When The Flower of Scotland is played before a rugby match, I often hear on TV that the crowd are chanting something right after the line "...that stood against him". What are they actually chanting?
The Flower of Scotland lyrics?
The song was written in 1967 by the late Roy Williamson of The Corries.
The line you are referring to is the "against who" - this started being added at football and rugby matches and has stuck!
Reply:As the first answer stated, it is written to commemorate the victory of the Scots, led by Robert the Bruce over Edward's ll in 1314!
The last 2 lines are sung louder, especially before an English match, as the "sent him homewards to think again"!
O flower of Scotland
When will we see your like again
That fought and died for
Your wee bit hill and glen
And stood against him
Proud Edward's army
And sent him homeward
Tae think again
The hills are bare now
And autumn leaves lie thick and still
O'er land that is lost now
Which those so dearly held
And stood against him
Proud Edward's army
And sent him homeward
Tae think again
Those days are passed now
And in the past they must remain
But we can still rise now
And be the nation again
That stood against him
Proud Edward's army
And sent him homeward
Tae think again
Reply:that stood against him, proud edward's army, and sent him homeward, tae think again.
Reply:Its all about how they beat the English under Edward II in a battle a long long time ago. (Not difficult as Edward wasn't a very strong or successful king - in fact he was killed in the end by the English themselves in a very brutal and painful way)
being about an ancient and forgotten battle you might therefore imagine it's an old traditional song but it isn't - it was written in 1970's.
Now why would anyone in the 1970's bother to write a jingoistic nationalistic song about a 600 year old battle? You'd have to be Scottish and with a giant chip on your shoulder and a racist attitude towards anyone from south of their border to imagine why.
Not also sure why they chose to describe Scots soldiers as 'flowers' but it gives everyone else a laugh.
As for what they are chanting - it's all out there in Google but if they can't manage to chant it clearly so that others can hear it should we really care?
Monday, January 30, 2012
Back tattoo?
I need some help finding ideas for the tattoo im planning. I want something running down my spine like little stars or a vine with flowers or something along those lines but cant find any pics on the internet. Obviously once I have a better idea of what I'm after I'll go and talk to the tattoo artist about it but I was wanting to look at some pics online to set me off in the right direction. If anyone knows of anything I seem to have missed, please be good enough to post me a link! Thanks :)
Back tattoo?
i like your idea.
go to bmezine.com
- find pictures you like
take them into your tattoo artist
- tell them your idea, and tell them you want to corporate the pictures you brought in, and they will draw it up for you.
Then if you like what they got go for it, or it could give you more of an idea of what you want.
Reply:these are the web pages I use the most.
good luck.
Reply:i think the spine idea is great. look around your everyday life, think about your favorite things, look through art books for inspiration. when you find something you really like, go to your chosen tattoo shop and show them a picture, or tell them the idea. ask them to draw up an idea and pen it on you so you see what it will look like and see if you really love it. good luck!
Reply:at the tattoo places i go to..i usually tell them what i'm interested in having and they do a mock drawing and if i like it the draw it to perfection and copy it onto paper that sticks to your skin.
if you've never had a tattoo before ..let me tell you the lower back area hurts like a mother f-er!
good luck
Reply:I find back tattoos a slight turn on actually.
Back tattoo?
i like your idea.
go to bmezine.com
- find pictures you like
take them into your tattoo artist
- tell them your idea, and tell them you want to corporate the pictures you brought in, and they will draw it up for you.
Then if you like what they got go for it, or it could give you more of an idea of what you want.
Reply:these are the web pages I use the most.
good luck.
Reply:i think the spine idea is great. look around your everyday life, think about your favorite things, look through art books for inspiration. when you find something you really like, go to your chosen tattoo shop and show them a picture, or tell them the idea. ask them to draw up an idea and pen it on you so you see what it will look like and see if you really love it. good luck!
Reply:at the tattoo places i go to..i usually tell them what i'm interested in having and they do a mock drawing and if i like it the draw it to perfection and copy it onto paper that sticks to your skin.
if you've never had a tattoo before ..let me tell you the lower back area hurts like a mother f-er!
good luck
Reply:I find back tattoos a slight turn on actually.
Where can i find these brushes?
for this pic i want the flower and the glowin line brushes
http://i218.photobucket.com/albums/cc216...
for this one i want the flower brush and the butterfly brush
http://i218.photobucket.com/albums/cc216...
Where can i find these brushes?
http://search.deviantart.com/?section=br...
There are lots of brushes in this site.Just search and choose a pack.
About the glowin line - just do the line in some color and then edit the blending options - give it glow. You can find blending options when you click the layer with the right mouse button.
Hope that helps!
Reply:you could just make them. There's a ton of ways to make them as well....draw them, scan them, touch em up and emboss, then save as symbol. You can build them in Illustrator, or an open-source vector program.
http://i218.photobucket.com/albums/cc216...
for this one i want the flower brush and the butterfly brush
http://i218.photobucket.com/albums/cc216...
Where can i find these brushes?
http://search.deviantart.com/?section=br...
There are lots of brushes in this site.Just search and choose a pack.
About the glowin line - just do the line in some color and then edit the blending options - give it glow. You can find blending options when you click the layer with the right mouse button.
Hope that helps!
Reply:you could just make them. There's a ton of ways to make them as well....draw them, scan them, touch em up and emboss, then save as symbol. You can build them in Illustrator, or an open-source vector program.
Mothers maiden name on birth certificate?
Ok.. here is the deal.. I am removing my middle name on the portion where it says "mothers maiden name" from my sons birth certficate because they have it wrong and they wont replace it with the right one. My son's social security records have the right middle name on his records where they ask for mothers maiden name.
His birth certificate will read:
Mothers Maiden Name: Daisy Garden
On his social security records, they have my right middle name on mothers information or maiden name
"Daisy Flower Garden."
Will he have a problem down the line? I called social security and they said it would be ok since they have the correct information for his mothers information.
I just need some reassurance. I know it may seem so silly.... :(
Mothers maiden name on birth certificate?
Your maiden name is Garden. It makes absolutely no difference if one place has your middle name and the other does not. Both are the same maiden name -- Garden.
You are creating a problem where none exists. I bet there are a lot of people whose birth certificate and social security file have mother's maiden name with middle name on one and without on the other.
Reply:Well, if you were told it would be fine by people who know what they are talking about, then it will be fine.
Reply:you need a lawyer to do that
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His birth certificate will read:
Mothers Maiden Name: Daisy Garden
On his social security records, they have my right middle name on mothers information or maiden name
"Daisy Flower Garden."
Will he have a problem down the line? I called social security and they said it would be ok since they have the correct information for his mothers information.
I just need some reassurance. I know it may seem so silly.... :(
Mothers maiden name on birth certificate?
Your maiden name is Garden. It makes absolutely no difference if one place has your middle name and the other does not. Both are the same maiden name -- Garden.
You are creating a problem where none exists. I bet there are a lot of people whose birth certificate and social security file have mother's maiden name with middle name on one and without on the other.
Reply:Well, if you were told it would be fine by people who know what they are talking about, then it will be fine.
Reply:you need a lawyer to do that
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I'm thinking of getting another tattoo, but where?
I want a butterfly tattoo. I already have a "flower vine," that runs down my side, along my waist to my pubic hair. And I have a bi girl symbol on my shoulder. It seems everyone has their lower back tattooed (I think that's sexy too but I was thinking something different). Maybe on my butt (hip) or my bikini line?
What do you think would be sexy and cool?
I'm thinking of getting another tattoo, but where?
A caricature of a butterfly that appears to be peeking over your waistline or from under your bikini line. Better, have it clinging to a/the vine peeking out. That way your varying waistline/bikini line would not not affect his/her position.
Reply:behind the ear? that sexy, and not too easy to see
Reply:i have mine on my shoulder which i can cover anytime i want, it didn't hurt at all and i get alot of compliments on it.
Reply:Maybe the Bikini line in front close to the vine. IF, it done correct you can have the Butterfly peeking out above your Bikini with a big smile on it's face.
Reply:Why don't you just tatoo a big L on the middle of your forehead for Loser? That's what most people think of people with tatoos. You risk getting hepatitis and even AIDs when you get a tatoo.
Reply:I know you stated that the lower back is overdone. But me a 35 year old male, can't get enough of seeing them! I think one that you see part of with clothes on is mysterious, makes you wander what the rest looks like.
So if you want regular dudes to notice go with the lower back.
Your description makes me curious about what you look like and how the tattoo accentuates you now!
Good luck and keep dancing, guys appreciate it! ! ! !
Reply:the mark of white trash on the a**
Reply:the back of your neck, easy to hide just in case.
great conversation piece.
Reply:a tramp stamp of course. lower back
Reply:the butt of course, how about it?
Reply:well if you want people to see it put it on top of you'r foot or where you'r bikini line is at
Reply:To begin, I have three tattoos.I have a set of stars on my right shoulder blade, a nautical star on my right ankle bone, and the Kanji symbol for 'unity' on the inner fleshy part of my right ankle.All of these places are very easy to hide with the right amount of clothing.Places like that are great for business people.The ideas about interweaving the butterfly and the vines would also be amazing.Your body is your own easel for art, let the decision be one that will ultimately be your decision.Enjoy!!!
What do you think would be sexy and cool?
I'm thinking of getting another tattoo, but where?
A caricature of a butterfly that appears to be peeking over your waistline or from under your bikini line. Better, have it clinging to a/the vine peeking out. That way your varying waistline/bikini line would not not affect his/her position.
Reply:behind the ear? that sexy, and not too easy to see
Reply:i have mine on my shoulder which i can cover anytime i want, it didn't hurt at all and i get alot of compliments on it.
Reply:Maybe the Bikini line in front close to the vine. IF, it done correct you can have the Butterfly peeking out above your Bikini with a big smile on it's face.
Reply:Why don't you just tatoo a big L on the middle of your forehead for Loser? That's what most people think of people with tatoos. You risk getting hepatitis and even AIDs when you get a tatoo.
Reply:I know you stated that the lower back is overdone. But me a 35 year old male, can't get enough of seeing them! I think one that you see part of with clothes on is mysterious, makes you wander what the rest looks like.
So if you want regular dudes to notice go with the lower back.
Your description makes me curious about what you look like and how the tattoo accentuates you now!
Good luck and keep dancing, guys appreciate it! ! ! !
Reply:the mark of white trash on the a**
Reply:the back of your neck, easy to hide just in case.
great conversation piece.
Reply:a tramp stamp of course. lower back
Reply:the butt of course, how about it?
Reply:well if you want people to see it put it on top of you'r foot or where you'r bikini line is at
Reply:To begin, I have three tattoos.I have a set of stars on my right shoulder blade, a nautical star on my right ankle bone, and the Kanji symbol for 'unity' on the inner fleshy part of my right ankle.All of these places are very easy to hide with the right amount of clothing.Places like that are great for business people.The ideas about interweaving the butterfly and the vines would also be amazing.Your body is your own easel for art, let the decision be one that will ultimately be your decision.Enjoy!!!
