Creola is now at war with their neighbors from the south, the Asha people. Here lives the prince, Nasaria and his wife, Sheila.
Somewhere in this world, there is a cave. When you search long enough inside this cave, you will find a mirror. When you walk up to the mirror, you will not see your reflection. Instead, you will see your dreams and fantasies. You will see who you wish you were.
Many people journey to this cave each year. The path to the cave is treacherous but once you face the mirror, the mirror will transform you to the person you want to be. This mirror is Tavlon. A few have made the safe journey to be blessed by its promises.
Monday, January 24, 2011
Colors
story: descriptive, fantasy
The comet shaped yellow light appeared from the black background. It's head twisted, almost at 180 degrees, and then it turned upward, the rest of its body following out of the darkness. The comet zipped through the air, twirling up and flying left, then right. It then disappears, but before disappearing, metamorphs into a shining star. Then pitch black.
A large giant now appears from the black background. He is walking toward us. His head is as huge as a hippopotamus, and his cheeks are just as round. He skin is leathery and beige. His eyes are emerald in color. He is the guardian of the golden horse. He is armored with a special metal that not only protects, but also deflects any object moving toward it at fast speed. His legs are as heavy as two men, and his thunderous stomps are heard miles away. He is the guard of the golden horse, and has done so for dozens of years.
Next walks the feline, smooth and glorious, queenly. Her name is Sasha, and she is 150 years young.
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The comet shaped yellow light appeared from the black background. It's head twisted, almost at 180 degrees, and then it turned upward, the rest of its body following out of the darkness. The comet zipped through the air, twirling up and flying left, then right. It then disappears, but before disappearing, metamorphs into a shining star. Then pitch black.
A large giant now appears from the black background. He is walking toward us. His head is as huge as a hippopotamus, and his cheeks are just as round. He skin is leathery and beige. His eyes are emerald in color. He is the guardian of the golden horse. He is armored with a special metal that not only protects, but also deflects any object moving toward it at fast speed. His legs are as heavy as two men, and his thunderous stomps are heard miles away. He is the guard of the golden horse, and has done so for dozens of years.
Next walks the feline, smooth and glorious, queenly. Her name is Sasha, and she is 150 years young.
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The car
Her alarm went off. 3:00AM.She hit the alarm and went back to sleep.
- A resident finds herself trapped in a possessed car
- It starts out with her leaving her house, it is a snowing outside lightly, and it is cold
- She is about to get in her car, it is dark outside about 5:00am and a man drives by, he has a clown lips and smiles at her. She stares at him, a bit perplexed at the thought of anyone driving around her roundabout that early in the morning.
- He stares at her as he drives around the round about and smiles
- When he drives straight for her and she faces him she notices that his eyes are pitch black
- He smiles and continues driving away
- She gets in her car and drives to work
- She arrives at work and parks in the parking garage, it is on the 3rd floor
- Of course noone is around in the parking garage
- As she parks her car, she sees the clown face for a second in her rear view mirror, but when she turns around, she doesn't see anyone
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- A resident finds herself trapped in a possessed car
- It starts out with her leaving her house, it is a snowing outside lightly, and it is cold
- She is about to get in her car, it is dark outside about 5:00am and a man drives by, he has a clown lips and smiles at her. She stares at him, a bit perplexed at the thought of anyone driving around her roundabout that early in the morning.
- He stares at her as he drives around the round about and smiles
- When he drives straight for her and she faces him she notices that his eyes are pitch black
- He smiles and continues driving away
- She gets in her car and drives to work
- She arrives at work and parks in the parking garage, it is on the 3rd floor
- Of course noone is around in the parking garage
- As she parks her car, she sees the clown face for a second in her rear view mirror, but when she turns around, she doesn't see anyone
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Sunday, January 23, 2011
In a blink of an eye
Nadia was 12 years old and bound to her hospital bed. Her lanky body was still, paralyzed by the medications she was given. Her chest rose every couple of seconds as the breathing machines brought fresh air into her lungs.
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Story line: A young girl with metastatic sarcoma finds solace
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Story line: A young girl with metastatic sarcoma finds solace
Saturday, January 22, 2011
What is that!?
"What is that?" questioned the medical student as he and the two surgery residents and cardiothoracic fellow looked at the image.
"Guess," said Wayne, now in his 5th month of a 2 year cardiothoracic fellowship at the University of Arizona.
"It looks like some kind of metal," replied Joe, (don't call him Joseph because he is Atheist -- that's what he'll tell you if you call him by his real name...), the medical student now in his 3rd rotation. He had initially wanted to go into surgery, as his dad was a surgeon, now retired after a 40-odd year career as an orthopedic surgeon. Joe outlined the white marker shaped object on the computer screen. It was about 4 inches if you eye balled it. One could barely make the ragged edges on one end facing down, and the smooth opposite end. It ended in sharp point.
"Think about it," said Qeesha, the black female resident (that's what people use to describe her when asked, although she hasn't realized it yet.. "Who is Dr. Jones?" "Oh, she's the black surgery resident." "Oh, I know her."). " "It's sitting across where the stomach usually sits, and it's making its way across midline, suggesting it's coursing through the pyloris." she explained.
