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REPORT: Numerous Arrests Made After Alleged Mass Shooting At Philadelphia Ramadan Gathering
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REPORT: Numerous Arrests Made After Alleged Mass Shooting At Philadelphia Ramadan Gathering

REPORT: Numerous Arrests Made After Alleged Mass Shooting At Philadelphia Ramadan Gathering
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NHL Building Two Different Schedules In The Event That Coyotes Move From Phoenix To Salt Lake City: REPORT
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NHL Building Two Different Schedules In The Event That Coyotes Move From Phoenix To Salt Lake City: REPORT

Phoenix to Salt Lake City ... what a horrible relocation idea
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Former NFL Star Terrell Suggs Arrested After Allegedly Pulling Gun At Starbucks: REPORT
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Former NFL Star Terrell Suggs Arrested After Allegedly Pulling Gun At Starbucks: REPORT

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Robinhood Launches Media Outlet
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Robinhood Launches Media Outlet

The new outlet launched Tuesday
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Elderly Woman Fused To Soiled Bed Sheets Due To Sons Neglect‚ Cops Say
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Elderly Woman Fused To Soiled Bed Sheets Due To Sons Neglect‚ Cops Say

This is one of the worst cases Ive seen
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FACT CHECK: Fact Checking Trumps Claim About US Crime Statistics
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FACT CHECK: Fact Checking Trumps Claim About US Crime Statistics

During an Apr. 2 campaign rally in Michigan‚ presumptive 2024 Republican presidential nominee and former President Donald Trump claimed U.S. crime statistics are only going up. Verdict: Misleading Both data from the Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) s website and multiple experts indicate Trumps claim is false. However‚ some experts suggest that there is not []
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Florida Police Officers Complete Grocery Delivery After Arresting Delivery Driver(WATCH)
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Florida Police Officers Complete Grocery Delivery After Arresting Delivery Driver(WATCH)

Hello‚ uh‚ you ordered groceries? Your driver got arrested‚ so were delivering your groceries! It would have been difficult to summarize the sense of surprise that homeowner Joe Neu and his family felt when Florida police officers arrived carrying bags of produce and groceries. The story made national news on Fox 35 Orlando‚ where in []The post Florida Police Officers Complete Grocery Delivery After Arresting Delivery Driver(WATCH) appeared first on Good News Network.
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From Barbie to B&;amp;O Railroad: Margot Robbie to Produce Monopoly Movie
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From Barbie to B&;amp;O Railroad: Margot Robbie to Produce Monopoly Movie

News Monopoly From Barbie to B&;amp;O Railroad: Margot Robbie to Produce Monopoly Movie Will there be people playing top hats? Will someone go directly to jail? Will everyone build a hotel on Broadway? By Vanessa Armstrong | Published on April 10‚ 2024 Comment 0 Share New Share Margot Robbie‚ who recently starred in and produced the blockbuster Barbie (pictured above)‚ is setting her sights on another toy-related property. During CinemaCon today‚ Lionsgate‚ which owns the rights to the Monopoly IP‚ announced that Robbies company LuckyChap will be taking on a live-action film based on the board game. Hasbro Entertainment is also producing.I could not imagine a better production team for this beloved and iconic brand than LuckyChap‚ Lionsgate chair‚ Adam Fogelson‚ said (per Variety). They are exceptional producers who choose their projects with great thought and care‚ and join Monopoly with a clear point of view. We are tremendously excited to be working with the entire LuckyChap team on what we all believe can be their next blockbuster.Details on the plot remain murky beyond Fogelsons comment above about Robbies studio having a point of view on what to do with the capitalistic game. What that means exactly remains to be seen. Will Robbie play a major role‚ like the shoe game piece? Or perhaps the iron? Will someone go to jail‚ directly to jail? Will anyone get $200? Will Baltic Ave. finally get its due?Well have to wait and see‚ though LuckyChap is chuffed to take it on. Monopoly is a top propertypun fully intended‚ said a LuckyChap representative. Like all of the best IP‚ this game has resonated worldwide for generations‚ and we are so excited to bring this game to life alongside the wonderful teams involved at Lionsgate and Hasbro.No news yet on when it will go into production or build a hotel on a theater near you. [end-mark]The post From Barbie to B&;amp;O Railroad: Margot Robbie to Produce &;lt;i&;gt;Monopoly&;lt;/i&;gt; Movie appeared first on Reactor.
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Found Footage Is Back‚ Baby! A New Blair Witch Movie Is in the Works
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Found Footage Is Back‚ Baby! A New Blair Witch Movie Is in the Works

