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May Day is Lei Day on Monday. It budded as a holiday in Hawaii back in1929, and it continues to bloom to this day. Islanders across the state commonly celebrate by giving gifts of lei to one another.
Each island has its own symbol that is a color and a flower. For example, Maui is a pink lokelani rose and Oahu is a yellow-orange ilima.
On Monday, Westin Maui Resort & Spa in Kaanapali will go the extra mile for its May Day festivities with the Longest Lei Exchange as a unique experience and potential entry for a Guinness world record, with at least 500 people expected to string along.
"We have purchased 500 orchid lei and we will give them to the first 500 people," says Director of Public Relations Sumithra Balraj. "You simply show up and register from 7:30 to 8:15 a.m. We will offer complimentary parking at Whalers Village next door."
Then you take the lei and follow the Westin associates to Kaanapali Beach in front of the hotel to form a long line past Whalers to where the last person ends up.
"The first person passes the lei back to the next person and so on until it will becomes the longest lei exchange," Balraj continues.
"The significance of presenting a lei to another speaks to the authenticity and practice of Hawaiians in celebrating an occasion. In the spirit of aloha, lei exchange by two persons symbolizes the love, respect and friendship shared between them — whether they are family members, couples or friends."
In addition to the lei exchange, Pamakane Pico of Ocean Dreamer Florals has crafted nine special lei that highlight the diversity of Maui's scenic settings and experiences featuring locations such as Haleakala, Kula, Hana, Paia, Iao Valley, Makawao, Ulupalakua, Honolua Bay and Kaanapali. You may view the images of the lei via the resort's Facebook and Instagram social media sites at @TheWestinMaui at your leisure and share at will.
Recognizing the importance of preserving culture in Hawaii, the Westin Maui Resort & Spa is also committing $2,500 to benefit Kula Kaiapuni O Maui Ma Nahi'ena'ena Hawaiian language immersion school in Lahaina. Pegged a "school within a school," Kula Kaiapuni also implements Hawaii culture and practices in its curriculum.
Monday happenings at Westin
Timeline: The public is invited to check in at 7:30 a.m. at the Aloha Pavilion; then witness a Hawaiian chant and blessing at 8:30 a.m.; line up on the beach fronting the hotel at 8:45 a.m.; participate in the lei exchange with an estimated 500 people at 9 a.m. and enjoy a craft fair and Lei Day activities at 9:30 a.m. at the resort's open-air Aloha Pavilion.
Complimentary parking: is available next door at Whalers Village Fine Shops and Restaurants. For more details, you may visit the Facebook page @TheWestinMaui.


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Louis XV Furniture & Ceramics @ Sotheby's New York
A Louis XV ormolu-mounted tulipwood, fruitwood and marquetry secrétaire de dame à abattant, attributed to RVLC, circa 1760. photo courtesy Sotheby's 114 cm; 63.5 cm; 37.5 cm. Est. 30,000—50,000 USD. Lot Sold 74,500 USD NOTE: This secrétaire de dame belongs to a small group of nearly identical pieces stamped by or attributed to Roger Vandercruse. These include one stamped RVLC and formerly in the Dutasta Collection and another attributed to the maker in the Musée du Louvre, see Clarisse Roinet, Roger Vandercruse dit La... [Lire la suite]


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Sometimes when I am standing in the kitchen, I look at the stale bread, the bread is probably looking at me as well. If the bread can speak, the bread would ask:"Woman, what do you want to do with me today, huh?! Slice me? Toast me?"
I usually will tear the bread. I make bread pudding with it. Usually when you talk about bread pudding, you will think of a sweet sticky bread pudding. But I don't fancy sweet food especially for my breakfast. So, I make savory bread pudding. This savory bread pudding is cheesy and eggy. Bread soaked in egg once baked, the texture is like the centre of thick french toast and you will not stop putting this pillowy bread pudding into your mouth.
Of course when I said savory bread pudding, you will need some savory ingredients, right? You can put some ham of your choice and any types of cheese that you like such as cheddar or mozzarella. Usually I put both because cheddar is for the taste and mozzarella is for the "pulling effect". Sometimes if I see chorizo in my fridge, that will be in my bread pudding as well. Really, anything that you like.
This bread pudding is easy to make, it's quick, it's yummy, it feeds a lot of people if you use a big baking tray. I call this the "lazy breakfast menu" simply because you just chop, tear, mix, whisk, pour and pop into the oven to bake. Dust your hand, sit back and wait for your breakfast.
When I serve this as breakfast, Mister Paya always has extra appetite and he could just sweep away 3 quarter of the bread pudding. So beware, once it's out from the oven, quickly grab a lot and guard it!
Ham & Cheese Savory Bread Pudding – Serves 2-3 person
- Stale bread tear into chunks (about 2cm cube size and about 15 pieces)
- 5 eggs
- 5 tablespoon of milk
- A handful or 1/2 cup of ham, sliced
- 1/2 cup of Cheddar cheese, grated
- 1/2 cup of Mozzarella cheese, grated
- 1/2 teaspoon of salt
- 1/2 teaspoon of coarsely ground black pepper
- *I use a 21.5cm x 17cm with depth of 6.5cm baking dish
- Preheat your oven at 180°C.
- Tear or slice the stale bread into chunks
- Put the bread, ham and coarsely ground black pepper into the baking dish.Give it a rough mix with your hand so that everything distribute evenly.
- Whisk all the eggs together with milk and salt.
- Pour the egg mixture into the baking dish.
- Sprinkle all the cheese on top and put into the oven to bake.
- Bake for about 20 minutes. Sign of bread pudding about to be ready is that when you see the bread pudding puff up and the top has turn golden brown. Do check the center of the bread pudding. If you see the center is still a bit runny, put it back to the oven to bake for another 5 minutes.


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Want to create your own language custom keyboard?
If you are interested in gettingoutput for other languages from a US English keyboard layout, here is a solution that you might try. Thanks to Sergei Alonichau on our team for pointing this out. A friend of his has used this to write in Cyrillic using a US English keyboard (e.g., so that the Cyrillic character with a /b/ sound matches to the US English "b" key):
As a side note (thanks, Thierry), Michael Kaplan's blog includes a full section on this keyboard customization tool, with highly useful tips:
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The second annual Genomic Medicine 2017 Benelux will be taking place in Brussels, November 15-16, at the Musée de la Médecine (Museum of Medicine), Campus Erasme.
This conference which will center around the latest developments in the use of genomics tools and technologies has a strong focus on NGS applied to understanding human disease. Not only will routine exome and whole genome sequencing be discussed, but also the specific evolving tools in this area. What a great opportunity for us to exhibit and present to the meeting audience how the BlueBee platform can enable a deeper disease understanding, improve NGS-based diagnostics, and ultimately contribute to the creation of more effective therapies.
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Blue Ox Heating & Air understands that keeping your family cool during the warm Minnesota summers is a top priority. Our service professionals also know that every property has unique needs and sometimes a central air conditioning system is not an option. We install ductless air conditioners systems, also referred to as mini-split systems, in homes that require directed air flow without the addition of ducts.
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If you live in a home that does not have forced air or use ducts, then a central air conditioning system would probably be expensive to install. A ductless air cooling unit offers the following great benefits:
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A ductless air conditioner system uses less power than a conventional HVAC unit, saving you money in energy costs. If you use a mini-split system, even in conjunction with a conventional ducted air conditioner, you can have better control over which rooms to cool. Energy efficiency is further increased if you find that you are constantly cooling a space that gets little to no use. It is also valuable if your ducted system inefficiently creates hot spots in one area of the house.


