Why do people think Muslims don`t believe in Christ when the Quran says differently?

he Mahdi, according to majority Sunni and Shi'ite tradition, will arise at some point before the day of judgement, institute a kingdom of justice, and will in the last days fight alongside the returned Jesus against the Dajjal (Antichrist or false Messiah).

Ithna Ashari Shia sources

He was born in 868 and is still alive.

He has been in 'occultation'-that is, absent from the physical world-since the age of five years

His father is the 11th Shi'a Imam, Hasan al-Askari

His mother is Narjis, a Byzantine princess

Twelver Shia Muslims believe that the Mahdi is the 12th and last of the Shi'a Imams

Muslims identified the Antichrist as a man who will come in the end times, who will command great powers, and will be popular in his heyday but will cause havoc and spread terror around the world. He is called Al Massih Al-Dajjal. Al-Massih refers to Messiah (Arabic ??????;) and Dajjal refers to the fact of being False/Liar.

The Prophet, Allah's apostle said, "No prophet was sent but that he warned his followers against the one-eyed liar (Ad-Dajjal). Beware! He is blind in one eye, and your Lord is not so, and there will be written between his (Ad-Dajjal's) eyes (the word) Kafir (i.e., disbeliever)." (This Hadith is also quoted by Abu Huraira and Ibn 'Abbas). [Hadith - Bukhari 9.245, Narrated Anas]

... He (the Dajjal) will be a young man with twisted, cropped hair, and a blind eye. I compare him with AbdulUzza ibn Qatan. He who among you will survive to see him should recite over him the opening verses of Surah al-Kahf (xviii). He will appear on the way between Syria and Iraq and will spread mischief right and left. O servant of Allah! Adhere (to the path of Truth)... He will come to the people and invite them (to a wrong religion); they will affirm their faith in him and respond to him. He will then give a command to the sky: there will be rainfall upon the Earth and it will grow crops. Then in the evening, their pasturing animals will come to them with their humps very high, their udders full of milk and their flanks distended. He will then come to another people and invite them. But they will reject him so he will go away from them; they will have a drought and nothing will be left with them in the form of wealth. He will then walk through the desert and say to it: Bring forth your treasures. The treasures will come out and gather before him like a swarm of bees. He will then call someone in the flush of youth, strike him with the sword, cut him into two pieces and (make these pieces lie at the distance which is generally between the archer and his target. He will then call (that young man) and he will come forward laughing with his face gleaming (with happiness). It will at this very time that Allah will send Isa (The Christ/Jesus), son of Mary. He will descend at the white minaret on the eastern side of Damascus, wearing two garments lightly dyed with saffron and placing his hands on the wings of two Angels. When he lowers his head, there will fall beads of perspiration from his head, and when he raises it up, beads like pearls will scatter from it. Every non-believer who smells the odour of his body will die and his breath will reach as far as he is able to see. He will then search for him (Dajjal) until he catches hold of him at the gate of Ludd and kills him. Then a people whom Allah had protected will come to Isa, son of Mary, and he will wipe their faces and inform them of their ranks in Paradise... [Hadith - Muslim #7015, Narrated An-Nawwas ibn Sam'an]

Why do people think Muslims don`t believe in Christ when the Quran says differently?

people are not informed!

Why do people think Muslims don`t believe in Christ when the Quran says differently?

This very line says they believe Christ is coming back

very time that Allah will send Isa (The Christ/Jesus), son of Mary. He will descend at the white minaret on the eastern side of Damascus, wearing two garments lightly dyed with saffron and placing his hands on the wings of two Angels. Report It

Why do people think Muslims don`t believe in Christ when the Quran says differently?

Acknowledging His existence, as even the demons know, does not prove allegience to Him.

Why do people think Muslims don`t believe in Christ when the Quran says differently?

We know they believe in Jesus, they dont believe He is The Son of God, nor that He came to die for our sins. They think He was just a profit, not better than, and evidently less than Muhammad.

Why do people think Muslims don`t believe in Christ when the Quran says differently?

The Quran sees Jesus as one of the prophets. To believe in Jesus as Christians believe He must be accepted as God. To "believe" means more than to know that he is (or was for most of the nonbelievers here), it is to trust Him to do what the New Testament reports him as promising. TRUSTING Him. knowing that He is God and will fulfill all his words.

Thinking about writing a book about my brother. What do you think as a begining?

Letter to Tyler

Category: Writing and Poetry

I am so afraid, afraid of forgetting your smiling face, forgetting the sound of your wonderful laugh. The thought of not remembering you just sends chills down my back and just makes my heart shatter into a million pieces. It gets harder as the days go on and as the months turn into years I'm always told "you will never forget" but the memories just become fainter. I never will forget that you were my brother but I'm still scared, scared of forgetting the memories. All the memories just start to mesh into one as time goes on, to were I can only remember 3 instead of 100. Except that one鈥hat one memory, the one that just wont leave my mind鈥ike a bad record player that keeps repeating itself. The one memory of me having to see you just lay there looking like you were asleep, but not hearing the slow soft sound of your breathing or the steady beat of your chest moving up and down. The one memory of knowing you would no longer be able to smile or laugh or cry ever again. Some days that's the only memory in my mind and I cant remember any of the happier moments. You were my big bro, my go to guy, who I knew would always be there for me or be there for a laugh and a smile. Of all the memories that I could remember, I cant, all I can remember is that one, just that one day, the day were my life, my world changed indefinitely, July 12, 2003. I will always remember you and I will never forget, but I'm still afraid, afraid of forgetting everything about you, that one little freckle, that beautiful twinkle in your eye, or those natural highlights in your hair.

Four years one month and 15 days is when it happened. When mom woke up finding you laying there pale and hyperventilating . When I came into the room a minute later from hearing mom scream for help I was so scared, I couldn't handle being in there, I was scared of the way you looked of the way you were breathing, just of everything about you. I practically ran from the room. I remember daddy being on the phone, calling for the ambulance while mommy was brushing your hair with her fingers. I tried so hard to stay in the room with everyone, but it was just to hard to see you like that. I remember holding Misty while escorting the EMT's into your room. I stayed close to mom, she made me feel a little bit better. After hearing her rattle off all of your medications, they brought you out strapped to the stretcher. They told us you would be fine, the had us give you a kiss and said you would be back later. We had no idea. Daddy followed the ambulance to the hospital. Me and mommy stayed home. An hour went by, finally some news. Daddy told us that your breathing had finally calmed down and you were being brought into X-rays, he said he would call back soon. Another hour went by, mommy started to get worried, we called the hospital. Finally someone came on the phone, "How fast can you get here?" . The rest was a blur鈥creaming, crying, racing to the hospital. When we got there daddy was waiting for us outside. His face stained from tears. As they walked us into the hospital, I was confused and na茂ve I thought maybe just maybe you were still alive and you were just in a coma or something like that. As I finally walked into the room and they pulled back the curtain, I knew something just wasn't right. You looked so peaceful as if you were sleeping, but there was no breath. Still I was na茂ve, I gave you a hug, and then mom sat down next to you and held your hand. Still I couldn't stand it and I left the room, and went outside. Next thing I knew a nurse was calling for me, daddy wanted to see me. They pressed the button and the doors swung open, there was dad just standing there as if he knew I was next to walk through those door. I ran into his arms, all I could say was, "I don't want him to die, I don't want him to die." and then the words I was dreading and the ones I was denying slipped from his lips, "He's gone". The whole world started to spin and I just didn't want it to be true. How could it be true, you were my big brother and you were always suppose to be there for me. For one last time I forced myself back into the room were your body lay so peaceful鈥ou still had color in your checks. Mommy, daddy and I stood over your body with the hospitals pastor, who said a beautiful prayer for you. For the last time in my life I gave you a kiss on the forehead and a brush on the arm鈥 was to scared to give you a hug because I knew you couldn't hug back. To this day I wish I stayed longer even if it was just 5 minutes. Driving away from the hospital was the hardest thing ever. You were in my mind the whole time, just the thought of not having you as a brother was slowly breaking me down until I couldn't be broken down any more. I went into denial, I couldn't believe that you were gone, it just couldn't of been true鈥t was just a horrible nightmare, but unable to wake up. I stayed in denial the rest of the day, even though I was calling all the family to let them know you passed. Lynda flew in from North Carolina to try and help out the family, people were constantly coming over with gifts or to just clean the house. People doing dishes, people doing laundry, someone was vacuuming at one point. So many people in and out of the house, there was no time to think. That night I slept, and when I woke up in the morning you still weren't there. And the next morning and the next. As the days turned into months and months into years it never became easier that you were gone, and still 4 years later it's not any easier. I will always love you big bro and hope you are happy being free and able to do all the things you could never do. I love you.

Love,

Lil Sis

Thinking about writing a book about my brother. What do you think as a begining?

This is really poignant, and I am SO SORRY about your brother! There are some grammar problems, but I wouldn't worry about that now. Write the story from beginning to end and THEN proofread. I know people will want to read it.

Are you going to use this as a preface to your story and then have chapter one be - for instance - your earliest recollections of your big brother and each chapter going on from there? Maybe go full circle with what you've already written being the prologue as well as the ending (adding the whys at the end, too, if you know them)? Then adding an epilogue...how you are all doing in these four years since his passing? (I put these as questions, because I'd like to know. I also think that might be a good way of telling it.)

I wish you and your family the comfort you need to go on and strength, too...blessings! (Keep in mind that while memories and mental pictures may dim, your loved one will never leave your heart!)

Thinking about writing a book about my brother. What do you think as a begining?

Oh my, you brought tears to my eyes. You just have to live one day at a time, although its hard and unimaginable. You should write this book, after proof reading it can a great book and for one will buy it and read it.

Thinking about writing a book about my brother. What do you think as a begining?

Very good. Remember as much as you can, writing it down will help you remember. You might never get it published, but you'll have memories that will last you a lifetime. If you don't write it, it's lost.

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Thinking about writing a book about my brother. What do you think as a begining?

Tyler's Lil Sis, I too am sorry for your loss. My brother has died also, but he was a grown up and the loss and pain weren't as shocking as your brother's death. You have expressed yourself very well and I hope you will write your book for yourself, for Tyler, maybe even for your parents some day. I could see you really doing a book of this and I think it would be a good way to memorialize your brother's life. My relationship with Jesus Christ helps me with the death of both my brothers and my Mom. He comforts me with the pain and loneliness of not being able to see, hear or touch them again. I can't write my losses into a story because our family was very messed up and there was too much tragedy and not enough love. That's not the way it is for you and I hope that your writing will somehow ease the suffering of remembering and remove your fear of forgetting. God Bless You and Your Family, Lil Sis

How to choose a good short haircut for a girl?

I want to try something short, I'm a 14 year old girl... can't part too far to the side otherwise it looks bad, I have fine/thinish hair. It's mostly straight but has a slight wave to it, when I pull it into a ponytail some of the shorter pieces get all curly/frizzy but it looks bad if I gel it because it then shows my (semi-large) forehead too much. My hair is slightly layered but to my shoulders right now. I want something different. Any really good quizes to help find what's good or your own advice? THANKS!

How to choose a good short haircut for a girl?

This reminds me of this show where this girl had a huge forehead (which half of the time was normal sized) in an anime called Naruto (kinda fun to watch). She used to have long hair but she hacked it off while she was fighting...

Anyway, this has a lesson. I think it said that her forehead looked bigger when she tried to hide it...but it's a cartoon. Nevermind.

Hairstyles can affect a persons look, making their face look narrower, or their ears look bigger...etc. Your hair color might also affect it...

Search hairstyles to find out what compliments, or what doesn't.

How to choose a good short haircut for a girl?

girls look their best with long hair

How to choose a good short haircut for a girl?

find a salon that does virtual reality hair styles. and choose what you think is best

How to choose a good short haircut for a girl?

The razor cut is in. I think it would be real cute.

How to choose a good short haircut for a girl?

most guy dont lik grls wid short hair

How to choose a good short haircut for a girl?

