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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Honest Opinion. What Do You Think Of A Black And White Bedroom?

Posted on 10. Jul, 2011 by Lighting Expert.

My mom and I are moving to a new house soon and I need a change. Ever since I was 3 years old, my bedroom has always been pink. Don’t get me wrong, pink is my favorite color ever! But I wanted to do something different.

I’ve always loved the colors black and white and vintage things. So when we moved, I wanted to do a black and white bedroom. Here’s a list of all I wanted.

-Black walls, white baseboards
-Black and white comforter and pillows (I already have a white bed)
-Black and white pictures of Marilyn Monroe and Audrey Hepburn
-Black and white lamps
-Black desk for my computer
-Black armoire for my clothes
-White iron mannequin
-Small white mannequin for my jewelry
-Black and white rugs
-Black bookcases

I’ve asked my mom over a million times pratically if I could paint the walls black. And each time, she said no because it’d look terrible.

http://www.housetohome.co.uk/imageBank/cache/b/BH0608-1071_e_9c53654d7f7c9c72667efde1daba6b35.jpg

Does that look horrible? No. And I can’t live in a white walled bedroom. I have to have some kind of color.

She said yes to everything else. Do you think it’d be weird or cool?

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What is the name of the multicolored tree lamp that is on Pam's desk in the Office?

Posted on 06. Jun, 2011 by Lighting Expert.

She has what appears to be a LED light on her desk. A sphere as a base with little wires coming out of it, with plastic half spheres on each wire. I played with one when I was a kid and I’ve been looking for one for so long. I don’t know what it is, or what it’s name is. Can anyone help??
I’m not even sure if it’s a lamp at this point. I know the one I played with when I was a kid was from the 60′s. And that my mom has seen them at antique shows.

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Did i do the quotations correctly? other general thoughts?

Posted on 08. May, 2011 by Lighting Expert.

Hi, i was supposed to write a paper(750-1250 words) about how one particular moment in my life changed me. My main concern is if i did the part with quotations correctly, should they be indented or are they fine like that?

I’d also appreciate it if anyone has time that could read it all and tell me what they think and/or if i have any awkward sentances, things like that. It’s not totally finished, but mostly. -thanks so much

It is strange to even think about it. It has been a long time now since I last saw Gary. Well, since anyone saw him, I guess. Death is a rather peculiar thing. It’s hard to think about people sometimes, with the full knowledge that you will never see them again. It’s not that they’re just not there, as though they’re moved away and you both promise to write or call but never do. There is no choice. They are gone, forever. You will never see them again, never touch them again, never hear them laugh, talk or see the little endearing things they used to do all the time.

I remember, very clearly, the first time I endured this irreversible application of life. Thinking back about it I couldn’t really tell you exactly when it happened. I could tell you a great many things not related to the event itself. What my mom was wearing when she told me. What position my bed was in relation to the door. Where my stuffed teddy bear was. Strange, little things.

My brother, the snoop, told me first. I remember quite clearly hearing him walking into my room. I was sitting at the computer, talking on AIM, and did not look up.

"Dustin?", he asked.
I raised my head a little to acknowledge him and replied.
"Yeah?"
"Gary is dead."
Staring blankly at him I responded "Oh, Okay."

With that, I turned back to my computer monitor as if this thing had never happened. Even now, I am unsure if I did not believe it or for whatever reason it just didn‘t register with me right then. That would come later.

Later on I was in my room playing Play Station, I don’t remember what game. I was lying on my bed with my little desk lamp tilted part way up shooting light across the room, protecting me from the darkness. I heard my mother slam the phone down, it was one of those old ones that has the dial and everything so it made a loud noise every time you hung it up. She began to walk slowly up the stairs, the floorboards creaking beneath her feet. I could always tell when she was coming up the stairs because they always creaked a little louder when it was her. She stood quietly outside my bedroom, just watching me. I looked up, questioning, wondering. She stepped into my room slowly, quietly walked over and sat on my bed.

"Dustin…" she said seriously, looking at me softly.
"Max is dead."

