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QUESTION:
Looking for a Large Tiki idol that you can light a flame inside... want to use as a deck fire pit of sorts.?
I want a big tiki idol for my deck that you can put a fire in. Want to use it as a fire pit.. 3-4 feet tall.
Anyone know where I can buy something like this? All Ive seen have been plastic.
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QUESTION:
anyone ever used cement blocks for fire pit?
I dug out a place for fire pit. I thought some cement blocks would be good to keep things in order. I'm looking at circle, and I would like it to be about about 1-2/1 ft. tall. For these twigs and small limbs that keep falling out of my gag-gum pine trees. What u say?
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ANSWER:
I agree......cement blocks are an unwise choice.
Go to a home supply place and get some large stones...however many you need. Set them almost touching the firewood!!......and then start a trial-run fire. Keep it burning for a good couple hours at least.
The stones being so close to the fire will get really hot, which is what you want. If any decide to 'blow', they should do it now, and...you don't want to be sitting around the fire either, you just want to keep an eye on it from afar while you're doing other things.
Once you're done with this, you should be able to set them in place at the outer perimeter of the pit and be ready for regular use.
You see....stones and rocks can contain water. When they get hot the water will expand to boil.....so what you have is like a low-grade hand grenade, and they can crack very sharply and loudly sometimes. Often chips and pieces fly off and they can and have blinded people, and hit people in the face, etc.
It's just a dangerous situation that can, and should be avoided. Cement blocks have loads of water in them. It's not a matter of IF they shatter or break.....it's when.
Do it right....take the time.....so you can have a safe place to hang around a fire.
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QUESTION:
Fire pits at Foxboro Stadium?
Going to my 1st Pats game in a few years this sunday.
Going to be pretty goddamn cold out, so i'm hoping I can bring along some heat.
I have one of those 30 inch diameter/2 foot tall fire pits in my backyard. Are those allowed?
I know the tall fire barrels are not. Can anyone fill me in? I figure if I can bring my grill, why can't i bring the pit too?
Thanks. Go Pats!
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ANSWER:
I was at the Pats/Jets Monday night game. I was in the Kraft owned lot directly across rte 1 from the west end of the stadium. It was cold but not that bad if dressed properly. I saw at least 3 55 gallon barrels with wood fires burning with no problems from staff. Don't know for sure but I think you'd have a tougher problem with your fire pit because the fire isn't as contained as it is in a barrel. In the Kraft lot, the staff are mostly high school/college aged kids making some dough parking cars, they don't care. The only problem you'll potentially have is from the State Cops, they are pricks at Gillette, DO NOT try to sneak beers across rte 1, do not give those guys, or the myriad of local cops from surrounding communities on detail any lip whatsoever. But when it's really cold the Staties tend to huddle around a warm area and don't do hardly any patrolling so you might be alright with anything. In the nice weather games those guys walk through the tailgates, not in the cold weather games. That all said, I don't think you really need a heat source for tailgating. Dress in layers, get the grill going, use it to warm hands/feet if needed, you'll be so pumped about the atmosphere you won't hardly notice the cold.
(BTW: I have no idea how the non-Patriot owned lots deal with open fires)
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QUESTION:
Where can I find Indoor Gas Fire Pits?
I was recently in Holland, and all the seaside restaurants had these indoor gas fire pits. They are about 2'x2' square, and about 4 feet tall. The fire area is covered by a glass square cover. They are gas powered, and I assume there is a propane tank in the bottom. Does anyone know where I can find one of these ? An hour of searching google did not turn up much, at least not close to what I described.
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ANSWER:
Some countries have very relaxed rules on gas burning appliances. From your description, and my 21 years experience in the propane and natural gas business...I highly doubt you will find a CERTIFIED appliance like that in North America. Anything that large is going to require proper venting.
Anything that is connected to gas here must be inspected and have a label from a registered approval agency like Underwriter's Laboratories or someone like that. This is to certify that the appliance is safe to use and meets all applicable codes and regulations. If you bring in something offshore and it hurts anyone or damages property, you are going to find that if it isn't certified for use here Insurance companies will deny claims.
Be very careful where you buy one from if you do find it!
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QUESTION:
Are backyard fire pits legal in Suffolk County, Long Island?
My family and I would like to construct an outdoor brick fire pit (obviously secluded from anything combustible for safety purposes). The plan is to build a circle, about 4 or 5 feet in diameter, and 2 or 3 bricks tall. The functionality would be for barbecuing over a grate, and just hanging out at night around the fire. My only question is, is it legal to use in Suffolk County, NY?
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QUESTION:
Can you influence the direction smoke blows out of a camp fire?
I had a fire on the beach last night and the smoke was extremely annoying because it was cold and we had to sit especially close to the fire. It got me thinking though, can you influence which way the smoke from a fire goes by changing the type of pit it is in? For example, say you made a fire below ground level and dug a trench away from the pit. Might that influence the airflow into the fire and the subsequent direction the smoke came out? Would an obstruction influence it, perhaps a tall side to the fire pit? This is going out on a limb, but could you use any of smokes other properties to influence the direction it moved, for example through the way it interacts (if it does to any great extent at all) with electricity, humidity, or heat?
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ANSWER:
Yes you can definitely influence it.
You might have already discovered that your body will affect it when you get close.
Prevailing winds are the major influence, but it can be affected in ways similar to how smoke goes around objects in a wind tunnel.
Here's a link to some sail images for ideas:
http://www.wb-sails.fi/news/Stallpics.HTML
I also got some promising hits when I googled, "wind tunnel smoke images"
Have fun...
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QUESTION:
How much should I pay per sq ft for colored and stamed concrete. Or how much should i pay for this whole job?
I need concrete work done in my backyard and demo of a wall (in pict) to make way for a iron gate. The area needed to be concreted is 29 ft by 75 ft at 5 inches thick and one 39 ft by 25 ft at 4 inches thick. It comes to about 45.60 cubic yards of concrete. I also want a 5 ft diameter fire pit outta concrete about a ft tall or so. The concrete i would like colored and stamped nothing to crazy but nice. And I would assume that i would need to have two pillars to brace the gate on. The ones currently her are 6ft6 tall and a lil over a ft wide each four sides. I live in san bernardino ca if that helps. And any suggestions how I can do some of it myself to make it even cheaper
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QUESTION:
Am I spoiled? PLEASE HELP!!!!?
Ok, so I think I might be spoiled, but tell me what you think. The following list is what I have:
Sidekick Slide
Dell Laptop with webcam
ipod 5th Generation black and blinged, custom made
20 inch plasma screen TV in my room with rinestones around it
42 inch plasma screeb TV in my living room
Trampoline
Fire Pit (outside)
Pool
2 Pairs of the tall UGGS
Pink Nintendo DS Lite, (that i like never play anymore)
ipod dock/alarm clock state of the art speaker set, 500.00
All my clothes are from Hollister, Pink, Abrecrombie, Aeropostale, American Eagle, Forever 21, and some olf clothes from Ross and Khols that I like never wear.
I could go on, but I don't feel like it. Tell me if Im spoiled, PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!
By the way, i forgot to mention thst i get all my purses from Coach, Guess, and Juicy Couture. I have 3 Juicy Bags, 2 Guess Bags, (ones only 100.00 and the other's 350.00) My Coach Bags are 300.00 each, except ones only 250.00. That's not alot! You all must be poor. And by the way im getting the ipod touch 80 gb.
Im also 13
and i have 4 pairs of Coco Chanel Sun glasses and only two from Coach
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QUESTION:
Ideas for a Project????????????
So my friends are building a little kind of area for chilling in a wooded area next to his house... and we need ideas of what to build out there or put out there...
we are planning to sand down a small, tall tree and staining it, maybe lacquer, and making a strippers pole...
we also have a fire pit, and an ipod dock.. and build a wooden bench...
its in a public area, not private property, so it cant really be expensive..
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ANSWER:
Create a table from a tree stump and wood from a pallet or other inexpensive source. Be sure to ring your fire pit with rock, and find a grill grate that you can bring with you when you are there for the evening. Benches are fine, but consider making something more along the lines of Adirondak chairs - they could be two person size, much more comfortable for chillin'. Plan to bring a blanket or too,, they can double as a pillow, extra 'floor' space or a pad on the bench.
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QUESTION:
i had a weired dream, can you interpret?
the dream started at me at my old house in the backyard, i was walking in tall grass and it was pitch dark but i had a torch so i could see about a foot infront of me. I finally came to a fire pit and in it was a small radio and a turtle as i looked at the turtle its shell appeared wet and i caught the smell of gas and for some primal reason i set it on fire but after immidetly hearing its bloodcurdling scream in one breath i put it out, the the turtle was fine but i saw some embers around the pit so i found water and put it out and the turtle came closer, now with no torch i easily found my way back to my patio even in the darkness i went inside and my sister was there and i heard someone in the shower i asked her who it was and she said the name yoko, some woman based off of a horror film...can you interpret
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ANSWER:
its best to try to interpret your own dreams given u know whats current goin on in your life...you know your history and what certain things symbolize to u
http://www.dreammoods.com has a dream dictionary u might like
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QUESTION:
How could you make this paragraph better?
After a short while, the tents were set up and nailed down into the wet grass. Sean set up an array of torches around the perimeter of the island in order to ward off any animal that might come near. Max decided to dig a small fire pit for a campfire. He set the wood up like a small teepee, so the flames would be tall enough to cook over. He grabbed the flint out of his backpack and hit it sharply with his sword, creating a spark. Within seconds the tinder had caught fire. Then Max, Sean and Jess rolled a large log in front of the campfire for a seat. Max took a stick and shoved a piece of cracius meat on it.
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ANSWER:
Shortly, the Tents were erected and staked in the wet grass. Sean delimited the perimeter of the island with an array of torches, to ward off animals. Max dug a fire pit, for the campfire, setting the logs like a tee-pee to facilitate cooking. Grabbing flint from his knapsack, a bright fire was started with just a few strikes of the flint with his sword. Our three intrepid heroes then enjoyed the fruits of their efforts, enjoying cracicus meat, sitting comfortably on a fashioned seat, made of log.
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QUESTION:
Opinions on my prologue?
They wrote a book about my Father once. I could never exactly understand why but I was four years old and he was my Father, a hero that I now regret, only realizing until later in my life who he really turned out to be. At the time, he really was a caring man who rarely raised his voice, he was very tall but that never made me feel vulnerable because he had a warming smile that lit up his entire face.
Even though it’s thirteen years later, the scene still haunts me. To come to think of it, it never did then but I was a child with my head in the clouds and so proud that Father was on the news that I told my mates at kindergarten. But then their own Mother and Father forbade them to be my friend. It hurts to think of how neglected I was back then.
It all started with the arguing at seven in the morning on a very cold day in winter, a couple of months after I turned four. I was in the lounge room, spread out on the couch, wrapped in my baby blue blanket and watching early morning cartoons. But I got distracted, almost mesmerised by the smoke that I could see on the other side of the window which led to the back garden, it had a small playground and a sandpit too, just for me.
I climbed onto the sofa that’s placed under the windows and peeked out the closed window, not removing the white mesh curtain. Father was standing beside the playground, over a fire that he had built all by himself and he was positioned next to a man that I had never met before, and never will.
The smoke blurred my vision but they looked happy from what I could see, his arm was wrapped around the man’s waist, for support, I guessed. But then the man screamed, protested, nearly on the verge of pleading but he didn’t have enough time to get that far. My mouth opened in an ‘O’ shape and I had let my arms fall to my sides.
Father turned around and my breath was exhaling in rigid gasps. My heart pounded and I was no longer fascinated by the smoke, all my attention laid on this man screaming out in pain in the middle of the fire pit.
I gasped as I quickly pealed myself away from the windowsill, hearing the back door close and lock while I sat back down. I wrapped myself in the blanket for comfort as Father appeared at the door, closing it behind him. His face no longer held that warming smile, rage replaced that and his eyes were bloodshot from the smoke and he smelled of it too, but there was also another yucky smell that I could not quite distinguish on top of it.
I winced when he came and sat next to me, Mother was out and I had nowhere to run. All the doors were locked and I was too short to reach the door handles anyway. Father had something in his hand and it shined in the morning sun light.
I watched with curiosity and concern that turned terror as he brought the object closer. The thing that Father was holding in his hand had a black handle which he had a firm grip on. As it came closer to my stomach, I could finally define the sharp edge and distinguish the serrations along it, which made me finally realize that it was a tool that Mother had occasionally told me was not for playing with. So why was Father playing with it?
