The spot was perfect for camouflage.

At least that's what she thought when she

picked the spot. She couldn't imagine that anyone would ever be able to see her in
these surroundings. So there she sat, confident that she was hidden from the world
and safe from danger. Unfortunately, she had not anticipated that others may be
looking upon her from other angles, and now they were stealthily descending toward
her hiding spot.
You can decide what you want to do in life, but I suggest doing something that
creates. Something that leaves a tangible thing once you're done. That way even
after you're gone, you will still live on in the things you created.
If you can imagine a furry humanoid seven feet tall, with the face of an
intelligent gorilla and the braincase of a man, you'll have a rough idea of what
they looked like -- except for their teeth. The canines would have fitted better in
the face of a tiger, and showed at the corners of their wide, thin-lipped mouths,
giving them an expression of ferocity.
She asked the question even though she didn't really want to hear the answer. It
was a no-win situation since she already knew. If he told the truth, she'd get
confirmation of her worst fears. If he lied, she'd know that he wasn't who she
thought he was which would be almost as bad. Yet she asked the question anyway and
waited for his answer.
Sitting in the sun, away from everyone who had done him harm in the past, he
quietly listened to those who roamed by. He felt at peace in the moment, hoping it
would last, but knowing the reprieve would soon come to an end. He closed his eyes,
the sun beating down on face and he smiled. He smiled for the first time in as long
as he could remember.
"It was so great to hear from you today and it was such weird timing," he said.
"This is going to sound funny and a little strange, but you were in a dream I had
just a couple of days ago. I'd love to get together and tell you about it if you're
up for a cup of coffee," he continued, laying the trap he'd been planning for
years.
Colors bounced around in her head. They mixed and threaded themselves together.
Even colors that had no business being together. They were all one, yet distinctly
separate at the same time. How was she going to explain this to the others?
They rushed out the door, grabbing anything and everything they could think of they
might need. There was no time to double-check to make sure they weren't leaving
something important behind. Everything was thrown into the car and they sped off.
Thirty minutes later they were safe and that was when it dawned on them that they
had forgotten the most important thing of all.
It was a weird concept. Why would I really need to generate a random paragraph?
Could I actually learn something from doing so? All these questions were running
through her head as she pressed the generate button. To her surprise, she found
what she least expected to see.
The amber droplet hung from the branch, reaching fullness and ready to drop. It
waited. While many of the other droplets were satisfied to form as big as they
could and release, this droplet had other plans. It wanted to be part of history.
It wanted to be remembered long after all the other droplets had dissolved into
history. So it waited for the perfect specimen to fly by to trap and capture that
it hoped would eventually be discovered hundreds of years in the future.
Her mom had warned her. She had been warned time and again, but she had refused to
believe her. She had done everything right and she knew she would be rewarded for
doing so with the promotion. So when the promotion was given to her main rival, it
not only stung, it threw her belief system into disarray. It was her first big
lesson in life, but not the last.
He wondered if he should disclose the truth to his friends. It would be a risky
move. Yes, the truth would make things a lot easier if they all stayed on the same
page, but the truth might fracture the group leaving everything in even more of a
mess than it was not telling the truth. It was time to decide which way to go.
It had been her dream for years but Dana had failed to take any action toward
making it come true. There had always been a good excuse to delay or prioritize
another project. As she woke, she realized she was once again at a crossroads.
Would it be another excuse or would she finally find the courage to pursue her
dream? Dana rose and took her first step.
It had become a far too common an event in her life. She has specifically placed
the key to the box in a special place so that she wouldn't lose it and know exactly
where it was when the key was needed. Now that she needed to open the box, she had
absolutely no idea where that special spot she placed the key might be.
Many people say that life isn't like a bed of roses. I beg to differ. I think that
life is quite like a bed of roses. Just like life, a bed of roses looks pretty on
the outside, but when you're in it, you find that it is nothing but thorns and
pain. I myself have been pricked quite badly.
It was a question of which of the two she preferred. On the one hand, the choice
seemed simple. The more expensive one with a brand name would be the choice of
most. It was the easy choice. The safe choice. But she wasn't sure she actually
preferred it.
Don't be scared. The things out there that are unknown aren't scary in themselves.
They are just unknown at the moment. Take the time to know them before you list
them as scary. Then the world will be a much less scary place for you.
Where do they get a random paragraph?" he wondered as he clicked the generate
button. Do they just write a random paragraph or do they get it somewhere? At that
moment he read the random paragraph and realized it was about random paragraphs and
his world would never be the same.
I haven't bailed on writing. Look, I'm generating a random paragraph at this very
moment in an attempt to get my writing back on track. I am making an effort. I will
start writing consistently again!
He heard the crack echo in the late afternoon about a mile away. His heart started
racing and he bolted into a full sprint. "It wasn't a gunshot, it wasn't a
gunshot," he repeated under his breathlessness as he continued to sprint.
It was a rat's nest. Not a literal one, but that is what her hair seemed to
resemble every morning when she got up. It was going to take at least an hour to
get it under control and she was sick and tired of it. She peered into the mirror
and wondered if it was worth it. It wasn't. She opened the drawer and picked up the
hair clippers.
I'm heading back to Colorado tomorrow after being down in Santa Barbara over the
weekend for the festival there. I will be making October plans once there and will
try to arrange so I'm back here for the birthday if possible. I'll let you know as
soon as I know the doctor's appointment schedule and my flight plans.
Do you think you're living an ordinary life? You are so mistaken it's difficult to
even explain. The mere fact that you exist makes you extraordinary. The odds of you
existing are less than winning the lottery, but here you are. Are you going to let
this extraordinary opportunity pass?
It's always good to bring a slower friend with you on a hike. If you happen to come
across bears, the whole group doesn't have to worry. Only the slowest in the group
do. That was the lesson they were about to learn that day.
She sat in the darkened room waiting. It was now a standoff. He had the power to
put her in the room, but not the power to make her repent. It wasn't fair and no
matter how long she had to endure the darkness, she wouldn't change her attitude.
At three years old, Sandy's stubborn personality had already bloomed into full
view.
The young man wanted a role model. He looked long and hard in his youth, but that
role model never materialized. His only choice was to embrace all the people in his
life he didn't want to be like.
It's not his fault. I know you're going to want to, but you can't blame him. He
really has no idea how it happened. I kept trying to come up with excuses I could
say to mom that would keep her calm when she found out what happened, but the more
I tried, the more I could see none of them would work. He was going to get her
wrath and there was nothing I could say to prevent it.
She nervously peered over the edge. She understood in her mind that the view was
supposed to be beautiful, but all she felt was fear. There had always been
something about heights that disturbed her, and now she could feel the full force
of this unease. She reluctantly crept a little closer with the encouragement of her
friends as the fear continued to build. She couldn't help but feel that something
horrible was about to happen.
What were they eating? It didn't taste like anything she had ever eaten before and
although she was famished, she didn't dare ask. She knew the answer would be one
she didn't want to hear.
This is important to remember. Love isn't like pie. You don't need to divide it
among all your friends and loved ones. No matter how much love you give, you can
always give more. It doesn't run out, so don't try to hold back giving it as if it
may one day run out. Give it freely and as much as you want.
She's asked the question so many times that she barely listened to the answers
anymore. The answers were always the same. Well, not exactly the same, but the same
in a general sense. A more accurate description was the answers never surprised
her. So, she asked for the 10,000th time, "What's your favorite animal?" But this
time was different. When she heard the young boy's answer, she wondered if she had
heard him correctly.
I'm going to hire professional help tomorrow. I can't handle this anymore. She fell
over the coffee table and now there is blood in her catheter. This is much more
than I ever signed up to do.
There was a time when he would have embraced the change that was coming. In his
youth, he sought adventure and the unknown, but that had been years ago. He wished
he could go back and learn to find the excitement that came with change but it was
useless. That curiosity had long left him to where he had come to loathe anything
that put him out of his comfort zone.
What was beyond the bend in the stream was unknown. Both were curious, but only one
was brave enough to want to explore. That was the problem. There was always one
that let fear rule her life.

