Open Question: What would you do if...?

I gave you a rhinoceros with a giant red bow wrapped arond its horn for your birthday? I think it's way better than a car... more

Open Question: Did I just break my arm? My family tells me I'm fine, but I think there's something wrong.?

What happened: I fell off of my bed on Monday night, and now it's Friday. I fell on top of my arm with my wrist and forearm breaking my fall. It has been in a lot of pain, and it just doesn't feel right. My family swears it's just a bruised bone, and that it's not a big deal and that it's nothing new because I'm clumsy. I think I need to get it checked out, but they REFUSE to let me go to the clinic. I'm an 18 year old girl, but I don't have a car, so it's up to them if I can use it. I'm hoping someone on here will settle our week long debate. Plus, it's hard typing one handed. What's going on: It was swollen the first two or three nights from my mid-forearm down through my fingers. There is a small bump on my mid-forearm, on the side by the thumb, maybe two or three inches from the base of the thumb. It's not too noticeable unless you run your finger along my arm. It's only slightly visible. My arm is in a lot of pain when I try to use it. I am able to move my hand and use it for some small things, but it's weak and shaky. When I flip it from front to back the pain is horrible. Sometimes I hear a click or a snap when I flip it. I have it wrapped in an Ace bandage, so it isn't moving too much. It's very painful, even now. What do you guys think is wrong? Do I need to go to the clinic? Please don't respond unless you have medical training. Please post your certifications in your sources.Any other opinions? more

Open Question: Monster Mash up, what do you think?

WELCOME TO: DEMON DEMOLITION DERBY, COMING TO YOUR FROM TWIN STADIUMS....I am your announcer Charlie Mckenzie and this is commentator Johnny Robertson. J: Thank you Charlie C: Tonight, We have for you a great show. The contestants are as follows: The Mummy, Dracula, Frankenstein, Razor Guy, The Zombie Bus, Satan, Wolfman, Wrecking ball man, Mr. Fate, and the Motley Crew, a collection of various demons put there for sport and mayhem. J: We have tonight quite an interesting collection of vehicles Charlie. The Mummy and Dracula are driving black Limos. Frankenstein is driving a Porsche 950 with a "saw cannon on top". Razor guy’s car consists of tiers of stacked razors...Very dangerous... C: Whoa J: The zombie bus is just what it sounds like, and Wolfman's automobile is the carcass of his grandmother wrapped around a caddy. I asked wolfman about his choice: J: Wolfman, so, you are driving that thing huh? W: It's my grandmother. I will avenge myself upon Frankenstein, who killed her. J: So, you wrap her around a car eh? W: RRRRRRROAHHH J: Okay back to the cars: Wrecking ball man is a minor demon, who signed his name with an "X" on our Roster. Mr. Fate will be driving a....what? This has to be a joke....an electric car? Satan is of course riding his 666 Monster truck and is invincible. C: Yes, it appears so. J: We'll find more out about him later C: The drivers are taking their positions. start music.... RRRRRR...RRRRR....and they are off. Frankenstein has rushed to the head of the pack even though we are in a dome. He's crashed into a wall...demons are converging and he's fighting them off....uh oh...there goes a head...first blood...! Looks like it is the Mummy, who fell out of his Limo! Oh no! Frankenstein is unwrapping the Mummy and using the wrap for Toilet Paper!! I Can't Bear to Look!!! J: What a lame start by Frankenstein. C: The Zombie Bus is slow and clumsy like a hippo in water....these zombies are mowing down innocent motleys...here comes Razor Guy!! HE'S CLEAVED THE BUS IN TWO...!! J: That Bus is a gonner. C: Some zombies were cut in half as well...OH THE UNDEAD HUMANITY!! The motley's swoop in for the kill... J: Charlie that was an example of simply having a fermented brain in action... C: Now Dracula and Frankenstein are circling each other. Dracula is screaming some kinda insult. Dracula: "Your Mommie/Daddy eats capers!!"....OH No, Frankenstein has thrown a clove of garlic through his window, Dracula has swallowed it... J: His head exploded! C: Dracula is down, way down J: Looking at the replay, Dracula zigged while he should have zagged...the clove goes into his open mouth...He shouldn't have left his window open C: Dracula's moment in the dark is over... C: Uh Oh, what is happening now??? Satan is chewing up Motleys With the maw of his monster truck...well, they say that chewing food helps alleviate frustrations...I guess that's what he's doing........OH no!! Satan is emitting a blinding crimson light!! NO one can look!! All the cars have stopped!!! The yellow flag will have to be raised.... J: Charlie, during this time we have anew entry: The Antichrist...He's driving a silver Lamborghini. Should be fun.. C: Satan’s light is diminishing. He just wanted to establish dominance. Off we go again!! J: Frankenstein is opening up with his saw canon...how inelegant!! He tries firing at Satan but it just bounces off!! Now, Wolfman is coming fast....Frankenstein Balks....He's changed His saws to silver saws...zing, there one goes....it's got the Wolfman, decapitating him!! J: That window again, gotta shut it!!! He shoulda wore a helmet...too C: Looks like the wolfman family will have to wait for another day for revenge...! C: Wow...Satan is starting to emit again....!!! This time, anti neutrinos...That sneaky bastard... J: Razor guy’s car is dust...!! C: Frankenstein is converging on Wrecking ball man....HERE COMES THAT BALL....Frankenstein's head has been punted into the audience...Can Dr. Frankenstein resuscitate him in time? J: He has up to six months from what I hear Charlie. C: Mr. fate, during all this time, has not engaged anyone...the other drivers have just ignored him...what is up with this guy? Johnny? J: I got a motley to look inside, and he said he just saw a guy with a cat's cradle... C: That's his weapon? Harmless, I'd say..... C: Satan is riding around on his Horse...No one can touch him...Meanwhile, the antichrist and Wrecking ball man square off... J: Looks like the Anti Christ is prophesizing...loudly....my Ears!!! C: Wrecking ball man has died...A hole has opened up and taken him home...was that Satan's work Johnny? J: Maybe C: A black cloud has descended on Twin stadiums... I can't see...The yellow flag is raised again J: Very dark C: C: NOW I SEE SATAN...HE IS MAGNIFCIENT. HE'S ABSORBING THE ANTI- CHRIST...THEY ARE ONE......OMG J: BOY OH BOY. DOES THE ANTI CHRIST LOSE OR WIN IN THAT CASE?? C: All that is left is Mr. Satan and Mr. Fate Johnny.... J: Ending with a whimper methinks....? C: Mr. Fate has gotten out of his car...He's just a smallish guy...about 150 lbs!!!! J: He has his cat's cradle C: SATAN IS TERRIFIED!!! FOLKS I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS!!! SATAN IS BOWING BEFORE HIM. MR. FATE...HE....IS....FATE ITSELF!!!J: WOW C: SATAN'S NECK IS BROKEN!!! HE'S DOWN C: MR. FATE WINS!!! THE CROWD GOES WILD!!! J: Wow...what a match....! Commercial, then.. C: Welcome to the after show....we reveal here that twin stadium is a graveyard of motley's and contestants...Mr. Fate is gonna press that button!!! The button is turning the stadium into one giant pressure cooker...an oven...apparently Mr. Fate likes to cremate his opponents...fans scream while Mr. Fate consigns them to their fate...That's ALL Johnny, now we die too! J: Thank you Charlie C: This is Charlie Mckenzie and Johnny Robertson for Mr. Fate... Thank you for joining us AT: DEMON DEMOLITION DERBY!!! more

Resolved Question: What do you think of my writing?

After spending that morning helping my mom pick out new table linens, I never thought the day could have gotten much worse. Long behold, something else just had to go wrong. From where I was standing, it looked like my brother Chris was mowing the lawn in his underwear and, on top of that, he was guzzling a bottle of whiskey. It was the kind we used to dare each other to drink as kids. I remember those bets so clearly: us sneaking down into Dad's bar, Chris taking the first swig and passing it to me, and then me vomiting in the fish tank. Part of me didn't even want to go to his house that evening. All I wanted to was spend a relaxing night at home, watching television and writing in my backyard. But then the other part shouted "Help your brother out!" until I found myself riding my bike, that just happened older than me, thirteen miles toward his house since my car was in the shop. I realized that Chris was also singing the "Duck Tales" theme song and swaying his hips. As much as I loved that show as a child, I twisted my face in disgust and got off my bike. "What the hell are you doing?" Chris turned around and was now exposing the front side of his body, revealing his blue, penguin boxers that, for some reason, only had the design on the front. I repeated, "What are you doing?" and he began to walker closer to me, holding his arms out like he was a zombie about ready to eat my flesh, his eyes wide and a grin plastered on his face. I took one step back as he wrapped his arms around me. "Hey, how's my favorite little brother doing?" he slurred into my shoulder. I shrugged off the fact that I was his only brother and fake gagged at his half-naked hug, pushing him away with both of my hands. Chris nearly toppled over after I forced him away, but he grabbed on to his mailbox instead. He embraced it as if it were one of his own children and started petting it like it was glass, fragile and easily broken, mumbling unidentifiable words into it. I knew that I had gotten drunk off my a** before, but that usually just ended with me urinating in my lunatic neighbor's newly trimmed bushes. I never talked to inanimate objects...or at least I never thought I had. I shoved my hands farther into my jacket pocket, fumbling with the loose change. "Chris, are you sure you're okay? You had us worried when you stormed out of the restaurant earlier." That evening was when he, our sister Abby, and I all went out for our weekly dinner. It started out as it normally did: Abby cramming a whole night's worth of drinking into three minutes (I counted), Chris flirting with the waitresses and the occasional waiter to get us free desserts, and me trying to figure out why I still made myself go out with them every week. Damn, I needed a life. But when Abby brought up Chris's financial situation, he took off in the crap-mobile he calls a car and never came back. Abby and I spent the rest of that delightful evening trying to figure out how to talk to him. "Just dandy," he responded with his signature "everything's fine but you know that's not true" smile. Typical Chris, always acting like even the worst of things are good in front of his siblings. I shrugged nonchalantly. "I dunno, man. You've seemed pretty bummed out lately. Everything okay at home?" I motioned toward his house that was covered with splotches of hot pink paint, thanks to my niece, in the background. He turned around for a quick glance and then was back facing me. "Come on. Open up. Isn't this what brothers are for?" Brothers are also for bailing you out of jail and hiding the newest addition of his porn collection in your house so their wife and kids don't find it. Chris scrubbed his hand over his face. "I'm...I'm just so sick of it, you know? Jen's been driving me nuts ever since Caleb was born, Hannah and Dylan keep complaining about how we never never play with them anymore, and, on top of the crap sundae that is my life, I'm in debt and can't afford to live in the house anymore!" I wasn't surprised by any of those facts. I knew Chris and Jen were having problems, but what couple hadn't gone through the same thing they are a million different times before? My niece and nephew already told me about how lonely they had been feeling since Caleb was born. I was also aware of Chris's financial problems because he had been borrowing money from me ever since he lost his job last month. "Look, if you need to borrow money--" I was cut off by my brother. "No...no. I don't want anymore of your money!" He threw his hands up in the air. I crossed my arms. "You're in a real rough patch, Chris. Let me help you out." I took my wallet out of my jean pocket and pulled out a few hundred dollar bills. &quot"I know it's not much, but it should at least pay for one or two of the bills." I held it out to him and thought he was extending his arm to take it, but that wouldn't be like him. He did indeed take the money, but he proceeded to toss it up into the air like it was confetti. "Dude! What the hell was that for?" "I'm sick of your charity. For once, I would just like to handle a problem on my own!" He explained as I knelt down to the ground to pick up the dollar bills. I knew it was hard for him to take the money, hell, it would come close to killing me if I had to, but he needed to do whatever he could to help his family out. Once I had gathered it up, I held it out again. * If someone would be nice enough to thoroughly critique this, I would be so grateful. Even if you just want to point out the pros and cons, that's fine with me. Any type of criticism is fine and okay with me, as long as it is constructive and helpful. Be as harsh as you want, I can handle it (I promise).Thanks! I really appreciate it!By the way, I'm 14 (if that matters or helps). more

Resolved Question: Does my writing flow well?

After spending that morning helping my mom pick out new table linens, I never thought that day could have gotten much worse. Long behold, something else just had to happen. From where I was standing, it looked like my brother Chris was mowing the lawn in his underwear and, on top of that, he was guzzling a bottle of whiskey. It was the kind we used to dare each other to drink as kids. I remember those bets so clearly: us sneaking down into Dad's bar, Chris taking the first swig and passing it to me, and then me vomiting in the fish tank. Part of me didn't even want to go to his house that evening. All I wanted to was spend a relaxing night at home, watching television and writing in my backyard. But then the other part shouted "Help your brother out!" until I found myself riding my bike, that just happened older than me, thirteen miles toward his house since my car was in the shop. I realized that Chris was also singing the "Duck Tales" theme song and swaying his hips. As much as I loved that show as a child, I twisted my face in disgust and got off my bike. "What the hell are you doing?" Chris turned around and was now exposing the front side of his body, revealing his blue, penguin boxers that, for some reason, only had the design on the front. I repeated, "What are you doing?" and he began to walker closer to me, holding his arms out like he was a zombie about ready to eat my flesh, his eyes wide and a grin plastered on his face. I took one step back as he wrapped his arms around me. "Hey, how's my favorite little brother doing?" he slurred into my shoulder. I shrugged off the fact that I was his only brother and fake gagged at his half-naked hug, pushing him away with both of my hands. Chris nearly toppled over after I forced him away, but he grabbed on to his mailbox instead. He embraced it as if it were one of his own children and started petting it like it was glass, fragile and easily broken, mumbling unidentifiable words into it. I knew that I had gotten drunk off my a** before, but that usually just ended with me urinating in my lunatic neighbor's newly trimmed bushes. I never talked to inanimate objects...or at least I never thought I had. I shoved my hands farther into my jacket pocket, fumbling with the loose change. "Chris, are you sure you're okay? You had us worried when you stormed out of the restaurant earlier." That evening was when he, our sister Abby, and I all went out for our weekly dinner. It started out as it normally did: Abby cramming a whole night's worth of drinking into three minutes (I counted), Chris flirting with the waitresses and the occasional waiter to get us free desserts, and me trying to figure out why I still made myself go out with them every week. Damn, I needed a life. But when Abby brought up Chris's financial situation, he took off in the crap-mobile he calls a car and never came back. Abby and I spent the rest of that delightful evening trying to figure out how to talk to him. "Just dandy," he responded with his signature "everything's fine but you know that's not true" smile. Typical Chris, always acting like even the worst of things are good in front of his siblings. I shrugged nonchalantly. "I dunno, man. You've seemed pretty bummed out lately. Everything okay at home?" I motioned toward his house that was covered with splotches of hot pink paint, thanks to my niece, in the background. He turned around for a quick glance and then was back facing me. "Come on. Open up. Isn't this what brothers are for?" Brothers are also for bailing you out of jail and hiding the newest addition of his porn collection in your house so their wife and kids don't find it. Chris scrubbed his hand over his face. "I'm...I'm just so sick of it, you know? Jen's been driving me nuts ever since Caleb was born, Hannah and Dylan keep complaining about how we never never play with them anymore, and, on top of the crap sundae that is my life, I'm in debt and can't afford to live in the house anymore!" * Does my writing flow well and have that natural feel to it? If it doesn't, how can I improve it to make that better? Also, what do you think of what you read? I re-edited all this morning and I think it's at leat a smidge better than what it was before. Thanks! I really appreciate it! more

Resolved Question: Is my writing any good (I'm 14)?

