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06-19-13 12:48 PM
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Xenthou :   Happy 1st year even if it isn't the exact date! I had mine awhile ago just haven't made a thread about it. I don't think I will until it's a higher number like 3 or 4.
Xenthou :   Happy 1st year even if it isn't the exact date! I had mine awhile ago just haven't made a thread about it. I don't think I will until it's a higher number like 3 or 4.
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06-17-13 03:18 PM
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  I like all of the new Batman trilogy movies. Batman in general is just awesome to me. If anyone said that he dies in the third movie to me, I keep pressing my case that he doesn't because he fixed the auto pilot on the Bat.
  I like all of the new Batman trilogy movies. Batman in general is just awesome to me. If anyone said that he dies in the third movie to me, I keep pressing my case that he doesn't because he fixed the auto pilot on the Bat.
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05-30-13 09:23 PM
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  My all time favorite commercial is the new Geico commercial with camel that asks all his co-workers (if that's what you'd call it for a camel) what day it is. He finally gets someone to say halfheartedly "hump day" and then he walks away saying "Huuuump Daaaaay!!!"
  My all time favorite commercial is the new Geico commercial with camel that asks all his co-workers (if that's what you'd call it for a camel) what day it is. He finally gets someone to say halfheartedly "hump day" and then he walks away saying "Huuuump Daaaaay!!!"
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05-30-13 09:00 PM
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BluemageKyle :    Your welcome. Anytime Kyle.
BluemageKyle :    Your welcome. Anytime Kyle.
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05-30-13 03:05 PM
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DittoDude44 :    No it is not Umbreon or Espeon. This a rather new Pokémon.
DittoDude44 :    No it is not Umbreon or Espeon. This a rather new Pokémon.
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05-30-13 03:02 PM
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BluemageKyle :    I think that suicide is never the answer. Talk to your mom about what's happening and tell her (when step dad isn't around) all about the things he's doing to you and how that makes you feel. I'd advise telling her about the suicide attempt, because if she is willing to listen then she should go to war over your safety. --> like a mother bear. I believe you are and will be a great musician and you should be proud to be Russian.
BluemageKyle :    I think that suicide is never the answer. Talk to your mom about what's happening and tell her (when step dad isn't around) all about the things he's doing to you and how that makes you feel. I'd advise telling her about the suicide attempt, because if she is willing to listen then she should go to war over your safety. --> like a mother bear. I believe you are and will be a great musician and you should be proud to be Russian.
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05-29-13 07:11 PM
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  Okay, I've been away from this thread too long so I'm going to go. 
 
My body is composed of two dark colors while the topmost section of my head shimmers like a rainbow of color. Who am I?
  Okay, I've been away from this thread too long so I'm going to go. 
 
My body is composed of two dark colors while the topmost section of my head shimmers like a rainbow of color. Who am I?
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05-18-13 11:45 AM
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Singelli :    Thanks! I will eventually find someone who will be able to help with your 3ds. I look forward to battling you too. Nice to hear your mom like my stir fry recipe. What stories do you write. I write whatever fiction idea comes to mind, but I don't write often. And sometimes it may contain Magykal ideas like wizards and werewolves.
Singelli :    Thanks! I will eventually find someone who will be able to help with your 3ds. I look forward to battling you too. Nice to hear your mom like my stir fry recipe. What stories do you write. I write whatever fiction idea comes to mind, but I don't write often. And sometimes it may contain Magykal ideas like wizards and werewolves.
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05-17-13 09:04 PM
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  I was shocked at the title, but as soon as I read your actual post it made sense to me. In my Sophomore English class we just today did a RP involving the topic of child soldiers and so we held a fake UN meeting in class. I don't think what the teacher did was wrong since it sounds like he/she just wanted to know the kids' opinions on this topic whether or not they had a choice on it. The teacher's quote sounds a lot like how our RP went today---the teacher just wanted to know how we would feel in this situation and how we would respond to something like this.
  I was shocked at the title, but as soon as I read your actual post it made sense to me. In my Sophomore English class we just today did a RP involving the topic of child soldiers and so we held a fake UN meeting in class. I don't think what the teacher did was wrong since it sounds like he/she just wanted to know the kids' opinions on this topic whether or not they had a choice on it. The teacher's quote sounds a lot like how our RP went today---the teacher just wanted to know how we would feel in this situation and how we would respond to something like this.
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05-17-13 08:56 PM
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mohammedroxx3 :    Yes, I agree. Onions and garlic by themselves are gross, but if you use a tiny bit of either one or both to flavor your food (say meat); you can't even taste it because it has been cooked.
mohammedroxx3 :    Yes, I agree. Onions and garlic by themselves are gross, but if you use a tiny bit of either one or both to flavor your food (say meat); you can't even taste it because it has been cooked.
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05-14-13 04:28 PM
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soldierboi159 :    No, learning a second language can be easy and fun. It is as hard as you make it. This year I'm just now learning Spanish and I find that if you pay attention to what you are learning and apply what you learn in little self quizzes then you'll be fine. Think of fun things to go hand in hand with what you are learning to help you remember something even if it isn't that hard.
soldierboi159 :    No, learning a second language can be easy and fun. It is as hard as you make it. This year I'm just now learning Spanish and I find that if you pay attention to what you are learning and apply what you learn in little self quizzes then you'll be fine. Think of fun things to go hand in hand with what you are learning to help you remember something even if it isn't that hard.
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04-30-13 04:24 PM
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  Mine would be called The Magma Ball. It works best on fire types but can function as a normal Ultra Ball. It would kind of look like the picture below:






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  Mine would be called The Magma Ball. It works best on fire types but can function as a normal Ultra Ball. It would kind of look like the picture below:






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04-29-13 08:19 PM
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  First question: I believe that Hulk would win because of the sheer power he possesses.
 Second question: Batman all the way! Batman is way cooler than Superman any day. You know why? A: Because he's batman!! That last part is a quote from the "How the dark knight should have ended." youtube video. This also includes every other how it should have ended video with superman and batman chillin in the super cafe.
 Bonus: I have never watched any Iron Man videos but I will assume that it'll be good. 
  First question: I believe that Hulk would win because of the sheer power he possesses.
 Second question: Batman all the way! Batman is way cooler than Superman any day. You know why? A: Because he's batman!! That last part is a quote from the "How the dark knight should have ended." youtube video. This also includes every other how it should have ended video with superman and batman chillin in the super cafe.
 Bonus: I have never watched any Iron Man videos but I will assume that it'll be good. 
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04-21-13 09:51 PM
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  This is the second installment of my story: The Werewolf of Frost Spire Mountain. People that may like this: iNoo8:

Shadow Wolf changed into his human shape; a weather-beaten looking man with just a hint of stubble on his chin. It was definitely still him. At least he took care of himself while he was in the mountains for years.


Shadow Wolf came into the light and saw, to his own astonishment, that the woman standing in front of him looked like a spitting image of his supposedly dead wife. She can’t be, can she. He thought.


“Daniel? Is that you? I thought you were dead all of this time, but I still clung to the hope that you were still alive.” She said.


“How do you know my name? I’ve been in the mountains for a long time. You must be confused because the Wizard Council killed my family.” Daniel said.


“There you are! I was so worried about you.” She stated.


“Mom, I only went to Lucius’s place and then into the woods. Here’s the money for taking bottles down mountain.” Dylan said changing back into human shape.


“Who’s your friend?” She said out of the blue.


Dylan sighed. “Come on out Old Wolf.” Dylan said exasperated.


“For your information, I’m called Shadow Wolf. Pardon me for my rudeness Madam, but I needed to know where this boy lived as he is to become my apprentice.” Shadow Wolf said.