The medical student stood there, silenced, perplexed, irritated. Were they going to give him all day to figure this out? A white object, metal colored, i.e. white on the xray, and in the stomach? Why couldn't they just tell him? Why this game of question and answer, test the medical student, see how stupid he is? Joe mumbled something under his breath.
"What did you say?" asked Wayne, who was already annoyed at the medical student and the resident.
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"Guess," said Wayne, now in his 5th month of a 2 year cardiothoracic fellowship at the University of Arizona.
"It looks like some kind of metal," replied Joe, (don't call him Joseph because he is Atheist -- that's what he'll tell you if you call him by his real name...), the medical student now in his 3rd rotation. He had initially wanted to go into surgery, as his dad was a surgeon, now retired after a 40-odd year career as an orthopedic surgeon. Joe outlined the white marker shaped object on the computer screen. It was about 4 inches if you eye balled it. One could barely make the ragged edges on one end facing down, and the smooth opposite end. It ended in sharp point.
"Think about it," said Qeesha, the black female resident (that's what people use to describe her when asked, although she hasn't realized it yet.. "Who is Dr. Jones?" "Oh, she's the black surgery resident." "Oh, I know her."). " "It's sitting across where the stomach usually sits, and it's making its way across midline, suggesting it's coursing through the pyloris." she explained.
The medical student stood there, silenced, perplexed, irritated. Were they going to give him all day to figure this out? A white object, metal colored, i.e. white on the xray, and in the stomach? Why couldn't they just tell him? Why this game of question and answer, test the medical student, see how stupid he is? Joe mumbled something under his breath.
"What did you say?" asked Wayne, who was already annoyed at the medical student and the resident.
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Sarah
Sarah had it all, it seemed. Blond hair down to her shoulders, blue eyes that she inherited from her father, who had died from a heart attack when she was 2 years old. Her mother was graceful, beautiful too, and had taught Sarah the virtues of compassion from a young age. She lived in a 6 bedroom house, thanks to her father, again, who owned a carpet business that he had sold shortly prior to his death, raking in millions of dollars just in time for his wife and only child. Sarah had always wanted another sibling, but her mother could not bear the thought of dating another man after her husbands death. Even now, at the age of 22, Sarah watched as her mother aged relentlessly, alone, without companionship, without a lover.
Medical school was a cake walk for Sarah. After the first two year, which were by far extremely boring, she enjoyed the third year, which more than made up for the mundane memorization of facts and charts and principles that every medical student complains about. Now at the end of the third year of medical school, Sarah was reluctant to go see her primary care physician too. She had noticed the tell-tale signs about a month prior, but quickly ignored it as she had done most anything that was unpleasant -- her mom had been the supreme example of denial for her, and she had learned well. Now Sarah, one year from graduating from medical school, had self diagnosed herself with Ulcerative Colitis, and she knew she had to see a doctor. But couldn't this just wait?
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Medical school was a cake walk for Sarah. After the first two year, which were by far extremely boring, she enjoyed the third year, which more than made up for the mundane memorization of facts and charts and principles that every medical student complains about. Now at the end of the third year of medical school, Sarah was reluctant to go see her primary care physician too. She had noticed the tell-tale signs about a month prior, but quickly ignored it as she had done most anything that was unpleasant -- her mom had been the supreme example of denial for her, and she had learned well. Now Sarah, one year from graduating from medical school, had self diagnosed herself with Ulcerative Colitis, and she knew she had to see a doctor. But couldn't this just wait?
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Friday, January 14, 2011
Murder on Campus
Registration for the winter semester at the University of California, San Francisco was in progress. It was a cold, misty, windy day. The air conditioning unit in the second floor registration area -- a low ceiling room made up of Travertine marble and mahoganey wood, where the registration was taking place, had just recently been turned back on.
The UCSF Alumni Association had provided the funds for complimentary breakfast. Thus far, the orange and apple juice were all out. Bottles of "Great value" water bottles were encased in an ice bucket with scattered cans of cranberry juice. Twice, the assistants had to run and refill the stash of orange juice, but now they were out. One assitant, Sherry, dredded having to go to buy more orange juice, which would be across the street on the other side of campus.
A man approached the breakfast stand and picked up an ice cold bottle of water. He turned and walked over to another stand to pick up a cream covered donut. He then walked downstairs and entered one of the vacant study rooms. There, he stopped and turned around to watch the crowd upstairs.
He wore a black torn baseball hat which covered his head and ears. He wore shades that had a shiny black frame.
The UCSF Alumni Association had provided the funds for complimentary breakfast. Thus far, the orange and apple juice were all out. Bottles of "Great value" water bottles were encased in an ice bucket with scattered cans of cranberry juice. Twice, the assistants had to run and refill the stash of orange juice, but now they were out. One assitant, Sherry, dredded having to go to buy more orange juice, which would be across the street on the other side of campus.
A man approached the breakfast stand and picked up an ice cold bottle of water. He turned and walked over to another stand to pick up a cream covered donut. He then walked downstairs and entered one of the vacant study rooms. There, he stopped and turned around to watch the crowd upstairs.
He wore a black torn baseball hat which covered his head and ears. He wore shades that had a shiny black frame.
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