I had these in my "gathered quotes" notepad for Salam that just never seemed poignant enough to ever really use. So instead I post it here.
"Since coming to Duke, I've become more conservative regarding the Middle East. I truly believe that a threat to the security of Israel is a threat to Jews all over ... especially in the U.S."—Livia Fine, Duke University junior
"I am for the United States being involved, and I hope that the United States will keep its commitment to Jordan, to the Palestinians, in accordance to what was said to them."--Yitzhak Rabin
"I believe, too, that we will prevail over them. We have known terrorist attacks in the past, and I am afraid there is no hermetic solution to terrorism."--Yitzhak Rabin
"I believe that it is my responsibility as the prime minister of Israel to do whatever can be done to exploit the unique opportunities that lie ahead of us to move towards peace. Not everything can be done by one act."-- Yitzhak Rabin
"America and Israel share a special bond. Our relationship is unique among all nations. Like America, Israel is a strong democracy, a symbol of freedom, and an oasis of liberty, a home to the oppressed and persecuted."-- Bill Clinton, Former US President
"I'm killed instantly. Little blazing lead meteors enter my body. My blood cells ride those bullets into outer space. My soul surges up the oceans of the Milky Way at the speed of light. At the moment of death, I see the invisble war."-- Marisol Perez, from Jose Rivera's "Marisol."
" I can't be home tonight, I'll make it back it's alright
No one could ever love me half as good as you
Gotta badge for my scars just the other day
Wore it proud for the sake of my sanity
I could see the flames burn bright from the windin road
Like a haunting page from our history
Watched a young girl cry and her mother scream
Its the saddest thing when angels fly away"-- Cold, "When Angels Fly Away" from the album "A Different Kind of Pain"
Note: Not all of these are directly relevant to the Palestinian/Israeli conflilct, but deal with racism, history, terrorism and/or politics, or all of the above.
"My Name Is Rachel Corrie" by Alan Rickman (Author), Katharine Viner (Editor)
"Marisol" by Jose Rivera
"Tooth and Nail" by the Junction Avenue Theater Company
"Stuff Happens" by David Hare
"Axis of Evil Comedy Tour"
"American History X"
"Poems of the Great War 1914-1918" Published by the Penguin Group
"Night" by Elie Weisel
"To Kill A Mockingbird" by Harper Lee
"Long, Long Time" by Guy Forsyth
"Prayer to Saint Peter" by Edwin McCain
"When Angels Fly Away" by Cold
"War on Drugs" by Barenaked Ladies
"The General" by Dispatch
"Crisis" by Steven Salisbury (MySpace. Com/StevenSalisbury)
Rock Against Bush Album Volumes 1 and 2
And anything by Bad Religion and the Ataris
A FULL LIST OF VICTIMS OF THE FICTIONAL JFP MASSACRE
In order to keep track of all the 24 hostages and how many were dead and who was dying, I actually indeed gave every hostage a name and even a tiny bit of character definition. It made it easier to count them off as characters rather than statistics. The mother who is one of the first killed? She had a name. Kyle and his girlfriend (the two hostages killed after Ali decides to kill people every five minutes) both had designated religions and first and last names. The religions of the dead are represented in chapter 23 "Umbrellas" next to their names on the stone. Anyways, here's the list, just in case you were curious how I kept track of everyone's death.
Neil Silverman, Jared Silverman, Mother (Rhonda Stone), Isabella Marisol Perez, Angry Man (Arthur Kipps), Eli Eberstark, Noah Berkowitz, Greg Sanders, Sarah "Lucy" Ball, Kareem Osman, Amira Osman
KILLED IN STORY
1) Jessica McNamara (known simply as "Jessica," the first to die), 2) Neil Silverman, 3) Jared Silverman, 4) Mother (Rhonda Stone), 5) Isabella Perez, 6) Angry Man (Arthur Kipps), 7) Kyle Schwartz, 8) Amy Calloway (Kyle's girlfriend), 9) Older Man (Richard Papadopulos), 10) Claire Berkowitz
11) Nick Stokes, 12) Noah Berkowitz, 13) Simon Rivers, 14) Amira Osman (eventually fatal), 15) Kareem Osman
16) Greg Sanders, 17)Sarah Ball, 18) Eli Eberstark
KILLED OUT OF STORY
19) Jonathan Bernstein, 20) Amanda Cohen, 21) Lara Chang, 22) Naguib Mohammed Mahfouz, 23) Aaron Kheder, 24) Anthony Delfino (Second last to die next to Amira, he died on the operating table.)
Summary: The worst day of Greg Sanders' life began when he woke up in the middle of the Nevada desert with no recollection of how he got there. After dealing with irritating colleagues, getting shot at and getting hit by a car, his bad day is capped off when he finds out he's a suspect in a murder he doesn't remember committing. A comical mystery with a clever twist ending. (Yes! It is clever! I laughed with glee when I thought it up, it's not predictable at all!)
Pairings: TBD, currently only team friendship.
Available For Reading: Mid-June, 2007
Greg scratched his upper arm and for the first time realized he was shirtless. He looked down and realized his shirt wasn't all he was missing. "Whoa! Where are my clothes?"
