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It hasn't been easy getting from Ontario International Airport to New York City since JetBlue stopped flying a daily red-eye flight between the two destinations in September. It doesn't look like it will get any easier. Southwest Airlines' recent bid ...

For Southwest's Inland flights, nonstop-to-New York slots hard to land - Riverside Press Enterprise

BRITISH Airways is reported to be preparing to axe its early morning flight from Edinburgh to London. The "red eye" shuttle to Heathrow at 6.35am is regularly used by Prime Minister Gordon Brown, as well as Chancellor Alistair Darling. But BA is ...

9am Briefing: British Airways set to axe Edinburgh to Heathrow shuttle - Edinburgh News

Was it the throngs of young, screaming 'Twilight' fans that caused actor Robert Pattinson ’s hair to stand on end? The star of the hot vampire flick had an encounter with the forces of nature on Wednedsay night as he left GMTV studios in central ...

Robert Pattinson's Hair-Raising Night! - NBC 15

Forwards Tyler Hansbrough and Deon Thompson, and video coordinator Eric Hoots, did plenty to help North Carolina's basketball team win the Maui Invitational last week in Hawaii. But their biggest assist came on the plane home. The flight was about to ...

Heels come to the rescue - Raleigh News & Observer

NASA's Swift Gamma-ray Explorer satellite rocketed into space in 2004 on a mission to study some of the highest-energy events in the universe. The spacecraft has detected more than 380 gamma-ray bursts, fleeting flares that likely signal the birth of ...

NASA's Swift Looks To Comets For A Cool View - Redorbit.com

Entertainment Tonight, in partnership with Jive Records, Britney Spears and her management have decided to move up the world premiere of the title video from her new album Circus from Friday, December 5, by a day to Thursday, December 4. To watch an ...

ET Moves Up World Premiere of Britney Spears' 'Circus' Video! - NBC 15

BURBANK, Calif. - Tom Cruise's toys are all over the place. There are the 16 motorcycles sprinkled about his private hangar at the Burbank airport: an antique Norton, a vintage Harley, an Indian built by Steve McQueen. There are a couple of roadsters ...

Cruise takes a risky flight with 'Valkyrie' - AZCentral.com

So you booked your flight early. Now, a couple of weeks before you are scheduled to fly, some important meetings at work have come up and you have to change that flight. You have two choices: You can alert the airline immediately, which would improve ...

Changing flights fraught with fees, uncertainty - Chicago Tribune

(CBS) What happens after you win an historic eight gold medals in a single Olympic Games? Only one person in the world can answer that question: Michael Phelps. Since Beijing, Phelps has enjoyed his longest break from training ever. He's on a victory ...

Michael Phelps On Making Olympic History - CBS News

LOS ANGELES - The weather in southern California was spectacular yesterday and the Toronto Maple Leafs entered last night's encounter with the Los Angeles Kings having earned points in their last two games. But, even that cheery combination could not ...

Open Question: poll- have you ever took a red eye flight before?

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Resolved Question: What's wih the expression 'red eye flight'?

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Resolved Question: honestly am i a good writer?

here are some little things iv written in the past month or so (i just freewrote) "wow. you think that measily cry for me to stop is going to change my mind? your funnier than people give you credit for" He boomed, then roared out a laugh so intimidating i shook. HIs dirty fingernails dug deeper into my palms as he held me pinned to the moldy brick wall of the abandoned building. A clap of thunder, and the rain started, like needles digging into my skin, while he stood uneffected in his ripped leather jacket. "i OWN you. wour mine now. You have vbeen for the past 3 years. Iknew you didnt have to look at me long to know something was going to happen. You and your mother bo-Ah!!". HE let go of my left hand, his eyes burning straight through mine. He grabbed my raised leg without barely having to lean down, then pulled it up until i screamed, my tears so hot my cheeks turned red, then cooled down immediatly from the rain splattering against my face. "your a worthless piece of sh*t, just like your mother. She deserved exactly what she got" I had enough. "NO! let me go! HELP!" He laughed hysterically. what the h*ll is wrong with him? He pressed his muscular body against mine, his breath wreaking of whiskey. He let go of my hands, just to clasp his around my neck. I tried to fight back, but i couldnt. my body was numb. I simply let him defeat me, slid down the wall as i gagged. He tortured me for minutes on end, until i realized. He could kill me. Right then, he could. "If your mother EVER talks back to me again, i swear to god, it will be the day she dies" his clench got harder and harder. My eyes closed, and i lay, motionless, rested against the wall. He let go of my neck, i knew with a look of satisfaction. He walked away, his feet squeaking in his soaked boots. I used all my strength to stand up, pull my shirt down, and walk home silently. on a scale of 1 to 10 (10=highest) what would you rate that? NEXT STORY::: "god baby, i'm gonna miss you" "mom, can you stop smacking your gum?" I looked around. People were walking around hurriedly. The air smelled like toothpaste. Possibly because the cab smelled like bad breath. "i love you baby. Call me if theres a problem or you need ANYTHING baby. il help you" she smiled. What a lie. why does she have to act like she gives a sh*t about me whenever she goes away on a business trip? the only person she cares about is Dylan anyway. They both are total workaholics. My step brother is going to pop out holding a calculator, i swear. "robin, did you hear me?" "yeah mom" We walked into the airport. I still smelled toothpaste, but now also plastic, and stale bread. Delicious. Mom started talking about flight times, so i walked off to a magazine stand. Maybe she would forget to come back. "bye baby, i love you". Her stilettos clacked on the floor, her tight curly hair swaying. "no, wait! how do i get home?" It was too late. I leaned against the wall for a while, then called Dylan to pick me up. It was going to be a long summer. RATE! and those are my 2 most recent :) im in 7th grade, and am in AIG (academically, intelectually gifted) Language arts, and i always make 4s (highest grade, above average) on my reading EOGS and writing tests. my dad has gotten some work published in magazines, but no actual books, although i dont know if hes ever tried. i ove to write alot, and would like to do something in the film or writing industry for a career when im older. if i do film, id either be a script writer or director. as far as being an author---realistic fiction. ok thanx :) and im a much better speller, and my grammer and punctuality is much better i just didnt want to spend alot of time typing :) o ya. i have written a LOT more stuff i think is better, but couldnt find it :( and i wrote a short story for my launguage arts class last year, was the highest scorer in the claass, and was told i shoudlget it published :) thanks :) and i usually write on notebook paper, its just more comfortorable for me. so no, i didnt paste. and i typed it in the middle of the night last night, copying it from my notebook, and i was sleepy so i huried and thats y. also, i lost some of my better work :( these 2 happened to be written after some bad things had happened, which i wont go into detail about. i just wrote in this more depressing way because i was sad. and (not trying to be rude) could anyone explain the difference between what i wrote, and natural writing please? :) more

Voting Question: honestly do you think im a good writer?

Resolved Question: honestly ami a good writer?

Resolved Question: Am i a good writer???????? ?

here are some little things iv written in the past month or so (i just freewrote) "wow. you think that measily cry for me to stop is going to change my mind? your funnier than people give you credit for" He boomed, then roared out a laugh so intimidating i shook. HIs dirty fingernails dug deeper into my palms as he held me pinned to the moldy brick wall of the abandoned building. A clap of thunder, and the rain started, like needles digging into my skin, while he stood uneffected in his ripped leather jacket. "i OWN you. wour mine now. You have vbeen for the past 3 years. Iknew you didnt have to look at me long to know something was going to happen. You and your mother bo-Ah!!". HE let go of my left hand, his eyes burning straight through mine. He grabbed my raised leg without barely having to lean down, then pulled it up until i screamed, my tears so hot my cheeks turned red, then cooled down immediatly from the rain splattering against my face. "your a worthless piece of sh*t, just like your mother. She deserved exactly what she got" I had enough. "NO! let me go! HELP!" He laughed hysterically. what the h*ll is wrong with him? He pressed his muscular body against mine, his breath wreaking of whiskey. He let go of my hands, just to clasp his around my neck. I tried to fight back, but i couldnt. my body was numb. I simply let him defeat me, slid down the wall as i gagged. He tortured me for minutes on end, until i realized. He could kill me. Right then, he could. "If your mother EVER talks back to me again, i swear to god, it will be the day she dies" his clench got harder and harder. My eyes closed, and i lay, motionless, rested against the wall. He let go of my neck, i knew with a look of satisfaction. He walked away, his feet squeaking in his soaked boots. I used all my strength to stand up, pull my shirt down, and walk home silently. on a scale of 1 to 10 (10=highest) what would you rate that? NEXT STORY::: "god baby, i'm gonna miss you" "mom, can you stop smacking your gum?" I looked around. People were walking around hurriedly. The air smelled like toothpaste. Possibly because the cab smelled like bad breath. "i love you baby. Call me if theres a problem or you need ANYTHING baby. il help you" she smiled. What a lie. why does she have to act like she gives a sh*t about me whenever she goes away on a business trip? the only person she cares about is Dylan anyway. They both are total workaholics. My step brother is going to pop out holding a calculator, i swear. "robin, did you hear me?" "yeah mom" We walked into the airport. I still smelled toothpaste, but now also plastic, and stale bread. Delicious. Mom started talking about flight times, so i walked off to a magazine stand. Maybe she would forget to come back. "bye baby, i love you". Her stilettos clacked on the floor, her tight curly hair swaying. "no, wait! how do i get home?" It was too late. I leaned against the wall for a while, then called Dylan to pick me up. It was going to be a long summer. RATE! and those are my 2 most recent :) im in 7th grade, and am in AIG (academically, intelectually gifted) Language arts, and i always make 4s (highest grade, above average) on my reading EOGS and writing tests. my dad has gotten some work published in magazines, but no actual books, although i dont know if hes ever tried. i ove to write alot, and would like to do something in the film or writing industry for a career when im older. if i do film, id either be a script writer or director. as far as being an author---realistic fiction. ok honestly i think im an ok writer for a 7th grader. and my A+ in my LA class (with the meanest teacher in history also) kind of backs me up. but i just want opinions :) paradise c, i quote "im in the 7th grade". and yea my (quotations, capitilazation etc) is much better than that but i was just trying to finish typing because i cant b on the computer past 12:30. hence the fact im in 7th grade. more

Resolved Question: Would anyone care to read the start to a book of mine?

