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Open Question: How is this for the first chapter of my book?
I should’ve known I was going to die soon.
I know, everybody is going to die sooner or later, but why did I had to die that soonortography twelve.
And it wasn’t a ordinary death like a car crash or something. I died because I was extinct. Maybe you don’t understand that but you will when I tell you my story. Yes, that’s right. I’ll tell you. Maybe it will get my feelings right. I don’t know. But hey, I’m dead.
Well, this is the story of how I died.
I think everything began on my sister’s swimming competition. My Aunt asked me to take her home after the competition, which was no problem at all, so I accepted. Carly, my seven-year-old sister, is an excellent swimmer. I actually believed she was going to win.
My friend, Susan, decided to come with me, and I was glad that she came. Together, we saw how Carly prepared on the competitors podium. She was stretching with her teammates. Coach Aguilar was watching from a corner. Whistle on his mouth. Coach Aguilar was a short guy with almost no hair. He may be short but he is extremely strong. He always uses a no-sleeves shirt to show his biceps and khaki shorts with a lot of pockets (wich he never uses. He just thinks it’s cool.)
This time, he was watching how his students were warming up. He was so concetrated on this, that he let his guard down. He didn’t know of the little surprise coming.
When all the competitors were ready, Coach Aguilar set them on the boards. Carly saw us from her place and waved at us. We waved back. On the corner I was Coach Aguilar preparing with his whistle. He blowed it, and the competitors dived and started swimming. I watched as Carly stroked and stroked. She was a fast swimmer, but right now she was in fifth place.
Coach Aguilar blowed his whistle again. It was the second lap. Carly still on second place.
The Coach blowed the whistle again demostrating that the third lap had just begun. This time Carly was on fourth place.
I heard the whistle again and knew that Carly was now on the fourth lap. This was when Carly started to pick up speed. Third place. Second place.
Coach Aguilar blowed the whistle even more loudly and showed the publi to the new winner of the school swimming competitions. Carly Johnson.
Everybody stood up and cheered as Carly took her place in the first place podium, gladly receiving her medal.She was thanking her coach, her teammates.
This was a normal day. Being in a summer swimming competition. Totally normal. Sunny day with a few clouds in the sky, my sister had just won a competition, she was going back home with a medal. Nothing can ruined thsi perfect day.
I was wrong.
Like I said, everybody was busy cheering and meeting their childen at the podium. Nobody noticed the thing on the far corner, near the bathrooms.
I did.
“Hi, Charlie,” my sister said while hugging me. “Did you see how I took speed on the fourth lap?. Did you see how I won?”
“What’s wrong Charlie?” Susan asked.
She saw my stunned face as I pointed to the thing.
It was a shadow.
A bodyless shadow.
The shadow was walking through the floor like a normal shadow.
But it didn’t have a body.
The shadow kept walking in direction to the competitors.
This was when the shadow melted into liquid!
The thing was darkening slowly until it was full darkness. The shadow then slowly melted into a puddle.
A puddle of freaking darkness.
The puddle began to move. Nobody saw it. If somebody did, it wold be just a black blob. No deal. But I knew this was not an ordinary blob.
It was a bodyless shadow.
After that, the emergency alarm sounded. Everybody was panicked. At first, nobody had an idea of what was happening. Then, somebody started to run and the rest followed. Carly, Susan and me stayed, but we didn’t stayed because we wanted to. I might as well be running like a chicken like everybody was, but somebody stopped me.
“Don’t worry. Stay here. I got everthing under control,” a man said. He was wearing a blue shirt, blue jeans, blue shoes, and even a blue cap. I think this man is a fan of the color blue. I hoped he might have been wearing a shirt that said “Blue rocks” but, he didn’t had anything of that.
The man was not alone. There was a granny with a cane on his right side and a poodle dog on his left side.
“Are you sure that it’s him?” the granny asked the man. “I hope you remember when you mistaked him by an innocent guy selling hot-dogs.”
“Yes. I know it’s him. I’m pretty sure of it,” the man answered, “And you’ve got to admit that his hot-dogs were good.”
The dog at the side of the man barked, and instantly the man turned his head to see the walking puddle.
“What are you waiting for?” the granny asked him.
“I want him to be in his human form. It’ll be easier that way,” the man replied.
On that moment the big puddle began to move upward. The black blob was transforming into a . . . person. The thing that once was a black puddle now was a person. It now was a guy with a black shirt and khaki pants. He had a cold smile a
See http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20100729174744AA5YAnc to see the second part.
Sorry if it's long.
moreOpen Question: Is this a good chicken/egg theory or what?
last night I came across another of those chicken egg which came first questions .. being very over tired this is all I could think of .... ??
"Picture it ....
Once a very long time back there was this flock of birds called wodellydoodles, for years n years the wodellydoodles lived happily :) in a valley near an area quite similar to what we call today Yellowstone ... One year there had been rumbling throughout their happy little valley continually and it had been getting worse as the months passed by.
One morning they were awoken with a really loud explosion from just over the furthest ridge of their happy :) little valley ... suddenly there were streams of smoke and ash and red hot rock being pelted high into the sky. The poor little wodellydoodles were so frightened by the havoc that had so suddenly ripped through their happy little haven, that they took to the wing and flew away with all their energy that they could muster (after no breakfast and skipping the most important coffee of the day!).
As the little wodellydoodles flew further and further away from their happy little valley, the dark cloud was growing higher and higher into the heavens, they knew that they had lost their little happy valley for ever and ever and sadly would never be able to return.
For what seemed like weeks on end they flew and flew over the continents and over the oceans till finally the dark cloud was chasing them no more. Unfortunately by the time the wodellydoodles spotted a little island in the middle of the vast ocean that looked like a good spot to land, there were not very many of the little wodellydoodles left. :(
Now the little wodelleydoodles that were left were quite young and not very mature yet, and without the old wodelleydoodles to teach them the ways of life they were a little wild and carefree without very many inhibitions and of course, no traditions for which they should follow.
As it happened, on this island there lived an animal that was similar to a penguin today, that had beautiful plumage known as the fuzzywuzzyz, they were a somewhat rumbustious fun loving bunch who loved having happy times, and the young ones were not very good at listening to their parents, but everyone was happy so it was all good.
When the wodellydoodles arrived on their new happy little island and first met the fuzzywuzzyz, there was partying for days and a good time was had by all, and it was agreed that the wodellydoodles and the fuzzywuzzyz should become good neighbours and friends for life. :) (:
Well as it would happen .. wwwhhen you get young hormone fuelled fuzzywuzzyz and wodelleydoodles together with days of partying ... and remember it was years ago and the pill hadn't even been invented yet .. there were a few accidents!! Nobody knew what would happen?!? :0
As everybody knows birds lay eggs and so do penguins today. the only thing was, the gestation period for a fuzzywuzzy was 14 days and for a wodelleydoodle 28! :0
Being kind and loving little wodellydoodles and fuzzywuzzyz everyone took loving care of the clutch and all the eggs were put together with them taking turns to keep them warm. On the fourteenth day everyone was exicted and waiting with baited breath. Day fifteen came .. then sixteen .. seventeen .. eighteen. Thank heavens the little fuzzywuzzyz were there for support, as by this time the poor little wodlellydoodles were beside themselves and thought surely the eggs were not viable and their little species would be no more :( (its rumoured that some smart little fuzzywuzzy even invented something call priezac to help the wodlellydoodles cope!)
Then on the 21st day ... they heard a tapping, then a little crack, then some more, then out popped this yellow slimy head that cried - CHICKEN!
And that my friend is how the chicken was born!
Thankyou and goodnight!
:)
moreOpen Question: My suicide poem, any advice?
My poem on death, no I am not suicidal now but have been before.
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HER
She promises forgiveness, absolution
A warm embrace to take you away
Your every doubt given resolution
Her touch is intoxicating
She smells like home
And you want to go with her
Yet she is death
Her touch is toxic, her breath
Your last
I cling to happiness
Try to remember why I want to stay
But in her caress she gives you bliss
I remember you, remember your smile
The days when we used to run wild
Carefree and headstrong as two against the world
You say now you never felt it
Never tasted the sweetness
And she promises me I will forget
So I too can be free from this cloying memory
Of happiness and truth, a one you cant see
So please oh please take me
My unicorns and rainbows
now dragons and black clouds
and my knight is gone
I cant go on
So I take her in, let her win
The sorrows of those I loved In death I swim
moreOpen Question: Is my story worth anything, or am I just another typical teenage author?
This website makes me feel insignificant. I see question after question, all saying the same thing. Will you read my story? Is my writing worth anything? Like, at all? What could I do to make it better?
She was a witch in the eyes of the townspeople, nothing but a monster. Someone to glare at as you walk past, someone to scoff at. And she knew that as the man brutally dragged her limp, helpless body across the gallows stage. Tears streaked down her heart shaped face, covered in a grimy layer of mud and dust. She tried to look at her mother in the crowd of jeering people, but she would not make eye contact. She would only stare at the prairie grass that flowed hypnotically with the wind. The man openly announced her crimes to the people of Salem. She was accused of witchcraft and theft. The young girl continued crying. This was not like a British hanging. There was complete and utter silence, and the people were looking somberly at the girl and her accuser, who was gripping her bruised, shaking arm with a viselike certainty. Amidst the silence, her mother burst into tears and fell on the ground, her hands clutching handfuls of grass and lifting them over her head. She was screaming an incomprehensible rant. She was shivering on the ground, her blue dress clashing with the earthy field. The accuser announced the precise reasons why the girl was being executed, and the mother simultaneously screamed the word lies. The girl knew that none of this was true, but she had accepted the truth, she had realized that she would die for no reason. Two young women had been burned at the stake before her, and she was the first to get executed via hanging. The silence corresponded with the endless expanse of light blue sky. There were no clouds, just the sky and the silence, save the now muffles sobs of the girl’s mother. The man positioned the girl in the correct spot to be hung, and quickly wrapped the strategically placed noose around her thin neck. The girl could smell the mans rancid breath and body odor. He pulled the noose tighter around her neck, and it cut deeper into her skin. He asked her if she had anything to say before they murdered her. She told him that she loved him, and that she loved everyone in the town. She told them that she hopes that they will soon realize the horrors they were committing. She told her mother that she would see her in heaven. He pulled the crudely made lever, and the platform released beneath her bare feet. As she struggled to breathe the rope dug deeper, and the pain grew. And yet, in the last few moments of her life she could appreciate the beauty of the world, the little things that made it so stunning. Birds fluttering lazily past in the warm spring air, green grass with flecks of dandelions floating away in the wind, a gnarled tree with a warm brown trunk, sweet green leaves, and tiny imperfections that made it so beautiful. These images were the last the young woman witnessed, and she grew limp. The wails of her mother pierced once more through the silence, and man led her back to her home so her grieving would not disrupt the other townspeople. The birds flew away, mixed with the dandelion seeds and the leaves of the oak.
moreOpen Question: Please help with editing creative writing!?
