The Case of the
Ruined Roses
The case of the ruined roses is simple. Two of the three have alibis, confirmable with an outside party. The one who doesn’t is Sam. First of all, no one can verify what he was doing. Secondly, Nina made a comment about the UFO cases starting in the 1800s right after the watched the special, but Sam said it started in 1947 and there is no proof that he was watching the special about UFOs, therefore he is the only one without an alibi.
The Case of the
Disappearing Signs
Mrs. Stearns, the man in the pick-up and his nephew did it. The man in the pick-up orchestrated the plan because he wanted to buy a house, but knew that they sell fast. He had his nephew and the old lady take the signs made of wood and let them keep the signs for their own personal use. The old lady used them in her fireplace to destroy the evidence. The nephew kept the signs for his tree house. The looked weathered because he sanded off the words so they could not be identifiable and they would look older than the case to through off suspicion.
The Case of the
Dead Hitman
His dead body lay in the summer rain at six o’clock. Two CSIs were inspecting the murder scene. The man was in a black jacket and had a bullet hole on the right side of his face, almost destroying his facial features completely.
The two inspectors looked with disgust and did their job. A van pulled up from the mortuary to take the body for the autopsy. The black jacket and suit were covered in blood.
During the autopsy and cut was found along his side. Inside the cut was a bloody knife. A DNA test revealed that the blood belonged to a wanted hitman. A fingerprint analysis discovered that the hitman was indeed, the deceased. Tucked in the body’s mouth was a bag full of broken glass with the blood of a mafia soldier on them. Along his right forearm was written “PAYBACK”.
On surveillance camera there were three people. One was a mafia soldier carrying a bag of glass and cutting himself. He had a knife similar to the one found in the body. The second was a man carrying a powerful gun. The third person was kidnapper who was carrying a baby, but he got into a black van and drove away.
One of the inspectors watching the video turned to the others and said “Well, obviously the third didn’t do it. He left.”
Another said “This is easy it was the first man!”
Can you solve the case?
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Friday, October 24, 2008
Blog 5 Story Starters
“That will show them,” I thought as I hammered the last nail into place. I have just committed murder. It was fun. Blood, flesh, murder. The epitome of fun. Across the wooden casket, which I just nailed shut, was a bloody crucifix. I couldn’t even look at Jesus after what I had just done. He seemed to look at me with a frown, though I knew he couldn’t. Under the casket were planks of plywood. I slammed the shovel across them and they broke. The casket tumbled into the grave sideways, but I didn’t care. They were dead. She was dead, with five bullets in her chest. He had a cut from ear to ear, and across his chest were cuts deep in his flesh. They spelled out “DIE”. Which is what he had just done. I chuckled slowly to myself. My breath was cold and made me lose faith in my own ability to hide what I had just done. What if the cops show up at my door? What will I do to hide this? My bloody sneakers stepped slowly across the ground as I walked toward the mound of dirt spattered with blood and bits of flesh. There was steak of flesh lying across a plank on the ground. It was a piece of flesh from a deer I had just killed. Its body lay just past the mound of dirt. I looked at it with disgust. I’m not sure why I was disgusted, but I was. It sickened me that I had just done that. I committed murder and killed a deer with my bare hands. I grabbed my shovel, and in the dark, cold night I filled in the grave, blood coming from my hands cut by splinters on the shovel. I was free from their incessant laughter and life. Their stare which only told me of their mischief. I laughed as I put the last shovel full of dirt on their grave. They were gone forever. Out of my life, and out of my head. The deer, with only three legs, lay on the ground with no life left. I raised my blade and cut across its side and put a bottle with a note inside it. The note read “For those who have found me, you now realize that this deer was brutally murdered. That goes double for the people living under the ground at this exact spot. I would suggest you dig.” I dragged the deer’s dead body across the ground directly over the grave. I slammed my shovel into the ground and turned and walked away. My gun was in the casket. My shovel was left behind, covered in my blood. Perhaps they will find me soon enough.
I walked, stumbled to be more precise, to my wooden cabin in he woods. Their rooms were covered in blood. I walked slowly as to attempt to make no noise. I walked into my room and looked in my closet. There sat twenty one-gallon jugs of gasoline. I took each individual jug and emptied the contents all over my house. Their room was doused even more than the others. When I was content, I poured a whole jug on their bed where they slept. On my door I nailed a note. It read:
If you found this note and can read any of it, I am obviously dead. You may be wondering what purpose it served to kill my sister and her husband. There was only the purpose of disposing of his rotten life. Without him, she could be Happy. It saddens me that I killed her and I Promise that I did not want to. I shot her only to keep my dirty secret of the murder hidden As long as I could. I apologize for their deaths, but if you knew what he did, you would be on my side in this argument. With this note,
I submit my deeds to those who read it. Please know why I did this.
Sincerely, the only righteous one who lived in this wretched house
I lit a match and lay down on my bed. I poured gasoline over my body and dropped the match on myself. I felt the flames burning and consuming me. I had fallen just like them.