Wedding poses?
I am photographing a friend's wedding tomorrow and am having a brain freeze on what poses I should do. She really likes more casual posing and their wedding is going to be outside in her parents' backyard. Their yard is lined with woods and they have a brick patio (where the actual ceremony will be held) and they also have a small water fountain and a lot of beautiful landscaping and flowers. Any suggestions would be helpful as well as any websites to take a look at. Thanks!
Wedding poses?
What time of day is the wedding? If it's later in the afternoon then the lighting will be better than high noon or early afternoon.
Are you film or digital? Film has more latitude. With digital, you risk "blowing the highlights", or having no detail in the bright areas. (Like a white dress, for instance.) If you are not comfortable with manual settings, use the program mode and adjust the exposure comp until there are no winky-blinkys. Take a test shot or two, then check the histogram. You want pretty even distribution of the light levels. If they are all bunched to the left, it's too dark. If they are spilling off to the right, you have blown highlights. Adjust exposure as necessary.
Best case scenario, you will have medium bright overcast. Perfect for portraits. Worse case, bright sun and spots of shade. They will probably have an arch or something set up where the actual vows will take place. If it is in sunlight, use your flash at high output and the fastest shutter speed which will synch. That fill flash will open up the shadows underneath eye sockets and noses, and equalize the light between subject and background. It will also eat batteries, so have some spares on hand.
For your portraits, try to use a wide aperture, or use the portrait mode on your camera. Find nice, open shade if possible. Dappled sunlight is not your friend! So either have all shade or all sun, not some of each. Don't turn your subjects into the sun, (unless the sun is low in the sky) it will make them squint. Turn them at an angle to the sun, with the sun from the side or behind, if it's not too low. Use your flash, again, to open the shadows.
Open shade is nice, too. In shade, you can try some with no flash, and some with flash set at minus compensation, start at minus half and try a few down to -1 or maybe -1.5.
When posing, turn their bodies at an angle to the camera. Your subjects should always have a front and back shoulder, not a right and left. If it bends, bend it. Don't let the guys line up like prisoners with their hands in front of their crotch! (My pet peeve!) When doing groups, try to work in odd pairings. The b%26amp;g are always placed together, usually in front or a bit higher than the rest of the group. Hands in pocket for the guys are find. The girls, bride as well, will tend to hold their flowers too high. Have them lower the bouquet to waist level, or even to their side at hip level. Make sure the stems point to the back.
Pay attention to your composition. Make your shots either full-length, 3/4, or close-up. Don't cut off feet or fingers. Watch for trees or poles etc etc growing out of people's heads. Use caution in the use of wide angle in the closeup portraits. Portraits are better using moderate telephoto, say about 80mm to 150.. Don't forget to leave a little room for cropping to an 8x10.
Visit some professional wedding photographer's websites to see what poses you might try to duplicate. It's a bit late to practice much posing, but you can get some ideas. Make cheat sheets if you need to. Google Marc Williams, Bambi Cantrell, Jeff Ascough for starters.
I hope all goes well tomorrow and your friendship survives the event. Wedding photography really isn't for the faint hearted or amateur photographers. Make sure the bride's expectations are in line with your skill level to avoid dissapointment. Best wishes and good luck!
Reply:i always get good ideas from istock.com
http://www.istockphoto.com/file_search.p...
Reply:http://www.hullphotographic.com/weddings...
Wedding poses?
What time of day is the wedding? If it's later in the afternoon then the lighting will be better than high noon or early afternoon.
Are you film or digital? Film has more latitude. With digital, you risk "blowing the highlights", or having no detail in the bright areas. (Like a white dress, for instance.) If you are not comfortable with manual settings, use the program mode and adjust the exposure comp until there are no winky-blinkys. Take a test shot or two, then check the histogram. You want pretty even distribution of the light levels. If they are all bunched to the left, it's too dark. If they are spilling off to the right, you have blown highlights. Adjust exposure as necessary.
Best case scenario, you will have medium bright overcast. Perfect for portraits. Worse case, bright sun and spots of shade. They will probably have an arch or something set up where the actual vows will take place. If it is in sunlight, use your flash at high output and the fastest shutter speed which will synch. That fill flash will open up the shadows underneath eye sockets and noses, and equalize the light between subject and background. It will also eat batteries, so have some spares on hand.
For your portraits, try to use a wide aperture, or use the portrait mode on your camera. Find nice, open shade if possible. Dappled sunlight is not your friend! So either have all shade or all sun, not some of each. Don't turn your subjects into the sun, (unless the sun is low in the sky) it will make them squint. Turn them at an angle to the sun, with the sun from the side or behind, if it's not too low. Use your flash, again, to open the shadows.
Open shade is nice, too. In shade, you can try some with no flash, and some with flash set at minus compensation, start at minus half and try a few down to -1 or maybe -1.5.
When posing, turn their bodies at an angle to the camera. Your subjects should always have a front and back shoulder, not a right and left. If it bends, bend it. Don't let the guys line up like prisoners with their hands in front of their crotch! (My pet peeve!) When doing groups, try to work in odd pairings. The b%26amp;g are always placed together, usually in front or a bit higher than the rest of the group. Hands in pocket for the guys are find. The girls, bride as well, will tend to hold their flowers too high. Have them lower the bouquet to waist level, or even to their side at hip level. Make sure the stems point to the back.
Pay attention to your composition. Make your shots either full-length, 3/4, or close-up. Don't cut off feet or fingers. Watch for trees or poles etc etc growing out of people's heads. Use caution in the use of wide angle in the closeup portraits. Portraits are better using moderate telephoto, say about 80mm to 150.. Don't forget to leave a little room for cropping to an 8x10.
Visit some professional wedding photographer's websites to see what poses you might try to duplicate. It's a bit late to practice much posing, but you can get some ideas. Make cheat sheets if you need to. Google Marc Williams, Bambi Cantrell, Jeff Ascough for starters.
I hope all goes well tomorrow and your friendship survives the event. Wedding photography really isn't for the faint hearted or amateur photographers. Make sure the bride's expectations are in line with your skill level to avoid dissapointment. Best wishes and good luck!
Reply:i always get good ideas from istock.com
http://www.istockphoto.com/file_search.p...
Reply:http://www.hullphotographic.com/weddings...
Please help me find these short stories, a play, and poems.?
short stories:
The Flowers of May-Franz Arcellana,
Three Generations-Nick Joaquin,
Guardia de Honor-Nick Joaquin,
The Distance to Andromeda-Gregorio Brillantes,
Moon Under My Feet-Wilfredo Pascua Sanchez.
Play:
A Portrait of the Artist as Filipino-Nick Joaquin.
Poems:
The, Way, My, Ideas, Think, Me-Jose Garcia Villa,
I Can No More Hear Love's Voice-Jose Garcia Villa,
God Said I Made A Man-Jose Garcia Villa,
Song-Jose Lansang Jr.,
I Only Know That She Is Beautiful-Jose Lansang Jr.,
Chamson Militaire-Jose Lansang Jr.,
And With Anis and Ambergis-Jose Lansang Jr.,
Only a Comet Does Not Describe a Circle-Jose Lansang Jr.,
from Tiradores del Muerte-Erwin E. Castillo,
The Winning of Mariyang Ganda-Erwin E. Castillo,
Line for S-Alfred A. Yuson,
A Dream of Knives-Alfred A. Yuson,
Love in Talisay-Wilfredo Pascua Sanchez,
X Sight-Cesar Ruiz Aquino.
if you can find these, i'd be very grateful...
Please help me find these short stories, a play, and poems.?
The Distance to Andromeda-Gregorio Brillantes
this can be found at the silliman library
FILIPINIANA 808.83 B76
pages 93-99
as for PORTRAIT OF AN ARTIST AS FILIPINO, also found in the library: FILIPINIANA 899.2112 J57P
as for dr. aquino's xsight, here's the site where i found his poem:
http://www.panitikan.com.ph/poetry/xsigh...
let me know when you've found the others, i'm also looking for the same short stories and poems
what about THE BLACK MONKEY by edith l. tiempo? and ALL OVER THE WORLD by vicente rivera jr., and MAY DAY EVE by nick joaquin? have you found those 3 yet?
Reply:for the poems you could try going to www.poetry.com.
Reply:You can try sparknotes.com to find some of the following listed.
Reply:I don't know these writings but if they are classic try http://gutenberg.org
The Flowers of May-Franz Arcellana,
Three Generations-Nick Joaquin,
Guardia de Honor-Nick Joaquin,
The Distance to Andromeda-Gregorio Brillantes,
Moon Under My Feet-Wilfredo Pascua Sanchez.
Play:
A Portrait of the Artist as Filipino-Nick Joaquin.
Poems:
The, Way, My, Ideas, Think, Me-Jose Garcia Villa,
I Can No More Hear Love's Voice-Jose Garcia Villa,
God Said I Made A Man-Jose Garcia Villa,
Song-Jose Lansang Jr.,
I Only Know That She Is Beautiful-Jose Lansang Jr.,
Chamson Militaire-Jose Lansang Jr.,
And With Anis and Ambergis-Jose Lansang Jr.,
Only a Comet Does Not Describe a Circle-Jose Lansang Jr.,
from Tiradores del Muerte-Erwin E. Castillo,
The Winning of Mariyang Ganda-Erwin E. Castillo,
Line for S-Alfred A. Yuson,
A Dream of Knives-Alfred A. Yuson,
Love in Talisay-Wilfredo Pascua Sanchez,
X Sight-Cesar Ruiz Aquino.
if you can find these, i'd be very grateful...
Please help me find these short stories, a play, and poems.?
The Distance to Andromeda-Gregorio Brillantes
this can be found at the silliman library
FILIPINIANA 808.83 B76
pages 93-99
as for PORTRAIT OF AN ARTIST AS FILIPINO, also found in the library: FILIPINIANA 899.2112 J57P
as for dr. aquino's xsight, here's the site where i found his poem:
http://www.panitikan.com.ph/poetry/xsigh...
let me know when you've found the others, i'm also looking for the same short stories and poems
what about THE BLACK MONKEY by edith l. tiempo? and ALL OVER THE WORLD by vicente rivera jr., and MAY DAY EVE by nick joaquin? have you found those 3 yet?
Reply:for the poems you could try going to www.poetry.com.
Reply:You can try sparknotes.com to find some of the following listed.
Reply:I don't know these writings but if they are classic try http://gutenberg.org
How is this poem.......................?
Can you spot the weak lines......