Crashing my bicycle into a bush and watching my brother Chris down a bottle of whiskey while he mowed the lawn in his underwear was not how I expected my evening to go. I was supposed to come to his house with my sister, but she had to abandon the mission to take care of her daughter. I flicked the remaining blueberries out of my tousled hair and realized that he was also singing some sort of cartoon theme song and swaying his hips. I twisted my face in disgust and had to look away for a few moments. "What the hell are you doing?" I asked as I got off of my bike. Chris turned around and was now exposing the front side of his body that I certainly didn't want to see. I shielded my eyes from the horrific sight that was my brother's junk (at least they were covered up) and repeated, "What are you doing?" He began to walker closer to me, holding his arms out like he was a zombie about ready to eat my flesh, his eyes wide and a grin plastered on his face. I took one step back as he wrapped his arms around me. "Hey, how's my favorite little brother doing?" he slurred into my shoulder. I shrugged off the fact that I was his only brother and fake gagged at his half-naked hug, pushing him away with both of my hands. Chris nearly toppled over, but he grabbed on to his mailbox instead. He embraced it as if it were one of his own children and started petting it like it was glass, fragile and easily broken, mumbling unidentifiable words into it. I knew that I had gotten drunk off my a** before, but that usually just ended with me urinating in my lunatic neighbor's newly trimmed bushes. I never talked to inanimate objects...or at least I never thought I had. I shoved my hands farther into my jacket pocket, fumbling with the loose change. "Chris, are you sure you're okay? You had us worried when you stormed out of the restaurant earlier." That evening as when my brother, our sister Abby, and I all went out for our weekly dinner. It started out as it normally did: Abby cramming a whole night's worth of drinking into three minutes (I counted), Chris flirting with the waitresses and the occasional waiter to get us free desserts, and me trying to figure out why I still made myself go out with them every week. Damn, I needed a life. When Abby brought up Chris's financial situation, he took off in the crap-mobile he calls a car and never came back. Abby and I spent the rest of that delightful evening trying to figure out how to talk to him. "Just dandy," he responded with his signature "everything's fine but you know that's not true" smile. Typical Chris, always acting like even the worst of things are good in front of his siblings. I shrugged nonchalantly. "I dunno, man. You've seemed pretty bummed out lately. Everything okay at home?" I motioned toward his house that was covered with splotches of hot pink paint, thanks to my niece, in the background. He turned around for a quick glance and then was back facing me. "Come on. Open up. Isn't this what brothers are for?" Brothers are also for bailing you out of jail and hiding the newest addition of his porn collection in your house so their wife and kids don't find it. Chris scrubbed his hand over his face. "I'm...I'm just so sick of it, you know? Jen's been driving me nuts ever since the new baby was born, Hannah and Dylan keep complaining about how we never never play with them anymore, and, on top of the crap sundae that is my life, I'm in debt and can't afford to live in the house anymore!" * If someone would be nice enough to thoroughly critique this, I would be so grateful. Even if you just want to point out the pros and cons, that's fine with me. Any type of criticism is fine and okay with me, as long as it is constructive and helpful. Be as harsh as you want, I can handle it (I promise). Thanks! I really appreciate it! more

Resolved Question: I need ideas to prank my friends car?

I don't want to do anything to the inside. We have already done shrink wrap, flour, yarn, and bologna. I need ideas like this but to the extreme. Not damaging though. Just hard to get off. Thank you for your ideas(: more

Resolved Question: Comments or concerns on my "adult" poem?

“Lies, Sex, and Secrets” How was I suppose to know That you would sink so low You always were a good liar But boy, you’re going to be burned by flames of a fire Your hand on my skin, the longer it lingers The closer the fire’s fingers You know touching is against the rules But you never did follow the rules You kiss the side of my neck I wrap my arms around you so I don’t fall of the deck Your mouth moves up and our lips meet I think my heart missed a beat We are lit by moonlight and our spark I always knew I’d end up in the dark The only witnesses to our crime are the stars And maybe some of the cars Your hand glides down my backbone Now both of our bodies are shown Your touch is so soft but also tough I always did like it rough Rolling from one side to the other, we become one Until light comes from the rising sun We part ways and now we share a secret sin It was such a fun game But it’s over and who’s to blame? Neither one of us even got to win more

Resolved Question: Is this first chapter I wrote alright?

Chapter 1 **Sorry it's so long....please be nice i wrote this in 5th grade!** This is also something I went through in my life just different character names “-Nat, you do not have the right to barge in here and take something that you left here, in my home. You should have brought it when you moved into your apartment last weekend!” Mom’s faint voice was hollering, but, I couldn’t hear it clearly over the music I was blasting loud on my MP3 Player. I situated myself comfortably on the soft sofa, as I listened to my music. I also propped my dirty, messy, old black Converse sneakers up on the coffee table, planted on the living room floor’s fancy rug. Mom was standing at one end of the uniquely designed coffee table, with her fists glued on her hips, and Dad was standing at the other end. He had his black laptop case with wheels resting at the side of his feet, and he had a typical solid black men’s sport jacket on, with a white button-down dress shirt underneath. He had his fingers combing through his thick brown hair intensely as he yelled. Each cry or shout from either of my broken up parents, I turned up the volume on my MP3 Player. I peered about the room as I listened to the loud music, trying to distract myself from looking at the angry boiling on my mother’s face. There was a sudden jolt rumbling at my feet. I quickly glanced over from examining a once happy family photo, and looked down at the coffee table. One of my parents must have grabbed a hold of it and shook it angrily, maybe trying to make a point or just out of frustration. I turned up the volume more, to the point when my MP3 Player stopped playing music, and the screen went blank. I took the clean white ear buds out of my ears, and rested them on my tattered, worn out, jean shorts. I pressed the power button on my MP3 Player. Nothing happened. There wasn’t a little message that popped up and said “Hello” and then instantly went to my play list. The screen just stayed as blank as my eight year old younger sister, Jayley’s, face was when Mom and Dad explained what the word “divorce” meant. I sat up, and slammed my MP3 Player on the glass of the coffee table. Mom and Dad paused in the middle of hollering. I stood up, exchanging glares at each of them. Then, stormed towards the front door, brushing the sleeve of my purple and black zebra print sweatshirt on the sleeve of my dad’s jacket. I kept my face fixed on the front door, however, ignoring any contact with either one of my parents. I grasped a hold of the cold, smooth, brass door knob of the front door. I pulled it opened hastily, and stepped out onto the front porch. I slammed the door as loud as I could behind me; as if the door’s powerful and strident noise would make a point instead of my words. At that moment, all the thoughts in my head were repeating the same thing: a few words my father told me last week: “Mom and I are filing a divorce tomorrow. You are old enough to understand, Joanna-“But, Mom had interrupted the conversation by whispering “Hopefully” I remembered the exact conversation like it was a my favorite movie, or one of the annoying but catchy songs on the radio that plays repeatedly every time you hop into the car and jam the keys into the ignition. I clenched my fists, opening my mouth to shout out something. Joanna, yelling out a random comment to the neighborhood won’t help I noted to myself. I paced back and forth on the wrap-around front porch, out of angry. “I’m sick of this, I can’t listen to it anymore” I muttered under my breath. There’s nothing more anyone can do, your parents are in the middle of a divorce, and Dad lives in an apartment up in Orlando which is about three miles away from here, Miami. Also, seventh grade is over. At least there is no more homework and studying to worry about. That takes some stress away… I thought, but, that last reason didn’t help so much. I stumbled over the leg of the front porch’s rocking chair, and fell down. “Ouch, ouch, ouch” I managed to cry out repeatedly. I looked down at my knees, and examined the large gashes from the porch’s hard texture. My hands, on the other hand, only had a few scrapes. I stood up sorely and asked myself in a hushed tone “Could this get any worse?” I brushed off my hands, and walked over to the single step of the front porch. I slowly stepped off, and walked across the dark green, healthy, freshly cut grass. I made my way down the street towards my friend’s house. Her name is Savannah and she just recently moved here to Miami, Florida from Boston, Massachusetts about four months ago. I walked down five houses, and then finally reached Savannah’s large, beige, two-story house with a big oak tree in the front. I briskly ran up the front path, and ran up to the giant, crimson red, heavy front door. I pressed my finger on the door bell, and listened to the distant sound of chimes ringing on the other side of the door. Savannah heaved i more

Voting Question: What does it mean when you have a dream with someone you've never met?

Sorry its really long but its a dream. It might be hard to understand some of it CUz you don't know my other dreams because they connect with one another in a way. I've been having dreams with the same guy for about 5 years and i'm 15 almost 16 and ive never met him before. In one of the dreams i was in the car with a girl about my age and a mom, we stopped at a gas station and the mom stepped out, looked around then told me "Okay, be careful." I walked inside the gas station and looked around and then went to the drink aisle section. I was looking at the drinks through the glass, then i see a reflection through the glass and i start turning around but as im turning i get pushed to the glass. The thing that pushed me was up against me like it went with me as it pushed me. Once my vision cleared i noticed it was him. He looked at all of me but stopped at my eyes and said "I've missed you." I could feel all of the emotions i was feeling clearly like if it was actually happening. I was nervous, scared but happy that Im able to see him again. He tilted his head off to the side and looked at me with a smirk that made him look more attractive. Then he put his lips against my throat and started moving them up and down my throat, i felt nervous and longing for what use to be in that moment. He had one hand on my lower back and the other on the glass next to my head. I started to wrap my arms around his neck but before i did i remembered something, liwasn'tat he wasnt him anymore so i stopped. I wanted to cry in the dream so bad because it was bringing back memories of how it use to be. He noticed my change in mood because he stopped, drew back slightly to look at me straight in the eyes, he looked sad as if he too wanted to tear. He took my hand and squeezed it which made me more sad. He looked at me and still holding my hand he went down, kissed my throat. bit it but it was just a pinch and kissed it again and left fast. As soon as he was gone i started crying and kept thinking How could i have lost him already and still want him even though he isnt him anymore hes something someone different? When i woke up i was tearing and was freaked out i was like wth? Thats one of the few dreams i've had with them its seems like they all connect some how, and plz don't say that ohhh your just dreaming that cuz twilight or w/e cuz i've been having these be4 twilight was big or anything with vampires(im not saying hes a vampire). So what could it mean?fyi he didnt leave me in the dream it seemed like i was runnning away from him so that i wouldnt get turned into what he was turned into. in my other dreams theres zombies(yes weird but they were) and one attacked him but i prevented most of the attack and so he got changed into something in between. more

Voting Question: Do you think hes interested in me?

we have gone on two dates so far. first night we went to a gorgeous beach and sat and talked the whole night. tonight we went to the same beach and he brought some wine. it was a full moon and we both went for a quick swim which was freezing (we live in New Hampshire) he held onto me really close when we went in the water. then we went back and he wrapped his sweatshirt around me and we saw a shooting star and he said he wished that id kiss him. it started to get really cold so we went back to my car he asked how many guys ive kissed which has only been 3 and im 23 so is he...he said "i guess i dont have much of a chance but id still be your friend" now im crushed more

Voting Question: do you think hes interested in me?

we have gone on two dates so far. first night we went to a gorgeous beach and sat and talked the whole night. tonight we went to the same beach and he brought some wine. it was a full moon and we both went for a quick swim which was freezing (we live in New Hampshire) he held onto me really close when we went in the water. then we went back and he wrapped his sweatshirt around me and we saw a shooting star and he said he wished that id kiss him. it started to get really cold so we went back to my car he asked how many guys ive kissed which has only been 3 and im 23 so is he...he said "i guess i dont have much of a chance but id still be your friend" now im crushed more

Resolved Question: Cute little love story I wrote?

I need opinions.. Here it is. "Sel?" Nick's voice was raspy and sleepy, as he had just woken up to extra weight on his bed and a warm body trying to squeeze into his arms. "Go back to sleep Nick," Selena soothed, and Nick rolled onto his back as Selena cuddled into his side. "I'm sorry for waking you." "What are you doing here?" Nick murmured absent-mindedly, lifting a hand to run through Selena's recently cut hair. Selena settled her head on Nick's chest and let her legs tangle with her boyfriend's, her left hand clutching onto a fistful of Nick's white t-shirt. She took her time to answer, her eyes drooping shut as Nick gently massaged her scalp with his talented fingers, then planted a soft kiss on the top of her head. "I had a bad dream.." Selena whispered finally, tilting her head up so her nose brushed Nick's neck and ultimately hiding the growing blush coloring her cheeks. She gripped Nick's shirt tighter waiting for a laugh she knew would not come, Nick wouldn't laugh at her unless he was absolutely sure Selena meant to be funny. Her prediction was right, and Nick merely paused before wrapping both arms around Selenas small body, as if the action would protect her from anything that had made his girlfriend upset enough to come all the way over to his house in the middle of the night. ?Are you alright? I'm taking it wasn't about monsters and madmen otherwise you wouldn't have gotten out of your bed." Selena chuckled lightly "No. It just it scared me." She slowly let go of Nick's crumpled shirt. "What was it about Lena?" Nick murmured, unable to hold in a yawn. "We-well you were coming to my house and you got in a car accident and.." Selena whimpered taking Nick's shirt in hand again, clutching it desperately. A single tear rolled down her face and dripped onto Nick's shirt as flashes of her nightmare came back into her head. She buried her face into Nick's neck, allowing salty tears to tickle hot skin. Nick heard her sniff softly and pushed himself up to sitting position, taking Selena with him, and cradling her body on his lap. Selena's head rested on his shoulder and her legs wrapped around Nick's waist, quietly sobbing. "Shhhh baby," Nick soothed, rubbing a hand up and down Selena's back, "it's okay. It's going to be okay." Selena's hands found their way around Nick's neck and wound into his dark curls. "What if its not?" Selena choked, "What if you really do ever die before me?" Nick tilted his head and pressed his lips to Selena's cheek softly. "I'll be very careful. And if it does, you just need to remember something. You mean the world to me. Nothing will ever come between us. No matter what anybody says or does, you will always be in my heart. Forever and ever.. Your spot will never be replaced. You hold the key to my heart and you have since we met. I will love you forever. And no matter how much we fight, things will be okay. Like I said, I will love you forever. No matter what." He whispered tenderly. Selena loosened herself from Nick's grip and cupped his face in her hands. "I cant live without you, Nick." Nick smiled weakly and pulled Selena forward as his lips were captured in one of the softest, sweetest kisses he had ever received. "You dont have too.." Nick breathed against her lips "I promise. We'll always be together." Selena kissed him again, and Nick fell onto his back, Selena falling on top of him and pulling her lips away. Her head found Nick's chest, and she snuggled into it, listening to the beat of her love's heart. "No more bad dreams?" Nick murmured running a hand through Selena's hair once more. "No more bad dreams.." Selena agreed sleepily. She inhaled a scent that was purely Nick, and sighed contently; when Nick was around, there were no bad dreams. COMMENTS!? ;D YOULL GET A COOKIE more

Resolved Question: What should I think or do?

Three years ago, I met and had my first love. And yes, no doubt, it was love. We were together for about a year and then separated because of distance... we talked about getting back together when we were older. We were so young then and we even talked about cute things like getting married or how many kids we'd have. We'd talk for hours on the phone and make up hilarious nicknames for each other. There would never be any awkward silences. Neither of us had cell phones, we did it the old-school way and used house phones. The reason we separated was partially because we liked each other so much, we wanted to constantly be together and missing each other hurt so badly. The other part was because he was a loyal guy and his buddies would tease him about how he didn't have a girlfriend back in his town. They didn't know about me and he'd constantly have to prove that he did have a girlfriend (me) which lived out of town. We never made out or did any of that crap, we were more like best friends. Just looking, smiling, and cuddling each other would make us happy and keep us connected in a way I can't quite describe. We could lay wrapped around each other for hours and never have to say a word... we could talk with our eyes or with our smiles, tickles, and giggles. Never in my life had I felt so peaceful and deeply warm and happy inside as I did in those days. So anyways, after we separated, I didn't see him for another year. When I did see him, at was at the same place we met. He had changed a lot... for the worse. He was really "into" girls if you know what I'm saying and he often would ask then if they would... you know... with him. So I really started to dislike him and I lost all my trust in him because of that. So, one year after THAT (now) on June 6th, I got my first letter from him. He is in an academy (juvy) for stealing a car and trying to run away. I haven't talked to him since last year until he wrote me letters. I went and saw him on July 18 and the place he's in really scared me and made me appreciate what I have. At the visit, he put his legs around mine under the table and that's all we could do because if we did anything more than just hug, he would be in serious trouble. I wanted so badly to be in his arms and I rediscovered my love for him... which really never died. Love never does die and a part of me will be in love with him forever. He is saying in his last letter that I am perfect in every way and that he loves me with all his heart. He also said he can never get my beautiful face or body off his mind. I get to see him in one month on his homepass and just the two of us are going camping together. So here's where I need help. Is he just desperate because of being in the place he's in? Do you think he will learn from his mistakes? Should I let myself give him all my love now that we are older? Should I put all my faith and trust in him? Because I really want to. Your advice is really needed thanks :) Sorry for the long story lol its HARD to understand. REALLY HARD. Thanks. more

Resolved Question: can someone proof read my essay?

