It was offered to me after the original idea person refused to pay for the development and has become my first foray into the arena of movies. Immoral Authority involves Bob Adams, a quiet and private man who only wants to be left alone. Unfortunately an Army buddy he thought had been killed in Vietnam shows up and complicates Bob's life.
Bob goes to prison after he refuses to sell his grandfather's farm to a firm that want to use it as a dumping ground for toxic materials. Bob's daughters, Ali and Tammy must somehow clear their father's good name and bring the bad guys to justice. Product Details About the Author. He traveled all over the world with the U. Navy before retiring from active duty in He attended Memphis State University and received a degree in Writing in This day, however, was special to them, for they had lost a son to the bog and they would join others who had suffered the same fate, other families who they saw usually only twice a year, now and during the Christmas season when they shut down all bogging activities for one week.
May is soul always rest in peace. Ee woos a credit to maankind, ee woos and I knew ee as a graand place oop there.
I loove to play the games at the fair, I do. Why, laast year I woon that gift, a stoofed moonkie, I did. Maybe this year it will be a cage to put im in. Only live woons. Caan I ave sum ice cream tomorra, can I? Why, you caan ave two ice creams, me soon.
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A fair in Ireland in those days is nothing like one of today in America. No shootings, perhaps a few fistfights with a few manly bruises — you know what good Irish whiskey can do to the brain — , no knifings, a fun day for all, everyone Irish, not a hodgepodge of nationalities and races attempting, if that, to get along in some reasonably civil manner. No, they were all Irish and all proud in the same way, oh, except for the protestants.
But, they were tolerated because, after all, they were Irish, too. The village was not large, lying beneath the South Ireland Moraine in the older Drift, ancient with the usual cathedral, so large for such a small town, such a fine example of medieval gothic architecture. He became a wildcatter in the Western Pennsylvania fields — hence, the name Pennzoil, invented the oil pipeline as well as a method to separate the components in oil. Our Unitarian church is modeled after a Tudor style church in England on a smaller scale, but an exact duplicate in every way; the Fairhaven High School from which I graduated is another great castle-like building of granite, oak and stained glass windows at one time one of the highest rated schools in America, many BU graduates as teachers, some from Harvard and Yale and other Ivy League colleges.
Rogers saw to that. But, back to the Irish village, one that defies anything in America because of its medieval pedigree. Milne in the following poem:. Ah yes, the village of old, so warm, yet so cold, at times personless, or so it appears in pictures, vacant streets as if a victim of On The Beach, nuclear fallout, not like Broadway or the Champs, or one of the main avenues in any large city in China, no, very lonely and damp, enough to chill the bones, but, not this day, the day of the festival, the celebration of St.
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So far in between are such festivities for this family that they reap ultimate enjoyment from it, not like today when each day for some is borderline festival, the demarcation very thin. So many today have so much, of course while so many others do not, borderline nothingness, not a pot to do you know what in.go site
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Should anyone care? Well, I guess that is determined by empathy of which so many are devoid of, you know, the Wall Street gang, the rippers as in Jack the Ripper, not actually, but with as much pain. And then, they walk the ten miles home not even knowing they are doing so in such elation over the celebration and the thoughts of Shep looking down on them from heaven. The next day, Monday, after a great day, but no cage for Vaughan, it is time to go to work. The little family exits the little cottage, close to the sea, their feelings somewhere between remorse for their lost family member and a heightened sacredness of bliss following the day of St.
While working the bogs, in the distance is seen a horseman. Now that is something different. The family has not ever had a horse and it is not a typical sight in these parts, a luxury way beyond their means. Behind the horseman is a huge white mass moving slowly. As the mass gets closer, their outlines resemble something fluffy, really fluffy for it is over a thousand fluffy sheep. Airell recognizes the horseman immediately. It is Sheperd, Shep his missing son, gone so long.
I knew they would. Shep, Shep what ave ye there, me son? Where ave ye been, laad? Shep approaches and dismounts. We are now sheepherders of the highest order.
We will be moving to higher ground, with your approval, father, to a new cottage in the vaalley of God which I have purchased in your name, my noble father. Sydney Warburton, Jr.? Two things.
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Out of curiosity, how did that have any relevance to or bearing on the article about choosing character names? Are you just that desperate to get published?
I admit I am inclined to write long posts myself from time to time. I have never once even considered using a comment board to publish one of my own stories. Because I think it would be egregiously self-serving and egotistical to even allow the thought to cross my mind. The epitome of conceit. And, frankly? But, seriously?
You could have done that without blatantly using this forum to publish your short story. I find it not at all clever. Just really quite tacky annoying and as I said, audacious of you. I hope the forum moderator will consider quietly taking it down. But, if you were or are? I really wonder what your professors would say about publishing a short story disguised and very poorly disguised, at that as a letter to the editor of a writing magazine.
Not a particularly effective advertisement for the program. Sorry to be so brutally honest. You had the nerve to publish it the way you did. Afraid you have to take the critiques that come with that decision. Thank you. HuffmanHanni, I agree with you about readers wanting names they can pronounce. I recently read a novel that featured many Welsh characters with very Welsh names.
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It really took away from the flow of the story. I would say that anglicizing the names may be a good idea. Good luck! One thing I wonder about is if it could be considered offensive to anglicize a name that looks harsh? I can understand your concern about anglicizing names- there are certainly circumstances in which it would be offensive. Maybe you could try a technique like that?
Great article. I try to stay away from that. As a helpful tip, watch the credits at the end of a movie for names. You can categorize by movie era and location. Great article Brian! Sound, as you said and annieb echoed, is incredibly important. Even more important, to me, is the meaning of the name. I will do a simple find and replace to fix the names when they come to me. I also try to avoid picking names that may look cool on paper, but are just silly and embarrassing to say. Odds are if you pronounce it several different ways, readers will be just as confused.
Exotic names are nice, but they can be ridiculous of the writer gets carried away with the number of syllables used. I have different methods.