I never could understand why Father left us, and I still looked up to him. He must have been very important because he was on the news all the time. And even though he caused me that pain that made me feel light headed and all I could see was black and I couldn’t notice anything around me, and I woke up in hospital with a big gash in my body, I still looked up to him.
But that was thirteen years ago and I understand now, and things have changed.
I wrote it last year sometime for a novel that I am no longer writing, but I've decided to add it to a different novel of mine. I've edited it to make sure it fits in with the story.
Thoughts on it please (:
Haha yeah, I just went through and changed heaps of stuff now xD
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ANSWER:
I like the opening line, but from there until you get to the part where he describes what he saw you kind of lose me. I would suggest moving into the middle of the action and omitting the scene where he talks about the kids on the playground ignoring him; it slows things down a little bit.
What you did really well on was making sure that it read from the perspective of a young child. I really like that he didn't quite understand what the knife was, only that it was something he wasn't supposed to play with. It lends a little naivety to the narrator and makes the reader a bit uneasy with the scene.
Quick note: change "pealed" to "peeled". Apart from that there are some structural errors, some sentences that could be broken up or wiggled around to make it read better, but I think that is something you can catch on your own.
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QUESTION:
The Poets By The Sea--Part I and Part II?
I was clinging to some driftwood
Feeling lost and without hope
Love had tossed me overboard
But did not throw a rope.
I felt a lot like flotsam
As I washed up on a beach
The wreckage from my past
Was laying close, but out of reach.
It seems I’d found an island
I saw huts among the trees
I heard the clack of Underwoods
I struggled to my knees.
I staggered past a bathtub
And stumbled towards a shack
The smell of salt and sweet perfumes...
And then it all went black.
I woke up in a circle
How close-knit, I didn’t know
But the faces peering down at me
Sure had a healthy glow.
The clacking had abated
Replaced by far-off birds
And gentle quiet murmuring
From the group is what I heard.
I was laying on a mattress
In a room of teak and rose
And the smell of scented candles
started tickling my nose.
The next part’s kinda fuzzy
‘Cause I faded in and out
But late that night, round 3 A.M.
I woke...and I cried out..
An angel put her hand on me
Imploring me to rest
She said her name was BG
And “Would I be her guest?”
My head came off the pillow
I said “BG? That’s a corker!
Are you gal who writes those poems
I see in The New Yorker?”
A tiny grin was all I got
By way of a reply
She put a finger to my lips
And I began to cry.
She said, “You’re finally home now.
You’ll love it here, you’ll see
In time you’ll get to know us all
‘The Poets By The Sea’”.
..............Part II...................
Two days I rested on that cot
Beege tending to my needs
She gave me milk from coconut
(and other kindly deeds).
That night I heard a ruckus
From just outside the hut
The sound of laughter filled my ears...
I went to see what’s what.
A wondrous sight was waiting
I cleared my eyes of grit
Many people gathered ‘round
a blazing fire pit.
There was music and some dancing
And the sparks were flying high
A girl strumming a guitar
Looked up and caught my eye.
The group fell strangely silent
As the music ceased to play
And heads began to swivel
Towards this lonely castaway.
I must’ve looked quite silly
As I stood there on the sand
I know I felt quite sheepish
Being naked, understand.
BG took in shocked faces
As she rushed to hide my shame
She threw me an old bathrobe
As she chuckled out my name.
“Cheesy, oh my goodness!
My darlin’ what’cha thinkin’?
Your pants were hangin’ on a hook!”
She said, while she was winkin’.
She led me to the fire
And turned to face the group
Started making introductions
Putting Cheesy in the loop.
“Cheesy , here’s a few folks
I’d like for you to meet
We’ll start right here upon your left
The girl with hair like wheat.”
“She writes like she is ten feet tall
And Texas is her Heaven
But when she’s on her ol’ back porch
She’s known as 5 feet 7.”
“And next to her is Ashley
She looks like royalty
When she’s not longing for her prince
She’s longing for some tea”
“And this ol’ lech is Derrick
He’s smarter ‘an a whip
But when the girls have bath-time
He’s quivering his lip”
“And now we come to CAZ
Her friends will call her Carole
If you tell her that her butt is cute
You’ll have her o’er a barrel.”
“And this young man is JC
If you mess up, he’ll unload
Behind his hut he built himself
A solid-gold commode.”
“And here’s the one named Cassie
I take pleasure in ‘troducing
Her poems have got a quiet knack
For teary eyes producing.”
“And this young lass is Damsy Blues
Quick with wit and pen
If you wish to hear of heartache
You should read her now and then.”
“And here we have a beauty
Please don’t mind her ripped-shirt
A keener mind you’ll never find
Astoria stream of scripture.”
“And this ol’ bird is mother
But we call her ‘Ma’ instead
She holds us all together
While examining your head.”
“And over by that palm tree
Hunkered down and looking nuts
Is a mind that is unsuited
To a life of kissing butts.”
“We call him DaveBukHenry
(if that really is his name)
And he keeps the whole damn lot of us
From going quite insane.”
“But this is just a smattering
It’s just a few, my friend
There’s many more you’ll get to know
If you hold up your own end.”
And there you have it, readers
A tale to you, from me
I’m very happy now among
The Poets By The Sea.
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ANSWER:
Cheesy took his fishing net
And tossed it high and free
And caught a school of Poets
Who gather near The Sea
He thinks we captured him
But the opposite is true
Cheesy posted poetry
That caught both me and you!
You little rascal! That was an adorable edition to 'Poets by the Sea'! I LOVED IT! Thank you, Cheesy -- so happy for you, so happy for us!
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QUESTION:
Japanese Lilac No Leaves?
A Japanese Lilac that is 6 feet tall that we planted last year is still alive (the branches are not dry and brittle) but has no leaves. I live in central Minnesota with heavy clay soil. The tree did alright last year, no blooms, but had leaves. We water the tree regularily and I have used 1 tree and shrub fertilizer stake for it. It is in a open area with all day sun and air. It's about 30 feet from our road that does not get salted in the winder. Nothing seems to help. Be for I pull the tree out of the ground and into the fire pit...is there any thing I might try to give this thing some life back? Thank you!
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QUESTION:
Is this a good story so far? if so what would be a good name?
I was running. Running from what? i didnt know, my legs were speeding, and i felt like my brain had got lost behind. I looked behind me and all i saw was darkness. In front of me was a small shack. I ran and hid behind the splintered door. I looked through the slim cracks in the door but saw no sign of anyone around. I slowly crept back outside. My heart beat came back to normal. As i walked outside it was dark. the moon was reflecting off the small pond. the grass as damp and in the distance i saw a figure. My eyes strained to see it better. I stopped in my footsteps and the figure came closer. I took a step back, and slowly the figure started to take form. It was a tall , slender body, the hair was dark and looked soft, his eyes glowed like fire in pit. My throat was dry and couldnt speak. He came closer his face was soft and had no Emotion. I backed away more swiftly and suddenly he spoke. His voice cracked, it was deep as though he had just hit his puberty level. His words sent chills down my spine. " young lady" he said " i'm going to have to take you away" he gestured forward. My hands got sweaty and i looked back behind me. when i looked back the man was still there. I went to speak and i herd a chime. My mind was racing i couldn't think straight. I closed my eyes and as soon a i opened them I was in a class room. Geometry class! Mr. Cullen was starring at me. His eyes starring through mine, "Miss Haynes" he said in his deep voice. The whole class was dismissed from the bell and i was the only one still in my desk " You may leave now, he had a stern look and i couldnt hold his eyes to mine, i looked away fast and he said " Haynes" i looked up i was almost afraid of what he was about to say " Go home, get some rest and i f you day dream or fall asleep in my class again your goin to the office" as i walked out of the class i couldn't get my mind off of what i had just day dreamed it seemed so real..yet so fake
i know i didnt capitalize all my words 
sorry
hope u liked it
let me know wat u think
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ANSWER:
i really like it a lot... maybe broaden your vocabulary a bit?
btw forgot to help you on the tittle from what i read i think maybe running? or asleep?
help me with mine?
http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=Ai83BRvBthyyVd8hpDbSekGf5HNG;_ylv=3?qid=20090911170947AAgw5Vw
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QUESTION:
Constructive criticism on story I'm writing?
Tell me where there's room for improvement.
(first line from Percy Jackson book, part of 30 day challenge)
(if supposed to be italicized it will be surrounded by stars. E.g. He *needed* to clean his room)
I asked Argus to take me down to cabin three, so I could pack my bags for home. I was away for so long, I could barely stand it anymore. Maybe I should explain, I've been away at camp with my two best friends, Argus and Lindsay. My brother wanted me to come here, to Camp Clove, to get away from everything; from all the drama and excitement of the city. Camp Clove is a small, old fashion camp in the mountains that's easily forgotten, and away from the city. But I really missed it, you know, the hustle and bustle of the city. As overwhelming as it was, I could still call it home.
"Paige?", I heard Argus say. I realized he and Lindsay have been talking , while I have been daydreaming. Surprise, surprise. "Huh, yeah?" I answered.
"I said, can't you wait to go home?"
"Oh", I replied. "Yeah I'm pumped!"
"This was still really fun though.", Lindsay chimed in. Argus and I nodded in unison. We walked past cabins one and two, Finally we got to mine and Lindsay's cabin, cabin three. We could see cabins four, Argus's cabin, and cabin five in the distance. (Argus was in a different cabin because the counselors *insisted* that the cabins be separated by gender.) Argus was already packed, so only Lindsay and I needed to pack. We silently packed our bags and said our quick goodbyes to our bunk mates. As we walked out of the cabin I was so excited. *I'm finally going home*, I thought to myself.
Oh, how wrong I was. I didn't yet know the horrible secrets that came with the quaint little camp called Camp Clove.
We were walking, past the mess hall, past the counselor's cabins, past the fire pits, past the lake, ready to get back to our normal lives. We got to the path that lead to the bus stop, with our bags all packed, when a chill ran down my spine. I stopped dead in my tracks.
"What's wrong?", asked Argus with a sad smile. "Nothing.", I replied. "Just a chill."
"Regretting your choice of leaving?" , Argus said with a smirk, only half joking. "Of course not.", I replied, only half sure. When all of this was happening, Lindsay was standing there listening, looking eager to get going. Mine and Lindsay's relationship has been awkward since we admitted to each other that we both have a bit of a crush on Argus. Even though he's pale, skinny, and quite awkward, he is gorgeous. He's tall, he has jet black hair, green eyes, and a smile that could make anyone happy by just seeing it. "Paige, are you alright?", I heard Argus say sounding concerned. Darn it, daydreaming again. "Yeah, of course.", I said. "Just a bit nervous is all." He smiled his gorgeous smile and we continued walking, with Lindsay trailing behind.
We finally got to the bus stop. I felt another chill, but I ignored it this time. Argus and Lindsay both stopped this time. It suddenly got really cold. They looked scared but, I guess, so did I. I turned towards my friends. "W-what's wrong?", I asked them, trying to sound brave. There was no answer for what felt like a few minutes. "Look around.", Lindsay said in a small voice. I looked around and saw nothing. Literally nothing. It was like time was stopped and we were the only ones able to move. Everyone and everything was stopped, the whole world was gray. I turned back to my friends. Lindsay was crying whining about how she wants to go home, and Argus just looked, I don't know, grim which is very unusual for him. We all just looked at each other for what seemed like hours but it couldn't have been more than a few minutes. "What's going on?", Argus asked. "What's happening?"
I began to reply, saying how I didn't know, but my back started burning, my eyes started watering, I couldn't breath. Lindsay screamed. Argus's eyes widened. I turned around and saw something horrible.
Horrible. That's the only way I could describe what saw. A wall of fire. A dark figure. Then nothing.
I awoke laying down in a dark room. Where was I? I didn't know. How did I get there? I couldn't even guess. All I knew was it was dark. There was nothing around me. Nothing. No one. The only thing I could see was a small light coming from what appeared to be a crack in the wall. I tried to crawl over to it. I couldn't get up. I tried to scream. No noise came out. *Nothing*. That word popped into my head again. Oh, how I hated that word. I closed my eyes to get away from all of of that nothingness. *The definition of nothing*, I thought to myself, *is the absence of all things, absence of existence, emptiness. Since it's just me and nothing, I
Since it's just me and nothing, I'm alone...
A-L-O-N-E.* I dreaded that word almost as much as nothing. I began to cry. Something I haven't done in a long time. (sorry it got cut off)
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QUESTION:
Ya Allah. This dream I had...?
