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My Times - Atlantic Online (blog)

... that Walter Mattson, the top ... unenticing papers were the product of a laissez-faire editorial world in which only the two residents of Silo No. 1, the executive editor and the managing editor, and the people in Silo No. 2, the individual desk ...

Momentum: Success Isâ€ˆOften About Getting The Ball Rolling - The Bulletin

Sarge (Beetle’s nemesis and a bully) instructs Private Plato, the philosophical professorial type, to paint an arrow on the wall with a message that ... Otherwise, you’ll find yourself pushing papers around the desk, convincing yourself that you ...

Effective Summer Planning - The Chronicle of Higher Education

This has been great in helping me stay on top of committee meetings, faculty ... mid-January, and then I would stock up so that I could have three different wall calendars hanging side by side above my desk. I can't remember who suggested the multi ...

The Druidess of Elkaza, pages 221-231 - Gather.com

... were divided equally, twelve on the top ... Papers were stacked high, and there were five interrogation rooms, each having only a bolted down table and bolted down chairs. Inside of the station, telephones were ringing off the wall, frustrated ...

Lucy Dunn, president and CEO, OC Business Council - OC Metro

Wall of Tustin, and Josiah C ... The Grand Jury said Gardner worked about 15 minutes a day, signed a few papers, then was busy getting soused by 10 a.m. And who doesn’t know the story behind disgraced O.C. Treasurer-Tax Collector Bob Citron ...

The Prophetess of Bromfryel, pages 405-420 - Gather.com

On top of the bucket, the young lady placed the tray, covering the bucket up completely ... On the desk beside the door, there was a clipboard, with several papers upon which had been freshly written in pencil. “Come this way, please,” Doctor ...

At Issue - Product Design & Development

Email, search, I even had fast access to comic strips my local papers had ... breathing between my brain and my desk. Don’t get me wrong: I love my job, but I’m certainly not immune to days where I bang my head against the wall. But it certainly ...

Sirens & Gavels - The Spokesman-Review

Wall St. Earlier, masked men had used the SUV to break into the store and tried yanking the ATM out with ... Deputies found blood on a desk and chair in an interrogation room at the Survival Training Center, and the woman reportedly had red marks and ...

press conference - Whitehouse.gov (press release)

Q Going back on the BP, there’s a -- the Washington Post is just reporting that a top official in MMS has announced his retirement ... At one point, the President hoped to get a bill to his desk by Memorial Day. Is that still realistic?

Pompadour With a Monkey Wrench - Atlantic Online (blog)

Picture him behind a classroom desk, a fat, imperious ten-year-old boy, inscribing his name at the top of an assignment, gripping his ... blacks is wrong, but feel free to throw Arab Americans up against the wall. Tawana Brawley's inconsistencies ...

ベッドタウンでの聞き込み

福岡で春日市といえば有名なベッドタウンです。市内で働いている人の多くが春日およびその周辺地域（筑紫野市・大野城市）から通勤しています。ベッドタウンということで昼間は主婦が中心の街になるので、調査で訪れた時は注意が必要になります。おもに聞き込みなどで訪れることが多いのですが、やはりその時間帯にあまり街にいないような年齢層の男性がいると違和感を覚えられることもあります。ただもちろんプロの探偵はそのあたりをカバーするべくある職種の人間と同様のスタイルを取ることで違和感を消し去っています。その職種とは、とほんとは詳しく続きを解説していきたいのですがやはりこれは調査業としての秘中の秘に属することな ... more

When too much convenience becomes an inconvenience

Each of the past 4 weeks I have spent in completely different locations with different climates and people, so here is a quick summary of each. 4 weeks ago: This was the last week that I spent in England; under the beautiful sunny and springlike sky, apparently thanks to the ashy air above the ocean ... more

Car Alarm with remote start

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Humanities assignment

Literature of the fantastic. Made with blatant allusions, and a feeling of discomfort and lack of attachment. Mindfuckery ensues. The night was silent, the chilled blue light, dark and deep, smothering everything within the reach of its creeping grip like a blanket. The first quarter moon hung almos ... more

Бронзозавры

Photo post

So all of these photos are actually on facebook already, but I am assembling them here for people like my mom who don’t use facebook. They’re also mostly not even my photos. This one is from back in January, metallic materials project, where I had to warm up a little piece of metal with a hair dryer ... more

HSJ & ABC-Z - "Kumo no Ito - Spider's Thread" - chapter 06 (Takaki x Hasshi)

Hehe, my 4th update this week!! XDDD Aren't I making up for not posting in couple weeks quite nicely? ^_^ This time it's Kumo no Ito!! It's actually about a month since I last updated this, even though I was updating this on weekly basis earlier 8D; Sorry... The feelings are getting more complicated ... more

One Good Dance

Title: One Good Dance Author: Bunny Rating: T Disclaimer: Would be nice to own, but I don’t. Spoilers: Nothing especially specific, but definitely any time that Rory is NOT there. Summary: The Doctor finds out first hand that, occasionally, Amy’s job required her to be a bit more than just a kissogr ... more

WK voetbal 2010

Het WK voetbal 2010 spel van dagtekening.nl In de hype van het Wereldkampioenschap voetbal 2010 in Zuid Afrika kunnen ook wij natuurlijk niet achterblijven. Daarom exclusief voor dagtekening.nl een eigen WK 2010 flash game :) Probeer de bal zo lang mogelijk hoog te houden en pak de wereldbeker(s) vo ... more

Untitled

Consider this a reboot. A new beginnings of sort. At least, I hope it to be. I want to begin keeping my journal on a daily basis again, if I can. I just arrived back in Japan yesterday, and I'll be damned if I let this month-and-a-half experience fall by the wayside in words and letters as I have le ... more

Waiting for the Sun

A half hour after the first sunlight slants into the solar collectors on the roof of the University of Chicago's physics building, the antifreeze pumping through them hits 130 degrees Fahrenheit. more

Keep Yourself Reminded Of Important Events Of The Year With The Pixum Photo Calendar

One can have the photos printed as a book, photo calendar, as poster and on many gift i May 21, 2010 - www.pixum.co.uk, a multi-award winning online site offering multiple photo services in Europe, allows users to create free online albums and share these with others. more

Organize home office and business for a fresh start

Ever wish you could have a fresh start on getting your home office organized? Whether you run a business out of your home, or take care of the family's finances and business, you can clear, create, and maintain a more organized home office. more

Deerpark policies get tighter

The new crew at Town Hall is out to change Deerpark. Supervisor Karl Brabenec and new board members Dave Hoovler, Gary Spears, Art Trovie and David Dean - all men with experience in business or law, all Republicans - were ready on day one with a slew of new policies and a different style than former Supervisor Gary Flieger. more

Waiting for the Sun

The top runner

Sudipta Datta Posted: Friday, May 07, 2010 at 2227 hrs IST Updated: Friday, May 07, 2010 at 2227 hrs IST : The man behind power utility CESC's turnaround, Sanjiv Goenka , vice-chairman of RPG Group, tells Sudipta Datta that he has plans to take the group's retail, carbon black and entertainment arms to the top, too A sculpture of His Master's Voice ... more

Col. Franklin McCauley is also known as mayor in Iraqi desert city

Kingsport native Franklin McCauley has a new job and a new title in this desert city, 20 miles north of Baghdad. more

10 Ways the New York Times and Wall Street Journal Newspaper War Could Get Uglier

The fight between the Wall Street Journal and the New York Times has started! And while we wait to find out if anyone actually gives a shit , we couldn't help but already notice just how ugly it's been so far . more

Thomson native will retire to area after 29 years in Army

EDITOR'S NOTE: The following story appeared in the March 12 edition of the Fort Lee Traveller newspaper located at Fort Lee, Va. more

10 Ways The New York Times and Wall Street Journal Newspaper War Could Get Uglier

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Open Question: pica disease........................?

my health teacher told me she thought i had pica disease. idk if she was just kidding about it or what? I eat paper all the time- sometimes i dont even realize it! lol. like the other day in class i was looking for an answer in my book and when i went to write it down, i realized i was eating my worksheet. i chewed like the whole top of it off and ate it! and didn't even realize it. i lick things that shouldnt be licked all the time because i want to see what they taste like. i eat soap sometimes- like bar soap. but not too often, i can control my self from eating it. i've only eaten a chunk off a bar like once. i smell a lot of things tho- love the smell of things that shouldnt smell good!!! and i lick EVERYTHING. idk y. my friends always stop me from doing that at school when they see me licking something. like lick walls and my clothes and other objects. like the floor and my desk. i'm weird. i don't eat metal but i have the urge to chew it all off my pencils and chew it up. i dont swallow it tho. and i chew the erasers up too. they taste good. i dont swallow it tho. i eat my hair too and i always bite off my nails and those i do swallow. and then when i run out of nail to bite off i chew of my finger skin around my nails and eat that too. and i drink ketchup and honey mustard. thats actually edible tho. and i eat grass. is that bad? its digestable so i dont c a problem with it. i don't like swallow everything i eat. my friend was telling my gym teacher/health teacher that i was licking the gym wall and the padded wall, and eating stuff off the floors that i found and other stuff and so she said i had pica but idk if she was just kidding. im not gonna poison myself. the things i eat are digestable more

Resolved Question: what do you think of this beginning to my novel?

The second letter she had sent me was the last one I received. I stuck my finger into the corner of the envelope and very carefully slid it along the top to open it. I pulled it out, and a small folded-brownish paper slipped out of the envelope, skidding wildly across the wooden desk. I reached down to pick it up, unfolding it, feeling the ink of her eagle-feather quill where she had pressed it against the paper in slender hand. I pushed my glasses up the bridge of my nose and started reading it "William, I'm not good at writing, at least not as good as you are. I hope you're doing well. I'm sorry I didn’t have a chance to talk to you. I wanted to call you but… you know I hate farewells" I folded the written part of the letter, leaning against the wall I stood next to, and slowly sliding down to the floor in frustration, breathing in and out in an attempt to stay calm. If she had said those words on the phone, I might have had a chance to convince her to think about it. I unfolded it a half way then and started reading from where I had stopped. "There won't be a third letter. I wish I could pick other words but even if I could, it would not change a thing. I love you as a friend, I'm sorry and …" The paper began to wrinkle in my hand. I ran the tip of my finger across the last sentence I had read "I love you as a friend" suddenly this phrase became meaningless to me. I crumpled the letter into a ball and threw it towards the trash can. It did not matter how long I had been waiting for it, it was nothing now, nothing. When I laid on the bed it was different. The oak branches scraped against my half-opened window as the wind blew through it and cooled my room. The light of the moon reflected off my glasses. I curled up like a cat, trying to warm myself. It was not the same warmth I had used to have with her. The window swung back and forth, allowing the frozen air to flow and ventilate the room. The only thing that stayed the same was the temperature, and even it was going to change next month. The first letter had been written differently. Something in it had made me wait for the next one, but this one was absolutely not what I had been expecting. more

Voting Question: Dream Interpretation, please help!!!?

Last night I had a very puzzling dream and I can't seem understand it. It's been one of the more interesting dreams I've had. The dream began with me driving a car during the night. Suddenly I was sideswiped by a car, I could see the people inside and they looked like they intentionally struck my vehicle with the objective of harming me. Suddenly a second car rammed me from behind. Once the accident has subsided I had a gut feeling I shouldn't stick around to solve the legalities of the crash, due to their intent to harm me. I decided to give them the benefit of the doubt, though. They immediately hopped out of their cars and said something like "Why the *** did you say that about him, huh?!" I replied by saying something like "I don't know what you're talking about." They then said something like "Heh, sure you don't," and started walking back to their car. I slammed on the gas to get out of there only to see them turn around with automatic rifles and start shooting at me. I drove away and we had a short pursuit. Next thing I knew, they were chasing me through a mall. I saw two escalators and an elevator in between. I decided to run up the escalator and flee into a room I saw at the top. I entered and slammed the door. The room looked sort of like an office. A desk in the center with papers everywhere (like the wind had blown them around the room). There was a window that was open so I decided my best bet would be to jump out. Once outside, I was in a dark parking lot with few lights. I was confronted by a man and a woman who said something similar to "So do you want back in the agency." "You were one of the best we had and it seems like you need us just about as much as we need you right now." I agreed. Next thing I know I was participating in training exercises, similar to those you'd imagine a governmental spy would have to endure. Once completed, I returned back to either the parking lot or the office and re-entered the mall via the office room. The guys I had encountered earlier with automatic weapons confronted me again, except this time I wasn't scared I was furious. I'm not sure the order in which I did things. I do know that I crushed a couple of guy's heads with my foot, I threw one guy down the escalator, I bashed one guy's head threw a wall, I threw another guy over some railing and I beat a couple of other guys relentlessly. Then more guys entered the mall, except, this time it was my own agency. They had betrayed me and the female I had seen earlier, who had recruited me, was with them. I picked up a gun one of the thugs had dropped, wound up in a firefight with the agency and won. I vaguely remember returning to the male who had recruited me, with the intent to kill him, but he assured me that it was for my own good. Something like, he was on my side and knew the female would betray me, but he knew I could handle it. He figured by allowing it to happen it would benefit me somehow. He then showed me something or said something to prove he was truly on my side and I spared him. That was the end of that dream. It carried on to another, but I'm not sure that's important. Please help me to understand this dream. Your insight and opinions are greatly appreciated. Thank you. more

Resolved Question: How do I know if I have OCD?