Here is my story, it is supposed to be contrasting the river on a stormy day to a peaceful day.
Please help with paragraphing, language features, anything that doesn't sound right etc. I need some feedback!
Thanks
All was din .It seemed never-ending. Relentless rain reverberated of the roof, constant, beating like sneer drums. The monster of Mother Nature attacked. Releasing her sorrows, fat teardrops fell, tiny missiles pelting the earth. From her lips came winds, wildly whipping the Pohutakawas, who bowed and creaked in surrender. Icy, frigid it whistled through the windows and sent rain pelting against the glass where I watch.
Trapped in ensconce of home the squall outside fails to reach me with its frigid grasp. I stand encased in the warm air billowing from the fire and gaze down on the river below. Turmoil. A raging, parading torrent carrying with it bunches of debris. It was brown, murky; rolling over itself, topped with small white-capped waves, frothing like a rapid dog.
Slowly, steadily rising. It nips at the bridges and inches steadily up towards our bank.
Colourless skies loomed overhead sending out occasional growls amidst the deluge. I ask myself again, will the clouds not run out of rain?!
Later, the downpour trickles to a halt. An uncanny calm emerges as the sun seeps through the dull. Clouds drift away, curtains parting, azure the sky is revealed.
Mother nature, exhausted from her fit of rage sends only whispers to the Pohutakawas who sway, caressed by her tranquil words.
The river, days after, is now a glassy mirror, reflecting the cloudless space above. The Sun shines, skipping its beams like bright stones across the water. Out on its surface I sit, like an eel it winds through the banks - this sleek sinuous, full-bodied animal. My paddle pierces its blue skin, in and out, in and out. I leave a trail of concentric ripples, which radiate out, distorting the clear reflection of my kayak.
Breathing I taste the air, crisp, fresh, heavy no more with the weight of precipitation. All was still
moreOpen Question: Really cute song but I don't really understand it. Anyone wanna explain it? *lyrics inside?
In my heart is where you are
It's where you'll always be
Staring out across the stars
A perfect memory
It brings me back to your arms,
I feel the warm embrace
Of everything that you were,
You're everything to me
And if I leave you here forever
Forever I would stay
Cause I've been feeling so much better
With every single day
And if I could control the weather,
The clouds and the rain
I know you're part of something deeper,
You're better off this way
You can predict you can't become
Lost in your ways
I miss you most now you're gone
I'll never be the same
I can't hold back when it shows
I'm breaking down to say
I won't forget who you were,
You're everything to me
And if I leave you here forever
Forever I would stay
Cause I've been feeling so much better
With every single day
And if I could control the weather
The clouds and the rain
I know you're part of something deeper
You're better off this way
And if I leave you here forever
Forever I would stay
Cause I've been feeling so much better
With every single day
And if I could control the weather
The clouds and the rain
I know you're part of something deeper
You're better off this way
And now you left me here forever
Forever I will wait
I know someday we'll be together
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Im kinda confused did he leave her/or did she leave him? or something else....
oh and a boy sings it
*sarah Its called forever by Amber pacific. I just found it today and i cant stop listening to it lol =]
moreOpen Question: Need help with ending of my story?
I am trying to make this ending longer and less sudden, mainly where things go from cold to warm.
“Go Max!” his friends yelled, sweat soaking their face. Max counted the seconds in his head, surprised on what he had accomplished so far. “Die!” he shouted again. The follower's bloodshot eyes rolled back, and soon its tensed muscles were relaxed. Max gave it a few more seconds... and let go. He clenched his achy fingers, breathless. Suddenly, the follower disappeared from the floor. The entire fortress surrounding them faded away with everything else that had been made by the first follower. The cage dissolved into sand. And the floor below them faded into fresh grass. Max's jaw dropped, his eyes lit up, and the green glow around his body died out. The ice the island had been covered with turned into a tropical paradise, flowers in full bloom and exotic plants scattered around the vast field. Max lifted his head to where his friends were standing in awe. Rain descended from the clouds above as he ran over. Speechless, he just got into the group hug. The cuts over his body healed instantly.
Max closed his eyes as he rested his nose over Miranda's hair, relieved. He smiled, sensing a tear sliding down his cheek, though it could have been the rain.
moreOpen Question: what opinion do you have on Kate Chopin's "The Story of an Hour?
Knowing that Mrs. Mallard was afflicted with a heart trouble, great care was taken to break to her as gently as possible the news of her husband's death.
It was her sister Josephine who told her, in broken sentences; veiled hints that revealed in half conealing. Her husband's friend Richards was there, too, near her. It was he who had been in the newspaper office when intelligence of the railroad disaster was received, with Brentley Mallard's name leading the list of "killed". He had only taken the time to assure himself of its truth by a second telegram, and had hastened to forestall any less careful, less tender friend in bearing the sad message.
She did not hear the story as many women have heard the same, with a paralyzed inability to access its significance. She wept at once, with sudden, wild abandonment, in her sister's arms. When the storm of grief had spent itself she went away to her room alone. She would have no one follow her.
There stood, facing the open window, a comfortable, roomy armchair. Into this she sank, pressed down by a physical exhaustion that haunted her body and seemed to reach into her soul.
She could see in the open square before her house the tops of trees that were all aquiver with the new spring life. The delicious breath of rain was in the air. In the steet below a peddler was crying his wares. The notes of a distant song which some one was singing reached her faintly, and countless sparrows were twittering in the eaves.
There were patches of blue sky showing here and there through the clouds that had met and piled one above the other in the west facing her window.
She sat with her head thrown back upon the cushion of the chair, quite motionless, except when a sob came up into her throat and shook her, as a child who has cried itself to sleep continues to sob in its dreams.
She was young, with a fair, calm face, whose lines bespoke repression and even a certain strength. But now there was a dull stare in her eyes, whose gaze was fixed away off yonder on one of those patches of blue sky.
It was not a glace of reflection, but rather indicated a suspension of intelligent thought.
There was something coming to her and she was waiting for it, fearfully. What was it? She did not know; it was too subtle and elusive to name. But she felt it, creeping out of the sky, reaching toward her through the sounds, the scents, the color that filled the air.
Now her bosom rose and fell tumultuously. She was beginning to recognize this thing that was approaching to possess her, and she was striving to beat it back with her will- as powerless as her two white slener hands would have been.
When she abandoned herself a little whispered word escaped her slightly parted lips. She said it over and over under her breath: "free, free, free!" The vacant stare and look of terror that had followed it went from her eyes. They stayed keen and bright. Her pulses beat fast, and the coursing blood warmed and relaxed every inch of her body.
She did not stop to ask if it were not a monstrous joy that held her. A clear and exalted perception enabled her to dismiss the suggestion as trivial.
She knew that she would weep again when she saw the kind, tender hands folded in death; the face that had never looked save with love upon her, fixed and gray dead. But she saw beyond that bitter moment a long procession of years to come that would belong to her absolutely. And she opened and spread her arms out to them in welcome.
There would be no one to live for her during those coming years; she would live for herself. There would be no powerful will bending hers in that blind persistence with which men and women believe they have a right to impose a private will upon a fellow-creature. A kind intention or a cruel intention made the act seem no less a crime as she looked upon it in that brief moment of illumination.
And yet she had loved him-sometimes. Often she had not. What did it matter! What could love, the unsolved mystery, count for in face of this posession of self-assertion which she suddenly recognized as the strongest impulse of her being!
"Free! Body and soul free!" she kept whispering.
Josephine was kneeling before the closed door with her lips to the keyhole, imploring for admission. "Louise, open the door! I beg; open the door- you will make yourself ill. What are you doing, Louise? For heaven's sake open the door."
"Go away. I am not making myself ill." No; she was drinking in a very elixir of life through that open window.
Her fancy was running riot along those days ahead of her. Spring days, and summer days, and all sorts of days that would be her own. She breathed a quick prayer that life might be long. It was only yesterday she had thought with a shudder that life might be long.
She arose at length and opened the door to her sister's importunities. There was a feverish triumph in her eyes, and she carried h
please help is homeowner . thaks
moreResolved Question: what are your fav drugstore eyeshadows, lipsticks, lipglosses and blushes ?
mine are
eyeshadows- kerry bronzes (loreal), knock out pink (covergirl)
lipsticks- warm brick (covergirl), rosy nude and soft rose (revlon)
lipgloss- reserved (loreal)
blush- cloud wine (maybelline dream mousse), mai-tai (milani)
moreResolved Question: What do you think of the beginning of a story that I'm writing? I need opinions.?
I'm just an amateur writer, but I've been working on this story for about a month. A lot is written so far, but I wanted some feedback from people, besides my friends. Here is the first couple paragraphs:
As I sat on the bench next to my window and peered at the outside world, I started thinking about what to do next. (This, of course, is never good.) I slid my window open and let a light breeze flow in. The wind was fresh, and I closed my eyes, letting it comfort me. I had just woken up. It was about 5:15 am. My mind wandered to memories of last night. What a night it was... Without really thinking about where I was going, I crawled out the window onto the ledge. Looking down, I assessed how far of a jump it was. It seemed to be only six feet or so. I swiftly swung my legs over the ledge, turning around to close the window quietly. I gripped the edge and stared down. My fear of heights was not going to stop me now. It seemed like nothing compared to what I had faced last night. Last night... And with that thought, I jumped. Landing on my feet, I had to hold in the squeal of excitement. I could feel a slight rush of adrenaline. I quickly wiped off the bits of blue paint that peeled off the ledge and onto my hands. I paused to look over at the rising sun. The sky was light blue with not a cloud in sight. There was a blend of yellow, orange, and pink colors around the sun. I let it warm my skin slightly as I felt a smile slowly make its way across my face. I looked up at my window and cursed under my breath for forgetting to grab my cell phone. "$hit...” I decided to go on anyway; wherever I was going.
