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Bills contact Jets about Schotty - Newsday

As our Bob Glauber reported earlier on Twitter , a league source tells Newsday the Bills have contacted the Jets to ask for permission to talk to offensive coordinator Brian Schottenheimer about their vacant head coaching position. It's unclear when ...

Jets: Rex has been our good-luck charm - Newsday

You can criticize Rex Ryan all you want; lambaste him for his atypical bravado and condemn him for his over-the-top honesty. But to Jets players, he just happens to be a good luck charm of sorts. To date, almost every one of Ryan’s preseason ...

UPI NewsTrack Health and Science News - Times of the Internet

MOSCOW, Jan. 11 (UPI) -- Russia is preparing to develop a nuclear-propelled spacecraft to maintain a competitive edge in the global space race, officials said. Nearly $17 million has been earmarked for research this year by Rosatom, the state nuclear ...

Work Out Interrupted - ChicagoPride.com

For every man and woman in every city around the world there are certain places that are sacred. For the religious there are churches. For the alcoholics there are bars. And for the gays there are gyms. A slight aberration, I traveled across town so ...

States escape catastrophe despite fire dangers - Australian Broadcasting Corp.

Four Australian states have avoided major fire activity despite the extreme conditions across the regions yesterday. South Australia and Victoria had catastrophic warnings in place Monday and Victoria's north and north-eastern areas face code red ...

Author: [Pro Hoops] Topic: Mak's Monday Mechanics - Covers.com

Hey fellas, showing good profit this weekend starting the week off strong. Found some value in 3 games today, hoping to continue the progressive profit. As always, wishing you guys the best of luck, not matter what side you are on. Peace out ...

Second And More Detailed TNA House Show Report 1.10.10: Danbury, CT - 411mania.com

Staff started letting people in around 3:10pm. The cold weather was making people upset, so they were happy to finally be allowed inside. Everyone had to go through a metal detector. I'm all for security, but I felt like I was at LaGuardia airport ...

Images provide intimate look at Guantánamo prisoners - Palm Beach Interactive

For years, the Pentagon has shielded them from public scrutiny: few people have seen alleged teen terrorist Omar Khadr's shrapnel-clouded blind eye, confessed 9/11 mastermind Khalid Sheik Mohammed on his knees in prayer, or the shy grin of Yemeni ...

Steele traps donations - Courier-Journal

The Jan. 6 article regarding Sean Hannity's interview with GOP Chairman Michael Steele was quite an eye-opener. Steele acknowledged that he does not believe the Republican Party can win back its majority in the House this year. If that is the case ...

Heatwave has commuters hot under the collar - Australian Broadcasting Corp.

Thousands of Melbourne commuters faced significant train delays and cancellations on Monday evening as Victoria sweltered through one of its hottest days on record. The state has avoided major fire activity on its first day of code red catastrophic ...

Resolved Question: How is my story so far and how should I continue it?

This is going to be a 2500 word story about a girl with a condition which means she can't feel pain. I'm not too sure what's actually going to happen, and so would love some constructive advice and suggestions or ideas on what else could be added. I still have about 2000 words to go :( Thanks in advance;- Billie Jean <3 I hear the horrendous crunch of bones as I lose my balance and tumble down, leaving me in a crumpled heap at the bottom of the staircase. Shrill screams from women around me, children crying, horrified voices calling out for help. God knows what I must look like! I raise my trembling hand to my face, hoping to find maybe just a small scratch, barely visible to the naked eye. Slowly opening my eyes to see what my hand will show me, there it is. Blood. Not only blood trickling from my face, but my wrist, pouring and pouring like an endless waterfall. A man's panicked voice alerts me, and the rest of the shopping centre, to the fact that my ankles look strangely unsymmetrical. I'm stuck in a dilemma. Should I just get up and go home, walking across town in whatever state I'm in. Or should I stay lay down as the panic surrounding me rises - conform to what society expects of me? Go to the hospital, even though there's no pain. So what if it looks a bit strange, it doesn't hurt, so where's the logic in that? Being x-rayed for the millionth time, being operated on for the hundredth. It's decision time, I can't wait any longer. My head and my heart in a violent game of tug of war against each other. But this is no game. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. I have to do it, I have to get up. Maybe if I just jumped up and carried on walking as though nothing had ever happened, nobody would notice. No, that's ridiculous. Without even looking, I can sense it - the people around me, staring, engrossed, their eyes boring into me like red hot pokers. Like vultures, thirsty for blood. If I just stood up and started walking as though nothing had happened, I'd be seen as a freak as I had all of my life, as well as absolutely terrifying people. No, I've got to take my time. Gradually, I start to open my eyes, move each limb, one at a time. Gasps. Winces. Blasphomous curses. I'm sat up, and nobody can believe their eyes. One minute, a fragile looking body making it's way down a flight of stairs, thud thud thudding. Head bouncing off the marble, red flashing before the eyes of hundreds of horrified onlookers. The next, a terribly injured girl, her face barely recognisable from all of the blood, yet, looking as though she's feeling no pain whatsoever, purely dazed and confused. The flashing blue lights shining through the windows, bouncing off the walls. That all too familiar, piercing sound. The ambulance had arrived. As a flurry of anxious-looking faces surged towards me, I simply stared ahead, frozen. My mind floating away, almost forgetting the scenario I was in. more

Resolved Question: HOW IS THIS FAN FIC SO FAR?

I know it`s not really that good but I wanted to try and write a Naruto Fanfic. It takes place in Part I Enjoy! PROLOGUE After years of research Hashirama Senju finally found the place where he could set his roots and create a heaven. He didn`t exactly need to create a place to live, because he was a part of the Senju Clan. Feared by everyone. He could invade someplace in one night and no-one would stand against him. Hashirama stood in the middle of the large landscape and took a deep breathe, taking in the fresh air that just in a few moments was going to become his new homeland. He wanted this land to be truely apart of him so he started to perform the hand seals: Tora-Uma-Tora-Mi and said "Wood Style: Great Forest Jutsu!" He extended his right arm infront of him and his hand started to become wood. He then punched the ground with all the force he could conjure up, and a wave of wood started spread underground and sprout upwards creating trees, lots and lots of trees. After fifteen minutes Hashirama stood up and looked around himself. He smiled and thought to himself "This village will be called The Village Hidden In The Leaves" He suddenly remembered what he had to do to achieve this and a wave of guilt spread inside of him. He shook his head and dismissed that memory. He performed the hand seal: Mi and the thoughts of his wood clone came streaming into his head "I hope Hashirama or I succeeded in creating the village" Hashirama smiled and thought "It`s done Hashirama. You don`t have to worry about anything. Now I`m going to keep this link open so you can find the place. Tell everyone to pack up and follow you. Tell the Uchiha clan to come too they are always welcomed here". "Alright we`re on our way" said the clone. Hashirama said to himself "It`s a new start. I hope that it would be a good start". CHAPTER 1 I was looking at the doors of the Hidden Leaf Village. They were closed so I knocked on the door on the left. A flap opened and I saw someones eyes, he said "Yes. Who is it?" I went to the flap and said "Haruto Kimura from the Hidden Root Village. Our Kikage sent a letter notifying my arrival to your Hokage". The man said "Oh yes. We were notified". The flap closed and the doors started to open. They only opened enough for me to get in. A shinobi was standing just near the entrance. He said "Welcome to the Hidden Leaf Village" I knodded and proceeded. I went straightly to the building with the big fire kanji on it. I was told it was the building where the Hokage stayed. I came to a long flight of stairs. I sighed and started climbing them.After a few minutes I got to the top and entered the building. I was walking down the hall when a woman stopped me. She was tall, had black hair and was wearing a black robe. She was also carrying a pig with hear that had a pearl necklace and was wearing something red. I found that a bit weird but didn`t show it. She said "May I ask who you are?" I answered calmly "My name is Haruki Kimura. I`m from the Hidden Root Village. I Think Our Kikage sen--" she cut me off " Oh yes, yes. Please come with me". She took me to a room. She knocked on the door. A women said "Who is it?" The woman with the pig said "M`lady it`s the Hidden Root Village shinobi that we were expecting" The same voice said "Enter". She opened the door and said to me "Please enter. Lady Tsunade was ecpecting you after the letter form your village`s Kikage" I knodded and entered. A blonde woman that had a... different mark on her for was sitting at the table. She was wearing a green robe and was nearly buried in paper work. She said "Ah... Welcome to the Hidden Leaf Village. I`m well aware on why you are here so we can skip that whole phase. Now the actual reason for all of the Genin in your village that were sent to other villages were to relax. Your village doesn`t have as many Jonin as the other villages so all of the Genin take out most of the S-Rank missions. Clearly for some people with your experience and age this might get hard sometimes. So as a reward your Kikage sent all of you for a type of vacation mission. Enjoy your stay here" That was weird. I said "I`m sorry, I`m a little confused. I think we should start over. I`m Haruki Kimura and you must be Lady Tsunade. Now I understand this is a "vacation" mission but theres a whole lot of thigs that aren`t worked, like where I`m going to stay" She closed her eyes and laughed silently. Waving her hand she said "You don`t have to worry about that. We worked everything out before you came. One of our Genin is going to take you to the place you`re going to stay. Shizune can you please tell one of the available Genin to escort Haruki here to his apartment?" Shizune said "Yes M`lady". I waited a for a few uncomfirtable minutes and at last the door knocked. Lady Tsunade said "Enter" and Shizune entered. She had a kid with him, we were the same aghttp://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20100102143233AAI9ez0 This is part 2 more

Resolved Question: What do you think of my list of the top 200 prog songs?

Remember, I asked this question before, about needing help with it? Well, I finished it, and I put a video version of it on YouTube; it's sections, if you wanna check it out. Not that I'm expecting you to. It starts at #1, and ends at #200. 21st Century Schizoid Man Supper’s Ready Karn Evil 9 Close to the Edge Thick as a Brick Echoes 2112 A Plague of Lighthouse Keepers Nights in White Satin Tubular Bells Peaches en Regalia Tarkus A Whiter Shade of Pale Moon in June Autobahn Roundabout The Musical Box Larks’ Tongues in Aspic Script for a Jester’s Tear The Low Spark of High-Heeled Boys Tropical Fish: Selene Mekanik Destruktiw Kommandoh Song for America In the Court of the Crimson King Hallalewah Une Nuit a Paris The Fountain of Lamneth Absolutely Free Suite Phaedra Width of a Circle Advent of Panurge Autumn Love is the Drug Fool’s Overture So What The Cinema Show Lady Fantasy Solsbury Hill Nine Feet Underground Come Sail Away The Gates of Delirium Take a Pebble Aqualung Lost July Morning A Saucerful of Secrets A Question Willie the Pimp Kuiama Flying Teapot Assault and Battery Watcher of the Skies Night Meets Life Dear Mr. Fantasy The Weaver’s Answer Trans-Europe Express Lemmings Arthur L’Isola Di Niente Mother Russia Phallus Dei Blind Concert Tarotplane Revelation The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway Atlantis' Agony at June 5th - 8498, 13 p.m. Gregorian Earthtime Little Red Riding Hood Hit the Road Here Comes the Flood Awaken Cygnus X-1 The Return of the Son of Monster Magnet Shine On You Crazy Diamond Discreet Music The Pinnacle Ritual (Nous Sommes De Soleil) Starless Trilogy Garden Party Lady in Black Antique Suite Mysterious Semblance at the Strand of Nightmares Take it Off the Top Answers? Questions! Questions? Answers! In the Land of Grey and Pink Fanfare for the Common Man Shadow of the Hierophant Dancing with the Moonlit Knight Tuesday Afternoon Pantagruel’s Nativity Xanadu Magnum Opus Biko Ice Rondo Money Death Walks Behind You The Fountain of Salmacis The Necromancer Waiting for the Big One Pigs (Three Different Ones) Firth of Fifth Lady of the Lake Blinded By the Light Policeman Homage to the God of Light Mekanik Zain Children of the Sun And You And I Cross-Eyed Mary La Villa Strangiato Station to Station Billy the Mountain Just the Same I’m Not in Love John Barleycorn Forgotten Sons Epitaph Games Without Frontiers Bel Air Lucky Man The Knife Starless and Bible Black Europe Endless Out-Bloody-Rageous Renegade In-a-Gadda-Da-Vida Starship Trooper Death of Mother Nature Suite Meeting of the Spirits Trilogy: Sunlit Path/La Mere de la Mer/Tomorrow's Story Not the Same Time Montana Anthem The Isle of Everywhere Paradise/The Spell The Logical Song Minstrel in the Gallery Toccata The Return of the Giant Hogweed Long Distance Runaround Heaven is in Your Mind Pioneers Over C The Black Riders/Flight to the Ford Spinning Wheel I Robot All the Seats Were Occupied Nice, Nice, Very Nice Burlesque The Ikon The Wheel Boys in the Band One More Red Nightmare Piano Concerto No. 1 Yours is No Disgrace Set the Controls for the Heart of the Sun The Spirit of Radio Rivmic Melodies Lamplight Symphony Dance on a Volcano Nutrocker Baker St. Muse Ruckzuck In a Glass House Stratosfear C’thulu Thulu Lunar Sea Lizard The Revealing Science of God Paper Sun One Word Peg Mr. Blue Sky Conquistador You Shouldn’t Do That I’ve Seen All Good People Bitches Brew Knots Utopia Theme Messin’ (Manfred Mann) Interestellar Overdrive Evil Woman Jury (Trapeze) Dogs Locomotive Breath Percolations, pt. 1 and 2 Fugazi 4.50 AM (Go Fishing) Trouble Every Day Esther’s Nose Job In the Cage Siberian Khatru I Talk to the Wind From the Beginning Child in Time Mama Big-Eyed Beans from Venus Why Don’t You Just Drop In? Pictures of a City Tom Sawyer Perpetual ChangeAlso, I didn't include progressive metal. I hate that. more

Voting Question: how can I improve this chapter, is anything missing from it (it is long)?