Okay, so I’ve had questionable dreams for a while, but I just woke up from one right now and I’m a little scared. This is serious, so I’d appreciate it if I got serious answers. Alright, so, my dream starts with a majalis that was in my living room, and it’s ending/ended; people are going home or have gone home. I’m helping clean up stuff when a pit of fire (in the dream, I called it a hell spot because the ground was crumbling into this fiery pit and going to hell) so the hell spot breaks next to a sofa and I see like a hologram thing of a race car driver; this tall blond man with a straight nose and longish hair, and he’s screaming to his mother, who’s crying because he’s falling into the pit. He falls, and I’m not sure who opened the TV, but the TV is flicked on and it’s the news saying that this race car driver crashed and died. I remember saying “Ya Allah” and all these pits start opening around my living room. There’s no standing space, so I sit on a couch with my sister, who’s curious about them and I whack her when she wants to touch one. MY family and his lady from my mosque are sitting on my dining table eating desert and they can see the pits but they don’t care. The lady makes a crack, like usual, but we tell her to shut it because it’s not funny. The next “day” in my dream, I’m taking the bus to school, and we’re a few stops away from a major bus stop, Lawrence Ave. Even from about 2 km away, I see the hell spot glowing and I’m thinking I should warn the driver, because no one else can see them. The driver reaches the stop before Lawrence and he switches lanes just as I’m about to get up. He looks at me through the mirror on the bus and we have an understanding. The people on the bus are like “What the fuck?” and the honking cars that switch lanes fall into the pit. After Lawrence, somehow, I’m on this old stone path with this guy who sued to go to elementary/middle school with. It’s nothing romantic AT ALL (and thank god for that, too) but anyway, he’s telling me about a job he got because I’m looking for one and then I remember thinking about the hell spots and saying “We’re saved again, but are we ready for next time?” and then some random unrelated stuff happens, but yea. That was really kind of chilling. Any ideas?
Oh, the hell spots were a lot like this, only they were...fire.
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ANSWER:
Allah loves you
Do not worry be happy
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QUESTION:
what are the signs that you see most often?
just answer the question
YOU DON'T HAVE TO READ. just my experience:
its crazy. where I live, everyone in my town is either a damn leo or scorpio! lol
In my french class I used to sit in a pit of fire..like literally. A leo right next to me, another one in front, another kitty cornered in the back of me.
and then on my bus, after the junior high kids get off I'm left with like 8 leos. haha! don't worry, I love you guys though. :] they know how to have fun and when they're just kicked back they're absolute sweethearts.
for the scorpios. the hallways are flooded with the poison. 
every morning I see 3 guys who are buddies and they're all scorpios. they're nice and tall and they just stand out. hehe all my enemies have been scorpios except like 2 and some the closest people to me are scorpios too.
you know, i'm just trying to put some fun into what i'm saying.
jeez take the stick out of your ass.
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QUESTION:
Please judge my poems? Tell me what you think?
My Plea:
Take me do the hidden valley,
Where no one lives
Take me some place remote,
Where no one will find me
Help me hide, please be by my side,
I loved you then
Your turn to love me now
If you care, you'll be there, somehow
I need to get away,
Please sometime today!
If you love, you'll take care
But be aware, this is the dare
It's dangerous, you see
But it's the only choice for me
You have it all for you,
And so much to do!
Our love is what makes you give up it all
I'm the reason that made you fall
It's my biggest regret
But it's only my virtue that won't let me forget
-Rainie B.
You only have to choose one to critic, I don't expect you to read them all but if you want, I would love for your judgement and opinions!
Conflicted:
Shut up, don't talk about me that way
I'm not going to feel worthless against your hold
I wish I could make you pay
But that wouldn't be right, so I was told
You hurt me, you did
I can't go to sleep at night
And I don't see how you do, your like a kid
No guilt, No conscience
I'm tired of this fight
I'm conflicted, I am. I shouldn't feel this way.
After you betrayed me, and slit my heart
You still take my breath away
I just can't stand for us to be apart
After all you did, after all my suffering
I can't help but love you still
I'm your offering,
And that's how I know what I feel, is real
The pain, will heal
The bruises, will fade
But our ever so twisted love is forever...♥
Burn:
The house, standing still
Rested above me on a tall hill
I caused the fire, I admit
I wanted them all to die in a flaming pit
Where angry eyes have the right to spit
It's heat, I felt hard on my pale skin
Hopefull I would never do it agaibn
But I make no promises, after my terrible sin
The last one came to me in a dream
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ANSWER:
Your Poems are amazing! They have great feelings that are clearly present through each one, that go well with the rythm to make the words flow. I hope to read more of them some day, whether it be by more posts (questions), or someday in your own published collection, which I believe is extremely possible in this case. The only thing I would suggest is checking over your writings/spellings, I noticed a few mistakes and sometimes it throws people off from your great work. Keep Writing!
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QUESTION:
I've had a recurring dream element, but i don't know what it means?
First, background.
When i was about 14 or so i had a dream of entering a large greek revival house that lead to a wardrobe which was a hidden entrance to a place that i can only describe as hell. There were people being tortured, thrown into pits of fire, the whole thing. I then made my way to an exit which lead into another part of the house. When i came out there was this woman waiting for me. She was, by any measure, beautiful. She was tall, brunette, with olive-pale skin and intense green eyes. She came up to me and we proceeded to have sex. When we did she was on top and being inside her burned, as her body felt impossibly hot. I then woke up terrified.
As i have grown older i have had several dreams with a brunnette female, light-olive tone skin, and the same intense green eyes. Some times she is nude, some times she is clothed, but it's always a different woman. Younger, older, different features but it's always the same eyes, those never change.
Last night i had a dream with a similar girl, this time perhaps early twenties. She was wearing normal clothes and at first i didn't pay too much attention. But what has changed is i am with my girlfriend now for 5 years, we live together. In my dream this girl was behind my girlfriend and, for the first time, staring at me with malicious intent. Again, it was the same eyes.
So i ask, what does this recurring person mean? Yes her body is always different, but the eyes remain the same. Why? What do the eyes symbolize?
It reminds me of the tool song (a band i didn't know when the first few dreams happened) Third Eye, "I do not recognize the vessel, but the eyes seem so familiar."
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ANSWER:
omg, omg!!! dude try to control ur dreams wtf, ur not a kid to let ur dream control you!!!!
ur grown up, u shood control the dream not the dream!!! wtf xD
and btw some dreams are rubbish hehe, so just buy me mcdonalds for this hehe
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QUESTION:
Very much confused but very intrigued?
Okay, so hopefully someone here can help me out a bit. I'm definitely straight, and have always been attracted men - its just the way I roll. However, I'm going to school to be a pastry chef and there is this girl in my baking class... well, I'm sure you all know where I'm going with this now. Anyways, I know for a fact she's a lesbian and I think she might have a girlfriend already... but I think I'm seriously attracted to her. I really don't know... but the way I feel about her is the same way I've felt about the guys in my life. Its a little weird and a little scary for me, but I really think I like her. In our last class together, she was across the table from me, and I kinda was able to talk to her and I was being a little flirty but not much. But she has this insane smile and I couldn't help it. I have seen her look at me a few times, but there are so many other gorgeous girls in my class that she probably would find a lot more attractive and I'm sure she looks at them too...and her girlfriend is probably beautiful... I'm so confused!!
Also, at one point, the teacher was doing a demo on one of the benches, and everyone was trying to crowd around... well, I felt someone right behind me slightly leaning over me, and it was her. Now, I know she probably, most definitely was just trying to see what the instructor was doing, but I had this insane desire for her to press up against me!! Seriously, that is not me at all... and I know that's not me b/c of several reasons: 1) I'm a Christian and this goes against everything I believe in and everyone in my family and all my friends would probably disown me and never speak to me again; 2) I've never even been kissed yet, mainly because I made a promise when I was 13 to save my first kiss and my body (i.e. sex) for my husband on our wedding night, and I'm 22 now; 3) I'm not a thin kinda girl... I'm a bit more of a curvy, tall, voluptuous kinda girl. So I'm sure she probably wouldn't go for me...
But I just can't get her out of mind, my whole body feels like its shaking, quivering, and on fire, and the feeling I get in the pit of my stomach is insane...
Does anyone have any advice on what I should do? And if she has a girlfriend, she probably won't even like me... but I can't help thinking about kissing her. Does anyone have tips on how to get her to notice me and maybe even think of me the way I think of her?? Please help me anyway that you can!!! Thanks!
morphias... I promise I don't have a bad attitude about the situation, but I've never been in this place before and honestly, I like her quite a lot... so, I'm hoping for advice on how to get her to notice me. Especially if she might be dating someone else... how can I make her notice me over her girlfriend??
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ANSWER:
Wow i can so relate to this in many things my whole family is christian, im 20 and still a virgin i made a promise too and i liked this girl that had a boyfriend and she had these beautiful eyes and great smile to be honest she is the girl of my dreams still, so i didnt kno if she liked girls even less that she could like me come on she was pefect sweet outgoing great body beautiful voice and she was a flirt so one day i had the guts to talk to her on myspace not in person lol and then some how she gave me her number and to make the story short she is bi and she likes me.. so i say find a way u can talk to her more u have an advantage u already kno she likes girls so be nice to her give her complements and let her kno how u feel, i think we girls have more feelings than guys no offense and we tend to go more for the personality than looks so if u look ok then dont worry about it. The only thing u dont wanna do is not do anything cuz believe me u will always remember that time unless u kno whether she likes u or not in that case move on there are plenty of girls u could feel what u feel for this chick, but see it this way if she doesnt like u then u dont have to worry about sinning and lying to ur family and all that crap.. also i advice that maybe u should kiss the person u like really its no big deal plus u cant be with someone and not do anything physical a kiss can say a lot and also mean a lot its no sin to kiss before marrige well i hope i helped u out some what.
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QUESTION:
I'm suddenly very hungyr all the time? Whats happening?
I'm about to turn 16 next monday. I'm a Girl btw. For the past week i have been non-stop hungry. It use to be i was never hungry-especially for dinner unless it was something i liked. I never really "needed to eat". But i couple times i skiped a "bed-time snack" and ended up waking up around 6 am fighting the strongest pains of hunger i have ever endured. Oddly, they appear in the heart at first not a gurgling of stomach growls but a sharp, agonizing, "feed-me-now" hungry that radiated from my heart and in the pit of my stomach like a warm ball of fire. It was so powerful i feel weak to walk, having to eat soon as i feel its hunger. I thought it maybe related to my period that should be coming-but with me its so irregular i dont count on it. But its not the same sickening and nausous and burning feeling in my stomach so it can't be my oncoming period. Last time i had a "big" gross spurt was ten. I went from like 5ft to 5'4. My grama says its a growth spurt. i'm alread 5'7 and welcome hieght-i love being tall! i'm around 120 lbs and usually only gain 1 or 2 lbs it seems a yr. (i dont measure myself alot) its always aroud 120. I use to be in the 80 lbs in elementry and early middle. I made it to 98 and gained to 110 ish now im 120. But that was a while back. I'm skinny (some say too much) but high metabolism and i eat healthy so (sticks togue out). IDK why. Is it a growth spurt? or what?
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QUESTION:
Poetry: Which one of these is the best in your opinion?
The Fire-
I woke up in a cold sweat.
Something was wrong, there was a threat.
I started to cough violently and I smelled smoke.
Could this be a dream?Because it felt like a joke.
Never, had I been so frightened in my life.
I got out of bed and found a sharp knife.
Creeping out of my room I saw flames.
This was no dream, this was no game.
The fire was downstairs, but so was my phone.
As I was thinking, the fire had grown.
It was spitting and churning,
My skin was burning.
I sprinted through a fire free zone,
Only to trip and fall, I think I broke a bone.
I dialed 911, looking for an escape.
No answer, it was a prerecorded message on a tape.
I tried again, while coughing and wheezing.
The door was close, it was so tempting so teasing.
All exits were blocked, the operator picked up.
I asked if she could save me she answered "Yup".
Sirens roared in the distance, could I survive?
As I started to lose conscious, they arrived.
Burns covered me, but I was still there.
I had survived the fire, I now had fresh air.
I inhaled as much as I could.
The feeling was indescribable.It was just so good.
I had a few broken bones and many burns.
My family was at the ER, eyes full of concern.
The next day I woke up. I had survived.
A Tightrope Called Life-
I'm walking on a tightrope,
a never ending tightrope.
The tightrope is called life.
It's not easy walking on it:
some spots are jagged and thin
and bend low when I walk.
This tightrope changes color
depending on my mood.
Red for mad, blue for sad,
yellow for happy, and green for envy.
Sometimes its a rainbow of colors.
I take baby steps on this tightrope:
afraid I will fall.
I need not worry though.
There's a net below.
The net is made of the finest material:
friends and family and more.