News The Blair Witch Project Found Footage Is Back‚ Baby! A New Blair Witch Movie Is in the Works But how will people appreciate your snot-coated sobbing if you apply face filters? By Vanessa Armstrong | Published on April 10‚ 2024 Comment 0 Share New Share This wont be your mamas Blair Witch! Thats what Lionsgate and Blumhouse execs Adam Fogelson and Jason Blum promised at CinemaCon today‚ where the studios announced a multi-film partnership that includes remaking (or making a sequel of?) the 1999 found footage phenom‚ The Blair Witch Project.I have been incredibly fortunate to work with Jason many times over the years. We forged a strong relationship onThe Purgewhen I was at Universal‚ and we launched STX with his filmThe Gift.There is no one better at this genre than the team at Blumhouse‚ said Fogelson (via The Hollywood Reporter). We are thrilled to kick this partnership off with a new vision forBlair Witchthat will reintroduce this horror classic for a new generation.Blum also acknowledged that returning to Blair Witch was a truly special opportunity and he was excited to see where it leads.I am also interested to see where this leads. Would the kids lost in the woods capture everything on their cell phones (and possibly uploaded to TikTok) instead of a camcorder? Other than that‚ will anything about it be markedly different than the original‚ which was captured via found footage from a cracked video camera that revealed some teens get stalked and murdered by a malevolent supernatural force? Time will tell! [end-mark]The post Found Footage Is Back‚ Baby! A New Blair Witch Movie Is in the Works appeared first on Reactor.
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Read an Excerpt From Ana Ellicksons The Vanishing Station
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Read an Excerpt From Ana Ellicksons The Vanishing Station