I can't remember a time when I didn't have strange habits. They always appear suddenly, last for a couple years (or more), and then fade away...only to be replaced by new ones. Here are some examples. 1) Whenever I round the corner of a desk or wall, I touch the two sides. If I miss a side, I go back and poke it. And then I poke the other side for good measure. But then I've poked one side more than the other, so I poke both simultaneously. 2) "Knock on wood" recently took on a whole new meaning for me. About 6 months ago, I knocked on wood as much as the average relatively non-superstitious person would; I distinctly remember thinking, oh god, wouldn't it be awful if I had to knock on wood for all my thoughts, too? Not just what I say out loud? And now I have to knock on wood for every thought that pertains to something I really really do not want to happen, for every time I see the words "blinded," "no legs," etc, in print, overhear them, and so on. 3 knocks, only on wood; if there's no wood, paper products will do, but definitely NOT fake wood. If I mess up a knock, I do more, so long as the knocks are in multiples of 3. My friends give me crazy looks. It's difficult to do this sneakily. 4) I touch the top edge of the stairs with the fingers of my right hand. If I'm carrying something, it's ok to drag my right foot over the edge. This one is fading, finally, as it's been 7 years. 5) If I ever look at the time and see that it's 11:11 pm, I stop what I'm doing and stare at the numbers. In my head, I count one-one-one-one 12 times. That's 12 sets of saying one-one-one-one in my head, and then, if the clock hasn't changed after that set, I do it again, this time faster. If it still hasn't changed, I say them fast out loud. Then comes out loud, but very clearly and slower. Sometimes I mess up on the faster ones, and if I think that may have happened, I think "extras" and then say about 4 very clear one-one-one-ones to make up for them. This goes on until 11:12. 6) I can't stand being touched. Some touches are okay; it's the light ones, the gentle brushes and such, that really get to me. I can't stop thinking about the spot on me that whatever it or who was came in contact with, and I can feel it tingle and squirm, and it makes me CRAZY, so I scratch it hard enough to make it hurt a little, which makes the tingle sensation go away. 7) It's really difficult to look somebody directly in the eyes. I generally settle around their shirt, somewhere to the left of them, or out a window. Does this even have anything to do with OCD? I think it's weird, anyways. Not doing any of these things really isn't an option; I've only ever tried to prolong the time between feeling the need to do something and doing it. It doesn't work for long. I can't think about anything else until I do whatever is asked of me, and it can become extremely annoying. So, these are a few of the major examples. There are lots of little ones that I don't mind so much (if I scroll down too far, I scroll back up just as far as I accidentally scrolled down, and then correct), and I've never thought of myself as someone with issues, but I recently learned that my friends share none of these behaviors. I just want some objective opinions. more

Resolved Question: Opinion on my story -- improved version?

Today, the first day back at school, I gazed at her in the hall. In her denim miniskirt and pale blue floaty top; she was too pretty for words. Her eyes flickered up to my face and I gathered a smile, while my face turned a burning red. She looked down at the piece of paper in her hands and a puzzled look appeared on her flawless face. I tried to call her name but the words wouldn’t come out, and got lost somewhere in my throat. She looked lost, confused. I should help her, give her directions or something. What if she ignores me? Doesn’t think I’m popular to talk to her? No, I should help her anyway. What about this summer? Her face looked up at me again, just as she was pushed into a locker by whom other than Valentino Moretti. I hate that guy; he saunters around like he owns the place. Just because he is the most popular guy in the school and is currently dating the head cheerleader. I rushed over to her and helped her pick up her books. “You ok?” I asked her. “Yeah, I’m fine. Who was that?” her eyes looked down the hall at him pushing his way through the bustle of the morning rush. “Oh him, Valentino” I said mumbling, hoping silently she didn’t want to know anymore, didn’t show anymore interest in him. She turned, said thanks and followed Valentino down the corridor. I watched her walk away and then jumped as a cold hand touched my wrist. “Jaida, you scared me!” I said as I looked back at her golden face. “Who are you looking at?” she asked with a frown spoiling her pure perfection. “Oh...Um...Lolita Garcia, she’s my next-door neighbour, moved in this summer.” I told her, unwillingly. I tried to read her face, a look of confusion as she saw me smiling when I said “Lolita”. Her hand let go of my wrist. “Benny, when are you going to realise, you aren’t popular?” “Jaida, don’t worry, I already know. I just don’t want her to get hurt. I think she’s already realised his status.” I tried to make an excuse, but deep down I knew she was right. I looked down at my feet awkwardly, feeling her eyes burning into my face. Time ticked by. Jaida didn’t move so I turned to face my locker. She looked around at the emptying hall, and began to walk away. She called back to me, “Come on, Benny. Let’s get to class.” She looked back at me but still carried on walking. She fell backward, as a statue-like body pushed her to the ground. Her bag fell from her shoulder and her belongings spread out in a haphazard circle around her body. “Hey! You should watch where you’re walking.” Valentino’s deep voice echoed down the hall. I paced over once again, to help someone after Valentino acted like he was superior. “Come on, Jaida, let’s go.” I said as I helped her up from the floor “Thanks.” She said as she brushed herself off, picked up her things and rushed away. Valentino was still leaning against the wall. “What, do you want?” I said angrily. His face looked at me, and I looked down. A hair fell out of place, and he brushed it back running his fingers through his hair. “That girl before. Who was she?” He said calmly. Great, I thought. He wants to know about her too. Just perfect. “Lolita, why?” “No reason, I was just wondering.” His smarmy face upturned into a smile, and he casually walked back the way he came. What is going on? Why does he care who Lolita is? All my questions buzzed around my head, unanswered. The bell rang, shattering my chances of answering them. I half-ran to class and stepped in still gasping for breath. Mr Crafter, sat behind his desk with a grim look on his face. “Late, Mr Hills. Again” He said with a demonic look in his eyes. He wrote something in his book and carried on talking to the class. I scanned the room, looking for a desk. I caught Lolita’s eye and made my way to the empty desk next to her. not a finished chapter yet, just wondered if it is interesting and whether any1 would actually enjoy reading it. thanks x more

Resolved Question: MY MEMOIR!!! HELP! WHAT NEEDS CHANGED AND FIXED? 10 POINTS TO HONEST PERSON?

MY MEMOIR!!! HELP! WHAT NEEDS CHANGED AND FIXED? 10 POINTS TO HONEST PERSON? i am in eigth grade and i have to write a memoir. i choose mine on kindergarten but i need to know what needs fixed. The over sized Winnie the Pooh back pack rested on my shoulders. I held one hand to the straps as if it was my only prized possession and the other, my mom’s hand, tightly as we strode through the large brown door. A large brown desk stood in the front, the student desks were neatly lined in rows of seven and each had a nametag stuck to the top. Small blue chairs were placed in front of each desk, the perfect size for our small bodies. Bright colored posters lined the walls with things like the alphabet, numbers, and shapes. In the back was a short counter, a sink was planted on one end and a large tank on the other. My curious mind wonder what was inside the tank. The room smelled of eraser, markers, and cranyons.This was my first day of kindergarten. I was finally a big girl. My mom and I waited in a line along with the other kids who would be my class mates. Mothers talked with each other while children waited. One girl, wearing frilly socks on her ankles and pink overalls, chewed a strand of hair in her mouth. Another, kept asking her mom question such as, how much longer, when can we leave, will you come get me? A boy in front of me had light blonde hair with layers of gel worked in it. He wore a dark blue Nike shirt and white buzz lightyear shoes. He tapped the boy in front of him. The boy turned around, only to have even more gel gooed into his dark brown hair. He looked at the boy for a minute, “Hi, my name’s Nick. What’s yours?” the dark haired boy looked at him for a minute and replied “Levi” In a quit shy voice. Nick asked if he wanted to be friends and from then on that’s how it went. Kids became impatient, poking each other and asking questions. Soon a woman walked in, she had a pressed, cranberry red shirt on and kaki pants. She wore a warm smile and greeted each adult. She said her name was Mrs. Smith and handed out papers that adults would need to fill out. She started to walk each child to his or hers desk. Mrs. Smith came up the line and in front of me. She kneeled down so she was four feet tall and looked me in the eyes, asking my name. “Avery” I quietly replied. She smiled and held out her hand and I took it. I was taken to a desk where my name was printed on the top. And a box of bright sharpened crayola canyons was rested on the top along with a ruler, pencils, and erasers. For the rest of the week I was introduced to a whole new world. Kids brought Gogurt and Twinkies and I learned it had a completely knew sugary delight. Each day we would stand up in front of a flag a recite the pledge of allegiance. I became best friends with a two girls named Elizabeth and Jessie. Each afternoon Mrs. Smith would say it was snack time and we were given a hand full of animal crackers and a juice box. Afterwards we would go out side for recess. Mrs. Smith said it was so we could get our “gitters” out. I remember learning how to swing and I and the other kids would compete to see who could get the highest. I would close my eyes as a swung, always feeling much higher than I was. One day a boy named Zach started to point to Jessie and sing “Jessie and Nick sitting in a tree k-i-s-s-i-n-g” and watching Mrs. Smith send him to the corner. After lunch we would go to art. Each student dreaded it cause they all clamed the art teacher was mean. But I loved her! She always made me feel good and told me I had a talent. We learned the art of creating stick people and drawing flowers bigger than the sun. I found out that the tank on the counter contained two little frogs which each of us admired. Kindergarten. One long word to describe such a short-lived time in my life. As the saying goes you never really appreciate something until it is gone and that was how it was for me during that one school year. I look back trying to remember through the dim haze of that time when fun and games was woven into learning and education. more

Resolved Question: Please Help!! Essay!!?

I was wondering if my story was good (constructive criticism welcomed) : Jacklyn skipped in to her Social Studies class in a mood as bright as a light bulb. She studied the white board, found her forest green binder on the tall shelves that lined the back wall. Sitting down she felt as sharp pain stab her stomach. Jacklyn glanced at her stomach, but she could see nothing but her favorite pale yellow t-shirt that her mother had brought for her on one of her few trips to Mackinaw Island: An island full of memories. Jacklyn tried to focus on the video they were now watching. The pain, as sharp as a knife, was cutting deeper into her abdomen. She gasped for air, and stumbled to her feet, dragging herself a long mile to the other side of the classroom where her teacher was sitting. Blinking fast and hard, fighting back the tears, Jacklyn asked, in a voice that was about to burst into a million pieces, “Mmmmmaaay I pleeeeassse use the restroooooom?” She took deep breaths, tears flowing down her face, and hoped that her classmates wouldn’t notice the pain she was feeling. The teacher rifled through the top drawer of her desk looking for a pass to give Jacklyn. She pulled a Peptol Bismol pink colored pad of passes out and scribbled down Jacklyn’s full name. Jacklyn found her impatient hand out in front of her trembling body. Mrs. O’Neal placed her pass in her hand with a comforting expression pasted on her face. “Take your stuff, the period is almost over.” Jacklyn picked up her two-thousand ton bag, and moped out of the classroom. Jacklyn studied the pass. In fuzzy letters it read, “nurse’s office.” She thought to herself, “Is my pain that noticeable?” Questions were pouring like rain in the middle of April. The sound of drums beating from celebratory songs, thanking the heavens for the glorious gift was now pounding in her head. The loud bell rang interrupting her thoughts. Thousands of people now filled the hallways. Jacklyn walked faster and faster rushing to the nurse’s office. The plastic smell of latex filled her lungs as she entered the cramped room hidden from the world. “Hello sweetie,” said the rather busty woman with a foreign accent. Jacklyn passed the woman the pink paper. “Ohhhhh, let me take your temperature.” The nurse placed the thermometer in Jacklyn’s ear. The meter read 97.2 degrees. The thick woman told Jacklyn to lay down. “Would you like to ring mum?” asked the Vick’s smelling nurse. “Yes, please,” mumbled Jacklyn. Jacklyn knew her voice sound frail as she spoke to her mother. The pain was slowly killing her. She hung up after her mother promised to come. Jacklyn turned to lay on her right side, where the pain was increasing, hoping that her weight would fight back. But it only pushed the knife deeper. Jacklyn sat up, “criss cross applesauce, spoons in the bowl” as her favorite preschool teacher used to say. Jacklyn was determined to finish her mathematics homework, Even though today’s homework was easy she could barely think, “What’s 2x3?” she thought. Ms. K appeared in the wide doorway, “Jacklyn, Mom’s here.” Jacklyn was startled. Quickly, she gathered her bag, homework and, bottle of water. She calmly walked out of the tight room. As if just being within her mother’s atmosphere was the cure, Jacklyn instantly felt better. The security was all she needed. The knife was pulled out of her stomach and the hole was stitched. p.s. i am 11 more

Resolved Question: Ideas on how to spice up a teenage girl's bedroom a bit?

Ok so I'm a teenage girl, and my bedroom is STILL transitioning from a baby to an adult's bedroom. There is still 'baby' wall paper on the walls, weird fabric print bed frame and boring bed fittings. There are the odd old person things in it, like a big antique expensive oak desk and chair, and a marble top bedside table and marble top dressor. The walls that aren't covered with hideous wallpaper are yellow, and go along with a fairy merial painted on the wall my bedroom has lots of sun roofs, and a large wall mostly window. My dad is so slow on the whole renovation thing and its so frustrating that I can't make plans for sleepovers cuz its so embarrassing. I'm a rock-n-roll kind of chicka and so are my friends so its a lil awkward. Heeeeeelp how can I spice up my bedroom for the time being? Btw my bedroom is very large and bright if that helps, lol. I've made little baby food containers with food coloring in water and put them in the window to make stain glass shadows, and lava lamp, and crazy pillows and photos around but I want to make it a bit more... more

Resolved Question: So, Heres My Finished Story Everybody, ! :D?

