Multiplication table

Mr. Richard Jenkins attended the eight o’clock service at his local church every single Sunday. Each week without fail, he sat in the third row, looking carefully polished, just as he had the Sunday before that, and the Sunday before that, and just as he would next Sunday, too. His jacket was clean and pressed, his shoes had been polished until they were gleaming, his bowtie had been tied perfectly around his starched collar, and his hat was placed neatly upon his head. He was clean-shaved, his…

“May I?” Caides looked up from the day’s notes, reiterating several ideas in his workbooks. A Radiant – one from the meetings – beckoned towards the open seat. The sentinel nodded, returning to work. The silence was comfortable, the clergyman ordering something to eat then resuming his seat. Caides’ eyes flicked up every now and then to examine him; the Radiant sat easy in his simple clothing, the insignia of his cult on his chest. A peculiar mark sat on each shoulder of the smock, a triangle…

and like the oak furniture land advert, the knock sounded the same. On the mini coffee table that was half a meter away from the black velvet sofas, I saw a card with my name on it, then eyed everyone in the room curiously, but I don’t think that they knew who it was from. I turned the Black envelope over to find a wax seal on it, ripping apart the envelope, I see a white piece of card land on the coffee table. I picked it up and read aloud: To my dear sister in law Hazel, I know where you are,…

dress, black tights, and colorfully striped shoes. In this piece, Akunyili Crosby uses the photo transfers in a different way. The photo transfers emphasize shadows – the shadow of the chair as well as the reflection of the table off the chair, the shadow casted by the table, and by the woman. The two pieces as a whole employ similar color themes – lots of warm and light pink colors, as well as black, whites and greys, burgundy, maroon, and purple hues. Akunyili Crosby’s attention to detail is…

War has many horrible consequences that the people who are not involved do not often understand. People view war as glorious and triumphant for their country when they fail to comprehend the loneliness that it can bring. Loneliness is a prominent component in both Shenandoah and Johnny Got His Gun. In the latter, Joe is a prisoner of his own body and feels that he has nobody there to be with him. Similarly, in the former, the Anderson family incorporates their late mother and wife, Martha, into…

Mr. Campbell I wanted give you an apology because I was getting started writing my rough draft and I was reading it to myself, and I started to get thirsty, then got up to get a drink. I left the door cracked because it would only take me about 6 minutes. I grab my drink, and while I'm sipping on it, I heard my door open. Next thing you know I hear tearing and ruling; I sit my drink down and run to my room. Once I get there and look down at the floor, my paper is ripped to shreds by my dog. I…

“But we're not equipped to monitor the sun.” Arnold protested. Arnold was putting on a good show of looking like he was lost, but Michael had the distinct impression the man was not confused in the least. “We're observing sunrise and sunset, and I'm only interested in associated phenomena around the sun at those times,” he explained. “But we've got Big Bear to give us what you want!” Michael threw up his hands. “Don't you think I've already tried? They're as tight as a fish’s arse. Just the…

The smell in the kitchen, the climate change and the leaves colors changed in different types of oranges and browns. It's mid fall and Thanksgiving is tomorrow, everyone has invited someone to the annual dinner. Everyone but me, today is my opportunity to invite Basil to dinner since he happens to show up to town this time of year. Basil has inspired me in the criminal justice world, he's also very intelligent and a good storyteller. If I wanted to invite Basil to dinner I knew I had to go…

When my team and I received the clue packet for the neighborhood game, we really didn’t know what to expect or what issue we were trying to address. So, without anything to create a plan of action around, we decided to review the only thing we were given, the packet of clues. After opening the packet, we each took a small pile of the clue cards and read aloud or noted what was written on them. This was an unplanned action yet, while reading the cards aloud, one of my teammates noticed that…

All this time. You were too much of a coward to tell me who you really were. You had nothing to lose in telling me the truth after all you are the Lemurian “king”. The order worships you?” I pointed at the table. The entire table sat silently watching. Some of the watcher’s mouth were agape. Semjaza’s face twisted into a slight smile, and he stood. “She has a point. You did lie to the woman.” Semjaza said. Everyone’s eyes were fixed on the three of us. Azazel sighed…