space night in a small house with a small courtyard. And then, I went out to
dinner.
It really feels more like a dream than anything else--my whole life, as much as I
enjoy my job but love how much I feel connected to the job, I'm not really sure how
I've been doing. I had some sort of dream about "living like my dreams."
At the center of our conversation was this dream of running into someone else, of
being in their lives forever. The dream, by definition is not "life"and thus it's
impossible for us to do anythingelse, at leastto get to this moment in time.
As an aside, do you remember a day when you were writing or even just havinga
conversation to your best friend? In an interview, for example, you said "I'm just
going to finish the manuscript. I'm not really feeling well."
I don't remember much else of that morning about our conversation, so I haven't
really gotten to that moment but you mentioned the fact that you said to your best
friend about it. Now, one of the things about "living like your dreams"is that you
have to make a decision. The same goes for your body, your mind and your heart.
So this is actually kind of the basic thing for me about what the "dream" is, why
it's important and if it's going to feel like ait key iz.

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season begins, we will be returning to the DCC with an extensive team of teams. The
big question of all of the team decisions this season should be is how many fans
will be on board with that. Let's begin with where we're going as it relates to DCC
attendance. Most of the teams we did not attend this season are listed on the
following links. The only other teams that were on board was the St. Louis
Cardinals, which had a huge fanbase at the time but were not a DCC fan base. DCC
fans seem to have an affinity towards DCC because DCC is a region where many are
willing to accept their country's presence.
The most frequent DCC tickets at all times will be for the Saturday-Sunday DCC game
on April 2nd. This would include a kickoff in Park City, which I would estimate
will be at 1,300 fans and a 3-hour game from about 9:30 on a Monday afternoon. The
biggest ticket would be for the Saturday-Sunday DCC game which would be from about
7:30 on April 4th until 8:30 pm on April 5th. More information here:
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that has seen this season play host to over 200 venues around the state and the
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