The road is laid down quite straight
but the journey is not, neither fate
I look back as I step over the line
unto that unknown fate of mine
All hands that pick me when I fall
Go and leave me as I leave my thrall
As I walk, new seeds sprout all along
As birds sing a strange new song
The once tall and magnificent trees
seem withered and weak, one sees
Bear fruits in bounties from flowers
Falling in heaps as I lavishly devour
If their fruits don't drop or are sour
I throw rocks for the fruits to shower
The sun shines pleasantly and rise
beautiful flowers, birds, butterflies
Swiftly, sun and all disappear fully
Weather is dark, rainy and gloomy
Hare hops along shortcuts, diverging
from the road; tempted, I start following
The further I go, the farther I stray
To the waiting wolves, I fall as prey
Breezes blow me back, without due
Along the road I start to continue
Thunder roars, in the bushes I hide
Knowing no harm, I put fear aside
The road is untarred at stretches
I walk warily with unkeen senses
Rocks, roots, weeds cause a stall
Over it I trip, I stumble, and I fall
Into a ditch, all bruised and bloody
I can't climb out, I crawl all muddy
Slowly wounds heal, tears vanish
With vigour I jump out of rubbish
I stand tall as it curves and it goes
Along a small slope the road slows
Path's end isn't seen, though near
as falling fog mists my view unclear
But the sun rises as a new dawn
I see the end, beyond and gone
As paradise, the road doesn't end
Ahead many more roads transcend
How is this poem.......................?
the weak lines that i saw were:
Go and leave me as I leave my thrall
seem withered and weak, one sees
The road is untarred at stretches
since your pattern is ABABAB and your words rhyme like cat and mat, this line doesnt rhyme
Swiftly, sun and all disappear fully
Weather is dark, rainy and gloomy
and
Slowly wounds heal, tears vanish
With vigour I jump out of rubbish
Reply:I think it is a nice poem,quite good keep your good work..
Reply:Nice one
Reply:emo
Reply:gud one
Reply:You shoud make it into a song!
Reply:i think it's a nice poem.
did u ryt others?
cool!
wide children shoes
The road is laid down quite straight
but the journey is not, neither fate
I look back as I step over the line
unto that unknown fate of mine
All hands that pick me when I fall
Go and leave me as I leave my thrall
As I walk, new seeds sprout all along
As birds sing a strange new song
The once tall and magnificent trees
seem withered and weak, one sees
Bear fruits in bounties from flowers
Falling in heaps as I lavishly devour
If their fruits don't drop or are sour
I throw rocks for the fruits to shower
The sun shines pleasantly and rise
beautiful flowers, birds, butterflies
Swiftly, sun and all disappear fully
Weather is dark, rainy and gloomy
Hare hops along shortcuts, diverging
from the road; tempted, I start following
The further I go, the farther I stray
To the waiting wolves, I fall as prey
Breezes blow me back, without due
Along the road I start to continue
Thunder roars, in the bushes I hide
Knowing no harm, I put fear aside
The road is untarred at stretches
I walk warily with unkeen senses
Rocks, roots, weeds cause a stall
Over it I trip, I stumble, and I fall
Into a ditch, all bruised and bloody
I can't climb out, I crawl all muddy
Slowly wounds heal, tears vanish
With vigour I jump out of rubbish
I stand tall as it curves and it goes
Along a small slope the road slows
Path's end isn't seen, though near
as falling fog mists my view unclear
But the sun rises as a new dawn
I see the end, beyond and gone
As paradise, the road doesn't end
Ahead many more roads transcend
How is this poem.......................?
the weak lines that i saw were:
Go and leave me as I leave my thrall
seem withered and weak, one sees
The road is untarred at stretches
since your pattern is ABABAB and your words rhyme like cat and mat, this line doesnt rhyme
Swiftly, sun and all disappear fully
Weather is dark, rainy and gloomy
and
Slowly wounds heal, tears vanish
With vigour I jump out of rubbish
Reply:I think it is a nice poem,quite good keep your good work..
Reply:Nice one
Reply:emo
Reply:gud one
Reply:You shoud make it into a song!
Reply:i think it's a nice poem.
did u ryt others?
cool!
wide children shoes
One for gardeners; or maybe for P&S: calalilies?
Does anoyone have feelings about them being The Death Flower? We have some lining our driveway, and another HUGE bush in our backyard. I'm not big on flowers, and have never nurtured these things, but they grow in droves every March/April. So last year I gave several bunches to my next door neighbor, and it took a while for her to tell me she doesn't really care for flowers. She worked in the floral dept at our Safeway, so I never thought about it.
She had a miscarriage in November and their new puppy died of Parvo a few weeks later. *sigh*
I'm not one to believe in stuff, but just two days ago, a friend told me about the lilies being the death flower.
Substance? And maybe I'll post this elsewhere. Like I said, I don't buy into much...Thanks
One for gardeners; or maybe for P%26amp;S: calalilies?
urban legend
they are given at funerals because they ARE gorgeous flowers, but they make nothing happen
Reply:It's a silly superstition! They will not cause a miscarriage nor have I ever heard of them called the death flower
She had a miscarriage in November and their new puppy died of Parvo a few weeks later. *sigh*
I'm not one to believe in stuff, but just two days ago, a friend told me about the lilies being the death flower.
Substance? And maybe I'll post this elsewhere. Like I said, I don't buy into much...Thanks
One for gardeners; or maybe for P%26amp;S: calalilies?
urban legend
they are given at funerals because they ARE gorgeous flowers, but they make nothing happen
Reply:It's a silly superstition! They will not cause a miscarriage nor have I ever heard of them called the death flower
How is this poem.............................
Its not mine. I read it a while ago. I think its about adolescence. The trees represent parents, teachers, the roads diverging -drugs, smoking and weather changes- mood swings, etc.....
The road is laid down quite straight
but the journey is not, fate neither
I look back as I step over the line
unto that uncertain fate of mine
All hands that pick me when I fall
fade away as wave away my thrall
As I walk, new seeds sprout all along
And birds sing a strange new song
The once tall and magnificent trees
now seem old, withered and weak
Bearing fruits in bounties from flowers
Falling in heaps as I lavishly devour
If their fruits don't drop or are sour
I throw rocks for the fruits to shower
The sun shines pleasantly and rise
beautiful flowers, birds, butterflies
Suddenly the sun and all disappear
it becomes gloomy, dark and rainy
Hare hops along shortcuts, diverging
from the road; tempted, I start following
The further I go, the farther I stray
To the waiting wolves, I fall as prey
Breezes blow me back, without due
Along the road I start to continue
Yelling, I trip, I stumble and I fall
over sticks, rocks, roots, and weeds
Into a ditch, all bruised and bloody
I can't climb out, I crawl all muddy
Slowly tears vanish, wounds heal
I climb slowly out, fear I don't feel
Along a small slope the road slows
I stand tall as it curves and it goes
Somtimes I run, sometimes I walk
sometimes too tired I sit and stall
Path's end isn't seen, though near
as falling fog mists my view unclear
But the sun rises as a new dawn
I see the end, beyond and gone
As paradise, the road doesn't end
Ahead many more roads transcend
How is this poem.............................
It is a great poem,but more importantly I think you've interpreted it correctly also.I love to write poems,and to read them.As a matter of fact that was what I gave for Christmas this year.I wrote my friend and husband a poem.They had no deep hidden meaning as you found in this one though.Good job.
Reply:It isn't focused enough, wanders, like listening to someone talk just to hear themselves...... but then again what do I know.
Reply:mind touching, meaningful poem.
no words to express.
Reply:Beautiful. Really touching.
Reply:Great interpretation! It is a poem that really makes a person think.
The road is laid down quite straight
but the journey is not, fate neither
I look back as I step over the line
unto that uncertain fate of mine
All hands that pick me when I fall
fade away as wave away my thrall
As I walk, new seeds sprout all along
And birds sing a strange new song
The once tall and magnificent trees
now seem old, withered and weak
Bearing fruits in bounties from flowers
Falling in heaps as I lavishly devour
If their fruits don't drop or are sour
I throw rocks for the fruits to shower
The sun shines pleasantly and rise
beautiful flowers, birds, butterflies
Suddenly the sun and all disappear
it becomes gloomy, dark and rainy
Hare hops along shortcuts, diverging
from the road; tempted, I start following
The further I go, the farther I stray
To the waiting wolves, I fall as prey
Breezes blow me back, without due
Along the road I start to continue
Yelling, I trip, I stumble and I fall
over sticks, rocks, roots, and weeds
Into a ditch, all bruised and bloody
I can't climb out, I crawl all muddy
Slowly tears vanish, wounds heal
I climb slowly out, fear I don't feel
Along a small slope the road slows
I stand tall as it curves and it goes
Somtimes I run, sometimes I walk
sometimes too tired I sit and stall
Path's end isn't seen, though near
as falling fog mists my view unclear
But the sun rises as a new dawn
I see the end, beyond and gone
As paradise, the road doesn't end
Ahead many more roads transcend
How is this poem.............................
It is a great poem,but more importantly I think you've interpreted it correctly also.I love to write poems,and to read them.As a matter of fact that was what I gave for Christmas this year.I wrote my friend and husband a poem.They had no deep hidden meaning as you found in this one though.Good job.
Reply:It isn't focused enough, wanders, like listening to someone talk just to hear themselves...... but then again what do I know.
Reply:mind touching, meaningful poem.
no words to express.
Reply:Beautiful. Really touching.
Reply:Great interpretation! It is a poem that really makes a person think.
Is it weird / tacky to have no bridesmaids / groomsmen but have a flower girl & ring bearer?
My fiance and I have never had any close friends, just us all through school. If I had bridesmaids, they would be my cousins that I never see and they haven't really even known me during my relationship with him.
So since we have a cute little ring bearer and a flower girl do we need anything else?
Any suggestions on how to go about the actual wedding part (which will take place outside) without "attendants" in the line up? I don't want people to think we have no friends! We're nice people!
Is it weird / tacky to have no bridesmaids / groomsmen but have a flower girl %26amp; ring bearer?
no, its not weird. i've seen it before, my friend had a ringbearer and flower girl but no bridesmaids/groomsmen. i think they are just for show. I never really knew what they're for anyway...?
Reply:Weddings are becoming so NON traditional these days so I wouldn't worry a bit about not having bridesmaids %26amp; groomsmen. I think it will make the ceremony seem more intimate with just the two of you up there. My suggestion would be for the ring bearer %26amp; flower girl to walk down together %26amp; sit down at the front. It might be a little akward with them being the only ones standing with you at the front. Good luck!
Reply:That sounds perfect!
Reply:I think its a great idea. It will avoid all the drama and expense of the bridal party. You can have 2 family members sign as witnesses after. There is no reason to have them all and i have in fact been to a wedding where there was no bridal party and it was lovely. It was formal with music and flowers and fancy but no b party.
Reply:I think it sounds simple and beautiful. The people that will
be there are the only ones that should be, and the only
two people you should care about are you and your future
husband. The whole thing is to celebrate your love and
not proper or improper wedding etiquette. Have a long
and happy life together.
Reply:Not at all, why bother having bridesmaids if you don't have close friends, they are not a legal requirement so you can have as many or as few as you like.
Reply:Sounds like it's perfect for you. And it is YOUR wedding. Don't worry about the attendants. Let's see, the bride's attendant usually adjusts her dress and holds her flowers during the actual ceremony. Your mom or a friend can do the former (or choose a dress that doesn't need adjusting) and the flower girl can do the latter. Assuming a ring bearer has the rings, the best man doesn't do much, anyway.
