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I Started Book, Is It Good Enough That I Should Continue?

Mon, 12 Oct 2009 01:11:57 +0000

Here is Chapter 1, I have till chapter 3. Is it good? Thanks.
“I’ll meet you guys later… how about 7:30?” Veronica said slamming her locker door shut.
“Sorry, can’t I’m babysitting tonight.” I said as I closed mine. The locker door bounced back open. “Urg! These lockers suck!” I got tired of the lockers at my under-funded school. I kicked the locker door shut, and this time it stayed shut.
“Tense much?” Monique said
“Yea. This morning, I had the worst fight with my mom, I never even said goodbye this morning… actually, the last thing I said was I hate you.”
“Harsh” They both said at the same time. They were always so in sync.
“I never get any say in anything! This is the fourth time I’ve moved, and as soon as you start to like people, you get dragged away and you lose touch, and it’s like your old best friend is another stranger.” I said hopelessly. We pushed through the front doors of the school, but for some reason, something came over me… I knew what was coming, and I knew my face was probably red. I swallowed the tears, and turned my face away from them. I couldn’t make a fool of myself. I still need to make a good impression, since it’s only my second week at this school.
“I better go. Bye guys!” I said, and I began to walk quickly to my car. As soon as I could get my hand on the wheel, I was out of the parking lot and out on the street. Now I didn’t hold back, I let the tears fall. I’ve never said such harsh words to my mother, but today, simply over when I get to date, I said those sharp words.
The words kept echoing in my head. I hate you! Each time those words came to mind, I felt as if I was being cut. Not only was I miserable, my sadness, turned into rage. I was not angry with my mother, for I was angry with myself for shouting such ugly, disrespectful words at her.
I pulled into the driveway, filled with depression and sorrow. I put my key into the door, opened the door so fast it almost fell off the hinges.
“Mom! I’m so sorry! Please, find it in your heart to forgive me!” I waited for a response, at this point; I would have been more pleased with a no, than no response at all. I waited in the porch, waited for some words to shout back at me.
“Mom? Please!” I dropped my bag and ran into the kitchen with my muddy shoes still on. “Mom, I know I hurt you, but I promise you, I’m sorry!”
I ran through the house, looking for her, I wanted to wrap my arms around her and beg her for forgiveness. I opened doors and ran threw different rooms. I ran downstairs, and got to the bathroom, I noticed the carpet around the bathroom was soaked. “MOM?” I screamed, again I had to response. I threw open the door, almost slipping on the wet tile floor. At first glance, everything looked normal, but as I looked at the floor, out arose a blood-curling scream. Sprawled on the floor, face down, was my mother. I turned her over, and held her and cried. Those horrible words again slipped into my mind. I hate you. I hate you. I help her close, pushing the hair off her face, I love you. I love you. I shut off the water from the bathtub, I went to carry her to the sofa, but knew better than to move her from the position she was in or I could injure her more. I called an ambulance. I knew then that I would just have to sit tight. It only took ten minutes for the ambulance to get there, but it was the longest ten minutes I’ve ever lived through. Police officers tried to talk to me, but all I could ended up doing was crying, and making horrible sounds. The worst sound I heard that day, was a woman, one who I did not know, but she spoke seven words, seven words, that will scare me for life.
“Missy, Your mother did not make it.”
I spent that night, at the hospital, crying. And I didn’t care this time who saw me. I couldn’t take back my words. My mother died thinking I hated her. She died thinking she had no one left anymore. After my father passed away, and she lost her job. She had no one left but me, and I had no one else but her. And by saying those three ghastly words, she died thinking no one would even remember her. I cried, until a doctor came into the room.
“I am terribly sorry for your loss.” He spoke in a deep manly voice. There was a long pause “But you must leave the hospital room, there have been some complaints. If you’d like, you may stay in the lobby as long as you need.” I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. I closed my mouth and nodded, with out taking a second glance at the doctor; I picked up my bag, a box of tissues, and walked out of the room. As I walked down a bland hallway, I passed a large glass window, on which someone painted in bright pink and blue letters “Nursery”, I looked inside to see sleeping babies, and proud couples staring at their little bundles of joy. Tons of couples where there, but, one stood out. The lady looked exactly like my mother. I stared at her. She had the same short, curly, brown hair, with a

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Should I Continue This Story?