CHAP. ONE The grass is always greener on the other side. I look at the little inspiration magnet through the window of the gift shop. Who came up with that quote I wonder. A wailing baby and a distressed looking mother rush pass me as I turn away from the window, after noticing the lady at the cashier counter giving me odd looks. Like I’m going to rob the gift store in the middle of JF Kennedy airport. Some people can be so idiotic. Someone taps my shoulder, and I turn around to be met with a miniature youngster. He’s holding up a booklet and a pen. Great, there’s no escaping now. “Are you Damien Risquette?” He asks. “Yup,” I reply sourly. “Can please sign this for me?” The boy begs. “I love your movies that you do!” Why the hell is this boy watching the gory, and explicit films that I’m in, I wonder to myself. A woman, probably his mom walks behind the boy and smiles at me. “He adores you,” she says with a smile. “Yeah, I noticed,” I reply. I glance around the terminal, in search of some escape route. A small crowd of people have gathered around. Mostly women, thank god. “It’ll only take a second,” the woman says. “Please!?” The boy pipes in. I sigh and put on a forced smile then sign my name on the blank sheet in his booklet. It’s the only page with anything on it. After handing the book back, the boy grins and strides off his mother. Then the commotion starts. A girl screams out my name and that’s when I run for it. Now, when you see someone running through an airport, there is usually nothing wrong with that. It probably means that they are about to miss a flight or something. But, when someone is running through an airport while being tailed with a crowd of fixated young girls, and swooning women, there is room for wonderment. To say the least. I bolt to the entrance of the Private Lounge and flash my members card at the security. The oak doors shut behind me, leaving the hurricane of females behind me. I plop down in a leather chair and order over a red haired assistant. “I’ll have a glass of champagne,” I say. I lean back into the plush chair and attempt to doze off, but no sooner, the assistant returns with my drink. After about my third, or fourth glass I control myself and rummage through a pile of magazines on the coffee table in front of me. A Sports-Illustrated cover catches me eye. Mainly because, it’s my face on the cover. Okay, a bit narcissistic of me I’ll admit. “Damien Risquette: Manhattans own prized possession,” the title reads. I skim through it, wanting hear about what this writer has to say about me. I’m 23 years old, an actor and model, etc. I throw down the magazine out of boredom and walk to the large window across the lounge. Gazing out, and watching the planes take off down the tarmac makes me want to sleep, again. Or maybe its because of the content that was in the four glasses that sit on the coffee table where I was. I feel a pair of beady eyes staring at me from behind so I turn around. A timid looking, blonde girl is looking at me, nothing or no one else, just me. “Can I help you with anything?” I scowl at her. I wonder if I should be scared, when she seems to not even blink. “I-I was just wondering if-if you could sign this for me,” she rambles. She pulls out a booklet, much like the one the little boy had and thrusts it into my hand, before I even have a chance to reply back. I sign my name and give her back her book, mainly so that she can leave. Her and those freaky eyes. The luxury of being famous, I can think whatever I want about my fans and they’ll still go out and buy my movies and wear the designers I model for. After boredom overcomes again, I return to my seat by the coffee table and lean back to doze off. “Mr. Risquette.” I sit and turn around as a guy, probably a waiter because of his attire, walks in front of me. “What is it?” I ask. “Your plane is ready,” the guy replies. “By the way, I can I have an-” I bolt out the lounge doors before he can finish. If I keep signing autographs, at the rate I’m going I’ll get carpool tunnel. I walk down the tunnel separate from the main terminal. That is where the “High Flyers” terminal is, and where my private jet bound for California awaits. “Welcome Mr. Risquette,” the stewardess says as I enter the plane. I grunt to her, and walk to the back of the 12 person plane and take the window seat. I lean back in my chair, and attempt to doze off. I hear the stewardess approach me and I wave my hand away. That is my answer to whatever she had to ask. California better be more laidback than how my day is going so far. The grass is greener on the other side, how some people can dream. more

Resolved Question: Could you the intro to my book?

Voting Question: which of these books are good?

James Agee- A Death in the Family Sherman Alexie – Flight, Indian Killer James Baldwin-Go Tell it on the Mountain; Another Country, Giovanni’s Room John Barth- The Floating Opera, End of the Road, Giles Goat Boy, Sabbatical Saul Bellow- The Dangling, Humbolt’s Gift, Mr. Sammler’s Planet, Herzog Octavia Butler – Kindred, Fledgling Willa Cather- O Pioneers!, Death Comes for the Archbishop, My Antonia Kate Chopin- At Fault, The Awakening John Cheever- The Wapshot Chronicle, The Wapshot Scandal Sandra Cisneros – Caramelo Stephen Crane- The Red Badge of Courage Don Delillo – Underworld, White Noise Ralph Ellison- Invisible Man Dave Eggers- A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius Louise Erdrich – The Painted Drum, Love Medicine, The Beet Queen William Faulkner- The Unvanquished, Intruder in the Dust, Light in August, As I Lay Dying F. Scott Fitzgerald- Tender is the Night, The Last Tycoon, This Side of Paradise John Gardner- Grendel, October Light Nathaniel Hawthorne- Blithedale Romance, Marble Faun, House of Seven Gables Joseph Heller- Catch-22, Closing Time Hemingway- A Farewell to Arms, The Sun Also Rises, For Whom The Bell Tolls, To Have and Have Not William Dean Howells- The Rise of Silas Lapham, A Hazard of New Fortunes Zora Neale Hurston- Their Eyes Were Watching God John Irving- The World According to Garp, The Cider House Rules, A Prayer for Omen Meany Henry James- Portrait of a Lady, The Americans, The Bostonians Ken Kesey- One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest Sue Monk Kidd- The Secret Life of Bees Barbara Kingsolver- The Poisonwood Bible, Prodigal Summer Jerzy Kosinski- The Painted Bird, Being There, Cockpit Nella Larsen – Passing, Quicksand Sinclair Lewis- Babbitt, Arrowsmith, Main Street London- Martin Eden, The Call of the Wild, The Iron Heel Norman Mailer- The Naked and the Dead, The Deer Park, Harlot’s Ghost Bernard Malamud- The Assistant, The Natural, The Fixer Cormac McCarthy – The Road, Blood Meridian, No Country for Old Men Carson McCullers- The Heart is a Lonely Hunter, The Member of the Wedding, Ballad of The Sad Café Herman Melville- Moby Dick Margaret Mitchell- Gone with the Wind M. Scott Momaday- House Made of Dawn, The Way to Rainy Mountain Toni Morrison- Song of Solomon, Beloved, The Bluest Eye, Sula Vladimir Nabokov- Pale Fire Gloria Naylor- The Women of Brewster Place Frank Norris- McTeague, The Octopus Flannery O’Connor – The Violent Bear It Away, Wise Blood Carolyn Parkhurst- The Dogs of Babel Robert Pirsig- Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, Lila Sylvia Plath- The Bell Jar Katharine Anne Porter- Ship of Fools Thomas Pynchon – V., Gravity’s Rainbow Ayn Rand- Atlas Shrugged, The Fountainhead, We the Living Frederick Reiken- The Odd Sea, The Lost Legends of New Jersey Marilynne Robinson - Housekeeping Philip Roth- The Plot Against America, Exit Ghost, American Pastoral J. D. Salinger- Franny and Zooey, Raise High the Roof Beams, The Catcher in the Rye Alice Sebold – The Lovely Bones Upton Sinclair- The Jungle Jane Smiley- A Thousand Acres, Moo John Steinbeck- East of Eden, Winter of Our Discontent, The Moon Is Down, Cannery Row Amy Tan- The Kitchen God’s Wife, The Bonesetter’s Daughter Mark Twain- Innocents Abroad, Mysterious Stranger, Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court John Updike- Rabbit Run, Rabbit Redux, Rabbit is Rich, Rabbit at Rest, The Centaur, The Coup Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. - Slaughterhouse Five, Cat’s Cradle, Breakfast of Champions, The Sirens of Titan, Mother Night Alice Walker- The Color Purple, Possessing the Secret of Joy Robert Penn Warren- All the Kings Men, A Place to Come to Dorothy West – The Living is Easy Nathaniel West- Miss Lonely Hearts, Day of the Locusts Edith Wharton- Ethan Frome, The Age of Innocence, Custom of the Country Thomas Wolfe- Look Homeward, Angel, You Can’t Go Home Again Richard Wright- Native Son, Black Boy I need to choose one to read for american lit. let me know if you've read any that were good more

Resolved Question: Please help... Paris Dream...?

I need some help. I had this dream & its just been bugging me so any feedback would be great. First off the main colors were gold and a light cream/tan. So, here ya go: It started off leaving an airport going to Paris very very early in the morning. I was there all day by myself wandering around, saw the Eiffel Tower, etc. Wasn't really talking to anybody or anything, I remember buying things and thinking when I was getting them that I had to have something to remember the trip by. Then there was this sudden rush to get back to the airport so that I wouldnt miss my flight. In trying to get back I got lost in these shops and ally ways and kept getting turned around. I finally made it back to the airport for my red eye flight home and that was when I woke up. I know this probably is nothing, but I can't stop thinking about the dream. Thanks in advance for your help. more

Resolved Question: Why do your eyes get red on long flights? (10 hours plus)?

Each time I am in a long flight, my eyes become red and slightly irritated. Is there any way to prevent this? more

Voting Question: How to make money for a plane ticket, Need Help!!!?

I am 15 years old and my dad and I are currently living apart from the rest of our family in wisconsin. My mom and sister are trying to sell the house. We need fast money so we can visit for thanksgving. do you have any tips for fast cash. Something realistic. I have no time for a real job because of school and sports. I need about 350$ for one plane ticket. Or if you know of a cheap flight going from Phoenix to Milwaukee on a red eye flight on NOV. 26 that would be great. I need to make money. And I really need help. THANK YOU! :) I forgot to mention that i'm in an apartment and i can't have a garage sale. I'm in arizona so theres no snow to shovel. not a lot of yards to mowe. Any ideas? more

Resolved Question: Is this a good song for the book Twilight for Edward and Bella....?

the song is "Hello Seattle" by Owl City here are the lyrics: Hello Seattle, I am a mountaineer In the hills and highlands I fall asleep in hospital parking lots And awake in your house Hello Seattle, I am a manteray Deep beneathe the blue waves Ill crawl the sandy bottom of Puget Sound And construct a summer home Hello Seattle, I am the cresant moon Shining down on your face I will disguise myself as a sleeping pill And descend inside of you Hello Seattle, I am a cold seahorse Feeling warm in your sand I sing about the tide and the ocean surf Rolling in the evening breeze Hello Seattle, I am an albatross on the docks and your boats I sail above your inlets and interstates Through the rain and open wind Hello Seattle, I am an old lighthouse Throwing beams of bright lights Red in the morning, blue in the evening sun Taken heed from everyone Hello Seattle, I am a mountaineer In the hills and highlands I fall asleep in hospital parking lots Take me above your light Carry me through the night Hold me secure in flight Sing me to sleep tonight Take me above your light (Hello Seattle I am) Carry me through the night (a mountaineer, In the hills) Hold me secure in flight (and highlands I fall asleep in hospital) I also like the song, "Northern Downpour" by Panic at the Disco for the end of the book "New Moon" Here are the lyrics. If all our life is but a dream, fantastic posing greed. Then we should feed our jewellery to the sea. For diamonds do appear to be. Just like broken glass to me. Then she said she cant believe. Genius only comes along in storms of fabled foreign tongues. Tripping eyes, and flooded lungs. Northern Downpour sends its love. Hey moon, please forget to fall down. Hey moon, don’t you go down. Sugarcane in the easy morning. Weathervanes my one and lonely. The ink is running toward the page, it’s chasing off the days. Look back at boat feet and that winding knee. I missed your skin when you were east. You clicked your heels and wished for me. Through playful lips made of yarn that fragiled Capricorn unravelled words like moths upon old scarves. I know the world’s a broken bone, but melt your headaches call it home. You are at the top of my lungs. Drawn to the ones who never yawn. Do you agree? Yeah, hello seattle kinda does have weird lyrics. Thanks for positive feedback. :-D more

Resolved Question: Any good bands/songs? In the punk/acoustic/emo genre?