Anke stared out of the window as Johannes paced up and down behind her bouncing the bundle in his arms. "It's all changed Johannes. It's not safe to bring her up, not here. Not now." Said Anke as she turned to them "I know but she's got us to keep her safe." Replied Johannes as Anke took the bundle off him "No, Johannes. We aren't enough to keep her safe not anymore. If we thought it was bad a year ago, it's at least 10 times worse. People are dying; we're being searched for because of what we do and for me being Jewish and you shooting your father. They don't even know that Susanne exists and if they did they would probably be chasing her down too and she's only two months old." Snapped Anke as she unbundled Susanne "I never wanted to kill him; I just couldn't do what he wanted. I'm not one of them Anke and I don't ever want to be one of them. I know everything has changed. We can't stay anywhere more than three days encase someone comes searching for us" Said Johannes as Anke sat on the floor still cradling Susanne. "I'm not arguing with you in front of Susanne. Especially about everything that has put us in this situation. I'm seventeen and fed up of arguing with you like we've been married twenty three years when we've only been dating for three years and spent one of those years hiding and trying to be hidden from the radar as we try to achieve liberation for the dammed." Replied Anke "No Anke. You've been trying to achieve in impossible." Shouted Johannes livid with her just for getting him involved Susanne started to cry as Anke look at Johannes. "I'm not making you stay with us; I never forced you to stay. If you don't want to be here then don't think I'm forcing you to stay." Replied Anke Anke watched as Johannes grabbed his belongings from around the room. Once night fell Anke prepared to leave the building with a sleeping Susanne tied to her torso. She blew out the candle before making her way to the stairs with her bag. The stairs were metal and rusted, with each step they creaked which spooked Anke slightly. Susanne stirred in her sleep as the lights turned on in the building. Anke stayed still, there was no movement or sound. "Anke, Anke" Hissed a voice above her. Her eyes shot up and she saw Johannes hanging over the railings at the top. "I thought you had gone." She retorted "No, I haven't. Well I had but that doesn't matter. Get up here, the Gestapo are in the building. If we are quick we can escape. I have found a way out." The sense of urgency was clear in his voice. Anke rolled her eyes before she traced her steps back as silently as possible. Once she was off the stairs she ran because each floor was pretty solid and didn't make a sound. As he waited Johannes checked the bullets in his pistol before running his hands through his hair. He had four bullets out of six remaining. When he saw Anke he brushed the hair out of her face and kissed her. She was a different person to the one she was a year ago. She was tired both mentally and physically which was reflected in her thin and starved frame and the pained, tired look on her face. Her brown eyes where all red and around her eyes was swollen from crying and allergies. Her blonde hair was a little greasy because water was hard for them to find. "Anke. I've found somewhere for us to stay a bit longer than three days but we need to get a move on." Smiled Johannes as he took her bag off her "No. I'm not going." Said Anke as she took the bag back and placed it over her shoulder "Yes you are. I'm not going to see you or Susanne get hurt. Will you lower your voice before some one hears us?" hissed Johannes "No, I will not be going anywhere with you. I'd rather turn myself in than go be with you right now," Hissed Anke as she made her way to the emergency exit. "Anke, no!" snapped Johannes just as she opened the door. A bell rang as the exit as alarmed to the bell, Anke could hear shouting in German as Johannes grabbed her wrist and pulled her after him. As they ran down flights of stairs they could hear the Gestapo still shouting over the bell. Johannes pulled Anke into a hidden office when a gun was fired at close range. Johannes stepped towards the man who was sat at the desk. He placed two fingers against the man's wrists before he looked at Anke. Anke dropped the pistol to the ground as she watched Johannes check the man over. "Why did you shoot him?" asked Johannes as he looked at her "I don't know. I just did it," Panicked Anke as she started pacing up and down. "Will you calm down? Working yourself up into the state I did will not help you or us," hissed Johannes as he took her by the arm to stop her walking about and making noise. "We need to stay quiet. They can't find us here if we don't make a sound." Said Johannes Anke looked at Johannes before she noticed a window. "We could go out the window and down into the harbour. No one will find us if we are in the water," Whispered Anke"You can't swim and I can't hold both you and keep Susanne's head above the water. We'll be fine here until morning. Just sleep," said Johannes as they both sat down in a corner. Johannes placed his coat around Anke and Susanne to keep them warm as she leant on his shoulder Johannes gently nudged her awake as he held Susanne in his arms. Anke didn't move as he nudged her, so he waited a couple minutes before trying again. "Anke, wake up," Whispered Johannes as he placed a light kiss on her temple. Her eyes flickered open; the light of day stung her eyes as she arose from her slumber. "We need to get moving. I've loaded both pistols and there were extra rounds in the cupboard which I have taken. I had a wander with Susanne whilst you slept all back here is hidden." Said Johannes as Anke stretched out. "You smell different. All clean." Mumbled Anke "I found a bath. Go have a quick bath and change your clothes then we'll leave," Said Johannes as he led her out of the room.Anke sat in the cold, white, moulding bath tub, just staring at the silver tap. The walls were creeping with damp and were white as well. Her clothes were neatly laid out of the small wooden beach. Her towel was old and threadbare; she assumed it was older than she was. As she dried herself off with the towel she noticed her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes were sunken with circles of dark blue and purple under them; her skin was pale as if she was sick. Before the war and the hiding Anke had been slender but now she was starved, her ribs poked out and her spinal cord could be seen if she leant forward. As she pulled on her socks she noticed her nails were chewed but clean. Her legs were bruised, her arms were cut but her determination was not scratched. As she left the bathroom she heard Johannes talking to Susanne."We have to talk mummy out of this and leave Germany. It's not safe for you or her, I'm German and they don't know I killed your grandfather so I'm not in danger," Said Johannes as he walked around the room bouncing Susanne. When Anke appeared in the doorway Johannes looked at her. "If you're safe why did you come with me? Why did you let me put you in danger? Why let me nearly lose you?" asked Anke with tears welling in her eyes "I love you. It's so simple Anke. Nothing will ever stop me loving you. What's our plan?" asked Johannes. "We'll leave here and go to Berlin. That's the dangerous plan or the simple safe plan is we go to France and forget liberating and starting a resistance. Your choice" she said "Well we've come this far. It'll be a shame not to go the whole distance." Smiled Johannes "Are we completely hidden back here? We need to start making a plan." Said Anke "Completely hidden, we're in an annex no one knows about."Could you point out the grammatical mistakes to me? Grammar isn't my strongest point, showing them to me will help me improve my grammar. more

Resolved Question: Trying to make a list of the 300+ greatest progressive rock songs. In need of help?

Any songs I should add? Genesis - White Mountain, The Knife, The Musical Box, The Return of the Giant Hogweed, The Fountain of Salmacis, Watcher of the Skies, Get ‘em out by Friday, Supper’s Ready, Dancing with the Moonlit Knight, Firth of Fifth, The Battle of Epping Forest, The Cinema Show, The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway, In the Cage, the Carpet Crawlers, Dance on a Volcano, Eleventh Earl of Mar, One for the Vine Yes - Yours is No Disgrace, Starship Trooper, I’ve Seen All Good People, Perpetual Change, Roundabout, South Side of the Sky, Long Distance Runaround/The Fish, Heart of the Sunrise, America, Close to the Edge, And You And I, Siberian Khatru, The Revealing Science of God, Ritual, The Gates of Delirium, Sound Chaser, Awaken King Crimson - 21st Century Schizoid Man, I Talk to the Wind, Epitaph, Moonchild, In the Court of the Crimson King, The Devil’s Triangle, Lizard, Larks’ Tongues in Aspic, Starless and Bible Black, Red, One More Red Nightmare, Starless, Elephant Talk, Discipline Emerson Lake and Palmer - Take a Pebble, Tank, Lucky Man, Tarkus, Bitches Crystal, Nutrocker, The Endless Enigma, From the Beginning, Hoedown, Trilogy, Abaddon’s Bolero, Toccata, Still...You Turn Me On, Karn Evil 9, Piano Concerto No. 1, C’est La Vie, Fanfare for the Common Man, Pirates Pink Floyd - Set the Controls for the Heart of the Sun, A Saucerful of Secrets, Atom Heart Mother, Echoes, One of These Days, Time, Shine On You Crazy Diamond, Dogs, Pigs (Three Different Ones) Jethro Tull - Aqualung, Cross-Eyed Mary, My God, Hymn 43, Locomotive Breath, Thick as a Brick, A Passion Play, Minstrel in the Gallery, Baker St. Muse, Bungle in the Jungle Rush - Anthem, By-tor and the Snow Dog, The Necromancer, The Fountain of Lamneth, 2112, Xanadu, Closer to the Heart, Cygnus X-1, La Villa Strangiato, The Spirit of Radio, Jacob’s Ladder, Natural Science, Tom Sawyer Frank Zappa - Trouble Every Day, The Return of the Son of Monster Magnet, Absolutely Free suite, Absolutely Free, The Idiot Bastard Son, Lumpy Gravy, Peaches en Regalia, Willie the Pimp, It Must Be a Camel, Billy the Mountain, Big Swifty, Camarillo Brillo, Montana, Cosmik Debris, Inca Roads, The Adventures of Greggory Peccary Kraftwerk - Ruckzuck, KlingKlang, Tanzmusik, Autobahn, Radioactivity, Europe Endless, Trans-Europe Express, The Robot, Das Model Traffic - Heaven is in Your Mind, Dear Mr. Fantasy, Paper Sun, Hole in my Shoe, All You Can Join In, Feelin’ Alright, Feeling Good, Glad, Empty Pages, John Barleycorn, The Low Spark of High-Heeled Boys Gentle Giant - Advent of Panurge, Just the Same, Pantagruel’s Nativity, Knots, In a Glass House, Boys in the Band, On Reflection, So Sincere, Design, Funny Ways Van der Graaf Generator - A Plague of Lighthouse Keepers, Lemmings, House With No Door, Pioneers Over C Magma - Riah Sahiltaahk, Mekanik Zain, Mekanik Destruktiw Kommandoh, Kohntarkosz, De Futura The Moody Blues - Nights in White Satin, A Question, Tuesday Afternoon The Soft Machine - Moon in June, Out-Bloody-Rageous, Rivmic Melodies, Virtually, Esther’s Nose Job Marillion (Fish) - Script for a Jester’s Tear, He Knows You Know Garden Party, Forgotten Sons, Fugazi, Kayleigh, Blind Curve..., Bitter Suite, Incommunicado Gong - Tropical Fish: Selene, Flying Teapot, The Isle of Everywhere, Ooby-Scooby Doomsday..., Esnuria, Percolations pt. 1 and 2, I’ve Bin Stone Before..., Heavy Tune, Other Side of the Sky, I Never Glid Before Kansas - The Pinnacle, Magnum Opus, Death of Mother Nature Suite, Song for America, Incomudro: Hymn to the Atman Tangerine Dream - Phaedra, Mysterious Semblance At the Strand of Nightmares, Ricochet, Pt. 2, Stratosfear, Cherokee Land, Force Majeure, Cloudburst Flight, Atem Caravan - Nine Feet Underground, Policeman, In the Land of Grey and Pink, C'thulu Thulu, Waterloo Lily, Hello Hello, Memory Lain, Hugh/Headloss Uriah Heep - Lady in Black, Salisbury, July Morning, Paradise/The Spell Camel - Lady Fantasy, Lunar Sea, First Light, Echoes, You Make Me Smile, Ice Peter Gabriel - Here Comes the Flood, Solsbury Hill, Waiting for the Big One, Games Without Frontiers, Biko, Sledgehammer The Mahavishnu Orchestra - Meeting of the Spirits, You Know You Know, Birds of Fire, One Word, Trilogy Suite, Hymn to Him, Inner Worlds Pt. 1 & 2 Others: Tubular Bells by Mike Oldfield, Catherine of Aragon by Rick Wakeman, Autumn and Antique Suite, both by the Strawbs, Kuiama by ELO, Hallalewah, Pinch, Yoo Doo Right, and Bel Air by Can, Fool’s Overture and Brother Where You Bound by Supertramp, Come Sail Away and Renegade by StyxPlease, no 'add more' comments, ESPECIALLY for Pink Floyd.Please, try to use SPECIFIC songs!Also, I want no progressive metal. more

Resolved Question: Is this a good start to a book??? Romance/drama?

There are many types of guys in the world. The jocks, the business-is-everything guys, and the flat out annoying jerks. I have let them tear me up numerous times before. I am done with that. Men are very cruel. Let’s just say I really don’t need or want a man in my life, with my father as an acception. I stand in a huge mass of noisy people. Busy moms telling their kids to be quiet and dads shaking their heads. Of course, it would not be a public airport without couples holding hands walking side by side, telling each other how much they love each other. I’m trying to get to Los Angeles where my parents live. A faint ringing sound alerts me and I scramble to find my cell phone in my purse. “Hello” I say as I flip it open. “Hi honey, your mother wanted me to call you and make sure your flight is still on time. You know how your mother can be. Please just tell me so I can assure her you will make it out okay to our house.” I could have guessed it would be my parents calling. I swear my mom is paranoid, nervous, and worried about everything. “Dad, I just got past security so I haven’t even looked yet. I will call you back when I check it and please tell mom to not worry. So a little snow came, big whoop!” I say a little bit annoyed. “Okay Katie but your mother will not be too happy. I understand though. She cooks some mean meals and is wonderful but…..well, we all have our flaws.” He chuckles into the phone. “Ha ha. Thanks dad. I have to go but I will call you soon. Love you. Bye.” As I close my cell phone something catches my eye. But it’s gone as soon as it appears. Katie, how much coffee have you had? Apparently not enough! I start walking past hurried travelers to a coffee shop. I stare at the menu long enough to memorize it. As I step up to the counter I ask for a large hazelnut coffee. “Anything else?” the thin, pale man asks. “No thanks.” “Okay that will be $1.75.” I hand him a crisp five dollar bill and he hands me my change. Walking out, I grab a newspaper. The big screens that have departures and arrivals information say the gate I need to get to gate B18. Watching the happy couples, I stagger over to my gate. I scan the area, finding a seat. A girl about 16 years old is on my left, looking out the window. “Is this seat taken?” I ask. “No, it is just a lonely empty seat that has been torn apart in every way I can think of,” She replies. I don’t reply because, well, I cannot think of anything to say back to that. As I look out the window I can see the sun rise in the east, glistening on the snow. Sipping my coffee is always a good thing. It gives me time to think. To think about anything and everything. I know one thing, I won’t be thinking about men. Oh! My parents! I forgot to call them, so I go to the desk where a tall blonde is working on a computer. Just to make sure the boards with departures and arrivals were right, I ask her if my flight is on time. “Is the 8:05 flight to Los Angeles still on time?” The woman looks at her computer and replies, “It is delayed for at least a few hours, sorry.” “Okay thank you.” ****. I dial my parents’ number in my phone. “Hello?” “Hey Dad, my flight has been delayed at least a few hours. Hopefully the snow will stop soon.” “Oh man, is there another flight leaving to somewhere else and then maybe a flight to L.A.?” he asks. “No, I don’t think so. None of the planes can take off because of all the snow.” “Alright well hopefully you can get here soon.” “Yeah. I will call you if it gets delayed more or if we leave earlier.” “Okay thanks. Bye honey.” “Bye Dad.” What am I supposed to do for at least a few hours in an airport? I go back to my seat and finish the rest of my coffee. The teenager that was sitting next to me stares at the ceiling ignoring me completely and suddenly says something. “Have you ever wanted something so badly when you know you can’t have it?” she asks. I look around wondering if she is talking to me. “Uh not really,” I answer. “No really, have you ever wanted anything, anything at all that you knew you were not supposed to have or able to have?” She says. “Well, when I was little I wanted a doll that I knew I couldn’t have because both of my parents lost their jobs for about a year and we didn’t have extra spending money.” I look into her deep red eyes. She smiles like she wished that had happened to her. The girl’s long brown hair hangs down her body. “Yeah,” She says. A long pause whistled through the air and waited. I got up to get more coffee and a sandwich. The girl looks at me with sad eyes. “I am going to get another coffee and a sandwich, do you want to come with?” “Yes please,” the girl replies. So we walk into the same little coffee shop and I buy us both small cappuccinos. She thanks me and sits down at a table, I along with her. “I never got your name,” I ask, “My name is Katie Irving.” “Nice to meet you Katie, my name is Rachel.” “It is a pleasure, Rachel.” “So where are you from?" “ more

Resolved Question: Is this a good start to a book? PLEASE READ--Romance, Drama, Happy?