Well, I'm 16, and when I was your age, I had a short(ish) haircut too. If you have a larger forhead, I suggest you get bangs, or even better---layered bangs.

Maybe you could get your hair cut shorter in layers and ask a stylist to blow out a few layers for that sort of floaty look. It's pretty cute.

Good luck with your hair =)

How to choose a good short haircut for a girl?

Hair is over rated. Do it like Sinead O'Connor, Bald is beautiful, Oh yeah!

Name ideas for a womenswar label...?

I'm a fashion student finishing my first womenswear collection, In all this time, I have never named it!

I have named specific pieces after my friends who inspired them, but I've never named the whole label.

I was told to give it a persons name, or an ironic funny name. Something that will appeal the type of girl who is my target audience, I'm going nuts, I can't think of one, and I feel like all the good names are taken!

Please help!

The type of girl I hope will wear my clothes are naturally stylish (not sheep), but easy going, cool, music, "arty" slightly boho girls...

Think "Olsens" not "Beckhams".

eg. A few of my pieces are modelled by one of my best friends, a 21 year old actress.... She's beautiful, has very long wavy dirty blonde hair, shes tiny, looks angelic, but acts like the devil. She has that "i just rolled out of bed, threw this on, and obviously i don't spend any time in front of the mirror, i just always look hot" thing about her.

PS: Not using my name!

x

Name ideas for a womenswar label...?

seeing as you just refered to your friend as angelic, why dont you go along that theme and go for something like 'cherub.'

Name ideas for a womenswar label...?

jaque(jackie) sue

SERIOUS ANSWERS ONLY!!!!! Concerning the scalp?

Let's serve up the problem first:

I have very minor dandruff; I don't get snowflake sized dandruff flakes floating around in my hair. However, when I run my fingers through my hair, I can feel that my scalp has a rather rough texture. Occasionally, I come across tiny, crusty bumps on my scalp that when removed by scratching it off (I know it sounds gross but bear with me) resemble yellowish, clearish, whitish, translucent plugs. If I periodically scratch off the tiny crusty blip, it becomes a sort-of sore scab that when picked off leaves blood. When I visually examined my scalp up close with a mirror, I saw that my scalp has an irregularly rough texture with what seems like little pieces of dandruff on the verge of falling off.

I would really appreciate if someone could tell me what is wrong with my scalp! It's very frustrating to find a shampoo that is right for me. Answerers, PLEASE give SERIOUS consideration to your response.

SERIOUS ANSWERS ONLY!!!!! Concerning the scalp?

http://www.coolnurse.com/dandruff.htm

I hope the information in the above mentioned web site might be useful.

SERIOUS ANSWERS ONLY!!!!! Concerning the scalp?

There a lot of good medicated shampoos out there, ask a pharmacist for a recommendation.. they always like to help. Personally I would see a doctor....

SERIOUS ANSWERS ONLY!!!!! Concerning the scalp?

When I was younger I had this problem. DON'T SCRATCH IT! Don't scratch any of it off at all and wash your hair frequently. As long as you don't scratch it, it will go away in time.

SERIOUS ANSWERS ONLY!!!!! Concerning the scalp?

It sounds a lot like psorias (sp?)

SERIOUS ANSWERS ONLY!!!!! Concerning the scalp?

It sounds like you have classic psoriasis. There are some good treatments available though no complete cure. See a doctor and ask for Dovonex HC. It will probably have your scalp clear in a couple of weeks and occasional use thereafter keeps it at bay too.

SERIOUS ANSWERS ONLY!!!!! Concerning the scalp?

You definitely don't have dry scalp. I recommend going to a dermatologist because definite diagnosis over the internet is impossible.

From what you describe it sounds like you have an oily scalp actually. Use a shampoo for oily hair and if you do use a conditioner only put it on the very ends. It sounds like what you have on your scalp are whiteheads and blackheads caused by excess oil and a build up of hair product, but again, I am not a dematologis and I haven't seen your scalp.

SERIOUS ANSWERS ONLY!!!!! Concerning the scalp?

1) Stop using shampoos and other hair products that contain Sodium Laureth Sulphate or Sodium Lauryl Sulfate. They are really harsh and will aggravate the scalp. Many people have a massive allergy to them and develop psoriasis-type patches of skin on their head as a side-effect. VERY IMPORTANT!

2) Stop brushing/combing your hair so hard. Those tiny little spots on your head could be where a comb/brush spike has pieced and aggravated the delicate skin on your scalp (I get those sometimes if I comb conditioner through too hard whilst my head and hair are damp). The skin then dries over, goes hard and turns into a scab.

3) Eat more nuts and make sure you're eating enough fruit and veg to make sure you don't have a vitamin deficiency that's causing the problem to continue.

4) Give yourself a regular scalp massage whilst your hair is dry- small circles around your head and then shampoo and condition afterwards.

Finally, if you're in a warm-ish country ALWAYS wear a hat in the sun.

And if none of this works, see your doctor!

SERIOUS ANSWERS ONLY!!!!! Concerning the scalp?

well we use a spray bottle with water in it and add a little bit of Listerine in it. when you wash your hair and it is wet. spray a little on your scalp and work in do this about twice a week and it will kill all the bacteria causing it. I work in a beauty shop and we till everyone to do this. Good luck

Please help? I need help?

am very heartbroken. I was head over heels in love w/ my bf. Then I cut my hair, and he started to ignore me. I asked him about it, and he said he loved me and wanted to just hang out w/ friends for a few days. I went along, and then i found out he hated my hair A LOT, and that was the ONLY reason he was ignoring me (he told this to my best friend, who is his friend 2, and my ex confirmed this wen i asked). I broke up w/ him b/c he seemed to be quite shallow (i thought he was not the least bit before), and he was getting a little mean, and insensitive... and I know this was right to do. It just hurts SO BADLY. I understand everything. There will be other guys, I deserved better, i did the right thing... but it just hurts so badly. I think I may be in denial about this, but conscious of it. Everyone thinks i am perfectly fine and happy, and don't believe me when i say I feel almost worthless and broken to pieces. How do I accept this, and move on? Thank you to any1 who read this.

Please help? I need help?

.Well your right about this guy.He is mean and shallow.if he does'nt understand,girls dress to be stylish and fashionable.For thier own pleasure and well being.Not to disappoint a so called bf.if it's any concillation lass your lucky to be rid of this control freak.Find a new guy who'll appreciate you and your style

Please help? I need help?

Just keep thinking that somewhere out there, there's someone who loves you for you, no matter what hairstyle you have, and you will find him someday. I know, that sounds sappy. Best of luck!

I have a old picture I don't know who drew it of a naked couple bottom of them made of rock bei

Well the picture is of a naked couple. The man is lower than the woman. They are holding each other. She has very long brown hair, he has short brown hair. You can see the woman's face not the mans. The bottom half of their body's looks like stone. There are little men in robes taking out pieces of rock from their body. and walking down a wood walk away from the giant couple, in compairason to the couple. The couple are standing on a rock mountain. I can also see a distant castle in the back ground. The picture is a decoupage picture on wood. No name of an artist. It looks to me to be old, maybe made in the 70's or some time close. I would love to know the story behind the picture. Sorry if my describition is hard to understand.

I have a old picture I don't know who drew it of a naked couple bottom of them made of rock being taken apart

hmmmm I dont know maybe Salvador Dali I would love to see a pic of it?

I have a old picture I don't know who drew it of a naked couple bottom of them made of rock being taken apart

yeah take a pic wth your digital cam or mobile phone and upload it or attach it in an email, you have got me keen to see it! It sounds cool! Report It

I have a old picture I don't know who drew it of a naked couple bottom of them made of rock being taken apart

I'm intrigued please do tell more.......

STUCK on Sims2 Castaway! PLEASE HELP!?

ok, i'm ready to start pulling out my hair!! i've got several tasks to do but am having a hard time getting what i need in order to do them! so, here are my questions:

where can i find the dishes/pots for preparing and cooking food? i know where the food preparation table is, but i don't have anything yet to prepare with...

also dealing with food...where can i find the vanilla for the fruit salads?

i got the broken pieces for the spade from the doctor, but when i go to the crafting table near my shelter, it won't allow me to make/fix the spade. i've tried several times and double checked to make sure i had the two pieces but still no luck! help?

finally, how do you get all the bugs under the rock squashed in order to get the other colors needed? i keep trying but i don't seem to be fast enough!

thanks in advance for the help!

STUCK on Sims2 Castaway! PLEASE HELP!?

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Read the first bit of a short story, please? I know it's not edgy, but it's near and dear

On a snowy Saturday morning a week later, Millie watched as a Volvo which had seen better days parked in one of the six spaces in front of the diner. Her twelve customers watched too. They squirmed uncomfortably when they got a good look at him. In dress trousers and shirt, with a crooked tie and horn rims he looked like the Jehovah鈥檚 Witnesses who turned up occasionally in search of lost souls. Abenaki didn鈥檛 have a great deal of souls, period. The ones there were were generally sensible Scotch-Irish Protestants or French Canadian Catholics, and the Rosenbergs, who were Jewish and both Dartmouth professors. Talk of religion tended to make patrons at the Abenaki Diner stare into their coffee and shake open their newspapers. The diner remained an island of polite conversation, meaning your wife and kids, the weather and Those Red Sox.

As it turned out they needn鈥檛 have worried. Once he got close enough they could see that he wore a blue and red Callahan button. The door-to-door missionaries didn鈥檛 care much for Callahan. The young man who probably was not a Jehovah鈥檚 Witness but was definitely a Democrat was Patrick Hart, and it would have amused him if he鈥檇 known what he鈥檇 been mistaken for. Patrick had been born and bred in Berkeley, which said enough to most New Englanders, and was fresh from NYU with a degree in Political Science in his suitcase, and the suspicion that it was probably useless rattling around in his head. Hart liked to think he was somebody with convictions, and though, like most people, he could only name one or two things he was really sure of, one of them was always that you should never Waste Your Abilities.

It was something his grandfather had expounded upon every time they went to Ohio for Christmas. Jack and Suzanne Hart were Wasting Their Abilities raising their children out there among potheads and vegetarians. They ought to come back here, his grandfather said, to Cleveland, get "real jobs"- the Harts were both teachers- buy a proper house, start feeding their kids Wonder Bread, get Patrick signed up for the football team... the list went on. Jack and Suzanne had gone right on Wasting Their Abilities in California, but something about those words about wasting your abilities had lodged deep in Patrick's brain, never to be entirely forgotten.

So, he thought, slamming the door of the car harder than was necessary, instead of wasting my abilities in New York or California, I had to sign on with Callahan and get sent here. I'm not wasting my abilities, but I'm certainly not getting paid much for them either. It was horribly cold, worse than New York ever was. He wished he had a real coat. But mostly he thought about how badly he needed a cigarette. It had been two weeks and four days since he'd quit, but there were three dusty Camels in the glove box. Patrick shoved several pieces of Niccorette in his mouth instead, made a conscious effort to look purposeful, and strode towards the Abenaki Diner.

The twelve patrons of the Abenaki diner swiveled in their chairs and craned their necks over the booths to get a better look at Patrick. Patrick found sixteen pairs of eyes - the twelve customers, Millie, Janet, Beth the weekend waitress and Ryan- gazing at him in semi-polite curiosity, as though waiting for him to explain himself. He Janet finally took pity on the poor kid badly in need of a shave and a decent coat, and said, "Looking for someone, honey?" Patrick came from the America were waitresses don't call people "honey" anymore, and it took him several seconds to realize that she was talking to him.

"I'm looking for the Callahan headquarters, please," he said.

"That's it," Janet said, nodding towards the farthest booth.

By now, a fortyish man with a profusion of graying red hair and a look about the eyes which suggested that he hadn't slept properly in several days had spotted Patrick and had begun to walk towards him

"Lou Ahern, I鈥檓 managing this branch of the campaign. Welcome aboard,鈥?he said, shaking Patrick's hand and dragging him toward the booth.