Somehow, this time, it got through. I pictured Max in my head, his white hair and oversize t-shirts, his ready smile and quick laugh. I remembered when he let us stay in his house few years ago. I remembered when he sent me his old desktop computer, paid all the shipping and handling on it and the printer he’d sent so I had somewhere to keep my stories. I remembered the books his wife and he carefully boxed and mailed me, or drove out of their way to get to me when they were in the area. I looked over at the stuffed brown and white teddy bear they had sent me, and I was completely at a loss.
"Why?" I stammered, sitting up and beginning to sob. I covered my eyes with my hands and bawled, my mom rubbing my back and softly murmuring the words you are supposed to say when someone you love dies. It was his time. He wasn’t in any pain. God called him, and he went. "How?"He had a heart condition. He was at his son’s graduation. His heart just … stopped.

I remember the look on my brother’s face when he came upstairs later to see me in tears. "You didn’t cry before," he sneered. I didn’t have an answer. I didn’t want one. The room suddenly seemed gray and unfamiliar, as if someone had taken out something but I couldn’t figure out what. I remember I spent that night curled up on my bed with the stuffed bear they’d given me, tears in my eyes and memories in my head of the horrific, screaming loss I’d just endured. And no one even knew. My fingers were buried in the fur of the teddy bear, and no one knew. His heart just … stopped. How could it just stop? No one even knew.
the indents on the regular paragraphs did not show up for some reason, idk why.

I did not have any of the quotation part indented at all though and idk if that is correct or not.
actually, max and gary are one in the same, lol, i just forgot to pick on name and delete the others. The story is based on truth, but admittedly i embellished to make it more interesting. lol

thanks so much for taking the time though

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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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Will my leopard gecko be fine on a long drive if my brother follows this care sheet?

Posted on 04. Apr, 2011 by Lighting Expert.

My family and I are moving from Michigan to Arizona in a few weeks. I’m flying out there, but my mom and brother are driving there with all our pets. I have a leopard gecko and I’m worried about him since I won’t be there on the long drive to take care of him. My brother said he’d take care of my gecko for me.

What I’m thinking of doing is getting a small plastic storage box, and either drill holes in the lid or get a mesh lid. I’ll put some non-adhesive shelf liner in the bottom, then put some small hides in there. The shelf liner is rubbery and will keep the hides from slipping around. I’ll put the water dish in, and put some wet cotton balls in it, and I’ll also put a wet sponge in the corner of the box for moisture.

I’m going to ask my brother to keep the cotton balls and the sponge wet, and at night, put his heat lamp over the box. And during the day when he’s driving, I’ll ask him to buckle the tank into the front passenger seat to keep it from moving much, and not let the passenger side get too cold. Also, I’ll tell him never to leave my gecko unattended, especially in a hot car. Do you think my gecko will be fine doing this? The trip is very long – 30 hours, with two nights stopping at pet-friendly hotels.

Thanks.

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How can I make my room look awesome?

Posted on 10. Mar, 2011 by Lighting Expert.

my room is just boring right now. It seems small becasue i have soo much shitt in my room, but i really don’t want to get rid of anything.
Heres what I have:
a full size bed
a round chair thingy (whatever you call it)
a paper lamp
desk/computer
1 dresser
a nightstand (with TV and radio on it.)
my walls are purple and i like the color so i dont want to repaint. I kind of have some posters and old paintings that ive made. Should i get rid of those?
I also have A LOT of picture frames, i have absoultey no wall space.
I can’t buy anything new ): my mom says it would be a waste since i am going to college soon (like 4 years…i can kind of see what she means but whatererr)
alsoo, my room is ALWAYS MESSY! is there anyway i can keep my room cleann?
and also for my closet it is worst than me room. It looks like a tornado came by along with a mudslide of crapp. Anyway to make my closet look cool too?
THANKS IN ADVANCE(:

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What can I do about this shadow ghost that is around me?

Posted on 27. Feb, 2011 by Lighting Expert.