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Around the time that I was posting my interview with former Senate Parliamentarian Robert Dove, Greg Sargent reported that Republican senators were planning to stall any attempt at passing health reform through reconciliation with a "free for all of amendments." Citing a "senior GOP aide," Sargent writes: He said the leadership — Senators Mitch McConnell, […]
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Mary Jane Crullers
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A couple of weeks ago when September rolled into October, I was reading an article in Yankee magazine about the sights and sounds of autumn. One recipe that caught my eye was one for Apple Cider Donuts. Instantly I thought of my grandmother's kitchen when she pulled out her ingredients for her Mary Jane Crullers. When I was young, Nana taught me the wonders of baking from family recipes safeguarded inside an old and dented tin since the 1920′s. Mary Jane Crullers became a gift of love and memories. Her recipe dates back to June 18, 1936. In the autumn before I married in June 1974, my grandmother's much loved recipe card became mine for my personal collection.
With all the cooking shows, internet cookbooks and quick gathering of information, I decided to check out crullers online to find out if they were, as I knew them to be. The ingredients were simple enough: butter, flour, sugar, eggs, milk baking powder and fat for frying. Even the Food Network's Alton Brown has his influence on them- minus my grandmother's homemade instructions and her gut instinct with tried and accurate baking methods.
Mary Jane Crullers brings me back to standing on a wooden rail chair, a dented metal mixing bowl, an outdated Kitchen Aid mixer, her flour sifter with the red wooden handle and brown paper bags cut wide open spotted with dark oil puddles, and finally a treasured wooden spoon. Nana's recipe cards printed with "From the Kitchen of Cora Godbout" at the top with ingredients listed on the left side. She always used the word "Procedure" on the right side. Simple straightforward steps that got the job done; no designer this or that, no polished stainless steel must haves and no high tech getting in the way. Only a wooden spoon, a metal bowl and brown paper bags were put to use.
. From 1936-to 2010, and all the autumns in between, the smell of cinnamon and and fried twisted dough draining on brown paper is never lost, never gone. On the back of Cora's recipe card, I wrote: "Made for the first time as a newly married wife on September 28, 1974 in Augusta, Georgia."
An excerpt from my poem "Dusted by Time" joins my cooking passion with Nana's loving guidance. Food Network and Alton Brown cannot express such voices and "procedures"- those treasured for always in an old tin box of memories:
"Made of black tin now dented, battered and scarred,
A box of memories calls out to me
I have missed them,
I have missed them all."
There is a freeze warning out for tonight; the red geraniums must come inside.. They will come into a kitchen where a mother teaching her oldest son a great-grandmother's legacy. One rule will be that no computer or Food Network will be within range of a wooden spoon, a metal bowl, the flour sifter and of course, the brown paper bags for draining the fat.


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Let's face it, these will probably generate more traffic than any drawing I'll ever do. So on with the shameless exploitation of my furry feline friends!
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My first cat. She was half wild cat and was fantastic.
Cleo is my current cat, she is quite timid but very nice and friendly. In stark contrast to Selina!
Jones was Cleo's brother, he ran away after two weeks. Strangely Cleo became much happier afterwards! I'm sure she had nothing to do with it...
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Special Education
Master of Arts in Teaching | Special Education
The NC State University MAT degree program in special education prepares candidates to teach in K-12 schools in the U.S. Graduates earn both an initial NC teaching license in Special Education: General Curriculum and a Master's degree. In the MAT curriculum graduate students expand their knowledge of pedagogy and are exposed to ways in which to integrate practice with theory, as well as to experience today's culturally diverse and technology-enhanced classrooms.
Read more about Professional Licensure.
The MAT program in special education is designed for those who hold a Bachelor's degree but do not hold a valid NC teaching license. In addition, in order to be eligible for admittance, applicants must already have at least 6 college-level credit hours (with a grade of "B" or better) in each of the following content areas: English, Social Studies, Math, and Science.
Candidates lacking in these content area courses can complete them at another college or university or as a NDS (non-degree student) at NC State prior to admission.
The MAT program at NC State University follows a mixed instructional model that includes courses that are online, face-to-face on campus, a mix of online and face-to-face (i.e., hybrid), as well as Distance Education off campus (i.e., in schools not far from the NC State campus in Raleigh). A total of 33 credit hours are required to complete the MAT degree program in special education (see below). Students are allowed to enroll in either part- or full-time status and begin studies in the spring, fall, or summer academic terms.
In order to satisfactorily complete the MAT program all students must pass the edTPA assessment protocol, which "is a performance-based, subject-specific assessment and support system used by teacher preparation programs throughout the U.S. to emphasize, measure, and support the skills and knowledge that all teachers need from Day 1 in the classroom." Similarly, in order to receive initial teaching licensure in NC Exceptional Children: General Curriculum, all MAT special education graduates must pass the state of NC Foundations of Reading test, as well as the General Curriculum test administered by the NCDPI.
Applicants must have:
- Bachelor's degree from a college or university that holds regional accreditation from a recognized accrediting agency such as SACS;
- 3.0 GPA or higher in prior work, as required by the Graduate School;
- The GRE is no longer required for admission to the Elementary MAT program if you have an undergraduate GPA of 3.0 or higher. If your GPA is below 3.0, a combined Verbal and Quantitative score of 300 on GRE is required. Scores should be no older than 5 years prior to the date of admission;
- Minimum passing score of 100 on the TOEFL AND an official course-by-course evaluation from an accredited foreign credential evaluation service required for applicants with non-U.S. degrees*;
- Meet the specific requirements of content area or grade level. See specialty coursework under curriculum for content standards.
In the absence of a content degree, 24 semester hours/credits in content relevant to the area in which you wish to teach are needed. Candidates who are missing content area courses can take them at a local college or university or as a PBS (post-baccalaureate student) at NC State prior to admission.
If an applicant does not have the 24 content area credits needed to be accepted into the program, he or she can still enroll in the first graduate classes as a Non-Degree student (NDS) while completing the full 24 content-specific hours and transfer those credits into the degree program. Up to 12 credit hours with a grade of "B" or better can be transferred into a master's degree program (either completed as an NDS student or at another institution).
* Please note that the Master of Arts in Teaching is a Distance Education program, so students on university-sponsored visas are not eligible for this program. Please contact the Office of International Services with any questions.
This master's degree requires 33 graduate credits. At 2019-20 tuition rates, the cost of the required courses is $462 per credit for North Carolina residents and $1,311 per credit for non-residents. Thus, the total estimated cost for the 33-credit program is $15,246 for North Carolina residents and $43,263 for non-residents. See Online and Distance Education Tuition and Fees for cost details.
Plan of Study
MAT participants can undertake this program full-time or part-time. Depending on the content area, the program is approximately 33 credit hours, including a full-semester student teaching experience.
Core Course Requirements - 15 credit hours
ED 507 - Principles of Developing and Interpreting Assessment
Units: 2
Designed to enable students to understand and use appropriate classroom assessment practices by applying knowledge of pedagogy and development to high-quality strategies for formative and summative assessment. Students will explore best practices using developmentally-appropriate assessment strategies including authentic assessment, portfolios, and electronic portfolios, real-time feedback, open-and closed-ended formal assessments, and standardized testing. Particular attention will be paid to examining the rationale for assessment, and the implications of assessment.
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ED 508 - Exploring Diversity in Classroom and Community
Units: 3
Students will explore and apply the major philosophical and historical influences to current educational context as they relate to issues of diversity. Focus will be placed on theoretical and practical issues of diversity in classroom settings, especially related to culture, race, gender, ethnicity, language, and socio-economic levels. [Field-based experiences will be required].
Offered in Fall Spring Summer
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ED 570 - Classroom Action Research
Units: 1
Provides a brief introduction to educational research focusing specifically on classroom action research. Requires admission to MAT; completion of 6 hours in the program.
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ED 571 - Inquiry and Professional Development
Units: 1
Builds on earlier course work [ED 570] preparing students to refine an action research proposal, collect data in a school setting, write a report, and to identify resources and activities that will support their ongoing professional development; requires 9 hours of graduate credit in the MAT curriculum.