Dylan’s mother heard him, but she wasn’t listening. Memories flooded back to her when Dylan was just a little boy and his father was being run out of town by the Wizard Council. The last thing he told her was to not worry. That he’d be safe in the woods and that he was now to be known by his wolf name: Shadow Wolf. The last she heard of him was his mournful howl. Until now, she had thought that the Wizard Council caught up to him and killed him.


Dylan was amazed at the bitterness in the older wolf’s voice. However, he was eager to know more magic and to be stronger.


“Unfortunately, since we only are able to use green magic, I can only teach you simple defense, healing, and attack charms. Very basic.” The older wolf told him.


“That’s alright, but I should be getting home now.” Dylan told the wolf.


“Understandable. However, I want to know where you live so if I need you immediately I can find you easily.” The wolf replied.


“Sure, but don’t go stalking me or my family. And we’re cool right. No slitting my throat while I sleep, right?” Dylan asked suspiciously.


“Yeah, we’re cool. I said I won’t hurt you. It’s safe down in the city, right?” The older wolf asked.


They charged down mountain, an odd pair. An adult wolf running a little bit behind Dylan, wondering what really happened to his family. They were dead, he was sure of it and that’s why he lives in seclusion up at the cabin.


 “Sure is. The Wizard Council doesn’t mess with the people unless the people mess with them. They don’t pay much attention to the city anyway. The street gangs rule the streets. I’m leader of the Furs and my friend is the leader of the Claws. Our groups get along and protect the city from any danger. Even the baby blueblood wizardlings that pass through don’t mess with us. When either group has a surplus of food we barter and trade with the other group and save it for exceptionally hard winters.” Dylan explained.


“Good. I might be able to return to Southbridge for awhile.” The older wolf said.


The pair trot slowly into town and Dylan leads the way to his house. Oh no, thought Dylan. ‘Oh no’ is right because Dylan’s mother is standing right outside the house peering into the dark woods trying to locate her son. And she doesn’t look too happy either.


“Dylan! Dylan, I know you’re here! I may not be a wolf anymore, but I still have some of my old sense of smell!” His mother yelled into the woods.


Reluctantly, Dylan decided to come out of the woods. He padded up slowly to her whining for forgiveness.



Previously on The Werewolf of Frost Spire Mountain: (And continuation)



The other wolf thinks this youngster is trying to invade his territory. Not on my watch. Not after I’ve been chased out once before from the only home I knew, thought the older wolf.


With a snarl that showed off many razor sharp fangs, the older wolf launched itself down off the extremely tall cliff, known as Dive Rock, kicking off the side of the rock wall whenever he’s about to smash into it. It’s almost like he was flying. Some wolves would consider this a suicide attempt, but he’s not a young wolf anymore and he’s had considerable practice, especially when hunters came looking for him on behalf of the Wizard Council.


Dylan was frozen to his spot by fear. This is my first battle, he thought. Then he came back to the real world and realized that this wolf was going to kill him. Not if Dylan had something to say about it. Not without a fight.


While the older wolf was still in flight, Dylan charged forward with a snarl and climbed the slope to Dive Rock with superhuman speed and agility. Just before they collided the older wolf launched himself off the cliff face when he came in close to it again. He was high up in the air like an eagle while Dylan was still charging ahead.


“Blood of the Demon.” Dylan swore. He flipped around and soared through the air just as his father had done when his own father was teaching him the trick as a young wolf.


He learns fast, thought the older wolf who was amazed that the youngster did that on a dime without having any practice at all.


“Fine, but I won’t be able to come to the cabin every day and sometimes it’s just me at home and I might need a place to stay until my Mam comes home.” Dylan explained.


“That’s understandable. You may stay with me whenever you want. Is your mam a wolf? You had to have gotten the wolf from one of your parents.” He asked.


“No, not anymore. She was but gave it up to raise me. She took rowan to kill her wolf. And my father was a police chief; leader of the police pack. But he was run out of town awhile ago and the rest of the pack was killed.” Dylan stated.


“Huh, strange. I had a family once too. A wife and two beautiful kids. The wife didn’t want the werewolf lifestyle for our kids so she took rowan to dampen down the magic and got rid of the wolf inside her. I missed so much of my kids’ lives and the oldest one’s eyes were just beginning to turn a light shade of blue when the Wizard Council ran me out of town. But no of that matters anymore because my family is dead. One day I’ll kill everyone in the entire Wizard Council.” The older wolf said.



 He looks like me when I was a pup. Except for the piercing eyes, he continues.


Since Dylan is younger and therefore stronger; he launches himself with more power and soars higher and faster than the older wolf. He landed on top of the older wolf midair and their combined weight pulled them to the ground.  They landed with a hard thud and rolled for a bit. If they didn’t roll they surely would have broken something. As it is, the move was a foolish one on Dylan’s because he could have broken his neck or killed them both.


The older wolf was the first to get up, but when he came over to sniff the younger wolf Dylan twitched and tried to get up. Something about Dylan’s scent was familiar to the older wolf, however, he couldn't’t place it. The older wolf knew he should have bitten his throat and killed him already, for invading his territory, but he couldn't’t bring himself to do it probably because the invader had only just manifested, he may be valuable, or he felt sorry for him.


At that instant, Dylan struggled to his paws still meaning to know why the older wolf was so keen on attacking him and why he wasn’t dead yet. Mam would be so worried about his safety, but I have to figure this out; he thought.


“Rise, challenger and face your punishment.” The older wolf ordered.


“Why am I not dead? You should have killed me by now.” Dylan stated weakly.


“I’m not sure exactly, but something about your scent is familiar to me, but I don’t remember where I’ve seen you before. You kind of look like me when I was a pup too. Besides you might be valuable to me one day.” He said.


“I’ll never work for you. I already have one employer and I’m not looking for another. I’m just trying to get to that cabin.” Dylan growled.


“A darn shame then, because you’re looking at the wolf who owns that cabin and you aren’t taking it from me without a fight. Too bad too because I know you have a Mam somewhere that’ll worry if you don’t come home. Ever. The older wolf snarled back.


“You may own that cabin, but leave me and my Mam out of it. Is there anyone else that lives with you in the cabin?” Dylan asked.


“No, it is only me. Also I think I can train you. You see if you work on your skills of strength and all that as well as your magical abilities, you’ll be unstoppable.” The older wolf said.


  This is the second installment of my story: The Werewolf of Frost Spire Mountain. People that may like this: iNoo8:

Shadow Wolf changed into his human shape; a weather-beaten looking man with just a hint of stubble on his chin. It was definitely still him. At least he took care of himself while he was in the mountains for years.


Shadow Wolf came into the light and saw, to his own astonishment, that the woman standing in front of him looked like a spitting image of his supposedly dead wife. She can’t be, can she. He thought.


“Daniel? Is that you? I thought you were dead all of this time, but I still clung to the hope that you were still alive.” She said.


“How do you know my name? I’ve been in the mountains for a long time. You must be confused because the Wizard Council killed my family.” Daniel said.


“There you are! I was so worried about you.” She stated.


“Mom, I only went to Lucius’s place and then into the woods. Here’s the money for taking bottles down mountain.” Dylan said changing back into human shape.


“Who’s your friend?” She said out of the blue.


Dylan sighed. “Come on out Old Wolf.” Dylan said exasperated.


“For your information, I’m called Shadow Wolf. Pardon me for my rudeness Madam, but I needed to know where this boy lived as he is to become my apprentice.” Shadow Wolf said.


