Are Consumers Driving Us into Recession?
by Llewellyn H. Rockwell, Jr.
by Llewellyn H. Rockwell, Jr.
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With recession looming or already here, the time has arrived for finding scapegoats. Expect a long list of these. Here is the target of the day: tightfisted consumers. A decline in personal consumption, writes the New York Times, "would be the first since 1991, and it would almost certainly push the entire economy into a recession in the middle of an election year."
This recalls Bush's advice after 9-11, when he assumed the mantle of the nation's personal financial planner. He told everyone to go out and spend money so the economy could avoid recession. Even then, there was confusion about whether he was right or wrong. Some sensible voices pointed out that economic expansion is based not on spending but on capital expansion rooted in savings. That is to say, the only path to future prosperity is delaying current consumption in favor of future investment.
One only needs to think of the household budget here to see the point. If you are planning for the future for your family, what is the wisest course? Does one go into debt as much as possible, buy the largest house and the biggest car, throw lavish parties, hand out all existing liquid funds to friends and strangers? Based on the view that consumption is the way to avoid economic problems, this would indeed be the right course.
But this also defies everything we know about family finance. The path to a secure prosperity is delaying consumption. One should spend as little as possible and save as much as possible for the future, and let that money be used in the service of investments that yield a solid rate of return. Those who have chosen a different path now see the folly: they are being burned in the soft housing market, for example.
The lesson is also true for the nation at large, because the logic doesn't magically change when moving from the family budget to the national stage. Just because something involves "macroeconomics" doesn't mean that we should throw out all good sense. But that is precisely what people have done with regard to the economy, since J.M. Keynes somehow convinced the world that up is down and left is right.
In a recession or a crisis, the right approach for individuals is to save. So too for the national economy. A looming recession will prompt a pullback in consumer spending as a rational response to the perception of economic troubles. This action does not cause the economy to fall into recession any more than more spending can save it from recession. The downturn is a fact that cannot be avoided. We don't blame umbrellas for floods, and, in the same way, we shouldn't blame tightfisted consumers for recessions.
There is no question that this is what is happening. American Express reports that the rate of spending by its cardholders fell 4% in December. Surveys of consumer satisfaction with the economy report a 15-year low. Retailers report that December was a "bloodbath" (NYT's words) for them, with sales growing at the slowest rate in seven years. Market watchers are mostly concerned that high-income buyers are bailing out.
Again, it is critical to keep cause and effect in mind. The pullback on spending is not going to cause a recession. If we think about the long term, this is not a dangerous trend but a hopeful one. The more people pull back and save, the more the foundation is laid for a recovery after the current correction takes its course.
To see that requires that we take a long view. Government, however, seems constitutionally incapable of seeing the long term, much less doing the right thing to prepare for it. Making matters worse, this is that dreaded event called an election year. Prettying things up to make the economy palatable to voters is priority number one.
What does this mean? More monetary expansion. More government spending. We can fully expect that the Bush administration could resort to its old program of sending checks out to every American family with the proviso that the money has to be spent, not saved.
No doubt that many people would be thrilled by this. But look beneath the surface. Government has no money to spend on anything that it doesn't extract from the pockets of you and me and the whole American public. This is easy enough to see concerning taxes. It is not so easy to see when the government runs up debt that is guaranteed by the printing presses.
The monetary issue can be understood by analogy to orange juice. The more water you add, the less substance it has. If you keep adding, eventually you come to the point when you can no longer tell that it was ever orange. This is the same with money. If you print enough – literally or electronically through the credit markets – it will continue to lose value. If money grew on trees, it would be about as valuable as autumn leaves.
So long as we have a central bank, government will be tempted to take the easy path of easy money. There do not need to be any secret phone calls from the White House to the Fed. The culture of policymaking itself is capable of broadcasting the right signals to all important players.
In any case, it is a myth that the Fed makes policy independent of political pressure. It is subject to the screams and hollers for looser credit in the same way that bureaucracies are responsive to demands for more regulation. It is what it is most suited to do in any case.
Yes, government can increase consumption, but by doing so it does nothing to care for the long term. The long-term health of a nation is not different from that of a household budget. Tough times require cutbacks and a beefing up of savings.
So let's not demonize the consuming public for doing what it should be doing. It's a good rule of thumb that when the government tells you to spend money, close your wallet.
Dont Spend : Are consumers driving us into Recession?
Yes. Ironically, since the beginning of the Federal Reserve, the insane economics of these days is that debt creates money. The more debt created, the more money issued and in circulation. So, not only would politicians who want their administration to look good want us to spend more, they would want us to go into debt, borrow, to do it.
Here's Paul Grignon's informative and easy to understand cartoon video on the process.
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=...
http://www.moneyasdebt.net/
The pathetic, gross and unbridled materialism that this policy encourages is sick and sickens everyone and the society. And, now it is sickening the world economy.
Reply:No. The Politicians who keep telling us to "Spend..."- are. Thanks to the Current President's insistance that we "spend our way out of Economic Difficulty", -we're up to our eye-balls in Credit Card Debt, have no Savings to speak of, and are running out of hours in the day- to Work long enough to pay for all our bad spending habits! It's Time we elected people who know what they are DOING with the Money we pay in Taxes- so WE don't have to go Bankrupt trying to keep THEM in Office!!! :0
Reply:ummm,
is this your homework or research paper?
if so
thumbs up!
Reply:You got some of the more interesting questions on this site.And some good answers,
Two of the best sites that re-enforce what you are saying are.
http://mwhodges.home.att.net/state_local...
http://www.georgereisman.com/blog/
You sound like you care about what is going on and if you read George Reisman He gives long answers but I have not been able to find any flaws in them, and they go along with all your questions.
Reply:Well said...and how many millions per day is this stupid-none-of-our-business war costing us...??? So much for spending our way out of this mess.
Monday, November 16, 2009
Is there a terrorist under your bed and behind the trees?
Because it seems to me people are living in fear, and even cling to some sort of invasion. What don't they know about our war-machine, and power? Some will say that Binladdin hit us without a 460 billion dollar war machine, but in reality he caught us sleeping and gave us a black-eye. Not to make light of 9/11 but Binladdin is dead and the Middle East has paid a heavy toll for being Muslim like him. Who says he's dead I DO, with an ego like his don't you think he would have starred on Allah-jazira with TODAYS paper a drink w/ umbrella, a couple of american porn stars and a cool smile. Oh you say he could be hiding real well, well then lets let him poke his head back up and sick our 460 billion $ war-machine back on him, maybe will get some ball-park coordinance. Or do you sheeple think were closing in on his GHOST.
Is there a terrorist under your bed and behind the trees?
Get a copy of this book: "Milestones" by Seyyid Qutb. Read it. It's only 160 pages long. It is to the "hirabah" (terrorists) of Al Queda and other like organizations, what "Mein Kampf" was to the Nazis. Then think of a number. That is the number of western-educated sons of well-off couples from the Islamic Crescent and South Asia who are the "educated unemployed" because there is no career path in their native countries to match their university training. They are the prime recruit base for Al Queda and the others.
The hirabah are serious. They are fixated. They are dedicated to their task of attacking any and all in the Jahili world who stand against them. They even adhere to the doctrine of "Takfir" which says it is O.K., in the conducting of this Jihad, for Muslim to kill Muslim.
When you have done this, try and find a pen pal in Israel who has had to live with the daily reality of hirabah attacks.
Reply:Nope but there are many all around the world and ignoring them won't make the situation any better- in fact it was the lack of response to their many attacks that showed Bin LAden that he could attack and defeat the US- he said this in a 1999 interview with ABC
Reply:whats your question?
Is there a terrorist under your bed and behind the trees?
Get a copy of this book: "Milestones" by Seyyid Qutb. Read it. It's only 160 pages long. It is to the "hirabah" (terrorists) of Al Queda and other like organizations, what "Mein Kampf" was to the Nazis. Then think of a number. That is the number of western-educated sons of well-off couples from the Islamic Crescent and South Asia who are the "educated unemployed" because there is no career path in their native countries to match their university training. They are the prime recruit base for Al Queda and the others.
The hirabah are serious. They are fixated. They are dedicated to their task of attacking any and all in the Jahili world who stand against them. They even adhere to the doctrine of "Takfir" which says it is O.K., in the conducting of this Jihad, for Muslim to kill Muslim.
When you have done this, try and find a pen pal in Israel who has had to live with the daily reality of hirabah attacks.
Reply:Nope but there are many all around the world and ignoring them won't make the situation any better- in fact it was the lack of response to their many attacks that showed Bin LAden that he could attack and defeat the US- he said this in a 1999 interview with ABC
Reply:whats your question?
Is there a terrorist under your bed and behind the trees?
Because it seems to me people are living in fear, and even cling to some sort of invasion. What don't they know about our war-machine, and power? Some will say that Binladdin hit us without a 460 billion dollar war machine, but in reality he caught us sleeping and gave us a black-eye. Not to make light of 9/11 but Binladdin is dead and the Middle East has paid a heavy toll for being Muslim like him. Who says he's dead I DO, with an ego like his don't you think he would have starred on Allah-jazira with TODAYS paper a drink w/ umbrella, a couple of american porn stars and a cool smile. Oh you say he could be hiding real well, well then lets let him poke his head back up and sick our 460 billion $ war-machine back on him, maybe will get some ball-park coordinance. Or do you sheeple think were closing in on his GHOST.
Is there a terrorist under your bed and behind the trees?
I would certainly hope NOT !!!!! And by the way, Osama bin Laden is NOT DEAD- if that were true, then WHY DOES he keep appearing in videos, where he obviously is ALIVE and well??
I don't understand the rest of this question, or should I say rant.
Reply:Hmmm tell that to the victims of 9/11.
You seem to forget we were attacked on our soil, unprovoked. If we left it to Gore or Kerry, we would be under radical islamic control by now.
Reply:This is what Republicans want you believe.
Reply:Yes; fortunately I have a nuclear arsenal in my closet, courtesy of Iran.
Reply:Reality Check: You failed!
Reply:Looks like a huge incoherent rant by a 12 year old on meth.
Reply:YES.....His name is Obama.
Reply:I don't understand who you are talking to that acts this way. You, not terrorists, are scaring me.
Reply:there's a terrorist in my pants
Reply:Obama doesn't sleep under my bed.
Reply:No there is not but maybe you should check Al Jazeera
today. there is an announcement
Reply:Actually, there are what many would call terror like folks around and about.
Consider the millions of illegals who steal into our land and take our jobs, ravage our system in any number of ways, including degrading our education system by mandating they be taught to speak English. In the meantime we dial ONE to get English so they can dial THEIR number.
Sounds and feels to ME like the USA HAS BEEN invaded and IS being terrorized.
Add to that, that on the MEXICAN side of the border, there is rampant killing and horrific tortuous ways of that killing in some cases. Wonder upon wonder ...they cut off their victims heads! Kinda like the Mid. East guys, yes?
They are killing Mexican government officials, closing down police departments and RUNNING DRUGS and PEOPLE into the USA!
Perhaps I'm just paranoid as you suggest ...but it looks, feels and quacks ...LIKE TERRORISM to me.
BinBADman is not our biggest problem, dead or alive.
Reply:No the terrorists are living right next door. They have been there for years, they just haven't acted yet. All those years of naivety, believing that bad people don't exist are going to finally catch up to us. Much like they did on 9-11.
Bin Laden is not a terrorist. He is a figure head, a spokes person, a leader. He would never go out a fight himself.
And if Obama gets elected there will be more moving in next door. After all he wants to sit down and talk with them without any conditions applied.
One question, if Police Chiefs sat down with known rapists, murderers, and drug dealers and had coffee and tea, and did not arrest these known criminals, would they be incompetent or more important ineffective at enforcing the Law. On the same note, we lose police officers everyday in the line of duty. Should we just stop enforcing the laws because we have lost too many cops. After all that is what people want to happen in Iraq/Afghanistan. Liberals scream about the deaths of men and women that chose to serve and get paid to place their lives on the line when asked too.
Reply:Believe he is long dead and got killed in Tora Bora
Those tapes that show up once in awhile are put out at the strangest times....ie; when Bush visits Israel recently then nothing
With Scott the Bad news bear book was reported yesterday to come out on Monday....see how bad Bush screwed up and all the lies come out because of it.....
Suddenly there is new Al-queda tapes SOON to be out and in them suppose to threaten with weapons of mass D
Yeah they are real and hiding among the masses...in little groups and why it will be never-ending and fact of life in this century
Taxes
Is there a terrorist under your bed and behind the trees?
I would certainly hope NOT !!!!! And by the way, Osama bin Laden is NOT DEAD- if that were true, then WHY DOES he keep appearing in videos, where he obviously is ALIVE and well??
I don't understand the rest of this question, or should I say rant.
Reply:Hmmm tell that to the victims of 9/11.
You seem to forget we were attacked on our soil, unprovoked. If we left it to Gore or Kerry, we would be under radical islamic control by now.
Reply:This is what Republicans want you believe.
Reply:Yes; fortunately I have a nuclear arsenal in my closet, courtesy of Iran.
Reply:Reality Check: You failed!
Reply:Looks like a huge incoherent rant by a 12 year old on meth.
Reply:YES.....His name is Obama.
Reply:I don't understand who you are talking to that acts this way. You, not terrorists, are scaring me.
Reply:there's a terrorist in my pants
Reply:Obama doesn't sleep under my bed.
Reply:No there is not but maybe you should check Al Jazeera
today. there is an announcement
Reply:Actually, there are what many would call terror like folks around and about.
Consider the millions of illegals who steal into our land and take our jobs, ravage our system in any number of ways, including degrading our education system by mandating they be taught to speak English. In the meantime we dial ONE to get English so they can dial THEIR number.
Sounds and feels to ME like the USA HAS BEEN invaded and IS being terrorized.
Add to that, that on the MEXICAN side of the border, there is rampant killing and horrific tortuous ways of that killing in some cases. Wonder upon wonder ...they cut off their victims heads! Kinda like the Mid. East guys, yes?
They are killing Mexican government officials, closing down police departments and RUNNING DRUGS and PEOPLE into the USA!
Perhaps I'm just paranoid as you suggest ...but it looks, feels and quacks ...LIKE TERRORISM to me.
BinBADman is not our biggest problem, dead or alive.
Reply:No the terrorists are living right next door. They have been there for years, they just haven't acted yet. All those years of naivety, believing that bad people don't exist are going to finally catch up to us. Much like they did on 9-11.
Bin Laden is not a terrorist. He is a figure head, a spokes person, a leader. He would never go out a fight himself.
And if Obama gets elected there will be more moving in next door. After all he wants to sit down and talk with them without any conditions applied.
One question, if Police Chiefs sat down with known rapists, murderers, and drug dealers and had coffee and tea, and did not arrest these known criminals, would they be incompetent or more important ineffective at enforcing the Law. On the same note, we lose police officers everyday in the line of duty. Should we just stop enforcing the laws because we have lost too many cops. After all that is what people want to happen in Iraq/Afghanistan. Liberals scream about the deaths of men and women that chose to serve and get paid to place their lives on the line when asked too.
Reply:Believe he is long dead and got killed in Tora Bora
Those tapes that show up once in awhile are put out at the strangest times....ie; when Bush visits Israel recently then nothing
With Scott the Bad news bear book was reported yesterday to come out on Monday....see how bad Bush screwed up and all the lies come out because of it.....
Suddenly there is new Al-queda tapes SOON to be out and in them suppose to threaten with weapons of mass D
Yeah they are real and hiding among the masses...in little groups and why it will be never-ending and fact of life in this century
Taxes
Is there a terrorist under your bed and behind the trees?
Because it seems to me people are living in fear, and even cling to some sort of invasion. What don't they know about our war-machine, and power? Some will say that Binladdin hit us without a 460 billion dollar war machine, but in reality he caught us sleeping and gave us a black-eye. Not to make light of 9/11 but Binladdin is dead and the Middle East has paid a heavy toll for being Muslim like him. Who says he's dead I DO, with an ego like his don't you think he would have starred on Allah-jazira with TODAYS paper a drink w/ umbrella, a couple of american porn stars and a cool smile. Oh you say he could be hiding real well, well then lets let him poke his head back up and sick our 460 billion $ war-machine back on him, maybe will get some ball-park coordinance. Or do you sheeple think were closing in on his GHOST.
Is there a terrorist under your bed and behind the trees?
Not afraid of terrorism.
Our 460 billion dollar war machine is making us broke. Now that scares me. We don't tax for it, we just print more money which devalues our dollar.
Reply:Doubtful-
Reply:No. I just checked.
Is there a terrorist under your bed and behind the trees?
Not afraid of terrorism.
Our 460 billion dollar war machine is making us broke. Now that scares me. We don't tax for it, we just print more money which devalues our dollar.
Reply:Doubtful-
Reply:No. I just checked.
So Cool or No Cool?
Tom Cruise- So Cool or No Cool?
Crocs- So Cool or No Cool?
Krumping- So Cool or No Cool?
Cooking Shows- So Cool or No Cool?
Kittens- So Cool or No Cool?
Trees- So Cool or No Cool?
Hannah Montana- So Cool or No Cool?
Horses- So Cool or No Cool?
Umbrella (by Rihanna)- So Cool or No Cool?
Titanic (movie)- So Cool or No Cool?
ME- So Cool or No Cool?
So Cool or No Cool?
Tom Cruise- So Cool
Crocs- No Cool
Krumping- No Cool
Cooking Shows- So Cool
Kittens- No Cool
Trees- So Cool
Hannah Montana- No Cool?
Horses- No Cool?
Umbrella (by Rihanna)- So Cool
Titanic (movie)- So Cool
ME- So Cool
Reply:No cool
No cool
No cool
No cool
hmmmm... cool.
So cool
so NOT cool
they hate me
Not Cool
Not COOL
depends what you would have voted for these....
Reply:Tom Cruise-No Cool
Crocs-So Cool
Krumping-What is that?
Cooking Shows-No cool (there is just to many!)
Kittens-So cool
Trees-SO COOL!!!!!!
Hannah Montana-No Cool (never ever!)
Horses-So cool
Umbrella (by Rihanna)-No cool
Titanic (movie)-So cool
ME (me or you)-We're both so cool
Reply:Tom Cruise- No Cool
Crocs- No Cool
Krumping- So Cool
Cooking Shows- No Cool
Kittens- So Cool
Trees- No Cool
Hannah Montana- No Cool
Horses- So Cool
Umbrella (by Rihanna)- So Cool
Titanic (movie)- So Cool
U- So Cool
Reply:Tom Cruise- No Cool
Crocs- So Cool
Krumping- So Cool (dont really know whta it is)
Cooking Shows- So Cool
Kittens- No Cool
Trees- So Cool
Hannah Montana- No Cool
Horses- So Cool
Umbrella (by Rihanna)- So Cool
Titanic (movie)- No Cool?
