Academic Anthologies - ARABIC Week 6
Introduction For Academic Anthologies
However, you fear if you prolong the departure, you won't make the record,
especially as your navigator began acting strangely during the last leg, talking to himself
behind you.
Knowing this has always filled you with jealousy, and the attention he receives
makes your blood boil.
She reaches into her bag and pulls out a black pen, telling you that
the pen is magical and writes only the correct answers.
If you get assigned to the fryolator
one more time, you are going to lose it.
If you open your heart to me again, I can come back."
Your century of sleep must have ended.
You are breathing underwater.
You are a survivor in
one of these remaining structures and you are there with your family waiting to ride out the
approaching storm.
But as these athletes grow older, their genetically engineered
competitive nature has led to vicious attacks on and off the field. When you arrive at the
government research facility where you work, your boss grants you special access to an
underground facility you didn't even know existed.
Then night comes, and an odd smell
emerges.
Trapped with this device, you spend your days spinning a wheel that can only be
turned by magic.
He tells you that it is time to go home.
One crew member has discovered
your hiding spot and begins to bring you food.
A few weeks before the ship's unveiling, the
engineer dies of a sudden heart attack.
When you find the man's robot chef holding a bloody knife above his corpse, you
realize with dread that what your husband always feared has finally come to pass: A robot
has gone mad.
One alien race appears to be attacking a blockade imposed by another, trying
to get to the planet below.
They try to outdo each other in their attempts to gain favor.
"There it is! The Dark Castle! Adventure awaits!" As he races toward his horse, you call out,
"You don't want to go there, sir! That castle is part of the Crowlin Empire." But before you
can stop him, George rides off.
You uncork it and find yourself in the mall once more, but
this time something is wrong.
Before you can react further, a screech rips through the
abandoned stronghold, and the cogs grind to a halt.
You ask who "he" is, but the old woman
shushes you, shakes her head, and shuffles away.
I have a lead or two, but first could you
help me with a little something?" He takes off his fedora to reveal two horns sprouting from
his head.
He coughs up more blood as he tells you to follow the pull of the dagger.
1