There are many types of guys in the world. The jocks, the business-is-everything guys, and the flat out annoying jerks. I have let them tear me up numerous times before. I am done with that. Men are very cruel. Let’s just say I really don’t need or want a man in my life, with my father as an acception. I stand in a huge mass of noisy people. Busy moms telling their kids to be quiet and dads shaking their heads. Of course, it would not be a public airport without couples holding hands walking side by side, telling each other how much they love each other. I’m trying to get to Los Angeles where my parents live. A faint ringing sound alerts me and I scramble to find my cell phone in my purse. “Hello” I say as I flip it open. “Hi honey, your mother wanted me to call you and make sure your flight is still on time. You know how your mother can be. Please just tell me so I can assure her you will make it out okay to our house.” I could have guessed it would be my parents calling. I swear my mom is paranoid, nervous, and worried about everything. “Dad, I just got past security so I haven’t even looked yet. I will call you back when I check it and please tell mom to not worry. So a little snow came, big whoop!” I say a little bit annoyed. “Okay Katie but your mother will not be too happy. I understand though. She cooks some mean meals and is wonderful but…..well, we all have our flaws.” He chuckles into the phone. “Ha ha. Thanks dad. I have to go but I will call you soon. Love you. Bye.” As I close my cell phone something catches my eye. But it’s gone as soon as it appears. Katie, how much coffee have you had? Apparently not enough! I start walking past hurried travelers to a coffee shop. I stare at the menu long enough to memorize it. As I step up to the counter I ask for a large hazelnut coffee. “Anything else?” the thin, pale man asks. “No thanks.” “Okay that will be $1.75.” I hand him a crisp five dollar bill and he hands me my change. Walking out, I grab a newspaper. The big screens that have departures and arrivals information say the gate I need to get to gate B18. Watching the happy couples, I stagger over to my gate. I scan the area, finding a seat. A girl about 16 years old is on my left, looking out the window. “Is this seat taken?” I ask. “No, it is just a lonely empty seat that has been torn apart in every way I can think of,” She replies. I don’t reply because, well, I cannot think of anything to say back to that. As I look out the window I can see the sun rise in the east, glistening on the snow. Sipping my coffee is always a good thing. It gives me time to think. To think about anything and everything. I know one thing, I won’t be thinking about men. Oh! My parents! I forgot to call them, so I go to the desk where a tall blonde is working on a computer. Just to make sure the boards with departures and arrivals were right, I ask her if my flight is on time. “Is the 8:05 flight to Los Angeles still on time?” The woman looks at her computer and replies, “It is delayed for at least a few hours, sorry.” “Okay thank you.” Shit. I dial my parents’ number in my phone. “Hello?” “Hey Dad, my flight has been delayed at least a few hours. Hopefully the snow will stop soon.” “Oh man, is there another flight leaving to somewhere else and then maybe a flight to L.A.?” he asks. “No, I don’t think so. None of the planes can take off because of all the snow.” “Alright well hopefully you can get here soon.” “Yeah. I will call you if it gets delayed more or if we leave earlier.” “Okay thanks. Bye honey.” “Bye Dad.” What am I supposed to do for at least a few hours in an airport? I go back to my seat and finish the rest of my coffee. The teenager that was sitting next to me stares at the ceiling ignoring me completely and suddenly says something. “Have you ever wanted something so badly when you know you can’t have it?” she asks. I look around wondering if she is talking to me. “Uh not really,” I answer. “No really, have you ever wanted anything, anything at all that you knew you were not supposed to have or able to have?” She says. “Well, when I was little I wanted a doll that I knew I couldn’t have because both of my parents lost their jobs for about a year and we didn’t have extra spending money.” I look into her deep red eyes. She smiles like she wished that had happened to her. The girl’s long brown hair hangs down her body. “Yeah,” She says. A long pause whistled through the air and waited. I got up to get more coffee and a sandwich. The girl looks at me with sad eyes. “I am going to get another coffee and a sandwich, do you want to come with?” “Yes please,” the girl replies. So we walk into the same little coffee shop and I buy us both small cappuccinos. She thanks me and sits down at a table, I along with her. “I never got your name,” I ask, “My name is Katie Irving.” “Nice to meet you Katie, my name is Rachel.” “It is a pleasure, Rachel.” “So where are you from?” more

Resolved Question: Is this a good start to a book?? Romance, Drama....?

There are many types of guys in the world. The jocks, the business-is-everything guys, and the flat out annoying jerks. I have let them tear me up numerous times before. I am done with that. Men are very cruel. Let’s just say I really don’t need or want a man in my life, with my father as an acception. I stand in a huge mass of noisy people. Busy moms telling their kids to be quiet and dads shaking their heads. Of course, it would not be a public airport without couples holding hands walking side by side, telling each other how much they love each other. I’m trying to get to Los Angeles where my parents live. A faint ringing sound alerts me and I scramble to find my cell phone in my purse. “Hello” I say as I flip it open. “Hi honey, your mother wanted me to call you and make sure your flight is still on time. You know how your mother can be. Please just tell me so I can assure her you will make it out okay to our house.” I could have guessed it would be my parents calling. I swear my mom is paranoid, nervous, and worried about everything. “Dad, I just got past security so I haven’t even looked yet. I will call you back when I check it and please tell mom to not worry. So a little snow came, big whoop!” I say a little bit annoyed. “Okay Katie but your mother will not be too happy. I understand though. She cooks some mean meals and is wonderful but…..well, we all have our flaws.” He chuckles into the phone. “Ha ha. Thanks dad. I have to go but I will call you soon. Love you. Bye.” As I close my cell phone something catches my eye. But it’s gone as soon as it appears. Katie, how much coffee have you had? Apparently not enough! I start walking past hurried travelers to a coffee shop. I stare at the menu long enough to memorize it. As I step up to the counter I ask for a large hazelnut coffee. “Anything else?” the thin, pale man asks. “No thanks.” “Okay that will be $1.75.” I hand him a crisp five dollar bill and he hands me my change. Walking out, I grab a newspaper. The big screens that have departures and arrivals information say the gate I need to get to gate B18. Watching the happy couples, I stagger over to my gate. I scan the area, finding a seat. A girl about 16 years old is on my left, looking out the window. “Is this seat taken?” I ask. “No, it is just a lonely empty seat that has been torn apart in every way I can think of,” She replies. I don’t reply because, well, I cannot think of anything to say back to that. As I look out the window I can see the sun rise in the east, glistening on the snow. Sipping my coffee is always a good thing. It gives me time to think. To think about anything and everything. I know one thing, I won’t be thinking about men. Oh! My parents! I forgot to call them, so I go to the desk where a tall blonde is working on a computer. Just to make sure the boards with departures and arrivals were right, I ask her if my flight is on time. “Is the 8:05 flight to Los Angeles still on time?” The woman looks at her computer and replies, “It is delayed for at least a few hours, sorry.” “Okay thank you.” Shit. I dial my parents’ number in my phone. “Hello?” “Hey Dad, my flight has been delayed at least a few hours. Hopefully the snow will stop soon.” “Oh man, is there another flight leaving to somewhere else and then maybe a flight to L.A.?” he asks. “No, I don’t think so. None of the planes can take off because of all the snow.” “Alright well hopefully you can get here soon.” “Yeah. I will call you if it gets delayed more or if we leave earlier.” “Okay thanks. Bye honey.” “Bye Dad.” What am I supposed to do for at least a few hours in an airport? I go back to my seat and finish the rest of my coffee. The teenager that was sitting next to me stares at the ceiling ignoring me completely and suddenly says something. “Have you ever wanted something so badly when you know you can’t have it?” she asks. I look around wondering if she is talking to me. “Uh not really,” I answer. “No really, have you ever wanted anything, anything at all that you knew you were not supposed to have or able to have?” She says. “Well, when I was little I wanted a doll that I knew I couldn’t have because both of my parents lost their jobs for about a year and we didn’t have extra spending money.” I look into her deep red eyes. She smiles like she wished that had happened to her. The girl’s long brown hair hangs down her body. “Yeah,” She says. A long pause whistled through the air and waited. I got up to get more coffee and a sandwich. The girl looks at me with sad eyes. “I am going to get another coffee and a sandwich, do you want to come with?” “Yes please,” the girl replies. So we walk into the same little coffee shop and I buy us both small cappuccinos. She thanks me and sits down at a table, I along with her. “I never got your name,” I ask, “My name is Katie Irving.” “Nice to meet you Katie, my name is Rachel.” “It is a pleasure, Rachel.” “So where are you from?” more

Voting Question: Is this poem any good?

The Return Will we make it on time? The bus slows down, stops. Red light shines. My erratic heart beats hate, hate, hate. They're all talking, happy. Me in the back, ugly, staring Like festering rot on a tree. Remember that pathetic tourist trap, the "Venice" of China? One hundred degrees and a stranger asks for my picture. Sweat and stench of scallions absorb into my pores Just hold your breath, girl. It'll be quick-- Middle aged with a salt soaked Disney shirt. How many strangers have my picture now? Remember school--the school! Never stopping, suffocating, thick cotton on a summer day. You don't deserve to be here, she says in broken English. Glowering from a plastic desk I am a termite in a wooden house, unwanted. Five PM, run out, away from there. I don't need the group, I can do it by myself. Thirty minutes on a subway, raining, raining. We will make it on time! Bags checked, they said goodbye, I just stare away. Just thirteen hours of feverish waiting left, the stage of imprisonment. A flash of light--A stranger walks away with my picture for the last time! I board the plane shaking And scamper out of there like a dog from a crate. Remember the shopping trip with Cal and Howie? Rickshaws are meant for two, not three. They didn't want to take me along anyway, I'm a penny in a wallet of dimes. Wait! Where are you going?! I stand on the curb alone. Shouting confusion, flashing brown eyes. Their voices a gravel rockslide their eyes splinters. All alone I stand, apathetic. What will they say when I descend that escalator Rushing into their arms, sinewy, tired. Will they understand? Supposed time of my life, promises turned to shit. Only five hours until America--My country, my love. The flight attendant offers me a drink. It's been six weeks since I've had milk. Feel that air! Clean air, rubbing up against my lungs like a cat in heat. Nothing could feel better--I'm home at last. There they are, waiting like I'd hoped. Nerves turn my stomach--It's been so long. They will never know what it was like. America is so beautiful. more

Resolved Question: Is this a good opening to a novel? hows the writing? any tips? Thanks so much I really appreciate this!....;,?

Chapter 1--The Eye of the Bird The gentle evening clouds began forming on the western front, as a cold breeze flew past the man sitting on the edge of the forest. The man was particularly bundled up with his snowcap covering his eyes, a scarf his neck, and a thick blanket covering all of his neck down. The man was no fan of the winter, but he felt that dealing with the cold was a necessity to being out with nature, and the cold wasn’t too bad when all bundled up, except for the expoliates that laid naked to the wind. The man’s nose was bright red, and sensing, actually sensing nothing, the man pulled a hand from underneath the blanket to check to see if his nose was still there. Peter Faust was the man who sat on the edge of the forest, and he stared out into the forest for hours, looking at all the wondrous trees and animals the forest had to offer. The leaves have all disappeared and snow has yet to fall this season, allowing Peter to gaze farther into the woods then he has ever been able too, yet he could see no end. The forest stretched as far as his imagination. “Honey, are you ready to come inside? It’s getting dark.” Peter turned around and saw his wife Rachel standing just outside their backdoor. She looked uncomfortable in the wind, waiting impatiently for a response from him, but Peter just stared back at his wife with a stupid glare. Eventually giving up Rachel walked back inside slamming the door behind her. So many troubles have befallen Peter over the months, problems Peter can’t comprehend, but knows they are there. Previously Peter worked at a nearby university as a very renowned Professor of Philosophy. His co-workers revered him and the students crammed into his class to hear him speak. He had such fascinating ideas, in which he expressed them fluently with unbelievable clarity that made everyone of his students feel as if they just become enlightened after one of his classes. He eventually published a very popular book The Transcendentalist . However, just over a year ago Peter got diagnosed with schizophrenia and some various other dementia problems that destroyed Peter’s ability to think. He used to be a philosopher, sitting for others, pondering the wonders of the world, now his mind is so drunk on drugs, making it impossible for him to have a continuous and complex thought processes. By the time he reached the end of a sentence, he already forgot what the beginning of the sentence was. And this made Peter terribly frustrated because he still remembers what it was like to run through ideas at a furious pace, exploring the thrill of new possibilities, but now his mind is paralyzed. He’s like a sick dog staring out the window, just wanting to play in the meadow. In any other situation, his mind cannot even elevate itself to thinking what he wants to do tomorrow, but whenever he’s sitting and staring into the forest, a little blip on energy flickers in his mind. It’s like when somebody’s heart fails and the heart rate monitor has a straight continuous line with one drawn out beeeeep, but when some energy was applied to the heart, the continuous line breaks a little. This energy in terms to Peter was the forest. There was something that lured him that made him remember what it was like to wonder. Maybe it was the tall, endless tree that never ceased to occupy Peter’s attention because he jumped from tree to tree, staring at each one’s beauty and magnitude. Or maybe it was the countless animals he could see flying and jumping from tree to tree, or even the countless animals that he couldn’t see but made their presence known by their hoots and their hollers. Whatever it was there was something very powerful in this forest, so powerful that it created a spark in Peter’s dead brain. Back when Peter had his health, he didn’t make so much as a glance to the woods behind his house, but now Peter would give anything to explore those woods. He can’t though due to his confinement to his wheelchair. To the end of the patio was as far as he could go, for the wheels would get stuck in the grass, and he dared not make Rachel angry by calling out to her for help. Nevertheless, he still wished he could just touch one of those trees. Being too occupied staring into the forest, Peter failed to notice a raven circling him from above. Eventually it caught his eye, and he tilted his head back staring up into the epicenter of the bird’s perfect circular flight. A hundred feet up, Faust could barely make out the type of bird, but he knew it was a raven when it let out a horrifying screech. Curious, yet slightly unnverved at the evident interest the bird took in him, Peter began wheeling his chair backwards, which the bird took into account in its flight, never quitting its circular flight around Peter. Stunned by this, Peter watched the bird go around and around as if it was a fan blade twirling in an endless circle. Then for no reason it was off, flying headstrong into the forest. Fa more