ME- So Cool (super cool)
Reply:Tom Cruise- not cool
Crocs- not cool
Krumping- so cool
Cooking Shows- not cool
Kittens- soo cool
Trees- soo cool
Hannah Montana- not cool
Horses- soo cool
Umbrella (by Rihanna)- soo cool
Titanic (movie)- soo cool
ME- idk ill say soo cool
Crocs- So Cool or No Cool?
Krumping- So Cool or No Cool?
Cooking Shows- So Cool or No Cool?
Kittens- So Cool or No Cool?
Trees- So Cool or No Cool?
Hannah Montana- So Cool or No Cool?
Horses- So Cool or No Cool?
Umbrella (by Rihanna)- So Cool or No Cool?
Titanic (movie)- So Cool or No Cool?
ME- So Cool or No Cool?
So Cool or No Cool?
Tom Cruise- So Cool
Crocs- No Cool
Krumping- No Cool
Cooking Shows- So Cool
Kittens- No Cool
Trees- So Cool
Hannah Montana- No Cool?
Horses- No Cool?
Umbrella (by Rihanna)- So Cool
Titanic (movie)- So Cool
ME- So Cool
Reply:No cool
No cool
No cool
No cool
hmmmm... cool.
So cool
so NOT cool
they hate me
Not Cool
Not COOL
depends what you would have voted for these....
Reply:Tom Cruise-No Cool
Crocs-So Cool
Krumping-What is that?
Cooking Shows-No cool (there is just to many!)
Kittens-So cool
Trees-SO COOL!!!!!!
Hannah Montana-No Cool (never ever!)
Horses-So cool
Umbrella (by Rihanna)-No cool
Titanic (movie)-So cool
ME (me or you)-We're both so cool
Reply:Tom Cruise- No Cool
Crocs- No Cool
Krumping- So Cool
Cooking Shows- No Cool
Kittens- So Cool
Trees- No Cool
Hannah Montana- No Cool
Horses- So Cool
Umbrella (by Rihanna)- So Cool
Titanic (movie)- So Cool
U- So Cool
Reply:Tom Cruise- No Cool
Crocs- So Cool
Krumping- So Cool (dont really know whta it is)
Cooking Shows- So Cool
Kittens- No Cool
Trees- So Cool
Hannah Montana- No Cool
Horses- So Cool
Umbrella (by Rihanna)- So Cool
Titanic (movie)- No Cool?
ME- So Cool (super cool)
Reply:Tom Cruise- not cool
Crocs- not cool
Krumping- so cool
Cooking Shows- not cool
Kittens- soo cool
Trees- soo cool
Hannah Montana- not cool
Horses- soo cool
Umbrella (by Rihanna)- soo cool
Titanic (movie)- soo cool
ME- idk ill say soo cool
Wild ideas to combat global warming being seriously entertained , come see what they are .?
Crazy-sounding ideas for saving the planet are getting a serious look from top scientists, a sign of their fears about global warming.
How crazy?
There's the man-made volcano that shoots gigatons of sulfur high into the air. The space "sun shade" made of trillions of little reflectors between Earth and sun, slightly lowering the planet's temperature. The forest of ugly artificial "trees" that suck carbon dioxide out of the air. And the "Geritol solution" in which iron dust is dumped into the ocean.
NASA is putting the finishing touches on a report summing up some of these ideas and has spent $75,000 to map out rough details of the sun-shade concept. One of the premier climate modeling centers in the United States, the National Center for Atmospheric Research, has spent the past six weeks running computer simulations of the man-made volcano scenario and will soon turn its attention to the space umbrella idea.
See link -http://www.chemtrails911.com/docs/-%2020...
Wild ideas to combat global warming being seriously entertained , come see what they are .?
well i think that we shouldn't deal with gobal warning after we cause it.. we should deal with it before.. instead of spending a lot of money on how to work with global warning we should work on how each person can help prevent it.. im not sure if that makes sense but yeah thats what i think... also there is such think as going to far.. would those things really work or are we wasting money? and can someone tell me why we spend so much money on getting aircrafts to space and far away planets and not focusing on whats happening on earth? well yeah iono..
Reply:Cheryl Crow called for limits on how many pieces of paper you can use to whipe.
Reply:should we really stop global warming? it is a natural cycle, not influenced by man. i hate to think what would happen if we stop the earth's natural cycles!! if we stop global warming on earth will we then stop it on Mars? Yes, Mars is having global warming, too. I suppose Miss Crow would assume someone there is using too much toilet paper.
Reply:man what a bargain only 75,000 thats 500,000 less than a single tomahawk missile. All the smart people are on Y answers too consumed with 15 second solutions to work on this.
Reply:I am working on a way to shoot all nuclear waste to the sun, so we can all enjoy nice clean nuclear energy.
Reply:lmao
Reply:My PC would not show the images and that's good enough for me. Duh!!
Reply:Humans are so fake.
How crazy?
There's the man-made volcano that shoots gigatons of sulfur high into the air. The space "sun shade" made of trillions of little reflectors between Earth and sun, slightly lowering the planet's temperature. The forest of ugly artificial "trees" that suck carbon dioxide out of the air. And the "Geritol solution" in which iron dust is dumped into the ocean.
NASA is putting the finishing touches on a report summing up some of these ideas and has spent $75,000 to map out rough details of the sun-shade concept. One of the premier climate modeling centers in the United States, the National Center for Atmospheric Research, has spent the past six weeks running computer simulations of the man-made volcano scenario and will soon turn its attention to the space umbrella idea.
See link -http://www.chemtrails911.com/docs/-%2020...
Wild ideas to combat global warming being seriously entertained , come see what they are .?
well i think that we shouldn't deal with gobal warning after we cause it.. we should deal with it before.. instead of spending a lot of money on how to work with global warning we should work on how each person can help prevent it.. im not sure if that makes sense but yeah thats what i think... also there is such think as going to far.. would those things really work or are we wasting money? and can someone tell me why we spend so much money on getting aircrafts to space and far away planets and not focusing on whats happening on earth? well yeah iono..
Reply:Cheryl Crow called for limits on how many pieces of paper you can use to whipe.
Reply:should we really stop global warming? it is a natural cycle, not influenced by man. i hate to think what would happen if we stop the earth's natural cycles!! if we stop global warming on earth will we then stop it on Mars? Yes, Mars is having global warming, too. I suppose Miss Crow would assume someone there is using too much toilet paper.
Reply:man what a bargain only 75,000 thats 500,000 less than a single tomahawk missile. All the smart people are on Y answers too consumed with 15 second solutions to work on this.
Reply:I am working on a way to shoot all nuclear waste to the sun, so we can all enjoy nice clean nuclear energy.
Reply:lmao
Reply:My PC would not show the images and that's good enough for me. Duh!!
Reply:Humans are so fake.
How could we prevent being hit by lightning when it is raining and we are not inside a building?
E.g. Is it safe to stay under trees, or get in a car, or running, or just staying in the same place? Is it safe to speak on the mobile phone, or keep an umbrella, or keep in hands something made by steel? etc.
How could we prevent being hit by lightning when it is raining and we are not inside a building?
First, this question is in the wrong category.
Second, in some cases it is much safer to stand under a tree. For example, if you're out riding your bike in a forested area, it would be foolish for you to remain out in the open on the trail; get yourself into the trees.
However, if you're riding or walking through a field and there are few trees around, stay away from what trees there are and get on the ground to make yourself as low and as small as possible.
If you have access to an automobile, get inside. It's the safest place to be, aside from in a structure.
Holding any metal would be begging for death, so get away from your bike, your baseball bat, your golf clubs, your hunting rifle, etc.
Don't get on your cell phone. And if you're indoors, don't even get on a regular telephone, as a lightning strike to a phone line can travel through the line and into your phone and then into you.
Most important in all of this is to know when to get out of danger's way. Don't wait for the lightning. By then it may already bee too late. When you hear thunder is the time to seek safety.
Reply:no dont stand under trees...or hold umbrella...the best is to go next to a high buildin cos lightnin strikes wtever is highest or get inside a car but dont touch any metal...also u could crouch down in the ground in a kinda 'foetus' position with, i think, only ur toes touching the ground (if u hav rubber soles) ^_^
Reply:First off, never stand under a tree! Something tall like that will attract lightning. The best thing to do is get in a car.If lightning hits the car, the rubber tires will absorb the shock and no one will get hurt. I don't know about talking on the phone, I wouldn't do it but I'm not sure.Umbrellas wouldn't help, but probably wouldn't be unsafe.
Reply:It is perfectly safe to stand under a tree, You have the power of the Lord on your side. In fact, You can also hold a really long metal rod and point it at the sky and say "C'mon lightning, You can't touch me cause I'm a child of God." Trust me, you will be perfectly fine.
boots
How could we prevent being hit by lightning when it is raining and we are not inside a building?
First, this question is in the wrong category.
Second, in some cases it is much safer to stand under a tree. For example, if you're out riding your bike in a forested area, it would be foolish for you to remain out in the open on the trail; get yourself into the trees.
However, if you're riding or walking through a field and there are few trees around, stay away from what trees there are and get on the ground to make yourself as low and as small as possible.
If you have access to an automobile, get inside. It's the safest place to be, aside from in a structure.
Holding any metal would be begging for death, so get away from your bike, your baseball bat, your golf clubs, your hunting rifle, etc.
Don't get on your cell phone. And if you're indoors, don't even get on a regular telephone, as a lightning strike to a phone line can travel through the line and into your phone and then into you.
Most important in all of this is to know when to get out of danger's way. Don't wait for the lightning. By then it may already bee too late. When you hear thunder is the time to seek safety.
Reply:no dont stand under trees...or hold umbrella...the best is to go next to a high buildin cos lightnin strikes wtever is highest or get inside a car but dont touch any metal...also u could crouch down in the ground in a kinda 'foetus' position with, i think, only ur toes touching the ground (if u hav rubber soles) ^_^
Reply:First off, never stand under a tree! Something tall like that will attract lightning. The best thing to do is get in a car.If lightning hits the car, the rubber tires will absorb the shock and no one will get hurt. I don't know about talking on the phone, I wouldn't do it but I'm not sure.Umbrellas wouldn't help, but probably wouldn't be unsafe.
Reply:It is perfectly safe to stand under a tree, You have the power of the Lord on your side. In fact, You can also hold a really long metal rod and point it at the sky and say "C'mon lightning, You can't touch me cause I'm a child of God." Trust me, you will be perfectly fine.
boots
What does "The Girl Who Loved the Sky" by Anita Endrezze mean?
Outside the second grade room,
the jacaranda tree blossomed
into purple lanterns, the papery petals
drifted, darkening the windows.
Inside, the room smelled like glue.
The desks were made of yellowed wood,
the tops littered with eraser rubbings,
rulers, and big fat pencils.
Colored chalk meant special days.
The walls were covered with precise
bright tulips and charts with shiny stars
by certain names. There, I learned
how to make butter by shaking a jar
until the pale cream clotted
into one sweet mass. There, I learned
that numbers were fractious beasts
with dens like dim zeros. And there,
I met a blind girl who thought the sky
tasted like cold metal when it rained
and whose eyes were always covered
with the bruised petals of her lids.
She loved the formless sky, defined
only by sounds, or the cool umbrellas
of clouds. On hot, still days
we listened to the sky falling
like chalk dust. We heard the noon
whistle of the pig-mash factory,
smelled the sourness of
What does "The Girl Who Loved the Sky" by Anita Endrezze mean?
She loved it because it she had a good imagination of how it looked.....
the jacaranda tree blossomed
into purple lanterns, the papery petals
drifted, darkening the windows.
Inside, the room smelled like glue.
The desks were made of yellowed wood,
the tops littered with eraser rubbings,
rulers, and big fat pencils.
Colored chalk meant special days.
The walls were covered with precise
bright tulips and charts with shiny stars
by certain names. There, I learned
how to make butter by shaking a jar
until the pale cream clotted
into one sweet mass. There, I learned
that numbers were fractious beasts
with dens like dim zeros. And there,
I met a blind girl who thought the sky
tasted like cold metal when it rained
and whose eyes were always covered
with the bruised petals of her lids.
She loved the formless sky, defined
only by sounds, or the cool umbrellas
of clouds. On hot, still days
we listened to the sky falling
like chalk dust. We heard the noon
whistle of the pig-mash factory,
smelled the sourness of
What does "The Girl Who Loved the Sky" by Anita Endrezze mean?
She loved it because it she had a good imagination of how it looked.....
What is the best option to install a high outdoor privacy screen (about 7 meter height)?
My neighbour is building a high-set house with clear view (from their upstairs) to my daughter's bedroom and backyard. Although we do have a fence (only about 1.2 meter height), I am concerned that when our kids are playing in the backyard or swimming in the pool, the neighbours can see clearly and we do not have any privacy. Is there any buidling product we can use to block the direct view from their house to our backyard? Such as outdoor screen about 7 meter height and 10 meter width, something that can stand alone vertically (not cover type like umbrella)? We do have curtains for the bedroom but we need something that can block their view to our backyard as well. We do have trees but not tally enough to block the view.
What is the best option to install a high outdoor privacy screen (about 7 meter height)?
Ooh, I feel for you! Terrible to lose your privacy as well as feelings of safety :(
Definitely check with your local zoning department; most have restrictions on the height of fences :(
What is the best option to install a high outdoor privacy screen (about 7 meter height)?
Ooh, I feel for you! Terrible to lose your privacy as well as feelings of safety :(
Definitely check with your local zoning department; most have restrictions on the height of fences :(
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Please help with a poem.?
“Oh, don’t let the moon get you down.
That peculiar moon just knows how to frown.
a bit too red;
yet, it never made it brighter than the sun.”
They’d tell each other under nerved winds,
knowing the moon will always bend by.
On an ocean they fetched some rain,
broken from the atmosphere with nowhere to go.
They tied the starlight to their fingertips
so they didn’t forget they were never alone.
Asteroids caught a haunted glimpse
of hand in hand loving and entranced lips.
“Wink your frills, keep your nails off me,”
he bellowed a murmur in the salt-soaked breeze.
He was drowning, but he kept him from dead,
comfort in the pull of his tide.
He whispered promises that went unsaid,
but still, he had the most beautiful eyes.
The morning brought time for the dust to subside.
They cast out the midnight with fishing line.
They’re loving the crows painting the sky
and the palm trees were feigning Halloween smiles.
His hands crept calmly, those placid moonbeams
to let go of goodbyes that were ripped at the seams.
He just kept to his reverie- sheltered remains
of a seaside society a bit less than sane.
Sailors were swallowed in the maelstrom those nights.
In these parts, you see, hurricanes aren’t polite.
He’d just take his umbrella and climb to the sun.
The bubbles redeem a motorboat hum.
That afterward calm harbored no hope.
In driftwood and shipwreck, the air turned to smoke.
The midnight was a fish tale.
Please help with a poem.?
Specifics: you start out with a quote...are you quoting a specific poem/song? If so, you need to create new line breaks so it fits with the pattern you use in later stanzas. Your rhyme is inconsistant..did you mean to rhyme in a specific pattern or did you mean "not" to rhyme and some of the words accidentally do so? If the latter is the case, then it's okay, you just need to take a look at some of them because they look a bit forced...for example, the lines about "moonbeams" and "seams" seems a little contrived. In fact, the latter stanzas appear to be rhymed couplets, which is very different than the stanza that came before and actually sound awkward because of the rhymes...and the last three lines are...well, in serious need of editing.
You have some good images in there, but there are a number of them that don't really fit or are worded in a way that they don't fit like they should. I'd suggest you let the poem sit for a few days or a week, then come back to it and have someone read it out loud to you. You'll hear things that you can't hear right now and you'll probably cringe at some of the lines...which is a good thing, it means that your ear is functioning and your poetic instincts are still intact. Edit as necessary, and post it again.
...keep writing
That peculiar moon just knows how to frown.
a bit too red;
yet, it never made it brighter than the sun.”
They’d tell each other under nerved winds,
knowing the moon will always bend by.
On an ocean they fetched some rain,
broken from the atmosphere with nowhere to go.
They tied the starlight to their fingertips
so they didn’t forget they were never alone.
Asteroids caught a haunted glimpse
of hand in hand loving and entranced lips.
“Wink your frills, keep your nails off me,”
he bellowed a murmur in the salt-soaked breeze.
He was drowning, but he kept him from dead,
comfort in the pull of his tide.
He whispered promises that went unsaid,
but still, he had the most beautiful eyes.
The morning brought time for the dust to subside.
They cast out the midnight with fishing line.
They’re loving the crows painting the sky
and the palm trees were feigning Halloween smiles.
His hands crept calmly, those placid moonbeams
to let go of goodbyes that were ripped at the seams.
He just kept to his reverie- sheltered remains
of a seaside society a bit less than sane.
Sailors were swallowed in the maelstrom those nights.
In these parts, you see, hurricanes aren’t polite.
He’d just take his umbrella and climb to the sun.
The bubbles redeem a motorboat hum.
That afterward calm harbored no hope.
In driftwood and shipwreck, the air turned to smoke.
The midnight was a fish tale.
Please help with a poem.?
Specifics: you start out with a quote...are you quoting a specific poem/song? If so, you need to create new line breaks so it fits with the pattern you use in later stanzas. Your rhyme is inconsistant..did you mean to rhyme in a specific pattern or did you mean "not" to rhyme and some of the words accidentally do so? If the latter is the case, then it's okay, you just need to take a look at some of them because they look a bit forced...for example, the lines about "moonbeams" and "seams" seems a little contrived. In fact, the latter stanzas appear to be rhymed couplets, which is very different than the stanza that came before and actually sound awkward because of the rhymes...and the last three lines are...well, in serious need of editing.
You have some good images in there, but there are a number of them that don't really fit or are worded in a way that they don't fit like they should. I'd suggest you let the poem sit for a few days or a week, then come back to it and have someone read it out loud to you. You'll hear things that you can't hear right now and you'll probably cringe at some of the lines...which is a good thing, it means that your ear is functioning and your poetic instincts are still intact. Edit as necessary, and post it again.
...keep writing
Come one come all anime fans?!?
HI! *waves enthusiastically* How are YOU? No... scratch that.. that's NOT my question.... XD This is a semi-random question... *gestures* SEMI. 'kay? Good....
You are innocently slurping your favorite beverage and listening to your iPod/mp3 player at a dairy farm. You have been on a long exhausting trek through the rain, scanning orchards and orchards of rug trees, looking for that PERFECT rug... so you decided to stop for some cheese.
You are sitting with your drink and your cheese and your iPod and your umbrella and your rug when SUDDENLY...
Your least favorite anime character appears hauling what appears to be a giant wagon of apples. They look at you, and suddenly start hurling the apples at you!
What do you do?
What item of yours will you use to defeat them?
Um... sorry for this...
Anime Q- What anime characters like apples? ^_^
Come one come all anime fans?!?
Hi to you, too~!
*waves back enthusiastically*
For the record, I'm an anime LOVER, not an anime fan...^^
*reads on*
SEMI, eh? Well, that'll do for now.
*reads on*
Drinking mango juice, listening to Mom's iPod, and at my friend's dairy farm.
