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PanaceaJoshua Hammer was sitting alone in his small tract home, eating microwaved Stauffer's lasagna out of the box when he got a call from the President of the United States. Although Joshua knew that the President of the United States was calling, he let the machine pick up. He didn't particularly feel like being nagged at the moment; he had told the president not to call during dinner, but his requests had fallen on deaf ears.
"You've reached the home of Doctor Joshua Hammer. I'm not home right now, so leave your name and phone number after the beep." Beep.
"HAMMER!" grunted the Chief Executive. "You finished Project X, right? The government needs Project X as soon as possible. Your country needs you, Hammer."
Joshua rolled his eyes. He was taking special caution with Project X, and he couldn't be rushed to complete it. The prototype had to be absolutely perfect before
Only you can prevent disasterAs the holiday season approaches, it brings with it a tie of anxiety for many teenagers. Young people worry "What if gain weight from all this holiday food", "What if Aunt Miriam embarrasses me in front of an attractive member of the opposite gender", and "What if my hair catches on fire". However, as digital technology becomes more popular, so does the danger of mixing adults and electronics. A few pounds or an unexpected new hairstyle are minor complaints compared to the mayhem that can be caused when an unqualified adult attempts to reformat a hard drive. Throughout history, mankind's greatest disasters have been created when adults meddle with technology: the Titanic, the Hindenberg, and the last Matrix film are only a few examples.
Unfortunately, we have little to no influence over our parents' digital purchases. But with a hearty cocktail of patience, determination, and common sense, even the most old-fashioned teenager can h
I Don't Believe YouYou tell me I'm pretty
You tell me I'm smart
You tell me that I
have some talent at art
You tell me that I
Should always trust you
But I really know
That it's all untrue
I don't believe you
I don't believe you
So what are my parents
Paying you for?
You say it's not me
You say that it's them
But we both know
That's a laugh, that's a gem
Is it biochemical?
Or some stimulus?
It seems like you're making
A whole lot of fuss and
If I'm so normal, like you say
Why do I come to see you every other day
And pardon me for making this sound too theatric
But I feel that I'm living at Blue Ridge Psychiatric
You say I have so
Much that I can give
Rouse up youthful blood
Be valiant and live
And if you put me
On three kinds of meds
Then you can silence
That voice in my head. But
CHORUS x 2
I think I feel happier already.
A Harmonica StoryFor hygienic reasons, and for the good of the sound, real harmonica players never use a secondhand instrument. It's one of the fundamental rules of the craft. A man's harmonica, they say, is his temple. Clay had never heard this before, and it didn't keep him from buying his piece on a whim at a dubious pawn shop with five dollars he had found in a gutter. The harmonica, though a little tarnished, played just fine, and in the four years that Clay had been riffing on his park bench, he hadn't had so much as a cold.
A man's harmonica, they say, is his soul, and it isn't hard to believe that the harmonica itself has an ability to form thoughts, opinions, and emotions as well as any human being. With the proper force exerted, a harmonica can screech like a woman scorned, coo like an intoxicated lover, or roar like a train ripped full force from the tracks. The technique, Clay found, was all in his head, his heart
Crickets of GloryEveryone who walked past 15 Solomon Street knew there was something wrong with that house. It was a nice enough place aesthetically, built to look like the other homes on Solomon Street, with brick siding and a raised front porch, but 15 Solomon Street was no ordinary home. The other estates in the neighborhood were teeming with life, the essence of barbeques and birthday parties. During the day, though, 15 Solomon Street sat in silence and the shades were drawn. According to the residents of 14 and 16 Solomon Street, it seemed as if no one had entered or left the house in months. The children of the neighborhood thought of the place as haunted, although the house's grim diurnal silence seemed far more sinister than a simple case of poltergeists. On most cold winter nights, anyone who listened carefully could hear squeals emanating from down the street, so highly pitched that human ears could barely detect them, like dem
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