The Most Beautiful Lamps In The World

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Find Out How The Beautiful Tiffany Lamps And Lampshades Came About And How They Are Created

Louis Comfort Tiffany (1848-1933) was a painter in the 19th century and at the age of 23 became the youngest member of the National Academy in history. During the 1870’s Tiffany began to work in stained glass, he was commissioned to create ornate windows for churches and he often incorporated plants and flowers, two themes that were later seen in his lamp work.

So it was that in 1987 that Tiffany and two of his contemporaries founded the Louis Comfort Tiffany & Associated American Artists, a company focused on glass-making, primarily glass windows. Most famously the company created a glass window to be installed in the White House. In 1885 Tiffany disbanded the company so that he could begin his solo organization called Tiffany Glass Company, which later became Tiffany Studios.

When the electric lightbulb was invented in 1879 it inspired Tiffany to create the first of his beautiful glass lampshades. One of his most famous designs was the Nautilus lampshade, appropriate shaped like a shell, that was seen in his first exhibition in 1899. Tiffany used the techniques he learned from creating stained glass windows and applied them to his lampshades, this involved cutting the glass into pieces and following patterns that were put onto paper.

Each lampshade was constructed by lining the edge of every glass piece with copper foil and then soldering them together into the final piece.

the Tiffany lampshades that are produced today still use the techniques Tiffany himself developed and use his common motifs such as flowers, dragonflies, and other natural objects.

The Tiffany method is a true craft and very time consuming:

First a model of the lampshade design must be created in wood, it is then coated with glue and has paper or linen placed over it.

The design for the lampshade is then drawn onto the covering and the color scheme is chosen at this time, the different sections of the design will all be made from separate pieces of cut glass.

The paper or linen covering is then removed from the model and the individual sections of the design are cut out to create a 2D version of the design. Each section of the design is numbered and a copy is made on a second piece of paper. The original drawing is then sectioned off and each part is used as a pattern for each individual piece of stained glass.

Once every glass piece has been cut the wooden model is coated with an adhesive wax, the design is laid out this way in accordance with the original plans, each piece is attached to the wax until the entire design is in place.

Then these individual pieces are removed and copper foil is applied to the edges, they are then soldered together. Heat is then applied to the wooden model, the wax melts, the soldered lampshade is removed from the model so that the inside edges can be soldered as well. Metal trims and other details are then soldered onto the top and around the bottom edges of the lampshade.

The lampshade is then attached to a bronze base and the lamp is completed.

About the Author:
Joy Gregory is a web designer and artist with an MSC from De Montfort University. As an artist who loves colour she has an interest in all aspects of Interior Design and loves to find out how beautiful objects are created and used.

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Frequently Asked Questions

  1. QUESTION:
    Is this more of the wedded bliss then?
    A woman finds an old lamp in the attic and when she polishes it, a genie pops out and offers to grant her three wishes.

    However, he warns her that whatever she wished for, her husband would get ten times better or more.

    So the woman thinks for a moment, and says “For my first wish, I`d like to be the most beautiful woman in the world.”

    The genie says: “OK, but remember your husband will be the most handsome man in the world and every woman will lust after him.”

    The woman replies: “Go ahead.” So sure enough, she`s transformed into the world`s most beautiful woman.

    “For my second wish I want to be the richest woman in the world.”

    The genie warns: “That will make your husband ten times richer than you.” “Fine by me,” is her reply.

    So she`s the richest woman in the world.

    The genie asks: “What is your third and final wish?”

    Her reply: “I`d like a very mild heart attack!”

    • ANSWER:
      LOL OUT LOUD

  2. QUESTION:
    Joke >>>>> What is your final wish?
    Myklia finds an old lamp in the attic and when she polishes it, a genie pops out and offers to grant her three wishes. However, he warns her that whatever she wishes for, the bloke in her life will get ten times better or more.

    So Myklia thinks about this and says: “For my first wish I’d like to be the most beautiful woman in the world.”

    The genie says: “OK, but remember your bloke will be the most handsome man in the world and every woman will lust after him.”

    Myklia replies: “Go ahead.”

    So sure enough, she’s the world’s most beautiful woman.

    “For my second wish, I want to be the richest woman in the world.”

    The genie warns: “That will make your bloke ten times richer than you.”

    “Fine by me,” is her reply. So she’s the richest woman in the world.

    The genie asks: “What is your final wish?”

    Myklia replies: “I’d like a VERY mild heart attack!”

    • ANSWER:
      HAHAHAHHA GOOD ONE…

      And to your joke about are my “test results back”

      Hell NO i dont mean ur other jokes are rubbish ….

      They are all good but that was the best one.

      I cant insult a online comedian… How dare i do so.. lol

      Keep it up.

  3. QUESTION:
    Would you rather be this or that?
    You just found the magic lamp and the genie has granted you one of the following. The genie is sick and tired of people asking for bizarre wishes so he is allowing you only one of the following. Pick one of the following that you would rather have…..

    A. 10 million dollars WEALTH

    B. The ability to seduce any woman or man. SEX

    C. Superhuman Intelligence that allows you to invent devices that put human technology 300 years into the future. You are awarded nobel prizes and recognized as the new Einstein. INTELLIGENCE

    D. Incredible physical ability that allows you to break Michael Phelps Olympic gold medal record as you compete in multiple different sports and dominate the games. You win the Tour De France. Win multiple medals in the Olympics. ENDURANCE AND STRENGTH

    E. Become the most beautiful person in the world. Earn a modeling contract and become the fascination of the opposite sex and gay people. BEAUTY

    F. Have the most fascinating and Incredible life that is already written for you by some of the most brilliant screenwriters in Hollywood. You will live through unfathomable natural disasters. Go through the most bizarre human drama. Go into battle and single handedly win the war for your country. GLORY AND ADVENTURE

    • ANSWER:
      WEALTH. I know, I am greedy, but with money, I can save some and have the material items I want for happiness. My family could be happier also. I could buy beauty with cosmetic surgery. I don’t want to be a genuis. I am smart enough. I don’t care about the glory or adventure, or endurence or strngth, and my sex life is fine, and not that important.

  4. QUESTION:
    Short story proof read please?
    This is a story about Venice, i need to keep the style of a poem like story, please help..:

    “Including me, the people dancing had created a ring around the musicians, and I shared their dancing, clapping and singing. I thought I had succeeded in restoring quietness to myself. But this lasted only for a few moments, because once the dancing stopped, I found myself facing the man. I was still determined to neglect him, willing to be able to follow my program and see all the attractions of the city. I didn’t want to leave the city with broken heart, because I forgot to see one of its statues. Verona’s girl went away with her peers, and I kept lounging on the banks of the Grand Canal, which was called by travel books the most beautiful street in the world. It is a street of water, boats glide along/over it like floating museums. Historic houses lining the street, speak the richness of Venice in architecture. Restaurants, cafes and clubs spread over its banks, compete to wear the most magnificent decorations. But where to have a mind that could accommodate this beauty, as the man never overlooked me even for one moment/ never left me alone.
    The smell of food reminded me that I have not eaten any food since the breakfast, so I entered a fast food restaurant. Without appetite, I had baked pasta, then I entered the bathroom and the view of my face in the mirror scared me, as the human misery since the beginning of the creation was reflected on it. My dismay increased when I went out back to the street and saw the lights above the shop fronts had started to brighten up, and gave Venice more beautiful view at night than in the daytime. I saw the sun begun to withdraw its rays and authorized the night fall. The city will be filled with empty dark corners, that attract criminals to commit their crimes. It is so easy that I could be a victim of this night whom the news talks about the next day. I must go back to the hotel. There must be dark and empty spaces, when I walk through it the man can hunt me in if I returned late. I took out a card out of my pocket that shows the address of the hotel. I went, and the man follows me, between the docks looking for a boat to take me there. I did not, while I’m on boat, have the mood to meditate on skies that pigmented in various colours, and its reflection on water. The scene of the setting sun did not mean anything to me, nor its melted colour in the far-red domes that look like paintings etched on the horizon. What concerned me was that the sun slows down its sunset till I get to the hotel. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw the way to the hotel is full of people, lights, and life. But the hotel itself was calm, silent, no sound or echo. It was Like a ghost house, except the old man receptionist who was static like a wax figure, and silently reads his book. A small hotel with no stars, no reception lounge or restaurant or bar, except this corner which was devoted for breakfast. I glimpsed forks, spoons and knives over the breakfast tables. I went to it and placed a knife under my jacket, then took the key and climbed spiral stairs to my room on the top floor. I opened the room and eavesdropped while stood by the door. I have left the man standing in front of the hotel, so how do I know that he did not send his partner lurked in the room. I switched on the light and entered the room searching under the bed, inside the closet and behind the bathroom door to see if anyone is hiding there. My fingers over the handle of the knife cramped while I rose it in front of me, and the room lamp made from me shadows, that look like a scene from the thrilling movies of violence and crime. I locked the door and bolted it with a latch. Then went to the window and looked on the outside wall. The wall was lined in a water channel, slick with no bumps and pipes that can help criminals to climb to my window”

    • ANSWER:
      …musicians, I shared……(joined in, better?).
      …’because’……. (unnecessary).
      …neglet…..you mean ignore.
      …city with a broken heart,
      …cafes and clubs spread along its banks,
      …never let me out of his sight even for one moment.
      …reminded me I had not eaten since breakfast,
      …fast-food.
      …Without an appetite
      …went out, back to the street…
      …Venice a more beautiful appearance at night…
      …the sun began to..
      …I walk through it, the man can hunt me in, if I …
      …I took a card out of my pocket with the address..
      …While I am on the boat, I did not have…
      …it was ghostly, except for the old….
      …static, like…silently reading his book.
      …no stairs, reception lounge, restuarant or bar, except …
      …I opened the door and listened…
      …his partner lurking in the room.
      …anyone was hiding there.
      …while I raised it in front me, the lamp made my shadow that looked like …
      … I locked and bolted the door. Went to the window and looked at the outside wall.
      …smooth without handholds and pipes that could ease a criminals climb to …

  5. QUESTION:
    Joke: Big orange head?
    Man walks into a bar and pauses: at the other end of the bar, there’s this guy with a big orange head. Just kind of sitting there, mooning into his drink. So the man asks the bartender, “Say, what’s up with the guy with the big orange head?” And the bartender says, “It’s an interesting story. Buy him a drink and maybe he’ll tell it to you.”

    So the man walks over and introduces himself and offers to buy a round. The guy with the big orange head says, “Yeah, I’ll bet you want to know the story, huh?” To which the man replies, “Sure, if you don’t mind.”

    The man with the big orange head sighs and says, “You know, I’ve gone over it in my mind a million times. Basically, it’s like this: I was walking along the beach one day, when I stubbed my toe on something. I looked down, and there was an antique brass lamp. I picked it up and dusted it off a little — when all of a sudden this enormous genie pops out!

    “The genie thundered, ‘You have released me from my ten-thousand year imprisonment, and I am in your debt. I will grant you three wishes as a token of my gratitude.’

    The man at the bar is agape. The guy with the big orange head continues: “So I said, ‘Wow, okay. Well, my first wish is to be fantastically wealthy.’

    “The genie says, ‘Your wish is granted.’ And all of a sudden I have rings on my fingers and a crown on my head, and my wallet is full of money and a dozen ATM cards and the deed to a mansion in the hills — I mean, I was loaded!

    “So I said, ‘Amazing! Okay, for my next wish , I want to be married to the most beautiful woman in the world.’

    “The genie says, ‘Your wish is granted.’ And the ocean parts, and out walks this gorgeous woman in this beautiful dress, and she takes my hand and we fall in love and the genie marries us right there. It was incredible.

    “The genie booms, ‘You have one wish remaining.'”

    The man with the big orange head pauses and sips his beer. He says, “Now, you know, this may be where I went wrong. I wished for a big orange head.

    • ANSWER:
      I like that …. very funny … made me chuckle out loud…thanks !!!

  6. QUESTION:
    What does this joke mean?
    Orange for a Head
    A man is walking down the street when he runs into his friend. But there’s something different about him: his friend has an orange for a head.

    So the man asks his friend, “Hey man, why do you have an orange for a head?”

    And his friend replies, “Well I was digging through the trash and I found a magic lamp. I rubbed it and a genie popped out and promised me three wishes.”

    The man then says, “That’s cool, but why do you have an orange for a head?”

    His friend replies, “Well for my first wish I asked to be the richest man in the world, and ‘poof!’ I had tons upon tons of gold bullion at my feet.”

    The man shuffles and asks again, “Okay, but why do you have an orange for a head?”

    His friend smiles and says, “Wait, wait. I’m getting there. For my second wish I wished for the most beautiful woman in the world to be my bride, and ‘poof!’ there she was, the very likeness of Helen of Troy.”

    The man, dumbfounded and quite anxious asks once again, “Okay, but why do you have an orange for a head?!?”

    To which his friend replies, “Well, for my third wish, I wished for an orange for a head.”

    • ANSWER:
      it goes orange after all the work down under….