Dylan’s mother heard him, but she wasn’t listening. Memories flooded back to her when Dylan was just a little boy and his father was being run out of town by the Wizard Council. The last thing he told her was to not worry. That he’d be safe in the woods and that he was now to be known by his wolf name: Shadow Wolf. The last she heard of him was his mournful howl. Until now, she had thought that the Wizard Council caught up to him and killed him.


Dylan was amazed at the bitterness in the older wolf’s voice. However, he was eager to know more magic and to be stronger.


“Unfortunately, since we only are able to use green magic, I can only teach you simple defense, healing, and attack charms. Very basic.” The older wolf told him.


“That’s alright, but I should be getting home now.” Dylan told the wolf.


“Understandable. However, I want to know where you live so if I need you immediately I can find you easily.” The wolf replied.


“Sure, but don’t go stalking me or my family. And we’re cool right. No slitting my throat while I sleep, right?” Dylan asked suspiciously.


“Yeah, we’re cool. I said I won’t hurt you. It’s safe down in the city, right?” The older wolf asked.


They charged down mountain, an odd pair. An adult wolf running a little bit behind Dylan, wondering what really happened to his family. They were dead, he was sure of it and that’s why he lives in seclusion up at the cabin.


 “Sure is. The Wizard Council doesn’t mess with the people unless the people mess with them. They don’t pay much attention to the city anyway. The street gangs rule the streets. I’m leader of the Furs and my friend is the leader of the Claws. Our groups get along and protect the city from any danger. Even the baby blueblood wizardlings that pass through don’t mess with us. When either group has a surplus of food we barter and trade with the other group and save it for exceptionally hard winters.” Dylan explained.


“Good. I might be able to return to Southbridge for awhile.” The older wolf said.


The pair trot slowly into town and Dylan leads the way to his house. Oh no, thought Dylan. ‘Oh no’ is right because Dylan’s mother is standing right outside the house peering into the dark woods trying to locate her son. And she doesn’t look too happy either.


“Dylan! Dylan, I know you’re here! I may not be a wolf anymore, but I still have some of my old sense of smell!” His mother yelled into the woods.


Reluctantly, Dylan decided to come out of the woods. He padded up slowly to her whining for forgiveness.



Previously on The Werewolf of Frost Spire Mountain: (And continuation)



The other wolf thinks this youngster is trying to invade his territory. Not on my watch. Not after I’ve been chased out once before from the only home I knew, thought the older wolf.


With a snarl that showed off many razor sharp fangs, the older wolf launched itself down off the extremely tall cliff, known as Dive Rock, kicking off the side of the rock wall whenever he’s about to smash into it. It’s almost like he was flying. Some wolves would consider this a suicide attempt, but he’s not a young wolf anymore and he’s had considerable practice, especially when hunters came looking for him on behalf of the Wizard Council.


Dylan was frozen to his spot by fear. This is my first battle, he thought. Then he came back to the real world and realized that this wolf was going to kill him. Not if Dylan had something to say about it. Not without a fight.


While the older wolf was still in flight, Dylan charged forward with a snarl and climbed the slope to Dive Rock with superhuman speed and agility. Just before they collided the older wolf launched himself off the cliff face when he came in close to it again. He was high up in the air like an eagle while Dylan was still charging ahead.


“Blood of the Demon.” Dylan swore. He flipped around and soared through the air just as his father had done when his own father was teaching him the trick as a young wolf.


He learns fast, thought the older wolf who was amazed that the youngster did that on a dime without having any practice at all.


“Fine, but I won’t be able to come to the cabin every day and sometimes it’s just me at home and I might need a place to stay until my Mam comes home.” Dylan explained.


“That’s understandable. You may stay with me whenever you want. Is your mam a wolf? You had to have gotten the wolf from one of your parents.” He asked.


“No, not anymore. She was but gave it up to raise me. She took rowan to kill her wolf. And my father was a police chief; leader of the police pack. But he was run out of town awhile ago and the rest of the pack was killed.” Dylan stated.


“Huh, strange. I had a family once too. A wife and two beautiful kids. The wife didn’t want the werewolf lifestyle for our kids so she took rowan to dampen down the magic and got rid of the wolf inside her. I missed so much of my kids’ lives and the oldest one’s eyes were just beginning to turn a light shade of blue when the Wizard Council ran me out of town. But no of that matters anymore because my family is dead. One day I’ll kill everyone in the entire Wizard Council.” The older wolf said.



 He looks like me when I was a pup. Except for the piercing eyes, he continues.


Since Dylan is younger and therefore stronger; he launches himself with more power and soars higher and faster than the older wolf. He landed on top of the older wolf midair and their combined weight pulled them to the ground.  They landed with a hard thud and rolled for a bit. If they didn’t roll they surely would have broken something. As it is, the move was a foolish one on Dylan’s because he could have broken his neck or killed them both.


The older wolf was the first to get up, but when he came over to sniff the younger wolf Dylan twitched and tried to get up. Something about Dylan’s scent was familiar to the older wolf, however, he couldn't’t place it. The older wolf knew he should have bitten his throat and killed him already, for invading his territory, but he couldn't’t bring himself to do it probably because the invader had only just manifested, he may be valuable, or he felt sorry for him.


At that instant, Dylan struggled to his paws still meaning to know why the older wolf was so keen on attacking him and why he wasn’t dead yet. Mam would be so worried about his safety, but I have to figure this out; he thought.


“Rise, challenger and face your punishment.” The older wolf ordered.


“Why am I not dead? You should have killed me by now.” Dylan stated weakly.


“I’m not sure exactly, but something about your scent is familiar to me, but I don’t remember where I’ve seen you before. You kind of look like me when I was a pup too. Besides you might be valuable to me one day.” He said.


“I’ll never work for you. I already have one employer and I’m not looking for another. I’m just trying to get to that cabin.” Dylan growled.


“A darn shame then, because you’re looking at the wolf who owns that cabin and you aren’t taking it from me without a fight. Too bad too because I know you have a Mam somewhere that’ll worry if you don’t come home. Ever. The older wolf snarled back.


“You may own that cabin, but leave me and my Mam out of it. Is there anyone else that lives with you in the cabin?” Dylan asked.


“No, it is only me. Also I think I can train you. You see if you work on your skills of strength and all that as well as your magical abilities, you’ll be unstoppable.” The older wolf said.


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  This is the 1st part of a fairly long story I am working on. NO negativity please. I hope you enjoy it. The other parts will be put in this thread too so stay tuned. 

 

The Werewolf of Frost Spire Mountain


It was a dark and stormy night when the baby was born. This boy is to be the savior of everything he will come to know. A sky shattering crack of thunder can be heard outside the hospital where the mother is giving birth to the boy. He is named Dylan meaning “son of the sea”. The clouds blot out the thick crescent of moon cloaking the surrounding area in shadows. Dylan is born with a mark on his arm. The doctors claim it’s just a birthmark, but his mother knows better.


It is the Sign of the Moon; a wolf against a rising moon. Dylan’s grandfather had the same mark, but because of the mixing of blood lines not everyone gets the mark. The mark of the werewolf; whether you interpret it as a gift or a curse is your opinion.


Dylan grows just like any other kid and does all the things that normal kids can do. He almost forgets he has the Sign of the Moon on his wrist, until his 15th birthday. He and his friend, Beau, went swimming one day and decided who could stay on the bottom of the pool the longest. Dylan won thanks to his wolf powers he still knows nothing about. Beau is a human and will only know about the wolf if Dylan decides to tell him.


Later that night, he felt a burning sensation on his birthmark. When he pulled back his sleeve to examine the mark, he was mystified with what he saw. The Sign of the Moon on his flesh was glowing a sickly yellow color and burning all the same.


