Peter yelled.
"Moonshine? Your Bootleggin'?" Christian asked. "Peter, you know that's illegal right?"
"I don't consider it being illegal, I consider it, providing for my family." peter said in a stern voice. "I got a man in San Francisco payin' me 45$ a shipment."
"$45?" Chris asked. "Do you need any help?"
"As a matter of fact I do need help. Ya see I need a gun hand. Someone to ride shot gun, you in?"
Christian didn't have to think of twice about his family and got into the car. " On one condition, I get half the money." Christian demanded.
"Deal!" Peter said.
They took off on a two hour drive before Christian fell asleep because of his motion sickness. He hasn't really ridden in a car before. Two more hours went by while Christian woke up. He woke to up to Peter saying, "NO no no no no, NO! but how, how did they find me? they told me this road was clean!" Peter was about to burst into tears.
Christian looked out the front window to se a road block with a bout 25 FBI agent and about 10 local law enforcement. Christian stood out of the car with his hands up yelling "Don't Shoot!"
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In one of Christians hands he was holding his shot gun. One of the Cops shot Christian in the shoulder. The pain was so great that his hand tensed up, causing him to squeeze the trigger.
BOOM!
Came from the shot gun. All the police and all the FBI Agents opened fire on Christian blowing holes into his chest, and creating large exit wounds out of his back. Christian fell on his hack, barley alive, gasping for air. A Federal agent with dark glasses walked up to Christian, pointing his gun his gun to Christians head, pulling the trigger. Ending Christians life.
Part IV "Problem Solved In San Francisco'
"Here Joe, take this letter to the mailbox down town, the one down the block is bein' watch by the Fuzz, if yu catch my drift," The Man who owned the speak easy told to Joseph. This was Joseph's first job, was mailing a letter.
"Yes Sir!" Joseph said and saluted the man as he walked away. The envelope was light. It was addressed to Some one named Big Grey, in Tennessee. Half way walking to down town, Joseph decided to stop at a little detour in a back alleyway. Carefully not tarring the paper, he opened up the letter. Inside contained a Road Map, $45.00, and a note.
Joseph tried to read the note but it was all in some type of coding. He went the rest of the way to the down town where the mail box was, but didn't drop the letter into the mail box. Instead of going to the mail box, he went to the police station.
If the police could stop the shipment of alcohol coming to S.F. Then his dad couldn't drink. Joseph loved his dad, hoping he could start a new life with his dad, by ending a life. He was successful.
A man wakes up in the middle of the night. In his what once was a nice house, but some would now consider it a shack. Yet, it was still more than what some people had. The man sat up and rolled his covers off and sat up the side of his bed. Hunched over he was thinking.
"you up again shug?" the mans wife asked.
"Ya, just thinking," the man told his wife, so she wouldn't worry.
The man named Christian was too worried to sleep. He couldn't image him, his wife, his baby, and his 4 year old son living the way they live now.
"There starving Mary," Christian said with his head in his hands. " my Children are starving. Mary My Children are starving."
"We will manage some darling." Mary said to her husband. And grabbed his body with her arms. " We will manage honey," She whispered in his ears.
"Manage? like how we managed last week?"
"It was fine honey."
"Fine! is breast feeding a 4 year old, so he wouldn't starve fine? is it fine that I lost my job at the lumber yard? Is that Fine? Is it fine that we are no longer paying our property taxes, and we are just squatting on this land fine? Does that sound fine to you?" Christian said, just realizing all his, and his family's problems.
"Christian, we can pray..." Christian cutting Mary off "The lord has givin' up on me, just as I have givin' up on him. Mary, we have no money. Christian finally said. " I spent it all on dinner to night. The flour, and clear water cost me 83 cents, and it wasn't even enough to fill my kids stomach."
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"You gave your biscuit to your son, you didn't even eat tonight." Mary said in a worried voice.
"I'm Fine. My son ate two biscuits and he is still starving, I cant believe this is going on Mary."
"I Know Christian, but we can make it through this Depuration."
"We have to," Christian said as he laid down to go back to sleep. " I need to find a job, by tomorrow."
Part II "San Francisco"
Knock Knock Knock. on the door.
A small slide opens in the door way. to eyes, one cross eyed, popped out. Looking left to right, finding nothing, up and then down.
"Ahhhh, there you are, were you the one knocking?" said the cross eyed man to a young boy. The boy was about 7.
"Yes sir that was me,"
"Well what do you want boy?"
"Excuse me sir, but I'm not really sure what the password of the month is, but uh, I need to get my Pa."
"Your what?" the crazy eyes said looking down at him said.
"My Pa, My old man, My Father."
"Oh, well, what's he look like?
"Well, tall, brown hair around the sides of his head. and a brown suit. Kind of heavy set."
"Well kid you just described every other man in San Francisco." The man laughed with a snort.
"I have a photo of him," Joseph pulled a photo of his father, that he caries around, out of his pocket. The photo used to belong to his mother before she died of polo.
The slide closed. The sounds of locks began to snap open all around the door next to the mall. the door slung open. the door was heavy probable made of solid metal. There stood the
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crossed eyed man. He was bawled too, way taller than the boy's father, and rounder too. He was chewing on a un-light cigar, and was wearing a suit. The boy handed the man a the photo of his dad. The man took it up to his good eye, which was ironically his crossed eye.