I wrote this for my chicano cinema class, can someone please proof read it and tell me what they think? I still need to write out a conclusion, I just dont know what else to write, thank you! Cultural environment not only helps humans develop a sense of identity, however it also helps determine a more cohesive society in which we share common values and principles. It gives us our customs and traditions that provide continuity from one generation to the next. The writer and director Gregory Nava emphasizes on how important it is to preserve one’s cultural background in almost every one of his films. Culture is a reoccurring theme because it is displays a setting for the viewer so that life can be seen through a culture aside from the western culture. However, the characters that are presented in his films are very universal, in a sense that they are relatable to the viewer. For instance the movies El Norte, and Bordetown deal with very profound issues, and the main characters go through struggles that human beings, no matter what culture, have at least experienced once in their lives. It is common to feel unaccepted and alone in a new environment such as the siblings in El Norte when they were struggling to adjust in America. It is also common to get wrapped up in your career and forget more important things in life such as the main character in Bordertown. The relation between these characters and the viewer is present so that Nava is able to express his message in Chicano language in order for others from different cultural backgrounds can understand these stories and relate to the pain behind them. In the movie Bordertown, an American reporter, Laura Adrian gets sent to Mexico, Juarez to investigate the crimes of brutal raping and killings of women coming home from the maquilladora factories. During the time she spends in Mexico, Laura starts to identify herself with the women victims, and in result she realizes how vital it is to maintain a sense of culture, and not forget her background. I can relate to her character because there have been many instances in my life while growing up where it was difficult to relate to my culture because I was raised in a westernized culture where the values and principles differed greatly. At a younger age, it was hard for me to understand the differences and cope with them. However, as I became older, I established a happy medium, and also realized that the foundation of a prosperous life is culture. There a lot of instances in the movie that displayed the Mexican culture, through religious images, and also music coming out of car radios. The filter that was being used created a color scheme that let the viewer know when they were in a different environment. For instance, when Laura was in the states, the colors being used were mainly grays and blues, and when she arrived in Mexico, the colors were more vibrant, greens for the maquiladoras and yellows for everywhere else. Aside from the importance of culture, Bordertown is also about a tragic reality that has been going on for years in Mexico, Juarez. Peasant women workers that work along the border for little pay are being killed and raped, however no one is being punished for it. The crimes are being ignored, and the killings continue to happen. There are images in the movie where women are being oppressed through patriarchy in Juarez, and this relates to other countries in the world that are guilty of the same thing. Under a political regime, the women from Afghanistan were being badly treated for 10 years and their government displayed complete negligence towards these crimes. The same way Laura relates to the women working in the maquiladoras, I feel that I can relate to the women from my country, because I would have endured the same treatment had I not left my country. Another film in which Nava had directed, El Norte, deals with teenage siblings who are politically exiled from their country, and in turn they migrate from Guatemala to Mexico to their final destination in the United States through rat infested tunnels. The siblings endure a lot of pain and suffering on their way to the states only to feel despair and rejection everywhere they go. This film affected me the most because it is important on so many levels, and it examines the immigrant experience through a uncensored look at the sad reality of many who come to the United States hoping for a better life. This reminded me of when my family had to adjust coming from Afghanistan to the states. It was very difficult for my parents in the beginning years of arriving to America because of the cultural differences. My mom was working graveyard shifts as a waitress and was being mistreated by management because of her poor English. My father was an ambassador in his country and when he came to the states he had a very difficult time adjusting because he had felt as if he had been stripped of his stature. Being a big family, our living arrangem more

Voting Question: like these rap lyrics?

They drove around the projects slow while it was raining Smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment Until they saw a woman on the street walking alone Three in the morning, coming back from work, on her way home And so they quietly got out the car and followed her Walking through the projects, the darkness swallowed her They wrapped her shirt around her head and knocked her onto the floor This is it kid now you got your chance to be raw So Billy oaked her up and graped the chick by the hair And dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there She struggled hard but they forced her to go up the stairs They got to the roof and then held her down on the ground Screaming shut the fuck up and stop moving around The shirt covered her face, but she screamed the clawed So Billy stomped on the bitch, until he broken her jaw The dirty bastards knew exactly what they were doing They kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped moving Blood leaking through the cloth, she cried silently And then they all proceeded to rape her violently Billy was meant to go first, but each of them took a turn Ripping her up, and choking her until her throat burned A broken jaw mumbled for god but they weren't concerned When they were done and she was lying bloody, broken and bruised One of them niggas pulled out a brand new twenty-two They told him that she was a witness of what she'd gone through And if he killed her he was guaranteed a spot in the crew He thought about it for a minute, she was practically dead And so he leaned over and put the gun right to her head more

Resolved Question: I am stuck and need some solid, unbiased relationship advice.?

OKAY, I don't even know where to start. First I want to give you some back up to why I am where I am. I have been with my boyfriend on and off for almost 2 years. We have had one real break up, when I broke up with him last October. I was feeling fed up, he had been being a jerk, and one weekend of poor treatment was enough for me, I was done. I immediately broke up with him and moved in with my newly rekindled best friend who hated him. She is not a good person and we are again not friends so I wish I wouldn't of listened to her advice before, turns out she was jealous of the bond we have. I was telling him to move on with his life, he was dead to me, any kind of hurtful thing I could say to get him to move on (which of course even after 6 months of that, he did not). Prior to breaking up with him we had decided to move to Florida. So when I broke up with him in his effort to get me back when he realized I wasn't changing my mind, moved to Florida for us. When, 6 months later, he told me he could not just be my friend anymore, either we're together or we're out of each others lives (and after ex-best friend and I had "broken up") I decided I would rather have him in my life than not have him in my life so we decided to give it another try. This was in April. I have visited twice since then and we have decided for me to sell everything I own and we would drive my car down to Florida next month so we can have the happy little life with each other that we like so much. My first trip to Florida was amazing, almost like a honey moon. So wrapped up in each other. Which is typical of us. My second trip was the same, except for when I had a really bad drunken night. The drunken night: some background to that- My mom passed when I was very young in Nashville. I always said I would not go but found myself in a plane change there. It was a very surreal moment for me. And go figure, the gate lady was asking me these questions- would you buy your mom a cruise? yes I would. 5 days? yes I would. all inclusive? yes I would. and so on and so forth until my eyes were brimming with tears, at that point I think she finally got it. So the next day in Florida, we're watching the last game of the World Cup. I drink 4-5 beers. Then dinner @ a steakhouse where I have a 46 oz margarita, we then go to Diamond's sports bar where we're hanging out, playing pool. I then have 3-4 red bull vodcas and 5-6 shots. I was pretty wasted. So when I saw him looking at a waitress's butt, I flipped. Instead of doing the reasonable thing and waiting until we left or the next day to say something, I immediately act out. I start dancing in front of some guy and playing pool with another group. (I don't remember any of this by the way) He gets me to leave and I fall asleep on the way. We get to the apt and he breaks up with me because of how jealous I acted. So I freak out. Biting, kicking, scratching, screaming, saying things like what would your mom think about you leaving the girl who doesn't have a mom?!, acting really terrible. I threw myself down a flight of (carpeted) stairs twice. The neighbors called the cops. It was a really bad scene. He forgave me the next day and we tried as best we could to make the best out of the rest of my trip. I had hurt him badly, physically and mentally. Everything was better after that. or so I thought. Apparently he was still hurt and confused by how I acted. This is the person I consider my soul mate. The person that betters me. The person I could be with for the rest of my life. Our love is so passionate, unique, and intense. We talk through texts or calls at least 20-30 times a day, including my usual call-to-him-first-thing-when-I-wake-up. A few days ago I called him upon waking up. I told him I had a really crazy dream but I couldn't remember it all, all I remembered was I was sleeping on a couch, he was sleeping on a coffee table, his friend was in it, and something about someone being under the covers. I didn't talk to him but once for the rest of the day when he texted me and said he was really busy at work. I texted him around 11 and asked if he was still at work and that I was worried. He said he was obviously not at work, out with friends, he'll call me later. I didn't hear from him until 2 am. He was accusing me of drinking when, since my incident, I had not been drinking, he was saying that I was a liar and not being honest since I couldn't remember the rest of my crazy dream. And he could not be with someone who was not honest with him. I figured it was another one of our "break ups" and everything would be okay in the morning. He continued to make sure that I was never going to call him again. The next day, I don't hear from him. I call him at 1 when I'm on lunch, nothing. I don't hear from him until 7 that night when he says he is sor more

Resolved Question: How many meanings does the word UP have?

There is a two-letter word that perhaps has more meanings than any other two-letter word, and that is "UP." It's easy to understand UP, meaning toward the sky or at the top of the list, but when we awaken in the morning, why do we wake UP? At a meeting, why does a topic come UP? Why do we speak UP and why are the officers UP for election and why is it UP to the secretary to write UP a report? We call UP ! our friends. And we use it to brighten UP a room, polish UP! the silver, we warm UP the leftovers and clean UP the kitchen. We lock UP the house and some guys fix UP the old car. At other times the little word has real special meaning. People stir UP trouble, line UP for tickets, work UP an appetite, and think UP excuses. To be dressed is one thing but to be dressed UP is special. And this UP is confusing: A drain must be opened UP because it is stopped UP. We open UP a store in the morning but we close it UP at night. We seem to be pretty mixed UP about UP! To be knowledgeable about the proper uses of UP, look the word UP in the dictionary. In a desk-sized dictionary, it takes UP almost 1/4th of the page and can add UP to about thirty definitions. If you are UP to it, you might try building UP a list of the many ways UP is used. It will take UP a lot of your time, but if you don't give UP, you may wind UP with a hundred or more. When it threatens to rain, we say it is clouding UP. When the sun comes out we say it is clearing UP. When it rains, it wets the earth and often messes things UP. When it doesn't rain for awhile, things dry UP. One could go on and on, but I'll! wrap it UP, for now my time is UP, so..........Time to shut UP! Oh...one more thing: What is the first thing you do in the morning and the last thing you do at night? U-P (you pee) So how many meanings does UP have? more

Resolved Question: Is this a good Opening Chapter for my novel?

Forever Young By: Selina Swift Chapter One: The Birthday Gift I sighed as my eyes wondered across the June calendar. “Oh god,” I murmured as I saw the highlighted date. Today was my sixteenth birthday. Usually, you’d think every girl would look forward to their sixteenth birthday. The party, the car, the presents… well not me. I regret my birth. I have every reason to. When I was ten years old, my grandma told me my destiny. I didn’t believe her at first. I thought she was lying, but she showed me prove, and evidence… “Nikki, when you turn sixteen, you’re life will be changed forever.” Grandma had told me. “What do you mean?” I asked her. “I don’t want to scare you young one, but the reason you were born was to become a part of the Youngblood clan.” She whispered. “Youngblood clan?” I repeated, confused. “Our family has a secret. Our ancestors weren’t like other peoples ancestors.” She explained. “You mean my great great great great great grandparents?” I gasped. “Yes dear,” she began. “You will be the new addition to the Youngblood clan. They will teach you their ways, their skills, all their knowledge, will be in your brain.” “What do you mean, granny?” I had asked. “You,” she paused, hesitating weather to tell me or not. “You will be a…” “A what?” I asked impatiently. “Vampire.” She whispered. And that’s all I remembered. I’ve had nightmares ever since. My fears were coming to life. I’ve seen every vampire horror movie, and I knew I would be a monster. I dropped my eyes to the floor and climbed back in bed. I shut my eyes tightly, praying that this day will be over with, hoping that my heart will stop beating this moment. There was a knock on the door. I didn’t get out of bed. My whole body was shaking. I felt paralyzed. “Nikki, it’s me.” Grandma whispered threw the door. My body took over. Without thinking, I got out of bed and opened the door. There she stood. Her black, curly hair was piled on her head in a thick bun. Her full, red lips were curved into a smile, but her eyes were filled with worry and concern. She stepped in my room. “I know I should have waited till today to tell you your destiny.” She said, wrapping her long arms around me. A tear slid down my cheek. “I’m happy you told me.” I lied, my voice cracking. “Don’t lie to me.” She scolded, and stopped hugging me. She looked me in my eyes. “Now, when your mother tells you, please act surprised.” Grandma begged. I'm not finished with it yet. What do you think? I'm trying to make my story as original as possible. Any tips? more

Resolved Question: Would you do these things in Wal Mart? Which ones would you do or all of them?

1.Take shopping carts for the express purpose of filling them and stranding them at strategic locations. 2.Ride those little electronic cars at the front of the store. 3.Set all the alarm clocks to go off at ten minute intervals throughout the day. 4.Start playing Calvinball; see how many people you can get to join in. 5.Contaminate the entire auto department by sampling all the spray air fresheners. 6.Challenge other customers to duels with tubes of gift wrap. 7.Leave cryptic messages on the typewriters. 8.Re-dress the mannequins as you see fit. 9.When there are people behind you, walk really slow, especially thin narrow aisles. 10.Walk up to an employee and tell him in an official tone, “I think we’ve got a Code 3 in Housewares,” and see what happens. 11.Tune all the radios to a polka station; then turn them all off and turn the volumes to “10”. 12.Play with the automatic doors. 13.Walk up to complete strangers and say, “Hi! I haven’t seen you in so long!...” etc. See if they play along to avoid embarrassment. 14.While walking through the clothing department, ask yourself loud enough for all to hear, “Who buys this crap, anyway?” 15.Repeat Number 14 in the jewelry department. 16.Ride a display bicycle through the store; claim you’re taking it for a “test drive.” 17.Follow people through the aisles, always staying about five feet away. Continue to do this until they leave the department. 18.Play soccer with a group of friends, using the entire store as your playing field. 19.As the cashier runs your purchases over the scanner, look mesmerized and say, “Wow. Magic!” 20.Put M&M’s on layaway. 21.Move “Caution: Wet Floor” signs to carpeted areas. 22.Set up a tent in the camping department; tell others you’ll only invite them in if they bring pillows from Bed and Bath. 23.Test the fishing rods and see what you can “catch” from the other aisles. 24.Ask other customers if they have any Grey Poupon. 25.Drape a blanket around your shoulders and run around saying, “...I’m Batman. Come, Robin—to the Batcave!” 26.TP as much of the store as possible. 27.Randomly throw things over into neighboring aisles. 28.Play with the calculators so that they all spell “hello” upside down. 29.When someone asks if you need help, begin to cry and ask, “Why won’t you people just leave me alone?” 30.When two or three people are walking ahead of you, run between them, yelling, “Red Rover!” 31.Make up nonsense products and ask newly hired employees if there are any in stock, i.e., “Do you have any Shnerples here?” 32.Take up an entire aisle in Toys by setting up a full scale battlefield with G.I. Joes vs. the X-Men. 33.Take bets on the battle described above. 34.Nonchalantly “test” the brushes and combs in Cosmetics. 35.While handling guns in the hunting department, suddenly ask the clerk if he knows where the anti-depressants are. Act as spastic as possible. 36.Hold indoor shopping cart races. 37.Dart around suspiciously while humming the theme from Mission: Impossible. 38.Attempt to fit into very large gym bags. 39.Attempt to fit others into very large gym bags. 40.Say things like, “Would you be so kind as to direct me to your Twinkies?” 41.Set up a “Valet Parking” sign in front of the store. 42.Two words: “Marco Polo.” 43.Leave Cheerios in Lawn and Garden, pillows in the pet food aisle, etc. 44.“Re-alphabetize” the CD’s in Electronics. 45.In the auto department, practice your “Madonna” look with various funnels. 46.When someone steps away from their cart to look at something, quickly make off with it without saying a word. 47.Relax in the patio furniture until you get kicked out. 48.When an announcement comes over the loudspeaker, assume the fetal position and scream, “No, no! It’s those voices again!” 49.Pay off layaways fifty cents at a time. 50.Drag a lounge chair on display over to the magazines and relax. If the store has a food court, buy a soft drink; explain that you don’t get out much, and ask if they can put a little umbrella in it. more

Resolved Question: My boyfriends brother....?