“Mom! Take a look at this! My scar is burning.” He told her.


“So it has finally started.” She answered after seeing his glowing scar.


“What has finally started? What are you talking about?” he asked.


“The Sign of the Moon is the mark of the werewolf, Dylan. I have kept the truth from you all this time, hoping that you might not manifest. I was wrong.” She said.


“N-No, I can’t be a werewolf. It’s not possible.” He stammered.


“Yes, you are because impossible is nothing.” Your father and I were once werewolves and you are now one too.” She replied.


“That’s another thing. Where is my father and why hasn’t he been here for the majority of my life?” He asked.


“As I said, your father and I were werewolves. I gave up that part of myself when I became pregnant with you because I didn’t want this life for you. I drank Rowan bark every night under a full moon and instead of glowing my mark started to disappear because rowan helps to dampen down the magic that flows through us as well as wizards. Your father was a police officer and part of a pack that took in criminals of all kinds with their heightened skills. But the wizards didn’t like that since a lot of the crooks were wizards with taste for the dark side. He took in wizards and the Wizard Council hired wizard assassins because they are the ones with authority over the police. The assassins cornered them and killed most of them, but not your father. He was the pack leader and therefore the strongest. He killed some of the wizards and vowed revenge on the Wizard Council. They ran him out of town with the threat that they were going to kill us if he didn’t.” She explained.


“He ran away?” Dylan asked shocked.


“Not without good reason.” His mother said.


“I’ll kill them for what they did to him. It’s because of him and the rest of the police force that the town is safe.” He exploded.


“No you will not! If you even go near the Council they will know who you are and they won’t hesitate to kill you. Your father was also a rebel leader, Dylan. He spent most of his life and yours fighting an endless war. Do you understand?”


“Yes.” He said brokenhearted.


“Don’t worry. He will return one day when he feels it’s safe again. For now he resides in a hunting cabin on Frost Spire Mountain.” She said.


Hmm…The hunting cabin. Maybe after marching band season I’ll get a job carrying product for Lucius Fox and go visit this cabin. Memories flooded back to him of going hunting with and playing in the woods with his dad at a young age when his eyes were just beginning to change colors.


Each werewolf has a different color of eyes when he or she manifests. His father had bright gold eyes; the most common for werewolves. Sometimes, the color of either parent will be passed from them to child, but not for Dylan. His mother has bright violet eyes, however, when Dylan just started to manifest before his wolf came his eyes turned to bright cerulean blue eyes.


At his school, there is also a large variety of different kinds of students. There are the normal humans, werewolves, wizards, and healers. The wealthier wizard houses and families send their kids to private tutors for teaching them charmcasting. Dylan is among friends in the band, which in itself is a collection of the different factions of the school. Some of his friends are wizards that will teach him simple charms that wolves can handle. The magic in Dylan isn’t high magic, the magic that wizards learn, but wolves have earth magic in them; allowing them to perform simple charms.


In the weeks before school, Dylan decides to follow through with his plan of visiting the cabin after he finishes his delivery of Lucius’s drink at the Southbridge market. When he gets the Lucius’s money he begins the ascent up mountain again. Putting the coin purse in his carry bag, he slings it over his shoulder and morphs into the wolf, his fur growing over his clothes and under his bag so they don’t rip.  


Dylan takes off running through the streets and onto the wilderness path that will take him past Lucius Fox’s place. There’s a secret path that only his errand boys and himself know about to keep away unwanted visitors. It isn’t an uncommon sight to see a wolf that’s bigger than a full grown human at shoulder length running through the streets. Some of the notorious street gangs are made up entirely of werewolves.


He turns off the secret road to Lucius’s house and changes back and walks to the door.


“Lucius! Are you there Lucius!.” Dylan said.


“Who is it!” Lucius demanded. Lucius is also blind so it’s hard for him to trust people sometimes.


 “Lucius, it’s me. I brought you your money for the product.” Dylan explained. Dylan pushes the door open saying hello to Lucius’s dog, Wolfie.


“Ah, Boy!” Lucius said happily. He calls everyone that he hires ‘Boy’ because being blind he doesn’t need to really care about names, but just because he is doesn’t mean he can’t find his way around the mountain. It’s kind of like he has the second sight.


“Glad you’re here, Dylan. I was looking for someone to go fishing with.” He said.


“Sorry Lucius. Not tonight, I’ve got somewhere to be. Maybe another time okay.” Dylan replied.


“Suit yourself, Boy. I’m gonna catch myself some dinner.” He went on. Lucius always ate what he caught himself in the river by his house. Lucius gave him a nice fat purse as payment. “Here’s your money, for brining my product. Make sure your Mam and little brother get it. They’ll need it when it when winter comes and the crops are all gone.” Lucius said.


“Thanks, Lucius.” Dylan replied; slipping the purse in his carry bag and heading for the door wondering how Lucius seems to know everything when he lives a ways from the city.


Dylan changes back and takes off up mountain to the denser part of the forest. He knows the way by heart after being with his dad up here multiple times. It was some of the more happier times Dylan’s had. The altitude of the mountain makes it colder even though it’s the middle of summer. That’s one of the reasons why this mountain is called Frost Spire Mountain. Thanks to the wolf’s thick pelt, Dylan barely even feels it.


By the time he sees the cabin in the distance, night has almost fallen. Mam would be worried if he didn’t come home for dinner soon. Just then he stops dead in his tracks. A lone wolf is howling on the rocky outcropping that Dylan and his dad would stand on to watch the deer herds.


He looked up at the outcropping. What Dylan sees next chills him to his very bones. The lone wolf was slightly bigger than him with a solid grey coat, compared to Dylan’s own pelt that was as dark as night. He also was looking straight at him with piercing golden eyes.


The other wolf thinks this youngster is trying to invade his territory. Not on my watch. Not after I’ve been chased out once before from the only home I knew, thought the older wolf.

  This is the 1st part of a fairly long story I am working on. NO negativity please. I hope you enjoy it. The other parts will be put in this thread too so stay tuned. 

 

The Werewolf of Frost Spire Mountain


It was a dark and stormy night when the baby was born. This boy is to be the savior of everything he will come to know. A sky shattering crack of thunder can be heard outside the hospital where the mother is giving birth to the boy. He is named Dylan meaning “son of the sea”. The clouds blot out the thick crescent of moon cloaking the surrounding area in shadows. Dylan is born with a mark on his arm. The doctors claim it’s just a birthmark, but his mother knows better.


It is the Sign of the Moon; a wolf against a rising moon. Dylan’s grandfather had the same mark, but because of the mixing of blood lines not everyone gets the mark. The mark of the werewolf; whether you interpret it as a gift or a curse is your opinion.


Dylan grows just like any other kid and does all the things that normal kids can do. He almost forgets he has the Sign of the Moon on his wrist, until his 15th birthday. He and his friend, Beau, went swimming one day and decided who could stay on the bottom of the pool the longest. Dylan won thanks to his wolf powers he still knows nothing about. Beau is a human and will only know about the wolf if Dylan decides to tell him.


Later that night, he felt a burning sensation on his birthmark. When he pulled back his sleeve to examine the mark, he was mystified with what he saw. The Sign of the Moon on his flesh was glowing a sickly yellow color and burning all the same.


“Mom! Take a look at this! My scar is burning.” He told her.


“So it has finally started.” She answered after seeing his glowing scar.


“What has finally started? What are you talking about?” he asked.


“The Sign of the Moon is the mark of the werewolf, Dylan. I have kept the truth from you all this time, hoping that you might not manifest. I was wrong.” She said.