Resolved Question: 100 things to do before you die?

would you do this things? please try to read if not then just tell me some of the things you would like to do i found it on a website please star xD Attend at least one major sporting event: the Super Bowl, the Olympics, the U.S. Open. Throw a huge party and invite every one of your friends. Swim with a dolphin. Skydive. Have your portrait painted. Learn to speak a foreign language and make sure you use it. Go skinny-dipping at midnight in the South of France. Watch the launch of the space shuttle. Spend a whole day eating junk food without feeling guilty. Be an extra in a film. Tell someone the story of your life, sparing no details. Make love on a forest floor. Make love on a train. Learn to rollerblade. Own a room with a view. Brew your own beer. Learn how to take a compliment. Buy a round-the-world air ticket and a rucksack, and run away. Grow a beard and leave it for at least a month. Give your mother a dozen red roses and tell her you love her. Be a member of the audience in a TV show. Put your name down to be a passenger on the first tourist shuttle to the moon. Send a message in a bottle. Ride a camel into the desert. Get to know your neighbors. Plant a tree. Learn not to say yes when you really mean no. Write a fan letter to your all-time favorite hero or heroine. Visit the Senate and the House of Representatives to see how Congress really works. Learn to ballroom dance properly. Eat jellied eels from a stall in London. Be the boss. Fall deeply in love -- helplessly and unconditionally. Ride the Trans-Siberian Express across Asia. Sit on a jury. Write the novel you know you have inside you. Go to Walden Pond and read Thoreau while drifting in a canoe. Stay out all night dancing and go to work the next day without having gone home (just once). Drink beer at Oktoberfest in Munich. Be someone's mentor. Shower in a waterfall. Ask for a raise. Learn to play a musical instrument with some degree of skill. Teach someone illiterate to read. Be one of the first to take a flight on the new Airbus A380. Spend a night in a haunted house -- by yourself. Write down your personal mission statement, follow it, and revise it from time to time. See a lunar eclipse. Spend New Year's in an exotic location. Get passionate about a cause and spend time helping it, instead of just thinking about it. Experience weightlessness. Sing a great song in front of an audience. Ask someone you've only just met to go on a date. Drive across America from coast to coast. Make a complete and utter fool of yourself. Own one very expensive but absolutely wonderful business suit. Write your will. Sleep under the stars. Take a ride on the highest roller coaster in the country. Learn how to complain effectively -- and do it! Go wild in Rio during Carnival. Spend a whole day reading a great novel. Forgive your parents. Learn to juggle with three balls. Drive the Autobahn. Find a job you love. Spend Christmas on the beach drinking pina coladas. Overcome your fear of failure. Raft through the Grand Canyon. Donate money and put your name on something: a college scholarship, a bench in the park. Buy your own house and then spend time making it into exactly what you want. Grow a garden. Spend three months getting your body into optimum shape. Drive a convertible with the top down and music blaring. Accept yourself for who you are. Learn to use a microphone and give a speech in public. Scuba dive off Australia's Great Barrier Reef. Go up in a hot-air balloon. Attend one really huge rock concert. Kiss someone you've just met on a blind date. Be able to handle: your tax forms, Jehovah's Witnesses, your banker, telephone solicitors. Give to a charity -- anonymously. Lose more money than you can afford at roulette in Vegas. Let someone feed you peeled, seedless grapes. Kiss the Blarney stone and develop the gift of gab. Fart in a crowded space. Make love on the kitchen floor. Go deep sea fishing and eat your catch. Create your own web site. Visit the Holy Land. Make yourself spend a half-day at a concentration camp and swear never to forget. Run to the top of the Statue of Liberty. Create your Family Tree. Catch a ball in the stands of a major league baseball stadium. Make a hole-in-one. Ski a double-black diamond run. Learn to bartend. Run a marathon. Look into your child's eyes, see yourself, and smile. Reflect on your greatest weakness, and realize how it is your greatest strength. kiss that one person you love in the pouring rain and tell them you love them more

Voting Question: What are some very good thriller movies?

NO scary or horror movies! I like movies like Red Eye, Flight Plan, Taken, Panic Room, etc. Have any more?Seen transformers and dark night, but thanks though :] more

Voting Question: What can I do on an airplane (6 hour flight) to pass the time?

I will be taking a red-eye flight from Harrisburg, PA to London in 2 weeks. Since it's a red-eye flight what kinds of sleeping aids if any should I take because all I want to do is just be able to sleep on the plane. It's roughly a 6 hr flight across the Atlantic. We leave at 10pm also. Also, what can I do on the flight to pass the time? Is there anyway I can plug my laptop into the plane? What kinds of things can I put in my carryon that will keep my attention for 6 hours? What do you do on planes to remain comfortable? Also, when you travel what kinds of food do you take on the plane with you? I want to avoid having to buy food at the airport because it's expensive. Any flying TIPS needed!!!! more

Resolved Question: Can you answer this Santa's Reindeer Riddle?

santa's reindeer must have their harnesses ready for their christmas eve flight. no two of the reindeer wear the same color harnesses and trim. the reindeer are dasher dancer prancer vixen comet cupid donner blitzen. the harness colors are gold white green yellow red orange brown purple. What is the color of each reindeer's harness? Clues: 1. the two lead reindeer have orange and purple harnesses. 2. no reindeer has a harness whose color starts with the same letter as his name 3. no reindeer has a harness color ending with the same letter as the last letter of his name. 4. gold and white stand side by side 5. blitzen followed comet, and donner followed blitzen. 6. dasher didnt wear gold, green, brown 7. The last 2 reindeer wore yellow and brown 8. every reindeer flew beside a partner sharing either the first or last letter of his name or both. 9. comet wore a christmas color 10. vixen wore white 11. dancer's harness matched his eyes 12. the reindeer in orange stood directly in front of the reindeer in red more

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Resolved Question: What kind of Hanukkah Gift should I recieve for being up for over 28 hours?

I had a red-eye flight, and some MF's kept me up all night by making-out in the seats next to me. o, needless to say I won't be able to get some sleep until tonight around 8, and that will be 37 hours after I woke up on Sunday Morning... What sort of gift should I buy mself tonight? more

Resolved Question: Get away week end in Alaska, any tips?

I want to take my girlfriend to Alaska for a week end, we've always been curious to explore this amazing state. We live in NYC and would love to take a flight on late Friday and take the red eye back on Sunday night. is there any website that has this kind of trip plans? more

Resolved Question: English Homework help! URGENT!!!?

Okay, well we have the poem Exposure by wilfred owen and our task is to fill in the gaps with words that arnt used in the text but that still have the same meanings and im really stuck! haha....please help Our brains ache, in the merciless iced east winds that ...(1)..... us ...(2).... we keep awake because the night is silent Low drooping flares ....(3).... our memory of the salient ...(4).... by silence, sentries ....(5)..., curious, nervous, But nothing happens. ....(6), we ...(7) the mad gusts ...(8)... on the wire. Like ...(9).. agonies of men among its brambles. Northward incessantly, the flickering gunnery ...(10).., Far off, like a dull rumour of some other war. What are we ...(11).. here? The poignant misery of dawn begins to ...(12)... We only know war l..(13), rain ...(14).., and clouds ..(15).. stormy. Dawn ..(16).. in the east her melancholy army ..(17).. once more in ranks on shivering ranks of gray, But nothing happens. Sudden successive flights of ...(18).. streak the silence. Less deadly than the air that s...(19)... black with snow, With sidelong flowing flakes that flock, ..(20).. and renew, We watch them ...(21).. up and down the wind's nonchalance, But nothing happens. Pale flakes with lingering stealth come ..(22).. for our faces - We ..(23).. in holes, back on forgotten dreams, and ...(24)., snow-dazed, Deep into grassier ditches. So we ..(25).., sun-dozed, ..(26).. with blossoms ...(27).. where the blackbird fusses. Is it that we are dying? Slowly our ghosts ..(28).. home: ..(29).. the sunk fires glozed With crusted dark-red jewels; crickets ..(30).. there; For hours the innocent mice rejoice: the house is theirs; Shutters and doors all closed: on us the doors are ..(31).. - We turn back to our dying. Since we ..(32).. not otherwise can kind fires ..(33)..; Now ever suns smile true on child, or field, or fruit. For God's invincible spring our love is made afraid; Therefore, not loath, we ..(34).. out here; therefore were born, For love of God seems dying. To-night, His frost will ..(35)... on this mud and us, ..(36).. many hands, ...(37)..foreheads crisp. The burying-party, picks and shovels in their shaking grasp, Pause over half-known faces. All their eyes are ice, But nothing happens. Wilfred Owen Please complete as many as you can in your answer write the number and then the word you think would fit well there!...Please help! x more

Resolved Question: relaxing in flight music suggestions?

I'm taking a nine-hour red eye [eek!] I'm looking for quiet-ish music, nothing too embarrassing like Enya! So far I have stuff from José Gonzales, Jack Johnson, Owl City, The Fray, Paolo Nutini, DeathCab for Cutie, Milow.... etc. Any ideas would be great! more

Voting Question: Is there any way to get cheap airline flights over christmas break?

possibly last minute deals or red eye flights more

Voting Question: When I am super tired and overly exhausted I start to feel like im not tired anymore. Why is that?

I am an airline pilot and I finished up a red eye flight from sju to sjc with a layover in La Guardia (had to drop of some passengers and refuel for the next leg) I have been up since yesterday around 8:00am and it is now 4:17am today. Earlier I was very tired/exhausted to the point where I am now not tired anymore. I feel like I could stay up the rest of today; I could run a marathon for goodness sake??? I feel that I cannot go to sleep and that if I try do to so it would be almost impossible? Is there a name for this? What is it? Can someone help me! more

Resolved Question: i am writing this story say i am 11 is this really good for a 11 year old?

Chapter 1 The Big Surprise I cant believe I am actually going I have been begging my mom forever to take me to Louisiana now you may not think Louisiana is a big deal for me my what I said mom is actually my foster mom but my real parents and family live in Louisiana and mom “mom” does not know that but I am still working out how I will get the time to find my real family I don’t know what is so important about the time my mom chose to go it is the worst weather they have now over oh say 100 degrees but I don’t care about the weather I just cant believe I am actually going!! So on July 16 I will really find out who, I, am,. “So I am all packed and ready to go mom” “Ok sweetie I will be right down I just have to pack a few last minute things” “ok I will be out in the car”. As I was walking out to the car and putting my things in our little 83’Honda Civic I saw one of my friends from school. Her name was Isabella, Isabel for short. ”Hey Isabel!” I said “Oh hi” she said as she ran across the street graceful as ever. She got to my side and gave me a hug but as she turned around her eyes tuck to the royal blue duffle bag with a tag that stated Makayla Green. She said “Really, Really do you finally get to go!!” her voice about as enthusiastic as I have ever heard it.” Yes I did I can’t believe it, it seams so surreal “She gave a big bear hug and held me tight. It was like she was my mom and I had won some big contest, and I said “what?” “Oh Makayla Green for the 8 years we have been best friends I have never seen you stick to something and come out with what you wanted I know I sound like a mom but I am so proud of you.” I gave her a big hug” Thanks” “Ok girls time to say good bye for a month our plane leaves in an hour” My mom said “Ok I will call you as much as I can ok” “Ok” she said “I will miss you” “I’ll Miss you to” We smiled at each other and then she departed with a small tear on her cheek. Me and my mom headed for the air port. So as we pulled up to the Arkansas international air port a small slender girl about 20 21 said “can I help you guys with you luggage?” “No thanks” My mom said sounding tired and panicked at the same time “Ok” she said her voice still as sweet as ever and strolled back to the air port. “Ok here is the plane tickets and our bags now lets head in the check in is to the left of the door show the person at the desk our tickets and give her our luggage while I go get in line for security” And if you cant tell she is a little stressed about the trip she is always stressed about the big things that are happening around her. So I checked in us and the luggage and I met my mom in the security line and then we made it just in time to jump on the plane. And as I sat down in the seat 13 B to be more specific I said to my self “This is where my journey begins.” The plane speeded down the run way and we got up to 10,000 people got out there laptops, I pods, cell phones, etc. I think I was the only one to open up a book, I was reading the novel called “Three Miles Away” it was about a girl in Hawaii who nearly escapes a volcano eruption alive. It is pretty good so far. So as I sit in my seat reading my book the flight attendant comes up in the monitor and says “Please buckle your seat belts and turn off all electronics Please we will be coming down the runway in about 15 min” so I did what she said and waited anxiously, excitedly 15 minutes seemed like an eternity but finally the attendant came up and said “Welcome to Louisiana”. those where the three words I had been waiting to hear for a long time I had heard it in dreams and in my head but I was finally hearing it for real I am FINALLY here. So me and my mom got off the plane and got our luggage and headed out, as I took my first step out I breathed in the hot humid Louisiana air crisp and hot as ever and oddly that was the perfect weather I preferred. And at that we headed for the hotel. On the way my mom asked me “Why where you so dead set on going to Louisiana anyway no one in our family or anybody that you know lives here?” and in my head I thought “from what you know of” and then I said “well I am just so interested in all of the sight seeing and I love it here in New Orleans “ “Ok” My mom said with curiosity in her voice as if she knew there was more to the situation than that. So we pulled up unloaded our luggage and headed up to room 104 not the best but it was a room. It had a queen size bed with a television cabinet with a 24” flat screen and a mini fridge and a bathroom and sink, Dark red carpet with cream walls. In my mind I said to my self “I am here”. Chapter 2 Finding Family So that night me and my mom just rested all then when she finally fell asleep the second she did I open up the laptop and went to my files and I had found the name of my uncle more

Resolved Question: Petrified! Need Advise!?