I walked, stumbled to be more precise, to my wooden cabin in he woods. Their rooms were covered in blood. I walked slowly as to attempt to make no noise. I walked into my room and looked in my closet. There sat twenty one-gallon jugs of gasoline. I took each individual jug and emptied the contents all over my house. Their room was doused even more than the others. When I was content, I poured a whole jug on their bed where they slept. On my door I nailed a note. It read:
If you found this note and can read any of it, I am obviously dead. You may be wondering what purpose it served to kill my sister and her husband. There was only the purpose of disposing of his rotten life. Without him, she could be Happy. It saddens me that I killed her and I Promise that I did not want to. I shot her only to keep my dirty secret of the murder hidden As long as I could. I apologize for their deaths, but if you knew what he did, you would be on my side in this argument. With this note,
I submit my deeds to those who read it. Please know why I did this.
Sincerely, the only righteous one who lived in this wretched house
I lit a match and lay down on my bed. I poured gasoline over my body and dropped the match on myself. I felt the flames burning and consuming me. I had fallen just like them.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
If I were this, how would this look?
The chair sits unmoving in the cold breeze. No one seems to want to sit, but why? I am in a crowd of people trying to get inside the building. It is as if they don’t care. It is almost like the chair is possessed. Its cold, lonely beauty made me wonder if it was really there. I stood, it seemed as time stood still, in front of the chair slowly moving towards in through the crowd of people. Is this even real? Is the chair real? Is the crowd real? Am I real? I am overanalyzing this. It is just a chair, after all. Or is it the symbolic representation of me? A lonely, tired, old person that no one really cares for. Does this chair need companionship too? I know for a fact that I do. I need this. Why? Why does this chair affect me this much? It is just a chair! No, it isn’t, it is not just a chair. It is different. Why is it so different? Why are my feet moving; I am not doing this. The chair is not me. It is not lonely. It is hungry. Hungry for the care and use of a human. I sit in the chair, and begin rocking… back and forth, back and forth. I finally realize that this chair, this situation, this crowd, me… we’re not real. I am not simply sitting in a chair. I am resting on my life and everything in my past. I am trying to suppress my past through this situation. But then again, it is just a chair after all.
Scurrying around this house, I find nothing. No food and no water. Escaped from my colony, I try to make it on my own, but how? How ill I feed my self and my family, with nothing? Ah, finally. An old, wooden chair. Nothing is stopping me from taking this all for me. Why does the colony deserve this? It is mine, mine forever. No one will ever have this again.
That chair is just sitting there. No one is using it. What would it matter if I just took it? The old man never even uses it. Would he even notice? Half blind and deaf in one ear? He’ll never even realize I’m there. The chair is mine. What made me this evil? I don’t know, and I honestly don’t care, but I need that chair.
Rolling for miles and miles. That is my life. There is nothing to it, but why? The heat beats down on my back for hours at a time, my paint is faded, and I’m falling apart. What would anyone want with me? While this question puzzles me, people really do seem to love me. The station; at last I am home. People will flock to me and come inside my doors. Even with that much love, I find it difficult to carry on, day after day, mile after mile. Apparently, my existence matters to someone, but I see no purpose in my life. These tracks are my personal slice of death. Every single day, my wheels are forced against the tracks, sparks shoot out from under me. Every day, I fall apart. At least the station is well within my reach. At least I am where people appreciate me, once again.
The wind is in my face, and I am happy. Not too happy, but just enough. A train station under me lets a train inside. Why on Earth do people do that instead of fly? Not the flying that they do in those giant metal tubes with wings, but fly like me. It is one of the best things to do, in my opinion. The train station looks busy today. There are many cars in the parking lot. It is amazing that this many people ride trains. I suppose it could be interesting. After all, flying does get monotonous, but still, it has got to be better than riding around on the ground.
No, no, no! The train is probably gone! There goes one! I hope it wasn’t mine. The train leaves the station at 10:30 at arrives at its destination at 12. I sound like a mathematician giving one of the cliché math problems. I probably could have driven. Pittsburgh isn’t that far. At least I won’t waste gas. Good; the station is in sight! Does that train say “Pittsburgh”? No! I am late. Wait!
This road allows that guy to drive too fast. Wait, no! Not the highway. This road was bad enough, now you want to go 70 miles per hour? Do you have any idea, how bad this hurts? How about I put you on the ground and push you across the asphalt? How would you like that? I bet you wouldn’t like that at all, so why do you make me do this? This man is a terrible driver; he is going to hit some one and get me destroyed. I am so angry! This highway is horrible, why would someone create something that puts me in pain? I would like to run that guy over. That would be one person I wouldn’t mind getting blown out on.
These roads aren’t crowded enough, if I go north I might reach the highway. Then me and my friend can play chicken. First one to pull up or get hit by a car loses. It is so fun to do that. I’ve been clipped before, but I never died. I guess that was obvious. I remember one time, I caused a seven care pile-up and everyone died. I somewhat feel guilty for that. I’m a crow, true guilt is unattainable. The highway at last. These cars are in for a surprise. A gas tanker; this will be very fun!