“N-No, I can’t be a werewolf. It’s not possible.” He stammered.


“Yes, you are because impossible is nothing.” Your father and I were once werewolves and you are now one too.” She replied.


“That’s another thing. Where is my father and why hasn’t he been here for the majority of my life?” He asked.


“As I said, your father and I were werewolves. I gave up that part of myself when I became pregnant with you because I didn’t want this life for you. I drank Rowan bark every night under a full moon and instead of glowing my mark started to disappear because rowan helps to dampen down the magic that flows through us as well as wizards. Your father was a police officer and part of a pack that took in criminals of all kinds with their heightened skills. But the wizards didn’t like that since a lot of the crooks were wizards with taste for the dark side. He took in wizards and the Wizard Council hired wizard assassins because they are the ones with authority over the police. The assassins cornered them and killed most of them, but not your father. He was the pack leader and therefore the strongest. He killed some of the wizards and vowed revenge on the Wizard Council. They ran him out of town with the threat that they were going to kill us if he didn’t.” She explained.


“He ran away?” Dylan asked shocked.


“Not without good reason.” His mother said.


“I’ll kill them for what they did to him. It’s because of him and the rest of the police force that the town is safe.” He exploded.


“No you will not! If you even go near the Council they will know who you are and they won’t hesitate to kill you. Your father was also a rebel leader, Dylan. He spent most of his life and yours fighting an endless war. Do you understand?”


“Yes.” He said brokenhearted.


“Don’t worry. He will return one day when he feels it’s safe again. For now he resides in a hunting cabin on Frost Spire Mountain.” She said.


Hmm…The hunting cabin. Maybe after marching band season I’ll get a job carrying product for Lucius Fox and go visit this cabin. Memories flooded back to him of going hunting with and playing in the woods with his dad at a young age when his eyes were just beginning to change colors.


Each werewolf has a different color of eyes when he or she manifests. His father had bright gold eyes; the most common for werewolves. Sometimes, the color of either parent will be passed from them to child, but not for Dylan. His mother has bright violet eyes, however, when Dylan just started to manifest before his wolf came his eyes turned to bright cerulean blue eyes.


At his school, there is also a large variety of different kinds of students. There are the normal humans, werewolves, wizards, and healers. The wealthier wizard houses and families send their kids to private tutors for teaching them charmcasting. Dylan is among friends in the band, which in itself is a collection of the different factions of the school. Some of his friends are wizards that will teach him simple charms that wolves can handle. The magic in Dylan isn’t high magic, the magic that wizards learn, but wolves have earth magic in them; allowing them to perform simple charms.


In the weeks before school, Dylan decides to follow through with his plan of visiting the cabin after he finishes his delivery of Lucius’s drink at the Southbridge market. When he gets the Lucius’s money he begins the ascent up mountain again. Putting the coin purse in his carry bag, he slings it over his shoulder and morphs into the wolf, his fur growing over his clothes and under his bag so they don’t rip.  


Dylan takes off running through the streets and onto the wilderness path that will take him past Lucius Fox’s place. There’s a secret path that only his errand boys and himself know about to keep away unwanted visitors. It isn’t an uncommon sight to see a wolf that’s bigger than a full grown human at shoulder length running through the streets. Some of the notorious street gangs are made up entirely of werewolves.


He turns off the secret road to Lucius’s house and changes back and walks to the door.


“Lucius! Are you there Lucius!.” Dylan said.


“Who is it!” Lucius demanded. Lucius is also blind so it’s hard for him to trust people sometimes.


 “Lucius, it’s me. I brought you your money for the product.” Dylan explained. Dylan pushes the door open saying hello to Lucius’s dog, Wolfie.


“Ah, Boy!” Lucius said happily. He calls everyone that he hires ‘Boy’ because being blind he doesn’t need to really care about names, but just because he is doesn’t mean he can’t find his way around the mountain. It’s kind of like he has the second sight.


“Glad you’re here, Dylan. I was looking for someone to go fishing with.” He said.


“Sorry Lucius. Not tonight, I’ve got somewhere to be. Maybe another time okay.” Dylan replied.


“Suit yourself, Boy. I’m gonna catch myself some dinner.” He went on. Lucius always ate what he caught himself in the river by his house. Lucius gave him a nice fat purse as payment. “Here’s your money, for brining my product. Make sure your Mam and little brother get it. They’ll need it when it when winter comes and the crops are all gone.” Lucius said.


“Thanks, Lucius.” Dylan replied; slipping the purse in his carry bag and heading for the door wondering how Lucius seems to know everything when he lives a ways from the city.


Dylan changes back and takes off up mountain to the denser part of the forest. He knows the way by heart after being with his dad up here multiple times. It was some of the more happier times Dylan’s had. The altitude of the mountain makes it colder even though it’s the middle of summer. That’s one of the reasons why this mountain is called Frost Spire Mountain. Thanks to the wolf’s thick pelt, Dylan barely even feels it.


By the time he sees the cabin in the distance, night has almost fallen. Mam would be worried if he didn’t come home for dinner soon. Just then he stops dead in his tracks. A lone wolf is howling on the rocky outcropping that Dylan and his dad would stand on to watch the deer herds.


He looked up at the outcropping. What Dylan sees next chills him to his very bones. The lone wolf was slightly bigger than him with a solid grey coat, compared to Dylan’s own pelt that was as dark as night. He also was looking straight at him with piercing golden eyes.


The other wolf thinks this youngster is trying to invade his territory. Not on my watch. Not after I’ve been chased out once before from the only home I knew, thought the older wolf.

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BtotheH :   Thanks! I really appreciate it. I feel that it's slightly hard to first start but once I find a topic and get it going the words just pour out. I usually only do short stories; the longest being my Spinosaurus vs. T-rex paper.
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  So this is my story I wrote for my Zoology class. It is originally in a newspaper format and is about an arthropod with three combined arthropod attributes. Please Enjoy No negativity allowed.


Arthropod Assassin: A Fight for World Peace


   There are some people who say that there is a secret organization in the military that does strange experiments on animals and people to try and rid the world of evil; by any means necessary. People also say the secret organization knows things that ordinary citizens do not; like a real cure for cancer or the confirmation that aliens exist. Well, this group does exist. They are called The League of Shadows and they do take part in mutations of animals to suit their purposes. If, however, during a mission a member fails to deliver or do their assigned task; then they are at risk for a mutation. Most specimens die, but occasionally there are a few individuals who are strong enough to survive and become a better League of Shadows member. Now the mission is to find three strong enough animals that will become ‘Spy Flies’ to spy on the enemies of The League to make the world a safer place. Wolves are often used, as well as bats and messenger rats, but this time the top member of a squadron of members wants a mutation of three different arthropod members to create a real Spy Fly. The leader of this squadron was mutated once before when he failed mission in his first year as a lowly foot soldier. On the night of a full moon with the light of the moon strengthening the transformation, the leader of his squadron mixed his DNA with a wolf’s thus turning him into a werewolf. It made him stronger, faster, and more intelligent than a normal human could ever hope to be. As time went on, he became able to control the wolf inside him and can now change freely whenever he wants. He sent out three of his foot soldiers to collect a wasp, a scorpion, and a black widow spider. Everyone calls the squadron leader ‘The Hunter’ because of his ruthlessness in tracking and silencing his prey. No doubt thanks to his wolf powers. He became The Hunter by working his way up and eventually had kill his own pack leader as his final conquest towards power. Now he makes sure he won’t lose the challenge of his lesser men by using tactics they have never seen before to hush them quickly, before they even see it coming. That’s what you get for challenging your leader. Two weeks later the mutation takes place. Upon creation of the Spy Fly a new habitat was also born. In the middle of the Saharan Desert, opened a portal that only real Spy Flies could see. It is called Paradise, a desert oasis. Spy Flies may choose to bring people to this place if there’s a special connection between human and Spy Fly. It is the only place to escape to when the end of time finally comes. When the foot soldiers returned, the mutation process finally started. Held captive in three jars, were two wasps, scorpions, and black widow spiders. The Hunter grinned a savage smile.


