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The Importance Of Installing The Proper Interior Lighting In Your House

Interior lighting is a crucial aspect for the attractiveness of your home. Some people might not realize this importance, but if you take time to think about this carefully, you will know that it is true. Any dull lighting will also give dull atmosphere and mood. The lighting will certainly bring significant difference to your home. Even though, you have expensive furniture, they will not look impressive without any proper lighting. This way, you may realize the importance of having the proper interior lighting for your convenient living space.

Many old buildings and homes might find difficulties to get a proper interior lighting because it is most likely that they do not have sufficient wiring system to accommodate the modern lighting equipment. Even though, it is possible to work on the lighting, it will certainly take too much effort and money to have it done. This statement is true until a couple of years ago when the manufacturers come with their lighting innovations. This new lighting system does not require the installation through the overhead. You can install the track lighting easily in almost whenever place you wish.

The track lighting comes with a sleek and easy to install design. Many people and home developers prefer to install this type of lighting because of its effectiveness and great functionality. Modern homes and condominiums have been using this lighting as their fixtures. You can expect to move these fixtures easily without finding too sophisticated wiring system.

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Frequently Asked Questions

  1. QUESTION:
    What does this dream of a helpless woman & her family mean?
    It wasn’t like any other dream. It was powerful, like a sign.

    I was inside a family’s (who goes to our church) home (which I have never been insode of) and at least the father, Adam and one of his sons, Derrick, were running wrecklessly around the inside of the house.

    Holly, the mom and her 1-year-old daughter, were in, what looked like a living room or den. I saw Holly standing, not sitting. Adam, Derrick and another son, James (at least those three) came running thru the room Holly was in. There was a big, beautiful lamp again the wall, the only source of light at the current time, which was on a stand against the wall. The boys, who were being wreckless, had knocked the lamp over, broken it and didn’t even stop to notice it. They just kept running around very carelessly.

    Holly started crying as no one even bothered to help her clean up the mess. I got a strong sense of Holly being very helpless at that point, sad and unappreciated.

    What does this dream mean?? Thanks.

    • ANSWER:
      this might be helpful
      http://spirita.blogspot.com/

  2. QUESTION:
    I’m looking for a lamp that I saw on One Tree Hill?
    Last night while watching one tree hill, Peyton went to her old bedroom in her old house. The girl living there had a beautiful stand up lamp in her room. The actual lights were flowers. I thought it was awsome and want to know if anyone knows where I can get it?
    its not that one it had pastel flower petals

    • ANSWER:
      Something like this? http://www.homelement.com/products/Lighting/Floor-Lamps/Bloom-3Lt-Floor-Lamp-ET2_9150.html

      Good luck!

  3. QUESTION:
    i shop at the salvation army i find lots of great items,i am not poor but not rich .and when people?
    ask me” where i got that cool lamp or that beautiful mirror” i feel ashamed to tell them where i got it from.my house has alot of items from the goodwil.i love these stores so why am i ashamed!

    • ANSWER:
      Often when you buy used things, it means you’re not getting something you can easily get off the shelves at Target or Ikea. It means you’re an original who likes pieces that are harder to find, so if someone asks where you got it, they won’t be able to get the same thing!

  4. QUESTION:
    A card/robin flew in my house…sang and then left….?
    I wasnt quite sure what it really was because it looked like a baby card… But also at the same time a robin. I have been told certain birds that fly in your house Symbol death but when i went to look it up, it stated if a crow did – that that meant death.. this was DEFF. NOT A CROW!! It was actually a very Beautiful bird!! It sat on my lamp for a little while watching my son and me and it started to sing and then it flew away. My son and me were like holy crap!! My aunt told me after my father (her brother) died that a Card was at her house in the backyard and it flew to the tree next to her and just chirped away. My father was a HUGE card fan as well.. So, could this maybe mean something??? I don’t think birds Symbol death because I’ve had a robin fly in my house years ago and it sang and not even a week later I found out I was pregnant with my son. A few years before that a blue jay flew into my house and about 3 days later I bought my 1st car! So, I really dont see why people think it symbols death if all thats happen to me was good luck when they have… What do you think??

    • ANSWER:
      i dont believe its a symbol of death, its happened to me befor , hummimngbirds have flown into mine.

  5. QUESTION:
    If you found a magic lamp and the Genie inside will grant you 3 wishes, what you would ask for?
    I’d ask for…

    1 – beautiful house
    2 – a pony
    3 – lots of money
    I wanna change mine
    2 – to be pregnant & know nothing bad will happen
    those are all great wishes!!!
    world peace and no hunger are great ideas…

    • ANSWER:
      1. to get pregnant
      2. be happy
      3. have a really strong relationship

  6. QUESTION:
    wanna hear another joke?
    A decrepid old woman lived in a decrepid old house with her decrepid old cat. One day, while cleaning out her attic, she came across a lamp. Rubbing it produced a genie that granted her 3 wishes , her first wish was to be young and beautiful again….Poof! her wish came true. Her second wish was to live in a beautiful house full of priceless antiques. Poof! Her wish was granted. For her third wish she wished her decrepid old cat be turned into a handsome young man. Poof! The old woman exclaimed “Now I have everything I want,” she said to the handsome young man “take me upstairs and make mad passionate love to me!” The old cat said “you should’ve thought about that before you got me fixed!”

    • ANSWER:
      hohohohohohohahahahahahahheeeehehheheheheh
      ohoohhhhohohoh!hohohohohoh
      it hurts! i can’t stop hee hee heheeh
      she got him fixed! hhahahahaahaha

  7. QUESTION:
    mother in law joke?
    a man was walking down the beach when he looked down and saw a bottle, he picked it up and was dusting it off when a genie popped out and said i am the genie of the lamp and i will give you three wishes but i want you to know that every thing you wish for your mother in law gets double. that’s no problem the man said. ok so the genie asked him for his first wish and he wished to be very wealthy. no problem but remember your mother in law gets double so what is your second wish and the man wished for a big beautiful house and the genie said no problem but i”ll have to give your mother in law double so she gets two houses the genie then asks for the third wish at whitch the man replies i would like for you to beat me half to death.

    • ANSWER:
      lol…thats funny…LMAO

  8. QUESTION:
    What does this dream mean?
    Ok so when I was little I had one certain dream all the time. My mom, dad and I would all get in the car to go somewhere. In my dream I always knew where we were going and was very excited even though I had never been there or seen it in real life. We would get to this house, a really beautiful house. And inside there were pictures and figurines of horses and covered wagons everywhere, and daisies, daisies everywhere and a lamp in the shape of a covered wagon. In the middle of the living room there was a old woman in a rocking chair with a blanket over here lap. The blanket was the only thing that I sort of recognized but in my dreams I loved the old woman and I would sit on here lap and talk to her for hours, about everything and she always listened and was so pretty. Well one day when my mom and I were going through things I seen the same blanket and the lamp. and told my mom about my dream. She pulled out a really old newspaper with the same woman on it. She was my great great grandma she came on the oregon trail in a covered wagon and her favorite flowers were daisies. But I had never known her she died before I was born. How could I have had so much detail in my dream about someone I never knew? And why would I dream this dream all the time like from the time I was 4 to 13?
    My mom did tell me her favorite grandma loved daisies. But that was all I knew and I had never seen or heard anything more about her. My mom was very surprised about my dream.

    • ANSWER:
      Clearly, your great grandmother wanted to meet you, and so contacted you in the easiest way- through a dream. My grandfather, we called him Papa, died before I was born, but when I was little, I’d have dreams about taking walks with him in the snow. Not many pictures of him were kept out, and it wasn’t until I was about 10 that I found a picture, and realised that it had been him in my dream.

  9. QUESTION:
    What do you think of this peice right here?
    I sit on my roof at night. My petty little condo roof, from a window inside my bedroom, usually at night. Lucky me, I get to stare out at all the cement and houses and lights, similar to those that are all around the world. Then I look up. I have a perfect vision of stars and sky. It occurred to me that I really do wish that the whole world was night sky. An endless proportion of beauty. I’d much rather be engulfed in stars and space, falling, than in a stupid artificial world.
    When I see sky, I’m not distracted by lights or trucks or houses. I’m distracted by how much empty space there is that we, luckily, haven’t filled yet. The stars and moon are all I need. But why so beautiful? How can meaningless little lights and blackness in the sky be so wondrous? Aren’t you supposed to feel small when in comparison? I don’t. I feel free. Free to think whatever I want about the world. Free to feel whatever I want. And I feel good.
    I went skydiving during night once. It was under a bridge that was built over the ocean. As soon as I walked over that edge, I felt relief. I decided that, instead of adrenaline or fear, I was going to think about love and beautiful things, just in case that if the chord snapped, I’d die thinking of something worth it. Looking down at the ocean water, I saw the reflection of tiny stars and even the moon. I was falling through what looked like space…and it was a high. A high no drug could ever give me.
    When it ended, I cried. I cried because no matter what I ever did, no matter where I’d ever go, nothing would ever be that glorious during the day or outside my window. I could look at the cement and houses and street lamps all I wanted, but nothing beautiful would ever come from it. No matter how much I wanted it to.
    If only the clouds would leave.

    • ANSWER:
      You change tenses, pick one. I prefer past tense and find it easier to read/write, but that’s just my opinion. If you read through it I’m sure you’ll pick up on that.

      I’m no expert, but I find ‘But why so beautiful?’ quite awkward. Even if you say ‘But why is it so beautiful?’ kind of thing.

      In all honesty, if I found this in a book, I would skip it. It’s actually quite boring and I don’t really care to read four paragraphs on the sky. I don’t really see any meaning in this, unless your character feeling free amongst space is relevant to the plot.

      You’re a good writer though, there’s no doubt about that.

