Story

It was a rainy and cold night. And there was a lonely child sitting on a bank in the city park. He seemed really like a homeless child. And there was nobody around the park except from him. He was really hungry and he couldn’t bear this situation anymore and started to search something that he could eat. Then he saw a market. But, he hadn’t any money. He entered the market there was nobody around. He rapidly took something that he would eat. But the shop owner noticed him and accused him stealing something from his market. But, said child that he wouldn’t do anything. They talked for a while. Then the market owner gave something to eat to child. And child promised not to this any time.

ınternet addıctıveness

In these days the number of houses which have ınternet ıncreasıng fastly. And the use age of ınternet decreasing.Children easily learn and use computers. But ınternet not only a useful thing. There are also harms of ınternet using such as games, or unethical web pages etc.But everybody should be prevent their being an internet addictive person.If a person knows that he or she has difficulty with other forms of addictive behavior, they should be cautious in exploring the types of application that are used on the Internet. In addition, it is important for people to engage in social activities outside the Internet. Finally, mental health workers should investigate ways in which to participate in the implementation of new technology rather than waiting for its after effects.

Our House!!

We build an house in sL this week.First I made a ground for our house.Then my friend Ural made the right wall of our house and my friend Gökhan made its left wall.My friend Mehmet Ali made its back and then Cedric and Salim made its front.Cedric made its left and Salim made its right and there was a room between them for the door.I made a block for door's over and put it there.And then I made its roof.At the end of our work while some of us was deciding walls shape and color the others made some accesories such as chairs, arm chairs etc. in it.And last we made the house in the photo.

Charles Dickens - Paragraph 1

It was a rainy Thursday night in London. The feast of St. Michael the Archangel was lately over and the Lord of Chancellor was sitting in Lincoln’s Inn Hall anxiously. There was implacable November weather outside.There was so much mud in the streets that one would think there had just been a very heavy rainfall and it would not be wonderful to meet a Megalosaurus which has approximately forty feet long, waddling like an elephantine lizard up Halborn Hill. As smoke was lowering down from chimney-pots, it was making a spongy mizzle, with flakes of soot in it. It was as big as full-grown snowflakes,which had gone into mourning, one can imagine for the sunset.Dogs were undistinguishable in swamp.Horses were scarcely better and splashed to their very blinkers.Foot passengers were pushing each other’s umbrellas in a general infection of ill temper, and lost their foot-hold at street-corners, where tens of thousands of other foot passengers have been slipping and sliding since the day broke.(if this day ever broke).They added new deposit to the crust upon crust of mud, stuck at those points, persistently to the pavement and accumulated at compound interests.