Well, the other day, I was at my boyfriends house. We went to his room to make out and all, thinking we would have the night to ourselves. We were getting pretty intimate, and i was on top of him, with my legs wrapped around him, and his hands were up my shirt. All of the sudden his brother walks in. We immediately stop. Then, my boyfriend goes "Get the fuck out of my room Ben!!" to his brother. Then his brother says "hey, can I join?" then he starts grinning and winks at me. then my boyfriend is like "Leave us alone, go off and pretend your doing Oprah or whatever you usually do in your free time." Then his brother is like "Ha. Fine." but then winks at me. It was really awkward... and so my bf apologizes and everything but about a minute later his brother slips a condom under the door and yells "Dont forget to use protection!!" ughhhhh its so weird now, because if i am walking around their house his brother always smiles and winks. I dont really know what to do, i mean it happens EVERY time im at his house. My bf constantly apologizes for it and its his stupid perverted brother fault. Oh, and my bf and i are both 17, and so is his brother, because they are futernal twins (sorry i spelt that wrong :/ ) So what should i do? We usual go over to his house all the time because he feels weird around my parents because my parents just make it really awkward. Either way its awkward!! I just want some alone time with him. Oh, and a car, he has a car but its SUPER cramped. Thanks for the help. more

Resolved Question: A short story: Final Stop?

I wish I knew how many times I've read this piece... haha. Final Stop Leaning against the metal railing, I glance down at my cell phone, 7:23. The train should be here soon. On this humid summer’s night, the light rail station is rather empty. A mother holds the hand of her small child by the sign advertising one of the city’s more popular restaurants, Ellington’s. The advertisement pictures a happy couple, toasting to something— perhaps the luxury of a night for just the two of them. They look almost too happy, as if they’ve been slipped too many anti-depressants. No one is that happy, not in this small town, at least. Sitting on the wood bench by the ticket booth, an elderly man rests his tired eyes. A few teenage girls chatter amongst themselves at the far end by the vacant tracks. One seems dangerously close to the edge, just past the yellow line, the one that you’re supposed to be behind while the train approaches. My mind wanders, as my lucid imagination shows the girl tripping backwards over the edge just as the train barrels through as it slows, splattering the walkway with blood, just like that movie “Final Destination” – I love movies. But then I snap out of it. I have a vividly evil mind like that sometimes. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, and take in my sacred moment of solitude. A few minutes of my treasured bliss— my thinking time —is all I need, all I could have for now, as the slight breeze signals the approaching train. The distant horn blare sounds suddenly, causing my heart to race a bit. The breeze from the engine flies past— it’s close now —and it feels good, washing away the humidity for a moment. Finally, the doors swing open and we begin boarding the train. “Welcome and thank you for using the official light rail of Virginia’s Transit Association. Please take a seat and keep your ticket in hand; the attendant will be coming around shortly,” says a voice over the intercom system. Gripping my ticket, I place it in my pocket for safekeeping. I scan the train for an open seat, a window seat. To my dismay, the only seat is one bordering the aisle. I look around for friendly faces, noticing a few people my age. A girl who looks like she just got off work. An elderly woman with some department store bags. An eerie man with dreadlocks, wearing a Yankees cap and drinking something wrapped in a paper bag. An older man in the back with a hoody drawn over his head. With no choice but to otherwise stand, I sigh and take the seat next to the old woman. I place my bag beneath my seat, situate myself into a comfortable position, and slowly drift into a shallow, foggy nap. “And how are you today, young lady?” The question startles me awake, fogginess, huh? I open my eyes, look to my right to see the man with the dreadlocks. His greasy locks escape through the holes in his Yankee’s cap. His lips are still moist from the last drops from his mystery drink, and pungent like cigarettes and cough drops. His eyes are dilated with euphoric mystery. A bit dazed and confused, I look around the car— almost everyone has reached their destination and departed the train, except for the sleeping elderly man in the back. Wearing his hoody, he sleeps soundly. Maybe I dreamt somebody was talking to me? But he seemed to be looking back at me, as if anticipating some sort of response. Before muttering even the simplest response, my shy finger points to myself, and he does a quick nod raising his eyebrows and giving a tight, wide goofy smile, confirming his request for human interaction. Did he not see my eyes were closed? “I’m good, thanks,” says my sleepy voice, as I slid across the seat towards the window. He slips into the aisle and next to me in my seat. He looks into my eyes like the Cheshire cat with a big grin, as if he’s looking for diamond tear drops. I try to stay calm, but my eyes open wide, as I press myself back against the window, panic spreading paralyzing fear through my limbs. I’m wide awake now. “Your eyes,” he begins with a whisper, “your eyes are quite brown for green eyes.” I’m baffled. I guess the mystery drink is working magical wonders on this man. As my heart rate subsides, I figure maybe he’s a harmless drunk, but I continue to keep up my guard. Smiling, I give the tweaked eyebrow “you’re crazy” expression, but I realize that he’s waiting for some sort of reply. “Oh… well… thank you?” I pause to search for the right words, “you have pretty eyes, too?” I say reluctantly, feeling a bit goofy having a conversation with a creepy, crazy man on a train. The sheer thrill of my compliment rushes through him, brightening his day. He relishes in the idea of receiving a compliment, but after a few minutes of silence, the smile begins to fade and round two begins. “So, where are you headed this evening?” he says. During this short time, he’s developed a comfortable relation with me. Unfortunately for him, it’s not mutual. My clammy right palm clencMy clammy right palm clenches my clammy left. I suddenly feel uneasy and pretend not to hear him. He catches on, scrunches his eyebrow and repeats his question, “Where are you headed, young lady? It seems a bit late for you to be out alone!” What is he looking for here? Is he a sexual deviate? An escaped lunatic? A drunken paranoid schizophrenic? A caring stranger? DING, the voice on the PA system announces my stop is only two away. Next stop in five minutes. “I’m off to the movie theater,” I say quickly, hoping he takes note of my short answers. “I see, I see. I was thinking about going tonight.” I nod my head; count the seconds until my stop. He inches closer to me, “So what film are you seeing?” “I’m not sure,” I utter before biting my bottom lip and moving closer to window. At this point, he’s trapping me in my seat, like a hostage. I hope and pray the old man in the back is actually alive and, if I’m really lucky, an ex-marine who will rescue me.Helloooo, strange old guy, come help a girl out, pleeease. Be a good Samaritan who will wake up soon! “Well,” he pauses to cough into his sleeve, “maybe I should join you. We could see that new comedy with what’s his name, uh—” Terrified, I pretend to take a call, “Um, yeah, sure. I’m getting a call… sorry, I have to take this.” Without hesitation, he responds, “Who is it? Your boyfriend? I bet a beautiful girl like yourself has the boys lining up and down the street,” he says with a laugh, coughing, wet and phlegm, like a homeless guy with emphysema.*homeless man with emphysema.I ignore him and begin speaking to the invisible identity on the other side of the phone conversation. “Oh, hey, I was waiting for you to call me back. How have you been?” I listen to the sounds of silence and, every once in a while, I ask another question. “I heard you just got back from a trip, how’d that go?” As silence begins to share her story of a trip to the beach, the identity in my seat— blocking me in —remains patient. I look at him from the corner of my eye, and he smiles back, creepily tapping his wrist, glancing towards the back of the car and back to me. I shrug my shoulders, as he inches closer and places his sweaty, left palm on my hand. My breathing stops, my speaking stops, but my heart beats faster. With his right hand, he forms a tight grasp around my right hand and my cell phone. I’m numb. I’m frightened. I’m petrified.He slowly closes my cell phone, ending my call with silence. I’m trembling inside and out, but he strokes my hand— his attempt at keeping me calm and quiet. Frantically, I search for help from anybody on the train, but fear blinds me— I’m on my own. DING! PA system announces our arrival, as the train begins to decelerate. “So come on, my treat, let’s catch that movie,” he says gingerly, yet nervously, glancing back at the old man sleeping in his hoody covered head. It’s as if considering whether or not the old man will be able to ID Mr. Dreadlock once my beaten and butchered body is discovered in the river the next day. I don’t answer. I can’t answer. He draws his arms back and subtly returns to his normal sitting position. Still bewildered and confused, we look at each other. His eyes, once dilated with mystery, are now dilated with sadness; mine with trepidation. He suddenly seems sober.As the train comes to a stop, the doors swing open. I notice a young woman around the age of the mysterious stranger waving and smiling on the landing. Mr. Dreadlock looks back at me, as he leaves the car, smiling that Cheshire cat grin and hugging his girlfriend, swinging her around jovially. Huh? I’m confused and relieved, as the doors close and the train begins to pull away from the station. DING! Next stop is my stop, 10 minutes. My mind and body are exhausted from the excitement. Mind gets foggy, eyes heavy…..as a hand firmly covers my mouth from behind....Now that was obnoxious to do. Haha, comments?Aw guys, don't give me all the credit; most of it belongs to G Love. All I did was write a rough draft of the story and put in the some punctuation. G did all the imagery and all the amazing stuff. Haha, I just posted this piece because I couldn't post my edits on G's question... apparently, my answer was too long. Still, I'm glad you guys enjoyed it, but really, give the praise to G. :)P.S. UnKnown, I'm fourteen. If any fourteen-year-old can write like this on their own, well, I'd be just as shocked as you are. Haha, I do my own writing, too, but it's never anything like this.G, writing this wasn't obnoxious at all; it was the posting it that was obnoxious. I hate how they limit the number of characters that I can use. I mean, some people talk a lot (cough cough us cough cough) so we need extra characters. Haha, but you've convinced me on the humor/informality points. I think I'm going to put them back into the piece and save a copy on my computer. You know, years from now, I want to be like, "Hey, remember when we wrote this? Yeah, that's the summer that we spent all of our time on the computer." Haha, at least it paid off for *says in a dramatic voice* Ashlyn Valentino. :) P.S. No matter what you say, in my mind, you still deserve most of the credit.P.P.S. For our next story, it needs to be something... different. We should hit all the genres. The first was mystery and the second can be whatever pops into our minds. Start thinking! more

Voting Question: Why do men act so freaking wierd when women work on cars?

I was working on my boyfriends '76 Ford F-150 and my bf was hanging around handing me tools and shooing away bugs when a neighbor guy walks over... he looks at my pink shoes hanging out from under the truck and says "WOO! Your woman knows how to turn a wrench! Better keep that one!" I think thats rude to call me HIS woman and assume that wrench turning too compicated for a women to pull off.....After getting the starter off we took it to the parts shop to have it tested..... scenario: two people walk into the parts shop. One is a blonde girl wearing a pink tank top covered in grease up to her elbows and holding a starter wrapped in an old t-shirt and the other a guy wearing a completly clean WHITE SHIRT! who does the clerk talk to to? THE GUY! yaaa....makes perfect sense....he even pointed out that I was the one he needed to talk to and he laughed....then KEPT TALKING TO HIM! why do guys act this way when I work on a car? I LOVE working on cars and my bf hates it...is that so wierd?he sucks at cooking! LOL plus He only coos meat and Im a vegetarian, lolbaby face....your bf sounds like a jerk! mine isnt happy with my descisions to be a mechanic someday...but he tries to be supportive....that guy makes me want to bite a puppY! more

Resolved Question: Vignette of mystery. Comments?

FIRST edit (redraft) Here is a vignette written by a friend and myself. Our pen name is Ashlyn Valentino. Your turn to critique and change Bliss. What do you think? Final Stop by Ashlyn Valentino Leaning against the metal railing, I glance down at my cell phone, 7:23. The train should be here soon. On this humid summer’s night, the light rail station is rather empty. A mother holds the hand of her small child by the sign advertising one of the city’s more popular restaurants, Ellington’s. The ad shows a super happy couple toasting to something, probably how awesome it is to be out together away from the kids. They almost look too happy, like they’re hopped up on anti-depressants. Nobody is that happy, for reals. Sitting on the wood bench by the ticket booth, an elderly man rests his tired eyes. A few teenage girls chatter amongst themselves at the far end by the vacant tracks. One seems dangerously close to the edge, just past the yellow line, the one that you’re supposed to be behind while the train approaches. My mind wanders, as my lucid imagination shows the girl tripping backwards over the edge just as the train barrels through as it slows, splattering the walkway with blood, just like that movie “Final Destination” – I love movies. But then I snap out of it. I have a pretty vividly evil mind like that sometimes. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, and take in my sacred moment of solitude. A few minutes of my treasured bliss— my thinking time —is all I need, all I could have for now, as the slight breeze signals the approaching train. The distant horn blair sounds suddenly, causing my heart to race a bit, suddenly close, as the breeze from the engine flies past, which felt good, washing away the humidity for a moment. Finally the doors swing open and we begin boarding the train. “Welcome and thank you for using the official light rail of Virginia’s Transit Association. Please take a seat and keep your ticket in hand, the attendant will be coming around shortly,” says a voice over the intercom system. Gripping my ticket, I place it in my pocket for safekeeping. I scan the train for an open seat, a window seat. To my dismay, the only seat is one bordering the aisle. I look around for friendly faces, noticing a few people my age, a girl who looks like she just got off work, an old lady with some department store bags, a creepy guy with dreadlocks wearing a Yankees cap, drinking something wrapped in a paper bag, an older man in the back with a hoody drawn over his head. With no choice but to otherwise stand, I sigh and take the seat next to the old lady. I place my bag beneath my seat, situate myself into a comfortable position, and slowly drift into a shallow, foggy nap. “And how are you today, young lady,” startling me awake, fogginess, huh? I open my eyes, look to my right to see the guy with the dreadlocks. His greasy locks escape through the holes in his Yankee’s cap. His lips are still moist from the last drops from his mystery drink, and pungent like cigarettes and cough drops. His eyes are dilated with euphoric mystery. A bit dazed and confused, I look around the car, and notice almost everybody has gotten off at their stops, except the frail looking old guy in the hoody in the back sleeping. Maybe I dreamt somebody was talking to me? But he seemed to be looking back at me as if anticipating some sort of response. Before muttering even the simplest response, my shy finger points to myself, and he does a quick nod raising his eyebrows and giving a tight, wide goofy smile, confirming his request for human interaction. Did he not see my eyes were closed? “I’m good, thanks” said my sleepy voice as I slid across the seat towards the window. He slips into the aisle and next to me in my seat. He looks into my eyes like the Cheshire cat with a big grin, as if he’s looking for diamond tear drops. I tried to stay calm but my eyes open wide as I press myself back against the window, panic spreading paralyzing fear through my limbs. I’m wide awake now. “Your eyes,” he begins with a whisper, “your eyes are quite brown for green eyes.” I’m baffled. I guess the mystery drink is working magical wonders on this guy! As my heart rate subsides, I figure maybe he’s a harmless drunk, but I continue to keep up my guard. Smiling as I give the tweaked eyebrow “you’re crazy” expression, I realize that he’s waiting for some sort of reply. “Oh… well… thank you?,” I pause to search for the right words, “you have pretty eyes, too?” I say reluctantly, feeling a bit goofy having a conversation with a creepy, crazy guy on a train. The sheer thrill of my compliment rushes through him brightening his day. He relishes in the idea of receiving a compliment, but after a few minutes of silence, the smile begins to fade, and round two begins. “So, where are you headed this evening?” he says matter of factly, as if we’re super best buddies now. My clammMy clammy right palm clenches my clammy left. I suddenly feel uneasy, and pretend not to hear him. He catches on, scrunching his eyebrows he repeats his question, “Where are you headed, young lady? It seems a bit late for you to be out alone!” What is he looking for here? Is he a sexual deviate? An escaped lunatic? A drunken paranoid schizophrenic? A caring stranger? DING, the voice on the PA system announces my stop is after this next stop. Next stop in 5 minutes. “I’m off to the movie theater,” I say quickly, hoping he takes note of my short answers. “I see, I see. I was thinking about going tonight.” I nod my head; count the seconds until my stop. He inches closer to me, “So what film are you seeing?” “I’m not sure,” I utter before biting my bottom lip and moving closer to window since he’s trapping me in my seat like a hostage. I wish and pray the old guy in the back is actually alive and like, some ex-marine who will come to my rescue.Helloooo strange old guy, come help a girl out pleeease be a good Samaritan who will wake up soon! “Well,” he pauses to cough into his sleeve, “maybe I should join you. We could see that new comedy with what’s his name, uh—” Terrified, I pretend to take a call, “Um, yeah, sure. I’m getting a call… sorry, I have to take this.” Without hesitation, he responds, “Who is it? Your boyfriend? I bet a beautiful girl like yourself has the boys lining up and down the street,” he says with a laugh, coughing, wet and phlegmy like a homeless guy with emphysema. I ignore him and begin speaking to the invisible identity on the other side of the phone conversation. “Oh, hey, I was waiting for you to call me back. How have you been?” I listen to the sounds of silence and, every once in a while, I ask another question. “I heard you just got back from a trip, how’d that go?” As silence begins to share her story of a trip to the beach, the identity in my seat blocking me in, remains patient.I look at him from the corner of my eye and he smiles back creepily tapping his wrist, glancing towards the back of the car, and back to me. I shrug my shoulders as he inches closer and places his sweaty, left palm on my hand. My breathing stops, my speaking stops, but my heart beats faster. With his right hand, he forms a tight grasp around my right hand and my cell phone. I’m numb. I’m frightened. I’m petrified. He slowly closes my cell phone, ending my call with silence. I’m trembling inside and out, but he strokes my hand— his attempt at keeping me calm and quiet. Frantically, I search for help from anybody on the train, but fear blinds me— I’m on my own. DING! PA system announces our arrival as the train begins to decelerate. “So come on, my treat, let’s catch that movie” he says gingerly, yet nervously, glancing back at the old man sleeping in his hoody covered head as if considering whether or not the old man will be able to ID Mr. Dreadlock once my beaten andbutchered body is discovered in the river the next day. I don’t answer. I can’t answer. He draws his arms back and subtly returns to his normal sitting position. Still bewildered and confused, We look at each other. His eyes, once dilated with mystery, are now dilated with sadness; mine with trepidation. He suddenly seems sober. As the train comes to a stop, the doors swing open. I notice a young lady around the age of the mysterious stranger waving and smiling on the landing. Mr. Dreadlock looks back at me as he leaves the car, smiling that Cheshire Cat grin and hugging his girlfriend swinging her around jovially. Huh. I’m confused and relieved as the doors close and the train begins to pull away from the station. DING! Next stop is my stop, 10 minutes. My mind and body are exhausted from the excitement. Mind gets foggy, eyes heavy…..as a hand firmly covers my mouth from behind. more

