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    Willie

    December 31st, 2013 at 6:04 am

    Reed Walters, the Jena district attorney, is being accused of racism because he didn’t show Bell compassion when the teenager was brought before the court for the third time on assault charges in a two-year span.

    Where was our compassion long before Bell got into this kind of trouble?

    That’s the question that needed to be asked in Jena and across the country on Thursday. But it wasn’t asked because everyone has been lied to about what really transpired in the small southern town.

    There was no “schoolyard fight” as a result of nooses being hung on a whites-only tree.

    Justin Barker, the white victim, was cold-cocked from behind, knocked unconscious and stomped by six black athletes. Barker, luckily, sustained no life-threatening injuries and was released from the hospital three hours after the attack.

    A black U.S. attorney, Don Washington, investigated the “Jena Six” case and concluded that the attack on Barker had absolutely nothing to do with the noose-hanging incident

    Mak Sultan

    January 19th, 2014 at 5:41 am

    Commander Deen ducked behind the crumbled brick wall as gunfire hailed around him. The marine next to him loaded a new clip into his rifle and yanked on the bolt. A massive tank with two huge cannon barrels on its rotating cabin, rolled next to Deen and fired a double balst a t the source of the gunfire. A rocket whizzed overhead narrowly missing the tank and exploding at the base of the building in front of Deen. Deen cocked his M17 rifle and fired a burst over the wall. He pressed his head radio to his ear. “Command Come in ” He yelled.
    “This is Sky eye command, what’s the situation, Commander Deen?” A calm, almost computerized voice responded.
    “ We are in serious trouble Being overwhelmed Need reinforcements ASAP ”
    “Commander Deen, all forces are currently pinned or unable to assist. We have R.A.I.N. Squad Omega inbound to provide support. E.T.A. 10 minutes. You must hold your current position until then.”
    The tank near Deen exploded in a massive explosion, causing his ears to ring, and blur his vison. “R.A.I.N. squad? Alright, bring the R.A.I.N. , we need that backup, Now ” He popped above the wall and fired another burst. He hit an enemy soldier as he ran between cover and the man fell, but Deen ducked behind the wall as a sniper round hit the wall. “Everyone hold out ” he yelled to all his solders. “We got a R.A.I.N. squad coming In Watch the skies ”

    . . .

    Captain Jack Archer walked into the cargo hold of the osprey v7. His R.A.I.N. cyberarmor clinked lightly as he walked. His squad sat in the chairs along the walls of the craft. He slapped a slumped head as he walked. “Get up, Butch.” he said. The man jumped and grumbled. He looked around and stood up. “We drop in fifteen, guys. Mount up.” he walked to the wall that was lined with several stations, each stocked with weapons. Each of the solders, all clad in the advanced R.A.I.N. armor, comprised a several black armor plates covering their chest, shoulders, arms legs and vital areas. The plates were strong but light and the armor melded perfectly with their bodies, giving no movement limitations. They walked to their own spots on the wall. Jack grabbed the complex M17 rifle that hung in his spot. The spot next to him was vacant and he turned to see another solder with blond hair, his head bowed, a large sniper rifle strapped to his back, and a M17 rifle with a sleek scope and a long barrel in his lap. “William, are you already set?” Jack asked with a chuckle.
    The man looked up. “Yeah you know me. Always ready. I just want my rifle close.” His voice was low and somber.
    “ yeah I hear ya.” Steve said, down the line. A large jagged scar marked his face near his left eye and stretched all the way to his collarbone. He pumped a massive shotgun with a a silver clip feeding from the bottom,” I love Julie here.” He patted the shotgun affenectontly and slipped it onto his back.
    “Do you know how creepy it is that you named that gun? And that you named it after mom?” Ryan, who was next to him, looked at him with a perplexed face. Smaller than his massive brother, Ryan simply retrieved his rifle, then he grabbed a large metallic backpack with a red cross on it. He opened the case and examined the contents. “Guess I’ll just fix you up after you get hit.”
    :yeah right, Butch is the one who always gets hit.” Simon jeered, loading grenades on his belt, and retrieving his own metal pack.
    Butch looked up from his cubicle. “He’s right ya know.” he said in his booming voice. “I mean, hell, I have the record for the most bullets ever taken. Well, taken and survived. “ he chuckled and the massive man picked up a large minigun melded with a small drum for grenades and a larger metallic frame, with a large ammo drum on the side, He spun the barrels around and laughed a little.
    “Please be careful with that thing.” Dill said from the far end of the line. The tech-officer flexed his arm and examined the small electronic device on the arm of his armor. “You scare me with that monster. “
    ”O.K. Who scares you more? Me or Butch?” James Hailfeild, with his mad red hair leaned out and looked at dill with a mad smile, holding a block C4.
    “You.” Dill said without a moments hesitation. “And you be really careful with that.” Dill grabbed his rifle, covered in various electronic devices and tools.
    “Cut the crap guys, we need to drop soon.” jack said. “Get your gear and get over here.” Archer walked past the rest of them to a large round base. His black metallic pack had a small sniper rifle attached to it, and the hilt of a blade over his right shoulder. His custom M17 rifle hung on his chest, with a small sleek optical scope, a red dot sight, and a front grip. The barrel was longer then the standard, but shorter than Williams’s.
    The team grabbed the last of their equipment and walked along behind him. They took their positions around a large dome shaped object in the center of the room. As they formed around it, Jack tapped the center of it. H