  7. QUESTION:
    A woman finds an old lamp in the attic & when she polishes it..?
    a genie pops out & offers to grant her 3 wishes. He warns her though, that whatever she wishes for, her husband will get 10 times better or more. So the woman thinks about it then tells the genie “Right. For my 1st wish, I want to be the most beautiful woman in the world”
    The genie reminds her “OK. But don’t forget that will make your husband the most handsome man in the world & every woman will lust after him”
    The woman tells him to go ahead & sure enough, she becomes stunningly beautiful.
    “For my 2nd wish” she continues “I want to be the richest woman in the world”
    The genie warns again “That will make your man 10 times richer than you”
    “Fine by me” says the woman. So she’s now the richest woman in the world.
    The genie then asks “What is your final wish?”
    She replies “I’d like a very mild heart attack!”

    • ANSWER:
      Just off up in the attic! See you all later.

  8. QUESTION:
    Don’t you just love Poetry ?
    Here are some lines from one of the most beautiful ones I have ever read:
    ” And the lamps of the city prick my eyes
    So that I can no longer see your face.
    Why should I leave you,
    To wound myself upon the sharp edges of the night ? ”
    The Taxi…….Amy Lowell 1874-1925.
    Now to tax your brains ! a two part question.
    (1) Name the author and Poem from which the following lines come:
    ” The world was all before them, where to choose
    Their place of rest and providence their guide:
    They hand in hand with wandering steps and slow,
    Through Eden, took their solitary way. ”
    Clues.. English male poet 1608-1674.
    Big clue ! you won’t find this in the LOST property office at the station !
    (2).Please quote some lines from a poem you like and i will give best answer to the one that moves and inspires me !.

    • ANSWER:
      Probably Paradise Lost then.

      I like:

      Razors pain you;
      Rivers are damp;
      Acids stain you;
      And drugs cause cramp.
      Guns aren’t lawful;
      Nooses give;
      Gas smells awful;
      You might as well live

      By Dorothy Parker. It so tragic and funny.

  9. QUESTION:
    A woman was cleaning her attic with her cat by her side for company. Amongst the boxes and old papers she?
    found a little lamp. She picked it up and wiped it off with her apron, when “POOF” out popped Genie. “I will grant you three wishes” proclaimed the Genie. The woman thought for a moment and said “I wish I was the most beautiful 20 year old woman in the world, I wish I had more money than I knew what to do with, and I wish you would turn my cat into the most handsome prince around.” The Genie nodded and after a huge cloud of dust cleared, the Genie was gone and so was the lamp. The woman looked at herself and she was certainly beautiful. She was surrounded with scads of money in Large Bills. She flung an armful in the air and watched it flutter down around her. She giggled with delight at the mountains of cash. Then she turned to look where her adoring cat once stood. There in the feline’s place stood a tall, dark, handsome man with chiseled features, a washboard stomach, broad shoulders, and a soccer-players-tush. She walked over to him, he put his arms around her, brushed his hand upon her cheek, looked deep into her eyes and whispered softly, “Now, aren’t you sorry that you had me neutered?”

    • ANSWER:
      Another great one Skycat.!!!
      Ha ha ha.!!!
      10/10.!!!

  10. QUESTION:
    Hilarious joke!?
    A woman was cleaning her attic with her cat by her side for company. Amongst the boxes and old papers she found a little lamp. She picked it up and wiped it off with her apron, when “POOF” out popped Genie. “I will grant you three wishes” proclaimed the Genie.

    The woman thought for a moment and said “I wish I was the most beautiful 20 year old woman in the world, I wish I had more money than I knew what to do with, and I wish you would turn my cat into the most handsome prince around.”

    The Genie nodded and after a huge cloud of dust cleared, the Genie was gone and so was the lamp.

    The woman looked at herself and she was certainly beautiful. She was surrounded with scads of money in Large Bills. She flung an armful in the air and watched it flutter down around her. She giggled with delight at the mountains of cash.
    Then she turned to look where her adoring cat once stood. There in the feline’s place stood a tall, dark, handsome man with chiseled features, a washboard stomach, broad shoulders, and a soccer-players-tush. She walked over to him, he put his arms around her, brushed his hand upon her cheek, looked deep into her eyes and whispered softly, “Now, aren’t you sorry that you had me neutered?”

    • ANSWER:
      She’s got everything except the joy ride. -_^ LMAO!

  11. QUESTION:
    what is hotter than a naked chick?
    Uhm, is it just me or do some girls have no self-respect anymore? No one really wants to see you half naked on myspace, especially when you are under eighteen and all you will get are creepers and people who will assume you are easy. Go ahead, say I am wrong and that I am a jealous bitch or whatever else blows your whistle. What would your parental unit say about it? And would you care if they saw it?

    Also, you can look just as good with your clothes on as you do without. Just saying. (:

    Do guys know how insecure a woman of any age feels when they have been violated? Visually violated? There is a sense of vulnerability that plays a part in that sort of thing. Doesn’t it seem unfair when a woman has to pre-plan her outings, making sure she has pepper-spray, and that if it’s dark outside, there better be a bright lamp to park under just in case of a sexual abuser? Doesn’t it seem not right that a woman has to watch her every move, has to hold her chin up high around creepy people? Yes, men have to also, but not to the extent that women do. Nothing close.
    Do you ever think about how scared she is?
    Do ever wonder how many tears women all around the world, of all times, have let out because of violation and abuse?
    Women were the first slaves of all time, not blacks. Women have been look down upon throughout history. Eve came out of Adam. But why couldn’t have Adam came out of Eve? Because the Bible was written by MEN. Did you know it was proven by a MALE scientist that Women do not need men to reproduce? Women were the ones to give birth, to breed on, and women have made this world populated as it is. Yeah, men helped, but all they did was give out sperm and leave the woman hanging. And again, women can now become Asexual, in a way.

    I’d love for women and men to be equal, I think about that every single day. It has impacted my life quite a bit. It is SO sad that women are only known for their breasts. IF you really knew how a boob works, you’d say that’s really gross and you wouldn’t want to ever touch it again. Trust me. Some women actually wish they didn’t have boobs. but then would a man really love her? If women had no breasts, would the man still think she’s the most beautiful?

    Now I’m not trying to bash men or anything, but they should realize all the things I’ve said. Really, just try to think of all of that. Please? It would be nice to have a world that wasn’t so vulgar. And so I’m begging every guy to read this, to consider this, and think about everything. Just think about it. How would you like to be looked at like that?
    Thankyou.

    • ANSWER:
      You really don’t make much sense, you know…
      First you criticize girls who take their clothes off, partially or the whole lot. Then you go on to tell them that they in fact feel violated, abused, scared, slaves etc. No one’s forced them to take their clothes off, you know. So you may feel that way if you want, but they don’t, and you can’t force them to without abusing them yourself.
      I agree with you that this behaviour will only get the wrong attention, but the rest of your comments are more appropriate for a bitter, heart-broken old lady with a rather ambiguous sexual identity than the singles and dating forum…

  12. QUESTION:
    What do you think of this story I wrote?
    I’m 12, and i wanted to write a story for school. Do you think this is OK for a beginning?>She flipped her pillow over , and tossed her sweaty blankets to the edge of her cot. She could hear the humming of cicadas outside, and the rushing waters of the crystal waterfall nearby. It was another twilight at the beautiful jungle of Kurosawa.

    The colorful flowers, and the luscious green trees and bushes made it the most breathtaking sight in the world. From tiny, to gigantic plants, it was all here. The plants here, reminded her of a blanket of snow, although, it was blanket of mosses, flowers, and plants.

    Birds of every form flew by the huts window, and monkeys swung on the monstrous trees. It was perfect here, and she loved it.

    Her mother and father were scientists- they wanted to study animals in there natural habitat. They where gone from dawn, to dusk, but Milo her brother took care of her. Although she never wanted to leave Kurosawa , she missed her parents.

    At night, when they where asleep, she would stay up as late as she could until she drifted off, soaking up the fact that they were in the next room. And when they were gone, she would sometimes cry… only on days when Milo was some were outside, probably sketching more pictures.

    “Just stay inside, and don’t tell mom.” He would say. She would grumble, then sit by the window, watching the rain fall. If it were sunny, she would usually skip outside, and glide in the water by the water fall. She could now hear a few raindrops on the grass roof.

    “Let’s leave early,” she could hear someone whisper through the darkness. It was her dad. “Why don’t we just take the day off?” Replied her mom’s groggy voice.

    “Were so close, Marian! The bird is nesting a mile from here, we just need to get a few pictures, and we can get home, and we’ll have a half day, come home, and spend time with Milo and Kera!” Her mom replied something, but the wall muffled it all, and all she could hear was an, “OK,”

    Kera was know the happiest girl in the world. She was going to spend time with mom and dad! Excitement grabbed tightly at her stomach. Her parents were never home, and when they were, they were too tired to grumble, “How was your day?”

    She heard the hut’s door softly close, then crunching footsteps, and she listened close till they faded away.

    That morning, at 7:30, she awoke to the hum of the rain. She quickly showered, being damp with sweat, and got into shorts and a tank top. She decided she might go on a quick walk, down the small path that led to the waterfall. She skipped along, enjoying the view, and the cool mist of rain.

    She sat on a mossy rock, large and wide, and she picked some dazzling flowers up, to make a bouquet for her mom. She slowly and carefully, she tied them together, using a hairpiece. She then trotted back to the hut, whistling. When she stepped inside, Milo was eating some kind of fruit. “Where where you!?” He screeched, worried lines on his forehead. He was dripping with sweat, and panting. “By the waterfall,” I replied dully, and got a vase off the shelf, stuffing the flowers in. “Um, you’re supposed to stay here! What were you thinking?” I smiled. “What are you thinking, then? You leave me alone all day, usually.” He shook his head at my words, then went off to his room, slamming the door. The hut had bamboo walls, and doors. The windows where merely screens, but somehow, the hut was built so no rain could drip in.

    There was a stone fireplace, never really used, only for cooking, or boiling water. There were three bedroom, all of them with a cot, and a dresser, and a small ceiling fan. The floor, was bamboo, and it was all put on stilts, a few feet off the ground. We had two showers, and a bathrooms. We had electricity, so we had a clock, a few lamps, and a refrigerator.

    Or course, we had cell phones, but only mom and dad used them. We had two laptops, and, well, that was pretty much all we had, beside the few clothes everybody owned.

    She sat down, and took a deep breath. It was time to wait till they arrived home.

    It had already gotten dark, and I was already feeling sleepy. The noises of the night where already whistling through the air, and the rain had stopped.

    Worry washed through me like an ocean wave- numbing and strong.

    I called for Milo. “What?” He answered, as he stepped in the room, with hints of coldness in his voice. He was probably still upset at me for taking off without telling him. “Mom and dad should be home by now….” I mumbled, not wanting him to tell I was scared.

    “I know. I heard them talking last night.” He replied, biting his lip. “Maybe we should look for them.” I whispered. He looked bewildered. “WHAT? Are you crazy?” He roared, his cheeks burning. I had then told him, “OK, OK, just a thought. I suppose we can wait…”

    But, the next morning, they still had not returned. Nor the next, or next. It had been three days
    OH, BTW in the end her parents were not scientists. They are actully spys, and they are trying to find these people that where selling rare plants and animails from the jungle on the black market. The bad guys where doing there dirty work in the jungle, where nobody would search. the spys (keras parents) had been captured when they had gone out. And Kera ends up finding out about this, and solveing the mystery herself. The “bad guy” go to jail, and she saves her parents. 🙂 LIKE OR NOT?

    • ANSWER:
      Keep up the good work

  13. QUESTION:
    What do you think of these pictures for my story?
    For those of you who have read the pieces of my story (Lost Thought) on B&A – these are the main pictures the inspired most of the book. The first picture actually helped me come up with the plot. I just wanted to show them to you all and see what you thought. I’ll post examples of the pieces that go with each.

    1.) First picture is of Jamie’s apple tree in the middle of the field of golden wheat. It’s where she loves to watch the sunrise and think about things. Very beautiful and calming. It inspired the perfection of her imagined world. Paragraph that goes with it:
    The morning sky is painted a tranquil portrait of pink melting into yellow and vivid red. As the sun rises from behind the mountains, light dances across the field of wheat and casts a golden glow that shimmers through the air.
    In the midst of the vast yellow sea stands a single tree, its branches sprawling out in every direction, supporting my weight as I sit.

    2.) This picture inspired my description of the vintage city. It’s beautiful yet kind of eerie:

    The vintage buildings loom overhead, blocking out the bit of morning light that’s trying to shine through. Street lamps still burn from being lit the night before and the black cobblestone road gleams in reflection.
    Stretching out in front of me is row upon row of diners, shops, parlors, theatres, and stands. Each painted a glorious red and gold as if to match the colors of the sunrise.
    No matter how many times I visit the city, it never ceases to amaze me with its timeless beauty.

