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Echoes of the End

In the hidden valley town of Eldridge, everyone knew of the legend—the tale of "The End." According to whispers and worn records, every fifty years, a curse would descend upon the town. For seven nights, one person would vanish, taken by something that dwelled in the shadows. And when the seventh night was over, "The End" would claim one final soul before leaving the town in silence...until its return.

As the fifty-year mark approached, the townsfolk became anxious. Most boarded up their homes, clinging to their loved ones, desperate to wait out the cursed week. But Tom, a young man who’d grown up in Eldridge hearing these tales, didn’t believe in the curse. He brushed it off as a silly superstition, laughing at the panicked glances exchanged among the elders.

The disappearances started anyway.

The first night, Tom heard whispers that old Mrs. Fletcher, who lived alone on the hill, hadn’t answered her door in the morning. Her house was empty, her bed cold. By the third night, the Smiths, a family of four, had gone missing as well. Tom’s bravado began to fade as each night took someone new, and he noticed the town growing quieter and emptier.

On the seventh night, his best friend Caleb disappeared. Tom felt a chill settle in his bones. There were no more people on the streets, and windows remained tightly shut, doors barred. The silence was thick, almost alive.

It was the eighth night, and the town had become a ghostly shell of itself. Tom locked himself in his home, sealing every door and window, hoping that the walls would keep him safe. But there was something else—a single candle placed in the center of his room, just like the old tales mentioned. Tom could never understand why the candle mattered so much, but now he found himself clinging to it, as though it could somehow keep him safe from whatever was lurking in the dark.

As midnight struck, his candle’s flame flickered. Tom watched it, feeling his heartbeat quicken with each shiver of the flame. The air grew cold, and a faint hum filled the silence, like a breathless chant. He closed his eyes, focusing on the dim light that kept him company. But then, the whispers grew louder, clearer, as if they were calling his name from within the walls, from every shadow.

"Tom..."

The whisper was so close, like a hot breath against his ear. He froze, his hands gripping the candle, desperate to keep it from going out. But the flame was already fading, no matter how he shielded it.

And then, with a final whisper, the candle went out.

In the darkness, Tom felt an icy hand grip his wrist, pulling him towards something vast and hollow, a place where sound died and shadows swallowed the light. He wanted to scream, but his voice was lost in the thick, eerie silence. He felt himself sinking, deeper and deeper, as if falling through the earth itself. The last thing he heard was the whispers—calling his name again and again.

The next morning, the townspeople who were left found his home empty. A faint chill lingered in the air, and in the center of the room lay a single, half-burned candle. It flickered briefly when they stepped inside, as if mocking them, before going dark forever.

And the town knew: the curse was finished—for now. But someday, The End would echo through Eldridge again.

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Baby Camel and Mother

A mother and a baby camel were lying around, and suddenly the baby camel asked, "mother, may I ask you some questions? Mother said, "Sure! Why son, is there something bothering you? Baby said, "Why do camels have humps?" Mother said "Well son, we are desert animals, we need the humps to store water and we are known to survive without water". Baby said, "Okay, then why are our legs long and our feet rounded?" Mother said, "Son, obviously they are meant for walking in the desert. You know with these legs I can move around the desert better than anyone does!" Baby said, "Okay, then why are our eyelashes long? Sometimes it bothers my sight". Mother with pride said, "My son, those long thick eyelashes are your protective cover. They help to protect your eyes from the desert sand and wind".

Baby after thinking said, "I see. So the hump is to store water when we are in the desert, the legs are for walking through the desert and these eye lashes protect my eyes from the desert then what in god's name are we doing here in the Zoo!?"

Moral: Skills, knowledge, abilities and experiences are only useful if you are at the right place.

Boy's Weakness

A 10-year-old boy decided to study judo despite the fact that he had lost his left arm in a devastating car accident.

The boy began lessons with an old Japanese judo master. The boy was doing well, so he couldn't understand why, after three months of training the master had taught him only one move. "Sensei,"(Teacher in Japanese) the boy finally said, "Shouldn't I be learning more moves?" "This is the only move you know, but this is the only move you'll ever need to know," the sensei replied.