Sneakily, I rounded the corner of my house and walked along the side of my yard to the sidewalk. I turned left and kept going. I was still wearing my clothes from last night because I was too exhausted to change them. All I had on was an old red T-shirt, plain faded blue jeans, and my sneakers. Nothing special. I, most certainly, was nothing special. My hair was dirty blonde and fell in messy curls and waves. I had my bangs pinned off to the side out of my face. I was plain, yet undeniably pretty. My blueish-green eyes were hidden by eyeliner and mascara. Although I wasn't that satisfied with my looks, I made up for it in personality. I have lots of great friends and I make attempts to get along with everybody. I'm an all around likable person. Still, I always thought of myself as average. Although, I, definitely wasn't your “normal” fifteen year old girl.
moreVoting Question: Does anyone know these Biology question's answers?
_______ energy drives almost all biological systems.
a. Solar
b. Chemical
c. Physical
d. Mechanical
e. Electrical
The tundra biome is found
a. at high latitudes and in high mountains.
b. at low latitudes and in high mountains.
c. near the equator and in the lowlands.
d. near the Arctic circle.
e. none of the above.
A(n) ________ is a terrestrial environment defined by the growth forms of its plants.
a. ecosystem
b. forest
c. biome
d. tundra
e. chaparral
As air rises over a mountain it
a. expands and cools.
b. compresses and cools.
c. expands and heats up.
d. compresses and heats up.
e. compresses and stays the same temperature.
What type of energy drives global climates?
a. Geothermal
b. Solar
c. Hydro
d. Wind
e. All of the above
Global oceanic circulation is driven by
a. the temperature of the oceans.
b. the salinity of the oceans.
c. the turning of Earth on its axis.
d. wind patterns.
e. convergence zones.
Warm air rises in the tropics, which is replaced by air that flows in toward the equator from the North and South. The coming together of these air masses produces the _______ zone.
a. subtropical divergence
b. intertropical divergence
c. intertropical convergence
d. supertropical convergence
e. None of the above
Both _________ and _________ influence most biogeographic patterns.
a. vicariance; biotic interchange
b. dispersal; fusion of land masses
c. vicariance; dispersal
d. dispersal; barriers
e. None of the above
The number of species living in a community is called
a. population density.
b. population number.
c. species number.
d. species density.
e. species richness.
Rain tends to be much more common in mountains than in the adjacent lowlands because
a. as air travels up the mountains, it cools. Cool air holds less moisture than warm air, and the excess moisture is dropped as rain.
b. as air travels up the mountains, it is compressed. The mountains squeeze the water out of the air, which is dropped as rain.
c. because of their great height, mountains are often in the clouds. Precipitation is much greater in these clouds.
d. as air moves down the mountains, it expands and is unable to form clouds, so no rainfall occurs.
e. the rainfall is equal in both mountains and lowlands; however, because the rain has farther to travel from the clouds to the lowlands, more of it evaporates before it reaches the ground in the lowlands.
How are climate and weather related to each other?
a. Climate refers to the average short-term atmospheric conditions while weather relates to long-term atmospheric conditions.
b. Climate refers to the average long-term atmospheric conditions while weather relates to short-term atmospheric conditions.
c. Climate is what is expected in a particular region while weather is what you get.
d. Weather is what is expected in a particular region while climate is what you get.
e. Both b and c
Why does the leeward side of a mountain remain dry?
a. It never rains on the leeward side.
b. There is no moisture near the leeward side.
c. The leeward side is so arid that rain cannot permeate.
d. As air descends the slope, it warms and picks up moisture from the environment.
e. None of the above
The term environment, as used by ecologists, encompasses
a. only land.
b. biotic factors.
c. abiotic factors.
d. Both a and b
e. Both b and c
Evergreen trees dominate most
a. tundra.
b. boreal forests.
c. chaparral.
d. arid zones.
e. tropical forests.
The appearance of a physical barrier that splits the range of a species is called a(n)
a. environmental block.
b. divider event.
c. vicariant event.
d. physical succession event.
e. range inhibitor.
Cold deserts are found in _______ altitudes and _______ climates.
a. high; wet
b. low; wet
c. high; dry
d. low; dry
e. None of the above
Which of the following advances changed the field of biogeography?
a. The acceptance of the theory of continental drift
b. The development of phylogenetic taxonomy
c. The development of the theory of island biogeography
d. Both a and b
e. a, b, and c
The windward side of the mountain is ______ and _______.
a. dry; barren.
b. moist; barren.
c. moist; lush.
d. dry; dusty.
e. None of the above
Rain shadows form on the _______ of mountains and result in _______ rainfall there.
a. windward side; more
b. windward side; less
c. leeward side; more
d. leeward side; less
e. peaks; more
The species that live and interact in an area constitute a(n)
a. lek.
b. population.
c. ecological community.
d. ecosystem.
e. biome.
A A C B B D C C D A E D E B C B E C D C
moreVoting Question: my poem for school.... :-/?
what do you think?? rustyyy..
Whenever i see you
It brightens my day
Then the clouds come around
As you walk away
Holding you
Is what keeps me warm
Then you letting go
Leaves me to the storm
Kissing you
Is my ultimate high
But when you don't pay attention to me
I just start to cry
The thought of you leaving me
Makes me wish i could die
Thinking that you won't
Cuz i think it's a lie
No, no, no
I never wanna lose you so
If i ever did
Where would i go
Some of the time
You just come to mind
Even when our song plays
I see you in my eyes
Lost in thought
About what could happen
Like being in a car accident
Without being strapped in
Losing you
Would be like losing my life
Cuz in my head
Your like my wife
By your side
Is where i belong
Holding you, kissing you
I hope that i just ain't wrong
I hope you never leave me
Because i would die
Because if you did
Then your love was a lie
moreVoting Question: what do you think of these three exerpts from my short novel called blind spot?
He watched me with close proximity, monitoring my every movement with his perfect blue eyes, i stares into them for a long moment, i was truly content. i could have stood there forever, gazing into his eyes as he stood motionless gazing back into my own eyes. always facing him i moved round him, like the moon around the earth. That described the moment perfectly, he was my earth, and every move i made, each descision, every change, revolved around him. And the gravity, the strongest force, the one keeping me bound to him forever was love, the earths attraction to the moon. I moved in closer and closer, still circling around him. He reached out his warm arms, longing, waiting to hold me. The admiration in his eyes, like a fairy tale, everything, for this one moment, was serene, tranquil, perfect. I leaned my head against his chest listening to the beat of his heart. He brushed my hair from out of my face with the back of his hand, leaving it to linger on my cheek. I was lost in the moment, never wanting it to end, never wanting to leave his side, never wanting to lose him.
He gazed into my eyes, after a few moments he let his hand drop to his side, pain clouded over his face. He looked at me again, this time evasiveness in his eyes, evading the moment he must say goodbye, the moment he must leave. I wanted to hold him in my arms forever. He leaned closer to my face, he kissed my forhead, my cheek, moving down he kissed my jaw, He twisted his head slightly, pressed his lips to my ear. "I love you" he whispered.
He tore himself slowly from my grasp. leaving me stranded. Tears spilled from my eyes, i made no attempt to wipe them away, for i knew the pain i felt, he also felt. He turned around just once, he looked at me, locked in the spot he had left me, unable to move, he closed his eyes, full of regret then turned away into the woods. I would never see him again. Like the moon without the earth, i had no purpose, like the moon without the earth, i drifted away.
our theories of evading the enemies had proed unavailing. I stared in horror as I realized the true extent of the situation. Intense concentration saturated the eyes each aggressor, though i could see the fear through the facade. My lover was about to kill my father before my father killed my lover. I yearned for some outcome where no blood was spilled, though the chances of that were not great, It would be only a matter of time before the weaker party fell. Would I ever spend time with my father again? as his daughter not his enemy? would my lover spare his life for that? Deep down I knew the answer. I closed my eyes praying for the moment I could move again. I heard a crack, a shrill cry echoed through the woods.
a single tear rolled down my cheek. It was over.
i stared out of the window at the dusty sky, dusty blue, like his eyes, and every bit as beautiful as mysterious. i moved my eyes from the sky's glaze to look down at the note in my hand, it read; "i love you without reason, and that is reason enough". i felt a smile spread across my face. i moved my eyes back to the sky,, which had turned a deep blue, almost black. how long had i been staring at that note?
I know my grammar and my punctuation is bad. I need to sort it our but this was just quickly typed up off a piece of paper i had originally wrote the novel on xxx
moreResolved Question: what do you think of these 3 exerpts from my short novel called blind spot?
He watched me with close proximity, monitoring my every movement with his perfect blue eyes, i stares into them for a long moment, i was truly content. i could have stood there forever, gazing into his eyes as he stood motionless gazing back into my own eyes. always facing him i moved round him, like the moon around the earth. That described the moment perfectly, he was my earth, and every move i made, each descision, every change, revolved around him. And the gravity, the strongest force, the one keeping me bound to him forever was love, the earths attraction to the moon. I moved in closer and closer, still circling around him. He reached out his warm arms, longing, waiting to hold me. The admiration in his eyes, like a fairy tale, everything, for this one moment, was serene, tranquil, perfect. I leaned my head against his chest listening to the beat of his heart. He brushed my hair from out of my face with the back of his hand, leaving it to linger on my cheek. I was lost in the moment, never wanting it to end, never wanting to leave his side, never wanting to lose him.
He gazed into my eyes, after a few moments he let his hand drop to his side, pain clouded over his face. He looked at me again, this time evasiveness in his eyes, evading the moment he must say goodbye, the moment he must leave. I wanted to hold him in my arms forever. He leaned closer to my face, he kissed my forhead, my cheek, moving down he kissed my jaw, He twisted his head slightly, pressed his lips to my ear. "I love you" he whispered.
He tore himself slowly from my grasp. leaving me stranded. Tears spilled from my eyes, i made no attempt to wipe them away, for i knew the pain i felt, he also felt. He turned around just once, he looked at me, locked in the spot he had left me, unable to move, he closed his eyes, full of regret then turned away into the woods. I would never see him again. Like the moon without the earth, i had no purpose, like the moon without the earth, i drifted away.
our theories of evading the enemies had proed unavailing. I stared in horror as I realized the true extent of the situation. Intense concentration saturated the eyes each aggressor, though i could see the fear through the facade. My lover was about to kill my father before my father killed my lover. I yearned for some outcome where no blood was spilled, though the chances of that were not great, It would be only a matter of time before the weaker party fell. Would I ever spend time with my father again? as his daughter not his enemy? would my lover spare his life for that? Deep down I knew the answer. I closed my eyes praying for the moment I could move again. I heard a crack, a shrill cry echoed through the woods.
a single tear rolled down my cheek. It was over.
i stared out of the window at the dusty sky, dusty blue, like his eyes, and every bit as beautiful as mysterious. i moved my eyes from the sky's glaze to look down at the note in my hand, it read; "i love you without reason, and that is reason enough". i felt a smile spread across my face. i moved my eyes back to the sky,, which had turned a deep blue, almost black. how long had i been staring at that note?
moreOpen Question: head in the clouds. tell me what you think?
