"There was double tragedy in the face of the figure skaters who died Wednesday in the crash of their jet airliner - a kind of tragedy only the very young can know. Their past was short indeed. They had given it willingly, to long hours and days and years of practice. They had forfeited much of childhood's normal playtime. And now there is no future.... For each, the story was the same. The past that seemed so short was longer than they knew. It was all they would ever have."
-- The Burbank Daily Review, February 16, 1961
He shouldn't have been there.
Honestly, really, and truly, he shouldn't have been.
It was just something
The Fall of Man [Nazi!Germany and Prussia] by alexzinger123, literature
Literature
The Fall of Man [Nazi!Germany and Prussia]
France was pushed into a small, dingy room, falling flat on his face as he tripped down the stairs.
“Get up!” Germany’s gruff voice ordered, grabbing France by the scruff of the neck and dragging him to his feet.
France was a mess. His clothes were ripped and torn, with patches of blood here and there, some his own, some not. His hair was all over the place, un-neat, and not at all like France would normally keep it. But this was only to be expected, after all, France had just been conquered by Germany. The German Blitzkrieg had completely taken him and Britian by surprise. They had expected trench warfare, akin to that of
We Need Villains NOT Heroes by WordOfChen, literature
Literature
We Need Villains NOT Heroes
For the longest time I have admired heroes. I imagined them to be people of change, people who would bring the world forward and take us to even greater heights. It was then however, that I realised the 'Human Obstacle'.
Humans as I discovered, perhaps in the most painful of ways, are rather unintelligent beings. They are driven by their core instincts no matter how much they wish to deny it. And the only difference between one and the next is how deeply they let those instincts consume them.
If you walk out into the streets, you can see the well-adjusted average man. Yet in his mind he is not considering the good he could do with his life,
“So your dad isn’t really your dad?”
“I have no evidence either way. Therefore, it is unwise to make a conclusion.” I frown at the tip of my pencil. “How do you spell your name?”
“X-U-A-N.” He glances at my paper. “Are you… making a list?”
“I don’t know why you make it sound so insensible, but yes.” I write Xuan next to a bullet point and make another point.
Do I have another point? I hadn’t even finished my toffee before the man who is not my father approached me.
Well, that means the toffee is still in my lunchbox, and I can have two toffee
300 had not been one to collect many things. His excuse for having so many suits was that Gyldensted kept stealing them, but if he were honest with himself (and he had been increasingly so in the past few months) it was because he loved dressing well. He had admitted to 250 that if he had not become an agent he would have gone into suits. He really did enjoy the drape of a fine wool. Other than his suits, there was nothing in his apartment that he would not be able to abandon without a backward glance, and even the suits could be recreated.
On the other hand, 250 had been a family man, with roots. That sort tended to collect things that co
It was the latest most popular movie among women. The story of a man and a woman meeting under a particular circumstance; their lives suddenly being swept into a whirlwind of events leading up to a blossoming romance. Trouble then dared to step into this most precious of relationships, but it eventually led to a quick reconciliation, a sudden proposal, and finally to marriage and a happily ever after.
Typical chick flick.
Hungary absolutely loved it. Austria, not so much, but he acquiesced if only because he knew how much she had looked forward to seeing it. Men never usually had their way when it