After my grandfather died, there was this shadow ghost that started appearing around me many times, left me clues of its presence like a moved object or knock, etc. My mom had a few apparitions in her apartment of the same ghost. Her husband took a picture of it and there is not any type of light change or any persin in the way. This shadow ghost is neutral. It doesn’t want to attack or anything, but it constantly is around me and them. Its just a figure like a person but floating. One time I had went to sleep and woke up the next morning to find out my office lamp had moved to a downward position. I told my sister about it and when I went to check out the lamp and my niece and nephew was standing in front of me, I saw the same ghost in glimpses move past them and the smoke detector went off with a dead battery in it. But mainly this ghost is always around me since he died. Im wondering what does this mean. Does he have a message or communication or what is it. What I am asking is what can I do to make it go away or should I confront it with GOD?

If anyone would like to know more of the things that go on around me with this shadow ghost, feel free to leave an email address and you will be contacted and I will also include a photo of the figure. Thankyou.

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I think my house is haunted, I really need some advice.?

Posted on 19. Feb, 2011 by Lighting Expert.

My house is over a 100 years old. Ive been living here all my life. My mom always tells me when I was a little girl I was always scared to sleep alone and night and slept with her in her bed till I was 10. And even then, I thought it was haunted. I know your probably thinking Im making this whole thing up but I swear Im not. I really need advice.
About 10 years ago my grandfather and grandmother were really sick, in this house. A few days later they died, but not here.

Well here are some things that happen:
In my mothers room, she has a lamp that you need to touch to turn on. Every day, it turns on and off by itself. Today just a couple hours ago, I walked in and it turned on by itself and I was about 2 feet away from it.

My mom tells me stories about seeing her father after he died. She says she has spoken to him too.

My mother told me a story of when I was about 2 years old and she was trying to put me to sleep. and she heard heavy footsteps but knew it was only her and I. She waited but nothing ever happened. And it wasnt just her because even I sat up when I heard the noise.

In my basement, you hear and feel unsafe and you feel as if your being watched the whole time.

At night, doors open and close by themselves. Keep in mind, its winter. So no windows are ever open.

Once I was laying in bed with my phone by me I heard a loud clicking and looked at my phone and someone or something was typing numbers. I froze and couldnt move.

I have had things fly at me before from my desk.

I see shadows a lot.

when I was 15, I had a sleep over for my birthday, when I went to the bathroom my friends said the closet slammed shut. I believed them cause it has happened to me too.

My puppy that is over a year old refuses to enter a few rooms. He also barks at nothing in the room, but still doesnt walk into the room. At the randomest times, he gets very aggressive and starts biting and barking, which is unusual for my dog.

Sometimes the lights fail to turn on. You can change the light bulbs and the lights refuse to turn on, but only in one room.

Mine and my father’s laptop both shut off at exactly the same time.

My fan starts spinning by itself.

My things go missing and appear a few hours/days later.

Sometimes you hear voices.

When my cat was still alive, she would just sit there and not move for hours but her eyes were open.

I get random marks on my pencils.

A couple months ago, I woke up with bright red scratches on my arms.

Sometimes the electronics won’t turn on (microwave, toaster, etc)

I have been pushed down the stairs before.

My 3 year old niece screamed and told me someone was talking to her.

My 7 year old niece is scared to be left alone at all in my house.

Thats pretty much everything.. Please I really need help and I have no idea what to do . My whole family are very religious and strong Catholics. We get our house blessed every year. Our house has been recently blessed a week ago. I really need some help other than "get a priest."

Please. I could really use your help. I really need it. Thank you.
I would say the thing about the sensitive lamp is right, but, if you stand right next to it, the closest you can get without touching it, it does not turn on.

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would this make a good book?

Posted on 13. Feb, 2011 by Lighting Expert.

im in seventh grade

“Ahhhhhhhhh!” I jerked out of bed and grabbed my lamp. Oh it was just my bear. I never got used to the feel of its stupid vibration even though I’ve had it for a good ten years. Maybe I should just throw it out or give it to some old charity. It’ll go to a great cause.