...
I did that before! O.o
*reads on*
...*gasp* OROCHIMARU!
What the helck are you doing here???
*angry face*...*gets out tools and grins*
Well, well. Orochimaru going to get PWNED!
*series of mechanical sounds so please stand by*
HAHA! Meet the new and improved...
Super music powered rugged mango-shooting laser umbrella made out of CHEESE and SUSHI~!
...
Where did the sushi come from? Who knows...
*hits Orochimaru in the head*
*makes Orochimaru's ears go boom*
*rubs rug in Orochimaru's face*
*chokes Orochimaru with mango*
*zaps Orochimaru*
*eats sushi*
*drowns Orochimaru in cheese 'cause he's lactose intolerant*
DONE!
;D
Anime Q-
Ryuuk!
Reply:Uhhh...I'm going for the combo!! %26gt;.%26lt;
I'll throw the rug at her to distract her, and then I'll pop open my giant umbrella (ella, ella, ella~), and shield myself while moving closer to her and eventually, upon reaching her, shove the cheese in her face!! %26gt;:D
I figure that's a good waste of cheese :3
Anime Q: ....Ryuk? And if you were an anime character, I figure you'd be one too %26gt;.%26gt;
Reply:fine
First I'd dodge the apples and then spill the drink all over bobobo and throw cheese at him. Then I'll laugh at him hysterically. After that, I'd beat him up more and kill him. .
Anime Q- well I guess Ryuk from Deathnote. He's funny for a deathgod lol.
It would be weird to see bobobo hauling with a wagon full of apples. Why would he be in a farm in the first place? That's what I like about anime fans. They all have a roaming imagination. Which is good.
Reply:Yay!~ my fave beverage! Milk and it's fresh from the dairy farm too!!! *slurp slurp* ...semi skimmed milk? ohhh... semi-random ^^ more random!!! Cheese cheese yay! :D
Bwahahahaha!~ eat melons Bobobo!!! *catapults a gigantic melon and it gets stuck in his afro* %26gt;=D
...and for the apples flying towards me... *get's out a pokeypokeball* I choose you! Ryuk go! *Ryuk runs excitedly with his squiggly legs and chomps all the apples, while throwing melons at Bobobo's face*
Anime Q~ lol! that's my secret defense mechanism!!! muhahahaha!~ Go Ryuk go!!! *pokes* :D
Cuppy cakes!~ :3
Reply:*Orochimaru starts throwing apples to me*
me- oye!! baka!! what the heck dyu think youre doing??havnt you got anything else to do?? *takes an apple and throws back*
Orochimaru- i'll do whatever i want!!*keeps chucking apples*
Sasuke appears
Sasuke- oye! you disappeared between my training again!! come back with me now!!...*drags Orochimaru back*
me- o_O...oookay weird....
Orochimaru- i'll come back i will!!
me- -_-"....give me a break...*goes back to beverage and ipods*
animeQ- Ryuk from Death Note
Reply:Hi! I'm GOOD! Oh wait... that wasn't the Q?
Cheese! %26lt;3
Me: O_O *unfoldes Umbrella* Hope the apples don't break it... Or else he's gonna pay!!! D=%26lt;
Haha, Nice Belle, good job incorperating Umbrella's into this! ^^
Anime Q: ME! Oh wait... Not an anime char... Um.. Ryuk!
[Edit] Argh! Another urge to listen to that song %26gt;_%26lt;
Reply:Konnichiwa!
Gah! How does Orochimaru keep finding me?!
First I'd catch whatever apples in my mouth and eat as much of them as I can. Then when I'm supercharced with apples, I pull out my prettyful katana and use my super speed to cut every single apple he throws at me until he has none left. Then he tries to lick me with his sick tongue *gross* and I cut it and his arms and legs off. Now that he is defenseless, I shove all the pieces of apples all over the ground down his throat. That'll teach you to waste apples!!
Anime Q- RYUK!!!!
Reply:oh oh oh oh ryuk. um...i sthat his name? my friend told me he likes apples.
ok i would.....grab a horse and hide behind it while it eats all teh apples. HAHAHAHAHHAHAH
~CaramelDucky♥ *apples are good for you and sweet and delicious*
Reply:o you mean ino eh?i will make my umbrella a shield and when her apple wagon is empty,i will destroy it and i will put the cheese in her mouth.i hate cheese.
i don't know what anime likes apples.
sorry
Reply:i'd block with umbrella and i'll prob have a pointy straw in my drink so i guess i'll stab them in the eyes with it?
Reply:I would get extremly pissed off and start kicking some ***. Nobody throws apples at me and gets away with it. Especially if you're already on my list of need to kick his *** soon.lol!!
The charcter from Eyesheild 21 Monta.
Reply:1. keep walking up to them, dodging the apples
2. leg. kick 'em where it counts
AQ- Ryuk from Death Note!!
Reply:I'll hit him with my super umbrella and then stare at him and eat an apple with staring and staring -.-
Anime Q- Ryuk from Death Note
Reply:I'll say, wait! I'll let you listen to a song if you let me love you! XD I don't know....
Ryuk does
Reply:I'm gonna use the awesome powers of CHEESE!!!
with their cheesy goodness i shall smite those evil flying apples and send them back from whens they came... mwahahahahaha!!!
AnimeQ:
ryuk
Reply:Hiten Mitsugi style, Umbrella attack!
Ryuk is the one that likes apples.
Reply:Use the item.
The Power of Geass!
Ryuk from Death Note. Scratch that, he loves apples!!!
Reply:I Would Fly Away On My Magic Flying Carpet!
I Have No Idea. Maybe Ringo From Tokyo Mew Mew! :)
Reply:i would call my freinds from naruto to kick his as.s
Reply:HI!!!!!!!!*waves back*
I'm fine!!
...
that's not the question..?
awwww...
anyway~~
hmmmm...I'd...uhmm...
When Orochimaru finds me yet again (Sakura is milking the cows so yeah. Just Orochimaru this time...XD) and throws apples at me, I'll put my stuff in a safe place, take a bite at my cheese, but I'll keep the umbrella... And then I'll grab apples and "eat" them and munch and crush them in my mouth...
Then I'll shield myself with the umbrella (which hopefully, will stand the apples) until I'm close enough...
Then I'll show him the crushed apples in my mouth...
In short I'll gross him out to death...
Sorry...heehee... I'm in THIS mood today...
XD
Anime Q...
Ryuk from DeathNote...
art
You are innocently slurping your favorite beverage and listening to your iPod/mp3 player at a dairy farm. You have been on a long exhausting trek through the rain, scanning orchards and orchards of rug trees, looking for that PERFECT rug... so you decided to stop for some cheese.
You are sitting with your drink and your cheese and your iPod and your umbrella and your rug when SUDDENLY...
Your least favorite anime character appears hauling what appears to be a giant wagon of apples. They look at you, and suddenly start hurling the apples at you!
What do you do?
What item of yours will you use to defeat them?
Um... sorry for this...
Anime Q- What anime characters like apples? ^_^
Come one come all anime fans?!?
Hi to you, too~!
*waves back enthusiastically*
For the record, I'm an anime LOVER, not an anime fan...^^
*reads on*
SEMI, eh? Well, that'll do for now.
*reads on*
Drinking mango juice, listening to Mom's iPod, and at my friend's dairy farm.
...
I did that before! O.o
*reads on*
...*gasp* OROCHIMARU!
What the helck are you doing here???
*angry face*...*gets out tools and grins*
Well, well. Orochimaru going to get PWNED!
*series of mechanical sounds so please stand by*
HAHA! Meet the new and improved...
Super music powered rugged mango-shooting laser umbrella made out of CHEESE and SUSHI~!
...
Where did the sushi come from? Who knows...
*hits Orochimaru in the head*
*makes Orochimaru's ears go boom*
*rubs rug in Orochimaru's face*
*chokes Orochimaru with mango*
*zaps Orochimaru*
*eats sushi*
*drowns Orochimaru in cheese 'cause he's lactose intolerant*
DONE!
;D
Anime Q-
Ryuuk!
Reply:Uhhh...I'm going for the combo!! %26gt;.%26lt;
I'll throw the rug at her to distract her, and then I'll pop open my giant umbrella (ella, ella, ella~), and shield myself while moving closer to her and eventually, upon reaching her, shove the cheese in her face!! %26gt;:D
I figure that's a good waste of cheese :3
Anime Q: ....Ryuk? And if you were an anime character, I figure you'd be one too %26gt;.%26gt;
Reply:fine
First I'd dodge the apples and then spill the drink all over bobobo and throw cheese at him. Then I'll laugh at him hysterically. After that, I'd beat him up more and kill him. .
Anime Q- well I guess Ryuk from Deathnote. He's funny for a deathgod lol.
It would be weird to see bobobo hauling with a wagon full of apples. Why would he be in a farm in the first place? That's what I like about anime fans. They all have a roaming imagination. Which is good.
Reply:Yay!~ my fave beverage! Milk and it's fresh from the dairy farm too!!! *slurp slurp* ...semi skimmed milk? ohhh... semi-random ^^ more random!!! Cheese cheese yay! :D
Bwahahahaha!~ eat melons Bobobo!!! *catapults a gigantic melon and it gets stuck in his afro* %26gt;=D
...and for the apples flying towards me... *get's out a pokeypokeball* I choose you! Ryuk go! *Ryuk runs excitedly with his squiggly legs and chomps all the apples, while throwing melons at Bobobo's face*
Anime Q~ lol! that's my secret defense mechanism!!! muhahahaha!~ Go Ryuk go!!! *pokes* :D
Cuppy cakes!~ :3
Reply:*Orochimaru starts throwing apples to me*
me- oye!! baka!! what the heck dyu think youre doing??havnt you got anything else to do?? *takes an apple and throws back*
Orochimaru- i'll do whatever i want!!*keeps chucking apples*
Sasuke appears
Sasuke- oye! you disappeared between my training again!! come back with me now!!...*drags Orochimaru back*
me- o_O...oookay weird....
Orochimaru- i'll come back i will!!
me- -_-"....give me a break...*goes back to beverage and ipods*
animeQ- Ryuk from Death Note
Reply:Hi! I'm GOOD! Oh wait... that wasn't the Q?
Cheese! %26lt;3
Me: O_O *unfoldes Umbrella* Hope the apples don't break it... Or else he's gonna pay!!! D=%26lt;
Haha, Nice Belle, good job incorperating Umbrella's into this! ^^
Anime Q: ME! Oh wait... Not an anime char... Um.. Ryuk!
[Edit] Argh! Another urge to listen to that song %26gt;_%26lt;
Reply:Konnichiwa!
Gah! How does Orochimaru keep finding me?!
First I'd catch whatever apples in my mouth and eat as much of them as I can. Then when I'm supercharced with apples, I pull out my prettyful katana and use my super speed to cut every single apple he throws at me until he has none left. Then he tries to lick me with his sick tongue *gross* and I cut it and his arms and legs off. Now that he is defenseless, I shove all the pieces of apples all over the ground down his throat. That'll teach you to waste apples!!
Anime Q- RYUK!!!!
Reply:oh oh oh oh ryuk. um...i sthat his name? my friend told me he likes apples.
ok i would.....grab a horse and hide behind it while it eats all teh apples. HAHAHAHAHHAHAH
~CaramelDucky♥ *apples are good for you and sweet and delicious*
Reply:o you mean ino eh?i will make my umbrella a shield and when her apple wagon is empty,i will destroy it and i will put the cheese in her mouth.i hate cheese.
i don't know what anime likes apples.
sorry
Reply:i'd block with umbrella and i'll prob have a pointy straw in my drink so i guess i'll stab them in the eyes with it?
Reply:I would get extremly pissed off and start kicking some ***. Nobody throws apples at me and gets away with it. Especially if you're already on my list of need to kick his *** soon.lol!!
The charcter from Eyesheild 21 Monta.
Reply:1. keep walking up to them, dodging the apples
2. leg. kick 'em where it counts
AQ- Ryuk from Death Note!!
Reply:I'll hit him with my super umbrella and then stare at him and eat an apple with staring and staring -.-
Anime Q- Ryuk from Death Note
Reply:I'll say, wait! I'll let you listen to a song if you let me love you! XD I don't know....
Ryuk does
Reply:I'm gonna use the awesome powers of CHEESE!!!
with their cheesy goodness i shall smite those evil flying apples and send them back from whens they came... mwahahahahaha!!!
AnimeQ:
ryuk
Reply:Hiten Mitsugi style, Umbrella attack!
Ryuk is the one that likes apples.
Reply:Use the item.
The Power of Geass!
Ryuk from Death Note. Scratch that, he loves apples!!!
Reply:I Would Fly Away On My Magic Flying Carpet!
I Have No Idea. Maybe Ringo From Tokyo Mew Mew! :)
Reply:i would call my freinds from naruto to kick his as.s
Reply:HI!!!!!!!!*waves back*
I'm fine!!
...
that's not the question..?
awwww...
anyway~~
hmmmm...I'd...uhmm...
When Orochimaru finds me yet again (Sakura is milking the cows so yeah. Just Orochimaru this time...XD) and throws apples at me, I'll put my stuff in a safe place, take a bite at my cheese, but I'll keep the umbrella... And then I'll grab apples and "eat" them and munch and crush them in my mouth...
Then I'll shield myself with the umbrella (which hopefully, will stand the apples) until I'm close enough...
Then I'll show him the crushed apples in my mouth...
In short I'll gross him out to death...
Sorry...heehee... I'm in THIS mood today...
XD
Anime Q...
Ryuk from DeathNote...
art
What do you think of this poem?
The Day the Housewife Killed Herself
The trees, inhabiting my
Garden, always look
Like dying, nursing home
Veterans when you’re subdued,
Fixating at the populace you left
Behind. Go on!
Join them; your truehearted,
Your kinsfolk; plotting my
Demise, how unsightly it
Would be to knock me off,
Join the circus.
Living on the road, without
A penny in your pockets, isn’t
Noble, when you’ve got mouths
To feed; not when the crucifix
Is hidden in your cupboard.
How can I be so fixated on
Someone so repugnant? It must
Be in the herb tea; the kind I drink
Daily, in order to refresh my
Sanity. Alas, the market calls,
My respite, my get by, my
Goddamned market. Grab
My floral umbrella from the
Antisocial rack, and my two
Legs carry me along, dysphoric
As they can be.
All the masses, all the amused,
Jubilant faces of the grocery,
Even the peppers seems festive.
The asparagus is sprightly, the
Bananas are dancing, let me join
Them, for an instant, let me waltz
With the produce.
Never have I felt so delighted,
My normal outdoor trek
Has led me to a mango mambo.
“I’m no Astaire, but neither are you,
Plum.” My eyes are bright, as one
By one, the fruits and
Vegetables assemble in
My wicker basket. I cannot
Leave them here, no one will
Appreciate them as much as I
Do.
In they go, all the vibrant colors,
With the green going to the delightful
Barkeep. She knows they’re all going
Home with me, but she wouldn’t
Dare tell anyone; her wink says it all.
Homeward bound, me and my
Delightful fruit; back to the
Trials and unsightliness of my
Dwelling. No! I cannot bring
Them to that miserable hole,
Not with that virulent bastard
Sitting in his armchair. No,
Today, we will lay down by
This pond, I’ll muddy up
My day dress and sop up
The sun, enjoying my new
Company.
What do you think of this poem?
I like it. I won't sit here analyzing it more than 5 mins, but I like it.
I feel very uncertain about the rythym.
Reply:Too long.
I don't wanna read it all. :)
Reply:its good but it was too big but try to limit your words when expressing
Reply:it's toooo small
is that written by u?
Reply:Very Poetic.
Reply:well a feel that the significance about the outside testicular equilibrium in ratio to the barkeep delight was outstanding! The armchair played the role of the metaphor in congniscents and repect to the virulent bastard... I ask how was the muddy pond so intrusive of it's splendid surrondings my friend?
Reply:Well, the curse words just ruined it for me.
The trees, inhabiting my
Garden, always look
Like dying, nursing home
Veterans when you’re subdued,
Fixating at the populace you left
Behind. Go on!
Join them; your truehearted,
Your kinsfolk; plotting my
Demise, how unsightly it
Would be to knock me off,
Join the circus.
Living on the road, without
A penny in your pockets, isn’t
Noble, when you’ve got mouths
To feed; not when the crucifix
Is hidden in your cupboard.
How can I be so fixated on
Someone so repugnant? It must
Be in the herb tea; the kind I drink
Daily, in order to refresh my
Sanity. Alas, the market calls,
My respite, my get by, my
Goddamned market. Grab
My floral umbrella from the
Antisocial rack, and my two
Legs carry me along, dysphoric
As they can be.
All the masses, all the amused,
Jubilant faces of the grocery,
Even the peppers seems festive.
The asparagus is sprightly, the
Bananas are dancing, let me join
Them, for an instant, let me waltz
With the produce.
Never have I felt so delighted,
My normal outdoor trek
Has led me to a mango mambo.
“I’m no Astaire, but neither are you,
Plum.” My eyes are bright, as one
By one, the fruits and
Vegetables assemble in
My wicker basket. I cannot
Leave them here, no one will
Appreciate them as much as I
Do.
In they go, all the vibrant colors,
With the green going to the delightful
Barkeep. She knows they’re all going
Home with me, but she wouldn’t
Dare tell anyone; her wink says it all.
Homeward bound, me and my
Delightful fruit; back to the
Trials and unsightliness of my
Dwelling. No! I cannot bring
Them to that miserable hole,
Not with that virulent bastard
Sitting in his armchair. No,
Today, we will lay down by
This pond, I’ll muddy up
My day dress and sop up
The sun, enjoying my new
Company.
What do you think of this poem?
I like it. I won't sit here analyzing it more than 5 mins, but I like it.
I feel very uncertain about the rythym.
Reply:Too long.
I don't wanna read it all. :)
Reply:its good but it was too big but try to limit your words when expressing
Reply:it's toooo small
is that written by u?
Reply:Very Poetic.
Reply:well a feel that the significance about the outside testicular equilibrium in ratio to the barkeep delight was outstanding! The armchair played the role of the metaphor in congniscents and repect to the virulent bastard... I ask how was the muddy pond so intrusive of it's splendid surrondings my friend?
Reply:Well, the curse words just ruined it for me.
6 Riddles For You Guys?
1. What has keys but no lock,space but no room, you can enter but never go in?
2. What has rivers but no water, forrests but no trees and cities but no buildings?
3. A man is running late for work one day, he forgets to grab his umbrella and raincoat, but manages to make it to work dry, How?
4. What eats to live, but never drinks?
5. A man lies dead in the middle of the desert all he has with him is an unopened package. The unopened package explains his death, What's in the package?
6. What does a spider weave that has no eyes, yet can see?
6 Riddles For You Guys?
1. a keyboard
2. a map
3.It's not raining
4. fire
5. an unopened parachute
6.a web site
Reply:1. key board *computer
2. map
3. It isnt raining outside
4. fire?
