Agrarian_Red Devil, White Snow_THE UMBRELLA_What Price Judas Pays for His Silver
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Agrarian
Stories from the Last School in the WestIf Rip Van Winkle woke up today, he would notice changes in just about every institution. Except education. In the Fall, he would see students planting. In the Spring, he would see teachers weeding. And in the Summer, he would see schools closed for harvest.Professor Reviews for:EE 100A SEC 005, J. SanchezReview by Kathleen, Class of 2023Easiness: 2/5Workload: 2/5Clarity: 1/5Helpfulness: 1/5Overall: 1 star / 5 starsComments: She is BY FAR the WORST professor that you could ever take in Engineering. She is very unorganized and highly condescending. The ex...
Red Devil, White Snow
Damien shook his head violently, throwing off his Manchester United beanie, “Damn it, daydreaming again”. He picked it up and folded it over his ears, which helped ease the noise from the incessant rattling of the store's windows. He stared down the aisle, through the store’s entrance and into the howling, frigid abyss beyond. Worst blizzard in over 100 years, Damien was uncertain as to how the weatherman on the local radio station was able to come to this conclusion with such certainty, but as a simple janitor with nothing more but a faded beanie to protect himself, who was he to argue otherw...
THE UMBRELLA
THE UMBRELLABy Russell Waterman Londyn Conway brought his umbrella everywhere. His fellow clothiers likened it to a proverbial third leg—it was always with him, but rarely used. The umbrelwww.onedoor.ccla was a family heirloom he recently inherited from his late father, Robert, a stuffy businessman who spent the majority of his time schmoozing clients and attending banquets. Londyn drooled over it as a child and dreamed of one day owning it himself. His father took it out only on special occasions to help close deals, otherwise keeping it safely tucked away in his den. Londyn’s view was different. Being see...
What Price Judas Pays for His Silver
Xavier tried not to stare as he followed his cousin through the building; Jona was obviously used to this, and unaffected. On the outside, this looked like a typical warehouse, with a few security guards patrolling. On the inside, it was an illegal dinosaur fighting haven. Xavier wondered how his cousin had gotten admittance, and almost regretted having come himself. Then he pushed the feeling down. Just this once, it was necessary, and he didn’t ever have to come back. Jona headed for a chain link fence enclosure anchored to the concrete floor, and circled it, looking for the bookmaker. Xavie...