Drowning in the sea love. Lost in the sea of darkness.
Head in the clouds , seeing your soft smile as I rise to heavens peak
Smiling I wonder out loud…where will love take us this time
In the clouds where all is safe or in our darkest hours where hell beings to unleash its self
Lost in a world of hate our love seems to shine through, unique like a red apple shining bright in the darkness
I feel your warm touch and see your cold blue eyes. My spine shivers at your beauty
What if you let me go? What than. Do I want to know
Will my nightmares come back? Or will I be safe alone in my imagination
3 AM head in the clouds. Where is love taking us. To the highest peak of heaving, it all seems like a dream. A dream within a dream.
You terrify me, love me and confuse me, your cold blue eyes watch me like a tiger would its young
Filled with joy but haven’t felt so lost
Where will love take us next?
moreResolved Question: How many meanings does the word UP have?
There is a two-letter word that perhaps has more meanings than any other two-letter word, and that is "UP."
It's easy to understand UP, meaning toward the sky or at the top of the list, but when we awaken in the morning, why do we wake UP? At a meeting, why does a topic come UP? Why do we speak UP and why are the officers UP for election and why is it UP to the secretary to write UP a report? We call UP ! our friends. And we use it to brighten UP a room, polish UP! the silver, we warm UP the leftovers and clean UP the kitchen. We lock UP the house and some guys fix UP the old car. At other times the little word has real special meaning. People stir UP trouble, line UP for tickets, work UP an appetite, and think UP excuses. To be dressed is one thing but to be dressed UP is special.
And this UP is confusing: A drain must be opened UP because it is stopped UP. We open UP a store in the morning but we close it UP at night.
We seem to be pretty mixed UP about UP! To be knowledgeable about the proper uses of UP, look the word UP in the dictionary. In a desk-sized dictionary, it takes UP almost 1/4th of the page and can add UP to about thirty definitions. If you are UP to it, you might try building UP a list of the many ways UP is used. It will take UP a lot of your time, but if you don't give UP, you may wind UP with a hundred or more. When it threatens to rain, we say it is clouding UP. When the sun comes out we say it is clearing UP.
When it rains, it wets the earth and often messes things UP.
When it doesn't rain for awhile, things dry UP.
One could go on and on, but I'll! wrap it UP, for now my time is UP, so..........Time to shut UP!
Oh...one more thing:
What is the first thing you do in the morning and the last thing you do at night?
U-P (you pee)
So how many meanings does UP have?
moreResolved Question: Should I continue this story or not?
I went out side and told my father that I was going in the woods,at the time it was warm and my summer dress was fine even in the winter. When I was out in the woods it started to get cold.I was trying to make it back to the house When I entered the Meadow, the storm had already hit pretty bad in this area so I had thought that it would be fine to stay there.I was curled up in a ball under a tall pine when the storm hit again in the meadow.
I couldnt feel my body anymore I was covered in snow,I felt like I was out of my body,like I was a mere spirit in the world of the living.I was still in the meadow partly but I was also in the clouds,I could see the man I was going to marry when I was older and my baby girl Rachel that we would have.
Then i was in a bright place and could here a voice.My mothers voice that said "my wonderfull baby girl,I hadnt hoped to see you so soon.This isnt your time,you should go back to your body.I will see you again just not now.your father needs you."When she was done saying this I couldnt reply I didnt feel the same.I could feel my body again.
I could here voices,many diferent ones.Everyone was saying things like "can you here me" or "is she going to be ok?"
I could distinguish one voice alone,my fathers,he was saying "darling come back to me,I know its tempting to go there so peacefull,but come back."
I wanted to tell him I was ok and that I was here but I couldnt speak,But I did squeze his hand.This seemed to scare im though it was ment as reasurance.
After that i remember nothing but going in and out of consiouseness.My dad never moving from my side and friends and family stoping to talk to me.I could sometimes tell what they were saying,and sometimes I could only here there voice.
When I finally came to for an ok period of time my father basically yelled for a nurse to come quick,then said " we thought we'd lost you forever"
Everything was blurry but i managed to say "where am I?",but after that I remember nothing.When i was able to move I jerked up and started screaming it felt like I was on fire,there were needles everywhere on me,and I couldnt get rid of them.By the time the nurse went to sedate me I said"no wait,please stop the burning."
The nurse looked shocked at how easily I was able to form words but replyed " you're at the hospital you were found in the woods covered in snow you had some frostbite but overall you'll be fine,the burnin will stop in a little while"
"forest? I was in a meadow" I was scared at how they responded so mechanically to me,The way they moved.It was like they were afraid i'd collapse at any moment.I felt fine but I was scared becouse what if I did, I didnt think i'd be able to come back agian...
this is an updated version
moreResolved Question: What is it about thunderstorms that you love?
They are romantic, moody, scary and comforting at the same time. Weird I know...
Maybe it is all the summer storms, but I was wondering what other people think of them. I wrote a poem once (below) that included a storm coming in.
Winds of change
Now the winds of change are blowing.
In the air,
there is a fear, of not knowing.
Like stepping into a storm wind
arms outstretched to the sky
exhilarated by the force of
the dark clouds rolling by
Fear and excitement rolled into one
and glad for the calm, when the storm is done.
The sun now shines, warming your face
you’re looking west, to a new place.
The former wind is more like a zephyr
warm and charmingly fragrant as ever
Spot the eagle in your sights
the wind lifts him higher,
and higher in majestic flight
yes, the winds of change are blowing
like the eagle,
higher, and higher you are going.
moreResolved Question: I would really like your opinion on this...Does it make you crave more...?
...or bores you? Please read this. You don't have to read all of it if you don't want to. I would appreciate any comments or criticism. Thanks.
The evening was calm and chilly like any other. The sky held wisps of grey clouds, delicately drawing them through its thick darkness. I was completely alone at a train station, which made me feel uneasy. Gloomy trees standing tall over me, the moaning wind, the disturbing silence; all of it scared me, especially because I was afraid of the dark, even at my age. So, naturally, I was extremely anxious for the train to arrive. As I waited I yawned letting my warm breath escape and hover in the frosty air, later dispersing softly in the dark.
Finally, I heard the clatter of the train speeding along the tracks towards the station. Its lights were blinding. I watched it slow down in front of me. The doors pulled apart with a noise that resembled a sound of a smacker and the silence of the evening grew louder as feet rattled against the pavement. My tired eyes watched the people get out and fade in the dimness of the evening as I moved myself towards the doors.
I walked into the train leaving the darkness of the chilly night behind me, I have resigned myself to read a mediocre book, that I got in the library a few days prior. My decision was to hide myself in the far corner seat of the train near a middle aged lady. When I nestled myself in that very corner, I noticed a strangely interesting man seated directly across from me. His hair was long, dark swirls hanging down to his back and his sitting position was relaxed with one arm resting on the back of his seat and one leg crossed over the other. He eyed me as I fumbled in my bag. I looked up to perceive him watching me and faintly smiling. I smiled back ever so slightly just to be polite and opened up my book casually to start reading. I didn’t really care for the man much, until I was half way through page ninety-seven. My intuition was telling me of something or someone watching me. I felt his stare on me and could feel his eyes inspect my slightest move: how my eyes glanced from left to right as I read, how I sighed as I read the boring parts and how my hand swiftly flicked the pages.
I looked up subtly and my eyes met his. His eyes smirked at me, they were so deep-set that they looked like two bright blue beams coming out from a shadow of a cave. His lips didn’t move, not a muscle stretched on his face. I raised an eyebrow, still looking into his eyes and he wiggled his back at me playfully. Was this some kind of game he was playing? I dropped my eyes back onto the page of my book pretending to ignore his actions.
Moments later I couldn’t help but to look up again, his eyes kept observing me still and this time the left corner of his mouth moved into a half smile as he raised his left brow along with it. It made him look seductive, yet eerie, but made me tense. Though I might had not been aware of it yet. My skin felt hotter, as if I had temperature. He made me feel embarrassed, but for what? I had no idea why this awkwardness that made me feel like a fool was present in me, but at the same time it made me sense thrill running through me. He knew I was engrossed by him, I could see pride rise in his chest. His posture had become somewhat arrogant. It annoyed me so I looked away, but not without hesitation. I wished I could keep staring. Just as easily as he could stare at me.
PS: If anyone wants me to post another little bit of the story just let me know.
Well, I don't know what you mean by predictable, because this is a mystery and in the end the very guy kills the girl...lol
moreResolved Question: TV show about salt water clouds this morning. Good idea? Bad idea?
I caught a little bit this morning about using salt / saltwater to blast up to create "whiter clouds" to reflect sunlight, and cool the earth.
I think the idea was that if it was done on a massive scale, it would induce cooling.
SO, the question is, does this sound like a good idea?
(btw, if you're coming from "it's not warming" don't bother. you've already proved that your thinking is useless.)
when i thought about it, what struck me is, "Do we want to dump more salt on the land? Do we want to put more salt into the rain?" kind of along with Paul's "untended consequences". There are already areas where farming has been abandoned because of salt.
<<Besides... was that TV blurb peer-reviewed?>>
unfortunately, i think it was the science channel.
not a bastion of reality lately, unfortunately.
<<it cloudy all the time on Wailele, not too cool, bout the same as in the sun>>
if you can't tell that it's cooler when it's cloudy, then it's not surprising that you question global warming.
<<Clouds are pure white and pure water vapor.>>
you might check out Dana's answer. Turns out that they could be "more white". Yes, surprising.
<<Bad idea-it will cause the Earth to cool much faster provoking natural disasters
I may be wrong because I am going on intuition and not objective information>>
look back at what i said at the top, "if you're coming from "it's not warming" don't bother"
the earth really is warming.
you might consider some "objective information" because your intuition is failing you on this one.
http://www.nrmsc.usgs.gov/repeatphoto/download_info.htm Glacier National Park repeat photography.
serious melting glaciers.
it's not that i like it, i don't.
it's not that someone is "jamming it down my throat", they're not.
it just seems that there is honest science supporting the idea.
http://www.rkm.com.au/ANIMATIONS/carbon-dioxide-global-warming.html <== here's the physics.
http://www.rsc.org/images/CA1_tcm18-137980.doc <== Word doc. Page 6 shows where H2O and CO2 intercept different wavelengths
that's the short version of why i think it's a problem.
mind you, i'm old. i'll not see the worst of it.
if you're young, it will be much more of a problem for you.
however, i'd be willing to pay more, so that it's not as bad for you.
i cannot be more honest than that.
moreResolved Question: How can I make this better?