My son and I are taking a red-eye flight across the country. I'm really scared. I have a panic disorder, agoraphobia and claustrophobia. Any ideas for calming down while on the flight? i know I'll be drinking a bit however, any other advise would be greatly appreciated. Also, how is a red eye and a regular flight different? Will everyone be sleeping, lights out and will it be rude of me to request several drinks during the trip? Thanks! more

Resolved Question: Ladies, I dreamed that a catepillar talked to me and it had the voice of a Woman?

No joke. It was a grey colored catepillar. And she and I were out on a day date. We held hands and talked all day long. She sounded so sweet and innocent. She had a very soft voice, like the spider from Charlottes Web. She told me about the basic fundamentals of love and life. It was really deep. She also read to me a book. We were sitting in the park and there was green grass, and beautiful oak trees everywhere. There was also dandelions in a field. But she talked to me, and she said this. Be careful on how you handle a Woman's heart Zodiac. You are a good man, and you will be loved by her. And I was like what do you mean ? And she climbed down a flight of books under the picnic table. Then she was gone.......... It was a very vivid dream and very surreal. But the catepillar was grey, and she had red spots on her face, and brown eyes. She was about 7 inches long, and she had long eyelashes too. Nice isnt it. I got a revalation in a dream, and a spoken word. What do you think ? more

Voting Question: Do you like my story so far?(I shortened it.)?

Dear Nicole,It's been five months. How could you go? I'm not supposed to feel this way. Vampires are not supposed to feel this way. You were my best friend. I trusted you with my life, my secrets. There is nothing now. I don't fully understand how to cope without you there to comfort me. It's always been that way. You and me, Scarlet and Nicole. Not just Scarlet. You were meant to stay here. With me. With my family, with all our friends. The Tongass woods just aren't the same. And it's all my fault. I drove you away, I threw you out with words. I told you I didnt need you. I lied,terribly. I thought it was true because of all my rage but it wasn't! I now see that I am nothing without you. I feel so empty. Souless. Of course I am.Correction, we are. No souls, no pain right? That's what we said to others who said they were in pain. We showed no mercy, pitiless forever. And now I lay, sprawled on the couch sending you a letter. My life, it crashed. A plane, no flight without the fuel, a girl, no hapiness without a Man. It seems that Romeo and Juliet were never souless. They always had fuel. And now I don't. -Please return my e-Mails, Scarlet.No matter how many times I e-Mailed her the pain couldnt go away. The pain knowing she won't return the e-Mail, the pain of just knowing she is gone. It was almost to much to bear. I had nothing without her. It showed. I sat there, a bump on a log. My family and friends tried to joke around with me, make me feel better. But it never worked. I would fake a smile or laugh then go back to moping. I was usually on the couch at all times. I would pretend to watch the pointless shows on TV, but it never got me anywhere. There was no TV. Only a blank screen. But I still would stare at it when somebody was watching me. I only spoke when spoken to. And my responce to conversations were "Yeah, alright, true, no, please." One word. It's amazing how one word can explain someone so much.My tears fell slowly like a drizzle. My eyes constantly red, cheeks always moist. My life all in all? A never ending ocean. It keep going on and on. You feel as if it will take years to get over half of it. Sometimes I would listen to music. Music about pain..Loss..Agony. It would bring me energy. I would be able to walk over and pick up that dropped object, or go to wash my hands. Doing those simple tasks though.. They would remind me to much of Nicole. Every single thing, it would shake my insides up and I'd reside to the floor, curled in a sheepish ball. My Mother would come and sit on the ground with me, feel my pain. She never wanted me to feel unwell.Some days I'd decide to stay in bed all day. I would just lay there. That's when I got most of the thinking time. The time when I had no worries. I could stay undisturbed and not worry about faking the occasional smile. I would daydream, thinking of how me and Nicole could be running around the house right now, challenging eachother with hilarious tasks. Now, a meloncholy expression on my face, I sat on the couch. And waited, lap top in hand, for Nicole to come back.A loud knock on the door interupted my silent cry. I thought I would wait for someone else to answer the door but I reminded myself everyone else was out hunting. I got up slowly, and dragged my feet to the door, then opened it quickly. "Hello?" Three young women looked at me. Other vampires. I motioned for them to come in and they each, one by one, stepped inside. "Alexander! Isaac!" The second one called out. I smelt two other vampires coming, and two boys, one my age,one seeming a bit younger, walked in. "There you are. Keep up with us you two." The first one scolded them. The two boys argued and the three women argued back, seeming to forget I was there. The first one kindly looked over at me with a grin and apoligized," I'm sorry. We always have these little quarrels." I nodded and mumbled," Don't let it ruin your friendships." he third girl spoke. "You've expected us?" She asked me, studying my figure. "Well, no. You must have talked to my Mother or Father. I am actually.. Out of it. I don't really pay attention to things." I shoved my hands in my pockets, looking at the ground. I felt a hand touch my chin, and lift my head up, so I was looking at the first girl. "My Lord, you have been crying haven't you?" She looked at me, full of sympathy."It's a normal thing for me to cry, really.""Well, there has to be a reason." The younger boy added."Leave the poor girl alone!" The older boy demanded."No, it's fine." I replied. It really was, most of my family now was used to my depressed state. "Well then, I am sorry." He said.I looked over at the second woman who seemed to be very silent. She was staring at the staircase. "You can uh, go up if you'd like." I offered to her. She looked at me, and her gaze was piercing. I felt very stunned at her bright green eyes. They seemed to glow in my midst of presence. I wondered if they could light up my hollow body, a black ditch. "No, I am alrightIt isnt a love story..That's a bit upsetting.. this took me forever. more

Resolved Question: I am looking for a red-eye flight from Jacksonville to Birmingham... is there such a thing?

I suddenly got thanksgiving off and I work on wednesday/thursday morning until about 12:30 or so, are there red eyes from the Jacksonville airport? more

Resolved Question: Where can I find cheap red eye flights?

I've been looking forever for a website that offers cheap red eye flights and just cheap regular flights as well. All I want to do is fly to a different city in the same state, but when i looked they were close to a thousand dollars! i understand gas is up, but really? so if someone knows good websites please let me know.Sorry I live in ohio, and the flights that I looked at before were u know 1 stop flights which doesn't make sense more

Resolved Question: How late do they serve alcohol on a redeye flight?

I'm flying across the country in the next few weeks and petrified. I have a really bad panic disorder along with agoraphobia. It's my intention do sip a few drinks throughout my flight. However, it's a red eye Can anyone tell me about these flights and if alcohol will be readily available. Thanks a bunch! more

Resolved Question: Isn't the Anthem of the Soviet Union more complex and better?

I will list both texts of both anthems and where to listen to them. You need to have windows media player for the first one. 1977 Version (Near the American Hippy Out-Break) United forever in friendship and labor, our mighty republics will ever endure. The great Soviet Union will live through the ages, the dream of a people their fortress secure. Long live our Soviet motherland, built by the people's mighty hand. Long live our people united and free! Strong in our friendship tried by far. Long lay our crimson flag inspire. Shining in glory for all men to see. Today's dark and stormy but big Lenin lead us, our eyes saw the bright sun of freedom of all. And Stalin our leader, with faith in the people, inspired us to build our land that we love. Long live our Soviet motherland, built by the people’s mighty hand. Long live our people united and free! Strong in our friendship tried by far. Long lay our crimson flag inspire. Shining in glory for all men to see. We fought for the future, destroyed the invader, and brought to our homeland the laurels of fame! A glory will live in the memory of nations, and all generations will Honor our days. Long live our Soviet Motherland, built by the people's mighty hand. Long live our people united and free! Strong in our friendship tried by far. Long lay our crimson flag inspire. Shining in glory for all men to see. We fought for the future, destroyed the invader, and brought to our homeland the laurels of fame! A glory will live in the memory of nations, and all generations will Honor our days. Long live our Soviet Motherland, built by the people’s mighty hand! Long live our people united and free! Strong in our friendship tried by far. Long lay our crimson flag inspire. Shining in glory for all men to see! www.marxists.org/history/ussr/sounds/mp3/soviet-anthem_en.mp3 For this one, O! say can you see by the dawn's early light What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming? And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there. O! say does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses? Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam, In full glory reflected now shines in the stream: 'Tis the star-spangled banner! Oh long may it wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave. And where is that band who so vauntingly swore That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion, A home and a country should leave us no more! Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave: And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave. O! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand Between their loved home and the war's desolation! Blest with victory and peace, may the heav'n rescued land Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation. Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, And this be our motto: 'In God is our trust.' And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave! God it hurts my brain how some idiot wrote about a flag... Anyways go to www.youtube.com and search star spangled banner if you want to hear it because I don't...The Star Spangled Banner is practically a poem about a flag and has book like discriptions that a 5 year old could write. I will write a small snipit of a story right here. As the soldier drew in his last breath he whispered in a soft tone of voice, "I will find you god, and I will make you suffer with pain beyond your wildest dreams for terrorizing my life" the soldier died and plummeted to the dirt at the speed of a bullet. He lays silently while his flesh rots away and his bones are nawed by wild wolves. After his skull is cracked the marrow within pours all over his body, splashing over his gun and finally draining into his silver cantine.Old writers sucked at songs.Free. I am sorry but most of the time if I am associated with non-slavs I get a bad reputation. People will call white people hics and hics are originated in america. If they call me a gypsy I will kill a gypsy and mail it's head to their door to prove it otherwise. Its all about rep. more

Resolved Question: Best Seat on Jetstar A320?

Hi there, I'll be travelling Perth - Singapore return next week and have recently purchased Row 1 E/F exit row seats with extra leg room. Just wondering if there are any draw backs of these seats? Do the seats recline? Are there 'better' seats to be sitting in? It's only a 5 hour flight and wouldn't usually worry too much, but its the red eye and I'd love to catch some sleep! Thanks! more

Resolved Question: What do you think of this poem?

Pierce a sore heart, for it has died. Pierce a broken wing, for it can't take flight. Pierce ny hand, for i have sinned. You've sunken so low, i can no longer restore you. Your breaking my heart. A pencil is all i need, Paper with no rhyme, no heed is guaranteed A flood of tears rising in my eyes. My chin trembling with grief You stood before me...with knife of greed your breaking my heart A thorn is born in a breaking heart. A thorn so hurtful you can't breathe. A thorn dripping red with a broken heart Torn is it now, from my open chest For long as i can, I'm holding onto my last breath Waiting for the broken heart to suffice, To rise from my grave, so dispel what you've done.. You're Breaking My Heart Hope you like it:) took me 3 weeks to come up with this all:) more

Resolved Question: Explanation for poem?

I have to write a paragraph on "What is this poem saying." Where dips the rocky highland Of Sleuth Wood in the lake, There lies a leafy island Where flapping herons wake The drowsy water-rats: There we've hid our faery vats, Full of berries And of reddest stolen cherries. Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand. Where the wave of moonlight glosses The dim grey sands with light, Far off by furthest Rosses We foot it all the night, Weaving olden dances, Mingling hands and mingling glances Till the moon has taken flight; To and fro we leap And chase the frothy bubbles, While the world is full of troubles And is anxious in its sleep. Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand. Where the wandering water gushes From the hills above Glen-Car, In pools among the rushes That scarce could bathe a star, We seek for slumbering trout And whispering in their ears Give them unquiet dreams; Leaning softly out From ferns that drop their tears Over the young streams. Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand. Away with us he's going, The solemn-eyed: He'll hear no more the lowing Of the calves on the warm hillside Or the kettle on the hob Sing peace into his breast, Or see the brown mice bob Round and round the oatmeal-chest. For he comes, the human child, To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, From a world more full of weeping than he can understand. Help!! more

Resolved Question: THE ULTIMATE METALCORE LIST?

Here's a list of my metalcore bands(some with different influences) from years of years of collecting this type of music. mostly in alphabetical order....... get ready there's alot ABACABB Abacinate Abigail williams the acacia strain after the burial afterimage the agony scene agraceful all shall perish all that remains amarna reign the analyst and hell followed with anime fire annotations of an autopsy arms like yours as blood runs black as i lay dying as legend has it as you drown asking alexandria atreyu(first album) attack attack attila august burns red austrian death machine azriel becoming the archetype belakiss belie my burial beneath the massacre beneath the sky between the buried and me the black dahlia murder a black rose burial blood has been shed blood of our enemies born of osiris the boy will drown a breath before surfacing the breathing process broadcast the nightmare burn in silence burning skies burning the masses caliban carnifex chelsea grin chimaira cholera the classic struggle the color morale conducting from the grave corpus christi the crimson armada culling the weak Curse at 27 dance club massacre darkest hour dawn of demise dead in existence dead to fall dead will rise deadwater drowning departures despised icon destroy destroy destroy destroy the colossus diskreet earth from above emarosa embrace the end emmure eternal lord every bridge burned evita the eyes of a traitor the faceless fellsilent fit for a king for the fallen dreams for today forever in terror from autumn to ashes(first album) from graves of valor Gehenna VII VII VII the ghost inside glass casket god forbid graveworm grey lines of perfection heaven shall burn a hero a fake hester prynne hiroshima will burn house vs. hurricane human abstract i built the cross i declare war i got shot in the face i see stars i set my friends on fire ignominious incarceration ill nino illdisposed impending doom in fear and faith in the midst of lions ingested it dies today(first album) iwrestledabearonce kill whitney knights of the abyss knives exchanging hands lamb of god last house on the left lay down rotten left to vanish legacy of pain living sacrifice machinemade god malefice Martyr Defiled Martyr A.d. Miseration Misericordiam Misery Signals Miss may I molotov solution monsters murder in greenwich the murdered my bitter end mychildren mybride neaera norma jean oblige oceano of the son oh the blood once nothing one morning left plague bringer a plea for purging Poison the well postmortem promises premonitions of war protest the hero quo vadis reaching your end the red chord red i flight the red shore resist the thought rest among ruins return from exile rose funeral salt the wound scathe sea of treachery see the light she is a liar sky eats airplane sophia still remains straight reads the line surrender the dance floor sybreed texas in july textures a thousand times repent through the eyes of the dead throwdown thy will be done this romantic tragedy underneath the gun VEIL OF MAYA (FAVORITE!) Viatrophy We Butter our bread with butter we came as romans whisteria cottage WHITE CHAPEL (FAVORITE!) Winds of plague Winter Solstice with dead hands rising within the ruins the word alive wretched years spent cold zao 7 horns 7 eyes unearth killswitch engage remembering never the bled more

Resolved Question: Is it time for U.S. to remove our politically correct blindfolds?