Oh I now! I could give it to my monster of a cousin, Jenna. I’ll never tell her about the vibration or whatever it’s called. Ill sooooo get a whack out of it. “Mua ha ha” just incase you didn’t know that was my evil laugh.

Well so I guess ill just get out of bed and get ready for school. School! Oh no today I start high school. Wahhh! Why today? I mean it’s my birthday for crying out loud. Why can’t I have a regular birthday like mom or Matt? Or even the mail man?

Before I go on I should probably tell you who matt is. My brother. There, I’m done that’s all. Well……he’s kinda way more than a brother.

He is the best friend I never had. Never did never will. Its not that people don’t like me it’s just that I don’t try. I just don’t want friends. I don’t need them when I have my family to talk to. I know for sure it’s not because of my looks. Speaking of my looks, I have dark brown pin straight hair. My skin is light tan and im tall. The last time I checked my height was 5’5. I guess I could say I’m a wannabe emo. I tend to stay away from the crowd. All they do is turn on you when it counts the most so why even bother?

Im at my closet now looking at my well…clothes. Before today I have not had the slightest worry towards my clothes. I have just worn was within reach. Now here I am wondering what to wear. Its high school. I seriously do not want to send out the wrong message.

This year I will try to make friends…..against my will. I have a promise to keep. Right before my grandpa passed away he made me promise to make friends.

It went sortta like this: “Bail ya love your old gramps right?”
“of course daddy”
“then do your daddy a favor”
“Anything”
“Make some darn friends!” and then he was gone. I will never break that promise.

His name was Edward Lucas. Great man. Always smelled like…. winter fresh. The guy was always chewing on a piece. He called me Bail, short for Bailey. And I called him daddy because I never had one. Simple as that.

So I have decided on wearing an aqua hoddie from Abercrombie and dark skinny jeans from aero. I grabbed my bag full of new supplies from staples slipped into my bright bright red flats and stormed for the kitchen.

Before leaving I grabbed my pic of daddy, kissed it and crammed it into my pocket.

Downstairs matt was sitting at the table having breakfast. Mom was in her room fast asleep. Me and matt leave really early for school. Around 5:00. i finished \ my breakfast of oreos and cranberry juice and we left.

We spend two hours just sitting at the park. We usually have heart to heart moments here.

So as I have probably proved my bro is definitely not the obnoxious kind given that he is like two years older than me. He has ear length brown hair and his eyes are a deep chocolate brown like mine.

He doesn’t mind being seen with me at school. I guess none bugs him about it. He is the ‘cool guy’.

Matt and I are close. Like pb&j but closer. Regardless we are complete opposites. I am shy, emoish, quiet. Reserved, too small to notice, sharp-eyed, pathetic…..I could go on but I don’t want to.

On the other hand, matt is out there. He is not nervous like me. He doesn’t have a safeguarding shell like me. Well, he probably does but he doesn’t need it….like me. Matt has been everywhere, done everything. I haven’t. He can say “oh yeah I know,” or “been there done that” I can’t

Matt is an expert on me. He knows everything there is to know about me. All except what I am telling you. If he had the slightest idea as to what I am telling you are reading he would be protective of me. He would feel sorry for me.

When we come here at the park we have some sort of telepathy going on. That might be because we are twins. I could just be sitting around staring in to space thinking about……stuff and he’ll come out of nowhere and be like ‘oh my god!’

Then I would stare at him ‘till he says sorry. Then I rest my head on his shoulder and fall asleep until school starts and when I would open my eyes I world be in his arms, screaming at him to put me down.

Today was totally different. Matt was staring at down at his gray converse saying nothing.

When we sat down I grabbed his hand. “You can’t always be like this, just think would he want it?”

It was matt’s birthday and I felt a tearderop fall on my hand.

“matt, come on buddy Don’t do this to yourself! Imagine he is sitting right there in front of your eyes trying to touch you.”

“He isn’t bailey! Get real. Open your eyes and stop saying stuff, saying lies to cheer me up.
fyi i don’t care for my grammar and ty soooo much 4 ur stupid remarks. i don’t care.
i wont give up but y’all r saying i suck……
is it good yes or no
would u want to read it

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