5. His parachute
6. spder webs
Reply:1. piano
2. a map
3. It's not raining
4. fire
5. his parachute
6. a web site
Reply:1.
Computer
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map
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fire
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It doesn't rain
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nothing
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web
Reply:2. Maps
3.No rain
4.Fire
Reply:1.Heart
2.maps
5.bomb
Reply:I know number 2: in maps :D.
2. What has rivers but no water, forrests but no trees and cities but no buildings?
3. A man is running late for work one day, he forgets to grab his umbrella and raincoat, but manages to make it to work dry, How?
4. What eats to live, but never drinks?
5. A man lies dead in the middle of the desert all he has with him is an unopened package. The unopened package explains his death, What's in the package?
6. What does a spider weave that has no eyes, yet can see?
6 Riddles For You Guys?
1. a keyboard
2. a map
3.It's not raining
4. fire
5. an unopened parachute
6.a web site
Reply:1. key board *computer
2. map
3. It isnt raining outside
4. fire?
5. His parachute
6. spder webs
Reply:1. piano
2. a map
3. It's not raining
4. fire
5. his parachute
6. a web site
Reply:1.
Computer
2.
map
3.
fire
4.
It doesn't rain
5.
nothing
6.
web
Reply:2. Maps
3.No rain
4.Fire
Reply:1.Heart
2.maps
5.bomb
Reply:I know number 2: in maps :D.
Some more for the kids are these funny or not?
Q: What did the grape say when the elephant stepped on it?
A: nothing, it just let out a little whine.
Q: Tommy's mom has 3 sons. One son's name is Nickel. The next son's name was Dime. What was the third son's name?
A: Tommy - Tommy's mom only has three sons!
Q:a very short guy, a miget, lives in a real tall apartment building. If its raining outside he takes the elevator, but if its clear and sunny he takes they stairs. why?
A: when its sunny he can't reach the elevator buttons but when its raining he can push the buttons with his umbrella.
Q: In Michigan is it legal to marry your widows sister?
A: It's not possible because you would be dead
Q: Timothy Titus tied two tall knots in two tall trees how many T's are in that?
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Some more for the kids are these funny or not?
i like them thanks :-)
Reply:thanks Report It
Reply:those r all good ones
my fav: Q: Tommy's mom has 3 sons. One son's name is Nickel. The next son's name was Dime. What was the third son's name?
A: Tommy - Tommy's mom only has three sons!
Reply:Very funny
Reply:LOL cause of the 2 knots....
Reply:hehehehe! and i even got the last riddle!
Reply:Some kid must have laughed at some of them.
Reply:well for 1 theres no kids on yahoo answers.
and that last one doesnt make any sense
Reply:Ha ha ha.!!!
Good ones mate.!!!
Cheers.!!!
A: nothing, it just let out a little whine.
Q: Tommy's mom has 3 sons. One son's name is Nickel. The next son's name was Dime. What was the third son's name?
A: Tommy - Tommy's mom only has three sons!
Q:a very short guy, a miget, lives in a real tall apartment building. If its raining outside he takes the elevator, but if its clear and sunny he takes they stairs. why?
A: when its sunny he can't reach the elevator buttons but when its raining he can push the buttons with his umbrella.
Q: In Michigan is it legal to marry your widows sister?
A: It's not possible because you would be dead
Q: Timothy Titus tied two tall knots in two tall trees how many T's are in that?
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Some more for the kids are these funny or not?
i like them thanks :-)
Reply:thanks Report It
Reply:those r all good ones
my fav: Q: Tommy's mom has 3 sons. One son's name is Nickel. The next son's name was Dime. What was the third son's name?
A: Tommy - Tommy's mom only has three sons!
Reply:Very funny
Reply:LOL cause of the 2 knots....
Reply:hehehehe! and i even got the last riddle!
Reply:Some kid must have laughed at some of them.
Reply:well for 1 theres no kids on yahoo answers.
and that last one doesnt make any sense
Reply:Ha ha ha.!!!
Good ones mate.!!!
Cheers.!!!
Please Read?
Chapter One
The white, warm sand rubbing against my body soothingly. The colorful palm trees is all the rave. Crisp, clear refreshing ocean tumbling into the beach with great determination. All you see is beautiful people wearing nothing but beautiful bathing suits which they probably spent hours and hours trying to find, to get something spectacular. I look back and see this magnificent hotel complex and all of the amenities I could possibly think of. The cool ocean breeze flows over my body while the sun beams light to give me a wonderful free tan. A perfect bronze with a hint of red which will hopefully turn to tan later. A nice refreshing glass of cola filled to the brim with crushed ice and of course the cool sun umbrella. This is so relaxing and wonderful. This is the life. Nothing can wreck this perfect moment. Wait, this is to good to be true.
ARG.
ARG.
ARG.
ARG.
I knew it! I knew it! It was just a dream again! I can't believe I had that dream again. This is unbelievable. This is the third time this week that I've had this dream and I want it to come true. Too bad I'll never be able to go on vacation.
Well it's six o clock. Sorry for all of that fuss but I am just so sick of having that dream. I quickly hop into the shower and wonder whether I will ever get to experience what I experience in my dream. I mean everything is so calm and peaceful I just can't understand why I keep on having that dream. Everything is so perfect, there has to be more to that dream than that. Maybe tonight it will be extended so I can see what's happening. It's probably a sign. Maybe, no never mind. I put some bread in the toaster, I'm still half asleep but I have to hurry up so I can catch the carpool with Jacob. Every other day or so we switch drivers so that we use up less gas. Jacob is totally my best friend in the whole world and I hope he will always be. We are always there for each other when one of us needs a helping hand. I grab my toast, spread some peanut butter on it and head out the door to make my way down to the parking lot where I wait for Jacob to show up. He's a little tardy, sometimes more than others but that's just who he is and as best friends, we have to live with each others annoyances. A few minutes later I see Jacob running out of the building like there was a huge fire in the building. I quickly look up out of habit but see that Jacob just wanted to hurry to the car because we are a couple of minutes late and usually with traffic, a couple here adds ten somewhere else.
Please Read?
Sounds interesting to me , you seem to be a writer with promise ; keep on keeping on !
:0)
Reply:that sounds awesome
Reply:Start by having some kind of inner conflict about not being able to go on vacation like other people. It'll seem more realistic than the rather mundane 'dream scenario' which many people use and which is cliched. If your character is angry at not being able to go on holiday, it'll hook your reader more than a typical opening. Maybe it'll lead to something like Jacob stopping you from fulfilling your dream of a perfect holiday because he can't meet deadlines. For example, maybe you win your dream holiday (for you and a buddy - Jacob), but miss the chance because he's always late.
Hope this helps.
Reply:Horrible. Why are there so many adverbs and adjectives? Each one weakens your story more.
Reply:As a published poet myself, I don't recommend posting your writings here. Make sure you copyright it first under your name, so other people don't steal it.
Reply:I hope you have a very tough skin, if not I suggest you do not post your writings for critique. I do agree with a previous answer, too many adverbs and adjectives. You can make a dream sequence appear dreamlike without as many. The "awake" part of the story is confusing, you are mixing singular tense with plural. The punctuation needs work and the grammar should fit the story. Without more information to the plot I have no idea where you are heading with this.
Now, with all that said, I add a hearty Bravo! You are writing which is much more than most people these days. Please continue, infuse your writing with passion and continue your pursuit of a very noble art.
movie theatre
The white, warm sand rubbing against my body soothingly. The colorful palm trees is all the rave. Crisp, clear refreshing ocean tumbling into the beach with great determination. All you see is beautiful people wearing nothing but beautiful bathing suits which they probably spent hours and hours trying to find, to get something spectacular. I look back and see this magnificent hotel complex and all of the amenities I could possibly think of. The cool ocean breeze flows over my body while the sun beams light to give me a wonderful free tan. A perfect bronze with a hint of red which will hopefully turn to tan later. A nice refreshing glass of cola filled to the brim with crushed ice and of course the cool sun umbrella. This is so relaxing and wonderful. This is the life. Nothing can wreck this perfect moment. Wait, this is to good to be true.
ARG.
ARG.
ARG.
ARG.
I knew it! I knew it! It was just a dream again! I can't believe I had that dream again. This is unbelievable. This is the third time this week that I've had this dream and I want it to come true. Too bad I'll never be able to go on vacation.
Well it's six o clock. Sorry for all of that fuss but I am just so sick of having that dream. I quickly hop into the shower and wonder whether I will ever get to experience what I experience in my dream. I mean everything is so calm and peaceful I just can't understand why I keep on having that dream. Everything is so perfect, there has to be more to that dream than that. Maybe tonight it will be extended so I can see what's happening. It's probably a sign. Maybe, no never mind. I put some bread in the toaster, I'm still half asleep but I have to hurry up so I can catch the carpool with Jacob. Every other day or so we switch drivers so that we use up less gas. Jacob is totally my best friend in the whole world and I hope he will always be. We are always there for each other when one of us needs a helping hand. I grab my toast, spread some peanut butter on it and head out the door to make my way down to the parking lot where I wait for Jacob to show up. He's a little tardy, sometimes more than others but that's just who he is and as best friends, we have to live with each others annoyances. A few minutes later I see Jacob running out of the building like there was a huge fire in the building. I quickly look up out of habit but see that Jacob just wanted to hurry to the car because we are a couple of minutes late and usually with traffic, a couple here adds ten somewhere else.
Please Read?
Sounds interesting to me , you seem to be a writer with promise ; keep on keeping on !
:0)
Reply:that sounds awesome
Reply:Start by having some kind of inner conflict about not being able to go on vacation like other people. It'll seem more realistic than the rather mundane 'dream scenario' which many people use and which is cliched. If your character is angry at not being able to go on holiday, it'll hook your reader more than a typical opening. Maybe it'll lead to something like Jacob stopping you from fulfilling your dream of a perfect holiday because he can't meet deadlines. For example, maybe you win your dream holiday (for you and a buddy - Jacob), but miss the chance because he's always late.
Hope this helps.
Reply:Horrible. Why are there so many adverbs and adjectives? Each one weakens your story more.
Reply:As a published poet myself, I don't recommend posting your writings here. Make sure you copyright it first under your name, so other people don't steal it.
Reply:I hope you have a very tough skin, if not I suggest you do not post your writings for critique. I do agree with a previous answer, too many adverbs and adjectives. You can make a dream sequence appear dreamlike without as many. The "awake" part of the story is confusing, you are mixing singular tense with plural. The punctuation needs work and the grammar should fit the story. Without more information to the plot I have no idea where you are heading with this.
Now, with all that said, I add a hearty Bravo! You are writing which is much more than most people these days. Please continue, infuse your writing with passion and continue your pursuit of a very noble art.
movie theatre
Funny quotes!! Truer words never spoken!! Not so much of a question, as a request?? 2?
Income tax has made more liars out of the American people than golf. --Will Rogers
If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun. --Katherine Hepburn
Never take a reference from a clergyman. They always want to give someone a second chance. --Lady Selborne
Laugh and the world laughs with you. Snore and you sleep alone. --Anthony Burgess
It's true hard work never killed anybody, but I figure why take the chance. --Ronald Reagan
Death is the most convenient time to tax rich people. --David Lloyd George
Anyone can get old. All you have to do is live long enough. --Groucho Marx
"I think there is a world market for maybe five computers." ---Thomas Watson, Chairman of IBM (1943)
"My parents were glad to see that my new husband looks like a 'regular guy'--no earring or anything. But really I think a man with an earring is better prepared for marriage. I mean, he's already experienced pain and bought jewelry." -- Rita Rudner
"We all live in the twentieth century. Well, I don't live in the twentieth century. --Dan Quayle
"Ron White was not one of the very first original members of the Motown staff, but eventually he was." --Smokey Robinson
"I'm for a stronger death penalty." --President George Bush
"Some people think football is a matter of life and death...I can assure them it is much more serious than that." --Bill Shankly
"Those beelhops in Miami are tip-happy. I ordered a deck of playing cards and the bellboy made fifty-two trips to my room." --Henny Youngman
"I could come back to America..to die..but never, never to live." --Henry James
"There is nothing wrong with Southern California that a rise in the ocean level wouldn't cure." --Ross MacDonald
"The French will only be united under the threat of danger. Nobody can simply bring together a country that has 265 kinds of cheese." --Charles de Gaulle
Hollywood: "A place where they shoot too many pictures and not enough actors." --Walter Winchell
"Hollywood is the only place you can wake up in the morning and hear the birds coughing in the trees." --Joe Frisco
"Adam and Eve had many advantages, but the pricipal one was that they escaped teething." --Mark Twain
"Met a guy this morning with a glass eye. He didn't tell me-it just came out in the conversation." --Jerry Dennis
On opening a new annex at Vancouver City Hall: "I declare this thing open - whatever it is." --Prince Philip, Duke of Edinburgh
"It usually takes me more than 3 weeks to prepare a good impromptu speech." --Mark Twain
"I like long walks, especially when they are taken by people who annoy me." --Fred Allen
"I am extraordinarily patient, provided I get my own way in the end." --Margaret Thatcher
"I can resist everything except temptation." --Oscar Wilde
"Some people pay a compliment as if they expected a receipt." --Frank McKinney Hubbard
"My wife is a light eater; as soon as it's light, she starts eating." --Henny Youngman
The hardest task in a girl's life is to prove to a man that his intentions are serious. --Helen Rowland
It is better to waste one's youth than to do nothing with it at all. --Georges Courteline
The trouble with women in an orchestra is that if they're attractive it will updet my players and if they're not it will upset me. --Thomas Beecham
Writing to a magzine that had published his obituary: I've just read that I am dead. Don't forget to delete me from your list of subscribers. --Rudyard Kipling
If you steal from one author, it's plagiarism; if you steal from many, it's research. --Wilson Misner
No self-respecting fish would be wrapped ina Murdoch newspaper. --Mike Royko
The play was a total success but the audience was a total failure. --Oscar Wilde
A verbal contract isn't worth the paper it's written on. --Sam Goldwyn
Shoot a few scenes out of focus. I want to win the foreign film award. --Billy Wilder (attrib.)
You can pick out actors by the glazed look that comes into their eyes when the conversation wanders away from themselves. --Michael Wilding
It's amazing how many people see you on TV. I did my first television show a month ago and the next day five million televison sets were sold. The people who couldn't sell theirs threw them away.
--Bob Hope
Television: A medium. So called because it is neither rare nor well done. --Ernie Kovacs
If a woman hasn't met the right man by the time she's twenty-four, she may be lucky. --Deborah Kerr
She doesn't not understand the concept of Roman numerals. She thought we just fought World War Eleven. --Joan Rivers
High heels were invented by a woman who had been kissed on the forehead. --Christopher Morley
Women's styles may change but their designs remain the same. --Oscar Wilde
An archaeologist is the best husband a woman can have: the older she gets, the more interested he is in her. --Agatha Christie
Burt Reynolds once asked me out. I was in his room. --Phyllis Diller
When he is late for dinner and I know he must be either having an affair or lying dead in the street, I always hope he's dead. --Judith Viorst
Fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months. --Oscar Wilde
It's not an optical illusion, it just looks like one. --Phil White
"You'll never know until you try it" works pretty well for most unknowns, but "I wonder if it hurts to saw off the tip of my tongue?" is probably not one of them. --Doug Rendall
We are all here on earth to help others; what on earth the others are here for I don't know. --W.H. Auden
If two men agree on everything, you may be sure that one of them is doing the thinking. --Lyndon Baines Johnson
I don't like spinach, and I'm glad I don't, because if I liked it I'd eat it, and I just hate it. --Clarence Darrow
Millions long for immortality who do not know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon. --Susan Ertz
A banker is a fellow who lends you his umbrella when the sun is shining and wants it back the minute it begins to rain. --Mark Twain
Life was a lot simpler when we honored father and mother rather than all the major credit cards. --Robert Orben
"Whenever I watch tv and see those poor, starving kids all over the world, I can't help but cry. I mean, i would love to be that skinny, but not with all those flies and death and death and stuff." --Mariah Carey
"I haven't commited a crime, what I did was fail to comply with the law." -- David Dinkins, New York City mayor answering accusations that he failed to pay his taxes.
"Smoking kills. If you are killed, you have lost a very important part of your life." -- Brooke Shields, during an interview to become spokesperson for an anti-smoking campaign.
"Outside the killings, Washington has one of the lowest crime rates in the country. -- Mayor Marion Barry, Washington D.C.
Funny quotes!! Truer words never spoken!! Not so much of a question, as a request?? 2?
Gezzz....are you "bloody bored" or what? LOL
Reply:Enjoyed that, some good ones there.
Reply:Thank you!!
Reply:I love any quote by Dorothy Parker
Reply:I do like my Quotes and Quips...
Reply:www.brainyquotes.com have loads of them. I love looking at them.
If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun. --Katherine Hepburn
Never take a reference from a clergyman. They always want to give someone a second chance. --Lady Selborne
Laugh and the world laughs with you. Snore and you sleep alone. --Anthony Burgess
It's true hard work never killed anybody, but I figure why take the chance. --Ronald Reagan
Death is the most convenient time to tax rich people. --David Lloyd George
Anyone can get old. All you have to do is live long enough. --Groucho Marx
"I think there is a world market for maybe five computers." ---Thomas Watson, Chairman of IBM (1943)
"My parents were glad to see that my new husband looks like a 'regular guy'--no earring or anything. But really I think a man with an earring is better prepared for marriage. I mean, he's already experienced pain and bought jewelry." -- Rita Rudner
"We all live in the twentieth century. Well, I don't live in the twentieth century. --Dan Quayle
"Ron White was not one of the very first original members of the Motown staff, but eventually he was." --Smokey Robinson
"I'm for a stronger death penalty." --President George Bush
"Some people think football is a matter of life and death...I can assure them it is much more serious than that." --Bill Shankly
"Those beelhops in Miami are tip-happy. I ordered a deck of playing cards and the bellboy made fifty-two trips to my room." --Henny Youngman
"I could come back to America..to die..but never, never to live." --Henry James
"There is nothing wrong with Southern California that a rise in the ocean level wouldn't cure." --Ross MacDonald
"The French will only be united under the threat of danger. Nobody can simply bring together a country that has 265 kinds of cheese." --Charles de Gaulle
Hollywood: "A place where they shoot too many pictures and not enough actors." --Walter Winchell
"Hollywood is the only place you can wake up in the morning and hear the birds coughing in the trees." --Joe Frisco
"Adam and Eve had many advantages, but the pricipal one was that they escaped teething." --Mark Twain
"Met a guy this morning with a glass eye. He didn't tell me-it just came out in the conversation." --Jerry Dennis
On opening a new annex at Vancouver City Hall: "I declare this thing open - whatever it is." --Prince Philip, Duke of Edinburgh
"It usually takes me more than 3 weeks to prepare a good impromptu speech." --Mark Twain
"I like long walks, especially when they are taken by people who annoy me." --Fred Allen
"I am extraordinarily patient, provided I get my own way in the end." --Margaret Thatcher
"I can resist everything except temptation." --Oscar Wilde
"Some people pay a compliment as if they expected a receipt." --Frank McKinney Hubbard
"My wife is a light eater; as soon as it's light, she starts eating." --Henny Youngman
The hardest task in a girl's life is to prove to a man that his intentions are serious. --Helen Rowland
It is better to waste one's youth than to do nothing with it at all. --Georges Courteline
The trouble with women in an orchestra is that if they're attractive it will updet my players and if they're not it will upset me. --Thomas Beecham
Writing to a magzine that had published his obituary: I've just read that I am dead. Don't forget to delete me from your list of subscribers. --Rudyard Kipling
If you steal from one author, it's plagiarism; if you steal from many, it's research. --Wilson Misner
No self-respecting fish would be wrapped ina Murdoch newspaper. --Mike Royko
The play was a total success but the audience was a total failure. --Oscar Wilde
A verbal contract isn't worth the paper it's written on. --Sam Goldwyn
Shoot a few scenes out of focus. I want to win the foreign film award. --Billy Wilder (attrib.)