      ~Nicole.xx

  10. QUESTION:
    Snakes and cold houses in winter?
    My house gets very cold in the winter besides the warmth of a few space heaters, thanks to my lazy landlord, and I have a beautiful python named monty that i fear will be to cold, he alredy has a heat lamp but I don’t know if that will sufice. what should I do?

    • ANSWER:
      Hi what you can do to up the temps in your viv/tank is to get a heat mat and attach it to either on the side or on the roof (if you have a wooden viv) this will keep the temps steady during the winter.During the spring/summer you can remove it.GET yourself a couple of thermometers to keep a close eye on the temps at all times

  11. QUESTION:
    I need ideas for tattoos for each member of my immediate family?
    want to get a tattoo for each member of my close family
    My mom
    her partner
    my brother and his son

    My mom loves the outdoors, her name is robin, and she loves to read, draw and wood carve
    Kim (her partner) loves the outdoors, old times (like little house on the prairie), oil lamps, and exercise
    My brother (dc…real name douglas) loves magic, hes a wonderful magician, he loves music and hes extremely creative. He can draw great and loves video games
    Aiden (his son) is a new born baby. Hes the most beautiful baby ive ever scene and I love him so much. He’s my first nephew and he’s really close to my heart.

    I need all these tattoos to be in places I can hide (t-shirts and long pants need to be able to cover them) Im going to be a teacher.

    Can you think of something for each of them and where I can put them that will be good and special? Just ideas will be good. Thank you all so much.
    As long as it represent my family members and I really like it, ill love it and its will mean soemthing to me. I just need ideas of what to look for please.

    • ANSWER:
      I think you should wait until you find the tattoos that are meaningful to you – they are permanent so you want to make sure you have the right ones… keep looking.

  12. QUESTION:
    Tattoo ideas for my family members?
    I want to get a tattoo for each member of my close family
    My mom
    her partner
    my brother and his son

    My mom loves the outdoors, her name is robin, and she loves to read, draw and wood carve
    Kim (her partner) loves the outdoors, old times (like little house on the prairie), oil lamps, and exercise
    My brother (dc…real name douglas) loves magic, hes a wonderful magician, he loves music and hes extremely creative. He can draw great and loves video games
    Aiden (his son) is a new born baby. Hes the most beautiful baby ive ever scene and I love him so much. He’s my first nephew and he’s really close to my heart.

    I need all these tattoos to be in places I can hide (t-shirts and long pants need to be able to cover them) Im going to be a teacher.

    Can you think of something for each of them and where I can put them that will be good and special? Just ideas will be good. Thank you all so much.
    Don;t worry, they will be.
    The one for my brother will be on my wrist but Ill cover that with a watch 🙂

    • ANSWER:
      well for your mother, robin, you can get a robin-the bird! its great because her name is robin and she loves the outdoors. its a double plus!

      thats all i can think of, sorry!
      and just have your tattoos put in a safe hiding spot, dont want to ruin your career, right? 🙂

  13. QUESTION:
    Is this older guy hitting on me or am i just being paranoid?
    Theres this neighbor of mine who has a friend, and a lot of times when i go to this neighbors house on friday nights, a friend is there and i think im a little attracted to him. He is divorced though, since a few years ago, and hes 50 I think and Im 20. I feel bad because of the age but ive always liked much older guys and he looks younger, maybe like 45.

    Anyways, it seems like maybe he is hitting on me because all the time I go there, hes always touchy feely with me, and he seems really happy im there, he doesnt waste anytime going up to me and puts his hands on my shoulders and arms, and compliments me saying “well look at this beautiful girl” and compliments my hair and things like that.

    And one time im passing under a street lamp near the house and as im walking under it he goes “can you just stand there under that light like that?”

    and another time i am at work, and then hes there shopping and he sees me and he touches my shoulder like hes in shock and says “well look at you! dont you look beautiful”

    and i love it how when he leaves he says “bye darling” or “bye sweetie”

    anyways, what should i do? is he flirting or just being nice?
    also hes not there every friday so when i dont catch him im upset….so should i email him? i dont know if i can wait two weeks to see him. i know its a huge age difference, but i really cant help it

    • ANSWER:

  14. QUESTION:
    i like a guy whos about 50! is he flirting with me or just being nice?
    Theres this neighbor of mine who has a friend, and a lot of times when i go to this neighbors house on friday nights, a friend is there and i think im a little attracted to him. He is divorced though, since a few years ago, and hes 50 I think and Im 20. I feel bad because of the age but ive always liked much older guys and he looks younger, maybe like 45.

    Anyways, it seems like maybe he is hitting on me because all the time I go there, hes always touchy feely with me, and he seems really happy im there, he doesnt waste anytime going up to me and puts his hands on my shoulders and arms, and compliments me saying “well look at this beautiful girl” and compliments my hair and things like that.

    And one time im passing under a street lamp near the house and as im walking under it he goes “can you just stand there under that light like that?”

    and another time i am at work, and then hes there shopping and he sees me and he touches my shoulder like hes in shock and says “well look at you! dont you look beautiful”

    and i love it how when he leaves he says “bye darling” or “bye sweetie”

    anyways, what should i do? is he flirting or just being nice?
    also hes not there every friday so when i dont catch him im upset….so should i email him? i dont know if i can wait two weeks to see him. i know its a huge age difference, but i really cant help it

    The thing is when he first put his arms around my shoulder it felt so good!! ive never felt that with any other guy that i liked before, its weird.

    also, i want to do this, because ive been asked out a few times before but its always young guys like 20s or whatever, and i cant stand guys my age i like them older!!

    • ANSWER:
      No,forget about it.He’s drooling over you because he’s 45 or older.He’s way to o0ld for you and it will end up bad,so I wouldn’t.If he keeps hitting on you try to limit the time your around him.Its easy to get in some ones head but if you let them in your heart you will never be able to drop them.

  15. QUESTION:
    i like a guy who is 50 and im 20, am i sick?
    Theres this neighbor of mine who has a friend, and a lot of times when i go to this neighbors house on friday nights, a friend is there and i think im a little attracted to him. He is divorced though, since a few years ago, and hes 50 I think and Im 20. I feel bad because of the age but ive always liked much older guys and he looks younger, maybe like 45.

    Anyways, it seems like maybe he is hitting on me because all the time I go there, hes always touchy feely with me, and he seems really happy im there, he doesnt waste anytime going up to me and puts his hands on my shoulders and arms, and compliments me saying “well look at this beautiful girl” and compliments my hair and things like that. at first i felt it was inappropriate and felt he was too touchy feely but then i realized that i like it and it felt good

    And one time im passing under a street lamp near the house and as im walking under it he goes “can you just stand there under that light like that?”

    and another time i am at work, and then hes there shopping and he sees me and he touches my shoulder like hes in shock and says “well look at you! dont you look beautiful”

    and i felt awkward this one time watching tv with him since a male enhancement commercial came on and he went “those pills will make me the size of a black guy” and it felt really awkward haha

    and i love it how when he leaves he says “bye darling” or “bye sweetie”

    anyways, what should i do? is he flirting or just being nice?
    also hes not there every friday so when i dont catch him im upset….so should i email him? i dont know if i can wait two weeks to see him. i know its a huge age difference, but i really cant help it

    The thing is when he first put his arms around my shoulder it felt so good!! ive never felt that with any other guy that i liked before, its weird.

    also, i want to do this, because ive been asked out a few times before but its always young guys like 20s or whatever, and i cant stand guys my age i like them older!!

    • ANSWER:
      whatever be your story

      u are totally sick
      Fuck ,,,,, he is of your grandfather’s age

  16. QUESTION:
    Im 20 and like a guy who is 50, what should i do?
    Theres this neighbor of mine who has a friend, and a lot of times when i go to this neighbors house on friday nights, a friend is there and i think im a little attracted to him. He is divorced though, since a few years ago, and hes 50 I think and Im 20. I feel bad because of the age but ive always liked much older guys and he looks younger, maybe like 45.

    Anyways, it seems like maybe he is hitting on me because all the time I go there, hes always touchy feely with me, and he seems really happy im there, he doesnt waste anytime going up to me and puts his hands on my shoulders and arms, and compliments me saying “well look at this beautiful girl” and compliments my hair and things like that. at first i felt it was inappropriate and felt he was too touchy feely but then i realized that i like it and it felt good

    And one time im passing under a street lamp near the house and as im walking under it he goes “can you just stand there under that light like that?”

    and another time i am at work, and then hes there shopping and he sees me and he touches my shoulder like hes in shock and says “well look at you! dont you look beautiful”

    and i felt awkward this one time watching tv with him since a male enhancement commercial came on and he went “those pills will make me the size of a black guy” and it felt really awkward haha

    and i love it how when he leaves he says “bye darling” or “bye sweetie”

    anyways, what should i do? is he flirting or just being nice?
    also hes not there every friday so when i dont catch him im upset….so should i email him? i dont know if i can wait two weeks to see him. i know its a huge age difference, but i really cant help it

    The thing is when he first put his arms around my shoulder it felt so good!! ive never felt that with any other guy that i liked before, its weird.

    also, i want to do this, because ive been asked out a few times before but its always young guys like 20s or whatever, and i cant stand guys my age i like them older!!

    by the way, i am neither desperate nor a gold digger. he is an average middle class working guy, and his maturity and certain things about him appeal to me, trust me guys around his age are 10 times more appealing to me then any guy around my age, and i really cannot help it as ive tried to like guys my own age.

    im 20 and havent had a bf or a kiss or anything yet and its mostly from my shyness but not asking out guys because the ones i liek are way older. so i think its time i do what i want right? i mean im not thinking its gonna end up in marriage but i like him and want to date someone i want for once! i want to see where things go..

    • ANSWER:
      well i am guessing he might have alot of money..

  17. QUESTION:
    IS this guy touching me inappropriately or just being a friendly guy?
    Theres this neighbor of mine who has a friend, and a lot of times when i go to this neighbors house on friday nights, a friend is there and i think im a little attracted to him. He is divorced though, since a few years ago, and hes 50 I think and Im 20. I feel bad because of the age but ive always liked much older guys and he looks younger, maybe like 45.