Like- All Time Low We the Kings Metro Station Yellow Card Plain white Ts The rocket summer * all time low * boys like girls * we the kings * sherwood * making april * sing it loud * run kid run * Something corprate * Reliant K * Houstan Calls - Bob and Bonnie * Amber Pacific - summer in b * Armor for sleep * Danger is my middle name - subject to setback, revenge on the radio * The sickest kids * The echo screen * The Friday night boys * Lights out dancing * The Maine ((((((((((((((( * Metrostation - shake it , califnornia, kelsey * Red Car Wire - kids in love * Rufio - above me * Panic at the disco - nine in the afternoon * Every avenue * Nickasaur * Death cab for cutie * New found glory * Stellar Kart * Eleventy Seven * Yael Naim * Brand New - Soco amaretto lime * Alison Kaplan * Fine Frenzy - almost lover * Honor Bright * A cursive memory * jason mraz * Marie Digby * The Medic Droid * Scouting for girls - heart beat * Second hand serenade * The morning of * mercy mercedes- perfect scene * stereo skyline * hit the lights * my favorite holiday * drop out year- cupid found his mark, tire swing romance * Dashboard- hands down * Faber * Backseat goodbye- hey * bright eyes- first day of my life * automatic love letter * the delays- love made visible * from first to last * Starting line * the darkness- i believe in a thing called love * kill hannah * camera cantile * hollywood undead * summerset * five times august * lower definition * the ready set * select start * hit thhe lights * failing farewell * never say never * goodnight nurse * shutter sigh relief * breathe electric * forever with diamonds * goodnight sunrise * rediscover * and then there were none * just surrender * hurry lets go * the morning light * the cab * represent! * Fight! Fight! Fight! * handshakes and high fives * easton * good with grenades * danger radio * boys will be boys * powerspace * 1-800-zombie * Stop! Now! Go! * the hush sound * bigger lights * a rocket to the moon * Brighten * this providence * the academy is.. * jonas brothers burning up for you baby * Above all else * ten second epic * the reason * attack! attack! - i kissed a girl * saving litchfield * you me and everyone we know * johny strat- sixteen * head automatica - beating heart baby * shorelines end * a virginia sky * flight 409 - don't stop believing * alone and legandary * a bird a sparrow * trillit * a sunset diary * the hint * nude- we can get into this * breathe electric * intruder alert! - please don't remix * my toy box - this summer * nevershoutnever * racing kites * owl city *brighten *ten seconds epic *above all else *bigger lights so much- spilled canvas untouched - veronicas with me sum 41 smother me the used hawk nelson arms around me* something on my mind everything to me hello Any others?! That'd be a hugee help! :) my favorite high way bigger then love in my heart** just surrender - your life and mine more

Resolved Question: Could you grade my essay please?

April Morning Essay on Maturity Eleanor Roosevelt once said, “A mature person is one who does not think in only absolutes, who is able to be objective even when deeply stirred emotionally, who has learned that there is both good and bad in all people and all things, and who walks humbly and deals charitably. (Eleanor Roosevelt)” Eleanor Roosevelt is saying that a person is mature when they learn to think and act differently. In the story April Morning, by Howard Fast, death is in the air. The British have come to Lexington, and are prepared to kill. As the townsmen stumble at the commons, one shot is made and Adam Cooper’s life changes forever. Adam Cooper is a fifteen-year old boy, desperate for his father, Moses Cooper’s, respect. When the call was made that the British were coming, Adam goes to fight them. He is very motivated until his father was shot. Now Adam has to fight the battle and the flight for life alone. Typically a boy becomes a “man,” after growing through challenges, and physical growth, but in the story April Morning, Adam Cooper becomes a man over a course of two challenging days during the war of Lexington and Concord. Adam matures when he experiences death, meets Solomon Chandler, and returns from the war. To commence, Adam Cooper becomes a man when he experiences loss. The horse rider screamed, “ The British are coming, the British are coming!”(55). All the village men scurried to the commons to sign the Muster Book. Hours after, the British arrive with muskets and bayonets, ready to kill. The British man on a horse rode right up to Moses and Boom! The first shot was fired and Moses Cooper was dead. The pain flew through Adam like birds on a spring day. He could not stop, for he would be dead too. He ran to hide behind a ditch. Jonas Parker lied with a bayonet through him. Blood poured out everywhere. After witnessing the terrible holocaust, Adam said, “I began to think of how much blood a man has, you just never know that a man can bleed so much, a red river coming out of him, until you see it happen…”(103). From there on, Adam knew that he needed to be very meticulous of where he was, because the British are their cruel adversaries to the men of Lexington. He heard the British inching closer, and made a run for the smoke house. Adam avoided the reality and just kept running. Heavy with thoughts, Adam hid in the smoke house and cried. He bawled his eyes out, until there was only a little tear left in his eye. Soon, a small voice echoed from around the corner, “Adam, Adam Cooper?” It was Levi, who had also scrutinized at his dead father. Together they cried in the smoke house. Adam then realized that he would now have to become a fatherly figure to his little brother Levi. “…I told myself that from now on, I would take care of him just as if I was his own father,”(108). As Adam Cooper becomes a man, he experiences the harsh reality of death that comes with war. To Adam, everything was the inclement reality of war, until he met Solomon Chandler, who helped him fortify his troubles with loss and war. Running from reality was a good idea for Adam. As he ran, his heart pounded out of him, until he hit Solomon Chandler. Solomon Chandler was a large freckly old man. He was very belligerent. Solomon Chandler knew everything about war, and tried to pass it onto Adam. When Adam first ran into him, he was still devastated from his father’s death. Solomon Chandler told Adam to let out his grief because holding it in would only make it worse. Adam soon prattled, “ My fathers dead. Talking like this won’t bring him back. (117T)." By saying that, Adam shows that he has matured, because he knows the reality of the dour situation. Later, the two men ate a hearty meal before leaving Lexington and heading for Concord. Solomon Chandler and Adam soon ran into Cousin Simmons and a few other men, and formed a group to fight the British. The group soon split into two, but they still were after the same goal. Solomon Chandler and Adam guised themselves behind a stone wall, and redressed the guns to shoot a bloody old Redcoat. Adam became a “pro” at shooting the guns. He was learning an abundance of information from Solomon Chandler. When Adam Cooper met Solomon Chandler, he matured greatly. When Adam returns from the war, he has metamorphosed into a totally different person. For example, Mother said, “Adam Cooper, fifteen years-old but over night, a man…” (193M). Adam thought a bit differently, but everyone could tell that he had changed. Although returning safely from the war was a huge shock for their family and friends, it was an even bigger shock when they found out that Adam wasn’t really dead. A letter had been sent to the town, saying that Adam Cooper had died in the war, because he had fallen asleep, but Solomon Chandler and Cousin Simmons had mistaken it for death. Everyone was so proud and ecstatic By the way, I am 13, and the rest of the essay did not fit, but could you please help me! more

Voting Question: My own snacks on board Singapore Airlines Flight?

I am flying the red-eye from Singapore out to Sydney. If you are familiar with Singapore Airlines, would it be OK for me to bring my own snacks?It's for me to share with my toddler. And yes, I will make sure these snacks are good for my little one. Thanks. more

Resolved Question: Have you ever passed the "Pipe of Peace"?

Pipe of Peace Gathered in tribal kiva I sit cross-legged on red dirt floor eye-to-eye with new native friend his council attending in tight outer circle their eyes remain intent the pipe is soon to be passed white man calls it the pipe of peace but I knew it to be my first test peyote-filled pipe we shared through long night our spirits joined and took flight we saw with one pair of eyes those who stood observing behind would be the only ones who would fully recall what was seen and heard that smokey night ancient test I knew I had passed when in morning he called me his Brother this tradition has proven wise through the ages do not give of your heart until your spirit has soared as one with the other. more

Voting Question: What time is the least busy to fly?

I will be flying standby. I heard that red eye flights are pretty busy too. So what time and or day of the week is the best to fly? TIME OF DAY. Not year. more

Voting Question: Allergies or something else?

I'm trying to figure out what's wrong with my sinuses/ears. I went to one doctor (on campus so they're not that great) and she said I have allergies but I don't think I do. It doesn't feel like allergies and I've never had them before (I know you can develop them randomly). Here's the story... Last June I went on a research trip to the Tortugas. We spent a week snorkeling all day long. No big deal. Then afterwards I felt like one of my ears was clogged. I've always had really waxy ears so I figured it was just that but after clearing it with hydrogen peroxide, it still felt clogged. I went to the doctor on campus and she said it was the tube behind my ear that was clogged which was why the Hydrogen Peroxide didn't help. She put me on Zyrtec for a few days and it cleared it up. While I was on the Zyrtec my throat and mouth felt uncomfortably dry. An unnatural dry. But that went away when I was off the Zyrtec. Then in November I had to fly 2 weekends in a row with 4 flights each time so a total of 8 flights. Each time right as we started to descend my head hurt really bad. it felt like pins, needles and fire on my forehead and there was a lot of pressure all over my head. It was the same sensation I get if I'm diving and I come up too fast if that helps anyone. I could pop my ears just fine and that didn't help. Then in May I went on another week long research trip to the Tortugas and when I dove down I got that same pressure/pins and needles feeling when I was about 8 feet deep (aka when you first start to feel the next pressure level). I popped my ears and everything and nothing helped. (I've been snorkeling and diving my whole life so I know how to pop my ears underwater). Immediately after I got back from that trip I took a plane to NYC. I didn't experience the pressure on this flight (thanks God!) but after I got back from that trip I had the drainage issues again but this time in both ears. (The Tortugas was nice and warm and wet and then I went to a cold and wet environment on very little sleep so I figured I did it to myself). That's when the doctor said that if I'd spent anytime living in Florida (I've lived here my whole life. Mostly in south Florida where there's pollen and all that weird allergy stuff year around) then I'd develop allergies. I knew she was full of it because my mom has lived here for her whole life (53 years) and she doesn't have any allergies that aren't food related. My dad and my sister have allergies so i know what they look like and I don't have the symptoms they have. My eyes don't get puffy or red or watery. I'm not sneezing all the time. Yes I do have a runny nose more so than normal but I don't think it's related. Also, I've been having issues with my nose producing more "boogers" than normal (usually I never have them or its rare and now I'm blowing my nose every day sometimes more than once a day to clear them). Does anyone have any idea what is wrong with me? Anyone else experience anything like this? Thanks in advance!!! The roof of my mouth doesn't itch. It just seems normal. I have been slightly dizzy sometimes though which makes me think it has something to do with something around my ears. I thought sinus infection too even though I don't have a fever. maybe something just there enough that I have problems with it but not bad enough to make me sick. Thanks for the reminder!! I did try to take allergy medicine (Walmart brand) and it didn't improve anything. So there's another not-allergies point. I'm going to look around for an ENT and see what they say. Thanks everyone! more

Resolved Question: Is my poem for english good?