The net holds out its many arms
ready to catch if I shall fall.
I've never fallen
but have sunk low.
The net pushes me up.
I feel light as a pillow.
I'm walking on this tightrope
with never-ending glee.
I feel free.
The Yellow Wheelbarrow-
The yellow wheelbarrow sits next to me, so silent.
It sits quietly.
Dirt speckles the insides.
It is not tall, but it is wide.
It is a simple machine.
I take good care of it, the condition of it is pristine.
I would be lost without
My yellow wheelbarrow.
For it shows me things
In a clearer perspective.
It strips down the complexity of objects
In our world today.
My yellow wheelbarrow is there for me.
When I'm by it I feel free.
It is so calm and relaxing to not worry if I am offending it,
I don't have to worry if it will storm out or throw a fit.
For it is a wheelbarrow. Perhaps wheelbarrows are the real superior race.
Most say us humans are so great, but honestly aren't we quite a disgrace?
Have you ever seen a yellow wheelbarrow start war?
I bet some haven't ever seen a wheelbarrow in real life before.
Take a tip from the yellow wheelbarrow,
And simplify things.
In The Clouds-
Up here all the barriers between people break.
Down there we attack each other, like snakes.
Around this area war is a waste of energy, time, money, and it ruins our earth.
Around there a few million deaths doesn't matter, there's always more births.
In this world there is no genocide or mass killings.
In that world wiping out races and animals makes life more thrilling.
In the sky, up in the clouds, we find compassion.Even in large crowds of diverse people.
But down there it's different.
Up here in the sky it is a dream. Maybe someday, things will change.
Wonder-
Wonder is like lightning;
frightening, yet beautiful.
It is a jack in the box,
always able to surprise.
It brings imagination to our world.
It shows who we are on the inside.
It is a hard test:
making you think and ask questions.
Like a tree,
Wonder is essential.
Race Car-
The starting gun fires,
And the cars start to go.
I'm at the pit stop, ready to change a tire
In case it blows.
I start to get nervous, my hands start to sweat.
The driver takes a sharp turn..
He makes it safely! The other crews are upset.
A car starts to go off track, this is a concern.
It's not our team's driver, but it is scary.
We're afraid he will crash.
The car turns, he avoided a collision. Barely.
While this happens a different car goes SMASH!
This is how race car driving is.
Our driver is at the pit stop.
I check the wheels, he's gone in a whiz.
The crew next to us groans, their tire goes POP!
A few laps left, our driver is in first.
Everyone is cheering and yelling.
I feel bad for the car who is doing the worst.
We might win, but I'm no good at fortune telling.
Two race cars cross the line!
Will it be a photo finish? Could it be a tie?
The red car won! That's my team, it's mine!
The driver gets the prize money, he waves. We cry.
The race is over, but the journey is not.
We will be at a diff
We will be at a different race next week.
It'll be in the same track, this same spot.
I hope we win that one, too. We'll soon be on a winning streak.
I'm in eighth grade (14) if you were wondering.
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QUESTION:
Anyone up to reading this story part?
It's not way into the plot yet, just the beginning. Really, i want to know if the characters are well described or ways i can improve?
thx in advance 
Fire roared from the middle of our circle. Logs crackled as sticks popped, heated to immensity by the glowing flames as they licked the smoky night air. A low aura of light radiated from the blaze. The heat generated calmed the barely tangible chill. Because this is Florida, and if it’s cold here, then everywhere else must be covered in ice.
Greatly entertained, I stared at the dancing inferno. You know, if you look hard enough at a fire, you can see things. I don’t mean reds and oranges and yellows and blues. No, you see figures and scenes, little movies and pictures. Right now, a phoenix flew, strong and ferocious, into the stars where it burst into hundreds of sparks that gracefully glided down to wet sand and melted away to darkness.
After the spectacle ended, I glanced around at the others who watched the flames. Six driftwood benches arranged in a hexagon around the pit, each sitting one of us. On the log to the right of me, hunched over and mercilessly studying the flicker, sat Justin.
The light from the fire created awful shadows that did a number on his facial features. They blackened and hollowed-out his stormy-grey eyes, pulled his lips tight over his teeth, sharpened his nose and cheekbones, sucked in his cheeks until black holes replaced them; all intensifying the skull-like appearance of his bone structure. Darkness shaded his muscles, adding intense definition to his already intimidating physic. The ruffle of blonde-red hair glowed white. His trademark ‘I’m going to kill you’ scowl still twisted his jaw. Waves of utter hate rolled off him. No monster could compare to the five-eleven fifteen-year-old.
Even though I know Justin, he scares me sometimes. He’s a pent-up ball of rage just waiting to blow up. And when he does explode, you do not want to be anywhere near him. I’ve seen him once when his fury got the best of him. Nearly killed the poor sucker who tried to jack his VW.
I looked away before he could notice I was staring. He doesn’t like people staring at him like he’s a monster. But I have to say, he’s made his own bed.
Tony relaxed in the sand to my left, leaning carelessly against the whitewashed wood. He motionlessly watched the wall of flames, a light smirk on his glorious face. Every muscle in his chiseled body rested; stress had yet to invade. Unlike Justin, shadows heightened his attractive aspects; the smoothness of his face, the vivacity of his big, forest green eyes, the elegance of his disheveled, almond brown hair. At fifteen, he was any girl’s dream, even mine, unfortunately, and he knew it.
Which brings me to his flaw, also known as his ego. It was that size of Texas with the same cockiness. He knew he was gorgeous and used every trick up his sleeve to get what he wanted from you, whether it be money or other favors. When he wasn’t using you for selfish gain, he acted like an ass. He lacks empathy and a conscience, and the little voice that says ‘It’s time to shut up now.’ If you every see him and he’s not talking, buy a lotto ticket.
Tearing my attention from Tony, I rolled my eyes and moved onto the next boy, Jeremy, who sat cross-legged on a broad trunk. His feet busily pushing white into a castle, he stared at the base of the fire. Ticking fingers pried at the chipping bark and flicked the debris into the crosshairs. A toothy grin stretched wide when the pieces popped into little fires.
The dark child with the darkest brown eyes was only seventeen. Everyone looked at him and thought, ‘Hey, this kid can play basketball!’ Well, he can’t. Just because he’s freakishly tall at six-ten and African-American doesn’t mean he’s instantly a NBA All-Star. That’s profiling. And profiling is wrong.
However, Jeremy can run. And, man, is he fast; faster then lightning, I tell ya. You wouldn’t really be able to tell just looking at him on a typical day because of the clothes he wears; loose shirts and baggy pants with his prized Jordan’s. For a kid who can’t dunk to save his life, he loves those black and red basketball shoes. But, when he gets out on the track, there’s nothing that can stop him from setting the tartan on fire.
He has a weird tick, though. His fingers are always moving, even when he sleeps. One time, we tried to stop them from twitching by taping his fingers together. Bad things happened. I really miss that pretty little vase that sat on the table by the front door.
An inaudible giggle escaped my lips as they twisted into a smile from the memory. From Jeremy, my eyes flicked to the tall figured masked by the flames in front of me. However, the glint of silver piercings sparked through the red, indicating the next man’s face. Of course, this had to be Zeke, the oldest of us at nineteen. And being over eighteen meant no parental consent to piercings and tatto
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ANSWER:
Wow!!! I LOVED it!! Thought it was amazing! You actually managed to keep my attention even though there wasn't really any action. *thumbs up*
Great writing, very entertaining! Keep up the good work!
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QUESTION:
What do you think of this book?
Hiya
This is the begining page of a book i wrote about three years ago when i was 16 i need people to tell me what they think of it. It's a historical fantasy set in the Norselands about a little village called Loral under attack by a strange race of creatures. I know the grammar and spelling is bad i haven't fixed that yet but i wanted people to tell me whether they think it's worth me continuing with. I wrote the whole book it just needs editing. sO WHAT DO YOU THINK?
Darkness fell across the land like a hawk upon it’s prey, and the sinking sun splashed blood across the clouds. Shadows lengthened as light fled the land, and night closed in around them. The crimson sun glowed down on the sprawling mud walled village like an unblinking malevolent eye, a reminder, if one was needed, that the Gods saw everything even on the darkest of nights.
All through the little village lights burned fitfully against the coming of the dark, doors were barricaded, silence reigned. Day was gone, night had come, but for this village the darkness was just beginning.
She watched as the funeral fire burned, sending a thick smoke up into the cold night air, like a mist. As she watched that plume of smoke rise up towards the stars she felt despair clamp down on her, a sickness in the pit of her stomach.
For a single moment she felt the sun’s warm rays on her face, then that warmth was gone and a fierce cold wind touched her bare skin. She turned her head towards the hills below, down toward the tree line, and there, like ghosts she saw them, weaving through the trees, dark figures, casting dark shadows. They were out there even now, they were always out there, watching, waiting. Those creatures that came in the night, hidden in the mist, attacked, killed and disappeared. Though they terrified her beyond belief, they fascinated her, the mystery of them intrigued her. What where they? Where had they come from? What did they wont?
Lydia shivered against the cold night and took a step closer to the fire, watched embers fly up into the night.
The 13th warrior, sent to protect them had only arrived a few days ago now he was dead and this was his funeral. She did not understand why they burnt his body, and put the others soldiers in pits, she hated that. There where times when the wind blew off the north wall that she thought she could smell their rotting corpses, smell their blood. Rethel said if she thought like that, she would go crazy in the end. Rethel a true Norseman, riddled with superstition, tall and wide with a long silver beard a gruff voice and an axe in his hand, even know as he stood honouring the bravery of the 13th warrior he held his axe, always ready for battle. As she moved closer she heard him muttering a chant under his breath.
“You have to embrace these silent moments,”
Armon’s voice shifted through her thoughts, and though Lydia had not even heard his silent approach from behind her, she sent him the hint of a musing smile.
“What is he doing?”
“ Rethel is calling for Odin to send down his valkyries to collect the warriors spirit.”
A wistful expression played over her features. “Odin? King of the Norse Gods,”
“He will be taken to Valhalla,” Armon replied, “A place of Paradise where the brave may live forever. Only the greatest go there.”
So many people made a big effort to reply so thank you so much. You all helped my lack of confidence in my work as well as giving me lots of good information. I will definitely continue as to who gave the best answer i really can't say.
Thanks everyone
xxx
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ANSWER:
Please Note: This is a critique, not an insult or a flame. Please don't take anything I say here personally. It's meant to help you, not discourage you.
1. Your first paragraph can be cut down to one sentence. We don't need you to describe the sun set three times, it's gets old half way through the second simile.
2 Similes are fun, but they should be used sparingly. They are great for describing things, but using them too much can make the writing feel melodramatic and purple prosy.
3. You get overly descriptive in your writing and it can be distracting from the story. Example:
"Armon’s voice shifted through her thoughts, and though Lydia had not even heard his silent approach from behind her, she sent him the hint of a musing smile."
>a) Armon's voice didn't shift through her thoughts, she heard him.
>b) If you describe his approach as silent, we know she didn't hear him. You don't need to tell us that. It's redundant.
>c) How do you send the hint of a musing smile, and what does it have to do with not hearing someone approach?
Another example:
'“ Rethel is calling for Odin to send down his valkyries to collect the warriors spirit.”
A wistful expression played over her features. “Odin? King of the Norse Gods,”
“He will be taken to Valhalla,” Armon replied, “A place of Paradise where the brave may live forever. Only the greatest go there.”'
>a) These people are Norsemen, correct? So I would assume they already know what the praying man is doing. Like wise, they also know who Odin is, and what Valhalla is. There is absolutely no reason for them to be saying this to each other. It would be like a bishop telling a priest "He's praying to Jesus christ, the song of god to take this man's soul to heave, a paradise where people live forever in peace with go. Only good Christians go there." It's very obvious that they are saying it for the readers benefit, and that rips me right out of the story. You need to think of a more subtle way to feed the readers the necessary information to understand the story.
4. I like the creatures and the idea that no one knows what they are or why they're there. It's interesting.
5. I like your setting. There aren't enough stories about viking-ish warriors and norse cultures. They have a lot of stories and folklore that deserve more attention.
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QUESTION:
Medieval Cult Allegory? Short Story suggestions?
The tall stranger bent to fit through the door of Crosshold Inn. The innkeeper eyed him with disdain; "ain't no auberge for your kind to sak, we all full!" "aye", said the stranger, as he removed his cloak; "pertell providence see to it i may benefit ye as much as ye room help me." The innkeeper took his hand off his dagger and said; "what business ye be about, if i tend ye for the gloaming?" "Jut a bit of hay to lay me down, providence will see to the day" he entreated.