    Anyways, it seems like maybe he is hitting on me because all the time I go there, hes always touchy feely with me, and he seems really happy im there, he doesnt waste anytime going up to me and puts his hands on my shoulders and arms, and compliments me saying “well look at this beautiful girl” and compliments my hair and things like that. at first i felt it was inappropriate and felt he was too touchy feely but then i realized that i like it and it felt good

    And one time im passing under a street lamp near the house and as im walking under it he goes “can you just stand there under that light like that?”

    and another time i am at work, and then hes there shopping and he sees me and he touches my shoulder like hes in shock and says “well look at you! dont you look beautiful”

    and i felt awkward this one time watching tv with him since a male enhancement commercial came on and he went “those pills will make me the size of a black guy” and it felt really awkward haha

    and i love it how when he leaves he says “bye darling” or “bye sweetie”

    anyways, what should i do? is he flirting or just being nice?
    also hes not there every friday so when i dont catch him im upset….so should i email him? i dont know if i can wait two weeks to see him. i know its a huge age difference, but i really cant help it

    The thing is when he first put his arms around my shoulder it felt so good!! ive never felt that with any other guy that i liked before, its weird.

    also, i want to do this, because ive been asked out a few times before but its always young guys like 20s or whatever, and i cant stand guys my age i like them older!!

    by the way, i am neither desperate nor a gold digger. he is an average middle class working guy, and his maturity and certain things about him appeal to me, trust me guys around his age are 10 times more appealing to me then any guy around my age, and i really cannot help it as ive tried to like guys my own age.

    im 20 and havent had a bf or a kiss or anything yet and its mostly from my shyness but not asking out guys because the ones i liek are way older. so i think its time i do what i want right? i mean im not thinking its gonna end up in marriage but i like him and want to date someone i want for once! i want to see where things go..

    • ANSWER:
      if you don’t want to be touched its not right but that don’t sound like the case if you want it to go further with it do it don’t worry what everyone else thinks make yourself happy. good luck

  18. QUESTION:
    Is this guy touching me inappropriately or not?
    Theres this neighbor of mine who has a friend, and a lot of times when i go to this neighbors house on friday nights, a friend is there and i think im a little attracted to him. He is divorced though, since a few years ago, and hes 50 I think and Im 20. I feel bad because of the age but ive always liked much older guys and he looks younger, maybe like 45.

    Anyways, it seems like maybe he is hitting on me because all the time I go there, hes always touchy feely with me, and he seems really happy im there, he doesnt waste anytime going up to me and puts his hands on my shoulders and arms, and compliments me saying “well look at this beautiful girl” and compliments my hair and things like that. at first i felt it was inappropriate and felt he was too touchy feely but then i realized that i like it and it felt good

    And one time im passing under a street lamp near the house and as im walking under it he goes “can you just stand there under that light like that?”

    and another time i am at work, and then hes there shopping and he sees me and he touches my shoulder like hes in shock and says “well look at you! dont you look beautiful”

    and i felt awkward this one time watching tv with him since a male enhancement commercial came on and he went “those pills will make me the size of a black guy” and it felt really awkward haha

    and i love it how when he leaves he says “bye darling” or “bye sweetie”

    anyways, what should i do? is he flirting or just being nice?
    also hes not there every friday so when i dont catch him im upset….so should i email him? i dont know if i can wait two weeks to see him. i know its a huge age difference, but i really cant help it

    The thing is when he first put his arms around my shoulder it felt so good!! ive never felt that with any other guy that i liked before, its weird.

    also, i want to do this, because ive been asked out a few times before but its always young guys like 20s or whatever, and i cant stand guys my age i like them older!!

    by the way, i am neither desperate nor a gold digger. he is an average middle class working guy, and his maturity and certain things about him appeal to me, trust me guys around his age are 10 times more appealing to me then any guy around my age, and i really cannot help it as ive tried to like guys my own age.

    im 20 and havent had a bf or a kiss or anything yet and its mostly from my shyness but not asking out guys because the ones i liek are way older. so i think its time i do what i want right?

    • ANSWER:
      YOU decide what is inappropriate or not for YOU

      the question of what is appropriate or not… in terms of age difference, shouldnt apply as your not a teen anymore.

      pursue something if you want. might as well as test the waters with what you like instead of forcing it with someone the same age.

  19. QUESTION:
    Is this guy hitting on me or not? how can i tell for sure?
    Theres this neighbor of mine who has a friend, and a lot of times when i go to this neighbors house on friday nights, a friend is there and i think im a little attracted to him. He is divorced though, since a few years ago, and hes 50 I think and Im 20. I feel bad because of the age but ive always liked much older guys and he looks younger, maybe like 45.

    Anyways, it seems like maybe he is hitting on me because all the time I go there, hes always touchy feely with me, and he seems really happy im there, he doesnt waste anytime going up to me and puts his hands on my shoulders and arms, and compliments me saying “well look at this beautiful girl” and compliments my hair and things like that. at first i felt it was inappropriate and felt he was too touchy feely but then i realized that i like it and it felt good

    And one time im passing under a street lamp near the house and as im walking under it he goes “can you just stand there under that light like that?”

    and another time i am at work, and then hes there shopping and he sees me and he touches my shoulder like hes in shock and says “well look at you! dont you look beautiful”

    and i felt awkward this one time watching tv with him since a male enhancement commercial came on and he went “those pills will make me the size of a black guy” and it felt really awkward haha

    and i love it how when he leaves he says “bye darling” or “bye sweetie”

    anyways, what should i do? is he flirting or just being nice?
    also hes not there every friday so when i dont catch him im upset….so should i email him? i dont know if i can wait two weeks to see him. i know its a huge age difference, but i really cant help it

    The thing is when he first put his arms around my shoulder it felt so good!! ive never felt that with any other guy that i liked before, its weird.

    also, i want to do this, because ive been asked out a few times before but its always young guys like 20s or whatever, and i cant stand guys my age i like them older!!

    by the way, i am neither desperate nor a gold digger. he is an average middle class working guy, and his maturity and certain things about him appeal to me, trust me guys around his age are 10 times more appealing to me then any guy around my age, and i really cannot help it as ive tried to like guys my own age.

    im 20 and havent had a bf or a kiss or anything yet and its mostly from my shyness but not asking out guys because the ones i liek are way older. so i think its time i do what i want right?

    • ANSWER:
      You might want to think about this one. When i was 20 i was dating a 30 year old. Sure it’s fun in the beginning but the age difference certainly shows in time. I don’t recommend it.

  20. QUESTION:
    I am 20 and like a guy who is 50, what am i going to do? ask him out?
    Theres this neighbor of mine who has a friend, and a lot of times when i go to this neighbors house on friday nights, a friend is there and i think im a little attracted to him. He is divorced though, since a few years ago, and hes 50 I think and Im 20. I feel bad because of the age but ive always liked much older guys and he looks younger, maybe like 45.

    Anyways, it seems like maybe he is hitting on me because all the time I go there, hes always touchy feely with me, and he seems really happy im there, he doesnt waste anytime going up to me and puts his hands on my shoulders and arms, and compliments me saying “well look at this beautiful girl” and compliments my hair and things like that. at first i felt it was inappropriate and felt he was too touchy feely but then i realized that i like it and it felt good

    And one time im passing under a street lamp near the house and as im walking under it he goes “can you just stand there under that light like that?”

    and another time i am at work, and then hes there shopping and he sees me and he touches my shoulder like hes in shock and says “well look at you! dont you look beautiful”

    and i felt awkward this one time watching tv with him since a male enhancement commercial came on and he went “those pills will make me the size of a black guy” and it felt really awkward haha

    and i love it how when he leaves he says “bye darling” or “bye sweetie”

    anyways, what should i do? is he flirting or just being nice?
    also hes not there every friday so when i dont catch him im upset….so should i email him? i dont know if i can wait two weeks to see him. i know its a huge age difference, but i really cant help it

    The thing is when he first put his arms around my shoulder it felt so good!! ive never felt that with any other guy that i liked before, its weird.

    also, i want to do this, because ive been asked out a few times before but its always young guys like 20s or whatever, and i cant stand guys my age i like them older!!

    by the way, i am neither desperate nor a gold digger. he is an average middle class working guy, and his maturity and certain things about him appeal to me, trust me guys around his age are 10 times more appealing to me then any guy around my age, and i really cannot help it as ive tried to like guys my own age.

    im 20 and havent had a bf or a kiss or anything yet and its mostly from my shyness but not asking out guys because the ones i like are way older. so i think its time i do what i want right? i mean im not thinking its gonna end up in marriage but i like him and want to date someone i want for once! i want to see where things go..

    we really hit it off, we like a lot of the same stuff like the same exact shows and stuff it was nice to find someone to relate to like this

    • ANSWER:
      because your 20 and you have never had a boyfriend i think you are misreading him.
      I think he is just being nice,old people tend to do that… i seriously doubt whether he has feelings for you, but if you have feelings for him then you should IN PERSON let him know – or “flirt back”

  21. QUESTION:
    If a guy touches me and it feels really good does this mean I like him?
    Theres this neighbor of mine who has a friend, and a lot of times when i go to this neighbors house on friday nights, a friend is there and i think im a little attracted to him. He is divorced though, since a few years ago, and hes 50 I think and Im 20. I feel bad because of the age but ive always liked much older guys and he looks younger, maybe like 45.

