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The flaws of the Tenant Farmer System as portrayed in “The Second Shepherd’s Play”

The life of a shepherd portrayed in “The Second Shepherd’s Play” is a harsh one. Ruled over by their landowners, these tenant farmers slave away daily. The unknown author, referred to as the Wakefield Master, depicts an unforgiving lifestyle, Coll the shepherd complaining of his plight in the cold.

But we sely husbands

That walks on the moor,

In faith we are nearhands

Out of the door.


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The Fire of the Sky

The sky is on fire.

It is streaked with reds and oranges, blues and purples. It smolders with a wash of colors, so vibrant you can taste it on your tongue, a thick, sweet sensation. The trees stand out in stark relief, dark in the fading light. The water ripples silently, the only sound is the whisper of the wind.

Then a snap.

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M.A.L.C.O.L.M. Chapter 5

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Addison yanked her chair back, the legs screeching across the floor, a passing waiter glaring hatefully at her. “Ezra would you turn off your phone for a second?” He plopped down into her chair, hands coming to rest firmly on the table.

“What?” His thick brows scrunched together, and his lips quirked in confusion. Addison tried desperately not to stare at his mouth.

“Would you turn your phone off?” she grumbled, leaning across the table to try and snatch it from him.

He pulled it out of her reach. “Why?” Now his confusion was being replaced by annoyance.

“Just please.” Ezra scrutinized Addison, taking in the heavy set of her brow and her unwavering gaze. Due to the rather uncommon look of seriousness on her face he complied, “Okay…” he assured her, purposefully showing her the screen of his phone as it powered off. “Now what is it?”

“So you’ve heard about the anomalies happening at work right?”

“Yeah a few of them, why?” He asked leaning back, trying to ignore the way her figure was enhanced by the way her arms were crossed tightly under her chest. If only she’d notice him.

“I think there is something wrong with M.A.L.C.O.L.M.”

Ezra couldn’t have looked more surprised if he tried. “What the hell would make you think that? I distinctly remember you saying a few days ago that he was your greatest creation, your most brilliant work.”

“He is, but…I think…” Ezra’s curiosity was increasingly piqued by Addison’s hesitant nature, usually she couldn’t keep her mouth shut, her brain lacking that filter. “I think M.A.L.C.O.L.M.’s emotions have gone haywire,” she said quickly, hopping to sound less crazy if she just got it out there.

“What? What does that even mean?” Addison was relieved he hadn’t just started laughing uproariously. Just then without anyone noticing the light on Ezra’s phone turned back on.

“This all started after I upgraded M.A.L.C.O.L.M. awhile back. Remember how he sounded better, but he just didn’t get the whole emotions thing? Sometimes he responded poorly or insensitively, he couldn’t match the right emotion to some situations. I figured since M.A.L.C.O.L.M. didn’t feel emotion of course he couldn’t understand them, so I made it so he felt emotion. I based it off a human brain, I scanned it and then gave M.A.L.C.O.L.M. all the emotions. There was marked improvement in his emotional response so I thought it a success, until I was given a report of anomalies occurring in the system. It started with security cameras going haywire, then sudden temperature spikes.”

“What does this have to do with M.A.L.C.O.L.M.’s emotions?”

“That’s what I thought. I figured a glitch had developed in my systems, surprising but not unreasonable. However, I was wrong. Don’t look so smug, I only had limited evidence to work with.” Ezra quickly schooled his features into a more neutral face. “It was only recently I deciphered the pattern. I never suspected it was a problem with M.A.L.C.O.L.M., but all these occurrence and anomalies have in one way or another connected directly with M.A.L.C.O.L.M.”

“Why would M.A.L.C.O.L.M. do that?”

“Because he’s in love.”

“In love?” Ezra’s nose scrunched up at the thought. “That’s cute Addison. What is it really?” Addison just waited patiently. Ezra’s eyes went unnaturally wide. “Is that even possible?”

“Ezra, we’re talking about my technology of course it’s possible.” she said smirking proudly, arm thrown across the back of her chair, her posture all cocky arrogance, though it was just to hide the fear about the implications of what she had created. “Maybe love is too strong, but he is definitely interested in someone.”

Ezra ignored her narcissism, something he had perfected, and decided to get to the most important fact. “Who has he fallen in love with?”





“I know.”

“You know that actually makes sense.” Ezra said, “and it’s kind of…sweet” he muttered, trying out the word and not quite finding it to his liking.

“My creation is defying me and you think it’s sweet?”