Tue, 06 Oct 2009 07:33:55 +0000

It was raining. The stairs leading up to my second floor apartment seemed a mountain that was impossible to climb, but since the elevator was out of order it was the only option. In the middle of the stairs I took a brief rest and I glanced at my watch. It was 1:00 am. “Damn,” I thought to myself, “I’ll never get up tomorrow.” I finally made it to my door and clumsily attempted to unlock it. It was already unlocked. “That’s just great, I forgot to lock the door, probably all my stuff is stolen.” I opened the door and promptly ran into my desk. “Well if they took everything, they left the desk.” I said, rubbing my knee. I flipped the switch. “The powers off, sweetie,” said an ancient voice.
I jumped “Mrs. Frances?” I said timidly. A flash of lightning revealed the elderly lady. She held a flashlight to her face. “I’m right here, dear.” I pulled out twenty dollars and handed it to her. “Did she give you any trouble?” She chuckled, “Not a bit, sweet little child, she reminded me of you at that age.” I smiled and with the aid of her flashlight, she found the front door. “Do you want the flashlight?” she said attempting to hand it to me. I shook my head. “You will need it to get down stairs, I’ll be okay.” She nodded and left, leaving me in the darkness.
After accidentally walking into the bathroom twice, I finally found my bedroom. I undressed in the dark and felt around for my bed. “Ouch!” My ankle had found it for me. “Stupid dark, making it hard to see,” I thought grumpily. I climbed in bed and quickly fell asleep.
I was transported to a glorious ball room. The floor was a shiny black marble, encrusted with blood red rubies and the walls were a dark wood, heavily ornamented with fire breathing golden dragons, crouching silver demons and other ferocious creatures of lore. The impossibly tall ceiling was covered in frescoes of tortured saints, meeting their demise with less than holy features. I looked about me. There were rows and rows of waltzing black-masked couples. The ladies were dressed in ball gowns of different styles and cuts, but were all the same crimson red color. They gentlemen were in black with red neckties.
I looked down at myself. My gown was snow white and embroidered all over with silver stars. I carefully touched my gloved hand to the fabric, it shimmered. I looked at my hands; they were free of jewelry, except for one ring on my left hand. It was an opal set in a silver setting. I walked over to a gilded mirror to get a better look. I gazed at my reflection with wonder. My hair curls naturally, but now my dark hair was put into pipe curls and arranged very becomingly around my face, tiny white pearls and rosebuds peeking out from the curls. My pale Irish skin was clear of all blemishes, and my hazel-green eyes looked startlingly beautiful. I looked further and notice that, like the other women, I had a ribbon tied around my neck, though mine was white, instead of black.
I wondered at all of it, it seemed so real. I felt a tap on my shoulder, and heard a deep voice say “You seem a little lost, Miss Julia.” I turned around and took in a sharp intake of breath. Before me stood the most handsome man I had ever seen. He was tall, and slim, with a handsome face set with sapphire blue eyes and framed with long dark brown hair, his skin was white and smooth looking as marble. I suddenly felt very self-conscious. He smiled at me as if he knew my discomfort, revealing two rather pointed canines along with his normal teeth. I held out my hand. He kissed it, never taking his almost hypnotizing eyes from mine. He then said “May I have this dance?” I collected my wits and replied “You may.” And we waltzed out onto the floor. The mysterious gentlemen and I danced for a few minutes before he finally spoke. “You look very lovely tonight.” I blushed, hating myself for it. I had prided myself on resisting the advances of men, and now it was all falling apart. “If I may be so bold,” I said in my best romance novel dialect. “May I ask your name, and how you come know mine?” He replied simply. “I am a dream, I don’t actually exist other than your own subconscious, though, since you asked, you may as well call me Drake.”