    Anyways, it seems like maybe he is hitting on me because all the time I go there, hes always touchy feely with me, and he seems really happy im there, he doesnt waste anytime going up to me and puts his hands on my shoulders and arms, and compliments me saying “well look at this beautiful girl” and compliments my hair and things like that. at first i felt it was inappropriate and felt he was too touchy feely but then i realized that i like it and it felt good

    And one time im passing under a street lamp near the house and as im walking under it he goes “can you just stand there under that light like that?”

    and another time i am at work, and then hes there shopping and he sees me and he touches my shoulder like hes in shock and says “well look at you! dont you look beautiful”

    and i felt awkward this one time watching tv with him since a male enhancement commercial came on and he went “those pills will make me the size of a black guy” and it felt really awkward haha

    and i love it how when he leaves he says “bye darling” or “bye sweetie”

    does it mean when he touches me and i like it, does it mean i like him? cause ive never felt this good when a person touches me, its weird

    • ANSWER:
      From the way you said it, it seems like you really like him! Especially since you also like it when you talks to you like he does.

  22. QUESTION:
    Im 20 and i think I like a guy whos 50, but is he flirting with me? help!?
    Theres this neighbor of mine who has a friend, and a lot of times when i go to this neighbors house on friday nights, a friend is there and i think im a little attracted to him. He is divorced though, since a few years ago, and hes 50 I think and Im 20. I feel bad because of the age but ive always liked much older guys and he looks younger, maybe like 45.

    Anyways, it seems like maybe he is hitting on me because all the time I go there, hes always touchy feely with me, and he seems really happy im there, he doesnt waste anytime going up to me and puts his hands on my shoulders and arms, and compliments me saying “well look at this beautiful girl” and compliments my hair and things like that. at first i felt it was inappropriate and felt he was too touchy feely but then i realized that i like it and it felt good

    And one time im passing under a street lamp near the house and as im walking under it he goes “can you just stand there under that light like that?”

    and another time i am at work, and then hes there shopping and he sees me and he touches my shoulder like hes in shock and says “well look at you! dont you look beautiful”

    and i felt awkward this one time watching tv with him since a male enhancement commercial came on and he went “those pills will make me the size of a black guy” and it felt really awkward haha

    and i love it how when he leaves he says “bye darling” or “bye sweetie”

    anyways, what should i do? is he flirting or just being nice?
    also hes not there every friday so when i dont catch him im upset….so should i email him? i dont know if i can wait two weeks to see him. i know its a huge age difference, but i really cant help it

    The thing is when he first put his arms around my shoulder it felt so good!! ive never felt that with any other guy that i liked before, its weird.

    also, i want to do this, because ive been asked out a few times before but its always young guys like 20s or whatever, and i cant stand guys my age i like them older!!

    by the way, i am neither desperate nor a gold digger. he is an average middle class working guy, and his maturity and certain things about him appeal to me, trust me guys around his age are 10 times more appealing to me then any guy around my age, and i really cannot help it as ive tried to like guys my own age.

    im 20 and havent had a bf or a kiss or anything yet and its mostly from my shyness but not asking out guys because the ones i liek are way older. so i think its time i do what i want right?

    • ANSWER:
      Wow… ok…

      Usually I’m one of the first people to stand up and say that age shouldn’t matter as long as you’re both legal and whatnot but… DAMN! 30 YEARS! Look dearie, you didn’t come on here looking for advice. You came on here looking for somebody to tell you what you want to hear; to say that it’s ok, and that you should go for it, and age is just a number and blah, blah, blah. And I could do that and probably make a pretty good case for it and get Myself an easy score for best answer but… I can’t in good conscience do that.

      If it were only 10 or even 15 years, I’d PROBABLY say ok, but 30!?! What the hell would the two of you even talk about? You can tell him how your college classes are going and he can tell you what news his proctologist gave him? If you had a little bit more experience in dating and relationships, MAYBE but no… this is just… wow, no. You’re flattered by the fact that this guy is paying so much attention to you and talking so nicely to you and yeah, maybe guys your age are immature but GOOD GRIEF! You’re only 20 years old, what if you ever decide to have kids? You gonna change their diapers at the same time? Try just DATING some guys your own age before you decide to write off an entire generation or two and go out with this guy. I just don’t like the idea of a guy who’s been around the block enough times to have earned enough frequent flier points to get back and forth to the moon and this is the very first relationship you’d ever be in. At least compromise and go for a guy in his 30’s or so before ya start cruising the old folks’ homes.

  23. QUESTION:
    Im 20 years old so why am i so turned on by a 50 year old? what is wrong with me?
    Theres this neighbor of mine who has a friend, and a lot of times when i go to this neighbors house on friday nights, a friend is there and i think im a little attracted to him. hes irish so hes got that awesome accent and hes funny and we have the same favorite tv show we love chatting about it. He is divorced though, since a few years ago, and hes 50 I think and Im 20. I feel bad because of the age but ive always liked much older guys and he looks younger, maybe like 45.

    Anyways, it seems like maybe he is hitting on me because all the time I go there, hes always touchy feely with me, and he seems really happy im there, he doesnt waste anytime going up to me and puts his hands on my shoulders and arms, and compliments me saying “well look at this beautiful girl” and compliments my hair and things like that. at first i felt it was inappropriate and felt he was too touchy feely but then i realized that i like it and it felt good

    And one time im passing under a street lamp near the house and as im walking under it he goes “can you just stand there under that light like that?”

    and another time i am at work, and then hes there shopping and he sees me and he touches my shoulder like hes in shock and says “well look at you! dont you look beautiful”

    and i felt awkward this one time watching tv with him since a male enhancement commercial came on and he went “those pills will make me the size of a black guy” and it felt really awkward haha

    and i love it how when he leaves he says “bye darling” or “bye sweetie”

    anyways, what should i do? is he flirting or just being nice?
    also hes not there every friday so when i dont catch him im upset….so should i email him? i dont know if i can wait two weeks to see him. i know its a huge age difference, but i really cant help it

    The thing is when he first put his arms around my shoulder it felt so good!! ive never felt that with any other guy that i liked before, its weird.

    also, i want to do this, because ive been asked out a few times before but its always young guys like 20s or whatever, and i cant stand guys my age i like them older!!

    by the way, i am neither desperate nor a gold digger. he is an average middle class working guy, and his maturity and certain things about him appeal to me, trust me guys around his age are 10 times more appealing to me then any guy around my age, and i really cannot help it as ive tried to like guys my own age.

    im 20 and havent had a bf or a kiss or anything yet and its mostly from my shyness but not asking out guys because the ones i like are way older. so i think its time i do what i want right? i mean im not thinking its gonna end up in marriage but i like him and want to date someone i want for once! i want to see where things go..

    we really hit it off, we like a lot of the same stuff like the same exact shows and stuff it was nice to find someone to relate to like this. now obviously he is much older than me with much more experience but i love older guys and feel im an old soul myself, obviously not as mature but im not a typical 20 year old girl, a lot whom just want to party or whatever, from my experience, just people my age dont interest me i cant relate

    should i contact him? i have butterflies right now

    • ANSWER:
      2Woman,

      From what you have described, go for it!!! You will not ony make your day but you will probably make his as well. Older men know things that younger men just haven’t had the experience to know yet. Older men take their time and do things right, they never get in a hurry and they make sure their partner has a good time as well. He may be older, but that means basically he has more experience. He will rock your world.

      Hope this helped,

      J

  24. QUESTION:
    I like a guy who is about 50, but im only 20, and i want to ask him out, how can i tell if he likes me ?
    PLEASE read this to fully understand ::

    Theres this neighbor of mine who has a friend, and a lot of times when i go to this neighbors house on friday nights, a friend is there and i think im a little attracted to him. He is divorced though, since a few years ago, and hes 50 I think and Im 20. I feel bad because of the age but ive always liked much older guys and he looks younger, maybe like 45.

    Anyways, it seems like maybe he is hitting on me because all the time I go there, hes always touchy feely with me, and he seems really happy im there, he doesnt waste anytime going up to me and puts his hands on my shoulders and arms, and compliments me saying “well look at this beautiful girl” and compliments my hair and things like that. at first i felt it was inappropriate and felt he was too touchy feely but then i realized that i like it and it felt good

    And one time im passing under a street lamp near the house and as im walking under it he goes “can you just stand there under that light like that?”

    and another time i am at work, and then hes there shopping and he sees me and he touches my shoulder like hes in shock and says “well look at you! dont you look beautiful”

    and i felt awkward this one time watching tv with him since a male enhancement commercial came on and he went “those pills will make me the size of a black guy” and it felt really awkward haha

    and i love it how when he leaves he says “bye darling” or “bye sweetie”

    anyways, what should i do? is he flirting or just being nice?
    also hes not there every friday so when i dont catch him im upset….so should i email him? i dont know if i can wait two weeks to see him. i know its a huge age difference, but i really cant help it

    The thing is when he first put his arms around my shoulder it felt so good!! ive never felt that with any other guy that i liked before, its weird.

    also, i want to do this, because ive been asked out a few times before but its always young guys like 20s or whatever, and i cant stand guys my age i like them older!!

    by the way, i am neither desperate nor a gold digger. he is an average middle class working guy, and his maturity and certain things about him appeal to me, trust me guys around his age are 10 times more appealing to me then any guy around my age, and i really cannot help it as ive tried to like guys my own age.

    im 20 and havent had a bf or a kiss or anything yet and its mostly from my shyness but not asking out guys because the ones i like are way older. so i think its time i do what i want right? i mean im not thinking its gonna end up in marriage but i like him and want to date someone i want for once! i want to see where things go..

    we really hit it off, we like a lot of the same stuff like the same exact shows and stuff it was nice to find someone to relate to like this

    • ANSWER:
      your old enough to know that hes obviously into you.
      but do you not realise that hes old enough to be your dad? ;;
      you dont think about that when hes touching you?.
      eew.

  25. QUESTION:
    I want to ask out this guy but theres a huge age difference, what to do? :(?
    PLEASE read this to fully understand ::

    Theres this neighbor of mine who has a friend, and a lot of times when i go to this neighbors house on friday nights, a friend is there and i think im a little attracted to him. He is divorced though, since a few years ago, and hes 50 I think and Im 20. I feel bad because of the age but ive always liked much older guys and he looks younger, maybe like 45.