    Andrew S

    January 25th, 2014 at 2:24 am

    Me and my girlfriend are planning to have anal sex soon. (I know weird) and we are wondering. Is it safe to do this without a condom?

    Derek

    February 5th, 2014 at 2:20 pm

    So last night I decided to get some margs n a couple of drinks. Of course tipsy me began chugging everything. Later on…. I decided to kidnap my bro’s friend demand him to take me to a party. Fail. On my back home, I decided to call this guy that I’m “kinda” talking to, like for 3 days! I’m drunk and slurring an he’s sober as f! Needless to say I don’t remember what I said to him and he hung up. Soooo I proceed to call him 3 more times. Why? Idk! Then I texted him “omg I just cock blocked myself” hahaha. this morning I woke up with a head swollen from embarrassment and I AM still living it !!!!!!!

    So tell me what’s you’re embarrassing moment?

    Random

    March 1st, 2014 at 12:11 am

    The Piratess

    He looked, looked away, and then did a double take. He couldn’t help but be disgusted; here she was, a young girl, probably British by her accent, who should be in elaborate hairstyles and dresses. Yet she stood there, a pirate on his ship, holding a gun to his head.

    But he couldn’t help but be intrigued as well. He took her in, her tight black breeches tucked in to knee-high black leather boots and her white shirt, the top three buttons undone, with ruching along the sides of the sleeves and lace on the low neck and waist of her shirt. A black and red bodice covered that, coming up just below her chest, the lacing cinched tightly. She had a belt strapped around her waist holding yet another gun and a rapier. Her boots held one visible dagger, though he suspected more were on her person.

    Instead of intricate plaits and curls piled atop her head, the piratess’ hair hung freely in dark red waves around her face. Her sleeves were pushed up to the elbow, revealing a small tattoo and a light toffee tan. Her eyes, fierce and bold, were the color of the Caribbean they sailed on.

    “Call off your crew!” She shouted again over the rage of the battle. “Can’t you see you’re bound to lose?” So, he thought, she figured out I am the captain. But I’m no coward. The girl sighed and cocked the hammer on the gun. He looked around. The pirates were knocking over barrels of gunpowder and oil. A burly man stood holding a torch. His mouth went dry.

    “C-cease fire and fighting!” he called. “We surrender,” he said quietly but with steel in his eyes. The girl smiled and led him to the board connecting the two ships. She pushed him over and the crew followed with the surrendered men. She nodded to the man at the wheel and he and the crew hurried to set the ship sailing again. He watched as she nodded to the man with the torch.

    “Nathaniel.” Nathaniel nodded back and threw the torch. It landed in the middle of his ship. He turned around; he couldn’t watch his own ship go down in flames.

    The girl pirate shoved him across the deck of the brigantine, but halfway, he dug his heels into the wood and stopped. “I demand to see your captain! You cannot take me, the captain of the ship you just blew up, and not have your captain justify the reason!” He knew this was not necessarily true, but he needed time, he wasn’t ready to join the crew, if they offered, or face the cat o’ nine tails.

    The girl gave him a roguish, yet charming, smile. “In time, sir, in time.” She tilted her head to Nathaniel again. “Take the captain to the barracks and make him…presentable.” She smiled again. “I will go and tell the captain.” Nathaniel nodded and pushed him down to the hull. She watched him go before shouting out orders to take all the prisoners down to the cells. Then she retreated to the captain’s quarters.