Reply:You have to have at least 2 people to sign the marriage licenses at witnesses. I didn't want attendants either. I have 1 best man and 1 maid of honor, that's it. Just get one of each that you are somewhat close to. Good luck and best wishes!
Reply:I think it'll look really sweet with just the two of you up there...there's no one more important in the relationship than you two.
and the kids will look adorable. everything will be perfect this way :)
Reply:no, its just not traditional.
Reply:This is your wedding so do as you please. I think it will look fine with just a flower girl and ring bearer. As for my wedding coming up we are not having any bridesmaids or groomsmen either. You want your wedding to be "your own". So you don't have to go by the book you know?
Reply:I worked as a wedding photographer for five years. Having no bridal party except for the flower girl and the ring bearer is more common than you think. I've had more than twenty such cases. It is YOUR wedding day, who cares what they think! All you really need is your spouse and the clergy/justice. Good luck on your wedding plans!
Reply:No, I think it would be just fine. I have been to several weddings where there was no bridesmaids/groomsmen. During the ceremony more focus will be on you and your future hubby. It could be a very intimate wedding and if you have no bridesmaids/groomsmen in it, it will have more of that kind of feeling.
So since we have a cute little ring bearer and a flower girl do we need anything else?
Any suggestions on how to go about the actual wedding part (which will take place outside) without "attendants" in the line up? I don't want people to think we have no friends! We're nice people!
Is it weird / tacky to have no bridesmaids / groomsmen but have a flower girl %26amp; ring bearer?
no, its not weird. i've seen it before, my friend had a ringbearer and flower girl but no bridesmaids/groomsmen. i think they are just for show. I never really knew what they're for anyway...?
Reply:Weddings are becoming so NON traditional these days so I wouldn't worry a bit about not having bridesmaids %26amp; groomsmen. I think it will make the ceremony seem more intimate with just the two of you up there. My suggestion would be for the ring bearer %26amp; flower girl to walk down together %26amp; sit down at the front. It might be a little akward with them being the only ones standing with you at the front. Good luck!
Reply:That sounds perfect!
Reply:I think its a great idea. It will avoid all the drama and expense of the bridal party. You can have 2 family members sign as witnesses after. There is no reason to have them all and i have in fact been to a wedding where there was no bridal party and it was lovely. It was formal with music and flowers and fancy but no b party.
Reply:I think it sounds simple and beautiful. The people that will
be there are the only ones that should be, and the only
two people you should care about are you and your future
husband. The whole thing is to celebrate your love and
not proper or improper wedding etiquette. Have a long
and happy life together.
Reply:Not at all, why bother having bridesmaids if you don't have close friends, they are not a legal requirement so you can have as many or as few as you like.
Reply:Sounds like it's perfect for you. And it is YOUR wedding. Don't worry about the attendants. Let's see, the bride's attendant usually adjusts her dress and holds her flowers during the actual ceremony. Your mom or a friend can do the former (or choose a dress that doesn't need adjusting) and the flower girl can do the latter. Assuming a ring bearer has the rings, the best man doesn't do much, anyway.
Reply:You have to have at least 2 people to sign the marriage licenses at witnesses. I didn't want attendants either. I have 1 best man and 1 maid of honor, that's it. Just get one of each that you are somewhat close to. Good luck and best wishes!
Reply:I think it'll look really sweet with just the two of you up there...there's no one more important in the relationship than you two.
and the kids will look adorable. everything will be perfect this way :)
Reply:no, its just not traditional.
Reply:This is your wedding so do as you please. I think it will look fine with just a flower girl and ring bearer. As for my wedding coming up we are not having any bridesmaids or groomsmen either. You want your wedding to be "your own". So you don't have to go by the book you know?
Reply:I worked as a wedding photographer for five years. Having no bridal party except for the flower girl and the ring bearer is more common than you think. I've had more than twenty such cases. It is YOUR wedding day, who cares what they think! All you really need is your spouse and the clergy/justice. Good luck on your wedding plans!
Reply:No, I think it would be just fine. I have been to several weddings where there was no bridesmaids/groomsmen. During the ceremony more focus will be on you and your future hubby. It could be a very intimate wedding and if you have no bridesmaids/groomsmen in it, it will have more of that kind of feeling.
Why dont my husband do sweet, simple things?
Me and my husband have a great relationship, we tell each other everything..we have 2 wonderful kids together. were young..im 18 and hes 21. But why doesnt he do the simple sweet things? Like give me flowers....tell me sweet things....leave me swwet messages...you know stuff along that line? I really wish he would, it means alot to me, i have asked him and he just blows it off and stuff......any answers for me?
Why dont my husband do sweet, simple things?
Everybody has different personality. He might be someone who don't favor to do such things. As long as he loves you, care for you, I think it doesn't matter if he didn't give you flowers or such sweet things.
You guys are married and have children already, you should have known him well and can accept his personality. Don't too force him to do something he don't like.
He might be doing something sweet in other ways. Everyone has their own uniqueness.
Reply:He has a penis.
No seriously now. Anyway, guys really don't tend to think of these sorta things after awhile. They won you over already, why keep goin? They think that if they are still around and providing for you that it should be obvious that they love you.
Reply:He must be related to my husband somehow cause' he's the same way. He probably won't start either. I've been married almost 6 years now and have tried everything...still nothing. So for now just keep praying it will happen...treat him with respect and show him you love him. Keep hoping for the best. Chances are, he won't change but if he does, good for you. Good luck.
Reply:Chances are if he didn't do these things before then he probably won't start now. But don't be discouraged because men do change but sometimes it takes them a while or maybe a hint or two or three! LOL. Anyway maybe you should try the role you want him to play. Buy him some flowers or give him a card leave him a note. If he doesn't reciprocate then I don't know.
Reply:Well, if he wasn't like that when you first married him there is a slim chance he will after you marry him.
Reply:Because he has you that's why. If you were to leave him, believe me all the sweet stuff would start all over again. Don't get me wrong, I'm not telling you to leave him, but I went through the same thing with my 1st husband, and everytime we split up I got flowers, gifts, etc.. but it wouldn't last.
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Why dont my husband do sweet, simple things?
Everybody has different personality. He might be someone who don't favor to do such things. As long as he loves you, care for you, I think it doesn't matter if he didn't give you flowers or such sweet things.
You guys are married and have children already, you should have known him well and can accept his personality. Don't too force him to do something he don't like.
He might be doing something sweet in other ways. Everyone has their own uniqueness.
Reply:He has a penis.
No seriously now. Anyway, guys really don't tend to think of these sorta things after awhile. They won you over already, why keep goin? They think that if they are still around and providing for you that it should be obvious that they love you.
Reply:He must be related to my husband somehow cause' he's the same way. He probably won't start either. I've been married almost 6 years now and have tried everything...still nothing. So for now just keep praying it will happen...treat him with respect and show him you love him. Keep hoping for the best. Chances are, he won't change but if he does, good for you. Good luck.
Reply:Chances are if he didn't do these things before then he probably won't start now. But don't be discouraged because men do change but sometimes it takes them a while or maybe a hint or two or three! LOL. Anyway maybe you should try the role you want him to play. Buy him some flowers or give him a card leave him a note. If he doesn't reciprocate then I don't know.
Reply:Well, if he wasn't like that when you first married him there is a slim chance he will after you marry him.
Reply:Because he has you that's why. If you were to leave him, believe me all the sweet stuff would start all over again. Don't get me wrong, I'm not telling you to leave him, but I went through the same thing with my 1st husband, and everytime we split up I got flowers, gifts, etc.. but it wouldn't last.
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Romeo and Juliet---Act 2 Scene 3, Friar Lawrence?
What old themes and images does Friar Lawrence's opening soliloquy pick up and what new themes and images does it introduce? This is from line 1 to line 30. HELP!!
Here are the lines Friar Lawrence speaks:
The grey-ey'd morn smiles on the frowning night,
Check'ring the eastern clouds with streaks of light;
And fleckled darkness like a drunkard reels
From forth day's path and Titan's fiery wheels:
Now ere the sun advance his burning eye,
The day to cheer, and night's dank dew to dry,
I must upfill this osier cage of ours
With baleful weeds and precious-juiced flowers.
The earth that's nature's mother is her tomb;
What is her burying grave, that is her vomb;
And from her womb children of divers kind
We sucking on her natural bosom find:
Many for many virtues excellent,
None but for some, and yet all different.
O mickle is the powerful grace that lies
In plants, herbs, stones, and their true qualities:
For nought so vile, that on hte earth doth give;
etc.
Romeo and Juliet---Act 2 Scene 3, Friar Lawrence?
Darkness/Light
Herbology
Fate
Reply:The main old theme picked up in this soliloquy is the use of daylight/morning as a metaphor for new hope. In Act II,ii, Romeo compares Juliet to the dawn ("it is the east, and Juliet is the sun"). Here, the Friar begins his speech with a passage about the sun chasing away the gloom of the night, with an intertwined metaphor for happiness ("smiles"/"cheer") chasing away sadness ("frowning night").
The comparison and contrast of day and night flow into a related passage contrasting birth ("nature's mother"/"her womb") and death ('tomb"/burying grave"). This segues neatly into the introduction of a new theme: the idea of opposing forces. Just as with light and darkness, happiness and sadness, and birth and death, the Friar now compares the properties of plants: that they, like all things in life, have two edges: the vilest plant has some benefit, and the sweetest plants, misapplied, can cause "vice".
The Friar uses this as an example for how opposing forces act in people as well as plants: that in a person, "grace" is opposed by "rude will". This is the point at which Romeo arrives, and this is no accident of timing. Romeo's youthful passion and impetuousness, which is capable of capturing the flower of Juliet's love, will be the very thing that later causes him to impulsively kill Tybalt and finally kill himself with poison in the final Act.
Here are the lines Friar Lawrence speaks:
The grey-ey'd morn smiles on the frowning night,
Check'ring the eastern clouds with streaks of light;
And fleckled darkness like a drunkard reels
From forth day's path and Titan's fiery wheels:
Now ere the sun advance his burning eye,
The day to cheer, and night's dank dew to dry,
I must upfill this osier cage of ours
With baleful weeds and precious-juiced flowers.
The earth that's nature's mother is her tomb;
What is her burying grave, that is her vomb;
And from her womb children of divers kind
We sucking on her natural bosom find:
Many for many virtues excellent,
None but for some, and yet all different.
O mickle is the powerful grace that lies
In plants, herbs, stones, and their true qualities:
For nought so vile, that on hte earth doth give;
etc.
Romeo and Juliet---Act 2 Scene 3, Friar Lawrence?
Darkness/Light
Herbology
Fate
Reply:The main old theme picked up in this soliloquy is the use of daylight/morning as a metaphor for new hope. In Act II,ii, Romeo compares Juliet to the dawn ("it is the east, and Juliet is the sun"). Here, the Friar begins his speech with a passage about the sun chasing away the gloom of the night, with an intertwined metaphor for happiness ("smiles"/"cheer") chasing away sadness ("frowning night").