Not today, not today! I need to meet my girlfriend for dinner tonight! And of course, I go and get myself lost. I just need to find some kind of landmark or something. Is that the highway? Finally, I know where I am. If I go south, I should be able to see the airport. Is that a crow, headed for me? Oh God, I hope I don’t hit him. If he gets caught in my engine, I might go down. And there is a gas tanker down there; that could cause problems. Oh no, my engine is on fire! Avoid the gas truck, please God! Fire has got to be the worst thing ever.
Scurrying around this house, I find nothing. No food and no water. Escaped from my colony, I try to make it on my own, but how? How ill I feed my self and my family, with nothing? Ah, finally. An old, wooden chair. Nothing is stopping me from taking this all for me. Why does the colony deserve this? It is mine, mine forever. No one will ever have this again.
That chair is just sitting there. No one is using it. What would it matter if I just took it? The old man never even uses it. Would he even notice? Half blind and deaf in one ear? He’ll never even realize I’m there. The chair is mine. What made me this evil? I don’t know, and I honestly don’t care, but I need that chair.
Rolling for miles and miles. That is my life. There is nothing to it, but why? The heat beats down on my back for hours at a time, my paint is faded, and I’m falling apart. What would anyone want with me? While this question puzzles me, people really do seem to love me. The station; at last I am home. People will flock to me and come inside my doors. Even with that much love, I find it difficult to carry on, day after day, mile after mile. Apparently, my existence matters to someone, but I see no purpose in my life. These tracks are my personal slice of death. Every single day, my wheels are forced against the tracks, sparks shoot out from under me. Every day, I fall apart. At least the station is well within my reach. At least I am where people appreciate me, once again.
The wind is in my face, and I am happy. Not too happy, but just enough. A train station under me lets a train inside. Why on Earth do people do that instead of fly? Not the flying that they do in those giant metal tubes with wings, but fly like me. It is one of the best things to do, in my opinion. The train station looks busy today. There are many cars in the parking lot. It is amazing that this many people ride trains. I suppose it could be interesting. After all, flying does get monotonous, but still, it has got to be better than riding around on the ground.
No, no, no! The train is probably gone! There goes one! I hope it wasn’t mine. The train leaves the station at 10:30 at arrives at its destination at 12. I sound like a mathematician giving one of the cliché math problems. I probably could have driven. Pittsburgh isn’t that far. At least I won’t waste gas. Good; the station is in sight! Does that train say “Pittsburgh”? No! I am late. Wait!
This road allows that guy to drive too fast. Wait, no! Not the highway. This road was bad enough, now you want to go 70 miles per hour? Do you have any idea, how bad this hurts? How about I put you on the ground and push you across the asphalt? How would you like that? I bet you wouldn’t like that at all, so why do you make me do this? This man is a terrible driver; he is going to hit some one and get me destroyed. I am so angry! This highway is horrible, why would someone create something that puts me in pain? I would like to run that guy over. That would be one person I wouldn’t mind getting blown out on.
These roads aren’t crowded enough, if I go north I might reach the highway. Then me and my friend can play chicken. First one to pull up or get hit by a car loses. It is so fun to do that. I’ve been clipped before, but I never died. I guess that was obvious. I remember one time, I caused a seven care pile-up and everyone died. I somewhat feel guilty for that. I’m a crow, true guilt is unattainable. The highway at last. These cars are in for a surprise. A gas tanker; this will be very fun!
Not today, not today! I need to meet my girlfriend for dinner tonight! And of course, I go and get myself lost. I just need to find some kind of landmark or something. Is that the highway? Finally, I know where I am. If I go south, I should be able to see the airport. Is that a crow, headed for me? Oh God, I hope I don’t hit him. If he gets caught in my engine, I might go down. And there is a gas tanker down there; that could cause problems. Oh no, my engine is on fire! Avoid the gas truck, please God! Fire has got to be the worst thing ever.
Politics
I believe that Senator Obama would be the best choice for presidency. Senator Obama has more common views among Americans. For most working class Americans, taxes are a big problem. Middle class Americans make up a larger percentage of this country and Obama believes that they should receive tax cuts, not big corporations. Regarding the war, Senator Obama believed that war would have undetermined length, cost and consequences. Obama plans to create a phased withdrawal and apply pressure to the Iraqi government to achieve the results still not found by war. Obama wants to jumpstart the economy through tax cuts and rebates for middle class Americans. Wages remain constant, while prices rise, and Obama wants to fix that. He also wants to fix NAFTA and promote fair and free trade. One point of disagreement between Obama and me is his view on Abortion. He is pro-choice, which means that he believes that it is necessary for a woman to have the choice of abortion. Abortion itself is a horrible idea, and Obama supports even partial-birth abortion. Obama’s stance on many other things, including gun rights and social security, have not been completely verified, for Obama has given many separate opinions on these subjects.
Obama has strong beliefs when it comes to the economy and taxes. He believes that middle class Americans should be receiving the tax breaks that the large corporations have been receiving under Bush. He believes that upper class should pay more taxes in order to even out the difference in the middle and upper classes. America is on its way to a system much like pre-communist Russia with a large margin between upper and middle class. He also believes that the rise in prices and inflation are in no way proportional to the unchanging wages received by Americans. While taxes and prices rise, wages remain constant, forcing Americans to cut their own budgets, while large businesses and upper class Americans retain more and more money, with lowering taxes.