The P.C. part is obvious but I say blindfolds because our willful blindness has cost many innocent lives. The latest example being the Ft Hood *man made disaster. Nidal Malik Hasan practically asked to be arrested and did ask to be discharged. Muhammad Atta told a flight instructor he really didn't need to learn how to land a plane. Just one of many red flags from him and the other 18, 9 -11 murderers. These are just a few examples. Signs that the average citizen could pick up on, no "intelligence" experience required. Just a willingness to open our eyes. I ask this question because I was asked..How do we identify the enemy? At first it sounded like a tough question. One for the experts. But then I realized nearly all the deaths here in the US and those of our allies could have been avoided if not for peoples fear of being branded as..fill in the blank. Political Correctness is dangerous. Point is many innocent lives have been literally wasted. Isn't it time to take off our P.C. blindfolds?bvw - yes i heard that statement!@ pffff - nothing unconstitutional about reporting suspicious behavior. It may save lives. hard to enjoy freedoms when you're dead. more

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Resolved Question: Have you ever read Prison to Praise by Merlin Carothers?

Chapter One Prisoner There was the touch of cold metal against my left wrist and the harsh voice in my ear: "This is the FBI. You are under arrest." I'd been relaxing in the back seat of the car with my left arm hanging out the window. The car was stolen and I was AWOL from the Army. Being AWOL didn't bother me. It was the getting caught that hurt my pride. I'd always considered myself capable of doing my own thing and getting away with it. Now I had to suffer the humiliation of the jail cell, stand in line for lousy cold chow, go back to the lonely cell and the hard bunk with nothing to do but stare at the wall. How could I have been stupid enough to get into a mess like this? I'd been a pretty independent fellow from the time I was twelve. That's when my father died suddenly, leaving my mother alone with three boys to raise. My brothers were seven and one, and Mother started taking in washings and went on relief to keep us alive. She always talked about Dad being in heaven and how God would take care of us, but with the intensity of a twelve-year-old I turned in fury against a God who could treat us that way. I delivered papers after school until long after dark each night, determined to make my way in life. I was going to make the most of it. Somehow I felt I had it coming. I had a right to grab for all I could get. When Mother remarried, I went to live with some of Dad's old friends. I went to high school, but never quit working. After school, and all summer I worked. As a food packer, shipping clerk, linotype operator, and one summer as a lumberjack in Pennsylvania. I started college, but ran out of money and had to go to work. This time I got a job with B&W Steel as a steel chipper and grinder. Not a very pleasant job, but it kept me in top physical condition. Part of staying ahead in the rat race of the world was being in top shape physically, and I didn't intend to lose out on any count. I never did want to join the Army. I wanted to go off to sea with the Merchant Marines. I couldn't think of a more glamorous way to get into action in World War II. To join the Merchant Marines I had to get reclassified 1-A with the draft board that had given me a deferment to go to college. Before I could make it back to the Merchant Marines, the Army inducted me. They told me I could volunteer for the Navy, which I did, but a freak incident kept me out. I failed the eye test simply because I'd been reading the wrong line on the chart by mistake! So there, against all my efforts, I landed in basic training at Ft. McClellan, Alabama. I was bored to death. The training was a breeze, and looking for excitement, I volunteered for airborne training at Fort Benning, Georgia. A rebel at heart, my biggest problem always was in getting along with my superiors. Somehow they picked on me in spite of all my efforts to remain in the background. Once, during physical training in a sawdust pit, I spat on the ground without thinking. The Sergeant saw me, and descended like a storm cloud. "Pick that up in your mouth and carry it out of the area!" he screamed. You've got to be kidding, I thought, but his red glowering face indicated he was not. So, humiliated and seething with resentment carefully hidden, I picked up the spit - and a mouthful of sawdust - and carried it "out of the area." The compensation came when we got our first chance to jump from an airplane in flight. This was living! The kind of excitement I was hungering for. Over the roar of the plane engines came the shouted command: "Get ready...stand up...hook up...stand in the door...GO!" The blast of air makes you feel like a leaf in a gale - and then, as the rope attached to your parachute reaches its end, a bone-jarring jolt. You feel like you've been hit by a ten-ton truck. Then, as your brain clears, you're in a beautiful silent world; billowing above is the parachute - a giant white arc of silk. I was a paratrooper, and earned the honor of wearing the glistening jump boots. http://www.foundationofpraise.org/prisontopraise.htmlYes I do recommend this book. It is not about Prisons it is about coming out of the prison the devil has put you into in some areas of your life. It is a very liberating book. Get free of those things that hold you back. Then you can praise the Lord for it. more

Resolved Question: Is my writing any good?

I...I don't know to be honest. Ok here goes: “Addie, what do you want for lunch?”Mrs. Lee yelled up the stairs. “I’m fine, mom.” “You sure? I made veggie burgers.” “Mom, I’m fine, I promise.” Adelaide had now changed into a gray lacey top and red plaid pajama pants. Once again she in her attic bedroom sitting on top of her unmade bed moving her left hand over her smooth, yet a tiny bit prickly legs. The sound of the History Channel’s special on the Aztecs blared through her old television set. She glared at it, almost challenging it to entertain her. Adelaide examined the man on the TV he had slightly silver facial hair, beady eyes, and scars down his wrists. She got the sudden urge to walk around, though she was dead inside. She walked down her splintered case of wooden stairs, hung a left and swiftly moved into the bathroom. She opened the peach colored medicine cabinet, her fingers walked across the rows of various cold medications, band aids, lotion, and finally a small container of nail polish. She pulled it down and scanned the five colors that it held: pink, red, blue, silver, and black. She grabbed the silver nail polish and a roll of toilet paper and proceeded down the hallway and up her little flight of stairs and back into her room. She on top of her legs and rolled out three squares of toilet paper, shook the bottle of nail polish and began to use the tiny brush that she extracted from the bottle. She went slowly at first being sure that each stroke was as perfect as the last. Then she went rapidly letting the semi – thick liquid spread across her nails, yet it was all still perfection. When she was finished she rose to her feet and walked to the full length mirror on the other side of her bedroom. She pressed all ten fingers across her pale cheeks. She then stared that the small circular pendent of mother of pearl hanging by a string a hanging around her neck. She scowled at her reflection, “This is supposed to make me PRETTY” “I am NOT pretty!!” She thought to herself she scurried across the floor and dove into her bed in a sea of tears. 5 Time dripped by slowly. It was Monday, Adelaide hadn’t done much over the weekend, yet a cloud of deadness and exhaustion hung clung to her as if it was a magnet. She wore a purple zip up hoodie, a black v – neck t – shirt; light blue jeans that were ripped at the knees, and her lime green sneakers. Adelaide sat slightly slumped forward in her desk, she listened to the math teacher lecture about ‘domain and range’…whatever the hell that is. Adelaide glared at the silver nail polish in the crevices between her fingernail and fingers. Her stomach knotted as she stared at the paint that caused her so much pain. *Ring* the sound was emitted throughout the school. Everyone jumped to their feet including Adelaide; she threw her books into her bag and swung it over her shoulder. She was now lost in a sea of people; jocks, Goths, preps, druggies, what have you…Eek! Yeah now I realize how many typos there are! I'm sorry. :( I don't know if I like my writing at all now. :( more

Resolved Question: My book! READ PLEAZ! little bit out of my book?

Please tell me whether it's good or bad and PLEAZ be honest! My little girl wrote it and she thinks its okay. Email me at candyeyed104@yahoo.com if you want to read the first FULL chapter:) It was raining. It was freezing and all I was doing was studying, under a tree with a poncho on. I was so focused that I didn’t even think about how worried Lem might be. Then the next thing I know was hearing car tires screech and a bunch of people honking horns. Then, it was all a blur. When I arrived at the house, I first smelled the dew. Its odor smelled like wet dog, but I least we had it here. April was getting things out of the car. June was still in the car, shaking because she was nervous. July was doing her hair and September was yelling at her phone. Now, the first thing you might get in your head when you read this is that they’re my siblings, my answer to that is no. They were my cousins, but not my legal guardian. So, there I was smelling the dew and hearing the wind and trying to adapt to this new place. The only problem was, I didn’t want to adapt as the old Tory, and I wanted to be a different Tory. I had chosen about everything possible you could think of. Clothes, movies, colors, you name it. I was no longer the pitiful, crybaby Tory. I was someone I admired. I was planning my new life since I boarded the plane and left Lem. As soon as I stepped on the plane, I drew out a red notebook and wrote down every detail about the old Tory. I scanned it, and then did the opposite. For example, if I liked chicken as the old Tory I would love turkey as the new Tory. I sat down by a man, he smelled of strong cologne. He was wearing a tuxedo, his hair was slicked back and he was reading an article about fancy hotel rooms and how expensive some are. It must’ve been boring to him, because there on that very plane he slept. He snored, and worst of all talked in his sleep. He kept whispering this word: efficient. He was wearing cowboy boots, but I assumed they were more comfortable than his black, shiny shoes. I looked at him like he was a crazy guy, and then listened to the airplane music. You could either choose between country, classic, rock, pop and hip-hop. The old Tory would’ve chosen classical music over rock any day, but I wasn’t her anymore. The old Tory might have been terrified of planes, but I was fearless. The last time I heard Lem would be the time I became the new Tory. So, as soon as I heard her say a final goodbye, I took a wonderful first breath. The air was smooth, and smelled of many odors. Before the plane told us to buckle up, I was all confused about wear to sit. Tory would never been confused, but I was. The people looked at my ticket and pointed to a seat and I sat down there. When the flight began, I had my headphones on and I was too focused into the music to realize we were lifting off the ground and going in the sky. I was so quick; I was the first one off. Even though I wondered what the guy in the suit was going, I went inside the airport and I saw four faces that looked at me. With their eyes completely serious, their mouth quivering and their feet wobbling, I felt like I was being examined. I walked very slowly to them and the first thing I asked them wasn’t who they were. “Do you have any five size shoes? These are giving me blisters,” I smiled and that’s how they knew me as Tory. I was a happy Tory. “Yeah! Their red, the color you like? Lem sent me a whole list of things you dislike and like,” The girl was the tallest out of the four. She was the most energetic and her shoes looked like a giant would easily fit in them. Her eyes were green and a little bit of blue, her hair golden brown, as crispy as a saltine cracker. Her teeth had braces, the color orange. Her fingernails were painted orange, and the bow in her hair matched it. Her jeans were the exact same brand I was wearing. Her necklace said, “sand” and her shirt was a plain white tee. It nearly killed me to see her wear that, because she would definitely look better wearing her pajamas more

Voting Question: Like or not? BE HONEST MY BOOK?

Email me at candyeyed104@yahoo.com if you want to read the rest of the book! It was raining. It was freezing and all I was doing was studying, under a tree with a poncho on. I was so focused that I didn’t even think about how worried Lem might be. Then the next thing I know was hearing car tires screech and a bunch of people honking horns. Then, it was all a blur. When I arrived at the house, I first smelled the dew. Its odor smelled like wet dog, but I least we had it here. April was getting things out of the car. June was still in the car, shaking because she was nervous. July was doing her hair and September was yelling at her phone. Now, the first thing you might get in your head when you read this is that they’re my siblings, my answer to that is no. They were my cousins, but not my legal guardian. So, there I was smelling the dew and hearing the wind and trying to adapt to this new place. The only problem was, I didn’t want to adapt as the old Tory, and I wanted to be a different Tory. I had chosen about everything possible you could think of. Clothes, movies, colors, you name it. I was no longer the pitiful, crybaby Tory. I was someone I admired. I was planning my new life since I boarded the plane and left Lem. As soon as I stepped on the plane, I drew out a red notebook and wrote down every detail about the old Tory. I scanned it, and then did the opposite. For example, if I liked chicken as the old Tory I would love turkey as the new Tory. I sat down by a man, he smelled of strong cologne. He was wearing a tuxedo, his hair was slicked back and he was reading an article about fancy hotel rooms and how expensive some are. It must’ve been boring to him, because there on that very plane he slept. He snored, and worst of all talked in his sleep. He kept whispering this word: efficient. He was wearing cowboy boots, but I assumed they were more comfortable than his black, shiny shoes. I looked at him like he was a crazy guy, and then listened to the airplane music. You could either choose between country, classic, rock, pop and hip-hop. The old Tory would’ve chosen classical music over rock any day, but I wasn’t her anymore. The old Tory might have been terrified of planes, but I was fearless. The last time I heard Lem would be the time I became the new Tory. So, as soon as I heard her say a final goodbye, I took a wonderful first breath. The air was smooth, and smelled of many odors. Before the plane told us to buckle up, I was all confused about wear to sit. Tory would never been confused, but I was. The people looked at my ticket and pointed to a seat and I sat down there. When the flight began, I had my headphones on and I was too focused into the music to realize we were lifting off the ground and going in the sky. I was so quick; I was the first one off. Even though I wondered what the guy in the suit was going, I went inside the airport and I saw four faces that looked at me. With their eyes completely serious, their mouth quivering and their feet wobbling, I felt like I was being examined. I walked very slowly to them and the first thing I asked them wasn’t who they were. “Do you have any five size shoes? These are giving me blisters,” I smiled and that’s how they knew me as Tory. I was a happy Tory. “Yeah! Their red, the color you like? Lem sent me a whole list of things you dislike and like,” The girl was the tallest out of the four. She was the most energetic and her shoes looked like a giant would easily fit in them. Her eyes were green and a little bit of blue, her hair golden brown, as crispy as a saltine cracker. Her teeth had braces, the color orange. Her fingernails were painted orange, and the bow in her hair matched it. Her jeans were the exact same brand I was wearing. Her necklace said, “sand” and her shirt was a plain white tee. It nearly killed me to see her wear that, because she would definitely look better wearing her pajamas. more

Resolved Question: Tell me if you like it or not (sorry about the names RANDOM)?