The comparison and contrast of day and night flow into a related passage contrasting birth ("nature's mother"/"her womb") and death ('tomb"/burying grave"). This segues neatly into the introduction of a new theme: the idea of opposing forces. Just as with light and darkness, happiness and sadness, and birth and death, the Friar now compares the properties of plants: that they, like all things in life, have two edges: the vilest plant has some benefit, and the sweetest plants, misapplied, can cause "vice".
The Friar uses this as an example for how opposing forces act in people as well as plants: that in a person, "grace" is opposed by "rude will". This is the point at which Romeo arrives, and this is no accident of timing. Romeo's youthful passion and impetuousness, which is capable of capturing the flower of Juliet's love, will be the very thing that later causes him to impulsively kill Tybalt and finally kill himself with poison in the final Act.
I'm making Christmas cookies for friends but want a poem to give with them . . . . .?
I'd like to find a poem that would go with a batch of Christmas cookies. Perhaps funny, perhaps making each cookie symbolic for something etc etc. I got a bridal shower gift with several things in a box and a poem that said something like "Flour because flowers make your home beautiful" or something along those lines. So, I'm looking for a poem like that about cookies. Poem doesn't have to be related to Christmas at all.
I've searched google to no avail!
I'm making Christmas cookies for friends but want a poem to give with them . . . . .?
lovingly hand-made
like all the very best gifts
savor the seasons
(haiku)
Reply:Honestly, just try to think of something to write. The peom doesn't have to rhyme nor does it have to be a true poem it could just been a very warm greeting from yourself to whomever.
I've searched google to no avail!
I'm making Christmas cookies for friends but want a poem to give with them . . . . .?
lovingly hand-made
like all the very best gifts
savor the seasons
(haiku)
Reply:Honestly, just try to think of something to write. The peom doesn't have to rhyme nor does it have to be a true poem it could just been a very warm greeting from yourself to whomever.
Contest....... Please tell me your best haiku.Best hiaku gets 10 pts. Your hiaku must be about nature.have fun
A hiaku is a poem. In the first line it has 5 syllables.
The second line has 7 syllables.
and the third line has 5 syllables.
my example:
Flowers start to grow
Butterflies fly in the sky
God's spring creation
Contest....... Please tell me your best haiku.Best hiaku gets 10 pts. Your hiaku must be about nature.have fun
may is kind of here,
seasons shift though, globall warming,
cool now hot later
Reply:Scented perfumed bells
Blue as the bright summer sky
Heralding summer's promise.
Reply:Precarious snow
Irresponsibility
Avalanche will flow
Reply:Heres 5 syllables
Now 7 more syllables
Lastly 5 more right here
Reply:I like to watch birds
In the beautiful daylight
Sun shining so bright
I hope you like it. I am not good at doing poems.
Reply:I see a rainbow
Beheld in all its glory
Colorful and bright.
Reply:No sky
no earth - but still
snowflakes fall
- Hashin
Reply:awaken the earth
plants and animals lively
as the spring before
Reply:seasons change, so zen
why bother ourselves at all
are we not people
Reply:There lies a big turd,
Laying smelling on the ground,
The flies buzz all around.
Reply:glowing sun above
summer is finally here
heat radiates me
The second line has 7 syllables.
and the third line has 5 syllables.
my example:
Flowers start to grow
Butterflies fly in the sky
God's spring creation
Contest....... Please tell me your best haiku.Best hiaku gets 10 pts. Your hiaku must be about nature.have fun
may is kind of here,
seasons shift though, globall warming,
cool now hot later
Reply:Scented perfumed bells
Blue as the bright summer sky
Heralding summer's promise.
Reply:Precarious snow
Irresponsibility
Avalanche will flow
Reply:Heres 5 syllables
Now 7 more syllables
Lastly 5 more right here
Reply:I like to watch birds
In the beautiful daylight
Sun shining so bright
I hope you like it. I am not good at doing poems.
Reply:I see a rainbow
Beheld in all its glory
Colorful and bright.
Reply:No sky
no earth - but still
snowflakes fall
- Hashin
Reply:awaken the earth
plants and animals lively
as the spring before
Reply:seasons change, so zen
why bother ourselves at all
are we not people
Reply:There lies a big turd,
Laying smelling on the ground,
The flies buzz all around.
Reply:glowing sun above
summer is finally here
heat radiates me
For remembrance sunday why do they use a poppy?
why not use a different flower,i heard it was something to do with a field when we knew we won the war or something on them lines???
For remembrance sunday why do they use a poppy?
Because Poppies grew where the soldiers fell and died, it's a symbol of the slaughter of WW1.
Reply:yes..didnt they grow on the Flanders Fields..where so much blood was shed in the first world war? thats what i had always believed.
Reply:The poppy is the symbol of Flanders Field.
Reply:With sincere respect for the memory of our soldiers who were killed during WW1, they did not die for the defence of their country. If anything they died for the defence of France.
WW1 has been described as a war waiting to happen. It was caused initially by a conflict between the Austro-Hungarian Empire and Serbia. Russia intervened on behalf of Serbia, and Germany took the opportunity to go to war, supporting Austria. France was an ally of Russia, and Britain an ally of France.
That is why Britain was tragically involved in a war which had nothing to do with them.
Reply:" In Flanders Fields where Poppies grow......." haven't you ever heard the verse. It recalls the fields where thousands of French and German troops were killed in vicious battle during WW1
The fields were put aside as a cemetery in remembrance of these man and the battles they fought. The Poppies fill the fields every years, like a symbol.
Reply:The poppy is used due to the ww1 poem In Flanders Fields, where poppies stand row by row to commemorate the war dead.
Reply:Poppies grow best on disturbed ground, and in the fields where all the fighting took places there are now thousands and thousands of poppies. Have a look for some pictures on the net, it's a very moving sight to see all these beautiful flowers on the site where so many died defending their country.
Reply:You would need to know a bit about the first world war 1914-1918. The terrible slaughter of soldiers in the battles in Flanders , the fields awash with blood , and the fields also covered in wild poppies. So the poppy became symbolic of the blood and loss of life. The tradition has carried on through the second world war and up to the present time.
Reply:In Flanders Fields
by Major John McCrae
Canadian Officer
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below
We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields
http://www.cyclequest.com/Vets/Flanders%...
http://www.arlingtoncemetery.net/flander...
Reply:The poppys were the first flowers to grow on Flanders field (Where some battles were fought) after the war.
Reply:i thought it was to symbolise the blood lost but apparantley
Poppies are red flowers which are worn to show others that you are remembering those who died for their country.
The reason poppies are used is because they are the flowers which grew on the battle fields after the World War 1 ended.
Poppies are also used to raise money for all the old soldiers who are still alive.
The organisation in charge of looking after older soldiers, or veterans, is called the British Legion.
Each year, volunteers will sell these poppies in the street all over Britain.
Reply:i dont know if this is correct but the different parts of the poppy supposedly represents different aspects of the battlefield
the green leaf=the battlefield
the red petal=the bloodshed
the black centre=the bullet
Reply:Scarlet poppies (popaver rhoeas) grow naturally in conditions of disturbed earth throughout Western Europe. The destruction brought by the Napoleonic wars of the early 19th Century transformed bare land into fields of blood red poppies, growing around the bodies of the fallen soldiers.
In late 1914, the fields of Northern France and Flanders were once again ripped open as the First World War raged through Europe's heart.
The significance of the poppy as a lasting memorial symbol to the fallen was realised by the Canadian surgeon John McCrae in his poem "In Flanders Fields". The poppy came to represent the immeasurable sacrifice made by his comrades and quickly became a lasting memorial to those who died in the First World War and later conflicts.
The White Poppy
The white poppy was first introduced by the Women's Co-operative Guild in 1933 and was intended as a lasting symbol for peace and an end to all wars.
Worn on Armistice Day, now Remembrance Sunday, the white poppy was produced by the Co-operative Wholesale Society because the Royal British Legion had refused to be associated with its manufacture.
While the white poppy was never intended to offend the memory of those who died in the Great War, many veterans felt that its significance undermined their contribution and the lasting meaning of the red poppy. Such was the seriousness of this issue that some women lost their jobs in the 1930s for wearing white poppies.
In Flanders Fields
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
John McCrae (1872 - 1918)
Reply:In the era of WW1 the fields of Flanders in France were always alive with the poppy and they were in corn fields everywhere. It used to be the same here before the wider uses of weed killers on farms.
Reply:It is to do with the poppy fields at Flanders, and I think that when they have the remembrance service every year they release one petal for every soldier who has given his life in conflict.
Reply:We use a poppy because that is all you can buy prior to rememberance Sunday.
Reply:because the poppy is supposed to repricent the symbol of love peace an tranquility a red rose they cant ask people to go round with huge roses stuck to their lapels can they also the rose is the orignal symbol of britain
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For remembrance sunday why do they use a poppy?
Because Poppies grew where the soldiers fell and died, it's a symbol of the slaughter of WW1.
Reply:yes..didnt they grow on the Flanders Fields..where so much blood was shed in the first world war? thats what i had always believed.
Reply:The poppy is the symbol of Flanders Field.
Reply:With sincere respect for the memory of our soldiers who were killed during WW1, they did not die for the defence of their country. If anything they died for the defence of France.
WW1 has been described as a war waiting to happen. It was caused initially by a conflict between the Austro-Hungarian Empire and Serbia. Russia intervened on behalf of Serbia, and Germany took the opportunity to go to war, supporting Austria. France was an ally of Russia, and Britain an ally of France.
That is why Britain was tragically involved in a war which had nothing to do with them.
Reply:" In Flanders Fields where Poppies grow......." haven't you ever heard the verse. It recalls the fields where thousands of French and German troops were killed in vicious battle during WW1
The fields were put aside as a cemetery in remembrance of these man and the battles they fought. The Poppies fill the fields every years, like a symbol.
Reply:The poppy is used due to the ww1 poem In Flanders Fields, where poppies stand row by row to commemorate the war dead.
Reply:Poppies grow best on disturbed ground, and in the fields where all the fighting took places there are now thousands and thousands of poppies. Have a look for some pictures on the net, it's a very moving sight to see all these beautiful flowers on the site where so many died defending their country.
Reply:You would need to know a bit about the first world war 1914-1918. The terrible slaughter of soldiers in the battles in Flanders , the fields awash with blood , and the fields also covered in wild poppies. So the poppy became symbolic of the blood and loss of life. The tradition has carried on through the second world war and up to the present time.
Reply:In Flanders Fields
by Major John McCrae
Canadian Officer
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below
We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields
http://www.cyclequest.com/Vets/Flanders%...
http://www.arlingtoncemetery.net/flander...
Reply:The poppys were the first flowers to grow on Flanders field (Where some battles were fought) after the war.
Reply:i thought it was to symbolise the blood lost but apparantley
Poppies are red flowers which are worn to show others that you are remembering those who died for their country.
The reason poppies are used is because they are the flowers which grew on the battle fields after the World War 1 ended.
Poppies are also used to raise money for all the old soldiers who are still alive.
The organisation in charge of looking after older soldiers, or veterans, is called the British Legion.