So as you already know, i have been posting parts of my story, Thanks to everybody whos answered it really helped. Any feedback would be amazing !, School has been shut because of snow, so we have to do this boring work ! :/ , i know its long but please hold in there ! :) , xox The Haunted Lift It was a cold snowy day outside. The wind was icy and the air fresh. My friend had run far in the distance. I saw a big fluffy white ball hit my chest, it splattered everywhere. I laughed and made the biggest snowball I could. My friend ran away, he disappeared. I raced to the end of the road and saw a peculiar looking building outside. It was black and shiny, the top of the building was silver and glistened over the sheets of snow and ice. My friend must have gone in there, there was only a small alley and he couldn’t have exited through it. I walked up the path to the strange building. The doors creaked opened as I got within a few inches. I shuddered and looked around, but I carried on. It was if something was pulling me to that peculiar building. I entered the room, and it was freezing, the cold made me shudder, I pulled my coat up around my chin. The room was deserted, there was a desk in the centre of the room, it was covered in screwed up paper and broken coffee cups. There was paper scattered all around the room, and abandoned swivel chairs stood here and there. I walked up to an old looking lift, it looked as if it had broken down. I held my breath as the doors opened, I wanted to run away as fast as my legs could carry me but something was instructing me to get into that mysterious lift. As the doors opened a small boy was sat crumpled on the floor.His eyes were as big as tennis balls and his upper lip was trembling heavily. He slowly stood up, and before I could gain my composure he had run away. I blinked. The doors remained open. I turned around to leave but something like a strange force pulled me into the lift. The doors clanged behind me, I stood glued on the spot. It seemed like a normal lift, the buttons were still intact, they were big ruby red buttons, and they counted up to twelve. Some kind of force pushed me down to the floor. Suddenly I heard an almighty grumble, lights flashed in my eyes. The buttons on the side of the lift clicked. I lifted my head up. The buttons were rearranging themselves! The big black numbers printed on them disappeared and were replaced by letters. After what felt like a lifetime the lift bolted. I don’t know whether I imagined it or not but I could hear whispers and echoes bounce off the walls. I couldn’t tell what they were saying. The buttons were rapidly rearranging i felt my body freeze as i read the eerie message. You are not alone. Then I remembered. My heart felt heavy. How could I have not realised. About a year ago my best friend Chloe had told me a story about a girl that got trapped in a lift, she got stuck there for years on her own, and nobody realised she had gone, and now she haunts the lift. At the time i had burst out laughing, a girl who got stuck in a lift, and nobody noticed. As if. Now the truth was becoming clear. There was no other explanation for the whispers, the mysterious rearranging buttons. My legs turned to jelly. Then I heard the whisper of a small girl “ Yes!, the story IS true, and whoever comes in my lift, has to PAY!”, The voice sounded sweet but the words couldn’t of terrified me more. “What do you want! “, there was a tremendous sob. As the ghost girl replied, “Freedom”. The lift vaulted up and down. I was catapulted to each side of the lift. I felt sick. The floor shook beneath me. Voices echoed round the lift, evil laughs stung my ears. There was more than one ghost here. “We need you! “. Suddenly I realised, to be free they needed me! “You need to take our place!”, “NO!” I screamed I banged on the doors but it was no use. I felt something cold breathe down my neck. I felt a rope wrap around my neck and all the way down my back.I reached out for it, but there was nothing there. Then, just when I thought it was over, I heard a “Leave!” it was the girl again. The grip of the rope loosened, the cold breath vanished, and I heard faint footsteps circle around me. My necklace felt warm against my pounding heart. I yanked it and the sliver diamond was glowing and lit the whole lift up with sparkles. I felt the ghosts weaken, I felt their presence slowly decrease. The diamond glistened less and less. “She’s got the....diamond” sang the ghosts at a slow pace. I began to feel dizzy, my head was hurting. “Put us in the..Di-a-mond”. I felt confused, how was I supposed to place these crazy ghosts into my small diamond. Then the buttons rearranged again, this time the message was longer. “I was trapped in this lift 50 years ago by a creepy ghost, I was wearing a pretty diamond like yours, and she made everybody I know forget about me”. I felt my heart slow down. My dizziness faded. This girl had been cursed. I stood up. “Hold it up, Sorry its so long ! D: more

Resolved Question: What do you think of the first part of my novel?

Chapter 1 I guess it all started when I was nine. Maybe if the trip hadn't been canceled everything would still be normal. Maybe I wouldn't be going to therapy. Maybe I would have still been happy. The thing is it did happen and the same scene replays over and over again. - - - I was sitting next to my best friend Mikaela,but I called her Mickey for short,we were in our bright Year 5 classroom waiting for Mr Walker to come in and tell us were we where going on our Christmas Trip. “Mickey do you think they'll take us to the London Eye?” I started making conversation. “I wish it was mum and dad told us that this trip was going to blow us away,” Her head was resting on the table,she was really impatient. We lived in Bibury its basically a small town in what I like to call the middle of nowhere. So taking that into account we had no idea what it was like in the big city. “Willow do you know when Mr Walker will be here? I'm getting so bored,” “How long is a piece of string?”At that moment Mr Walker walked into the room he was wearing his thick framed glasses and a red tie with a grey suit. He waltzed up up to his desk and took the register. “Ben,” “Here,” “Mia,” “Here,” “Peter,” “Here,” “Willow,” “Here,” After he had said my name I tuned out waiting for it to end. I had patience but preferred to daydream about the wackiest things. “Well that's the register done, children I'm very sorry but because of icy roads we cant go to London like we were planning so instead we'll have a half day like it said in the letter you can do what you like now who would like to go down to the art room?” About three quarters of the class raised there hands. “Well that's settled come on children” We all walked out of our class room. I spied out my picture on the wall It was my favorite I had done in school. The sunset was fading into the sea cliche but I loved it. When we got into the art room me and Mickey made Christmas Card mine had a snowman hugging a robin, we were both impressed with each others cards. When the bell rang we all ran out to the school yard. I walked with Mickey to meet her mum before I walked home. After we greeted I started treading down the snowy path to the house. The houses had a silvery look from the ice and snow, I caught my reflection in one of the windows, black hair, pale skin and grey eyes. Apparently in real life I was just a black and white photograph. I jogged on the spot a little then got my key out of my jacket pocket. I turned the handle and walked into the sitting room. Same as always the T.V was in the corner on top was a photo of me,mum and dad on top, you had the open fire place next then I saw dad and a not so unknown blonde on the couch doing something no nine year old should see. “DAD?!” - - - Then the scene would stop there. How was I supposed to know my dad was having a secret affair with my ice skating teacher? Of course I told my mum the minute she got home. The divorce papers were signed the next day and dad wasn't home. I never saw him until four years afterwords apparently he had shown 'remorse' and knew it was wrong but either way I didn't have a choice but to walk round the nearest city he could find and we would chat about the weather or school. My relationship with my mum wasn't to good either she blamed me for it happening . If I had been a 'good girl' and not told we wouldn't be in this situation ... Okay so I've got more but i wouldn't want to bore you. Please give constructive criticism and be brutal I want to know how to improve and not just here something like its good Pros and Cons will be nice Best Anwser gets 10 points more

Resolved Question: downloading safe wall paper for my compuer?

I can:t find a safe down load for a wallpaper to put on my desk top more

Resolved Question: Do you think I over reacted about my boyfriend?

I'm sure that if I explain this, either way, the boys will side with the boys, and the girls will side with the girls, but I would like another humans advice. At this time in my life, I am very depressed. I had always had slight clinical depression since my teen years (I am 20 now). Recently I made a big mistake and took a birth control that did not fully fit me. I gained a rather large amount of weight but I can honestly say that I am only chubby now and NOT fat. I am very concerned about my appearance and I am very upset for what this drug has done to me. I use to be very attractive but even at that time, the depression made me think I was ugly and fat. I have been in a relationship for over a year now. Great relationship! And though I admit that not everything is perfect, it's pretty damn close. Now in the past, I have made my mistakes. I've chosen men who cheated on me and hurt me very badly, causing me to be insecure and paranoid about it happening again. And though my boyfriend has never given me any reason to believe that he is cheating, I am still constantly concerned. Last night (Sadly on new years) I was online on my boyfriends lap top for a few minutes. I closed the internet and noticed a very large amount of icons on his desk top. I noticed several were pictures so I asked if I could look. He said sure, very casually and I opened one. It was only a picture of a project he is working on. I made a joke about it probably being porn. The next few pictures I looked at were mainly Star Craft wall papers, but suddenly a picture of a young girl came up. She was fully dressed but she was wearing short shorts. She was rather emo so I can honestly say it wasn't a random picture of a girl he is talking to. It was obviously a scene pic. Reference: http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u248/whitpay/Scene%20Hair/1413169451_l.jpg It was alot like that but... better done. I questioned him about it and he paused a moment. I asked where it came from, he said it came in a download pack. Now see, I am not a moron. I have an over analyzing disorder that causes me to know when someone is lying. So I questioned him further and became made. After two hours of arguing, I got the truth out of him. He explained he went looking for the SCII pictures and that came up. He clicked on it and saved it because he thought she was attractive. I know that he is not actually talking to this girl. He never text or calls.... ANYONE. Sad to say I check his phone all the time and I see NOTHING! And I don't mean nothing like he deleted it all. I mean nothing like here and there a boring text from family or friends. If he was dumb enough to get caught with the picture, he's not smart enough to hide an affair. So after becoming very depressed, I said I wanted to break up. He got very upset and started to cry. He said he loved me but it is hard for me to believe him when he lies to me. This is only the second time in a year he has lied to me. The only time I have ever caught him doing anything like this other than at the beginning of our relationship. I want your opinion. Did I over react? We are still together, but there is an odd silence between us suddenly. It feels like I can't trust him anymore. And I'm sure that he feels like I over reacted and said some mean things. I wouldn't break up with him for this, but it only makes things worse between us. I don't want to hear you guys accusing him of cheating. There is NO proof of him doing so. I mean no proof. And to be honest, I've never even seen a girl flirt with him. Not to be rude, but he's a chubby silent guy and girls don't normally take to him. That's why I love him. Because he's different. What should I do? Please help. more

Voting Question: To what degree (on a scale of 1-10) would you say my OCD is?

Some of the things I do: (And I don't do these things once and awhile, I do them everyday, at least 5 times a day) When I'm in the kitchen, I hit every chair with the back of my hand as I circle the table. I run my fingers along the ridges of the tablecloth, I fix the rug a few times and make sure the cupboards are shut and with one set of cupboards I press the doors shut hard and then leave. I used to make sure the curtain was covering the doorknob of our backdoor, but I've replaced that compulsion with the rug thing. When I'm in the bathroom, I tap the wall 20 times before ripping off a piece of toilet paper, then, I tap the toilet paper roll 12 times before actually flushing the toilet. I make sure that there is no water around the edges of the sink and then I fix the towel so that it looks just perfect, I make sure the right curtain is overlapping the left one and I hit the bin with washcloths in it 3 times with my foot. After I put on deodorant, I hit the deodorant down on the counter 3 times before setting it down. When I take a shower, I lay out a towel in front of the shower and if there's a single bump in the towel or a single imperfection I have to fix it or get an entirely new towel. On my way out of the bathroom, I slam the door into the wall 2 times, fiddle with the lock 2 times, and press down on the light switch repeatedly. When I'm in my room, I twist the doorknob 6 times, then I twist my lamp switch 9 times, and I fix the little rug on my floor so it looks centered and perfect. My bed has to be made a certain way every time or I won't lie down in it. At school, if I'm taking a test, it takes me twice as long because I cant just write a letter like A, B, C, or D. I have to re-trace the letter until it's very bold. I do this with every letter. And when I set books under my desk, they have to be perfectly aligned. Also, I can't have pens/pencils or the corners of books or DVDs pointed at me. I will move them if they are. With my ipod, I can see 9 songs on the screen, when I pick a song, I make sure the song is right in the middle (4 above, 4 below) or I won't listen to it, or I'll just go back and fix it so it is. With my cell phone, I have a touch-screen and I wipe off the screen 2 times through with my thumb and then rub it on my arm, and then set it down. When I flip it open, I wiggle the top half a few times before actually going on with whatever I was doing. If the bottom of my shoe ever touches my pants, I wipe my pants off for a good 2 minutes, even though I can see that nothing's on them. I make sure the bell on my cat’s collar is always centered in the front. In my closet, I run my fingers along the top of the hangers and push all the clothes to the right, numerous times. When I’m on my laptop, I open a Tabbed Browsing page, additionally to the other pages I have opened and whenever I go to iTunes or something, I click on the tabbed browsing page, and then go ahead. I always scroll to the very bottom of the page and then back to the top before I start reading the page. With iTunes, it’s basically the same thing as the ipod, focusing on getting it centered and then listen to it. I can’t have the num lock key on. I bite the skin around my nail. I crack my wrists and neck repeatedly. (My wrists crack because I hit them and the back of my hand on wooden chairs, numerous times a day) more

Resolved Question: I'm 15, and I have OCD. I need help! OCD taking over my life, and my parents don't believe me!?

