CurryMara opened the door to her room and the scent of curry wafted into her room. "Mmm." She breathed in deeply. Mara rarely had curry anymore, but she remembered that her mom used to make it all the time when she was little. She even ate shrimp back then, if her mom made it. Things had changed though. Her mom rarely cooked anymore, usually her dad cooked instead. Unfortunately, Mara's dad wasn't very creative so meals got a little old after a while. Mara enjoyed the days when her mom did cook, and decided that she would learn to cook as many different things as possible, so any children she might have wouldn't experience the boring meals that she had.
Mara walked into the kitchen and hugged her mom. "It smells good."
A Glimps of my MindCanada.
Tell Her O'Neill heard the alarm that echoed throughout the base and sighed as he got up and headed toward the Control Room. This "unscheduled off world activation" was the third one that day, and had woken him just before the best part of his dream. He continued walking until he ran into Daniel outside the gate room. "Hey."
"Hello. Any idea who this might be?" Daniel asked.
O'Neill just shrugged and headed for the control room where General Hammond, Teal'c, and Sam had already gathered. By the time O'Neill and Jackson got there, the gate had fully activated and they were receiving a transmission from one of the off world teams. SG-4 was just checking in to let General Hammond know that they would be late in returning. O'Neill was disappointed and everyone in the room could tell from the look on his face. He headed for the door and Sam followed.
"You really are disappointed, Colonel?" Sam asked. "Aren't you glad to hear that
RidingShe couldn't take it anymore. He was yelling, and she was crying. That's how it always went when they drove anywhere. She was riding in a car that she was desperate to escape. So she pushed the door open, and jumped out into the median. Luckily they weren't traveling too fast when she decided to escape.
She waited until the traffic had passed then ran to the sidewalk. She would not be riding in the car with him ever again.
An Ode to my ObsessionsOh my many obsessions,
How you control my life.
I love you all,
Both Young and old,
But I won't make you my wife,
(Because it's not legal in most states).
Star Wars was the first one,
It will always be dear.
Harry Potter was next,
But it is not so clear
Star Trek is smaller
Than the previous.
(Though the new movie is awesome!)
(Save the Wales!)
There are a few others,
But I'll save them for later.
For now I'll speak of the newest.
I didn't appreciate you
When the movie came out
in 1994 when I was five.
It took more than ten years
For me to even notice.
(Thanks a lot SciFi channel for having an Atlantis Marathon and getting me obsessed with yet another thing!)
It started with Atlantis,
Then went to SG1,
I can't wait for Universe.
(I think Stargate may replace Star Wars.
Especially since I can actually become an archeologist/linguist/history buff
And Jedi aren't real.)
A Nice BrotherI want to go to the Asian Art Museum, thought Rosa. It'll be interesting to see other cultures. I'm tired of being so sheltered by my parents. They seem to think that only our culture is interesting. She sighed and looked to her doorway, where Alex was standing. "Oh, hey Alex. I didn't hear you come over here."
"I see that you were occupied with your own thoughts. You don't even notice when your brother gets home and stands in your doorway for five minutes."Alex laughed, "So what are you thinking?"
"I was just thinking about our parents." Rosa shrugged.
"What about them?"
"Well, they never really want to do anything that isn't a family tradition, you know. I want to see how other people do things. I want to travel like you do."
"You don't want to travel like me." Alex laughed and sat next to his little sister. He mussed her hair and said "You wanted to go to the Asian Art Museum, right?"
"Well, I'll take you. Then we can get lunch or something before I have t
ShoesThere were several pairs of shoes sitting on her floor, but she didn't know which to wear. Some were cute but uncomfortable and others were old and worn, but oh so comfortable. She looked at herself in the mirror, trying to see if it was a cute day or a comfortable day. Her jeans had paint on them, and her t-shirt was meant for a man. "Comfortable it is," she thought. She slipped on her orange converse and walked out the door.
"I wonder who I'll meet today."