Each year, volunteers will sell these poppies in the street all over Britain.
Reply:i dont know if this is correct but the different parts of the poppy supposedly represents different aspects of the battlefield
the green leaf=the battlefield
the red petal=the bloodshed
the black centre=the bullet
Reply:Scarlet poppies (popaver rhoeas) grow naturally in conditions of disturbed earth throughout Western Europe. The destruction brought by the Napoleonic wars of the early 19th Century transformed bare land into fields of blood red poppies, growing around the bodies of the fallen soldiers.
In late 1914, the fields of Northern France and Flanders were once again ripped open as the First World War raged through Europe's heart.
The significance of the poppy as a lasting memorial symbol to the fallen was realised by the Canadian surgeon John McCrae in his poem "In Flanders Fields". The poppy came to represent the immeasurable sacrifice made by his comrades and quickly became a lasting memorial to those who died in the First World War and later conflicts.
The White Poppy
The white poppy was first introduced by the Women's Co-operative Guild in 1933 and was intended as a lasting symbol for peace and an end to all wars.
Worn on Armistice Day, now Remembrance Sunday, the white poppy was produced by the Co-operative Wholesale Society because the Royal British Legion had refused to be associated with its manufacture.
While the white poppy was never intended to offend the memory of those who died in the Great War, many veterans felt that its significance undermined their contribution and the lasting meaning of the red poppy. Such was the seriousness of this issue that some women lost their jobs in the 1930s for wearing white poppies.
In Flanders Fields
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
John McCrae (1872 - 1918)
Reply:In the era of WW1 the fields of Flanders in France were always alive with the poppy and they were in corn fields everywhere. It used to be the same here before the wider uses of weed killers on farms.
Reply:It is to do with the poppy fields at Flanders, and I think that when they have the remembrance service every year they release one petal for every soldier who has given his life in conflict.
Reply:We use a poppy because that is all you can buy prior to rememberance Sunday.
Reply:because the poppy is supposed to repricent the symbol of love peace an tranquility a red rose they cant ask people to go round with huge roses stuck to their lapels can they also the rose is the orignal symbol of britain
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I'm looking for the name of a song. It was in the 90's. It's a slow sad song.?
A guy sings the song. The song is about a guy who's girlfriend is geting an abortion. I can't remember a whole lot..In the song it says he goes and buys her flowers and I think one line goes kinda like this "She's a breaking up proud and slowly...off the cost and I'm headed nowhere"
I'm looking for the name of a song. It was in the 90's. It's a slow sad song.?
Ben Folds Five, name of the song was Brick. The CD is Whatever and Ever, Amen. Good CD. Good band.
She's a brick, and I'm drowning slowly
Off the coast and I'm headed nowhere
Reply:sorry I've never heard of it
Reply:"Brick" by Ben Folds Five
Reply:the song is "brick" by ben folds five...i was actually listening to it right when i saw your question. weird stuff
I'm looking for the name of a song. It was in the 90's. It's a slow sad song.?
Ben Folds Five, name of the song was Brick. The CD is Whatever and Ever, Amen. Good CD. Good band.
She's a brick, and I'm drowning slowly
Off the coast and I'm headed nowhere
Reply:sorry I've never heard of it
Reply:"Brick" by Ben Folds Five
Reply:the song is "brick" by ben folds five...i was actually listening to it right when i saw your question. weird stuff
Tree recommendation?
I need some ideas. I live in TX, wanting to plant something that will reach maybe 15 foot or so in height. Something along the lines of a crepe myrtle, although I was hoping for something that would stay green year around and flowering.
Tree recommendation?
If you're in a warm part of Texas you might try a hibiscus.
Reply:Maybe a Vitex ( lavender tree) or a Texas Mountain laurel. Really depends on what part of Texas you live in. This is a great big state we live in with alot of different zones.
Reply:http://www.arborday.org
Check out their tree wizard
Reply:get a youkamula ttorany tree. its japanese
Reply:Although I cannot think of one at the top of my head, I would also suggest looking at the Horticulture magazine. It also has great tips on how to take care of them. Best of luck to ya =)
Reply:camellia
Tree recommendation?
If you're in a warm part of Texas you might try a hibiscus.
Reply:Maybe a Vitex ( lavender tree) or a Texas Mountain laurel. Really depends on what part of Texas you live in. This is a great big state we live in with alot of different zones.
Reply:http://www.arborday.org
Check out their tree wizard
Reply:get a youkamula ttorany tree. its japanese
Reply:Although I cannot think of one at the top of my head, I would also suggest looking at the Horticulture magazine. It also has great tips on how to take care of them. Best of luck to ya =)
Reply:camellia
How is this book i am writing? Plz tell me!?
im writing this book is it good?
Chapter 1-
I acted like I didn’t know the strange and unusual man, but I did. I had known him from my dreams, my nightmares, but not real life. I had been searching for him for 3 decades, and now I have found him. I was in the grocery store picking out some oranges for my 4 year old daughter, Kendra at home. That was her favorite fruit so I had to buy a lot of them. But there is where I noticed him. He was grabbing a plastic bag out of the steel bin, and he looked so familiar from they eyes and they shape of the eyebrows. They looked triangular in a way. His eyes looked Chinese, but he wasn’t Chinese at all. I kept acting like he was a stranger to me and I had never seen him in my life. But they whole thing bothered me. So I had to do something about it. So I painfully bumped into him. I didn’t mean to do it painfully, but I did mean to bump him.
“Excuse me?” the man glared at me.
“Oh I’m so sorry”, I said acting like the whole thing was an accident.
“Was it my fault?” he had a quiet English accent.
“No it was all mine, I am sorry again, but by the way are you from England?” I asked him. It was a stupid question but I just had to find some stuff out about this strange man I had seen before.
“Yes, I currently live there”, he said brushing some dust off his shirt and pants.
“I am just here trying to visit this one girl”, he said with his English voice getting higher.
“Oh, your girlfriend?” I asked him. He looked like he was in his low 30’s. But he would have said “my wife” if he was married.
“No I haven’t met her yet!” I looked at him differently. I squinted then rethought this thing over again.
“What if he is looking for me!” I asked my self.
“It’s confusing, I know. But she is in my dreams. And it is always placed here, in Lawton, Oklahoma”, he told me. And I immediately dropped the bag of oranges.
“That is exactly where my dream is placed”, I thought to myself. This is him for sure.
“And she looks familiar to you”, he told me. He started observing me and getting closer. I stepped back 1 step. I was starting to freak out.
“Are you okay?” he asked me. I know I didn’t seem okay but I was.
“Yes, but I have to tell you something”. I answered his question pretty quickly.
“What is it?” he looked deep into my big brown eyes. He had light green eyes that shined so bright.
“My dreams sound just like yours, but I am here looking for a man. And he happens to look exactly like you”, I said quietly.
“We have to meet up some time”, the man told me. I nodded then we shook hands.
“I’m Elizabeth Renner, but you can call me Eliza”, I told him. He smiled and his mouth came open. His teeth were as white as snow.
“And I am Holland Hernie, and you can just call me Holland”, He laughed then let go of my hand.
“We can meet up at my place tomorrow afternoon if you’d like”, I told him. It felt weird just letting a stranger be welcomed into my home, but he didn’t seem like a stranger to me. It felt like we had been friends since the sixth grade.
“Sure, I will need your address though”, he said and chuckled once more.
“Yeah, I live in a hotel right now with my daughter is that alright? She is four years old and deffinately a well mannered sweet heart”, I told him. Trying to convince him my daughter was not a devil of any kind.
“Yes that is splendid”.
“Okay. Well my room number is 133. It is on the third floor and on the left side of the hallway. It has a kitty door hanger on it, that says “WELCOME” .
“Okay, sounds good! Around 2:00 ish then?” he asked me. I nodded then we shook hands again. He looked like a nice man. He looked like he could be anyone’s friend.
Once he left the grocery store and I got in the long waiting lines, I had a tickly feeling inside me. It felt like I had met my true love. But first, before I went that far I had to know stuff about this man. That is why we are having to discuss it. I don’t know why we are doing it at my house though. I guess he just has never really been invited anywhere. And well, he also lives in England. About an hour later I was in the hotel with Kendra.
“When are we going home mommy”, Kendra asked. She was in the middle of peeling her apple.
“Is this going to be our home for a while?” Kendra asked me. She had a shine in her eyes that looked worried.
“This might be where we are staying for a few months”, I told her. Kendra was used to moving because we had been moving for most of her life. I have always been determined to find this guy. So we just kept visiting all of these places. These are the places we have lived: Vermont, Washington, Delaware, California, Georgia, Florida, Ohio, Ireland, France, Maine, New York, and New Mexico. Kendra was always worried we would actually stay in one place. I really don’t think she liked the fact of just staying in one habitat for more than a year. I knew she was going to be home schooled since she was born. Home schooling is hopefully going to start in 1 or 2 years for Kendra.
“Oh!” Kendra replied. Then went on the bed that sat in the middle of the living room and started watching TV.
“Oh and Kendra hunny!” I yelled.
“Yes?”
“There is a man coming over tomorrow he is going to help me”, I told her. She looked at my in a curious way.
“What’s his name?”
“Mr. Hernie”.
“Oh, fine with me”, she said then got back to her TV show. I looked at my poor daughter. I didn’t know if she would ever trust me or even if she trusted me at the moment. I had lied to her a bunch over the past years. I would say, “You will make a friend”. But she would never get to just because we moved so much.
“So your okay with that?” I asked her.
“I don’t want you to uncomfortable”.
“I like meeting new people”, Kendra said to me.
“In fact, I met someone knew today and she is going to come over tomorrow too!” She told me. I looked at her strangely and raised my one eyebrow.
“Oh sweetie, that’s good! Whats her name?” I asked.
“Camille”.
“Camille?” I asked, I was confused, I didn’t know where Kendra had met this little friend at. She had been home alone for only 1 hour. And I had though she had just been sitting around, being lazy like normal kids her age do.
“Yes, is that a problem mommy?”
“No, not a problem at all! But where did you meet her darling?”
“Haven’t you been home alone?”
“Yes. She came through the window”, Kendra was acting normal, like just popping through a window wasn’t weird?
“Oh, sweetie! Weren’t you afraid?” I asked her. She looked at me strange. It looked like she thought every kid could just climb through a window and meet a best friend.
“Mommy, she is nice. But she is lonely and sad! And she also needs a friend like me!” Kendra’s voice sounded all joyful, like she couldn’t complain about this one girl.
“Okay, but where’s her mommy?”
“She killed her, it was an accident though!” Kendra told me with a straight face. I dropped what I was once holding and looked at her with my mouth wide open.
“Kendra, you cant see this girl every again!” I told my baby. I didn’t want her hanging out with a kid that has murdered her mother. That was insane.
“Then you cant hang out with your boyfriend”, Kendra acted like she was now the mother of me!
“He is not my boyfriend Kendra, and I will not let you be the boss of me!” I screeched.
“Mommy, your being mean”, Kendra put her sad face on and crawled onto the couch with her back slumped and her face looking at the ground.