鈥楾his is Anna Goss,鈥? He pointed to a smartly dressed woman of about fifty. 鈥淪he runs the New Hampshire campaign, and these three,鈥?he gestured, 鈥渁re our local volunteers. This is Hank Atkinson,鈥?Hank wore a flannel hunting jacket and a knit cap pulled down over his ears, though it was easily eighty degrees in the diner, 鈥淗elen Duchamp,鈥?somebody鈥檚 grandmother, with a cup of Lipton鈥檚 pressed between her beringed hands, 鈥渁nd Danny McAllister,鈥?Danny was easily a head taller than anyone else in the diner, and wore a T-shirt emblazoned with 鈥淢otorcycle Weekend, 1992鈥? under a Day-glo orange vest.

鈥淧ay attention,鈥?Lou was saying, as Patrick absorbed all of this. 鈥淭hese people have been doing this since before you were born. Maybe before your parents were born. How old are you anyway, twelve?鈥?br> Patrick tried to give him a 鈥渄on鈥檛-mess-with-me, pal鈥?look, but only succeeded in looking like he was trying to see something very far away.

Lou frowned at him bemusedly. 鈥淚 think maybe you need some breakfast. I鈥檒l be back.鈥?br> Millie and Janet watched from behind the counter, coffee pots resting on their aproned hips, thoroughly amused. Ryan sat nearby, zooming his Hotwheels across the countertop, leaving sticky tire tracks of syrup. He liked Saturdays. He and Janet were both early risers, unlike the rest of the family, and on Saturday mornings his grandmother would pick him up and he would go with her to open the diner. Ryan鈥檚 job was to fill the napkin dispensers and to flip the 鈥淐losed鈥?sign over to the 鈥淥pen鈥?side. He always had the silver dollar pancakes, with which Janet always made him drink milk, but Millie sometimes gave him a root beer too. It was a nice feeling to sit in the diner drinking root beer at seven in the morning, washing down a platter of pancakes, and watching as the town woke up.

This Saturday was an especially fine one, because it was a Saturday in Primary season. There was a rally at the grange hall tonight, which usually meant free stuff. He still had two Frisbees, a coffee mug, a water bottle and an assortment of T-shirts and bumper stickers left from the last election. He had only been four years old, but remembered clearly a great deal of free lollipops and chocolate chip cookies. Ryan was an independent. He helped himself to all the paraphernalia he wanted, and in return stood beside the candidates, Democrat and Republican alike, and smiled for the cameras. He felt it was the least he could do.

Lou Ahern had Beth bring another round of coffee and a large stack of toast to the Callahan volunteers. He himself waved Janet over to the counter.

鈥淗ow long to you give him?鈥?he said, nodding towards the booth.

Janet regarded Patrick thoughtfully.

鈥淭hree weeks.鈥?br> 鈥淚 give him two.鈥?br> 鈥淭wenty buck says he lasts three,鈥?Janet said, competition edging into her voice.

鈥淵ou鈥檙e on- Millie, d鈥檡ou want in on this?鈥?br> Millie thought a minute, studied Patrick for a good thirty seconds and then took a twenty from the till and slapped it on the counter with reckless finality that was unlike her.

鈥淎nd when do you give him 鈥榯il?鈥?Lou wanted to know, noting down the bets down on a napkin.

鈥淢arch 11th.鈥?br> 鈥淭hat鈥檚 the primary. Millie, are you out of your mind? You can tell to look at him he won鈥檛 last that long.鈥?br> 鈥淲ell, I say he will.鈥?Millie said firmly.

鈥淚t鈥檚 your money. Young Mr. McAllister,鈥?He turned to Ryan, 鈥淲e鈥檒l make you our bookie. We need you to hold the money for us, and this too,鈥?he handed him the napkin. Janet found a coffee can, and the four of them shook hands solemnly. Ryan placed the sixty dollars and the napkin reverentially in the can and went off to hide it in the back of the diner.

Earlier on this same morning Ana Murillo woke to find the town of Durham, and her car, buried in eight inches of snow. She groaned miserably. If she had her way she would have slept in until eleven and dealt with the snow once the sun had had time to deal with the worst of it. There was no time for that this morning. She was supposed to be in Abenaki at nine-thirty, and the alarm clock said seven-ten. She tugged on jeans over her flannel pajama bottoms, and rag wool socks, a Wildcats sweatshirt, boots, a ski parka, hat and gloves. She clomped down the stairs, grabbed a shovel and set to work.

It was eight-fifteen before the driveway was cleared and her car dug out. One of Ana鈥檚 two roommates, Jessie, arrived back from cross country skiing, annoyingly perky and impossibly athletic as usual.

鈥淚鈥檝e got my cardio up for the day,鈥?she chirped, 鈥淚 did nine miles. The snow is fantastic.鈥?br> 鈥淵eah, fantastic.鈥?Ana muttered as Jessie, gratingly blonde and pink-cheeked, bounced off.

It was almost too cold for snow: channel nine declared highs of three degrees. Ana showered, dressed and swallowed a cup of coffee by way of breakfast. Her damp hair was frozen into crunchy strands by the time she reached the car, and she sat in the driveway for several minutes waiting for the engine to warm up. Ana suspected that this was the last winter the little Civic would survive. When at last she pulled out she fell into procession right behind the snowplow, plodding stoically along at five miles an hour.

She grasped the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles turned white.

鈥淒amn you!鈥?Ana yelled at the snowplow, as it filled her fender with sand. She flipped on the radio and tried to do the Zen breathing exercises Jessie had made everyone do during finals last year. It wasn鈥檛 working.

Read the first bit of a short story, please? I know it's not edgy, but it's near and dear to me. It's cute

Jehovah's Witnesses are not "looking for lost souls". They are obeying Jesus explicit commands. Really, everyone who respects and obeys Jesus Christ goes from door to door to teach his neighbors about the Bible's good news. It is interesting that only Jehovah's Witnesses are so clearly identified with the preaching work; globally more than 6 million preach publicly each month.

(Matthew 28:19,20) Go therefore and make disciples of people of all the nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the holy spirit, teaching them to observe all the things I have commanded you.

(Acts 5:42) Every day in the temple and from house to house they continued without letup teaching and declaring the good news about the Christ, Jesus.

(Acts 20:20) I did not hold back ...from teaching you publicly and from house to house

It's sad when someone who claims to respect the bible actually insults or even advocates attacking a peaceful preacher. Sad but completely expected.

(2 Timothy 4:3-5) For there will be a period of time when they will not put up with the healthful teaching... You, though, keep your senses in all things, suffer evil, do the work of an evangelizer, fully accomplish your ministry.

Really, if someone goes out of their way to disregard Christian preachers and preaching, what is he saying about himself?

(Luke 10:1-17) After these things the Lord designated seventy others and sent them forth by twos... 鈥淗e that listens to you listens to me too. And he that disregards you disregards me too. Moreover, he that disregards me disregards also him that sent me forth.鈥?br>

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Read the first bit of a short story, please? I know it's not edgy, but it's near and dear to me. It's cute

Good read... thanks!

Read the first bit of a short story, please? I know it's not edgy, but it's near and dear to me. It's cute

I'm sorry, but I just wasn't interested. It seems like your writing style is a bit too straightforward and almost blunt. Try being a little more descriptive, leaving a little more to the imagination. Honestly, your first sentence is awful. It doesn't draw the reader in. Start with something that will really make your reader think, then jump into the story.

I feel like it's missing something. Rewrite and try again?

Your plot is decent. A little hard to follow, but I'm sure it will connect with certain readers. Your characters, I must say, are very good and quite vivid. That was definitely the best thing about this piece. I felt like I was starting to get to know them.

It felt like you jumped from subject to subject a little. But that's not necessarily a bad thing. Maybe if you slowed down the pace a little it would be easier to see where all this is going.

All in all, I would give it a B-. That is, if I were grading it. There are definitely good parts, but overall it needs a lot of work. Try a brutal rewrite and go from there.

Good luck!

Read the first bit of a short story, please? I know it's not edgy, but it's near and dear to me. It's cute

Hi, just some technical help.

We Jehovah's Witnesses are not looking for lost souls.

We would never wish to disrupt a person's lively hood.

We are politically neutral. I "voted" for Jehovah as my leader when I dedicated my life as one of Jehovah's Witnesses. My point is we are neither democrats nor republican.

As far is the story it stretched on somewhat. You are good at creating mental images. I think you just need to speed things along a bit, turn it from a story creating mental images, to a story that creates mental movies.

PS I find it interesting when people use my religion in their stories. It is a reminder that we are everywhere. I just ask that if you put us or references to us in your stories you do a little background research.

Tattoo... cant decide?

I currently have 11 tattoos, I LOVE my ink! I have won awards for my tats. I have long wanted a back piece but my husband is dead set against it. I have finally said to heck with it. I WANT MY INK! I will compromise and get it on my calf.. I have grape and greek theme tats. I want either a large face of bacchus with grapes, leaves and rams horns or the head/bust a beautifull woman with her grapes and such all in her hair! I love both! I may well get one on the back of my leg and one on the front at a later time.. I just cant decide wihich one to do 1st.. on the back of my leg.

Ultimately it will be my choice I know... I will take both to my artist and get his input as well. I was just wonder what other ink junkies think. femanine and soft (female bust) or bold and powerfull (Bacchus face). I personally think the rams horns are kicking! Thanx

my artist is www.eastdaytontattoo.com

Glen Friesen NTA ppls choice/artist choice BESTblk/gry back pieces 3 years running!

Tattoo... cant decide?

Well I have a sh** load of tats as well. And Bacchus, to me, is the obvious choice. Like you said it's up to you, but I gave you my choice and hope you pick it. Maybe send a pic after you get it. Sounds awesome though.

How do I protect my child from my attacker.?

I have a parent who used to delight in dehumanising me. She would drag me around by my hair, hit me in the face, and throw objects, like dishes at me. When I was fourteen, she assaulted me while I was taking a shower, and dragged me outside by my hair, wearing nothing but a towel. She would have major temper tantrums, one time she threw herself on the floor and started screaming, another time she picked up her plate in the middle of dinner, and smashed it in to pieces on the table. She told me that the only reason that she didn't kill me was because she didn't know how to get away with it. She would call me special names like pathetic, and then tell me that "I" was a terrible person. I now have a 4 year old daughter who is going to school in September. My "Mother" works for the school division. So far, I've been able to keep my attacker away from my child, but she once went to my wife's work, and told her that once my child is in school, she's going to "talk" to her. What do I do?

How do I protect my child from my attacker.?

i would suggest moving to a different school district...

or have a restraining order put on her so she cant come around your daughter...

How do I protect my child from my attacker.?

Put your child in a different school. Move if you have to. Just because someone reproduces doesn't mean they are capable of parenting. What scares me is that your mother works around children.

How do I protect my child from my attacker.?

Wow. You can always file a restraining order and talk with the school principal explaining the situation. I would also talk with your child, explain what this woman looks like (show her a picture if possible) and have your child tell you immediately if this lady ever confronts her.

Im confused with your post.. is that one of your parents?

How do I protect my child from my attacker.?

File a restraining order. then she should not be able to come close within certain distance to your child. Usually that is far enough where she would not be able to talk to her.

I am sorry for has happened to you and your "mother" deserves not to talk to her child.

Good Luck.

How do I protect my child from my attacker.?

put ur child in a different school

put a restraining order on ur mom, %26amp; call the cops if she does anything innapropriate

she may ave a mental problem, so try 2 distance urself from her, or maybe move away %26amp; dont let her find u?

she could b very dangerous

good luck %26amp; God bless!

- baylee :-)

How do I protect my child from my attacker.?

Why do you have this attacker? You need to call the police or move away. This is not okay. As for your daughter, change her schools and make sure your attacker has no idea. This is scary bussiness, on the first day of school go with her and make sure nothing happens. Tell the principal, teacher, supervisors, and other people about your worry and make sure they keep a close eye on your daughter. But you still need to get rid of this attacker, and when you do be extra careful she can not trace you and assault you.