You can pick out actors by the glazed look that comes into their eyes when the conversation wanders away from themselves. --Michael Wilding
It's amazing how many people see you on TV. I did my first television show a month ago and the next day five million televison sets were sold. The people who couldn't sell theirs threw them away.
--Bob Hope
Television: A medium. So called because it is neither rare nor well done. --Ernie Kovacs
If a woman hasn't met the right man by the time she's twenty-four, she may be lucky. --Deborah Kerr
She doesn't not understand the concept of Roman numerals. She thought we just fought World War Eleven. --Joan Rivers
High heels were invented by a woman who had been kissed on the forehead. --Christopher Morley
Women's styles may change but their designs remain the same. --Oscar Wilde
An archaeologist is the best husband a woman can have: the older she gets, the more interested he is in her. --Agatha Christie
Burt Reynolds once asked me out. I was in his room. --Phyllis Diller
When he is late for dinner and I know he must be either having an affair or lying dead in the street, I always hope he's dead. --Judith Viorst
Fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months. --Oscar Wilde
It's not an optical illusion, it just looks like one. --Phil White
"You'll never know until you try it" works pretty well for most unknowns, but "I wonder if it hurts to saw off the tip of my tongue?" is probably not one of them. --Doug Rendall
We are all here on earth to help others; what on earth the others are here for I don't know. --W.H. Auden
If two men agree on everything, you may be sure that one of them is doing the thinking. --Lyndon Baines Johnson
I don't like spinach, and I'm glad I don't, because if I liked it I'd eat it, and I just hate it. --Clarence Darrow
Millions long for immortality who do not know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon. --Susan Ertz
A banker is a fellow who lends you his umbrella when the sun is shining and wants it back the minute it begins to rain. --Mark Twain
Life was a lot simpler when we honored father and mother rather than all the major credit cards. --Robert Orben
"Whenever I watch tv and see those poor, starving kids all over the world, I can't help but cry. I mean, i would love to be that skinny, but not with all those flies and death and death and stuff." --Mariah Carey
"I haven't commited a crime, what I did was fail to comply with the law." -- David Dinkins, New York City mayor answering accusations that he failed to pay his taxes.
"Smoking kills. If you are killed, you have lost a very important part of your life." -- Brooke Shields, during an interview to become spokesperson for an anti-smoking campaign.
"Outside the killings, Washington has one of the lowest crime rates in the country. -- Mayor Marion Barry, Washington D.C.
Funny quotes!! Truer words never spoken!! Not so much of a question, as a request?? 2?
Gezzz....are you "bloody bored" or what? LOL
Reply:Enjoyed that, some good ones there.
Reply:Thank you!!
Reply:I love any quote by Dorothy Parker
Reply:I do like my Quotes and Quips...
Reply:www.brainyquotes.com have loads of them. I love looking at them.
Nasty Atheists...I wont preach at you..just do one thing for me ....?
I was told last nite not to impose my will on you..my morals..( funny..I never did ..but what the heck )...so..Do you want to run thru the streets..naked and screaming ? Ok..fine.But would you plz warn me so I can close the shades ? Do you want to dash about..raging in canine fury ? ok..fine..but could you plz warn me so I can make sure I got all my shots ? Do you want to swing naked in the trees on vines ? Ok..fine..but would you plz wait till ur on the ground be4 doing any body functions ? Or warn me and send me an umbrella ? NOT THAT IM PREACHING OR IMPOSING...God forbid! oops....I mean...Tarzan forbid! Do you want to do all that mating dance thingie that the creatures do ? OK fine..but could you plz pick some dance music thats top 40 and not play that Lion King stuff..over and over and over and over again ? I mean ..come on..enuffs enuff..
Nasty Atheists...I wont preach at you..just do one thing for me ....?
omg I love it!!!!! High 5 you!! o/
Reply:mmm..ok
Reply:You don't have any morals to impose on anyone, you incorrigible brat.
What happened to the belly button picture?
And, exactly WHAT are you doing in your current picture?
It looks like you are enjoying yourself and we all know pleasure is a SIN.
You are so going to hell!!!!
*you brat*
Reply:uhhhh what? Please don't impose your stupidity on us! Really, have you ever really stopped and listened to yourself? Is this supposed to prove a point or are you high?
Reply:Yes, Annie..... enuffs enuff. With your condescending attitude and allusions to "vine swinging", "little hairy arms" (from last nite), and the many other derogatory and demeaning things you say to and about atheists.
I'm sure you're a very nice person as long as people share your personal beliefs. It's too bad you can't exhibit the so-called xtian values you seem to espouse (or at least allude to when you're putting down atheists.)
I'm sorry, is my negativity to your "holier than thou" attitude showing? In my opinion (and we all know what opinions are like) you are unwilling to accept a very basic fact about people..... and that is: the only thing people share in common is their ability to be different from one another. That doesn't make YOU a bad person, now does it?
[ADDED]
Annie, Annie, Annie..... if you're going to try to engage in a meaningful dialogue with somebody, at least use a dictionary. I found this using the Yahoo! dictionary. Ironic, isn't it that they used an uncited quote from the New York Times. Remind you of anyone close to you?
chutz·pah also hutz·pah (tsp, ht-) KEY
NOUN:
Utter nerve; effrontery: "has the chutzpah to claim a lock on God and morality" (New York Times).
--------------------------------------...
ETYMOLOGY:
Yiddish khutspe, from Mishnaic Hebrew upâ, from ap, to be insolent; see p in Semitic roots
If anyone using this forum has exhibited chutzpah, I believe it's you. But again, that's just my opinion :-)
You don't need my email address, snail mail address, or Gettysburg Address if you want to tell me where my thinking is wrong. And I still think that deep down inside you..... there's probably a nice person trying to escape.
One more thing, Annie. This isn't a challenge. It's just one atheist's thoughts that are, shall we say, more liberal and accepting than yours. Oh my non-god..... does that mean an atheist can exhibit high moral standards, love and acceptance WITHOUT benefit of a god? Who'da thunk??
[2ND ADDED]
OK, Annie..... you've piqued my curiosity. I'll probably regret this but you can email me. (merriam1340-misc2 %26lt;at%26gt; yahoo.com)
And thanks for the comparison to Hamen. I'll take that as a compliment. But I take exception to the polyunsaturated dig. I'm saturated through and through :-)
Reply:Oh stop trying to be liked by these ridiculous people. You are better than that.
Reply:lololololololol!!!!!!!!!!
Reply:Wow... OK, what the hell was that? Aside from being a far fetched ad homonym attack on atheists. Seriously what on earth was that?! I'm absolutely at a loss for any kind of response.
[EDIT]
Apparently its all a big joke, i guess i'm in on it now.
Reply:don't listen to those people that call you stupid or a brat cuz you know that you aren't keep being who God made you and never compromise that
Nasty Atheists...I wont preach at you..just do one thing for me ....?
omg I love it!!!!! High 5 you!! o/
Reply:mmm..ok
Reply:You don't have any morals to impose on anyone, you incorrigible brat.
What happened to the belly button picture?
And, exactly WHAT are you doing in your current picture?
It looks like you are enjoying yourself and we all know pleasure is a SIN.
You are so going to hell!!!!
*you brat*
Reply:uhhhh what? Please don't impose your stupidity on us! Really, have you ever really stopped and listened to yourself? Is this supposed to prove a point or are you high?
Reply:Yes, Annie..... enuffs enuff. With your condescending attitude and allusions to "vine swinging", "little hairy arms" (from last nite), and the many other derogatory and demeaning things you say to and about atheists.
I'm sure you're a very nice person as long as people share your personal beliefs. It's too bad you can't exhibit the so-called xtian values you seem to espouse (or at least allude to when you're putting down atheists.)
I'm sorry, is my negativity to your "holier than thou" attitude showing? In my opinion (and we all know what opinions are like) you are unwilling to accept a very basic fact about people..... and that is: the only thing people share in common is their ability to be different from one another. That doesn't make YOU a bad person, now does it?
[ADDED]
Annie, Annie, Annie..... if you're going to try to engage in a meaningful dialogue with somebody, at least use a dictionary. I found this using the Yahoo! dictionary. Ironic, isn't it that they used an uncited quote from the New York Times. Remind you of anyone close to you?
chutz·pah also hutz·pah (tsp, ht-) KEY
NOUN:
Utter nerve; effrontery: "has the chutzpah to claim a lock on God and morality" (New York Times).
--------------------------------------...
ETYMOLOGY:
Yiddish khutspe, from Mishnaic Hebrew upâ, from ap, to be insolent; see p in Semitic roots
If anyone using this forum has exhibited chutzpah, I believe it's you. But again, that's just my opinion :-)
You don't need my email address, snail mail address, or Gettysburg Address if you want to tell me where my thinking is wrong. And I still think that deep down inside you..... there's probably a nice person trying to escape.
One more thing, Annie. This isn't a challenge. It's just one atheist's thoughts that are, shall we say, more liberal and accepting than yours. Oh my non-god..... does that mean an atheist can exhibit high moral standards, love and acceptance WITHOUT benefit of a god? Who'da thunk??
[2ND ADDED]
OK, Annie..... you've piqued my curiosity. I'll probably regret this but you can email me. (merriam1340-misc2 %26lt;at%26gt; yahoo.com)
And thanks for the comparison to Hamen. I'll take that as a compliment. But I take exception to the polyunsaturated dig. I'm saturated through and through :-)
Reply:Oh stop trying to be liked by these ridiculous people. You are better than that.
Reply:lololololololol!!!!!!!!!!
Reply:Wow... OK, what the hell was that? Aside from being a far fetched ad homonym attack on atheists. Seriously what on earth was that?! I'm absolutely at a loss for any kind of response.
[EDIT]
Apparently its all a big joke, i guess i'm in on it now.
Reply:don't listen to those people that call you stupid or a brat cuz you know that you aren't keep being who God made you and never compromise that
Which of the following sounds like a great vacation or retreat?
1. rolling sand dunes
2. waterfalls %26amp; palm trees
3. mountain spa
4. snow packed hillsides
5. beach chairs %26amp; drink with an paper umbrella in it
6. dirt or mud track
7. amusement park rides
8. clowns,balloons %26amp; cotton candy
9. changing of the guards
10. camel riding
More than one answer is cool...=)
thanx~
Which of the following sounds like a great vacation or retreat?
2%26amp;3%26amp;5%26amp;6 but 5 would have to be my top pick! I'm ready to go now! Too much work...
Reply:2. waterfalls %26amp; palm trees
3. mountain spa
4. snow packed hillsides
5. beach chairs %26amp; drink with an paper umbrella in it
7. amusement park rides
9. changing of the guards
Reply:waterfalls and palm trees
mountain spa
beach chairs and drink with a paper umbrella in it
amusement park rides
camel riding
Basically, anywhere warm. Also, anywhere with rollercoasters.
Reply:2, 5, and 7
Reply:3. mountain spa
9. changing of the guards
Reply:2. waterfalls %26amp; palm trees
5. beach chairs %26amp; drink with an paper umbrella in it
:)
Reply:1, 2, and 5 work for me.
Reply:3, 5, 7, 8...... oh what the heck i LOVE all of them :)
Reply:amusement park rides
Reply:2, 3, 4, 5
and Spain
Reply:1 and 7!
Reply:2 and 5
2. waterfalls %26amp; palm trees
3. mountain spa
4. snow packed hillsides
5. beach chairs %26amp; drink with an paper umbrella in it
6. dirt or mud track
7. amusement park rides
8. clowns,balloons %26amp; cotton candy
9. changing of the guards
10. camel riding
More than one answer is cool...=)
thanx~
Which of the following sounds like a great vacation or retreat?
2%26amp;3%26amp;5%26amp;6 but 5 would have to be my top pick! I'm ready to go now! Too much work...
Reply:2. waterfalls %26amp; palm trees
3. mountain spa
4. snow packed hillsides
5. beach chairs %26amp; drink with an paper umbrella in it
7. amusement park rides
9. changing of the guards
Reply:waterfalls and palm trees
mountain spa
beach chairs and drink with a paper umbrella in it
amusement park rides
camel riding
Basically, anywhere warm. Also, anywhere with rollercoasters.
Reply:2, 5, and 7
Reply:3. mountain spa
9. changing of the guards
Reply:2. waterfalls %26amp; palm trees
5. beach chairs %26amp; drink with an paper umbrella in it
:)
Reply:1, 2, and 5 work for me.
Reply:3, 5, 7, 8...... oh what the heck i LOVE all of them :)
Reply:amusement park rides
Reply:2, 3, 4, 5
and Spain
Reply:1 and 7!
Reply:2 and 5
This story I found around town?
Let me know if you guys like it this is only 1/3 of the real book, plus there is like three other books after this one too! I can totally get my friend who writes these books to post them here!
Prologue :
Running, it seems I only ever run is when I am in danger. And that seems to increase more, and more whenever I'm around the people I love the most. I must decide to either sacrifice them, or to just keep running. And today is the day I decide, today is New-Years! And the day I discover my destiny, (hopefully I will get out of here in one piece!)
Chapter One : The Beginning To It All
"Happy New-Years!", it seems thats all I hear today. Why am I cursed to keep the planet intact? Why not my father, or my mother, oh yeah their both dead now. "Dang it all", "and right when it's New-Years, what kind of luck will god rain upon me this year?"
Here's my story o.k, my name is Akita, Gou and I'm sixteen years old this year, my birthday is New-Year's. My parents Asohma Gou (my mother), and Woy Gou(my father) well.... they recently died in a car accident, and the reason I'm not sobbing my eyes out is because my father always told me " Akita, no matter how much you cry you will not change a thing". So this is why I usually show no emotions, and why I have no friends(which is probably a good thing considering I have to keep the planet in one piece, and keep peace). And So I am now an orphan, and my grandfather took me into his home. He's the one who told me of my curse "Akita, it is your destiny to keep this world intact as one, and keep peace with the people, it was your mother and fathers destiny until they passed on.... but now it is yours, and you shall fulfill it, and when you marry, your husband will join you in your quest. Now here is the other half... you must give a child. Well that is all... I suppose you should be off to school now." And thats where this story starts, lucky me huh?
Chapter Two : My Curse, and a boyfriend!?
Now I'm walking to school, and I just found out that I have to keep this world intact, and in peace. Well better just get the day over with, and call the old home, cause grandpa has defiantly gone crazy! "Oh hey Akita, what are you doing walking to school all alone? Mind if I walk with you?" Oh my god was that Chad Maori, the most popular guy in the universe, asking to walk with me!? "Uh yeah, of course...." "Good, I've been meaning to talk with you lately Akita, but whenever I do you vanish in thin air... are you hiding something Akita Gou?" (If only you knew half of it Chad...) "Uh what do you mean? I don't recall vanishing, I mean I don't think your wrong it's just...(dang it why can't I ever be cool around him, its like he takes all my meaning and words right out of my mouth) " "No it's cool, I mean you are kind of mysterious, but not in a bad way Akita. I'd like it if we could hang out after school, maybe go bowling, or go to a movie?" "Yeah sure, today after school I'm free.(Jeez there I go again, he'll probably say something came up and he just remembered or something like that... I'm such a total dork!) "Awesome meet me after soccer practice by the pool o.k, see you there bye!" O.k I am going on a date with the hottest, cutest guy on the planet! Score for Akita Gou, oh yeah, oh yeah... Oh crud I'm late for class!
Chapter Three : My Date With Chad Maori
I know I'm a total dork, but I just couldn't wait for my date with Chad Maori! So of course I showed up an hour early by the pool waiting for Chad. (He's an hour late, I've been standing here for over two full hours, and I think my face is sunburned.) "Sorry I'm late coach wanted us to do some extra soccer drills before we left. Hope I didn't make you stand here for very long Akita!" "No not at all, I just got here too!" (total lie, but I don't want to make him fell like a total jerk face.) "Well, o.k lets get out of here and go and do something o.k! So what do you want to go do, whatever you name it Akita! " "Uh how about going bowling(not too romantic, and not like were just hanging out as friends, it's perfect!) So we were playing our game of bowling, and he was letting me win so badly. I noticed after he literally threw his ball in the gutter of the lane. I had twenty-three points in the end, and Chad had two. I guess he's just a really sweet guy, nothing like I thought he would be(a bossy, selfish diva). After he dropped me off at grandpa's house he told me he had a good time and that we should do it again sometime. I nearly screamed when he said that(see I do have some emotions)." See you later Akita!" I ran to my room and just started dancing around my room like I was on a cloud in heaven! " Nice, Akita you look real happy today, and really hot why don't we ever go on a date?" Oh my god who was this guy, and why did he know me, how did he know where I lived(yellow pages of course!) and why was he on my bed?
Chapter Four : The Mystery Man On My Bed
"Ashen's my name, and I know all about your little secret! So your grandpa sent for me to take you with me... don't worry we'll get fully acquainted on the way. And I guess you can say good-bye to your friends, your boyfriend whatever you want Akita." "I don't have any friends, and I don't have a boyfriend either! You know that, you jerk I remember you Ashen! Your the boy who flirted with every girl on my street but they all rejected you, but I accepted you as my friend... then you just vanished. What happened to you and why didn't you tell me where you were going?" "Listen Akita, I told you we'll talk more when we get where were going." So I was ready to leave now, and we settled off to wherever Ashen was taking me. We got there, and it doesn't look anything I remember it to be.