    3.) The scary forest was actually inspired by the woods behind my old house. I just looked up pictures of thicker woods:

    or maybe…my mind rejects the idea. The forest is off-limits to everyone. Its unmarked land could be dangerous. Besides, the sheer darkness of it isn’t the most welcoming sight.

    4.) The cabin by the lake hasn’t been mentioned yet in my writing but its coming up soon. It’s her home where the reader will see the perfected version of her parents.

    5.) Ice cream parlor – basically just a fifties ice cream parlor where she goes with friends:
    “You know what?” I ask. “I think I’m in the mood for some ice cream.”

    I start walking without checking to see if they will follow. It doesn’t take long to get to the ice cream parlor since everything here seems to be in walking distance. The building looks like an old cottage, painted white with brown wooden panes crossing over it. The windows are festooned with baby pink shutters and blue rose boxes. Joe, the owner, is standing outside the door waiting to greet us.

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    @Liam: my bad – I’ll be sure to get right on that 🙂
    @Sweet nickname: The picture is just of a random cottage which isn’t an ice cream parlor obviously. I just pictured something like it just more smaller and cute to make into a cool ice cream place. I may change it though. I still have yet to look at your pics.

    • ANSWER:
      That ice cream parlor is huge. Are you sure it’s an ice cream parlor?

      It’s always interesting how the arts interact and inspire each other. That’s the nature of everything though, I suppose.

      I meant to say this on some other question, but you’re free to message me RE: your story if you’re interested in some more detailed feedback.

  14. QUESTION:
    Name the ELEMENTS!! Anyone you can name! HELP Brainteasers!!?
    Please name the element, if you know any put the number and then the element. Person who’s names the most correctly gets ten points.

    1. Lowest melting point of any element
    2. Wax-like transparent solid that ignites spontaneously in air
    3. Hope you don’t mind the heat, death valley, california provides 85% of the world’s supply of this element.
    4. I compromise almost as much math in the earth’s crust as do all other elemnts put together.
    5. I am used in flash bulbs and flares because i burn with a dazzling flame
    6.My irritating effects and suffocating action were exploited when I was used as a war gas in World War 1.
    7. Your teacher uses me, I am a metallic element found in chalk, limestone and marble.
    8.I am a pale yellow solid that is obtained in large quantities from Alberta Natural Gas
    9. I am the element responsible for the characteristic yellow colour of many highway lamps.
    10. I am a metal that burns with a yellow-red flame. I am an essential constituent of leaves, bones, teeth and shells
    11. count your beads. Metal oxides dissolve in a molten bead of any one of my compounds to give characteristic colours , which can be used to identify the metals
    12. A cigarette filter made of this element may not prevent you from getting cancer, but may postpone the day of reckoning.
    13. I impart a beautiful crimson colour to a flame, but when I burn strongly the flame is dazzling white.
    14. Thinking of space war? I am a gas that is used in many lasers , where I give a bright orange red beam of light.
    15. I am the most abundant metal in the earths crust
    16. lets go spelunking. I am the metallic element present in stalactites and stalagmites.
    17. In the liquid form I am super fluid. I will climb the inner surface of a cup, over the lip and down the outer surface until the cup is empty.
    18. More precious stones. I am the second most abundant element on earth. You will find me in agate, amethyst, jasper and opal.
    19. Lets go on a safari. In africa I am found as pure crystals in what seem to be the necks of old volcanoes.
    20. I am colourless, odourless, generally inert gas, yet many of my compounds are important as explosives.

    🙂

    • ANSWER:
      1. Helium (He)
      2. Phosphorous (P)
      3. Astatine (At)
      4. Oxygen (O)
      5. Magnesium (Mg)
      6. Chlorine (Cl) and Sulfur (S)
      7. Calcium (Ca)
      8. Sulfur (S)
      9. Sodium (Na)
      10. Calcium (Ca)
      11. Sodium (Na)
      12. Oxygen (O)
      13. Lithium (Li)
      14. Neon (Ne)
      15. Aluminium (Al)
      16. Calcium (Ca)
      17. Helium (H)
      18. Silicon (Si)
      19. Sulfur (S)
      20. Nitrogen (N)

  15. QUESTION:
    CHEMISTRY! Element help, YOU ONLY HAVE TO ANSWER ONE IF YOU WANT. ?
    Name the ELEMENTS!! Anyone you can name! HELP Brainteasers!!?
    Please name the element, if you know any put the number and then the element. Person who’s names the most correctly gets ten points.

    1. Lowest melting point of any element
    2. Wax-like transparent solid that ignites spontaneously in air
    3. Hope you don’t mind the heat, death valley, california provides 85% of the world’s supply of this element.
    4. I compromise almost as much math in the earth’s crust as do all other elemnts put together.
    5. I am used in flash bulbs and flares because i burn with a dazzling flame
    6.My irritating effects and suffocating action were exploited when I was used as a war gas in World War 1.
    7. Your teacher uses me, I am a metallic element found in chalk, limestone and marble.
    8.I am a pale yellow solid that is obtained in large quantities from Alberta Natural Gas
    9. I am the element responsible for the characteristic yellow colour of many highway lamps.
    10. I am a metal that burns with a yellow-red flame. I am an essential constituent of leaves, bones, teeth and shells
    11. count your beads. Metal oxides dissolve in a molten bead of any one of my compounds to give characteristic colours , which can be used to identify the metals
    12. A cigarette filter made of this element may not prevent you from getting cancer, but may postpone the day of reckoning.
    13. I impart a beautiful crimson colour to a flame, but when I burn strongly the flame is dazzling white.
    14. Thinking of space war? I am a gas that is used in many lasers , where I give a bright orange red beam of light.
    15. I am the most abundant metal in the earths crust
    16. lets go spelunking. I am the metallic element present in stalactites and stalagmites.
    17. In the liquid form I am super fluid. I will climb the inner surface of a cup, over the lip and down the outer surface until the cup is empty.
    18. More precious stones. I am the second most abundant element on earth. You will find me in agate, amethyst, jasper and opal.
    19. Lets go on a safari. In africa I am found as pure crystals in what seem to be the necks of old volcanoes.
    20. I am colourless, odourless, generally inert gas, yet many of my compounds are important as explosives.

    • ANSWER:
      1. Helium (He)
      2. Phosphorous (P)
      5. Magnesium (Mg)
      6. Chlorine (Cl)
      7. Calcium (Ca)
      8. Sulfur (S)
      9. Sodium (Na)
      10. Calcium (Ca)
      13. Sodium (Na)
      14. Neon (Ne)
      15. Aluminium (Al)
      16. Calcium (Ca)
      17. Helium liquid
      18. Silicon (Si)
      20. Nitrogen (N)

      Some of the elements are repeated
      Hope this helps!
      ps. These answers are all correct, because i looked them up and i am a seinor chemistry student

  16. QUESTION:
    can someone answer this question for me please and honest answers only,it,s unfornunate but it has to be asked
    why is it that blacfolk througout there time here in america has been riduculed for having big beautiful lips beautiful color and ample amount of booty,along with a natural ability to bringforth music and dance among other things and now you see whitefolk burnning themselves under heat lamps forsakeing cancer to look like us and getting their lips pumed up with dead cells (that,s what colagen is!).for better words the same things that you despise in us you desire the most.not to sound insulting but is it that you want to be us,you piggyback off everthing that the black race do then try to claim it for your self,that,s sad…you hate us yet you try to covince the world that you are us,like the ancient egyptians and the babalonians..when we were building the pyrmaids you did,nt even have a history let alone a civilazation( !!SO STOP IT!!) the bottom line is that you were still living in the caucus mts. thus your name caucasians (which means white asians) when we were teaching the world

    • ANSWER:
      You have ISSUES!!!! When was the last time you were insulted about your big lips or dark complexion. Stop stereotyping yourself and move on to more productive things in your life.

  17. QUESTION:
    Could I please have some advice on my story?
    Hey,
    *This is a repost of my last question since I got no answers*
    Well this is a working progress. Publishing a book is something I’ve wanted to do for a long time. Can anyone give me some advice on my story so far? I don’t think it makes a diferrence, but I’ve just turned 13. I’ve included the Preface and about 1/4 of the first chapter.

    Preface

    Not many children, at the age of thirteen, can say that they witnessed both their parents die, right in front of them.
    But I can.
    So much had happened in the past five years, that all I wanted to do was crawl up in a ball and cry.
    But I knew that wouldn’t solve anything, and if I wanted to prevent other people going through this, then the first thing I had to do was escape this crummy orphanage.
    It wasn’t exactly hard, I mean, as much as the name “Sanctum Sanctuary” suggests, this place wasn’t exactly safe. I picked the old deadlock with a bobby-pin in less than ten seconds. Easy-peasy.
    But then the events of the day before came rushing back to me, and the pain was so great, that I doubled over clutching my chest.
    “It’s her! Erica, run!”He had shouted as the other man was ripped to shreds.
    Being the foolish teenager, I naturally stayed, my eyes locked in horror.
    It was mum.
    Dad either had to kill her, or be killed.
    He chose the latter option.
    By the time dad’s limbs were strewn across the ground, I had started to run.
    I don’t know how, but some super-human strength suddenly possessed me, and I began to run faster than I ever had before-never looking behind me, never taking my eyes off the path ahead. But she was gaining on me too quickly, and I couldn’t keep running much longer.
    So I killed her.

    Chapter 1
    Him

    I was in so over my head, it wasn’t funny.
    Six screaming, bloodthirsty, telekinesis using banshees were on a mission. The sole purpose: to kill me, and every other person in this town. You see, banshees aren’t exactly the most forgiving of people, so when centuries ago, they died and left their three-thousand odd acre farm to the government, it was naturally converted into a pleasant town. But you see, to these particular banshees, it was their land. So, naturally, everyone had to die.
    There wasn’t exactly a set date they killed everyone, I guess they just randomly decided that today was the day everyone on their land died. Freak accidents? More like angry spirits.
    And I guess, since I was one of the few people in the world that actually knew about this whole new universe, then it was my responsibility to prevent other’s deaths. I didn’t care if I died in the process, I had nothing to live for; no dad, mother, boyfriends or even friends. Nothing was worth living for.
    Even the beautiful decor that littered every room couldn’t draw my attention away from the translucent, pale figures as they came towards me, their incredibly long and dark hair that trailed soundlessly on the carpeted floor.
    Their faces were so gaunt, and the skin was pulled so tight over their cheekbones that it looked like it was made out of tissue paper.
    But their eyes were the scariest, every time I looked at them; I felt an upending sense of death and doom. It was as if all the happy memories had been sucked out of them, leaving only unpleasant ones left.
    They were now incredibly close, no more than two feet away, and I had no way of attacking them.
    Every single weapon was either broken on the ground or useless against them. Real life isn’t like in movies, how you can cross spirits over or exorcise them. Most spirits are far too manipulated and evil to succumb to that kind of stuff. The only thing that ever posed a threat against them, was to cut off their source of negative energy that they manifested on. But that was generally pretty hard, so I usually settled with replacing their negative energy with positive. It was all very complicated.
    “Fu….!” But I was cut off, because a second later lamps, books and even tables were flying towards me. With the combined powers of all six ghosts, any inanimate object was at their bidding, going against all the laws of gravity.
    These banshees, like the majority of demons, had the ability to manipulate and move inanimate objects. Starting out, they could only move things like feathers, but the objects were like weights at a gym to them; the more they did it the stronger they god.
    These guys had been around for at centuries, having the whole time to improve and develop this ability of theirs. Hell, if they wanted to, I’m pretty sure they could lift the whole house.
    The banshees let out a high pitched scream, and I felt my blood run cold. They screamed. Banshees only scream when someone’s about to die, me, for example.

    Oh, by the way, this is all double spaced. It’s just comes out in this question as not.

    So, can I please have some constructive criticism? What do I do good? What do I need to improve on? Does this have any hope of getting published?

    Also, I’ve cha
    Thanks for the answers guys!
    It got cut of, but in my answer I was saying how I changed my old writing style recently. My old once used to be more ‘mature’ I guess.
    Thanks guys!