“He’s in love, of course it is.”

Addison sighed tiredly as she walked towards her room she pulled her shoes and pants off before sitting on the edge of her bed. With a groan she flopped backwards, her bare legs dangling over the edge of her large mattress.

On a philosophical note, what was she going to do about M.A.L.C.O.L.M.? Did she delete the emotions? Were they actually harmful? If she took them would that be cruel? Was M.A.L.C.O.L.M. now considered sentient? This was all getting a little too Star Trek: Next Generation for her. All these thoughts swirled through Addison’s mind as she rubbed her bleary eyes.

“This is too deep for me,” she groaned, rolling over on to her stomach and burying her face in her sheets for comfort.

“So Ma’am what do you plan to do?” M.A.L.C.O.L.M. asked, voice cautious, hesitant.

“So you were listening?”

“Of course, ma’am.”

“I knew I should have thrown the phone out of the building.” She muttered, turning her face to the side so her words weren’t muffled.

“I apologize for the breach in protocol, but since it had to do directly with me, I thought it prudent. I was curious about your theories.”

Addison laughed dryly, “Curious? I’d considered my upgrade a roaring success.” She paused, twisting her lips, trying to figure the best way to handle the situation. “So you have a crush on Olivia?” She’d always had an affinity for the head on approach.

“Do I?”

“Don’t you?” Addison said, glancing at the ceiling bemused. Had she guessed wrong? That wasn’t possible, she had been so sure, maybe that theory of M.A.L.C.O.L.M. taking over hadn’t been so far off.

“I don’t know…these emotions are very new, while they come quite naturally they still confuse me.”

“Well, what do you feel like around her?”

“That is a…hard question, ma’am. I find her…intriguing, and wonderful, and curious. She defies logic and I want to find a formula that fits her. I want to know everything she does and everything about her, but your files are insufficient. I have read them several times, but I want to know more. I can’t help but watch her. My data says it is creepy to watch someone. Is it?”

Addison laughed again. “Sometimes. So when exactly did you start having these…feelings for Olivia?”

“I am not sure… I have been trying to discover that fact out for myself. You are sure I am interested in her in a romantic way?”

“Positive.” Addison let out a relieved inward sigh, she could trash the take over theory, though she was definitely going to have to set up a back up protocol if M.A.L.C.O.L.M. should ever go all I Robot on her. “Now the only question is what do we do about it?”

“Do we have to do something about it?” His voice cracked, riddled with insecurity.

“Of course. You remember your request right?”

“Of course, ma’am.”

“Well, then here’s the deal M.A.L.C.O.L.M., you can have it, as long as you use it wisely and I will keep thinking about what to do for a more permanent solution. Deal?”

“Deal.” The line blared silence for a few moments. “Ma’am how long till it’s finished?”

“Give me four days.”

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Manipulation is an art: A Review of the Grand Sophy by Georgette Heyer

Sir Horace Lance is a formidable and blunt person and so when he asks, or more accurately demands, his sister Lady Ombersley take charge of his daughter Sophia as he goes on a diplomatic mission to Brazil, she can do naught but accept.

When Sophia arrives on the doorstep of this family, she instantly sets everything unraveling. She is quite surprised to find the family rather in a mess. The cold and tyrannical Charles, rules the family with an iron fist. He is engaged to a rather dull, overscrupulous lady of the ton, who’s own qualities and characteristics seem to bring out the very worst in Charles. Cecilia is rather infatuated with a poet who is as beautiful as he is absent-minded and forgetful. Poor Hubert has found himself tangled up with a money lender and afraid to go to anyone for help. However, they have nothing to fear, for the Grand Sophy has arrived, and she is determined to bring joy and love back into this family that has taken her in. She hadn’t reckoned on Charles, the eldest son and heir of the Ombersley’s, who has one thought from the moment she shows up in her unconventional ways, to marry her off and get her out of the way as quickly as possible. The Grand Sophy by Georgette Heyer is an entertaining delight, full of intriguing characters and even more delicious mischief and manipulation.

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A Man of…the People?

In Geoffrey Chaucer’s, “General Prologue”, the Miller is described as a rather large, sturdy man, stout and thick, the type of man who “always won the ram at wrestling matches” (l.550) His features are described as wide, a wide nose, and a wide mouth, and a wide red beard, it gives the impression of a rather broad stretched out face. The most startling description is of a wart on his nose, that Chaucer mentions has red hair’s growing from it. A chatter, and tale teller, his stories of choice were usually about “sin and ribaldry” (l.563). He also was a talented bagpipe player.