“Let the games begin.” He said. The League members extracted DNA from all of them save the male and female wasps. Into the male wasp went the DNA of the scorpion and spider. Same treatment for the female wasp. After that, they went into the nuclear reactor where the moon’s power would wash over them and change the DNA makeup forever. A few minutes later, the doors to the reactor opened with a whoosh. Inside the jars now were two creatures a little bigger than a normal wasp. Their abdomens sloped upward and instead of ending with a small stinger; the wasps now possessed scorpion tails equipped with large and extremely sharp stingers with equally deadly poison. Their colors have turned from black and yellow to black and red with a gold hour glass marking on their thorax. Their mouths also had vicious looking mandibles and the wasps can now also shoot web from their mouths. And they were alive, the first specimens to live for a long time. The rest of the arthropods were kept alive to use for later mutations.


“At long last, gentlemen. I give you the Spy Fly!” roared The Hunter. The Spy Flies were sent out to rid the world of evil. Anyone who poses a threat to this goal were either put under arrest by the League of Shadows or silenced entirely by them or their Spy Flies. At this the Spy Flies excel thanks to their newly acquired abilities and body parts. Between missions the original pair mated and made more Spy Flies since one pair was unlikely to rid anything of evil let alone the entire world. Their children are also able to distinguish their kin so therefore that prevents any Spy Fly from messing up the true blood line by committing incest. That said, the blood lines can only be muddied through the breeding of a Spy Fly and a normal wasp. All the parts and colors obtained from the mutation are dominant in the gene pools so the majority of all eggs laid will be Spy Flies, but they have to be registered before they can become assassins.   To take down the evil that plagues the world, the flies had to be quiet, silent stalkers and they used their superior tracking skills to track the specific target and then tie them up with silk and leave them for The League of Shadows to finish him or inject the lethal poison directly into the life pumping artery in the human’s neck. After a few years of using Spy Fly technique as assassins =, the world was finally at peace and the Spy Flies took to Paradise waiting to be called upon by The Hunter and his Pack again in the future. The problem of world peace was finally solved by a little ingenuity, the underestimation of a creature that is smaller than oneself, and some very important, and not so nice arthropods.

  So this is my story I wrote for my Zoology class. It is originally in a newspaper format and is about an arthropod with three combined arthropod attributes. Please Enjoy No negativity allowed.


Arthropod Assassin: A Fight for World Peace


   There are some people who say that there is a secret organization in the military that does strange experiments on animals and people to try and rid the world of evil; by any means necessary. People also say the secret organization knows things that ordinary citizens do not; like a real cure for cancer or the confirmation that aliens exist. Well, this group does exist. They are called The League of Shadows and they do take part in mutations of animals to suit their purposes. If, however, during a mission a member fails to deliver or do their assigned task; then they are at risk for a mutation. Most specimens die, but occasionally there are a few individuals who are strong enough to survive and become a better League of Shadows member. Now the mission is to find three strong enough animals that will become ‘Spy Flies’ to spy on the enemies of The League to make the world a safer place. Wolves are often used, as well as bats and messenger rats, but this time the top member of a squadron of members wants a mutation of three different arthropod members to create a real Spy Fly. The leader of this squadron was mutated once before when he failed mission in his first year as a lowly foot soldier. On the night of a full moon with the light of the moon strengthening the transformation, the leader of his squadron mixed his DNA with a wolf’s thus turning him into a werewolf. It made him stronger, faster, and more intelligent than a normal human could ever hope to be. As time went on, he became able to control the wolf inside him and can now change freely whenever he wants. He sent out three of his foot soldiers to collect a wasp, a scorpion, and a black widow spider. Everyone calls the squadron leader ‘The Hunter’ because of his ruthlessness in tracking and silencing his prey. No doubt thanks to his wolf powers. He became The Hunter by working his way up and eventually had kill his own pack leader as his final conquest towards power. Now he makes sure he won’t lose the challenge of his lesser men by using tactics they have never seen before to hush them quickly, before they even see it coming. That’s what you get for challenging your leader. Two weeks later the mutation takes place. Upon creation of the Spy Fly a new habitat was also born. In the middle of the Saharan Desert, opened a portal that only real Spy Flies could see. It is called Paradise, a desert oasis. Spy Flies may choose to bring people to this place if there’s a special connection between human and Spy Fly. It is the only place to escape to when the end of time finally comes. When the foot soldiers returned, the mutation process finally started. Held captive in three jars, were two wasps, scorpions, and black widow spiders. The Hunter grinned a savage smile.


“Let the games begin.” He said. The League members extracted DNA from all of them save the male and female wasps. Into the male wasp went the DNA of the scorpion and spider. Same treatment for the female wasp. After that, they went into the nuclear reactor where the moon’s power would wash over them and change the DNA makeup forever. A few minutes later, the doors to the reactor opened with a whoosh. Inside the jars now were two creatures a little bigger than a normal wasp. Their abdomens sloped upward and instead of ending with a small stinger; the wasps now possessed scorpion tails equipped with large and extremely sharp stingers with equally deadly poison. Their colors have turned from black and yellow to black and red with a gold hour glass marking on their thorax. Their mouths also had vicious looking mandibles and the wasps can now also shoot web from their mouths. And they were alive, the first specimens to live for a long time. The rest of the arthropods were kept alive to use for later mutations.


“At long last, gentlemen. I give you the Spy Fly!” roared The Hunter. The Spy Flies were sent out to rid the world of evil. Anyone who poses a threat to this goal were either put under arrest by the League of Shadows or silenced entirely by them or their Spy Flies. At this the Spy Flies excel thanks to their newly acquired abilities and body parts. Between missions the original pair mated and made more Spy Flies since one pair was unlikely to rid anything of evil let alone the entire world. Their children are also able to distinguish their kin so therefore that prevents any Spy Fly from messing up the true blood line by committing incest. That said, the blood lines can only be muddied through the breeding of a Spy Fly and a normal wasp. All the parts and colors obtained from the mutation are dominant in the gene pools so the majority of all eggs laid will be Spy Flies, but they have to be registered before they can become assassins.   To take down the evil that plagues the world, the flies had to be quiet, silent stalkers and they used their superior tracking skills to track the specific target and then tie them up with silk and leave them for The League of Shadows to finish him or inject the lethal poison directly into the life pumping artery in the human’s neck. After a few years of using Spy Fly technique as assassins =, the world was finally at peace and the Spy Flies took to Paradise waiting to be called upon by The Hunter and his Pack again in the future. The problem of world peace was finally solved by a little ingenuity, the underestimation of a creature that is smaller than oneself, and some very important, and not so nice arthropods.

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BtotheH :   Actually dolphins are both. Mammals are just another classification of animals like insects or arthropods. They are mammals because they give birth to live young meaning that dolphin babies don't come from eggs like birds. 
BtotheH :   Actually dolphins are both. Mammals are just another classification of animals like insects or arthropods. They are mammals because they give birth to live young meaning that dolphin babies don't come from eggs like birds. 
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  Before you say anything, this is NOT plagiarized by any means. I got a 93 on this and have everything cited properly.

