Wrote this at the peak of sunrise, my favorite time of day.

Like many, I want to become successful and recognized during my lifetime. It's as simple as that, but then again that's just a want. To accomplish my every wants or even needs, I'll have to climb over buildings and walk through alleys just to get somewhere new. I'll have to spend many nights wondering and many days recovering to get to a place that few have ever visited in the past. I must accomplish the problems that appear in the present, and not worry about the problems that will occur in the future. I wasn't born with a special ability like prodigies, but I can learn to overcome the tasks any skilled master could never fulfill. Unlike many, I don't plan to shoot my arrow like an un-skilled archer straight into my target, but rather factor the challenges the arrow will face and aim above my target to hit the bull’s-eye. I don't want to fulfill my dreams of what I want to do, but rather fulfill my life and hope I get to do what I want to do. My success won't be determined by grades, but instead will be decided by how far and wide I travel. I don't want a job that is handed to me where I meet new people for what they do and where they do it. I want to create a business with new people where I meet new people for who they are and how they do what they want.

Life isn't ever a straight path of future goals and hopeful wishes. Life is not a board game you play with your friends where you hope you retire a millionaire. Life is how you choose to travel and how you choose to overcome current problems and exhibitions, not future predicaments and presentations. Life is just a river, and the stream you end up in is determined by how you got there.

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This may not appeal to younger people's sense of humor or anyone's for that matter. This skit serves the purpose of describing how the U.S. looks at people of certain ethnic groups. This is not made to offend people, but rather show others how demeaning the United States is when handling with "terrorist" in a semi-comedic fashion.

Blue: Descriptions of the setting

Orange: Pronunciation and/or definition

Red: Camera actions (you can ignore these if you want)

Purple: Verbal speech

Green: Physical actions

(Location: airport)
(Time: 6:30)

(Busy airport line, then a regular looking Islamic character walks up to)
(the clerk with his passport and his only bag. His name is Rashid [Rah-sheed])

*Camera slowly pans up from clerks computer screen to Rashid’s face*

Rashid: Hi, I'd like to buy an upfront ticket to Yemen please.
Clerk: Alright.

*Camera pans to clerk’s computer screen*

#The Clerk checks the computer for available flights to Yemen with open#
#seats. One pops-up on her screen#

*Camera pans back up to Rashid's face*

Clerk: I have one open seat left; it departs at 7:15. Would you like to
    take that flight?
Rashid: Yes, please.

#Rashid looks to the right quickly in anticipation#

*Camera pans in the direction Rashid looks and back quickly to it's*
*original stance*

Clerk: Before I proceed, may I see your passport?

*Camera pans to Rashid's bag*

#Rashid searches his bag for his passport and hands it to the clerk#

*Camera pans down to clerks computer screen*

#The Clerk scans his passport ID and a red screen appears on her computer#
#screen saying "No-fly...plane will go BOOM" while an animation of a bomb#
#goes off near the bottom of the screen#

*Camera pans up to Rashid's face*

Clerk: I'm sorry; it has come to my attention that you are on the no-fly list.
Rashid: WHAT!? You must be kidding! I don't need this right now!

*Camera pans down to computer screen*

#The clerk looks at the computer screen. The red backdrop is still there, but#
#now has an animation of a plane flying into two towers and exploding#

*Camera pans back up to Rashid's face*

Clerk: If you think this may be an error, then please contact the TSC, but
    I can't help you other than that. Sorry.
Rashid: This is an outrage! Just because I'm Islamic, I'm denoted as a
    terrorist!? YOU AMERICANS ARE THE REAL TERRORISTS!

*Camera zooms out a bit to fit a busy airport room full of people into the shot*

Bystander: He's got a bomb! Everyone get down!

#Screams of shock come from the people#

#Two security officers run into the busy line and tackle Rashid#

*Camera slowly pans down and forward to peer over the clerk’s desk at*
*the tackled character Rashid*

Officer 1: Listen pal, I don't know what your terrorist plans are, but we don't need scum like you in our airports.

#Officers pick him up and drag him away going to the right#

Rashid (in the distance): I'M NOT A TERRORIST YOU IGNORANT PEOPLE!

*Camera slowly fades to black*

(End)

TSC: Terrorist Screening Center

Tags: Semi-comedic Semi Comedic Skit Funny Jocopa3

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The soft drizzle of rain tapped on Ember's window. The stillness of her room scared her a bit. This peaceful silence would be interrupted when Matt comes home, but for now the darkness slowly engulfed her mind and the world around her. The trails of blood slowly made its way down her arms to her once white sheets. Dizziness was hovering over her, swirling and threatening to beat down on her whenever it pleased.