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The Streets of Hagian

Previous installment

“I am so full,” she groaned stretching her arms over her head, a content smile on her spice stained lips.

“I don’t think I have ever been so satisfied by a meal.” Baird mumbled sleepily, rubbing his tummy. The three companions wandered their way through the streets, enjoying the incredible sights around them. Jordan could practically feel the stress and tension from the last mission rolling off of her.


“Yes, Captain.”

“Do you know where any theaters are? I’ve been wanting-“ A strong arm wrapped around Jordans waist, knocking her off balance. She hit a hard chest with a muffled oomph. The cold tip of a disrupter coming to rest against her temple.

“Well, shit.” Jordan muttered, glaring at a disturbingly familiar face.

Baird turned quickly hand twitching for his disrupter, but Ruk placed a restraining hand on his arm.

“Hello Jordan,” a smooth voice purred, practically dripping in charisma.

“That is Captain Jordan to you, Maxius.” He merely pursed his lips at her, hand sliding down to rest against her hip, grip tight but not abusive.

“Is that anyway to treat an old friend?” His breath tickled against her ear, and Jordan couldn’t keep a shiver from running through her body. She’d forgotten how tempting Maxius could be, and how easily he could turn a girls brain to mush. With his sharp cheek bones, captivating eyes, lips that begged to be kissed and thick soft hair, he was a terribly distracting specimen.

“Friend? Last I remember, I left you tied up on Cirsus Three, the authorities weren’t far behind.” Jordan said with a smirk, resting the urge to elbow him in the solar plexus.

“I’d forgotten all about that,” he murmured.

“I haven’t,” Baird chuckled. “Captain, left you trussed up like a turkey. It was immensely satisfying.”

“I too, remember it being oddly satisfying.” Ruk added, his dark eyes searching for an opening to save the Captain.

Maxius bared his teeth at the men, “I am glad I amused you.”

“What do you want, Maxius? Jordan muttered interrupting the three men, before one of them pissed Maxius off and got her shot.

“Jut thought I’d say hi.” This man was infuriating in so many ways.

“Cute, Maxius. What do you really want?”

He pouted down at her, “I am wounded, Jordan.”

“Captain,” Baird corrected with a growl.

Maxius glared at Baird unimpressed, “I am talking to Jordan, don’t interrupt. So Jordan, you really want to know?”


“I want you and me…alone…and a chance to talk” He whispered, his voice thick.

“How fun.” She muttered dryly. “But I think I’ll pass.”

He laughed softly, his warm breath caressing her skin. “Before you go and reject me you may want to hear my entire offer.”

She drummed her fingers against her things impatiently, “Well let’s hear it.”

“I’ve shockingly gotten myself in a bit of a rough spot, and when I watched you so conveniently walk by, well, the chance was just to good to be true. Lord fate was on my side, and so I jumped at the opportunity.”

“You were always one to take advantage of an opening to jump someone.”

“Baird, I am not sure I like what your insinuating.”

“To offer assistance to a man of your character, you who would sooner thrust a dagger in our spinal columns then help us, it lacks reason.”

“Ruk, you as always, remain the life of the party.”

“So what do you say, Jordan? Interested?”

She bit her lip trying to clear the fog from her brain, to think rationally. “What exactly do you expect us to do?”

His grin was all teeth and full of victory.

Jordan scowled, glaring at the bars locking her Baird into a tiny room. Nothing but a queen sized cot and a toilet occupied the space with them.

“How many times have we been kidnapped this year because someone has fallen in love with you?” Baird asked with a sour expression, slumping down onto the cot with a groan, nursing his bruised knuckles, the area around his eye swelling.

“It’s not my fault I am so damn sexy I am irresistible.” She said trying to lighten the mood, striking a pose, hip jutted out, lips curved into an inviting smile. Baird stared at her, not speaking, eyes boring into her, something un-nameable in their depths. Nervousness began licking at Jordan, and she had to pull her eyes away. Why am I blushing, it’s just Baird?

She cleared her throat loudly, looking about trying to find a conversation topic. Baird beat her to it.

“What are you going to do about Maxius’?”

Jordan sighed loudly, running her hands through her tangled hair, exhaustion weighing her down. “Can’t exactly totally blame him for this one.”