The night spread across terra's arch, groping as it were for the blackness to come. A lantern flickered but failed to reveal any secret save a white rove worn by the tired traveler as he lay upon humble bed of straw.
Meanwhile- outside a hoary goat wandered about, its baying echoed portend of judgement to come. A lone fire struggled against the starlight. Somewhere beyond the sky treading hoof pounded forth... thunder rang out... voices could be heard across the land. The earth opened and hell leaked out devouring all in its path.
The walls of Crosshold shook! The innkeeper trembled and fell before a pale horse who's rider loomed upon the stricken man. Suddenly the white robed stranger stepped between the horse and stricken fellow, shouting: "Hurt not! till i have sealed..."
The horseman left and all seemed quite. The poor wretch clasped the stranger's robe like a beggar, clenched fingers, stammering: "who art ye?"
I AM he, who's friends ye have persecuted and martyred" said the stranger who stood reflecting streaming rays of light, while the sun pierced upon the day. "Lord" cried the innkeeper; "are ye come to require vengeance? i am unworthy, do as ye will!" Naye, rather i seek to seal ye soul by the blood of another" was the tender reply.
The tall Lord turned back his white robe revealing wounded side. "Wash of my blood while the ichor still founts for when ye be clean thereof, it will flow no more for ye the last to be saved." "Now suffer me for i must go." The keeper clung with pleading eye, shaggy patch shadowing the other; "Bless me first, then i release ye."
The Lord reached forth and took the patch; "i tell ye fear not, no harm befall ye, only ye eyes will see the wicked fail. But ye must remain for my friends need safekeep.." Then the Lord was gone.
The keeper went forth and shouted out; "The end be come, if ye be friends of the Lord, enter me humble inn for all else be rubble." Soon Crosshold's inn was full, for a place had been prepared for those who were the Lord's.
Outside a star fell from heaven, opening a bottomless pit. And there came out creatures with tails like a scorpion. And they caused men to faint with fear. Then an angel stood in the sun crying; "eat the flesh of mortals, ye birds, for they gather to make war against the Lord." The battle raged until the great dragon was cast into hell.
But those in Crosshold's inn remained safe.
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/undergroundchurch/
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ANSWER:
I see Jacob's wrestle, Ezekiel's visions, Jeremiah's Lament, the seals in both the old testament and new. Why do ye calleth forth the Medieavel? 
Interesting allegory!
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QUESTION:
12 year old writer. Excerpt, what do you think?
However, far away, on the rocky coast of Ireland, something quite different was going on. The Water was beating malevolently at the cliff and the rain lashing about, only a single spark of hope remaining for wandering ships—the lighthouse built precariously atop the green cliff, illuminating the waves and sharp rocks growing cruelly out of the sea floor. The near-angelic tower jetted up from the rocky cliff like a giant index finger scolding the stormy sky. Long since abandoned by all Guild Members, there remained one rather forgetful and young Bartholomew Goldheart. His name was Barnaby Nottingbow, known to the local townsfolk as the ‘Bumbling Watchman’.
But something was askew at the lighthouse today, it could be felt in the bones of the ever-gossiping ladies. There had been three strange men dressed in black cloaks arrive—the talk of the town. They had strode right through the street without so much as a friendly ‘Good Morning’ or a polite tip of their hats, and straight up to that ‘dreadful lighthouse’. And, quite unusually, the ladies’ bones were right.
The little window towards the top of the lighthouse was slightly ajar, letting a in a taste of the terrible storm raging outside. Strewn across the warm wooden floor were letters and other miscellaneous papers that were once in a neat stack upon a weathered brown desk in the corner. The Fire raged in the whistling fireplace, gradually drying some wet clothes hanging on the arm of red armchair angled beside it.
In the other corner stood the three cloaked men, surrounding a cowering middle-aged man.
“I…I tell you! I don’t know who you’re talking about!” he said with an English Accent, arranging his glasses with shaking hands. This was, evidently, Mr. Nottingbow.
The tallest cloaked man stepped forward. “You cannot fool me, half beast!” He pulled his cloak from his head.
“N-N-Nicholas Ferranti!” panicked Barnaby, brown eyes looking up in terror.
Ferranti had black bowl-cut hair and was very tall and lanky—a rather ordinary fellow, yet one feature stood out to everyone who had the deadly misfortune of getting close enough to look upon his face. His eyes were an endless pit of darkness, so consumed by hatred and evil that they were bloodshot. His pupils were slits, slits that narrowed when they were intent upon intimidating or killing an innocent person. Around his arm was a thick gray band, a terrible seal that emanated such an evil entity that Barnaby’s stone glowed brightly against his chest, becoming hot. The seal was Igor Vicosane’s, the Sakotaki. It was a printed ‘I’ with an upside-down ‘V’ beside it.
This was a Sakotaki Crest, the crest that held their evil powers and the terrible, painful curse Vicosane put upon himself in order to inhabit the earth for eternity.
“You will tell me why Benjamin Wolff adopted those four children!” Spat Ferranti, stepping closer to Barnaby.
Barnaby was no coward, though he forgot things from time to time—he did know, in fact—he knew that these children would be the downfall of the man in front of him. With a braver man’s voice, he looked up into Ferranti’s face. “I’m afraid, Ferranti, you’ll have to kill me before I tell you anything.”
Ferranti laughed. “I will give you…” he looked at his watch. “…Five minutes to tell me why. If you choose not to, I shall kill you without mercy. If you choose to tell me, I will spare your life. Which will it be, Scroll Reader?”
Barnaby looked at the ground, heart rate escalating. With eyes still directed towards the ground, he bravely stated his choice. “I choose not.”
“Then prepare yourself, Barnaby Nottingbow, for a very painful death.”
“That’s what you think.” Barnaby looked up and winked.
“What—what do you mean?”
Barnaby laughed, quickly raising his hand. He drew it swiftly across a place in the air—and at once…disappeared.
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QUESTION:
What do you think? Shall i carry on??? =)?
The harsh unforgiving wind howled and whaled as it flew across the ever moving waters, playing with it and teasing it. The great water would sometimes leap out at the wind, in an attempt to catch it, but the wind was too quick and too clever to be caught.
Far off in the distance the moon glowed brightly above everything watching and laughing at all that lay beneath it. There was something stirring tonight. Something that had everyone and everything excited.
The half lit ship sailed silently like a ghost ship along the surface of the ever heaving, ever moving ocean. Unimaginable mysteries lay beneath its traitorous murky waters. Mysteries that young Trin couldn’t wait to explore.
Everything that she had ever dreamed about was starting to come true. All of her life she had dreamt of leaving the little island of Swill but never had the chance, now it had come and she had taken it. She was on her way to doing something, to really becoming someone. This was it, her life was about to begin. All her waiting and dreaming of the day when things would change were over.
Yet in the darkness of the night, she couldn’t help but feel that she was leaving a part of her life behind her. That maybe her life had already started, but she just never knew it. She knew who she was on Swill, but out here in the vastness of the ocean she couldn’t help but feel so small and insignificant. She couldn’t change the world, no one person could do anything so great, could they?
She used to have all these wild amazing dreams that one day she would go to the city of glass and become someone, someone with power, someone with a voice that would be heard. Someone that would change the world for the better. It's amazing how one minute you can be so sure about an idea, and then the next doubt everything about it.
Trin's eyes began to slowly move up to the sky. The moon was almost directly above her, and there was not a single cloud in the sky. It was such a beautiful and calm night, but the wind was bitter and cold. It swept past Trin sending shudders and chills all through her body. She felt a smile spreading across her face as her mind turned once again to the stars in the sky. They looked like millions of tiny little candles, all glowing spreading that little bit of hope to all that gaze up at their wonder and beauty.
A buzz of chatter and music could just be heard over the sound of the waves crashing down beneath her as she stood there alone, clutching her coat tighter around her trying to keep herself warm. She knew she should go inside soon. She just kept telling herself one more minuet, just one more.
Her heart pounded strong and fast as it once did when she ran through the tall grass fields with her friends. She longed now more than ever to hear their voices again, and their laughter echoing through the summers air as they watched the sun disappearing behind the great hills of Swill. All she could hear now was the constant whispering of the ocean waves as they lapped up against the sides of the ship.
As she stood there remembering all that she had left behind he began to get this tightening feeling deep in the pit of her stomach. Had she done the right thing? Was leaving the right decision for her? Her head was full of questions that she didn’t know the answer to.
She knew in her heart that she had longed to leave the quite shores of Swill in search f something better and bigger, yet the tightening feeling remained in her gut making her question herself and her decision to leave everyone and everything that she has ever know behind in search for an adventure.
Trin tried to picture her mum and younger brother back on Swill in the old cobble stone house, with the fire crackling long into the night. Her mum never wanted her to leave Swill, but she knew it was what Trin wanted so she let her go. Part of Trin wished that she hadn’t let her go. But she knew if she hadn’t she would have blamed her mum for not letting her go.
It was strange feeling not knowing what she wanted. On Swill she was so sure that she wanted to leave and see the world, but now that she is on her way, her heart aches to see the quiet shores of Swill again.
All her friends were on Swill, all her memories were memories of Swill and the people there. Trin had never felt so scared and alone in all her life. All she could think about was what she had left behind. She tried to imagine what they would be doing now, if she hadn’t left.
Trin smiled as she thought of everyone sat around the fire in the great circle, with jurble and Jubba, watching the elders fighting over the last scraps of the beans. She pictured jurble and Jabba in her mind. Trin had never gone a single day without seeing them; it was a strange feeling knowing that she wouldn’t see them for a long long time. She remembered all the times they used to pretend to be famous explorers that travelled the world having all kinds of adventures and fun.
Somehow they alwa
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ANSWER:
If you have a story then by all means carry on. Write your story and let others read it. Over time, and with several rewrites, you'll improve it tenfold.
What you've written to know is fine but can be better, and if you want to bad enough it will be. As of now I don't see the storyline; a girl leaves home is a start, not a story.
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QUESTION:
why do people say modern music sucks? modern music is so diverse and awesome!?
free energy
passion pit
imogen heap
noah and the whale
Klaxons
Mystery Jets (very catchy)
Cut Copy
Bat for Lashes (very artsy)
Kings of Leon (their old stuff, new stuff is mainstream crap)
Yeah Yeah Yeahs (very good, listen to hysteric :])
Regina Spektor
Imogen Heap (really catchy hooks)
The Kooks
The strokes
the smiths
Death cab for cutie
Tegan and Sara
Santogold
M.i.a
Arcade Fire
The Shins
Clap your hands say yeah
MGMT
Beirut
frou Frou
Albert Hammond jr (from the strokes)
Cat Power
Feist
Bjork
Band of horses
Belle and Sebastian
Elliot Smith
Hello goodbye
Ida Maria
Matt Corby
Modest Mouse
New Young Pony Club
Radiohead
The Fratellis
The Like
The Raveonettes
The Wombats
Monsters of Folk
Andrew Bird
As Tall As Lions
The Dear Hunter
thom Yorke
Sarah Blasko
Wolf and cub
Jeff buckley
Arctic Monkeys
Ben Folds
Broken social scene
Bloc Oarty
Daft Punk
David Bowie
Joy Division
Kaiser chiefs
the postal service
sonic youth
etc, etc
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QUESTION:
What do you think of my story so far? Chapter 1?
It was not supposed to end this way. The pigeons had taken over outside most of Da Giacomo. Hundreds of them peaking at pieces of bread that careless tourist had left behind. It was noon; the sun was peeking through the clouds, blazing its rays down onto the earth. There was still morning mist everywhere but there was something quite spectacular as it rose out and about of the morning mist, like a bird taking flight as the sun rises, giving a beautiful, yet eerie feeling in the pit of her stomach.
Anabeth Griffin laid her chin on her folded arms that lay on the café table. She was the goddess of spirit, the last of the Griffins and one of the gods and goddess that had chosen earth to live on. Once upon a time, the Griffins were named with power and patronage. But that was long ago and the Griffins fortune and lives have dropped down for many year. All Anabeth is familiar with is her wild orchid belt top, black basic jeans, and black high top sneakers.
On any girl it would look like they came from a decent family. But on Anabeth it made her look magnificently and god-like. With her heart shaped head, almond-shaped eyes the color of the afternoon sky, and her pale, ivory complexion. Her luxurious, straight, brown hair that reminds you of a burning fire, she looked stunning and beautiful. Her beauty magnified everyone that looked at her and became even more astonishing when she smiled, but today it seemed like that would not happen.
“Cheer up,” Loren Blake said, lifting a cup of mulsum to his mouth. “Whatever happens, Keres won’t rule for long. And doesn’t Milan look gorgeous? At least we got a break from the school.”