I'm 15 years old and I have OCD and I need help. My parents don't think I have OCD when I clearly do. Some of the things I do: (And I don't do these things once and awhile, I do them everyday, at least 5 times a day) When I'm in the kitchen, I hit every chair with the back of my hand as I circle the table. I run my fingers along the ridges of the tablecloth, I fix the rug a few times and make sure the cupboards are shut and with one set of cupboards I press the doors shut hard and then leave. I used to make sure the curtain was covering the doorknob of our backdoor, but I've replaced that compulsion with the rug thing. When I'm in the bathroom, I tap the wall 20 times before ripping off a piece of toilet paper, then, I tap the toilet paper roll 12 times before actually flushing the toilet. I make sure that there is no water around the edges of the sink and then I fix the towel so that it looks just perfect, I make sure the right curtain is overlapping the left one and I hit the bin with washclothes in it 3 times with my foot. After I put on deodorant, I hit the deodorant down on the counter 3 times before setting it down. When I take a shower, I lay out a towel in front of the shower and if there's a single bump in the towel or a single imperfection I have to fix it or get an entirely new towel. On my way out of the bathroom, I slam the door into the wall 2 times, fiddle with the lock 2 times, and press down on the light switch repeatedly. When I'm in my room, I twist the doorknob 6 times, then I twist my lamp switch 9 times, and I fix the little rug on my floor so it looks centered and perfect. My bed has to be made a certain way everytime or I won't lie down in it. At school, if I'm taking a test, it takes me twice as long because I cant just write a letter like A, B, C, or D. I have to re-trace the letter until it's very bold. I do this with every letter. And when I set books under my desk, they have to be perfectly aligned. Also, I can't have pens/pencils or the corners of books or dvds pointed at me. I will move them if they are. With my ipod, I can see 9 songs on the screen, when I pick a song, I make sure the song is right in the middle (4 above, 4 below) or I won't listen to it, or I'll just go back and fix it so it is. With my cell phone, I have a touch-screen and I off the screen 2 times through with my thumb and then rub it on my arm, and then set it down. When I flip it open, I wiggle the top half a few times before actually going on with whatever I was doing. If the bottom of my shoe ever touches my pants, I wipe my pants off for a good 2 minutes, even though I can see that nothing's on them. My parents see some of these obsessions everyday, but they still don't seem to believe that I have OCD. I know I have OCD and I want help, so I can I convince them that I really do have OCD. When I told my dad that I think I have OCD, he said "We all get a little obsessive at times." And my dad was a doctor at a physciatric ward, he should know symptoms of OCD, I'm sure someone there had to have had OCD. Please, I need help. Kirky, I've been doing these things since I was 12, long before I even knew what OCD was. Oh, I don't know if I should put this under the same category as everything I do that's OCD related, but I crack my wrists and neck repeatedly. (My wrists crack because I hit them and the back of my hand on wooden chairs, numerous times a day) more

Resolved Question: How can you remove a bad spirit?

My mom lives in south Tx in an aparment complex. She moved in the first day in Oct. of this year, and the night before halloween, stuff started happening in the master bedroom, closet and master bath. She went to bed that night, and woke up to find a large mirror had been moved right to up against her side of the bed. Other people in the home: my dad, my sister, and my brother in law. No one would play practical jokes on her. Since then, there is stomping footsteps from an empty apt upstairs, knocking on doors when no one is there, items like pictures, shoes, iron, clothes are moved from their locations to other spots in the room. More specifically, one day after work, she walks in her room, and a 12 year old photo of her was taken from a plastic bin in the closet, and placed on her desk, along with some dress shoes. Another day, she ironed a shirt, placed the iron on the floor and went to work. When she came back, the iron was face down on her bed. Her patio door in her room keeps being unlocked when she comes back from work, after she specifically remembers locking it. A large work out ball was moved from under her desk, and forcibly sqeezed through the narrow doorway of her bathroom and was wedged betwee the toilet and the wall. This happened while she was at work. One of those stand up mirrors, the ones that can be tilted and can even be rotated all the way around an axis was found in the middle of her room, the mirror was rotated into a perfect horizontal position. Its almost impossible to do that because the screws that hold the mirror on the axis are loose and the mirror will not stay in a tilted position. Until today, these things were happening while they slept, or while everyone is at work. Tonight, as i spoke to her, she got home, placed a tied yellow plastic bag containing a doll that she took to work (shes a pre-school teacher), she placed it on her desk, and went into the kitchen, while talking to me on the phone (i'm in germany), when she got to back to her room two minutes later, the doll was out of the bag and was sitting on top of some boxes in her closet. She was terrified. She put it back in the bag, tied it up again and left the room. Half an hour later (still on the phone with me) she went to hang her coat up and the bag was wide open again. Last night, she opened her closet door up, and inside, she saw a translucent woman wearing red and white pajamas; it did not disappear, my mom bolted from the room. This spirit, is getting stronger. Now it has shown itself to her, now it is doing things while she is home and in the next room. What should she do? She just moved there and has a lease, cant afford to move out and lose deposit money, which she would need in order to pay for a new apts rent. Another fact, when she moved there, there were two young men living upstairs. A month later, they left the apt and never came back. they left all their stuff, did not pay the rent, did not come back for their things, did not talk to the manager, just left. That is where the stomping is coming from. Her neighbors that live right next door also hear the stomping from upstairs. What actions should she take in this circumstances? I have tried researching to see what violence could have occurred in those apts but have found nothing. I suggested using a black light to check for bloodstains in the closet or the room in general. I also suggested writing down some questions on a paper, leaving it in the closet, then putting a tray with white powder so the spirit could communicate while she's at work. Will that aggravate the situation? Anyone with any advice, please help me out here. Its hard hearing these things when I'm so far from home and not able to be there to help. My mom is not prone to hysterical or paranoid behavior, shes level headed and intelligent. So if she's scared, then I know that there is something really wrong. If you have nothing helpful to contribute or do not believe in this sort of thing, then move on and do not leave an answer. more

Resolved Question: I want to DELETE this little pumpkin on my desk top PLEASE HELP?

I was trying to down load a wallpaper of a cute pumpkin for Halloween,on my desk top...But it was so small it was like an inch square so i wanted to delete it ...but it wont go away! i tried right clicking and deleting it but it doesn't give me that option and i don't know the files name so when i down loaded a new wall paper its shows up right on top of my new desktop pic , i have a nice Christmas tree with a small pumpkin right on top ..its just not working PLEASE HELP I have windows xp if that will help? more

Resolved Question: Wanna hear some Great Truths from Kids?

Great Truths from Small Children No matter how hard you try, you can't baptize cats. When your mom is mad at your dad, don't let her brush your hair. If your sister hits you, don't hit her back. They always catch the second person. Never ask your 3-year old brother to hold a tomato. You can't trust dogs to watch your food. Reading what people write on desks can teach you a lot. Don't sneeze when someone is cutting your hair. Puppies still have bad breath even after eating a tic tac. Never hold a dustbuster and a cat at the same time. School lunches stick to the wall. You can't hide a piece of broccoli in a glass of milk. Don't wear polka-dot underwear under white shorts. The best place to be when you are sad is in Grandma's lap. It's hard to unlearn a bad word. Ask Why until you understand. It's easier to see the mistakes on someone else's paper. A pencil without an eraser may as well just be a pen. It's only fun to play school when you're the teacher. Sometimes the best one in the play has the fewest lines. Twelve is a lot older than eight. Sometimes your best move is blocked by your own checkers. Some nights it's not worth fighting over who gets the top bunk. Don't expect your friends to be as excited about your "100" as you are. Don't say that the "Last One is a Rotten Egg" unless you're absolutely sure there's a slow kid behind you. If you don't like the birthday girl, don't go to the party. Crawling still gets you there. If you want a kitten, start out by asking for a horse. Your room gets smaller as you get bigger. You can't start over just because you're losing the game When you're dressed up like a princess, it's easier to act like one. If a tree had apples last year, don't expect pears this year. One drop of black paint from the brush clouds the whole cup of water. You can't be everyone's best friend. A snow day is more fun than a vacation day. All libraries smell the same. Say grace. If you want someone to listen to you, whisper it. Sometimes you have to take the test before you've finished studying. Silence can be an answer. Ask where things come from. If you throw a ball at someone, they'll probably throw it back. Don't nod on the phone. more

Voting Question: Windows XP Desk Top Wall Paper Error/Bug: wall paper always moves to lower right hand corner?

Hey all: A while ago I started having a weird bug, where when I set a desktop wallpaper to be "Centered" it isn't centered in the middle of the screen, but instead in the lower right hand corner... It's offset by a bit. "Stretched" images are not centered properly either, the center of the stretched image is in the lower right corner just liked the "Centered" image. Also, I noticed when I start/shutdown my computer, my desktop wallpaper switches to a wallpaper I had before--Like if I change my wallpaper now, the wallpaper that flashes at start up/shut down is the older one I had up before. Like I have a wallpaper under my wall paper or something. This wallpaper that displays at start up/ shut down is properly centered, though. I've been looking online for ways to fix this error, but I haven't found anything that's addressed this problem I've been having specifically. more

Resolved Question: What are you using as your desk top wall paper at the moment?

Mine. A scene from the 1932 movie " White Zombie" with Bela Lugosi & zombie. I'm nosy. What's on yours? more

Resolved Question: Dream interpretation?

I have had a dream of a core of fire, I was in this fire, I wanted to free myself so I climbed the inner cave, strangely the fire had no effect on me. Nevertheless I had reached half-way to the roof of this cave with a core of fire/lake and I began tunneling through the earth but as I tunneled, a being of evil, kept trying to pull me back into the lake, at one point the tunnel I was rapidly making seemed to be stretched far as if I was being sucked back into the cave, I almost fell back into the lake, the being was climbing the walls like a spider, I pulled myself back into the tunnel, thank goodness I managed to grasp the edge, and I continued tunneling and at a certain all I could hear were the screams of the being, and then I emerged out into a grand hall of white stone possibly marble with no doors but pictures on it's walls (it was a circular room) I stood for a moment in awe until I heard the screams of the being becoming strangely louder and I looked down the tunnel and it was moving with great speed toward me, so I patted as much dirt on top of the tunnel, ran to the center and embraced the light, for the only source of light was in the middle of the room, and from the center the light faded out, so I didn't get a really good look at the pictures, I became a knight, as if that tunnel's exit into these chambers was a place I was supposed to protect, to bar any evil from trespassing into these halls that I have found. I had this dream twice, the first time it was just me in the lake, not burning but at some measure of peace, then the second dream I grew restless and unsure if this was all there was in eternity, thus I eventually made it to that hall of stone. This dream links me a very early dream in my life, my first dream, I was in endless darkness, souls were stacked like cans on an invisible shelf front to back, and at there base was a line, a seemly endless line, I grew tired of waiting in line and began knocking people out of my way lastly knocking a nerdy looking guy out, snatching the pen from the desk, and yelling "I know I know" and as the pen hit the paper I awoke. I do have problems with anger Please only respond if you have something intelligent to say. more

Resolved Question: Strange dream need some outside interpretation?

I have had a dream of a core of fire, I was in this fire, I wanted to free myself so I climbed the inner cave, strangely the fire had no effect on me. Nevertheless I had reached half-way to the roof of this cave with a core of fire/lake and I began tunneling through the earth but as I tunneled, a being of evil, kept trying to pull me back into the lake, at one point the tunnel I was rapidly making seemed to be stretched far as if I was being sucked back into the cave, I almost fell back into the lake, the being was climbing the walls like a spider, I pulled myself back into the tunnel, thank goodness I managed to grasp the edge, and I continued tunneling and at a certain all I could hear were the screams of the being, and then I emerged out into a grand hall of white stone possibly marble with no doors but pictures on it's walls (it was a circular room) I stood for a moment in awe until I heard the screams of the being becoming strangely louder and I looked down the tunnel and it was moving with great speed toward me, so I patted as much dirt on top of the tunnel, ran to the center and embraced the light, for the only source of light was in the middle of the room, and from the center the light faded out, so I didn't get a really good look at the pictures, I became a knight, as if that tunnel's exit into these chambers was a place I was supposed to protect, to bar any evil from trespassing into these halls that I have found. I had this dream twice, the first time it was just me in the lake, not burning but at some measure of peace, then the second dream I grew restless and unsure if this was all there was in eternity, thus I eventually made it to that hall of stone. This dream links me a very early dream in my life, my first dream, I was in endless darkness, souls were stacked like cans on an invisible shelf front to back, and at there base was a line, a seemly endless line, I grew tired of waiting in line and began knocking people out of my way lastly knocking a nerdy looking guy out, snatching the pen from the desk, and yelling "I know I know" and as the pen hit the paper I awoke. I do have anger issues, which affect thoughts that burn there way into my head, as if a constant reminder, but since I live by my morals and ethics I find little difficulty ignoring them and concentrating on thinking a bit more clearly than my anger having clouded my thoughts. just a little bit more info F.y.i :) There was a strangely bright being who was stationed at the desk like a clerk more

Resolved Question: book about a teenage sex addict?

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I got a new wallpaper for my computer, it had alot of red in it, whenever I would have nothing up on my screen and just have the wall paper showing it would make a very soft buzz / hum noise come from my headphones I use for audio on the computer. I changed to a different desk top wallpaper now looking at my desktop doesnt make that sound anymore also certain websites , forums, and certain add banners also cause this soft buzzing / humming noise, is this normal or a sign of a problem ir something else entirely? I got avast running and it always pops up and stops any incoming viruses from anything I open or download, I also got adaware running all the time too, and the picture is gone and ive run both a scan for malware and viruses and not found anything, so I dont think its that. more

Resolved Question: QUESTION RESPOND ASAP?