Resolved Question: Powder foundation gets everywhere?

So i figured out that you need a primer to help your foundation stay on your face. Now, how to I keep it from getting all over when i put it on. I put it on and the powders gets on my cloths, bed, car, and anything and everything near or around me. My makeup is the last thing I do when getting ready and I have to wrap myself up and put on a make shift bib just so I don't get it on my cloths. Is it my brush or what? more

Resolved Question: I SAW A REALLY DISTURBING SCENE 2DAY!!!!!! (HELP!!)?

I was walking around in FLushing, Queens and there was a large group of people staring at something in front of police tape. I peered over and I saw something that will change my life 4ever. I saw a pool of blood that had consumed one lane (of a street) and I saw a large bandage (the type paramedics wrap around your head when your bleeding.......kinda looks like a really big paper towel) sthat was soaked in blood. The blood had stretched onto the curb of the side-walk and on the tires of some EMS vehicles. There were like 5 police cars and massive traffic. The onlookers stared with therir hands over their mouth, some even were tearing. I asked what had happended to a near by officer. He said, that a car had ran over a pedesdtrian and had killed him, I was stricken by grief. I came by back 30 minutes later, there were flowers and the traffic and EMS vehicles had seemed to clear out. This was the most graphic scene my eyes had ever seen. I am still hanuted by that horrific seen. I need some advice. What should I do NOW!!!!!! Im just a 14 year old teen. Should I start a petetion/group against unsafe driving, should I pray, should I 4get about it, should I cry, should I do anything. It also got me thinking about G-d. Y would G-d allow this, why is there human suffering, my world seemed perfect and happy b4 this horrible day. I was about to throw up at the sight, and I was gonna cry. I didnt evern know the victim but I still hold in strong emotions for him. Y would G-d allow such a horrible thing 2 happen? PLZ answer these questions. I am in a state of confusion, sorrow, doubt, and worry. HELP!!!!!!! more

Resolved Question: I WANT YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!?

The last time I saw her Was the night she said goodbye She said that love's a stranger And it's sure to pass you by As she packed up her belongings She wouldn't look me in the eye But I could see a tear roll Off her face As we both tried so hard Not to cry she said I never wanted the stars I never shot for the moon I like them right where they are All I wanted was you So baby just turn away Because I can't face the truth All I'm trying to say Is all I wanted was you I tried so hard to remember Where when how why love went away I tried to drown myself in pity But the whiskey kept calling your name I bought you fancy cars and diamond rings All the things that money brings And the servants to paint the sky blue And I worked so hard seven days a week And built a fortress for your heart to keep If I could I'd wrap these words up for you I never wanted the stars I never shot for the moon I like them right where they are All I wanted was you So baby just turn away Because I can't face the truth All I'm trying to say Is all I wanted was you I may have built for you a dreamhouse But never thought you were alone I filled the party up with company But never made our house a home All I got is my guitar these chords and the truth All I got is my guitar ... but all I want is you more

Resolved Question: Is baby wearing as good as they say it is? Or is it hype?

I can't really imagine carrying your baby in a sling/wrap/carrier pretty much all day simply because of the whole sore back issue. I do carry my 14 1/2 pound son in a wrap type carrier on occasion. The thing is, at 14 weeks, he loves being on the floor playing, or in his bouncy chair, or in his swing. He's not that fond of being "worn". The "experts" have all these studies saying how good it is. I'm sure it's better than a stroller or car seat, but in your opinion, are the benefits over rated. I read a study saying that front facing strollers place babies under stress, and I abandoned my stroller. Then I read HOW they did that study, and it has more holes than a screen door. I like to do errands for my walks, and I was forcing myself to wear my baby, get the mail, buy a few groceries, and carry all that crap home on my body like a pack mule because I didn't want to stress my baby. Today, I used the evil forward facing stroller in question, and actually didn't feel like eating a tub of Tylenol when I got home.I didn't use a baby carrier until like 5 weeks when a friend gave me a baby bjorn, before then I made sure that he was held as much as possible. It took him a while to get used to the baby bjorn, but once he did he loved it as long as I was walking. I could not get him to like it while I was cleaning or sitting. I now have a moby wrap and it's a zillion times better on my back-I only wear it on walks or at times where I do a lot of walking. During my son's first 5 weeks, I really didn't take him out much (spring in Alaska). He was ok with the stroller, except he didn't sleep as well as in the moby.I'm also on the oldish side for a first time mom.The pack mule effect comes from walking home from the store with a bag of groceries, the mail, the diaper bag, and what ever tidbits of stuff I accumulated on my walks. I like to be all snuggly with my boy. The bjorn was a gift, I bought a moby which is better. I just love it when people don't read the whole question and just answer the parts they like. more

Voting Question: Love Problems. I am leaving for Air Force Basic Training, and need some help for the girl I love be4 I leave.?

So here is the problem. I have been in love with this girl since i was in 5th grade. (for real) I am a 19 year old man now, and can remember everything perfectly since the day we met. We have always been friends, but then sophmore year, about 3 years ago i was finally given a chance by her. HOWEVER she had a boyfriend at this time, but couldnt leave him (homecoming queen and king) so she would cheat on him with me, and plan on breaking up with him and yadayadayada. lol Down to the point . They broke up, because he found out about us, and we didnt go out because she didnt want the school to think she was a cheater. (understandably) SO we were dance partners last year in high school and always were close, always had everything in common, and always could laugh together. THEN college hits and we never saw each other. We hung out this past january and had so much fun, and last night we hung out again. THIS IS THE IMPORTANT STUFF. Last night we were laying on her bedroom floor watching a movie and just talking. alot of contact, like touching hands, back rubs and stuff. and she kept saying 'im so bored' 'what do you want to do' and just giving me the look that i remembered since sophmore year. She has never known how much i am in love with her. and i know that come August 22nd when i get shipped to boot camp, i may never see her again. I drove home last night after hugging her goodbye and just broke down, with the thought of me never getting a chance to tell her everything! So i need to come up with something. I play the guitar, i play the piano, i write alot and im creative. MY IDEA. maybe write her a song? or play the song For You I Will (Confidence) - by Teddy Geiger? Write her like a poem in a nice book, and wrap it up. and tell her flat out how i feel. LIKE. Show up ask her to talk, we go on a walk i tell her everything. get back to my car and pull out guitar, and say i have something for you (play play play) then right before i leave give her the gift? I am not a ladies man. I am good looking. i like to laugh alot. and am smooth with my words. kinda like i talk the talk but never execute. I respect woman and fear rejection so i never pull the move or anything. Please give me Ideas . And help me. :( QUESTIONS: What are some good songs that would be fitting for this moment? Is my idea okay? or too much? Last night was she giving me a hint to pull a move? psh 19 years old and i still have trouble doing that. Thanks guys for your time, and for your answers in advance. USAF (DEP) Gregg more

Voting Question: How to deal with a person like this?

I work with a much older lady, she is I believe 45. Most of the people that work there are in their 20's or younger in highschool. Well the highschool kids you could understand or let slip up any immaturities, but this person acts worst then any of them and is the source of most of any drama. It's sad how I am in my early 20's and am more mature, and see this. She also kisses butt to the main boss and is known for being the store snitch. We know outside of work she has know life, and is on the computer all the time and recently divorced this woman and im not downing this but she doessnt drive or have a car and lives with her mother she in fact is a mother but I wonder how her kids had to grow up with such a person like that. She will also be nice to your face but as soon as you turn your back she lets out her true colors. I have seen her do this. She also also has talked a lot behind my back and is nice to my face she has a few people fooled but I see right threw her she I work the night shift so only see her 2 hours most days she can't stand for anyone to get more attention then her. I brought cute treats in for everyone at work and they all appreciated and took one when I offered her one she said real fake thanks kimberly then went in and took over the conversation and I heard her whispering which there again making rude comments behing my back. Also when new people start she talks about a lot of people saying don't talk to this person there weird and she has done it to me so she is giving them that htought in there head with out them making their own impression. She tells other co-workers not to talk to me. So basically she is a ***** but an undercover one she is also robotic in emotions I was on facebook on my break she wasnt at work and she went in the office one of the managers told me this and she said kim was on facebook while at work. How can I deal with this person? How would you deal with a person like this at work? Should I confront her and end the *****? Or should I continue to let her do this and keep my distants? I almost forgot she even started a fight to show off to the autistic kid at work and got in a argument online with his friend and wrote f that person on the bathroom stall who does that with someone who has problems and is autistic and she tells people not to talk to him to and he is the sweetest kid she also stated she just has to bat her eyelashes and the boss gives her whatever she wants and she has him wrapped around her finger which he does have his favorites but that is becuase she kisses butt and is the pet or store snitchNikoli you sound just like the person in question and seem like a sociopath maybe you should look that up if your unsure what it is as true sociopaths dont more

Resolved Question: Could someone explain what excatly this quote means from the movie fight club?

After the 2 main characters had crashed their car in a rainy night, back in the Tyler Durden's house, while Edward Norton's character is laying on the bed, Tyler(Brad Pitt) says something like this: "In the world I see, you're stalking elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of rockefeller center. You will wear leather clothes that last you the rest of your life. You climb the wrist thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Tower. When you look down, you see tiny figures, pounding corn, laying strips of venison on the empty car pool lane of an abandoned superhighway" I mean, what on earth does that mean? more

Resolved Question: what that sound (people with good hearing)?

there is a comp on the radio and you have to guest the sound and if you win you get 1700 , i don't care about the money i just want to know want the sound is its really bugging me here is the list of stuff people have guessed which is wrong and here where u can listen to the sound http://www.fm104.ie/on-air/shows-feature.aspx?show_guid=a0d4eb7e-224e-4ce5-8deb-a8c6c3c45939&arti_guid=7cc77abb-64d5-4879-9ac6-f15d3f949462 here is the list Bank Lodgement machine Ringbinder Hole Puncher Indicator Tin Opener A paper punch A staple gun a carjack a car engine turning over Ripping a box Opening an attaché box Bank Lodgement machine Ringbinder Hole Puncher Indicator Tin Opener Someone plucking a guitar string Someone trying to staple with a stapler with no staples in it A JML chopper Guillotene Handles on a door being pulled up and down Carjack Stamper Pogostick X Box controller Change being put into a bus The ashtray in a car Latches on a briefcase Sharpening of a knife Hole Punch Clips at the end of a Clothes hanger Popping the lid on a kettle Hazard lights The grater used for bricklaying Franking machine Lock on a door Metal balls banging off each other Heater fan on car Putting an ink cartridge into a machine Central locking on a car Putting a straw through a McDonalds cup Starting a battery in a car Can getting opened Pepper Grinder Stapler Car being jacked Tape cassette Mop being squeezed into a bucket A letterbox The round clips in a binder Gumball Machine Garden Shears Lever on rides at a fairground Credit Card machine Door handle Step ladder opening and closing Pushing ice out of an ice tray Jump leads on a car Key being put in and out of a lock Gumball Machine Carrott being grated 2 Hands on a clock Toaster being popped up and down Egg timer Latch on a hall door Scraping metal Car door opening Springs on a clothes hanger Telephone change box Lever Arch File De-tagger Letterbox Clock in machine Lock on a backdoor Old can opener Old Typewriter Spinning top Garden Shears Tin Can opening & Closing Can tab being flicked Handbrake Button Footpump Answering machine Topping up your phone Antiseptic Dispenser Ashtray Footpump Sellotape Dispenser Rubix Cube Walking on a can Rifle gun Company Stamp Phone Box Guilleteen Ticket Dispenser Stapler Printer Cashbox (turning the key on it) Ice Cube Dispenser Rubix Cube Walking on a can Rifle gun Company Stamp Phone Box Guilleteen Garden Shears Tin Can opening & Closing Can tab being flicked Handbrake Button Footpump Dice on a board game Re-clicking a seatbelt The device you use to remove staples Pogo Stick Snipping wire Photo Booth Taking off top of Hoover Coffee machine Door handle Can Crusher Toy tractor Button on a handbrake Pigeon Clay shotgun Swing Bin lid Mimograph Sealer Sharpening a Clippers Briefcase being opened and closed Paper towel Dispenser Old camera Clock in machine Car indicators Handsfree phone being put into handset Parking Meter Tile Cutter Fire exit door Grandfather Clock Foot Pump Pinball Machine Old Telephone Video Recorder Oiling a tin can Walking around on tin cans Plastic Coat hanger Double - barrell lock Pepper mill Filling a stapler Clicking top of a pen Clickstrap on a truck Switch on a cable fan Old fashioned camcorder Spring on a door Squeezing an empty shampoo bottle 2 stones rubbing together The arms of a garden chair squeeking A computer starting up A picture slider A silicone Gun Thimblegun Petrol pump when it gets to the end A pushdown ashtray Sweetner dispenser Stapler Someone opening a can of Coke Metal stamper Suitcase latch Pricing gun Material Scissors Someone stabbing a drinks can Pulling shrink wrap off a roll Can crusher Jigsaw maker Slides being changed on a projector Guitar Hero Car Indicator soap dispenser knife sharpener opening a stapler Retractable Pen Hole Punch soap dispenser knife sharpener opening a stapler Pogo Stick Hedge Shears Key being turned in a door Pizza Slicer Ring on a keyholder Dice in a dome game Golf ball cleaner Turnstile Franking Machine Opening and closing a briefcase Empty Soap dispenser for swine flu Swinging doors Glovebox lid Microwave Door Industrial Freezer Door Lighting a gas fire Scissors cutting Plastic Theme Park Ride Typewriter Sensor from an SUV Emergency exit metal door Button on Electric Window Slot Machine Handle Pedals on a Push-bike Ice-Cream Scoop Garden Shreads Somebody using a measuring tape Somebody using an orange juicer In-car tape machine Child Lock A Key Being Inserted Into A Safe Security Tag Being Removed From An Item Of Clothing Franking Machine Someone Running A Card Through Their Fingers Slide Projector Handcuffs opening and closing A receipt printer Petrol pump nozel going in and out Airport Tagging Machine Handcuffs Being Opened Petrol more