Flying Snow cloaked in assassin’s red Tread silently on yellow leaved bed The falling leaves take flight and fill the sky Snow meets Moon and one will die Whether by sword or knife These assassins’ tools Life will puddle the ground In warm blood pools, Each artist poised Blades raised To strike their blows With warrior eyes ablaze Moon after Snow Her blade is a blur But Snow slows time to parry her blows Moon’s carefully honed blade Scies the crisp air The yellow leaves just escape But not Snow’s obsidian hair Snow’s hair floats down Onto a yellow leaved bed When Moon hears the words her mortal soul surely dreads “If you wish to perish today I will assist you” Snow sneers with cold contempt as her blade meets Her assassin sister with a burning deadly stare Moon rests motionless as the leaves come down To surround her silent body sleeping on the ground Snow swiftly glides away As she again has won against unskilled blades. more

Resolved Question: Men Never Listen!!! lol this is funny?

On a flight to Chicago, a gentleman had made several attempts to get into the men's restroom, but it had always been occupied. The flight attendant noticed his predicament. Sir, she said, "You may use the ladies room if you promise not to touch any of the buttons on the wall." He did what he needed to and as he sat there he noticed the buttons he had promised not to touch. Each button was identified by letters: WW, WA, PP,and a red one labeled ATR. Who would know if he touched them? He couldn't resist. He pushed WW. Warm water was sprayed gently upon his bottom. What a nice feeling, he thought. Men's restrooms don't have nice things like this. Anticipating greater pleasure, he pushed the WA button. Warm air replaced the warm water, gently drying his underside. When this stopped, he pushed the PP button. A large powder puff caressed his rear adding a fragile scent of spring flowers to this unbelievable pleasure. The ladies restroom was more than a restroom, it is tender loving pleasure. When the powder puff completed its pleasure, he couldn't wait to push the ATR button which he knew would be supreme ecstasy. Next thing he knew he was in a hospital as soon as he opened his eyes. A nurse was staring down at him with a smirk on her face. "What happened?" he exclaimed. "You pushed one too many buttons," replied the nurse. "The last button marked ATR was an Automatic Tampon Remover. Your willy is under your pillow." more

Voting Question: Help with my sonnet due tomorrow?

I don't know what to name it and there's two lines i ended with "..." because i don't know how to end those lines. please help. what do you think? When a wondrous sun sets over the bay Or when a baby robin takes it's first flight What words come to mind? What message is conveyed? Beauty: the one thing in the world that is right. It takes place in every being on this land From the biggest palace to a small daisy Beauty has no shape, I've come to understand It all depends on how deep a soul can see The brilliance of such beauty is... Not even close to that of... It's like the elegance of a single red rose It cannot be measured as many people do There's a special uniqueness to beauty So open your eyes and look around thee. more

Voting Question: What am i becoming? seriously ?

I like this girl...and no its not the "qiucky theory" either. But there is a preblem she has a boyfriend but i havent seen them together in a while... She goes to the same school...We had a meeting and i made a joke to her and her friends and all of her friends giggled and smiled but she just sighed and had an impression of W/E big time. A week later i told about some thing in our class and everyone INCLUDING HER smiled and laughed. Now the issue is that there are some religious stuff at work. Also in freshmen year i had the guts to indirectly give her my email which was a failure. Also i was going up a flight of stairs once and i looked down to the left and saw her face and her eyes looking at me. Also at PTA i saw her with her mom and i was like a 100 ft back saw her turn around and look at me. I kinda tried to facebook her; FOUND her and couldnt leave any message. i can talk to almost every fkn women on earth but my mouth stays shut and i cant say a word in front of her. Once in a class i was going left and she came in front of me....being a gentlemen i shouldve given her the right of way and she said "sorry" but the JAK A i was. I looked down, red and uncertain walked away. If it was some other girl i wouldve said no its ok BLAH BLAH BLAH and given her the right of way. I have never felt this way; i try to forget her but i cant. I tell myself i hate her but in the end its like im lying to myself. I am on the edge and am gona lose it. Q for u Do you think she likes me? What kind of help do i need? Why do i freeze in front of her? FUKS WRONG WITH ME? 31 minutes ago - 1 week left to answer. Additional Details 31 minutes ago i kno it sounds like a chic flick but seriously help me out 24 minutes ago wow u guys read this stuff pretty damn fast.... BTW i think im becoming a stalker. I got her aim email and emailed a bunch of junk to her. On the bottom i even put that if you dont want to recieve this email back with a "i dont want this" just to recieve those words.....every 2 days ive been doing this for the past week. Just for that much.... And whats it doing in the Marriage in divorce lol i dont kno man cant even fkn talk to her marriage is a mile away lol0 21 minutes ago well shes a muslim and well i didnt want to say that because half of you will not even reply now....but she is religous and covers herself and i value that....i really do but i want to keep away from the religion factor because they arent allowd to date....but shes already well not so much dating but in a way going out. So its like if i ask her out will i offend her or if i dont ill never kno its such a huge conflict.... BTW get this im suppose to work til 6 o clock in this financial firm. now my manager was out and some of the employees out for a smoke and/or the bathroom. i chose to leave at 4:45 can u fkn imagaine that for an internship tat people would kill for i left early. I left early bcz she has an internship but gets out at 5. now she works to the east of my firm and i live to the west. So i chose to go her firm and waited like an entire hour and then left "No hope there"....yet i still dont kno wat to do more

Resolved Question: What the hell is love?? driving me crazy!!!!!!!?

I like this girl...and no its not the "qiucky theory" either. But there is a preblem she has a boyfriend but i havent seen them together in a while... She goes to the same school...We had a meeting and i made a joke to her and her friends and all of her friends giggled and smiled but she just sighed and had an impression of W/E big time. A week later i told about some thing in our class and everyone INCLUDING HER smiled and laughed. Now the issue is that there are some religious stuff at work. Also in freshmen year i had the guts to indirectly give her my email which was a failure. Also i was going up a flight of stairs once and i looked down to the left and saw her face and her eyes looking at me. Also at PTA i saw her with her mom and i was like a 100 ft back saw her turn around and look at me. I kinda tried to facebook her; FOUND her and couldnt leave any message. i can talk to almost every fkn women on earth but my mouth stays shut and i cant say a word in front of her. Once in a class i was going left and she came in front of me....being a gentlemen i shouldve given her the right of way and she said "sorry" but the JAK A i was. I looked down, red and uncertain walked away. If it was some other girl i wouldve said no its ok BLAH BLAH BLAH and given her the right of way. I have never felt this way; i try to forget her but i cant. I tell myself i hate her but in the end its like im lying to myself. I am on the edge and am gona lose it. Q for u Do you think she likes me? What kind of help do i need? Why do i freeze in front of her? FUKS WRONG WITH ME? i kno it sounds like a chic flick but seriously help me out wow u guys read this stuff pretty damn fast.... BTW i think im becoming a stalker. I got her aim email and emailed a bunch of junk to her. On the bottom i even put that if you dont want to recieve this email back with a "i dont want this" just to recieve those words.....every 2 days ive been doing this for the past week. Just for that much.... well shes a muslim and well i didnt want to say that because half of you will not even reply now....but she is religous and covers herself and i value that....i really do but i want to keep away from the religion factor because they arent allowd to date....but shes already well not so much dating but in a way going out. So its like if i ask her out will i offend her or if i dont ill never kno its such a huge conflict.... NO OFFENSE BUT TAT STUFF DOESNT HEKP IN REAL LIFE....ONLY IN ANIME OR CARTOONS....SORRY DUDE ITS JUST TOUGH MAN more

Resolved Question: what's the best way to travel?

i'm taking the red-eye flight from seattle to detroit. does anyone have any suggestions on how i can make this as comfortable as possible? more

Resolved Question: Can you read the first part of my story?

This is my story, I am twelve so dont be so harsh. It is for fun. The twins are both 12 1/2 . This is only the first part. I will correct grammar errors when I am done. Please enjoy. Gone Chapter One When I woke up my adopted mom and twin brother were gone. I thought maybe they had gone to the store and didn’t want to wake me up. After about ten minutes of lying in bed I said to myself, “Maybe I should call them just to be sure.” I did in fact call them only to find out that their phones had been disconnected. I am not someone who usually gets worried, but how could I not be. I looked in all of the rooms in the house, finding nothing but emptiness. I had only seen this once before on a TV show. Unlike the TV show I didn’t exactly consider myself the annoying type, so I knew they didn’t try to run away from me. Maybe they went to get brand new phones; theirs were kind of old and beat up. I ran down both flights of stairs opened the front door and found my twin brother Jake sitting on the grass with our dog. I went up to him and tapped his shoulder lightly; at least I thought it was lightly. I heard him mutter something, but I wasn’t quite sure what it was. I told him to speak up, but he refused. When I sat down in front of him I saw a big cut from his wrist to his elbow. His face was red, just like his eyes. It was clear he had been crying. Did he know what had happened? It took me a while to find a polite way to ask him. Finally it came to me. “Um, Jake” I said softly, “What happened to your arm?” He didn’t answer, so I stood up and put my hand out gesturing I wanted to help him up, but he just glared blankly into space. I figured he must have been in pain, so I started walking to the front door to get some anti-bacterial spray and bandages. I then heard him cry. I ran as quickly as possible and sat down again. He finally started talking again, so I asked him what had happened. He then told me the whole story. “I woke up and went downstairs to Mom”, he said with tears in his eyes, “and found her with Aunt Mindy and Uncle Derek. They were telling me to go back up stairs and to lock my door, but I didn’t want to. I was really confused but heard urgency in their voices, so I just hid behind the bar counter and watched. I saw all of them had their hands tied up and I got a little scared. All of a sudden, these strange men in masks grabbed all of their arms and dragged them to the door. I was stupid though and through a wine glass at the biggest one. Of course he felt it and started walking towards me. I thought I was strong enough, and tried to beat him up. That was another stupid mistake made by me. He pushed me and I pretended to be injured as I lay there on the floor trying to convince him I was unconscious. I thought it would never work, but I guess it did. He walked away, picked Uncle Derek up off the floor and the three of them continued dragging them to the door. I crept as softly as I could over to the door and went outside. The big guy still had the glass that I threw at him, noticed I was behind him, and scratched my arm. This time, I really did go unconscious.” I could tell he was still in pain, so I ran inside, got some spray and bandages, then ran outside and sat down. This was not a small cut; it was around 8 inches long. He always got queasy at the sight of blood, so I told him not to look, but he did anyway. I sprayed wound, took an extra bandage that I brought, cleaned it up, the wrapped the bandage around his whole arm. It must have hurt, because he started to tear up a bit. “Continue the story please”, I said. “Okay, so. Wait, where was I?” he asked, his voice weary from the pain. “At the part where you fainted” “Oh yeah. Er, okay, so I fainted and was unconscious for like 30 minutes. Then, you came outside.” “That’s probably why you were so blank then.” I said thinking I was so smart. “No, I was blank because I was thinking. I thought maybe I fell asleep and was dreaming, but then I felt my blood drip down my arm, and felt it burn my skin.” He corrected. “Oh” He could tell I was embarrassed. I think the story must have been boring for our dog Lola. She was a Golden Retriever, who was very sweet. She was currently sleeping though. I started to pet her and she looked up at me. I realized she was bleeding on her side; she had a shallow cut, and it was much less severe than Jake’s. “What happened to Lola?” I asked with a concerned tone of voice. “I totally forgot, she attacked one of the dudes and they kicked her. She didn’t yelp though. She was awesome, you should have seen her bite that guy’s arm and scratch their backs. I didn’t know she could be so strong and like fierce and stuff.” He sounded happy. “Is this some kind of joke to you? Mom and Aunt Mindy and Uncle Derek could be in serious danger right now, I need to help Lola and then we need to go to the police station to report this.” I w more