"Oh ya, I know him, he was completely drunk before he got here, but boss told me to let him in any ways."
The boy sighed.
"Come on in boy. Lets see if we can't find you your old man." the man said pulling the boy in. This was not the first time the boy went into this speak easy.
He turned the corner and walked into a ray of light and loud noises, and a wall of heat. the boy thanked the man, and continued by himself. He walked passed the girls dancing on the stage, and continued to the bar to get his dad. His dad was in his normal spot, at the end o his bar. Passed out drunk, with a little vomit coming of the cheek of his mouth.
"Aw, Pa, why do you do this to yourself?" The boy moaned.
The boy hated his dad when he was drunk. He hated this speak easy, he hated the dancers, he hated the dancers, he hated the people who came here, he hated the guy who worked the door, he even hated the person who owned this bar, but most of all he hated liquor. It was killing his father. he loved his father, but he was killing himself, using Alcohol.
The boy walked up to his dad and was going to do the same routine just like every other Friday night. Go to the speak easy, carry his drunk dad home, have his dad beat him when he wakes up realizing that he is home and not at the speak easy, and be sore all weekend, and sometimes Monday too. Depending on how mad his dad is. The boy was about to pull his dad off the bar stool, and walk him home, but a man's hand grabbed his.
"Hold on there sport." A man's voice said with a thick New York accident. "That's my best costumer, what are you doin' with him?"
"He's My Father." the boy replied.
"Ya, I figured." The man said in a sarcastic voice. The man was tall, with slicked back black hair, and he was wearing a pin striped suit on. He talked tough, like he grew up in the Bronx. "Ya, I figured, the way come in every other Friday, when your old man gets his pay check, and drinks it away. Then I see you here kid, carrying him home. Is that right?" The man said leaning on the bar in-between the boy and his dad.
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"Ya, that's right."
"HA, Ha, ha, you gots allot of heart kid, Ill give you that. You know somethin'? I could use a kid like you in the organization," The man said to the boy.
"The organization?" the boy asked.
"Sure why not? your a tough kid, Ill wager, that could use a bit of money, right? so uh, what do say kid?"
"Joseph, my name is Joseph."
"Ok, Joseph. Mind if I call you Joe? Well, What do you say Joe? you could babysit your daddy forever, or you could work for me, and make a lil' money." The man held out his hand.
Joseph thought that the man in the pin striped suit talked allot, but he considered his options. He hesitated for a bit. this could change his life forever. Enough, enough of his dad being a drunk, enough of his scentless beatings, enough, enough ENOUGH!
"I'm done with this," Joe whispered, and shook the mans hand.
"Good, Cuz I gots a job for you."
Part III "A Chance In Tennessee"
Christian was walking down the dirt road, carrying his side-by-side Shot gun. He was the only person in his town to not sell his gun for money. he was walking down his path. from his house, hoping to shoot some wild squires or rabbits, so his family wouldn't have to starve.
VRRRRRROOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!!
A loud car came flying up the road at high speeds. It had been so long since Christian had heard a engine to a car. The fast car pulled up next to Christian.
"Hey Chris!" a familiar voice said.
"Peter?" Christian asked.
"Yes Sir, its Working' Peter to you now boy,"
"Your working?" Christian asked.
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"Yes sir," Peter said.
"Doing what?'
"Well, all I gots to do is drive this here automobile from Big Grey's house, to Nashville's air strip.'
"What does Nashville's air strip want with your car?" Christian asked confused.
"S S S S S S S S......," Peter did his hissing laugh. " They don't want the car, they want what's inside the car."
"Well, What's in the car?"
Peter looked around to make sure no one was looking. " Can you keep a secret?"
"Yea Sure," Christian sounded intrigued.
"MOONSHINE!" Peter yelled.
"Moonshine? Your Bootleggin'?" Christian asked. "Peter, you know that's illegal right?"
"I don't consider it being illegal, I consider it, providing for my family." peter said in a stern voice. "I got a man in San Francisco payin' me 45$ a shipment."
"$45?" Chris asked. "Do you need any help?"
"As a matter of fact I do need help. Ya see I need a gun hand. Someone to ride shot gun, you in?"
Christian didn't have to think of twice about his family and got into the car. " On one condition, I get half the money." Christian demanded.
"Deal!" Peter said.
They took off on a two hour drive before Christian fell asleep because of his motion sickness. He hasn't really ridden in a car before. Two more hours went by while Christian woke up. He woke to up to Peter saying, "NO no no no no, NO! but how, how did they find me? they told me this road was clean!" Peter was about to burst into tears.
Christian looked out the front window to se a road block with a bout 25 FBI agent and about 10 local law enforcement. Christian stood out of the car with his hands up yelling "Don't Shoot!"
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In one of Christians hands he was holding his shot gun. One of the Cops shot Christian in the shoulder. The pain was so great that his hand tensed up, causing him to squeeze the trigger.
BOOM!
Came from the shot gun. All the police and all the FBI Agents opened fire on Christian blowing holes into his chest, and creating large exit wounds out of his back. Christian fell on his hack, barley alive, gasping for air. A Federal agent with dark glasses walked up to Christian, pointing his gun his gun to Christians head, pulling the trigger. Ending Christians life.
Part IV "Problem Solved In San Francisco'
"Here Joe, take this letter to the mailbox down town, the one down the block is bein' watch by the Fuzz, if yu catch my drift," The Man who owned the speak easy told to Joseph. This was Joseph's first job, was mailing a letter.