Voting Question: what's that sound (people with good hearing ) ?

there is a comp on the radio and you have to guest the sound and if you win you get 1700 , i don't care about the money i just want to know want the sound is its really bugging me here is the list of stuff people have guessed which is wrong and here where u can listen to the sound http://www.fm104.ie/on-air/shows-feature.aspx?show_guid=a0d4eb7e-224e-4ce5-8deb-a8c6c3c45939&arti_guid=7cc77abb-64d5-4879-9ac6-f15d3f949462 here is the list Bank Lodgement machine Ringbinder Hole Puncher Indicator Tin Opener A paper punch A staple gun a carjack a car engine turning over Ripping a box Opening an attaché box Bank Lodgement machine Ringbinder Hole Puncher Indicator Tin Opener Someone plucking a guitar string Someone trying to staple with a stapler with no staples in it A JML chopper Guillotene Handles on a door being pulled up and down Carjack Stamper Pogostick X Box controller Change being put into a bus The ashtray in a car Latches on a briefcase Sharpening of a knife Hole Punch Clips at the end of a Clothes hanger Popping the lid on a kettle Hazard lights The grater used for bricklaying Franking machine Lock on a door Metal balls banging off each other Heater fan on car Putting an ink cartridge into a machine Central locking on a car Putting a straw through a McDonalds cup Starting a battery in a car Can getting opened Pepper Grinder Stapler Car being jacked Tape cassette Mop being squeezed into a bucket A letterbox The round clips in a binder Gumball Machine Garden Shears Lever on rides at a fairground Credit Card machine Door handle Step ladder opening and closing Pushing ice out of an ice tray Jump leads on a car Key being put in and out of a lock Gumball Machine Carrott being grated 2 Hands on a clock Toaster being popped up and down Egg timer Latch on a hall door Scraping metal Car door opening Springs on a clothes hanger Telephone change box Lever Arch File De-tagger Letterbox Clock in machine Lock on a backdoor Old can opener Old Typewriter Spinning top Garden Shears Tin Can opening & Closing Can tab being flicked Handbrake Button Footpump Answering machine Topping up your phone Antiseptic Dispenser Ashtray Footpump Sellotape Dispenser Rubix Cube Walking on a can Rifle gun Company Stamp Phone Box Guilleteen Ticket Dispenser Stapler Printer Cashbox (turning the key on it) Ice Cube Dispenser Rubix Cube Walking on a can Rifle gun Company Stamp Phone Box Guilleteen Garden Shears Tin Can opening & Closing Can tab being flicked Handbrake Button Footpump Dice on a board game Re-clicking a seatbelt The device you use to remove staples Pogo Stick Snipping wire Photo Booth Taking off top of Hoover Coffee machine Door handle Can Crusher Toy tractor Button on a handbrake Pigeon Clay shotgun Swing Bin lid Mimograph Sealer Sharpening a Clippers Briefcase being opened and closed Paper towel Dispenser Old camera Clock in machine Car indicators Handsfree phone being put into handset Parking Meter Tile Cutter Fire exit door Grandfather Clock Foot Pump Pinball Machine Old Telephone Video Recorder Oiling a tin can Walking around on tin cans Plastic Coat hanger Double - barrell lock Pepper mill Filling a stapler Clicking top of a pen Clickstrap on a truck Switch on a cable fan Old fashioned camcorder Spring on a door Squeezing an empty shampoo bottle 2 stones rubbing together The arms of a garden chair squeeking A computer starting up A picture slider A silicone Gun Thimblegun Petrol pump when it gets to the end A pushdown ashtray Sweetner dispenser Stapler Someone opening a can of Coke Metal stamper Suitcase latch Pricing gun Material Scissors Someone stabbing a drinks can Pulling shrink wrap off a roll Can crusher Jigsaw maker Slides being changed on a projector Guitar Hero Car Indicator soap dispenser knife sharpener opening a stapler Retractable Pen Hole Punch soap dispenser knife sharpener opening a stapler Pogo Stick Hedge Shears Key being turned in a door Pizza Slicer Ring on a keyholder Dice in a dome game Golf ball cleaner Turnstile Franking Machine Opening and closing a briefcase Empty Soap dispenser for swine flu Swinging doors Glovebox lid Microwave Door Industrial Freezer Door Lighting a gas fire Scissors cutting Plastic Theme Park Ride Typewriter Sensor from an SUV Emergency exit metal door Button on Electric Window Slot Machine Handle Pedals on a Push-bike Ice-Cream Scoop Garden Shreads Somebody using a measuring tape Somebody using an orange juicer In-car tape machine Child Lock A Key Being Inserted Into A Safe Security Tag Being Removed From An Item Of Clothing Franking Machine Someone Running A Card Through Their Fingers Slide Projector Handcuffs opening and closing A receipt printer Petrol pump nozel going in and out Airport Tagging Machine Handcuffs Being Opened Petrol more

Resolved Question: Not enough dialogue? And what do you think? :)?

I know there are a lot of requests about reading the beginning of stories and what not, but I'd love if someone could read through the beginning of my novel. If it doesn't interest you, scanning through it would be fine, too. If it's not interesting enough, I wouldn't expect anyone to read the whole thing. I just want to write it well. In the passage below, do you think there isn't enough dialogue and too much explaining? Or is it ok? I'd really really appreciate it. Thanks! Also, I'll choose a best answer as soon as it lets me. Hayley leaned against her window sill and looked out over the small suburb. In less than an hour she would be leaving. The thought had been rolling around in her head for weeks now, and only now was it becoming a reality. Her house was like a third parent to her. She had lived in it since she was one and now, at the age of seventeen, she wasn’t keen on leaving. She ran her hand through her auburn colored hair and turned around. Her mom stood in the doorway. She was frowning guiltily. “Are you almost ready?” “Yeah,” said Hayley. She turned away with a bitter smile and grabbed the last of her luggage. The room seemed lonely and sad now that it was stripped of its contents, like an empty shell. “Oh, I’m sorry, Honey,” said her mom, striding towards her. She pushed a strand of Hayley’s hair behind her ear and smiled. “This could be a good thing, though. You can make a new, better start. This place doesn’t offer as much.” “I don’t think it’s the place that’s the problem.” Her mom bit her lip and frowned worriedly. “You won’t know that until we leave,” she said, suddenly sounding chipper again. “Meet your brother and me in the car.” Hayley watched her leave the room and looked around the empty space. Maybe her mom was right. She needed a new start. After all, she was certifiably crazy, not that anyone had checked her out or anything. She had decided it for herself and, although her mother didn’t want to admit it, she was worried too. It wasn’t everyday that you child went to you and said they saw things, things that didn’t make sense, things that put people padded rooms for the rest of their life. Not the mention the dreams she had about people dying, people she had never seen before. Yes, a new start was definitely something she needed. Hayley carried the last of her luggage downstairs where her mom was waiting impatiently at the front door. “Let’s go,” said her mom, waving her arms in an attempt to usher Hayley outside. Hayley was slowing their tight schedule down. Her mom wanted to be in Oregon, and at the new house, within the next ten hours. An hour into the car ride, Hayley found herself falling into a restless sleep. She usually hated sleeping in cars because she wasn’t sure if she would dream or not. Dreaming wasn’t a very pleasant thing for her. She would make an acceptation today, she thought as her eyelids drooped. Maybe she wouldn’t dream. Maybe she’d be lucky… A group of boys appeared from behind an abandoned building. Their jackets were wrapped tightly around their shoulders to fight off the cold air while the moon stood full and bright in the night sky. They approached the empty dock and the ocean waves crashed violently against it. “Five bucks says he doesn’t show,” said a boy with shaggy hair. “Come on, Man, I lost five bucks in the last bet,” said another boy. His hair was buzzed off and his eyes lingered on his empty pockets. “I can’t afford to lose anymore.” “He’ll show,” said a third boy, but he looked nervous nonetheless. His hair was the tidiest of the group. It was neither short nor long. “He won’t stand me up.” “Are you sure about that, Sam?” The fourth and last boy of the group asked. He was leaning against a boat tied to the dock with his hands in his pockets. By the way he held his shoulders anyone could tell that he was arrogant. “I bet he’s never committed a crime in his entire life. Who’s to say he won’t ditch?” “Just give him a minute,” Sam pleaded. Footsteps sounded against the pavement around them and another figure appeared out of nowhere. A boy approached the group as his eyes flickered towards Sam. He didn’t look at the others until he was on the dock. The last boy of the group—but the leader as well—pushed himself from the boat. He smiled in mock surprise. “I’m impressed,” he said. “You’re actually in.” “You couldn’t do this on your own, Eric? You had to draw Sam into your little group?” Said the newcomer. He glared furiously in Eric’s direction, “Are you scared you can’t handle things on your own?” Eric grabbed the boy by the collar of his shirt and yanked him forward. Their faces were merely a few inches apart. “Woah, okay, Eric,” said Sam. “He came, so just let it go.” He nervously glanced between Eric and the boy. “Don’t mock me,” Eric whispered, his expression feral,” Or it’ll be the llast thing you do.” He pushed the boy away and looked at the others. “We’re jacking the storage building tonight,” he said,” The lock will be a piece of cake.” Sam walked over to the boy and clasped his arm. “Thanks, man. Eric would have had my head if you weren’t in. You’re a good-“ The boy pulled away. “I’m not in.” His voice echoed over the water and he turned on Eric. “I just came to get Sam and tell you to go to hell.” He started to walk away. “Trace,” said Sam. His voice was anxious and scared as he looked at Eric. Eric pulled his hand from his pocket and a black object glinted in the darkness. He pointed it at Trace and pulled back the hammer. Trace turned around. “Are you going to shoot me now?” He said, a disbelieving smile spread across his face. He stepped forward. “Do you really want another strike, Eric?” “Come on, Eric,” pleaded Sam. His face was pallid. “Trace just talks sometimes. Let’s just get this over with and break into thelast thing you do.” He pushed the boy away and looked at the others. “We’re jacking the storage building tonight,” he said,” The lock will be a piece of cake.” Sam walked over to the boy and clasped his arm. “Thanks, man. Eric would have had my head if you weren’t in. You’re a good-“ The boy pulled away. “I’m not in.” His voice echoed over the water and he turned on Eric. “I just came to get Sam and tell you to go to hell.” He started to walk away. “Trace,” said Sam. His voice was anxious and scared as he looked at Eric. Eric pulled his hand from his pocket and a black object glinted in the darkness. He pointed it at Trace and pulled back the hammer. Trace turned around. “Are you going to shoot me now?” He said, a disbelieving smile spread across his face. He stepped forward. “Do you really want another strike, Eric?” “Come on, Eric,” pleaded Sam. His face was pallid. “Trace just talks sometimes. Let’s just get this over with and break into thestorage building.” But Eric ignored him. He put his finger on the trigger and watched Trace with a frown. “It’s my strike to make.” The noise of the bullet reverberated around them and Trace collapsed onto the dock. Eric laughed, a malicious sound, and walked away. His two followers stumbled after him, their faces as pale as a ghost. Sam dropped to his knees and kneeled over Trace. “Trace, Trace,” he whispered. “Can you hear me?” He touched his chest and a warm liquid met his hand. Trace’s head lulled to the side but there was no lively response from him. “Trace!” Hayley’s eyes flew open and she shot up in her seat. She was in the car next to her brother, who was engrossed in his Nintendo DS. The sky was dark now, having engulfed the last of the lingering daylight. She breathed in deeply to calm her speeding heart. It was another dream to add to the pile. Yet that had been the longest one. Usually they started just a moment before the person’s death andstopped right after. Why had this one been longer? more

Voting Question: How can we make money fast?

We need a little over $136 for my halloween party. My friends are willing to help too. More than 1 answer please, and we already have lemonade stand, car wash, and walking dogs. BTW it has to be something a 12 year old can do. My other question is what are some fun activities we can do at my halloween party? (we already a contest where you have to wrap someone in toilet paper to make them look like a mummy the fastest. Oh and try to make your ideas wacky and "out of the box") THANKS A LOT!!! more

Resolved Question: What are some dreams you have had that you still remember? What do you think of mine?

I had this one when I was 5 and I still remember it clearly. I was at a school potluck and I went inside to go to the bathroom. There was a window in the bathroom that was not usually there, so I looked out and there was a tree. It somehow told me to climb in it so I did. The tree was then eating what appeared to be a chicken wrap. I wanted some so the tree made me a wrap. It was delicious so I asked the tree what it was and the tree's answer was Tree Bark. I was puzzled so I went into the school and saw the janitor with his daughter. The funny thing was that the janitor in my dream from when I was 5 didn't start working at the school until I was 8. He also had a daughter which was true in real life. I had this dream when I was 8. It started off with me walking into the cafeteria at lunch and my friend suddenly walked in with a goat named Goatie. She came up to me with the goat and asked me if I wanted it. I was really excited and said yes. Then the scene of the dream changed and Goatie was missing so we went to look on the highway and she was running in a field so I flew out of the car and grabbed Goatie's leash. The weird thing is that I went back home and in my kitchen was one of the teachers at my school that I didn't know at the time. I only saw her in the hallways of the school. She had a son with curly jet black hair. 3 years later she had a son. Her son is named Finnegan and she had him with my grade 6 teacher who had jet black hair. When I was nine I had a dream that I was in a huge store attached to a mall. The Bass Pro Shop. I went to it with my grandmother, my father, and my two siblings. After the Bass Pro Shop we went into the mall. Just a few months ago I actually went to that shop with the people in my dream. I hadn't told anybody about the dream but it was weird that I lived it years after having the dream. The cream was fun and so was living it. Those three dreams all had something that happened in real life a few years later and I laugh when something from a dream of mine comes true. This dream will only be understood by somebody who has read Twilight: Breaking Dawn. I had a dream of Isle Esme. If you have read the book you know what happened in my dream. For the people who might not know, I had sex with Edward Cullen. He also turned me into a vampire which was cool in my dream. Then a few weeks later I had another Isle Esme dream but it was the next scene in the book. The part where bella and edward are in the kitchen and Bella was eating eggs. They were delicious. Please don't comment on your opinion of Twilight. So now it is your turn to tell me about some of your dreams. more

Resolved Question: What does my dream mean?

