.... alive. The little chicks had just seen their mother die and suffer, so they were really sad. The oldest one was so sad that he jumped in the pot right after her mother did and the rest followed him. The monk saw this and felt sorry for them and felt that it was his fault. He made the little chicks who cared so much for their mother into stars in the sky in order to honor them. The constellation that the stars form now are known as the Big Dipper. .....

.... my finger go. Next, I rubbed my fingers over the seeds. They were so close together it was hard to feel one. When I managed to grab one, I noticed how slick it was. It was smooth with tiny bumps that were almost invisible to the touch. My hand was drawn to the core next. The core was spongy and felt like the fruit, smooth and slick. Next, I decided to listen to the sounds a kiwi could make. I pick the slice up, and I dropped it with a loud thump. It almost sounded like water sloshing in your boots. When I picked it back up, it sounded like a sticker being pulled f .....

.... in a very special place. Although it is seldom used, the Living Room is fit for a king. The furniture is all made out of leather, for ultimate comfort. There is a projection television that rolls up and out of your way. Plus, there is every game console ever made. Finally there is a refrigerator, which is disguised as an oak cabinet. An extravagant Television Room is essential in every house. My house is no different; there is another projection television, and duplicate game consoles, however this room contains a theater surround sound music system. All the furniture i .....

.... The enormous buildings which I had driven past earlier looked like dollhouses a child might play with. The towering smokestacks of the factories wou ld not have caught my eye had it not been for the tiny stream of gray emerging from them. At this distance, the smoke spiraled upward like tree branches reaching for the sky. The air was raw and stung me through my many layers of clothing. There was snow all around me. It was on the trail and in the trees. There was so much white, that my eyes became blinded by so much absence of color. It was too cold t .....

.... metal stallion lunged relentlessly toward disaster, even though my right boot stomped hard on the rear brake. The bike fishtailed back and forth as I sought a path around the car – I first veered toward the ditch and then to the opposing lane, but a station wagon was already filling the gap and heading my way and the barb-wire fence and deep ditch barred that route. I laid my gallant monster on its left side and the asphalt screamed in protest and agony as my metallic beast dug furrows into its tough skin (or was that me screaming?). A giant, unseen hand must .....

.... had taken him to many different places. They were like an old friend that he couldn’t say goodbye to. On this particular day the sun was shining down, warming the earth and lake, so many children played on the wooden swing set. From where I stood on the path, I could hear their cheerful shouts, but could not see them. What I could see was the old man’s face. He had strong features: a broad nose, deep-set eyes, and pronounced cheekbones. They had all sunken into a deep sea of wrinkles over the years. You could tell that he had once been a handsome young man. He was of .....

.... or something! Anyway, I got up, brushed off my legs, and with a little "hmph" I walked off. I sat down by the water and fantasized about how wonderful it would be if it were me with him. Soon though, in thinking that, my anguish turned into anger, and my anger into hatred. Hatred for that mean girl who had what belonged to me! I wanted to go up to her and hit her across the face and I wanted to show her who was the boss. I wanted to show her what happens to people who are rude to me. In my thoughts, I saw them both running up to the water, hand in hand, laughing. I sat .....

.... all those brave souls who dared the "information highway" as Hax0r, Rich would penetrate computer systems locally and around the world. Never malicious in his endeavors he sat back and explored what seemed to be another dimension to the every day "lamer." Rich was not alone on his journey's though. He had four friends from school that accompanied him. These friends where just about the only people that knew about his Internet secrets and every day these four met on a chat service called IRC that stood for Internet Relay Chat. Always the same nicknames, always the same chat .....