The war is a very delicate subject when spoken of by any candidate. From the start, Obama disagreed with the idea of war, stating that America has not specified any length of occupancy or cost. America went to war, and in six short years, occupied many separate countries and currently spends billions in Iraq each month. Obama has a phased plan which would set withdrawal dates for America, and would put pressure on the Iraqi government to get results. War has achieved no results which Obama’s plan would achieve. War has only forced America out of money and makes us occupy a country that obviously is led by people who don’t particularly appreciate our occupancy.
One thing that may hurt Obama in his campaign is his unclear views on many subjects. Obama has been unclear on his stance towards gun rights and social security among others. He has given mixed opinions of gun rights by stating the statistics that firearms cause 30,000 deaths each year, while also being influenced by organizations like the NRA. Obama has also given mixed messages about the state of social security and the changes that must be done to it in order for the system to begin working properly. Obama’s mixed opinions on many subjects have been a weakness, commonly attacked by the government, the media, and the population at large.
Obama would make the best choice for presidency because of his stance on the war, the economy and many other subjects. While Obama does have many conflicting opinions on many subjects, the ones that he does have an opinion on are mostly excellent ideas. Obama believes that we need to withdraw from Iraq and apply pressure to the Iraqi government in search of results that war has not provided. Obama sees that reform is needed in the economy and that working class Americans deserve tax breaks and the money that has been taken from them for years. Obama also sees the need to give more taxes to upper class Americans, allowing them to pay for lower and middle Class Americans. One position of Obama that many disagree with is his position on abortion. He is not only pro-choice, but he supports partial-birth abortions. Many have attacked Obama on this view. Though he does have some disliked opinions, Obama would be an excellent choice.
Obama has strong beliefs when it comes to the economy and taxes. He believes that middle class Americans should be receiving the tax breaks that the large corporations have been receiving under Bush. He believes that upper class should pay more taxes in order to even out the difference in the middle and upper classes. America is on its way to a system much like pre-communist Russia with a large margin between upper and middle class. He also believes that the rise in prices and inflation are in no way proportional to the unchanging wages received by Americans. While taxes and prices rise, wages remain constant, forcing Americans to cut their own budgets, while large businesses and upper class Americans retain more and more money, with lowering taxes.
The war is a very delicate subject when spoken of by any candidate. From the start, Obama disagreed with the idea of war, stating that America has not specified any length of occupancy or cost. America went to war, and in six short years, occupied many separate countries and currently spends billions in Iraq each month. Obama has a phased plan which would set withdrawal dates for America, and would put pressure on the Iraqi government to get results. War has achieved no results which Obama’s plan would achieve. War has only forced America out of money and makes us occupy a country that obviously is led by people who don’t particularly appreciate our occupancy.
One thing that may hurt Obama in his campaign is his unclear views on many subjects. Obama has been unclear on his stance towards gun rights and social security among others. He has given mixed opinions of gun rights by stating the statistics that firearms cause 30,000 deaths each year, while also being influenced by organizations like the NRA. Obama has also given mixed messages about the state of social security and the changes that must be done to it in order for the system to begin working properly. Obama’s mixed opinions on many subjects have been a weakness, commonly attacked by the government, the media, and the population at large.
Obama would make the best choice for presidency because of his stance on the war, the economy and many other subjects. While Obama does have many conflicting opinions on many subjects, the ones that he does have an opinion on are mostly excellent ideas. Obama believes that we need to withdraw from Iraq and apply pressure to the Iraqi government in search of results that war has not provided. Obama sees that reform is needed in the economy and that working class Americans deserve tax breaks and the money that has been taken from them for years. Obama also sees the need to give more taxes to upper class Americans, allowing them to pay for lower and middle Class Americans. One position of Obama that many disagree with is his position on abortion. He is not only pro-choice, but he supports partial-birth abortions. Many have attacked Obama on this view. Though he does have some disliked opinions, Obama would be an excellent choice.
Brick Story
I am a brick and my story is an unbearably long one. Once, I was just clay and rocks. Now I serve a purpose in the world.
Many years ago, men came and dug out what I am made of. By combining these many spawn of the earth, I was created. Like my brothers, all like me, I was born of fire. I was abused and violently tossed around, like a ragdoll. One day, I was loaded onto a truck to my final destination. In a pile of others like me, I sat for days, maybe weeks, unable to move. Every person that walked by, I prayed would be the one to take me from this pit of despair. For far too long, that person never came.
After sitting alone for what seemed like an eternity, I was rescued by a man who took me and my brothers and stacked us, one on top of the other. I waited and waited. I watched and entire school be built. I sat in the cold darkness every night. Loneliness is never truly known to a human, until you’ve been put in a wall, which I would never wish upon anyone. I watched walls go up; carpets go down and I saw the creation which I helped build.