Resolved Question: Do you like my poem???? tell me what you think of it please!!!?

Stare in my reflection in the mist of the river you will not see my face nor a shadow. The twilight is when I take my flight becoming one in the night. Natural instincts kick in eyes fall into a deep diery red glow; I feel my soulless, heartless body race faster towards the ulcerous uniamous scent of blood I smell. Faster I swift from tree to tree grasping at the branches as my hands hit them with the speed of light becoming with the course of fiction of gravity. Closer and closer I feel my senses grow stronger as I grow nearer to my prey........ Pouncing on him I push him, knocking him down against a tree ... Sinking my teeth into his neck before even having a chance to look into his beautiful face I drink. Life coming back to my soulless body I drink his away ... Seeing my venom flow slowly into his veins sparing his now lifeless white body new life as something wild for me to look for in the night..... I kiss his lips a sweet scent of my breath touches the inner braces of his mouth. A way of me telling him good bye..... Someday I know we will meet again both hunting for the same prey ...When I see him again his same beautiful face, yet new wild lifeless soul I know I will be stopped in the traces of motion caught in amazement of his gaze.... His ember eyes will be like a flaming torch to my heart... One that will never burn out and keep glowing like the likeness of the full born night <333 ..... <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 more

Resolved Question: What would be the best airline to fly? Info Inside?

I will be flying from Kansas City to Seattle Washington this summer. I will be flying my small dog (He has flown with me before) But i would like to do a red eye. I would be perfectly fine with having a layover even if it is for like 5 hours if not more. I want to do a late night flight and then arrive into Seattle the next morning. Can you find out which airlines do Red eyes and i mean late night flights? And yes i do know that i will be paying for my dog to fly. I was going to do Southwest but they do not do late night flights. Thanks :) Well what would be the latest flight i could take? I have always wanted to do a late night flight. And i was hoping i could leave late at night have a layover and then arrive the next morning because we would go out to breakfast and plus i would be well rested for the ride to my cousin's house because they live about 3 hours away from Seattle more

Resolved Question: Is it hard to get a Red Eye flight?

I am flying from Kansas City to Washington State this summer. I am 17 and i want to do a red eye very late at night flight. I am fine with having a 4 hour if not more layover and then going to Washington State and arriving the next morning. My cousin wants me to fly Southwest because it is the only airline that i haven't had a problem with so far. And i will be flying with my daschund dog he will go under the seat and i will pay more. So do they have late night flights? Thanks :) Because i would like to fly at night and arrive in the morning for a couple of reasons. We can get breakfast when i arrive and the airports are nearly abandoned that late at night so it won't be a hassle to get to the next gate more

Resolved Question: I just got back from a red-eye flight. My feet are so swollen, Will Toprol help reduce the swelling?

When I say they are swollen, I am not kidding. I have about a 8 pound differential in about a day, so I know I am bloated, holding water. My feeet hurt, they feel like they are burning a little. Thank you in advance for your help. I really, really appreciate it. more

Voting Question: what should i title my essay?

can you please help me come up with a good title for it i seriously dont know WHAT to call it.......thank you i really appreciate it ------>Going to a foreign country really changed the way I viewed things in life. Back in 2001, my parents decided to go on a family vacation to their home country, Nicaragua. I was not happy at all I remember telling them “why are you taking me to that stupid country, I wasn’t even born there…I hate it!” when I had never even been to the place. It took me five hours, pretty much the whole flight, to calm down I kept crying because I was scared. It was my first time traveling on a plane and I was complaining about how I did not want to go. I was astonished when we arrived, I had never been out of the United States in my whole entire life. Everything was so different from back home-the people, the weather, the city, the cars. You name it. Nicaragua is a very poor country. Even my parents were left speechless because they did not remember it being so corrupt; they had not been there in twelve years. I had never seen so many homeless people in my life. One thing that caught my attention the most was that there were children who were also homeless begging for food and money. It was something that I was not used to seeing much of here in United States. These children had torn and dirty clothing, messy hair, and some of them did not even have shoes. If they were lucky enough to have a pair on, they were usually torn and their toes would show. I kept asking myself, “Where are these kids’ parents?” I asked my uncle the same thing, and he told me that in some cases their parents had abandoned them and that some of them just ran away from home because they were beat on and forced to do things they did not want to, so they would rather be on the streets for those reasons. On our way home my family and I passed by a McDonald’s. I told my dad I was hungry so we all decided to go grab something to eat. We ordered “take out” because we had to go home before dark to unpack and get settled in our rooms. I got myself a kid’s meal, and while we drove off we caught a red light at the same time I was eating my French fries. Then, I noticed that a little girl of about six years or younger staring right at me across the car window while I ate. I immediately felt uncomfortable eating in front of her and stopped. She then spoke up and said, “excuse me, can I have one? I haven’t eaten all day.” I said, “sure” and gave her about seven fries. She snatched them right from my hand and walked away from the car. With her back to me, she stuffed them all in her mouth at once. I do not think she was aware that I was looking at her while she did this; I felt terrible for her. The light turned green, but before we took off I told myself, “she needs this more than I do.” I decided to give her my kid’s meal. I did not know her name so I caught her attention by saying, “hey little girl!.” She came closer and I reached out my kid’s meal box and handed it to her. As soon as she held the box in her hands she smiled and thanked me. She then ran off to the other side of the street and sat under a light pole. This moment taught me a valuable lesson It made me realize that I should be thankful for having what I have: a roof over my head, clean clothing, and food. Not everyone is fortunate enough to have all these things. I was one of those people who did not really pay attention to homeless people because I would always think of them as lazy people who did not want to work and who wanted to live off the charity of others. I will not lie and say that I do not think like that anymore, because over here I sometimes do. I do care, for those in different countries because other countries usually lack money. It is difficult for them to even get a job, and how will little kids work? I saw some kids who were trying to make decent money by cleaning car windows, shining people’s shoes, selling candy, fresh fruit, and water on the streets. There are also kids who want money easily, so they just steal what they can. It is a necessity to them if they are on their own. Now when I go to Nicaragua, I do not go kicking and screaming. I actually like to go there. Even though it is the second poorest country in the world, it has a lot of beautiful places. When someone asks me for money, I give them at least one dollar, which is a lot for them. With that dollar they can buy themselves a delicious typical dish and fill their stomachs. I am glad I went over there; it opened my eyes. Life in other countries is definitely not the same as they are shown on television yeah its okay though i complete understand you......sorry it is LONG i mean i wouldnt even wanna read myself BUT my professor wanted 750 or + words more

Resolved Question: What say you of this "Love's Imprint" poem?

Love's Imprint Angry child squats in amber field burdened by troubles he wrought upon himself. Red, swollen eyes catch a butterfly in flight, its freedom and lightness sharp contrast to his own caged existence unpalatable truth his only key left for desperate escape. He watches wings busily flutter creating a kaleidoscope of vibrant colors, beauty too pure and piercing for broken boy to behold. He swiftly snatches royar monarch mid-air driven to transfer his pain onto another. Deliberately each wing he tears and destroys. Malicious act, though, yields no desired relief. Instead, transferred onto boy's fingers, a rainbow of radiant residue remains. Still angry child furiously wipes hands on faded jeans. Vulnerable thing of beauty leaves indelible imprint, its sacrificial last act, unappreciated. A truth wounded child may never comprehend. Yes, Dragon, thanks, royal monarch...typo! more

Resolved Question: Can you do a summary of this story please? 10 points!?