    Anyways, it seems like maybe he is hitting on me because all the time I go there, hes always touchy feely with me, and he seems really happy im there, he doesnt waste anytime going up to me and puts his hands on my shoulders and arms, and compliments me saying “well look at this beautiful girl” and compliments my hair and things like that. at first i felt it was inappropriate and felt he was too touchy feely but then i realized that i like it and it felt good

    And one time im passing under a street lamp near the house and as im walking under it he goes “can you just stand there under that light like that?”

    and another time i am at work, and then hes there shopping and he sees me and he touches my shoulder like hes in shock and says “well look at you! dont you look beautiful”

    and i felt awkward this one time watching tv with him since a male enhancement commercial came on and he went “those pills will make me the size of a black guy” and it felt really awkward haha

    and i love it how when he leaves he says “bye darling” or “bye sweetie”

    anyways, what should i do? is he flirting or just being nice?
    also hes not there every friday so when i dont catch him im upset….so should i email him? i dont know if i can wait two weeks to see him. i know its a huge age difference, but i really cant help it

    The thing is when he first put his arms around my shoulder it felt so good!! ive never felt that with any other guy that i liked before, its weird.

    also, i want to do this, because ive been asked out a few times before but its always young guys like 20s or whatever, and i cant stand guys my age i like them older!!

    by the way, i am neither desperate nor a gold digger. he is an average middle class working guy, and his maturity and certain things about him appeal to me, trust me guys around his age are 10 times more appealing to me then any guy around my age, and i really cannot help it as ive tried to like guys my own age.

    im 20 and havent had a bf or a kiss or anything yet and its mostly from my shyness but not asking out guys because the ones i like are way older. so i think its time i do what i want right? i mean im not thinking its gonna end up in marriage but i like him and want to date someone i want for once! i want to see where things go..

    we really hit it off, we like a lot of the same stuff like the same exact shows and stuff it was nice to find someone to relate to like this

    • ANSWER:
      well i think it is fine seeing as you are 20 so its not like he is a peadophile but please be careful because all the things he is doing is flirting but it just seems a bit forward to me. i don’t understand why he hasn’t said he likes you seeing as he is supposed to be mature. just remember he is 30 years older than you so you two might not have much in common. i’m just asking that you think about it and if you are still convinced then i would go for it. good luck x

  26. QUESTION:
    I like a guy whos like 50 but im 20, is it wrong to ask him out?
    Theres this neighbor of mine who has a friend, and a lot of times when i go to this neighbors house on friday nights, a friend is there and i think im a little attracted to him. He is divorced though, since a few years ago, and hes 50 I think and Im 20. I feel bad because of the age but ive always liked much older guys and he looks younger, maybe like 45.

    Anyways, it seems like maybe he is hitting on me because all the time I go there, hes always touchy feely with me, and he seems really happy im there, he doesnt waste anytime going up to me and puts his hands on my shoulders and arms, and compliments me saying “well look at this beautiful girl” and compliments my hair and things like that. at first i felt it was inappropriate and felt he was too touchy feely but then i realized that i like it and it felt good

    And one time im passing under a street lamp near the house and as im walking under it he goes “can you just stand there under that light like that?”

    and another time i am at work, and then hes there shopping and he sees me and he touches my shoulder like hes in shock and says “well look at you! dont you look beautiful”

    and i felt awkward this one time watching tv with him since a male enhancement commercial came on and he went “those pills will make me the size of a black guy” and it felt really awkward haha

    and i love it how when he leaves he says “bye darling” or “bye sweetie”

    anyways, what should i do? is he flirting or just being nice?
    also hes not there every friday so when i dont catch him im upset….so should i email him? i dont know if i can wait two weeks to see him. i know its a huge age difference, but i really cant help it

    The thing is when he first put his arms around my shoulder it felt so good!! ive never felt that with any other guy that i liked before, its weird.

    also, i want to do this, because ive been asked out a few times before but its always young guys like 20s or whatever, and i cant stand guys my age i like them older!!

    by the way, i am neither desperate nor a gold digger. he is an average middle class working guy, and his maturity and certain things about him appeal to me, trust me guys around his age are 10 times more appealing to me then any guy around my age, and i really cannot help it as ive tried to like guys my own age.

    im 20 and havent had a bf or a kiss or anything yet and its mostly from my shyness but not asking out guys because the ones i liek are way older. so i think its time i do what i want right?
    well im not really thinking long term like marriage but i like him and want to see where things go, im attracted to way older guys haha

    • ANSWER:
      You need to know that if you do get involved with him you’re going to just end up being in a sexual relationship. I’m sure he’ll make you feel great and like you’re in a relationship. In the end you’ll just be the 20yr old trophy he gets to show off to his buddies. Eventually you’ll end up dating nothing but extremely older men.

      You’re probably just a little infatuated with him right now because he’s always complementing you and those little touches are meant to endeavor himself with you. You should probably have gone with your first instinct that it was inappropriate. Why not try a guy who’s in his late mid to late 20’s maybe early 30’s. You’ll loose alot of respect from people if you start dating a 50yr old. Plus like you said, you’ve never had a boyfriend or experienced any of those things. Why not try out a few younger guys to get some experience under your belt(no pun inteneded).

  27. QUESTION:
    I like a much older guy and i think he likes me, does it sound like he does? help!?
    PLEASE read this to fully understand ::

    Theres this neighbor of mine who has a friend, and a lot of times when i go to this neighbors house on friday nights, a friend is there and i think im a little attracted to him. He is divorced though, since a few years ago, and hes 50 I think and Im 20. I feel bad because of the age but ive always liked much older guys and he looks younger, maybe like 45.

    Anyways, it seems like maybe he is hitting on me because all the time I go there, hes always touchy feely with me, and he seems really happy im there, he doesnt waste anytime going up to me and puts his hands on my shoulders and arms, and compliments me saying “well look at this beautiful girl” and compliments my hair and things like that. at first i felt it was inappropriate and felt he was too touchy feely but then i realized that i like it and it felt good

    And one time im passing under a street lamp near the house and as im walking under it he goes “can you just stand there under that light like that?”

    and another time i am at work, and then hes there shopping and he sees me and he touches my shoulder like hes in shock and says “well look at you! dont you look beautiful”

    and i felt awkward this one time watching tv with him since a male enhancement commercial came on and he went “those pills will make me the size of a black guy” and it felt really awkward haha

    and i love it how when he leaves he says “bye darling” or “bye sweetie”

    anyways, what should i do? is he flirting or just being nice?
    also hes not there every friday so when i dont catch him im upset….so should i email him? i dont know if i can wait two weeks to see him. i know its a huge age difference, but i really cant help it

    i miss him and wont see him probably for a week, i want to email him and tell him how i feel. im sick of not being able to date because i like much older guys, it feels unfair to me, ive tried liking younger guys, but i just dont

    • ANSWER:
      it doesnt matter old guy or younger guy.and yes i think he loves u.so hold his hand.dnt look at his age.love doesnt care about age.u just fall in lvoe with him not with his age.:)

  28. QUESTION:
    Kitten of 8 mons has turned into a monster. Does BAD things.NOT listen . She purposely knocks things over.help
    My dear Kitten has become one that does not listen. She gets into everything she can.. knocks over things.. and I spray her and she goes right back and does it all over again! I am at my wits end, as I love her to pieces but, I cannot have her rule this house as she is. She has to know whos boss.
    She is a purebred Ragdoll. Noted for being kind, gentle and loving. They are beautiful looking cats,and love to be in close quatres with you all the time.
    there is nothing she will not tackle..including knocking over my New Lamps, pulling down my shower curtains.. you name it, she does it!
    HELP! what to do? Anything you can offer will be greatly appreciated.
    tks bunches!
    ducky1

    • ANSWER:
      There are three things you should try and do:

      (1) stop reprimanding and punishments – instead try and build a good relationship;

      (2) set up your kitten to succeed at things that you want – encourage her to use her scratching post by putting some of her favourite things on it;

      (3) make the things that you don’t want your cat to touch unattractive to her – put aluminium foil or sticky tape

  29. QUESTION:
    What happens when you have two blonde genies ????
    A white guy is walking along a beach when he comes across a lamp partially buried in the sand. He picks up the lamp and gives it a rub. Two blonde genies appear and they tell him he has been granted three wishes.

    The guy makes his three wishes and the blonde genies disappear.

    The next thing the guy knows, he’s in a bedroom, in a mansion surrounded by 50 beautiful women. He makes love to all of them and begins to explore the house.

    Suddenly he feels something soft under his feet, he looks down and the floor is covered in 0 bills.

    Then, there’s a knock at the door. He answers it and standing there are two persons dressed in Ku Klux Klan outfits. They drag him outside to the nearest tree, throw a rope over a limb and hang him by the neck until he’s dead.

    As the Klansmen are walking away, they remove their hoods; it’s the two blonde genies.

    One blonde genie says to the other one,” I can understand the first wish having all those beautiful women in a big mansion to make love to. I can also understand him wanting to be a millionaire. But WHY. . . . he wanted to be hung like a black man. . . is beyond me.”

    • ANSWER:
      FABULOUS ! Best joke of the night ! Way to go !
      I can’t top this one !

  30. QUESTION:
    spanish help pleaseeeee?
    im going to say this in spanish may yu please telll me if im right

    welcome to the house of my dreams
    this house is the house of my dreams
    i have alot of rooms
    there is a living room kitchen dining room bedroom bathroom garage and patio
    what i like best about the entrance are the stairs . they are very beautiful.
    the living room is my favorite room. there are trees lamps a television and rugs but my favorite thingsa re the couches.

    bienvenidos a la casa de mis suenos
    esta casa es la casa de mis suenos
    yo tengo mucho cuartos
    hay la sala la cocina el comedor el dormitorio el bano el garaje y el patio
    que me gusto sobre la entrasa son las escaleras .ellos muy hermosas.
    la sala es mi favorito cuarto . hay arbols lamparas un televison y alfmobras pero mis favoritas cosas son los sofas.

    pleasee helpp me with correctionnss
    pleasee=]]
    entrada not entrasa myy badd

    thankss.