When the everlasting realm, which was my new home, was completed, I noticed new people come to the building seemingly to meet me. These people did not build anything though. They sat at desks and wrote in books. These people stayed for about nine months, then left; occasionally I never saw them again, but usually they came back. I heard and saw many things. I saw adults tell students about history, science, math, and the art of literature. I heard many things: bullying, kind words, educational lectures, but above all, I heard society. I saw the people meet with friends and experience relationships. I heard words of cruelty. I heard the gentle comforts which flow from a human’s mouth. I heard the hypocrisy of the adults talking so rudely of their students and yet they committed the same sins.
I learned many things from these people. I learned Russian, French, English, Spanish and I learned slang, the one uniting language among people. I learned that every triangle has a hypotenuse and two legs. I learned that you use a semicolon when combining two sentences. I learned that the Vikings landed first in North America. I saw, heard and learned many things, but the most prominent in my mind is that no creature is perfect, nor do they believe they are. However, one creature seems to see itself as all knowing, and all seeing. This species is the human. No matter what they believe they are, they are imperfect. I don’t admit to being better than them, but at least I can do no wrong. After all, I sit in a wall. I serve no purpose besides supporting the building housing these creatures. Without bricks humans couldn’t survive. They do nothing for me.
Many years ago, men came and dug out what I am made of. By combining these many spawn of the earth, I was created. Like my brothers, all like me, I was born of fire. I was abused and violently tossed around, like a ragdoll. One day, I was loaded onto a truck to my final destination. In a pile of others like me, I sat for days, maybe weeks, unable to move. Every person that walked by, I prayed would be the one to take me from this pit of despair. For far too long, that person never came.
After sitting alone for what seemed like an eternity, I was rescued by a man who took me and my brothers and stacked us, one on top of the other. I waited and waited. I watched and entire school be built. I sat in the cold darkness every night. Loneliness is never truly known to a human, until you’ve been put in a wall, which I would never wish upon anyone. I watched walls go up; carpets go down and I saw the creation which I helped build.
When the everlasting realm, which was my new home, was completed, I noticed new people come to the building seemingly to meet me. These people did not build anything though. They sat at desks and wrote in books. These people stayed for about nine months, then left; occasionally I never saw them again, but usually they came back. I heard and saw many things. I saw adults tell students about history, science, math, and the art of literature. I heard many things: bullying, kind words, educational lectures, but above all, I heard society. I saw the people meet with friends and experience relationships. I heard words of cruelty. I heard the gentle comforts which flow from a human’s mouth. I heard the hypocrisy of the adults talking so rudely of their students and yet they committed the same sins.
I learned many things from these people. I learned Russian, French, English, Spanish and I learned slang, the one uniting language among people. I learned that every triangle has a hypotenuse and two legs. I learned that you use a semicolon when combining two sentences. I learned that the Vikings landed first in North America. I saw, heard and learned many things, but the most prominent in my mind is that no creature is perfect, nor do they believe they are. However, one creature seems to see itself as all knowing, and all seeing. This species is the human. No matter what they believe they are, they are imperfect. I don’t admit to being better than them, but at least I can do no wrong. After all, I sit in a wall. I serve no purpose besides supporting the building housing these creatures. Without bricks humans couldn’t survive. They do nothing for me.
What if...?
What if blog assignment.
You job is to answer each of the what ifs below. Pay attention to multiple questions in each prompt. Each answer should be a minimum of 1 paragraph. Keep in mind that 1 paragraph is at least 4 sentences.
What if...
Life would be very different if I could fly. I could go above the clouds, flying towards the sun. Soaring into the sky, going so high, I can’t even breathe. I would go towards space, until I die. If it takes burning into the sun, I would do it, just because I could.
If TV didn’t exist, the world would be thrown into pure chaos and anarchy. Without television, news and important information couldn’t reach the public as quickly. With the transition from instantaneous education to difficult retrieving of basic knowledge, humanity would be stricken with fear. With no way to obtain vital information, people will fear for their lives that enemies may attack. With the decrease in public knowledge, people will regress to barbarianism, destroying all technology, and finally becoming ignorant beasts destroying the world with terror.
If all streets were rivers, we would need more boats. All streets would be public pools, much like the lazy river, found at water parks. Transportation would be slowed, and travel would decrease. Tourist attractions would suffer from loss of money, and eventually large corporations would collapse. We would fall into a recession and everything would be inexpensive. Everyone would buy boats, once they were cheap, and rebuild our economy.
Without co-operation, people would be ignorant of others; wars would break out, from no understanding between cultures. With weapons of mass destruction being launched, the world would become infested with radiation poisoned people trying to kill each other. By co-operating, we could avoid this problem and become tolerant accepting people. Wars would continue, but at least more people would be united.
Raining cats and dogs, is a common, yet nonsensical phrase. It never rains cats and dogs. What if it really did? I think that it would be dangerous if it actually rained cats and dogs. Pet population would skyrocket, because it would be very difficult to spay and neuter that many animals. Soon cats and dogs, would take over the world, killing all humans. They would become the most dominant and intelligent creatures on Earth. Soon a war would break out and end the world! It would be much better if it just rained water.
