.... now you are appalled (a little anyway) with me. It may not change your feelings any, but at least let me explain that I did not kill any human being. The life which I took belonged to a squirrel, and squirrel was in season. some would call it a rodent, too stupid to get out of the path of their Goodyears. On the other hand, I as well as many others would call the squirrel and most other animals a dignified and noble creature. Anyway, the life was a squirrel's and the weapon was a Crossman pellet rifle. The weapon was a Christmas present, the squirrel was not included. Upon reaching my grandparents' farm for Christmas dinner (lunch for those of you n .....

.... I noticed in the Dairy Queen booth a heavenly looking vanilla sundae, mounded with plump, juicy strawberries, and perfectly round indigo blueberries-it made my mouth salivate, and I knew that I had to taste one. As I edged toward my seat, I noticed Little Ceasars advertising grease puddled on top pepperoni pizza and a frothy mug; emersed with crisp cold beer…this teased my temptation. With only a few dollars left, and my arms filled with delectable treats, I finally reached gate 201. I pushed the heavy blue drapery to my side. Standing in awe, my eyes scanned the gigantic arena. Everyone, including myself could feel the anxiety drippin .....

.... and mind and forced action. Then, in a flash he leapt at the throat. He tore at the flesh, much the same as an animal would. He continued to ravage the victim until little remained but bones. The hunger was satisfied for the moment. He would again be hungry, and to satisfy his hunger he would have to rummage for more comestibles. He searches and explores the depths of the city of Transylvania until he spots a beautiful woman in her late twenties. He knows this woman, but of course his untamed edacity overpowers his will to spare her. He advances toward her and prepares himself for the assault. In a matter of seconds he is on top of her lash .....

.... story dream on a huge fifteen acre lot. As I approach the stairs at the entrance to the house I am surrounded by four columns leading to the most elegant doors I have ever seen. They are made of mahogany and have a stained glass window in the center. The handles and the frame is made of brass. As I continue around the house I come across three windows overlooking the entrance to the house. There are black shutters on each window. As the porch continues to the south side of the house I am now looking over the Pacific Ocean. A huge eight foot picture is facing the same way I am. As I look down and observe the ocean I see two piers jutting out i .....

.... enough company. Taking a walk with the dark elf Drizzt through the shadowed halls of his city Menzobaeren inspired confidence in me even in the solitude of a Hawaiian vacation. Calling reading just a hobby then does it injustice. Adventure fits it more appropriately. Books sweep me into the depths of imagination and let me share another persons dream while helping me see mine. Piers Anthony taking me through his spellbinding Juxtaposition opened my mind and revealed his dreams. I have held my grip on the exhilaration that brought me. I never feel as complete as when I visit another book. The ceaseless joy bonding my mind with another realm .....

.... forests. There are many other corporations that contribute in the mass enterprise. These corporations cause large clear cuts in Canada today that would have been all forests some years ago. It is well known that the decrements of the forests will leave us without trees in the next few decades. It will also cause many wildlife species to find a new environment to live and may cause climatical changes. However, if we decide not to cut trees, our economy will suffer greatly due to the many job losses. If we decide to continue with the cutting of trees, our economy will still suffer in the near future--where all jobs will still be lost becaus .....

.... we were both happy that there was no one else around to interfere, there was a lingering feeling of dread, that if something went wrong there wouldn't be anybody else around to help out. We both got out of the car and decided to go on down against our better judgement. The trail down was a steep runoff ditch about two feet wide surrounded with scrub brush. While on the way down I was thinking both about how bad my legs were getting cut from the brush, but also about not slipping on the sandy trail. The mile long hike, downhill, was nothing but a warm up for me and my brother who are avid backpackers and trail hikers. When we reached the bott .....

.... snarled. "Okay, it's over." Mustard sighed and lay down. This was the third time in a week that they'd failed. He had been around long enough to know when he was beat. "No respect. Where's the respect?" Scampi circled the tree in a haze of anger, his tiny legs beating furiously on the grass. The beagle could never quite get over a loss. Mustard lay his head on the ground and watched the passage of time on the street while Scampi vented. Soon, Roy the Basset and his owner walked by. Mustard nodded hello. "Who's that?" Roy asked, looking in the tree. "Dunno. New in town." "Which house?" "No house." "Freeloader, hm? Give him one from me." Roy .....

.... best movie I have ever seen in my life. We watched a movie called Scream. It was a movie that had recently come out of the theaters and was now on video cassette. I didn’t go see it in the theater, but I heard that it was a pretty cool movie. We sat there and watched it and when it was done I was in awe. All I could say was “that is the best movie in history!� In my mind, the movie was perfect. It was full of everything that I like in a movie. It had mystery, suspense, and most of all it was a thriller. I got to try to figure out who the killer was and as it turned out, there was actually two killers which made it even better. Another .....

.... the house. I was handed a cup by a friend. Looking into it to see if it had been used, we both shrugged and turned towards the basement. As I pushed my way through the crowd to look for the keg I immediately knew it was in the corner because of the crowd surrounding it. Once I reached the keg, I found myself waiting once again for my beer. The person who was filling up the cups was not filling them first come first serve. He would fill the cups of his friends first, then the girls, and then if he had to fill up his own cup he would. While doing this he was talking his friend whose job it was to pump the keg when needed. People were stick .....