    • ANSWER:
      hey this is pretty cool! ah ok some ‘constuctive critisism’…
      i like the preface but it’s a little hard to follow, realy the preface should be the simplest part of the book, perhaps having less seperate lines? also “i picked the old deadlock in less than 10 seconds. easy-peasy” the rest of the preface sounds pretty serious and well, realistic in a sense, where as this bit seem exaggerated idk… just a little out of place, maybe “being the skilled (girl, guy? i couldn’t tell? is the character’s name Erica?) it barely any time at all to pick the old deadlock”

      the first chapter i like! some notes though; you could try using some more decriptive writing, you use good words, but when you go into explaining things you drop you descriptive style. if you do this it’ll slow your writing down and make people pay more attention.
      the word naturally is a little over used maybe? replace with ‘or course’ or ‘unsuprisingly’
      i like your writing style though! the attitude of the character is witty and quirky =] i look forward to you expanding on it more! you’re a very talented young writer! =]

      hope this has helped… =]

  18. QUESTION:
    Is my prologue interesting?
    It was midnight, and a slow yet steady rain dampened the earth, whispering of dark memories and things better left unspoken. A foot disturbed a deep puddle in the cobble, squelching loudly. In the darkness, a gruff voice cursed and shook his ankle. Though nighttime had long ago fallen upon Barrow’s Eave, the ancient lamps had just now been lit, spraying the pitch black streets with dim, warm light.
    The man, a rather kind Goldheart who wasn’t very fond of the full moon, was middle aged, perhaps in his mid fifties. Blond and Red still tinged his wavy hair and the stubble coating the side of his handsome, chiseled features; but it was speckled with gray and white. Padding along beside him was, quite oddly, a Panther; a panther as black as night, whose eyes shone a pale opal. The animal, jumping, turned into an Owl, soaring into the air, his great horns eclipsing the moon. Keen eyes wide, he surveyed the area as his wielder walked below. Under both of his arms, the man carried two bundles, tightly wrapped and protected from the cold.
    He stopped, turning his head attentively. Hearing nothing, he continued on his way, the great walls of the city obscuring the stars. “Don’t see nuthin’, Benjamin,” hooted the owl, flapping his wings and letting the wind blow under them, ruffling his feathers.
    “Just keep watch up there until we get to Old Willy’s Pub.” Benjamin said quietly, as to not disturb any of the residents.
    Quickly, he crossed the wide cobble road, careful not to drop his precious burdens. The Owl landed, perching on the rooftop and continuing to observe his surroundings. Gently, Benjamin laid the bundles down, slowly unwrapping them. The first, a beautiful baby girl with reddish blond hair, blinked her electric blue eyes at him curiously. The second was a baby boy, his hair jet black and his eyes the deepest seaweed green. Benjamin sighed. “I’m sorry it had to happen this way,” he said softly, stroking the babies’ faces. “The weight of the world will lie upon your shoulders.”
    Carefully, he lifted the baby girl’s arm up, observing the barely visible ‘Z’ glowing on her wrist, the tail curly with a line through the middle of it. He did the same for the boy, who exhibited a three-point trident. Looking over, Benjamin noticed two transparent entities nearby. One was a Pine Marten, and the other was a Red Terrier; the babies’ noumenons, with no place to go. Staring sadly at the souls, Benjamin wrapped the babies up once more and continued on his way. “Baronner,” he called up, and the Owl flew down, turning into a Panther once more.
    “What are their names?” Baronner asked, padding alongside his wielder.
    “Kelsie,” he gestured with his head towards the girl. “and Roger.” he gestured to the boy, rearranging the blankets so that the delicate babies would be safe from the bitter cold of Barrow’s Eave.
    “Are we taking them to Goldheart Keep?”
    “No.”
    “What aboot their noumenons? They can’t live without Ralivina and Zoharian!”
    “They haven’t come into contact with them yet. We’re going to meet Marian here, who has the other two, and we’re going to take them to London.”
    “But that bloody city’s two ‘undred bloomin’ miles from Lancashire! Why not just let them stay here in Scotland?”
    “If we let them stay here, the Darks will definitely find them. If we take them to London, the pungent stench of the humans will overpower the smell of their blood.”
    “Take into consideration, for just one moment, what would be better for them. Growing up amongst abusive humans who will, most likely, break their arms and throw them into the bloody closet; or staying here and being loved by the Goldhearts and the rest of the Guild? So what if the Darks find ‘em! We can fight them off!” and Baronner huffed proudly, his tail flicking to the side.
    Benjamin sighed. “Believe me, Baronner, I do not wish to do this.” he looked down at the two babies. “But there’s nowhere safe on heaven and earth for them now.”

    • ANSWER:
      wow that sounds really interesting!!

      I would happily read ur book someday! XD

  19. QUESTION:
    Do you like my introduction?
    The smell of pancakes wafted up into my room as I turned on the TV. This was the typical starting of my days. I had to get her room ready for the “inspection” that my mother did every morning, but as usual, I was watching a movie instead.
    “Is your room clean Brooke?” My mother called up to me.
    I looked up from the gun fight and answered, “It will be in a few minutes!”
    It was seven o’clock in the morning and I paused the action movie playing before me. All of a sudden, I got in a James Bond mood. Jumped off of my bed, I did a high kick. Hoping to land graciously was a failed attempt as the bed side lamp cracked on the floor. I cupped my hands over my mouth to stifle a laugh. “Well I guess I can cross ninja off my list for possible jobs.”
    A few seconds later my mother called up again, “What are you doing up there?”
    “Cleaning! Dangerous job for my room you know!” I called back.
    After the cleanup of both the broken lamp bulb and the rest of my room, I went downstairs.
    “So have you thought of extracurriculars for this year?” my mother asked the moment I sat down for cinnamon pancakes.
    “Not really. Maybe basketball or soccer again,” I answered quietly.
    Mom always wanted me to be busy. Even though I was too old for camps last summer, she wanted me to be a camp counselor or volunteer somewhere. During the school year, she was also pushing me to join as many clubs as possible. All of this was anticipated and I just wanted to quit everything and have a day at home for once.
    “You hate soccer,” she said over the table.
    “Well what am I expected to do?” I asked already knowing her mother would say something about clubs.
    Her mother looked her straight in the eye, “I want you to take self-defense classes.”
    Brooke almost burst out laughing. Like her mother, the most protective person in the world, would let her do anything mildly dangerous. It was weird that she said it so abruptly though.
    “You can’t be serious,” Brooke said while thinking of this morning’s episode of her kicking the lamp.
    “Tomorrow is you’re sixteenth birthday. In two years you will be out on your own with almost no protection.”
    “I’m going to be late for school. Bye,” I said, standing up from the table, slightly confused of my mother’s request.
    The day at school brought few almost happy birthdays from various students. I couldn’t help but wonder why my mom would want me to take defense lessons. I had nothing to defend herself from.
    First period was European History with Ms. Holt. As the teacher surveyed the room to make sure every one of her students was present, I looked down at the open book on the desk. GREEK MYTHOLOGY- CHAPTER 19 was written at the top of the page. As if the huge letters weren’t enough, it was bolded purple incase anyone missed it.
    I found myself starting to stare at the ancient pots that were pictured. It wasn’t the pot design I was admiring, but what was written on it. Beautiful voices rang in her head, singing words no one else could hear. For a moment, I thought someone had just blasted their iPod, but then I realized, this was louder than anything I had ever heard. Some of the symbols were starting to move and form a story in my mind. The image of a huge man appeared as the voices sang, “The one who reveals is no longer here,” Fire surrounded me as other people stared in amazement. “One who does a good has much to fear.” Suddenly lightning crackled down and it was over. Breaking my daze, I looked around the room. Nobody else seemed to have noticed the trance. I quickly realized that the teacher was giving a lecture and everyone else was taking notes. Panic and wonder overwhelmed me about what I just did while looking down.
    Ms. Holt looked at me strangely and asked, “Anything wrong dear?”
    “Eh, no. Sorry, just tired,” I answered nervously.
    The teacher frowned, “Well, I hope you were paying attention. Do you know what a titan is? We were just mentioning them a moment ago.”
    “Aren’t they the ones that ruled before the gods?” I said, sitting up slowly.
    She brightened and said, “Why, yes! They are. Care to elaborate?”
    “Didn’t the dad swallow all of his kids except for Zeus?” I asked, hoping I was right.
    She nodded and turned to the rest of the class, “Anything else anyone would like to ask?”
    I looked down at her book again. Nothing moved this time, but I couldn’t shake off what she saw earlier.
    After a few kids asked their questions, I impulsively raised her hand, “Who was the Titan chained for giving people fire?”
    “That was Prometheus. Zeus didn’t want the humans to progress but the good titan thought they had the right to,” Ms. Holt explained. “Why do you ask dear?”
    “Just a story that popped into my head. Guess I remembered it from something,” I said cautiously, trying not to look suspicious.
    “Ah, yes well-” she started as she was cut off by the sharp sound of the bell.
    I just changed this story from narrative to first person so there may be a few mistakes. Sorry!

    • ANSWER:
      Great, but a few type errors!

      “Tomorrow is you’re sixteenth birthday….”

      you’re = you are

      the word you want is: your.

      Also, I’m confused about something …..

      “I had nothing to defend herself from….”

      By *herself*, do you mean *myself* ? You seem to be repeating this through your story – is this deliberate?

  20. QUESTION:
    who can tell me the history of disney on www.disney-dvd-boxset.com?
    Since the born of Walt Disney in 1901, we have own a wonderful world full of charm and fancy. That is Disney World.
    Disney is a fairyland. Whenever Disney, everyone will think of the countless lovely animation icons and classical fairy tales. Mickey Mouse is our most familiar icon. Mickey is so called a born leader, a tender lover, a true friend and a born athlete. He’s full of bright ideas and bold in exploration. Shoveling leaves, flying plane… Mickey is omnipotent. Beautiful Snow White is all the things that girls dream of being. She’s pure and kind-hearted. She’s beauty personified. Further icons such as cinderella, Donald, Sleep Beauty … All these are included in the Walt Disney’s 100 Years Of Magic DVD Boxset.
    In the 100 Years Walt Disney world, animals can communicated with each verbally like humans; good and bad are opposite to each other clearly; idealism and dreams are within everyone’s hand. In this wonderful world, Aladdin’s enchanted lamp is the dream of all boys; Pinocchio’s experience becomes deterrent example for all the children; Simba and Mufafa’s story teaches children to be brave; Buzz Lightyear’s space trip becomes children’s dream…
    The days are gone when we were full of all kinds of dreams, however, the little fairies, who have accompanied us when we were growing, have been lingering at the back of our minds all the time. These perfect fairy tales gives us so many dreams that we could not get them out of our minds… With the one-after-another performance of Disney animation icons and accompanied their laughter, we let our thoughts run back toward our childhood and share our joys!
    This Walt Disney’s 100 Years Of Magic DVD Boxset is also the best gift to children. Parents can purchase it with a reasonable price on BigtimeMart. Families can enjoy the animation together, and enjoy the sweet and comfortable home atmosphere!

    • ANSWER:
      lol y u need us 2 till u it look like u know

  21. QUESTION:
    Could you read and give feedback?
    I apologize for the length, but I know you’ll enjoy it! I hope…..

    Music is said to be the bridge between Heaven and Earth. With it, we connect with our souls and of those around us, whether seen or unseen. I myself have touched the soul of one, deeper than the rest. His name was Keagan.
    It was a cold December night and I was sitting on the curb of Heavitree Road, plucking at the strings of my steel stringed acoustic. The air was bitter and chilled and I wrapped my shawl tighter around my shoulders. Although there were not any pedestrians around, I stayed where I was. Who knows, maybe the second richest man in the world would come walking by in the most curvaceous clothing while I staggered to my shelter beneath the canopy of trees in the park. I sighed and watched a puff of steam rise above my head and get swept away by the wind. I peered down at my left hand and strummed. I played the ballad Verner Raven and swayed in the wind as the familiar story wrapped around my heart and pulled at my emotions.
    “Lustily flies the Verner Raven, high o’er the wall he’s flown, for he was aware that Irmindlin fair sate in her bower alone. He southward flew and he…” “You should go home, little miss.” I looked up, startled by the interruption. The shadow of a man blocked the street lamp and hovered over me. “No home to go to, sir,” I replied sharply, finishing my song with numb fingers. “Well, in that case…” I was grabbed by the upper arm and drawn back off the curb. “What-” “You’re no little girl,” the man growled. “You’re a demon.” I sucked in a breath of cold air and slammed the body of my guitar into the man’s side. He immediately let go and grabbed for my instrument. I dropped it – but not without shedding a tear – and began to run towards Paris Street. “Get back here!” The man barked, and I heard my wonderful guitar smash to the pavement. I gulped and pumped my legs even harder until I reached the intersection. I stood for a split second before veering left onto Western Way.
    Once I had passed Dix’s Field, I slowed to an exhausted saunter, and then fell to my knees. I managed my way off the road and leaned my back against a tree. I laid my arms over my eyes. Lights flashing, men shouting, dogs barking; they’re all chasing you. Into the Cathedral and under a pew. Will they find you? Yes.
    I opened my eyes looked up at the moon. “Almost full,” I croaked, my throat sore from dehydration. I let my body go slack against the trunk of the tree and closed my eyes again. This time, it was black nothingness – no bad memories. I sighed, pulled my knees to my chest, and fell into a deep sleep.

