A million little times Stephen Messed UP

Throughout the movie I agree with how Stephen does his pieces, facts are bland and hard to work with and make interesting in my own way of writing. What he did was great stiscking it to the man for how they wanted him to write the twist and turn throughout the story were great. He did make up almost all of his facts that he wrote about and it is entire his fault that they did get published in the way they got published, but the people who were editing the pieces and who were publishing them with the final approve are just as responsible for the outregous blashpy he was printing, How can you be an editor and not edit anything or check anything of such signifcants, how can you be the top dog and then print something so top dog and out of the world without first chekcing on it to make sure if it was the right thing to print or now. When i would bet out to be the number on e in charge or the one who wants to print something if id worked my way to the top like he had i would damn sure be checking something that wasabout to take down a major name or something that seemed a little cooky out there. The checkers im not mad at and i do not think they should be fired for checking in with all the sorces he gave them you can really check a interview or a face to fae meeting with someone its rather different to call someone just a liar with out prior expolanantion to the cause or for some reason why they should be a liar. So the all in all i think the stephen should have been fired yes and i think the way they fired him was correct they gave him a shot and then he turned around and blew it with the way that he broke down and tried to cover his tracts so much he should have just taken the beating sat back and been okay with it, your young and dumb man why worry about what is going to happen to you just kick off the dust and let it happen if you let them find out on there own with out be beating around the bush and without you going on and going on about something then who really care what you h ve to say about it when stephan turned into a woman about the whole ordeal thats when he lost it.
The air was as cold as the midnight coor lights train rolling through the snow covered mountains top in west Colorado. With the moon bouncing off the snow and reflecting its beam revealing the silouette of a stranger heading east.

Box of colors

Looking at an empty box of crayola crayons laying on the living room floor. You owould see scrapes of sharpened crayons ranging from yeloow black grey and crazy colors of magenta or orange reds. How many times do you sit back and think which color represents your life. The only ones that arent uses that often would have to be3 the white crayon it never sees the pages it always stays sharp and in the box becasue who really wants to use that ciolor on a white sheet of paper. Then sometime reality comes back and hits you and you start to overestimate little stuff like what color you would be and thenyou start to think way to into it and really think am i really this color or am i just out here being a color. If i was going to take a jump out of my body and impose myself int a color i would probably be a split of orange and red. To start off why is the first question i am asked when i look at my life  and how to adjust to be a crayon who cares what color and why but that was alwasy my facvorite crayon it was the one that i sprang to that one that no one could live with out and i held it for myself when me and my brother were coloring, Its a mixture and that explains my life perfectly im a mixture of orange when y ou go out nothing combines with me nothing but one color nothing but you can combine with me nobody rhymes whi me and there is nothing out there that changes the way im spelled doesnt matter how much you try to change me or how hard you work at making me do something or coexisting with someone else i cant do it im just out on my own and orange is the way im going to live I live on the horizon and im always on my move. WHen you bring red into my life i become a little more passionate you can see the hurt out of me, the red is like key it keeps me bottled up when the red comies to me its like all the feeling all the hyurt and darkness is locked down in the basement. ALl my frights and all my nastyness is locked downt here in the basement and when red comes into my life the door is unlocked and everything is able to flow out of me like its a bursting like my body is flooded with emotions and filled with passion like i said. So red means passion red can be everything from a sun to time when we went back and you had no idea that i even exsisted. How we use to fight and how i use to call back and tried everything to keep you for myself now when i look back at the times i can see the hatred and the fire that we shared for someny thing si know i never cheated well maybe once twice but who really cares its the hatred ad red in the life for me. Its the pain its the struggles that i alsways wanted to cgo through with you because you know that when i was an orange i was just out on my own and then you saw me out on my own but you werent scared you knew that my life was alwasys lost and my sight was alwasy blurry but i wanted to be by myself