David's Haircut By Ken Elkes When David steps out of the front door he is blinded for a moment by the white, fizzing sunlight and reaches instinctively for his dad's hand. It's the first really warm day of the year, an unexpected heat that bridges the cusp between spring and summer. Father and son are on their way to the barbershop, something they have always done together. Always, the routine is the same. "It's about time we got that mop of yours cut," David's dad will say, pointing at him with two fingers, a cigarette wedged between them. "Perhaps I should do it. Where are those shears Janet?" Sometimes his dad chases him round the living room, pretending to cut off his ears. When he was young David used to get too excited and start crying, scared that maybe he really would lose his ears, but he has long since grown out of that. Mr Samuels' barbershop is in a long room above the chip shop, reached by a steep flight of stairs. There is a groove worn in each step by the men who climb and descend in a regular stream. David follows his father, annoyed that he cannot make each step creak like his old man can. David loves the barbershop — it's like nowhere else he goes. It smells of cigarettes and men and hair oil. Sometimes the smell of chips will climb the stairs along with a customer and when the door opens the waiting men lift their noses together. Black and white photographs of men with various out-of-fashion hairstyles hang above a picture rail at the end of the room, where two barber's chairs are bolted to the floor. They are heavy, old-fashioned chairs with foot pumps that hiss and chatter as Mr Samuels, the rolls of his plump neck squashing slightly, adjusts the height of the seat. In front of the chairs are deep sinks with a showerhead and long metal hose attached to the taps, not that anyone seems to use them. Behind the sinks are mirrors and on either side of these, shelves overflowing with an mixture of plastic combs (some plunged into a glass bowl containing a blue liquid), shaving mugs, scissors, cut throat razors, hair brushes and, stacked neatly in a pyramid, 10 bright red tubs of Brylcreem. At the back of the room sit the customers, silent for most of the time, except when Mr Samuels breaks off from cutting and takes a drag on his cigarette, sending a wisp of grey-blue smoke like the tail of kite twisting into the air. When it is David's turn for a cut, Mr Samuels places a wooden board covered with a piece of oxblood red leather across the arms of the chair, so that the barber doesn't have to stoop to cut the boy's hair. David scrambles up onto the bench. "The rate you're shooting up, you won't need this soon, you'll be sat in the chair," the barber says. "Wow," says David, squirming round to look at his dad, forgetting that he can see him through the mirror. "Dad, Mr Samuels said I could be sitting in the chair soon, not just on the board!" "So I hear," his father replies, not looking up from the paper. "I expect Mr Samuels will start charging me more for your hair then." "At least double the price," said Mr Samuels, winking at David. Finally David's dad looks up from his newspaper and glances into the mirror, seeing his son looking back at him. He smiles. "Wasn't so long ago when I had to lift you onto that board because you couldn't climb up there yourself," he says. "They don't stay young for long do they, kids," Mr Samuels declares. All the men in the shop nod in agreement. David nods too. In the mirror he sees a little head sticking out of a long nylon cape that Mr Samuels has swirled around him and folded into his collar with a wedge of cotton wool. Occasionally he steals glances at the barber as he works. He smells a mixture of stale sweat and aftershave as the barber's moves around him, combing and snipping, combing and snipping. David feels like he is in another world, noiseless except for the scuffing of the barber's shoes on the lino and the snap of his scissors. In the reflection from the window he could see through the window, a few small clouds moved slowly through the frame, moving to the sound of the scissors' click. Sleepily, his eyes dropping to the front of the cape where his hair falls with the same softness as snow and he imagines sitting in the chair just like the men and older boys, the special bench left leaning against the wall in the corner. He thinks about the picture book of bible stories his aunt gave him for Christmas, the one of Samson having his hair cut by Delilah. David wonders if his strength will go like Samson's. When Mr Samuels has finished, David hops down from the seat, rubbing the itchy hair from his face. Looking down he sees his own thick, blonde hair scattered among the browns, greys and blacks of the men who have sat in the chair before him. For a moment he wants to reach down and gather up the broken blonde locks, to separate them from the other more

Resolved Question: What eye treatment can allow me to see colors.?

I have a mild to moderate red-green color deficiency. Now, for me to pass a flight physical, I have to see normally. I have 20/20 but only my color deficiency is my problem. Any treatment or surgery that i can take for me to see normally? more

Resolved Question: I'm confused! Does she like me or not? What should I do next?

So I went to Florida for a week with my cousin and 3 of his friends from work. One of his friends tagging along on this trip was this 21 year old girl which I found pretty attractive. The night before the flight, we all stayed at my cousins house and just chilled. We clicked rite away n started joking about random stuff the whole week. It wasn't until maybe the 2nd or 3rd day of the vacation that I began to be a little touchy feely by playfully poking and tickling her. I then began to notice that whenever we all roamed the streets or w/e, most of the time she would be walking close beside me. Dunno if that means anything, but it definitely was brought to my attention when I would purposely lag a little behind the group and she would end up beside me within a few minutes. I also noticed that she would hit me quite often whenever I made stupid jokes. By the end of the week, while on lines at Universal Studios, I got a little more touchy feely by occasionally putting my hands on her waste or shoulders for a few moments as she stood directly in front of me. One might think that I got her in the bag, but I'm still confused... I didn't notice any huge red flag signs of her pushing me away during the week until the last night at the bar... it seemed like i didn't exist. i didn't really notice her giving me eye contact whatsoever. It felt like she had her back towards me the entire time. When I tried dancing with her, she wouldn't really look at me. wtf!? Another thing that's bad is that she has a very big crush on some guy that's like 8-9 years older than her who I believe doesn't like her like that and/or doesn't want to be in a relationship with her. So she's pretty upset about that. Anyways, after that night at the bar, I felt a little awkward. I'm kinda lost. Does she just see me as just another guy or is she just super shy when it comes to getting close to someone new because of that stupid crush she already has? I need some serious responses please. more

Resolved Question: Do you wish you could push 'save' when your lying in bed and the thoughts are brilliant?

Damselfly Down. I here in the sunshine feel warm and alive My wings with the breeze they want to take flight I know my days numbered will pass in a flash My dried up remains a thing of the past On a tenuous wind I am lifted and soar A bird swoops above me so I fly lower Intent on escape killers from sky I slam into the web of the spider The more I struggle more wedged I become Immovable trapped - stuck fast The spider looks so menacing, hungry I know for certain my time has now come He looks at me menacing, staring with greed His 8 legs waltz stealthily toward me My eyes filled with terror my end in sight I closed them now. I closed them TIGHT As my tensions grew taught, my breath came slow I felt a hard and lethal blow I dangled by a thread My eyes flew open and I saw the spider painted red A paint ball pellet hit him square on the head The Web now torn and broken down I felt my body lifted in a small and gentle hand Two big blue eyes looked down at me From the kind face of a tiny man He gently wiped my wings clean Held me out, arms length - told me to fly I moved my wings timorously, slowly Apprehensive, yet feeling indebted I circled him briefly touched his cheek with a kiss Before bravely and joyfully, flying away I’d live to see the wondrous day. While below me that man child played. more

Resolved Question: Can someone read this and tell me how it sounds?

This is an essay for my Junior English class and I want to know if it is good enough to impress my teacher. Any comments or grammar corrections are greatly appreciated. Thankss. :] The Paisley Print Bag A child's life is like a piece of paper on which every passerby leaves a mark. -American Proverb I believe that every person you meet or see has an impact on you. Whether it was the shady stranger with his hands jammed into his pockets or the girl at the park with the sparkling blue eyes and the violet ribbons in her hair. Each person is different, impacting you in ways that you may not understand until you are older and wiser. They teach you lessons as well as how to live your life. I have always found it enjoyable to just sit in a crowded place and watch people hurry by, never paying any mind to me. They all have places to, people to see. But all around me others are doing the same; watching -- it's human to be curious about people. Strangers are fascinating. My mind always churns out scenarios about them, wondering if that man with the armful of groceries is heading home to a waiting family, or an empty apartment. A few years ago, I was sitting in an airport waiting for my flight and I was relaxing in my chair watching people strolling by. Some looked exhausted and happy to be home, while some looked excited, their eyes bright and wide awake. But after scouring the crowds, my eyes settled on an older lady. Her grey hair was neatly pinned up in a bun, they same way my grandmother wore her hair, and her lavender formal suit matched her white orthopedic shoes nicely. She was shuffling out of the terminal staying towards the wall being careful not to get in the way of younger people rushing to get to their connection flight. She made her way to the baggage claim on the other side of the large room. Her carry-on clutched in her fragile hands. She waited patiently while she was joined by other people who had just gotten off the same flight. She was surrounded by large groups of people talking loudly, and laughing, a few even hugged occasionally, a sure sign of a long time passing between visits. But she just waited, rocking back and forth on her feet. Heel to toe and back again. Finally the buzzer sounded an a red light came on. The conveyor belt jerked into motion and the bags from the plane began to parade out one after the other. Her bag was one of the first out, a pale pink and green paisley print bag. She moved to get it; grabbing the handle, she began to pull the bag off the belt. It must have been too much for the lady and she couldn't get it off in time, the conveyor belt kept moving, pulling her bag farther and farther away from her. She shuffled along the line trying to catch up with her bag. A gentleman with a red sweater on a few feet down the line saw her struggling with it and reached down to hoist it off the belt. He walked over to her and handed it to her with a big smile on his face. She smiled and thanked him multiple times and shook his hand before they parted and the little old lady disappeared into the crowd with her paisley bag. I smiled to myself and I still remember it to this day because of that kind act of the stranger with the red sweater. He didn't know the old lady but he still stopped to help her. I always think of the stranger in red when I see someone struggling with something. I always try to help if I can. The man has taught me to be compassionate to people as a whole. Though sometimes interactions between total strangers can be good or bad, we can't control whether or not we have an impact on someone. The lady probably never thought that I would be impacted by her struggles and the kindness of the man. What we do, what we think, and how we respond to people and circumstances shape the impact we make. The biggest impacts also don't have to come from huge incidents, they can come from little things. Like I will always remember a stranger I saw when I was walking home from school. She was probably about twenty and she was skinny as a rail, her winter jacket hung loosely off her frame. But the thing that really drew me to her was her red scarf. It was draped around her neck billowing out behind her in the brisk wind. It was beautiful, it made her look just radient, her frost bitten cheeks where accented by her scarf. I don't know what it had to do with anything, or why I remember it, but I do. It was an ordinary and simple action, but it meant so much to me. I just believe that you can learn a lot from strangers if you just stop and take the time to look at everyone around you. People have stories and sometimes they can inspire you without even knowing that they are doing it. I have learned to be more understanding and compassionate of people, something I learned from someone I don't even know. more

Resolved Question: Want to know some weird facts?