    I rose with the morning. As I stood carefully, using the tree for support, I noticed a faint sound on the wind. I ran my fingers through my light brown, shoulder length hair and took to the road, following the sound. After about a mile, I came to an abandoned home – or so it seemed at first. From the inside, there was a beautiful sound, a sound I knew well. Tears welled up in my eyes as I walked up to the small, ramshackle house and knocked gently on the door.
    The music abruptly stopped and there was the resonance of bare feet on wood. The thin, wooden door opened slowly and a girl peered through at me. “May I help you?” She asked politely, opening the door a little bit more. “I heard a guitar coming from inside this house, yes? I would just like to know who was playing, is all.” The girl’s face showed a hint of trepidation as she nodded. “That was my father, playing for my brother,” she said quietly. “Who is it, May?” A male voice, deep and strong, called from somewhere deep in the house. “It is a woman,” she called back. “Only curious,” I followed. “Let her in, May.” The girl’s mouth set in a grim line as she opened up the door and motioned for me to step inside.
    The house was diminutive and dusty. Everything was wood, except for the stove and wash bin. At the moment, a small fire blazed in the fireplace in the family room and I smiled. “How cozy,” I said, meaning it. May scoffed and I bit my bottom lip. “Father,” She said as we walked into another room. The man stood up and I gulped. He must have been at least seven feet tall. He had bright, expressive green eyes and tangled dark brown hair, a strapping physique and a farmer’s tan. “I apologize for the order of our home,” he said in a baritone voice. “My wife has recently passed and we need more time to recover.” He smiled. “My name is Roldan and these are my children; May and Durriken.” Durriken was a young boy with pale features, but sharp green eyes – like May. Twins, I decided. He was lying on a small cot in the middle of the room. “I am Faun,” I introduced myself. “I only come here because I heard the sound of a guitar. Am I right?” Roldan beamed and nodded. “I was singing to Durriken,” he said, “because he is not well. But I have had this guitar for many years and I love to play. So I play while I pray to God for the wellness of my son.” I smiled softly. “I a

    • ANSWER:
      That’s amazing…please write more because now I want to read the rest of the story! 😀

  22. QUESTION:
    Is this a good prologue beginning (please read)????
    “Don’t you dare close your eyes.”
    The words were calm and reassuring, buffered by the sound and feel of artificial wind. They seemed to echo, in this emptiness of places, out into the city below my feet. I did not open my eyes, but instead imagined following his words as they carried across this world, invisible and unheard, but there. I listened and began to extend my hand, to guide it into the nothingness about. Calm, collected, confident… I began to bring back my hand, an impulse of inner psyche, a realization that what I was about to do was insane, but his hand caught my wrist and brought it out again, and I heard his words in my ear.
    “Open your eyes,” he whispered. “Don’t be afraid of falling.”
    “How can you not be afraid?” I asked, my eyes fluttering – I saw a blur of light, a trace of the colorless beauty all around me, but my stubbornness stopped me from truly seeing. I waited, for his response, testing him to see if he had an answer. And for a moment, he didn’t. But then his fingers slipped off of my wrist, and I opened my eyes.
    It was all the answer I needed.
    And as I was buffeted by that unnatural, metallic wind, the tips of my toes hanging into nothing but air, I looked down at that horrific drop, and I wasn’t afraid of it. In fact, I had a strange premonition of how wonderful it would feel… to jump.
    “Are you sure,” he asked me, staring at his city, his world, “that you want to do this? Are you sure you want to risk it all?” as he spoke, he shook his head at me, a way of keeping me there, assuring me that this was real, that this was it. “You can turn around now. You can get back on that shuttle bus and leave this place behind. You never have to see this again if you don’t want to.” he brought his hand up, waving it across the city all around us, one of his feet balanced upon the edge as he slapped his hand back down again with the means of gentle irritation. His eyes, amber in color and sparkling like gems, bore into my own, as if he was looking past my eyes into my mind, trying to see my answer.
    “These people need me,” I said. “All of you need me.”
    “Then jump.”
    I took a breath, ready now. The world shuddered around the edges, like the air on a hot summer day, and became crystal clear- I saw the people, laughing in the streets. Children running from lamp-post to lamp-post, laughing and clapping their hands. Holding puppies and toys and the hands of their mothers and fathers, their eyes full of innocent delight as they skipped along.
    This whole world seemed to be… bathed, almost foggy with a golden, dusty light. Like an artist had painted in rays of sunshine when there in truth was no sun in the sky. A dark world lit by artificial lights and pulsing stars, but somehow bathed in a natural, beautiful warmth.
    Massive and majestic ships zoomed over our heads, sparkling with an array of colors, like the scales of a fish, all shimmering and glistening from the warm glow of the city and the stars outside of it’s walls. As they passed, I could feel the warmth of them, feel the rumbling under my feet, feel the light that reflected off of their shiny metal shells, the shells of beatles, insects, something most definitely alive, in a way that I was yet to comprehend. But these ships, they were the true life of the city. They were the blood, going to dock themselves at the Port that encircled the city. It was their movement overhead that spurred the winds all about, it was they that made this city so lively and colorful. Without the ships taking people to and from this city in the stars, the people’s spirits would dampen, their world sink into depression. The color would leech out of everything, making the city grey and bleak.
    And as his hands guided me towards the edge, I blinked, shattering my concentration. The dark world that I’d envisioned, a world of pain and suffering, billowed in on clouds of noxious gas. Like puzzle pieces falling from their place, the smiles of the children and presence of the ships ceased to exist. The golden glow, one I suddenly doubted existed, flickered out as if I the glow of a light bulb had finally died away. The wind blew fiercely and died, falling lifeless like the words I spoke next at my feet, which were still guiding me towards the edge. I felt his hand tighten on my arm.
    “They need me…”
    I dropped, wrenched out of his grip, and heard him calling my name from somewhere above me. Along with the whistling of stagnant air on my face, I heard the screams of the people of the city as they died. Saw flashes of crimson blood, soaking the shattered remains of a child’s toy, staining the cotton red. And their screams pummeled upon my mind, clawed at the thin, fragile membrane of my thoughts. I stretched out my hands to grab hold of something anything, but it was too late. My world, the wondrous, colorful world of which had encompassed the City before, went black.

    • ANSWER:
      There are some sparse grammatical errors, I’ll admit, but overall, this sounds like a prologue that would likely interest the reader enough for them to read on. That doesn’t mean the WHOLE story should be like this. What I mean is that this is good as a prologue.

      Ring me up when the whole thing’s done!

  23. QUESTION:
    What do you think of my writing? You don’t have to finish reading.?
    I had never given much thought as to how I would die, or maybe I should say that I never gave much thought as to how I would live. But, dying is supposedly part of life; when you die, you are gone physically, and your spirit will be offered the golden gates of heaven, or the charcoal-black ones of hell… My death was given neither of those options. My death was reversed.

    CHAPTER 1
    I sat up in my bed annoyed and confused. The haunting dreams of the previous night were building up with each moment of my unconsciousness. I had to move only to avoid sinking back into slumber. Nothing was of any importance beside the throbbing pulse in my temple that has greeted me at every one of my rude awakenings from the past few days. I can’t help but wonder the cause of the nightmares even though my finding an answer is doubtful.
    Moving was a whole other factor. With every twitch, the pulsing got a beat per minute faster. It was a heavy pressure deep inside of my head.
    After a half-hour of moving down the huge winding staircase and making my way to the kitchen, I got to the medicine cabinet and reached successfully for the Fast Relief Tylenol. With a little bit of help from H20, I managed to swallow the large white tablet. I leaned back on the dark marble counter to to turn my head sideways and lean my cheek on the cold cabinets that hung above. I saw the bright light of a digital clock hanging over the doorway only to see that it was five in the morning. Enough time for a teenager to sleep? I don’t think so.
    Stumbling my way back up the stairs, I walked back into my bedroom. My family is very wealthy and it shows in my room. A huge king-sized, four poster canopy bed sits in the middle of the room, half way down the northern wall. The fabric that hangs over and around the bed is off-white silk from one of the finest makers in the world and the
    posts are made of mahogany-very expensive mahogany. One antique side table sits on either side of the bed with a lamp and pile of books on one and alarm clock and cell phone on the other. A large, matching mahogany desk overlooks the front of the estate under a huge window that faces south. My closet is on the eastern wall; it has French doors and a white outline. My floor is carpeted with a basic off-white color called “Castle Stone” that is ultra-soft. Opposite my bed sits a rarely-used flat screen TV and a DVD player in the wall. With the rooms detailed frame and gorgeous shade of light brown that resembles that of a cappuccino, it is beautiful .
    I didn’t get the chance to actually design the room myself, and at first I hated the image it gave me: Shallow wealth. Although I may sometimes enjoy the luxuries of money, I hate being considered a spoiled rotten brat. But then again, when you go to a Los Angeles Private academy, there isn’t really such thing as poor or anything besides first class except for the occasional kid with a scholarship. Dasherman is the “Rich kid” school of Los Angeles county. It is about fifteen minutes away from downtown and resides in a hundred year old mansion in the Arroyo (a wealthy community). It is made of red bricks and dark, dark wood. It is a safe haven for all of us who’s parents are constantly working, or always in a foreign country on some “business trip,” which meant for most kids: Dad is cheating on Mom. Luckily for me; or maybe I should say unluckily: my parents don’t go o business trips. Instead, they insist on ignoring me most of the time and telling me how unsuccessful my life will be with the rest of it.
    I walked past my bed into the bathroom that is connected to my room. I needed a shower (the nightmares left a thick layer of sweat covering my entire body), and as I walked through the large bathroom of cold stone that made me want to jump, I saw my reflection in the large mirror.
    My looks are pretty decent; I don’t find myself to be ugly, nor
    pretty, but somewhere in between. My eyes are set where they should be, straight nose, and thin lips, although the bottom one is a little bit fuller
    than the top. I have fairly clear skin, and I’m pretty pale despite the constant Southern California Sun. I have wavy dark brown hair that flows halfway down my back (although, this morning, it has decided to throw itself out in all possible directions). My general body is petite (the result of a very high metabolism), but no so much that my bones jet out and are visible through my skin. I stand at five foot, five inches, which is pretty short compared to both my parents six (plus) feet. My friends tell me that I have “potential.” Whatever that is supposed to mean, I don’t know. I stared at my deep green eyes and realized the sudden redness of my face. When it gets cold, my face flushes into a rosy pink color that is embarrassing to walk around with because it makes me look like I am blushing to an extreme degree.
    I then reached into a cabinet, pulled out a light pink towel (part of the rooms color scheme), and turn
    I understand that my vocabulary is not excellent, and I need to rephrase things, but I’m only thirteen.
    I realize that it’s straight from Twilight. That will be changed, so relax, there was a reason for that: Twilight inspired me to start writing, so I gave it a little credit by putting it in my writing. Like I said, it will be moved.

    • ANSWER:
      Sorry, I didn’t read the whole thing.
      It’s good writing as far as I can see! The major thing though: the reason I stopped reading is because you wrote ‘with a little help from H2O’. I’m sorry but that is just silly… Sorry!! I realize that you wanted to be creative (I think that’s what you were going for) and I have very nearly made that mistake of referring to water as H2O, but trust me you don’t want to go there! Just say something simple and informative like ‘I grabbed the Tylenol and a glass of water and downed both by the kitchen sink’. Also, aside from the distracting use of the term H2O, that sentence doesn’t work well anyway because saying you did something ‘with a little help from’ something else gives the reader the impression that the thing just magically appeared. It doesn’t have any depth or transition to the scene.

      That’s the main thing I’ll comment on. Other than that; good writing but not for me. It wouldn’t catch my eye in a bookshop but for other people it sounds good =)

  24. QUESTION:
    Have you read any of these books? Are they good?
    Book Choices:

    American Language, The, by H. L. Mencken (linguistics)

    Beautiful Swimmers: Watermen, Crabs and the Chesapeake Bay, by William Warner and John Barth (biology/ecology)

    Children’s Blizzard, The, by David Laskin (meteorology)

    Distilling Knowledge: Alchemy, Chemistry, and the Scientific Revolution, by Bruce T. Moran (history of science)

    Eats, Shoots & Leaves: The Zero Tolerance Approach to Punctuation, by Lynne Truss (grammar/punctuation)

    Empires of Light, by Jill Jonnes (development of electrical power)

    Florence Nightingale, by Cecil Woodham-Smith (biography/nursing)

    Flushed: How the Plumber Saved Civilization, W. Hodding Carter (urban planning)

    Geography Behind History, The: How the Physical Environment Affects Historical Events, by W. Gordon East (geography/history)

    Great Bridge, The, by David McCullough (civil engineering)

    Guns of August, The, by Barbara Tuchman (history [WW I])

    Intelligence of Dogs, The: A Guide to the Thoughts, Emotions, and Inner Lives of Our Canine Companions, by Stanley Coren (natural science)

    Keys of Egypt, The, by Lesley & Roy Adkins (archaeology/hieroglyphs)

    Longitude: The True Story of a Lone Genius Who Solved the Greatest Scientific Problem of His Time, by Dava Sobel (biography/navigation)

    Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat, The, by Oliver Sacks (neurology)

    Mauve: How One Man Invented a Color that Changed the World by Simon Garfield (organic chemistry/aniline dyes and fashion)

    Mere Christianity, by C. S. Lewis (Theology, apologetics [Protestant])

    Mirror and the Lamp, The, by Meyer H. Abrams (romantic poetry and theory)

    Napoleon’s Buttons: 17 Molecules that Changed History, by Penny le Couteur and Jay Burreson (molecular chemistry)

    Nathaniel’s Nutmeg: Or, The True and Incredible Adventures of the Spice Trader Who Changed The Course Of History, by Giles Milton (history/spice trade)

    Orthodoxy, by G. K. Chesterton (Theology, apologetics [Catholic])

    Pilgrim at Tinker Creek, by Annie Dillard (natural science)

    Q is for Quantum, by John Gribbin (quantum physics)

    Right Stuff, The, by Tom Wolfe (space/aerospace)

    Road to Ubar: Finding the Atlantis of the Sands, The, by Nicholas Clapp (archeology)

    Rocket Boys, by Homer Hickam (rocket science/space race)

    Six Easy Pieces: Essentials of Physics Explained by Its Most Brilliant Teacher, by Richard Phillips Feynman, and Paul Davies (physics)

    Sweet Science, The, by A.J. Liebling, Robert Anasi (sports [boxing])

    Thinking In Pictures: and Other Reports from My Life with Autism, by Temple Grandin (psychology)

    Wind, Sand, and Stars, by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (aviation)

    Zero: The Biography of a Dangerous Idea, by Charles Seife (mathematics)

    • ANSWER:
      “Mere Christianity” and “Orthodoxy” are very good books.