I hope its not to late

Thus is for all my enemies that see me make it big. Its for all those all folks that never understand what I'm doing with my life. This is for this for the dues that I've been paying my entire life. This is for those hater folks when they saw I made it for myself and when I went sober you bounced out on me. This is for the dude rolling up to the crib at midnight saying he needs someone to take Carr of him and I told him no problem your the reason I'm staying sober I've never had my palms read but you know when you hold up what do you see why do you want me to out on the streets starving out my stomach why do I need you if it wasn't for you I wouldn't be in the spot that I'm in and I'm gone want yo understand who I am take a look at my past when the only sober.moments in my life revolved around being floating on cloud nine you see me make that guap right now you know how I do it no no no u wouldn't trade it for the world because I'm so happy that in my life I could call you my girl when I go out and buy a new car or when I look at that car garage how can I see anything else but you in that hoodie of mine because the temperature changed in a dime and you only had on a t shirt and skirt and I was in my red T-shirt that you pick out for me we had just watched friends with benefits and knew I wanted something else from you we sat out in the rain on top of the garage arm in arm with the warm spring rain falling down you made me warm you made it perfect and that's when I fell in love with you and the moment I told you I love you I meant and I always will love cause I wouldn't trade it for the world I thought I could find love in something else I thought love would come from drugs or possecessions but nothing could replace the feeling that you gave me I've tried it all everyone and nothing compares to the moments that we use to spend just hanging out on the basketball court staring up at the skt waiting for a shooting star I haven't seen any shooting stars since the night we broke it off its like he is punishing Me and you for not being together it was the sparks that always flew b/w us and now your gone and how do I get you back how can u make it right with me I've changed and I hope its not to late I hope its not to late

Custom Writing BLEEEH

The custom writing company would be a sweet website and tool if I were rich and could afford to throw money away. I am not sure if I agreee with everything that the owner offers or deffends himself with, saying things like the world does not need assessments of writing you n eed to work on your core techniques of your job study if your a math major you would need to wrtie a paper about how amazing math has taken over your life and who was the greatest mathimaticion No i dont know think that either, but I do think that when you get out of high school and college you may be required at some point to write a paper or an interview or hell even your resume and what happens when you go to write it and are stuck because you have never developed your skills or you do not know how to sound like a profressional your application is going to get laughed at and thrown to the side. People want people who are smart you can have all the experience in the world but if you have no skills on how to look or act profressional then you wont get hire. So i do not agree that the only thing you need for your job is the skills that come along with it like if you want to be a dance major or an IT major yes 100% you need to know those subjects you need to know the history of dance or you need to know how IT or even what it is, and what better way to test you on it then to have you write it out, they are not always looking for the best essay or the best writers in the class they are just trying to test you in a way opposite of a question and answer trying to make it look like you know something not just studied for a test and then turn around and forgot it all. In the end This place is a joke and a scam in a class that is not writing first they do not expect the best from you they just want to know that you understand the content of the class.

Ideas

Walking through an empty run down mall with images and videos of when times use to be

The Bagel

The sun was shining bright with only a few clouds in the sky that day all hell almost broke loose. Just another monday afternoon we were walking across the street probably after the stop walking sign appeared but we cross the road anyways. In one hand he threw me in front of a passing car putting my life before his own, tires were squaling and horns went a blowing as his body and other hand went in panic mode. Once we arrived safely through the street Walter and I casually walked down the side without a care in the world, until we passed a strange black fellow in matching attire black suit and tie with the white undershirt passing us a brief case.Approaching the park bench Walter grabbed me and began to eat his breakfast Ouch I tried screaming out with pain to only realize my mouth was gone, and began to taste the remains of coffee and toothpaste which made his usually morning rituals. As we sat down on the park bench a nice seemingly innocent pigeon flew up beside us and being the good samaritan Walter was tore a piece of his breakfast off and threw it to him. He watch it sail by and turned back his head locking his eyes on me. My body began to quiver as Walter grasped me tighter and tighter I could feel my edges beginning to wear down a little bit and crumb in his grasp. That damn bird inched closer and closer to us taking baby step along the top edge of the bench, then dove at Walter it was something I had never seen before two things fighting over me, I mean yea my cousins had it happen to them all the time but they hung out in coffee shops and breakfast resturant but me no my whole life was spent in the grocery store just waiting for someone to pick me up. So Walter hurled me toward his briefcase clearing it I landed safely over top of it but made a rough landing bouncing across the concert and close to the curb. When the Pigeon flew to get he must of had a rough land because the last I saw of him he was on top of the case and coming right for me but never made it down. Then all of sudden Walters briefcase began to jump around up and down up and down pausing between each jump maybe a second or two and jumped right on past us. Not two seconds latter a fine looking girl, who I thought Walter should of been chasing came sprinting past us screaming her lungs out in one of those high pitch and unnesscary screams. Followed but what else but then that stupid breifcase, Walter took off trying to catch up he suit blowing in the wind and the briefcase firing off lasers right and left at everything that stood in its way blowing up a few cars and causing everyone to run and scream. Walter reached down and picked me up run me into the middle of street and just stood there until the breifcase finally saw us there together it made a beeline for us as Walter began to burn my buns over the top of a recently blown up car. Then thats when I saw it for the second time the damn pigeon had been inside of the case the whole time making a fool of the town inching closer to the pigeon Walter raised me in the air