    • ANSWER:
      Sentence #1 and 2 are correct. I corrected the other ones for u!

      #3 Yo tengo muchos cuartos
      #4 Lo que me gusto mas de la entrada son las escaleras. Ellas estan muy hermosas.
      #5 La sala es mi cuarto favorito. Ahi hay lamparas de arboles, un televisor y alfombras pero mis cosas favoritas son los sofas.

  31. QUESTION:
    START OF MY BOOK – PLEASE READ, DESPARATELY NEED SOME MORE OPINIONS?
    She was everything good and everything evil. Everything innocent and everything impure. Looking at her was – when we first met – like staring at dirty glass. I couldn’t see half of what was under her skin. What lay tangled with her bones and intertwined with her tainted soul. I only sensed clarity. I only saw the innocence and the good. I was a foolish ancient man with my own dirty glass for skin, thousands of years of deceit and illusion lying beneath.

    Even I, who could see through the most complex illusions, could not sense anything wrong, anything but what I wanted to see. She was beautiful.

    The night when I first saw her, I was hunting.
    I could sense my ancient heart racing as adrenalin pushed itself through my aged veins. I was running. Not away from something, but to something. To someone. Her name I did not know, all I needed to know was that her soul was pure, and I ached for it to be mine.
    It was midnight. The clock tower rang and echoed through the streets of London. When the chiming stopped the silence was eerie. A fog emerged out of the darkness, meaning I couldn’t see far in front of me, but I wasn’t lost. It was her scent that guided me on this silent night, which was only to be disrupted by the flickering oil lamps on the corner of every street.

    I turned once more and I stopped when I came to the corner of a cobbled street marked Camille Road by a corroded metal sign. That sign seemed out of place, because it was the only thing that looked worn by age. The Georgian houses towered above my head magnificently and proudly.

    The first house I came to was the one. Her essence was that of old books, her mother’s perfume which she loved and the coal fire that burnt in her room on winter nights.
    It was stronger than ever, and it engulfed me in a desire for her soul which was nearing unbearable.

    Just as I was about to enter the house, the doorknob began to turn. As it did I saw a brief reflection of the moon on the silver metal. I ducked silently back around the corner.
    Out stepped a beautiful young girl, no older than sixteen, with a soul which was newly poisoned with darkness. Not the girl I was hunting. She had blonde, almost white hair, ghostly skin, and grey eyes, as murky as the fog. She was incredibly thin and the dress showed that. She wore no corset, which was strange for a young woman at this time. The dress itself was a dark blue, tight fitting around her waist, and it had a small train at the back, which had accidentally fallen into a small puddle.

    She shut the door behind her as quietly as she could, rubbing her arms in the cold, waiting for something.
    Then it came strolling out of darkness with a large smile on its face. It was a man.
    The young girl greeted him with a kiss and he wrapped his arms around her waist, picking her up, and placing her down on his feet. She looked at him in wonder.

    He then began to dance with her like a father with his young daughter, her petite feet weightless against his larger, stronger, more agile feet. He was nothing like her. She was wealthy, clean and delicate, whereas he was dirty, tall and well built, with long, dark hair which half covered his dark eyes that looked lovingly into hers. His love was fake, his soul black, and his heart cold. He wanted something else from her, something she couldn’t see.
    He wanted her dead.

    But it was none of my concern. I let them walk in the direction he came from until they turned onto another street and I could no longer see them.
    I was about to enter the front door when I saw someone with an oil lamp pass the door – for there was a small frosted window – and then continue into the front room. It was the girl I was looking for. She was even more beautiful and more curious than the other girl, which I presumed was her younger sister.

    Her hair was auburn and loosely curled, falling down to her profound shoulder blades, and the oil lamp caused the colours in the strands to ignite and glow conceitedly with orange and blonde and red and brown. She too was thin, and wearing a pink silk nightgown. Her skin was like chalk, the kind of skin longed for by girls at this time – 1728. Her face looked sculpted, her cheekbones dominant, casting shadows on her cheeks.

    Her eyes were what truly caught my breath and stopped my withering heart right there and then as I looked at them through the window. The colour of them golden, warm and forgiving, but the shape is what sent a chill to my core. They looked like cat eyes, menacing and daring, sly and cruel. I backed up from the window and took a deep, slow breath. More curious by the year my life became in the centuries I had been alive.
    Something was different about her, something I hadn’t initially sensed when I was approaching the house. Something was hidden deep inside, locked away so tightly even I didn’t know what it was. I couldn’t kill her. The wrong soul consumed could overtake me and destroy me.
    My skin was beginning to peel under my shirt, I needed her, but I didn’t want to take her life. She was fascinating and I was old, growing weak, more merciful than I had been a few decades ago.

    Suddenly, I sensed a presence behind me. One with a soul more tainted than I had dealt with since my own. The smell of damp earth, blood and nail varnish entered my nose and I winced.
    I turned slowly to see a young woman, who was peculiar and didn’t look like she was from the time we were living in.

    Her hair was straight and purple, barely reaching her shoulders. She wore a gentleman’s black top hat, and a small black dress, which came to a stop just above her knees. Her eyes were purple to match her hair, curved and wicked,
    like her smile. A woman like her would be hung if she was in view of the public eye. She was wearing black nail varnish, one that I could tell by her scent she favoured.

    She walked towards me slowly and silently, the smile not wavering. She touched my pale cheek, freezing from the midnight breeze. She began to talk with spice in her accent and a fire on her tongue. “Darling. I know what you are.” She looked in the window, her long fingernails trailing my cheekbone. “I know why you’re here. I’ve been watching you for a while now. I’ve been following you ever since you claimed your last victim over a month ago. You need a fresh soul, a pure human. But you will not take her life? She is nothing. A mortal.”

    My mouth was dry and as I spoke my voice was small. “What are you?”
    She let out a little chuckle. “I am a witch. My name is Ayalet Caesar. And your name my love?”
    “Adrian. Adrian Black,” I told her reluctantly.
    “Adrian Black,” She started “You have very strange eyes. They’re as black

    • ANSWER:
      “I couldn’t see half of what was under her skin.”

      So you *could* see the other half of what was under her skin?

      X-ray vision?

  32. QUESTION:
    MY BOOK’S BEGINNING – YOUR OPINIONS PLEASE?
    1. Souls, pure and tainted.

    She was everything good and everything evil. Everything innocent and everything impure. Looking at her was – when we first met – like staring at dirty glass. I couldn’t see half of what was under her skin. What lay tangled with her bones and intertwined with her tainted soul. I only sensed clarity. I only saw the innocence and the good. I was a foolish ancient man with my own dirty glass for skin, thousands of years of deceit and illusion lying beneath.

    Even I, who could see through the most complex illusions, could not sense anything wrong, anything but what I wanted to see. She was beautiful.

    The night when I first saw her, I was hunting.
    I could sense my ancient heart racing as adrenalin pushed itself through my aged veins. I was running. Not away from something, but to something. To someone. Her name I did not know, all I needed to know was that her soul was pure, and I ached for it to be mine.
    It was midnight. The clock tower rang and echoed through the streets of London. When the chiming stopped the silence was eerie. A fog emerged out of the darkness, meaning I couldn’t see far in front of me, but I wasn’t lost. It was her scent that guided me on this silent night, which was only to be disrupted by the flickering oil lamps on the corner of every street.

    I turned once more and I stopped when I came to the corner of a cobbled street marked Camille Road by a corroded metal sign. That sign seemed out of place, because it was the only thing that looked worn by age. The Georgian houses towered above my head magnificently and proudly.

    The first house I came to was the one. Her essence was that of old books, her mother’s perfume which she loved and the coal fire that burnt in her room on winter nights.
    It was stronger than ever, and it engulfed me in a desire for her soul which was nearing unbearable.

    Just as I was about to enter the house, the doorknob began to turn. As it did I saw a brief reflection of the moon on the silver metal. I ducked silently back around the corner.
    Out stepped a beautiful young girl, no older than sixteen, with a soul which was newly poisoned with darkness. Not the girl I was hunting. She had blonde, almost white hair, ghostly skin, and grey eyes, as murky as the fog. She was incredibly thin and the dress showed that. She wore no corset, which was strange for a young woman at this time. The dress itself was a dark blue, tight fitting around her waist, and it had a small train at the back, which had accidentally fallen into a small puddle.

    She shut the door behind her as quietly as she could, rubbing her arms in the cold, waiting for something.
    Then it came strolling out of darkness with a large smile on its face. It was a man.
    The young girl greeted him with a kiss and he wrapped his arms around her waist, picking her up, and placing her down on his feet. She looked at him in wonder.

    He then began to dance with her like a father with his young daughter, her petite feet weightless against his larger, stronger, more agile feet. He was nothing like her. She was wealthy, clean and delicate, whereas he was dirty, tall and well built, with long, dark hair which half covered his dark eyes that looked lovingly into hers. His love was fake, his soul black, and his heart cold. He wanted something else from her, something she couldn’t see.
    He wanted her dead.

    But it was none of my concern. I let them walk in the direction he came from until they turned onto another street and I could no longer see them.
    I was about to enter the front door when I saw someone with an oil lamp pass the door – for there was a small frosted window – and then continue into the front room. It was the girl I was looking for. She was even more beautiful and more curious than the other girl, which I presumed was her younger sister.