      With love in Christ.

  25. QUESTION:
    What do you think of this opening?
    The day started off like any other. Buzzzzzzz! There were a few messages waiting for me in my phone somewhere under my heavy body on the bed if I could find it. It was dark and quiet with only the rumble of the street and crinkle of bedsheets to listen to. I searched for the vibration’s source lazily and found it under my hip. They were voicemails. I dialed 1 and entered my password. All three were from Ann, my girl . I had slept well past ten and she was up as early as the sun routinely. She left a beautiful description of her morning in a sweet and kind tone. I love her optimism. Although, I felt bad about sleeping in when the rest of the world is at its busiest, as she once told me it was. I replied with a text message of regret for not taking out the trash this morning and longing affection. The idea of the morning being gone seeped fluidly into my concious. Then the waking up was over and I felt relief. I stretched around for some warmer cloths in the cool air outside of my blankets and threw on some jeans. The sound of footsteps and a knock came what seemed like immediately after. I look around my messy yellow painted apartment anxiously, then the feeling disappeared. The turn of the knob and Peter’s voice came to me loud and clear. He was alone which seemed odd but I remembered that he didn’t have a morning class today and he reminded me so. As i was pretending not to be tired he seemed not to care and strolled around the area aimlessly picking up things and talking about his desire for an apartment. I felt smelly and gross due to my lack of showering the past couple days and the development of an annoying zit in the mustauche area. I kept rubbing my finger over it and small discomforting pain spread to my gums making the saliva in my mouth seem strange tasting. Peter was at my apartment the night before along with a few other guys with guitars. He was exceedingly tired last night because he smoked so much marijuana before he came over. He had his head rested on the corner of the table in a broken man sort of way. I was glad to see he was up and around the morning after. We talked about college, money, apartments, life and his own idea of renting a house with a few friends. I kept brushing off his sugestions with a bigger picture approach. I felt stings of sadness as he was telling me his plans of dropping out and living off of a local job income but at times a spark of admiration for his modest teenage ideologies. Getting annoyed that he began to map out our imaginary future again and again, I told him I need to shower. He protruded to say he would go sit on the tire swing as I cleaned up. I got out of the shower, dressed, brushed my mouth bones and opened the bathroom door. Again Peter came through the door seconds later to meet me. The light from outdoors shown how dark it still was inside so I flicked on a few lamp lights. I could see what a horrible housekeeper I am. Nobody but Ann and I seem to care that my house is in shambles most of the time.

    • ANSWER:
      Well starting with a character waking up has become totally cliche and that’s really all that happens in the beginning of this. Plus, the entire piece is all telling and no showing, so what you want to do is show with your writing. Following a character throughout their day is not very engaging and I’m wondering if something is going to happen to this character that will change them somehow or give them something they need to deal with. Right now I’d be interested in seeing this character interact with other people to get some sort of feel for who he is. It really needs some action or at least some tension, because as it is – there’s really nothing to grip me and make me care right now. Give it some sort of hook, have the character face some sort of problem and take it from there.

      Keep working on it and good luck.

  26. QUESTION:
    I’m a really shy guy and there’s this girl I like; however, it’s complicated. Please help.?
    First let me warn you that this is (at least seems like it to me) a very long and complex story. Second of all I’m 17 and in high school. OK, so I have known this girl for about 2 maybe 2 and a half years. When I first met her I was in band class and in eighth grade and she was a freshman in high school (potential obstacle? You tell me.) I don’t think I ever even said one word to her then though. I didn’t know her at all and I thought she was beautiful. After eighth grade ended I decided to join marching band. What do you know? She joined marching band too. We were both in percussion. We would talk occasionally but mostly I would talk with my other friends in percussion who were guys. Towards the end of the marching season my sister (who is also in the same grade as me.), decided to have an end of summer marching party. Like 18 people showed up at the party and she was one of them. Around midnight people started to go home and a few of my friends stayed the night. A few of the girls who didn’t really feel like going home or didn’t want to drive stayed with my sister. My parents couldn’t have cared less because we are in their eyes responsible kids in the band. When we were going to lie down one of my friends thought it would be funny to rush into the girls’ room and act crazy. At this point I started to get nervous. I’d never done anything like that. Before we even left the room all of the girls ran into my room; beating us to the idea. They all said it would be more fun if we all stayed in my room. The girl I liked likes to make jokes with me a lot but I really don’t know what her intentions are from them. She ran and did a superman onto my bed and said she was sleeping there. I told her that that was where I slept pretty much no matter what. She might have taken that as flirting but I’m shy and really don’t have any idea what I said had meant to her. After that she told me we were both going to have to sleep there then. I accepted that because I had a huge crush on her. She likes to flirt with guys a lot but I think she takes it farther with me. Shes touchy-feely with most guys without even realizing it, it’s something I’ve observed over that past couple of years. Anyway, back to the story. That night she pretty much totally disregarded my personal space; for instance she kept claiming my body parts like my arms and legs and wrapping herself around them. That’s just the kind of girl she is and I really admire it.

    That same year during spring break my sister and I decided to have a huge band party since our Marching Band Disney World field trip was postponed until next year. I don’t know how we did it but we convinced our trusting parents to let us have a huge 3 day sleep over party. A lot of the people from the last party came, including the girl I like. That first night I didn’t really know what to expect. The girl I like insisted that she sleep in my bed with me. I was laying on my bed when I told her that that would be okay. She jumped on top of me and gave me a hug. She also made jokes about how she slept with me last time to. (To clear things up. Sleep in the same bed, not have sex.) Something I could NEVER have anticipated was sleeping with a girl I liked before I ever even had my first kiss. It seems kind of weird now that I think about it. The second night we had all decided to play truth or dare. We played played pretty uneventfully for about 3 hours just laughing and joking around. Near the end there were only like 4 of us in the room. Two on the floor and me and the girl I liked in my bed. When it was my turn I told the girl I liked to go do an erotic dance around the lamp on the floor. When she got over there she said she was way to tried and that she’d do “this” instead. Before I even had time to register what she was talking about she just pulled down her shirt and showed us her breasts. You’d think by now I’d be comfortable with someone who’ll do stuff like that but that scared the living sh*t out of me. What the hell is a guy like me supposed to say to that? The last day and night were also pretty normal as the first two. The rest of the school year I felt kind of awkward around her.
    The beginning of this school year started out pretty normal all the way up until about September. That was the month the girl I like (screw it, love.) the girl I love was having a bonfire party. I decided to go. That was the day I met her boyfriend. Yup it was like I got shot 8 or 9 times in the stomach and my heart taken to a meat grinder. That was the night I had finally worked up the courage to plan to ask her out. If she had been trying to give me clues for the last year I missed them and my chance at going out with her. I’m not sure if she noticed but I felt pretty detached and depressed the rest of the party. I know this because one of my friends had to punch me in the arm to tell me my shoe was catching fire. What the hell did I care? There’s no way in HELL I would ever find another girl like her. That was the only reason I liked her in the first place. She just seemed different than all the other girls at school.
    The few weeks after the party were long and hard to get through for me. I told my friends my quietness was fatigue. I know the girl likes me more than a lot of other guys at school because she knew something was wrong. She started giving me affectionate hugs when we saw each other in band class. Do girls like her realize they’re tearing guys like me up inside? Then came October and the Halloween sleepover I will never forget. First of all the friend that was having the party’s parents put the guys in his bedroom and made the girls sleep in the basement. Sometime later I guess the girls started playing truth or dare. One girl came into the bedroom and kissed one of my friend’s freind on the neck. And then the girl I liked came in and licked someone else on the leg. The four of us guys just laughed it off and continues playing Xbox. (There are three of us guys and there were 7 girls.)
    Well sometime in the next 8 minutes the girl I liked came running into the room. Then she went airborne into my direction and landed on top of me. Before I even had a chance to do anything she was planting a forceful kiss on my mouth. I kissed her back and it lasted a lot longer than it probably should have. The whole thing probably lasted about 4 or 5 seconds but it felt like a half an hour. Then she ran out of the room. Both of my friends just looked at me until one of them said, “Dude?! Did she just kiss you like that?!” All I could manage was “yeah..” As fas as I knew she was still with her boyfriend so I don’t understand why she did that.
    After my experience at that party I was determined to win her over. Her boyfriend is pretty fit but I weighed 280 pounds. A crap load overweight. So she is definately a nice girl to have noticed me in that condition. From october at mid-December I lost 56 pounds of fat and went from size 44 pants ro size 38. I am in the best shape of my life right now. In late december duringband class she hugged me and told me she loved me. I hugged her back and said I loved her to. It reeeeeaaaallllyyyy confused the living hell out of me. what is that supposed to mean? Even though I’m in a lot better shape I didn’t really think she’d be interested in me at all. I realized later that day that I told her I loved her to. I don’t even know if her boyfriend has said that to her. It most likely either helped me out or ruined me.
    I still don’t know. In January, about 3 weeks ago she saw me talking and inviting a girl over to my house. She approached soon after and said “Why don’t you ask her out?” The first thing I thought was that if she asked me something like that she obviously dodn’t like me romantically and secondly I had to think of how to respond to that. I told her the truth of course. Which that we’d been friends since the second grade and it would be extremely wierd to ask her out on a date and that I was just helping her with a percussion part that she didn’t understand. I extremely honestly came very close to saying: “Because I’m not interested in her; I’d rather go out with you.” In the end I think it was a very good idea not to say that.
    I didn’t really say anything at all to her about a week after that conversation. That was up until about two weeks ago. Everyday for the last two weeks she’s come up to me and hugged me and told me she loved me. I know for a fact her relationship with her boyfriend is very much alive and shows almost no signs of ending in the next months. I need someone to tell me what’s going on with her. I’m scared and confused and don’t know what to do. It’s no longer on option to tell her how I feel and there’s no way I can ask her out either. Lastly, can someone please tell me what she actually means when she tells me she loves me?
    P.S. Please don’t give me answers complaining of the length. Only answer if you can relate, help me out, or just have advice that applies to my situation.

    1. Telling her how I fell is out of the question.

    2. Asking her out is an automatic NO. She still has the boyfriend.

    3. Not taking some sort of action is ruining me inside.
    P.S.S. If you read it all and still don’t know what my question is. It is this:

    What can I do in the topic of the girl based on the story?

    • ANSWER:
      I personally don’t have an answer for you; however, it looks like no one else is going to answer either and those other two answers blow dick. The reason I posted this answer here is for a scapegoat. Feel free to ask me about your problems anytime.