"Yes Sir!" Joseph said and saluted the man as he walked away. The envelope was light. It was addressed to Some one named Big Grey, in Tennessee. Half way walking to down town, Joseph decided to stop at a little detour in a back alleyway. Carefully not tarring the paper, he opened up the letter. Inside contained a Road Map, $45.00, and a note.
Joseph tried to read the note but it was all in some type of coding. He went the rest of the way to the down town where the mail box was, but didn't drop the letter into the mail box. Instead of going to the mail box, he went to the police station.
If the police could stop the shipment of alcohol coming to S.F. Then his dad couldn't drink. Joseph loved his dad, hoping he could start a new life with his dad, by ending a life. He was successful.
My White Whale by Nate Hirai
"Why don't you love me?" Chasing me down the street, sobbing, she yells after me.
I run for about three blocks before I begin wheezing and feel light headed. Cough up saliva and other mucus trying to catch my breath. She catches up to me and pulls me back.
"Why don't you love me?" she repeats in her whiney voice.
"It's not that I don't love you, it's just that I find you unappealing."
"What!" She shrieks.
"No, no, no. That came out wrong. Its just that you don't elicit any emotional response from me."
"But what about last night? You were aroused then."
"I don't think you understand, I am a man. You rub me anywhere long enough and it gets hard." As she looks to the ground in disappointment I begin to walk away.
"I'm pregnant!" She yells after me.
"What the fuck? There is no way in hell that you are pregnant. First off, I used a condom and pull out method; secondly, we had sex like two hours ago, you couldn't possibly know if you were pregnant or not." I continue walking but soon hear the clacking of her heels on the asphalt behind me. I close my eyes and bite my lip for just a second, and then she pulls me back.
"You aren't the father."
"All right, dandy, great, then go nag the other guy to love you."
"I can't, he died two months ago in Iraq," her lip begins to quiver, "There is no way I can raise this child alone."
A chill runs down my spine as I realize the cruelty of my actions. Her eyes begin to tear up as we stand in silence. "Wait a minute!" I exclaim, "You were drinking tons of alcohol yesterday, at least seven shots."
The tears dissipate almost instantly. She slumps her shoulders, frowns, and I guess tries to give me some sort of puppy dog glance. "But you must feel something for me, right? Why else would you have come up to me in the bar?"
"You came up to me last night." I try to walk away but she pulls me back.
"But you still stuck it out with me, even though you say I evoke no emotional response!" She crosses her arms and gives a devilish smirk, probably thinking she had dealt a decisive blow.
"I stuck it out last night because the first thing you did was grab my crotch. I knew you were down to fuck and I had nothing better to do."
"I wasn't that forward with you!" she whined, "Even then you must have felt something!"
"Nope, not at all. In fact, for a while I thought you were a hooker."
Her jaw dropped, "No way!"
"Yes way. That's why I had to go out for a couple of minutes. I had to find an ATM and get some cash just in case." I pull out my wallet to reveal its contents.
She begins to tear up again. Now, sniffling, "But I love you."
"But I don't. I'm sorry, really I am, but I have to go." I turn around and take one step before she pulls me back.
"Here, take this." Holding out a card, "If you ever change your mind."
I look at it, printed on the card are several phone numbers and a name, Grace Park. I slip the card into my pocket and walk down the street. I can feel the heat of her eyes dissipate as the fog encloses around me and I disappear from all sight. I can only see the fog that stands before me, like an insurmountable wall. I fail to see past it time and time again. I force open my eyes as wide as I can in hopes of catching a glimpse of what lies beyond that gray wall, and as I do light floods into my eyes.
I roll over and shove my face into the pillow in a poor attempt to escape from the light. But I get up anyway. Put on my pants one leg at a time, button my shirt from top to bottom, and grab my brief case. As I leave for the door I am pulled back yet again.
"Where are you going so early?"
"I have to go in early today. But I'll be home for dinner tonight. Bye baby."
She flashes me a glare from the bed. "You know I hate it when you call me baby."
"All right, I will see you later this evening Ms. Parks" She smiles and I open the door to leave. As I take a step outside I turn back to face her.
"I love you." She says.
"I love you too."