If animals could talk, they would become intelligent. Dolphins are already beyond the intelligence of people, but if they could talk they could persuade ignorant humans to their ideas, they would become all powerful along with squirrels. One ruling the land and the other, the sea. I would like to ask animals if they like the language barriers between them and us. If they could talk, I guess it wouldn’t matter, but I wonder if our pets enjoy not being able to understand us.
If everyone wore the same clothes, basic creative control would be dead. The government would soon control other aspects of life. With limitations on the simplest form of creativity, we would all fall into the same group, with no diversity. As described in many movies and books, we would become a society with no control over ourselves, and would be slaves to society. The government would have total power over us and we would lose all distinction.
If I threw trash on the ground, it would make little difference. I am for saving the Earth, but one piece of trash makes no change. If everyone littered, however, the pollution would have an adverse effect. Littering would become common, as it was in previous years, and the pollution would hurt the earth and cause problems.
With the ability to walk on walls and ceilings, travel would be simpler. Instead of stairs, we would just crawl onto the walls outside a building and climb into where we need. It would be dangerous, though, because dangerous people could reach others easily. If an assassin were to kill someone, it would be easier to climb wall to kill their target.
I would love to be taller than trees. I could see for many miles, with no problems. Distance would be no object, if I could go fifty feet with one step. My life would be changed for better and for worse. I would be able to go miles without breaking a sweat, and I could escape problems easily. On the other hand, I couldn't go inside buildings, or many places other people can go.
With difficult transportation methods (horse, and feet the most prominent), people would simply stop traveling. People who live miles from grocery stores, would simply stop going. Businesses (Not ones in small towns) would die off. Most people would have to travel to new towns or simply die. Most of the population would die off, leaving only a fraction of its initial amount.
Living under water would be very fun. Games like football and baseball would have to be played on a three dimensional plane, allowing people to swim into what would normally be the air. School would be little changed. You would go in some new form of car (Obviously) and swim to class instead of walk. Life in general would be better, because water has the density allowing us to go anywhere into the sky (What would be the sky, because as far as we know its water all the way up).
If I found gold in my yard, I would hide it. Most likely, museums would be interested,a nd so would collectors. The gold would probably be very old, because gold hasn't been a currency in many years. The gold would hvae to be worth a high amount of money, and I want money. Greed, would grow in me and I would probably become selfish. I would like to find gold in my yard, but it would have adverse effects.
I wouldn't care to much if someone bothered me. Intelligence levels are down in society, so likely the person used bullying as a way to seem important, which obviously wouldn't be true. Bullying is just a way to protect yourself from the true pain that you feel. By hurting others, your pain seems unimportant.
I would be very unhappy if I scored low on a test (I am disappointed when I get B's, but I also dislike A-'s). My parents likely wouldn't ground me for even a C, but I would be distraught. I rarely get below B's on assignments, but scoring badly would affect my grade, which I want to be high, my GPA is also high. I would be angry with a low grade, but with honors classes It would barely harm my GPA.
Obviously, this person would not be a very good friend, but I would be very unhappy. Every time I've given something to someone, I got it back, but I still don't trust many people with my things. I would demand my things back, and if they didn't or this habit persisted, I would simply do the same. Like a hostage situation, I would demand a ransom for their items.
If every student for got their homework, I give each one chance to make it up. I don't think that there is an excuse for every single person to forget their homework. With such a turnout, I would be very unhappy.
If I were in the middle of a lake and boat leaked, I would pray like it's Armageddon. I can swim, but not quickly, and that could bcome a problem. I like being in water, but not when its deep like a lake. I would hope that the leak would be small enough that I could get as close to the edge as possible, but even then I think I would be too paralyzed with fear.
If my friend had a broken leg, I would make funny jokes on his cast, so any time he is sad, he could read a joke and be happy. I would also make jokes about having a broken leg, to liven the situation. If my friend couldn't even walk on it, I would help him get around for two reasons. One is that I would be helping a friend and the other is that I may get rewarded for my kindness.
If I woke up in another country and no one could understand me, I would probably have a heart attack. Not only was a probably kidnapped, but they took me somewhere that I can't even talk. I could be in Germany or Asia, and I wouldn't even know. It would be difficult to idenify the kidnappers, because even if they confessed, I wouldn't know it.
If I ordered an ice cream and forgot money, I would be very upset with myself. Not only did I get as far as deciding to get ice cream, but I already ordered it and can see the melting ice cream drip from the cone. To reach inside your pocket and have no money, would disappoint me because the teat is being dabgled in front of my face, yet it would be unreachable.
I would tell them to move, and if they didn't I would make their movie experience horrible, Since they went in front of me, I would go to the same movie, because I would know where they were. I would order popcorn and consistently throw it at them. I would sit behind them and kick their chair. Just to really get under their skin, I would yell at the screen and say things like, "Oh my God! Watch this part!" and "I bet someone's going to die!"
I would allow my friend to eat the hot dog if only one were left. I personally don't like hot dogs, so it would not be a sacrifice. If my friend didn't want it, I would feed it to a bear. If the bear did not like hot dogs, there would be no choice but to eat it myself.