How do I protect my child from my attacker.?

OMG. I can relate to your fear. I was abused by my mother and have been fearful about her wanting to know my children. For us it is easier, we live in a different state. Perhaps it is time to move or at the very least get your daughter transfered to a different school or home schooled. I don't think you can get a a restraining order if her abuse was never reported, but I could be wrong. Basically though in most states, grandparents have no rights to visitation. Better check this out too and see what the laws are in your state. Good luck.

How do I protect my child from my attacker.?

move to a different state and keep ur identity out of public places like the phone book or any other way she can track you down.

How do I protect my child from my attacker.?

I would go to the principal of your child's school and explain the situation and tell him under NO circumstances is your mother to be around your child. As a matter of fact, your wife should go with you so you can present a "united front". And when your child starts school. talk to her teacher and tell her the same thing. This is a situation you will have to monitor on a daily basis. You might even look into talking to a lawyer and taking out a restraining order. Or putting your kid in a private school. I moved 1200 miles away from home to keep my kids away from the family who hurt me, I know how you feel. Good luck.

How do I protect my child from my attacker.?

File a restraining order and put your child in a different school.

I would also call the school division or tell the headteacher about her. She really shouldn't be working with kids.

How do I protect my child from my attacker.?

I'm sorry all of this happened to you. I would talk to the powers that be and have your child moved. Discuss the situation.

How do I protect my child from my attacker.?

You say she works for the school division.

I am not sure if you mean her school or her district. If it is her school, is it possible to move her to another?

If not, talk to your childs principal/vice prinicipal/counselor and they should be able to put something in place so that she is not able to take your daughter out of class to "talk" to her.

You may also want to request that her teacher or security guard always walk her to her bus or arrange that you pick her up in school.

(A woman like her shouldn't even be near a child or working for a system that is supposed to see to their well being)

If she still attempts to get close to your daughter, you may need to get a restraining order in place and contact her superior. Just to be safe, start documenting everything right now.

Good luck and my apologies for what you had to endure.

How do I protect my child from my attacker.?

Wow, I can't imagine that chilldhood =[. Put your child in another school, anywhere away from that monster.

Formal Hairstyles...?

I'm going to a winterball next week and I'm trying to find pictures to show my hairdresser, but I can't find any good ones. I have long brown hair with side swept bangs. I really wanted to wear it long and curly, with pieces pulled back. I really like some of Carrie Underwood's hairstyles but I'm finding zero good pictures. Please help!

Formal Hairstyles...?

1. http://t0.ca/media/photos/3229/73213/ame...

2. http://www.freewebs.com/dancing4free/car...

3. http://www.nucountry.com.au/images/artis...

4. http://www.carrieunderwood-fan.info/wp-c...

5. http://www.rickey.org/blog/images/2006/0...

6. http://www.makeherup.com/wp-content/uplo...

7. (best one in my opinion)

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Which one of these are your favorite way to be annoying??? Star If You Like!!!?

I know stars don't give points. Just let me know which one is your favorite!!!

101 Ways To Be Annoying

1. Sing the Batman theme incessantly.

2. In the memo field of all your checks, write "for sensual massage."

3. Specify that your drive-through order is "to go."

4. Learn Morse code, and have conversations with friends in public consisting

entirely of "Beeeep Bip Bip Beeeep Bip..."

5. If you have a glass eye, tap on it occasionally with your pen while

talking to others.

6. Amuse yourself for endless hours by hooking a camcorder to your TV and

then pointing it at the screen.

7. Speak only in a "robot" voice.

8. Push all the flat Lego pieces together tightly.

9. Start each meal by conspicuously licking all your food, and announce that

this is so no one will "swipe your grub."

10. Leave the copy machine set to reduce 200%, extra dark, 17 inch paper, 99

copies.

11. Stomp on little plastic ketchup packets.

12. Sniffle incessantly.

13. Leave your turn signal on for fifty miles.

14. Name your dog "Dog."

15. Insist on keeping your car windshield wipers running in all weather

conditions "to keep them tuned up."

16. Reply to everything someone says with "that's what YOU think."

17. Claim that you must always wear a bicycle helmet as part of your

"astronaut training."

18. Declare your apartment an independent nation, and sue your neighbors

upstairs for "violating your airspace."

19. Forget the punchline to a long joke, but assure the listener it was a

"real hoot."

20. Follow a few paces behind someone, spraying everything they touch with a

can of Lysol.

21. Practice making fax and modem noises.

22. Highlight irrelevant information in scientific papers and "cc:" them to

your boss.

23. Make beeping noises when a large person backs up.

24. Invent nonsense computer jargon in conversations, and see if people play

along to avoid the appearance of ignorance.

25. Erect an elaborate network of ropes in your backyard, and tell the

neighbors you are a "spider person."

26. Finish all your sentences with the words "in accordance with prophesy."

27. Wear a special hip holster for your remote control.

28. Do not add any inflection to the end of your sentences, producing awkward

silences with the impression that you'll be saying more any moment.

29. Signal that a conversation is over by clamping your hands over your ears.

30. Disassemble your pen and "accidentally" flip the ink cartridge across the

room.

31. Give a play-by-play account of a person's every action in a nasal Howard

Cosell voice.

32. Holler random numbers while someone is counting.

33. Adjust the tint on your TV so that all the people are green, and insist

to others that you "like it that way."

34. Drum on every available surface.

35. Staple papers in the middle of the page.

36. Ask 1-800 operators for dates.

37. Produce a rental video consisting entirely of dire FBI copyright

warnings.

38. Sew anti-theft detector strips into people's backpacks.

39. Hide dairy products in inaccessible places.

40. Write the surprise ending to a novel on its first page.

41. Set alarms for random times.

42. Order a side of pork rinds with your filet mignon.

43. Instead of Gallo, serve Night Train next Thanksgiving.

44. Publicly investigate just how slowly you can make a "croaking" noise.

45. Honk and wave to strangers.

46. Dress only in clothes colored Hunter's Orange.

47. Change channels five minutes before the end of every show.

48. Tape pieces of "Sweating to the Oldies" over climactic parts of rental

movies.

49. Wear your pants backwards.

50. Decline to be seated at a restaurant, and simply eat their complimentary

mints by the cash register.

51. Begin all your sentences with "ooh la la!"

52. ONLY TYPE IN UPPERCASE.

53. only type in lowercase.

54. dont use any punctuation either

55. Buy a large quantity of orange traffic cones and reroute whole streets.

56. Pay for your dinner with pennies.

57. Tie jingle bells to all your clothes.

58. Repeat everything someone says, as a question.

59. Write "X - BURIED TREASURE" in random spots on all of someone's roadmaps.

60. Inform everyone you meet of your personal Kennedy assassination/UFO/ O.J.

Simpson conspiracy theories.

61. Repeat the following conversation a dozen times: "Do you hear that?"

"What?" "Never mind, it's gone now."

62. Light road flares on a birthday cake.

63. Wander around a restaurant, asking other diners for their parsley.

64. Leave tips in Bolivian currency.

65. Demand that everyone address you as "Conquistador."

66. At the laundromat, use one dryer for each of your socks.

67. When Christmas caroling, sing "Jingle Bells, Batman smells" until

physically restrained.

68. Wear a cape that says "Magnificent One."

69. As much as possible, skip rather than walk.

70. Stand over someone's shoulder, mumbling, as they read.

71. Pretend your computer's mouse is a CB radio, and talk to it.

72. Try playing the William Tell Overture by tapping on the bottom of your

chin. When nearly done, announce "no, wait, I messed it up," and repeat.

73. Drive half a block.

74. Inform others that they exist only in your imagination.

75. Ask people what gender they are.

76. Lick the filling out of all the Oreos, and place the cookie parts back in

the tray.

77. Cultivate a Norwegian accent. If Norwegian, affect a Southern drawl.

78. Routinely handcuff yourself to furniture, informing the curious that you

don't want to fall off "in case the big one comes."

79. Deliberately hum songs that will remain lodged in co-workers' brains,

such as "Feliz Navidad," the Archies' "Sugar" or the Mr. Rogers theme song.

80. While making presentations, occasionally bob your head like a parakeet.

81. Lie obviously about trivial things such as the time of day.

82. Leave your Christmas lights up and lit until September.

83. Change your name to "John Aaaaasmith" for the great glory of being first

in the phone book. Claim it's a Hawaiian name, and demand that people

pronounce each "a."

84. Sit in your front yard pointing a hair dryer at passing cars to see if

they slow down.

85. Chew on pens that you've borrowed.

86. Wear a LOT of cologne.

87. Listen to 33rpm records at 45rpm speed, and claim the faster speed is

necessary because of your "superior mental processing."

88. Sing along at the opera.

89. Mow your lawn with scissors.

90. At a golf tournament, chant "swing-batabatabata-suhWING-batter!"

91. Ask the waitress for an extra seat for your "imaginary friend."

92. Go to a poetry recital and ask why each poem doesn't rhyme.

93. Ask your co-workers mysterious questions, and then scribble their answers

in a notebook. Mutter something about "psychological profiles."

94. Stare at static on the TV and claim you can see a "magic picture."

95. Select the same song on the jukebox fifty times.

96. Never make eye contact.

97. Never break eye contact.

98. Construct elaborate "crop circles" in your front lawn.

99. Construct your own pretend "tricorder," and "scan" people with it,

announcing the results.

100. Make appointments for the 31st of September.

101. Invite lots of people to other people's parties.

Which one of these are your favorite way to be annoying??? Star If You Like!!!?

I've done 3, 32, 34, and 45.... you don't need to learn Morse Code to do 4....before there was high speed Internet I would make the sound of modems handshaking....and i would say to people after they said something "that was easy for you to say"

here is another one....continually do the music and the hi ho silver away from the lone ranger (think the music is the William Tell overture)

Which one of these are your favorite way to be annoying??? Star If You Like!!!?

i didnt read all the ways but i like 85!

Which one of these are your favorite way to be annoying??? Star If You Like!!!?

1, 6,7 17, 35, 85

Which one of these are your favorite way to be annoying??? Star If You Like!!!?

it's got to be #68

Which one of these are your favorite way to be annoying??? Star If You Like!!!?

Lemme think..

102. Make an incredibly long list of annoying things to do so people can read it and try for themselves.

j/k.. I like them all!

Which one of these are your favorite way to be annoying??? Star If You Like!!!?

ummm... id say #1, juz because when i wanna annoy someone that's what i do... but any of the other ones would annoy the hell out of me...

Which one of these are your favorite way to be annoying??? Star If You Like!!!?

Im going to print this and do all of them tommorow one at a time!!!

This was sooooo hilarious by the way.

Which one of these are your favorite way to be annoying??? Star If You Like!!!?

You just gave me a 101 GREAT IDEAS!!!

THANKS!!!

Hey this may be intersting..........?

BEFORE YOU READ THIS YOU ALL LEAVE MY BILLY 2 ALONE HE MINE WE HAVE CHILREN!Unbeknownst to the modern world, the Triforce actually exists. Unlike The Legend of Zelda, however, the pieces of the Triforce are named the Triforce of Vin Diesel, the Triforce of Mr. T, and the Triforce of Chuck Norris, all held by Vin Diesel, Mr. T, and Chuck Norris, respectively. If all the pieces of the Triforce come together, there will come a power the universe has never seen. The reason the Triforce hasn't been united today lies in three simple facts: Chuck Norris thinks mohawks are gay, Mr. T thinks beards are gay, and that Vin Diesel thinks hair in general is gay.

Hey this may be intersting..........?

was that before or after we painted the zebra purple?

Hey this may be intersting..........?

Your question is.......

Hey this may be intersting..........?

After reading this post I think I should have gone for you, not for Uncle Bi閳?br>Hey this may be intersting..........?

whatever

What should I cosplay as?

I'm about 5'4", pale, green-eyed, and thin. My hair is dark auburn just past the shoulders with Rihanna-esque bangs. I have a lot of black clothes and my BFF has two kimonos that I could borrow. I don't want to wear a wig, and I want to keep the pieces that I make to a minimum (I suck at sewing). However, I am willing to use spray dye on my hair. Ideas, anyone?