Hi im writing a series called NIGHT ROAMER and it's about a normal 15 year old girl who lives with her dad and 4yearold brother on a farmhouse in Kansas and she becomes a werewolf, PLEASE GIVE ME FEEDBACK, Thanks NIGHT ROAMER Book 1: Eternity CHAPTER 1 The soft rain drummed against my windowsill. I subconsciously tapped my #2 pencil against my head, jumping every time I heard the crack of thunder, and a white flash out my window. I watched a small fly circle around the short lamp on my desk, flying away every time it hit the hot light bulb. I sat at the wooden desk my grandfather made for me for my 8th birthday, those seven years ago. He had engraved his name in the bottom right corner of my beloved desk. Charlie Winscoff, it read. I smiled at his name. His wrinkled old face flashed through my mind. His blue eyes twinkled as he picked me up and twirled me around when I was six. He was wearing his favorite tan trousers with his blue longsleeve collar shirt. That memory came up a lot. C-R-A-A-C-K!!! I jumped, causing myself to fall out of my chair. A flash of white light brightened my small room, enabling my to view my familiar white bed, the gray carpet I was now laying on, and all the shelves filled of pictures of my family and I, including my golden retriever puppy, Joey. All of a sudden, my room was dark again. My lamp seemed to have gone out, because my room was black. I only heard the pounding of the rain, the ticking of the clock above my bed, and the sound of my breathing. I fumbled around, searching for my desk. I felt the soft carpet, moving my hand back and fourth in a continuous motion until I felt the legs of the hard desk. I pulled my fingers up to the top of the desk, and lifted myself up. I hoped the booming thunder didn’t wake up my dad and little brother. I sat back down in my chair, feeling around for the lamp that sat on the desk. I flicked it back on, the bright light burning my eyes. I glanced at the clock above my bed. 2:33 AM it read, letting me know that I had been awake for 6 ½ hours doing my English homework. Glancing down at the paper that was due in less than nine hours, I yawned, feeling sleep creeping up on me. I shook my head to make sure that I wouldn’t fall asleep in my chair. “I’ll finish it in the morning,” I mumbled, getting up and making my way to my bed. I flopped down on the comforter, my face on the pillow. I turned my head to the side, looking at the picture of my grandfather and me two years ago. We look good in that blue frame, I thought silently to myself, closing my eyes, and falling asleep. “Linda, get ready! It’s 7:15!” My dad shouted from the kitchen below. My eyes slowly opened as my dad yelled to me. The smell of eggs, bacon and burnt toast with jelly wavered around my nose. I sat up in my bed, letting my eyes adjust to the morning light streaming in. I noticed that it had stopped raining; I heard a few drops of rainwater still falling, but all in all it was clear skies. I drew in a deep breath of the fresh morning air, and stood up and walked to the bathroom down the hall. I got undressed and opened the shower door, turning on the water. A jet of ice cold water hit my face and body, and I shivered and jumped back out of the shower stall. I took a deep breath. The continuous running of the cold water made a pounding sound against the tile wall in the stall; I sighed and jumped back in. The water was fresh and crisp, and it reminded me of a fresh apple just picked from the tree. My heart beat faster and faster, and my fragil body exploded in shivers from the cold, and my arms finally huddled together in an attempt to warm myself. I couldn’t take the cold water anymore. I hopped out, quickly flipping off the water. I shivered. I grabbed a white, fluffy towel that was thrown over the towel bar. “DAD!” I yelled. I ran down the stairs, finding my dad trying to blow on some burnt toast (that explains the smell of the burnt toast this morning) and my little four year old brother in his high chair, complaining that his cereal had too little milk. I held my white towel a little tighter as I walked down the stairs and around the kitchen table. “’Good morning, Linda! Could you give David some more milk in his cereal? I’m a little busy right now.” Dad said, addressing me. “Yeah, sure. Dad, the pipes shot out cold water again.” I griped as I grabbed the milk from the fridge and poured some more milk in my little brother, David’s bowl. “’Tank you, ‘Lindy!” David clumsily clapped his little hands together. He smiled up at me, and then went back to his bowl. He shot out at the cereal with his left hand like a cobra snatching a mouse. He stuffed the cereal in his mouth, and he smiled up at me again, pieces of the dead cereal falling out of his mouth and into his lap. 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I want to apologize for the length, but it means a lot to me to get some kind of interpretation of this dream. It has just stuck with me and in such great detail. When I was like 14 I had a dream that myself and about 30 other people were being herded into a large, empty warehouse to play some game. I had no idea what we were playing, but everyone else knew exactly how the game was played. There was a man in one corner at a desk. There was no light on him, therefore no detail of who he was. Another man began passing out little containers, much like those little plastic egg containers in 25 cent machines. The man would toss you the container. If you did not catch it, then you could not play. I didn't know this and dropped mine, then proceeded to pick it up and open it. There were two slips of paper that had a word on each. One slip said "lavender" and the other said "pretty". The man passing out the eggs noticed I had picked mine up after he had given out like 5 other containers. He got so frustrated, he didn't finish giving out the words. The man at the desk had a large bowl with words that matched the words in the containers. Apparently the point of the game was to have the word that matched the one that the man in the corner drew. Once he chose the word, we found that the last man to receive an egg had its match. This man knew full well what would happen if he won. He then turned and faced the wall. A helper then cuffed his wrists and ankles to the wall. He bowed his mid-section out from the wall. Two other helpers came out with some primitive-looking sawing mechanism with turning handles on the top and bottom. They sawed that man in half. That was the end of my dream. more

Resolved Question: Does my room reflect my personality?

I want to change my room, because I don't think that it reflects who I am, but some people say that I'm over exaggerating My room: Light green walls, with absolutely nothing on them A 5 shelf book shelf, the bottom shelf is almost completely filled with books, and there are a few on the top shelf to. The second shelf from the bottom has some stuff I made from clay, there is also a few clay pieces on the shelf above that one, one of them is a huge mug that is filled with little plastic animals, but mostly that shelf is filled with birthday cards from friends and family, and thins like that. The second to last shelf has my DVD, so in other words, it's almost empty. Pictures I've drawn, mostly leaning against the shelf. A parakeet playground and a cardboard box filled with other bird care supplies. Wrapping paper. Some cardboard boxes where I keep some of my other stuff, like artwork I don't really like. Desk, a bunch of papers, that are important to me in one way or another, a box of pencils, a leopard print vase (not my choice) with yellow roses, cute animal calender, colored pencils, a spray for cleaning glasses, glue, stapler, tape. There is a binder and a yearbook on the floor by the desk. Gray chair, my backpack (purple, with pink and white flowers (getting new one soon (I hope))), a bunch of plastic bags are on top of it. There is a black tote bag, with a pattern of different colored hearts, it has my swim stuff inside. Bed, pillows, if you look carefully, they have pictures of roses on them, bed sheet, white with small pinkish purple flowers, I like, but no one ever sees it, beige blanket, there are usually some clothe I wore the day before and a toy dog on the far end. There is a rag doll I made around here somewhere. There is a large gap between the bed and wall, where things tend to fall, but I can't move my bed any closer. Door, there is a bird shaped hanger, that sometimes falls of, it has two bathrobes on it, one that I use right no, purple and fuzzy, and an older neon yellow one that says princess on it, it also has a huge crown on the back. Dresser, there are some gym clothe sticking out from the lowest drawer, and a parakeet cage on top, obviously there is a parakeet inside the cage. There is a towel that I use to cover up the cage at night. There is a large sliding door closet mirror, two of my jacket sleeves are sticking out (different jackets). Finally, there is a pink "organza hatbox", on top of a jack-o-lantern shaped candy bag, which I borrowed for Halloween from my friends, and still haven't returned. My room is slightly messy, but it still takes only a few seconds to clean. Me: I am 14 years old, and am going to 8th grade this year. I love to read, in fact, most members in my family think I read to much. I like almost any type of art, but my favorite are pottery and acting. I like science too tough, but I don't really have a favorite type their. I pretty much hate sports, specially ones that include balls, the sports I do like are rock climbing, skating, riding my bike, and kind of swimming. I love anything to do with animals and nature, as long as it isn't a spider, and I tend to get emotionally attached to any type of animal that I have seen close up, or held, which is why I don't eat lobster, and will never dissect a frog, unless I am forced to in High School or veterinary school (where I'm hoping to end up). My friends think that I'm weird that way, and it's not like less frogs will be killed for dissection, but I still think I'm at least making a small difference. Anyway, me and my friend have decided that everybody is weird, which makes being weird normal, and my weirdness is that I get emotionally attached to anything, starting with ants and ending with giraffes, oh, and memorizing random things. I am at leas a year older than all of my friends, so I am often the one who is left in charge whenever we go somewhere without our parents, so I at least try to be the responsible one, but I can't say i always succeed, because I'm not exactly the most organized person on earth. It's a little funny, I like to organize things, but I never stick to it. Oh, and my favorite colors are blue and purple. So basically, I want my room to show that I love reading, animals, spending time with friends, pottery/drawing/acting, and rock climbing. It would be nice if it had storage space that made it easy to organize things, and maybe had something blue or purple in it (not the wall colors). And I don't want it be too girlie (a little is nice, just not too much), or look like it belongs to someone much younger, or much older than me. Would you say my room has at least some or those qualities? Which ones? What should I do to add the other ones? more

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My boss is the kind of person who does not throw anything, and I mean anything away. His his desk and surrounding furniture is buried under stacks of magazines and paper. It is a complete mess. His work area between his chair and computer is filled with paper clips, pens, post it's stuck everywhere, and dust. He considers himself to be well organized. He has a million things to remember and do and seems to be on time with everything but the mess is driving me nuts. We have no more space to put our new folders and files. Behind me, secured to the wall is a wooden bookshelf which is very sturdy but extremely overloaded with thick binders. It has now gotten to the point that I have had to place binders on the top of the book shelf for lack of space on the actual shelves. I noticed that one of the shelves seems to have sagged slightly in the middle from the weight. If it gives way, the extremely heave binders will fall directly onto my neck, head and back. I pointed this out to him but he does not give much attention to these kind of things. I can't move my desk in another position because space is limited and am starting to feel anxious about it. I have broached the subject 2-3 times without any results. Any suggestions? more

Resolved Question: I am writing a fantasy series and I want to know if this sounds like an interesting beginning.?

Ok so the series I am writing is a fantasy series and it has a lot of twists and turns in it. Daveigh starts out in Tennessee and then she finds out that she is a witch and she travels to a different dimension to fight an evil sorcoress (spelling?) that she was destined to defeat. The sorcoress tried to steal her powers when she was a baby but Daveigh ended up taking her powers instead, so the sorcoress is trying to get her powers back. All of it, of course, will get explained throughout the series, but this is just how I am starting it. I want to know if you find it interesting. If you do, and you want me to post the rest of my chapters and what not on here I will and you all can help me improve my writing!=) It seemed strange that a night in the start of August could be so cold. The air was still, as if everyone in the small town in Tennessee were holding their breath, waiting for the moment that Daveigh was hoping to stop. Ignoring the excruciating pain in her side, she continued to run along the deserted street. The only light came from the crescent moon above, getting hidden out of sight every once in a while as a misty cloud drifted over it, and the flickering porch light that marked her destination. She wanted to stop; she wanted to believe that nothing was really happening. But deep in her heart, ever since her 14th birthday, she knew that nothing would be normal anymore. The porch light drew closer and she could make out the familiar blood red door of her cottage: It was open. She ran faster and her heart beat with both fear and because she had been sprinting for two miles without stopping. She finally stopped and caught her breath when she reached the door. Taking a deep breath she walked bravely inside. The inside of her cottage was dark and silent. She flipped on the light and saw that everything looked the same, as if no one had been inside. She looked at the wall and saw her parents happy faces looking back at her. That was her favorite picture in the whole house: The picture of her parents the day they had adopted her. Tears filled in her eyes as she crept silently down the hallway. Why am I bothering? She thought. It’s too late. Despite her feelings of hopelessness, she called out, “Mom? Dad?” Her voice seemed to echo through the tense air, but there was no response. Her body shook as she remembered exactly what she had seen in her dream. She stopped at the first door on the right. Peering inside, she saw a messy room with clothes strewn all across the floor, papers flooding her desk and the floor around it, and a jumbled heap of blankets on top of her bed. Normally this wouldn’t be a surprise, only she had just cleaned her room that morning on her mother’s orders. Someone had obviously been looking for something… She hurried farther down the hallway, stopping at the last door on the left. Her heart missed a beat as she thought about what she could possibly be walking inside to find. Taking a deep, calming breath she opened the door. Taking one look at her parents, she screamed a loud, high pitched scream. Her father’s face looked terrified, his mouth open as if he were still trying to scream. Her mother’s hazel eyes were pleading, her cheeks stained with tears. Her hand was intertwined with her husband’s. Daveigh sunk to her knees, crying into her hands, unable to look at the horrific scene any longer. She saw car lights shine in through the window through the open gaps in between her fingers. She heard hurried footsteps down the hall, but she sat on the floor, unable to move, unable to think. “Daveigh,” a family friend and police officer, Dale, began. He stopped dead in his tracks when he glanced up at the bed where his two friends lay, dead. “Oh my God! What happened?” Tears filled in his eyes. Daveigh looked up into the officer’s eyes. All she could get out was a coarse whisper, “Why are they doing this to me?” Daveigh is pronounced "Duh-vay" Oh, and by the way, I am, in any way, shape, or form, NOT giving anyone permission to copy my work! This work is completely and totally mine. I plan on trying to get it published and if anyone uses any of this I WILL sue. more

Resolved Question: please critic my essay!?