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ECI 579 - Organization and Behavioral Management of Inclusive Classrooms
Units: 3
To increase students' knowledge of persons with high incidence disabilities [i.e., learning disability, mild intellectual disability, and serious emotional disability], and how to manage the behavior of all pupils in educational environments. Characteristics of students with high incidence disabilities will be emphasized , as well as strategies to reduce the likelihood of problem behavior of all pupils in the classroom.
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ECI 572 - Resource Teaching In Special Education
Units: 3
Resource teaching in area of special education, with emphasis on resource teaching with students with special needs. Types of resource programs, establishment and maintenance of a program, selection of students, curriculum and materials.
Offered in Summer
ED 569 - Teaching Internship: MAT
Units: 4
A supervised teaching experience requiring a minimum of 10 consecutive full-time weeks in an appropriate school classroom. Designed to develop the knowledge, skills, and dispositions necessary for teaching at the elementary, middle and/or secondary level. Includes regularly scheduled clinical observations and conferences. Requires successful completion of at least 21 hrs. in the MAT program and approval by specialty area faculty. Student responsible for transportation to placement site.
Offered in Fall and Spring
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ECI 571 - Instructional Strategies for Students with Disabilities
Units: 3
Methods and materials for teaching students with disabilities in elementary and secondary school. Focus on research-supported instructional strategies for teaching academic skills, Universal Design for Learning, implementation of appropriate academic interventions, and evaluation of instructional outcomes within the context of Response to Intervention and Multi-Tier Systems of Supports.
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ECI 576 - Teaching Functional and Life Skills to Students with Disabilities
Units: 3
Methods of instruction and materials related to teaching children and persons with mild-moderate levels of disability are emphasized. Effective general pedagogical approaches are stressed, as well as the teaching of functional academic skills, curricula used in instructions, teaching social and adaptive behavior as well as daily living skills, and transition-related skills necessary for independent adult life. Multi-tiered Systems of Support as well as Positive Behavior Intervention and Support are also discussed.
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ECI 581 - Educational Diagnosis and Prescription For Children With Exceptionalities
Units: 3
Concept of educational diagnosis of students with exceptionalities, including examination of educational diagnostic procedures in current use in special education. Development of informal diagnostic techniques and procedures for adapting curriculum and instruction for learner with exceptionalities.
Offered in Fall Only
ECI 584 - Intervention for Behavior Problems of Students with Disabilities
Units: 3
Curriculum materials, instructional strategies and behavior management techniques related to teaching children and youth with behavioral disorders including individualized instruction, group process, organization and evaluation of classroom programs, parent involvement, community resources and teachers' personal and professional growth and development.
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ECI 585 - Education of Children with Exceptionalities
Units: 3
Introduction to field of special education. Focus on historical overview, definitions and terminology in basic areas of exceptionality; etiological factors in exceptionality; developmental and learning characteristics of each area of exceptionality;and educational settings and strategies employed in special education including Multi-Tiered Systems of Support and Positive Behavior Intervention and Support. Review of current educational laws and policies affecting special education.
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ECI 681 - Seminar in Special Education Literacy
Units: 3
A case study approach is used in the seminar that requires the application of assessment techniques and instructional intervention methodologies in literacy for K-12 students with disabilities. Assigned activities require access to and experience in schools and/or related settings. This seminar is designed to be completed during the last half of the graduate program. It is restricted to graduate students in SPE, SPL, SPM, SPB or consent of instructor.
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June 17, 2016
NC State Online M.Ed. Program Set Career Course for Community College President
Carteret Community College President John Hauser earned a Master of Education in Training and Development through NC State Online and Distance Education.
June 17, 2016
Alumna Says NC State Online Master of Education Program Pays for Itself
NC State alumna and current LexisNexis employee Amy Nelson says her online Master of Education in Training and Development has already helped advance her career.
June 17, 2016
Pathway to Practice NC Accepting Applications for Elementary Education, Special Education Teacher Licensure Programs
Pathway to Practice NC, an online teacher licensure joint program offered by the NC State College of Education and UNC-Chapel Hill School of Education, is now accepting applications from teachers interested in becoming fully licensed to teach in elementary education or special education.


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The GSA was proud to organise a recent workshop (hosted by University of Roehampton) entitled – Re-Living the Global City. The event explored the influence and legacy of the landmark book Living the Global City: Globalization as Local Process (1997). Participants included many of the original contributors and other highly-regarded academics.
The workshop was a great success and we will be posting a report shortly. In the meantime we have some pictures and the event flyer.
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Creating your own ritual
One of the most powerful things you can do with affirmation cards is to create your own personal ritual around them, and incorporate that in your daily life. What is a ritual? A ritual is a consistent way of taking action on a regular basis that, in time, begins to feel like a special or sacred event. There is no wrong way to create a personal ritual, or observance. By virtue that you made the choice to create one, the ritual will take on special meaning, and the more consistently you practice the ritual the more meaningful it will be to you.
For some, this means lighting a single candle before reading the cards silently, followed by 10-15 min. of meditation. For others, it may mean creating a sacred space for the cards in their home, or journaling afterward. You decide for yourself. Make it personal and special, and it will automatically be meaningful to you. Recognize, too, that what is meaningful to you today will change as you grow as a human being, so update your rituals whenever you feel the need to make a change. If it's not working for you, that means it's time to make a change!
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by Becky Spence
In silence. The moments matter. Each breath. Each tear. A tell. In silence the others listen. Waiting.
Beneath the fire soaked Moors, beneath the soil of another kind. The chosen four travelled deep into the earth. Into the caves. Layers above them the sun burned bright. The eternal flames sending butterfly kisses, yellow whispers warm on their faces.
The misfits had been selected from the Trade, a stock of petty criminals. Plucked for the job. Gear in hand they descended into the shadows, the thick moisture lapped at their skin. A cool film coated their flesh, ripples ran through their bodies. The warmth left above.
Before them stalactites hung like fangs, dripping with blood. Oozing down the uneven walls, forming pools in the darkness. Stretching out into a vast cavern. Tributaries running off at all angles.
'Right then, this is where we split up, keep your radios on. The pack is due to ascend.'
The youngest boy, white as a line of coke piped up, 'What do we do…What do we do if we see one'
'Stick them with the heavy duty prod, radio through and pray.'
They shuffled off down corridors coated with shadows. Radios ready. The boy swept his matted hair from his eyes. Hands unsteady, gleaming with sweat. His pounding heart the only sound.
A scream shattered the silence. The radio crackled, spitting out it's last static breath before a startled death.
'No…please…no…' breath sharp as a knife, chest stuck in a vice. His plea to those he couldn't see. Their sour stench filled his nostrils. Bile stuck in his gullet. His solitude echoed. Reverberating off the walls. He was a ripple in a lake, a stone breaking the surface. He was alone in the living dark. Not lost, taken.
No God Please, We're Cornish
by Kathryn Evans
You may know of Cornwall: it is the most remote county in England, situated in the far south west. This story is about a charismatic guy called Damian who lives there and is well known in the area. He used to work in sales, but made enough money so he could stick it to the man. Now he spends his time dabbling in his passions – playing guitar in a rock band, for one.
The other thing he spends his time on is turning people away from religion. To him, it is an evil influence that makes supposedly intelligent humans behave with a herd-like mentality. Brainwashing. He believes you should choose your own path in life, unhindered by fear of what a deity commands.
And so he started a regular meet up where similar anti establishment, freethinking people could join and discuss ways they could reduce the hold religion has on society.
At first, meetings were laidback affairs held in the pub. But like I said earlier, people flock to Damian, and so things took off in a big way. Even he was surprised.
As word got around and popularity grew, Damian realised he'd need to change the venue, and a disused church hall happened to be available.
Sunday mornings were the best time to get everyone together: fewer work commitments.
Although meetings were free initially, once they expanded Damian started asking for voluntary donations to be spent on administration costs.