What should I cosplay as?

Could probably pull off a pretty good Shana from Shakugan no Shana

Formal Hairstyles...?

I'm going to a winterball next week and I'm trying to find pictures to show my hairdresser, but I can't find any good ones. I have long brown hair with side swept bangs. I really wanted to wear it long and curly, with pieces pulled back. I really like some of Carrie Underwood's hairstyles but I'm finding zero good pictures. Please help!

Formal Hairstyles...?

1. http://t0.ca/media/photos/3229/73213/ame...

2. http://www.freewebs.com/dancing4free/car...

3. http://www.nucountry.com.au/images/artis...

4. http://www.carrieunderwood-fan.info/wp-c...

5. http://www.rickey.org/blog/images/2006/0...

6. http://www.makeherup.com/wp-content/uplo...

7. (best one in my opinion)

http://www.ruggedelegantliving.com/a/ima...

hope this helps :)

Formal Hairstyles...?

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Frizzy wet looking thin bangs?

I had hair damage and my hair is now growing back in with my natural curl, but it is half straight, half curly, in layers and frizzes/fuzzes easily because it is still too short to pull the frizz out with weight from the length. It's in the HORRID in between stage. The bangs look okay after curling and spraying in the a.m. but soon separate into wavy pieces of doo doo looking crap that looks wet. Maybe I should just style them away from my face totally and let my pitiful receding hairline show. Are there frizz/fuzz proof products out there for fine thin fuzzy cotton candy textured hair that don't weigh it down???

Frizzy wet looking thin bangs?

although my hair is pin straight i had trouble with frizz i let it grow to all one length and poof frizz was gone

Frizzy wet looking thin bangs?

it sounds to me like your forehead is just greasy...That used to happen to me...Style them AWAY for your face!

Would this look good (details & pic inside)?

This is the hairstyle I'm thinking about:

http://s181.photobucket.com/albums/x187/...

My hair is naturally dirty blonde, and I was thinking of getting my hair cut like this and adding red highlights (not all-over color, just streaks or chunky pieces of red).

What do you think? 閳?br>Would this look good (details %26amp; pic inside)?

I think red would be great! I favor red because I'm a red head too.

Try applying the red with a tempary color first. If you go permanent, it might be too dark over your blonde, plus add a clear glaze over your blonde, it would be weird to see shiny bright red mixed up with dull blonde hair. There will be a difference between colored hair and virgin hair

(the shine)

Would this look good (details %26amp; pic inside)?

thats soooo cute!

Would this look good (details %26amp; pic inside)?

The hairstyle might be cute but it really depends on the face shape you have. Also I would pass on the red streaks because red does not compliment dirty blonde hair a pink or blue would be a better choice.....

Would this look good (details %26amp; pic inside)?

its ok ! but i dont like it to much .....

but its what u want not me so if you like it go withe it i thik its too short..........but i like the idea of red streaks, but that dose not go with blond hear so i think pink would look beter...and also The hairstyle might be cute but it depends on the shape of the face you have.

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Would this look good (details %26amp; pic inside)?

That Would Look So Great! %26amp; It's Not Common, It's Wild, Difference, %26amp; Awesome! GO FOR IT GURRRL! =]

Would this look good (details %26amp; pic inside)?

i think i would be cute on you but instead of keeping it blonde color your hair jet black and then the red streaks would look gud wit the jet black

Would this look good (details %26amp; pic inside)?

I like it alot :)

I wrote a story Earlier and all of you loved it! So, here's some more! Do you like the revised

PREFACE

I focused on nothing but the rheumatic pattern of my breathing. In and out. Inhale and exhale. I was vastly petrified. He walked toward me with a shady smile on his face. I awaited agony and pain.

There was no warmth or bliss. The caring features vanished and turned into harsh, cold structures. How terribly I grieved to be safe in his arms. In his arms. I knew that he was gone as much as I knew that this would be hurtful. He took a step forward balancing all of his weight on one foot and smiled in the way that made me cringe, then, he lunged.

Chapter One

Acquaintance

Sixteen.

Perfect age, right. Wrong. This is when everything starts to change. Especially for me. Feelings are more sensitive. Sensitive. I really wished that word didn鈥檛 exist. It hurts. I used to be sensitive.

But, that was before I knew. Before I knew the truth. We鈥檒l get to that later.

The alarm clock went off and I rose up in my bed. At first I had to think. Where am I? I remembered. Lushe. I just moved from Florida to an old, deserted Indian town called Lushe. How much I long to be back in Florida with my sister Carol. We had it great in Florida. Beaching it every day. We were inseparable. Many people don鈥檛 get to have that kind of relationship with their sisters. Then Dad had to step into the perfect picture. It鈥檚 like he just took the picture, ripped it into tons of little pieces, threw it on the ground, and stomped on it.

Dad thought that it would be great if I spent a little time with him and Grandpapa Frank. After Mom died I do have to say that I鈥檝e been moping, but I was doing just fine with Carol. Now, I鈥檓 moping more than ever.

I got up from the bed and put on my bunny slippers. This is going to be a long day. I raced down the stairs and opened the pantry. I got out some eggs, milk and flour. As soon as I poured them in a bowl, Dad came in.

鈥淒id you sleep well? I heard you tossing and turning all night.鈥?he said with a worried look on his face.

鈥淵eah, I鈥檓 fine,鈥?I said. 鈥渏ust a bad dream.鈥?

鈥淥h, okay. Well, can you make me a muffin too. I鈥檓 starving.鈥?he threw in there. He walked out of the room.

鈥淚鈥檓 making pancakes.鈥?I shouted back.

鈥淵eah, right. Okay.鈥?he replied. I suppose he just wanted something to eat.

鈥淐鈥檓on Maria, it鈥檚 not gonna be that bad! You鈥檒l have fun! Meet some new people, you need to have some fun. You鈥檝e been so鈥?.鈥?my Dad paused at that, 鈥渟o鈥︹€?mopey.鈥?br> 鈥淚鈥檝e not been mopey!鈥?I shouted. I think that I shouted a little too sharply.

鈥淕et in the car.鈥?he said. I had said it too sharply. My Dad and I were on our way to my new school. The first day of school. Maybe school would be sanctuary. Maybe Dad wouldn鈥檛 be around every corner offering me cookies and milk and comforting and those dreaded bear hugs. Maybe, just maybe I could find some real friends. Friends that weren鈥檛 in my immediate family or were from the animal race.

I reached for the radio button, but he touched the back of my hand, signaling that he wasn鈥檛 in the mood. Or I had made him too angry.

We drove past some trees and dusty buildings. My dad really did live in a dump. We passed so many shattered things. Imagine a ghost town and it was worse than that. One of the log cabins that we passed, we stopped at. It was really little. One door that was on the side and two or three windows on the back. I wondered why not in the front. Were they trying to keep the sunlight out?

I was awoken from my thought from a deep, husky voice.

鈥淲ell, hello! Long time no see! I鈥檝e been waiting to see you since you was a little young鈥檜n.鈥?it said.

The windows were so tinted that I had to roll down my window to get a look. I reached for the handle and twisted it downward. There stood an old man, he was much shorter than I was. In fact, he was probably shorter than a seven or an eight year old. Then I noticed why, he was in a wheelchair.

鈥淲hat鈥檚 this young鈥檜n鈥檚 name again Bill?鈥?he asked my Dad.

My dad smiled at me and then at the old man. 鈥淚t鈥檚 Maria Dad.鈥?

鈥淒ad?鈥?I asked my Father.

鈥淗oney, this is your Grandpapa Frank. You鈥檒l be spending time with him a bit.鈥?

I was so shocked that I didn鈥檛 even notice the young looking man that walked up.

鈥淭his is my little helper, Haiden.鈥?he smiled. 鈥淗e helps out a lot around here.鈥?

Haiden smiled and put his hand out. 鈥淚t鈥檚 nice to finally meet you, Maria.鈥?he said. I couldn鈥檛 understand why this boy was so peculiar. He spoke normal. He walked normal. He just didn鈥檛 look normal. He had dark eyes. Dark eyes. Almost black. Long, black hair put up in a ponytail. He was so big and muscular, you would think that he was an underwear model, instead of a help.

鈥淒o you like it around here so far?鈥?Grandpapa Frank said with a tone that made me think there was some reason we shouldn鈥檛 like it.

鈥淚t鈥檚 a lot different from Carol鈥檚 in Florida, but I鈥檒l have to get used to it.鈥?I said. 鈥淭hank you for letting me stay here.鈥?

He smiled in agreement. 鈥淚鈥檓 glad to have you,鈥?he winked in Haiden鈥檚 direction. 鈥渕aybe you could help Haiden out in the garage. He could use some assistance.鈥?He threw another glance at Haiden, who was standing innocently enough.

鈥淪he could help out if she wants, but if not, I don鈥檛 really need any. Thank you though.鈥?he replied reluctantly.

鈥淲ell,鈥?he said, 鈥淚 best be going. I have much more work to do.鈥?He looked straight at me then. Like he was trying to tell me something without physically speaking. 鈥淕ood day, Maria.鈥?He smiled as he walked off.

鈥淕ood day.鈥?I said again. I looked at the clock on the car. Seven fifty-two. 鈥淒ad,鈥?I said, now focusing on the more important things. 鈥淚鈥檓 going to be late!鈥?

鈥淥h, look at the time. I am so sorry Frank, I have to go now! I鈥檒l see you later. Maria will come by right after school! Won鈥檛 you Maria?鈥?Dad said looking at me while he raised his eyebrows. Telling me to say yes.

鈥淥f course I will. Right after school.鈥?I instantly regretted saying it.

We pulled away from the driveway and headed for school. I had so many questions that I wanted to ask Dad. Why was Frank in a wheelchair? Why did Haiden act so weird? But, I decided not to ask. I would always get the same answer I always got. 鈥楽ave em鈥?for the Beavers鈥? It was liable to come up sometime anyway.

We pulled up to it, a school that was supposed to be a school. But it really looked like an old, run down, fit for mice, factory. Or something of the sort.

I opened the door of the truck and walked on the cold uneven pavement-that was supposed to be a sidewalk-to first period. I heard some footsteps behind me. Oh no. I didn鈥檛 want Dad to follow me. He did anyway.

鈥淒ad, I don鈥檛 need you to walk in with me like I鈥檓 some kindergartener. I鈥檓 fine on my own.鈥?I said, while turned around completely the other way. Sure enough Dad wasn鈥檛 there. Whose steps did I hear. Everyone was already in first period. I ran to class.

I had hoped that I would meet some nice acquaintances and talk some friendly talks. I was wrong. You know how it鈥檚 the first day of school and all the teachers make you stand up in front of the class and give a brief description of, what you鈥檙e name is, what your favorite color is, blah, blah, blah. I hope I don鈥檛 have many teachers like that here. I am not so talented in front of people. I walked up to Mr. Barren鈥檚 class and sat down. Mr. Barren was plump. He had a mustache that grew down to his bottom chin and his desk looked like a raccoon had a party on it.

鈥淕ood morning Class.鈥?he boomed.

Silence.

鈥淚 said, Good morning Class.鈥?he boomed again, repeating his words.

鈥淕ood Morning Mr. Barren.鈥?said a group of obviously not amused kids. I don鈥檛 think they wanted to be here as much as I didn鈥檛.

鈥淪tudents, I am going to go down row by row and you tell me and the class your name. Ready,鈥?

Oh no. I can鈥檛 do this. This is going to be horrible.

鈥淢y name is Grace Richardson.鈥?said the girl in front of me. 鈥淗ello everyone.鈥?br> Why couldn鈥檛 I be like her?

Mr. Barren focused his eyes on me. 鈥淵es, go ahead.鈥?he said.

I stood up and got to my feet. I could feel that horrible nauseated pain in the pit of my stomach.