    Her hair was auburn and loosely curled, falling down to her profound shoulder blades, and the oil lamp caused the colours in the strands to ignite and glow conceitedly with orange and blonde and red and brown. She too was thin, and wearing a pink silk nightgown. Her skin was like chalk, the kind of skin longed for by girls at this time – 1728. Her face looked sculpted, her cheekbones dominant, casting shadows on her cheeks.

    Her eyes were what truly caught my breath and stopped my withering heart right there and then as I looked at them through the window. The colour of them golden, warm and forgiving, but the shape is what sent a chill to my core. They looked like cat eyes, menacing and daring, sly and cruel. I backed up from the window and took a deep, slow breath. More curious by the year my life became in the centuries I had been alive.
    Something was different about her, something I hadn’t initially sensed when I was approaching the house. Something was hidden deep inside, locked away so tightly even I didn’t know what it was. I couldn’t kill her. The wrong soul consumed could overtake me and destroy me. Like my own soul had once almost done. My skin was beginning to peel under my shirt, I needed her, but I didn’t want to take her life. She was fascinating and I was old, growing weak, more merciful than I had been a few decades ago.

    Suddenly, I sensed a presence behind me. One with a soul more tainted than I had dealt with since my own. The smell of damp earth, blood and nail varnish entered my nose and I winced.
    I turned slowly to see a young woman, who was peculiar and didn’t look like she was from the time we were living in.

    Her hair was straight and purple, barely reaching her shoulders. She wore a gentleman’s black top hat, and a small black dress, which came to a stop just above her knees. Her eyes were purple
    to match her hair, curved and wicked, like her smile. A woman like her would be hung if she was in view of the public eye. She was wearing black nail varnish, one that I could tell by her scent she favoured.

    She walked towards me slowly and silently, the smile not wavering. She touched my pale cheek, freezing from the midnight breeze. She began to talk with spice in her accent and a fire on her tongue. “Darling. I know what you are.” She looked in the window, her long fingernails trailing my cheekbone. “I know why you’re here. I’ve been watching you for a while now. I’ve been following you ever since you claimed your last victim over a month ago. You need a fresh soul, a pure human. But you will not take her life? She is nothing. A mortal.”

    My mouth was dry and as I spoke my voice was small. “What are you?”
    She let out a little chuckle. “I am a witch. My name is Ayalet Caesar. And your name my love?”
    “Adrian. Adrian Black,” I told her reluctantly.
    “Adrian Black,” She started “You hav

    • ANSWER:
      I ddnt actually read all of it but wow.. I am very thrilled, it’s just completely amazing!!!!!!! I just can’t find the right word to describe it but great job on tht n_~ and keep it up.
      Good luck ~~

  33. QUESTION:
    READ MY BOOK PLEASE :D?
    She was everything good and everything evil. Everything innocent and everything impure. Looking at her was – when we first met – like staring at dirty glass. I couldn’t see half of what was under her skin. What lay tangled with her bones and intertwined with her tainted soul. I only sensed clarity. I only saw the innocence and the good. I was a foolish ancient man with my own dirty glass for skin, thousands of years of deceit and illusion lying beneath.

    Even I, who could see through the most complex illusions, could not sense anything wrong, anything but what I wanted to see. She was beautiful.

    The night when I first saw her, I was hunting.
    I could sense my ancient heart racing as adrenalin pushed itself through my aged veins. I was running. Not away from something, but to something. To someone. Her name I did not know, all I needed to know was that her soul was pure, and I ached for it to be mine.
    It was midnight. The clock tower rang and echoed through the streets of London. When the chiming stopped the silence was eerie. A fog emerged out of the darkness, meaning I couldn’t see far in front of me, but I wasn’t lost. It was her scent that guided me on this silent night, which was only to be disrupted by the flickering oil lamps on the corner of every street.

    I turned once more and I stopped when I came to the corner of a cobbled street marked Camille Road by a corroded metal sign. That sign seemed out of place, because it was the only thing that looked worn by age. The Georgian houses towered above my head magnificently and proudly.

    The first house I came to was the one. Her essence was that of old books, her mother’s perfume which she loved and the coal fire that burnt in her room on winter nights.
    It was stronger than ever, and it engulfed me in a desire for her soul which was nearing unbearable.

    Just as I was about to enter the house, the doorknob began to turn. As it did I saw a brief reflection of the moon on the silver metal. I ducked silently back around the corner.
    Out stepped a beautiful young girl, no older than sixteen, with a soul which was newly poisoned with darkness. Not the girl I was hunting. She had blonde, almost white hair, ghostly skin, and grey eyes, as murky as the fog. She was incredibly thin and the dress showed that. She wore no corset, which was strange for a young woman at this time. The dress itself was a dark blue, tight fitting around her waist, and it had a small train at the back, which had accidentally fallen into a small puddle.

    She shut the door behind her as quietly as she could, rubbing her arms in the cold, waiting for something.
    Then it came strolling out of darkness with a large smile on its face. It was a man.
    The young girl greeted him with a kiss and he wrapped his arms around her waist, picking her up, and placing her down on his feet. She looked at him in wonder.

    He then began to dance with her like a father with his young daughter, her petite feet weightless against his larger, stronger, more agile feet. He was nothing like her. She was wealthy, clean and delicate, whereas he was dirty, tall and well built, with long, dark hair which half covered his dark eyes that looked lovingly into hers. His love was fake, his soul black, and his heart cold. He wanted something else from her, something she couldn’t see.
    He wanted her dead.

    But it was none of my concern. I let them walk in the direction he came from until they turned onto another street and I could no longer see them.
    I was about to enter the front door when I saw someone with an oil lamp pass the door – for there was a small frosted window – and then continue into the front room. It was the girl I was looking for. She was even more beautiful and more curious than the other girl, which I presumed was her younger sister.

    Her hair was auburn and loosely curled, falling down to her profound shoulder blades, and the oil lamp caused the colours in the strands to ignite and glow conceitedly with orange and blonde and red and brown. She too was thin, and wearing a pink silk nightgown. Her skin was like chalk, the kind of skin longed for by girls at this time – 1728. Her face looked sculpted, her cheekbones dominant, casting shadows on her cheeks.

    Her eyes were what truly caught my breath and stopped my withering heart right there and then as I looked at them through the window. The colour of them golden, warm and forgiving, but the shape is what sent a chill to my core. They looked like cat eyes, menacing and daring, sly and cruel. I backed up from the window and took a deep, slow breath. More curious by the year my life became in the centuries I had been alive.
    Something was different about her, something I hadn’t initially sensed when I was approaching the house. Something was hidden deep inside, locked away so tightly even I didn’t know what it was. I couldn’t kill her. The wrong soul consumed could overtake me and destroy me. Like my own soul had once almost done. My skin was beginning to peel under my shirt, I needed her, but I didn’t want to take her life. She was fascinating and I was old, growing weak, more merciful than I had been a few decades ago.

    Suddenly, I sensed a presence behind me. One with a soul more tainted than I had dealt with since my own. The smell of damp earth, blood and nail varnish entered my nose and I winced.
    I turned slowly to see a young woman, who was peculiar and didn’t look like she was from the time we were living in.

    Her hair was straight and purple, barely reaching her shoulders. She wore a gentleman’s black top hat, and a small black dress, which came to a stop just above her knees. Her eyes were purple
    Her eyes were purple to match her hair, curved and wicked, like her smile. A woman like her would be hung if she was in view of the public eye. She was wearing black nail varnish, one that I could tell by her scent she favoured.

    She walked towards me slowly and silently, the smile not wavering. She touched my pale cheek, freezing from the midnight breeze. She began to talk with spice in her accent and a fire on her tongue. “Darling. I know what you are.” She looked in the window, her long fingernails trailing my cheekbone. “I know why you’re here. I’ve been watching you for a while now. I’ve been following you ever since you claimed your last victim over a month ago. You need a fresh soul, a pure human. But you will not take her life? She is nothing. A mortal.”

    My mouth was dry and as I spoke my voice was small. “What are you?”
    She let out a little chuckle. “I am a witch. My name is Ayalet Caesar. And your name my love?”
    “Adrian. Adrian Black,” I told her reluctantly.
    “Adrian Black,”
    It won’t let me add anymore, it keeps coming up with a message saying ‘currently unavailable’ ffjdpghkmyjfrgty -_-

    • ANSWER:
      Wow! this is very intriguing and i quite like it! It’s very descriptive and well thought through! Good Luck!

  34. QUESTION:
    PLEASE READ THE START OF MY BOOK :D?
    She was everything good and everything evil. Everything innocent and everything impure. Looking at her was – when we first met – like staring at dirty glass. I couldn’t see half of what was under her skin. What lay tangled with her bones and intertwined with her tainted soul. I only sensed clarity. I only saw the innocence and the good. I was a foolish ancient man with my own dirty glass for skin, thousands of years of deceit and illusion lying beneath.

    Even I, who could see through the most complex illusions, could not sense anything wrong, anything but what I wanted to see. She was beautiful.
    Her hair was brunette, curled and long, falling down to her defined shoulder blades on her back. Her skin was pale, like chalk, the kind of skin girls longed for in the year I met her, which was 1728. She was tall and looked quite thin, but she was stronger than anyone could see.
    Her eyes. Her eyes were what caught my breath and stopped my withering heart for a few moments when I first saw her.

    The night when I first saw her, I was hunting.
    I could sense my ancient heart racing as adrenalin pushed itself through my aged veins. I was running. Not away from something, but to something. To someone. Her name I did not know, all I needed to know was that her soul was pure, and I ached for it to be mine.
    It was midnight. The clock tower rang and echoed through the streets of London. When the chiming stopped the silence was eerie. A fog emerged out of the darkness, meaning I couldn’t see far in front of me, but I wasn’t lost. It was her scent that guided me on this silent night, which was only to be disrupted by the flickering oil lamps on the corner of every street.

    I turned once more and I stopped when I came to the corner of a cobbled street marked Camille Road by a corroded metal sign. That sign seemed out of place, because it was the only thing that looked worn by age. The Georgian houses towered above my head magnificently and proudly.