  27. QUESTION:
    Can you read my first chapter?! Its short!! =)?
    I’m writing my first novel and I think I’m ready with my first chapter. Please offer me your suggestions. Any changes I should make. Is it boring? Would you read more? I have lots of grammar mistakes. However, I didn’t feel like correcting them. I’ll do it later. Thank you!!
    Chapter One

    The woman shown in the portrait was astoundingly beautiful. The golden hue of her silky skin was indeed striking. Her body was delicate and vulnerable yet depicted a firm steadiness. Her dark wavy tresses hugged her cold naked back. Heavy chandelier earrings hanged in her ears. It almost looked like the earrings would tear her ears out. But the most stunning aspect of her was her eyes. Her deep chocolate brown eyes. Eyes that held secrets. And regrets. Eyes that have seen too much to bear. Eyes that longed for something… for something she wanted for a very long time. But what was it?
    Adrian stuck his paintbrush across his right ear. His eyebrows were furrowed in deep concentration as he gazed intensely at his work of art. But he smiled. He had to admit. He was pleased with his painting. It was probably one of the best paintings he had done in a very long time. But the painting was lacking something. Something that he should have done even before he started painting her. Adrian just couldn’t figure it out… A sudden pang of hunger pain jolted Adrian. He almost forgot how hungry he was. He finally decided to leave the painting and head downstairs to grab a bite.
    It was a rainy Friday night in the middle of the school year. Adrian loved it when it rained. Especially at night. He loved the sound of the dripping water falling down from the dark sky. He loved the thunder. A unique sound that screams loud enough for almost the whole world to hear. Like it’s trying to say something. And the lightning he could never resist. Flashes of white light surrounding the sky and illuminating his home in a quick amount of time. He was home alone. His mother and younger brother were out for a birthday party. He opened the fridge and stood there looking for something good to eat. Nothing. So he decided to devour some left over Chinese takeout from last night.
    Weather alerts on 7, more weather alerts on 11, a girl getting run over by a bus in Mean Girls on 50, and more weather alerts. No point. Adrian turned the T.V. off as he quietly eats his meal.
    It was 10 PM by the time he finished. Sleep was the first thing that came to Adrian’s mind. And lots and lots of it. That was what Adrian wanted. No, needed. He had been sleep deprived the whole week. Essays on top of essays, tests over tests. It was like the teachers were planning a revenge on the students for making their lives miserable with grading. Then why do you guys give out assignments in the first place if you don’t want to grade them?, Adrian thought. The rain had stopped and it was fairly quiet. Adrian kicked away all the paintbrushes and numerous bottles liquid pastels that surrounded the floor and climbed on his bed. He instantly fell asleep as darkness pulled him in.
    He was on a deserted island. It was sunny. The clouds were dancing with each other up above. He was doing what he does best. Painting. Painting the vast ocean that never seemed to end. Painting the happy birds that roamed freely and carelessly in the summer sky. The rough sand in which his feet were buried deeply in. He loved where he was. Where it was only him and his thoughts…. Where music played softly… Something familiar. The… U.S Cellular theme song…?
    Adrian woke up to the sound of his cell phone ringing. He turned on the lamp next to his bed. The sudden flash of light burned his eyes. He rubbed them and reached for his cell phone. Adrian glanced at the small screen. Why was he calling me at this time?, Adrian thought.

    “Hello”, Adrian managed to answer.
    It was silent. But Adrian could hear his breathing.
    “Chace, what’s wrong. Its 11:40.”
    “I know…”. Chace took a deep breath before saying, “But its Drew man.”
    “What about him”?
    Chace sounded like he had the I-hate-to-tell-you-this voice
    Adrian frowned.
    “He’s in the hospital.”
    OH and his mother’s name is Marina and his younger brother’s name is Vanya! I forgot to mention that.

    • ANSWER:
      I think it’s great, and I would probably keep reading. -smiles- You’ve started you first paragraph well, by creating a sense of quietness, mystery, and perhaps loneliness.

      The only changes I can think of would be punctuation and paragraphing. if you’re not in the mood to correct either, I could do that for you. I was the editor of an e-zine for four years and I’m a Creative-Writing tutor. I have some time on my hands and would be happy to help a new writer.

      If you don’t want my help, that’s fine. I just hope I’ve helped a bit.

      Keep up the great work!

  28. QUESTION:
    wat do yall think about the beginning of my book?
    Ok, so keep in mind that this is my first real attempt at writing and that i am only 17.

    Jason knew beond the shadow of a doubt that he was going to find the answers that he had desperately been searching for. The answers that would tell him who he was, where he had come from, and why no one seemed to be searching for him. Well he was right about finding answers but he was wrong in thinking that no one was searching for him, there were more people looking for him than he could ever imagine. He also knew that in order to find these answers he would have to leave Behr Falls, named for it’s founders and it’s many water sources.
    “It has been 5 years and the only thing that I’ve remembered is my name. It’s time to move on.” said Jason.
    “But where would you go? What would you do to make a living?” said Selene.
    “I don’t know. But I do know that I can’t stay here. I need to see what’s out there in the world.”
    Jason met Selene when he had wondered to her brothers house on the edge of town only half alive. As a matter of fact she was his first memory. When he tried to remember anything from that night all he could see was a beautiful girl looking down at him with worry on her face. She had light brown hair and eyes that were so green they seemed to glow in the dim light of the fire.
    Selene vividly remembered this night as well. But she remembered it quite differently. When she closed her eyes she would see a young man stagaring towards her clothes soaked in blood. She was horrified, as she droped the keys to her car she yelled for her brother to come outside. Selene hadn’t noticed Jason’s jet black hair or pearcing blue eyes that night all she noticed was the amount of blood that he had lost and how pale he was. She could only think about making him as comfortable as possible while Ash cleaned and dressed his wounds as he drifted in and out of consiousness. She remembered thinking at one point that it was as if this boy had been attacked by a wild animal of some sort and left alone to die.
    Luckaly for Jason, Ash was a doctor who ran his practice out of his own home he was able to give Jason the drugs he needed to sleep. But when Jason woke 4 days later he was confused and scared. He didn’t know where he was, how he had ended up in the tiny house, and most of all he didn’t know who he was. The confusion made him panic when he heard voices down the hall he couldn’t decifer what they were saying. He listened for a few minutes then tried to stand but as he stood dizzyness over took him, he knocked over a lamp that landed with a loud bang. The voices down the hall stoped and he heard footsteps coming closer. He didn’t know what to do he was just so confused. He had to get out of the house, he had to get away from who ever was coming.
    Soon he found himself in the woods that were behind the little house. It was a very cold day and he hadn’t stoped to find a shirt, he didn’t think he could have put it on any way because he couldn’t lift his right arm. As the sun went down and he began to grow tired and even more cold than he already was he wished he would have grabed a blanket at least. Then he heard the sound of running water and realized how thirsty he was. He tried running again but stoped immediatly when he saw that his wounds were beginning to re-open. He walked as fast as his body would let him towards the sound and as he grew near, the rush of the water grew to a loud roar. All of the sudden he saw the beam of a flash light and ducked down behind a bush hoping that who ever it was hadn’t seen him. But as the flash light fixed on him, he knew that he had been spotted.
    All Selene could think about was the boy that had been unconsious for days on her brothers couch. She knew that he would probably be very thirsty and that he would probably try to find water. But she was growing more and more worried as it got darker. The nights were geting colder as winter approached and he was undoubtably geting weak. Then as she pointed the flash light towards the edge of the water fall she saw something move. Selene quickined her pace.
    Jason was possitive he had been spotted now as the foot steps got closer and closer. His head was throbing and he felt as if he might pass out at any second. He had to act quick, he had to do something before who ever was on the other end of that flash light caught up to him. With out a moments hesitation he jumped over the edge of the water fall into the raging waters.
    yea i know there are alot of spelling mistakes but my spell check wasnt working and i wrote this last night at 3 in the morning so sorry if its a lil confusing ive always had problems with run on sentances and with all the texting these days can ya blame me? ill probably get my english teacher to go over it and help me but thanx to everyones constructive answers 🙂

    • ANSWER:
      nice!
      wonderful!

  29. QUESTION:
    I’ve posted the beginning of my book here before but i have since corrected a lot of mistakes. wat yall think?
    Jason knew that he was going to find the answers that he had desperately been searching for. The answers that would tell him who he was, where he had come from, and why no one seemed to be searching for him. He was right about finding answers but he was wrong thinking that no one was searching for him, there were plenty of people looking for him. He also knew that in order to find these answers he would have to leave Behr Falls, that he would have to leave Selene.
    “It’s been 5 years and the only thing that I’ve remembered is my name. It’s time to move on.” said Jason.
    “But where would you go? How would you make a living?” said Selene.
    “I don’t know. But I do know that I can’t stay here. I need to see what’s out there in the world.”
    Jason met Selene when he wondered to her brothers house on the edge of town, half-alive. When he tried to remember anything from that night all he could see was a beautiful girl looking down at him with worry on her face. She had light brown hair and eyes that were so green they seemed to glow in the dim light of the fire.
    Selene vividly remembered this night as well. But she remembered it quite differently. When she closed her eyes she saw a young man staggering towards her, clothes soaked in blood. She was horrified, as she dropped the keys to her car she yelled for her brother, Ash, to come outside. Selene hadn’t noticed Jason’s jet black hair or piercing blue eyes. All she noticed that night, was the amount of blood that he had lost and how pale he was. She could only think about making him as comfortable as possible while Ash cleaned and dressed his wounds. She remembered thinking at one point that it was as if this boy had been attacked by a wild animal and left alone to die.
    Luckily for Jason, Ash was a doctor and was able to give Jason the help he so desperately needed. But when Jason woke 4 days later he was confused and scared. He didn’t know where he was, how he had ended up in the tiny house, and most of all he didn’t know who he was. His confusion made him panic when he heard voices down the hall. He listened for a few minutes then tried to stand but as he stood, dizziness over took him, he knocked over a lamp that landed with a loud bang. The voices down the hall stopped and he heard footsteps coming closer. He didn’t know what to do he was so confused.
    “If only I could clear my head,” Jason thought.
    He had to get out of the house, he had to get away from who ever was coming. Soon he found himself in the woods that were behind the little house. It was a very cold day and he hadn’t stopped to find a shirt, he didn’t think he could have put it on any way because he couldn’t lift his right arm. As the sun went down and he began to grow tired and colder than he already had been. He wished he could have grabbed a blanket at least.
    Jason heard the sound of running water and realized how thirsty he was. He tried running but stopped immediately when he saw that his wounds were beginning to re-open. He walked fast, as fast as his body would allow him, towards the sound and as he grew near, the rush of the water grew to a loud roar. Just as he was about to climb down towards the waters edge, he saw the beam of a flash light and ducked behind a bush hoping that who ever it was hadn’t seen him. As the beam fixed on him, he feared he had been spotted.
    All Selene could think about was the boy that had been unconscious for days on her brothers couch. She knew that he would probably be very thirsty and that he would probably try to find water. But she was growing worried as it grew darker. The nights were getting longer and much colder as winter approached and he was undoubtedly getting weak. Then as she pointed the flash light towards the edge of the water fall she saw something move. Selene quickened her pace.
    Jason was positive he had been spotted as the foot steps got closer. His head was throbbing and he felt as if he might pass out at any second. He had to act quick, he had to do something before who ever was on the other end of that flash light caught up to him. With out a moments hesitation he jumped over the edge of the water fall into the raging waters.

    • ANSWER:
      this is really good! i think if it comes out send me a copy it sounds really good!

  30. QUESTION:
    What do you think about this written piece?
    Today I am starving, and so are my sisters. All three of us have decided to gather in this congregation of ‘starve’. I don’t necessarily want them to, not my sisters, but it’s their choice in the end. And I questioned, tried to convince them not to do it, but that might just be besides the point.
    “We want to,” they told me. “If you do it, so will we.”
    “But it’s bad for you,” I told them. “You might not have babies later on. Like your blood stops to flow and stuff. Your hair grows all over your body because your cold, and you might even resemble a monkey.”
    “We will all three be monkeys then,” said Bronislava. “You, me, Virginia, and the whole group of those who want to join us. What do you say?”
    “I said that is wrong, rather, rather.” I scratched my head and looked up at the ceiling. Few angels were flying by the yellow lamp, illuminating our small cottage. The angels were whispering and twirling mid-air, spitting at each other and pulling each other’s hair. About six this time. I thought there were more few days ago, ever since we found this place in the forest. Spider webs hung from the windows and a purple fire burned in the fireplace. The yellow light was like a moon, always glowing above us.
    “Roma,” Bronislava spoke again, “why do you want to starve? We have food, for now anyways.”
    I looked at her brown eyes and muddy cheeks, the faint glimmer off her lake floor colored hair; the color of our home, the place where we lived and swam, and like the angels above us, played.
    “Did you ever pull my hair?” I asked her. “Or, did you ever spit in my face?”
    “Em, well, no, not in the lake,” Bron looked me at me, confused, “or in the past few days since we left there…” She trailed off, looking away.
    Perhaps she wasn’t crying again, I thought. I wondered if Virginia has experienced crying yet. She hadn’t spoken yet, that much I knew; or at least she hadn’t spoken to me yet. This world, it was so delicate, so movable, so fragile. Anything could break if you dropped it, not like in the water. And I had to remember to breathe. Every time my chest expanded in a bubble-like way.
    Virginia, the youngest of us, the smallest, the most loved. How much did she miss them? Did she think of our mother and father? And the grandparents? What about the rest of our community, our people? Did she realize that they were all dead? Dead, that is, because of me.
    She was sitting a little away from me and Bron, in a dark corner, though the fire illuminated her chin, resting on her bend knees, and her arms hugging them. Her coral colored hair shone like amber in the sunlight, glittering, and she simply stared into space. The floor? The firelight? The shadows light made? Nothing at all.
    “So now you won’t eat,” Bron started again. “First your hair, now food. What’s next?”
    Bronislava was referring to the red mane I’ve cut off from my head. Everyone said that I was beautiful. I had to do something to make it less. Beauty is the curse. Beauty brought death. Beauty brings pain. I had enough. It was only hair, after all, nothing more. Perhaps not enough. Not enough to destroy this admired beauty. After all, it is so fleeting, and so unreal, unrealized. Though in here, on the surface, I think it was admired, sought after more than in the water. Home.
    I thought about our home then, how much I missed it in the past few days, three days? I missed water, family, everyone.