In Love With Pain by Edlyn Rodriguez
It's funny when you think you're loosing someone, when in reality you never had them. Think about it, infatuation is never ever mutual. Love is just another word for pain, especially when you love someone, but it hurts to even think of where they're at. It hurts to know that what they are doing is clearly not you. The pain carves in my heart as soon as I realize that he has never been there and he never will be. Love isn't for everyone, especially me. I always loose, this time I gave my all but didn't get anything in return, except a simple illusion. A thought of love delivered to my heart. My heart as naïve as it is fell really hard and deep forgetting that no one is ever here to stay, that love hurts and soon… Love kills, and it begins by feeling like the world is ending, even the earthquakes break your heart. Making the rain soak your eyes and feeling the tears tickle your cheeks, feeling the way it felt when you caressed my body, slowly pleasing my every thought, as well as removing my doubts. I know now he won't be here any longer. I get goose bumps and I feel my chin trembling, along with my eyes blinking slowly trying to forget every kiss, every hug, and every goodnight. My lungs seem to be shrinking with less air, or as I should say "love" coming in my heart. My left hands moves slowly up to my face to flip my hair back out of my face, almost the way you used to. My mascara is smearing along with my smile. I guess this time you are leaving, and it won't be for a short while. I know you won't say goodnight anymore, or "mama I love you!" this time it's a permanent goodbye. I am laying down thinking if you loved me the way you said you did you would definitely come to see me one last time, which is what I am dwelling on. I can hear different cars like the ones you ride in, and as I look out my window I notice it isn't you. I sit back down next to the heater holding my head in place trying to hold my whole self together. Trying so hard to not feel cold and hopeless, trying not to think of you being gone. I am wearing your sweater and I am sniffling but I don't smell your scent any longer. I wish my 11:11 wishes came true, then we would be happy together, but I have to get in my head that this isn't a fairytale. That people don't live happily ever after. That with you I can touch the sky. That not even if I stayed up all night and counted the stars would amount to how much you love me. Thinking of taking on your last name was just an immature though. My heart hurts and they say that is impossible. I also thought that I would have you forever but I guess THAT is also implausible. I'm doing everything I can possibly do to stay busy so I don't think of you Sunday, Monday and Tuesday go by and I start to think at the end of Tuesday that I will see you at adult school the next day, as usual, but what can I do? I know I will see you but it'll hurt me more than if I didn't. I know you'll say hello and ill respond, but perhaps you won't kiss me this time. You ask me if I have moved on and I reply with a no. I know I want to be with you for sure, for sure, but you can't or you don't want to. I actually thought this Valentines Day was going to really be special, as I lay in your arms, but knowing we wont makes me want to run and hide under my bed like a little girl. I ask around what I should do, and I hear everyone say, "Just move, he has." they obviously don't know. They don't understand that he's the only one that fills my heart, who makes me change for the better, the one I think about 25/8 because twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week is not enough. The only guy that would be allowed to touch me in that way. He's the one I dream about, the one I see myself with fifteen, twenty, thirty years. I love him what can I say? It's blind love and I am so blinded. Yet I am so aware. They say you can't miss something you've never had, so that explains why I miss him. I suppose I clearly had him. Love is difficult, especially when you're the one who has to always wait. Or when no one is ever ready to be in a committed relationship with you because you take everything so damn serious maybe? I don't know, or maybe I know too much, and that's why they get scared. The ones who aren't scared are not serious. Love kills slowly. Either you kill it before it gets you, or you get killed. Me? Don't ask me I'm just a victim of what love can do. |
The Inherent Worthlessness of Man by Kolbe Cathcart and Drew Jordan
There is an illusion that every human being is born with a set of natural rights, things that cannot be taken away. Surely this is indeed a noble gesture and to create peace around the world these ideals should be spread ensuring that everybody abides by them and all governments are formed around the basis of equality and natural rights. However natural rights as we view them today are simply a falsity and attempt at creating an illusion under which we can live satisfactorily; in all reality there are no such things as "natural rights". The idea that something cannot be taken away is absurd in all cases because of the simple fact that anything can be. Even these "natural rights" are simply subject to a time and place of extermination and your "rights" no longer exist, such as your right to life being extinguished by death, liberty by chains and pursuit of happiness by oppression. At the absolute base of all this we must realize that there is no true protection of our rights from any forces, though society binds us together and forces us to believe these lies we can easily be exterminated by the most slight geologic, cosmic or environmental anomaly. So are these rights against society? When the ability for them to be infringed upon happens they can never be definites, and though we may agree to follow these rules to function in this very society there is nothing that physically prevents them from ever being ignored. And what of the role of the nature of Man in this cycle? Man is what creates most violence against Man, and Man itself is a parasite from the beginning of its life to the very bitter end. The species that claims the morality of Natural Rights is the same species that breaks them often and rarely with compunction. And what of the natural rights of others if we're awarding them to human beings? If humanity gets natural rights because they're living then why don't we afford the same to wolves, bears, fish, carrots, celery, cucumbers, all of the living entities? Is it a matter of sentience? The notion that some form of life is more or less deserving of what should be considered a universal truth is laughable when you take into account that Man in its infinite wisdom has made little bother to communicate with other species, the same ones it disregards natural rights for in order to maintain themselves through sustenance. So what is the worth of humanity? Economics is entirely a creation and burden of humanity that no other species has a use for. Socially, humanity is a destructive force by creating domestic breeds of animals that cannot survive without them for the sole purpose of their own pleasure. Environmentally, humanity is destructive, crushing the once verdant lands of the earth, mutating and burning and erecting monuments to themselves as a declaration of great conquerors. The truth is that humanity deserves and should receive nothing. Though they self-aggrandize themselves with any ideal there is no way to conceal the fact that to continue their life they must destroy life, and the most disgusting part is that rarely does anyone in the species acknowledge this. The world gave birth to and was subsequently raped by perhaps the most evil thing in all of creation, and instead of being given any other option it must raise and maintain this malignant parasite of an offspring against her own will. |
Nova Scorched: Pilot by Raul Ceja
Scene 1: John's mom's house
John's mom enters the room as John and Lucas play Halo 3
Mom: Boys! We just got a letter from your grandpa's lawyer.
John: Why do we still have to hear from grandpa? He died last week.
Lucas: Jesus Christ, it's like he's Tupac play laugh track
Mom: Fine then, I guess you won't want to hear what he left you in his will.
They pause the game and stare at her
Mom: He left you his mansion
John and Lucas: What?