We danced away from the crowd and ended up on a dark balcony. Here we sat on a bench and remarked about how deeply red the roses were. He turned to me and looked deep into my eyes. “May I kiss you?” Despite just having met him, I nodded, knowing that a dream could not judge me. We kissed on the bench, first on the lips then he slowly worked his way down my face to my neck. I felt him untie the ribbon when something outside of sleep disturbed me. I stopped him. “What was that?” I said aloud.
I woke slowly at first, not fully believing I was awake, for I still felt his arms around me and his lips on my neck. That is when I looked at the clock beside my bed. It glared 3:00am. I slowly realized that I was not alone. I quickly jumped out of bed and turned on the light, fully expecting to see nothing there. Unfortunately I was wrong. The man from my dream was as real as life in front of me. My neck burned as if acid had been poured on me. I looked across the room to my full length mirror. Blood, was dripping down my neck, staining my white night gown. I grabbed a tissue and attempted to stop it from bleeding. I turned back to the fiend on my bed, his lips rouged with my blood. I felt very faint, but I managed to keep standing. “Who are you? What are you doing here?” He got up. I backed away towards my door. “What do you want?” I said shaking. I fumbled with the door knob, the door was stuck. He just stared at me. “I want you.” I looked at him, dumbstruck. He moved to take my hand. I snatched it away. “You want my blood, my life!” I backed away again. He sighed and started to examine a photograph of my little sister Cecilia, who was sleeping peacefully in the other room. “Yes, I want your life.” I ran towards my cell phone. He moved as fast as lightning and suddenly had me lifted in his arms. “Let me go you monster!” I struggled wildly like an injured animal caught in a cruel trap. He put his hand over my mouth. “Now, now, is that anyway to treat your future husband?” He removed his hand and kissed me on my unwilling lips, making me taste my own blood. I was fading fast from the loss of blood and thrashing. I raised my eyes to my cracked ceiling and asked “Why me?” he smiled revealing his slightly pink teeth. “I fell in love.” He answered with a smirk. I then passed out.
The next morning I awoke in my own bed. I smiled, relieved, yet a little disappointed. “Guess the only action I’m going to get is in my dreams.” I chuckled. I got out of bed and shut the open window next to it. I turned from the window and noticed that a dark red envelope was on my nightstand. “What the..?” I cautiously opened it. Inside were two, one way tickets to Romania.
I gasped, and dropped them. “Is this some kind of joke?” I said out loud. “What’s a joke Julia?” I almost jumped. Then I realized it was just Cecilia, yawning and rubbing her adorable eyes with her adorable little fists. “Nothing Cece.” She looked around and picked up the tickets on the floor. She looked at them with determination rarely seen in a five year old. “Ro-main-ee-a” She sounded out carefully. She looked up at me. “What is Romania?” I scooped her up and carried her to the breakfast table. I explained, while making breakfast, that Romania is a country in Eastern Europe. I passed her a bowl. She ate her oatmeal thoughtfully, and then said “Isn’t that were vampires are?” I almost choked. I coughed and said, “There is no such thing as vampires, those are just folk tales.” She thought about it, a dreamy expression came to her light blue eyes. “Too bad, I wanted to see one.” I stared at my spoon, and noticed a bandage on my neck. “How about we go on a little vacation?” She looked up, her eyes shone like two blue stars. “Oh can we?” I nodded and smiled. “You don’t have school until next month and I have some vacation time.” If crazy men wanted to leave envelopes with free plane tickets in them around, I was fine with it. I looked at the tickets Cecilia had brought with her to the table. They were for tomorrow night. I looked at the wall clock; it was eleven in the morning. I looked back at Cecilia. “Let’s go pack.” She shook her blond curls in excitement and ran to her room. I called work to say that we had to visit a dieing relative in another country, and so that I was taking my vacation time now. I pulled my blue robe closer around me, feeling strangely chilled on an August morning. “I hope I know what I’m doing” I thought shivering.