One day, he produced a draft document containing ten guidelines for how the organisation should be run. It was posed as a collaborative exercise, with members' input welcomed. However, the final version seemed oddly familiar.
Damian's next goal is to spread the word way beyond Cornwall. He is committed to his life mission of banishing the malign force that is religion.
Through the wardrobe
by Myrto Zafeiridi
Sometimes, Sue could hear crunching sounds coming from her wardrobe at night. Her parents thought she was acting out after their divorce. Her best friend thought she had a wild imagination. Jack, her brother, thought she just wanted to scare him. She had often tried to frighten him with tales which made his hair stand up at the base of his neck, yet also gave him a thrilling sensation, just like countless children which are enthralled by horror stories.
One night, she gathered up her courage and opened the door. There was a green disk made of light floating in mid-air. A portal! Perhaps it will take me to a magical place, she thought, and she plunged in.
Her parents were devastated. They did everything possible to find her, but to no avail. After years of heartache, her mum finally decided to remarry. She had a baby too, and Jack had to give up his room and move into Sue's old bedroom.
Not long after, he started hearing the crunching sound too. He remembered his sister's stories and realized she had been telling the truth. He was sure this had something to do with her disappearance. He tried to tell his mother, but she thought he was acting out because of the new baby.
One night he decided to open the door and face whatever was hidden behind it. He saw the greenish light and went through the portal.
Hardly a moment later, a gigantic arm grabbed him. A hideous being, covered in white pus, brought him close to its yellow eyes, to examine him. Petrified, Jack noticed the countless bones scattered everywhere around them.
"Supper," the creature uttered, and the last thing Jack saw was a slimy mouth and three rows of pointy teeth.
That Thing–by Basel St. Gael
by Patton Hunnicutt
That thing crept upon them when the final bricks laid; They did not notice until it was too late. Jumping over that wall and kicking out a few was not a tiger, lion, or puma. This island of Bali offers so much colorful life under afternoon sun, but somewhere along the way, nuclear war made this horrific cataclysm.
Imagine something beyond your wildest dreams growling at two girls shivering, and imagine them running away from the chomp of its four-rowed teeth. Imagine those three tails flitting whilst cracking bricks behind, and think for a second of the stench that radioactive beasts cannot hide.
Saliva drips to the ground from a frothing mouth, and that grass underneath turns the most horrid brown. From the garden run two of fight, and they leap down with pistols and swords they shall prescribe.
A shot between the eyes does not a thing, and a swipe of the body reveals blood so green. A jab through the ribs by a Jester goddess is distracted by a shot through the neck from her bride the redhaired Flower.
That beast cannot bite fast enough to catch as one of its tails is detached.
Facing this thing they take two more shots, and in its mouth those bullets seem to dissolve.
Over the wall it jumps back to an island abandoned by the most terrible holocaust, and these women shiver in fear whilst the doctor comes forward to check. Not a wound is on them, but they have lost a bit of that safety in this palace.
"Whatever it is," that Flower of porcelain skin catches her breath, "it must be dead."
"Gather with me the armor," her Jester queen of island skin and longest hair of black takes her hand. "We shall hunt for the fantastic."
by Kris McGinnis
Every culture has fables; Taniwhas in Maori legend, Skinwalkers of Navajo myth. The fallacy of folklore is that the essence of truth is tainted by the illusion of fiction.
Each story investigated took me closer to the origin. Discovering my culmination of research was an uninhabited island in the Outer Hebrides, was depressingly bland.
A cameraman and priest joined me. I'm not religious, but it felt right having a man of faith counter my need for fact.
"Dark paths await," I told him.
"The Lord's by my side. What guides you?"
"A spider's web."
He smiled, bemused.
"An unbroken spider's web reveals that nothing has crossed its path, laying in wait."
His faith. My Fact.
We found the neolithic cave, submerged where foaming Atlantic waves met crumbling granite cliffs. I'd seen it before; painted on walls at Lake Wakatipu, foretold in the spiky heat of the Great Basin Desert.
The cameraman dove first. He never resurfaced. Natures elements, I unconvincingly told myself.
The sodden priest and I ventured on, blindly down the caves silent, nocturnal path.
"I feel no spider web," he said.
"I see no God," I replied.
For an eternity, we felt our way through the oily tunnel, until a blue hue began to radiate. We entered a large cavern, pools of blue sulfur surrounded a dark gorge. Crouching in shadow, we watched as morbid, grey sludge crawled out of the hole and, upon contact with the blue light, took shape. What appeared to be a Manta ray slithered down the tunnel.
Sporadically, creatures would crawl out and form; some familiar, others not. What came next shook my beliefs.
The infant lay fragile; cries echoing out.
I stumbled back; the world I knew collapsing.
"Fear not," the priest comforted.
"What God is this?" I gasped.
by Luke Sheehan
On the southern border, armored vehicles arrived at the military base. For ten years, a civil war had been at work in the neighboring country, clearing out the populace and allowing the jungle to loom around the fence, especially in the kilometer-wide strip that had been left in limbo by both nations even before the conflict. Sergeant Wu conferred with the base commander through the night. An incursion by persons unknown had seized one of the guards from his position a week prior, the only part of him since retrieved a boot that had been cut from his leg from the side, then thrown away. The commander listened as Sergeant Wu discussed the known militant groups. 'Frankly sir," said the commander, and related how a hill tribe, supposedly extinct from the mountains, may have kept a foothold within the no-man's land. "They are primitive. But known for a smelting process they employ for various rituals and to make weapons. We know soldiers from both sides of the conflict have also gone missing. This past year we have found their camps, measuring high in traces of iron, mercury and gold. We have seen the fumes in the north sector. Inhaling those fumes has caused them to become deformed and insane." The Sergeant interrupted. "Ridiculous! How many people agree with this theory?" There was a cry from an infantryman outside. They emerged onto the steps of the base where it straddled the fence, seeing the morning search team running through the shadows with a stretcher. On the canvas was a man, twisted and black like someone killed in a lava flow. The hands and feet were tied, and a tube of bamboo was stuck in his mouth. A shiny surface sparkled through the coating of black – the soldier was covered in gold.
by Mark Warren
I knelt on the scorched red ground at the base of Olympus Mons. Humans had been looking up at Mars for millennia, monitoring it with probes and poring over photographic evidence for water, life or anything. Nothing had been identified. But this – before my eyes – changed everything.
It was smooth, ever so smooth, the sand didn't leave a mark. Apart from at the centre, where a rough embossed symbol glittered in the little sunlight that reached here. As I rubbed my finger over the symbol it depressed, the ground beneath me fell away and I dropped maybe seven feet. After the initial shock abated I frantically checked my body and spacesuit for damage. All seemed intact.
I turned my attention to my surroundings – to what appeared to be a tunnel. Above had apparently been some sort of trapdoor which hung in two pieces either side of the hole. The walls were covered with markings akin to primitive artwork found in caves on Earth. As I walked along the pictures seemed to tell a story about battles between people and strange creatures, worshippers fleeing a volcano, a mass of tentacles erupting and death.
The story ended but the tunnel didn't, so I continued deeper into the mountain. It opened out into a cavern lit by fiery magma. Steps hewn into the rock face led down to a raised alter. And then I saw it, writhing in the centre accompanied by a chilling high pitched scream.
I dropped to my knees. The grotesque face with bulbous yellow eyes. A mouth with a million inward pointing teeth. Too many tentacles each with a single golden claw. I couldn't breathe – the high pitched screaming was coming from me. A flash of gold. My helmet gone. No. More. Air. Only. Gold.
The Angler
by Matthew Bazinet
I had been in the deep ocean. A treasure hunter by trade, I was following a hint. There was a record of a sunken ship around this area. My companion was in the boat at the surface. The scuba gear seemed heavy before I leapt in. In the water, I felt at home.
