The Door

He stepped in through the doorway. It was low and tiny so he bent over. Inside was an elegant room, decorated in a Victorian styled manner. The walls were a soft cream color lit by gentle candle light. There was a table in the center of the room. In the center of the table was a feast beyond imagining. Everything was in place. Four plates, evenly positioned at the four ends of the table. Four ends matched four chairs, but there were only three people sitting.
“Mom? Ted? Emilia? What are you guys doing here?”
“Join us, Timothy. Sit down, your mother’s been worried sick.”
He sat at the table. He was feeling uneasy and awkward. His mother looked at him with the compassion he so missed, and he smiled. They sat quietly and no one said a thing. Then, slowly, one by one, the plates were passed amongst the four. He was so happy to see his family all together: his mother, brother, and wife all in one place. He had missed them and their company. They looked at each other and picked up their forks and knives and began eating.
Timothy stabbed the hunk of turkey meat on his plate and began cutting into it. Their was a strange sound. He looked closer to find maggots on the inside. They scurried out and ran up and down his arms. His company was laughing at him. He screamed and screamed trying to brush off the maggots. They ran up and down his body, then ran into his mouth.

He stepped in through the doorway. It was low and tiny so he bent over. Inside was a field and it was on fire. He stood next to a pile of dead bodies. Each was being thrown onto the other. The stack must’ve reached five feet high. There were bodies of men and women and children. They were all smiling. What were they smiling at, he wondered? His father stood before him with a shotgun in hand.
“Timothy, there’s something we need to talk about. Your mother is dead, I killed her.”
He yelled and the fires blazed in the background. He fell to his knees and started to weep. He cried and cried. His eyes began to ache as he noticed that his tears were made of blood. He reached for his eyes and they were not there. He couldn’t see a thing, but he kept crying anyway.

He stepped in through the doorway. It was low and tiny so he bent over. Inside she was waiting for him. He was in his room and she lay upon his bed. There were rose petals scattered all over. She was naked and beckoning for him. He approached slowly. Her face was lit by the soft candle light around them. It was night time and shadows danced on the walls.
“Happy Anniversary, Timmy. I got you a little something”
She beckoned him still, and he was close. She sat up to kiss him and he closed his eyes. He heard a shout. He opened his eyes to see that she was being lifted into the air by many black hands. The shadows were trying to take her away from him. He ran towards her, but he wasn’t going anywhere. She was pulled further and further until she vanished in the darkness. He yelled and then felt a cold hand on his shoulder.
“No!”

He stepped in through the doorway. It was low and tiny so he bent over. Inside it was snowing. He saw a boy wrapped up tightly in a big winter coat. His scarf covered his mouth and his hat covered his head.
“Timothy! Come play catch with me!”
Timothy moved slowly toward the boy, who quickly ran away.
“Catch me if you can!”
The boy was laughing and running with the ball in his hand. He was having so much fun, he didn’t see that he had ran out atop a frozen lake.
“No! Ted come back!”
“C’mon you slowpo--”
The boy fell through the ice. Timothy ran as fast as he could to help his little brother. By the time he had reached the lake, the water had frozen over again leaving an invisible barrier between him and his brother. The boy screamed and thrashed underwater. He couldn’t breathe. Timothy yelled.
“Help me!”

He stepped in through the doorway. It was low and tiny so he bent over. Inside there was a plain wooden chair. In the seat of the chair sat a revolver. Timothy picked up the gun and sat down. There was nothing else in the room. He looked down the barrel and he saw a familiar face and a bright light.

Escape

Her hands pulled at the buttons of his shirt, exposing his bare chest. He reached up and grabbed her wrist.
Isnt there something more to life than just this?
She was shocked. Was he unhappy with me? I dont understand
She doesnt understand me. There has to be an answer. There must be a reason.
He was in his car, driving. She was at home crying.
I have to find it.
She lifted her hands to cover her face. She wept for herself. He was gone. Why didnt I go with him?
He put the car in park. He was in the middle of nowhere. He stood in the middle of the field. Rolling hills surrounded him. He was happy.
She shivered. It was so cold this time of year. Frost marked the windows and it was winter.
The flowers danced among him. The wind sang past his ears. His toes met the earth and he knew what he was after.
She sat at the dinner table. There was no one at the other side. Another microwaved dinner.
And so summer turns to winter and it was cold. He shivered. He was hungry and couldnt find food. He knew not of the earth and the nature. What was he to eat?
She was out to dinner, he was cute. She knew him from work. He was different than the one who left her. He wouldnt
He closed his eyes for the last time. He was starving and paralysed.
Life's funny like that

More News

The weekend was filled with much enjoyment and terror. Well, no terror, but just enjoyment. Thursday I applied for a position on the MSCtv cast (the college news program) and I got a part as script writer. Friday I came to the school in the middle of the day for our first recording. I wrote the script and we recorded. It will air this week. Other news, Momma went to Brasil last week and left us here alone for three weeks. Its more of a tragedy than it sounds like because my dad cant cook anything (or any of us for that matter) so we pretty much would go hungry if it werent for pop tarts. thats all