Chapter Five : A Trip Down Memories Lane
Ashen when are you going to give up on those stuck up girls? Thats what I ask myself every time I see him drop down on one knee, and then ask the girl "will you marry me?" And the usual response "no way get away from me, freak!" I would giggle at the very sight of his actions, he seemed different from everyone else.... and thats why I asked him if he would be my friend of course he said "yes" and we became good friends. We were like siamese twins never leaving one anothers sight and when one of us did the other would go into a coma thinking "why, why did you leave me all alone" well this time Ashen didn't show up I did the same thing I locked myself up in my room called him, and called until my cell-phone died. He had been gone for over a week now, and I was worried. I didn't know where to look, I did know one thing though Ashen was gone and he was never coming back. He didn't even say goodbye, or anything! So eventually my mom and dad worried about me, they asked every day what was wrong, they sent me to counseling hoping to get an answer. But I swore I would never utter a single word until I saw Ashen again... I knew I missed my best-friend, he was the only one I could really talk to, to laugh about dumb stuff. I knew he liked me too, and thats what hurt the most, knowing he loved me and that maybe I loved him too. That is what burdened me the most so much that I thought I would die. I wanted him back it was over a month, that I hadn't seen him... thats when I decided to speak I needed to know anything, just something to tell me he was o.k! They said his father got mad, real mad and struck him so hard that two of Ashen's teeth fell out! And thats when his father really lost it, his father decided that if Ashen loved me and not him he would kill Ashen, then come after me too. Thats when Ashen took the knife and plunged it into his fathers arm his father was stuck and knew Ashen would kill him.... but he didn't he sparred his life , took the knife right out of his fathers arm and said "if you lay a finger on Akita I'll kill for real next time." And just disappeared. But I knew where he was going, he was going to Sojen Temple to become stronger. He said "Akita I'm going to the temple, so I can come back and kidnap you, then marry you and protect you forever" then he just vanished. But later on I found this temple, it was amazing cherry blossom trees scattered throughout the land, there were villages and farms dotted along the path to the temple. People were kind there, they were hospitable, and helpful to anyone! One gave me a place to sleep, and some dinner. They told me where to find the Sojen Temple, how to find Ashen! But thats where they're wrong... the temple never heard of an Ashen. I fainted and woke up in my room, "it was just a dream..."
Chapter Six : Ashen Will Explain It All
Ashen said that he would explain everything, but we've been here for over an hour. What's taking him so long anyway "I'll be back in two minutes, behave yourself while I'm gone Akita!" (yeah right, I wonder if coming here was such a good idea?) "I'm back Akita, how did you handle everything?" "Umm, good I guess, so your going to explain everything now? "Later, now you should eat something you look horrible Akita!" "Why you!"(what does he mean by horrible? I hope it's because he's just trying to change the subject!) Well, when I wake up tomorrow he's talking or I'll make him talk! O.k it's the next day I'm waiting for Ashen to wake up.... oh what's this a picture? Ha ha it's of us when we were little, I remember this. "Oh, you found that old thing?" (people always say that just to be modest...) I do remember that day, we were all muddy, and cold(it was raining that day, and I forgot my umbrella) so Ashen opened his and handed it to me... he got a cold the next day, and I felt horrible letting me take his umbrella while he got drenched with rain. "Ha ha ha." "What is is Akita, what's so funny?" "Nothing at all, I just remembered that day when we took this picture." I missed those times, when we were just simple kids and nothing else. "So are you going to explain?" "Yeah, I guess I've made you wait long enough, Akita. Where to start, where to start? Well I'll start on why your old gramps sent me to come get you. Well heres the short answer, you were going to be murdered by something that you can't kill.... I came right when your old gramps called because, I wouldn't let my true love die. I promised you that when I was done training, that I would protect you, right? Well there's that answer, so what else do you want me to tell you Akita?" I ran, I ran right when he finished his sentence, because I was scared (.... I was going to be murdered, and did Ashen just say he loves me? This is all happening all so fast.... I need to get home, and quickly too!)
This story I found around town?
I'm sorry THIS IS TOO LONG!
Reply:a free editor? ... good luck.
Reply:Oh my god it's my story, I can't believe Betty put this on here!? Oh well I already posted the first four chapters anyway!
I'M THE AUTHOR!!!!!!
Hair
Prologue :
Running, it seems I only ever run is when I am in danger. And that seems to increase more, and more whenever I'm around the people I love the most. I must decide to either sacrifice them, or to just keep running. And today is the day I decide, today is New-Years! And the day I discover my destiny, (hopefully I will get out of here in one piece!)
Chapter One : The Beginning To It All
"Happy New-Years!", it seems thats all I hear today. Why am I cursed to keep the planet intact? Why not my father, or my mother, oh yeah their both dead now. "Dang it all", "and right when it's New-Years, what kind of luck will god rain upon me this year?"
Here's my story o.k, my name is Akita, Gou and I'm sixteen years old this year, my birthday is New-Year's. My parents Asohma Gou (my mother), and Woy Gou(my father) well.... they recently died in a car accident, and the reason I'm not sobbing my eyes out is because my father always told me " Akita, no matter how much you cry you will not change a thing". So this is why I usually show no emotions, and why I have no friends(which is probably a good thing considering I have to keep the planet in one piece, and keep peace). And So I am now an orphan, and my grandfather took me into his home. He's the one who told me of my curse "Akita, it is your destiny to keep this world intact as one, and keep peace with the people, it was your mother and fathers destiny until they passed on.... but now it is yours, and you shall fulfill it, and when you marry, your husband will join you in your quest. Now here is the other half... you must give a child. Well that is all... I suppose you should be off to school now." And thats where this story starts, lucky me huh?
Chapter Two : My Curse, and a boyfriend!?
Now I'm walking to school, and I just found out that I have to keep this world intact, and in peace. Well better just get the day over with, and call the old home, cause grandpa has defiantly gone crazy! "Oh hey Akita, what are you doing walking to school all alone? Mind if I walk with you?" Oh my god was that Chad Maori, the most popular guy in the universe, asking to walk with me!? "Uh yeah, of course...." "Good, I've been meaning to talk with you lately Akita, but whenever I do you vanish in thin air... are you hiding something Akita Gou?" (If only you knew half of it Chad...) "Uh what do you mean? I don't recall vanishing, I mean I don't think your wrong it's just...(dang it why can't I ever be cool around him, its like he takes all my meaning and words right out of my mouth) " "No it's cool, I mean you are kind of mysterious, but not in a bad way Akita. I'd like it if we could hang out after school, maybe go bowling, or go to a movie?" "Yeah sure, today after school I'm free.(Jeez there I go again, he'll probably say something came up and he just remembered or something like that... I'm such a total dork!) "Awesome meet me after soccer practice by the pool o.k, see you there bye!" O.k I am going on a date with the hottest, cutest guy on the planet! Score for Akita Gou, oh yeah, oh yeah... Oh crud I'm late for class!
Chapter Three : My Date With Chad Maori
I know I'm a total dork, but I just couldn't wait for my date with Chad Maori! So of course I showed up an hour early by the pool waiting for Chad. (He's an hour late, I've been standing here for over two full hours, and I think my face is sunburned.) "Sorry I'm late coach wanted us to do some extra soccer drills before we left. Hope I didn't make you stand here for very long Akita!" "No not at all, I just got here too!" (total lie, but I don't want to make him fell like a total jerk face.) "Well, o.k lets get out of here and go and do something o.k! So what do you want to go do, whatever you name it Akita! " "Uh how about going bowling(not too romantic, and not like were just hanging out as friends, it's perfect!) So we were playing our game of bowling, and he was letting me win so badly. I noticed after he literally threw his ball in the gutter of the lane. I had twenty-three points in the end, and Chad had two. I guess he's just a really sweet guy, nothing like I thought he would be(a bossy, selfish diva). After he dropped me off at grandpa's house he told me he had a good time and that we should do it again sometime. I nearly screamed when he said that(see I do have some emotions)." See you later Akita!" I ran to my room and just started dancing around my room like I was on a cloud in heaven! " Nice, Akita you look real happy today, and really hot why don't we ever go on a date?" Oh my god who was this guy, and why did he know me, how did he know where I lived(yellow pages of course!) and why was he on my bed?
Chapter Four : The Mystery Man On My Bed
"Ashen's my name, and I know all about your little secret! So your grandpa sent for me to take you with me... don't worry we'll get fully acquainted on the way. And I guess you can say good-bye to your friends, your boyfriend whatever you want Akita." "I don't have any friends, and I don't have a boyfriend either! You know that, you jerk I remember you Ashen! Your the boy who flirted with every girl on my street but they all rejected you, but I accepted you as my friend... then you just vanished. What happened to you and why didn't you tell me where you were going?" "Listen Akita, I told you we'll talk more when we get where were going." So I was ready to leave now, and we settled off to wherever Ashen was taking me. We got there, and it doesn't look anything I remember it to be.
Chapter Five : A Trip Down Memories Lane
Ashen when are you going to give up on those stuck up girls? Thats what I ask myself every time I see him drop down on one knee, and then ask the girl "will you marry me?" And the usual response "no way get away from me, freak!" I would giggle at the very sight of his actions, he seemed different from everyone else.... and thats why I asked him if he would be my friend of course he said "yes" and we became good friends. We were like siamese twins never leaving one anothers sight and when one of us did the other would go into a coma thinking "why, why did you leave me all alone" well this time Ashen didn't show up I did the same thing I locked myself up in my room called him, and called until my cell-phone died. He had been gone for over a week now, and I was worried. I didn't know where to look, I did know one thing though Ashen was gone and he was never coming back. He didn't even say goodbye, or anything! So eventually my mom and dad worried about me, they asked every day what was wrong, they sent me to counseling hoping to get an answer. But I swore I would never utter a single word until I saw Ashen again... I knew I missed my best-friend, he was the only one I could really talk to, to laugh about dumb stuff. I knew he liked me too, and thats what hurt the most, knowing he loved me and that maybe I loved him too. That is what burdened me the most so much that I thought I would die. I wanted him back it was over a month, that I hadn't seen him... thats when I decided to speak I needed to know anything, just something to tell me he was o.k! They said his father got mad, real mad and struck him so hard that two of Ashen's teeth fell out! And thats when his father really lost it, his father decided that if Ashen loved me and not him he would kill Ashen, then come after me too. Thats when Ashen took the knife and plunged it into his fathers arm his father was stuck and knew Ashen would kill him.... but he didn't he sparred his life , took the knife right out of his fathers arm and said "if you lay a finger on Akita I'll kill for real next time." And just disappeared. But I knew where he was going, he was going to Sojen Temple to become stronger. He said "Akita I'm going to the temple, so I can come back and kidnap you, then marry you and protect you forever" then he just vanished. But later on I found this temple, it was amazing cherry blossom trees scattered throughout the land, there were villages and farms dotted along the path to the temple. People were kind there, they were hospitable, and helpful to anyone! One gave me a place to sleep, and some dinner. They told me where to find the Sojen Temple, how to find Ashen! But thats where they're wrong... the temple never heard of an Ashen. I fainted and woke up in my room, "it was just a dream..."
Chapter Six : Ashen Will Explain It All
Ashen said that he would explain everything, but we've been here for over an hour. What's taking him so long anyway "I'll be back in two minutes, behave yourself while I'm gone Akita!" (yeah right, I wonder if coming here was such a good idea?) "I'm back Akita, how did you handle everything?" "Umm, good I guess, so your going to explain everything now? "Later, now you should eat something you look horrible Akita!" "Why you!"(what does he mean by horrible? I hope it's because he's just trying to change the subject!) Well, when I wake up tomorrow he's talking or I'll make him talk! O.k it's the next day I'm waiting for Ashen to wake up.... oh what's this a picture? Ha ha it's of us when we were little, I remember this. "Oh, you found that old thing?" (people always say that just to be modest...) I do remember that day, we were all muddy, and cold(it was raining that day, and I forgot my umbrella) so Ashen opened his and handed it to me... he got a cold the next day, and I felt horrible letting me take his umbrella while he got drenched with rain. "Ha ha ha." "What is is Akita, what's so funny?" "Nothing at all, I just remembered that day when we took this picture." I missed those times, when we were just simple kids and nothing else. "So are you going to explain?" "Yeah, I guess I've made you wait long enough, Akita. Where to start, where to start? Well I'll start on why your old gramps sent me to come get you. Well heres the short answer, you were going to be murdered by something that you can't kill.... I came right when your old gramps called because, I wouldn't let my true love die. I promised you that when I was done training, that I would protect you, right? Well there's that answer, so what else do you want me to tell you Akita?" I ran, I ran right when he finished his sentence, because I was scared (.... I was going to be murdered, and did Ashen just say he loves me? This is all happening all so fast.... I need to get home, and quickly too!)
This story I found around town?
I'm sorry THIS IS TOO LONG!
Reply:a free editor? ... good luck.
Reply:Oh my god it's my story, I can't believe Betty put this on here!? Oh well I already posted the first four chapters anyway!
I'M THE AUTHOR!!!!!!
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Storm painting?
Basically I have got to paint a storm for an exam.
Anyone have any ideas about what I can include?
I was thinking blowing trees in the front and grey clouds with lighting as the background.. maybe an umbrella blowing in the wind...
Storm painting?
Do a dark figure in dark raincoat leaning into the wind, umbrella blown inside, dark %26amp; stormy, rain coming down.
Maybe something tumbling down the street in the wind.
Reply:Basically I like your idea v. much - trees blowing in the foreground and lightening cutting across a grey skey. But I'm not sure that I would depict the whole length of the trees (although that could be alright), instead you could paint right in the front of the picture ust the swaying upper trunks, branches and leaves. I I dont think that an umbrella will add anything to your composition.
It might be worth while to look up paintings by Japanese artist Hiroshige and see how he puts trees into his paintings.
If you want another suggestion you could paint a lighthouse, its beams illuminating a stormy sea. The sky could be as you suggest with lightening streaking across it. Another addition to this picture, might be a boat tossing in the great waves.
Reply:A storm is a powerful manifestation of nature's force and you need to picture it that way. Strong brush strokes, dynamic lines and distorted shapes are a good way to go. It's less about what you draw and more of how you draw it.
Don't get caught up in details and keep your focus on the overall atmosphere of the image.
Reply:Storm starts in the sky try doing what a storm cloud looks like rolling in over a field or an ocean.
Reply:a tornado would also be good in the distance....but i do like your ideas.
Anyone have any ideas about what I can include?
I was thinking blowing trees in the front and grey clouds with lighting as the background.. maybe an umbrella blowing in the wind...
Storm painting?
Do a dark figure in dark raincoat leaning into the wind, umbrella blown inside, dark %26amp; stormy, rain coming down.
Maybe something tumbling down the street in the wind.
Reply:Basically I like your idea v. much - trees blowing in the foreground and lightening cutting across a grey skey. But I'm not sure that I would depict the whole length of the trees (although that could be alright), instead you could paint right in the front of the picture ust the swaying upper trunks, branches and leaves. I I dont think that an umbrella will add anything to your composition.
It might be worth while to look up paintings by Japanese artist Hiroshige and see how he puts trees into his paintings.
If you want another suggestion you could paint a lighthouse, its beams illuminating a stormy sea. The sky could be as you suggest with lightening streaking across it. Another addition to this picture, might be a boat tossing in the great waves.
Reply:A storm is a powerful manifestation of nature's force and you need to picture it that way. Strong brush strokes, dynamic lines and distorted shapes are a good way to go. It's less about what you draw and more of how you draw it.
Don't get caught up in details and keep your focus on the overall atmosphere of the image.
Reply:Storm starts in the sky try doing what a storm cloud looks like rolling in over a field or an ocean.
Reply:a tornado would also be good in the distance....but i do like your ideas.
READ me plz! its easy plz! dont be chicken?
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Blood Feather
I remember…wind licking at our faces, the Californian sun shining intensely. I was just 10 years old… it was on this day my happy life came to an abrupt halt. My dad, Peter, suggested that we should go to the beach, together. My mother and I were playing in the sand, as she built a sandcastle we would sit and watch the water eat it away. We glanced down the beach; the sun seemed to be painting a picture for our eyes to feast on. “Dolphin! Dolphin!” We gazed up to see my little brother Charlie splashing in the waves. My mother managed a frown and raised an eyebrow. My mother ran over gracefully, but quickly, and snatched him up out of the water. Looking disappointed Charlie glanced over at dad. “What’s the matter?” He said lowering his sun glasses. “I saw a dolphin!” “It wasn’t a dolphin, Peter,” mother said in a matter-of-fact tone. “Honey,” he said getting up from his seat “why don’t you let him dream a little?” Father’s hair swirled about him madly, looking like a chocolate colored tumble weed. He strided over to Charles and put him easily back in the water. Charlie continued his pursuit toward a hermit crab, going farther out. “There see?” father said. And upon saying this he gazed up at Charles, his eyes shining. Then he noticed a shadow, moving about menacingly a few feet from Charles. Instinctively father dove into the water, picked Charles up, and hurled him toward the shore. The shadow sped vigorously toward father. And in less than a second something had him. The aqua water was suddenly a dark crimson where father was standing. Swimming in a panicky fashion, he tried to head to shore. My mother could do nothing but sit at the waters edge and watch in despair. “Hurry!” She yelled angrily at him. Father was weak from swimming, “He’s got me now,” he said exhaustedly still panicking. “No please don’t leave me!” mother shouted. Her eyes were brimming over with tears and she stared at him intensely, lovingly. Father’s face grew hard and reddened; as he looked at her he inhaled and punched the shark’s nose with all his strength. The shark sped away, there were others, but for now the coast was clear. His eyes grew tired and he fainted, head slamming against the water as he fell. Mother ran to him and dragged him on shore. The sand was now crimson as well; some coral must have scraped his back on the way in. My brother and I stared at our bloody mess of a Father, too young to understand. Knowing what mother would want of me, I convinced my brother to go shell hunting with me. Mother threw a thanking glance in my direction. I nodded my head and went on. I stopped at a nearby pile of shells, letting my brother sift through them. He seemed worried but didn’t speak. I looked back and an ambulance was parked on the sand. They put father on the stretcher and zoomed away. Mother gently picked up his sunglasses and placed them on her head. She stroked Charles’s bleach blonde hair and picked him up. She cradled him and I watched in amazement as he drifted to sleep. She looked up at me, her soft golden hair resting on her shoulders.
“Is father okay?” I asked in a low voice.
“I – I don’t know.” She said in a whisper, trying to fight tears.
Mother coolly walked to where our car was parked. A cute little yellow Pontiac, which reminded me of a big banana. She placed Charles in the backseat, looking at him thoughtfully. I stared out the window at palm trees flying past us. I stared blankly at the road and calmly asked where we were going.
“Home for now.”
“What about father?”
“The paramedic team said that the hospital would call when he’s ready to come home.” “I don’t want to visit; it may be too much on Charles.”
Mother focused her rear view mirror toward Charles. He sighed and was holding his arm in a strange position.
“Mother,” I said pausing to turn toward her “I think his arm is hurt.”
“No. He’s fine. He’s probably in the “sucking the thumb” position.”
This was a good excuse since he was only four. Her cell phone started ringing franticly, it startled my brother. Mother slowly lifted it up to answer.
“Hello?” she said shakily.
“Oh really, already?”
“Okay then we’ll be there shortly” she gulped after she answered the phone and said nothing about what they had told her.
