do you like my novel so far?

Posted on 04. Aug, 2011 by Lighting Expert.

this is my novel sol far im not done with it but this is the first page:

It seemed like I’d been standing here for hours. I looked at the clock. 1:30. Great. I’d only been here for 23 minutes and the place was driving me crazy.
"Ana, do you like your room?" I heard my mother shout from downstairs.
"Yeah, it’s great!" I lied. I agreed moving to Pennsylvania to live with my mother would be best for me, but I hadn’t anticipated on missing New York. I mean in New York I didnt have any friends, I lived in a pretty small apartment and someway or another I’d always fall down the narrow, steep stairway in the apartment building. But, I had my dad, and I was what you would call a ‘daddys girl’. My dad thought it would be better for me to live with my mom since she could support me better. Now that she had Steve, her new husband which i refused to call my stepdad, she had a big house in the Poconos with a good school nearby.
I looked around some more at my new room. The room was all pink. I never liked pink. I saw the fuzzy colorful pillows on my bed, the computer on my new desk against the wall, the full length mirror next to the desk, and the lava lamp next to the tv on the dresser. My room was officially girly. And i hated it. I was no girly girl, but I was no tomboy either. I hated sports. I’d always find a way to fall or trip or miss the ball. I also hated shopping. Whenever I’d go out i’d just pick what I’d have to get and leave. I don’t understand what’s so great about it. It’s just another reason to spend money on things you don’t need.
I heard my mom coming up the stairs. "Ana, we’re going to have so much fun. We’ll go get our nails done, we’ll go out and get you all ready for school. Maybe we can get some stuff to add to your room. Oh! Do you really like your room? Me and Steve were working on it all last week for you!…" I wasn’t listening any more. My mother talked to much. Yes, I knew my mom was only excited about me staying but my mom always talked to much, even though she didn’t pay any attention to see if I was actually listening. My mom was pretty. Blonde, 5’6, blue eyes, pretty skinny and she was 34. I on the otherhand had more of my father in me. I mean I wasn’t excactly what you would think of as ugly, but i wasn’t gorgeous either. I was just an average looking girl. I had long brown hair, big brown eyes, and i was pretty tall, 5’8. I had a few freckels and i was a little tan.

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Do you think this is reasonable punishment?

Posted on 13. Jul, 2011 by Lighting Expert.

I’m now a freshman in high school, and will soon be bringing home a report card with B’s C’s and one or two D’s. The D’s are like 69′s and very close to C’s, but i will be getting grounded for nine weeks, which is more than two months. Grounded means, no computer, tv, music, everything except my bed and my desk are removed from my room, no going anywhere, no phone, no social contact outside of school. That’s what happens when i get lower than a C on a report card. Now, my grades are like this because i dont do my homework, a lot of the time, but my test grades are all averaging over 85% in ALL classes. I’ve been grounded roughly two years of my life, for tons of little things, grades, backtalk, all the usual stuff. I want to know what my parents think is going to change, THIS time they ground me. They say it’s "good motivation". It’s the exact opposite, and when i tell them that they think i’m saying that just because i dont want to get grounded, but im not. My grades in the past have generally been WORSE while i’ve been grounded. The longest period of time i was grounded for was 6 months, and that was for getting a D in ART, and when my parents told me to take everything out of my room we started yelling at each other, because i thought it was ridiculous that because i was a bad artist, and did not enjoy art at all, i was being punished. In the end i sat on my bed and watched my dad come in and angrily rip everything out of my room. Now, after about a month of being grounded, i basically get used to it, and since usually my parents won’t give me a date at which i’ll be ungrounded, i figure that i already have NOTHING, a prison inmate LITERALLY has more freedom than me. I have a bed, lamp, desk, food, clothes, shelter, and school. A prison inmate gets all of that plus rec yard time, and can talk with people. So since i have absolutely nothing, i figure, what do i have to lose? So i let my grades drop more and get depressed and its really terrible. My parents have taken over 10% of my life away so far. Do you think this is fair punishment for bad grades, and occasional backtalk? I watch my little brother a few times every week, i do chores, i stay sober and don’t have sex, and do what i’m asked. School is just NOT my thing, and my extremely authoritarian father thinks grounding will change that. What do you guys think?

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What could my dream mean?

Posted on 26. May, 2011 by Lighting Expert.

