Making her feel more desire for him. They both loved teasing their partner, whoever it was. They loved going through the pain of waiting 'til they wanted and needed the reward, making it that much more pleasurable and worth it. Keith didn’t want to be the first one to give in, but her lips looked so perfect. These were the lips that you’d want to kiss every day and never leave them. they were small but shone with little glistening sparkles like the sunset reflecting off the ocean. They could now both feel the invulnerable spark that wanted to be lit. Remembering how the other’s breath filled them with life and giving each other glimpses of their love. They both leaned into what turned the spark into the flame.
When I was a kiddo, I enjoyed playing war outside in our five-acre land just outside of town. I imagined I was there at the beaches of Juno beach with my brave fellow Canadian soldiers fighting against the Nazis to stop the evil that was going on. Then I started to imagine myself fighting against the Taliban as a Canadian Special Forces soldier working with the allied forces. As I got older my fascination with fighting grew and I started watching military movies like, We Were Soldiers and Black Hawk Down with my Father and play video games like, Call of Duty, Halo, and Gears of War. I even wanted to join the military and fight for my country and family; to be that man that would go fight for those who couldn’t, and even for those who didn’t/don’t think “violence is the answer." I don’t either, but it is necessary to defeat the very evil that could spread across the world. Standing and fighting for something is better than not and falling on your knees.
The night had just started for the young men who had known each other since the high school days. One of the men was just one month away to committing to something—someone bigger than themselves, and a few already had. For those who were not committed, they were ready to be the next friend’s wingman, if necessary. They were getting ready for what the city nightlife had in store for them, and they knew it was going to be a good one. After a long day of paint-balling at the local field and relaxing at the pool and hot tub, all their energy saved up for the not-so-relaxing night. Just a five-minute walking distance away was a waterfront pub called Rose’s that the crew decided to get their exercise dancing at. They could hear the music calling their names, luring them in with the bass to the max. They arrived only to start the night off with a couple motivational, last-hoorah-for-being-single toasts and conversations about women and who will get married next.
Terrorism is the act committed to or outside of Canada by a person or people of a religious group, political group, or ideological purpose to instill fear into the public. One way terrorists instill fear is by causing “death or serious bodily harm by the use of violence” (Criminal Code 83.01 b.ii.A). Another way terrorists bring fear into society is by damaging private and/or public property which could also cause bodily harm or death. Canada has many ways of countering terrorism. There are different psychological theories that can (emphasis on can) help us understand the why and what makes a terrorist a terrorist.
I was sitting in the darkened corner of the diner reading the newspaper that dated October 21st, 2050, which is rare nowadays since everything has gone electronically and holographically with technology at its highest level. I had ordered two coffees and some pancakes that came with over medium eggs and bacon because they were serving breakfast 24/7. 365. They weren’t the best I’ve had, but I got my money's worth. Everything had been going just fine until a lady walked in. “I’ll just have a coffee,” she told the server at the counter in a soft yet shaken voice. She had on a short black dress and a black trench coat with her hood on. I couldn’t see her face, but when four Caucasian men came stomping in looking for a girl named Nicole, she looked at me. I saw complete terror in her beautiful green eyes with black drip streaks running down her face. When one of them turned around and saw her, the other three followed him. I couldn’t quite make out the language they were speaking to her, because it wasn’t French, Russian, English, and definitely not Japanese. Even though I didn’t know what they were saying, I could give an educated guess of what kind of words were being exchanged by the way it escalated very quickly by the tone in their voices. “That’s not very gentlemen-like, is it?” I decided to bud in.
This is the start of something new. And no that song from High School Musical did not just pop into my head :P. For real though, for the past couple of days now I felt inspired to start writing. I don't know what kind of writing I will do quite yet, but hey, taking it one day at a time. Maybe I'll be writing about what kind of food I ate for lunch that day or maybe I'll feel inspired to write a short story about the future of humanity. Either way, I think this will be a good journey for me as I, along with many others, figure out this thing called life.