    The girl closed the door behind her looked around the cabin.

    “Captain, the prisoner will be here to see you soon. He demanded it.” She laughed lightly. “He’s a defiant one, stubborn and fiery. Hold your resolve when you talk to him.” She spoke to an empty room. Smiling to herself, the girl took up the brush sitting on the bookshelf and began brushing her hair.

    Half an hour later, the young captain was once again shoved into the captain’s quarters, bathed, shaved, and dressed in a new shirt and breeches. He had a belt strung across his strong chest but it held no weaponry. He glared at Nathaniel before scanning the room. It was a nice polished sitting room with a door leading to the bedroom. It looked almost exactly like an English sitting room. There was a table of food in the center. Standing at the foot of the table was the girl pirate, wearing a floor length cerulean gown, the sleeves cinched at the elbow. Her hair was curled and braided around her head, though some fell loose around her shoulders.

    “Hello, captain,” she mocked. “As it will not do,” she motioned for him to sit, “to call you ‘captain’ now, would you tell us your name?” She sat after he had situated himself, and smoothed her skirts.

    He regarded her carefully, then picked up his fork, examining it. “I will tell the captain when he arrives.” The men who had escorted him snickered. No one talked for a span of time. Emmett began to feel uncomfortable. He cleared his throat to say something, but the girl spoke up first.

    “My dear sir, the captain, ah,” she laughed. “You are looking at your captain, and she goes by the name of Captain Aurelia Calico. Oh, and welcome to The Gold Storm,” the girl at the foot of the table lilted. He looked at her dumbfounded. How could this young girl, slender and delicate in appearance, captain a ship? He had his own measure of problems and he was a man!

    “I beg your pardon, Captain. They call me Captain Emmet Carden,” he said looking at the figure across the table.
    There are two more parts. Please keep reading.

    addmeonxbox360myuserisfallior

    March 20th, 2014 at 5:43 pm

    i had anal sex with my g/f the other nite, and she said it hurt..is that normal?

    Samuro

    March 26th, 2014 at 3:28 am

    I want to find out the facts that not every one knows, like that he dropped out of school at 16, and plays the guitar.
    Where can I find interviews that he talks about his teenage life? or about his family, and his experimenting with drugs?

    Caltel T

    March 30th, 2014 at 5:41 am

    My eyes narrowed, sweat dripping down my forehead as I locked eyes with the beast. Its black scales glistened with sweat as well. I cocked the gun and carefully wiped the perspiration from my face, breathing hard. The bandanna wasn’t helping much. My leather-gloved hands felt slippery as I tightened my grip. The AK-47 was covered with red dust, but I wasn’t really concerned about it.
    What I am concerned about is the fact that I may loose my life this very minute. All I can think about is how sharp those teeth are, how strong those legs are. It could tear me apart if it wanted to. It could call others if it wanted to. But this beast was only toying with me. I could see the slight respect in its eyes, though. It was obviously amazed I had survived this long.
    Slowly, I ground my feet into the dirt, savoring my breaths. I put the butt of the gun against my shoulder and fire one bullet.
    My heart felt like it was going to burst through my chest. The dragon sees this as a taunt, and gracefully, sleekly scampers towards me.
    It jumped so fast I could barely raise the gun in time. Its claws scratched against the metal, and I felt it groaning in complaint as I pushed against the black beast. I started to fall back and set my legs against its torso, using the force of its lunge to throw it back behind myself.
    It crashed into some trees, roaring and growling in anger as it scrambled to its feet, the beast’s razor-sharp claws digging into the earth. The dragon roared loudly, glaring at me. Its breathing was loud, blowing up sand.
    Darn beast had scratched my forearms pretty good. I took few seconds to examine them, my heart still thundering like a million wild stallions.
    And for the first time in my life, I felt fear. Not the kind of fear you feel when your cell phone drops off the counter, or the feeling in your stomach you get on a roller coaster.
    This fear felt like a kick in the stomach as we stared at each other again, circling each other.
    I wasn’t going to lose this battle.
    But my arm dropped to my side along with the gun suddenly, relaxing my body and closing my eyes.
    Rocky’s words came to me suddenly. He had said it as a joke, but it suddenly became so vital to me that I felt like he had somehow saved my life. He was referring to the time we had been playing baseball. What a material thing right now.
    I took a breath and opened my eyes, dropping the gun. A puff of red sand rose into the air. The sun beat down on my back. The dragon looked at me curiously, its shoulders bobbing up and down in a warning way. It reminded me of a cat, ready to pounce. Its ears folded back and its lip curled back, a bellowing growl releasing from its chest as I took a step forward. Its pupils were slits, dangerous as I took another step forward, and another, until I was a few feet away from the black dragon. I could feel its breath on my face.
    It flinched away as I rose my hand toward it. Its lip curled back, revealing its sharp teeth again.
    I couldn’t believe I was doing this. How stupid!
    But I did it. I left my hand outstretched and closed my eyes, turning my head away from it.
    For a moment, nothing happened. The dragon’s breathing continued. My hand grew hotter suddenly. This was it. I had made the biggest mistake of my life.
    But my heart skipped a beat as I felt scales against my hand. I turned up to look at it.
    The dragon’s eyes were closed as it pressed its mouth against my hand. They opened as it pulled away and it growled again, glaring at me before hurrying off to the side.
    I watched it crash through the trees from the clearing until I couldn’t see it anymore.
    My mouth hung open.
    I had just survived an encounter with a Night Fury.
    Blargh, sorry, I messed up in a few parts with current and past tense. I started writing it in current but then switched to past. So sorry. 😛
    Oops! Yeah, sorry, Fan Fiction. ^^;