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Continue Of What Ur Dreams Mean?

Sun, 04 Oct 2009 07:31:58 +0000

FALLING
To dream of falling indicates a loss of emotional equilibrium or self-control. It may represent your insecurity, a lack of self-confidence, a fear of failure or an inability to cope with a situation.
If you fall a long distance in your dream and get hurt, be prepared for really hard times ahead; but if you fall and are not injured your upsets will be minor and temporary.
GANG
To dream that you are confronted or threatened by a gang signifies circumstances or situations in your waking life which are overwhelming and you feel have ganged up on you.
GARDEN
To see a vegetable garden in your dream symbolizes increased prosperity will come your way through diligence and care. It also suggests of stability and inner growth.
To see a flower garden in your dream foretells of tranquility, comfort, true love and happy home in your future.
To see a sparse, weed-infested garden denotes that you have neglected your spiritual needs.
GLOVES
To dream of gloves means that you will have a lawsuit or business troubles, but you will settle them in a manner that satisfies you.
To find a pair of gloves denotes a marriage or new love affair.
HAIR
Dreaming about hair means that you are careless in your personal affairs and will lose advancement by neglecting mental application.
HAIRDRESSER
For a woman to dream of going to a hairdresser shows she will soon be entangled in some family scandal concerning the morals of a member of her family. Should she have her hair dyed, she will narrowly escape imprisonment.
For a man to dream of a hairdresser will presage much gossip or a need to dominate a beautiful woman.
HAM
If you dream of eating ham then you will lose something that means a lot to you.
HONEY
To dream of eating honey foretells that you will attain wealth and love.
ICE
Sitting on ice in your dreams is a dream of the contrary.
ICE CREAM
Eating, making, selling or serving ice cream suggests that you are feeling contentment and satisfaction in your life.
JAIL
To dream that your lover is in jail signifies that this lover is deceitful and untrustworthy.
To dream that you are in jail signifies your feelings of confinement and suffocation.
JAM
If you dream of eating jam you will suffer embarrassment at the hands of a woman through no fault of your own.
KANGAROO
Seeing a kangaroo in your dreams foretells unexpected and exciting trips.
KEYS
To dream of keys denotes unexpected change. If the keys are lost, unpleasant adventures will affect you. To find keys means domestic peace and success in business.
KILLING
If you dreamed of killing someone, whether intentionally or by accident, it signifies a period of severe emotional stress during which you must make a heroic effort to control your temper.
LETTER
To dream of receiving a letter from a friend foretells their arrival or that you will hear from them soon.
LIGHTS
A light shining out of the dark, or a flashlight beam, shows that you will finally find the truth in a situation or the answer to a personal problem that you have been
searching for. If the light is dim, you will only find part of the solution.
MAGIC
Any form of magic in a dream predicts unexpected changes.
To dream of being mystified and/or amused by a magician indicates a reunion with a long-lost friend or the rekindling of a past love affair.
MARRIAGE
Dreaming of a marriage, or a wedding, is the sign of a death in the family. If the marriage was between strangers, then the death pertains to a not too close acquaintance or friend.
MICE
Dreaming of mice foretells domestic troubles or that business affairs will assume a discouraging tone.
If you dream of a mouse jumping on you or getting in your clothing, then you will be involved in a scandal with a friend.
MONKEY
To dream of a monkey denotes that you have deceitful friends who will flatter you to advance their own interests.
NECK
A dream featuring the neck is a sign of approaching money, unless the dream concerned a broken neck, in which case it is a warning against mismanagement of your affairs.
NECKLACE
If you dream of losing a necklace you will soon be suffering bereavement of a loved one.
If you dream your loved one places a necklace around your neck or that you are wearing one, it shows an early marriage and a happy domestic life.
NEEDLE
To find a needle predicts that you will have friends who appreciate you.
To look for a needle foretells useless worries.
OAK TREE