"I'll be back up when my tank runs out."
"Just keep the tape recorder running."
I dove down, plunging into darkness. Then it began getting lighter. I looked above, still black as the night sky. I dove further. There was no ship. No, what was there was more valuable.
I saw a gold and marble city. At the far edge was a spherical light. I reached the city. Oddly, there were no fish around. Nevertheless, I swam through wondrous strange halls, occasionally gazing up at the black above. I saw none of the normal trinkets. The walls had golden prongs. I didn't wish to think of their use. Especially when I turned a corner and nicked myself on one.
Blood trickled out of my wound. I was shaken by a thundering noise. And then the walls and floor started to crumble. I gazed at the light. Everything else left my mind. I swam towards it with vigour as pillars fell around me. I reached the light. The grand light was swaying.
My marvelling was broken by the sudden rise of the light. The light disappeared and my vision was engulfed by an indescribable maw. The maw took in what was almost a breath. I was slowly drawn into the teeth-filled maw along with the remains of the great city. I wish I had the courage to pull off my scuba mask.
I record this to tell anyone who finds this, if anyone does, don't follow the light.
by Richard Twenty Two
I plucked an aphid from Freddy's earlobe before rinsing his wilting locks with my watering can. I put a towel to him. I put a trowel to him. I squeezed a pea-sized drip of gel out of the tube and combed his hair back. His eyebrows were untoward so I pruned the uneven bristles. Snip snip. Pete was already bald. I didn't want to leave him out so I wiped him off and admired the way his liver spots shimmered in the morning air. Thomas drooped dead beside the other two. The window box boys had been a delight yet I knew they wouldn't make it to Christmas. It was going to be a lonely winter without them to talk with.
Funny how nobody else had realised planting an Adam's apple had the same effect as planting a bulb except you'd grow a fellow's head instead of some nonsensical daffodil. My granddaughter didn't consider the practise humane. But why should I follow her tips? She only ever called around when her debts had reached biting point. She didn't appreciate how isolated it can feel at my age. There's only so many times you can go to the doctor's with some trumped up twinge or visit the bank or complain about the price of stamps to the teller at the post office.
I treat my boys right. I spoon-feed them fricasseed crane flies and let them sip sips of shattered bluebottles for dessert. Come the spring, though, when the new crop comes through, I'll be up to my elbows in rusks and formula. Those saplings! Their cradle cap crumbles off like diminutive autumn leaves.
by Frank Trautman
"There is a swarm of bees amongst the whales. Or at least I thought there was at first." Dr. Pete Pistil paces, puffing his pipe, "I first noticed it recording mating beluga in Antarctica. Then off Havana, bees overtaking the satisfied grunts of the manatee. There it was again in San Francisco Bay, a soft drone underneath chirping dolphins—a single angry queen slowly joined by a whole buzzing army. Inescapable."
"They're in the ocean?"
"They're everywhere, now. Louder every day. Louder means closer."
"So?" I collapse in a leather armchair. Classical music plays on a reel-to-reel on his desk. Music and—bees? Pistil offers a snifter of something, noticing my concentration on the tape.
"Hear it behind the orchestra? The buzzing around Holst's universe?" He giggles, "First measured but insistent around Mars, next a few drones encircle Venus, now, a swarm in Uranus."
He stops the tape. "That's what my audio tech said about a waveform masking a mewing orca calf. That isn't it."
I strain my ears. The faint buzzing continues without the tape. "Tinnitus?"
"That's what my doctor said about test results shoved into a file. That isn't it either. It's in earth itself. See, mucking around the ocean with recording equipment, I was one of the first scientists to notice. But, miners have known it for years. 'El zumbido' it's called in the Atacama Desert; in the gold mines of Shandong province, it's 'Dìqiú huángfēng.' Roughly 'earth-wasp.' A little on the nose for my taste."
"Why have you brought me?" I slam the glass and head for the paneled oak doors. "You want me to help fight giant bees in the earth?"
"Fight them, Dr. Stamen?!" he buzzes, sharply grabbing me by the lapel with his sticky pollen-covered fingers, "Why would we want to that?"
Soul Supplier
by Gordon Pinckheard
"What system is this?" asked the Galaxy's Manager.
"It's identified by the central star," said the local Soul Supervisor, "Sol".
"Ah, yes. You have a problem with the third planet; Filth? Dirt?"
"Earth," corrected the Supervisor.
"Ah, yes. And the problem?" asked the Manager.
"A mis-match of supply and demand," replied the Supervisor. "There is an advanced life form on the planet with an increasing demand for souls. The supply received is inadequate."
"Inadequate, you say?"
"Leader, let me explain. This life form calls the duration of their orbit a 'year'. Until year 1800 – counted from some local Event – there were only one billion of them. Supply easily covered demand. Excess souls went into inventory. But they have a short shelf life. In the next hundred and twenty years the life form doubled in number. And now there are many billions more! You understand the problem. Supply of souls is not keeping up with the demand."
The Galaxy's Manager muttered: "Some bring me problems, some bring me solutions." After a pause: "When we encounter an obstacle we … ?"
The Supervisor thought. "Improvise, adapt, overcome?"
"Good," said the Manager. "And to address your supply problem?"
"Reduce, reuse, recycle?" the Supervisor suggested.
"Exactly!" replied the Manager. "So?"
"The life form has recently reduced their numbers with their second world wide culling. Births are lowered, lessening the requirement for fresh souls. And I do have used souls in stock that I could reuse. And I could adapt some souls supplied for other life forms and repurpose them."
"Very good," said the Manager. "We're making progress."
"But it will eventually lead to adult life forms with worn out souls, or with souls of less advanced creatures."
"We have little choice," said the Manager. "Will they ever notice?"
by Eadbhard McGowan
YUQ is unable to move. Running out of energy he recharges his body load cells which control his movements. Though most of this body parts and organs are artificial, consist of metal parts and joint replacements, he felt human. A robo-psychologist, though there is no psyche any more, told him: if you have some of the human tissue, you are human.
YUQ hears a scratching sound which intensifies, as something is crawling nearby. What is causing it? He looks around and sees a gigantic metallic spider hanging over him.
Insects became robots after drones copulated decades ago, multiplied and mutated. A damaged armoured glass bears witness after a robo-wasp crashed against it. To prevent attacks and nesting he hacks into the system of those intruders with his specially designed software.
YUQ tries to turn his head to see the display on the time indicator. His heart, made of plastic material, pumps a blood substitute into areas of his body which are remnants of his human past: brain, left arm, right hand. And genitals. Without use. Robots multiply now on assembly lines, released into an existence, without feeling, empathy and deep sensuality.
On the illuminated screen he sees with this telescopic eye that it is the 215th day-split of techmonth 3018.
The spider scans him with its greenish eyes, its legs are moving, sending sound waves to evaluate the data of its prey. The spider descends on a fine-spun wire rope. Liquid from the tip of the claw drops on YUQ's skin and he slips into a dreamlike mood. The spider looks into his eyes.
The last he senses is a sting through his skullcap, no pain, only vibrating sensation.
While his senses fade away, he sees green landscapes, humans in white garments surrounding a lamb which they call Immanuel.
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The day of reconciliation
by Jane deBond
"The orb is strange. Is the day finally come?" The Queen looked upwards.
"Yes." Her wise-woman replied. "Tis the day of reconciliation. See how the darkness cuts into the orb. Soon it will be extinguished."
"And then?"
"The cave dwellers will emerge. Their underground waters reflect the orb. They will know."
"Their men are savages like ours. What will stop them slaying us?"
"There is one, like me. We are kinswomen from many years ago
"A cavewoman? How do you meet?"
"You ask too much."
"I do not ask, I order you."
The wise woman frowned. "Come then. We must walk to the rocks."
At a shrub-covered rocky area, indistinguishable from any other, the wise-woman pulled back foliage and entered the tiny entrance to a cave where she embraced her cave dweller sister.