Loren Blake has been her friend since the first time she came to Mystic Bay University—a gangly, handsome adolescence, with sheepishly, kind, blue eyes. He was her confident, intelligent conduit, who would do anything to protect her. But despite his joyous words, Anabeth was morose.
Two months ago, her brother, Heath went missing. She learned from her soul mate, Dante Evans and her protector, Apollo, that her brother was the key for Keres to bring the old ways back, all she needed was his blood—and death. Keres was Anabeth’s teacher and is a Greek goddess of death. And she is suddenly using her god given powers to bring the old ways back. The old ways were where gods and goddess were royal and humans and creatures of the night were either servants or warriors and killed for not doing their jobs right. And living with humans and creatures of the night all her life, Anabeth knows that she has to stop it. But, she just doesn’t know how.
“They were sure she’d be here with him. She had to spill his blood on the Sant’Ambrogio, Milan, but she wasn’t there.” She said, taking a sip of her tea. It was what she has been saying since they arrived to Milan and she was on the edge of giving up.
“And we’ve looked everywhere. No one has seen anyone that looks like Keres or Heath and when they said they did, it just turned out to be a homeless woman and her son,” Loren sighed. “Looks like Keres will bring the old ways back,” Anabeth looked beyond Loren and spoke.
“We can’t just give up, Loren. I have to find him. I have to save my brother. And it just…” She trailed off as she saw a stunning lady with large blue lagoon-like eyes. Her fine, straight, pitch black hair was medium-length and is worn in an artistic style. She was tall and had a lithe build. And right next to her was a boy. He had silted eyes the color of sapphires. His thick, straight, amber hair is neck-length and is worn in a dignified style—Keres and Heath! She stood up, trying to get a clear look at the two figures that were standing through the crowd of people. And as the crowd cleared, the woman looked at her, holding her glazed. She suddenly smiled, pulling the boy with her through another crowd of scurrying people. Anabeth left the table, keeping her eyes on the pitch black hair that swiftly moved through the crowd.
“Ana—Anabeth, where are you going?” Loren yelled after her.
“It’s Keres—and Heath is with her.” She shouted over her shoulder.
“Wait up!” But she didn’t, she was still moving through the crowd, swiftly and motionless. It seemed like she was gliding. Her heart pounded to the beat of her feet racing over the hard ground. Not because she was tired, but because of the delicious rush of wind pasting her face and how she felt her powers heighten as she quickly chased after the woman who had taken her brother. She knew she was moving quick, so quick that it seemed like everyone that she passed was a blur. Yet Keres was moving just as fast, and even faster, as she soared through the narrow crowds that wormed through the city and dodged people that was in her way.
“Keres, give me my brother!” She finally called out as she watched her quickly disappear inside the door of a palazzo.
Anabeth quickly entered the same door, more intent to encounter and destroy Keres for good, but how do you kill someone wh
who is the goddess of death?
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ANSWER:
that was excellent! but i think the usage of "Once upon a time" is too cliche try a different approach along the same lines.
Good writing, the story sounds interesting so far, keep going!
P.S Sorry i dont remember the goddes of death but im sure if you google it, it'll come up. Good luck!
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QUESTION:
Shockwave's Random Anime Pollvey 23?
Hey, Michael Jordan's old Bull's number. It's been a while for these.
Copy and paste or see why they call Morgan from Dresden Files the most stuck up cop around. *He has a sword that will break through any defense*
1. How would you go about finding a long lost Anime:
A. Search for it on Youtube.
B. Google it
C. Go shopping
2. You are in a tournament with a team consisting of Nijama (Alien looking strategist, Pit (Nintendo's Angel Warrior [most SSBB players call him cheap]), Hinata, and Inuyasha. How do you use the group's skills?
3. A tall man dressed very similar to my avatar is out hunting demons, and two certain C&A regs are being chased by said demons. Normally you'd pull out a shotgun and help, but these demons are made of fire. How do you proceed?
4. You've been invited to an exclusive party hosted by three of the regs, Chu, BWA and Kona-Chan. The problem is that it's a costume party and the bouncers check your ID.
A. How do you get by the bouncers without having to wear a costume?
B. What do you dress up as if you decide that road?
C. What style do you as:
a. Bad@ss
b. Nerd
c. Normal
5. What Anime character has the WORST childhood?
6. What Anime game would you play?
A. One Piece Unlimited Adventure
B. Naruto Ultimate Ninja
C. Bleach Wii Game
7. Pick a video to watch. One is a remix, one is a fighting amv, one is an episode link, and one is a video game trailer. (Like I'd tell you which is which). What one you got?
A. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4wKo_YF6GN4&feature=related
B. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PpGmmH_r6cg
C. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RFckH10ii5g&feature=related
D. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LRwqxBTluy0&feature=channel_page
8. Am I the only one that finds Franky's dub voice to be strange? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iWjF9s71slU&feature=related
Random facts:
My homestate has 90,000 miles of shoreline. HOLY **** 90,000! (No over 9000 jokes, too old). Guess the state.
RQ:
What game system do you play?
Wii
PS3
Xbox
Computer
Don't play
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ANSWER:
Copy and paste or see why they call Morgan from Dresden Files the most stuck up cop around. *He has a sword that will break through any defense*
>> =O
1. How would you go about finding a long lost Anime:
>> Lol, google.
2. You are in a tournament with a team consisting of Nijama (Alien looking strategist, Pit (Nintendo's Angel Warrior [most SSBB players call him cheap]), Hinata, and Inuyasha. How do you use the group's skills?
>> I'll figure something out. >=D
3. A tall man dressed very similar to my avatar is out hunting demons, and two certain C&A regs are being chased by said demons. Normally you'd pull out a shotgun and help, but these demons are made of fire. How do you proceed?
>> Water gun. =O
Very similar, huh?
;]
4. You've been invited to an exclusive party hosted by three of the regs, Chu, BWA and Kona-Chan. The problem is that it's a costume party and the bouncers check your ID.
A. How do you get by the bouncers without having to wear a costume?
>> Sneak in. =D
B. What do you dress up as if you decide that road?
>> Anime Character. XD
C. What style do you as:
>> A. Bad @ss =D
5. What Anime character has the WORST childhood?
>> I know you hate him, but Sasuke's childhood was sad. =P
6. What Anime game would you play?
B. Naruto Ultimate Ninja. =D
7. Pick a video to watch. One is a remix, one is a fighting amv, one is an episode link, and one is a video game trailer. (Like I'd tell you which is which). What one you got?
>> Video game trailer. =D
8. Am I the only one that finds Franky's dub voice to be strange? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iWjF9s71s...
>> My volume's not working. Dang it. =P
Random facts:
>> Minnesota. *whistles* What!? I didn't look it up on google.
Pft. Accusing me of cheating
=P
What game system do you play?
>> I don't play much video games. I have a PS2, I'm trying to get a PS3 =D
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QUESTION:
Honest opinions on this poem? It's being turned into a song?
It's difficult, and many people don't understand it, so you may have to read it more than once. Thank you.
When the clouds tear apart, when dusk eats the day,
When I float through the shrinking and vastly wasting frays
Of dust giving birth, living for time and painting clay,
Solidifying the adapting, will I long to stay?
Crashing down or gliding up, to the fire or the water,
Will you, sweet mother burn or drown your sour daughter?
You will watch.
There are oak chips in space; the branches hold the stars,
No prison or well or pit or dam can feel contrary to bars,
But there was a time, one close but sprinting to land afar,
When we slept within its roots, an earthly, unlit cigar.
Then as we slept we dreamed,
A walking, speaking castle we seemed,
And when you swept me in your arms and beamed,
“My child!” my love and child-heart streamed
Throughout the plains who were a yard,
You stood tall, standing my guard,
Though the stream clenched its fist to rock hard,
I never believed in or looked at the stars.
I treaded the river, which burned and scraped my feet,
For ten years, ten more, I thought it to be deep.
Now I cower against stone walls, crispy bread sweating in sleep,
And as I tumble to the rock river, it hovers as I slip to seek
Someone beside the moon; a fly breathing smoke,
An abandoned angel on a twig, alert and awoke,
And when he inhales venomous oxygen, he mentally chokes,
For he’s airborne Sisyphus, with nowhere to float.
Bitterly leaving space, then bitterly returning with a sigh,
“A bitter and endless cycle”, hisses the bitter-fly.
In a microscopic circle, infinitesimal but the bare
Truth of a bonfire throat and tongue, his cursed, fogging air;
He lives eight lives, then eight more, a begging, unheard prayer,
And he curses the girl who grew the tree, crouching again in her boulder lair.
This love that’s my love is in no way mine,
And I see a winged gravestone, slouching in malign
Accompanied by the moon, being licked by twitching grime,
Maggots licking the forever dying, destined soul mates combined.
I hear him with my nerves, see with my skin,
And in that moment of end, where again it begins,
I have everything I can have, everything there is,
Nailed into a dollhouse, sanctuary of chagrin.
When the clouds tear apart, when dusk eats the day,
When I float through the shrinking and vastly wasting frays
Of dust giving birth, living for time and painting clay,
Solidifying the adapting, I’ll be honoured to stay.
(Honour is blind, Ingratitude’s confined.)
I knew exactly what I wanted to say....Some people get it, some people don't. I think you just don't understand it.
I didn't sacrifice anything for the sake of rhyme. I hate rhyming poetry, I only did it because it's being turned into a song. I haven't rhymed hardly any of my other pieces. I don't want to mistake anything....It came from somewhere profound AND clear. You obviousely just don't understand where it's coming from.
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ANSWER:
Wow, I wish i could write like that!
I think you have powerful images all over the poem, great emotion throughout the work, enjoyable to read. don't worry, not everyone can decipher your messages in your work, that's ok.
What's the title of your great poem?
Your poem is compelling. I can sense the time that has passed and gone. I can feel the passion in the story. Definitely a sophisticated poem, enjoyable to read. You've got a wonderful song. Give it a title.
And keep writing!
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QUESTION:
what is the scariest story you know?TRUE if you can?
here is my story
Long Finger
Long ago, in the woods, there was a witch named Long Finger. All of the people in the area lived in fear of this evil witch. She was 40 feet tall and had grey skin as rough and tough as a rock, that no weapon could penetrate. She had one long razor-sharp finger that she used to kill people who strayed into her domain. The villagers were sick and tired of finding their husbands, wives and children dead in the forest. Thewy knew that these people had fallen victim to the dreaded Long Finger. She would sneak up behind an unsuspecting villager who was innocently wandering in the woods. Then, she would stab her finger through their back and yank out their liver, swallowing it in one big gulp.More than anything, she loved to taste the flesh of young children. Many families had been left childless because the witch had murdered and eaten their beloved sons and daughters. Long Finger could transform herself in to anything or anyone. You never knew if your friend or neighbor was really Long Finger in disguise until it was too late.One evening, a messenger alerted the villagers, telling them that Long Finger was in the area and seemed to be heading straight for their village. They developed a plan to destroy the fearful witch once and for all. They dug a huge pit, surrounding the village, and covered it with branches and leaves. They hoped that the witch would fall into the pit, whereupon they could stab her through the heart with long spears and kill her. The whole village came together, in order to put this plan in to action. One little boy had trouble pulling his weight. His clumsiness made it difficult for him to dig and his father told him to get out of the way. Feeling sorry for himself, he noticed a bird caught in a honeysuckle tree. In an act of kindness, he gently freed the bird, but it didn’t fly away.Instead, it landed on the boys shoulder. The bird thanked him for his kindness and in return, told him a secret about Long Finger. It told him that the villagers’ plan was doomed to failure because the witch’s heart was not located in her chest at all. It was in the tip of her razor-sharp finger. The little boy was so excited by this revelation that he ran off to tell his parents. He would be the one to save the entire village from the wrath of Long Finger. But before he could tell anyone about the witch’s heart, he heard a horrible scream coming from the forest.Long Finger was coming fast, gnashing her teeth and chopping down trees with her razor-sharp finger. Her eyes were wild with anger and she was very hungry. As she approached the village, she walked right into the villagers’ trap and fell into the concealed pit. The villagers rejoiced and threw rocks at her. They brought out their long spears and began stabbing her in the chest, trying to pierce her heart, but to no avail. The witch would not die. She kept climbing up to the top of the pit and slashing at the men with her finger. Archers came out and fired arrows into her chest with their bows and arrows, but they still couldn’t hurt her. Remembering what the bird had told him, the little boy ran to one of the archers. He told him to aim straight at the tip of her finger. The archer raised his bow and arrow, aiming at the razor sharp fingertip and let his arrow fly. It soared through the air and sliced right through the witch’s fingertip, tearing into her heart. With a horrible scream, she collapsed and died in the pit. The people of the village celebrated her demise with singing and dancing. They raised the little boy and carried him on their shoulder’s treating him like a hero. From that day on, all the people in that village made sure to listen when the little boy had something to say.