“Kendra, don’t try that on me, I am mad!” I tried to be strong with this whole parenting thing, I was just not used to it.
“Mommy!” she whimpered.
“Oh come on over here Kendra!” I told her, her face grew into a big smile. She came over and hugged me.
“So I can talk to Camille still?” she asked me. Now that right there is what I had to put my foot down at.
“No Kendra, never again!” and what she did next, I would have never predicted! She pinched my leg as hard as she could then skipped into her room, and slammed the door.
I could feel my legs pain. It was like getting stabbed, I didn’t realize a four year old was that good at pinching.
“Don’t slam your door young lady!” I yelled to her.
“Blah, blah, blah!” she told me. I limped to her bedroom door that she currently had. And it was locked.
“Open this door now, Kendra Anne Renner!” I only used her full name when I was really mad at her, and she knew that.
“No Elizabeth! I will not listen to you”, she replied in a screaming matter. All I heard was her calling me by my first name. I had told her this year that she could NEVER call me by my first name, it was always going to be mommy, mom, or mother. NEVER Elizabeth.
“Get your butt out here right now young lady!” I told her. I was furious. I was about to knock down the hotels door. But I knew I couldn’t, and then I would have loads of money that I would owe them.
“Don’t you talk to me in that tone”, her voice got lower and I started to get scared.
“Kendra Anne!!!”
“Elizabeth Theodora”, she replied. I hated my middle name, and she also knew that. I didn’t know what she was thinking, suddenly I forgot about meeting Mr. Hernie the next day. I forgot about the whole dream thing. All of my concentration was set on my daughter.
“Kendra hunny, Im not mad!” I said to her trying to calm down, I thought that she would come out of the room if she thought I wasn’t angry at her.
“No Mommy, you aren’t a good mommy. You lie!” Kendra told me. I looked surprised
“I have never lied to you”, now that was an added lie to my pile of lies. Because I have lied to Kendra a couple times, but she knew I had felt bad about every mistake I have made with her.
“Yes you have, now you are lying again”.
I shook my head, because it was true, she was right. She couldn’t see me shake my head anyways! She was on the other side of the door. But then something funny happened. I heard her talking to some little girl, it was spooky.
“Kendra?” I asked I didn’t want that little girl to hurt her, what if it was Camille.
“Its just my stupid mother, she is always up to some lying scam”, I hear Kendra say to the little girl.
“Yeah, right when I saw your mom in the grocery store, I knew my father had made her!” I didn’t know who had said that sentence; it for sure wasn’t Kendra though. It was more in an Italian accent.
“Ha! Yeah, who’s your father? I bet he is great!” I heard Kendra say all cheerfully.
“A one of the devil’s demons!” the Italian accent spoke. My eyes grew wide, I had to keep listening. I could barely speak.
“Are you kidding me”, I whispered softly. No one but myself could hear me.
“I love the devil, I bet I would love his demon’s too. Camille? Are they nice?” Kendra said in a snotty tone.
“No! Not at all, that is the great part about them! They try to kill all day long, its hilarious! My Uncle Mardi, he is one of the demons and he comes up with the funniest ways to kill people!” I heard them laughing! I couldn’t believe my own little Kendra was laughing at such a terrible thing.
“Quit, let me in Kendra!!!” I wailed with despair.
“That’s her again, being her numskull self”.
“Yes, your right!” Kendra agreed with Camille. I couldn’t believe it. It was outragisly freaky.
“Let me in!” I was banging on the door like a thief would do to get into a room full of money.
“No way!” I heard Camille say.
“Lets shave her in her sleep”. Once I heard that sentence, I fell to the floor. I felt like I could just shoot myself, because it didn’t come out of Camille’s mouth. It came out of Kendra’s.
Just think, my own four year old daughter wanted to shave my head while I was sleeping. How else could I handle the situation.
I was shaking like a Chihuahua, I could barely pick up my cell phone. But I finally got a hold of it. I dialed 911.
I really did know who else to call.
“Hello, you are speaking to Tamara Morre, how may I help you?” the girl spoke through the phone.
“My daughter she wants to kill me. And she is planning how to kill me right now with her friend!” I had a crying voice.
“Ma’m you are going to have to hold on for a few minutes, the police will be there in a minute! We have your address down”. After the woman said that she hung up. I was so jumpy and nervous; I didn’t know what to do next. I really wanted to keep Kendra safe and get her out of the room but before I even knew it she had already came out of her room. It was just her; I saw her head and her fist only. Right before that little fist met with my face and especially my nose I heard “Mommy, you are going to be dead my next month, this is just the start”. I was in a concussion for about 4 or 5 days. The next morning was a Friday. The doctor was in the room with me. I saw flowers on the dresser that lay beside the hospital bed. The floor looked much cleaned up, like someone was expecting a visitor in the room. The tile was very plain, just plain white with brownish pebbles in it.
“Why am I here?” I asked the doctor. He looked at me with a frown on his Asian face.
“A little girl called me and said that an old man that was African American came into the house unexpectedly and punched you right in the face.
I looked at him strange because, I for some reason thought it was my own daughter, so I decided to speak up a bit.
“No, you are so mistaken! It was my daughter! About 3 minutes before this happened, I called the police on her and her friend”. I told the doctor. I didn’t think he would understand me, and I was right.
“Why would you call the police on your daughter and her friend?” he asked me. I didn’t feel like answering so I picked up my arm and lied it on my forehead.
“its alright”. He patted my hand and looked at me, then winked.
“I don’t expect you to know everything”, he said. I looked at him funny.
“But I do know everything”, I thought.
“I have no brain injuries for sure”.
I didn’t say those two sentences out loud, but I for sure thought them. Once the doctor walked out I noticed this guy walking into the room. He had a cane in his left hand, it looked like a very expensive cane too. He was limping and he looked pretty familiar.
“Hello Eliza”, he said. I started to recognize his voice also.
“I met you in the supermarket!” he told me. Then I figured out who he was.
“Oh Mr. Hernie”, I said.
“Call me Holland remember”, he asked me as he grabbed a chair and sat down.
“Oh, right”.
“So, I don’t remember you with a cane!” I told him.
“Oh yeah, I had never rode a bike before, so I tried to and well, I crashed into a tree”, he blushed.
“Oh”, I was laughing. I couldn’t help to laugh. It was funny that he was trying to ride a bike at his age, I had ridden bikes most of my life.
“But why are you in here?” He asked.
“That’s the most important thing!”
“Kendra, she, she-“, I barely could speak. I had so much stuff to say to the man.
“She went mad?” he asked me. He got a hold of my hand and was rubbing it gently, it felt rather good.
“How do you know?” I asked him.
“I had another dream”.
“It was of Kendra, she has a friend named Camille, and Camille is the devil’s child. Her last name is Devil too. But it is spelled a little different so nobody can get suspicious”. I looked at Holland in a weird way.
“How’s it spelled”, I asked quietly.
“D.E.V.I.L.L.E” he spelled it out for me.
One of my eyebrows went up and the other was all the way down, almost on top of my left eye.
“Wow, this all happened in your dream?”
“Yes, and theres more”, he replied in a merry voice. I didn’t know why he was so boisterous. Maybe he was just so happy to find someone who he could share all of this with.
“She hit you, hard”, he said sadly.
“She punched you so quick you didn’t even know it, you just fell right to the floor for a second time in a row”.
He was right, right about all of it. It was like, like, like he was a physic.
“You’re a physic!” I sharply spoke.
“No, my dreams just come true, just like yours!” he told me.
“So you are like the narrator of my life?” I asked him.
“Yes, exactly”.
“And you the narrator of mine”, he told me.
“So your little boy, he did die, at the age of 13?” I asked him.
“Yes. Then my mother-“ he started to talk about his life but I stopped him.
“Your mother, she died because the heart surgeon didn’t pay attention when he was doing surgery on her”, I told him. He started to get tears in his eyes. I forgot I was in the hospital. But we really did need to talk.
“Yes, and sorry to tell you, but you’re the one-“, I stopped him for the second time.
“Who made your life so miserable”. I finished his sentence. He nodded.
“But you have made my life miserable too”, I told him.
“Now look at me”.
He looked to the ground.
“We both need to quit having such dreams”, he said.
“How, we can’t NOT sleep”, I told him.
“And loads of people say you have at least one dream each night”, I said. This was a pretty depressing situation.
“We cant”, he told me. I didn’t know what he meant.
“We cant sleep”. I looked at him in astonishment.
“No, I have to sleep! You have to sleep”, I told him as if he was in about 2nd or 3rd grade.
“We have to, or our lives will get more screwed up”, he told me. I stared at him in confusion.
“No, I’m not doing it! I don’t care if I screw up your life anymore! It is not screwing up any of my life”, I told him, and I turned my back away from him and looked out the window of the hospital. I saw a school-yard. I saw kids riding their bikes up and down the hills. The school bell had just rung. My face was all pale. I couldn’t believe what was happening to my life. I had finally found the guy I had been looking for, and now I was scolding him. What kind of person was I? then I heard a chair get pushed back and a door open. I turned around.
“Wait!” I said. He looked back at me like I was some psycho.
“What? Are you going to scream at me, or be an adult and talk about this messed up situation we BOTH have”, he sound so manly. I couldn’t turn him down.
“Just sit down!” I told him. He closed the door and walked toward the chair once more. He pulled it out and turned it around, then sat on it backwards. I always hated when guys did that, especially older men.
“Talk!” he said. I looked at him with a worried frown.
“I’m sorry for what I just said, but if we AREN’T going to sleep, we have to stick together”. I for sure meant what I said. We couldn’t full around one bit.
“Yes, your right”.
“And, and-“
“We have to stay together 24/7”, he replied.
“Also, we can’t full around! No junk like “I will be back in a second!” we can’t do that!!!!!” I strictly told him.
He nodded.
Chapter 2-
“Look at those kids”, he told me. I turned around and looked out the window again.
“They look so happy”, I said loudly. I sounded like I had a cold.
“Yeah”, he agreed. His face turned to a long, stretchy smile.
“Hah”, he laughed.
“They look like they are having bunches of fun!”
“And we need to do that too!” he demanded.
“Your not sick, you have no brain damage! So lets go have fun!”
“No! They didn’t say I am aloud out!”, I told him.
“We can sneak out! Just like when we were teenagers!” he said. I looked at him like he was crazy. Because when I was a teenager, I was stuck in my room studying all night long, not sneaking out.
“What? I stuck in my room for my teenage life”, I told him.
He awakened my hand, and shook it until I figured out I was forced to get up. I got up and felt a little dizzy but I knew I was fine.
“One question!” I said.
“How are we going to sneak out?”
“That’s easy!”
He was holding my hand very tight. He looked a bit worried.
“What I do, is what you are going to do”, he let go of my hand and opened the window.
“have you ever walked on a roof?” He asked me. I shook my head.
“Good gracious Elizabeth!”
When he said that, he sounded like my mother when she got very tense with me. I rolled my eyes.
“Well this is going to be a first”, he said to me. I rolled my eyes once more. He climbed out of the window.