Start Your Engines An old brick building with the words Eliazo Hall is conspicuously inscribed on the white washed wall. Seated outside the dorm lobby was a middle-aged woman who looked for my name in her list and handed me the keys to my room. With my luggage in tow, I slowly walked down the long hallway, as if waiting for my death sentence. Upon reaching my room, I was greeted by newly painted cabinets in sky blue with dust piling on top, wooden beds with grubby mattresses and a grimy floor that needed much scrubbing. Welcome to the Ateneo Dormitory. Approximately sixteen days of living inside the Ateneo dorm is already enough for me to fully comprehend why my brother preferred to reside here rather than live in a swanky, high-end condominium. It is, without a doubt, more convenient than living elsewhere. For starters, dormers don’t have to worry about waking up extra early to avoid excessive traffic jams. The nearest building is only 75 steps away from our dorm. Secondly, dormers could just go back in the dorm anytime, which proves to be useful in case we forget something, or to kill time during those extremely long breaks. Thirdly, living in the dormitory would save us the trouble of worrying on how to get home. What even makes dorm life even better is the fact that we get to learn a lot of new things. We become more open minded as we grasp other people’s culture and beliefs. Other than that, we learn to be more considerate of other people and their needs. We learn to be more independent and do things ourselves. A lot of people perceive the dormitory in a negative way. True, there’s no air-conditioning, no kitchen and no personal bathroom. There’s no maid to clean up after our mess. The canteen food may not be as sumptuous as the one’s back home. But we are humans and one thing that we are very capable of doing is adjusting to our environment. Humility aside, I grew up a bit pampered and ignorant to the ways of the world. I do not know how to cook, how to wash the dishes and how to do my laundry. Right now, I still don’ t know how to cook but I can do the rest I have mentioned above. But so much more than that, is the friends I have gained and the people I have met along the way. The floor has been scrubbed and mopped. The cabinets, which were once empty, are piled with hoards of clothing, month long supply of cup noodles and canned goods. There are already piles of paper cluttered all over the desk. The trashcans are overflowing with plastics and paper cups. Four teenagers inhabit this room. please help me on how to improve it. more

Resolved Question: it's not a reoccurring dream, but a place that appears in more than one dream. does this happen to anyone else?

there is this house. it appears in my dreams about every other year. i have probably visited it about ten times. it is always the same, but slightly different. maybe the wall paper has changed, or there is a strange new smell or mood in the air, or i discover a new wing or hidden room within the house. the home has never been owned by the same person twice, rather it has switched hands between relatives. there are a number of bedrooms, a finished attic with floor boards, and a rocking chair, a trunk, lots of dust, a stain glass window, and a broken staircase that's hard to climb down. there is also a library. the library is what i remember most about the house. it's almost like i grew up there. i remember the wood floor, and an oval rug, there was a fireplace so huge that you could stand inside of it, and an old desk that i used to hide beneath. i remember the smell of peppermint and pipe tobacco and the stale smell of old leather books. there was a very high ceiling and a set of metal spiral stairs that led to a sort of loft area that circled the entire room. the walls were lined with books from top to bottom. in one dream when i was younger, i remember sitting alone on the second floor with my feet dangling over the side. i was hiding from someone and i had a snow globe in my hands. i lost my grip and the snow globe fell to the floor and the glass shattered. in one of my more recent dreams i walked into the library and found the scratches on the floor where the globe fell. is that weird? i also remember a strange doorway hidden inside of a closet in the master bedroom. if you were to walk into the closet and open a second door which which lay just beyond the jackets you would find yourself in a second room. you would pass through two more rooms (a total of three) and eventually come to a stair case. that stair case led to a basement. i remember that there were two basements in this house, one that was finished and furnished (this one was accessible from the kitchen) and was more of a common area. however this one was more of a cellar than a basement. it was cold and damp, with stone walls. you could hear the wind whistling through it's cracks. i don't think i ever had the courage to go down into it. does anyone else have a place like this that they visit in their dreams? it's hard to get there. i am excited whenever i do dream about it because it becomes more real with every visit. * * * my grandmother told me that when i was younger (less than five) she and i were on a drive in the country when i spotted a large old house. according to her i popped a very random question, "grandma, do you remember a long time ago, when i was the mother and you were the daughter and we lived in that house?" her story gave me goosebumps. but i'm curious, did my dream house ever really exist? was this lonely house in the country my home in a past life? more

Resolved Question: Would you keep reading?

Hi everyone. I'm writing a book called Splarge. It's about a boy's project who turns evil. It's two stories that come together as one. Here's what I got so far. Tell me what you think. Splarge Super Powerful Liquid Anti-Frozen Rubber-like Gelatin Substance Extra Terrestrial Chapter One Kevin Smith was sitting at his desk. Papers were cluttered everywhere. Sweat was pouring down his forehead. He mixed the last chemical in order to make Splarge. One mistake and Splarge could blow up. The gelatin-like substance started to grow. Kevin started to sweat harder. A green liquid poured into the beaker filled with chemicals. In five seconds there would be a living, breathing, alien-like substance sitting on his desk. In only five… four… three…two… “KEVIN!”, Called Mrs. Smith. The green liquid spilled all over Kevin’s desk. “It’s time for dinner!”, she called. Kevin was infuriated. He was so close to making Splarge. He opened his door and ran downstairs to his parents sitting at the dinner table, waiting for him. “Do you understand what you just did?”, Kevin asked furiously as he pulled out his chair. His mother shrugged. “What you just did,”, Kevin began, “Is destroyed Splarge! I was this close!”. Kevin held and squinted two fingers up in the air. “This CLOSE! I’m sorry that I’m yelling but this is really important!”, Kevin knew he was in for punishment after this meal. “You do NOT raise that tone of voice with me young man!”, Kevin’s Mother yelled at the top of her lungs. For the rest of that dinner everything was silent until Kevin’s Father said, “So how’s school?”. Naomi Smith looked at her husband like he was crazy. Kevin was eating his dinner, pasta salad, chicken nuggets, and chicken flavored noodles. “It’s Fide.”, Kevin said with a mouthful of noodles. “Fide?” “Fine.”, Kevin swallowed. “What are you doing for the science fair?” “I told you! Splarge.” “Oh Yeah I forgot, Mr. Grouchy!” Kevin got up and pushed in his seat. “Can I be excused?”, he asked. He wanted to go work on Splarge and be alone. “Sure.” Kevin ran upstairs to his room. He was shocked once he entered it. Green liquid was everywhere. Slime, maybe. It was on his baseball trophy, it was on his Aerosmith poster, it was on his Back To The Future Collectors License Plate ( which was labeled OUTTATIME ), It was on his Electric Guitar, on his Plasma Screen TV, on everything. “MOM!”, he yelled. Chapter Two Amber Christopher was making her final touches for her science fair project. A laser beam that could turn things evil. She put the generator, which had a hole for the laser, into a telescope with the back lens off. With a touch of a button and a perfect aim something could turn evil. She was ready to do her first test run. She pressed the button on the side, and aimed it crumbled piece of paper. Then she pressed another button which made the paper levitate and then turn evil. Suddenly, the paper grew arms and legs and grew a mouth, nose, and eyes too. “MEEP!”, the paper screeched. Amber thought it sounded like Beaker from the Muppets. The paper walked over to a poster of Jesse McCartney and tore it in half. “NOW IT’S ON!“, Amber flipped a switch which made the object good and back to normal. She aimed at the paper and pressed the button. The laser missed and made a hole in her wall. Amber cursed. “What’s going on up there?”, Amber’s mother Joy yelled from downstairs. Amber gulped. “Nothing!”, she lied. Amber grabbed the duct tape and covered the hole in the wall. Then, she grabbed pink paint to cover up the gray of the tape. After that she grabbed a box and poked a hole in it. She sneaked up on the paper monster and covered it with the box. She ran to the machine and pressed the button and aimed the laser into the hole. “Say good bye to this world paper monster!”, Amber was about to press the button. The box started to move. Amber gulped. She followed the moving box with the laser. Right when she was about to press the button a breeze came through the room causing amber’s caramel brown hair flutter in the breeze. She looked at what cause the breeze. The door was opened and in the doorway was her mother. “I can explain!”, Amber tried to think how to explain this crazy situation. “I already know what happened, honey. You were practicing for your science fair!” “Yeah, with my goodness ray!”, Amber saw the box move. She picked up a softball on the floor and tossed it at it. “Why’d you do that sweetie?” “Uh… I was uh…. Practicing my throwing!” “Um… okay, Well, I’ll be downstairs if you need me.” “Okay, mom.”, Amber was so nervous. If her mother found out she had an evil ray she would’ve been grounded. Close call! Thought Amber. Would You Keep Reading? Rate it out of ten Do You Like It? Do you think it's original? Who do you like better Amber or Kevin? Why? Would you read if published? Thx guys! CYA more

Resolved Question: Astro Knights Walkthrough?

go on the fountain. get the gold coin. go in the mordred museum. go to your items and click use on the gold coin. the guy in the museum will let you explore around. click on the books. you wont be able to use them, but the guy will give you a library slip. go to the castle. go to the right and into the library. go to the fiction section. click on McM. a door will open. go down, get the moldy cheese, and flip the switch. go up, and out of the library. go to the left. go into the maid's room. leave out the moldy cheese by pressing use on the inventory. the mouse will eat it. go on the chest and get the secret note. go to the farm. ask the pimply guy for manure. you will use this later. go on the ladder and get the rope. you will use this later too. go in the mill. jump up to the goth girl and click on her. she will tell you to give her your secrets, and she'll give you yours. you give her the secret note. she gives you a thing to use by the fountain. go to the fountain. click on the plaque. click crescent moon, Saturn, star, sun. a passage will open up. go in and talk to all of the people. one of them will give you a key. go to the farm place. go on the middle of the hay stacks. push them away from each other. you will see a door thing. click use on the key. go in the door. jump to the owl.the owl will go outside. go outside and release the mouse. the owl will eat it and follow your every command. go back through the door thing, go all the way to the left, and push on the wall until it breaks. go in the little hole and the robot will explode. it will leave this green thing, which is fuel. click on the owl, and click on the green thing. go to the castle. go up to the arrow thing outside. click use on the rope. then aim the arrow at the princess' room on the left. once you get it on the princess" room, go on the rope and go in the princess' room. on the desk or something there will be a note. get it. go to the museum and click on the papers under the bed. then go to the farm place. jump on the mill grinder things until the door at the top opens. go through the door, and use the manure. go outside and jump on the hover craft. go to the UFO and click on it. drag the fuel to the old fuel. then put in 56, 52. then press launch. you will crash on pewter moon. go to the boss and click on the third question. he will let you build a space ship. make a space ship, and go to the coordinates 15, 15. go in the planet. get out of the space ship. go down to the bottom floor. get the green sword lance thing. bounce back to the top. swing to the other side go right. jump over the mockingbirds and get the unicorn. fight the mother falcon by shooting at it. once you finish, go back to the space ship, and go to the coordinates 83, 20. get on the planet. jump on the platforms, while avoiding the lava. go into the volcano. on the windy part, when it stops, run quickly to then next part that the wind doesn't touch. then at the bottom talk to the guy and you will fight the fire dragon. jump up on the chains, and keep trying to get to the lever. when you get to it, click it and put an ice arrow in its mouth. keep doing that until it dies. then go on your space ship and go to the coordinates 73, 83. go to the space sharks and make them chase you. then go to the black hole which is at about 80, 50, or 50, 80. let the space shark get sucked in. but avoid getting sucked in yourself. do that to all the sharks then go on the ice planet. jump on the platforms while avoiding falling in the icy waters. climb up the hills and talk to the knight. you will fight the tiger helicopter. use the shield to reflect the snowballs, and make them bounce back to the yellow ball on the helicopter. once you have done that to all three balls, go back to the space ship, go to the asteroid belt which is all the way on the left. then at the bottom of the asteroid belt is an asteroid with a building on it. click on that. then go to the top of the building and click on the key. a vortex will open. go in the vortex. go to the bottom. talk to the princess. it turns, out, she is actually a he, Mordred! you give him all the weapons. then you have to solve the puzzle. this video will show you how to solve it : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HXcmgC4kfmE then to defeat mordred, avoid the razors, when he's done throwing razors,he'll start dropping bombs. pick up the bombs and go right above the green orb. when the bomb is about to blow up, drop it on the robot's green orb. do that 2 times, then mordred will kill the owl. you have to use your guy to jump up on the robot and onto the chandeliers. he'll shoot a laser at you and then the chandelier will fall on him. do that 2 times and then you will destroy the robot. then mordred comes out and tries to take over the universe, but the princess gets out and tackles him. you are teleported back to the castle and the king knights you. You Win! more

Resolved Question: I really want to redo my room?

I really want to redo my bedroom because it has been the same since I was born. I have older sisters and they got to redo their rooms 2 years ago but they were a bit older but there rooms were not nearly as childish. My room has two toned blue walls with a teddy bear wall paper about 14cm thick in between the two colors and a love heart one up the top. My bed frame is pink (btw I hate pink sooo much) with this little girl white bedspread with fairies and hearts all in pink with sparkles =( I have this old beanbag with holes, tacky white shelves and desk with a hutch which are also white and my bedside lamp is one of those $10 ikea lamps for desks. It's all horrible. Mum wont let me get rid off teddies or all these posters of babies with teddies and winnie the pooh I mean come on I'm 13!! Is there anywhere in Western Australia (or places that deliver there) that I can get CHEAP good quality nice furniture or any ways I can convince my mum to let me redo my room. My room is sooo embarrassing PLEASE HELP more

Resolved Question: HELP!!!! I don't know how to keep my room clean!!!?

