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Journal Writing Project No Escape


By Katie Wolter

Mon, Mar 5th, 2012
Posted in All Journal Student Writing Project

I wasn’t fast enough. All those years of running track, and they were still gaining on me. To be honest, it was an unfair chase. They had titanium steel legs, and I had only my human legs. The year was 2102. They called themselves the Control. Since the discovery of the titanius injection in 2100, they could turn any human body part or the whole body into titanium steel. With this power, they controlled everything.

The discovery of the titanius injection was good and bad. There was no disease. An injection to any diseased organ, and it was healed. An injection of titanius into one part of your body was okay, but injecting it into your bloodstream is disastrous. You feel great for the first couple of days, completely normal. After a while though, you forget your name. Then you forget your friends and family. Soon you have lost all your memories and your ability to think for yourself and to feel emotions and pain. You become nothing but a steel frame and your only thoughts are to serve the Control. The Control believed that they should be the only ones to think and feel. Everyone else should be a steel frame doing whatever the Control told them to do.

The people didn’t understand the total effect of the titanius injection. They all lined up when the Control offered it to the people. Before you knew it, half of the world was mindless minions doing whatever the Control wanted. The other half, when they realized what was happening and refused the injection, was murdered for rebellion. The few rebels that managed to escape the Control, including myself, hid out in the Rocky Mountains. There we built a fortress, and tried to help other survivors get to us. At first we had about 7,000 survivors, but that number decreased rapidly because of the raids. During the last raid many were killed, and I escaped only to be pursued persistently.

My legs were burning, my heart was pounding, freezing cold air ripped at my lungs as I frantically searched for an escape, but there was none. The Control had scorched the earth leaving it a desolate and barren landscape of dust. I could feel my legs starting to give out. In the back of my mind, I knew they were going to catch me, but I couldn’t give up, not yet. All hope was leaving my body as I felt myself beginning to slow down. Their yells and running footsteps were getting louder. I kept beating my feet against the ground.

A loud crack resounded around me. The earth .....
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The good old days

By Colin Richert

Mon, Feb 27th, 2012
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Do people remember the good old days? I’m 17, and I remember when I could go to town without seeing some moron wearing pants five sizes too big for his behind, hanging below the designated area they were made for. I think all the hope for any good ..... 
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Journal Writing Project A Little ‘More’ Political Insight

By Mitchell Walbridge

Mon, Feb 20th, 2012
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Every morning when I wake up, I usually follow my routine. Generally, that includes switching on the television to view what is happening in the world. Over the past several months, the news has been plagued by stories of the latest details ..... 
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Journal Writing Project What I’ve learned so far

Mon, Feb 13th, 2012
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By Kiah Halvorson If I were to give a commencement address on the things that I have learned over the past seventeen years, it would have a lot of quotes that I have heard that have all had significant meaning in my life in some way or another. ..... 
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Journal Writing Project Part of the family at Judy's

Fri, Jan 27th, 2012
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Beeeep! The cash register angrily tells me that I hit the wrong button.

Riiing! "Lenora, can you grab the phone for me?" I ask.

"Can we have some more water?" a customer at table three asks.

The shuffling of chairs, frying ..... 
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Journal Writing Project My 2012 New Year's resolution

Fri, Jan 20th, 2012
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Maybe it's just my generation, but I've realized that nothing seems very personal anymore. When I want to talk to someone, I send them a text message. If it's really important I might call them, but I never get in my car and drive to someone's house ..... 
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Times have changed

Thu, Dec 29th, 2011
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Times have changed over the years as we know, the most obvious being the rise in gas prices from just 36 cents in 1970 to about four dollars. In 1970 the most viewed TV shows were Marcus Welby M.D., and The Flip Wilson Show. Now-a-days it's all abou ..... 
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The meaning of the holidays

Thu, Dec 22nd, 2011
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When choosing what to write about this week, I knew I needed to somehow incorporate a holiday theme into the column. That being said, it's that time of year again-the holiday season. Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Years all almost fall within the ..... 
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Journal Writing Project Winter tips

Fri, Dec 9th, 2011
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Winter is here once again. We all know what this means: icy, sloppy roads everywhere; starting up the car 15 minutes before work; shoveling sidewalks; snowblowing driveways; and scraping off the heavy snow from the roofs. Ah, gotta love it the most ..... 
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