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On a cool summer days the breeze softly flows through the open windows of the two story 1930's style ranch home my grandparents, parents and now I have grown up in. Tip toeing around dirty and clean clothes thrown a strew on the hard wood floors, reaching down I grab a T-shirt taking a big whiff my eyes begin to water, nose cringe and its flung quickly against the opposite wall. Now that my eyes are fully open the time of day become surreal, the sun no longer lingers through the shades of my east facing window, but is hanging out above the house. I begin my descend across the room arriving at my open doorway met by a swift punch to the groin by my little turd of a brother and buckle in pain falling to my knees shouting "Im gunna kick your ass when I catch up to you!" That is when the smell struck me like a freight train speeding out of control down the tracks. Immediately  my fa smile begins on my face  and the pain quickly fades away the need for a shirt is forgotten and i run down the hallway grab the banister on the stairs and fling myself around down the first five steps skip the next few and leap off the remaining seven steps like it was nothing knew. When i round the corner I see my little brother on the other side of the table with a a terrified smile one his face like he does not really know if he should be standing there but he knows that my mom is in the same room so she wont let me touch him. At the stove my mother stands with a griddle and a spatula in hand,. Set up on the table is the brown tub of country crock margarine top already off and sitting beside it butter knife resting across the top of the seemingly five pounds of margarine. Laid out beside the butter sits a clear container shape like a piece of cheese with the top open showing stacked to the brim of Kraft cheese. My mom stands there in a pair of blue jeans and an old brown tattered t shirt she got from working a summer camp about fifteen years ago and being the only pregnant worker there.  She calls out to me " Zach are you ready for some lunch," without missing a beat "of course can I help today." Grabbing the recipe I glance over it and read out what we are going to need

2 Slices of Wheat bread
Margarine of choice
2 Slices of Cheese (Kraft)
Garlic
Spatula
Butter knife
Griddle

The only ingredient not already out was the wheat bread, opening the cabinet poking around Sams Club specials of pop tarts, crunchy peanut butter, fruit snacks, and Nacho Cheese Doritos, grab the Sarah Lee Wheat Bread twist the tie off and toss it to the back side of the counter top. "Okay mom what do we do to start?" The run down of instructions followed such a broad and open ended question I just laid out for my mom.
First off we need to Pam spray the pan, throw down a spoon full of margarine and warm up the pan so the margarine takes the shape of the entire pan. Next you want to grab one piece of bread in your left head and spread the margarine evenly on the top working from the inside toward the outside in a circular motion. Turning up the heat underneath the pan plop your now evenly coated bread into the pan butter side down. Repeat the process with the second piece of bread and toss beside the first. Now we need to grab the cheese and place it on top of the first side of bread you put down. Waiting patiently until the cheese and bread become inseparable, you need to flip the first piece on top of the other. Now this is where the process becomes a little tricky, I still cannot perfect it. You have to judge how long each side will rest against the pan. Flipping back and forth to much and you wont melt your cheese but flipping not enough will cause you to toast one side of the sandwich to long. You want a evenly crispy sandwich with circular line running around the edge,  but not burnt to a crisp so much that you spend more time scrapping the burnt off than you do eating the sandwich. Once that point is met you sprinkle a little garlic on the top and around the pan flip two more time and serve cut diagonal into pieces with Doritos of your choice.
Standing over the oven a smile grew from ear to ear causing the bottoms of my teeth to peek through the empty space. The over head fan spun around faster than a figure skater landing a triple axle, stirring the combination of summer breeze and burning cheese through the kitchen. Out the kitchen window two blue jays chase each other through the falling limbs of our weeping willow. As the brown and black speckled beagles howl as they pick up the scent of an early morning rabbit that bounced moseley across the yard. My brother had now escaped the house jumped on the lawn mower and went to town on the tall dry grass of the front lawn. Scared from the noise of the lawn mower a pair of swirls launched them self from the oak tree and deep into the branches of the weeping willow never to be seen again. Sitting sown my moms slides a plate across the bar loaded with Nacho Cheese Doritos and the most beautiful and delicious Grilled cheese I had ever seen. The edges just turning black the butter was burned in a circle motion where the edge of the knife had run thin, and all the way from the inside to the out what crispy not a soft spot in the entire sandwich. Before the end of my first bite My mom yells out at me "Son Where is the stupid twist tie?'