Before I start, thanks for reading this!! So..... I have what you could call a bedroom on the small end. It is 10ftx10.5ft, and I have a ton of trouble keeping it organized. I have 2 problems: One, how do I clean it? It is really messy and I don't know where to start. Two, how do I keep it clean? I have a lot of trouble with this. Here is some info that may help: Furniture: I have a desk that is 4 ft long and 2 ft wide. It has two tiny drawers and a hutch with some small shelves I use for displaying little keepsakes. My model horses are on top of my hutch. I love them and could never put them away. I use a little wooden filing cabinet with a shelf for my bedside table, and I put my earring tree, clock, lamp, etc. on it. 3 bookshelves that are always filled to the brim. I love to read. My bunk bed. My dilemma with this is whichever bunk I don't sleep on gets stuff piled on it, for instance, my guitar and electric piano for writing songs. My shelves in my closet, which are large and deep. They are packed with art supplies, sewing materials, clothes, papers, finished crafts with nowhere to go (Like my dragon sculpture), my horseback riding stuff I rarely use, clothes, etc. My problem with these is, how do I keep them organized? I have a small rod in there for my formal clothes, so dresses, etc. My dresser. It has three drawers, but I only use 2 for clothes. The other I use for hairbrushes, my favorite sweatshirt, clothes for the next day, ponytail holders, bobby pins, etc. No matter how hard I try, I can't seem to put away all my clean clothes. My floor!!!! I seem to put stuff down on every flat surface. I have a checklist on my wall for all this to help me check it off as I clean, but it doesn't seem to be working!!! Help!!!!! I want to save my parents money though!!!! I would love ideas on how to make a reading area that simulated a window seat without taking up a ton of space!!! Fun crafts that would help me stay organized would be appreciated, because I love art. And yes, I am a packrat. I can't help it, it is how I am. Being a 13 year old with a lot of stuff is hard, but I can't bring myself to say goodbye. I can get rid of clothes and shoes, and my mom got me to say bye to a lot of my old stuffed animals, but I have old dressup clothes in the basement, and old bracelets and necklaces from when I was little. more

Resolved Question: I need help organizing my room!!!!?

Before I start, thanks for reading this!! So..... I have what you could call a bedroom on the small end. It is 10ftx10.5ft, and I have a ton of trouble keeping it organized. I have 2 problems: One, how do I clean it? It is really messy and I don't know where to start. Two, how do I keep it clean? I have a lot of trouble with this. Here is some info that may help: Furniture: I have a desk that is 4 ft long and 2 ft wide. It has two tiny drawers and a hutch with some small shelves I use for displaying little keepsakes. My model horses are on top of my hutch. I love them and could never put them away. I use a little wooden filing cabinet with a shelf for my bedside table, and I put my earring tree, clock, lamp, etc. on it. 3 bookshelves that are always filled to the brim. I love to read. My bunk bed. My dilemma with this is whichever bunk I don't sleep on gets stuff piled on it, for instance, my guitar and electric piano for writing songs. My shelves in my closet, which are large and deep. They are packed with art supplies, sewing materials, clothes, papers, finished crafts with nowhere to go (Like my dragon sculpture), my horseback riding stuff I rarely use, clothes, etc. My problem with these is, how do I keep them organized? I have a small rod in there for my formal clothes, so dresses, etc. My dresser. It has three drawers, but I only use 2 for clothes. The other I use for hairbrushes, my favorite sweatshirt, clothes for the next day, ponytail holders, bobby pins, etc. No matter how hard I try, I can't seem to put away all my clean clothes. My floor!!!! I seem to put stuff down on every flat surface. I have a checklist on my wall for all this to help me check it off as I clean, but it doesn't seem to be working!!! Help!!!!! I want to save my parents money though!!!! <`\__~ (( // I would love ideas on how to make a reading area that simulated a window seat without taking up a ton of space!!! I mean something that simulates a window seat, ie the same effect. Also, I have a cat, and since he was a stray we took in and he fights with our other one, his litter box is in my room and he tracks litter everywhere!!!! How can I work with this problem as well? more

Resolved Question: Review my story? I had to write a story for english and im wondering if its any good:)?

The project was to take someone who is stereotyped like a cheerleader or a jock and show that their life may not be what it seems. Release Life is like a brick wall. As a whole, it’s plain, overlooked, unnoticed – unimportant. But, with the loss of each brick people begin to worry, but no one realizes the true damage until all that’s left is a pile of debris lying on the ground, neglected. Another one of my bricks crumbled to the ground, as their fighting words soaked through the door and into my brain. My body started to shake as I lay on my firm mattress, my head floating on the ice-cold blue pillow like a cloud; just floating, free from everything. Sometimes I wished I could be a cloud and fly away, leaving all my cares and worries down on earth. I rolled over, leaving my dreams on the pillow, and scanned the room for my pom-poms. My bedside table stood there, still not having been cleaned since my mom bought it at a yard sale last month. On it sat the remains of my lunch: a half eaten grilled cheese and an empty glass of water. Yes, I know what you’re thinking. She’s the captain of the cheerleading squad – her closet must be filled with pink Marc Jacobs bags and Burberry dresses. But no, the plastic hangers held my overly worn sweaters and three pairs of $19.99 jeans. Ever since Mom lost her job and Dad started smoking and drinking again, new clothes haven’t really been a priority. Around the corner from my dresser was my door; another crack beginning to form from when Dad slammed it shut this morning. I had asked for a ride home from school tomorrow, since it was suppose to rain. I hadn’t realized he’d been doing shots all morning, and he called me “spoiled”, threw my backpack across the room, and slammed the door shut. I tried to make it seem like these things didn’t bother me, but they did. They were the reason that crisp white letter had been sitting on my desk for nine days. “Ding…ding…ding,” the bells outside chimed 11:00PM. I leaned over to set my alarm for 4:45 AM. I had a morning shift and if I missed it Dad would freak. I had known for a while that he was taking money out of my account, but with Mom and he out of work I was too nervous to say anything. I continued to scan the room for my pom-poms. I needed to bring them to school to leave in my locker for the big game on Friday night. I looked to my desk, and my stress began to bubble up inside me again. There, sitting next to my pom-poms, was probably the biggest decision I would ever make. On top of the desk lay that spine-chilling letter. That letter – that tiny piece of paper – was the reason tears had been glued to my face for the last two hours. The reason I hadn’t spoken a word to any of my friends for a week, and the reason my homework folder had been lying on the floor for days, untouched. It screamed to me, begging me to be opened. “To the parents and/or guardians of Chloe Svolos,” written smoothly across the center with a thin black line across it jumped out at me, strangled me. But if I did open it, my worst fears would be confirmed. That envelope held Mrs. Kovals recommendation for my involvement in therapy classes, beginning in just a week. A “recommendation” for me to tell a complete stranger about what really went on in my house. A “recommendation” for my family to be ripped apart, word by word. It may have been my change in behavior at school, or my recent appeal to jeans and sweatshirts when it was almost 85 degrees out. Whatever it was, she knew, and today she had told me if she was going to call home if she didn’t hear a response by tomorrow. I pulled my body forward, not sure where the strength was coming from and, like a robot, lifted the letter from its almost two week long resting spot, and walked downstairs to leave it in the kitchen to be signed in the morning. As if leaving a bomb, and sprinted back upstairs, turned off the light, and forced my body into a dreamless sleep. * * * * * The ringing of the alarm ran through my head, pulling me back into consciousness. As if in slow motion I pulled myself out of the warmth of the sheets and into the frosty morning air. I wiped the tiredness from my eyes and pulled a sweatshirt and dark jeans on. I arranged my hair into a messy bun and quietly sauntered downstairs, since everyone was still sleeping. everyone was still sleeping. “What did you say about me?” His voice, in a soft whisper sent chills down my back and made the hair on my arms pin straight. He was more drunk then I had ever seen him and my letter laid open on the kitchen table next to two empty bottles of vodka and a few cigarette butts. He placed his hand under my chin, and lifted it up until our eyes met. We were so close I could see the tiny lines etched in his skin and each separate eyelash. We had talked about these moments in Health. We had promised if we were ever in danger, wherever it was, we would run to the nearest phone and dial 911. But he was my father, and I loved him more than anyone. “What did you say?” He repeated, his voice getting louder and gaining momentum. I started to shake as his hand slapped across my face. I waited for the blood to drip down my face. I waited for the screams to come out of my mouth. I waited for my feet to take control and run away from him, run anywhere. But there I stood, pain oozing through my body, into every corner. As his thunderous hand came down onto my cheek again the room began to spin and my eyes went blurry. I watched as his body began to shake too, and he fell to the ground. He lay there, motionless. I walked to the table, took the letter with Mom’s signature across the bottom, and walked out. I couldn’t miss my morning shift. * * * * * I stood outside the deep mahogany door tracing the spaces between my fingers. The glare from the sun bounced off the gold name, Laura Janetos, etched on a plaque by the door. Minutes sped by. I took four deep breaths and entered the “sanctuary.” The secretary led me into the office, and invited me to sit on the navy couch. Half a minute later a woman with long sable hair, and a black and white pantsuit came through the doors and sat at the chair opposite me. “So…what now?” I questioned. “Well, if you wouldn’t mind, lets begin by just sharing some things about you. Tell me about your friends, your family, school, anything.” “Okay,” I responded. Was it wrong to tell her about what had happened yesterday morning? Everything that had happened was a blur. No, I couldn’t tell her. He’d find out. “Well, I’m a freshman in high school. But my life’s been pretty normal lately, you know. School, homework, cheerleading. The usual.” “Mm. What about life at home? “The same. Things are good.” Shivers fell through my body as a spoke, igniting a flame in my throat and ripping it to pieces. I began to blink, tears quivering around my eyes. She put her notepad down, and lifted her arm around me. Before I knew it, the truth was coming out. I couldn’t hear myself say anything. Why was I even telling all of this to some stranger? I poured out my heart and soul into that meeting and she pulled it all in. After about an hour she stood up and took an iPhone off her desk. “Chloe, I want you to know that what is happening to you isn’t normal. It doesn’t happen to every teenager, you are not living in a safe environment, and I’d like to ask your permission to call Child Services. I know that idea must scare you, but it’s the best thing right now.” Remember when you were little and every Saturday morning you would watch those Roadrunner cartoons? The coyote would drop anvils and throw bombs at the Roadrunner, but with every attack he would just jump away and keep running. What if one of those times he couldn’t just hop away? What if it was just one too many explosions and he kept getting hit until eventually it was just too much. Everything that had happened, everything I had said and she had said slammed into me, like an anvil. I stood up off the couch and without a word ran out of the room. I ran across the empty street and with heavy breaths continued towards my house. The sky was gunmetal grey with a sickly cast of green and the air felt heavy. My clothes felt so sticky and uncomfortable thanks to the unbearable pouring rain; I prayed for the weather to break and relieve it. Now the first rumble of distant thunder came, I turned my head toward the sky as I ran, and wanting to welcome Mother Nature and witness the savage beauty she'd always associated with storms. I scattered towards my house, dripping mascara burning my eyes. It had taken me almost an hour to reach the house, but when I turned the corner and saw the police car outside the same garage door I had walked out of a few hours ago, my ignorance showed its self. Dad was being pulled into the police car, handcuffs over his wrists, and Mom sat on the steps, tears mixing with the pouring rain. She looked up, watched me for 10 seconds, and then looked away; taking everything I had left with that stare. It was a pain stronger than a hundred of Dad’s hits. I knew I couldn’t stay there, so I went to the only other place I could think of. The football game, that I was suppose to cheer at. Concord High was only five minutes from my house. I burst through the door into the empty halls and raced to the lockers. I entered my combination and pulled open the doors. Then the morning came back to me, I had never brought my pom-poms or uniform. I slid to the ground and buried my face in my knees. Then I saw it. Someone had left a razor and forgotten to put it in their locker. My mind in an abyss somewhere, I smashed open the top, and three tiny blades fell to the ground. I lifted one, and tore it into my arm, layer-by-layer carving the self-demeaning words that I was, “liar,” “disappointment.” The physical pain released the emotional pain. An adrenaline rush burst through me, making me carve more and more. The sticky red dripped down my arm, something that would have revolted me a day ago, but that now gave me immense pleasure and calmed me. As more blood poured from my body, my head began to fly, neon lights flashing in my eyes, and suddenly, nothing. * * * * * You know that feeling when you run, so far and long you feel like your legs could fall off, and your stomach is being ripped apart? When I think back to that night, or what I can remember, that very same feeling overcomes whatever else I’m feeling and tears at me. When Mom saw the words etched in my skin, and I saw the pain in her eyes, I changed. The desperation and longing for somewhere to release my thoughts and pains was gone. I wasn’t that sick girl I once was. Now, I’m a woman; I’m a strong woman. I’m a survivor; I’m not a victim anymore. it didnt all fit in the original details so i had to continue it into the additional details. Oh and the paragraph indents didnt show up on here, i have no idea why :/ more

Resolved Question: What do you think of my writing?

