All the Troubles of the World

The short story "All the Troubles of the World" by Issac Asimov is about a giant computer called Multivac ruled the Earth as a dictator. It could record data for every person on the world and foresee people’s possible actions. But the computer was too well informed that it has invaded privacy of the people, it was like Multivac was taking care of all the troubles of the world. In the end Othman asked Multivac:"Multivac, what do you want yourself more than anything else?" Multivac answered: "I want to die."

Poem for Ms. Hancock

Ms. Hancock was like the light in our heart

The sun in the sky

The flames in the hearth

Bright light

Warm light

Blazing in our heart

Always giving hope

Making the warmth

So warm to feel

So bright to see

Lighting the way

Leading the path

Day or night

Rain or snow

Always in our heart

Always so bright


From Charlotte, with heart

Apology letter

Miss Adela Strangeworth
Pleasant Street
Strange worth town, USA

I feel very sorry what I've done, to hurt you all from the letter that I write to the town people. For the letter I feel deeply sorry if it made you feel bad, but I wrote the letters just to tell what possible might be evil. Maybe the letter hurtled you or your family feelings but I really just wanted to warn people the possibilities of evil. Please forgive me for my foolishness

Sincerely,

Adela Strangeworth

MY EARLIEST MEMORY

I can’t really remember what happened when I was 3, but I still remember the summer of 2000 the first time I “flew”. When I got 4, my mother gave me a bike as a birthday present. It was the kind that had no extra two wheels on the side to help you balance. I started to learn how to bike right away, at the start well …. It was painful. I wasn’t some geniuses that could just jump on the bike and bike for three laps, at the start I never stopped falling off the bike. But I got better by every day.

It was a sunny day in the summer and so I went to the playground up the street. I went to the playground to practise biking everyday and fell from the bike every day, but that day everything went ok with the biking. I was really happy that I finally didn’t fall from the bike that I decided to bike back home.

The street back to home was a downhill and I just lean how to bike, it was dangerous but I didn’t know at the moment. I biked down the hill, at first I thought it was awesome then I realized that I was going to fast. So I stopped biking. But the bike was still going faster and faster, at the moment I felt scared, and I did what I thought what was going to stop the bike…. I hit the brakes at full speed. The next thing I knew the ground was getting farther and farther from me. I was flying! But at the moment my mind was blank. After 1 second or flying I hit the ground with a crash landing.

I still remember that summer, that day and that bike. Thou it was a very painful day.