Ember awaited for her two friends to come home, Andrew and Matt. She sat there in the dark thinking about Andrew and how much her cutting herself is affecting him. The second the car lights hit the window she ran into her bathroom and washed off the blood from her arms, then wrapped them in bandages. When she walked out of the bathroom she walked down stairs and stood at the front of the stair case.

Matt entered the house first. Ember bowed her head in welcoming. Then she looked up again eager to see Andrew. Matt looked at her and turned away quickly. 'What does she see in him? I'm much better than my hot headed brother.' Matt looked up at Ember again. " Emb-- " she cut him off. "Andrew!" she ran over to the tall black haired man and embraced him. Andrew looked down at her and pushed her away. then picked up her bandaged arm. "Again, Ember... " this was a statement not a question.

Ember looked at her arm and pulled away looking down. Her long red hair shadowed her hazel eyes. " I-I'm sorry Andrew... " she held her arm close to her chest and dug her nails into the bandage. Matt watched Ember, angry at his brother for making "his" woman hurt herself. Andrew sighed deeply and walked over to her then embraced her. "You know I hate it when you hurt yourself like this. Do you have any idea what it does to me?" Andrew pulled away to look at her face.

Ember still looked at herself and then pulled away from Andrew's embrace. "I truly am sorry," she turned and ran upstairs and then stopped in the doorway. She slowly scanned her room watching her red drapes lightly blow in the breeze. The silk drapes looked like they where dancing. Ember walked out onto her balcony and looked out at the winding field of grass and the single cherry blossom tree the stood at the left of the balcony. The sprinkle of rain slowly turned into a drizzle then the pouring rain. Drenching her all over.

Matt looked at Andrew with absolute rage and pure hatred for his older brother. "Why do you make her do that to herself. You're so selfish, Andrew! " Andrew stood silently and motionless acting like he didn't even hear a word his younger brother said. Matt growled under his breath and clenched his fists. "Roge! look at me when I'm talking to you!" he shouted. Andrew looked at Matt out of the corner of his eye and then turned back to face him. "Listen crim. I don't need this from my LITTLE brother right now okay... this is none of your concern anyways. Ember's not a part of your life like she is mine." Andrew looked at his hands, there was fresh blood on his hands. Matt grabed Andrew's left arm and dug his fingers into his arm. "She is a big part of my life, she could kill herself and you wouldn't do anything, she is all I have left in this world and she is the world to me."

Ember ripped off the bandage and tossed on the ground. Blood ran from her like the rain from the sky. She refused to let herself heal. She wanted to bleed all her pain away. All her failure to Andrew and Matt. Everything. "I'm so sorry. I'm nothing but a failure......" she whispered to herself as darkness started to creep into her mind once again. She fell...

Matt growled and walked past his brother to Ember's room. He knocked three times and then walked in. Papers were all over the floor, blood stained sheets.. and a thin trail of blood on the floor leading to the balcony. He walked over to the half opened door. "Ember.. are y--" he stood there in shock and Ember's small, frail body lay motionless on the ground in a pool of blood. "Andrew!" Matt screamed and ran over to her. Matt picked her up and was covered in her blood in a few seconds.

Andrew heard his brother scream but didn't move. He opened his hand again and looked at the knife in his hand. "Now... I can't be blamed for her hurting herself anymore.." he dropped the knife and walked out side to the car and sped off into the rain.

Matt moved his hand to her lower back and felt an deep knife wound. Then he thought to himself. 'The trail of blood.. ' Matt heard the car take off and the rain started to pour down even harder. "It all makes sense now... he wanted to make her stop... so he did..." Matt kissed her cheek and laid her down. Blood formed into a pool again around her. Matt had lost everything... his brother and his best friend. He was alone.. Matt took out the pocket knife he had in his pocket and sliced deep into his wrists. He kneeled next to Ember and held her hand. The darkness was swirling around in his mind. and then he fell into the deep sleep of forever... the worst kind of sleep yet the most peaceful... death. Andrew sped down the road going down the road twice the speed limit. The road was wet and slick. They went to make a turn and he saw a glimpse of Ember in his front window. His eyes widened and he spun his wheel. The car went out of control and hit a tree. Glass shattered piercing inside his body and his face blood poured from him like water. His unheard scream rang outside. Only the trees heard him die slowly and painfully.

The End

Ember died for thinking that she had done wrong.
Matt died from being alone.
Andrew got what he deserved

Tags: Sister Ember Brother Matt Older Brother Andrew Midnight Rain Story

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http://www.drawingnow.com/arcade/highscore_19/

I need a challenge on this again. I just got the top 50 high scores and Im tired of not having anyone to beat but myself. Can anyone figure out the secret and beat me? I didnt use a program to get the scores...

Tags: Four Balls Game Fifty High Scores Jocopa3 Wow

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