Saturday mail delivery in Canada was eliminated by Canada Post on February 1, 1969! In Tokyo, a bicycle is faster than a car for most trips of less than 50 minutes! There are 18 different animal shapes in the Animal Crackers cookie zoo! Should there be a crash, Prince Charles and Prince William never travel on the same airplane as a precaution! Your body is creating and killing 15 million red blood cells per second! The king of hearts is the only king without a moustache on a standard playing card! There are no clocks in Las Vegas gambling casinos! There is one slot machine in Las Vegas for every eight inhabitants! The Mona Lisa has no eyebrows. It was the fashion in Renaissance Florence to shave them off! Every day 20 banks are robbed. The average take is $2,500! The most popular first name in the world is Muhammad! Tablecloths were originally meant to be served as towels with which dinner guests could wipe their hands and faces after eating! Tourists visiting Iceland should know that tipping at a restaurant is considered an insult! One car out of every 230 made was stolen last year! The names of Popeye's four nephews are Pipeye, Peepeye, Pupeye, and Poopeye! Until the nineteenth century, solid blocks of tea were used as money in Siberia! The Nobel Peace Prize medal depicts three naked men with their hands on each other's shoulders! When glass breaks, the cracks move faster than 3,000 miles per hour. To photograph the event, a camera must shoot at a millionth of a second! A Boeing 747 airliner holds 57,285 gallons of fuel! A car uses 1.6 ounces of gas idling for one minute. Half an ounce is used to start the average automobile! The Philadelphia mint produces 26 million pennies per day! A lightning bolt generates temperatures five times hotter than those found at the sun's surface! A violin contains about 70 separate pieces of wood! It is estimated that 4 million "junk" telephone calls, phone solicitations by persons or programmed machine are made every day in the United States! It takes glass one million years to decompose, which means it never wears out and can be recycled an infinite amount of times! Forest fires move faster uphill than downhill! Almost half the newspapers in the world are published in the United States and Canada! ........1..2..3...breathe....and repeat........... The two-foot long bird called a Kea that lives in New Zealand likes to eat the strips of rubber around car windows! Most lipstick contains fish scales! Skepticisms is the longest word that alternates hands when typing! One ragweed plant can release as many as one billion grains of pollen! It's illegal to drink beer out of a bucket while you're sitting on a curb in St. Louis! The first product to have a bar code was Wrigleys gum! No piece of square dry paper can be folded more than 7 times in half! A group of geese on the ground is a gaggle, a group of geese in the air is a skein! Over 2500 left handed people a year are killed from using products made for right handed people! There are more than 10 million bricks in the Empire State Building! If you counted 24 hours a day, it would take 31,688 years to reach one trillion! Taphephobia is the fear of being buried alive! A crocodile always grows new teeth to replace the old teeth! The sun is 330,330 times larger than the earth! Clinophobia is the fear of beds! A 'jiffy' is an actual unit of time for 1/100th of a second! Porcupines float in water! Pinocchio is Italian for "pine eye"! The sentence "The quick brown fox jumps over a lazy dog." uses every letter of the alphabet! The average life span of a major league baseball is 5-7 pitches! The Mint once considered producing doughnut-shaped coins! The only 15 letter word that can be spelled without repeating a letter is "uncopyrightable"! The longest recorded flight of a chicken is 13 seconds! ........1..2..3...you know the drill........... .......now wasn't that fun...back to the facts........ The sloth (a mammal) moves so slowly that green algae can grow undisturbed on its fur! Cat urine glows under a black-light! The world's termites outweigh the world's humans 10 to 1! The electric chair was invented by a dentist! Windmills always turn counter-clockwise. Except for the windmills in Ireland! A hedgehog's heart beats 300 times a minute on average! Camels have three eyelids to protect themselves from blowing sand! The placement of a donkey's eyes in its head enables it to see all four feet at all times! Human teeth are almost as hard as rocks! A mole can dig a tunnel 300 feet long in just one night! Ancient Egyptians slept on pillows made of stone! A hippo can open its mouth wide enough to fit a 4 foot tall child inside! A quarter has 119 grooves on i more

Resolved Question: How crowded are Red Eyes CA (lax) to IL- Chicago?

I have a stand by ticket. I want to get the red eye and I wanted an opinion on how crowded they generally are. I would be coming from LAX airport to Chicago IL on a Friday ( No Holiday). I don't mind waiting around I understand what a stand by ticket is I just want to see what any thoughts are regarding popularity of red eye flights and availability. Thanks in advance! more

Resolved Question: One plane window showed a dark sky, the other sunrise?

It was a red-eye flight. As the sun was rising, the sky on one side of the plane was getting brighter and brighter but out the other window, it was completely dark, no sign of the sun. The plane was not tilted. Ok, it sounds obvious, the sun was rising in the east....but it stayed like this for a long time; a good half hour. Out one window daylight - out the other night sky. Why do you think it stayed dark on one side? more

Resolved Question: Can someone help me to memorise this?

Nay, that’s true, that’s very true. Go, Tubal, fee me an officer; bespeak him of a fortnight before. I will have the heart of him if he forfeit, for were he out of Venice I can make what merchandise I will. Go, Tubal, and meet me at our synagogue; go, good Tubal; at our synagogue, Tubal. Out upon her! Thou torturest me, Tubal. It was my turquoise; I had it of Leah when I was a bachelor. I would not have given it for a wilderness of monkeys. I am very glad of it. I’ll plague him; I’ll torture him. I am glad of it. Thou stick’st a dagger in me. I shall never see my gold again. Fourscore ducats at a sitting, fourscore ducats! thank thee, good Tubal. Good news, good news! Ha, ha! Heard in Genoa? I thank God, thank God! Is it true, is it true? . What; what, what? Ill luck, ill luck? . Why there, there, there, there! A diamond gone cost me two thousand ducats in Frankford! The curse never fell upon our nation till now; I never felt it till now. Two thousand ducats in that, and other precious, precious jewels. I would my daughter were dead at my foot, and the jewels in her ear! Would she were hearsed at my foot, and the ducats in her coffin! No news of them? Why, so! And I know not what’s spent in the search. Why thou loss upon loss – the thief gone with so much, and so much to find the thief!! – and no satisfaction, no revenge, nor no ill luck stirring but what lights o’ my shoulders, no sighs but o’ my breathing, no tears but o’ shedding. How now, Tubal! What news from Genoa? Hast thou found my daughter? To bait fish withal. If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge. He hath disgraced me, and hind’red me half a million, laughed at my losses, mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies- and whats his reason? I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? – fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will not resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility? Revenge! If a Christian wrong a Jew what should his sufferance be by Christian example? Why revenge! The villainy you teach me I will execute, and it will go hard but I will better the instruction. There I have another bad match! A bankrout, a prodigal, who dare scarce show his head on the Rialto, a beggar that was used to come so smug upon the mart! Let him look to his bond. He was wont to call me usurer. Let him look to his bond. He was wont to lend money for a Christian cursy. Let him look to his bond. I say my daughter is my flesh and my blood. My own flesh and blood to rebel! She is damned for it. You knew, none so well as you, of my daughter’s flight. Oh, its from Shakespeare, Merchant of Venice.. I have to act it out for a play.. Im Shylock the Jew :O Thanks :D yes i can use palm cards to prompt :) I memorise by writing it into notepad on the computer hundreds of times... it works :D Lucky i can type fast :) more

Voting Question: How can Obama claim to "fix the broken politics in Washington" after he defeats Republican John McCain?

How can we expect anything GOOD to come of Obama, and better how does he plan on changing anything? He does not give ANY details I will tell you how he will change it FOR THE WORSE, you what to know how to do worse than Bush look at Obama that is how! He knows little to nothing about Washington and worse he tries his best to bring down McCain with what should be miserable results can you honestly want a man in office that does not respect America or anything that we stand for? Why would you elect someone who does not respect those that have and do fight for our country? I want some one that says things like this: 'The Pledge of Allegiance' - by Senator John McCain 'As you may know, I spent five and one half years as a prisoner of war during the Vietnam War. In the early years of our imprisonment, the NVA kept us in solitary confinement or two or three to a cell. In 1971 the NVA moved us from these conditions of isolation into large rooms with as many as 30 to 40 men to a room. This was, as you can imagine, a wonderful change and was a direct result of the efforts of millions of Americans on behalf of a few hundred POWs 10,000 miles from home. One of the men who moved into my room was a young man named Mike Christian. Mike came from a small town near Selma , Alabama . He didn't wear a pair of shoes until he was 13 years old. At 17, he enlisted in the US Navy. He later earned a commission by going to Officer Training School Then he became a Naval Flight Officer and was shot down and captured in 1967. Mike had a keen and deep appreciation of the opportunities this country and our military provide for people who want to work and want to succeed. As part of the change in treatment, the Vietnamese allowed some prisoners to receive packages from home. In some of these packages were handkerchiefs, scarves and other items of clothing. Mike got himself a bamboo needle. Over a period of a couple of months, he created an American flag and sewed it on the inside of his shirt. Every afternoon, before we had a bowl of soup, we would hang Mike's shirt on the wall of the cell and say the Pledge of Allegiance. I know the Pledge of Allegiance may not seem the most important part of our day now, but I can assure you that in that stark cell it was indeed the most important and meaningful event. One day the Vietnamese searched our cell, as they did periodically, and discovered Mike's shirt with the flag sewn inside, and removed it. That evening they returned, opened the door of the cell, and for the benefit of all of us, beat Mike Christian severely for the next couple of hours. Then, they opened the door of the cell and threw him in. We cleaned him up as well as we could. The cell in which we lived had a concrete slab in the middle on which we slept Four naked light bulbs hung in each corner of the room. As I said, we tried to clean up Mike as well as we could. After the excitement died down, I looked in the corner of the room, and sitting there beneath that dim light bulb with a piece of red cloth, another shirt and his bamboo needle, was my friend, Mike Christian. He was sitting there with his eyes almost shut from the beating he had received, making another American flag. He was not making the flag because it made Mike Christian feel better. He was making that flag because he knew how important it was to us to be able to Pledge our allegiance to our flag and country. So the next time you say the Pledge of Allegiance, you must never forget the sacrifice and courage that thousands of Americans have made to build our nation and promote freedom around the world. You must remember our duty, our honor, and our country.' 'I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America and to the republic for which it stands, one nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.' I know Obama will not win it will be by a landslide if the Americans that are hypnotized by him would wake up and smell what he is shoveling! I just put what the article I read on Yahoo said. more

Resolved Question: If i take a red eye flight to New York Laguardia airport, can i get to new jersey using ground transportation?

Can I make this trip comfortably? Or does it take too many changes? Could someone please provide hints/links to sites that could be helpful? more

Resolved Question: Am I being cursed? I feel like I'm being watched?

For the last 3 nights I feel like I'm being watched. I keep hearing someone walking around my bed and it's only my husband and I in the bed. My 21 month old daughter sleeps in the room next door and can't open her door so it's not her. Our dog and cat are in the basement and can't get out so it's not them either. I am 37 weeks pregnant and due around a full moon in Sept with a boy. I'm not fanatically religious, but I am 'Catholic' to some degree and believe in God heavily, but not as much in Jesus. More than anything I feel confused and a little nervous and that I'm being 'watched'. About an hour ago I woke up from a dream. There was a park in a 'familiar area' and I was walking behind a guy on a bike who was wearing the blue sweater like my husband was today. We were talking and he mostly listened to what I had to say. As I walked behind him a girl came out of no where and I went behind him and was hugging him. The girl was playing a carved flute that I ran up to her and grabbed it and threw it and it got stuck in a piano that was up a flight of stairs in the park. He started to attack her with some weird magic stuff and her hair turned white from brown. We ended up fighting her and I grabbed her by the hair and threw her. The whole fight I felt like she was jealous of me with him (but we weren't a couple, more like sister and brother) and when she fell he grabbed her by the hair and flailed her around until she was dead. I huge canopy type ceiling fell down and we were leaving. I remember pulling the flute out of the piano and walking home with him. I remember flashes of other 'pictures that moved' too. A man driving a truck with a mustache and his eyes turned red. Another was a boar's head on a human body. WHAT does this mean? I'm completely weirded out especially with the last few nights. My house is not haunted and I am sensitive to 'other' things that are around me. The only feeling I had when I awoke is that I'm cursed and it has something to do with my son. I don't know anyone that would be intellegent to curse me and I'm not really interested in 'sending it back' or getting even. I want to get it lifted somehow with my own wits or actions and I'd like to move on in my life. I have a feeling that it's to do with my upcoming birth and I'm a little weirded out by it all. more

Resolved Question: Can you read this and say if you like it?