At dawn, the golden sun rose over the luminescent valley, bathing the snow in a bright pool of light. As the last snowflakes fell, the portentous storm clouds dissipated, leaving sunlight in their place. Sean enthusiastically scampered out of bed, gazing at the magnificent sunrise, which was said to be the most beautiful thing in Hitrea. Sean eyed down toward his map and noticed a small pen-drawn marking that symbolized 'the mill'.
“Looks like we need to pass through the mill,” Sean said, standing next to Max.
“Why?” Max asked with confusion. “I thought we're going to Patropoli Tower?”
“We are, but Noah marked the mill for a reason. I think we should go there. It's very close.”
Max peeked behind him, happy to see Miranda packing her bags. Her ankle had finally healed.
“Lets move, to the mill!” Max said, maintaining his energy.
The four of them headed east along the mountain range toward the mill. The snow was deeper than expected; when Sean stepped into it, the snow nearly reached his knees.
“I am so sick of snow,” Sean said.
“Me too! I hope it's warm when we get to the other side,” Miranda agreed.
“Is that it?” Jess asked, peering into the distance, to a small rickety looking shack.
Half the mill lay on the mountain face. The other half was held by wooden beams, dug deep into the snow and rock The roof was slanted with dirt and brown bags of garbage on top. A wooden sign jutted out from the side of the building that read:
moreResolved Question: How does this sound for a begining?
uh really not finnished and my grammer is awful but yeah...
The press snap pictures and write their quotes as she watched through tinted glass, she steeled herself and slowly crept out of the car. Suddenly everything was very sharp- human rights activists screamed their slogans for and ageist the Shadowblades the reporters shoved their way towards her ramming microphones in her face asking her questions that she refused to answer. A young woman with her child told her to leave and go back to hell- her child stood crying at her side, tugging at her sleeve trying to catch her mother’s attention. They called us monsters? She thought disgustedly hypocrites everyone of them...
She pushed her way into the building nodded at the security then walked into the bathroom. The sickly green lights made her feel sluggish as she walked to the mirrors, her elbow length brown red hair fell into her grey blue eyes- she wanted to splash her face with cool water... but she had spent hours that morning making herself look respectable, long black lashes brushed her cheeks and deep black eyeliner made the colour of her eyes even more striking. Breathing very deeply she slapped her cheeks with cold hands. And Ellena the ambassador for one million shadow warriors walked into the conference room ready to fight for the right to
**
Night time was still, wispy clouds coloured like lavender were light ageist the pitch black of the sky. The moon stood chalky high above the snowy suburbia. I walked slowly through the unmarked snow my old combat boots crunched on the white powder piercing through the night. Cold seeped through my jeans at the rips on my knees, my soft leather jacket was warm and perfect for the weather.
A small noise alerted me to something approaching someone’s house- a little one at the end of the street. I jumped on to on an oak tree clambering up, in a few seconds I was near the top, something was slithering up to the front door. It was a T’che, they’re the worst kind of parasites- the kind that lodge in your body and slowly eat away at your organs, sometimes the process takes years-enjoy your dinner? Because it gets worse- they like young tissue so babies are perfect for the job... they stay within the body for three or four years before clawing its way out. But their also dumb shits so that balances things out. I jumped from the first tree onto another one closer to the snake like creature then I launched myself towards it.
As I flew through the air as I summed Eva, little black wisps of smoke breathed into my hand and solidified to create a dark silver dagger with a black oriental hilt. Eva was my Shadow Blade and I was a Shadow Warrior.
Faster stronger and on the whole we’re smarter than humans even though it was their science that brought us here-first they stole the MOST dangerous creatures from out plain to see if they could train them and use them as weapons (don’t ask how the science is to complicated but it included some kind of rip near the moon)- that as you may guess did not work out, in fact it went catastrophically wrong so they ( unwillingly) brought a whole bunch of Shadowpeoples to earth then told us if we fought the creatures we could go back home or get citizenship. No such luck as they brought both males AND females with them so yeah they f*cked it up basically.
Oh god, the dam thing was huge three times my size- great...just peachy. I landed softly and immediately it spun round to meet me its huge blue eyes angry as venom dripped from the canines that spiked out of its mouth, it lunged for me. I jumped up and kicked hard into the strong jaw sending a jar up my leg. I pulled Eva to the left and the tip stayed where it was- she grew into a sort of samurai sword that I was new to using. I stabbed the long spine and it screamed like no tomorrow everyone was turning on their lights now... dam it!
Oh sh*t! I heard voices...
Doors were opening! Why wouldn’t it f*cking die?
I hacked at it again till it stopped moving it gurgled as blood seeped through its teeth. Hurriedly I sent Eva away and she dispersed back into black smoke. But by then the humans had seen her...
Shit
A woman came out of the little house a baby in her arms, she gasped at the bloody scene that used to be her front garden.
“What did you do?” she asked slightly horrified.
“I... um killed it?”
“Why?” she looked me straight in the eye without hate or curiosity she was looking at me thankfully... that never happened before with an adult, it made me feel embarrassed for a long time and acutely aware that I had gotten demon blood all over her garden... and now it was eating at her sunflowers, perfect I meet one nice person and I kill her garden.
“It was going to... hurt your kid- I... it’s what... job” I mumbled while averting my eyes. But as soon as I had finished my awkward statement a shot rang out and a bullet whizzed by
moreResolved Question: Whiter roofs and paler pavements (seriously)?
It seems like an idea ridiculed here can make a serious contribution to mitigating warming:
http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2010/07/100719162945.htm
http://www.sciencedaily.com/
releases/2010/07/100719162945.htm
Reporting on Menon et al. Radiative forcing and temperature response to changes in urban albedos and associated CO2 offsets. Environmental Research Letters, 2010; 5 (1): 014005 DOI: 10.1088/1748-9326/5/1/014005
“In the latest study, the Berkeley Lab researchers and their collaborators used a detailed global land surface model from NASA Goddard Space Flight Center, which contained regional information on surface variables, such as topography, evaporation, radiation and temperature, as well as on cloud cover. For the northern hemisphere summer, they found that increasing the reflectivity of roof and pavement materials in cities with a population greater than 1 million would achieve a one-time offset of 57 gigatons (1gigaton equals 1 billion metric tons) of CO2 emissions (31 Gt from roofs and 26 Gt from pavements). That's double the worldwide CO2 emissions in 2006 of 28 gigatons."
I am rather hoping someone will give me an opinion based on examining the claim, without simply asserting that the effect must "obviously" be too small to matter.
Linlyons; I did say whiter,not white. I had a reflective pale plastic roof in the US. And I could feel the heat coming off black asphalt roads in Texas.
moreResolved Question: Would you read on? Please help.?
The evening was calm and like any other evening it was chilly. The sky held wisps of grey clouds, delicately drawing them through its thick darkness. I was completely alone at a train station, which made me feel uneasy. Gloomy trees standing tall over me, the moaning wind, the disturbing silence; all of it scared me, especially because I was afraid of the dark, even at my age. So, naturally, I was extremely anxious for the train to arrive. As I waited I yawned letting my warm breath escape and hover in the frosty air, later dispersing softly in the dark.
Finally, I heard the clatter of the train speeding along the tracks towards the station. Its lights were blinding. I watched it slow down in front of me. The doors pulled apart with a noise that resembled a sound of a smacker and the silence of the evening grew louder as feet rattled against the pavement. My tired eyes watched the people get out and fade in the dimness of the evening as I moved myself towards the doors.
I walked into the train leaving the darkness of the chilly night behind me, I have resigned myself to read a mediocre book, that I got in the library a few days prior. My decision was to hide myself in the far corner seat of the train near a middle aged lady. When I nestled myself in that very corner, I noticed a strangely interesting man seated directly across from me. His hair was long, dark swirls hanging down to his back and his sitting position was relaxed with one arm resting on the back of his seat and one leg crossed over the other. He eyed me as I fumbled in my bag. I looked up to perceive him watching me and faintly smiling. I smiled back ever so slightly just to be polite and opened up my book casually to start reading. I didn’t really care for the man much, until I was half way through page ninety-seven. My intuition was telling me of something or someone watching me. I felt his stare on me and could feel his eyes inspect my slightest move: how my eyes glanced from left to right as I read, how I sighed as I read the boring parts and how my hand swiftly flicked the pages.
Does it make you want to read on? Do you want me to post more? I'm not as worried about it being perfect in terms of writing as in terms of being entertaining and catching your attention, I'll be looking over it again, but now I really want to know if it leads you on and if you'd like for me to post more and would you be prepared to read more and comment on it? Criticism is wwelcomeas long as it's not too harsh.
PS I'm 16 and a non-native English speaker, but have spoken in English for almost 5 years now. Hope you like this piece. =]
@ the first poster:I haven't finished it yet. In fact I haven't even finished the first chapter. I was just wondering if people wanted to read on, if it was exciting enough.
Here's the next bit anyways:
I looked up subtly and my eyes met his. His eyes smirked at me, they were so deep-set that they looked like two bright blue beams coming out from a shadow of a cave. His lips didn’t move, not a muscle stretched on his face. I raised an eyebrow, still looking into his eyes and he wiggled his back at me playfully. Was this some kind of game he was playing? I dropped my eyes back onto the page of my book pretending to ignore his actions.
Moments later I couldn’t help but to look up again, his eyes kept observing me still and this time the left corner of his mouth moved into a half smile as he raised his left brow along with it. It made him look seductive, yet eerie, but made me tense. Though I might had not been aware of it yet. My skin felt hotter, as if I had temperature. He made me feel embarrassed, but for what? I had no idea why this awkwardness that made me feel like a fool was present in me, but at the same time it made me sense thrill running throu
thrill running through me. He knew I was engrossed by him, I could see pride rise in his chest. His posture had become somewhat arrogant. It annoyed me so I looked away, but not without hesitation. I wished I could keep staring. Just as easily as he could stare at me.
moreResolved Question: Did BP break the globe or just the Gulf of Mexico part of it?