 

Child Prostitution


They are just like everyone else. Yet, one thing separates them from others. Desperation, one might say, picks and chooses who will be the next victims of the Life.


She likes swimming, SpongeBob, Mexican food, writing poetry, getting her nails painted (light pink is her favorite color), and Harry Potter books (plus she thinks Daniel Radcliffe is “fine”).  This Christmas, she really an iPod but would settle for some sweat suits, preferably pink. Sometimes she’s petulant-pouting and sullen-but mostly she’s open and eager to be loved. When she smiles, huge dimples crease her chubby face and are capable, as she moves into awkward adolescence, of melting hearts. She’s much like any other eleven-year-old girl in America, except for one critical difference. Over the last year of her life, she’s been trafficked up and down the East coast by a twenty-nine-year-old pimp and sold nightly on Craigslist to adult men who ignore her dimples and her baby fat and purchase her for sex.  (Lloyd 1)


One might see another on the street and not know who that person really is. Pimps are shadows hiding behind a mask waiting to reveal their true identity; but only to those unfortunate souls who become their prey. “Pimps use a powerful combination of charm, flattery and attention to draw girls into a world of sex trafficking. These predators sniff out vulnerability, and typically prey on the most fragile, attention-starved girls who have had a rough life already” (Merritt and Thomas 2). There are so many lives ruined through trafficking, but the pimps and johns alike do not care who gets hurt through their actions. “Earlier this year, the United Nations Office of Drugs and Crimes stated in its Global Report on Trafficking in Persons that 79 percent of all global trafficking is for sexual exploitation, one of the world’s fastest growing crimes. The report stated that the proportion of minors involved in the various forms of human-trafficking increased from about 15 percent to nearly 22 percent between 2003 and 2007. . .” (Guzder 2).  In America alone the rate of sexually exploited youth is staggering. People think that it does not happen here-that America the great cannot be reduced to such filth. “It is not known how many children are engaged in prostitution in the U.S. The FBI, in a March 2011 report, estimated that 293,000 American youths are currently at risk of becoming victims of commercial sexual exploitation” (Merritt and Thomas 3). Child prostitutes are victims to the alcohol/drugs, STD’s, and abuse; however some think they are choosing to do this for the money and attention.


Child prostitutes are often given drugs/alcohol so that they work up the nerve to do whatever the pimps want. “He encouraged her to drink and gave her drugs and began to bring her to the homes of his friends, ordering her to have sex with them” (Merritt and Thomas 1). When pimps first see their potential victims, they turn on the charm and flattery. “He was charming, showered her with attention and offered her drugs. She had sex with him. Before long, one night turned into a month. She considered him her boyfriend” (Merritt and Thomas 1). However, when pimps are caught in the act of sexual exploitation or drug dealing, they go to prison and learn from convicts charged with similar things. “On an average night, a Connecticut pimp can make anywhere from $250 to $1,500 per girl. . .’It’s so much more risk-free than dealing drugs”’ (Merritt and Thomas 3). Prostitutes are also told to ‘touch’ each other at clubs; after which drugs have been taken. Child prostitutes also drink so they might forget what happened to them the prior night. “Ginny, . . .Sheryl, Harlan, and Callie . . .had . . . testified that, in 2004, after ‘graduating’ from the kindergarten, they’d left Tyler, in Smith County, and had been taken by six men and women up the road to Mineola, in Wood County, to a swinger’s club, where they’d danced and touched one another’s privates onstage in front of two or three dozen grown-ups” (Hall 1). The girls get high to work up the nerve to force themselves to have sex with grown men. “Pimps manipulate and control the girls in two primary ways: They get them addicted to drugs or alcohol, or beat them, a brutal tactic known as ‘gorilla pimping”’ (Merritt and Thomas).


Grown men who buy sex from many children can STD’s and then infect the children. Children who run away from home can become unhealthy and catch various diseases. “’ One day, I saw him on the streets again,’ she says. ‘He looked very skinny and unhealthy”’ (Guzder 1). Perverts and pimps can find children and take away their virginity and in the process give them STD’s. Little kids can get HIV and other numerous STD’s from the careless people who exploit them. “Niran told Asipong he was sick, and had HIV/AIDS. The United Nations estimates that 1 percent of Thailand’s population is infected with the HIV virus-nearly three times the rate in the U.S. ‘When I last saw Niran in the hospital he told me that he wanted to be a good boy again,’ says Asipong. On August 22, 2009, Asipong attended Niran’s cremation ceremony in Konchanabuori, Thailand” (Guzder 1). Children are made false promises if they have sex with the buyer or his friends. Young kids can also easily fall prey to people who will sexually exploit them. “The trafficking and exploitation of children for sex is a global problem. UNICEF, the international nongovernmental organization for the protection of children, estimates that 1.2 million children and youth are commercially and sexually exploited each year worldwide” (Lloyd 10). The pimp will make promises of quick money, video games, or new clothes in exchange for sexual favors. “’There are groups of people who take advantage of children and sexually exploit them,’ says Asipong. ‘The children get tricked easily because of promises of quick money”’ (Guzder 1).


Child prostitutes regularly suffer abuse from their pimps, whether it be verbal abuse, physical abuse, or the children not following the rules; somebody will end up getting hurt. Pimps can and will frequently abuse the girls they are ‘caring’ for. They will verbally abuse their girls if the children think they are making money for themselves. “’Can I have my money back?’. . .’You not getting your money back!. . .’You making this money for me to take care of you “’ (Lustig 1). As one can see, if the girls ask for their money back, then they could get yelled at or even punched if the pimp is in a foul mood. Pimps will physically abuse the girls they sell. For example, if the child refuses to have sex with either pimp or john, the child could be gang-raped. “According to court documents. . .pimp, Corey Davis,. . . . became angry at one of his victims for becoming drunk on the job at a strip club. He sliced the top of her head to her shoulder with a box cutter, a wound that required 10 staples and eight stitches to close” (Merritt and Thomas 3). Also, prostitutes have to follow the rules or they will be beaten or they could be made the property of another pimp. Just walking on the sidewalk is a challenge for some girls.


When a girl is on the street and she sees a pimp on the sidewalk, she has to get off the sidewalk, into the street, and not make eye contact with him or talk to him. Otherwise, she is ‘out of pocket’ and has ‘caught a charge’. . . .That pimp has a claim on her and either her own pimp has to pay a fine or else she is now the property of the new pimp. She can also be put under ‘pimp-arrest,’ when a group of pimps surround a girl on the sidewalk and she has to squat, put her head down, and not speak or make eye contact until her own pimp comes to get her.  (Lustig 3).


In conclusion, child prostitutes are slaves of the Life that brings alcohol/drugs, STD’s, and abuse; however, some people believe that they choose this path for the money and attention. Even though child prostitution happens here in America, there are people who care about stopping it. “. . . . This past June, the Obama Administration expanded the U.S watch list of countries suspected of not doing enough to combat human-trafficking, putting more than four dozen nations on notice that they might face sanctions if their records don’t improve” (Guzder 2). The children are attention-starved and that makes them susceptible to predators. “After pimps home in on their targets, and turn on the charm, they typically begin to groom them and pretend to be their boyfriend or a protective figure, even urging the girl to call him ‘Daddy’” (Merritt and Thomas 2). There are a number of possible reasons to explain away why the children have turned to prostitution. The main thing is that they are desperate. Desperate for attention from a father figure or someone to love and care for them. Over the years, it has gotten so bad that they would rather be a child prostitute that to live without someone that cares for them.

