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One day during World War II a scientist wanted help the cause. He called in a scrawny Jose Martinez. He put him in a very high-tech machine, he in was for a few minutes and when the machine turned off. The door open the fog ran down and out came a strong Jose. Now he works at a newspaper company in New York. No one knows his secret until a strong force rises and threatens the Earth. One warm spring day in New York a regular guy named Jose Martinez was walking to his normal job. At least that's…

He never stopped to wonder if anyone was behind him. My bright and completely theoretical idea was that he probably already knew I was following him, and didn’t care to question that fact. He was striking, in the sense that he stood out amongst those in a crowd of average tastes. He took on a sort of "punk-rock" look, with a badass leather jacket and half-calf lace up boots. His face had enough piercings and retro jewelry on it to smelt into a two liter can of diced pineapple, though actually,…

The English/Irish playwright, screenwriter, and film director Martin McDonagh has been described as “one of the most important living Irish playwrights,” despite the fact that he was born in London and lived there his entire life (Zinoman). His early plays present the west of Ireland to us as a horrible place, populated by savage people disguised as ordinary. His plays and films are most notable for their casual use of violence and strong dialogue; it is hard for one not to notice the striking…

After that response, my sister started to cry, kick, and scream. “Calm down!” I bellowed at her. I wanted to enjoy the ride, and I wouldn’t have been able to do that with her kicking and screaming the whole time. Finally, the rollercoaster started. “Woo! Let’s get started!” I yelled. “Let me out! Let me out!” My sister shrieked at the top of her lungs. A large smile appeared on my face as we neared the top. The whole amusement park could be seen from up here. My hands were up. I was ready. I…

the newcomer was my type. One of them, anyway. I ducked under a HAPPY PRIDE banner and wandered toward the entrance. When I got within earshot—which was pretty close, considering the crowd—the first words I heard from the Nylon Angel's mouth were, "Yeah, my girlfriend went by the motel. She'll be here any minute." Of course. I improvised by striking up a chat with a nearby acquaintance, as if that had been my intention all along. As we shouted our small talk, I scanned the room and saw plenty…

Moya was very glad for the raven, or she would be constantly lost. Not that she knew where she was going anyway. While there was a path to follow it often grew wild with underbrush and she’d lose sight of it for a few steps. And it, too, seemed to shift and change, vines and moss suddenly popping up before her where just moments ago was a well-worn trail. No longer certain if it was night or day, the two followed the raven faithfully, finding their way by the light of the staff. It seemed…

Jacob, speaks positively about how his health will improve allowing him to continue with his family as they grow older. Change Jacob speaks about his surgery as “rebirth”. The change for him is undoubtedly very significant. His chance as a way to start all over again with a fresh start. For him the surgery will change so much. Appendix 2 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DWC7H95mmtg&feature=related - My Gastric Bypass Journey vid. 1 General Notes Transcripts Themes Her intro seems…