1,000 miles or more north of the place myself but if the amount of oil in that gulf is enough to start evaporating into the clouds and come back down in rain --- a thousand miles away might not be far enough away
Methane escaping from the sea --- the air currents and the air content The sky itself seems more an enemy than anything else these days
Is speculation about the loop current correct ? That large sums of oil are enough to stop the loop current of the oceans warm and cool water exchange the oxygen transfer of the worlds underwater plant life and bacteria that feeds algae etc etc
If that stops the entire oceans plural world wide would die
Did BP break the world -- or just the American portion of it ?
moreResolved Question: Homework Help in World Geography?
The sentences are incorrect and need to be written correctly.
The climate of a place is determined only by its latitude.
Winds and ocean currents redistribute earth’s heat from the poles toward the Equator
by the process of conduction.
The world’s climate regions are mainly classified by vegetation and wind patterns.
A climate change called global warming could result from human actions that increase
the amount of water vapor in the atmosphere.
Factors that affect life in an ecosystem include transportation, air pressure, and clouds.
Forest types include coniferous forest, chaparral, and savanna.
In the tundra, some plants have small leaves that lose little moisture, while in the
desert, some plants have large leaves to catch scarce sunlight.
Two types of grasslands are tropical grasslands, called prairies or steppes, and
temperate grasslands that include savannas.
(Thank you to all that help! I will definitely pick best answers to those who help! PLease!
I have several other sentences that I have to finish up but I need help with these so far! PLEASE AND THANK YOU!!!)
(10 points for the best answer!)
moreResolved Question: How can I improve this?
This is just the beginning of my story. It's set in 19th Century Russia. Please offer some advice and constructive criticism. Thank you.
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"And what is your name, miss?” the conductor asked, leering at her through the rainy mist. His eyes were too bright, as though lit by candles. They shimmered evasively, seeming to bleed into the fog surrounding the train carriage.
“I am Lyudmila Kolmakova, sir,” she answered in her quiet way, glancing away from his gaze.
He stared at her for quite an uncomfortable time, eyeing her rosy rouged lips and glossy hazel eyes. Then, with another twitchy smirk, he said, “Number nineteen, I do believe.”
“Thank you,” she said, brushing past him. She climbed the slippery metal steps and ducked through the train door out of the dripping autumn weather.
An endlessly long aisle greeted her. It was poorly lit, with nothing more than the cloud-choked sun to filter through the few windows. A copious dust swathed the floor in a dingy gray hue. Slips of crumpled paper and knots of long-dead spider carcasses peppered the way. She wobbled on her feet. Hugging the small blue satchel to her bosom, she stepped through the mess until she reached the very end of the train carriage. Drafts pushed themselves through the gap in the roof. Her breath swelled into the air. It was quite dismal back here. She doubted the compartment would be much cleaner or much warmer. She only prayed that she would not have to deal with any unexpected company.
moreVoting Question: What do you think of this poem?
"On the Rain and Sunshine"
The spring rain begins to fall
And washes the sun away.
The warm water dives to the ground,
Clings to leaves, wishing to stay.
As the sun fights for its rightful place
Melting away clouds of gray.
Soft breezes help chase them off
The clear, perfect skies of May.
Hearts leap, for summer is near
Far away from December sleighs.
Sunlight shines off the ocean,
Glimmers on the sand and lazed bay.
Green grass basks below,
And above, a rainbow.
moreResolved Question: what does this mean???????
me and him went to the park yesterday and it was like 100 degrees but i brought a jacket just in case it rained because the other time we were at the park it started raining out of no where and it was really cold
-there were grey clouds in the sky yesterday
him: why did you bring a jacket its like 100 degrees outside
me: just in case it rains it was really cold last time till you kept me warm haha this time you wont have to
him: o dang i really liked keeping you warm
me :D
did he try hinting he likes me??
moreResolved Question: What do you love about a thunderstorm?
I love so many things! I would like to know what you like. I wrote a poem once (below) with a storm coming in as part of it.
Winds of change
Now the winds of change are blowing.
In the air,
there is a fear, of not knowing.
Like stepping into a storm wind
arms outstretched to the sky
exhilarated by the force of
the dark clouds rolling by
Fear and excitement rolled into one
and glad for the calm, when the storm is done.
The sun now shines, warming your face
you’re looking west, to a new place.
The former wind is more like a zephyr
warm and charmingly fragrant as ever
Spot the eagle in your sights
the wind lifts him higher,
and higher in majestic flight
yes, the winds of change are blowing
like the eagle,
higher, and higher you are going.
moreResolved Question: put together a couple rhymes anyone feel like throwin a few down?
got inspired to jot down a couple lines after listening to a really incredible beat..join in if you got anything you wanna send out..
this music is so beautiful i dont know how to word it
could turn a life of crime into something picture perfect
a magic touch from sounds that came from above the clouds
spoke of love and opened up the hearts of hopeless crowds
i often day dream about a life without the mainstream
where artists arent pushed the hardest to act fake just to make c.r.e.a.m
this artform keeps my heart warm on the coldest nights
if you never believe how bright you can be youll never control the light
forever lost in the darkness tryin to find a way out
workin on your delivery wont gaurantee a safe route
the industry is crazy, shady & lazy
they're modo isnt get an education its fuck you pay me...
moreResolved Question: Is this prologue for my story good?
“IÔ,” With a whisper the name spread across the land, floating aimlessly as far as the spell that sent it would allow. Through narrow valleys, soaring mountains and nestled villages the sound flew, carrying a message that would, one day, be of great importance. For a moment all movement ceased, and heads turned upward towards the vast, darkened sky. It was a day of great sorrow, the army’s had been defeated in the North, and the towns were preparing for immanent doom as the other countries fast approached their area.
Each day the wellbeing of any particular kingdom could be measured by their sky, and in this world everything was controlled by the sun, and thus by the great god Helios. And every morning, no matter where you would search, the townspeople’s noses would be upturned, searching for any sign of the yellow, all-seeing orb. With each nightfall a great sigh would arise from those who rushed toward the safety of homes. The dangerous beasts came out at night.
It was an honour bestowed only upon those of royal lineage, which produced an heir every thirty or so years, to be named after the most sacred thing to the people. And on this night, as the name of the very opposition to all things holy and bright was whispered across the kingdom, a baby boy was born in to the current rulers of Fultor. As a cry tore from his newly freed lips, the King cried out triumphantly, “His name shall be Helios!”
A fitting name it was, for the child had hair of the most golden shade and his eyes were warm, the colour of honeysuckle. When his name was shouted his crying stopped abruptly, and Helios watched his parents with a curious, intelligent stare.
Even the birth of her nephew hadn’t calmed the priestess’s nerves, and she watched the dimly lit sky with growing anticipation. Ruby coloured robes hung from her abnormally thin frame, small, rich stones set in an elaborate necklace that lay gently across her breastbone. If she’d aged a year past twenty her immortal, beautiful body didn’t show it. With each passing moment that her deep-set eyes watched it the moon was rising higher in the horizon, and the clouds were growing ever darker.
There was something about her nephew’s eyes, something far too full of wisdom for a child, and the pink and orange dusted irises unnerved even the experienced priestess. She fingered the jeweled necklace, pondering her course of actions.
All she knew was that she must not, under any circumstance, allow the boy to go anywhere near the moon goddess who had, inevitably, just entered this world on the very same day.
The prophecy had warned of this, and it now seemed it wouldn’t be long before the two forces collided. Her gemstones began vibrating violently against her chest, one a rich ruby color and the other a vibrant blue, and she smoothed them against her pale flesh, gazing longingly out the open window.
moreResolved Question: Which cloud has flat-bottomed and are created by warm, moist updrafts and may tower high into the sky.?
moreResolved Question: Any animes with good couples/pairings?
I'm interested in an anime with a good pairing I can ship :) I'm getting a bit annoyed that somehow my pairing becomes the underdog or -horror shock- it's crack (much to my shame) DX
I kind of like it when the girl is tough/strong/kind hearted/sad/or maybe super warm-hearted/stubborn/shy and the boy is cool/distant/mean/hot-headed/sweet on the inside. So yeah, even bad boy and nice girl are okay :D
Here are some examples of pairings I enjoy (please do not flame if you diasgree)
- Ichigo & Rukia (Bleach)
- Misaki & Usui (Maid!Sama)
- Yin & Hei (Darker than Black)
- Tifa & Cloud (FFVII)
- Zero & Yuuki (Vampire Knight)
- Kyo & Tohru (Furuba)
- Kei & Hikari (Special A)
- Lavi/Kanda & Lenalee (D Gray Man) DON'T SHOOT ME LOL
So, if I had to sum it up, pairings I like are:
- The ones who mask their love with fighting
- Ones where they open up to each other
- Ones where they make each other happy
- 10000000000% chemistry XD
- Dark sort of couples - where they don't choose prince charming
- Sweet ones where they change one another
I hope to hear from you guys XD Thanks in advance !
moreResolved Question: What makes clouds clear so fast at night?
Ive noticed a few times a 100% covering of clouds only for it to be totally clear 20 Min's later. How can this be? Surely the blanket of cloud was keeping ground level warmer than above the clouds, so air couldn't be sinking to clear the clouds?
moreResolved Question: Could you help me with this question? Please I want a very intelligent person to anwser this question?
When a 6-mile-wide asteroid slammed the Earth 65 million years ago, it wiped out the dinosaurs, about 80 percent of the world’s plant species, and all animals bigger than a cat. But what happened to the bugs?
It’s been tough for scientists to determine how the insects fared because they rarely leave behind fossils, but a Denver paleontologist and his Smithsonian Institution colleagues found a way around the problem. By studying insect damage etched into thousands of fossil leaves, they determined that many plant-eating bugs perished in the big impact.
“These little insects are leaving their calling cards on the fossil leaves, and we have an excellent fossil record of leaves,” said Kirk Johnson, curator of paleontology at the Denver Museum of Nature & Science. “So by looking at the insect damage on the leaves before and after the dinosaur extinctions, we can make a pretty good educated guess of what happened to the insects.”
Johnson and his collaborators estimate that 55% to 60% of plant-eating insects were exterminated. Over the past 20 years, Johnson has collected 13,441 plant fossils from quarries in southwestern North Dakota. When the asteroid hit Mexico’s Yucatan Peninsula, it threw up clouds of dust that traveled around the globe. Johnson pulled the fossils from rock layers directly above and below those sediments. At the time, southwestern North Dakota was a warm, forested plain with lots of broad-leafed trees.
