What are your thoughts on this?

Posted on 03. Sep, 2011 by Lighting Expert.

It is the start to my chapter 2, I know I have already posted but I need more opinions and I will be very grateful x

Chapter 2
Watt Crescent was a charming little street. The gardens were perfectly manicured and every house had a fence separating its self from the lane. Glasgow wasn’t well known for its picket fences and quiet streets.

Luca walked up the lane. The brick red house sat in darkness, the only source of light coming from the street lamps positioned a few feet apart. Number three, was the second house on the right. He approached it with caution, even though he knew he was invisible to the human eye when his wings were out. He couldn’t sense any immediate danger but he knew something had to be wrong or he wouldn’t have been sent here.

He slowly unlocked the gate and walked up the narrow garden path, past the close and up the steps to the front door. It was locked, of course, but Luca simply placed his hand over the doorknob and it clicked open.

Straight through the front door was a small hallway with dark wood floors and stairs covered in a deep red carpet. A strong smell of scented candles settled in Lucas’ nostrils. The owner was asleep upstairs, none the wiser to his presence and no matter how long Luca had to keep coming back here, the boy would never know. He made his way into the family room and took his position in the far corner. Now all he had to do was wait. Soon, he would be back in the comfort of his hotel bed and just in time for Catherine waking.

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Catherine lay dreaming. She always had the same dream ever since she met Luca. The dream would start off with her entering the bathroom and reaching for the door of the mirror cabinet that sat on the wall. The scissors were purposely stowed away at the back. She took the scissors and started to slash away at her wrists but no blood or cuts would appear. Catherine could sense someone there watching but she could not see them.

“Luca?” she asked aloud, “are you there?”

There would always be no reply. She always wondered why she had called and asked if it was him, it made no sense. After no reply, she would continue and every time the scissors came close to her skin she would hear a small clanking sound. She would get up from her position on the floor against the bath and look in the sink. Her Grandmothers engagement ring would be spinning just about to slip down the plug hole and she would dive to grab it and then she would wake.

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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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What do you think of my story, 'Shadow'?

Posted on 09. Jul, 2011 by Lighting Expert.

I have asked before about this one, and after your comments I changed it a bit and added more to it. I will show you the next part that I wrote and I hope you can give me constructive criticism. Tell me which parts you like, dislike and how to change it in detail. Oh and by saying that I am only 14, I am not fishing for compliments, just stating a fact