Well a couple of nights ago I had a strange dream. I was walking through a vacant hotel and went into one of the rooms. There I saw a statue with satan on it. I turned around and a bunch of people (kids and one adult, female) in a circle around a lamp, praying to satan. I got mad because I am Christian and screamed at them. I them went into another building and saw a woman (the bride who’s wedding got messed up in College Road Trip, which I saw a while ago) and I went up to her and told her what I had seen and she got mad too. Then I was handed a slip from the adult in the prayer circle that said who was a follower of satan and I saw my name on it and it said I do. I got mad, told her I’m not, and I woke up then. I have no idea what this could mean because I have a feeling that its not just a dream. Mostly because it seemed really real and the statue of satan was creepy. I’ll say in detail what it looked like. Oh and one thing satan is mad at me and my family because my dad is a pastor and I am a strong Christian. He is mostly after my brother because apparently my dad prefers a boy child over a girl child and I’m the girl.

Satan statue:
Satan was dark red, and looked black because the lights were off.
His name was written and under was a picture of a cross (the cross Jesus died on)
It was moving back and forth, as if satan was in the room feeling their prayer…

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My dog went crazy… Would this have anything to do with another dog moving in next door?

Posted on 18. May, 2011 by Lighting Expert.

A new dog just moved in next door and now Koda has been acting crazy… She tries to ger under the coffee table, but she’s to big of a dog and knocks the lamp off the table…. She only does this when no one is home or when we are asleep. The dog looks just like our Koda and so is this freaking her out?
Also, she used to have what I thought was a pantalogical of the fire alarm or the stove because she used to jam herself between me and the computer desk when I happen to be on the computer. She almost knocks over the PC box thing every time… She doesn’t do this know that Belle moved in next door (Belle is the dog). Know she shakes and gets scared and my dad and I have to calm her down. I’m scared my dog will go crazy and do something stupid (dog suicide? LOL)… Please help soon… Thanks for all answers you may have, trust me it helps.
-Kay

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What do you think of my story??? please read it!!! P.S. it may not be enjoyable for some b/c of the content.?

Posted on 02. May, 2011 by Lighting Expert.

here it is (btw, tell me what you think. or gimmi advice on how to make it better. if there is errors, i’m sorry. its my rough draft. I will go back and edit it. but yeah.);

My mom’s cries for help echoed through out the whole house.
“Stop it dad! Stop it!” I yelled at him, as he cornered my mom in the living room and began hitting her. He landed his fist on her right cheek, and slammed her down to the ground with another hit. Blood oozed out of her mouth as she covered her face for protection. He began kicking her repeatedly. I ran over to him and jumped on his back.
“I said stop it! Don’t hit her anymore!” I yelled louder. He slammed me into the wall. I fell on the floor with a loud thud. He was going over to my mom again. I couldn’t let him hurt her anymore. I thought of something quickly to stop him in his track.
“You stupid bastard! You are nothing but a common bitch!” the words slipped out of my mouth before I even thought of saying them. He stopped, abruptly. He turned around to face me. In his eyes I could see a gleam of loathe. Pure hatred towards me. I stumbled back a step, and my back was against the wall. Tears welled up in my eyes, as I saw my mom tumble her way upstairs. Leaving me alone with the monster who I now held only pure resentment against. I opened my mouth to scream, but nothing came out. Not one sound. He put his hand on my mouth-almost as if he read my mind-so I wouldn’t scream. I bit down hard on it, and he moaned in pain.
“You damn bitch!” he yelled. I turned to run up the stairs, but I felt his heavy hand grab the back of my hair. He pulled me back, nearly ripping off my hair. I saw the floor come towards my face, and I put out my hands instinctively to break my fall. He kicked my stomach. I felt the air getting taken out of me. A sharp pain continued to strike on my stomach. I cried out in pain.
“Mom!” I yelled for her to come to my aid. “Mom!” I repeated. He landed an extra hard kick on my ribs.
“Shut up! The neighbors will hear you!” he growled. “How many times have I told you not to interrupt me while talking to your mother! You just don’t listen do you?” he went on. I couldn’t concentrate on what he was saying. The pain was excruciating. Behind dad, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. My mouth dropped open. I had to act quick. I kicked my dad in the groin, and he doubled over. I stood up, ignoring the objections my body was making. There was pain everywhere. I felt tears rushed rapidly to my eyes. I ignored the pain, and rushed over to the window knocking over the lamp. I saw my mom in the car, getting ready to leave. I pounded on the window furiously.
“Mom!” I screamed for her. She looked at me, and shook her head. Her eyes held no remorse to leaving me with a monster.
“You little–You’re going to regret doing that!” I heard his voice, and terror washed over me. The tears came down faster.
“Mom!” I yelled again, pounding harder on the window. As she started the car, my dad rushed outside with his keys. My mom screeched her way out of the neighborhood, and left. she left. She wasn’t coming back. She left me. After I had stuck up for her, and took the beatings for her, she left me. My dad came back in the house.
“I’ll be right back. And when I return you are going to regret what you did,” he said menacingly. “Don’t try to leave, too. You know I’ll find you, and then you will regret that you were even born,” he hissed, as he left. I saw him take the other car, and leave. I made my way over to the bathroom. The pain was still there. I lifted up my shirt and saw red marks, and bruises that had already formed. I took out some Advil from the cabinet, and then went to my room. I laid there in terror. Waiting…I was in a ball, hugging my knees to my chest, while I waited for him. In a matter of minutes, I dozed off to sleep…
But then my door swung open. It only felt like I slept for a minute. I checked the clock, and it was three in the morning. My dad left at nine. I crawled into the corner of my bed, while his voice passed through my head. You are going to regret for what you did…
Deceiving tears fell down my cheeks. He came closer and closer. I counted his steps.
Thud..
Thud..
He hiccupped.
Thud..
Thud..
He reeked like alcohol.
Thud..
Thud..
He chuckled to himself, enjoying my fear. I closed my eyes, and waited for all of it to be over…
To answer alien’s question, it is just a clip from my WHOLE STORY. it was definately not the first time. the dad is a work-aholic, and an ALCOHOLIC. the mom left to get away for good, and has sadly left her OWN daughter behind. she didnt care. she only cared about herself. the only thing in her mind was herself and nothing else. but during the story the mom comes back and finds her daughter. and her daughter resents her for leaving, but yeah. I’ll post other clips of the story on here. then i’ll posted on this other website. called "worthy of publishing". the whole story is going to be there, so be sure to check it out guys. the name is "A better tomorrow". so yeah. thanks for your comments!