"My queen is here."
"I see. We must tell her all. The time for reconciliation has come but our chief is not attuned. He speaks only of war and killing."
"You must spellbind him, sister. We do not have long."
"Our women will hide their men's weapons."
"We will do likewise."
As the orb slowly disappeared under the crescent of the invading shadow, the cave dwellers emerged from the cave. Standing tall amongst them stood the Chief who strode towards the land dwellers and stood in front of the King.
"It is foretold we will reconcile. What foolishness."
"It can never happen." The King agreed. "This shall be the only moment of peace between us."
The Queen stepped forward. "Men of cave and of land. Bear witness to this miracle for the first and last time." As they looked up she shouted "Now!"
In the blackness of day, the men were slaughtered by their women. The Chieftess embraced the Queen and all women were reconciled.
Mother to the World
bu Mark Carew
She made her way to the edge of the Western Woods, a steady line of figures creeping with her up the hill to the old well.
The chanting resumed to the ululating tune she had first heard in the art gallery:
Dalala, a hoo, a hoo-la
Mother to the world
(mother to the world)
Daughter of the void
(no creation)
Sister of mine
(no relation)
Bear him again immortal
Dalala, a hoo, a hoo-la
The ground moved beneath her feet, heaving and trembling. Each footfall revealed how the thing beneath them was moving up from below.
The chanting grew to a crescendo as the crowd stood around the old stone well. They stood in between old bones of forgotten people. The gallery owner called on the thing to appear. The ground shook momentously and a spray of seawater shot up through the well like a geyser.
Her brother appeared by her side. 'You move like cattle. Have you grown larger?'
'Aren't you feeling just a little bit sleepy?' she asked.
He looked at her with new eyes and smiled. 'Not with you in the house, dear sister.'
Another great spray of brine and iodine shot up out of the well. Four figures came forward and placed a wooden box on the ground. The box was opened and a small girl, bound in a white gown so that she could not run away, was let out.
The crowd hissed in delight, and then in awe, at the sight of the thing that slowly snaked out of the well head towards the terrified child. A limb as thick as a tree trunk searched with its intelligent tip for the young sacrifice. The weight of the limb crunched bones and split skulls as it slithered across the forest floor.
The next level of human resourcing
by Jacqui Carter
By the time he arrived for his shift, the newest arrival had already begun its sequencing. He sipped stale coffee and settled down to watch as the robotic arms stitched matter back together. Slivers of bone; slices of skull; passed along and reconstituted. It really had made all the difference, he thought idly, handing human resources over to the machines. A far simpler application process, when new employees could simply be siphoned from the recently deceased.
Nobody really died anymore – you were just repurposed. The next level of environmental conservation, courtesy of artificial intelligence. He chuckled, taking another sip of his coffee. If he hadn't known it was made by the hospitality AI, he'd have sworn the creamer had expired. The doors opened to admit LORAI (Lead Officer Regarding Artificial Intelligence was a mouthful).
Her repurposed personality was gratingly cheerful. "Morning," she trilled and drifted across to the terminal. He grunted, his fingers had begun to twitch. His tongue tingled. The stitching was lacing fingers together, the skull and neck fully actualized.
"Announcements are pending for this department," LORAI offered crisply. "We're implementing cut backs."
"Yeah?" He frowned at his hand, shaking it out. His entire face felt like tiny insects were humming beneath the skin. "From where?"
"Areas with the lowest levels of human necessity."
"Wait …" He protested weakly as the cup slipped from his fingers and he stumbled out of his chair; his knees giving out. He stared as liquid splashed the floor. They'd put nanites in his coffee. "We thank you for your service," came the nonchalant reply from behind. "You have been a valuable member of our team."
He wheezed.
"Please do not resist. You will slow down the transfer process."
He opened his mouth to scream but it was too late, his jaw dissolved.
Checkpoint Inhibition Immunotherapy: Mission Failed
by Laura Danks
We walked for many days.
The dark had been oppressive, the lack of space claustrophobic, but what we struggled the most with, had been the smell. It was putrid, and rotten.
We had to inhale it to stay alive, and that alone was slowly killing us.
This rescue operation had turned into a suicide mission the minute we lost our backup team but we had a job to do, so I marched ahead of my men, making space through the jungle of wine-red roots that seemed to be growing all around us.
Their pulsing, rhythmic sound, was unsettling, disturbing, like adventuring into the guts of a beast.
The tunnel finally widened and we found ourselves facing the monster, he growled in all his brutality.
'Oh… My… God…' someone whispered as we watched its dark mass twisting.
'We aren't coming out of here alive'
The sob came a second before we were shaken off solid ground by an unexpected earthquake.
Half of my team was washed away by the tsunami that followed.
I held on to the few men I had at arm's reach. Watched as my troops succumbed to the wave.
'We are gonna die for nothing' I thought as we were washed away too.
Half choking with the dark liquid that filled my throat, I shouted orders that were not followed, I dried my eyes and saw how enormous it was.
Tentacles deeply rooted. Slimy long limbs set out to grab and take, and the once healthy tissue around it, frayed and dying. This devouring aggressive cancer had already spread on the entire surface of the lung.
'You bastard' I shouted gargling and spitting as another wave took me under.
Drowning, I thought that we were just too damn late.
by Irene Montaner
I bump my head with the wall yet another time. I look around and I see my reflection four, five, six times. One of them seems to be staring back at me from further afar than the others and I walk straight to him. To me. And I'm further into the labyrinth – hopefully closer to the exit.
I don't know how long it's been since I entered the mirror labyrinth. Perhaps an hour or two. Perhaps more. I am getting tired. And restless. I hear a distant roar. I shiver.
I look around trying to figure out which way to go when one of my reflections shows something odd, a black creature looming over me. It has the body of a wolf but is slit-eyed like a cat and two big fangs come out of its mouth, like those of a walrus. Whatever it is, I cannot tell, but it moves swiftly like a fox.
I decide to turn left. And then right. And to my amazement I'm picking the correct way, or so it seems. Still, the beast is getting closer, its howling louder. I can almost feel its breath on the nape of my neck. It's maddening. I run.
I don't look where I'm going anymore because I know I will see that beast behind me if I do. I just run. Until I hit a wall once more, harder than ever before. I fall down. I pass out.
A foul smell reaches my nostrils. I open my eyes to a close-up view of those catty eyes. They blink. I blink. Darkness engulfs me. And then I remember the sign posted at the entry of the labyrinth: "You shall not go astray for longer than a day."
by Claire Fitzpatrick
She must have forgotten to lock the gate. They searched the house first, calling out his name. Jean had gone out the front, worried she might have left the door unlocked. She had walked around the side of the house, to the backyard, and spotted him instantly, lying face down in the slightly green pool.
"Mummy, why bother bringing me back if you don't want me?"
Jean sobbed, her hand covering her face. "But I do, I do want you, my baby. I do want you. I didn't know…I didn't know…you look…"
"What didn't you know? How should I look? Like the last time you saw me?"
Jean peered through her fingers and stared at the boy, yet all she could see was her poor dead son, so pale and blue.
"Why are you doing this!?" Jean screeched. She reached out and clasped the boy's hand, shaking it wildly. "What do you want from me?"
'The question is – what do you want from me? You were the one who spent yours and his life savings to have me created. Does he even know, mummy? Does he know how you lied, you sold your body? Were you planning to dress me up for school, brush my hair in the morning? You're supposed to love me. I'm a defenceless child."
"You're not my fucking child!"
Jean stared at the boy. His face began to twitch, as though struggling with which emotion to display.
Heart thumping, she lunged at him, nails digging into his skin along his jaw. The flap of skin pulled back effortlessly, revealing autonomous machinations. He took a step towards her. She took a step back.
"We're the same, you and I, mummy. Cold and metallic on the inside."
He ripped of his synthetic skin, revealing sharpened claws.