"Easy, Greggo," Nick said, chuckling. "Your shirt and pants are in the car. I told you, we needed to cool you down, put you in a hyperthermia vest, towels on your head neck and lower torso, you know the drill."
"Why the hell do you have a hyperthermia vest just lying around?" Greg asked, noticing it lying beside him.
Nick shrugged. "Once I dated a nurse and she has this thing with hot and cold—"
"Stop talking right now," Greg said, holding up his hand. "My head hurts too much for kinky sex stories."
"Hey Greg?" Sara called, stepping around the side of the Tahoe and holding a swab in one hand and an evidence bag in the other.
"Jesus!" Greg said, standing up quickly. He grabbed the vest and held it in front of him.
Sara smiled at him broadly, and Greg hoped her eyes were closed behind her sunglasses. "Nice boxers," she said casually. "You woke up about a mile east, yeah?"
"Uh… yeah…" Greg said, feeling dizzy again, probably from standing up so fast. He shook his head. "Sara, can I talk to you when I have some clothes on?" he asked, holding onto the side of the car.
Sara held her hands up and turned around. "OK," she said. "There's not much to see anyway."
Greg looked after her in a mixture of umbrage and embarrassment as Nick started chuckling. Greg looked at him. "Please say she didn't see me like this when I was unconscious?"
Nick hesitated. "She didn't see you like that when you were unconscious."
"You're lying," Greg said.
Nick was still laughing as he nodded. "Yes I am."
"Oh, you shut up," Greg snapped as he leaned against the car and slid back to the ground. "Please get me my clothes now."
Summary: When one of their own is reported missing, Nick and Greg brave the rainy storm to try and find their lost friend. They find her car crashed into a tree, but no sign of her save for a set of footprints in the mud that inexplicably disappear into nothing. Also at the scene, quite disturbingly, they find claw marks and another set of footprints, far too sinister to be human...
Rating: T/M depending on how scary it gets.
Pairing: Again, TBD. Could be Sandle, could be Snickers, hell it could be GSR or it could just be friendship. Probably not slash though (sorry Nick/Greg shippers!). I haven't been in a romantic mood lately.
Available For Reading: August 2007/After "Bloody Sunday" finishes posting, whatever comes first.
If there was one thing in the world Sara Sidle hated more than rainstorms, it was driving in them. Some of her worst memories were when it was raining. It had been raining when her mom killed her dad. It had been raining when she found out her first boyfriend was cheating on her with her friend. And worst of all, it was raining at that very moment, when she was late for work already, and it was pissing her off.
As the windshield wipers swung back and forth like odious pendulums, lightning lit up the sky. As soon as the wipers seemed to clear the windshield, a new torrent of rain would blur her vision again. It was useless trying to see anything. She was driving through a small stretch of forest before coming into the city where the bright lights might help light her way better. As it was, all she had to go on was the dim light of her headlights and the occasional flash of lightening. When caught in her headlights, the bare trees cast sinisterly twisted shadows on the winding road.
On top of everything else, her phone began to ring. Making sure to keep her eyes on the road, she reached into the passenger seat and dug blindly in her purse before finding and answering it.
"What?" she snapped into the phone.
"Well you're the one that's late, you don't need to bite my head off."
Sara rolled her eyes. "Greg, unless there's a specific reason for this call, I'm hanging up in five seconds."
"Where are you?"
"No, seriously," Greg said quickly. "You're an hour late."
"Sara! Where the hell are you and how soon will you be here? Grissom's really—"
"— riding my ass, here, OK, I'm calling on his behalf, not mine, so just leave the attitude—"
"Will you at least be here soon?" He sounded exasperated. Sara felt sorry for him.
"Yes," she said. "It's the rain, and I overslept, so I should be there… er… eventually."
"Eventually isn't soon enough," Greg said.
"Your five seconds are up," Sara snapped, her annoyance returning.
"Hey, if you have a nervous breakdown on your way here, can I have your—"
Click. Sara didn't even want to hear him finish the bad joke. She jumped at another crack of thunder which happened nearly simultaneously with the lightening. She was in the thick of the storm now. To sooth her nerves, she turned on the radio. The station returned nothing but static. As Sara fiddled with the dial to find a station that came in properly, another flash of lightning made her look to the road again, and just in time.
Frozen in her high beams like some deformed, nocturnal deer, stood a creature with wide eyes that reflected the light of her headlights as eerily red. It had claw-like hands and stood on two cloven feet. Sara swerved to avoid it but her car skidded in the water and she ended up slamming right into a tree.
The airbags jammed and her jaw slammed into the steering wheel, knocking it out of place. As she recoiled from this pain she hit her head against the window which cracked under the pressure and sent a jolt of scalding agony rattling through her skull. Her vision bled with varying shades of red as the dizziness encircled her mind.
Looking around for one last time, she saw the wide nocturnal eyes of something beyond her nightmares staring at her through her shattered windshield…
Parting words: This is the very end. Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed the story! You guys write some good stuff too (those of you who write) I've checked it out (and if I was a good reader, I ought to have reviewed it... hm...) Anyways, keep writing, keep reading, and most importantly keep watching CSI... I've said that before, haven't I?
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