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Paranormal activity from great grandma?

Posted on 29. Jan, 2011 by Lighting Expert.

Well, I have had these weird occurences happen, especially since my grandmother died, last Spring (2009), and they’re really unexplainable. None of the occurences started happening til November though of 2009, and it’s really beginning to scare me. The night my great grandma died, my TV went off by itself (and I don’t have a remote), and I didn’t think anything of it, and just got back up and turned it on myself. One time, I was in my room and I was watching televsion and my overhead cieling fan light was on. Well, all of a sudden it went off, and it has a pull chain you have to pull and get a "click" for it to go off. I got up and went over to the chain and pulled it, and the light wouldn’t come back on. Then, I went over to the light switch and the light switch was turned off. Of course, to have light from a cieling fan light, the switch has to be on, and somehow it was turned off. Then, one time when I was sitting on the computer in my family room and the desk lamp flickered about five times, and then went back to normal. I got up, scared, and walked in to another room, then I came back and it flickered on and off, and then back on and stayed on. My tv has been turned off numerous times by itself in my room, and just recently, tonight, I was in my room and I decided to experiment and see if something was with me or around me, so I said, "Listen to me sing and help me be better," (I don’t really belive in ghosts, but I do angels) and as I was singing, my overhead light switched off by itself with a "click" noise, and the switch on the wall didn’t turn off like before. But I yanked the chain and it didn’t come back on, so I got my dad to come in the room and told him the light went off by itself and he yanked it, and it came on for him. To me, this is just suspicious… I don’t know if it’s all just random things that happen or if there’s something paranormal causing this. We don’t use a lot of electricity and it ONLY happens to me. So, what do you think? Can this be signs of paranormal activity from my great grandma or an angel?

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I have writers block. :( So I need help trying to figure out what to do next.?

Posted on 30. Dec, 2010 by Lighting Expert.

I’m writing a story called, "The Name of this Story is a Secret," which fits really well for the title, because, well everything is a secret. Here’s the 1st chapter, but I don’t know what to do next.