    The first house I came to was the one. Her essence was that of old books, her mother’s perfume which she loved and the coal fire that burnt in her room on winter nights.
    It was stronger than ever, and it engulfed me in a desire for her soul which was nearing unbearable.

    Just as I was about to enter the house, the doorknob began to turn. As it did I saw a brief reflection of the moon on the silver metal. I ducked silently back around the corner.
    Out stepped a beautiful young girl, no older than sixteen, with a soul which was newly poisoned with darkness. She had blonde, almost white hair, ghostly skin, and grey eyes, as murky as the fog. She was incredibly thin and the dress showed that. She wore no corset, which was strange for a young woman at this time. The dress itself was a dark blue, tight fitting around her waist, and it had a small train at the back, which had accidentally fallen into a small puddle.

    She shut the door behind her as quietly as she could, rubbing her arms in the cold, waiting for something.
    Then it came strolling out of darkness with a large smile on its face. It was a man.
    The young girl greeted him with a kiss and he wrapped his arms around her waist, picking her up, and placing her down on his feet. She looked at him in wonder.

    He then began to dance with her like a father with his young daughter, her petite feet weightless against his larger, stronger, more agile feet. He was nothing like her. She was wealthy, clean and petite, whereas he was dirty, tall and well built, with long, dark hair which half covered his dark eyes that looked lovingly into hers. His love was fake, his soul black, and his heart cold. He wanted something else from her, something she couldn’t see.
    He wanted her dead.

    But it was none of my concern. I let them walk in the direction he came from until they turned onto another street and I could no longer see them.

    I was about to enter the front door when I saw someone with an oil lamp pass the door – for there was a small frosted window – and then continue into the front room. It was the girl I was looking for. She was even more beautiful and more curious than the other girl, which I presumed was her younger sister, was.

    Her hair was auburn and the oil lamp caused the colours in the strands to ignite and glow conceitedly with orange and blonde and red and brown. She too was thin, and wearing a pink silk nightgown. Her skin was like chalk, the kind of skin longed for by girls at that time. Her face looked sculpted, her cheekbones dominant, casting shadows on her cheeks.

    Her eyes were what truly caught my breath and stopped my withering heart right there and then as I looked at them through the window. The colour of them golden, warm and forgiving, but the shape is what sent a chill to my core. They looked like cat eyes, menacing and daring, sly and cruel. I backed up from the window and took a deep, slow breath. More curious by the year my life became in the centuries I had been alive.
    Well there’s not a thesaurus in sight, sorry but you’re wrong. I appreciate opinions and facts. That was neither.

    • ANSWER:
      Thanks for changing what I suggested! The old part looked good. Just two things:

      1. In the 8th section where they’re dancing, you use petite twice. For the second one you could use fragile, delicate, miniature, tiny, etc…otherwise it sounds a bit redundant. (Other than that, the paragraph was really good 🙂

      2. You use basically the same words twice: “the kind of skin longed for by girls at that time” Is there another way to say it?

      Other than repeating a couple words a bunch, you did a really nice job! Just work a bit on word choice and it would be perfect! Great job and good luck! 🙂

  35. QUESTION:
    START OF MY BOOK – PLEASE READ :}?
    She was everything good and everything evil. Everything innocent and everything impure. Looking at her was – when we first met – like staring at dirty glass. I couldn’t see half of what was under her skin. What lay tangled with her bones and intertwined with her tainted soul. I only sensed clarity. I only saw the innocence and the good. I was a foolish ancient man with my own dirty glass for skin, thousands of years of deceit and illusion lying beneath.

    Even I, who could see through the most complex illusions, could not sense anything wrong, anything but what I wanted to see. She was beautiful.
    Her hair was brunette, curled and long, falling down to her defined shoulder blades on her back. Her skin was pale, like chalk, the kind of skin girls longed for in the year I met her, which was 1728. She was tall and looked quite thin, but she was stronger than anyone could see.
    Her eyes. Her eyes were what caught my breath and stopped my withering heart for a few moments when I first saw her.

    The night when I first saw her, I was hunting.
    I could sense my ancient heart racing as adrenalin pushed itself through my aged veins. I was running. Not away from something, but to something. To someone. Her name I did not know, all I needed to know was that her soul was pure, and I ached for it to be mine.
    It was midnight. The clock tower rang and echoed through the streets of London. When the chiming stopped the silence was eerie. A fog emerged out of the darkness, meaning I couldn’t see far in front of me, but I wasn’t lost. It was her scent that guided me on this silent night, which was only to be disrupted by the flickering oil lamps on the corner of every street.

    I turned once more and I stopped when I came to the corner of a cobbled street marked Camille Road by a corroded metal sign. That sign seemed out of place, because it was the only thing that looked worn by age. The Georgian houses towered above my head magnificently and proudly.

    The first house I came to was the one. Her essence was that of old books, her mother’s perfume which she loved and the coal fire that burnt in her room on winter nights.
    It was stronger than ever, and it engulfed me in a desire for her soul which was nearing unbearable.

    Just as I was about to enter the house, the doorknob began to turn. As it did I saw a brief reflection of the moon on the silver metal. I ducked silently back around the corner.
    Out stepped a beautiful young girl, no older than sixteen, with a soul which was newly poisoned with darkness. She had blonde, almost white hair, ghostly skin, and grey eyes, as murky as the fog. She was incredibly thin and the dress showed that. She wore no corset, which was strange for a young woman at this time. The dress itself was a dark blue, tight fitting around her waist, and it had a small train at the back, which had accidentally fallen into a small puddle.

    She shut the door behind her as quietly as she could, rubbing her arms in the cold, waiting for something.
    Then it came strolling out of darkness with a large smile on its face. It was a man.
    The young girl greeted him with a kiss and he wrapped his arms around her waist, picking her up, and placing her down on his feet. She looked at him in wonder.

    He then began to dance with her like a father with his young daughter, her petite feet weightless against his larger, stronger, more agile feet. He was nothing like her. She was wealthy, clean and petite, whereas he was dirty, tall and well built, with long hair which half covered his dark eyes that looked lovingly into hers. His love was fake, his soul black, and his heart cold. He wanted something else from her, something she couldn’t see.
    He wanted her dead.

    But it was none of my concern. I let them walk in the direction he came from until they turned onto another street and I could no longer see them.

    I was about to enter the front door when I saw someone with an oil lamp pass the door – for there was a small frosted window – and then continue into the front room. It was the girl I was looking for. She was even more beautiful and more curious than the other girl, which I presumed was her younger sister, was.

    Her hair was auburn and the oil lamp caused the colours in the strands to ignite and glow conceitedly with orange and blonde and red and brown. She too was thin, wearing a pink silk nightgown. Her skin was like chalk, the kind of skin longed for by girls at that time. Her face looked sculpted, her cheekbones dominant, casting shadows on her cheeks.

    Her eyes were what truly caught my breath and stopped my withering heart right there and then as I looked at them through the window.

    • ANSWER:
      Hey

      Well your description, your detail and your vocabulary, are in my opinion, your strengths. It’s … sophisticated and mature. I like how you have mixed short sentences in for impact. Nice writing!

      What I would suggest is more showing – it will seem more descriptive and involve the reader more. I think that’s the biggest difference between showing and telling.

      For example ‘It was her scent that guided me on this silent night’, you could say something like ‘The scent of her _______ reached my nose and my footsteps lead me towards it’ or something like that, I hope you get the gist.

      Also, at the start, when you’re describing her. I suppose it does fit in with your context, but description of a person’s appearance is much better when it’s added with action. Something like ‘She would play with her brunette hair when ______’ is much better that ‘She had brunette hair’.

      I’m personally a fan of less description but I suppose it suits your story and works well here, but make sure you don’t over do it.

      ~ JLT

  36. QUESTION:
    My story so far – second attempt?
    I could sense my ancient heart racing as adrenalin pushed itself through my aged veins. I was running. Not away from something, but to something. To someone. Her name I did not know, all I needed to know was that her soul was pure, and I ached for it to be mine.
    It was midnight. The clock tower rang and echoed through the streets of London. When the chiming stopped the silence was eerie. A fog emerged out of the darkness, meaning I couldn’t see far in front of me, but I wasn’t lost. It was her scent that guided me on this silent night, which was only to be disrupted by the flickering oil lamps on the corner of every street.

    I turned once more on to a street marked saint road. The scent was intoxicating now, it surrounded me like the fog, but it seemed closer, close enough to suffocate me with. I was at the right house. It was large, making it clear that the girl was wealthy. The shadow of the structure loomed over me, blocking the light from the small fire burning in the street lamp.

    I stepped back and hid around the corner when I saw the front doorknob turning. A young girl, no older than sixteen stepped over the threshold in a dark blue waterfall dress which trailed along the ground behind her. She was beautiful. She had long white-blonde hair in waves, falling down her back, a pale complexion, and her eyes were mysterious, making her seem inhuman in some ways, and she was incredibly thin. I suspected her waist was that shape because of the corset she probably always wore.

    A man came out of the fog to her left and she greeted him with a kiss. He was around twenty, and he was not wealthy. His clothes were torn and his face was full of dirt. His dark, tousled hair reached his chin and yet she looked at him as though he were a prince.
    This was not the girl I was looking for. She was far from innocent, which saved her from me.

    They walked in the direction the young man came from, and after just a moment I couldn’t see them anymore. I could just hear her quiet laughter. When that had died down, I stepped out from the shadows and approached the door once more. I turned the doorknob and the door creaked slightly as I pushed it open.

    It was very dark in the house and I could barely see, but I knew exactly where she was. The hall was filled with portraits hanging on the walls, portraits of her family, and probably one of her somewhere too.

    • ANSWER:
      I like it. But just remember that “Saint Road” and any other road should start with capitals, not lower-case. Your imagery and description is really great though.


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