Excerpts Young Adult Read an Excerpt From Ana Ellicksons The Vanishing Station A YA contemporary fantasy about an underground magic system in San Franciscoand the lengths one girl is willing to go to protect the ones she loves. By Ana Ellickson | Published on April 10‚ 2024 Comment 0 Share New Share Were thrilled to share an excerpt from The Vanishing Station by Ana Ellickson‚ a young adult contemporary fantasy novel out from Amulet Books on April 30th.Eighteen-year-old Filipino American Ruby Santos has been unmoored since her mothers death. She cant apply to art school like shes always dreamed‚ and she and her father have had to move into the basement of their home and rent out the top floor while they work to pay back her mothers hospital bills.Then Ruby finds out her father has been living a secret life as a delivery person for a magical underworldhe jumps train lines to help deliver packages for a powerful family. Recently‚ hes fallen behind on deliveries (and deeper into alcoholism)‚ and if his debts arent satisfied‚ theyre going to take her mothers house. In an effort to protect her father and save all that remains of her mother‚ Ruby volunteers to take over her dads station and start jumping train lines.But this is no ordinary job. Ruby soon realizes that the trains are much more than doors to romance and adventure: theyre also doors to trafficking illicit goods and fierce rivalries. As she becomes more entangled with the magical underworld and the mysterious boy whos helped her to learn magic‚ she realizes too late that she may be in over her head. Can she free her father and save her mothers house? Or has she only managed to get herself pulled into the dangerous web her father was trapped in?Balboa always sings a kundiman while hes shaving‚ crooning to his own reflection in the mirror as he swipes a sharp blade across his chinand Im not talking Gillette razors‚ Im talking a blade sharpened to perfection. A blade he keeps tucked away in his boot for emergencies. A similar blade lies hidden in my backpack‚ because theres no way my father would let me wander San Francisco alone at night without a chaperoneeven if that chaperone is a blade Ive named Miss Marybeth.I only know a miniscule fraction of Tagalog (yes‚ shame shame)‚ but my dad has sung that kundiman love song enough times for me to know the lyrics backward and forward. Its called Dahil Sa Iyo‚ and back in 1961‚ Nat King Cole came to Manila and sang it in Tagalog instead of English. It blew my dad away‚ hearing a Filipino ballad sung by the Nat King Cole. Like something in his own language was worth sharing with the whole wide world.I wish hed tell me more about his homeland.Hell‚ I wish hed tell me why were sinking further and further into debt. With the secrets he spilled last night‚ I need more answers.As the sun begins to peek through our slatted garage windows‚ I pretend to sleep. My dad sings to himself in the mirror‚ the usual kundiman. With all his rambling about deals with the devil and Six mentioning a debt‚ I refuse to blindly wait for him to tell me whats wrong. What if hes been gambling? He obviously already has trouble with addictionwhat if hes taken it one step further? What if I can stop him from making an even bigger mess? I need to know why were falling behind on my moms medical payments when he says that hes working a full-time job. The rent payments are taking care of the property tax‚ house repairs‚ and funeral expenses. Im taking on as many house-painting gigs as I can get‚ so Im able to cover my own expenses and save a bit for when Stella breaks down. But somehow‚ were losing money. Ive seen the overdue statements. Its just not adding up.The moment Balboa closes the garage door‚ I leap out of bed. I wrangle my arms into my backpack strapsall the extra clothes Ill need for Chens Painting Service on this fine Saturday.Its not hard to follow him. I keep a block between us‚ ducking below trash bins when it seems like hell turn around. But he doesnt turn back; hes only ever trudging forward. At the station‚ my boots clamber down the stone steps until Im deep below the earth‚ sucking in stale air and listening to the whirl of ticket turnstiles.I pull a shimmering blue-and-white ticket from the machine. Dampened sunlight streams in at the far end of the platform where the concrete opens into air. Behind me‚ people speak in Spanish‚ Chinese‚ English‚ Hindi‚ and all sorts of languages mushed together. Balboa hovers a few yards away‚ far enough to not notice me with an inevitable hangover pulsing inside his head. My heart thuds when the sign flashes san francisco airport train: one minute. I stop listening to the cacophony of voices and the rustling of wings.Instead‚ Im listening for the train. Im trying to feel its rumble in my bones.When I was eightbefore my dad came to live with my mom and meI played this game where I tried to see how close I could get to the train as it ripped through the station. The conductors hated it. My mom freaked out on multiple occasions. But every time I was down here‚ I always ached to get as close as possible to that roaring wind.Now‚ I feel that same urge thrilling through my veins. My eyes electric‚ my lungs savoring the intoxicating smell of metal burning bright. Waitwait until the train comes howling into the station; wait‚ pressed up to that yellow warning line‚ until Im only steps away from the roaring hot metal. I feel as if its a wild horse that I can snatch hold of and swing myself atop of in one daring leap. The trains wake shoves me back‚ and I hold my ground against the wind‚ hold my eyes open to the silver rushing blur‚ hold on to the heartbeat hammering in my chest. I dont even flinch.And then‚ the doors open. Buy the Book The Vanishing Station Ana Ellickson Buy Book The Vanishing Station Ana Ellickson Buy this book from: AmazonBarnes and NobleiBooksIndieBoundTarget Hot air blows out with a flurry of passengers going about their boring lives at Balboa Park station. Their hurried footsteps add more layers of grime and scuffs to the tile floors. I swallow down the pulse pounding in my throat. Every day these trains race below our city‚ nothing more than metal and electricity.I hover on the platform and watch as soon-to-be travelers board the airport-bound train. They wedge themselves into the narrow blue vinyl seats‚ balancing suitcases and backpacks on their laps‚ cursing the fact that they brought too many pairs of shoes and books theyll never actually read on their beachside