The sound of something hard hitting the window woke me up. For a moment I thought it was my imagination. But when it continually kept on hitting the window with a loud, ‘clunk!’ I knew it wasn’t.
Hesitantly, I slipped the warm blankets of my body and swung my legs to the cold wooden floor. I glanced at the clock. 4 AM.
I crept quietly to the window, hoping on the other side of it was just a harmless bunny. This would be clearly impossible, considering I live on the 2nd floor.
My hands were already clammy with fear and were shaking uncontrollably. I gathered every ounce of my courage that was somewhere in the depths of me, and opened the blinds.
I was about to scream, but instead of seeing a mass murderer like I expected, it was only Trent.
“What the heck?” I hissed through clenched teeth.
Trent only did his crooked smile and motioned for me to open the window.
I sighed; it was mix with anger and relief. I quietly opened the window, trying to not make to much noise for my parents to hear.
“Thanks!” Trent swung his body over the window and landed with a ‘thump’ on the floor.
“Be quiet! Do you want my dad to come in here swinging a lamp over his head like an idiot?!” I scowled and closed the window, shutting out the cool night air.
Trent straightened his clothes and came to his feet. “I’ll pass on that one,” he muttered, making himself at home on my bed.
“Explain.” I said bluntly.
Trent looked around the room. “It looks different that last time I saw it,” He commented.
“Just answer the question before I throw you out the window,” I threatened.
Trent did a low chuckle. “I’d like to see a girl like you try.”
As much as I wanted to punch the crap out of his well sculpted face that the moment, I subsided my anger to a low level.
“It’s a surprise.” Trent did one of his, ‘I-know-something-you-don’t-‘smiles.
“You woke me up at 4 in the morning, scaring the crap out of me by throwing rocks at my window, and you won’t tell me?” I growled.
“As much as I would like to, I can’t.”
“And why not?” I was really starting to get peeved at his secretive ways.
Trent rose to his feet and went to my closet.
“You’re going to have to wear a hoodie, its cold as hell outside.” He said thoughtfully, rummaging around.
“Oh my god, Trent! I swear if you don’t tell me, I’ll…I’ll…” I thought desperately for the right words.
“You will…?” Trent turned around with a puzzled look.
I crossed my arms and made a ‘humph’ sounds.
Trent smiled and continued to raid my closet.
“This will have to do,” He pulled out a checkered hoodie and baggy pants, throwing them beside me.
“What if I don’t want to go?” An evil smile played on my lips.
Trent just sighed and nodded his head.
“I would have to use this,” he reached in his back pocket and pulled out duct tape.
My eyes grew wide.
“Thought so,” He said, putting the silvery sticky substance back in his pocket.
I motioned him to turn around and face my closet as I slipped off my pajamas and replaced them with the clothes he chose for me.
“Why does it have to be in the middle of the night?” I tried to make my voice as annoying and irritating as possible. Maybe he would change his mind and leave.
“Because,” He said simply. “Come on, we have to hurry or they’ll be gone.”
“They’ll?” I questioned as he opened the window, letting a gust of wind blow in the room.
“Just hurry,” He motioned me to go first.
I sighed, clearly defeated and jumped out the window, landing gracefully on my feet. I heard Trent jump out after me.
As we were walking in the cold velvety night, I had a feeling I wasn’t going to be coming back for a while.

So, I need help trying to figure out where he takes her…yes I know, how lame I don’t know what to do after the 1st chapter. Any suggestions? Thank you!

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how to decorate a work office?

Posted on 18. Dec, 2010 by Lighting Expert.

my dad is moving to a new building for work, and his office is being totally renovated. unfortunatly it wont have a window. its open concept though so its got 4 walls but one of them is all glass with a sliding door (and its facing a window so its all good). but since its open concept, he has to keep it clean and looking nice. he works for the municipal governement in roads/sidewalk/bridge design and construction stuff. he has no idea what to do with the office. how do you think he should decorate it? im thinking a plant or 2, a desk lamp, a family photo a 2 and hes got some old street signs and stuff laying around he should put up? theyre taking care of new furniture, bookcase, and flooring. any ideas

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What is currently stimulating your five senses?

Posted on 12. Nov, 2010 by Lighting Expert.

Sight: My computer screen, lol. Too the right there is the video game Tony Hawk’s Pro skater 3 (my brothers) and under is there is TH 4. On top of them is our phone. Then even more to my right I see my green lamp, which is not doing a very good job at casting light. To my left there is my printer and other computer thing. On top there is a picture, and to the bottom there is white carpet.