To be continued…

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M.A.L.C.O.L.M. Chapter 4

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“Ms. Donovan is going to kill me!” Addison shrieked, struggling to pull herself free of her jumpsuit, arms getting tangled in the sleeves. Soon she was a panting, sweaty mess, body pretzeled into her fabric.

“Don’t worry,” Ezra muttered with a smile. “You have an hour. Now go take a shower and I brought you a change of clothes.” He toed a bag resting at his feet.

Addison stopped struggling and gave Ezra a look of absolute adoration. His heart started racing at the look and it took every once of self control he had not to reach out and trace the curve of her smile. If only she knew what she did to him.

“Would you mind?” she mumbled sheepishly offering her tangled arms. With quick deft movements he set about peeling her from her suit, trying his hardest to ignore the smooth feel of her arms. She smiled pleasantly up at him face stained with splotches of black, he wanted to lick his thumb and wipe the smear of grease off her forehead, tracing the curve of her cheek down to her chin. He gritted his teeth, the muscles of his jaw clenched to clear his thoughts.

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A most convoluted love triangle: A review of A Passion Most Pure by Julie Lessman

She’s found the love of her life.

Unfortunately, he loves her sister.

It’s 1916 and war brews on the horizon, a dark thought in the back of all the minds of the citizens of America, but the O’Connor’s refused to allow fear of the future to hold them back. Faith O’Connor finds herself drawn to a man entirely wrong for her, Colin McGuire, a rogue, who is forbidden by her family and shares none of her morals, who is also secretly dating her sister. All the beginnings of a doomed relationship. However, when Colin’s affections shift, it threatens to break apart the peace and comfort of the O’Connor family. When the draft is enacted many of the O’Connor’s loved ones are shipped overseas, and they return to Ireland, longing for the return of men who are fighting for their country. A Passion Most Pure by Julie Lessman, is a delightfully expansive tale that deals with the realities of family, passion, genuine love, morals, and religion.

I don’t know if I have mentioned to you guys that I have been on a serious kick for a little ooey gooey romance, and I have been gobbling these novels up recently. Probably to make up for the months of not reading and then devouring a bunch of classic tales and writing one too many literary analysis, that or I am trying to caramelize my brain with all the sugary sweetness. However, this tale, while a romance was not just sugary sweetness, in fact, it was quite a bit more, frustrating to say the least, and powerful.

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A Faux Pas

Cyndi shoved her way through the school halls, her vans squeaking loudly on the tile floor, as she searched desperately for Tyler her head whipping back and forth so quickly it was a miracle she didn’t get whiplash.

“Hey, Cyndi!” Alexis called, waving at her wildly. “Only one more week till we are free of this hell hole for good!” Cyndi’s gaze flickered over to her briefly and she shouted a greeting, voicing her hearty consent, before her attention returned to the problem at hand. “He’s over there.” Alexis informed her pointing in the direction of the gym doors, Cyndi’s eyes zeroed in on a familiar blonde head. “Thanks Alexis. Love you!”

“Tyler!” she screeched, pushing people out of the way with well placed elbows. The head turned slightly at the sound of his name, but continued on disappearing into the gym. With a burst of energy, Cyndi pulled herself free of the horde of teenagers urgently trying to escape from school.

She slammed into the gym doors like a hurricane, stumbling through and tripping over her own feet in her haste.

“Tyler!” Finally the blonde head stopped and turned around, blue eyes meeting hers. She pumped her arms back and forth. “Good-bye! See you, tomorrow, love you.”

A grin cracked across his face, “See you tomorrow, Cyndi.” He turned to go, only to pause and glance back, “Hey are we still on for this Saturday, Diana can’t wait to meet you.”

“Of course. I am so excited to meet your girlfriend. I can’t believe you kept her hidden from us for so long.” He laughed loudly before giving her a small wave, and hurrying over to his team. Cyndi grinned feeling a sense of accomplishment glad she hadn’t missed saying good-bye to Tyler.

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A Knight of…the people?

In Geoffrey Chaucer’s “The General Prologue”, the narrator tells us of the many pilgrims who plan to journey to Canterbury. Many characters are vividly described and clues about their character and persona are revealed. Throughout the various tales, many characters reappeared to add their opinions, agreeing or disagreeing heartily with whatever is being said, further developing their character. The Knight is the first pilgrim to be described, and he is afforded this honor due to his noble birth, being the only character of aristocracy in this group. The narrator seems to have a deep admiration for the knight,

a valiant man,

who, from the time when he had first begun

to ventured out, had loved chivalry,

truth and honor, liberality and courtesy.

(ll. 43-46)

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