I would only be unhappy if my friends didn't invite me to the movies if it were a movie I didn't want to see. I am a tough critic with movies and my friends know that. If I want to see a movie, I will tell them. If I think a movie looks terrible, I'll say that too. I still wouldn't be too unhappy if my friends didn't invite me, because I rarely even go to the movies, myself.
I would keep the present for a long time, until the person forgot where it came from. I would then return it for any type of exchange. Then (Because I wouldn't invite anyone to any party or anything like that that wouldn't know what I like) I would buy that person a terrible gift, that would be so unbelivably unfit, that they would be forced to confess their hatred of the gift. Then I could reverse the situation and make them look like a bad person. Just when the guilt settles, I would confess my plan to them.
My parents would be very angry, because I would need to feed my pet. My pet may get angry and not want to play with me. I would be very disappointed in myself, for neglecting a responsibility that I have, that is of high priority, because my pets may die, if they don't have food for a long time.
I would tell them that the joke isn't funny and help them achieve a better punchline. If the joke was exceptionally dry, beyond repair, I would tell them a joke to use. Many jokes devised by people (Not the old ones that actually are funny, but the puns that people devise on the spot hoping to achieve at least a chuckle) are not funny, and sometimes it is best to let them go, and tell the joke to people with a similar, nonexistant, sense of humor.
If someone I wanted to be friends with spoke no English, I would try my best to break the language barriers. It would be very difficult, and probably would not leave me with any results, but I would try. I think that the simplest, yet most annoying answer would be an interpreter, but conversations would last twice as long and it would be a waste of the interpreter's time.
You job is to answer each of the what ifs below. Pay attention to multiple questions in each prompt. Each answer should be a minimum of 1 paragraph. Keep in mind that 1 paragraph is at least 4 sentences.
What if...
Life would be very different if I could fly. I could go above the clouds, flying towards the sun. Soaring into the sky, going so high, I can’t even breathe. I would go towards space, until I die. If it takes burning into the sun, I would do it, just because I could.
If TV didn’t exist, the world would be thrown into pure chaos and anarchy. Without television, news and important information couldn’t reach the public as quickly. With the transition from instantaneous education to difficult retrieving of basic knowledge, humanity would be stricken with fear. With no way to obtain vital information, people will fear for their lives that enemies may attack. With the decrease in public knowledge, people will regress to barbarianism, destroying all technology, and finally becoming ignorant beasts destroying the world with terror.
If all streets were rivers, we would need more boats. All streets would be public pools, much like the lazy river, found at water parks. Transportation would be slowed, and travel would decrease. Tourist attractions would suffer from loss of money, and eventually large corporations would collapse. We would fall into a recession and everything would be inexpensive. Everyone would buy boats, once they were cheap, and rebuild our economy.
Without co-operation, people would be ignorant of others; wars would break out, from no understanding between cultures. With weapons of mass destruction being launched, the world would become infested with radiation poisoned people trying to kill each other. By co-operating, we could avoid this problem and become tolerant accepting people. Wars would continue, but at least more people would be united.
Raining cats and dogs, is a common, yet nonsensical phrase. It never rains cats and dogs. What if it really did? I think that it would be dangerous if it actually rained cats and dogs. Pet population would skyrocket, because it would be very difficult to spay and neuter that many animals. Soon cats and dogs, would take over the world, killing all humans. They would become the most dominant and intelligent creatures on Earth. Soon a war would break out and end the world! It would be much better if it just rained water.
If animals could talk, they would become intelligent. Dolphins are already beyond the intelligence of people, but if they could talk they could persuade ignorant humans to their ideas, they would become all powerful along with squirrels. One ruling the land and the other, the sea. I would like to ask animals if they like the language barriers between them and us. If they could talk, I guess it wouldn’t matter, but I wonder if our pets enjoy not being able to understand us.
If everyone wore the same clothes, basic creative control would be dead. The government would soon control other aspects of life. With limitations on the simplest form of creativity, we would all fall into the same group, with no diversity. As described in many movies and books, we would become a society with no control over ourselves, and would be slaves to society. The government would have total power over us and we would lose all distinction.
If I threw trash on the ground, it would make little difference. I am for saving the Earth, but one piece of trash makes no change. If everyone littered, however, the pollution would have an adverse effect. Littering would become common, as it was in previous years, and the pollution would hurt the earth and cause problems.
With the ability to walk on walls and ceilings, travel would be simpler. Instead of stairs, we would just crawl onto the walls outside a building and climb into where we need. It would be dangerous, though, because dangerous people could reach others easily. If an assassin were to kill someone, it would be easier to climb wall to kill their target.
I would love to be taller than trees. I could see for many miles, with no problems. Distance would be no object, if I could go fifty feet with one step. My life would be changed for better and for worse. I would be able to go miles without breaking a sweat, and I could escape problems easily. On the other hand, I couldn't go inside buildings, or many places other people can go.
With difficult transportation methods (horse, and feet the most prominent), people would simply stop traveling. People who live miles from grocery stores, would simply stop going. Businesses (Not ones in small towns) would die off. Most people would have to travel to new towns or simply die. Most of the population would die off, leaving only a fraction of its initial amount.