Smell: Yum! My bother must be making kettle corn

Touch: My fingers feel cold, and my upper body is rubbing against my soft flannel sweatshirt. My finders are feeling the smooth keys as they type. My lips are very dry and so is my throat. I also feel a pressure below my left knee, were it is propped up against the computer desk.

Hear: Someone is whistling, and my dad is watching "Meet the Fockers." And my brother is rummaging through his logo bin. My mom is walking around…

Taste: My saliva, lol.

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Advice and critique for my story?

Posted on 04. Nov, 2010 by Lighting Expert.

- i have worked on it to improve it, but any advice or critique would be most welcome!! -

I walked swiftly to avoid any unpleasant meetings, it was dark already as it often was in winter and the cold was sinking in further than it ever dared in daylight. The dark made it daring and with every step I took my bones grew stiffer and my jaw ached from the pressing chill. In the cold I often got head aches and I could feel one coming now, but I did not mind, soon I would be home and then I would be warm.

The street looked the looked almost the same at night as by day, nothing ever changed here. I could hear drunken male singing coming from a nearby pub and the feminine whining of some old wench trying to raise her voice over the male slurred droning. I knew it was probably my mother but I did not care, it had been a mistake when she had had me, I understood that, it was not out of love, or even lust that I was conceived, it was out of mere cruelty on her part. Her twin sister Mina had loved, and as a rejection of her beautiful sister, my mother had stolen away the man she had loved and with magic blinded his eyes towards her fair sister and instead made him love her. She never loved him but she could never bear her sister to love when she could not. So I was conceived, and born. What a tale of spitefulness, I was not one bit proud of my background though I had long since been forgotten by my parents.

I knew that my father had died, not five days after my birth, coming to his senses he realized what he had done and took his own life. He had been noble man, my dad, and I liked to think that I would have done the same if ever I had been in his position.

I never heard what happened to my aunt but I loved her from the moment I saw her portrait on the old house wall, she had a kind and open face and in my dreams, she took on the manifestation of the Angel of Good. If ever she had had magic as my mother had, it would have been a clear sunlight magic unlike my mother’s which left stains of blood and hate, both figurative and literal, everywhere she went.

The tale of the Two Sisters was a popular one among the towns’ folk, and any children who disobeyed were told that they must be a dreaded child of Myra, at which they cried and swore never to do wrong again. Yes, people knew roughly what had happened, though many variations were heard around the towns, and I was often pitied and always shunned.

Home to me now was the town brothel where I cooked and cleaned in return for being allowed to sleep beside the fire and eat the leftovers, for the brothel maidens did not eat much. They did not mind my shady story as many claimed to similar tales which they thought made them seem more exotic and mysterious.

Reaching the gates the guards let me in and I skipped up the stairs and slipped quietly in. It was warmly lit inside, with strange red lamps hanging everywhere giving off a dark red glow and making the girls seem like shadow nymphs in the haze. A woman over by the far side of the room looked up as I entered and winked at me as I tried to slip by unnoticed. She beckoned to me and I knew I must go, being a mere slave to the Madame, I was their little messenger boy and had to do anything they asked of me. This woman did not work here though, I noticed that immediately, she wore a fully covering dress of a deep lilac and sat looking about her curiously as if this place was the most interesting pub. How wrong she was.

‘You work here boy? What sort of services do you offer? Anything better than these girls who so wantonly beg for any man to fill their upper and lower purses?’ She laughed as she stared at me interestedly and cocked her head to one side waiting for my answer.

I was taken aback, never before had I been asked to fulfill any client’s sexual pleasures, and I knew not how to as I was but a little virgin boy. The thought made me laugh.

‘You find the idea inviting, young one? How much do you charge now for your sweet jewels?’ As I did not answer, she got up and approached the Madame talking in a lowered voice as she gestured towards me. Madame looked surprised but quickly covered it and demanded a ridiculously high price that even I heard. What was she thinking! The other woman nodded exchanged some money and walked back towards me, looking more like an Athena than any of these tiny nymphs that crowded the settees around me, fondling and joking with their suitors for the night.

Up the stairs behind her flowing form I climbed. I gazed nervously around for an excuse for me to leave; I dreaded the moment in the bedroom when the doors were closed, for I knew from listening and spying on the girls that I still had a lot more studying to do before I felt capable to perform any of the acts they seemed so deft at. I dreaded embarrassment and rejection from this lovely woman, handsome and different to anything I had ever known.

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