‘The clock ticked nine; my mum was never usually this late. I picked up my mobile and rang my mum’s number. It rang and rang and rang. I sighed, trying to keep the panic from rising. My mum was fine, and she probably left her mobile somewhere, maybe misplaced it. I decided to go and get ready for bed.
I got out the shower, listening to silence. It was scary. Deafening silence. I didn’t like it at all. I peered at the clock in the hallway, it was ten now. “Mum” I called out, breaking the silence. Nothing. I tightened the towel and made my way down the stairs. “Mum” I said it quieter this time, it was uncomfortable shouting, it wasn’t right. Downstairs was dark, not how I left it, that really creeped me out. I ran up the stairs and flung my mum’s bedroom door open, maybe she came in when I was in the shower and was so tired that she went to sleep. The room was lit by the moon, glistening through the white curtains. I looked at the bed, it was made and untouched. Panic was rising, my heart beating faster. I sprinted to my room collapsing onto my bed, fumbling for my phone which I kept under my pillow, I dialled my mum’s number again but there was still no answer. Well, maybe she had a late shift, but she would tell me wouldn’t she? Maybe she doesn’t expect me to get worried? I decided to wait until midnight, if she still wasn’t back, I would call her office. Which I could find in the yellow pages, wait…Brilliant Tyler, you genius! I skipped down the stairs again into the living room and reached for the light switch, it wouldn’t work; I pressed it up and down. Nothing. Probably a power cut, great, at least that explains how the lights mysteriously turned themselves off whilst I was in the shower. Though the lights upstairs work. I made my way in the dark and reached for the yellow pages, grabbing the thickest and hoping it was the right one. I then made my way into the kitchen and opened a cupboard to grab a torch; just in case upstairs had no light. I wasn’t scared of the dark, but it wasn’t comforting either, not when you’re by yourself at home.
I dialled the number. Nothing. It rang and rang and rang. Okay. Now this was very…Uncomfortable. I felt uneasy. How could no one answer the phone? Someone always answered the phone, usually it was the receptionist Grace, one of mums many friends. If not her it would be someone else milling around the building. Always, not once would the phone not be answered. Come to think of it, Grace always answered the phone, it was her job right? Just in case I dialled again. Nothing. I couldn’t just stay home. I kept saying to myself that maybe they too had a power cut…Wait…So the house phone just worked and the lights didn’t? Now things were getting really weird but I didn’t want to question it. I knew something was really wrong. But I still lied to my instinct, I lied that everything was okay when deep down in my gut, I knew it wasn’t. But I did however follow my instinct. I grabbed a sweater and a pair of denim shorts, grabbed my keys, slipped on shoes, and through the door. I stopped short. How do I get to the building that my mother worked in? It was all the way in town. I glanced around our street lamp lit driveway, something looked different. It took me a moment to realise what. Mum’s car was in the driveway. How was it? How did she get to work then? Lift from someone else. Or another question, what if she wasn’t at work? I could do many things right now. Get in the car and drive it even with ought a driving licence. I’m sure if I got caught they would understand that this is an emergency? My mum would understand. Or I could stay home and wait. But I knew that I couldn’t do that. Or I could call the police, but they would just say I have to wait 24 hours before they could do anything about it. I mean reporting a missing daughter, yeah but an adult who everyone knew well, an adult who was an independent women with no problems whatsoever, and adult that, takes her life one day at a time and smiles to absolutely everyone. Why would she go missing, she wouldn’t run away, and even if someone. Something had got her, they wouldn’t do much about it yet and when they do it, it could already be too late.
If my mother wasn’t in the office, then where could she be? But I knew I had to go and check, all of my instincts agreed, if not my logic, but. My logic did agree. So that was it. Decided. I clicked open the door of my mum’s white Lamborghini and…I gulped…My mum may not be so understanding if I crashed the car. I drove out of the driveway so slow that it wasn’t really driving…’

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PLZ HELP ME WHAT DO YOU THINK?

Posted on 23. Jun, 2011 by Lighting Expert.

*SOME PEOPLE SAY ITS REALLY BAD BE AS HARSH AS YOU WANT*

Prologue

The morning sun broke through the mountain landscape. The birds sang a merry rhyme as the flowers rose toward the sun. The winter frost was gone, replaced by the awaking of spring.
Deep in the Pindus Mountains was a little stone cottage where a little girl called Lolita lived with her grandfather. The little girl sat in the library. The library in fact was not at all as grand as it sounded. Dust covered each and every furniture like a blanket of snow in a winter morning. A damp smell hung in the air and limited windows forced Lolita to carry a lamp.
She opened her book of the world outside. As she read about Greece she could smell the rich smoky air and hear the bustling of the crowded street. She also read about the great heroes of the wars.
A pang of pain made her wince as it reminded her of her parent’s death. Her parents had died in a raid in a village far away. Lolita and her grandfather rarely ever spoke of her parent’s death. She had been a little child when she was left in his care after their death.
Before her dear grandfather soul left to Hades’ he was able to tell her something. Something that changed many lives in the greatest war the world had ever seen.

Chapter 1

Bitter tears strolled along her cheek and dripped of her face leaving marks upon her grandfather’s shirt. Her heart felt like it was sinking into her body and her blood pounded all over her body. Her pale skin was flushed and her eyes were red from crying.
Then after all the sorrow was wept out of her anger raged inside of her. How could he not tell her! She had a brother! Her tiny fist slammed against the oak floors and her amber hair fell over her face. She ignored the pain flaring in her fist.
She had to find her grandfather’s letter! It was garrenteed to be somewhere. As she calmed her mind down her mind clicked. Of course the only place he would hide it. She ran up the stairs the floors creaking under her in encouragement. She busted into his bedroom, opened her grandmother’s flower jewellery box. And there it was. The yellow page letter written in the same italic writing of her grandfather. She sat on the bed and opened up the envelope.

