Is it a fact or is it merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores the lesser known truths in the geek universe.
Have you ever had a crazy dream? I don’t mean a nightmare. I mean something bizarre, something that makes you wonder what’s really going on in your own subconscious.
•Have you ever wondered what the difference between the paranormal and supernatural was? Curious about angels, witches, warlocks, demons, or aliens? Want to know the difference between the paranormal and supernatural worlds? Hopefully all your questions will be answered.
The turn of the 19th century introduced society to the phrase “pretty as a picture” and has since adopted a wide variety of interpretive uses . In the early eighteen-hundreds the word picture was used solely to describe a visual presentation of something beautiful and little else. It was around 1900 that the phrase evolved, gaining the addition of ‘pretty as a' to further support the conceptual noun. This suggests that for there to be any type of defective picture would contradict the essence of such an expression, potentially causing trouble for the free thinking intended to occur in the target audience. The company receiving the expressive is potentially less susceptible to suchlike as the author may be. It would not be entirely unfounded to assume the author negligent in absolute knowledge and understanding of the innumerable meanings this statement parses. What's more perplexing than the former, then, is the unabashed speculative “What is wrong with this picture?” Can you picture it? What automatically came to mind when asked that of you? Perhaps you automated an answer regardless of actually seeing any such picture, forfeiting the knowledge to legitimately formulate an appropriate reasons to the question. If we consider the question “What is wrong with this picture?” concise with the exact definitive meaning from previous centuries, we must surmise the question is flawed, or an anomaly at best, and so it would not be a stretch of the imagination to conclude then that the question is suggesting that pictures are indeed beautiful and any negative interpretation is inaccurate. Perhaps it is to say rather, that beauty is largely subjective, and pretty in their own way, making it ultimately implausible for any alternative perspective.
He was set up for failure right from the start. Nobody knew it was him except for the last person on earth that he wished for. His cover was blown. Quickly he fled down the stairs into the basement and through the winding corridor to find the escape hatch. Upon swinging open the double doors he found no other than the Great Lyon staring at him. This was his last chance. He whipped out his pistol and fired a shot, but the Great Lyon was quicker. The deputy fell to the ground in a pool of crimson and dirt. Losing consciousness, he saw for the last time, the Great Lyon. Ready, to kill its prey.
Now I know I run fast, but I think this run to my bedroom was the longest. I’ve always been ackward around boys, my brothers can testify to that. My first year of high school this boy had a crush on me and when he came up to me at lunch I dropped my milk all over my pants, talk about embarrassing. So over the years, as I turned into a wolf I stay away from boys so I don’t do anything embarrassing ever again. So you may be wondering where this Bloodspool guy comes into play. My mother invited him and his family to meet me for an arranged marriage when we were just thirteen. We did hit it off pretty good and after a small date that night we kissed in my bedroom, once or twice. But afterwards he commented on my messy bedroom, and then proceeded to say I could of dressed better. So I labeled him off as a stuck up kid and moved on. His family is from the eastern end of the U.S and if they come and visit they stay for weeks because the travel is long on foot. His father is also the leader of the east and basically if I marry him I would help rule the south and east. It’s a big deal for my father especially.
The Encounter The red orb hovered above the tree line. The thick blanket of inky darkness enveloped the surrounding forest. The light from the nearby campfire provided little sense of safety. A wolf howled in the distance. The sky revealed a million pinpoints of light, each dot representing the possibility of extraterrestrials. The plot of land they chose for their makeshift campsite was isolated and bordered by the Ocala National Forest. The floating ball was a deep crimson red. The light emitted by the orb didn't flicker, it simply hung in the air, suspended like a silent century protecting the forest. Then, as unexpectedly as the light appeared it sprung to life and hopscotched across the star-studded sky where it disappeared. This is an eyewitness account of an unidentified flying object. These heavenly apparitions are real, and for years governments spanning the globe have concealed the truth about their existence, until recently.
As you know, I have given quite a few of my unpopular opinions about films by now and we are on part four of this series. I honestly do not know when this is going to end because I have quite a lot of opinions that people would consider unpopular. I also have quite a lot of opinions that people would call 'standard' - but nobody cares about standard opinions do they, of course I want you to read this. I want you to understand that there are numerous opinions about film that people would consider unpopular by many, many people. For example: did you know that Christopher Lee's favourite film that he is actually in is "The Wicker Man"? Well, it's an unpopular opinion but it's an opinion and it's his - nobody can tell him otherwise.
Mexican delegates are visiting the Commanders home. It is to create partnerships in trade and the Gilead cultural movement. The boss of the Mexican delegation, Mrs. Castillo, is a woman. She questions Offred about her experience in Gilead. at first offred thought the boss was the man next to Castillo until the commander corrected her.
Pepper? Why would I smell pepper in the middle of a mountain forest? I kept creeping between the trees trying to locate the source of the smell. It must be someone's deodorant or something because it was totally out of place. I let my nose guide me until I finally saw him.
I paced back and forth, every turn on my heels caused a creak in the floor. It was barely audible but it felt like it rang through the house. My friends were waiting but I’d never show, I know this for a fact. The whispers from my family, the odd looks, the secrets…they were coming to a close. I should be on the bus to school, I’m only fourteen but something isn’t right. Something is wrong with me…maybe my family or maybe both.
I think we can all agree that this movie was a masterpiece. Right? There are still people today that watch this movie and I absolutely understand why!
The Prince of Egypt will always stand the test of time as one of the best animated films produced (Oscar award winning for Best Original Song for 'When you Believe') that doesn't come under the Disney umbrella. The Prince of Egypt was Dreamworks' second animated film and grossed over $208 million worldwide. Not bad for a film pitch that was initially rejected by Disney!