Rain started pouring down on us as we drove steadily to the hospital making the mood even more depressing. A tall coral shaped white building appeared from the haze as we moved closer. We parked the car near the front. As the engine died mother warned us not to stare and not to be scared she tried to smile encouragingly but it didn’t work that well. I opened the door and stuck my foot out I realized the parking lot was flooded with at least ten inches of water. My legs were short and the water swallowed my foot and touched the top of my shorts. Mother scooped Charles up and we proceeded to the front door. We had no umbrella, and so as we stepped inside the huge sliding doors people stared. I looked up at mother. The rain hadn’t affected her height but her hair was a brunet color and seemed to be covered with hairspray, not flowing about anymore. She didn’t look at the people who stared, but gracefully walked to the elevator. I struggled to keep up. Mother punched in some buttons and up we went my, stomach descending farther down. Then the elevator stopped with a jerk and we stepped out. My stomach was protesting but I moved forward. The halls were long and had many doors on either side. Some pictures that looked like they belonged in a beach hotel lined the walls. Mother stopped and knocked on one of the doors peering into a high window. A nurse opened the door and beckoned us in. Father lay there, eyes closed, unmoving. A white blanket covered him to his waist. He looked fine. The nurse was telling mother about his surgery and how well he was doing. Then tears started rolling down her tan face and we left. In the car mother gained some of her strength again and sniffing she said,
“Father…may be a little different from now on,” she paused to stick the key in the ignition. From the back seat Charles squirmed and sat up.
“What do you mean?” he asked with sleepy eyes.
Mother sighed and preceded, “His leg. His leg is gone.”
The car was silent, and we drove home. I must have fallen asleep, I felt mother take me in her arms moving gingerly and sit me down on the bed. My eyes opened and I saw her sitting with me.
“Are you awake Grace?” she asked not looking at me.
“Yeah,” I said not actually sure of what I had said.
“Father won’t be home for a while.”
“Where is he? Is he okay?” I asked anxiously.
“Shhh!”
She quietly tucked me in again.
I woke to the sound of yelling. It was coming from mother and father’s room.
“This is all your fault!” she rambled on.
She must have been on the phone with dad.
“Charles… he could’ve been killed!” she sighed heavily and plopped down on the bed.
I was quite surprised Charles didn’t get up and poke his head out of his bedroom door. I got up and opened my door slowly, inch by inch. As it squealed in protest I squinted my eyes, hoping it wasn’t too loud. Once it was open I carefully walked down the hall. Our family pictures stared at me and my bare feet made sticky noises on our wooden floors as I passed them. A faint light coming from the door made a line going up the pale yellow wall. I peered through the crack of the door. Mother was sitting on the bed and some light was coming from the window. She was sobbing. I decided I would give her some time alone, so I went back to bed.
* * *
I woke up, what seemed like, seven years later. Those years rushed past me… only hazy nightmares I couldn’t see. I was now seventeen and had finally gotten a decent car to drive to school. It was a robin’s eggshell blue Volkswagen convertible. Dad moved to California and mom, Charles, and I moved to Chicago. I missed the sunny days of my past life, but in Chicago that couldn’t be helped. It was always cloudy there. Mom had driven us away immediately after the night at our house and into the clouds of Chicago Illinois. My new school was an old school, what was left of it anyways. It was just a big boring brick building. I doubted my looks would help me get any friends. I was tall, sort of, and blonde. My skin was tan, thanks to the sun, I was super skinny too. I looked like a living rail. My first day was horrid. People made fun of my arms, which were skinny too. I rolled my eyes at them when I heard them talking about me. My last class was band, people stared at me and when Coach Luke, the teacher, introduced me… it made things even worse. When I stood I almost fell, my knees collapsing under me. I luckily landed in my chair, sighing with relief when I landed. I didn’t pull my flute out and play, but instead read my book, Coach didn’t seem to notice… or mind. I got interested when coach left the room and the girls beside me began to talk.
“Oh my gosh did you see how hot he was!” the brunet said beaming.
“Whatever. You’re so obsessed with him, he’s new. Give him a break.” The strawberry blonde rolled her eyes and looked at the clock on the wall.
“Have you noticed what a cute couple they make?” the brunet ignored the other’s comment.
I heard someone giggling at the back of the room. I laid my book on the ground and turned to see who it was. A muscular boy was hugging this girl. I stared at him; my heart skipped beats and fell to the bottom of nowhere. He was tall and pale, his lips reminded me of the crimson color of a rose. His skin along with his lips looked like the same texture of a flowers petal, soft, delicate, and fragile. The girl was a medium height and had dirty blonde hair that was very long. She too, was pale. He paused hugging her a minute to glance up, his eyes met mine, and he looked intently at me scanning me all over. He looked away, though, as soon as he got the chance. They looked at the door with a concerned expression and quickly but gracefully found their seats. Their movements blew my mind. I was sure if a deer was in the room it wouldn’t have noticed their movement. He was beaming straight ahead, at nothing in particular, and his perfect white smile seemed to bore a hole through me. I looked away so I wouldn’t go blind by his radiance. The brunet nudged me in the shoulder.
“He’s looking at you.” She said through her teeth.
I was petrified; sure his smile would bore through me this time. Coach walked through the door and looked down at his wrist watch.
“Five, four, three two…” he counted down.
The loud bell coming from a speaker on the wall startled me and I jumped. I could hear him laughing at me. I ignored it.
“Bye! See you tomorrow!” Coach boomed across the room. Coach was buff, I was sure he must’ve been a football player. I turned around to look for him but he and the girl were gone, in fact, every one was gone. How long had I been just sitting there listening to his silk like husky laughter flow over me? I hopped up and headed to the parking lot. My mind went blank as I thought of him. I found myself sitting there staring out the windshield of my convertible. I put the key in the ignition and the purr of the diesel motor awakened me. The sky was cloudy and set numbers of grey shadows onto the front of our house. Our house was only a one story, which was convenient enough. It was Californian style with a terracotta roof and tan stucco textured paint. There were some small palm trees in the flower bed. It didn’t remind me of California, only because it was too cloudy. I parked my bug in our curved driveway and stepped out. Mom, who of course wasn’t home yet, was busied with the chore of picking Charles up from school. I walked inside, sat my keys on the table, and picked up a snack. I turned on the TV and nearly tripped over the coffee table when I saw the commercial, my snack went flying of course. It was an advertisement for pools, but that didn’t matter, it was the fact the guy who was modeling for it looked exactly like him. My heart skipped beats, but then I thought of that girl he was hugging.
“If he already has a girlfriend why was he staring at me?” I thought aloud. “Oh well, who needs a stupid boyfriend anyway.”
I was still obsessed with him, no matter how hard I tried to resist… I failed. There was just something about him. I heard some bumping noises and looked over to see mother and Charles walking in the door. I was sprawled out all over the floor, an obvious scene for an accident. She gathered the evidence I might be hurt and rushed over to help.
“What happened?” she sounded shocked.
“Ummm… I tripped.” I fibbed quickly, leaving out the part about the commercial, it sounded convincing enough.
“Well honey, you are seventeen, I expected I could leave you at home alone.” her tone was expecting, disappointed.
“No really I.” I was interrupted when Charles broke in.
“You should be more careful. I’ve seen a drunk person with better balance.” He said mockingly.
I ignored him and got some ice for my leg. I must have landed half on the coffee table half on the carpet. It was nearly ten when I caught myself, again, staring into space… on my bed this time. I clicked off my lamp and tried to sleep. I felt utterly stupid; I just couldn’t resist thinking about him. I tried to remind myself he had a girlfriend, but I couldn’t shake him off. On my way to school the next morning I didn’t seem to think about him much, not until a black car that reminded me of his Porsche Cayman passed by. I smacked my forehead and nearly ran off the road. The car behind me blew their horn. I did finally arrive at school, a little on the irritated side. I didn’t see his Porsche in the parking lot though, and so I hung my head and moped my way to my first class. School passed and he wasn’t there, I found myself thinking of and looking for him.
“How did school go today?” Mom asked when I got home later than usual.
“Okay.” My mouth said but my mind said not okay.
I went to bed with an empty stomach shoving my brother aside as I went. I wasn’t hungry, for food at least, but I was hungry, for him. In the morning I found myself engulfing three pop tarts. On the way to school I veered off the road again, and as the other day, the car behind me honked. I was going crazy. I needed socialization… but with whom could I talk with. No one. I’d left all my friends behind in California. For the first few days, I only needed the memory of him. But today my socialization level was low, and my brain urged me to talk to someone, anyone. Say something. In my English class I exploded to the girl next to me. Mr.Birk shushed me and I, in answer, shushed him. Not a good idea. I was given a note to take to the principle, Mr.Birks pointed to the door and I proceeded, glaring at him as I shut the door.
“Grace Whitman to the principal for defiance.” The note said in red ink that infuriated me.
I ripped it up instantly and threw it into the large garbage can next to the wall. As I headed to the bathroom I scowled at the boy that watched me rip the note up. I grumbled as I opened the door of the bathroom and proceeded to the next stall. I flipped the lid down and sat, balled up, on the toilet. I contented my mind with reading the graffiti on the walls. The most common verse written on the wall was Philip is mine or I love Philip. The bell rang and I willingly left to go to band.
“Stupid, ugly, bald, English teacher.” I thought of Mr.Birks face when I said this to myself.
The look of defeat filled the wrinkles on his aged face. I smiled victoriously to this thought and headed to band.
“Don’t forget to take your instruments home and practice for the auditions tomorrow.” Coach Luke said as the bell rang.
I grabbed an audition paper and my flute as I headed for the door. When I got home I pulled out my flute, to distract my mind from him, and practiced. I wasn’t half bad, I wasn’t sure if I’d win the responsibility of the solo or not, not like I wanted it any way, but I was sure I wouldn’t get embarrassed either. When mom and Charles walked through the door I put my flute away automatically. Aware that Charles would want to play it and break it. He did rush over but I turned to put it away before he could speak. I did eat supper tonight, reminded of the horrible hunger that pained me this morning. We ate in silence and after dinner I went to bed. I couldn’t sleep. So I cut my computer on and closed my door. I was thinking of him again. I got on Google and typed in myspace. I got on the site and reviewed all the pictures until I failed in my search and fell asleep in my chair. When I woke in the morning my neck hurt. I ignored it and looked over at the clock.
“Oh!” I realized I was late and rushed out the door.
I ran back in seconds later to grab my flute and paper.
I pushed the petal to the floor today; I didn’t even have time to veer off the road today, much less time to think of him. I rushed to math, my first class, and as I set foot in the door the bell rang. I hopped into my seat and shortly after a large stately figure appeared before me. It stretched out its hand to tap on my desk and I looked up, gulping. Mrs. Heather, the slim blond sweet faced teacher, waited in front of me. She slipped a tardy pass to me. I dropped my head as I felt the other student’s eyes watching me, and slunk to the office. When I felt that Mrs. Heather had looked away I walked instinctively to the bathroom, again. She wouldn’t know. The other pupils wouldn’t either. Why should I care? Well, whatever. All other classes zoomed past leaving band as the last memorable survivor. I thought of him again, staring off into space.
“Next... Ahem…next! Mrs. Whitman?” coach Luke boomed.
I looked up sleepily. I stepped forward to play. I wasn’t scared, only because I didn’t know these students. As I sat in the isolated awaiting seat I looked around the room, and then I froze. He stood out from them all. I stopped breathing as his eyes investigating me. I started noticing my hands turning from red to blue. I breathed again when I heard his girlfriend laugh, assuring me time hadn’t stopped. I was trembling. Coach made a signal with his hands, pushing me on. I played. My breath was shuddering like a leaf about to fall. When I finished all the students were staring at me unbelievingly.
“You…Congratulations Grace. I believe you earned the solo.” Coach said in a whisper.
Everyone’s eyes widened and then, they all smiled and applauded. I blushed faintly pink and then a dark red when he stood. Time stopped again. But then time continued. As he, like the others, applauded. I inhaled, grateful for a break, then ran to put my flute away when the bell rang. When I turned around I nearly screamed. There he stood, towering over me. He put his hand over my mouth, and again I inhaled sighing afterwards. What felt like an hour later he put his hand away, stepping back.
“You…You were incredible.” He said with widened hazelnut colored eyes.
“Oh…” I couldn’t continue for a moment, paralyzed by his eyes and face, “Really I didn’t mean too be good. I was actually scared.” I said modestly.
“Scared? Of what?” he asked, his breath giving me chills.
“Oh nothing really.” I said tearing myself from his thoughtful gaze.
“Hmmm. Okay.” He said frowning, shattering the perfection of his face.
He turned and winked, beaming at me on his way out. I just stood there, on the verge of fainting. I should’ve chased him. But I was too weak.
“That was great, Grace.” Coach said, walking over to pat my shoulder. I walked cheerfully to my car.
“I made a friend today, a nameless friend.” I thought shakily on the way home. I couldn’t stop smiling, and mom and Charles noticed.
“School good today huh?” Mom asked at dinner, smiling.
“Uh…yeah I made my first friend.” I said, fumbling on the word friend.
“Good.” She said.
Charles rolled his eyes. I rolled mine back and hauled off to bed. I fell asleep and woke up smiling.
“Stupid boy.” I thought, laughing at my remark.
I went to the bathroom staring at myself in the mirror. I didn’t usually put on make up. I had natural beauty mom called it. I hated popular people. They just had to put it on. What ever. When I arrived at school he was in all my classes. Why didn’t I see him yesterday? I shrugged off the thought and went to my next class, Science. The tall, black wiry haired teacher, Mr. James nearly put me to sleep with his lectures. He was staring from the lab table across from mine at me. No one sat next to me on the vacant stool. I imagined him sitting next to me and felt better, completed. I was just too timid to ask him his name. Time flew by when I wasn’t looking at him anyway. On my way home I smiled as I thought of him again. Then frowned to know he was my only friend and I didn’t know his name. When I got home I watched TV sitting impatiently as I waited for that commercial to come on. It never did. Mom didn’t come home the usual time tonight. She was occupied with a meeting that she took Charles to. I laughed to think of how bored Charles would get. Torturing my brother was hilarious, especially if I wasn’t doing it. An hour later when the commercial still hadn’t come on, I wrote a note and put it on the counter. Grabbing a piece of pizza from the fridge on the way.
“Dear mom,” the note read, “Gone bike riding. Be home soon, love Grace.”
I marched out the door grabbing my keys of the table. I pulled my bike out from under the shed and rode down our street a ways. I took a small dirt path that led to nowhere and thought of him on my way. I pedaled on and on not sure where I turned or went, just kept going and going. I wasn’t sure how far I’d gone when I reached a small stream. I looked at it for a minute, then turned and went home. Mother looked worried and confused when I walked in. But I just marched to my room and went to bed.
READ me plz! its easy plz! dont be chicken?
This is a great story (very detailed), only it'll be better if you wrote more of what happened! I %26lt;3 your writing, this story is pretty interesting. Can you send me the rest of the story if you're continuing it? Thnx, and have fun writing!
P.S I suggest you to write more about Grace's father, after all, the beginning of the story mentioned him a lot of times, so you can't just create a character and totally forget about it ;)! Continue writing this story, it might turn out fabulous!
Reply:Hey, this is cool! Are you going to continue it? If you do let me know, I would love to read more.
CB
Reply:it was really good so far! i liked it a lot. i like the way you write it made me want to keep reading. good luck and keep writing! (:
Reply:WOW that's a great story your hand must have gottin tired
look forward to seein more stories
Reply:sorry way to long to read
Reply:This is a wonderful story, honey. I really like it. Keep up the good work. I am looking forward to reading more of it, AC.
Love and hugs to you, my friend
Reply:I read it, and I think that it's real good! I look forward to seeing more.
Reply:My attention span isn't long enough to read that.
Reply:You are good with descriptions! You created some vivid pictures. "He was tall and pale, his lips reminded me of the crimson color of a rose. His skin along with his lips looked like the same texture of a flowers petal, soft, delicate, and fragile." Really good!
Keep up the good work! Though some of your scenes end too abruptly and the emotions of the people are too mechanical. Such as when her dad had the accident.
Reply:What happened?????? It ended so abruptly . You see.... I DID read your story; AND I want to know what finally happened. In case you didn't notice, that is a huge compliment. A member of your reading audience is interested enough to want to know the conclusion.
There were some interesting,good parts that were very descriptive . However, some of your punctuation needs a little work. Also, the title, though interesting, does not appear to have any connection to your story.
I was looking for a surprise ending such as........The guy she liked so much was a long lost relative. At first I thought he was a brother that went to Calif. with the dad, but then I reread the part about the parents splitting up.
You show some promise. Just remember, though. Your story needs a good ending. It just seemed as though I was reading an exerpt from your diary, after a while. There was no conclusion.
Good luck to you.
Reply:i'm with the other girl thats crazy what is it about tell me please b/c i'm not reading it
Reply:how old are you? you've got some potential
if you ntinue this story let me know id like to read the rest of it lol!
well written
i like
%26lt;3
Reply:You're really in the wrong place honey. If you want to get seriously critiqued on how well you write, find an online community for story writers. Otherwise, I thought the story was interesting but not exactly my cup of tea.
Reply:YEH RIGHT!!!!!
thats way too long to read, i'll pass.
Reply:Baby, thats to long. Please get to the point if you want an answer.
Blood Feather
I remember…wind licking at our faces, the Californian sun shining intensely. I was just 10 years old… it was on this day my happy life came to an abrupt halt. My dad, Peter, suggested that we should go to the beach, together. My mother and I were playing in the sand, as she built a sandcastle we would sit and watch the water eat it away. We glanced down the beach; the sun seemed to be painting a picture for our eyes to feast on. “Dolphin! Dolphin!” We gazed up to see my little brother Charlie splashing in the waves. My mother managed a frown and raised an eyebrow. My mother ran over gracefully, but quickly, and snatched him up out of the water. Looking disappointed Charlie glanced over at dad. “What’s the matter?” He said lowering his sun glasses. “I saw a dolphin!” “It wasn’t a dolphin, Peter,” mother said in a matter-of-fact tone. “Honey,” he said getting up from his seat “why don’t you let him dream a little?” Father’s hair swirled about him madly, looking like a chocolate colored tumble weed. He strided over to Charles and put him easily back in the water. Charlie continued his pursuit toward a hermit crab, going farther out. “There see?” father said. And upon saying this he gazed up at Charles, his eyes shining. Then he noticed a shadow, moving about menacingly a few feet from Charles. Instinctively father dove into the water, picked Charles up, and hurled him toward the shore. The shadow sped vigorously toward father. And in less than a second something had him. The aqua water was suddenly a dark crimson where father was standing. Swimming in a panicky fashion, he tried to head to shore. My mother could do nothing but sit at the waters edge and watch in despair. “Hurry!” She yelled angrily at him. Father was weak from swimming, “He’s got me now,” he said exhaustedly still panicking. “No please don’t leave me!” mother shouted. Her eyes were brimming over with tears and she stared at him intensely, lovingly. Father’s face grew hard and reddened; as he looked at her he inhaled and punched the shark’s nose with all his strength. The shark sped away, there were others, but for now the coast was clear. His eyes grew tired and he fainted, head slamming against the water as he fell. Mother ran to him and dragged him on shore. The sand was now crimson as well; some coral must have scraped his back on the way in. My brother and I stared at our bloody mess of a Father, too young to understand. Knowing what mother would want of me, I convinced my brother to go shell hunting with me. Mother threw a thanking glance in my direction. I nodded my head and went on. I stopped at a nearby pile of shells, letting my brother sift through them. He seemed worried but didn’t speak. I looked back and an ambulance was parked on the sand. They put father on the stretcher and zoomed away. Mother gently picked up his sunglasses and placed them on her head. She stroked Charles’s bleach blonde hair and picked him up. She cradled him and I watched in amazement as he drifted to sleep. She looked up at me, her soft golden hair resting on her shoulders.