Waking up shaking and crying isn't normally a good thing. I've done it on several occasions, including this morning. I'd like to figure out what my dream meant, if you don't mind answering. My mom and I were trying to get away from this woman who was trying to kill our family. She'd already succeeded with a few dear family members, including my cousin and her 8 month old baby. To make it worse, we saw the whole thing happen and couldn't do a thing about it. She was mostly trying to use means of transportation to lure us to her. She'd killed my cousins in a car, and got my cousin's husband to get on a bus to kill him. Me and my mom went down to this lake, terrified, and not knowing what to do. (Of course, calling the police is pointless in bad dreams.) We considered drowning ourselves, which we ended up attempting to do. But somehow, underneath the lake was a house, which the homicidal woman was living in. We tried to reason with her; to delude her into thinking we'd help her long enough to actually kill her ourselves. She caught on quick, and tried to lunge for my mom but I pulled her hair and slammed her against the floor. I told my mom to hurry and get out and run as far away as she could. She told me she wouldn't leave me behind, but I told her I'd take care of it. She got out of the house and ran. I found some sort of a cloth and twisted it so I could wrap it around the woman's neck. She tried to get up and hit me, but I was too fast and began to try to strangle her. You know how if you get something wrapped around your neck too tight, your head starts to feel hot and heavy? I could feel her head doing the same thing. I didn't want to kill her, but I had to or else she would've killed more people. She wasn't dead yet, but I thought it was getting close. I heard someone's small, clear voice saying, "It's okay. Leave." from out of nowhere, over and over. And then I woke up. Help? more

Resolved Question: Could you please read my story*please look*?

thanks for looking!!!!! Ok here is the prologue. Any critique is lovely, but please no I didn't like ir or I liked it Also my Friend said it might be too much like Percy Jackson with the whole sea gods thing whats your opinion?. A car rumbled to a stop on the bumpy, gravel road. A petite, young girl emerged from the passengers side. She was garbed in a thin brown T-shirt and old worn light blue jeans with holes on the knees. The wind blew her hair just enough to cause a slight ripple. Her dad stepped out on the driver’s side of the small, graying car and slammed the door shut. The girl stared over the cliff out towards to the eerie, green ocean. The mist sprayed her face and made her lips salty. The man looked at her with sorrow, he knew what was to come. “Maddi, come on, I have something to show you,” Her father walked to the hidden steps and started to descend down the cliff, heading towards their secret little beach. Maddi looked at him and nodded not wanting to disturb the calm silence and repetitive pattern of the waves crashing on the sand. She took a deep breath, the damp air filling her lungs. Maddi walked over to her dad and he wrapped his arm over her shoulders as they walked up and down the deserted beach. They walked along the deserted beach exactly as they have done so many times before. Samuel stopped walking and turned his back to the waves and spoke to Maddi. He sighed, “Something will happen soon that will change your life…I want you to know that I will always love you no matter what. OK?” “Um…sure Dad, of course, but what’s going on?” “You will know, all in good time, just remember that I love you and you mean the world to me, please.” He took something out of his pocket. It was in the shape of a starfish but it glowed green, blue, and purple with a red tint. He raised it above his head and Maddi took a step back. He spoke something in a different language and the trinket began to shake violently. Her let go and it shot at the upcoming wave it smashed into it at lightning speed. The wave stopped, it looked frozen and ever so slowly it got smaller until the water was still and the ocean had stopped churning. A huge Mist erupted from the water and if Maddi had not been holding her father’s hand she would have lost him. Maddi looked into the mist at what looked like a ray of sunlight, but inside the quivering light a man was there. His top half looked human, but his bottom half looked like a seahorse. He had a strong jaw and inhuman violet eyes. He was muscular and had colors on him that were the most magnificent thing Maddi had ever seen. He cleared his throat, and said in a strong raspy voice, “Madelyn Grace, You have been summoned by the great sea goddess herself. You have been chosen to be her successor!” more

Resolved Question: can anybody please read my fiction story*please look*?

thanks for looking!!!!! Ok here is the prologue. Any critique is lovely, but please no I didn't like ir or I liked it Also my Friend said it might be too much like Percy Jackson with the whole sea gods thing whats your opinion?. A car rumbled to a stop on the bumpy, gravel road. A petite, young girl emerged from the passengers side. She was garbed in a thin brown T-shirt and old worn light blue jeans with holes on the knees. The wind blew her hair just enough to cause a slight ripple. Her dad stepped out on the driver’s side of the small, graying car and slammed the door shut. The girl stared over the cliff out towards to the eerie, green ocean. The mist sprayed her face and made her lips salty. The man looked at her with sorrow, he knew what was to come. “Maddi, come on, I have something to show you,” Her father walked to the hidden steps and started to descend down the cliff, heading towards their secret little beach. Maddi looked at him and nodded not wanting to disturb the calm silence and repetitive pattern of the waves crashing on the sand. She took a deep breath, the damp air filling her lungs. Maddi walked over to her dad and he wrapped his arm over her shoulders as they walked up and down the deserted beach. They walked along the deserted beach exactly as they have done so many times before. Samuel stopped walking and turned his back to the waves and spoke to Maddi. He sighed, “Something will happen soon that will change your life…I want you to know that I will always love you no matter what. OK?” “Um…sure Dad, of course, but what’s going on?” “You will know, all in good time, just remember that I love you and you mean the world to me, please.” He took something out of his pocket. It was in the shape of a starfish but it glowed green, blue, and purple with a red tint. He raised it above his head and Maddi took a step back. He spoke something in a different language and the trinket began to shake violently. Her let go and it shot at the upcoming wave it smashed into it at lightning speed. The wave stopped, it looked frozen and ever so slowly it got smaller until the water was still and the ocean had stopped churning. A huge Mist erupted from the water and if Maddi had not been holding her father’s hand she would have lost him. Maddi looked into the mist at what looked like a ray of sunlight, but inside the quivering light a man was there. His top half looked human, but his bottom half looked like a seahorse. He had a strong jaw and inhuman violet eyes. He was muscular and had colors on him that were the most magnificent thing Maddi had ever seen. He cleared his throat, and said in a strong raspy voice, “Madelyn Grace, You have been summoned by the great sea goddess herself. You have been chosen to be her successor!” more

Resolved Question: Is this a good part for my story?

(THIS IS NOT THE BEGINING OF CHAPTER)(Also darren is an ex bf of the main character who dumped her because she didn't wannt go the whole ten yards. You know? winky winky ;) The next morning came and I was already out of bed before my alarm clock went off. Energy filled my body making my morning run much more smoothly. I was pretty certain most people were pumped to finish their last day at school. Of course ,like every year, the senior class would be walking around with tear filled eyes. After a final goodbye, close friends would move their separate ways and start new lives as adults. Luckily, I still had two more years before I'd experience that personally. After brushing my teeth and sloppily straightening my hair I grabbed my purse off the floor and ran down the staircase, nearly knocking over my mother in the process. "Where's the fire?" She asked with a chuckle. I shrugged as my lips formed a small smile. "Sorry mom. I wasn't watching where I was going." She laughed and rolled her eyes. "Well obviously. Now, I'm going to get ready for work before I get trampled to death." She gave me a peck on the cheek and walked down the hall toward her room. Before leaving I grabbed an apple from the fridge. "Breakfast, check." I murmured to myself. Suddenly I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket. I flipped it open and read the caller Id. Of course. "Hey Erica." "Don't hey Erica me!" she barked. "I've been waiting in your driveway for like ten minutes. Get your booty out here, now!" "Sir, yes sir." I snapped my phone shut and ran out the door. Erica's red BMW glistened in the sun and through the tinted windows I could see her shaking her head. As soon as I got in the car Erica crossed her arms and glared at me. "Well...are you going to stare at me for the next few hours or are you actually going to drive sometime today?" I asked with a grin. "Very funny Santino. " "Oh we're on a last name basis I see. Okay then Colbert, drive. Please." She exhaled noisily and turned her key in the ignition. The whole ride to school was silent and she kept her eyes locked on the road in front of her. She didn't even blast the stereo like she usually did. "If you were waiting in my driveway for ten minutes, why didn't you just call me as soon as you pulled in?" She was about to say something than snapped her mouth shut, for a moment at least. "I don't know actually. Sorry I was so theatrical about it. It's days like today I don't like to think." "About what?" I asked. "Anything actually. I mean, didn't you ever just give your brain a day off to recharge itself?" Two minutes went by as I thought about it. Honestly, I felt pretty stupid just needing to think about it. "No, actually. I mean a brain pretty much recharges itself in your sleep. But then again, that rule does apply to normal people." Erica pursed her lips and glared at me from the corner of my eye. "Meaning?" "Meaning you are too psycho to be normal." A weird smirk appeared on her face. "A psycho huh? You want to see psycho, I will show you psycho." She pressed her foot harder against the gas pedal and the car picked up speed. Soon all the trees, cars, and whatever else we passed by was just a blur of colors. The green leaved mixed together. It was like driving through a constant fog. My fingers wrapped tightly around the armrest as my heart fluttered. Erica swerved throughout the lanes. Left to right and back to the left. We avoided multiple close calls, barely. As if fearing for my life wasn't enough, there were no cops in sight. Where were the damn cops now. Sure, run a stoplight you get pulled over. Forget to stop at a stop sign, you get pulled over. You're crazy ass friend drives like a psychopathic maniac and nothing! There was only one thing left to do. "Stop, please! You're normal! You're the most down-to-earth, amazing, intelligent, gorgeous best friend in the world! Now stop the damn car!" She smiled in victory and brought the speed of the car back down to a normal speed. "That's what I thought. See you finally admitted the truth and all it took was a little bit of adrenaline. " I turned my face away from hers and rested my head against the seat. My breathing was faster than normal but slowed down with each passing second. "A little?! I swear I could see your life flash before my eyes." She giggled at the fear in my tone. "Just chill okay? My sick driving skills are too much for you, I get it. No more NASCAR reenactments." "Thank you." I whispered. By the time we reached school I no longer had the fear of dying from a heart attack at seventeen, which physically impossible, but with Erica you never know. She was the first to hop out of the car. Grabbing my arm, she pulled me over to Jessica and Andrea who waited by the doors. Admittedly, I never cared for them. Jessica and Andrea were snotty and stuck up. Hell, they even made fun of each other and laughed about it. "Hey guys. Guess whose joining us for our shopping trip tonight?!" Erica cheered in a sing-song voice, whilst pointing to me. "Oh, that's great!" Jess smiled brightly at me. It was hard to tell when her smiles were genuine. I mean, it never made sense for her to like me. As I said, complete opposites. Then again, opposites attract. Right? Maybe? Luckily, my conflicted thoughts were interrupted. "Hey." As soon as I turned around, I regretted it. You know, suddenly my conflicted thoughts didn't seem so bad. Unfortunately, I couldn't show how upset his presence made me. "Hi, Darren." I forced a smile which he luckily bought. Needless to say, Erica didn't"What the hell do you want?!" She yelled. Darren raised his hands in the air. The same way criminals did to prove they weren't armed. He was armed though and he was holding my heart hostage. "Can't a guy just say hello?" My mouth became too dry to speak. Of course I could rely on my best friend to make sure I didn't have to. "Of course! Why don't you bring one over?" Erica smirked and Darren's face turned a light shade of pink. "You're too funny. You should be a comedian." "If I looked like you, I wouldn't have to speak a word to make everyone piss themselves laughing." Again, there were a few 'oohs' coming from random students witnessing the argument. Even I grinned. Unfortunately, Darren didn't take it so lightly. "You will be so sorry you ever messed with me." He growled before walking off. Erica's whole body was shaking in laughter."Yeah, okay. See you then chica!" After he was gone Erica turned to me."You know, I never got what you saw in that guy." She laughed harder and grabbed my arm. "Well, you're free now and pretty soon we all will be. Just eight hours left!" "This summer is so going to be the best one yet!" Erica and I did a quick happy dance then we realized just how idiotic we both looked. "Let's just stick to endless chuckling and maybe a few fist pumps." I cocked an eyebrow and she groaned. "Fine, no fist pumping. Happy?" "Extremely." "Good." Then we both looked around and noticed everyone else was gone. "Something tells me we're late to class." I rolled my eyes. "What was your first guess?" "Well it's a tie between everyone disappearing and the fact that the bell already rang." Suddenly her eyes narrowed. "Wait, that was a rhetorical question wasn't it?" "Wow, nothing gets by you." My voice was thick with sarcasm. "Nope, nothing! Now, let's go to class more

Resolved Question: dying for feedback on my story!?

Ok so I have written this and just revised it and would like to know what you think :) This is just the prologue so please any helpful critique is greatly appreciated :) Prologue: A car rumbled to a stop on the bumpy, gravel road. A petite, young girl stepped out. She was garbed in a thin brown T-shirt and old worn light blue jeans with holes on the knees. The wind blew her hair just enough to cause a slight ripple. Her dad stepped out on the driver’s side of the small, graying car and slammed the door shut. The girl stared over the cliff out towards to the eerie, green ocean. The mist sprayed her face and made her lips salty. The man looked at her with sorrow, he knew what was to come. “Maddi, come on, I have something to show you,” the man walked to the hidden steps and started to descend down the cliff, heading towards their secret little beach. Maddi looked at him and nodded not wanting to disturb the calm silence and repetitive pattern of the waves crashing on the sand. She took a deep breath, the damp air filling her lungs. She walked over to her dad and he wrapped his arm over her shoulders as they walked up and down the deserted beach. They walked along the deserted beach exactly as they have done so many times before. Samuel stopped walking and turned his back to the waves and spoke to Maddi. He sighed, “Something will happen soon that will change your life…I want you to know that I will always love you no matter what. OK?” “Um…sure Dad, of course, but what’s going on?” “You will know, all in good time, just remember that I love you and you mean the world to me, please.” He took something out of his pocket. It was in the shape of a starfish but it glowed green, blue, and purple with a red tint. He raised it above his head and Maddi took a step back. He spoke something in a different language and the trinket began to shake violently. Her let go and it shot at the upcoming wave it smashed into it at lightning speed. The wave stopped, it looked frozen and ever so slowly it got smaller until the water was still and the ocean had stopped churning. A huge Mist erupted from the water and if Maddi had not been holding her father’s hand she would have lost him. Maddi looked into the mist at what looked like a ray of sunlight, but inside the quivering light a man was there. His top half looked human, but his bottom half looked like a seahorse. He had a strong jaw and inhuman violet eyes. He was muscular and had colors on him that were the most magnificent thing Maddi had ever seen. He cleared his throat, and said in a strong raspy voice, “Madelyn Grace, You have been summoned by the great sea goddess herself. You have been chosen to be her successor!” more

Resolved Question: Could you please take a look at my story?

Ok so I have written this and just revised it and would like to know what you think :) This is just the prologue so please any helpful critique is greatly appreciated :) Prologue: A car rumbled to a stop on the bumpy, gravel road. A petite, young girl stepped out. She was garbed in a thin brown T-shirt and old worn light blue jeans with holes on the knees. The wind blew her hair just enough to cause a slight ripple. Her dad stepped out on the driver’s side of the small, graying car and slammed the door shut. The girl stared over the cliff out towards to the eerie, green ocean. The mist sprayed her face and made her lips salty. The man looked at her with sorrow, he knew what was to come. “Maddi, come on, I have something to show you,” the man walked to the hidden steps and started to descend down the cliff, heading towards their secret little beach. Maddi looked at him and nodded not wanting to disturb the calm silence and repetitive pattern of the waves crashing on the sand. She took a deep breath, the damp air filling her lungs. She walked over to her dad and he wrapped his arm over her shoulders as they walked up and down the deserted beach. They walked along the deserted beach exactly as they have done so many times before. Samuel stopped walking and turned his back to the waves and spoke to Maddi. He sighed, “Something will happen soon that will change your life…I want you to know that I will always love you no matter what. OK?” “Um…sure Dad, of course, but what’s going on?” “You will know, all in good time, just remember that I love you and you mean the world to me, please.” He took something out of his pocket. It was in the shape of a starfish but it glowed green, blue, and purple with a red tint. He raised it above his head and Maddi took a step back. He spoke something in a different language and the trinket began to shake violently. Her let go and it shot at the upcoming wave it smashed into it at lightning speed. The wave stopped, it looked frozen and ever so slowly it got smaller until the water was still and the ocean had stopped churning. A huge Mist erupted from the water and if Maddi had not been holding her father’s hand she would have lost him. Maddi looked into the mist at what looked like a ray of sunlight, but inside the quivering light a man was there. His top half looked human, but his bottom half looked like a seahorse. He had a strong jaw and inhuman violet eyes. He was muscular and had colors on him that were the most magnificent thing Maddi had ever seen. He cleared his throat, and said in a strong raspy voice, “Madelyn Grace, You have been summoned by the great sea goddess herself. You have been chosen to be her successor!” more

Resolved Question: I'm dying for feedback on my story?