*do not submit any of the following
bloody mary myspace killer be careful what you wish for sewer girl
robert the doll emily rose
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QUESTION:
What are the best wedding songs in this Genre? Indie, Alternative, Folk Rock..etc?
These are the songs the Bride and Groom Gave me ( the DJ)
Bon Iver – Skinny Love -- Slow
Black Eyed Peas – Just Can’t Get Enough - Party
The Avett Brothers – Matrimony ZZ
Passion Pit – Sleepyhead
Edward Sharp and the Magnetic Zero’s – Home ZZ
Mumford and Son’s – Little Lion Man ZZ
Old Crow Medicine Show – Wagon Wheel Party
Iron & Wine – Boy With A Coin
Phantogram – Mouthful of Diamonds
Yeah Yeah Yeah’s – Heads Will Roll
Lady GaGa – Alejandro
The Smiths – There Is A Light That Never Goes Out ( Slow mayb dance or dinner)
Toubab Krewe – Rooster Dinner - Weird
New Order – Bizarre Love Triangle - Party
Billy Joel – In the Middle of the Night - Dinner
Depeche Mode – Just Can’t Get Enough - Party
Dean Martin – Volare - slow
Matt & Kim – Block After Block - Dance
Pink Floyd – Wish You Were Here - Slow
The Knife – Heartbeats - Dance
The Doors – Love Her Madly – Dance/Dinner
The Black Keys – Tighten Up – Dance/Dinner
Janis Joplin – Mercedes Benz – IDK
The Brazilian Girls – Don’t Stop - dance
Earth Wind and Fire – Fantasy - Dance/dinner
Rilo Kiley- Silver Lining - Dinner
Screeching Wessel- Hey Suburbia - Dance
Mt. Eden – Sierra Leone – Dinner/Dance
Yolanda Be Cool – We No Speak Americano - Dance
Arcade Fire – No Cars Go -
Band of Horses – The Funeral slow
Looking Glass – Brandy - slow
Brewer & Shipley – One Toke Over The Line -
Kesha – Blow - Dance
Modest Mouse – Float On - Dance
The Ramones – Sheena is a Punk Rocker - Dance
Bob Dylan – Like a Rolling Stone - Dinner
Bob Marley – One Drop - Dinner
Florence + The Machine – Dog Days Are Over – Dinner with ingred Michelson the way I am
The Tallest Man On Earth – The Gardner - Dinner
Coldplay – Strawberry Swing - Dinner
Kings of Leon – Closer - Dinner
Matt & Kim – It’s A Fact - Dance
Depeche Mode – Enjoy the Silence - Dinner
Britney Spears – Till the World Ends - Dance
Old Crow Medicine Show – Down Home Girl - Dance
New Grass Revival – Calling Baton Rouge - Dance
MGMT – Kids - Dance
MGMT – Electric Feel - Dance
Frank Sinatra – Come Fly With Me - Dinner
The wedding is tomorrow and I need the answers ASAP please. Thanks!
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ANSWER:
lol, I love "Skinny Love," but it's not ideal for weddings, as the entire premise is one lover hoping that their failing relationship will "just last the year."
Aside from that--are you asking for more songs, or asking which of the above are the best? More similar to what you listed:
"Love and Some Verses" - Iron & Wine (slow)
"Last of the English Roses" - Peter Doherty (possibly dinner?)
"Such Great Heights" - Iron & Wine cover (more beautiful--perfect for a slow dance. But the original by the Postal Service is more poppy and fun)
"No One's Gonna Love You" - Band of Horses (similar to "Skinny Love," but a bit more optimistic)
"All My Friends" - Franz Ferdinand cover (dance)
"Like a Friend" - Pulp (starts slow-ish, moves to dance) OR "Do You Remember the First Time?" - Pulp
"The Story" - Brandi Carlile
"Only Ones Who Know" - Arctic Monkeys (slow and sweet)
"I Bet You Look Good on the Dancefloor" - Arctic Monkeys (fast, dance)
"Eclipse (All Yours)" - Metric
"Crystalised" - The Xx
"Dance Me to the End of Love" - The Civil Wars
"Rhinestone Eyes" - Gorillaz (dance)
"The Mall & Misery" - Broken Bells
"Write About Love" - Belle & Sebastian
"Love You Madly" - Cake (dance)
"I Like You So Much Better When You're Naked" - Ida Maria
"Young Blood" - The Naked & Famous (maybe the Sound of Arrows remix)
"Lions" - The Features (dance)
"To the End" - Blur
"Ghosts" - Laura Marling (folk)
"Kentucky Pill" - Johnny Flynn (folk, fun)
"Wreckin' Bar (Ra Ra Ra)" - The Vaccines (dance--a LOT of fun)
"Under the Cover of Darkness" - The Strokes (dance--fast and fun)
I'll post more as I think of them.
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QUESTION:
Do I have potential? PLEASE REVIEW!!! easy 10 POINTS!!?
this is just the begging parts. I get a little better (I think as it goes on) but I thought these would be the best ones for people to critique then. Don't be too harsh. I'm 14. thanks in advance!
Darkness takes her in. She sinks deeper into the pit of emptiness. Coldness and numbness catch her and en wrap her in its empty arms. Her soul slowly turns hollow, until she is staring blankly ahead, taking deep chilled quavering breaths. Every movement that passes her at this very moment is blank. A blur of confusion. The blurry faces of people that don't matter. She simply stares at them coldly and returns to her state of ‘blank.’ She can still remember everything. Everything, a word that defines a lot, she can remember it all. She remembers her mother’s sharp shuddered breaths, until they slowed to the very last one. She remembers the crimson blood flowing swiftly like a river out of her mothers lifeless body only seconds after the shot is fired. She remembers being rejected. Rejected by the only person that gave her life meaning. Depth. All gone now. She misses the feeling, knowing that she will never feel it again. She remembers the blame.
"It's your fault. You and your damn art."
She remembers all until she feels even colder than before. Her eyes want to tear, but they don't. Instead hate, passionate hate towards the world, and towards herself.
But she experiences this feeling everyday, so much so, that it's become a normality to Jane.
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Jane walks through the loud hallways hearing nothing. Not the echoing laughter or the annoying gossip. School ends and Jane plans to go to her place. The only place she feels peace and control. She climbs swiftly up onto the mountains top. Her mind set on not slipping instead of all the shit going on. Not to tall or hard she thinks to herself. Either way, she has a couple months experience on her side.
She sits there on the top gazing at the beautiful landscape. The yellow, red, green and orange leaves up on the trees blow swiftly against the soft autumn breeze. This is the only place on she finds the Earth a beautiful place.
The heavy burden lifts off her shoulder temporarily and she finds the peace she’s been longing for. She stands and looks down to the rocky bottom, all the details appearing a lot smaller than before, knowing that with one jump she can off herself in a heartbeat. Now she feels in control. But today isn’t the day she wants to prove it. Because secretly she’s scared.
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Jane enters her home. She no longer feels peace. She greets her father and waits for a reply. She gets none. Her father shrugs and avoids her gaze, as always just like the past four months.
“It’s your fault! You weren’t even supposed to have a class on a fucking Saturday. Because of you and your selfishness your mother is dead.”
Except for unjust accusations, not much was spoken between Jane and her father.
The words kept coming back. It’s at these moments Jane just wants to forget. She goes to her room in search of her second comfort. Her box of safety pins. Jane sees her mangled angry expression in the red tear as it falls on her shoe. More red tears are coming ot of the line. The line she spent “engraving” into her skin with the safety pin.
“Safety pin, how ironic,” Jane says out loud to herself.
She waits for the relief to come but it doesn’t so she digs, stabs, cuts deeper closer and closer to her wrist. She remembers betrayal, rejection, abandonment, death. She winces from the pain in her soul like she’s being stabbed by one hundred stabbing knives. She cuts more, the blood flowing freely from her wrist.
“Enough.” Her mothers voice echoes in her head.
t the beginning of the third section it's supposed to be Her father shrugs and avoids her gaze, just like he always has for the past 4 months.
sry it was kinda confusing before.
if its a lot to read. But if it actually is interesting just read the 1st part and if it grabs you then continue reading. If it doesn't then don't
thanks so much. Yeah it does resemble a couple other books doesn't it. But i'm actually going to turn it's direction a little bit. I mean not COMPLETELY but it will have a little twist
OMG SO SORRY! I forgot to mention something rather important. I shortened it on here because otherwise it would take up too much space. AHH sry, wow I can't believe that slipped my mind. Also if you like other type of books let me know and I will write something along those lines.
sorry again that was a pretty big detail I missed there. I mentioned it in my other post but not here. SORRY
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QUESTION:
What do you think of my short story?
A story for English I have to write. It's not finished yet, but hoepfully the theme (relationships) comes through. Feel free to edit, etc.
"“I want that one.”
The man rolls up his sleeve then reaches his net into the tank. His arm swims around for a bit while I keep my eyes dead set on the target. Finally, the net wraps itself around the struggling fish and the man’s face lights up. He smiles at me, a happy, toothless grin, before lifting his arm out of the water and placing the fish into a bag. The fish darts around excitedly in his new plastic cage while the man proceeds to pump oxygen into it.
Dad pulls out his wallet and hands the man some money. The man smiles at me again and hands me the bag. I reach out to take it eagerly, like a child offered candy.
“What are you going to name it?” Dad asks me as we wander through the various stalls selling fruit and vegetables, children’s toys and workman’s tools. He pauses to examine a screwdriver, before putting it down and going on his way again.
I try to think of a suitable name but my excitement has overwhelmed me to the point where I can’t think anymore. “I don’t know,” I manage. “I’ll think of something.” I look at him then add, innocently, “Do you think Mum’ll like it?”
He smiles but doesn’t respond. I sigh and look at the fish, a little less happy than I was a few moments ago.
After their last fight, Mum put her hands down and filed for divorce. That was over a year ago, and they’ve been on no-speaking terms ever since. I live with my mother now, in a small townhouse while Dad lives on the other side of the city in the big house we’d left behind. I miss our house, even though I suspect all the plants have withered up and our pet dog, Ralph, has died. Dad was never good at looking after things, and I guess that’s why Mum left him.
I still love my dad, though. He wasn’t a big fellow, but he wasn’t lean or sickly-looking, either; he was sort of in the middle- neither tall or short, nor fat or skinny. He had a big nose, though, and I remember teasing him about it when I was a little kid. In my naivety, I used to ask him what was up there, in that dark pit of grizzly hairs, and he’d laugh like Santa and answer me, “Dust and boogers, Katie. Dust and boogers.”
He used to amuse me like that and to be honest, I don’t like living with Mum. She’s always cranky and upset with me, firing off at the most trivial matters. I like to think it’s because she secretly misses Dad, but I know it’s not true; things like that don’t happen in real life, only in fairytales where everything ends happily. For now, all I could look forward to was every second Sunday, when Dad and I would have a day out and he’d take me to fun and interesting places. Today, we were at Maryland Markets, where they sold fish and chickens, dogs and cats for under five dollars."
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QUESTION:
do you like my story?
It's kind of long, but I really want some opinions...please don't take it anyone.
In a nutshell, it's a sweet romance. =D
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Symphonie d’amour
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“Lina, hurry up! We can’t start our afterparty without the star!” Melanie’s voice was excited as she giggled, rushing her friend.
Angelina smiled at her friend’s impatience and absently clicked the back of her phone with a nail. “Coming, Mel…”
“Hurry!” the other girl reiterated loudly, then with a click, hung up.
Lina tossed her hair upin a ponytail and grinned. Grabbing her jacket, she turned off the lights in the dressing room, shut the door and headed to the elevator.
While she waited, she mused over the night’s events in her mind. She was still on an adrenaline high from how well the show had gone tonight.
It was simple. Lina loved theater and was heavily involved with it. The performing arts conservatory was like a second home to her, with its brilliant stages and lights, the orchestra pit, the lush red seats and clean carpet.
Their play was a Broadway classic, of which Lina was the star. How thrilling it had been to hear the orchestra play their music as she came running out last for curtain call! What joy she had experienced when the swells of applause grew at her entrance. She loved it, and spent hours memorizing lines and rehearsing tones and facial expressions.
She sighed in blissful happiness as the elevator gave a quiet ‘ping!’ to announce the arrival of the car.