Dear Lolita

Due to you reading this letter I assume I have passed from this world into Hades’s domain. I want you to know that you are one of the few people I have been open up my heart to and love. I remember the smile the first time I looked upon you. The pleasure it gave me to see you walk on the solid oak floors with certainty. And I will always remember the love you showed me every morning as I woke up to the smell of you cooking. And I want you to know that I love you in this life and the next.
Though my heart is paining so much on the aspect on what I am going to write you must know the truth. Your dear brother is alive. I thought they were all dead but word came from Greece of a boy named Patroklos. A boy adopted by two loving people and rose until they died in a tragic accident. He was then looked after by someone called Achilles. A boy with the green eyes of your father and the brown hair of your mother. I knew then. I could not tell you. You were too young and then the time never came.
My dying wish is for you to look for him. Look for him and unite with your long lost brother. For my sake do so.

Everlasting love
Ajax

Lolita eyes stared open in shock and the letter slipped out of her hands. Her face gleamed with sweat. What would she do? She knew what needed to be done inside of her but could she. A gleam of determination gleamed in her eyes, I will find Patroklos. She vowed for her grandfather. I will!
She packed her clothes and mounted her black horse Midnight. Suddenly a great wave of pain came across her she rested her head against the soft warm mane and stroked the flanks of the horse. She stared into the trees of the forest. I will find you she whispered into the darkness of the woods and rode of.

*SOZZ I KNOW ITS REALLY LONG BUT THANX!!!!!*

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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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can you help me jump start my book agian?

Posted on 22. Mar, 2011 by Lighting Expert.

T
he rain was falling that night. He stood over her waiting for her breathing to return to normal. As soon as it did he reached down and grabbed his knife. He raised his hand, knife in grasp, and broke open the chest that held the most valuable mirror in all of England. She rolled over and coughed. He held his breath until she calmed again.
He leaned against the wall in the far corner of her bedroom and carefully opened the book. There lied his true home. The home he was brought out of against his will; a world full of hope and peace. Where man and beast live and dine together. A place where everything was perfect for him, Jinks, and his family, but now it was all gone.
He yawned and looked out the window above her bed. He hadn’t looked at the clock for a while now and had no idea what time it was. The rain started to ease and the sun was stretching well beyond the tree line in the mountains. The early morning calls of the birds outside in the old family oak slowly got louder as more and more birds joined the chorus each one singing their own song. He knew it wouldn’t be long now until sunrise, so he stood up, bent over and grabbed the book and with hushed feet slipped through the bedroom door.
He strode down the stairs and straight through the corridor. The old hound dog just raised his head to sniff the air and dropped his heavy head on the wooden floor to sleep once again. He came to the heavy wooden doors and the click of the lock echoed through the whole house. Frightened that he had awaken the members of the house, he bolted out the doors leaving them slightly open. As the sun was painting oranges and pinks on the grey canvas, he ran down the gravel drive to the wooden gate in the back garden.
He sat down on the stone bench that set just under the street lamp in the main garden. His attention was turned drawn to a growl coming from the garden shed just across the garden. He put his ear up to the shed door and heard Tim groaning to himself. He unlocked the shed door and Tim sprinted out knocking the boy over. When he regained his balance he called Tim over and gave the big dog a hug.

thats all ihave so far. im just stumped.

the plan is for the girl and her dad to go camping and she takes the mirror with her on the trip since it was onece her mothers. after dinner she hears music and grabs her bag and follows it. she stops under a tree and listens to music and takes the mirror out and gets sucked in. the boy from the beginning follows her and the mirror is left under the tree.

some must haves are: they boy and girl fall in love, the boys pet tiger has to get into some kind of life threatening trouble, and the dad goes form angry all the time to very loving and understanding.

there mnust be some kind of obsticle keeping the two lovers apart. oh, and this LOST WORLD must have fairies, fire eater and dancers, and all those mystical creatures.

pelase help me! i need some story filler ideas! and my goal is 150 pages. im not asking you to write it for me, but just to give me some more ideas.

thanks

Mandy

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Please will you read this and give me your honest opinions… I really need it?

Posted on 14. Mar, 2011 by Lighting Expert.

This is the start of my chapter 2, please tell me what you think?