鈥淗-he-hello. M-my n-name is,鈥?I looked up at the twenty-five kids staring at me with un-amused faces. 鈥渕-my n-name is..鈥?

鈥淕o ahead,鈥?Mr. Barren told me again, getting agitated. 鈥渨e all want to hear.鈥?

I had the feeling in my stomach again. I felt like I was going to cough. My head spun and everything went swirling. Then, everything went black.

I listened to a high pitched, crackly voice coming just a few feet away from me.

鈥淚 think that she had quite a mess out there.鈥?the voice said. 鈥淗er blood pressure is up high. I don鈥檛 think she needs to stay in school for the rest of the day. She needs her rest.鈥?br> I was wondering who she was talking to.

鈥淚鈥檒l take her home.鈥?said a beautiful tone. I thought that it couldn鈥檛 even begin to be a voice of a human. It was just too graceful. The voice was like the ocean, like the heaven鈥檚 angels. I already loved the voice-even though I had no idea whose it actually belonged to. Someone picked me up with one arm, put me over their shoulder and carried me out the door. Before I knew it, I was at my truck. But, how did they know it was my car?

I opened my eyes and saw the most beautiful figure that I ever thought was possible. He had black hair, short cut and shimmering in the sunlight. But, when I looked at him, it wasn鈥檛 just his hair shimmering, but his whole body was shimmering in the light. Beautiful eyes, no wait beautiful doesn鈥檛 even begin to cover it. Picturesque eyes. Gorgeous little things. I saw all of this while in his arms. Remember that I don鈥檛 even know this beautiful little devil鈥檚 name.

鈥淚s this your car?鈥?he said. I was so drowned in his beauty, he had to say it again, before I could hear him. My ears weren鈥檛 in command with my eyes.

鈥淚 said, is this your car?鈥?he said again with a smile on his face. He was probably used to all this attention, he seemed to be enjoying it.

鈥淵es.鈥?I managed to get out of my almost stunned mouth.

鈥淎re you okay.鈥?he turned the corners of his mouth into a smile. (by the way, gorgeous smile)

Here we go again with the-having to say it twice before I noticed that his dazzling mouth said anything with that heaven鈥檚 angels voice-thing.

鈥淚 think so. How did you know that this was my car?鈥?I asked, puzzled still.

He didn鈥檛 answer. I didn鈥檛 expect him to.

Here I was, in my car, with a total and complete stranger driving me to my house. Who is also driving me home. I鈥檓 going to have to tell him where I live in a few minutes. Or will he just magically know that also.

鈥淚 haven鈥檛 seen you around here before, Maria. Are you knew?鈥?the stranger asked.

He looked at me long and hard. The way Haiden had. It frightened me. It was like they were trying to bear deep into my soul. Like they were trying to get answers to a question that I had no idea what the solution was, but if they looked long enough, they would find out.

鈥淗ello.鈥?he said while waving his hand back and forth in front of my face. 鈥淎re you going to pass out again?鈥?br> He knocked me back into consciousness. 鈥淗ow do you know my name?鈥?I asked. He knew that too.

鈥淥h,鈥?he said. He paused and got that same look on his face. This scared me also, for he was driving. Another thing that almost made me pass out was the speed at which he was driving at. I could see nothing but a blur of green and brown. Just like the little fiasco this morning.

鈥淵es, how do you know me?鈥?I said again. Getting agitated at him.

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ooh, I like. What happens next? Who is that guy? Does she make friends with anybody? Please post more!!!

I wrote a story Earlier and all of you loved it! So, here's some more! Do you like the revised version better?

good writing......

I wrote a story Earlier and all of you loved it! So, here's some more! Do you like the revised version better?

Um, it sounds like an knock off copy of Twilight by Stephenie Meyer. Like you just changed names and descriptions, the way she meets people, and how it starts. But like the whole things sounds like Twilight almost! But I like your writing style and your very good and it makes me want to read more, but it still sounds like Twilight!

It's not just little things that are like Twilight, there HUGE things. Like the speed he's driving, sparkling(or how ever you worded it), gorgeous smile! Knowing her name, even though she didn't tell him! Theres a lot more. You really should change it because no one wants to read an un original piece of writing, especially from a very, very liked book!

I wrote a story Earlier and all of you loved it! So, here's some more! Do you like the revised version better?

This isn't some writing website. Stop posting your stuff here. Don't you know how many people come looking for short stories to use as their homework for English instead of writing it themselves? And nobody wants to read a story on Yahoo. I mean, come on.

Post it on fictionpress.com, instead. It's free, writer-friendly, and you get reviews for each chapter/story. Enjoy.

Read this, i promise that it will somewhat (i hope) entertain you. TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK AND IF YOU

The rooster crowed loudly and signaled the beginning of another day. It was dark out but that was to be expected on a farm like ours. An early start in the morning and late nights before resting peacefully in our beds was always our routine in my somewhat Amish family.

I yawned and tumbled out of my bed to the small candle that sat on the far corner of my old oak desk. Carefully lighting a match, I caught the small wick on fire and my cupboard of a room was instantly illuminated. Brilliant shadows danced on my wooden walls. It was as if a tiny world inhabited of people made entirely of flame danced along to some ritual song that was silent to the people in my world.

Each step I took towards the small that contained all my clothes made my moan with distaste. Opening it, I took out my favorite green work dress, black apron, and equally as black bonnet. I could smell the delicious bacon that my Mama was cooking in the kitchen as I got dressed. Why hadn鈥檛 she waked me this morning鈥?

It was my responsibility to help out in the kitchen and with all the other womanly duties here in this household and I had slept late! Now in a rush, I slid into my dress and pulled on my 1800鈥檚 style boots, lacing up the laces quickly. I ran into the kitchen with the greatest of haste, even though it was just a few paces away from my bedroom door.

Mama didn鈥檛 seem to notice my late arrival for she did not look up from her bowl of flapjack mix that she was currently stirring. I strode over to her with the greatest of ease I could manage and kissed her cheek.

鈥淪orry, Mama. I didn鈥檛 mean to sleep late. Is there anything that needs to be done?鈥?br> She looked up at me with a vibrant smile.

鈥淣o, dear child. I purposely let you sleep late. You鈥檚 been workin鈥?so hard lately that I figured a growin鈥?seventeen-year-old girl like yourself could use her rest.鈥?br> My face fell from a slight smile to a full on frown.

鈥淢ama, you shouldn鈥檛 have done that. I have my work to do arou-鈥? She cut me off there.

鈥淗ush your mouth. I鈥檚 the mom and I know what is best for ya. One morning鈥?of letting鈥?you sleep late ain鈥檛 gonna hurt you none.鈥?I gave up because I knew she was right and that she would win this 鈥渁rgument鈥?no matter how much more I protested. She was too good at being a mom; after all, she had been one for nearly twenty-five years.

It was quiet for a few minutes. Mama was the first to break the silence.

鈥淚 see you forgot to brush that matted mess of an excuse for hair again.鈥?she said while nodding towards my head. My hands flew to my skull and felt the hair beneath the bonnet and also the several strands sticking out from under it. It was indeed, matted and messy.

鈥淥ops, Mama. I鈥檒l be back right quick!鈥?I said while running to my bedroom. The tiny reflection glass that hung from my wall was in poor condition but adequate. In a few moments, my hair was in a respectable bun underneath my bonnet that was placed back in its rightful position atop my head.

Mama was finished with the flapjack mix and was finished with about six of them when I returned into the kitchen. I was so busy arguing with Mama earlier that I hadn鈥檛 even noticed my Grandmother sitting at our small wooden table cutting up various pieces of fruit to make a lovely side dish to our meal.

鈥淣ana!鈥?I squealed all too loudly. Mama turned to face me; her eyes stern but understanding. I ran to my Grandmother, threw my arms around her neck, and squeezed gently.

鈥淕ood to see you too, darlin鈥?鈥?she said while patting the arm that was wrapped around the front of her neck. A hearty laugh escaped from her old and fragile form. Loosening my grip, I let my arms fall from her neck to the bowl of fruit on the table and stole a fresh strawberry. She slapped my wrist lightly and stared up at me; her gray eyes full of joy. When she was sure Mama wasn鈥檛 looking, she slid a second strawberry into my hand and smiled mischievously. I smiled back, just as mischievously, and popped a strawberry into my mouth.

Mama looked up from her several pots and pans filled with a great variety of different things and said, 鈥淟eah, dear. Please set the table. Your Paw and brothers are heading this way and I know鈥檚 that they鈥檚 goin鈥?to be hungry.鈥?I winked and as swift as a jackrabbit, set the table.

Read this, i promise that it will somewhat (i hope) entertain you. TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK AND IF YOU WANT MORE

It was slightly boring actually. If this is the very beginning of the book, you should try to find something to really catch the reader's attention. It was also, a lot of talk for a small amount of things happening. Try to think of it like your watching it as a movie. If there are too many words, the action might go like this:.

A rooster crows. You wait five seconds. You see a girl. She is waking up. She lies there for a couple of seconds before hopping out of bed suddenly. She goes to to a desk. She lights a candle and looks at t for ten seconds.

Just try to get rid of just a little bit of you description, not too much though, because it is beautiful! You clearly have a talent for writing and just need to sharpen it slightly.

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Huh? What's it about?

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A well told story is one that instantly brings the setting and characters vividly into your mind. Well done so far, but I'm curious as to where the story goes...

I was confused about one segment:

'Each step I took towards the small that contained all my clothes made my moan with distaste.'

At first, I thought of floorboards moaning, but I think I've missed the point. Can you help me here?

Read this, i promise that it will somewhat (i hope) entertain you. TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK AND IF YOU WANT MORE

Pretty good so far, and I would like to here more.

Please Read! wut's going on??

this summer and these last 2 months of school i only have salad (just with olive oil, tomatoes and cheese) and 2 pieces of bread, after that i have coffe and after coffe i have an orange that it! i'm done for the day....is it normal?? i lost extreme weight i'm 16 and only weight 110-111 i think* mayb be thinner.....my hair if falling everywhere..i can't comb my hair because i fill the house with hair! wut's going on?

any advice plz

Please Read! wut's going on??

See a doctor, the family doctor. Also...

You are too young to be losing hair. You should be eating more fruits, vegetables and more importantly, PROTEIN. Hair is protein, you need it everyday. You aren't getting enough. Protein doesn't mean "oh, now I am gonna be a body builder", no. You need calcium (yogurt yummy! 40% even the Fat free variety, add a banana or diced peach, make it different every day) and you need minerals and vitamins. Protein is so necessary, eat pinto beans if you or Mom, dad are vegetarians, eating a bit of cheese and that paltry salad is not enough. If you like salmon or tuna, get that onto that salad, topped w a boiled egg. You had better eat more fats as well good fats in salmon, etc. Sooner or later your young skin will look bad. Coffee is not good as a diuretic for you, drink tea or fruit juice (no sugar added) mixed with water, daily. Low fat milk has protein and calcium. right now doesn't a tuna sandwhich, lean beef, chicken or turkey sound good? NONE of those will gain you excessive weight. .Get some more protein soon! Walk and work out (mom dad have small weights?) if you fear being "fat" which you won't be if normally active. You need iron from red meat. There are a lot of things you aren't getting right now. Pump up that salad with pieces of protein and pump up your life with more veggies and fruits, some more dairy. Your hair will return.

FIRST off, though, see the family doctor. Good luck.

Please Read! wut's going on??

You might be losing your hair because you are not getting enought nutrition in your diet. You need to read up about proper diet or go talk to a nutritionist.

Please Read! wut's going on??

ur gunna end up dead. EAT SOMETHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Please Read! wut's going on??

Surely you know if your hair is falling out that something is drastically wrong. And you also know it's because you are starving yourself. Get some medical help soon before you have permanent injury from this crisis.

Please Read! wut's going on??

Go see your doctor immediately.

Please Read! wut's going on??

get a more balanced diet.. like more meat/poultry, fruit/veggies blah blah blah. if that dont help talk to a nutritionist/doctor

Please Read! wut's going on??