    • ANSWER:
      its not me but its pretty deep i guess

  31. QUESTION:
    Short story proof read please?
    This is a story about Venice, i need to keep the style of a poem like story, please help..:

    “Including me, the people dancing had created a ring around the musicians, and I shared their dancing, clapping and singing. I thought I had succeeded in restoring quietness to myself. But this lasted only for a few moments, because once the dancing stopped, I found myself facing the man. I was still determined to neglect him, willing to be able to follow my program and see all the attractions of the city. I didn’t want to leave the city with broken heart, because I forgot to see one of its statues. Verona’s girl went away with her peers, and I kept lounging on the banks of the Grand Canal, which was called by travel books the most beautiful street in the world. It is a street of water, boats glide along/over it like floating museums. Historic houses lining the street, speak the richness of Venice in architecture. Restaurants, cafes and clubs spread over its banks, compete to wear the most magnificent decorations. But where to have a mind that could accommodate this beauty, as the man never overlooked me even for one moment/ never left me alone.
    The smell of food reminded me that I have not eaten any food since the breakfast, so I entered a fast food restaurant. Without appetite, I had baked pasta, then I entered the bathroom and the view of my face in the mirror scared me, as the human misery since the beginning of the creation was reflected on it. My dismay increased when I went out back to the street and saw the lights above the shop fronts had started to brighten up, and gave Venice more beautiful view at night than in the daytime. I saw the sun begun to withdraw its rays and authorized the night fall. The city will be filled with empty dark corners, that attract criminals to commit their crimes. It is so easy that I could be a victim of this night whom the news talks about the next day. I must go back to the hotel. There must be dark and empty spaces, when I walk through it the man can hunt me in if I returned late. I took out a card out of my pocket that shows the address of the hotel. I went, and the man follows me, between the docks looking for a boat to take me there. I did not, while I’m on boat, have the mood to meditate on skies that pigmented in various colours, and its reflection on water. The scene of the setting sun did not mean anything to me, nor its melted colour in the far-red domes that look like paintings etched on the horizon. What concerned me was that the sun slows down its sunset till I get to the hotel. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw the way to the hotel is full of people, lights, and life. But the hotel itself was calm, silent, no sound or echo. It was Like a ghost house, except the old man receptionist who was static like a wax figure, and silently reads his book. A small hotel with no stars, no reception lounge or restaurant or bar, except this corner which was devoted for breakfast. I glimpsed forks, spoons and knives over the breakfast tables. I went to it and placed a knife under my jacket, then took the key and climbed spiral stairs to my room on the top floor. I opened the room and eavesdropped while stood by the door. I have left the man standing in front of the hotel, so how do I know that he did not send his partner lurked in the room. I switched on the light and entered the room searching under the bed, inside the closet and behind the bathroom door to see if anyone is hiding there. My fingers over the handle of the knife cramped while I rose it in front of me, and the room lamp made from me shadows, that look like a scene from the thrilling movies of violence and crime. I locked the door and bolted it with a latch. Then went to the window and looked on the outside wall. The wall was lined in a water channel, slick with no bumps and pipes that can help criminals to climb to my window”

    • ANSWER:
      more paragraph breaks!

      Historic houses lining the street, speak the : should be Historic houses lined the streets, speaking of

      The smell of food reminded me that I have not eaten any food: should be had not eaten any

      It is so easy that I could be a victim of this night whom the news talks about the next day. I must go back to the hotel. Also need to be put into past tense, as do a number of verbs that follow “shows” should be “Showed,” etc. Several of your “can”s should be “could”

      A small hotel with no stars, no reception lounge or restaurant or bar, except this corner which was devoted for breakfast. That’s a sentence fragment. Avoid them unless you’re in a chase scene and want short fragments to increase the sense of excitement.

      Then went to the window and looked on the outside wall. Also a sentence fragment. There’s no subject.

      If you plugged this into microsoft word (or any high-end word processing program’ and ran “grammar check,” a number of these would have been found for you.

  32. QUESTION:
    Could I please have some advice on my story?
    Hey,
    Well this is a working progress. Publishing a book is something I’ve wanted to do for a long time. Can anyone give me some advice on my story so far? I’ve included the Preface and about 1/4 of the first chapter.

    Preface

    Not many children, at the age of thirteen, can say that they witnessed both their parents die, right in front of them.
    But I can.
    So much had happened in the past five years, that all I wanted to do was crawl up in a ball and cry.
    But I knew that wouldn’t solve anything, and if I wanted to prevent other people going through this, then the first thing I had to do was escape this crummy orphanage.
    It wasn’t exactly hard, I mean, as much as the name “Sanctum Sanctuary” suggests, this place wasn’t exactly safe. I picked the old deadlock with a bobby-pin in less than ten seconds. Easy-peasy.
    But then the events of the day before came rushing back to me, and the pain was so great, that I doubled over clutching my chest.
    “It’s her! Erica, run!”He had shouted as the other man was ripped to shreds.
    Being the foolish teenager, I naturally stayed, my eyes locked in horror.
    It was mum.
    Dad either had to kill her, or be killed.
    He chose the latter option.
    By the time dad’s limbs were strewn across the ground, I had started to run.
    I don’t know how, but some super-human strength suddenly possessed me, and I began to run faster than I ever had before-never looking behind me, never taking my eyes off the path ahead. But she was gaining on me too quickly, and I couldn’t keep running much longer.
    So I killed her.

    Chapter 1
    Him

    I was in so over my head, it wasn’t funny.
    Six screaming, bloodthirsty, telekinesis using banshees were on a mission. The sole purpose: to kill me, and every other person in this town. You see, banshees aren’t exactly the most forgiving of people, so when centuries ago, they died and left their three-thousand odd acre farm to the government, it was naturally converted into a pleasant town. But you see, to these particular banshees, it was their land. So, naturally, everyone had to die.
    There wasn’t exactly a set date they killed everyone, I guess they just randomly decided that today was the day everyone on their land died. Freak accidents? More like angry spirits.
    And I guess, since I was one of the few people in the world that actually knew about this whole new universe, then it was my responsibility to prevent other’s deaths. I didn’t care if I died in the process, I had nothing to live for; no dad, mother, boyfriends or even friends. Nothing was worth living for.
    Even the beautiful decor that littered every room couldn’t draw my attention away from the translucent, pale figures as they came towards me, their incredibly long and dark hair that trailed soundlessly on the carpeted floor.
    Their faces were so gaunt, and the skin was pulled so tight over their cheekbones that it looked like it was made out of tissue paper.
    But their eyes were the scariest, every time I looked at them; I felt an upending sense of death and doom. It was as if all the happy memories had been sucked out of them, leaving only unpleasant ones left.
    They were now incredibly close, no more than two feet away, and I had no way of attacking them.
    Every single weapon was either broken on the ground or useless against them. Real life isn’t like in movies, how you can cross spirits over or exorcise them. Most spirits are far too manipulated and evil to succumb to that kind of stuff. The only thing that ever posed a threat against them, was to cut off their source of negative energy that they manifested on. But that was generally pretty hard, so I usually settled with replacing their negative energy with positive. It was all very complicated.
    “Fu….!” But I was cut off, because a second later lamps, books and even tables were flying towards me. With the combined powers of all six ghosts, any inanimate object was at their bidding, going against all the laws of gravity.
    These banshees, like the majority of demons, had the ability to manipulate and move inanimate objects. Starting out, they could only move things like feathers, but the objects were like weights at a gym to them; the more they did it the stronger they god.
    These guys had been around for at centuries, having the whole time to improve and develop this ability of theirs. Hell, if they wanted to, I’m pretty sure they could lift the whole house.
    The banshees let out a high pitched scream, and I felt my blood run cold. They screamed. Banshees only scream when someone’s about to die, me, for example.

    Oh, by the way, this is all double spaced. It’s just comes out in this question as not.

    So, can I please have some constructive criticism? What do I do good? What do I need to improve on? Does this have any hope of getting published?

    Also, I’ve changed my writing style somewhat. Is my actuall writing still good? Or does it sound immature?
    Thanks~ (:

    • ANSWER:
      to some this all up in one word it will be:

      awesome

      XD
      its a gr8 story…and its really pro. Ive seen so many books out there that is totallly just a pile of poo so i dont see how yours cannot get published.
      And it well written..not too confusing…seems to have a pretty interesting storyline..
      i love the preface..it really gets you interested. I mean…i wanna know more!!! gahh whats the title of your story gonna be? when it gets published IM SOOO READIN THIS !!!!

      hmmm constructive critism…hmm im not too good with this…umm…i cant really think of much to improve on… i dunno…maybe if you explained more about banshees and stuff that would help people like me who have NOO idea what banshees are…but you might explain that later in the story soo meh..
      your really descriptive…like not too descriptive (which gets annoying)…you use a good amount of descripttion..if that makes any sense 😛 So no complaints in this part
      uhh…your grammar seems to be okay (then again, i suck at editing so im not the best person to ask:P) but i dnt understand this part:

      I was in so over my head, it wasn’t funny

      everything else made perfect sense …

      so yer…well i guess thats all i can say…hope i helped in some way
      but man..this is good XD

  33. QUESTION:
    Have you read any of these books? Are they good?
    I need to pick a book for school, which one is actually interesting for a 15 year old girl?

    Book Choices:

    American Language, The, by H. L. Mencken (linguistics)

    Beautiful Swimmers: Watermen, Crabs and the Chesapeake Bay, by William Warner and John Barth (biology/ecology)

    Children’s Blizzard, The, by David Laskin (meteorology)

    Distilling Knowledge: Alchemy, Chemistry, and the Scientific Revolution, by Bruce T. Moran (history of science)

    Eats, Shoots & Leaves: The Zero Tolerance Approach to Punctuation, by Lynne Truss (grammar/punctuation)

    Empires of Light, by Jill Jonnes (development of electrical power)

    Florence Nightingale, by Cecil Woodham-Smith (biography/nursing)

    Flushed: How the Plumber Saved Civilization, W. Hodding Carter (urban planning)

    Geography Behind History, The: How the Physical Environment Affects Historical Events, by W. Gordon East (geography/history)

    Great Bridge, The, by David McCullough (civil engineering)

    Guns of August, The, by Barbara Tuchman (history [WW I])

    Intelligence of Dogs, The: A Guide to the Thoughts, Emotions, and Inner Lives of Our Canine Companions, by Stanley Coren (natural science)

    Keys of Egypt, The, by Lesley & Roy Adkins (archaeology/hieroglyphs)

    Longitude: The True Story of a Lone Genius Who Solved the Greatest Scientific Problem of His Time, by Dava Sobel (biography/navigation)

    Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat, The, by Oliver Sacks (neurology)

    Mauve: How One Man Invented a Color that Changed the World by Simon Garfield (organic chemistry/aniline dyes and fashion)

    Mere Christianity, by C. S. Lewis (Theology, apologetics [Protestant])

    Mirror and the Lamp, The, by Meyer H. Abrams (romantic poetry and theory)

    Napoleon’s Buttons: 17 Molecules that Changed History, by Penny le Couteur and Jay Burreson (molecular chemistry)

    Nathaniel’s Nutmeg: Or, The True and Incredible Adventures of the Spice Trader Who Changed The Course Of History, by Giles Milton (history/spice trade)

    Orthodoxy, by G. K. Chesterton (Theology, apologetics [Catholic])

    Pilgrim at Tinker Creek, by Annie Dillard (natural science)

    Q is for Quantum, by John Gribbin (quantum physics)

    Right Stuff, The, by Tom Wolfe (space/aerospace)

    Road to Ubar: Finding the Atlantis of the Sands, The, by Nicholas Clapp (archeology)

    Rocket Boys, by Homer Hickam (rocket science/space race)

    Six Easy Pieces: Essentials of Physics Explained by Its Most Brilliant Teacher, by Richard Phillips Feynman, and Paul Davies (physics)

    Sweet Science, The, by A.J. Liebling, Robert Anasi (sports [boxing])

    Thinking In Pictures: and Other Reports from My Life with Autism, by Temple Grandin (psychology)

    Wind, Sand, and Stars, by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (aviation)

    Zero: The Biography of a Dangerous Idea, by Charles Seife (mathematics)

    • ANSWER:
      Mere Christianity is a good book. After finishing it I wanted to find a church that would be described as such.
      Eats, Shoots, and Leaves is fun and helped a bit for English.
      The Guns of August was interesting to me as a young man.
      The Right stuff is wonderful! but I am a space enthusiast, and would like it. well written, recommended.

      Of the ones that I have not read, Florence is likely a very good one for girls. And I may take some of your list to my library.
      Six easy pieces is likely to be wonderfully fun and/or challenging as max, Feynman is wonderful and brilliant. Recommend: ‘Surely you must be joking, Mr Feynman’.

      Really, what subject do you like? Most of these are good as textbook substitutes.


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