Not quite understanding, but believing in his teacher, the boy kept training. Several months later, the sensei took the boy to his first tournament. Surprising himself, the boy easily won his first two matches. The third match proved to be more difficult, but after some time, his opponent became impatient and charged; the boy deftly used his one move to win the match. Still amazed by his success, the boy was now in the finals.

This time, his opponent was bigger, stronger, and more experienced. For a while, the boy appeared to be overmatched. Concerned that the boy might get hurt, the referee called a time-out. He was about to stop the match when the sensei intervened. "No," the sensei insisted, "Let him continue." Soon after the match resumed, his opponent made a critical mistake: he dropped his guard. Instantly, the boy used his move to pin him. The boy had won the match and the tournament.

He was the champion. On the way home, the boy and sensei reviewed every move in each and every match. Then the boy summoned the courage to ask what was really on his mind.

"Sensei, how did I win the tournament with only one move?"

"You won for two reasons," the sensei answered. "First, you've almost mastered one of the most difficult throws in all of judo. And second, the only known defense for that move is for your opponent to grab your left arm."

The boy's biggest weakness had become his biggest strength.

Moral: Sometimes we feel that we have certain weaknesses and we blame God, the circumstances or ourselves for it but we never know that our weaknesses can become our strengths one day. Each of us is special and important, so never think you have any weakness, never think of pride or pain, just live your life to its fullest and extract the best out of it!"

Keep Your Dream

I have a friend named Monty Roberts who owns a horse ranch in San Isidro. He has let me use his house to put on fund-raising events to raise money for youth at risk programs.

The last time I was there he introduced me by saying, "I want to tell you why I let Jack use my horse. It all goes back to a story about a young man who was the son of an itinerant horse trainer who would go from stable to stable, race track to race track, farm to farm and ranch to ranch, training horses. As a result, the boy's high school career was continually interrupted. When he was a senior, he was asked to write a paper about what he wanted to be and do when he grew up.

"That night he wrote a seven-page paper describing his goal of someday owning a horse ranch. He wrote about his dream in great detail and he even drew a diagram of a 200-acre ranch, showing the location of all the buildings, the stables and the track. Then he drew a detailed floor plan for a 4,000-square-foot house that would sit on a 200-acre dream ranch.

"He put a great deal of his heart into the project and the next day he handed it in to his teacher. Two days later he received his paper back. On the front page was a large red F with a note that read, `See me after class.'

"The boy with the dream went to see the teacher after class and asked, `Why did I receive an F?'

"The teacher said, `This is an unrealistic dream for a young boy like you. You have no money. You come from an itinerant family. You have no resources. Owning a horse ranch requires a lot of money. You have to buy the land. You have to pay for the original breeding stock and later you'll have to pay large stud fees. There's no way you could ever do it.' Then the teacher added, `If you will rewrite this paper with a more realistic goal, I will reconsider your grade.'

"The boy went home and thought about it long and hard. He asked his father what he should do. His father said, `Look, son, you have to make up your own mind on this. However, I think it is a very important decision for you.' "Finally, after sitting with it for a week, the boy turned in the same paper, making no changes at all.

He stated, "You can keep the F and I'll keep my dream."

Monty then turned to the assembled group and said, "I tell you this story because you are sitting in my 4,000-square-foot house in the middle of my 200-acre horse ranch. I still have that school paper framed over the fireplace." He added, "The best part of the story is that two summers ago that same schoolteacher brought 30 kids to camp out on my ranch for a week." When the teacher was leaving, he said, "Look, Monty, I can tell you this now. When I was your teacher, I was something of a dream stealer. During those years I stole a lot of kids' dreams. Fortunately you had enough gumption not to give up on yours."

Moral: Don't let anyone steal your dreams. Follow your heart, no matter what. No Dream is too big or too small when one works hard to live it. One should always try making dreams come true no matter what.

Architecture is the will of an epoch translated into space. Living, Changing, New. Not yesterday, not tomorrow, only today can be given form. Only such architecture is creative.