Watt Crescent was a charming little street. The gardens were perfectly manicured and every house had a fence separating its self from the lane. Glasgow wasn’t well known for its picket fences and quiet streets.

Luca walked up the lane. The brick red house sat in darkness, the only source of light coming from the street lamps positioned a few feet apart. Number three, was the second house on the right. He approached it with caution, even though he knew he was invisible to the human eye when his wings were out. He couldn’t sense any immediate danger but he knew something had to be wrong or he wouldn’t have been sent here.

He slowly unlocked the gate and walked up the narrow garden path, past the close and up the steps to the front door. It was locked, of course, but Luca simply placed his hand over the doorknob and it clicked open.

Straight through the front door was a small hallway with dark wood floors and stairs covered in a deep red carpet. A strong smell of scented candles settled in Lucas’ nostrils. The owner was asleep upstairs, none the wiser to his presence and no matter how long Luca had to keep coming back here, the boy would never know. He made his way into the family room and took his position in the far corner. Now all he had to do was wait. Soon, he would be back in the comfort of his hotel bed and just in time for Catherine waking.

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Catherine lay dreaming. She always had the same dream ever since she met Luca. The dream would start off with her going into the bathroom and reaching for the door of the mirror cabinet that sat on the wall. The scissors were purposely stowed away at the back. She took the scissors and started to slash away at her wrists but no blood or cuts would appear. Catherine could sense someone there watching but she could not see them.

“Luca?” she asked aloud, “are you there?”

There would always be no reply. She always wondered why she had called and asked if it was him, it made no sense. After no reply, she would continue and every time the scissors came close to her skin she would hear a small clanking sound. She would get up from her position on the floor against the bath and look in the sink. Her Grandmothers engagement ring would be spinning just about to slip down the plug hole and she would dive to grab it and then she would wake.

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Anyone else with comically bad luck out there? And I want stories!?

Posted on 12. Nov, 2010 by Lighting Expert.

Stuff I do:
1: Tripped on one cord, and had it pull down a standing lamp a speaker, a stack of cds, a stool, a water bottle, and not to mention myself falling forward knocing over a chair and hittting my forehead on the desk and taking the mouse, keyboard and some more cds with me.
2: Get closed in a automatic door. (For some reason automatic doors don’t see me sometimes.
I’ve walked into them because they didn’t open and been closed in them several times over my life.
3: Tried to pack the trash down in one of those little trashcans with my foot. It got stuck, and while trying to get it off I fell backwards and got my butt stuck in a plastic clothes basket. When I tried to stand I slipped and slid down the stairs on the basket, turned sideways at the bottom and crashed into the front door, screaming the whole way. No one who saw it even wanted to believe it.
4: A pickup sped by within in an inch of me, going around 60mph. My keys were ripped out of my hand and run over.

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Can you give me some feedback on my 1 page story? It's called 'All right'.?

Posted on 15. Oct, 2010 by Lighting Expert.

