John Cage

mobilized imprisonment unit, a cage…

Rebel Pack." The cold hard metal cage awoken a small pup. She opened her eyes to the blinding lights of a labratory, as she squinted a-far to find a vision of where she was. She lifted her head as she stared blindly at a large figure with a white sillhouete. "M-Mom..? D-Dad?" she studdered nervously trying to figure out where she was. Above, she spotted a human opening the metal cage. She flattened her ears spitting at the hand as she was grabbed out of the cage. As soon as she could see…

“Come out, Void!” I called into the inky darkness of the cinder city rooftop. “You can’t hide tonight!” “How did you know I’d be early?” A deep, cool voice was carried over to me, as if it belonged to the night wind itself. “I knew you’d be early because you like to anticipate my every move, and evaluate my tactics in order to find a weakness you can use against me,” I answered quickly, knowing the answer. Void’s cold laughter confirmed my answer. “Always the long explanations. No wonder you…

different while eating breakfast. I went to ask my mom some questions. She vaguely answered them, and the day went on normal as any other summer day. When my dad got home, he was carrying a tiny cage. After this the family gathered around him to see what he had brought. Following this he opened the cage for a small dog to greet my family. Then my father pulled me to the side, and began to give a small speech about trust and responsibility. From there on in, I knew in the back of my mind taking…

Rigel looked down and said, "Ah yes, you'll be Felt the Thief because you stole my gaze". This began Rigel and Felt's long abusive relationship in which Felt was kept in a cage most of her life and tortured till death and resurrected again for Rigel's amusement. She would frequently say, "I love you, you're so squishy", "I love you when you scream", "I love the sounds of your bones breaking", "I love you...". Felt love her…

slowly open and we looked at each other in horror. “We have to get Quilliam back in his cage before my mom finds out!” she screeched and flailed her arms. I grabbed him up with my gloved hands and Michelle grabbed the hamster ball. We scrambled up the stairs, I opened up the cage and placed Quilliam back inside while Michelle put the hamster ball back into its packaging. As soon as I closed the hedgehog cage we heard the door open. “Girls?” her mom called. “Coming, Mom!” Michelle yelled back…

From a Humanistic approach, I would begin with Roger’s person-centered style. Holly needs to feel and know that it is ok to cry and be angry over the death of her husband. She loved him very much and misses him terribly, so she needs to understand that all of those stages of feelings/grief that she is going through are valid and necessary. Because it will be important for Holly to be able to express exactly how she feels through her emotion, the relationship I have with her would need to be…

This was horrible. A class about monster tracking...great. I pull up on my black silk gloves they were a part of my uniform, along with a black and red plaid skirt, black saddle shoes, white knee high socks, and a white sweater. I hated it, but I had no choice, nobody can know how different I am. “Right class, what do you do when you see a monster,” asked Mrs. Shard in an annoying high-pitched voice that made my ears bleed. I wanted to flinch, but I couldn't for no one heard what I did.…

Day 625 : The rats are still in the cage, until a boy walked up to the cage and transfers the rats into another , smaller cage. Probably so the boy can clean the cage. Well, the rats were smarter than the boy, and the rats escaped. "Freedom!" Yelled sycorax while they were running for the exit of the building. After they were freed they traveled far, but at some point they settled down at the house of a military veteran named Joey. He had a small family. He has a son named Shaun, a wife named…

Raiden and Kuma walked into Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, and before Raiden could speak they were greeted by a witch dressed all in purple with a bright, friendly smile. "Hogwarts, dear?" she asked before Raiden could speak. "Another young man is being fitted up just now, in fact." She commented. In the back of the shop was a boy who appeared to be Raiden's age. He had pale skin and light brown hair, and he stood with a slight slouch atop a small stool while another woman dressed in…