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Joshua Sisk

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Jack grab snacks from movie Theater stand. Jack hear woman at stand and look up see worker give him popcorn and movie Ticket. Unknown stranger woman look at him not blank or take eyes off him. When man turn around to her Direction she disappear. Jack want in movie theater.

Movie theater was very crowd. Movie sound is very loud. So many action in the screen, dont know where that women been. Then Jack smell something wrong, no nobody release gas, but the movie theater is very big bomb. Booooom Jack go away in time.

Jack had no time to think, so he had to improvise. Theater security confiscated his pistol, so what could he use as a weapon? Time was moving fast and he didn’t want to panic the crowd by telling them they were literally inside a bomb, so he just hoped he could disarm it in time.

How could he even start looking for the bomb? There was too much people around and they can easily see what he would be up to!

So he decided to simply not look for it. Instead, he turned hastily and walked up the street to his family's restaurant. All that thought of bombs made him hungry for scrambled eggs and black coffee, except he suddenly remembered that he forgot to put his shoes on this morning.

The sign on the door read “no shirt no shoes no problem”, so he walked right in. “Hey little sister won’t you make me some eggs?” He sang as he poured himself a cup of joe. He took a pair of flip flops from the rack by the till and went to the corner booth.

No one had ever serenaded the chicken before, & she blushed under her feathers. "Buck-buck!" she said, which roughly translates to "Anything for you." Instantly she deposited 8 eggs in her nest, then demurely slid to the side so he could see them. He nodded. "Brown eggs. Exotic!"

Okay now it’s getting a little weird. Who in his right mind would do such a thing a a chicken? Of course, who else could it be but Cletus. Not again! The hen laid green eggs on his plate of ham, and Dr. Seuss happened to notice this somehow. Who knew it was based on a true story?

And he just wanted some of them too. How could anyone say no to this!? He couldn't take back what he'd done though because the egg is literally sitting in front of him! It's almost begging him to eat it!
Well that wasn't going to happen because Cletus has no idea how he got here

and time was running out. Still, the temptation was unbrearable. Taking one last good look at the Egg, he dashed out of the room to figure out where he was, and, more importantly, how to escape. Cletus suddenly tripped and fell into

Life Ethically dicey ways. Acknowledge the lie is one letter short of f. Rolling the dice I looked to the skyline

The Emerald City gleamed. I prayed that luck would shine its glorious green light on me. The dice settled into position. I unsquinted one eye, then two. Could it be? Bless my E's it was Eleven! I ran to the front office, laid down my chips, and heard the magical word: Excellent.

Jack vs. Cletus

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Sunny Anomaly

Saturday night, early spring, 1988. We were bombing into the city in a 12 year old sedan, blasting our favorite mix tapes. We had no specific plans but we were going to have some fun.

Figured we’d hijack a plane and give it a test run, despite never having been in pilot school. What’s the worst that can happen? And we’ll make sure it all ends with a bang… in the mile high club! Yeah! “Well, see…” What? “You’re thirteen years too early. Wait a while.” Oh right.

Thanks, time traveller. So where were we? Oh right, we were going to completely obliterate the dance floor. Metaphorically speaking, of course. And we partied all through the night until our legs gave in.

Obviously closing out the knight's moving poetry the bass hit hard. Yes No Limits G-Eazy 4m06 246 seconds of pure sweet blood beats from my 5g s22 ultra galaxy made possible by samsung. I sang for Sam. Best MayDay ever. TyDJ

Sam went home with a spring in his step. No one had ever serenaded him before, & now DJ Ty had made him feel so special. He lay in bed all night with a smile on his face & a flutter in his heart. In the morning, he composed a letter to say how he felt.

“Dear DJ Ty,” he wrote. “I am convinced that you are a bard. Myself, I am no poet, so there are no words to describe how you made me feel. Suffice it to say, if I died right now, I would die completely happy.”

The Ballad of DJ Ty's Mixtape

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Sarah Park

Lifeline too be different or same, I asked Henry. Artist at heart he separated equally 4x4 then crossed out the different non-matching letters and below those letters their position in the English alphabet and handed it back replying with one word Solve.

These are the incoherent mumblings of a madman strapped in a straitjacket in a padded cell in a mental asylum on an island far away from any civilisation. He talked with seemingly imaginary friends, and would yell and scream for no reason. One day, the door to the cell opened up.

The madman sat silent, waiting to see if someone would come through the open door, but no one did. It seemed the door had opened by itself. A breeze from the open door—the first the man had felt in years—caressed his bearded cheek. It smelled of lilacs. Freedom beckoned.

He looked around his padded cell. They allowed him almost no possessions. He put on his rubber shower sandals and wrapped his blanket around his shoulders. All he had, all he needed. He walked through the open door towards the scent of living grass.

And he actually touched some grass, the madman. It was the only thing keeping him sane at this point. The guards did not keep him out of their sight. Those voices approached him again.

They tried a different tactic now. "Eat the grasssss," they whispered. "See how juicy it issss? Once you eat it, you'll gain blisssful forgetfulnesss. EAT!" Later when the supervisor came, the guards could never explain why the madman was in a bovine position, except, he was mad.

Mooving On Up

Chris Baroody

All is I. Solve: reality. So Math is fact... Right? 

Hook period?

Motion i's point;period.
Passion chemistry is methodology of connection.

So why love to evolve; solve Math?

GENERAL RELATIVITY... G EZ E(=MC^2) RAL RELA-TIVIT-Y

I in gral 20i22i20 in relay.
Pi3 LiFe = Monkey

Madman, hunched over and cross-legged, hears his cell door open. 

Squatting close by, rawboned, and pale as a grub, madman’s phantom companion rasps: “enemies.” But he knows the companions sometimes lie.

The visitors: two in white, one in black. Doctor, orderly - priest?

Or maybe they are two choir singers and a goth? Two members of Polyphonic Spree and Trent Reznor? Wait, wait! They are chess pieces: 2 white, 1 black. But which pieces?

Accounting for all possible combinations it adds up to a six squared, times six less the taken white piece, which is five, or a nice 180. Using my detective work I was able to narrow it down to six possibilities. What is the remaining black piece, though? I didn’t quite know yet…

It was my little Lulu who inspired me with an answer. She sat next to me, singing "Ba Ba Black Sheep" while combing her doll's hair. Yes! The black piece was an abstract sheep. I placed it in place & the Piet Mondrian farm puzzle was complete! Then Lulu knocked it onto the floor.

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