It was cold and dark when I got home. I fumbled with frozen hands trying to get my keys out of my school shorts pocket. The tall buildings loomed over me, hiding all of the street lamp light. I pressed all of the keys into the lock before putting the last one in and being able to turn it. I stumbled into the darkness, dropped my jacket so I could close the door behind me. I felt around for the switch and flicked it on. I hoisted my school bag up onto my shoulder and continued down the hallway. I ran up the stairs and into my room, shoving my bag into my wardrobe then I pushed her photo down off my desk hoping it would break. I stormed down the stairs following my stomach’s orders. I opened the fridge and blinked in the sudden light. I hunted around for a few minutes before concluding that dinner would be soon so I pulled a carrot from the crisper and bit hard down into it in frustration.
“Bang, Bang, Bang!” went my school shoes on the wooden floorboards. I made no effort to lighten my steps. “Bang, Bang, Bang!” I continued toward the stairs. “Clunk, Clunk, Clunk!” came my carpet muffled steps. I walked into my room and slammed the door behind me, sighing as loud as I could. I looked at her photo, lying on the carpet. I sat down by it, munching on my carrot. I must have sat there for ages because when I got up my clock read 7:30pm.
“Mum!” I called into the darkness. I walked through the house flicking on all of the switches as I went, calling out to her. “Mmmuum! Where are you? You have to make dinner, remember?” I ran into the kitchen and down the hallway, tripping over my school jacket and banging hard into the door. I felt a kind of frenzy feeling building up inside me. I took a few moments to recover from the head-on collision with the front door. Then I ran outside to find that not only was it pitch black, it was raining, heavily. “Mum?” I asked the darkness “If you can hear me, I love you!”
I think I knew. From the moment she was gone, I knew. When the police came to inform me, I wasn’t surprised or shocked. I think that’s why they were so worried. I just said thanks and climbed the stairs to my bedroom. I closed the door quietly, leaning on the cool wood. Then I sat by the picture, turned it over and I cried.
“Knock, Knock, Knock!” came a noise downstairs followed by a: “Hey, it’s me. I’m here.” It was dad. I awoke to find myself pressed against the floor, hugging her photo. My face was wet and sticky with tears. I hurried to recover myself and went to the bathroom to wash my face. While I was doing this I realized that I must have cried myself to sleep. I ran back to my room to check my clock. It read: 10:47pm. I ran down to dad, who went to hug me but pulled away, suddenly exclaiming: “Ouch!” I gave him a puzzled look and he pointed to a sharp edged object that I was still clutching in my frozen arms: her photo. I looked up at him and he said: “You’ll need a coat, it’s still raining.” He got my coat and pushed me into the back seat of the car. I sat with my coat draped over me, and her picture as close to me as possible.
“Are you alright?” dad asked simply. I felt like I couldn’t open my mouth without bursting so I nodded. Closing my eyes I registered what I had just said: Yes, I’m alright. Well, I wasn’t hurt, that kind of alright, but dad meant are you hurting alright. “No,” I whispered through my closed eyes and I could feel his eyes on me, “no, I’m not alright.” He pulled the car over and jumped into the backseat with me. He put his warm, firm arms around me and said: “Me neither.” I bowed my head into his warm chest. He kissed my forehead and I pulled away. He looked at me, upset and I stared up at him indignantly. He withdrew his arms and got back into the front seat. He pulled onto the road and cried silently. I fell asleep stiff and woke up in bed stiff. I was huddled into one corner of the bed and when I woke, I stared at her photo and rocked back and forth. “No mum, I’m not alright.”

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Recurring Boy In dreams, what does this mean?

Posted on 03. Oct, 2010 by Lighting Expert.

Three nights in a row i have had weird dreams about this boy that i see in school(older than me) i’ve never spoken to him, nor do i know his name, i just see him around school often. I’m just trying to figure out what these dreams mean, because i feel it is too much of a coincidence for the boy to be in my dream for 3 nights.

1st Dream: A girl that i haven’t spoken to in years is walking with me, she runs off with another girl and leaves me waiting on these stairs(that are in a museum i’ve been to) my friends are surrounding me, but aren’t talking to me. The "boy’ is there, the girl i was walking with comes back and breaks a lamp, the glass shatters everywhere. I run to help the "boy" clean the glass, he thanks me greatly and says im the nicest girl he has ever met. I woke up.(weird, right?)
2nd Dream:I’m late to school, there’s a basketball game going on, the ball gets handed to me. I score a basket and everyone is celebrating. I get given an award. When i turn around, i can see the "boy" staring at me intensely. Everyone starts to fade away. i’m still in school but there’s a heavy storm. I look around and see my father and sister kicking a ball around in the sidelines. I run to the middle but slip. I wake up.
3rd Dream: I’m in this random house, that i have never seen(but some elements of it resembles my best friend’s house) My best friend’s parents(who look differently than they usually do) are in the kitchen making a salad.(Imagine the twilight scene,if you’ve seen the movie, when the cullen family are in the kitchen making food for Bella) The "boy" knocks on the door and comes in. My friend’s dad talks to him, but he soon disappears. I can hear the parents discussing arranged marriages. Then everything changes to the bathroom and i’m washing my hands, i look around and there are teddy bears,pillows and valentine chocolates in the bath. This girl in my class, who i don’t usually talk to is there. She holds my hands, then my friend’s mother holds my hands too. The "boy" knocks on the door, we are all startled.
I woke up.
Sorry if this long, i’m just curious and want another opinion about my dreams.

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