Jean screamed.
A Weekend at the Hospital Cave
by Benjamin Niespodziany
I broke both of my arms on a boat in Vietnam. Fell through the floor boards after mixing wine with sad songs. Afraid I might sue, my trilingual tour guide directed me to a hospital cave, telling me to enter and look for a naked man in a swinging doctor's coat. "He will reset the bones," my guide promised. "He will sweep the bat shit off of your dome before sending you home in a mixture of bubble wrap and drywall casts." When I arrived, the doctor was wearing latex gloves, holding a broom made out of whale teeth, and quickly described to me how important it was to keep a hospital cave tidy for the visiting patients. Humans, monkeys, and especially birds. The cave doctor loved birds. "But please, don't invite piranhas or vipers. We don't welcome any lice. If they're sick and in need of help, just let them die."
by Chloe Gilholy
Todd and I are about to meet my sister: the person pretending to be her. I hate people touching me, but I can't help but smile when he pats my back. "This is it, isn't it Bobby?" he says to me. "We're finally going to meet her."
"If it's any consolation," I tell him. "If she was still here, she would have liked you – a lot."
"It could be her," he insists. The elevator doors swing open. "Oh god, all these empty food packets. It stinks in here."
My heart races when whips out a gun and kicks the bedroom door down. I gasp – where on earth did he get that gun from? "Todd! Wait!"
"No!" A part of Todd still hopes that Kathleen's alive. I've told him so many times she's dead – I buried her. He's ready to pull the trigger. "You can't be Kathleen! You're not the girl I fell in love with. Look at me in the eye! Do you know what you've done to me?"
He ignores the walking aids covered in dust. Her extra flesh folds over the bed, but I know that freckly nose and bushy eyebrows anywhere.
"Todd put the gun down, I know this woman."
"I don't care if you know her – I'm killing her."
"Tell me, Bobby, why should I spare this bitch?"
"She's Kathleen's friend, Helga Tears. Always together at school. When Kathleen died, she must have turned to food as comfort. Must be why social services took her kids. With the laptop as her only luxury, she pretended to be Kathleen to escape all the misery."
Helga only nods.
Todd drops his gun. "Why won't she speak?"
"C'mon mate." I throw the gun in the bin. "We'll call the ambulance then after this, let's go clubbing."
Tonight's Entertainment
Ryan Yarber
He opened his eyes to see a bulky, metal globe floating above him. The sphere turned to reveal drawn-on eyes and large, endless smile that filled the surface.
"Hello friend," the metal face said, its eyes unblinking.
"Where am I?" he groaned.
"You're at the best place this side of the universe my friend. Before it's time, what's your name?"
He sat up and ran a hand through his hair. His head felt heavy. "I…I don't know. I can't remember," he finally answered.
"That's too bad. I like to get people's names, but when you forget you forget. Oh, we're starting." The metal head disappeared.
A roaring filled his ears as he stood up and took in his surroundings. He was in the middle of an arena. Twenty-foot walls surrounded him. Above the walls were thousands of creatures cheering and jeering. Littered amongst them were his own kind. A small group of which had formed near the crest of the wall farthest from him.
"Welcome," a voice boomed over the noise, "to the one, the only, ABATTOIR!!!!" The crowd erupted. The announcer waited a moment before continuing, "Without further delay, I give you the opening round."
The noise drowned out everything. He spun in time to see the metal face charging at him with six writhing, mechanical legs. Two of which threw him across the enclosure. He hit the ground hard. Before he could react, he was lifted of the ground and slammed against the wall. He looked up and saw the small group from his world. He could hear their curses through the din.
He looked down at the metal arm holding him against the wall. The metal sphere filled his vision. The hollow eyes and endless smile mere inches from his face.
"Goodbye, friend."
by Jack Koebnig
'Is it still there?'
'What?' Jess hissed. 'You've suddenly gone deaf or something?' She hated how she sounded. It's not me, she told herself. But it was, had been for a long time now.
Angela wrapped her arms around her tiny frame then lowered her head so that Jess wouldn't see the fresh tears tumbling from her bloodshot eyes.
The ground shook beneath them. It was followed by another explosion; bricks glass and warm corpses spraying in every direction.
'Here,' Frank said, returning from a room that had once operated as a kitchen. He'd found a bag of apples. 'Just eat around the bruising.
Jess removed two apples from the bag and while offering one to Angela she asked Frank where he'd found them.
'They were in a box at the back of a cupboard. Next to this.' Frank held up a revolver, its silver barrel gleamed in the dim candlelight.
Angela scrambled into a dark corner.
'Way to go,' Jess said, picking up the apple Angela had dropped. 'How about the next time you warn us first?'
Frank studied the revolver, clueless as to what all the fuss was about.
'Eat it,' Jess said, offering Angela her apple. 'You've got to keep up your strength.'
'B-e-c-a-u-s-e … you can hear what's going on outside. We can't stay here forever. And …' Jess paused, she didn't have a choice, she had to say it, '… I'm not going to carry you if you're too weak to walk.'
Angela grabbed the apple and took a bite. The simple act of eating an apple reminded Jess of a happier time, a safer time.
The ground shook again.
'It's time,' Jess said, offering Angela her hand. 'Can you walk?'
Angela nodded.
Jess smiled. 'That's my girl.'
The Ward Round
by Susi J.Smith
The nurses fell into silent rows, backs pressed against the wall, heads bowed. The ward door slid open. Doctor Aaron Matthews strode onto the ward and snapped his fingers at the nearest nurse.
With a small curtsy Nurse Nisbet stepped forward. "Good morning sir. There are four patients requiring your attention this morning; an appendectomy in bed one, a tumour in two, a hip dislocation in three…and an exorcism in four."
Aaron frowned. "An exorcism? Since when does that warrant hospital admission? Tell the local physician to deal with it and clear the bed immediately."
Nurse Nisbet picked her nails. "Mrs Jessops didn't go to her doctor, she went to a priest."
Aaron rubbed his eyes. "Wonderful. How long has she been possessed?"
"Three months. The demon's burrowed into her top gum."
"How far has it advanced?"
"She began levitating this morning. We're expecting projectile vomit and 360 head rotation within the hour."
Aaron's face reddened. "And she's still in a bay! Get her into the isolation chamber before we have a whole ward of demons to deal with."
"Doctor Crawford's using it to stage an alien abduction."
Aaron scowled. "What about the side rooms then? Move her into one of those."
Nurse Nisbet adjusted her stance.
"Don't tell me, Doctor Carson's delivering the son of Satan in one, Doctor Philips is in another impregnating women with the help of an incubus, and Doctor Wexler is using the final one to create a centaur."
"A cyclops actually, but yes."
"Wonderful. I said this would happen if Disney was allowed to buy up the hospitals didn't I?" Aaron shook his head. "Give the whole bay antibiotics and intravenous holy water, it's going to be a long day."


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I've passed this little hole in this fence loads of times on my walks with the dog and wondered if it had an actual name, evidently it has.
Its a smoot - a gap designed, usually in drystone walls, to allow small creatures such as stoats, rabbits and hares to pass between fields.
Now that the Easter holidays are over and the family has returned to their respective homes I am back on the family history trail.
The ancestral line I am working on at the moment is the family of Tosny. Their surname has been written a number of ways including Toeni and Tony. They are Norman, however, there is evidence that suggests that they may be descended from an uncle of Rollo the Viking who conquered Normandy in the 10th century.
This family take their name from lands around the French town of Tosny along the Seine, they established themselves at Conches and were the French equivalent of the Bigod's, Earls of Norfolk - they were troublemakers to be precise.
My branch ends in the early years of the 11th century with the death of Godehold de Tosny and begins (in England at least) with Ralph de Tosny who is stated to have been a standard bearer at the Battle of Hastings.
Here he is depicted here going about his business on the Bayeux Tapestry.