“Is father okay?” I asked in a low voice.
“I – I don’t know.” She said in a whisper, trying to fight tears.
Mother coolly walked to where our car was parked. A cute little yellow Pontiac, which reminded me of a big banana. She placed Charles in the backseat, looking at him thoughtfully. I stared out the window at palm trees flying past us. I stared blankly at the road and calmly asked where we were going.
“Home for now.”
“What about father?”
“The paramedic team said that the hospital would call when he’s ready to come home.” “I don’t want to visit; it may be too much on Charles.”
Mother focused her rear view mirror toward Charles. He sighed and was holding his arm in a strange position.
“Mother,” I said pausing to turn toward her “I think his arm is hurt.”
“No. He’s fine. He’s probably in the “sucking the thumb” position.”
This was a good excuse since he was only four. Her cell phone started ringing franticly, it startled my brother. Mother slowly lifted it up to answer.
“Hello?” she said shakily.
“Oh really, already?”
“Okay then we’ll be there shortly” she gulped after she answered the phone and said nothing about what they had told her.
Rain started pouring down on us as we drove steadily to the hospital making the mood even more depressing. A tall coral shaped white building appeared from the haze as we moved closer. We parked the car near the front. As the engine died mother warned us not to stare and not to be scared she tried to smile encouragingly but it didn’t work that well. I opened the door and stuck my foot out I realized the parking lot was flooded with at least ten inches of water. My legs were short and the water swallowed my foot and touched the top of my shorts. Mother scooped Charles up and we proceeded to the front door. We had no umbrella, and so as we stepped inside the huge sliding doors people stared. I looked up at mother. The rain hadn’t affected her height but her hair was a brunet color and seemed to be covered with hairspray, not flowing about anymore. She didn’t look at the people who stared, but gracefully walked to the elevator. I struggled to keep up. Mother punched in some buttons and up we went my, stomach descending farther down. Then the elevator stopped with a jerk and we stepped out. My stomach was protesting but I moved forward. The halls were long and had many doors on either side. Some pictures that looked like they belonged in a beach hotel lined the walls. Mother stopped and knocked on one of the doors peering into a high window. A nurse opened the door and beckoned us in. Father lay there, eyes closed, unmoving. A white blanket covered him to his waist. He looked fine. The nurse was telling mother about his surgery and how well he was doing. Then tears started rolling down her tan face and we left. In the car mother gained some of her strength again and sniffing she said,
“Father…may be a little different from now on,” she paused to stick the key in the ignition. From the back seat Charles squirmed and sat up.
“What do you mean?” he asked with sleepy eyes.
Mother sighed and preceded, “His leg. His leg is gone.”
The car was silent, and we drove home. I must have fallen asleep, I felt mother take me in her arms moving gingerly and sit me down on the bed. My eyes opened and I saw her sitting with me.
“Are you awake Grace?” she asked not looking at me.
“Yeah,” I said not actually sure of what I had said.
“Father won’t be home for a while.”
“Where is he? Is he okay?” I asked anxiously.
“Shhh!”
She quietly tucked me in again.
I woke to the sound of yelling. It was coming from mother and father’s room.
“This is all your fault!” she rambled on.
She must have been on the phone with dad.
“Charles… he could’ve been killed!” she sighed heavily and plopped down on the bed.
I was quite surprised Charles didn’t get up and poke his head out of his bedroom door. I got up and opened my door slowly, inch by inch. As it squealed in protest I squinted my eyes, hoping it wasn’t too loud. Once it was open I carefully walked down the hall. Our family pictures stared at me and my bare feet made sticky noises on our wooden floors as I passed them. A faint light coming from the door made a line going up the pale yellow wall. I peered through the crack of the door. Mother was sitting on the bed and some light was coming from the window. She was sobbing. I decided I would give her some time alone, so I went back to bed.
* * *
I woke up, what seemed like, seven years later. Those years rushed past me… only hazy nightmares I couldn’t see. I was now seventeen and had finally gotten a decent car to drive to school. It was a robin’s eggshell blue Volkswagen convertible. Dad moved to California and mom, Charles, and I moved to Chicago. I missed the sunny days of my past life, but in Chicago that couldn’t be helped. It was always cloudy there. Mom had driven us away immediately after the night at our house and into the clouds of Chicago Illinois. My new school was an old school, what was left of it anyways. It was just a big boring brick building. I doubted my looks would help me get any friends. I was tall, sort of, and blonde. My skin was tan, thanks to the sun, I was super skinny too. I looked like a living rail. My first day was horrid. People made fun of my arms, which were skinny too. I rolled my eyes at them when I heard them talking about me. My last class was band, people stared at me and when Coach Luke, the teacher, introduced me… it made things even worse. When I stood I almost fell, my knees collapsing under me. I luckily landed in my chair, sighing with relief when I landed. I didn’t pull my flute out and play, but instead read my book, Coach didn’t seem to notice… or mind. I got interested when coach left the room and the girls beside me began to talk.
“Oh my gosh did you see how hot he was!” the brunet said beaming.
“Whatever. You’re so obsessed with him, he’s new. Give him a break.” The strawberry blonde rolled her eyes and looked at the clock on the wall.
“Have you noticed what a cute couple they make?” the brunet ignored the other’s comment.
I heard someone giggling at the back of the room. I laid my book on the ground and turned to see who it was. A muscular boy was hugging this girl. I stared at him; my heart skipped beats and fell to the bottom of nowhere. He was tall and pale, his lips reminded me of the crimson color of a rose. His skin along with his lips looked like the same texture of a flowers petal, soft, delicate, and fragile. The girl was a medium height and had dirty blonde hair that was very long. She too, was pale. He paused hugging her a minute to glance up, his eyes met mine, and he looked intently at me scanning me all over. He looked away, though, as soon as he got the chance. They looked at the door with a concerned expression and quickly but gracefully found their seats. Their movements blew my mind. I was sure if a deer was in the room it wouldn’t have noticed their movement. He was beaming straight ahead, at nothing in particular, and his perfect white smile seemed to bore a hole through me. I looked away so I wouldn’t go blind by his radiance. The brunet nudged me in the shoulder.
“He’s looking at you.” She said through her teeth.
I was petrified; sure his smile would bore through me this time. Coach walked through the door and looked down at his wrist watch.
“Five, four, three two…” he counted down.
The loud bell coming from a speaker on the wall startled me and I jumped. I could hear him laughing at me. I ignored it.
“Bye! See you tomorrow!” Coach boomed across the room. Coach was buff, I was sure he must’ve been a football player. I turned around to look for him but he and the girl were gone, in fact, every one was gone. How long had I been just sitting there listening to his silk like husky laughter flow over me? I hopped up and headed to the parking lot. My mind went blank as I thought of him. I found myself sitting there staring out the windshield of my convertible. I put the key in the ignition and the purr of the diesel motor awakened me. The sky was cloudy and set numbers of grey shadows onto the front of our house. Our house was only a one story, which was convenient enough. It was Californian style with a terracotta roof and tan stucco textured paint. There were some small palm trees in the flower bed. It didn’t remind me of California, only because it was too cloudy. I parked my bug in our curved driveway and stepped out. Mom, who of course wasn’t home yet, was busied with the chore of picking Charles up from school. I walked inside, sat my keys on the table, and picked up a snack. I turned on the TV and nearly tripped over the coffee table when I saw the commercial, my snack went flying of course. It was an advertisement for pools, but that didn’t matter, it was the fact the guy who was modeling for it looked exactly like him. My heart skipped beats, but then I thought of that girl he was hugging.
“If he already has a girlfriend why was he staring at me?” I thought aloud. “Oh well, who needs a stupid boyfriend anyway.”
I was still obsessed with him, no matter how hard I tried to resist… I failed. There was just something about him. I heard some bumping noises and looked over to see mother and Charles walking in the door. I was sprawled out all over the floor, an obvious scene for an accident. She gathered the evidence I might be hurt and rushed over to help.
“What happened?” she sounded shocked.
“Ummm… I tripped.” I fibbed quickly, leaving out the part about the commercial, it sounded convincing enough.
“Well honey, you are seventeen, I expected I could leave you at home alone.” her tone was expecting, disappointed.
“No really I.” I was interrupted when Charles broke in.
“You should be more careful. I’ve seen a drunk person with better balance.” He said mockingly.
I ignored him and got some ice for my leg. I must have landed half on the coffee table half on the carpet. It was nearly ten when I caught myself, again, staring into space… on my bed this time. I clicked off my lamp and tried to sleep. I felt utterly stupid; I just couldn’t resist thinking about him. I tried to remind myself he had a girlfriend, but I couldn’t shake him off. On my way to school the next morning I didn’t seem to think about him much, not until a black car that reminded me of his Porsche Cayman passed by. I smacked my forehead and nearly ran off the road. The car behind me blew their horn. I did finally arrive at school, a little on the irritated side. I didn’t see his Porsche in the parking lot though, and so I hung my head and moped my way to my first class. School passed and he wasn’t there, I found myself thinking of and looking for him.
“How did school go today?” Mom asked when I got home later than usual.
“Okay.” My mouth said but my mind said not okay.
I went to bed with an empty stomach shoving my brother aside as I went. I wasn’t hungry, for food at least, but I was hungry, for him. In the morning I found myself engulfing three pop tarts. On the way to school I veered off the road again, and as the other day, the car behind me honked. I was going crazy. I needed socialization… but with whom could I talk with. No one. I’d left all my friends behind in California. For the first few days, I only needed the memory of him. But today my socialization level was low, and my brain urged me to talk to someone, anyone. Say something. In my English class I exploded to the girl next to me. Mr.Birk shushed me and I, in answer, shushed him. Not a good idea. I was given a note to take to the principle, Mr.Birks pointed to the door and I proceeded, glaring at him as I shut the door.
“Grace Whitman to the principal for defiance.” The note said in red ink that infuriated me.
I ripped it up instantly and threw it into the large garbage can next to the wall. As I headed to the bathroom I scowled at the boy that watched me rip the note up. I grumbled as I opened the door of the bathroom and proceeded to the next stall. I flipped the lid down and sat, balled up, on the toilet. I contented my mind with reading the graffiti on the walls. The most common verse written on the wall was Philip is mine or I love Philip. The bell rang and I willingly left to go to band.
“Stupid, ugly, bald, English teacher.” I thought of Mr.Birks face when I said this to myself.
The look of defeat filled the wrinkles on his aged face. I smiled victoriously to this thought and headed to band.
“Don’t forget to take your instruments home and practice for the auditions tomorrow.” Coach Luke said as the bell rang.
I grabbed an audition paper and my flute as I headed for the door. When I got home I pulled out my flute, to distract my mind from him, and practiced. I wasn’t half bad, I wasn’t sure if I’d win the responsibility of the solo or not, not like I wanted it any way, but I was sure I wouldn’t get embarrassed either. When mom and Charles walked through the door I put my flute away automatically. Aware that Charles would want to play it and break it. He did rush over but I turned to put it away before he could speak. I did eat supper tonight, reminded of the horrible hunger that pained me this morning. We ate in silence and after dinner I went to bed. I couldn’t sleep. So I cut my computer on and closed my door. I was thinking of him again. I got on Google and typed in myspace. I got on the site and reviewed all the pictures until I failed in my search and fell asleep in my chair. When I woke in the morning my neck hurt. I ignored it and looked over at the clock.
“Oh!” I realized I was late and rushed out the door.
I ran back in seconds later to grab my flute and paper.
I pushed the petal to the floor today; I didn’t even have time to veer off the road today, much less time to think of him. I rushed to math, my first class, and as I set foot in the door the bell rang. I hopped into my seat and shortly after a large stately figure appeared before me. It stretched out its hand to tap on my desk and I looked up, gulping. Mrs. Heather, the slim blond sweet faced teacher, waited in front of me. She slipped a tardy pass to me. I dropped my head as I felt the other student’s eyes watching me, and slunk to the office. When I felt that Mrs. Heather had looked away I walked instinctively to the bathroom, again. She wouldn’t know. The other pupils wouldn’t either. Why should I care? Well, whatever. All other classes zoomed past leaving band as the last memorable survivor. I thought of him again, staring off into space.
“Next... Ahem…next! Mrs. Whitman?” coach Luke boomed.
I looked up sleepily. I stepped forward to play. I wasn’t scared, only because I didn’t know these students. As I sat in the isolated awaiting seat I looked around the room, and then I froze. He stood out from them all. I stopped breathing as his eyes investigating me. I started noticing my hands turning from red to blue. I breathed again when I heard his girlfriend laugh, assuring me time hadn’t stopped. I was trembling. Coach made a signal with his hands, pushing me on. I played. My breath was shuddering like a leaf about to fall. When I finished all the students were staring at me unbelievingly.
“You…Congratulations Grace. I believe you earned the solo.” Coach said in a whisper.
Everyone’s eyes widened and then, they all smiled and applauded. I blushed faintly pink and then a dark red when he stood. Time stopped again. But then time continued. As he, like the others, applauded. I inhaled, grateful for a break, then ran to put my flute away when the bell rang. When I turned around I nearly screamed. There he stood, towering over me. He put his hand over my mouth, and again I inhaled sighing afterwards. What felt like an hour later he put his hand away, stepping back.
“You…You were incredible.” He said with widened hazelnut colored eyes.
“Oh…” I couldn’t continue for a moment, paralyzed by his eyes and face, “Really I didn’t mean too be good. I was actually scared.” I said modestly.
“Scared? Of what?” he asked, his breath giving me chills.
“Oh nothing really.” I said tearing myself from his thoughtful gaze.
“Hmmm. Okay.” He said frowning, shattering the perfection of his face.
He turned and winked, beaming at me on his way out. I just stood there, on the verge of fainting. I should’ve chased him. But I was too weak.
“That was great, Grace.” Coach said, walking over to pat my shoulder. I walked cheerfully to my car.
“I made a friend today, a nameless friend.” I thought shakily on the way home. I couldn’t stop smiling, and mom and Charles noticed.
“School good today huh?” Mom asked at dinner, smiling.
“Uh…yeah I made my first friend.” I said, fumbling on the word friend.
“Good.” She said.
Charles rolled his eyes. I rolled mine back and hauled off to bed. I fell asleep and woke up smiling.
“Stupid boy.” I thought, laughing at my remark.
I went to the bathroom staring at myself in the mirror. I didn’t usually put on make up. I had natural beauty mom called it. I hated popular people. They just had to put it on. What ever. When I arrived at school he was in all my classes. Why didn’t I see him yesterday? I shrugged off the thought and went to my next class, Science. The tall, black wiry haired teacher, Mr. James nearly put me to sleep with his lectures. He was staring from the lab table across from mine at me. No one sat next to me on the vacant stool. I imagined him sitting next to me and felt better, completed. I was just too timid to ask him his name. Time flew by when I wasn’t looking at him anyway. On my way home I smiled as I thought of him again. Then frowned to know he was my only friend and I didn’t know his name. When I got home I watched TV sitting impatiently as I waited for that commercial to come on. It never did. Mom didn’t come home the usual time tonight. She was occupied with a meeting that she took Charles to. I laughed to think of how bored Charles would get. Torturing my brother was hilarious, especially if I wasn’t doing it. An hour later when the commercial still hadn’t come on, I wrote a note and put it on the counter. Grabbing a piece of pizza from the fridge on the way.
“Dear mom,” the note read, “Gone bike riding. Be home soon, love Grace.”
I marched out the door grabbing my keys of the table. I pulled my bike out from under the shed and rode down our street a ways. I took a small dirt path that led to nowhere and thought of him on my way. I pedaled on and on not sure where I turned or went, just kept going and going. I wasn’t sure how far I’d gone when I reached a small stream. I looked at it for a minute, then turned and went home. Mother looked worried and confused when I walked in. But I just marched to my room and went to bed.
READ me plz! its easy plz! dont be chicken?
This is a great story (very detailed), only it'll be better if you wrote more of what happened! I %26lt;3 your writing, this story is pretty interesting. Can you send me the rest of the story if you're continuing it? Thnx, and have fun writing!
P.S I suggest you to write more about Grace's father, after all, the beginning of the story mentioned him a lot of times, so you can't just create a character and totally forget about it ;)! Continue writing this story, it might turn out fabulous!
Reply:Hey, this is cool! Are you going to continue it? If you do let me know, I would love to read more.
CB
Reply:it was really good so far! i liked it a lot. i like the way you write it made me want to keep reading. good luck and keep writing! (:
Reply:WOW that's a great story your hand must have gottin tired
look forward to seein more stories
Reply:sorry way to long to read
Reply:This is a wonderful story, honey. I really like it. Keep up the good work. I am looking forward to reading more of it, AC.
Love and hugs to you, my friend
Reply:I read it, and I think that it's real good! I look forward to seeing more.
Reply:My attention span isn't long enough to read that.
Reply:You are good with descriptions! You created some vivid pictures. "He was tall and pale, his lips reminded me of the crimson color of a rose. His skin along with his lips looked like the same texture of a flowers petal, soft, delicate, and fragile." Really good!
Keep up the good work! Though some of your scenes end too abruptly and the emotions of the people are too mechanical. Such as when her dad had the accident.
Reply:What happened?????? It ended so abruptly . You see.... I DID read your story; AND I want to know what finally happened. In case you didn't notice, that is a huge compliment. A member of your reading audience is interested enough to want to know the conclusion.
There were some interesting,good parts that were very descriptive . However, some of your punctuation needs a little work. Also, the title, though interesting, does not appear to have any connection to your story.
I was looking for a surprise ending such as........The guy she liked so much was a long lost relative. At first I thought he was a brother that went to Calif. with the dad, but then I reread the part about the parents splitting up.
You show some promise. Just remember, though. Your story needs a good ending. It just seemed as though I was reading an exerpt from your diary, after a while. There was no conclusion.
Good luck to you.
Reply:i'm with the other girl thats crazy what is it about tell me please b/c i'm not reading it
Reply:how old are you? you've got some potential
if you ntinue this story let me know id like to read the rest of it lol!
well written
i like
%26lt;3
Reply:You're really in the wrong place honey. If you want to get seriously critiqued on how well you write, find an online community for story writers. Otherwise, I thought the story was interesting but not exactly my cup of tea.
Reply:YEH RIGHT!!!!!
thats way too long to read, i'll pass.
Reply:Baby, thats to long. Please get to the point if you want an answer.
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