Living under water would be very fun. Games like football and baseball would have to be played on a three dimensional plane, allowing people to swim into what would normally be the air. School would be little changed. You would go in some new form of car (Obviously) and swim to class instead of walk. Life in general would be better, because water has the density allowing us to go anywhere into the sky (What would be the sky, because as far as we know its water all the way up).
If I found gold in my yard, I would hide it. Most likely, museums would be interested,a nd so would collectors. The gold would probably be very old, because gold hasn't been a currency in many years. The gold would hvae to be worth a high amount of money, and I want money. Greed, would grow in me and I would probably become selfish. I would like to find gold in my yard, but it would have adverse effects.
I wouldn't care to much if someone bothered me. Intelligence levels are down in society, so likely the person used bullying as a way to seem important, which obviously wouldn't be true. Bullying is just a way to protect yourself from the true pain that you feel. By hurting others, your pain seems unimportant.
I would be very unhappy if I scored low on a test (I am disappointed when I get B's, but I also dislike A-'s). My parents likely wouldn't ground me for even a C, but I would be distraught. I rarely get below B's on assignments, but scoring badly would affect my grade, which I want to be high, my GPA is also high. I would be angry with a low grade, but with honors classes It would barely harm my GPA.
Obviously, this person would not be a very good friend, but I would be very unhappy. Every time I've given something to someone, I got it back, but I still don't trust many people with my things. I would demand my things back, and if they didn't or this habit persisted, I would simply do the same. Like a hostage situation, I would demand a ransom for their items.
If every student for got their homework, I give each one chance to make it up. I don't think that there is an excuse for every single person to forget their homework. With such a turnout, I would be very unhappy.
If I were in the middle of a lake and boat leaked, I would pray like it's Armageddon. I can swim, but not quickly, and that could bcome a problem. I like being in water, but not when its deep like a lake. I would hope that the leak would be small enough that I could get as close to the edge as possible, but even then I think I would be too paralyzed with fear.
If my friend had a broken leg, I would make funny jokes on his cast, so any time he is sad, he could read a joke and be happy. I would also make jokes about having a broken leg, to liven the situation. If my friend couldn't even walk on it, I would help him get around for two reasons. One is that I would be helping a friend and the other is that I may get rewarded for my kindness.
If I woke up in another country and no one could understand me, I would probably have a heart attack. Not only was a probably kidnapped, but they took me somewhere that I can't even talk. I could be in Germany or Asia, and I wouldn't even know. It would be difficult to idenify the kidnappers, because even if they confessed, I wouldn't know it.
If I ordered an ice cream and forgot money, I would be very upset with myself. Not only did I get as far as deciding to get ice cream, but I already ordered it and can see the melting ice cream drip from the cone. To reach inside your pocket and have no money, would disappoint me because the teat is being dabgled in front of my face, yet it would be unreachable.
I would tell them to move, and if they didn't I would make their movie experience horrible, Since they went in front of me, I would go to the same movie, because I would know where they were. I would order popcorn and consistently throw it at them. I would sit behind them and kick their chair. Just to really get under their skin, I would yell at the screen and say things like, "Oh my God! Watch this part!" and "I bet someone's going to die!"
I would allow my friend to eat the hot dog if only one were left. I personally don't like hot dogs, so it would not be a sacrifice. If my friend didn't want it, I would feed it to a bear. If the bear did not like hot dogs, there would be no choice but to eat it myself.
I would only be unhappy if my friends didn't invite me to the movies if it were a movie I didn't want to see. I am a tough critic with movies and my friends know that. If I want to see a movie, I will tell them. If I think a movie looks terrible, I'll say that too. I still wouldn't be too unhappy if my friends didn't invite me, because I rarely even go to the movies, myself.
I would keep the present for a long time, until the person forgot where it came from. I would then return it for any type of exchange. Then (Because I wouldn't invite anyone to any party or anything like that that wouldn't know what I like) I would buy that person a terrible gift, that would be so unbelivably unfit, that they would be forced to confess their hatred of the gift. Then I could reverse the situation and make them look like a bad person. Just when the guilt settles, I would confess my plan to them.
My parents would be very angry, because I would need to feed my pet. My pet may get angry and not want to play with me. I would be very disappointed in myself, for neglecting a responsibility that I have, that is of high priority, because my pets may die, if they don't have food for a long time.
I would tell them that the joke isn't funny and help them achieve a better punchline. If the joke was exceptionally dry, beyond repair, I would tell them a joke to use. Many jokes devised by people (Not the old ones that actually are funny, but the puns that people devise on the spot hoping to achieve at least a chuckle) are not funny, and sometimes it is best to let them go, and tell the joke to people with a similar, nonexistant, sense of humor.
If someone I wanted to be friends with spoke no English, I would try my best to break the language barriers. It would be very difficult, and probably would not leave me with any results, but I would try. I think that the simplest, yet most annoying answer would be an interpreter, but conversations would last twice as long and it would be a waste of the interpreter's time.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