Mom: You heard me, he left you two his mansion.
Lucas: Fuck yeah!
John: HOOAH! Time to go get high
Lucas: Celebrations like this deserve the good marijuana
The two pull out a porcelain bong and begin to smoke their Canadian hash as the Themes song begins to play (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uuni-ZOcO-4)
Scene 2: it is now 1 month later and the 2 are sitting at the dining table in the mansion. Nothing has changed much from the how grandpa left it except the flowers on the table have been replaced with a marijuana plant
The door bell rings
John: Get the door Lucas!
Lucas: You get it, I'm playing Modern Warfare 2 with that hot asian chick who works at Staples.
John: Bro, she has a boyfriend.
Lucas: FUCK YOU WHORE! <he takes off his headset, calls in an AC-130 and leaves the game. He gets up, pulls up his pants and answers the door. Sup bi.
Man: What? Nevermind. Hi, my name is Mr. Greensburg, I'm from the Bank of Nova Scotia. May I speak to Dr. Phillips?
Lucas: He died last month, he left the house to me and my cousin Johnny.
Man: Okay then, well, your grandfather had some debts to pay to us. He left us the house as collateral.
Lucas: Well how much did he owe he pulls out his wallet
Man: Your grandfather owed us $500,000. You have 2 months to pay it off.
Lucas: Uhm, did you just say $500,000?
Man: Yes, and you have 2 months to pay it off or we take your house.
Lucas: Excuse me for a second. Lucas goes back inside JOHN! GET OVER HERE!
John arrives to the door
John: What?
Lucas looks over to the man
Lucas: Tell him what you just told me.
Man: Your Grandfather owed us $500,00 and you have 2 months to pay us back or we take the house.
John: Okay, how much pot will it take to bribe you?play laugh track
Man: $500,000 worth of marijuana play laugh track
John: Well thank you for stopping by He slams the door
Lucas: Shit, what are we gonna do to raise that much money?
John: I guess we could sell more weed and we could play more rap shows. I could ask for a raise at work.
Lucas: Damn, we just got done paying for the recording equipment too. It still won't be enough.
John: We could sell off grandpa's Bentley
Lucas: NO! we need that for the music video.
John: Looks like we need to do more thinking
Lucas: Right, I'll get the thinking herbs play laugh track
John: Now's not the time to get high, that's like $10 right there.
Scene 3: Bobby's Pizza Shop
John, Lucas, and C-Iris(Cyrus) are sitting at a table
John: Cyrus, we need some help.
Cyrus: Aiight, what ya'll niggas need
Lucas: Check it, so our Grandpa owed the bank $500,000 and we have no idea how we're gonna pay it off, if we don't, we lose the mansion.
Cyrus: So that's you bitches are makin me pay for your pizza play laugh track Aiight, let me think for a second. Okay okay, your mansion has a lot of rooms right?
John: Yeah.
Cyrus: Well rent some out.
John: I don't think we can make $500,00 out of 2 months rent.
Cyrus: Sell a lot of weed, I can deal for you. We can play more shows.
Lucas: We already thought of that, it won't be enough.
Cyrus: J Philly could pimp out Breanna.
Orange soda comes out of John's nose
John: Not gonna happen.
Cyrus: yeah, she might get CLAMydia play laugh track
John: Fuck you
Cyrus: You two could make a porno like in that movie I didn't see
Lucas: That's not a bad idea
John: Uhhhhh, well we do need the money really bad and really fast
Lucas: That's what sex with you is probably like anyways play laugh track
John: FUCKING SHIT!
Lucas and Cyrus both begin cracking up
Scene 4: Lucas, John, and Cyrus are in the streets putting up flyers advertising for their rap shows, a new roommate, and their marijuana
John: looks like we're done here. HOOAH!
A teenage boy walks up to them
Teenager: Wow, are you guys the Lob-Stars?
Cyrus: Yeah, you want to live with 2 of them and buy their weed and see us on Friday?play laugh track
Teenager: Sure, give me a flyer. he leaves
Lucas: Let's go home, I'm fucking starving
Cyrus: I just bought you two some pizza, how the fuck are you still hungry?
Lucas: I got da munchies bro. play laugh track
John: yeah, let's go home, I need to talk to Breanna about the porno.
Scene 5: John is in his room on the phone with Breanna
John: Hey so I have a problem…
Breanna: Well what is it?
John: We need to make up $500,000 in 2 months or the bank will take the mansion away
Breanna: Maybe you should sell more-
John: We already thought of that, it won't be enough. But we did have an idea that might make us a lot of money.
Breanna: Well what is it?
John: We film a porno.
Breanna: Cool, who's starring in it?
John: Me and You
Breanna: WHAT?!? play laugh track
Scene 6:The door bell rings and a man wearing waterproof overalls is standing there. In his hand is a leash, on the end of that leash is his pet lobster
Lucas: So how may I help you.
Lobsterman: I found this flyer, so do you still have the room for rent or am I too late? And I brought my pet lobster, the flyer didn't say anything about pets, is this ok?
Lucas: Is he clean?
Lobsterman: Very.
Lucas: Is he potty trained?
Lobsterman: Yes.
Lucas: Well, the kiddie pool is in the back.play laugh track For his own safety, don't let him get into the big swimming pool, there's something living in there. It tried to eat our pool cleaner. So what's name?
Lobsterman: Patrick. Oh, and here is the first and last month's rent.
