the philosophy teacher kicks the cat

It was raining Mr. Peters had a cup of warm coffee in his hand and was enjoying the smell of fresh baked bread as he sat at a local cafe in paris France. This was the life he though to him self he could see him self retiring her, it wouldn't be two long from now anyway. He was a 57 year old Philosophy teacher, teaching at Cornell University. The class was currently taking a trip to France to do a brief study on the Philosophy of French life. In this moment with a handful of his students they were soaking up the Parisian lifestyle. Inside the cozy cafe he had taken shelter in, he was sitting at the window watching people rush into shops to avoid the rain and a pair of lovers walking hand in hand casting go goo eyes at each other, oblivious of the rain. As he shifted in his chair his phone went off jerking him back out of his head with a loud shrill -briiing, followed by obnoxious vibrations. In his alarm he spilled his coffee on his white button down shirt and in reaction bolted out of his seat, getting annoyed glances in his direction. He answered the phone and the first thing he hears is his wife shouting, she never understood that you didnt have to shout for people to hear you over the phone. She was shouting, JOhn!, I cant hear you!! AS he walked outside, Stained shirt and all a cab swings around the corner and splashes him soaking his shoes! With a frustrated huff he turns around and runs into a cat brushing up aginst his leg. The philosophy teacher kicks the cat. ---and marches away

Fiction machine story from 1 sentance

The traffic cop broke the door. It came down with a thunderous crack and a thud as it fell to the floor. Eddie and his team rushed in like a swarm of ants. Guns cocked and loaded, ready for anything. Through the long hallway was a single door which seemed to glow due to the small skylight above it. Eddie went ahead halfway down the narrow hallway, made the signal that the coast was clear, beaconing his team onwards. This door was unlocked and slightly ajar. It was dark inside, the men filed in gun first and spread out around the room. A light switch was found and in an instant flipped on. The room was circular and

Fiction Machine

The philosophy teacher kicked the cat
The surgeon sang the song
The con-man hit the door
The traffic cop broke the door

CHARACTERISTICS AND FEARS

Words that Describe me
independent
clumsy
scatterbrained
observant
short- tempered
Happy
Nice
understanding
impatient
respectful
adventurous.
FEARS
chid birth
being alone forever
marriage
parents death
Not being able a good job that i love
Brother's life

Craigslist

Hello my name is Kim. I've been busy stress with work. I've just been traveling alot because i've been going from high school to high school speaking about how i over came my drug addictions and so on. Anyway this week i was going through some old stuff. I was thinking about holding a garage sale or something to earn a little money to spend on my trip to speak in New Yprk next week,and i came across my old bike. From my high school and collage days my ex-boyfriend and i had bought these cool blue sporty motorcycles. We were involved in drugs and just living the life of a rebel. Too cool for school and what not, so now 30 something years later it has been re-discovered. Selling this piece really finalizes the goodbye of my former life.

Future me

The click of her heels against the street pavement, the honking taxi's, and the drills of near by construction all set they mood as Sara Nelson makes her way to work. The smell of productivity is in the air, with a brown crocodile skin birkin bag on her arm and a magazine clutched to her side she approached the glass building and entered through the swiveling doors. Today was a special day unlike other days. Today was the day that october issue would debut. Why is this so special? Well it just so happens that Sara had written a story for that issue. It was her first published piece and as she got in the elevator she stared at the numbers with jittery anticipation as it got closer and closer to the 11th floor. As the doors opened, she confidently strutted into the spacious office i walk right up to Beths office and plop the magizine on her desk. Beth is my boss basicly,thankfuly we get along very well. She swivels around in her chair with the magizine already in her hand with an apporving smirk on her face.

Say goodbye

goodbye sniffly noses.

goodbye acne.

goodbye tests.

goodbye sibling rivialry.

goodbye timed mile.

goodbye summer

goodbye frizz

goodbye bright nail polish

goodbye patent leather

goodbye long nails

goodbye squeaky chairs

goodbye pencils without erasers

goodbye depressing movies

goodbye darkness

goodbye procrastination

goodbye bitter parents

goodbye grumpy morning people

goodbye inconsiderate drivers

goodbye line cutters

goodbye negative thoughts

goodbye doubt

goodbye idleness

goodbye embarrassment

goodbye aquwardness

goodbye to silence

goodbye to boredom

goodbye to playing it safe

goodbye fear of being alone

subtotals

Number of dogs i've had: 2. Number of years i played sims: 7. Measure of height: 5'2 feet. Number of years i've been in school: 11. Times i have hated my parents: 90. Times i have loved them: 200. Number of times i've turned down fun things because of hectic schedule: 79. Number of times i've gone out of the country: 6. Number of countries i've been too: 4. Number of times i've seen snow: 11. Times iv'e tied my shoes: 500,000. Number of people i actually knew that have died: 2. Number of times i have dressed up for halloween: 15. Number of flowers i've smelled: 4,000. Number of high-fives i've received: 55,000.