Ok so I have written this and just revised it and would like to know what you think :) This is just the prologue so please any helpful critique is greatly appreciated :) Prologue: A car rumbled to a stop on the bumpy, gravel road. A petite, young girl stepped out. She was garbed in a thin brown T-shirt and old worn light blue jeans with holes on the knees. The wind blew her hair just enough to cause a slight ripple. Her dad stepped out on the driver’s side of the small, graying car and slammed the door shut. The girl stared over the cliff out towards to the eerie, green ocean. The mist sprayed her face and made her lips salty. The man looked at her with sorrow, he knew what was to come. “Maddi, come on, I have something to show you,” the man walked to the hidden steps and started to descend down the cliff, heading towards their secret little beach. Maddi looked at him and nodded not wanting to disturb the calm silence and repetitive pattern of the waves crashing on the sand. She took a deep breath, the damp air filling her lungs. She walked over to her dad and he wrapped his arm over her shoulders as they walked up and down the deserted beach. They walked along the deserted beach exactly as they have done so many times before. Samuel stopped walking and turned his back to the waves and spoke to Maddi. He sighed, “Something will happen soon that will change your life…I want you to know that I will always love you no matter what. OK?” “Um…sure Dad, of course, but what’s going on?” “You will know, all in good time, just remember that I love you and you mean the world to me, please.” He took something out of his pocket. It was in the shape of a starfish but it glowed green, blue, and purple with a red tint. He raised it above his head and Maddi took a step back. He spoke something in a different language and the trinket began to shake violently. Her let go and it shot at the upcoming wave it smashed into it at lightning speed. The wave stopped, it looked frozen and ever so slowly it got smaller until the water was still and the ocean had stopped churning. A huge Mist erupted from the water and if Maddi had not been holding her father’s hand she would have lost him. Maddi looked into the mist at what looked like a ray of sunlight, but inside the quivering light a man was there. His top half looked human, but his bottom half looked like a seahorse. He had a strong jaw and inhuman violet eyes. He was muscular and had colors on him that were the most magnificent thing Maddi had ever seen. He cleared his throat, and said in a strong raspy voice, “Madelyn Grace, You have been summoned by the great sea goddess herself. You have been chosen to be her successor!” more

Resolved Question: What do you think of my story?

This is just the prologue so please any helpful critique is greatly appreciated :) Prologue: A car rumbled to a stop on the bumpy, gravel road. A petite, young girl stepped out. She was garbed in a thin brown T-shirt and old worn light blue jeans with holes on the knees. The wind blew her hair just enough to cause a slight ripple. Her dad stepped out on the driver’s side of the small, graying car and slammed the door shut. The girl stared over the cliff out towards to the eerie, green ocean. The mist sprayed her face and made her lips salty. The man looked at her with sorrow, he knew what was to come. “Maddi, come on, I have something to show you,” the man walked to the hidden steps and started to descend down the cliff, heading towards their secret little beach. Maddi looked at him and nodded not wanting to disturb the calm silence and repetitive pattern of the waves crashing on the sand. She took a deep breath, the damp air filling her lungs. She walked over to her dad and he wrapped his arm over her shoulders as they walked up and down the deserted beach. They walked along the deserted beach exactly as they have done so many times before. Samuel stopped walking and turned his back to the waves and spoke to Maddi. He sighed, “Something will happen soon that will change your life…I want you to know that I will always love you no matter what. OK?” “Um…sure Dad, of course, but what’s going on?” “You will know, all in good time, just remember that I love you and you mean the world to me, please.” He took something out of his pocket. It was in the shape of a starfish but it glowed green, blue, and purple with a red tint. He raised it above his head and Maddi took a step back. He spoke something in a different language and the trinket began to shake violently. Her let go and it shot at the upcoming wave it smashed into it at lightning speed. The wave stopped, it looked frozen and ever so slowly it got smaller until the water was still and the ocean had stopped churning. A huge Mist erupted from the water and if Maddi had not been holding her father’s hand she would have lost him. Maddi looked into the mist at what looked like a ray of sunlight, but inside the quivering light a man was there. His top half looked human, but his bottom half looked like a seahorse. He had a strong jaw and inhuman violet eyes. He was muscular and had colors on him that were the most magnificent thing Maddi had ever seen. He cleared his throat, and said in a strong raspy voice, “Madelyn Grace, You have been summoned by the great sea goddess herself. You have been chosen to be her successor!” more

Voting Question: I can't find the title or artist of this song...?

The lyrics are: Love, what metal are you made of? You must be from some scheming star Love, you're wicked and heavenly You set me free and you locked the door I can't go back and I can't go forward You've got me wrapped around your finger You set the sights, Ready, aim, and pull the trigger Love, you push me and say I've fallen It's your fault really if I'm a fool This train don't stop and it don't go no where. It's a slow, jazzy song that I found on a random mix CD in my car, and I love it. But for the life of me, I can't figure out who sang it. more

Resolved Question: What other language but English could one say, "Hurry up down"?

Think about it. Read until the end.....you'll laugh.... This two-letter word in English has more meanings than any other two-letter word, and that word is 'UP.' It is listed in the dictionary as an [adv], [prep], [adj], [n] or [v]. It's easy to understand UP, meaning toward the sky or at the top of the list, but when we awaken in the morning, why do we wake UP? At a meeting, why does a topic come UP? Why do we speak UP, and why are the officers UP for election and why is it UP to the secretary to write UP a report? We call UP our friends, brighten UP a room, polishUP the silver, warm UP the leftovers and clean UP the kitchen. We lock UP the house and fix UP the old car. At other times this little word has real special meaning. People stir UP trouble, line UP for tickets, work UP an appetite, and think UP excuses. To be dressed is one thing but to be dressed UP is special. And this UP is confusing: A drain must be opened UP because it is stopped UP. We open UP a store in the morning but we close it UP at night. We seem to be pretty mixed UP aboutUP ! To be knowledgeable about the proper uses of UP, look UP the word UP in the dictionary.. In a desk-sized dictionary, it takes UP almost 1/4 of the page and can add UP to about thirty definitions If you are UP to it, you might try building UP a list of the many ways UP is used. It will take UP a lot of your time, but if you don't give UP, you may wind UP with a hundred or more. When it threatens to rain, we say it is clouding UP . When the sun comes out we say it is clearing UP. When it rains, it soaks UP the earth. When it does not rain for awhile, things dry UP. One could go on & on, but I'll wrap it UP, for now ........my time is UP ! Oh....one more thing: What is the first thing you do in the morning & the last thing you do at night? U P ! Did that one crack you UP? more

Resolved Question: How do the beginning of my book sound?

My eyes aimlessly wandered my surroundings; from the deep woods on both sides of the car or the never ending road ahead, to Elliot who was sitting beside me in the car. We exchanged awkward glances every now and again, usually when Anya and Mason would kiss violently in the back seat. I wondered how Paul slept through all this madness, then again he slept all the time. It was so loud; 3Oh!3's sweet voice and Anya's hideous laugh made for quite the sleeping environment. We'd been trying to find this "perfect" beach house for four hours now, which was making us two hours behind schedule. I hated being behind schedule more than anything. "Soph, can you hand me that soda?" I turned my head to the left to see Anya's shining face. We'd been best friend's since 4th grade; Mason was starting to mess things up. All of a sudden Anya fell head over heels for this boy and there I was put on the back burner...again. This happened every time Anya got a new boyfriend; they'd date for two weeks and I'd be forgotten, but then they'd break up and I was back in her life again. Mason and Anya were going on 3 months now. "Uh, sure," I grabbed the Coca-Cola that was sweating furiously; Elliot forgot to tell us his air conditioning went out a week prior to this trip. I handed the soda back to her and waited for her to return it to me. Elliot looked at me, once again, but smiled this time. What was his deal? She passed it up to me and I obediently put it back in the cup holder. We pulled into a driveway; the house residing on top of it looked absolutely beautiful. Elliot looked at me once more, the grin growing. I smiled back this time. He stopped the truck at the designated stop for us and he pulled the key for the house from the dashboard. We leaped out of the car almost at once. Anya and Mason immediately locked hands and started walking up the stairs; it was a huge house so I figured they wanted dibs on the room. "It's nice, isn't it?" Elliot said without looking at me. I admired his smile and his pale blue eyes; they just spoke to me and it was so hard to resist. "Yeah," I sized up the house and spoke a silent prayer that I wouldn't get lost. "Um, what was with the lo-" Elliot looked at me suddenly so I got silent. It was a nervous habit; I don't like talking to guys when they look at me. "I like your hair like that. You don't wear it that way a lot." He touched my golden hair that was half up, half down and moved his hand to my face. His hands- so soft. "Thanks," I choked out. He leaned in for a kiss. I turned my head, of course. Damn it, Sophie! I thought to myself. "Elliot, I'm sorry. You're her brother..." I looked at him, my eyes staring into his. "It's fine. I understand, Soph." His other hand wrapped around me for a hug, in which I obeyed. I stepped back to the car and opened the trunk. Anya packed like she was moving to Italy and Mason barely brought enough for a day. They were so different, yet so in love. Paul finally rose from the backseat of the car, his hair a mess. I looked at him through the window as he stuck his tongue out at me. I had to giggle. Elliot grabbed his suitcases and walked off to the house; I couldn't read his emotions any more. Was he mad? Didn't think so before but I wasn't too sure anymore. "Paul, grab this!" I screamed. One of Anya's suitcases was about to fall over and was potentially going to fall on my foot. He rushed over to help me, kindly. Paul lifted the suitcase up above my head and down onto the gravel. It wasn't hard to hold anything above my head; I'm 5'2. I mouthed "thank you," as I grabbed Anya's other suitcase out of the truck. After getting all the suitcases into the living-room of the lively beach house, we headed out to the water. Well, all of us besides Paul; he crashed early, as usual. The water looked perfect; so still and enlighted by the setting sun. The water was no longer a blue-ish clear as it was when we arrived, but more of a pink and purple. Anya and Mason jumped in right away; his brown shaggy, curly hair became plastered to his face. I despised him more than I despised any of Anya's previous boyfriends. I couldn't help but to watch them dive into the water time after time again and wonder how deep it was, but that was for me NOT to find out. “Elliot,” I watched him patiently, as he gathered dry wood for our bonfire we planned on having later that night. He looked over his shoulder at me, waiting for me to finish my sentence. “Uh- do you need any help?” I stuttered over a few words but eventually gained my confidence back to finish the sentence. “Yeah, come here,” he put the stick down in a neat pile and watched me get up. I dropped my flip flops where I was sitting and calmly walked over to wear hwear he was standing. “Look, Sophie, I really do like you. Why don't you like me?” I looked at him surprised. “I do like you-” I stopped to look around. “Then why didn't you kiss me?” His voice redirected my attention towards him again. “You're Anya's brother. She's my best friend, Elliot.” I looked at my feet; the light sand slightly covering my toes and the tops of my feet made my feet feel dirty. “You let her push you around too much, Soph. She holds you back!” “I can't believe you said that,” My eyes met his once more before he leaned in for another kiss. This one I just couldn't escape. His soft lips met mine gently as I blushed furiously. “See, it wasn't that bad. Was it, Soph?” he said once we disconnected our lips.BY THE WAY ***** This is NOT a love story. It's just the first chapter introducing the characters. It's actually about a group of five colleged ages kids, who go to a beach house that's not theirs but their friends who isn't there, to party it up. But instead the find a dead body. Cops points ALL fingers at them so they try to prove their innocence. more

Resolved Question: How to remove glue from a cd?

Hi, my GF, recently found out that the car must of gotten to hot, and the glue on her cd case (the type that wraps around your sun visor) the glue on it melted onto the cd's. well now they will not play properly due to the glue being on them. how do i remove this so she does not have to go and purchase new cd's? ps. one site i looked at said to go to wal-mart, and purchase some adhesive remover. would this work has anyone tried it to say for sure with this problem it will work? thanks and if any other ways please let me know. more

Voting Question: Can you explain my scary dream?

The day began like any other, I was at school on the last official day of school. Tomorrow I would pick up my report card and it would be summer vacation. I ended up deciding to hang out with a teacher for my afternoon instead of go to class. Which is weird because the teacher is not only a grumpy old hag but hates me. But in my dream she loves me, she chatting with me like I was her best friend. The day goes by some and Nathan shows up, he used to have a crush on me. (Also he is the popular guy in the school and is sorta cute) So we sat there all chatting like it happened every day. It was nearing the end of the day and the classroom we were sitting in turns into a school bus which the teacher is now driving, but the teacher is gone, its the bus driver with an attitude is here. So what ever, I keep talking with Nathan. The bus starts and stops by my school and picks up the regular group of kids, but this time Cass gets on. Again, strange, she doesn't take the bus, she walks. So I'm talking with her a bit. But then she stops and looks away. I look out the window into the distance. Its beautiful. Its rocky and sunny, fog is brushing past the mountain faces. Its so nice. A girl next to me starts complaining about her head being dry and I make a comment like, use Mayo, it'll moisturize your hair and make it feel better. She looks at me weird and then turns away to talk to her friend who also gave me a weird look. So we finally dropped off Nathan and a bunch of people, he smiled at me and said bye, see you soon. And the bus started going again once they we're out. But instead of heading to my stop, the bus got swung around and was back at the school. Apparently something was wrong with the bus or something in general. So I said fine, whatever, I'll walk. I told Cass I'd see her later and started walking to my house. I texted my mom to let her know what happened, and got no reply. I glanced up and smiled at some teens passing me bye who were talking so loud you could hear them anywhere. There was a couple yelling at each other over sex and other things. And as I move along, the people count drops and a group of cars pass by on the road off to the side of the normally busy highway, but now is dead. The cars keep passing each other off and some went on the side walk to pass one another. Soon the road was dead. I was walking more and more when a cart clatters behind me. I look around and see no one, but the cart. I look inside the cart and there are two babies. Poorly dressed and barely moving. I touched the cheek of the little girl, but she was gone. Her cheek was like ice. So I checked the little boy, he was okay, but again he was cold. So I picked him up, and held him to my chest for warmth while I searched through the things in the cart for some clothing to keep him warm. I knew I couldn't leave them there, it would eat at me if I did. So I dressed him, even though he fussed, and I wrapped the dead little girl in a blanket. I was giggling with the baby when I got the idea to take a picture with my phone. I checked to see if my mom replied, nothing. And then took a picture, the first one was blur, but the next was perfect. Then I noticed I had my thumb on the screen, I moved it and BAM. Man standing behind me. I swung around and saw him, standing there smiling. He said,"You looked like you were enjoying yourself with the children that I thought I'd wait." I asked him what he wanted, he ignored me. Then I felt deep in my gut to run. I told him to leave me alone repeatedly, and grabbed the cart and started fast walking away, but he followed me. I screamed, "F off, leave me alone!" and started to run, pushing the cart now a stroller. I was waving at cars, screaming at the top of my lungs, but no one stopped. I ran faster and faster, him right behind me. Then BAM, from Human, to a dog! He gained speed. But not enough to catch me. The again BAM, dog into a raven! He speed up drastically, he started dive bombing me, but I kept smacking him away still screaming. Then from raven he became and eagle, from and eagle he became a sparrow. All in this poof changing from this to this time, I had been swerving past houses, trailers and cars trying to get away. I was reaching a bridge when he dive bombed me again, but instead I caught him in my hand. He changed into a human right there and grabbed my arm, throwing me to the ground. A white convertible pulled up beside him with an fat, balding western kinda guy in the drivers seat laughing. I screamed what do you want! He said, I want to find my little girl. And then it went black.If your not going to answer me with what you think it means, then please just don't answer at all.Even though these aren't answers, thanks for the comments. I am actually trying to write a novel. =D more

Voting Question: Harmless cute pranks to do to a car for your boyfriend?

so me & my friends are gonna prank our boyfriends cars but we don't know what to do. All we can think of was whip cream, rubber band, seram wrap, post it note it, silly string it & marker the windows. are their any other fun cute harmless ideas to do? more

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