You have to eat or you will end up getting REALLY sick. Then ALL of you hair will fall out!!!! EAT!!!!!

Please Read! wut's going on??

get a healthy diet!! The salad is good as a part of the daily food, but not THE food itself! Also coffee isn't good for you, drink juices instead, or some juices with guarana, it works like cafeine but it's natural.

Go to a nutritionist! You need help!

Please Read! wut's going on??

You need to start eating more, especially meat that has protein in that you need to stay healthy, just eat more or you might end up in the hospital

Please Read! wut's going on??

i am not going to accuse you of any disorders but having that amount of per day is not healthy.and we both know it. so in oredr for us to sort this out i think i need to ask you some questions.

email me when ever you want to get started

hope to her from you soon

yours sincerly Conor Chaney

Please Read! wut's going on??

youre annorexic... you need help. Its SUPER unhealthy and once your hair starts falling out its even more dangerous.

Please Read! wut's going on??

make sure to get all your nutrients! seriously, theres safer ways to be thin.

Please help me decide between these two violas for a beginner...?

Viola #1:

Yamaha AVA5 16.5" hand made, Top Solid hand-carved spruce, Back Solid hand-carved maple (2 pieces), Finish Hand brushed oil varnish,Bridge Aubert, Fingerboard Ebony.

Tailpiece Wittner with integrated tuners, Chinrest Rosewood.

Pegs Rosewood, Strings D'Addario Prelude. Cheap case, wood bow with authetic horse hair, cheap rosin.

Price: 400 euros (~550 U$)

Viola #2: No name 16.5", hand made, Top Solid hand-carved spruce, Back Solid hand-carved maple (2 pieces), Finish Hand brushed oil varnish,Bridge Aubert, Fingerboard Ebony, very good case with hydrometer and 4 bow slots, bow made of brazilian wood with real Mongolian horse hair, chinrest, tailpiece with integrated tuners, fingerboard and pegs of ebony, Aubert bridge, Thomistak Dominant strings.

Price: 560 euros (~750 U$)

Thanks a lot.

Please help me decide between these two violas for a beginner...?

I would have to hear them played but it sounds like the second one is a bit better. For a beginner it probably won't matter a whole lot. You can always trade or sell if the beginner decides to stick with the instrument and get a better one. Both are priced like beginning instruments.

Please help me decide between these two violas for a beginner...?

Take a look at this third option

http://www.chrisbsmusic.com/cremsva2viol...

* Hand-carved solid Spruce top

* Hand-carved solid Maple back, sides, neck and scroll

* Inlaid purfling

* Warm brown finish

* Ebony fingerboard

* Polished Ebony fittings and (4) finetuners

* LB-12 J. LaSalle Brazilwood bow and Ebony frog with genuine unbleached white horsehair

* VP-203 Cremona 3-star bridge

* C-3905 multi-ply wood hard-shell case; plush lined, nylon covered case

* Shop adjusted

Has anyone tried.......?

Has anyone tried Hair You Wear extensions??I like the Jessica Simpson ones but i want it to make my hair longer but their long extensions are too long due to the fact of how short i am.I looked at the Put On Pieces by the same company and they just clip in but the are synthetic and I'm worried about how they will look.Has anyone tried them or heard any reviews on them??Thanks a bunch,

This is the website.I want the 2 Piece Straight Vibralite庐 Synthetic Extensions.

http://www.hairuwear.com/pop.aspx?pgID=9...

Has anyone tried.......?

I haven't tried those but I have worn extensions and they can be cut to suit your style.

Has anyone tried.......?

No, no need.

Can dry ends really be repaired?

Okay im trying to grow my hair, so im not cutting it. Not even a cm of my ends are dry and breaking, but the pieces arent anymore than a cm long. is there anyway i can actually "repair" my dry ends? the rest of my hairs fine, i just want to stop the breakage of my ends. i straighten my hair, and it has been bleached but ive grown it out (i have really nasty regrowth ;D), hence why its only the ends that are breaking.

Can dry ends really be repaired?

Nope, get a trim and the breakage will stop.

Try Instacure from Matrix Essentials and your end will feel soft and healthy, but won't be repaired.

Can dry ends really be repaired?

what about cutting your hair a millimeter shorter?? lol. idk

Can dry ends really be repaired?

NOTHING can repair split ends - you can only trim them off - Not getting your hair trimmed will not make it grow faster - the hair you do have though will be awful - Get a trim NOW, or the splits will continue up the hair shaft, and keep breaking off...

Can dry ends really be repaired?

Nope. It just needs to be cut bit by bit.

Can dry ends really be repaired?

you need to get a trim and just reall specify when you go to get one. once a piece of hair breaks or splits no matter what you do you can never put it back together. think of paper or clothe once it is ripped it will never be the same. as for your color you can have it colored with a product by redkin called shades eq. its a deposit only (darkening) color that will do no harm to your hair. it is also a conditioning color. so you can get a trim and a new color and actually help the quality of your hair.

Can dry ends really be repaired?

go to the a salon. get a trim. ask if u can buy any REPAIRATIVE shampoos, and if there is any other stuff u can do for ur hair dont straighten it, or do anything to it involving heat....that ruins ur hair

Can dry ends really be repaired?

you have to get your end trim because the end of your hair is dead

I have a Book that I am writing. What do you think I should Title it?

This is the Book. Anything come to you?

Preface

I focused on nothing but the rheumatic pattern of my breathing. In and out. Inhale and exhale. I was vastly petrified. He walked toward me with a shady smile on his face. I awaited agony and pain.

There was no warmth or bliss. The caring features vanished and turned into harsh, cold structures. How terribly I grieved to be safe in his arms. In his arms. I knew that he was gone as much as I knew that this would be hurtful.

He took a step forward balancing all of his weight on one foot and smiled in the way that made me cringe, then, he lunged.

Chapter One

Acquaintance

Sixteen.

Perfect age, right. Wrong. This is when everything starts to change. Especially for me. Feelings are more sensitive. Sensitive. I really wished that word didn鈥檛 exist. It hurts. I used to be sensitive.

The alarm clock went off and I rose up in my bed. At first I had to think. Where am I? I remembered. Lushe. I just moved from Florida to an old, deserted Indian town called Lushe. How much I long to be back in Florida with my sister Carol. We had it great in Florida. Beaching it every day. We were inseparable. Many people don鈥檛 get to have that kind of relationship with their sisters. Then Dad had to step into the perfect picture. It鈥檚 like he just took the picture, ripped it into tons of little pieces, threw it on the ground, and stomped on it.

Dad thought that it would be great if I spent a little time with him and Grandpapa Frank. After Mom died I do have to say that I鈥檝e been moping, but I was doing just fine with Carol. Now, I鈥檓 moping more than ever.

I got up from the bed and put on my bunny slippers. This is going to be a long day. I raced down the stairs and opened the pantry. I got out some eggs, milk and flour. As soon as I poured them in a bowl, Dad came in.

鈥淒id you sleep well? I heard you tossing and turning all night.鈥?he said with a worried look on his face.

鈥淵eah, I鈥檓 fine,鈥?I said. 鈥渏ust a bad dream.鈥?I finished, great save.

鈥淥h, okay. Well, can you make me a muffin too. I鈥檓 starving.鈥?he threw in there. He walked out of the room.

鈥淚鈥檓 making pancakes.鈥?I shouted back.

鈥淵eah, right. Okay.鈥?he replied. I suppose he just wanted something to eat.

We sat down at the dining table and I watched Dad cram food into his mouth.

鈥淒o you think that you鈥檙e going to like school? I hear there are some great people over there. There鈥檚 this one kid, Grace. Yeah, her family runs a Beauty Boutique down by Claw River. Maybe you could make friends with her.鈥?he said between bites.

鈥淵eah, okay.鈥?I said.

鈥淗oney, you really need to get out more, and I think that school is just the right thing for you. Thank goodness it鈥檚 nine months.鈥?he finished after one bite as big as three bites for me.

鈥淢mm hmm.鈥?I nodded like I was listening to every word he said.

鈥淲e better go.鈥?he got up from the table and scraped the remains of the pancakes into the trashcan with his fork and grabbed his keys from the table.

鈥淪top being dejected and get your butt in the car.鈥?Dad shouted from the front door.

I groaned. The pancakes didn鈥檛 put Dad in the best mood I thought that they would.

鈥淐鈥檓on Macie, it鈥檚 not gonna be that bad! You鈥檒l have fun! Meet some new people, you need to have some fun. You鈥檝e been so鈥?.鈥?my Dad paused at that, 鈥渟o鈥︹€?mopey.鈥?br> 鈥淚鈥檝e not been mopey!鈥?I shouted. I think that I shouted a little too sharply.

鈥淕et in the car.鈥?he said. I had said it too sharply. My Dad and I were on our way to my new school. The first day of school. Maybe school would be sanctuary. Maybe Dad wouldn鈥檛 be around every corner offering me cookies and milk and comforting and those dreaded bear hugs. Maybe, just maybe I could find some real friends. Friends that weren鈥檛 in my immediate family or were from the animal race.

I reached for the radio button, but he touched the back of my hand, signaling that he wasn鈥檛 in the mood. Or I had made him too angry.

We drove past some trees and dusty buildings. My dad really did live in a dump. We passed so many shattered things. Imagine a ghost town and it was worse than that. One of the log cabins that we passed, we stopped at. It was really little. One door that was on the side and two or three windows on the back. I wondered why not in the front. Were they trying to keep the sunlight out?

I was awoken from my thought from a deep, husky voice.

鈥淲ell, hello! Long time no see! I鈥檝e been waiting to see you since you was a little young鈥檜n.鈥?it said.

The windows were so tinted that I had to roll down my window to get a look. I reached for the handle and twisted it downward. There stood an old man, he was much shorter than I was. In fact, he was probably shorter than a seven or an eight year old. Then I noticed why, he was in a wheelchair.

鈥淲hat鈥檚 this young鈥檜n鈥檚 name again Bill?鈥?he asked my Dad.

My dad smiled at me and then at the old man. 鈥淚t鈥檚 Macie Dad.鈥?

鈥淒ad?鈥?I asked my Father.

鈥淗oney, this is your Grandpapa Frank. You鈥檒l be spending time with him a bit.鈥?

I was so shocked that I didn鈥檛 even notice the young looking man that walked up.

鈥淭his is my little helper, Haiden.鈥?he smiled. 鈥淗e helps out a lot around here.鈥?

Haiden smiled and put his hand out. 鈥淚t鈥檚 nice to finally meet you, Macie.鈥?he said. I couldn鈥檛 understand why this boy was so peculiar. He spoke normal. He walked normal. He just didn鈥檛 look normal. He had dark eyes. Dark eyes. Almost black. Long, black hair put up in a ponytail. He was so big and muscular, you would think that he was an underwear model, instead of a help.

鈥淒o you like it around here so far?鈥?Grandpapa Frank said with a tone that made me think there was some reason we shouldn鈥檛 like it.

鈥淚t鈥檚 a lot different from Carol鈥檚 in Florida, but I鈥檒l have to get used to it.鈥?I said. 鈥淭hank you for letting me stay here.鈥?

He smiled in agreement. 鈥淚鈥檓 glad to have you,鈥?he winked in Haiden鈥檚 direction. 鈥渕aybe you could help Haiden out in the garage. He could use some assistance.鈥?He threw another glance at Haiden, who was standing innocently enough.

鈥淪he could help out if she wants, but if not, I don鈥檛 really need any. Thank you though.鈥?he replied reluctantly.

鈥淲ell,鈥?he said, 鈥淚 best be going. I have much more work to do.鈥?He looked straight at me then. Like he was trying to tell me something without physically speaking. 鈥淕ood day, Macie.鈥?He smiled as he walked off.

鈥淕ood day.鈥?I said again. I looked at the clock on the car. Seven fifty-two. 鈥淒ad,鈥?I said, now focusing on the more important things. 鈥淚鈥檓 going to be late!鈥?