Some leaves, now stored at the Denver museum and at Yale University, are up to a foot long. Individual leaf veins are visible, as are the diagnostic chomp marks, tunnels, and holes left by prehistoric beetles, grasshoppers, butterflies, and moths. Some insects are specialists, rely on a single species of plant for sustenance; others are generalists that feed on several plant types. By analyzing insect-damaged leaves before and after the impact, the researchers determined that the generalists survived, while 70% of the specialists did not.
a. What was the question being investigated by the scientists?
b. What observations did the scientists make during their investigations?
c. What was the principal conclusion of their research?
moreResolved Question: What do you think of my poem?
When we’re faced with troubles,
I hope she is not scared.
‘Cause as long as her hand’s in mine,
I know we are prepared.
Anything that’s thrown our way
We will persevere.
When times get tough, and things go bad,
Please know I will stay near.
Our love will be untainted,
Throughout every passing year.
Regardless of the challenges,
Remember I’ll be here.
She is the one worth fighting for,
She’s worth every single tear.
If they try to take her from me,
I’ll pursue her without fear.
Our love warms me,
Like a sunlit afternoon.
I’ll never stop this struggle,
Throughout every passing moon.
‘Cause our love is what I’ve longed for,
Please try not to forget.
I’d break through all the clouded skies,
For this amazing girl I’ve met.
Her smile paints a picture,
That is worth a thousand words.
Together we can fly away,
And be surrounded by the birds.
As I’ve said a hundred times,
I’ve given her my heart.
And I know deep inside my mind,
We will never be apart.
Nothing can take me from her,
I’ll be here ‘til the end.
All these girls don’t even try,
‘Cause they know they can’t contend.
She is my one and only,
Truly my dearest friend.
I hope she knows without a doubt,
That I’ll be here ‘til the end.
moreResolved Question: What atmospheric process do you suppose forms cumulus clouds.?
A.Warm, moist rises into cold air, where the moisture condenses.
B. Warm, moist air moves over cold air, and the condensation forms at the junction.
C. Cold air moves underneath warm air and causes condensation.
D. Cold air falls and causes the moist air at lower heights to condense.
moreResolved Question: IMEDDIATE WEATHER HELP !!!!!!?
there is lightning in like a mile or two from my house lightning is striking but, a few yards behind all the clouds, everything is bright and sunny? THen i walked by and there were clouds looking like to form a tornado i need help is it a tornado or not? and my weather channel says that it's warm and clear im in southern california .
moreResolved Question: Which situation would you most expect to create clouds?
A. cold moist air encounters warm air
B. warm moist air encounters warm air
C. cold moist air encounters cool air
D. warm moist air encounters cool air
moreResolved Question: Do you think I have potential as a writer?
Whenever I am upset, I like to write. And I am extremely upset at the moment. This bit of writing is from the novel I'm working on. They say to write what you know, and this is what's going on in my life.
Nobody could compare to him. The way his lips curved into a half smile. The way he always smelled. The way he always looked. The way he made her laugh. She was attached to him. Could not explain it. She fell hard, fell deep. "I'm sorry I ever met you.." She told him. "You've drowned me. Water clouding my eyes, not being able to breathe thinking you're angry with me, or possibly with somebody else...". All he could do was look at her. Those brown eyes. Those warm, inviting brown Russian eyes. Bedroom eyes, her mother always called the type.
"I'm waiting for your hand.. I'm waiting for you to pull me out of this sea of sorrow.." She whispered, gently wiping away her tears.
"What of the others?" He asked, not once moving his eyes... damn those eyes.. away from her.
"Forget the others. They mean nothing. Nothing matters if I'm not with you!!!" Fists clutched into themselves; knuckles white with rage.
"You know I wish to remain alone. You know I can't be with somebody at the moment!" He sat down with a sigh, eyes finally moving towards the floor, in guilt.
Tears welled up again, and in a broken voice...."Then.. I shall continue to drown...and wait for the end."
moreResolved Question: Please answer! what do you think of this?
Follow me, my lady, as we start the lover’s dance,
Take my hand, and soar with me. In our loving warm romance.
Rise up with me, and feel our wings take us higher with every spread.
Each heated breath, each loving touch, to the dreams deep in your head.
And upon the cloud on which we sit, our whole world lies below.
Me upon you, we look inside and see that which we truly know.
No words come too our lips as the image tells our desire.
And Time forgets to catch us, as we dance carefree ever higher
And all your passion and desires , become real now here with me.
And once were done, we join as one, were we truly wish to be
this is the 2nd draft as i used the previous advice i was given.i would love some more advice and suggestions to improve it but i would be happy to know if you like it or not..every opinion is appreciated :)
ps this is the original;
Follow me, my female, as we start the lover’s dance,
Take my hand, and soar with me. In our loving warm romance.
Rise up with me, and feel our wings take us higher with every stroke.
Each heated breath, each loving touch, as one within our cloak.
And upon the cloud on which we sit, our whole world lies below.
Me upon you, we look inside and see what we truly know.
No words come too our lips as the image speaks so loud.
Time forgets to catch us, so we dance carefree on our cloud.
And all your passion and desires , spring to life now here with me.
And once were done, we join as one were we truly wish to be
moreResolved Question: please answer! what do you think of this?
Follow me, my female, as we start the lover’s dance,
Take my hand, and soar with me. In our loving warm romance.
Rise up with me, and feel our wings take us higher with every stroke.
Each heated breath, each loving touch, as one within our cloak.
And upon the cloud on which we sit, our whole world lies below.
Me upon you, we look inside and see what we truly know.
No words come too our lips as the image speaks so loud.
Time forgets to catch us, so we dance carefree on our cloud.
And all your passion and desires , spring to life now here with me.
And once were done, we join as one were we truly wish to be
i would some advice and suggestions to improve it but i would be happy to know if you like it or not..every opinion is appreciated :)
my female used to be my pet nick name for my ex..it kinda grew on me..i think ill change it to my lady, or my beauty or something like this..thanks for all the answers there great :)
moreResolved Question: A critique for my poem please?
Vast,
The perfect word;
It can be a mountain range,
With rugged rocks and snowy peaks,
Strong winds that scream and echo through and through,
A snow leopard hunts a young deer,
The deer scampers across an uneven cliff face,
The leopard crouches down,
His pupils enlarged in the heat of the chase,
On the snow the deer lies silently,
A kick sends the leopard charging across rocks,
It hits the deer like a train,
The violent dance begins,
Pure passion and strength overflows from their tango,
With some twists and twirls,
And flashes of colours,
The dance ends,
The leopard has won.
Vast,
The perfect word;
It can be a beautiful valley,
Spilling with life and serenity,
Young grass with little shoots push their gentle way through the softest of soil,
Pastel flowers with delicate petals shine in the warm sunlight,
Sure-footed goats sway across the brightest of pastures with their innocent young.
In the distance,
You can hear the flowing song of the birds,
Lightening the darkest of times.
Vast,
The perfect word;
It can be the Antarctic,
A cold and barren landscape,
Most life perishes in the harsh conditions,
A lost seal cub wails through the night while crawling in the unforgiving lands,
The violent wind whips around his face;
Even though the air is cold,
It burns his flesh;
His mind slows,
He can barely breathe,
The voice of death whisper in his ears,
Give up now, the end is near.
But still the creature trundles on,
A lost case,
A lost cause.
Vast,
The perfect word;
It can be the Sahara Desert,
A parched land with golden waves,
The burning heat will melt us all,
Grains of sand hit our face,
It slices through and embeds.
A camel with a poor man will carry on,
Through the land,
Although their thirst will drive them mad,
They still continue through the burning sensations.
Where the golden sky meets the golden sands,
That is where their journey will end.
Vast,
The perfect word;
It can be a child's imagination,
A place that know's no boundary,
A world full of truth,
Where the lies are not fully lies,
And the bad guys,
Turn out good.
A world of rainbows and lollipops,
A pink cloud of candy floss cushions our feet,
The sky rains gum drops,
A river of chocolate carves the valley of popcorn.
Or a world of death and hate,
Where the man under the bed is real,
There really is a monster in your closet,
And in the shadows there lies a dark truth.
The child's mind bursts with ideas,
The foundation of everything.
Vast,
The perfect word;
It can be an empty museum,
Where the dinosaurs roam motionlessly,
Where the past whispers hidden truths,
And ancient statues sigh with grief,
For all they ever have known has crumbled before them.
The hollow halls with stuffed creatures,
The button eyes and loving preachers.
The biggest feats stand tall,
The grandest fears claim all.
This is the place where fame meets fate,
In a desperate trial to make or break.
Vast,
The perfect word;
A word of love,
A word of hate;
An empty world,
A teeming brim;
The place where I can truly hide,
Or where I am Jekyll and Hyde.
Death is vast,
Vast is death;
A word I think I know so well,
And yet I cannot explain,
The feeling that it gives me when it comes into my brain.
Vast,
The perfect word.
moreResolved Question: Reas These Poems Tell Me What You Think. I Wrote Them.?
I dont Know Why But Im Able To Write 5 Poems In Less Than 5 minutes. Well Here It Goes
Named It ( Great Terror Awaiting, Everlasting Near)
The Gates closed, darkness arose and destruction awoken, a heated power source overwhelmed, millions lives lost, a dry sea covered in blood, no water to hold thirst upon all , the wrath dark clouds hiding the skies, the shaking of the ground increasing, eruptions of volcanoes devouring all on its path, the night light covered in blood, the light of the day falls, technology disrupted, all eyes in torment, bodies consumed in ashes, fire descending from the sky, three and half years of terror, no deaths allowed, earth a different place, faith fades, hope leaves, fallen angels, fallen stars, nothing left but pieces of earth and space, the weepers of the earth repent, the curses of the world condemned, generations pass and a new eternity begins, all created new, no memories remembered.
i have also entitled some of my poems this (The Dawn Of The Unkown) not finished yet and (The Day Of Darkness, The Last Hour) ohkay ima write one of my love poems now
Dawn In Sight:
When I first set sight on you all I can do was gaze into your eyes, I felt this deep connection between us that I couldn't tick of but to know what it was, as days passed by we saw each other often but we never spoke a conversation, but you would always look at me as if I was a stranger, still timed passed by but after one morning dawn started to rise and all I could see was the beauty of the sun rising, I saw you there standing and I felt that deep connection again, you spoke to me and that's when I knew I was in love with you, I didn't even hear your words but instead I glanced at you and all of the sudden you drew closer and kissed me I felt an awakening connection in my heart as if you were the one that gave life to me ,a true reality. love is lasting but I never realized that until I fell Inlove with your heart.