It's just half a chapter. It was raining. It was freezing and all I was doing was studying, under a tree with a poncho on. I was so focused that I didn’t even think about how worried Lem might be. Then the next thing I know was hearing car tires screech and a bunch of people honking horns. Then, it was all a blur. When I arrived at the house, I first smelled the dew. Its odor smelled like wet dog, but I least we had it here. April was getting things out of the car. June was still in the car, shaking because she was nervous. July was doing her hair and September was yelling at her phone. Now, the first thing you might get in your head when you read this is that they’re my siblings, my answer to that is no. They were my cousins, but not my legal guardian. So, there I was smelling the dew and hearing the wind and trying to adapt to this new place. The only problem was, I didn’t want to adapt as the old Tory, and I wanted to be a different Tory. I had chosen about everything possible you could think of. Clothes, movies, colors, you name it. I was no longer the pitiful, crybaby Tory. I was someone I admired. I was planning my new life since I boarded the plane and left Lem. As soon as I stepped on the plane, I drew out a red notebook and wrote down every detail about the old Tory. I scanned it, and then did the opposite. For example, if I liked chicken as the old Tory I would love turkey as the new Tory. I sat down by a man, he smelled of strong cologne. He was wearing a tuxedo, his hair was slicked back and he was reading an article about fancy hotel rooms and how expensive some are. It must’ve been boring to him, because there on that very plane he slept. He snored, and worst of all talked in his sleep. He kept whispering this word: efficient. He was wearing cowboy boots, but I assumed they were more comfortable than his black, shiny shoes. I looked at him like he was a crazy guy, and then listened to the airplane music. You could either choose between country, classic, rock, pop and hip-hop. The old Tory would’ve chosen classical music over rock any day, but I wasn’t her anymore. The old Tory might have been terrified of planes, but I was fearless. The last time I heard Lem would be the time I became the new Tory. So, as soon as I heard her say a final goodbye, I took a wonderful first breath. The air was smooth, and smelled of many odors. Before the plane told us to buckle up, I was all confused about wear to sit. Tory would never been confused, but I was. The people looked at my ticket and pointed to a seat and I sat down there. When the flight began, I had my headphones on and I was too focused into the music to realize we were lifting off the ground and going in the sky. I was so quick; I was the first one off. Even though I wondered what the guy in the suit was going, I went inside the airport and I saw four faces that looked at me. With their eyes completely serious, their mouth quivering and their feet wobbling, I felt like I was being examined. I walked very slowly to them and the first thing I asked them wasn’t who they were. “Do you have any five size shoes? These are giving me blisters,” I smiled and that’s how they knew me as Tory. I was a happy Tory. “Yeah! Their red, the color you like? Lem sent me a whole list of things you dislike and like,” The girl was the tallest out of the four. She was the most energetic and her shoes looked like a giant would easily fit in them. Her eyes were green and a little bit of blue, her hair golden brown, as crispy as a saltine cracker. Her teeth had braces, the color orange. Her fingernails were painted orange, and the bow in her hair matched it. Her jeans were the exact same brand I was wearing. Her necklace said, “sand” and her shirt was a plain white tee. It nearly killed me to see her wear that, because she would definitely look better wearing her pajamas. “Yeah, thanks,” she handed me a pair of red sneakers, the laces red as well. I liked them and when I slipped them on it felt like I was officially different. “Were going to shop for your school supplies. Do you want to come with us?” She was shorter than the girl who handed me the shoes. Her teeth were crooked, but white. Her hair was auburn, curly and looked very shiny. She wore a summer dress, which I personally though look like she had picked a punch of flowers and glued them on a dress. Even though her sandals were Sesame Street, I ignored them. “Sure,” I said, my voice unheard by all the ruckus. “Now,” the tallest girl said, taking my bags, “I’m April. I’m the oldest,” she smiled at me, but not as beautifully as last time. “When I heard your name was Tory, I nearly laughed myself to death. Because that was our dog! I’m June,” June seemed like the type that her hobby was laughed. She looked identical to April, so I asked her if she was April’s twin. “No, I’m just her sister that just looks exactly like her,” April said sarcastically. more

Resolved Question: Read the first chapter of this book!?

It was raining. It was freezing and all I was doing was studying, under a tree with a poncho on. I was so focused that I didn’t even think about how worried Lem might be. Then the next thing I know was hearing car tires screech and a bunch of people honking horns. Then, it was all a blur. When I arrived at the house, I first smelled the dew. Its odor smelled like wet dog, but I least we had it here. April was getting things out of the car. June was still in the car, shaking because she was nervous. July was doing her hair and September was yelling at her phone. Now, the first thing you might get in your head when you read this is that they’re my siblings, my answer to that is no. They were my cousins, but not my legal guardian. So, there I was smelling the dew and hearing the wind and trying to adapt to this new place. The only problem was, I didn’t want to adapt as the old Tory, and I wanted to be a different Tory. I had chosen about everything possible you could think of. Clothes, movies, colors, you name it. I was no longer the pitiful, crybaby Tory. I was someone I admired. I was planning my new life since I boarded the plane and left Lem. As soon as I stepped on the plane, I drew out a red notebook and wrote down every detail about the old Tory. I scanned it, and then did the opposite. For example, if I liked chicken as the old Tory I would love turkey as the new Tory. I sat down by a man, he smelled of strong cologne. He was wearing a tuxedo, his hair was slicked back and he was reading an article about fancy hotel rooms and how expensive some are. It must’ve been boring to him, because there on that very plane he slept. He snored, and worst of all talked in his sleep. He kept whispering this word: efficient. He was wearing cowboy boots, but I assumed they were more comfortable than his black, shiny shoes. I looked at him like he was a crazy guy, and then listened to the airplane music. You could either choose between country, classic, rock, pop and hip-hop. The old Tory would’ve chosen classical music over rock any day, but I wasn’t her anymore. The old Tory might have been terrified of planes, but I was fearless. The last time I heard Lem would be the time I became the new Tory. So, as soon as I heard her say a final goodbye, I took a wonderful first breath. The air was smooth, and smelled of many odors. Before the plane told us to buckle up, I was all confused about wear to sit. Tory would never been confused, but I was. The people looked at my ticket and pointed to a seat and I sat down there. When the flight began, I had my headphones on and I was too focused into the music to realize we were lifting off the ground and going in the sky. I was so quick; I was the first one off. Even though I wondered what the guy in the suit was going, I went inside the airport and I saw four faces that looked at me. With their eyes completely serious, their mouth quivering and their feet wobbling, I felt like I was being examined. I walked very slowly to them and the first thing I asked them wasn’t who they were. “Do you have any five size shoes? These are giving me blisters,” I smiled and that’s how they knew me as Tory. I was a happy Tory. “Yeah! Their red, the color you like? Lem sent me a whole list of things you dislike and like,” The girl was the tallest out of the four. She was the most energetic and her shoes looked like a giant would easily fit in them. Her eyes were green and a little bit of blue, her hair golden brown, as crispy as a saltine cracker. Her teeth had braces, the color orange. Her fingernails were painted orange, and the bow in her hair matched it. Her jeans were the exact same brand I was wearing. Her necklace said, “sand” and her shirt was a plain white tee. It nearly killed me to see her wear that, because she would definitely look better wearing her pajamas. “Yeah, thanks,” she handed me a pair of red sneakers, the laces red as well. I liked them and when I slipped them on it felt like I was officially different. “Were going to shop for your school supplies. Do you want to come with us?” She was shorter than the girl who handed me the shoes. Her teeth were crooked, but white. Her hair was auburn, curly and looked very shiny. She wore a summer dress, which I personally though look like she had picked a punch of flowers and glued them on a dress. Even though her sandals were Sesame Street, I ignored them. “Sure,” I said, my voice unheard by all the ruckus. “Now,” the tallest girl said, taking my bags, “I’m April. I’m the oldest,” she smiled at me, but not as beautifully as last time. “When I heard your name was Tory, I nearly laughed myself to death. Because that was our dog! I’m June,” June seemed like the type that her hobby was laughed. She looked identical to April, so I asked her if she was April’s twin. “No, I’m just her sister that just looks exactly like her,” April said sarcastically. She swung her purse around and more

Resolved Question: History Channel Berlin Wall- Ultralight Flight?

I just saw this on TV and am kicking myself for not writing down the names of the three brothers in Berlin- two in the West, one in the East. Berlin wall separating them- two brothers who had escaped in like.. 75 and 81 now purchase two ultralight planes- teach themselves to fly and operate them, trial and error. Their op starts at around 4am and they take off, they've got Russian style Red Star markings to throw off the chain of command for their quick over flight. One flies an overwatch pattern, looping around and keeping eyes on the area, one lands in the park next to an unexpected circus- makes a quick turn around and takes off with the extra weight of the third brother. They fly back and land- and oh yeah! In 1990- they were decades ahead of their time- the whole thing was FILMED!! Like they knew YouTube and viral internet videos would become huge- so where's the footage? I'd compare it to something like breaking into Parliament and steeling a stealing a chair and posting it or blogging about it. Wouldn't that film have been great West German propaganda? I mean I know this was right at the time period of the fall. But how was this never made in to some Hollywood movie? It's so outlandish and it went off almost 100% to plan. I could see it as a three part movie- 75 escape, 81 escape, and climax with the Ultralight flight. Anyway- who were the three brothers (names?) and is their film from this amazing event in the public? Archived? Digitized? Something?! Thanks for any help :)Thanks Jaime- looks like those are the three brothers. Does anyone know anything about the footage they shot from the second Ultralight plane or what happened to it? more

Resolved Question: Any opinions on the following poem i wrote?

Any opinions on the following poem i wrote? Just something i felt like writing, I'm not going to talk it up, it just felt good to write something. It's a free verse sort of poem, all sorts of stuff mixed up. So it might be different to what you're used to. (constructive criticism appreciated - also, i know, wrong section, i know P&S might get some stupid answers, but please try n be reasonable) We watch it burn, unmoving, Eyes never wander, We watch it burn, unyielding, Flames stretching high, We watch it burn, Uncontrollable. What was once whole, What was once new, What was once clean, Unblemished, Unscathed, Unharmed, What is now ash, What is now old, What is now dirty, Unclean, Impure, Imperfect. All has been burned, All has fed the fire, All consumed, All gone, All has become Ash. The fire unsatisfied, The fire unfulfilled, The fire unhappy. Dying, Death, Dead The embers glow red, Dying, Death, Dead, Lonely sparks flicker, Dying Death, Dead, The cold night air. A cool breeze, A bird sings, An eastern glow,* An even show. Sky-fire rising, The sun takes flight, Sky-fire shining, The sun shines bright. (*In the southern hemisphere the sun rises in the east, in case you are unaware of this) more

Resolved Question: Every time I'm on an airplane, no matter what time of day or how short the flight, my eyes get really red. Why?

It's caused by being in the airplane but I have no idea why. My only allergies are dust and mold and horses. Being in an airplane for an hour turns my eyes red.. Is it the altitude? more

Resolved Question: Has anyone else received this strange story in their email inbox? What does it mean?

I got this story sent me to my email. It's very odd and disconcerting. Has anyone else received it? Apparently its called the 'Table'. What is the message meant to be in it? We came home from school and mum was sat in her usual spot at the kitchen table. I say ‘kitchen’, but ours was one of those fancy open plan living rooms which included a dining area. The table was near the back windows and, unlike anywhere else in the living room, the ceiling was in a beautiful arch right over the table, like something out of the olden days. The windows were those type that take up the whole wall and you can see out into the garden. Also quite posh I always thought. I loved that spot of our house. Every day when we came back from school, mum was always sitting there in the same spot at the head of the table. The table itself was always covered in fun and sunlight (from it being near the windows). There was always sweets or fruit to be found on it, a torch which had been there for years and only had one battery in it, an open, unfinished board game, coins from all over the world, a colouring book and a few broken crayons, really tightly rolled dollar bills which I loved to unroll and then try and roll it back up even tighter than before. I could go on but I don’t have the time. The point is, it was like a mini treasure chest and I loved it. I also loved the way me, my mum and my sister would sit round it and have conversations about anything and everything. We were always laughing and joking. I loved that spot of our house. One day we came home from school and brought a friend with us. We put our bikes in the shed and came in through the back door. My mum was sitting there as usual. I introduced my friend to my mum and we sat at the table. I started pushing the pieces around the still unfinished board game with one of the broken crayons. I loved this spot. I felt so relaxed. I asked my friend if she would like to colour in or look at the coins or have an apple or anything, but she declined. She didn’t look as relaxed as me. I always felt nervous when I was in people’s homes too though. After a few hours my friend asked to use the toilet. “Follow me,” I said. “I think it’s up the first flight of stairs to the right.” We walked up the stairs, stepping over the duvet which me and my sister had used to slide down the stairs with like a sled some years ago. At the top of the stairs, sure enough just to the right was the toilet door. My friend avoided stepping on any of the bathmats or toothbrushes on her way to the toilet. I waited outside for her. When she had finished we walked across the landing towards the second flight of stairs, which led to the loft. On the way we passed my little brother’s room. I popped my head round to check he was still there. He was. And looked as peaceful as ever. I loved my little brother. We walked up the second flight of stairs into the loft. It was packed with wardrobes with clothes spilling out up there, and posters of famous singers. There was so much stuff it felt like weak fingers trying to grab hold of you everywhere you walked. “And this is the loft” I said to my friend. “As you can see there are lots of posters. This one here for example is of INXS. I love INXS. Have you heard of them?”. “No” my friend replied. How could she not know who INXS were, I thought. We went back downstairs, again being careful not to slip on the duvet that was still in the middle of the first flight of stairs. At the bottom of the stairs to the right was the door that led to the table and the backdoor (the one we always used), and to the right was the porch door, which led to the front door (which we never used). The space between the porch door and the front door was like a little dark box shaped room where we used to hang our coats. The porch door had windows so from the inside you could see into it and see the front door. “Mum” I shouted, “I’m going to check on the parrots and if the pig has had its babies yet.” “Come and have a look if there’s any baby pigs” I said to my friend. We walked over to the door and pressed our faces against the glass. The parrots, all 3 of them, were on their perch right in front of the window in the door. They looked awfully strange. They were shaking and twitching and it seemed as though the top part of their beak had rotted away and was covered by a grey, fluffy looking mould. One of the parrots had lost nearly all it’s feathers and was swinging around the perch. The parrot closest to the window looked at me with it’s droopy eyes. I looked back. Parrots are funny old birds. I averted my eyes from the parrots and looked at the floor where the pig was still lying. The pig had on loose jeans and a red hooded jumper. Although his jeans were baggy I could see a massive bulgy, bumpy bit near the crotch area and just about make out the shapes of some baby pigs. They weren’t moving though inside his jeans. That said, he wasn’t moving either. “Come on” I said, and me and m more

Resolved Question: Please rate my story...?!?