Lucas: Lucas is counting the moneyWell, make your self at home Patrick. Your room is upstairs, it's the first on the right
Patrick: Thanks. Come on Snippy, lets go.
Snippy: Ok.
Patrick and Snippy go upstairs
Lucas: I must be really fucking high if I just heard that lobster talk play laugh track
Lucas closes the door and the credits begin to roll
John's mom enters the room as John and Lucas play Halo 3
Mom: Boys! We just got a letter from your grandpa's lawyer.
John: Why do we still have to hear from grandpa? He died last week.
Lucas: Jesus Christ, it's like he's Tupac play laugh track
Mom: Fine then, I guess you won't want to hear what he left you in his will.
They pause the game and stare at her
Mom: He left you his mansion
John and Lucas: What?
Mom: You heard me, he left you two his mansion.
Lucas: Fuck yeah!
John: HOOAH! Time to go get high
Lucas: Celebrations like this deserve the good marijuana
The two pull out a porcelain bong and begin to smoke their Canadian hash as the Themes song begins to play (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uuni-ZOcO-4)
Scene 2: it is now 1 month later and the 2 are sitting at the dining table in the mansion. Nothing has changed much from the how grandpa left it except the flowers on the table have been replaced with a marijuana plant
The door bell rings
John: Get the door Lucas!
Lucas: You get it, I'm playing Modern Warfare 2 with that hot asian chick who works at Staples.
John: Bro, she has a boyfriend.
Lucas: FUCK YOU WHORE! <he takes off his headset, calls in an AC-130 and leaves the game. He gets up, pulls up his pants and answers the door. Sup bi.
Man: What? Nevermind. Hi, my name is Mr. Greensburg, I'm from the Bank of Nova Scotia. May I speak to Dr. Phillips?
Lucas: He died last month, he left the house to me and my cousin Johnny.
Man: Okay then, well, your grandfather had some debts to pay to us. He left us the house as collateral.
Lucas: Well how much did he owe he pulls out his wallet
Man: Your grandfather owed us $500,000. You have 2 months to pay it off.
Lucas: Uhm, did you just say $500,000?
Man: Yes, and you have 2 months to pay it off or we take your house.
Lucas: Excuse me for a second. Lucas goes back inside JOHN! GET OVER HERE!
John arrives to the door
John: What?
Lucas looks over to the man
Lucas: Tell him what you just told me.
Man: Your Grandfather owed us $500,00 and you have 2 months to pay us back or we take the house.
John: Okay, how much pot will it take to bribe you?play laugh track
Man: $500,000 worth of marijuana play laugh track
John: Well thank you for stopping by He slams the door
Lucas: Shit, what are we gonna do to raise that much money?
John: I guess we could sell more weed and we could play more rap shows. I could ask for a raise at work.
Lucas: Damn, we just got done paying for the recording equipment too. It still won't be enough.
John: We could sell off grandpa's Bentley
Lucas: NO! we need that for the music video.
John: Looks like we need to do more thinking
Lucas: Right, I'll get the thinking herbs play laugh track
John: Now's not the time to get high, that's like $10 right there.
Scene 3: Bobby's Pizza Shop
John, Lucas, and C-Iris(Cyrus) are sitting at a table
John: Cyrus, we need some help.
Cyrus: Aiight, what ya'll niggas need
Lucas: Check it, so our Grandpa owed the bank $500,000 and we have no idea how we're gonna pay it off, if we don't, we lose the mansion.
Cyrus: So that's you bitches are makin me pay for your pizza play laugh track Aiight, let me think for a second. Okay okay, your mansion has a lot of rooms right?
John: Yeah.
Cyrus: Well rent some out.
John: I don't think we can make $500,00 out of 2 months rent.
Cyrus: Sell a lot of weed, I can deal for you. We can play more shows.
Lucas: We already thought of that, it won't be enough.
Cyrus: J Philly could pimp out Breanna.
Orange soda comes out of John's nose
John: Not gonna happen.
Cyrus: yeah, she might get CLAMydia play laugh track
John: Fuck you
Cyrus: You two could make a porno like in that movie I didn't see
Lucas: That's not a bad idea
John: Uhhhhh, well we do need the money really bad and really fast
Lucas: That's what sex with you is probably like anyways play laugh track
John: FUCKING SHIT!
Lucas and Cyrus both begin cracking up
Scene 4: Lucas, John, and Cyrus are in the streets putting up flyers advertising for their rap shows, a new roommate, and their marijuana
John: looks like we're done here. HOOAH!
A teenage boy walks up to them
Teenager: Wow, are you guys the Lob-Stars?
Cyrus: Yeah, you want to live with 2 of them and buy their weed and see us on Friday?play laugh track
Teenager: Sure, give me a flyer. he leaves
Lucas: Let's go home, I'm fucking starving
Cyrus: I just bought you two some pizza, how the fuck are you still hungry?
Lucas: I got da munchies bro. play laugh track
John: yeah, let's go home, I need to talk to Breanna about the porno.
Scene 5: John is in his room on the phone with Breanna
John: Hey so I have a problem…
Breanna: Well what is it?
John: We need to make up $500,000 in 2 months or the bank will take the mansion away
Breanna: Maybe you should sell more-
John: We already thought of that, it won't be enough. But we did have an idea that might make us a lot of money.
Breanna: Well what is it?
John: We film a porno.