I am 12 and am writing a story for fun, can you tell me if its good or not? I am not even close to being done though. Gone When I woke up my adopted mom and twin brother were gone. I thought maybe they had gone to the store and didn’t want to wake me up. After about ten minutes of lying in bed I said to myself, “Maybe I should call them just to be sure.” I did in fact call them only to find out that their phones had been disconnected. I am not someone who usually gets worried, but how could I not be. I looked in all of the rooms in the house, finding nothing but emptiness. I had only seen this once before on a TV show. Unlike the TV show I didn’t exactly consider myself the annoying type, so I knew they didn’t try to run away from me. Maybe they went to get brand new phones; theirs were kind of old and beat up. I ran down both flights of stairs opened the front door and found my twin brother Jake sitting on the grass with our dog. I went up to him and tapped his shoulder lightly; at least I thought it was lightly. I heard him mutter something, but I wasn’t quite sure what it was. I told him to speak up, but he refused. When I sat down in front of him I saw a big cut from his wrist to his elbow. His face was red, just like his eyes. It was clear he had been crying. Did he know what had happened? It took me a while to find a polite way to ask him. Finally it came to me. “Um, Jake” I said softly, “What happened to your arm?” He didn’t answer, so I stood up and put my hand out gesturing I wanted to help him up, but he just glared blankly into space. I figured he must have been in pain, so I started walking to the front door to get some anti-bacterial spray and bandages. I then heard him cry. I ran as quickly as possible and sat down again. He finally started talking again, so I asked him what had happened. He then told me the whole story. “I woke up and went downstairs to Mom”, he said with tears in his eyes, “and found her with Aunt Mindy and Uncle Derek. They were telling me to go back up stairs and to lock my door, but I didn’t want to. I was really confused, so I just hid behind the bar counter and watched. I saw all of them had their hands tied up and I got a little scared. All of a sudden, these strange men in masks grabbed all of their arms and dragged them to the door. I was stupid though and through a wine glass at the biggest one. Of course he felt it and started walking towards me. I thought I was strong enough, and tried to beat him up. That was another stupid mistake made by me. He pushed me and I pretended to be injured as I lay there on the floor trying to convince him I was unconscious. I thought it would never work, but I guess it did. He walked away, picked Uncle Derek up off the floor and the three of them continued dragging them to the door. I crept as softly as I could over to the door and went outside. The big guy still had the glass that I threw at him, noticed I was behind him and scratched my arm. This time, I really did go unconscious.” I could tell he was still in pain, so I ran inside, got some spray and bandages, then ran outside and sat down. This was not a small cut; it was around 8 inches long. He always got queasy at the sight of blood, so I told him not to look, but he did anyway. I sprayed wound, took an extra bandage that I brought, cleaned it up, the wrapped the bandage around his whole arm. “Continue the story please”, I said. “Okay, so. Wait, where was I?” he asked. “At the part where you fainted” “Oh yeah. Okay, so I fainted and was unconscious for like 30 minutes. Then, you came outside.” “That’s probably why you were so blank then.” I said thinking I was so smart. “No, I was blank because I was thinking. I thought maybe I fell asleep and was dreaming, but then I saw my cut.” He corrected “Oh” He could tell I was embarrassed. I think the story must have been boring for our dog Lola. She was a Golden Retriever, who was very sweet. She was currently sleeping though. I started to pet her and realized she was bleeding on her side. “What happened to Lola?” I asked with a concerned tone of voice. “I totally forgot, she attacked one of the dudes and they kicked her. She didn’t yelp though. She was awesome, you should have seen her bite that guy’s arm and scratch their backs.” He sounded happy “Is this some kind of joke to you? Mom and Aunt Mindy and Uncle Derek could be in serious danger right now, I need to help Lola and then we need to go to the police station to report this.” I was so scared I didn’t know what to do. I wasn’t sure how to treat a hurt dog, so I treated Lola the same way I had treated Jake. We went to our rooms to change, grabbed our Mom’s hidden guns and weapons and decided to leave Lola at home. Jake and I are really good at inventing so we invented something that goes on a dogs collar, then you pre-record something, and whenever you press a button on the remote it sa more

Resolved Question: Should we take the red eye flight with our 17 month old baby, or take a day time flight?

Most of the cheap flights leave at 1:30am and get to where we are going at 6am. Our baby usually sleeps from 10pm to 8am. What do you think and do you have experience with this? thanks. The day time flight leaves at 7am and gets there at around noon. more

Resolved Question: The beginning of a story, what do you think?

It's pretty rough and I don't really know where to go from here but I was just looking for some feedback. His love was that of a different kind; not selfish or limited, but overflowing and constant. Never questioning the depth of her love, he just sent his her way, happily with care. He remained completely unafraid of showing his fears, or of receiving her rejection, his relaxed confidence in love made all her doubts wither away. It was an innocent love that made her forgive his age and hers. She was 15 and he was 19 and their relationship began with every intention of innocence. It all started with the pair's insomnia and a few sleepy friends. It was 2:00 in the morning and around that hour, the night made her feel bold. As the rest of the girls dropped off to sleep she was left alone, and wide-awake. She considered waiting upstairs for the inevitable sunrise, but knew she could find comfort downstairs, in the plush musty cushions, a warm blanket wrapped around her knees and a thick novel in her hands. As she tip-toed down the stairs and the carpet muffled her light steps, she couldn't help but appreciate the silence of a sleeping house and the freedom it provided her mind. So often it was filled with the noise of her chaotic life that the quiet made her calm and happy. She was shocked her happiness was still in tact as she entered the spacious foyer to find a young man in pajamas, wrapped up in a blanket, comfortable on the cushions she had imagined were arranged just for herself. That same confidence kicked in and she started openly at him. He looked mature, older that her, yet welcoming and a little unpolished. He was quite handsome, yet in an unobtrusive way that you noticed after really looking and there was a small something familiar about the way his mouth seemed permanently arranged into a mischievous smirk. She stepped right into the doorway, making herself known and noticed a reaction as she entered the room. "Sorry to startle you, I just couldn't sleep. The sound of 4 girls snoring, well it isn't exactly a lullaby." She mumbled more to herself, taking a seat across from him. She was surprised to find he seemed happy to have her company and more surprised that the calm she had felt was still hanging around. "Oh, it's fine.” He said sounding amused. “Honestly, the wall wasn't being too responsive anyway...” She giggled, then stopped. She hated giggling. "So, what are you doing in the Sullivan house at this hour? I don't think I've ever seen you here before." she said trying to recapture her cool. At least she was in her comfort zone; for the past year the Sullivans' had been like family, there she had a toothbrush, spare undies and occasionally a spot on the dish calendar. "Uh, well… I'm Cooper Sullivan." He said with a smirked. And at that moment she placed the familiar grin with the cheerful boy from the family photos. She flushed a deep red and her confident smile wiped away. "Oh." She muttered. And there went her cool. She could see the slight similarities, now that she was looking for them, but the differences were astounding. Gone was the round face and oily skin, his gangly build was now replaced with a sturdy one, even his green eyes had somehow been enhanced over time. This man claiming to be Cooper was tall with a big frame, his skin was warm gold stretched over long wiry muscles. His eyes were green but tinted with the same golden color and he had curly brown hair that sat tousled atop his head and strong broad features. As her eyes roved over the man sitting across from her, her flush faded and she attempted a smile. After the minor embarrassment he explained how he’d been studying abroad in Athens and caught a flight home two weeks earlier to surprise his family. They fell into an easy conversation, to their surprise the dialog flowed unassisted, and propelled by their exhaustion, the subject matter deepened. The hours passed and slowly they began to unearth pieces of the others identity. He learned about her irrational fear of butterflies, and took note of the way she bit her lip before cutting him off and launching into a most random tangent. She was fascinated by his love for languages and couldn’t help but notice the subtle beauty in his soft low voice, like each word he spoke had been dipped in honey. She dully noted that she was probably flirting, but knowing he was completely unavailable she didn't harp on this too much, and was sure it went unnoticed. Thanks for the feedback, also any ideas of where to go next? I really have no plot yet I just based the story loosely on my first real relationship. Thanks again, this the first story I've written so I really have no idea how to go about doing it! I'm hoping I can use it for LA eventually... more

Voting Question: Another dream question?

figure this... I was having a nap after getting into town from a red eye flight. While napping I kept teetering in te brink of consciousness. I dreamt of grotesque tourcher upon humans who i had never met. The oddity of it was that in my nightmare the toucher played out as if it was a horror film. that is to say I thought that these inhumane acts were the intellectual product of someone else. I remember thinking "what sick mind can even conceive of this. Then i woke. thought? more

Resolved Question: is there a red eye flight chicago to san jose ?

Voting Question: how is the first chapter of my book?

the storyline doesnt need to be clear for this chapter, so i wont write it, just tell me if its ok sounding... Chapter One: The Darlingtons Beams of fading sunlight flooded the ballroom through the stained glass windows, painting a million colours onto the polished wooden floor and intricately decorated walls. The spectacular marble pillars dotted the room, around which dainty fairy lights were wrapped, like ivy climbing up tree trunks. Ornate music stands stood in one corner of the room, the wooden chairs behind them arranged to face a larger stand in front. Sienna could picture the musicians playing a quaint tune, the vast ballroom filled with hundreds of elegantly dressed ladies and gentlemen, politely laughing and chatting amongst themselves, sipping champagne. As Sienna stood in the double doorway, lost in her imagination, her mother tip-toed up behind her, but not so quietly as she would have wished due to the three-inch heel attached to her shoes. Sienna’s vision vanished, to be replaced by her mother’s fingers, clamped to her eyes, giving an eerie dark red glow. “I’ve got a surprise for you!” shrieked Mrs Darlington, “Come on, darling!” While still holding her hands to her daughter’s eyes, Mrs Darlington led Sienna away from the ballroom, up the many flights of stairs and into Sienna’s bedroom. Sienna’s bedroom was often where she escaped to, although relatively small compared to the other rooms in the manor; it was her room to call her own, where she could let her imagination run riot. It was a pretty room, with one large window which put into relief the pastel colours and floral wallpaper. From the four-poster bed hung soft light curtains which matched the window drapes, which half hid from view the window seat, where books lay half read and cushions dimpled from being sat on. Upon an old-fashioned dressing table painted in a soft pastel yellow, stood little ornate bottles of perfume, a tarnished silver hand mirror and sitting at the other end of the table, a delicately painted china doll dressed in a pale pink gown, which Sienna had owned since her father gave it to her when she was four. Her mother had often threatened to throw it away, her excuse being that a seventeen year old lady should not be in possession