Now i will Write my Myth i wrote dont worry anyone i dont copy any website etc.. i write my own stuff ").
One day when the weather was warm and clear I saw this woman by the name jestify walking down a forest . I ignored her and left to a lake near the woods . I fell into a deep sleep not knowing what was around me I saw jestify cleaning her hair in the water and becoming naked. So I lifted my head up and she saw me and screamed , then she apologized and came to me , we talked for a while and then night came we knew it was to late to leave and dangerous, so we made a fire , I fell in love with her reflection and I gazed at her and she put a smile on her face , later at night she said she was hungry so I gave her from my honey I had saved up for myself and she took it and drank it all, I didn't care I said to myself as long as she's with me I'm alive, later on I fell asleep and I over heard her saying thank you for giving me this lovely man , and I awoken to see who she was talking too and saw no one after that we cuddled and she kissed me on my lips and I still felt the taste of honey on her lips , the next morning we woke up we left to our homes but she didn't want to let go of our love , so I told her to come with me , and so she did but after we walked I was tired so we laid on the grass And that's how our life began.
moreResolved Question: What Do You Think About my poem?
Its a "This I believe" poem for english.
Thanks and be HONEST!:)
The Significance of Memories
Memories, I believe, force us to remember the good, the bad, the ugly and the worse. I believe in the warm and sweet memories of an untainted and innocent childhood. I remember when life was new, and everyone taller than you were referred to as “grown ups”. They feel vague and seem so far away, like a deferred dream. Those memories are soft and delicate, hard to grasp. When I think back to my younger years, I remember the dread of naptime in pre-k, my mother desperately teaching me how to ride a two wheeler, holding my baby sister for the first time, and when “getting high” meant pumping your legs on the swings. These recollections remind me of how much things changed and how much has stayed the same.
I believe in those special memories you recall arbitrarily; when we would say, “Remember when we used to…” or “Remember that one time..? Followed by, “Oh I remember that!” I remember those long, lazy summer days, when I would walk through the neighborhood looking for my best friend Jaehee while admiring the seemingly endless blue skies and puffy white clouds. I remember staying outside in tank top straps that would never stay up and Khaki shorts stained with cherry Popsicle, catching the glowing fireflies at their prime.
I also believe in the painful, tear jerking memories that most want to forget. I remember fallouts with friends I pinky swore to never leave. I remember the anxiety of figuring where to sit for lunch in middle school, the choked up feeling before I cried after learning news of an anticipated divorce and arduous moves to different schools. I believe that remembering these painful memories are key to my character.
I believe in the life changing memories that make you mark on the calendar every time the date comes up. I remember walking down a golden floored airport; my first steps in an unfamiliar country and the first day of school, when my mom packed me a lunch for half day kindergarten. Where would I be without the significant events that have affected my life so much? Sometimes I suppose I would be a completely different person, living in some alternate universe like those crazy sci-fi movies.
I believe memories are both the human alleviator and aggravator. Sometime I will remember a piece of my life in Nigeria; just a tidbit; and smile; soaking in the precious recall like a sponge. Other times I’ll remember an unpleasant memory, and get bitter all over again.
I believe in the uniqueness of a memory; like an untouched old-world photo; in the past, never to repeat again.
I believe in the memories that make someone ask, “What are you smiling at?” I also believe in the memories that will make a concerned onlooker say, “Are you okay?” I believe that memories force us to grow.
I believe in using my memories in conjunction with “Forgive and Forget”—without the “forget.” I believe I’m nothing without my memories; a newborn baby. I can’t begin to imagine a day where I would not be able to recall some gorgeous summer night, or one beautiful winter’s eve. Memories, to me, bring me every emotion I express. I reflect upon my memories to familiar tasks and every new challenge I take.
moreResolved Question: Making a story. Need opinons!?
The lake glistened under the midmorning sun. The sand felt warm and soothing under her feet. The sun burned her skin as if she was in a life-size oven. The waves crashed againest her toes like miniature earthquakes. The water felt cold and she could swear that there was a chunk of ice in the water. As she soaked her feet in the ice cold lake water she looked up at the clouds and bega to cry. Cry because what he had done to her, cry because of the harsh memories, cry because she felt misunderstood and unloved and cried because her heart was broken.It sometimes felt to her as if she was trapped on an emotional rollercoaster that would never let her go. As the heat attacked her body mercicously she decided to make her way up the sandy hill. As she headed up the hill she broke down and a sharp rock attacked her knee. She began to cry as she could feel her body shake and her knee began to pulsate. She didnt cry because of the gash in her knee, she cried because she was dying inside. Life was to stressful and overbearing. She just couldnt take it anymore...
The next morning she woke up to the sweet smell of her mother's chocolate and rasin pancakes. It woke her up nicely but as she got up she tripped over a shirt that she was to lazy to put away she cussed lightly and died a little more inside. As she made her way over to the table she wasnt surprised to see everyone at the table already munching on mom's specially made pancakes. She was lucky if she ever got a crumb of one. Luckily her mother had saved two small ones and some small sausages.
" Goodmorning Honey!" her mothersaid mother said in that sweet as honey tone of voice while she flopped around in one of those spring dresses that made her look like a fruity martini.
" Ehh" she groaned as she headed over to the refridgeorator to grab their last gallon of milk
"Here Honey." her mother said as she plopped down the food in front of her almost making the food fly into the air.
"Mhmm" she answered back as she started slowly nibbling on the pancakes her mother had set in front of her.
She started to get tired as Kate drolled on about this amazing purse that had kittens on it that she had saw last time her, her sister and her sister's best friend Amanda took her to the mall. She sighed and disposed of her not even half eaten pancakes into the waste bucket.
" Is there something wrong, Emily?"her mother asked while trying to make some coffee for herself and Robert
"Here Honey." she called, her eyes twinkling as she handed Robert a burning hot cup of morning coffee.
"Mhmm." Robert mumbled from behind the sports section of his favorite newspaper. " You know baseball is the most played and liked sport"
"Mhmm" her mother called back " Emily why doesnt your father every listen to me?"
Emily shrugged and tried to head her way upstairs. " Im not sure Lily." she called from half way up the stairs. She had a habit of calling her parents by their first names.
Up in her roomshe store apart all of her clothing storage bins for her favorite pair of ripped black skinny jeans.
"MOM!" she screamed so loudly it almost shook the entire house.
"What!" her mother answered back.
"Why cant I find my favorite pair of black skinny jeans?!"
"Honey check the laundry basket downstairs!"
Emily sighed and headed down to the laundry room. She headed down the creaky wooden stairs to find her black skinny jeans in one of her mothers millions of laundry baskets.She searched and searched until finally she got so upset she threw a pair of jeans across to the back wall. A clank noise resumed after the jeans hit the wall. Emily quickly ran over to see what had caused the clank noise. To her surprise she discovered a locket not far from where she had thrown the jeans. It was a long silver chain with a large sized silver heart in the middle. It had a crack in the middle as if to look like a broken heart but she assumed it ad cracked from the fall.
"Cool!"
She headed up the stairs with the locket in her hands.
" I found them." Lily stated as she slapped the jeans into her hands.
" Good now after i get changed can i please leave?!"
"Fine" her mother answered as she took away the breakfast dishes only to end up spiling syrup and pancake crumbs half way across the floor.
Emily had left moments before her mother had sworn so loud that a bird flew out of a nearby tree.She quickly ran across the street so she could ignore her mothers screaming plee for her father to get off his butt to go into the closet so he could get a mop.
As she headed down the sidewalk walking to the nearest park so she could get a second from her screaming mother, lazy father and constantly talking sister.
She sighed and went to swing on the horribly painted swings. One swing stood out to her thou
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"He's here, he always will be". I persuaded myself, knowing he was not able to hear me. It was twilight, the clouds scuttled across the obscured sky as a soft breeze blew against my freckled face. I clenched my hands into fists and shoved them into the sleeves of my parka to keep them warm. It whirled and swirled as the hair of my forehead flipped back and forth across its beauty spots. The smell of the upcoming rain cloud be noticed by all my senses, which was what terrified me the most.
I had been warned. My mother had asked me to take another layer of clothing as I'd headed outside, but I hadn't; I knew I would be drenched anyway. "Tears symbolize our weakness" I claimed, so the rain could be an adequate explanation for my soggy sweater. I leaned my back against his coffin, fiddling with the wreaths my family had decorated his tombstone with. I tore the petals off the roses contemplatively as each one resembled any year I had been with him. "He will never be forgotten" I mumbled to myself. I ran my fingers across the engraved words on his marbled coffin. "Billy –Clark".
I squinted at what seemed to be like a bad news to me. The diffused light on the horizon reflected off the lake next to my town. It was raining. The puffy clouds started huddling around the sun as they refracted its light in the cold atmosphere, but it was before I realized that I was crying. The bizarre tears were suddenly all over me as I felt a sort of thick air blowing through my veins and freezing my blood. I pulled my hand away instinctively, and stared at the acronym that was engraved as deeply into the marble as his full name was. R.I.P. Telling me what I refused to know. Billy was dead. There was no more Billy.
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I smoked marijuana for the first time last night. I had really weird symptoms and I don't know if they're normal.
At first I felt like gravity was really strong and it was pulling me so I sat on the ground. I started to feel really warm and then everything became a blur. I felt like I was in a video game and everyone was made of pixels. I didn't feel alive. I started freaking out and having a panic attack until my friend managed to calm me down. We walked to a store to get chips and I couldn't feel myself walking, it felt like my legs were just moving for me automatically and my feet felt fluffy like clouds. Then I started to see through people and people started to fade away from my vision then come back. I kept drifting in and out of reality and I just wanted to close my eyes because everything was wavy and things would just disappear randomly. I didn't feel real at all. My vision was really choppy and looking around was like changing scenes in a movie instead of a smooth eye movement.
So yeah. It wasn't what I was expecting AT ALL! Are these normal, or was my pot laced with something?
I had like 5 huge hits from a bong
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"He's here, He will always be". I persuaded myself, knowing he was not able to hear me. It was twilight. The clouds scuttled across the obscured sky as a soft breeze blew against my freckled face. I clenched my hands into fists and shoved them into the sleeves of my parka to keep them warm. It whirled and swirled as the hair of my forehead flipped back and forth across its creases. I squinted at what seemed to be like a bad news to me. The diffused light on the horizon reflected off the lake next to my town. It was going to rain. The puffy clouds started huddling around the sun as they refracted its light in the cold atmosphere. It was going to rain...
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