Breanna: Cool, who's starring in it?
John: Me and You
Breanna: WHAT?!? play laugh track
Scene 6:The door bell rings and a man wearing waterproof overalls is standing there. In his hand is a leash, on the end of that leash is his pet lobster
Lucas: So how may I help you.
Lobsterman: I found this flyer, so do you still have the room for rent or am I too late? And I brought my pet lobster, the flyer didn't say anything about pets, is this ok?
Lucas: Is he clean?
Lobsterman: Very.
Lucas: Is he potty trained?
Lobsterman: Yes.
Lucas: Well, the kiddie pool is in the back.play laugh track For his own safety, don't let him get into the big swimming pool, there's something living in there. It tried to eat our pool cleaner. So what's name?
Lobsterman: Patrick. Oh, and here is the first and last month's rent.
Lucas: Lucas is counting the moneyWell, make your self at home Patrick. Your room is upstairs, it's the first on the right
Patrick: Thanks. Come on Snippy, lets go.
Snippy: Ok.
Patrick and Snippy go upstairs
Lucas: I must be really fucking high if I just heard that lobster talk play laugh track
Lucas closes the door and the credits begin to roll
Crunch by Christelle Xu
The crunch of metal made my skin crawl as we veered into the wall.
Then it was silent.
No help was coming, no voices were shouting. Our twenty foot limo was nothing but a hunk of metal, trapping us inside. I pull myself forward and I see a cornfield. The moonlight casts a dark shadow as the breeze becomes wind.
I crawl back inside and hear my brother's faint voice. "Kathryn."
"Yeah Joe I'm here," I console
"I can't feel my legs,"
I feel a tear drop down my cheek.
"Mom and dad went to get help. The driver's gone. Took too much of the impact."
Joe sighed. "Happy 18th Katy"
"Love ya bro."Identity by Cristy Lee
My name is Cristy Lee. I am seventeen and four months year old and a junior at Washington High School. I was born to two South Korean immigrants in the city of Oakland, CA. This is what the general idea of what my identity is but yet I still question myself, who am I? I question myself mostly about my ethnicity. Being born in a city of the United States of America makes me an American citizen but why is it that I am viewed as an Orient instead of an American? Why is it so out of the norm to not have English as my first language? Identifying people as American and not American is not just. What is American? People who have earned their citizenship. The foundation of America was built on immigration. Every since the first pilgrims' set foot on American soil from England, those people of the white race were the first immigrants. Then during World War I more European immigrants came from Germany, Soviet Union, and various other countries in search of freedom and to pursue a dream. Those people couldn't speak a word of English when they set foot on America and yet they are considered more American than the Asians and the Hispanics who can't speak English. This is racial profiling I'm being doubted as being American in my home country but when I go to my parent's home country I'm also doubted there. When I went to South Korea, I was treated as an outsider. They treated me as if I thought of them as a snob just because I'm an American, when in reality my middle class family is the same situation as theirs. I enjoy the best of both worlds. I speak both English and Korean fluently and could read and write in both of them. Even in entertainment. Although I slightly favor Korean entertainment I enjoy American entertainment too. Even as I am typing these I am watching the popular American mockumentary The Office and I listen to various American artist such as Taylor Swift, Green Day, Panic! At the Disco, and etcetera. I love my home land. California is very diverse and has many wild life preservations. I, Cristy Lee, am just as American as any other white American. |
Worms by Cristy Lee
The white serpentine creature crawls up the body and plunge into the face. These creatures seem to have taken over the lives and the mentality of all the Earthlings. It's like it recharges the humans every morning as they plug themselves with the white worm and become trapped in a parallel universe. It makes people dance, sad, mad, glad, tearful. They come in various forms. Some their heads squirm in to the hole and others wrap around the outer shell. Then the human press at the opposite end, a mysterious quadrilateral form. That seems to make the humans mood change. Sometimes when you get close you can hear the worms giving the humans commands. Should we become the universal police and save these Homo sapiens from eternal slavery or leave them are? This reminds me of one of those commands I heard the worm give, "Let it be". |
The Motel Turnabout by Drew Jordan
The Motel Turnabout CHARACTERS: Narrator – Narrator Phoenix Wright – Defense Klavier Gavin – Prosecutor Judge – Judge Culprit – Ricky Thane 1st Witness – Kennard Bert Robert Pattelson – Victim Ema Skye – Forensics Narrator: This can be entirely solved and done in the court case. No investigation is required. Phoenix: It's been a while since I've done a case. I hope I don't screw this up. Wait, what am I saying? I wouldn't have taken this case if my client was guilty. Though the prosecutor is Klavier. He's good at twisting words around where he needs to. Maybe I should review what I know so far about the case so I'm more prepared. [Cue epic thinking music] Phoenix: The murder took place at 11:00 a.m. on February 26th at the Orange Ox motel. The crime was called in at 11:30 a.m., when the police went to the scene of the crime and determined the time of death to be, as I already said, 11:00 a.m. He was supposedly shot through the heart, but the bullet was never found, and there was no gun at the crime scene. ...You know, now that I think about it, I