It's about an exclusive academy in California. I'm a writer and I'm just wondering if I'm starting off good. 1. Cinnamon Haline leaned against a dark oak window frame and wriggled her freshly painted toes under the furry cream rug. She stared outside, the Bayside campus was filled with clumps of students dressed in designer woolly coats and suede boots coming back from winter break, trampling around the lawn and occasionally pausing to throw snowballs at each other. She longed to join them. Covered in ice and white sparkling snow, the prestigious academy probably looked majestic with its towering white walls and large bay windows. It was getting late, the lamps outside were being flicked on. Sighing, Cinnamon turned around and plopped onto her work desk. Papers lay on the table, unfinished and left over from January. Since Bayside High teachers were so strict, pages upon pages of homework studies were expected to be handed in immediately after they had returned from their holidays. She made a face at the devious arithmetic problems and swept it aside, wondering when her roommates would be arriving through the door. Who had one hundred percent chance of being late from their flight, Cinnamon thought dryly. Her friends, Kelsey Briggins and Jacqueline “Jac” Walterston were both forgetful, with Jac leaning a bit more on the responsible side. However it was a miracle of either of them would be on time for once. Cinnamon shivered in the cold and lit the fireplace. She wrapped herself in a brown cashmere poncho. After spending January in Manitoba with its frosty frigid air and chilly weather, you’d think she’ll get used to the freezing temperatures in Ontario. Too bad the school still haven’t fixed the AC yet. Then the door flung open, interrupting her thoughts. It was Kelsey pulling in her luggage, cheeks a rosy pink. “Cinna! Ma chéres,” she burst out. The two squealed. “Omigosh, I just had the greatest time in Paris!” “Hey, I didn’t know you’ll come so early,” Cinnamon prompted sarcastically but reluctantly smiled. She sat on her bed. “Come on, give me all all the details.” Kelsey excitedly filled her in about how she actually ate fried snails and went on a yacht, when she visited the Eiffel Tower and met a girl called Terrace who had promised to keep in touch via e-mail. “…And Aunt Andrea’s house was so big,” she finished, looking drunk. “It had twelve rooms!” She grinned and lay sprawled on the bed, her dark hair spread out in tumbling curls and dark eyes sparking. Cinnamon flashbacked to her vacation and grimaced to herself. All she did in Manitoba was eat cookies and go skiing in the Alps. How boring. “Anyway, let’s stop talking about me.” Kelsey sat up and drew her knees to her chin. “What did you do?” Cinnamon shrugged and talked about her grandparents, the ski trips and how Amy, her little sister kept on tripping over the poles. But she wasn’t concentrating on her holiday anymore; she was looking over her friend. Kelsey had changed a lot in the past few months. When they had met in grade nine, there was a shy girl with glasses and crooked teeth. And now, she was tan and her hair cut into layers. Gone were those grungy old pants and cheap shirts. She was now in a fresh Dolce & Gabbana v-neck sweater and True Religion jeans. A hint of jealousy flared up. Cinnamon scolded herself. “Hello? Earth to planet stupid?” Kelsey waved her hand. “Helloo?” “Eh, what?” She sighed in defiance. Just as Cinnamon was about to apologize, Jacqueline strolled in, wearing a long fur coat and a red furry hat. “Whoo, chilly out,” she remarked coolly but not unkindly and took off her mitts. “Missed me?” The two rushed into the hallway and enveloped her in a big bear hug. Cinnamon then broke apart. ‘Of course not.” Kelsey rolled her eyes. As a transferred Californian, Jac was as usual icy and untouchable with her long wavy loose blonde hair and brown eyes. She hauled two suitcases into their dorm and began unpacking. “Care to help?” She gave a sheepish smile, holding out hangers. Cinnamon swirled in her favourite lime computer seat. “Sorry, no can do. Have to check my mail first. It’s an emergency.” Her grandparent’s home didn’t have any internet connection so it was like living in the country side. While the others conversed, she logged in. To: “Cinnamon Haline” <chalinespice@live.com> From: “Cheryl Mazen” <cherryblossom1@live.com> Subject: Miss you xo Date: Tuesday, February 1 Hey Cinna, how’s your academy? (Most importantly, how was your stay in Manitoba?) You know what I did all day back at Edenspring? Knit quilts. Yes, that’s right. It was for some Save a Child charity thing. Please don’t hate me.:) Ciao chica from 8000 miles away-Cheryl Cinnamon stifled a chuckle. Cheryl was her best friend before she had moved to Maplecreek and they frequently liked to exchange news. She typed back some of her updates and a LOL for good measure. Just as she hit send, a chat room more

Resolved Question: all Zelda Twilight princess fans,Read this and tell me if its funny!?

Once opon a time there was a boy named link. He had sliced so many monsters heads off, that he started to feel VERY GUILTY. To express his TRUE INNER FEELINGS, he went up to zelda who was in her castle on the balcony attempting to comit suicide for 2 weeks ,and had die bombed many people with barf from looking down to people at 1000 ft into the sky. When Link got up to the castle which took him an hour because he fell on his face a few times, he saw zelda on the balcony,and, well he just had to. Even though no one knows, he is a very sneaky racsal. He walked quitly, snuck up behind her and screamed "ZELDA!!!!"Zelda then screamed like seagull giving birth, and she finally fell of the tower.Link looked over, and almost cried of how high into the sky he was, he ran so fast, that he tripped on a lady bug, and fell down ninety-six flights of stares. He was able to do that in 30 seconds, because link had a cabage and bean soup fart that he was holding for 5 hours. He farted, and his butt built up its own friction, and made hiim very fast. he ran outside, with his arms out to catch zelda. His aim was SO OFF, that zelda landed about 5 m away from link. She then yelled "WOOOOOOOOOO!" Link thought she was drunk, and ran to her quickly. She was okay. She got very mad at link for having the triforce of courage instead of her, and she chopped off his hand and ran away with it like an aborigional with a cooked cow. I know, I know, you probably are wondering how she WENT TO THE BATHROOM FOR 2 WEEKS. Don't worry, she's still wearing the diaper. Link wasen't wasen't in pain, so he ran to zelda and charged at her like a bull. He was able to head-butt her, and she fell asleep. He He tried to light her hair on fire with a bomb arrow, but she woke up and slapped link. Link got his hand back, and he put white glue on it and stuck it right back on. Link then started to release his monster homoside guilt by crying, and he had cried enough water to do a load of loungry for zelda. Ilia's link sences went off, and She ran to link. She started lauging her head off, because link's FRICTION MARKS had caused a Full moon affect. Link's face turned a bright red. She ran up to him and they looked into eachothers eyes as if there was nothing else in the world that mattered, and well, I think you know what happens now. Zelda pulled there smack session apart and made link sign a restraining order from Ilia. He had to sign it, or zelda said she would order him to not eat chujelly. Link aimed his clawshot at zelda's very long hair, and it got tangled in it. Zelda then grew another eye ball and became SUPER MAD ZELDA. The way you beat her, it that you have to clawshot her makeup,and stomp all over it. She than tries to pick it up, and you have to target her butt, and kick it a few times. Link beat her, and then he called her a meanie. Ilia and Link ran off into the sunset and got married. They had 2 children, and they made stick her head in a honey jar. Every one lived happily ever after. THE END more

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Resolved Question: what do you think????? narrative essay?

A Series of Memories Carissa Phelan 3A My day started out as usual, usual for a morning at the airport anyway. It was 3AM and the fog was just setting in, a long drive to the Portland airport. Along the way talking to my mom about how much fun California will be, and assuring her I would take plenty of pictures (which was not going to be the case). I had begun to reminisce of my life and my childhood, the last time I saw my father was about two years before. He wasn’t a deadbeat dad type at all he worked hard for barely any money and when there was enough money he would spend it all to send me there, and would take care of me as if I had never left. He and my mother split when I was kid and I live with my mother. My parents always reassure me that they both love me equally and no matter if my father lives far away, he cares just as much as my present mother. Arriving at the airport we parked the furthest place possible from the terminal and I of course had two very heavy bags of clothing and shoes. We were already late and not making any progress. “My mother is always late” I thought as I read the trillion signs that had said “Take your parking ticket with you!” We finally arrived at the correct terminal and at about 20 minutes from take off, we get to the line where we would usually quickly stream to the front so the service desk can check our bags but not this time. The line was about the size of a roller coaster, “you’ve got to be kidding me!” my mother said at the top of her lungs. I had at that point pretended I didn’t know her and I was just a single passenger standing alone next to a crazy woman. My skin color helped this situation, but eventually I decided to be her daughter again and we mutually decided to just take the next flight instead of trying to catch the near impossible one. I landed in California and I could immediately feel the climate change. The humidity had collected droplets of sweat on my forehead. I had just turn 17 the week before, summer birthdays by the way suck. So embracing my new age I walk down to the crowded passenger lounge trying to make out my father in the hundreds of people standing before me. And sure enough he was there standing looking for me too I looked at him and I saw myself, I had never realized how much I looked like him before. We set off into L.A and I was already settled in just by being back. Rolling down the streets of Inglewood interesting people roamed, it reminded me of downtown Portland only less clothing and more color. We arrive to my dad’s house and I reunite with my brother and sister. My brother was 22 and my sister seven, so I was the middle child. Quality time with my family is the best I could ever ask for I don’t get much of a bonding time with my family members. During this trip I hadn’t known it but id be going on my very first trip to Disney land, this was a big deal for me I had before felt so deprived of the experience. A few days before I had to go home we had gone to the beach as well, I had a surfing competition with my brother that day and he left with a huge ego and I left with a sprained wrist and bruised ankle. One of the nights I was there I got to spend a night with just my bro and me and I went to a party with him but because I was there we had to be back by midnight. We ended up at his friend’s house and we were both greeted and introduced as brother and sister. So he had told his friends about me that really made me feel like a big part of his life. The next day was the best so far we had arrived at Disney land and my inner child was released like air from a balloon. I had finally been to there, the place where dreams come true. I knew I would get made fun of by friends when I got back and I told them but I didn’t care. It didn’t feel like I was 17 when I was there, it had felt like I was seven again. This I felt was a right of passage no matter how crazy it sounds. Arriving at the airport again I had a whole different set of emotions I was happy I got to see my dad, I was sad because I was leaving my new home, excited to see my mom again I had missed her more than ever, and mad that my parents hadn’t stayed together so that I could have both and not just one. Sometimes two is better than one, but everything happens for a reason and I know that it was best for all of us. I landed back in Portland and it was cold again and my eyes had still been red from crying. But when I got out to the passenger pick up my mother was there and when I got to hug her again I was happy. My life changed for the better this summer and I got so many new memories I can cherish for the rest of my life. more

Resolved Question: What do you think!!!!!! PLEASE HELLPPPP (quick narrative)?

A Series of Memories Carissa Phelan 3A My day started out as usual, usual for a morning at the airport anyway. It was 3am and the fog was just setting in, a long drive to the Portland airport. Along the way talking to my mom about how much fun California will be and assuring her I would take plenty of pictures (which was not going to be the case). I had begun to reminisce of my life and my childhood. The last time I saw my father was about two years before. He wasn’t a deadbeat dad type at all he worked hard for barely any money and when there was enough money he would spend it all to send me there, and would take care of me as if I had never left. He and my mother split when I was kid and I live with my mother. My parents always reassure me that they both love me equally and no matter if my father lives far away, he cares just as much as my present mother. Arriving at the airport we parked the furthest place possible from the terminal and I of course had two very heavy bags of clothing and shoes. We were already late and not making any progress. “My mother is always late” I thought as I read the trillion signs that had said “Take your parking ticket with you!” We finally arrived at the correct terminal and at about 20 minutes from take off, we get to the line where we would usually quickly stream to the front so the service desk can check our bags but not this time. The line was about the size of a roller coaster, “you’ve got to be kidding me!” my mother said at the top of her lungs. I had at that point pretended I didn’t know her and I was just a single passenger standing alone next to a crazy woman. My skin color helped this situation, but eventually I decided to be her daughter again and we mutually decided to just take the next flight instead of trying to catch the near impossible one. I landed in California and I could immediately feel the climate change. The humidity had collected droplets of sweat on my forehead. I had just turn 17 the week before, summer birthdays by the way suck. So embracing my new age I walk down to the crowded passenger lounge trying to make out my father in the hundreds of people standing before me. And sure enough he was there standing looking for me too I looked at him and I saw myself I had never realized how much I looked like him before. We set off into L.A and I was already settled in just by being back. Rolling down the streets of Inglewood interesting people roamed, it reminded me of downtown Portland only less clothing and more color. We arrive to my dad’s house and I reunite with my brother and sister. My brother was 22 and my sister seven, so I was the middle child. Quality time with my family is the best I could ever ask for I don’t get much of a bonding time with my family members. During this trip I hadn’t known it but id be going on my very first trip to Disney land, this was a big deal for me I had before felt so deprived of the experience. A few days before I had to go home we had gone to the beach as well, I had a surfing competition with my brother that day and he left with a huge ego and I left with a sprained wrist and bruised ankle. One of the nights I was there I got to spend a night with just my bro and me and I went to a party with him but because I was there we had to be back by midnight. We ended up at his friend’s house and we were both greeted and introduced as brother and sister. So he had told his friends about me that really made me feel like a big part of his life. The next day was the best so far we had arrived at Disney land and my inner child was released like air from a balloon. I had finally been to there, the place where dreams come true. I knew I would get made fun of by friends when I got back and I told them but I didn’t care. It didn’t feel like I was 17 when I was there, it had felt like I was seven again. This I felt was a right of passage no matter how crazy it sounds. Arriving at the airport again I had a whole different set of emotions I was happy I got to see my dad, I was sad because I was leaving my new home, excited to see my mom again I had missed her more than ever, and mad that my parents hadn’t stayed together so that I could have both and not just one. Sometimes two is better than one, but everything happens for a reason and I know that it was best for all of us. I landed back in Portland and it was cold again and my eyes had still been red from crying. But when I got out to the passenger pick up my mother was there and when I got to hug her again I was happy. My life changed for the better this summer and I got so many new memories I can cherish for the rest of my life. more