This is one of the intros I have written for the novel I am working on. I know it's a tad bit long, but please let me know what you think about it. Thanks! “Thank you for calling Bookmart customer service. How may I offer you superior assistance this evening?” I said as I squeezed the stress ball with the Bookmart logo on the side. After taking close to eighty phone calls since seven a.m., I was ecstatic that this would be my last of the night. My vocal cords needed a break and my back could use a good stretch. My eyes glanced at the empty cubicle on my left. The plain gray walls of the enclosed area were depressing. Who in their right mind would want to stare at that all day long? People that had no choice and my name was on the top of that list. I could barely afford my one bedroom apartment with the measly pay I had coming in every two weeks. Most apartments in downtown Nashville are on the pricier side, but I negotiated with my landlord until I was blue in the face to get the rent low enough where I could manage it. The only person that I enjoy communicating with at this god-forsaken place went home at six and I’ve had to endure four entire hours of pure hell by my lonesome. Customer service wasn’t my ideal choice for a job, but sometimes you have to take what you can get and Bookmart was the only place hiring since the economy tanked. I’ll gladly admit that my social skills aren’t what they should be, but I never had a reason to be nice to anyone. I had a life altering experience when I was young and even though it has been seventeen years since my parents were murdered, I still haven’t recovered. “I didn’t receive my coupons in the mail this week,” an old woman that must have been at least eighty said on the other line. I rolled my eyes. “Ma’am, unfortunately, we no longer send coupons via the post office. We now utilize email to send out our coupons,” I said in a bored tone. Customer service becomes repetitive after a while so hearing the same thing numerous times a day is normal. This would be the tenth customer today with the exact same issue. “Well, when did you start doing that?” She asked irritated. When would the insanity end? I was tired of explaining to old people that it was no longer the 1930’s. The world has moved away from Snell mail and towards email. We now have the technology to make life at least a tad bit easier. Why can they not comprehend that? “We started it in the twenty-first century,” I replied to the old woman sarcastically just as my supervisor walked by my cubicle. She narrowed her eyes and shook her head to let me know that she was not happy with my attempt at humor. Who cares if I was being rude? It was ten o’clock at night. On top of that, the old bag should be asleep at this time and not calling about coupons. I had the right to be irritable. “I apologize that we are unable to mail your coupons, but I would be happy to enter your email address into our system so you can receive them next week.” I already knew the woman didn’t have an email address because not many people above sixty have one and this woman was probably bordering on ancient. “I don’t have one of those and I’m not going to get one just for your company.” I nodded my head silently confirming my assumption. “I’m sorry about that. Is there anything else I can help you with this evening?” I asked with a fake smile. Every cubicle had a plain white, laminated sheet of paper that said, “Smile, Smile, Smile!” which forced us to remember to be polite. The one on my desk was a little more colorful than most. It had stickers of the Happy Bunny making obscene gestures towards the words. She grunted on the other end of the phone which gave me the notion that she was done being nice. I was so not going to listen to an old bat ramble all night about how ludicrous our policies were. “Well, thank you for calling.” Then I hung up. Thank whoever was in heaven above because it was finally time for me to go home. My back was aching, my fingers were tired from typing all day and I had to do it all over again tomorrow. I stood to stretch my muscles and to get the hell out of dodge. Taking the longest strides my five foot five legs would allow, I made my way past the break room to the hall where I clocked out. I was the only person working until ten so I didn’t have to avoid speaking to people while waiting in line to clock out. On the way to the door, my supervisor waved a hand motioning for me to come over to her desk, no doubt for a lecture about my attitude towards customers. Luckily I had already punched my card and said, “I’m off the clock and don’t have time to stick around. Maybe we can talk tomorrow.” She sputtered, but could not say a word as I rushed past her. The back door beeped throughout the building as I exited into the flower scented night air. Yellow roses lined the sidewalk that led to the employee parking lot. Every morning I walk into the red brick building, they bring a smile I chose Nashville for two reasons. One I'm familiar with the area and two because many books are set in large urban areas like NYC and LA. I didn't want to be like everyone else. more

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My bedroom. A place that is all my own, I share it with no one. The walls are plain, the carpet is plain, the closet doors, the window and bed are all plain. My handmade wood bed. Has held me ever since I was a child. Made by my “paw-paw”. My warm welcoming quilts made for me by my “maw-maw”. The closet is full of clothes. Shirts of blues, pinks, and greens. Skirts and dresses for church. Jeans and t-shirts for my “lazy days” The top is filled with Cabbage patch dolls one of my few collections. The bottom filled with all the many odds and ends of my life. A computer desk holds my school papers from years past. Books, my love. Not only does the desk hold the books its holds the door to many opportunities reading has in store. The wall behind the desk yet directly across from my bed is full of the wonderful world of twilight. Posters of the accident. Quotes and the many magazines in which twilight as an article or two. The wall adjacent to that is lined with all my shoes. All thirty-six pairs. Blacks, whites, blues, browns, and pinks. Just to name a few of the colors of shoes I own. The line of shoes then leads to my bed. My bed is the most comfortable in the house. Its firm yet soft. Piles of pillows and mountains of quilts. All the items a bed needs. Under this bed are “monsters” some bad memories of school years past. But yet somehow the memories of those years are some of my very best ones. I place the papers there to remind me that in my room I am the one that decides how things are going to be. That I am free to let go of everything. In my room I don’t have to hold in all my anger and frustrations. I can let of these feelings of madness and chagrin. My room is my favorite place because it is all my own, I share it with no one. I make the rules and I hold the key to what happens there. . i wrote this for school. Is this a desent paper? if not maybe some ideas or tips to make it better? more

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okay so im makin this story: Chapter 1 "Come on!" I hear shouting in my ears and some one pressing pain in my arms, head and shoulders. Suddenly, I recognize the voice. I cant believe it, its my dads voice. How could he press pain upon me and shout at me? Then the images of last night come flooding back into my mind. Rape. Rape. Rape. I remember my dad pulling me onto a bed and feeling and touching me all over. I remember him on top of me. I remember worse. Worst of all, I remember it exactly and I remember him getting me drunk saying I shouldn't remember this over and over again. Now I understood. My own loving father raped me and got me drunk so I wouldn't remember. Suddenly I just start sobbing. My dad just keeps going and going pulling me into a room. "Not again," I think as he pulls me on the bed and closes the door. I ask,"Where are we?" Suddenly, I realize where we are. My dad works at a hotel, actually he's the owner and well for the parking lot area there are doors and you open them and there's desks, papers, stuff like that. The parking lot had the same smell as this room. It smelled dusty and like gas. I knew it was the parking lot. It just had to be. My dad ruffled my hair and started kissing me all over. I was frozen in shock. I couldn't believe my mom married this b*stard. When I got home I was going to tell everyone. If I even came out alive. I woke up with the pounding of pain on my head and my eyes as heavy as a elephant. Not that I ever picked up a elephant. My name is Camilla and I am 14. My dad that was raping me is my step-dad. His name is Charles and my mom just got married to him around 2 months ago. He became obsessed about me and then finally last night he took me out here. All of a sudden, tears come to my eyes as I truly realize that Charles probably only married my mother because he wanted me. That son of a b*tch. My mom always minded her own business, just wanted real love, but he had to ruin it all. My real dad Jack, moved away. He didn't want anything to do with my mother anymore. He loves us and still sees us but for some reason he just doesn't love my mother anymore. My mother's name is Laura and she is a kind woman who never meant any harm. She is never harsh and never brutal. I have no older siblings but I do have younger siblings. Stephanie is 11, Bridget is 9, Sean is 5, and Christopher is 2. Plus, the son of a b*tch got my mom knocked up for the sixth f*cking time. I hate him, I hate him, I hate him so much. I look up at the ceiling and see that the wall paper is a ugly plain gray with parts chipping off and that there is no fan. I am so hot that my hair is sticking to my cheeks and sweat is dripping down my forehead. I feel pale and I feel ruined, messed with, used. There is no windows. Just a bed, desk, papers, pens, night stand, computer, and some other useless junk. On the nightstand there is a clock that reads: 6:34 A.M. I look down and see that all my clothes are off and that I'm covered with a blanket. It makes me mad to see that he just leaves me here, abandoned. I wonder why he left, maybe he is after Stephanie or Bridget. I look to see that all my clothes are flung on the ground all spread out. I feel filthy and dehydrated. I stand up and start to put my clothes on. After I'm all done getting dressed, I reach for the doorknob but soon later I find out its locked. It wont open. Oh my gosh, this son of a b*tch is coming back for me and want's me even more.. I look around in the desk until I see a hammer. I pick it up swiftly and like a karate chopper I hit it at the door. It didn't budge that much. So with a few more swift movements and a few more hits with the hammer some of the door breaks down. I reach into the damaged hole I made and twist the doorknob. The door opens and I see myself in a parking lot, I knew it! Charles hotel parking lot. I walk toward the exit, stumbling a few times. As I reach the exit, I walk out, and see Charles's hotel. I run pass it and onto the curb on the street. I recognize this street. Its called Walnut street, I live on Walsh street, which is only about 3-4 blocks over. I start out as a slow jog but soon quicken up my pace. As I reach Walsh street, I start thinking about what I should say to my mom as I knock on the door. I reached my house soon, its at the top of the street. Before I can even knock I realize its already open. I push it open silently and hear faint cry's. I stop and listen carefully. I hear murmurs so I walk closer and go halfway up the stairs. I hear," No!" No!"and "Listen to me, you are going to do what I say, or you don't wanna know what will happen." I can hear Charles and I can hear Stephanie crying. I could also hear faint cry's of Bridget. I walk back downstairs to the kitchen and rummage through all the drawers until I find what I'm looking for, a knife. Then I tiptoe back upstairs. Once I'm upstairs I stop for about a minute and think of my plan. My plan is, Just risk it, My plan is, Just risk it, barge thru and threaten him with the knife. Hopefully Sean and Chris are up their too because they would get lost like a blink if they already ran away. I silently tip toe up across the hall way and stand side by side against Bridget and Stephanie's door. I can hear murmurs and muffling. Suddenly I know I can't just barge open the door and threaten him with the knife. I have to do it unexpectedly. Luckily, the door is slightly open a creak. I creak it open silently more and more until i can see the faces of Stephanie, Bridget, and my mom. They see me and I see glimmers of worries and fear in their eyes. I bring my finger to my lip and silenty mouth, "Shhhhh." They get the cue and stop staring at me so Charles doesn't see. "Bridget!" "What did I tell you?" Bridget responds in a timid voice,"Im sorry, Im sorry." "Stop saying sorry and take your damn clothes off," Charles says in a harsh voice. I felt Bridget's pain as she shyly took off her shirt. I just just wanted to stab him so badly. I started creeping up slowly behind him then quickening my foot steps as to save Bridget from her embarrassing and painful moment, I knew Charles was planning to rape her, right then and now, but I would stop him. I kept creeping more and more until I was directly behind me and I could feel his breathing quickening as the excitement rose in him at the site of Bridget's nudity. What a sick sick sick bastard he was. With no time to waste I rose the knife and quickly I submerged the icy tip of the blade slightly into his freckled rough skin upon his shoulder. "Don't move, Charles. This is over. Tell me where Sean and Chris are." "I dunno", Charles mumbles as fear rose in his shivering voice. "Yes you do," I shouted. 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"Now Rae why won't you answer any of my questions?" i shrieked and lunged at him spilling everything off his wooden desk. Every picture and album of his perfect family landed ten feet away in his large expensive office. I had him by the throat with both hands, and my knee pushed into his groin. "damn it! what did i just say? Do not call me Rae!" I put more pressure on his neck until he finally put his hands up. He would listen now. I slouched back off him and walked over to my seat. He loosened his ugly orange tie and coughed once, "I see..." he wrote down some notes in his leather bound notebook. "God i hate you, you know that right? I have had over seventeen different physiologists and you are by far the biggest dick out of all of them." he winced at my evaluation and then smiled suddenly like a dog that was given a bone. "Am i? well you wont have to worry about that any longer." He said this like the scum i knew he was. "You just want me gone so you don't have to admit that you aren't as good as you say you are." He coughed once then yelled for the security guards. I grabbed my papers from his desk and walked outside, slamming the door so hard it left cracks in its frame. The two men grabbed my tightly and then struggled to put the straight jacket on. When they were finally done, the big one with the crooked nose went to the van to get my harness ready, and the small one with all the burns on his hand gently walked me over to the front desk. Burn guy, who took my papers in the process of putting the straight jacket on, handed the receptionist my file. i rolled my shoulders a little and everyone froze. The receptionists plastic face was a mask of terror, she looked like i had just eaten a cat. "Could you stop looking at me that way?" she didn't move even a little. Part of me was wondering if that botox injection stuff made your face like wax, one expression before you harden. Another part however- the most expressive thought was angry because she wouldn't move. "Knock it off! I stretched. Sue me!" I kicked my legs out to her face and missed, my black curls flopping in front of my green eyes. Burn guy took me to the van. Crooked nose strapped me in and locked the door. I rested my head on the soft walls, closed my eyes and sighed. I remember when my life wasn't like this. I remember when I would come home from school and my mom, jet black hair just like mine, billowing behind her, would swoop down, look me over eye to eye, and say, "little Rae, tell me; how was your day?" I use to laugh so hard at that, now I just cry. She would smile at me and tell me "you are the goodness in the world and all that is cute and I shall give you a kiss miss!" she would kiss the top of my head and laugh, sparkles of sound so beautiful, a sob broke out from the memory. I look like her now, five feet four inches, black curly hair down to my elbows, my cream skin was hers, my green eyes were hers. Nothing about me would give away that i had a father, accept my powers, but even then mom had them to and she was ten times stronger that him. I use to tell my mom that dad was a jerk and always her response was, "well everybody has to be some body right?" she could find the good in anyone- even me. Finally the van stopped and burn guy opened the doors. "Looks like you've been crying." he pointed out the obvious but didn't push for answers. I like him. "well- yeah." was what I said and then I was headed to a small cottage with hideous green- yellow flowers everywhere. It looked like something out of snow white. I hated it already.... more

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