To dream of an old, spreading oak means long life and prosperity. If it is filled with acorns you are due a promotion or some type of increase in your life.
If a newlywed sees many oak trees in a forest it foretells a long marriage and many children.
OCEAN
If you dream you are standing on shore and watching the waves foam up as they break over the beach foretells that you will have some narrow escape from an accidental injury.
If you are far out on the ocean and hear the waves as they lap against the hull of the ship, you will have setbacks in your business and a troubled domestic scene.
To sail on a calm ocean is always a good omen for all concerned.
OWL
To dream of an owl denotes a narrow escape from desperate illness or death.
RACCOON
To dream of a raccoon warns you to be on your guard.. To see a raccoon in your dream shows that people are presenting false faces to you in your everyday life.
To be chased by a raccoon shows that a person you thought a friend has turned on you and now works behind your back for your downfall.
RAPE
Take this dream as a warning. Take precautions, protect yourself emotionally and physically and don’t engage in careless behaviors.
ROSE
If a woman dreams of receiving a rose and places it in her hair then will she be deceived by someone thought of as a good friend.
If she receives a bouquet of roses in the Springtime she will find true love but if it is winter her search will be fruitless.
To see a rose bush in full foliage denotes a wedding in the family.
RUNNING
Dream of running: a sign of a big change in your life.
SNAKES
To see a lone snake and feel threatened by it shows that you have a bad enemy that is working against you, it also a warning against bodily harm from an enemy.
To dream of many snakes in a pit is the foreboding of much bad luck in love or business.
Should you overcome and kill a threatening snake in your dream shows that you will overcome your adversary and win out.
SPIDERS
All spiders except tarantulas are omens of good luck. The larger the spider, the bigger the rewards.
If you see a spider climbing the wall you will have your dearest wish come true.
If you see a spider spinning a web you will have an increase in your income due to hard work.
TATTOOS
If you dream you are a tattoo artist and you are tattooing someone’s body you will soon break with friends or family over strange practices.
If you dream you are the one being tattooed you will become the target for a strangers jealousy but if you see someone else with tattoos then you will take a long, hard journey from home.
TEA
To dream that you are thirsty for tea means that you will be surprised with uninvited guests.
TEETH
If you dream of having false teeth this indicates that you will have unexpected help on a problem.
To dream of rotten teeth shows that you have been telling someone a lie or using your smooth words for getting your own way.
If your teeth are rotten, crooked, and/or falling out this means that your lies are hurting someone very badly and that you will soon be found out.
If you dream you have swallowed a tooth you will soon have too ‘eat your words’
UMBRELLA
Carrying a closed umbrella in the rain is highly unfortunate for the dreamer and his business plans.
To dream of carrying an open umbrella in the rain is a very fortunate sign that speaks of good luck in most endeavors.
A leaky umbrella denotes quarrels with loved ones.
WATER
Dreaming of clear water is a sign of great good luck and prosperity, a dream of muddy water foretells sadness or sorry for the dreamer through hearing of an illness or death of someone he/she knows well.
Dirty water warns of unscrupulous people who would bring you to ruin.
YARN
To dream of yarn shows you will soon become the wife of a wealthy man.

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Should I Continue Using Rogaine?

Fri, 25 Sep 2009 19:34:48 +0000

I’m 21 years old. During my time in Spain I lost some hair and then when I came back from my trip I lost some more. My doctor told me to use Rogaine for women. I did for about 1 month and then stopped. I’m trying to use it again. But, honestly, I feel it’s a bad idea to use Rogaine considering my age and that there are natural remedies out there. My dad is bold though, mom has great hair. I think my hair loss is do to the fact that for a year I experienced a lot of anxiety and would comb my hair with my fingers when I was feeling anxious. Should I stop using Rogaine. I read that once you start using Rogaine you can’t stop using it is that true? I don’t want to be a slave to any medicine.

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