Number of times been to church: 1750. Number of houses i've lived in: 11. Number of times i've painted my nails : 700. Number of times i've tied my shoes: 500,000. Number of times i've forgotten something 1792. Number of hersheys kisses eaten: 7,468. Number of times run barefoot: 309. Number of times caught my hair in my jacket. Number of times said no: 623,000. Number of times said mabye: 924,785. Number of times said yes:898,000.

Family Story

My dad, david, was a character, the cool older brother was the image he represented. He tells me what a stellar athlete he was and what a cool guy he was, making the Varsity football his freshman year of high school. The story i remember and enjoy most was not about sports but about his sisters. David has three sisters in which he is the oldest sibling. It goes David, Pam, Julie, and Becky. Being an older brother seems to come with inevitable amounts of teasing, bothering and annoying any younger siblings. He filled these shoes well. One night while the his parents went out to dinner and he was in charge. Well it just so happens that Julie had been in a fight with "mom and dad" and was crying and angry. She had wanted to go to the movies on Saturday night but was now grounded due to her disrespectful attitude. Julie, in a fit of rage told david, "i just want to run away, i'm just going to runaway". David being the conniving brother he was, though it would be funny to let her, in fact encourage her. He said ok and helped her pack a suitcase and said "well Julie, you better hurry mom and dad will be home soon". So Julie left and just started down the long narrow side walk on there street, lugging her suitcase behind her as hot tears streamed down her face.

WORD GAME- sixth sense card

Oh the experiences i have have with notes from my jealous husband every time i wear shorts in public he writes me little notes and puts them in my dresser drawer saying that I should not wear them and it is inappropriate for a married woman. To this i say i have free will and that he shouldn't be so jealous. He hates that i have guy friends or even talk to the any males in general. Iv'e tried to help him see my side of the story by introducing him to my friends and having him talk with them but he says its not the same. One time when i was talking to my old boyfriend from collage he accused my of cheating and punched my ex boyfriend in the face. My husband, Burt, is not a violent man, but he was just so angry at me. He is in counseling now. anyway my ex had to go to the emergency room and blood was everywhere i was screaming at Burt in fury, asking him how far he was really going to take this jealously thing. he was a little shocked at the damage he had done and just retreated to our room upstairs. I called hecticly the ambulance and rode to the hospital with him when we got there i turned around, heard the surgeons footsteps behind me. And he said everything would be fine and my Ex would probably just have a badly bruised nose. Seconds later Burt called me on my cell, i answered reluctantly and said " what do ou wnat now!" He said, "im really sorry... i over reacted but, Sallys missing". I gasped speechless, what i stammerd what do you mean. He explained that she was walking around the house and must have escaped out the door. Suddenly from behind me i heard the pathetic, lonesome whine of a lost dog. I spunn around to see sally sitting outside of the doors wimpering looking inside for me.

Beliefs and objects

Objects/ places

1. My Journal from middle school

2. My room- defines me

3. The west U carnival

4. Martha Stewart Magazines

5. My bike

6. My Bible

7. The kitchen

8. Peru

9. Books

10. My Ipod- the music i have describes me

Values/belifs

1. Jesus Christ

2.Your family should always be there for you

3. You really cant hate anyone

4. Laughter is the best way to start a friendship

5. Animals have feelings..

6. Divorce is not a solution

7. People don't mean half the things i say

8. Decorations make people happier

9.You have to work hard to be sucsessful

10. never give up

CLUSTERING

Martha Stewart magazines and Being Weird in a non- pretentious way is good.

Well i am weird in a non pretentious way about Martha Stewart magazines.. Ever since was in like 6th grade i have loved them. I have kept all of them too! they are all in a green cubby like drawer in the book case in my room. Its very heavy, but every now and then ill pull it out and look for ideas in it. I love to decorate for holidays especially halloween, because i love pumpkins and its so fun. I also like to make cookies and things like that to give to the neighbors for easter or halloween so i also love the last page where in each magazine it had a different type of cookie on the last page. I also love martha stewart magazines because i have always loved her lifestyle, being crafty and gardening and baking. Making beautiful things and the genius-ly beautiful way she puts some rooms together, i love the simplicity. Also the lifestyle of living in the country at an old farm house and being independent. I feel like thats the vibe i have always loved about martha stewart. Reading those magazines make you think more creatively and are just really entertaining for me. Its kind of embarrassing though because your typical teenager defiantly wouldn't think that was interesting, probably boring. Of my friends that know they make fun of me and think its hilarious, like i'm reading like the favorite magazine of all 60 year old women. But i laugh to because it is kind of funny that i like them.