鈥淥h, look at the time. I am so sorry Frank, I have to go now! I鈥檒l see you later. Macie will come by right after school! Won鈥檛 you Macie?鈥?Dad said looking at me while he raised his eyebrows. Telling me to say yes.

鈥淥f course I will. Right after school.鈥?I instantly regretted saying it.

We pulled away from the driveway and headed for school. I had so many questions that I wanted to ask Dad. Why was Frank in a wheelchair? Why did Haiden act so weird? But, I decided not to ask. I would always get the same answer I always got. 鈥楽ave em鈥?for the Beavers鈥? It was liable to come up sometime anyway.

We pulled up to it, a school that was supposed to be a school. But it really looked like an old, run down, fit for mice, factory. Or something of the sort.

I opened the door of the truck and walked on the cold uneven pavement-that was supposed to be a sidewalk-to first period. I heard some footsteps behind me. Oh no. I didn鈥檛 want Dad to follow me. He did anyway.

鈥淒ad, I don鈥檛 need you to walk in with me like I鈥檓 some kindergartener. I鈥檓 fine on my own.鈥?I said, while turned around completely the other way. Sure enough Dad wasn鈥檛 there. Whose steps did I hear. Everyone was already in first period. I ran to class.

I had hoped that I would meet some nice acquaintances and talk some friendly talks. I was wrong. You know how it鈥檚 the first day of school and all the teachers make you stand up in front of the class and give a brief description of, what you鈥檙e name is, what your favorite color is, blah, blah, blah. I hope I don鈥檛 have many teachers like that here. I am not so talented in front of people. I walked up to Mr. Barren鈥檚 class and sat down. Mr. Barren was plump. He had a mustache that grew down to his bottom chin and his desk looked like a raccoon had a party on it.

鈥淕ood morning Class.鈥?he boomed.

Silence.

鈥淚 said, Good morning Class.鈥?he boomed again, repeating his words.

鈥淕ood Morning Mr. Barren.鈥?said a group of obviously not amused kids. I don鈥檛 think they wanted to be here as much as I didn鈥檛.

鈥淪tudents, I am going to go down row by row and you tell me and the class your name. Ready,鈥?

Oh no. I can鈥檛 do this. This is going to be horrible.

鈥淢y name is Grace Rinie.鈥?said the girl in front of me. That鈥榮 who Dad must have been talking about. 鈥淗ello everyone.鈥?br> Why couldn鈥檛 I be like her?

Mr. Barren focused his eyes on me. 鈥淵es, go ahead.鈥?he said.

I stood up and got to my feet. I could feel that horrible nauseated pain in the pit of my stomach.

鈥淗-he-hello. M-my n-name is,鈥?I looked up at the twenty-five kids staring at me with un-amused faces. 鈥渕-my n-name is..鈥?

鈥淕o ahead,鈥?Mr. Barren told me again, getting agitated. 鈥渨e all want to hear.鈥?

I had the feeling in my stomach again. I felt like I was going to cough. My head spun and everything went swirling. Then, everything went black.

I listened to a high pitched, crackly voice coming just a few feet away from me.

鈥淚 think that she had quite a mess out there.鈥?the voice said. 鈥淗er blood pressure is up high. I don鈥檛 think she needs to stay in school for the rest of the day. She needs her rest.鈥?br> I was wondering who she was talking to.

鈥淚鈥檒l take her home.鈥?said a beautiful tone. I thought that it couldn鈥檛 even begin to be a voice of a human. It was just too graceful. The voice was like the ocean, like the heaven鈥檚 angels. I already loved the voice-even though I had no idea whose it actually belonged to. Someone picked me up with one arm, put me over their shoulder and carried me out the door. Before I knew it, I was at my truck. But, how did they know it was my car?

I opened my eyes and saw the most beautiful figure that I ever thought was possible. He had black hair, short cut and shimmering in the sunlight. But, when I looked at him, it wasn鈥檛 just his hair shimmering, but his whole body was shimmering in the light. Beautiful eyes, no wait beautiful doesn鈥檛 even begin to cover it. Picturesque eyes. Gorgeous little things. I saw all of this while in his arms. Remember that I don鈥檛 even know this beautiful little devil鈥檚 name.

鈥淚s this your car?鈥?he said. I was so drowned in his beauty, he had to say it again, before I could hear him. My ears weren鈥檛 in command with my eyes.

鈥淚 said, is this your car?鈥?he said again with a smile on his face. He was probably used to all this attention, he seemed to be enjoying it.

鈥淵es.鈥?I managed to get out of my almost stunned mouth.

鈥淎re you okay.鈥?he turned the corners of his mouth into a smile. (by the way, gorgeous smile)

Here we go again with the-having to say it twice before I noticed that his dazzling mouth said anything with that heaven鈥檚 angels voice-thing.

鈥淚 think so. How did you know that this was my car?鈥?I asked, puzzled still.

He didn鈥檛 answer. I didn鈥檛 expect him to.

Here I was, in my car, with a total and complete stranger driving me to my house. Who is also driving me home. I鈥檓 going to have to tell him where I live in a few minutes. Or will he just magically know that also.

鈥淚 haven鈥檛 seen you around here before, Macie. Are you knew?鈥?the stranger asked.

He looked at me long and hard. The way Haiden had. It frightened me. It was like they were trying to bear deep into my soul. Like they were trying to get answers to a question that I had no idea what the solution was, but if they looked long enough, they would find out.

鈥淗ello.鈥?he said while waving his hand back and forth in front of my face. 鈥淎re you going to pass out again?鈥?br> He knocked me back into consciousness. 鈥淗ow do you know my name?鈥?I asked. He knew that too.

鈥淥h,鈥?he said. He paused and got that same look on his face. This scared me also, for he was driving. Another thing that almost made me pass out was the speed at which he was driving at. I could see nothing but a blur of green and brown. Just like the little fiasco this morning.

鈥淵es, how do you know me?鈥?I said again. Getting agitated at him.

He didn鈥檛 answer my needed question. I turned and faced the window. When I looked out, I say my Grandpapa鈥檚 house. This bothered me, for he knew where I lived. Glancing up at him, I noticed that it was a risk. His face was pale and his eyes were dark. I took this as a 鈥済et out鈥?sign.

I stepped out of my truck and into my Grand papa鈥檚 driveway. I turned to shut the door only to find the open air.

Chapter Two

Thoughts

鈥淢acie!鈥?I heard my name being called from behind me. I was so startled at the recent disaster that I had to think before I turned around.

鈥淢acie! When did you get here?鈥?Haiden asked, like we鈥檇 been friends forever.

鈥淗uh? Oh, whatever it doesn鈥檛 matter. Did you see my car anywhere?鈥?I said, wondering why my car wasn鈥檛 here.

鈥淵ou car? I didn鈥檛 see any car? Didn鈥檛 you walk?鈥?He replied looking blankly.

鈥淲alk, no! I didn鈥檛 walk.鈥?I noticed that I sounded a little out of mind, even though he was the one that was wholly wrong. 鈥淪o, you really didn鈥檛 see my truck here just a few seconds ago?鈥?I said, catching my downfall of ignorance.

鈥淣o. Macie, are you okay? I heard that you took a fall in class today. I can take you home since, you obviously have no truck.鈥?he smiled a warm smile.

鈥淣o, I guess I was just delusional.鈥?I said, saving myself.

Haiden turned the corners of his mouth into a smile. 鈥淐ome on inside. I鈥檓 sure that Frank- Er, your Grandpapa would like to see you too.鈥?he replied.

鈥淥kay.鈥?He put his hands in his pockets and led me into Grandpapa鈥檚 house.

鈥淢acie! Hello dear!鈥?Grandpapa said and gave me one of dad鈥檚 dreaded bear hugs. Apparently I鈥檇 been missed deeply.

鈥淗igh Grandpapa. I didn鈥檛 notice that you missed me so much. Really, I鈥檝e never even known you.鈥?I said with a smile.

鈥淗a!鈥?Grandpapa found this funny. He threw his head back and laughed a deep laugh. His laugh made me feel warm inside. Just knowing that someone is happy in life. Even in a wheelchair. 鈥淚鈥檓 sure that you鈥檝e never met God either, but he loves you.鈥?

He touched the tip of my nose with his fingertip.

鈥淪o, would you like anything to eat squirt.鈥?he said. For a second, I thought that he was talking to Haiden until Haiden spoke up and asked me what I wanted.

鈥淥h, no thank you, I better just wait until Dad gets home and eat with him. He might get hungry.鈥?I said, hoping that he wouldn鈥檛 feel sorry that I hadn鈥檛 had anything to eat all day.

鈥淎lright then.鈥?Haiden stopped talking to me and turned to Grandpapa. 鈥淚f so, can I have permission to take your little princess out and show her something?鈥?Haiden asked smiling the whole time.

鈥淲ell yeah, sure. You kids have fun now. Bye Macie, Haiden.鈥?He nodded once and went into the sitting room.

We passed many trees. The ground was wet and cold, for it had just rained. I could hear the slosh of the mud between our shoes as we walked. It was damp and chilly. We were walking along a stone trail in the middle of nowhere. Haiden was babbling along the way. He was talking about childhood and Frank and many other things that I just nodded my head and said 鈥渕m hmm鈥?in all the correct places.

鈥淟ook.鈥?Haiden pointed his finger to a tree that seemed different than all of the other trees in the forest. This tree had a wide trunk and weeping leaves, but in the wrong spot to be a weeping willow.

Haiden patted the spot next to him as he sat down on the bench in front of the tree. 鈥淐ome and sit. Don鈥檛 worry, I won鈥檛 bite.鈥?he said looking fulfilled. I could have swore that he said something under his breath, but, the wind drowned out his voice.

I have a Book that I am writing. What do you think I should Title it?

From what you have written so far, it reads to me like you are going to go into the Indian, shape-shifter, shaman things, though of course I don't really know because there isn't enough here to be sure.

Personally, unless you are Indian, I hope you don't go that route; it's better left alone. If you are Indian you won't do it anyway, you would know better... if anyone were around to tell you.

If I am totally in the wrong, please accept my apology, and let's take a look at what you've written. It's always best to go back and take a look at things whenever the words stop crowding out; seemingly on their own sometimes, huh.

You need to re-write; there are confusing passages for the reader, and the usual typos and things. Try to put yourself in the mind of a reader seeing this work for the very first time and read it that way.

For me, I didn't know who was talking-- who the "he" was that was being referred to-- a few too many times. Once is too many really, but you have a few times here.

And why does Macie seem interested in knowing something and then tune it out completely? Why is she so resistant to her dad's hugs? What would keep a person from seeing a wheel chair right away? Does or did she have a car or a truck? Things like that, you see?

I suppose some questions will be answered later (hoping), but the flips between talking about a car and then a truck, the beginning of description on a walk to the tree with Haiden and then no description at all, the blind spots about the wheel chair, gaps in missing Carol... I don't know, somethings are just puzzling, to say the least.

Still, I AM interested in the story, so that is very good. You have left some tantalizing starts out there. Sorry, I don't know what you should title it, except 'Working Title,' since it's not very far along yet. Don't worry about a title yet.

Just keep on writing to your heart's content! Luck...

I have a Book that I am writing. What do you think I should Title it?

Barren - the monster

I have a Book that I am writing. What do you think I should Title it?

Sensitive Shadow

the book needs work. it has a strong voice, yes, but you need to add more pictureesque things like metaphors, similes, allusions. you need to show us scenes and describe a little more. don't over do these things but do them. Google the "Elements of Fiction" and make sure you are including them to be successful. gl.

I have a Book that I am writing. What do you think I should Title it?

It sounds more like a diary entry than a book

I have a Book that I am writing. What do you think I should Title it?

I would have to have more to get a gist of what a good title would be! Keep on writing!

Happy Thanksgiving!

I have a Book that I am writing. What do you think I should Title it?

Breathless

Inhale

Exhale

Frost

the last breath

I took the last breath

tell me what you think thanks

oh and omg! awesome writing, im loving it