quicksilver
The Queen's adviser told her, "It would be a good idea to get married to someone wealthy, quickly. Our kingdom is going bankrupt, m'lady." The queen replied, "I'm not going to marry the first prince that comes waltzing in here. I have to know him." The adviser countered, "Well, you may have to do just that. Doesn't the good of the kingdom come before anything else?"
When I hear the word "turbine," I think of wind turbines, generating power. I think of people trying to be "green," to save the environment, to help the earth. I think of turbines as a good thing. We need to pay more attention to the Earth.
I fill my bucket up with water and start the trek back to our campsite. I sigh as I lug the heavy bucket. At least I only have one week of camp, and then I'm back to my air-conditioned house. However, as I carry the bucket, a tiny deer pops out of the woods, right next to me. "It's Bambi!" I say, and laugh. Maybe camp won't be so bad after all.
I shivered as chills ran up and down my spine. "S-Sam?" I asked, as the dark forest seemed to close in around me. One minute, he was there, and the next, he was gone. And it was so dark, I couldn't see, couldn't breath...
The baker smiled as he took the pie out of the oven. It had a perfect, golden-brown crust, and it smelled delicious. "Wonderful," he said with a smile. He always wanted anything he made to be perfect, and this was no exception.
"Is the computer configured correctly?!" she asked frantically. "If it's wrong, this could destroy life as we know it."
"Relax," said the boy as he lounged in his armchair. "It's perfect, I checked it twenty times. We'll be fine."
"I'm not so sure..." said the girl.