is a very important protein wich can defeat the virus called Tobacco mosaic virus!
And as for the onewho fears standing in front of His Lord and restrainsthe soul from impure evil desires and lusts, verily, Paradise will be his abode [79:40-41]
its night an masked freemasons are gathering for an important appointment
And as for the onewho fears standing in front of His Lord and restrainsthe soul from impure evil desires and lusts, verily, Paradise will be his abode [79:40-41]
its night an masked freemasons are gathering for an important appointment
i like the theme but it doesn't read like a bed time story, come on learn from the predecessors who have participated in the previous pix.. I need juicy details..
Text without context is pretext If your opponent is of choleric temperament, seek to irritate him
is she Iraqi and using this virus for biological warfare?
lol how did you come up with that ?? she is just using it for infected plants orsomething
And as for the onewho fears standing in front of His Lord and restrainsthe soul from impure evil desires and lusts, verily, Paradise will be his abode [79:40-41]
First pic:
"You're such a hard worker aren't you."
"I try my best ma'am."
"You try and try and try, but you always make mistakes. I don't know why you signed up for this feild. You should know what you're capable off."
"Are you my boss ma'am?"
"No, but i'm more experienced than you and I know a failure when I see one."
"Arent you supposed to be working in the next lab ma'am? I smell something burning"
Second pic:
They huddled together under the tiny shelter of the bus stop. He was supposed to be coming tonight, but no body knew when. It wasn't often they had visitors, infact hardly any of them could remember the last time they had any. This time not only he was their first visitor in decades, but he was someone BIG.
"Papa, why do they call him a big person?"
"Why son, because he drives a big black car so I heard."
"Grampa has a big car and it's black. Why don't we call him a big person?"
"When your car is 40 years old you don't deserve the title son. No son, not in these days."
Suddenly, a tiny speck of light appeared at the end of the old long road.
" Do you think that's him?" An old lady whispered.
They all bent over, squinting their eyes for a better look.
" It's not moving anymore. It can't be no big black car." Said the sherrif whilst tilting his hat. He was totally dissapointed. He didn't shine up his boots so carefully this morning to wait for a big black car in the dark with only a speck for a headlight.
LOL I cant' continue the sotry will be too long! hehehe . My mind's already twisitng up all sorts of things.
First pic:
"You're such a hard worker aren't you."
"I try my best ma'am."
"You try and try and try, but you always make mistakes. I don't know why you signed up for this feild. You should know what you're capable off."
"Are you my boss ma'am?"
"No, but i'm more experienced than you and I know a failure when I see one."
"Arent you supposed to be working in the next lab ma'am? I smell something burning"
Second pic:
They huddled together under the tiny shelter of the bus stop. He was supposed to be coming tonight, but no body knew when. It wasn't often they had visitors, infact hardly any of them could remember the last time they had any. This time not only he was their first visitor in decades, but he was someone BIG.
"Papa, why do they call him a big person?"
"Why son, because he drives a big black car so I heard."
"Grampa has a big car and it's black. Why don't we call him a big person?"
"When your car is 40 years old you don't deserve the title son. No son, not in these days."
Suddenly, a tiny speck of light appeared at the end of the old long road.
" Do you think that's him?" An old lady whispered.
They all bent over, squinting their eyes for a better look.
" It's not moving anymore. It can't be no big black car." Said the sherrif whilst tilting his hat. He was totally dissapointed. He didn't shine up his boots so carefully this morning to wait for a big black car in the dark with only a speck for a headlight.
LOL I cant' continue the sotry will be too long! hehehe . My mind's already twisitng up all sorts of things.
that is what I am talking about...
thanks brilliant.. I loved it..
Text without context is pretext If your opponent is of choleric temperament, seek to irritate him
well i dunno what to think more , the only thing that comes up to my mind are freemasons thats it ,
amazing I cant think something else for that..that picture is just too weird for my brains and especially at night lol
And as for the onewho fears standing in front of His Lord and restrainsthe soul from impure evil desires and lusts, verily, Paradise will be his abode [79:40-41]
Should I continue the story for the second pic? Lol it's called the villagers . hahaha I love writing.
sure you can.. you can bin what you write and start over, I am not imposing tariff it is rather a privilege to read what you guys write -- Masha'Allah so very talented..
Text without context is pretext If your opponent is of choleric temperament, seek to irritate him
It is sound nice
To make a story by watching pictures.
H.A. Murray made a psychology test (TAT-method) to try to find out characteristic of people -who watch pictures and make story-!
Also, it is a way to people speak about art. It is good.
It is sound nice
To make a story by watching pictures.
H.A. Murray made a psychology test (TAT-method) to try to find out characteristic of people -who watch pictures and make story-!
Also, it is a way to people speak about art. It is good.
these are indeed TAT themes.. but I am not using is to psychoanalyze folks-- it just for fun. ...
Text without context is pretext If your opponent is of choleric temperament, seek to irritate him
She could see the potential in her eyes. The way those hands worked so efficiently, so carefully only strengthened her belief in her. She, the girl, was her student. An apprentice. But a lady of great intelligence and knowledge.
It was a view from behind her specs, but she knew the reality of the situation. She knew that the success of her company and the lives of many people depended on this one beautiful, strong yet vulnerable woman.
She couldn't help it. Ever since the day she had the accident, she was unable to work in the field she excelled in all her life. The accident cost her her right hand and it left her emotionally unstable and paralysed. The anti-depressants she tok every night kept her sane enough to watch her student as she proceeded to discover the cure to the cery disease that killed her mother.
As she stood there, watching lovingly, the girl turned her head.
"Yes miss? Do you have any queries?"
"Do not be distracted by me. You have to complete this or you're no good to me or my company. It won't be very hard to replace you".
In reality, she knew no one who could do the job as good as her. But she kept the sternness in her voice. It kept her emotionally detached from people. She liked that.
The girl thought:
"**** you, you old piece of good-for-nothing poop. It's about time you died"
Without a word, the girl picked up the test tube with the fuming concentrated HCl acid and flung it towards the woman. She watched with an evil glee as the skin dissolved to expose red flesh and white bones.
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