conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me a description for a story titled Misunderstood about Through, Reading with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Women's Fiction.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: the author works full time as a respiratory therapist. Through her years of experience with people and life events, she hopes to share life lessons to others through fiction. Reading is one way a person can escape, discover, explore, re-energize or just have fun.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a story about Florida, Atlantic, University with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Poetry?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this story could be 'Misunderstood'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for this story.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Misunderstood
  Russ nodded. "OK. OK. I think I get it." He took a deep breadth. "I'm a people person as my dad calls it." Jason nodded. "Whew...had me scared there for a minute." He perked up and started to work the stacks again.
  They carried the stacks to the side of the house near the back door. Together they stood around the gleaming, aluminum garbage cans. Like bombs released through opened bomb bay doors, they released their loads. The loud crash bounced off the walls.
  In the kitchen Russ carried a large, bright yellow, blue, and red, ceramic clown, cookie jar to the kitchen table. Jason lifted the lid and pulled out two large chocolate chip cookies. Russ took glasses from the cupboard and asked, "How're Chiang's experiments coming?"
  Earlier at the microscope in another world, Jason never registered the touch on his neck. Sometime later, his mind tossed him out of his micro-state, as Rachel had thrown him out of her dream. The force pushed him and the stool on which he sat over backwards. Mr. Downing's inert body cushioned his fall. After the shock, he found himself, staring over Mr. Downing's chin into his nose. Clambering to his feet, Jason jumped back barely able to breathe.
  Dr. Reynolds checked the patient's vital signs, as Downing lay on the basement floor. Confident there was no imminent danger, they all struggled to move the unconscious Mr. Downing from the basement floor to an old couch on the other side of the room. Given his size, taking him to his bedroom upstairs was out of the question. Rebecca covered her godfather with the crocheted, tan afghan that decorated the back of the couch.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: As they entered the library, Mrs. Tremont manned the front counter. Jason saw Mrs. Deloro walk off somewhere.
  Jason did not think much at that very moment. He and Suzy followed the ladies into the back and sat, waiting for Mr. Downing and Professor Chin.
  It did not take long before Mr. Downing and Professor Chin joined them. With the front door locked and tea and cookies spread out on the table, all focus turned to Jason. He described everything he could remember about the attack on Patti.
  The conversation died with these words. Jason stared at Chiang shocked to hear his words echoed back to him. Chiang sipped his tea lost in thought while Kyle considered his shoes. Mary and Louise studied everyone in the room especially Jason.
  Laughter erupted in the room. Mr. Downing stood, pulled his car keys from his pocket, smiled, and ruffled Jason's hair.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Downing stood, pulled his car keys from his pocket, smiled, and ruffled Jason's hair.. Mr.
  Laughter erupted in the room. Mary and Louise studied everyone in the room especially Jason. Chiang sipped his tea lost in thought while Kyle considered his shoes. Jason stared at Chiang shocked to hear his words echoed back to him.
  The conversation died with these words. He described everything he could remember about the attack on Patti. With the front door locked and tea and cookies spread out on the table, all focus turned to Jason. Downing and Professor Chin joined them.
  It did not take long before Mr. Downing and Professor Chin. He and Suzy followed the ladies into the back and sat, waiting for Mr.
  Jason did not think much at that very moment. Deloro walk off somewhere. Jason saw Mrs. Tremont manned the front counter.As they entered the library, Mrs
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last five paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Jason wanted to see the face of the woman he had not saved. He desperately wanted to know that things had turned out for the best. The dead, however, do not give up their secrets and Jason was not ready to seek answers in what if anything was left of her mind. He just stared at the woman's face. The song, What'll I Do?, started. Jason remembered the first time he saw her across the room, ranting at Frank from her wheelchair. The lines of her face in a permanent frown. The hint of a smile now on her relaxed features gave him hope. Maybe she died happy.
  The kids looked at Frank and wondered how he might react to what had been said. Frank rubbed his forehead with his thumb and forefinger like he had a bad headache. The strong beat of many drums banging out a Big Band Era rhythm echoed off the walls. Frank's shoulders started to shake. When he laughed out loud, the kids were shocked.
  No one disturbed him while he scratched his notes on the pages. Water dripped over the tops of the blocked rain gutters and played a tattoo on the metal cellar storm door. Annoyed Jason ignored the drumming.
  He continued writing, going over the things that rumbled around in his head over the last few weeks. Finally, the constant asynchronous clatter on the metal door started to grate like fingernails on a blackboard.
  Jason concentrated. He pictured the drops following each other to form two Ferris wheels of racing water. The two rings immediately took shape. He played with them, reshaped the water wheels into links like a chain. He laughed and turned the chain into a water locomotive with water vapor smoke. It poured out of its stack. The locomotive pulled four cars on a water track. It all exploded upward; then splashed to the ground. Jason collapsed back against the door frame exhausted.