    Chris R

    May 17th, 2014 at 3:15 am

    Ok so last year a couple of friends and i hung out with this girl that was the very shy one that hated presenting or working in groups. She seemed a little crazy too but i mean she was all alone and we couldn’t help talking to her.
    As the year progressed, i started picking up hints that she really liked me. I soon found out from one of my friends that summer that she had a crush on me. But i didn’t liked her that way and before i could tell her anything, the school year ended.
    She some how got a hold of my number (that i didn’t give to her) and she started texting me everyday twice a day, hi or hey and at night, good night. every once and a while she would say, “hey you are the greatest thanks.” i would talk to her once and a while, but her conversations were so dry asking me “how is your family?” or “How is life?” so I stopped talking to her, which now that i look at it was a pretty jerky thing to do.
    Even though i stopped talking to her, she kept on texting me the same thing, and every once in a while she would call me but i wouldn’t answer. she even had her cousin call and text me. Its now been six months that i stopped talking to her and now i am getting annoyed. I know what i did was wrong but now i want to tell her to leave me alone, but it has been too long and it would be awkward talking to her. What should i do?

    p.s. she still talks to my friend that told me that she had a crush on me and my friend showed me an email from her and all she talks about is me.
    By the way I am 14 and I have no intrest in her at all

    isk8at818

    May 27th, 2014 at 4:01 am

    http://www.kansascity.com/sports/columnists/jason_whitlock/story/284511.html

    Jason Whitlock is one of my favorite journalists because he is not politically correct and he tells it like it is. What do you think of his opinions on the matter?

    EXCERPT FROM ARTICLE:
    There was no “schoolyard fight” as a result of nooses being hung on a whites-only tree.

    Justin Barker, the white victim, was cold-cocked from behind, knocked unconscious and stomped by six black athletes. Barker, luckily, sustained no life-threatening injuries and was released from the hospital three hours after the attack.

    A black U.S. attorney, Don Washington, investigated the “Jena Six” case and concluded that the attack on Barker had absolutely nothing to do with the noose-hanging incident three months before. The nooses and two off-campus incidents were tied to Barker’s assault by people wanting to gain sympathy for the “Jena Six” in reaction to Walters’ extreme charges of attempted murder.
    Much has been written about Bell’s trial, the six-person all-white jury that convicted him of aggravated battery and conspiracy to commit aggravated battery and the clueless public defender who called no witnesses and offered no defense. It is rarely mentioned that no black people responded to the jury summonses and that Bell’s public defender was black.
    WHITE FEATHER: I’m not blaming anyone in this question. I am asking for the opinions of other Y!A users.

    mal_functiongeo

    June 11th, 2014 at 12:23 pm

    Well I need some help. I’m writing a book and this is just an excerpt out of the first couple pages. Would you keep reading it? Any ideas to make it better?