adventure. A pang of envy rumbles deep inside my gut. What would it be like to have the freedom to go where I want‚ to follow my dreams? A kid stares up at me when I stagger back from the yellow line. He saw‚ of course. In vain‚ I try to tamp down my wind-whipped hair. He tugs on my paint-splattered backpack‚ and his mother doesnt notice.What did that feel like? he says‚ little kid mouth agape. Like I was flying.He smiles.But dont try it. Its dangerous. I wink. I really shouldnt have winked. The last thing I need to do is encourage a seven-year-old to do harebrained stunts. But I cant stop the adrenaline flooding into my chest. And I lied. It feels less like flying and more like Ive jumped off a cliff into the roaring wind and Im trusting that Ill have wings.It is dangerous. One wrong step and Id be clobbered by 110 tons of metal.Trust me‚ no one who knows me would ever call me a daredevil. Im actually known as the Responsible One. The one who took care of her mother all through sophomore year of high school while she was battling breast cancer. The one who didnt go away to college or travel abroad because too many people needed her here. I promise Ill always keep those two steps between me and death. I swear it.Its justI dont know what makes me want to leap into that blur of blue and silver. It feels like I could leave this all behind and wake up somewhere else entirely. Somewhere brighter‚ bolder. Its almost like theres a wild heartbeat under the iron and steel‚ and all I need to do is reach out and grab the reins.A horn blares.I jump aboard before the doors slide shut‚ and the train shoots forward through the maze of tunnels twisting under San Francisco. I hide behind a thankfully large man and scan around his shoulder to see where my dad is sitting. Correction‚ standing. Leaning hard on his cane‚ but not wobbling an inch on this bumpy train. He stands beside the exit door on the opposite end of the car. The minutes tick by. Am I more nervous about him catching me on a BART trainor about finally finding out the truth? As we wait for the next station‚ my eyes roam across my fellow passengers. It calms my hammering heartbeat to imagine how Id sketch their faces. Reality flips on full blast: the kid snoring beside me with a face like melting candle wax‚ the old man stuffing French fries in his mouth‚ making my stomach growl from no breakfast.And a voice.Dahil sa iyo! The Filipino words come swaggering down the aisle‚ an aisle so thick with passengers‚ I can barely see whos singing.But I dont need to see. I know his voice.Its the Sap Master himself.My dad sings a wicked kundiman.But why is he serenading an entire train car? I inch closer‚ still out of his range of sight among the crush of passengers. My legs wobble as the train curves underground‚ and I cling to a metal pole to keep from falling. Dried paint sticks under my nails. Its been so long since Ive walked on a train that my knees tremble with the effort.Still‚ the song lures me across.Dahil sa iyo Because of youHis words come softly now‚ sweetly melancholy. His rich honey voice fades into the sound of brakes squealing against metal railsdahil sa iyo‚ nais kong mabuhay. Because of you‚ I want to live. Something isnt right this isnt the way he sings when he shaves in the mirror. His voice sounds mournful‚ broken at the edges.A chill drips down my spine as I push faster through the crowd‚ the lonely words echoing in my ears. Is this really my father? Its his voice‚ that much I know; but Ive never heard this pain crackling down his throat. I shoulder through the crush of passengers blocking my way.A flash of movement up ahead. His eagle cane‚ his shiny Elvis hair slipping away from the crowd toward the dark shadows. The train cars connecting doors creak open. A blast of roaring wind pierces my ears. Am I the only one to hear it? None of the passengers flinch.Dad‚ I say. Dad‚ wait!The glass doors separating the two train cars begin to slide shut. I still cant see with the last two passengers blocking my way. Through the crevice between their elbows‚ I catch my dads eagle cane as it disappears behind the doors. Fog swirls on the glass‚ and a spark of cobalt flashes across steel‚ rippling out like dewy spiderwebs.Hey‚ how about an excuse me? a bald man grumbles as I shove past his shoulder.I yank open the doors.The heavy plexiglass slides open and leads into a space that reminds me of an old phone booth. An icy blast slaps my skin‚ as if the conductor has cranked the AC to max capacity. But thats never the case on a BART train. Its always too hot. Always too many people breathing in your ear‚ elbows out and sweat stains under armpits.My breath leaves a mist on the glass‚ and I touch my fingers to the water droplets to make sure theyre real. A whiff of my dads coconut aftershave‚ his cracked leather jacket. He was here a moment ago. The two accordion walls crunch together as the train lurches to a full stop. It wouldnt be able to turn inside the dark tunnels without these flimsy rubber walls bending with the curve. I dont stay long. Theres nothing like imagining the train splitting into pieces while Im standing on the bridge connecting the cars.My eyes frantically scan the passengers faces before the doors open at Daly City station. Not-my-father‚ not-my-father. No! No slicked-back hair‚ no eagle cane‚ no leather jacket. Not on this train. It wouldnt have been possible for him to push his way through all these passengers to the exit.The conductor gives one final call. Doors closing.A warning beep blares into the tunnel. Dad? I holler into the train.Heads snap in my direction as if Im a lost toddler. My cheeks redden at the sudden attention. Im too old to be a little girl calling for her father. But Im not worried about myselfIm worried about him.Before the doors slide shut‚ I gaze up at the ratty pigeons clinging to the ledges of the train station even though theyve added spikes to scare them away. The train starts to speed down the tunnel in a blur of blue and silver. It scatters newspapers and feathers into the air.In all the magic tricks‚ a dove always disappears and reappears. We all know what really happens to the dove.That will not be my father.Adapted excerpt from the upcoming bookThe Vanishing Stationby Ana Ellickson‚ published by Amulet Books‚ an imprint of Abrams; 2024.The post Read an Excerpt From Ana Ellicksons &;lt;i&;gt;The Vanishing Station&;lt;/i&;gt; appeared first on Reactor.
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