The Rise of the Seaside Town.
Instead of commodities, Joseph Treffry's new railway brought the Victorian holiday maker to Newquay in Cornwall, Edith, my 2x great grandmother would find herself in a town which was about to be engulfed by the a new commodity - the tourist.
Newquay, in Cornwall soon spread eastward over the hill that divided the two parishes to encompass Trenance and it would no longer be seen as a separate parish, but as pleasure garden. At this point in time, apart from the Tolcarne Viaduct with its pillars like giants legs straddling the valley, Trenance was still a tree covered semi wilderness, it's boating lake was constructed in 1906 and the tennis courts in 1917. Including Newquay's beaches, Trenance Gardens was one of Newquay's first tourist attractions.
Into the new seaside resort of Newquay flocked hundreds of Victorian and Edwardian holidaymakers, to accommodate these 'visitors' new hotels were built along Narrowcliff, and so strong was the attraction that many of the wealthy purchased houses of their own to which they would bring their families and servants at the height of the season.
The visitors could be seen strolling along the Narrowcliffe and Towan Promenades, taking tea at the Atlantic or the Headland Hotels and emerging from the many bathing huts that were appearing on Newquay's fine golden sands.
There is more to read about Newquay in Cornwall here
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I got a lovely message from Megan ('meganruthxo') last week telling me that she had nominated for a "sunshine award," which is given out to bloggers who are "positive" and who "creatively inspire others in the blogosphere," which I thought was really cute and kind of humbling! I mean me nominated for an award?! Who'd have thought it. It might only be little but good things come in small packages and all of that...
When you are nominated for this award, you are meant to share eleven facts about yourself, answer eleven questions, nominate eleven bloggers and write eleven questions for eleven other people to answer.
That's one hell of a lot of elevens. So here we go!
What is one food you couldn't live without? That would have to be potatoes. They can be made into anything and everything. Or broccoli.
Would you rather have a good makeup day or a good hair day? Make up day because my hair couldn't look nice if it tried *sobs*
Favourite fashion trend for A/W? TARTAN! I've gone completely overboard and bought everything tartan that you possibly could, but I don't care (I love it)
Where's the best place you've ever been? Disneyland! No contest.
Worst fashion/beauty mistake you've ever made?Backcombed hair every single day. My hair still isn't the same and probably will never be, which is sad.
Favourite Nail Varnish? I have a pale pink one from MUA, the cheap Superdrug brand. Most of you would probably say the brush is waaaay too small and that the colour isn't strong enough, but I have unsteady hands as it is so the little brushes suit me. Yay.
What was your most recent purchase? A chip butty in Morrisons yesterday. Living the student life #yolo
Favourite pizza topping? Either super supreme without the olives or just plain old vegetable. Complete opposite ends of the spectrum haha.
What are you most looking forward to in winter? Drinking way too many cups of hot chocolate and having a valid excuse. It's cold alright?
Do you have any talents? Nope. *cries*
Why did you start blogging? I was always a big reader of blogs, my favourite always used to be This Must Be Pop because she used to introduce all of these new, talented artists months before anybody else. It was through her that I got to know who Parade were (of turn it up louder, louderrrrrrrr fame) and then I decided to create my own. Little did I know that 2 years down the line I would have had 3 blogs, deleted two of them and have people actually reading this blog. Aw.
I nominate milkte4, coloursandcarousels, theweekendertrender, gingerlypale, hiddenbeauty, funfairsandfairydust (oh god I can't think of anymore) and I would like you guys to answer the same questions I answered because they're very very good - thanks Megan - and I think it'd be nice to compare your answers to mine, like see who also likes Morrisons cafe food and who is also untalented like me. I'd be nice to have a talent *cries again*
Adios amigas!
Olivia x


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Salt river canyon bridge near globe, AZ. Just thought I would walk across. This was the old bridge i guess since is a wide walking bridge now. I liked the iron works and here is an impression of them. May need to straighten the line of the bridge but I think the built in level in my Sony nex6 said it was level. Getting into histogram peeping which should make my photos less likely to be too light or too dark.
Foot bridge over salt river canyon - iron works
Mike - I think you forgot the image.
Well worth waiting for. Odd that it looks like a door on the bridge railing that leads to a steep drop.
Very nice edits & image.
Very interning scene, with the bridge to a long drop. I really like the sun beams, too.


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Lucy, a marketeer from London, was the lucky winner of the V&A's competition to win a pair of bespoke women's shoes handmade by Caroline Groves.
Competition winner, Lucy, experienced the full luxury bespoke service as part of her prize – from an initial design consultation, being measured and choosing a style to receiving her final unique pair. She is now the proud owner of mid height lace-up oxfords in a grey calf with fine grosgrain edging.
"I feel so lucky to have met you and had such a perfect pair of shoes made. I am really looking forward to wearing them everywhere and telling everyone the story of how I got them!" Lucy, V&A Shoes: Pleasure and Pain, competition winner.
The competition celebrated the V&A's hugely successful exhibition, Shoes: Pleasure and Pain, that showcased 200 rare pairs of shoes from around the world spanning 2,000 years. Caroline was one of the few contemporary shoe designers, alongside Christian Louboutin, Manolo Blahnik and Jimmy Choo, to be featured.


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Ever since Heather & Keith booked me as their wedding photographer, I have been anxiously awaiting their wedding day! From the moment I met them I knew that their blush and gray intimate wedding at Dewberry Farm in Kernersville, NC was going to be such a sentimental wedding. Weddings like theirs instantly warms your heart and leaves you with such inspiration. You see their wedding was planned out at least 3 different times. And as they planned each time, they had to eventually pause the planning or stop altogether.
What I adore the most about Heather & Keith is, their willingness to not give up on their dream wedding. They knew what they wanted and even despite pushing back their wedding date multiple times they pushed even harder to make it happen. I love that they NEVER settled. They saved, adjusted the wedding date and shifted priorities all to make sure they had exactly what they had envisioned. More importantly they had such an amazing amount of love and support from their family, friends and a secret weapon. They had ONE of the MOST amazing wedding planners that stuck by them through ALL the planning and helped make sure that they had that dream wedding they had been working so hard to have!
Meeting Heather and Keith, hearing their story and then watching them together…..it's so easy to see just how much these two adore and love one another. You can see it in the way Keith looks at Heather, it's in the way that Heather lights up when she shares how Keith takes great care of her and their 3 babies and you can most certainly see it when their with their babies. They have such a great friendship, always making each other laugh but more importantly…they're always putting each other first.
Heather & Keith- thank you so much for allowing me to be apart of your wedding day! It was truly an honor to witness you guys finally having that dream wedding you most certainly deserved to have!


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Holy Cow, It's the 2015 Chevy Silverado HD Super Bowl Ad
This year's Super Bowl is missing something. Sure, it's got seahawks and broncos and pigskins (oh, my), but those animals don't truly get at the meat of things. That's where the cows and their beloved bull come in, in the all-new 2015 Chevy Silverado HD Super Bowl ad, which will premiere during—you guessed it—the Super Bowl this Sunday, February 2nd.
The ad, entitled "Romance," tells the saga of a man, a man and his truck. (Did you expect anything else out of a Silverado commercial?) But this man, this man and his truck are accompanied by a lonely stud-bull being transported in a trailer hitched to the all-new 2015 Silverado HD while Hot Chocolate's "You Sexy Things" hints at the bull's long-term "frustration." (Where are you now, American Family Association? Hmm? Hmm?) At long last, the man, the man and his truck, the man and his truck and his stud-bull arrive at a ranch teeming with cows longing to meet this bull. And they all have the Silverado HD to thank.
"We like how 'Romance' uses humor to show the power and capability of the truck and the interesting demands our customers place on their heavy-duty trucks," commented Tim Mahoney, Chevrolet's global chief marketing officer.
We do too, Tim. We do too.