The Story of IFThe story of IF.
My name is Owen. Ive spent the last seven years working on a new web project called internationalfriend, or IF for short. Internationalfriend is going to be a new global Internet community for people between the ages of 13 and 23.
I started on this project in Holland in 2001. Its the country where I was born and grew up, even though my passport says Im English. My mother had died after a long illness and my father bought me the domain internationalfriend.com thinking that it might provide some distraction from the hard time I was going through. Initially, I had no great plans for the website it was more a sort of entertainment for my friends and me. And, as such, it helped me cope with the loss of my mother. However, we did work out a basic concept of what I wanted to create .
In 2003, my father met a lovely Norwegian woman and the following year we moved to Oslo. For me, this was the best thing that ever happened in my life.
Teaching Colors to KidsToday I'm going to teach you about colors. What are colors? While hard to explain, think of it like this: they make our world beautiful. Let me go through the colors with you, then a little secret.
First is red. Do you know what it looks like? An apple is red. Tomatoes and ketchup are red. Those things on an oven? They turn red when they're very hot. Your shirt could be red too! Can you see colors? If not, think of being mad or shy. Your face may turn red. If you feel mad or shy, you can say that your face is red. Of course red can also mean you have a fever, so be careful!
Next is orange. It's also a fruit! Our sun, far up in the sky, is orange. Certain cheese is orange. Do you have a pet goldfish? It's orange too, so you can tell your parents how smart you are! Can't see orange? Think of Halloween, of candy! Pumpkins and candy, for example! Something nice, but also a little spooky.
Next may be tricky. Yellow is bright. If you draw the sun, make it yellow. Lemons and bananas are yello
Widow's PrideWidow’s Pride
Amy Westland, 35 had been trying to cope on her own for many months now but ever since that fateful day when she succumbed to her pride.
It all began days after her husband’s funeral; many of the farm hands had left since that fatal accident. Since then she had taken charge of the farm that once was run by her husband but there was one thing that sat on her mind every day.
She had never run the farm on her own, true is was a great achievement and she wanted to make her husband proud but running it solo was a hard job.
With her daughter helping out as much as she could and the remaining farm hands doing their best as well but in their honest opinion the farm wouldn’t survive under her hands.
It was a late Friday evening, Amy had gone down to her local pub, “The Bull’s Horns” for a few drinks but the minute she walked through the door she could hear people talking about her and the farm.
“The farm’s ruined” said one voic
The Chickadee, Plip-plop,Whisper, and BullfrogsSlender prickly tall grass sliced at my knobby eight year old chicken legs, leaving little white indentations as does a cat sharpening its claws on a stained lumpy couch. I stumbled and tripped over the terrain of jagged rocks protruding from the overgrowing dirt path. Maple leaves floated and drifted to the ground, bringing a fresh autumn scent. My brother and my dad trekked far ahead, causing me to sprint to catch up.
Before I could catch up, they suddenly paused and ceased their walking. Curious, I hurried to where they had stopped, causing the tiny remnants of a pebble to fly into my Velcro light up sneakers. My toes curled in dismay as the pebble’s remains stabbed at my foot. I arrived to the spot where they were in conversation.
“Do you think she’s ready?” my brother, Wil asked, acting smugly. “I don’t think she’s smart enough.”
“What are you talking about?” I queried, completely confused. The two glanced at each
Marysville-Pilchuck HS Shooting Prayer RequestATTENTION! IMPORTANT PRAYER ALERT AND REQUEST!
I don't know if you already heard about the Marysville-Pilchuck shouting yesterday, October 24. A freshman, a homecoming prince as well, went into the lunch room with a .40 cal. pistol and shot up a table at lunch. 2 are confirmed dead and 4 are at hospitals in critical condition. This took place in Marysville, Washington, USA.
Please pray for the victims, families of the shooter and victims, eye witnesses, and family of those who were affected in any way by this event.
I happen to live in Marysville but go to school in Arlington, so I wasn't affected as much as some of my friends and fellow youth group and church goers.
To give a current emphasis on its magnitude, all Marysville School District is shut down through Friday of this next week.
Please pray. God bless.
freaking amazingpossibly the best thing to come out of homestuck, this fanmade music video is beautiful. i present to you, mambostuck: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5L_gOBfGl2A
In the Spirt (Halloween Theme TF- Woman to Wolf)In the Spirit
It was Halloween once again, the sun was beginning to set and trick or treaters were beginning to descend on streets all were spooky costumes but not Laura Lawrence.
She was at home feeling drained beyond revival, work had been hard since the attack.
She rubbed her bandaged arm thinking back to the night in the park when a wild dog had attacked her and the bite scar she had received from it.
As the sun faded from the sky and the full moon began to rise up in the dark sky.
Lauren was just about to slip into her bed determined to try and get a goodnights sleep but before she could get to her bed she collapsed to her knees panting as everything bones and joints began to ache and crack.
Her spine violently snapped causing her to cry out in pain, she could feel every her spine click and cracking as if it was trying to realign itself or grow out of her body.
Laura gritted her teeth and muffled her cries as her spine pressed into her skin.
Beads of sweat began to drip from all o
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