Regents Practice Exam

Andy Brown
English 1101
Ms. S. Aiken
October 20, 2008
Raised by Circumstance
The Brown family lineage can be traced back for centuries. It all began hundreds of years ago in Germany, but through time and circumstance, it brought them the Pennsylvania, where each child of Jack and Betty Brown (my grandfather and grandmother) went their own separate way. My father’s was the way of travel, his many travels had brought him to meet my mother in Brazil and the rest is history. In their lifetime they have had three healthy children, Andrew, Daniel, and Emily.
Being the oldest, I had many responsibilities. My parents were more in experimental stages of their lives when they had me. Since I was their first-born, my parents were often stricter, with earlier curfews and heavily enforced rules. There was obviously a higher margin of error seeing as how my parents did not know anything about raising a child.
Because of the fact that I was under tighter rules, I grew up to be very liberal. My parents were always very conservative. I always swore that I would never be a parent like they were. Although, my parents disagree with some of the decisions I have made (such as getting an earring) they are still proud of me, and I am more than happy to make them that way.
The next to be born in my family was my little brother, Daniel. After waiting six years from their previous child (because they were not sure if they could handle another me) he was born. Being second born, and thirteen months older than my even younger sister, his living conditions were a bit different than mine. He grew up a little more relaxed than I was. I was the family’s “guinea pig” and so now they were more confident. Daniel would grow up having a larger spending allowance, fewer chores, and later curfews. He would be able to get away with just about anything because he was the current youngest. Needless to say, I received a lot less attention, but that was all right because I was a bit older by then.
Daniel grew up completely differently than I did. Though he was raised in a more liberal environment, he chose to become more conservative. He always did better in school than I did, obeyed the rules better than I did, and adapted to wherever we were living at the time better than I did.
Finally, thirteen months after Daniel’s birth, my youngest sibling, Emily was born. Being the youngest and the last, Emily could get away with almost anything. My family always treasured her because she was the youngest. She has a petite body type, which would give you the illusion that she is a lot younger than she really is. She was also very cute (pale skinned, blue eyes, and dark hair), so she could talk her way out of anything.
Emily was always very aware of the fact that she could do anything and not get in trouble, so she did. She would always push the rules and see how far they would bend. This led her to develop a very liberal attitude. Unlike Daniel and I, she was also very attached to her friends, following whatever trends and fads were popular. This got her in a bit of trouble every now and then, but we would always keep her from anything too bad.
All of our personalities also differ because of the different places we lived. They also differ based on how much involvement our extended family had with us. There is more to our differences than just birth order, but birth order is a huge contributing factor. It just remains to be seen how it will affect our adult lives. Which of us will get married first? Have kids first? Have financial problems first? I guess that these are questions my parents do not look forward to answering.

something else

the angry man sits
in his prison cell
the fire man delights
in his man made hell
the sad man wishes
he was never late
for the sad man picks
his own fate
the joker laughs
at all of you
because the joker
kills himself too

paper

Andy Brown
October 8, 2008
English 1101
Comparison / Contrast
Super Differences
Every month, young adolescent boys would scurry down to their local corner stores, pockets full of change, eager for the new issue of their favorite comic book series. An all-American hero, Superman flew threw the skies fighting crime and evil to keep peace in the world. At night, the streets of Gotham city would crawl with evil. Whatever were the citizens to do without the Batman? The man of steel and the dark knight are similar in the sense that they both fight evil and keep crime off the street, but are more different in their backgrounds and origins.
“The man of tomorrow,” “the man of steel,” and “the last son of Krypton,” are all titles held by the great Superman. Originally written in 1938, after the end of World War II, the superman comic series spanned almost a thousand issues.
When trouble calls, Superman can hear it. He quickly ducks into the nearest phone booth and changes. When not in costume, he is known simply as Clark Kent, a middle class reporter for “The Daily Bugle.” He is really an alien from the planet “Krypton,” a dying planet, wrecked by Lex Luthor. Superman draws his powers from the Earth’s sun and has the abilities of super strength, super speed, super stamina, super senses, freezing breath, heat vision, x-ray vision, and flight. His main love interest is a woman named Lois Lane. Lane is a rival reporter to Kent, and madly in love Superman. Only toward the end of the series does she become aware of his true identity.
Written in 1939, a year after the Superman series started, the epic tale of the dark knight began. The Batman comic series spanned almost a thousand issues, as well as a few hundred featuring guest characters (Superman, the Flash, Wonder Woman, etc.).
When not in costume, Bruce Wayne is Gotham’s notorious playboy. At a young age, Wayne inherits a great wealth from his parents (monetarily and also a booming real estate company). He uses his wealth to have gadgets and suits especially made for him so that when the signal is used, he is ready.
Batman does have a couple noticeable differences from Superman. Batman does have a “sidekick,” Robin, boy wonder, that stays with him for the majority of the series. Another noticeable difference is that Wayne has no main love interest in the series. Finally, Batman is summoned by the Police Commissioner by a massive light that projects the image of a bat in the night sky.
Though there are noticeable differences between the two, it is impossible to determine which is better. Even though they have their differences, Superman and Batman had their own comic book series together that lasted over three hundred issues. Whatever the preference is, they are the two most well known superheroes in the world.