  Before you say anything, this is NOT plagiarized by any means. I got a 93 on this and have everything cited properly.

 

Child Prostitution


They are just like everyone else. Yet, one thing separates them from others. Desperation, one might say, picks and chooses who will be the next victims of the Life.


She likes swimming, SpongeBob, Mexican food, writing poetry, getting her nails painted (light pink is her favorite color), and Harry Potter books (plus she thinks Daniel Radcliffe is “fine”).  This Christmas, she really an iPod but would settle for some sweat suits, preferably pink. Sometimes she’s petulant-pouting and sullen-but mostly she’s open and eager to be loved. When she smiles, huge dimples crease her chubby face and are capable, as she moves into awkward adolescence, of melting hearts. She’s much like any other eleven-year-old girl in America, except for one critical difference. Over the last year of her life, she’s been trafficked up and down the East coast by a twenty-nine-year-old pimp and sold nightly on Craigslist to adult men who ignore her dimples and her baby fat and purchase her for sex.  (Lloyd 1)


One might see another on the street and not know who that person really is. Pimps are shadows hiding behind a mask waiting to reveal their true identity; but only to those unfortunate souls who become their prey. “Pimps use a powerful combination of charm, flattery and attention to draw girls into a world of sex trafficking. These predators sniff out vulnerability, and typically prey on the most fragile, attention-starved girls who have had a rough life already” (Merritt and Thomas 2). There are so many lives ruined through trafficking, but the pimps and johns alike do not care who gets hurt through their actions. “Earlier this year, the United Nations Office of Drugs and Crimes stated in its Global Report on Trafficking in Persons that 79 percent of all global trafficking is for sexual exploitation, one of the world’s fastest growing crimes. The report stated that the proportion of minors involved in the various forms of human-trafficking increased from about 15 percent to nearly 22 percent between 2003 and 2007. . .” (Guzder 2).  In America alone the rate of sexually exploited youth is staggering. People think that it does not happen here-that America the great cannot be reduced to such filth. “It is not known how many children are engaged in prostitution in the U.S. The FBI, in a March 2011 report, estimated that 293,000 American youths are currently at risk of becoming victims of commercial sexual exploitation” (Merritt and Thomas 3). Child prostitutes are victims to the alcohol/drugs, STD’s, and abuse; however some think they are choosing to do this for the money and attention.


Child prostitutes are often given drugs/alcohol so that they work up the nerve to do whatever the pimps want. “He encouraged her to drink and gave her drugs and began to bring her to the homes of his friends, ordering her to have sex with them” (Merritt and Thomas 1). When pimps first see their potential victims, they turn on the charm and flattery. “He was charming, showered her with attention and offered her drugs. She had sex with him. Before long, one night turned into a month. She considered him her boyfriend” (Merritt and Thomas 1). However, when pimps are caught in the act of sexual exploitation or drug dealing, they go to prison and learn from convicts charged with similar things. “On an average night, a Connecticut pimp can make anywhere from $250 to $1,500 per girl. . .’It’s so much more risk-free than dealing drugs”’ (Merritt and Thomas 3). Prostitutes are also told to ‘touch’ each other at clubs; after which drugs have been taken. Child prostitutes also drink so they might forget what happened to them the prior night. “Ginny, . . .Sheryl, Harlan, and Callie . . .had . . . testified that, in 2004, after ‘graduating’ from the kindergarten, they’d left Tyler, in Smith County, and had been taken by six men and women up the road to Mineola, in Wood County, to a swinger’s club, where they’d danced and touched one another’s privates onstage in front of two or three dozen grown-ups” (Hall 1). The girls get high to work up the nerve to force themselves to have sex with grown men. “Pimps manipulate and control the girls in two primary ways: They get them addicted to drugs or alcohol, or beat them, a brutal tactic known as ‘gorilla pimping”’ (Merritt and Thomas).


Grown men who buy sex from many children can STD’s and then infect the children. Children who run away from home can become unhealthy and catch various diseases. “’ One day, I saw him on the streets again,’ she says. ‘He looked very skinny and unhealthy”’ (Guzder 1). Perverts and pimps can find children and take away their virginity and in the process give them STD’s. Little kids can get HIV and other numerous STD’s from the careless people who exploit them. “Niran told Asipong he was sick, and had HIV/AIDS. The United Nations estimates that 1 percent of Thailand’s population is infected with the HIV virus-nearly three times the rate in the U.S. ‘When I last saw Niran in the hospital he told me that he wanted to be a good boy again,’ says Asipong. On August 22, 2009, Asipong attended Niran’s cremation ceremony in Konchanabuori, Thailand” (Guzder 1). Children are made false promises if they have sex with the buyer or his friends. Young kids can also easily fall prey to people who will sexually exploit them. “The trafficking and exploitation of children for sex is a global problem. UNICEF, the international nongovernmental organization for the protection of children, estimates that 1.2 million children and youth are commercially and sexually exploited each year worldwide” (Lloyd 10). The pimp will make promises of quick money, video games, or new clothes in exchange for sexual favors. “’There are groups of people who take advantage of children and sexually exploit them,’ says Asipong. ‘The children get tricked easily because of promises of quick money”’ (Guzder 1).


Child prostitutes regularly suffer abuse from their pimps, whether it be verbal abuse, physical abuse, or the children not following the rules; somebody will end up getting hurt. Pimps can and will frequently abuse the girls they are ‘caring’ for. They will verbally abuse their girls if the children think they are making money for themselves. “’Can I have my money back?’. . .’You not getting your money back!. . .’You making this money for me to take care of you “’ (Lustig 1). As one can see, if the girls ask for their money back, then they could get yelled at or even punched if the pimp is in a foul mood. Pimps will physically abuse the girls they sell. For example, if the child refuses to have sex with either pimp or john, the child could be gang-raped. “According to court documents. . .pimp, Corey Davis,. . . . became angry at one of his victims for becoming drunk on the job at a strip club. He sliced the top of her head to her shoulder with a box cutter, a wound that required 10 staples and eight stitches to close” (Merritt and Thomas 3). Also, prostitutes have to follow the rules or they will be beaten or they could be made the property of another pimp. Just walking on the sidewalk is a challenge for some girls.


When a girl is on the street and she sees a pimp on the sidewalk, she has to get off the sidewalk, into the street, and not make eye contact with him or talk to him. Otherwise, she is ‘out of pocket’ and has ‘caught a charge’. . . .That pimp has a claim on her and either her own pimp has to pay a fine or else she is now the property of the new pimp. She can also be put under ‘pimp-arrest,’ when a group of pimps surround a girl on the sidewalk and she has to squat, put her head down, and not speak or make eye contact until her own pimp comes to get her.  (Lustig 3).


In conclusion, child prostitutes are slaves of the Life that brings alcohol/drugs, STD’s, and abuse; however, some people believe that they choose this path for the money and attention. Even though child prostitution happens here in America, there are people who care about stopping it. “. . . . This past June, the Obama Administration expanded the U.S watch list of countries suspected of not doing enough to combat human-trafficking, putting more than four dozen nations on notice that they might face sanctions if their records don’t improve” (Guzder 2). The children are attention-starved and that makes them susceptible to predators. “After pimps home in on their targets, and turn on the charm, they typically begin to groom them and pretend to be their boyfriend or a protective figure, even urging the girl to call him ‘Daddy’” (Merritt and Thomas 2). There are a number of possible reasons to explain away why the children have turned to prostitution. The main thing is that they are desperate. Desperate for attention from a father figure or someone to love and care for them. Over the years, it has gotten so bad that they would rather be a child prostitute that to live without someone that cares for them.

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