actually don't know that much about what happened... This might end badly after all... Ricky: What was that, Mr. Wright? Phoenix: Err... nothing. Glad you could make it, Ricky. Ricky: Mr. Wright, I'm the suspect. I'm not like I had a choice. Phoenix: Oh. Right. -Ahem- Are you ready to stand before the court? Ricky: As ready as I'll ever be, I suppose. Unless there's anything extra you want me to withhold or tell them? Phoenix: No, just telling them exactly what you told me should suffice. You're innocent, it's not like they can mysteriously pull an incriminating setup out of nowhere and pin it to you. Klavier: My, my. Extremely sure of this, aren't you, Herr Wright? Phoenix: Klavier. So you are the prosecutor for this trial? Klavier: Ja, I am. And I expect a good show from you, Herr Wright. You know how big of a perfectionist I am, so you better bring your "a" game. Later. Phoenix: I'm not sure how he does it but he always manages to send a chill down my spine without even trying. Ricky: I see what you mean. You know, I think this is the only moment where I can say that I'm glad I'm not in your position and mean it. Phoenix: Well that's reassuring. Baliff: The court session is about to start, please enter the courtroom. Phoenix: Well, that's our cue. Good luck to us, I suppose. Date: August 16, 2000 Time: 3:42 p.m. Place: Courtroom Judge: The trial of Ricky Thane is now in session. Is the prosecution ready? Klavier: The prosecution is ready, your honor. Judge: Is the defense ready? Phoenix: The defense is ready, your honor. Judge: Very well, then. Will the prosecution make its opening statement? Klavier: As you wish, your honor. The prosecution will prove without a shadow of a doubt that Ricky Thane murdered Robert Pattelson in cold blood. That's all there is to it, ja? Judge: Then do so. Call your first witness. Klavier: But of course. The prosecution calls Ema Skye to the stand. [Ema Skye takes the stand] Klavier: Name and occupation, please. Ema: Ema Skye, detective. Klavier: Lets get to the point, shall we? Tell the court what you found out from the crime scene. Ema: Sure. - WITNESS TESTIMONY - Ema: (1) The murder took place at about 11:00 a.m. at the Orange Ox motel.
- WITNESS TESTIMONY END - Phoenix: Uhm, can I finally talk? Isn't it odd to assume that he was shot when... Klavier: OBJECTION! You'll get to cross-examine soon enough, Herr Wright. Phoenix: I feel like the Judge is going to give a guilty verdict before I even get to speak. Judge: Well that was pretty straightforward. I feel like giving a guilty verdict before the defense even gets to speak. Phoenix: YOUR HONOR! Judge: Oh, right. Go ahead with the cross-examination, then. - CROSS-EXAMINATION - Ema: (1) The murder took place at about 11:00 a.m. at the Orange Ox motel. Phoenix: [PRESS] Are you sure about the time of death? Ema: Absolutely. The crime was called in at 11:30, then we came and collected the body after our search. Then the autopsy revealed the time of death to be 11:00 a.m. Phoenix: Could the autopsy have been wrong or misinterpreted? Klavier: OBJECTION! Don't ask stupid questions, Herr Wright. These people are professionals and wouldn't make such a silly mistake. Continue, Ema. Ema: (2) The victim was Robert Pattelson. Phoenix: [PRESS] How was he killed? Ema: I was just getting to that.
Phoenix: [PRESS] And you were too late? Klavier: OBJECTION! You're not a jester, Herr Wright; just continue with the cross-examination. Judge: I feel like I'm missing out on a reference or something. Ema: (4) However, no bullet was found. Phoenix: [PRESS] And you don't find this odd at all? Klavier: OBJECTION! Miss Skye's opinion on the matter is of no importance. We only need facts, Herr Wright. Phoenix: Is he going to object to EVERYTHING I say?! Fine then, allow me to reword the question. What did you find in the room? Ema: The body, obviously. Other than that, most of the stuff in the room were things the motel already had in there. We confiscated his shirt he had on, since there was blood on it; his glasses which were sitting on the nightstand next to his bed; and his suitcase. There ended up being nothing of significance in it, though. Judge: All of these items sound important, so add them to the court record. Phoenix: [End of Options] It's obvious which claim is off, but I need some sort of factual evidence to back up my claim. I think I have something... Phoenix: [Incorrect Objection] OBJECTION! Your whole testimony falls apart when you look at THIS! Judge: ...I don't get it. Phoenix: You know, now that I think about it, neither do I. Klavier: As if that's a surprise. Judge: I am not amused, Mr. Wright. Phoenix: [Correct Objection] OBJECTION! Ema, you said that you guys couldn't find a bullet, correct? Ema: Yes, that's right. Phoenix: Well that's obviously because there was no gun involved at all. Klavier: OBJECTION! Don't go spouting anything that comes to mind without giving any evidence, Herr Wright. Phoenix: OBJECTION! I was just getting to that. Did you guys even look at Robert's shirt? Klavier: Yes, it has blood on it; we already know this. Phoenix: That's not it. There's only one hole in this shirt. If you couldn't find the bullet... then where is the exit hole?! Ema: -GASP- You're right! Judge: Oh! Mr. Wright has made an excellent point! Klavier: Hah, it doesn't even matter. So what if the murder weapons wasn't a gun? Ricky Thane still murdered Robert Pattelson! Phoenix: By the end of this trial, you'll be eating those words, Klavier! Will Phoenix Wright prove Ricky's innocence? Will Klavier Gavin prove that Ricky is guilty? Will Drew EVER finish a story when it's due?! Find out the answers to all these questions (except the last one) when this story is made into a playable game on Ace Attorney Online! |
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