She stepped in and glanced up, noticing another person in with her.
“Oh, Isaac—hi,” she said, startled, her cheeks growing a little red.
“Hey,” the boy said, smiling and nodding slightly in her direction. “Really good show tonight—well, I couldn’t see it, of course, but I saw the audience’s reaction…”
“Oh—thanks,” Lina said, grinning back, her face still flushed with victory as the doors of the elevator slid close.
Isaac was the first violinist in the Senior Symphony division of the youth orchestral section of the conservatory. In the school of sorts there were three sections: dance, drama and music. Often the coordinators of the three branches would combine their talents: the dance department would put their jazz artists or ballerinas in the plays with the actors while the youth orchestra accompanied. It made for a fabulous show, one easily publicized since the talent was comprised entirely of students.
Isaac and Lina were friends, though geological difficulties ensured they didn’t see much of each other except during rare social outings and rehearsals. Lina had always secretly admired him endlessly, but tried hard to keep it hidden lest it ruin their friendship or he think her a creep. But they had always gotten along well and though he was a difficult person to read, she thought he enjoyed her company.
Isaac was a brilliant musician. An unassuming, slender-figured boy of 16, he could not have been taller than five feet eight inches and a hundred forty pounds. But was he ever talented. The boy practiced four hours a day religiously and poured his energy into perfecting his skill. He was well on his way to Juilliard or some equally prestigous school.
“Coming to the party?” she asked with a friendly smile.
“Um…” he paused, thinking. “I think I might come for a little while, but I have a competition in the morning, so I have to get some sleep.”
Oh, of course.
“Cool,” she said with a tired but happy sigh. “Well, I—”
What she had been about to say was abruptly cut off by the sudden screeching and wailing of fire alarm bells. Lina jumped, eyes widening, and Isaac even looked slightly startled.
The elevator jolted to a stop and the lights flickered on and off before half of them went decidedly off and the other half thankfully remained stubbornly lit. All of the lights on the control panel flashed brightly, then went resolutely dead.
Lina crashed against the side of the elevator, instinctly grabbing whatever was closest to steady herself—in this case, Isaac’s arm. He looked a bit startled and something odd flashed in his eyes, but he said nothing, and she breathlessly muttered a “Sorry” and let go as soon as she had straightened, cheeks flaming with embarrassment. She hoped he didn’t think she’d done that on purpose, she doubted he’d be the type to like a girl so flirtatious and she certainly didn’t want to come off that way to him. She didn’t have long to dwell on this, though, as she looked around helplessly and pushed a few random buttons on the control panel but found that this did nothing. The ‘open doors’ button was completely unresponsive. It appeared they were stuck.
“Um…” For a moment, Lina just looked around, lost. Eventually, a vague course of action occurred to her and she grabbed her cell phone and stabbed a few buttons to call her best friend. Melanie picked up immediately, but the light hearted tone
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ANSWER:
It's interesting but...I feel like there are a lot of words that don't need to be there. Some words are melodramatically used...like,
EVENTUALLY, A VAGUE COURSE OF ACTION OCCURRED TO HER AND SHE GRABBED HER CELL PHONE AND STABBED...
She STABBED her cell phone? Maybe, 'She violently pressed the lighted buttons of her cell phone, sure she was going to make a dent in them with the amount of pressure she used to push, but none of that mattered at that point.'
You use a lot of run on sentences...lots of 'and' so try to change though.
Otherwise, this is contructive critisism and I find this interesting. I would love to read all of it some day. Email me and I'd love to help you edit it!
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QUESTION:
how good is my writing?
Please tell me some constructive criticism and what you would rate this, thank you.
It the ages of war there were two breeds of deadly creatures; dragons and phoenixes. The breeds were equally matched, both were capable of flight, were larger than the regular earth dwelling creatures and could each use the element of fire in combat. Dragons were able to breathe it and form giant fireballs from a click of their tongue. Phoenixes were shrouded in the blazing substance. Unable to control their powers, they singed everything they touched. The phoenixes’ nests were built in the tallest of trees so that nothing would attempt reach them. All that was left of the crowns of the trees were the charred branches that once were lush with foliage.
The dragons’ however lived high up in the mountains peaks and deep down in the pits of gorges where it was too dangerous for any to tread.
Wars between these creatures raged on and on for thousands of years, people started taking sides, they assisted in causing more catastrophes to the world. Until one teenage boy had finally had enough. He was determined to put a stop to the war once and for all; so he went to each of their homes and stole 2 eggs, one dragon and one phoenix. Not concerned about the dangers of doing so. When the eggs had hatched he raised them in an underground cavern far away from his village. If the town’s people knew about his parenting to these beasts they would’ve use them for asset in the war. So every day he would pretend to go off hunting but instead would deliver fresh livestock to his ‘children.’ When they had grown old enough he bred the two creatures together, the result was a super beast. This mix of dragon and phoenix had two blue legs covered in scales; it had a solid tail and two webbed wings. The structure of the wings was a darkish purple while the webs were translucent lilac scales. Finally, the head was engulfed in fire. It’s snout was smooth and slightly square at the tip. It’s eyes were coloured a faint purple.
It was this creature that then stopped the war. It created a huge orb of fire in the middle of the war ground; the light from this orb was extraordinary, even brighter than the sun’s rays. The light reached the heavens and snow fell down upon them. Both dragons and phoenixes then opened their eyes to what they were savagely committing.
That was the end of the war but also to the creature the boy had bred from beasts. The boy was then offered the place of king in recognition of what he’d done. It was from then on that all creatures lived in peace together.
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ANSWER:
You asked for constructive criticism, so that's what I'm giving you. Please don't take it the wrong way and realize that I'm only trying to help.
This is really just one big huge information-dump, where you are spoon-feeding history to readers without actually showing them anything or allowing them to be actively engaged in the story. There are also a lot of things that aren't very believable and that's imediately going to make you lose credibility with your readers. For example, how do dragons and phoenixes even manage to breed together? Why would they, when it completely goes against their nature? Dogs don't breed with cows, nor do they even try to. It just doesn't make sense. Also, the 'boy' had to hatch a dragon and a phoenix, let them reach sexual maturity, then breed them, and hatch that egg. So by that time, several years would have passed I think and the 'boy' would probably be closer to a 'man'. It also seems highly unrealistic that this purple dragon-phoenix would be able to end an age-old conflict simply by creating a magic orb and making some snow fall. If anything, I would think either the dragons or the phoenixes or both would see this creature as an abomination or an enemy since it's part of the other race they're fighting. Speaking of which, you never said why they're fighting. Is it just because its in their nature---because they hate each other? If so, that just makes the whole purple-creature-ends-war idea even more unlikely. If its not that, then there has to be some reason why they're fighting, or at least some reason the war started, even if they don't remember it anymore by the time the boy comes along. I also didn't really like the idea of "all creatures lived in peace together." More than likely, there will be a handful of people or phoenixes or dragons who are so caught up in all the fighting they just won't stop. Just another unbelievable aspect of your idea you might want to consider.
If I had to give this a number rating, it would probably be 3/10, largely because of the implausibility of it, and the severe lack of "showing" instead of "telling". Sorry if that seems harsh, but I believe that 100% honest feedback helps you improve as a writer. I hope you can see where I'm coming from. I actually do think your writing has some potential. Its better than a lot of stuff I see here, but I think there's always room for improvement. God knows I'm not perfect, either.
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QUESTION:
Medieval Cult Allegory? Short Story suggestions?
The tall stranger bent to fit through the door of Crosshold Inn. The innkeeper eyed him with disdain; "ain't no auberge for your kind to sak, we all full!" "aye", said the stranger, as he removed his cloak; "pertell providence see to it i may benefit ye as much as ye room help me." The innkeeper took his hand off his dagger and said; "what business ye be about, if i tend ye for the gloaming?" "Jut a bit of hay to lay me down, providence will see to the day" he entreated.
The night spread across terra's arch, groping as it were for the blackness to come. A lantern flickered but failed to reveal any secret save a white rove worn by the tired traveler as he lay upon humble bed of straw.
Meanwhile- outside a hoary goat wandered about, its baying echoed portend of judgement to come. A lone fire struggled against the starlight. Somewhere beyond the sky treading hoof pounded forth... thunder rang out... voices could be heard across the land. The earth opened and hell leaked out devouring all in its path.
The walls of Crosshold shook! The innkeeper trembled and fell before a pale horse who's rider loomed upon the stricken man. Suddenly the white robed stranger stepped between the horse and stricken fellow, shouting: "Hurt not! till i have sealed..."
The horseman left and all seemed quite. The poor wretch clasped the stranger's robe like a beggar, clenched fingers, stammering: "who art ye?"
I AM he, who's friends ye have persecuted and martyred" said the stranger who stood reflecting streaming rays of light, while the sun pierced upon the day. "Lord" cried the innkeeper; "are ye come to require vengeance? i am unworthy, do as ye will!" Naye, rather i seek to seal ye soul by the blood of another" was the tender reply.
The tall Lord turned back his white robe revealing wounded side. "Wash of my blood while the ichor still founts for when ye be clean thereof, it will flow no more for ye the last to be saved." "Now suffer me for i must go." The keeper clung with pleading eye, shaggy patch shadowing the other; "Bless me first, then i release ye."
The Lord reached forth and took the patch; "i tell ye fear not, no harm befall ye, only ye eyes will see the wicked fail. But ye must remain for my friends need safekeep.." Then the Lord was gone.
The keeper went forth and shouted out; "The end be come, if ye be friends of the Lord, enter me humble inn for all else be rubble." Soon Crosshold's inn was full, for a place had been prepared for those who were the Lord's.
Outside a star fell from heaven, opening a bottomless pit. And there came out creatures with tails like a scorpion. And they caused men to faint with fear. Then an angel stood in the sun crying; "eat the flesh of mortals, ye birds, for they gather to make war against the Lord." The battle raged until the great dragon was cast into hell.
But those in Crosshold's inn remained safe.
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QUESTION:
Medieval Cult Allegory? Short Story suggestions?
The tall stranger bent to fit through the door of Crosshold Inn. The innkeeper eyed him with disdain; "ain't no auberge for your kind to sak, we all full!" "aye", said the stranger, as he removed his cloak; "pertell providence see to it i may benefit ye as much as ye room help me." The innkeeper took his hand off his dagger and said; "what business ye be about, if i tend ye for the gloaming?" "Jut a bit of hay to lay me down, providence will see to the day" he entreated.
The night spread across terra's arch, groping as it were for the blackness to come. A lantern flickered but failed to reveal any secret save a white rove worn by the tired traveler as he lay upon humble bed of straw.
Meanwhile- outside a hoary goat wandered about, its baying echoed portend of judgement to come. A lone fire struggled against the starlight. Somewhere beyond the sky treading hoof pounded forth... thunder rang out... voices could be heard across the land. The earth opened and hell leaked out devouring all in its path.
The walls of Crosshold shook! The innkeeper trembled and fell before a pale horse who's rider loomed upon the stricken man. Suddenly the white robed stranger stepped between the horse and stricken fellow, shouting: "Hurt not! till i have sealed..."
The horseman left and all seemed quite. The poor wretch clasped the stranger's robe like a beggar, clenched fingers, stammering: "who art ye?"
I AM he, who's friends ye have persecuted and martyred" said the stranger who stood reflecting streaming rays of light, while the sun pierced upon the day. "Lord" cried the innkeeper; "are ye come to require vengeance? i am unworthy, do as ye will!" Naye, rather i seek to seal ye soul by the blood of another" was the tender reply.
The tall Lord turned back his white robe revealing wounded side. "Wash of my blood while the ichor still founts for when ye be clean thereof, it will flow no more for ye the last to be saved." "Now suffer me for i must go." The keeper clung with pleading eye, shaggy patch shadowing the other; "Bless me first, then i release ye."
The Lord reached forth and took the patch; "i tell ye fear not, no harm befall ye, only ye eyes will see the wicked fail. But ye must remain for my friends need safekeep.." Then the Lord was gone.
The keeper went forth and shouted out; "The end be come, if ye be friends of the Lord, enter me humble inn for all else be rubble." Soon Crosshold's inn was full, for a place had been prepared for those who were the Lord's.
Outside a star fell from heaven, opening a bottomless pit. And there came out creatures with tails like a scorpion. And they caused men to faint with fear. Then an angel stood in the sun crying; "eat the flesh of mortals, ye birds, for they gather to make war against the Lord." The battle raged until the great dragon was cast into hell.
But those in Crosshold's inn remained safe.
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Ingles Para Jardineria = English for Landscaping (Ingles en el Trabajo) (Spanish Edition)
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