    School on Halloween isn’t as bad as you think. I convinced Irina to let me use a tutu, and Cole to snag me some glitter and wings. All together, our fairy trio was adorable. Irina is my best friend, that’s a girl. Cole is my best friend, that’s a guy. Irina is troubled with being an only child, and her father’s mistress. Her dyed, thin, short, black hair has nothing to do with being Goth or rogue, she just likes how it makes her pale, disguising her to be delicate. Its pixie cut. This is her ultimate goal. Her silver eyeliner, eye shadow, and mascara make her blue eyes seem deeper than the ocean. Her round face and petite body give way to her delicate goal. Now Cole is a whole other story. He’s your prep, totally not gay, go- to guy. Usually only I can go- to him. He’s sweet but still chases tail. His hair is golden, long and shaggy. More like he just woke up but still showers kind of look. His features are blunt, but soften in just the right places. Like his eyes and his mouth. He actually reminds me of an Abercrombie and Fitch model, even though it’s a horrible example. Tan, cute, and buff. They’re pretty much my circle of friends but I accept them. Loners, thespians, Goths, crustys, preps, jocks, fags, potheads, wannabes. I belong to none of those groups. Not one. Weird but oddly calming.
    “Rina, that tutu just screams fallen angel. Blue glitter, silver tutu, and purple wings. It’s like you peek into my head and figure out what I think will be perfect on you. Jesus girl, you make me want to hurl myself to your feet,” Cole said quickly. His country twang is adorable.
    Wow. Utterly wow. Cole makes me wonder whether I should believe that bullshit of him not interested in cock.
    “Reenie! Cute as cherries. Really.” Well I can’t make her depressed. I surprise myself with what comes out of my mouth sometimes.
    “Aw. People care about me. Where’s my barf bag?”
    “Dry sense of humor Rina. Really dry. Anyways, I talked to Mr. Hissred and I got him to spill on the fact that his affair with Mrs. Unimer, the secretary in the main office, resulted in triplets. All boys. All ugly as a mofo. Really, teachers just can’t keep it in their pants these days…”
    As he droned on I kept on walking toward my locker unable to shake the fact that my stomach senses something that my mind isn’t catching up to. There is something different near me and I just can’t think of what it is. Paint job? No. Poster? No. Person? Yes?
    Definitely yes. There’s someone new. Near me. Who. Could. It. Be.
    Right then I saw him. Staring at me. Very tall, very graceful. His eyes a vibrant violet; his hair a mixture of auburn and chestnut, cropped just right so the sides are short and the top is long but not resembling a Mohawk. The front long, hanging down his face but not covering those unmistakably astonishing eyes. He’s built yet not broad enough to strike himself as fierce. His board shorts hung loosely around his hips. His tank draped across his top half perfectly, looking as if someone molded it on his body. Muscle tank on a surfer, hmm new but spicy.
    Then I look down at myself.
    Brown hair, full color, short and thick, sitting on top of my shoulders with only one or two layers in it. I have curves, but not crazy ones that’d make a person stare. Moles all over my body: neck, face, legs, hands, everywhere. Jade green eyes. Eyeliner, mascara, and peach bronze eye shadow only. My old holey jeans showing not pale but not tan legs. Plain white tee, white hoodie in hand. Multi- colored painted toenails (I couldn’t decide on a color) and flip-flops painted my feet with the only real color. Wow, I’m like the complete opposite of him. Compared to him, I’m like his servant. With him looking like a god and all.
    I felt pathetic. Then I could feel him watching me. His eyes gawking at me as if I just flashed him. Staring at each other madly, he took a step closer, then another. Closing in the space between us. I felt distant from my body. Like my mind was trying to reach for his and my body was nonchalantly trying to respond in the same way.
    Then I tore my eyes away from his and stopped. Scrutinizing myself for breaking free from those violet eyes.
    I felt nuts three seconds later, feeling as if I just discovered a new galaxy. I forgot about it, shook off his stare, and trotted down the hall.
    To keep myself from looking back I just kept mumbling “That did not happen. I just saw some flicker. There’s no one behind that’s new. It’s all in my head. It’s all in my damn head.”
    Rushing past my English teacher Ms. Yundar, I did everything except run to my seat. My seat is perfect, last row and last seat in the back, by the window, no one by me, breeze fluttering in the window.
    Just there was one thin
    Please do not steal this excerpt I’ve wrriten.
    -Thanks.

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