“Now you do it”.
“No, it looks hard!” I told him. It looked like I could fall right off, and I knew I could.
“You have too!” he said. After he said that about 20 seconds later I heard the door creaking.
“Hello, Miss. Renner?” I heard a woman’s voice say. At that moment I knew I had to hurry up.
“Come on”, Holland whispered. I jumped right out of the window. And slammed the window shut, and then locked it. Through the window I saw the woman. She looked very surprised and anxious. I believe she was the cleaning lady.
“Now lets jump!” he said.
“Jump?” I said apprehensively.
“Yes, on the count of three!”
He was sweating also. I grabbed his hand and held it so tight I could barely feel anything.
“One”.
“Two”.
“Three”.
“Jump!”
We both leaped off of the hospital building. I felt like we were in slow motion in the air. Finally we landed.
“Oh my”, I said as we hit the grass.
“Luckily we didn’t hit the sidewalk!” he said. I put my hand gladly on my forehead and then swept it off.
“Yeah”, I said out of breath. I could barely breathe.
“Wow!” I was on my hands and knees, kind of like a dog. I was also panting. But I was laughing too.
We got up gracefully, but then I remembered about Kendra.
“Kendra”, I said loudly.
“I need to find her!!” I grabbed his left hand and started running.
“Wish we could fly!” he said.
“Because you are running so fast, you are like dragging me!”
“Sorry, I just want my daughter!”
“I thought she was evil”, he said. I stopped right when he said that.
“She is only evil when she is with Camille”, I told him.
“I don’t think so”, he said to me.
“Well I do!” I told him. We started to run again.
“Where are we going?”
“To my current apartment!” I told him.
About 30 minutes later we were there at the apartment, we were running up the stairs. I didn’t know why the room I picked had to be so high, even though I was clearly in love with the view.
Once we got to the door I reached into my coat pocket to get the key.
“Where, where is it?” I was talking to myself.
“Where is what?” Holland asked.
“The key”, I frantically answered.
“Oh no Eliza!”
“Yes! I don’t know where it is! I have had it in this exact coat pocket the whole day”.
“What about when we jumped from the hospital roof?” he asked. I looked at the ground in embarrassment.
“Oh my!”
“It must have fell out!” I told him. I started to get startled.
“Oh my world, Elizabeth!!” he yelled at me. But then I suddenly heard whispering coming from inside the room. It sounded like about 4 or 5 little kids about Kendra’s age were have a pretty down right serious conversation.
“Shhh, listen”, I told him. I was speaking like a mouse, so quiet and still.
“What, I don’t hear anything?” he whispered. I put my hand over his moth and we both put our ears against the door.
He nodded and looked a little frightened. I took my hand off of his mouth, and then laid it down beside my hip.
“Oh my!” he said in his English accent. In my head I was thinking how cute he was when he spoke. His English tone was just amazingly sweet sounding, I couldn’t believe it.
But it was only a few seconds before I got back to imagining Kendra in there with Camille, and Camille’s devil friends. I kept asking myself the same questions over and over again-
“Is Kendra even in there?”
“Is Kendra with Camille or other devil kids?”
“Is Kendra ever going to be normal again?”
“Or is Kendra in there with some little girl I have never met before, and this little girl might just be nice, and not a devil”.
Then I started to remember what Camille looked like. Because the only time I had seen her was right before I got knocked out, and that wasn’t for that long either.
“Is Kendra in there?” Holland asked me. I shrugged my shoulders and pressed my ear against the door a little bit harder, and Holland did the same.
“Pixie!” I heard a squeaky voice say on the other side of the door. I think Holland also heard because he looked right at me when the voice said it.
“Pixie do you hear something?”
“Is it coming from the other side of the door?”
I took a deep breath and stepped away to the door.
“What are you doing?” he whispered.
“Didn’t you just hear what they said?”
“Yeah but we have to hear more”, Holland spoke. I looked at him in an insane way.
“Are you psycho?” I asked him with my eyes bulging out.
“No, I’m not!” Holland accidentally screamed. Right then and there I knew we had to run.
“Run”, I yelled out to Holland. It didn’t matter if we screamed now because the kids in the hotel room and already heard us and were for sure going to come after us. As I was running I looked back behind me and there was Holland, it looked like he was running for his life.
Right behind him was a blonde haired girl that looked nothing like Camille. She had redish toned eyes, but had light, pale skin. Her eyes were smaller than Camille’s, as I remembered.
“Pixie keep going!” I heard my daughters voice say. I knew I had to keep looking ahead though. There were so much turns I had to make now, I couldn’t look back.
“Keep going Holland!” I yelled to him.
“I’m trying! I have asthma! You gave it to me”, he told me. And yes, it was true. In one of my dreams, he was running and he had a terrible asthma attack.
“Oh, I’m sorry!”
I really did feel bad for the guy! I always did have such terrible dreams. They even made me frightened, and to have them happen to you the next day, well that would be so horrible.
“Keep running though!” I told him. Then I heard Camille’s voice in the background.
“We will hang you and hurt you till you can’t breathe!” she said in an evil tone.
I started to cry a little. Then I got choked up.
“Stop!” I stopped in the middle of the hall way, as Holland kept on going I stopped him.
“What are we doing?” he whispered.
“If my daughter wants to kill me, then let her. I don’t want to live with knowing that my daughter is thinking of all the terrible ways of killing me, then no, I don’t want to live!” I told him. He looked at me with his eyes wide open, I don’t think he knew what to do.
“You go on, if you don’t want to die. Leave me here, I will be alright no matter what”, my eyes got teary and red and I let go of him.
“Its your choice!”
“Well if you die, who will narrate my life?” he asked.
“I don’t know”.
“Then I am going with you!” he said. I was going to look back in front of me to see what Kendra, Pixie, and Camille were doing but once I heard what Holland had said, I looked back behind me.
“Yes, or do you-“ then Kendra and her friends interrupted. i turned around to face Kendra, Camille, and Pixie.
“Are you done having your girl talk with him Elizabeth, and are you now ready to die!” Camille pulled out a knife from her pocket.
“Go ahead! Kill me Camille, and your friends can help you too!” I said In a brat tone. I spread my arms wide open like a cross.
“Now come over here and stab me!” I told them.
Surprisingly Holland stepped away.
“I thought you were doing-“
Before I could finish, someone had already stabbed me in my leg. I fell to the ground holding my thigh.
“Oh my, oh my gosh!” I said.
“Ha-ha! Look what I did! I stabbed my mother!” Kendra looked at me with her eyebrows high and her big white smile. She was holding the bloody knife in her right hand.
“Kendra, don’t! You love me remember!?” I asked her. My poor daughter, she was a slaughter, a killer, a murderer.
“Love you?” she laughed.
“I have never loved you before, you liar mommy!” Kendra said to me, I tried to block that sentence out.
“Holland”, I turned around, still holding my leg, I could feel the blood rushing out.
He wasn’t behind me.
“Holland”, I had a scared voice on.
“Holland, where are you?” I turned around.
“Ahhh”. I saw Holland behind Kendra, Pixie, and Camille. He was holding a gigantic knife. He was running like he was going to miss a very important bus ride. Camille and Pixie were out of luck. They didn’t look in time and before they knew it, Camille and Pixie were on the floor, with blood dripping down there face. There hair was already falling out. Kendra was on the floor too, but she wasn’t hurt at all.
“Holland!” I slid over to him happily. My leg was still throbbing but I was just glad he saved me.
“You’re a savior!” he hugged me, then I put my head on his chest.
“No! You are!” he said. I didn’t get it, but I really didn’t want to start an argument so I just smiled in agreement.
“What happened to Kendra, you didn’t stab her did you?” I asked me frantically.
“NO!” he said.
“She’s just a kid!” he smiled.
“”Pixie and Camille were just kids too!”
“Yes, but they weren’t normal. Kendra was just pazesed”.
“Camille was inside her body, making her do the stuff she was doing!”
“That’s why Kendra fell to the floor! Because it was really Camille’s soul inside her at that moment. She will be up and good in about 3, 2, 1!” he counted down, hoping that Kendra’s eyes would open. And a few seconds after he said one, her eyes opened.
“Mommy”! Kendra said in a sweet voice.
“Hunny!” I screamed.
“Why are you bleeding?”
Then I remember about my leg.
“You, You-“I decided not to tell her.
“I got hurt, in a car accident this morning”, I told her. There was another lie, but it was a white lie and it didn’t matter at the minute anyways.
“Why wasn’t I with you?” she asked me. I didn’t know what to say except two words:
“Long Story”
“And who is this strange man?” she asked. I heard Holland laugh, I giggled a bit too.
“I’m Holland”, he explained to Kendra.
“And you must be Kendra!” He said to my baby.
“Yes, I am Kendra. How do you know Holland?” She asked him. I smiled at looked at Holland as I rubbed his chest gently.
“Your mother, she talks about you lots!” he said looking at me with his British tone.
“In good ways?” she said with a tiny, squeaky voice.
“Oh yeah!” he said to her.
Kendra snuggled up to me.
“Eliza?” he whispered in my left ear.
“Do you want me to take you to the hospital?”
“Immediately” I laughed and looked at him with a huge smile.
Supposed to be a picture here !
The Hallway that this all happened in!
Chapter 3-
Once we were in the hospital and I was all stitched up, I was fine. Holland and Kendra had stayed with me a few days in the hospital and today was the day I was getting out. I was so excided until the doctor came in and said
“Sorry, you have to stay in for at least 2 more days!”
I looked at him like he was nuts.
“What? No you must be looking at another Elizabeth’s paper!” I told him. He shook his head.
“No, you’re the one with the stabbed leg right?” he asked.
“Thigh”, I corrected him.
“Yeah, Yeah, whatever!” he said.
“Anyways-“
“Well let me just talk to Mr. Hernie privately!” he said.
I think the doctor that Holland and I were married or something, even though we weren’t.
I kept wondering if Holland and I would ever get married. I mean come on now, we narrate each others lives. As Holland walked at the door and slowly closed it, I looked at Kendra, she was falling asleep.
“Oh darling!” I patted her on the head. Even though she didn’t remember anything, I still felt sorry for what she had gone through. Then suddenly I wondered if Holland had a dream about all of this happening. Like me getting wounded. He must have because how else did he know to get ready to stab Camille and Pixie. And he already said that he knew about Kendra meeting Camille and Pixie. I was really confused at the moment, but I didn’t want to think about it.
“Holland!” I said as a he walked back in with his hands in his pocket.
“Okay, well the doc is not coming back in for right now, I need to talk to you”, he told me as I listened.
“The doctor said when she stabbed you she might have hurt a vain, and you just don’t feel the pain YET!” he told me. I looked at him.
“No, I am never going to feel pain anymore; I am going to have a perfect life”.
“That’s not what Mr. Fealix said”, Holland looked at me like my old father used to do.
“Who is that?” I asked him.
“Your doc”.
“Oh”, I sighed, then looked around. Kendra was still sleeping and I didn’t want to wake her up.
“Are you leaving then?”
“No, if I have really found the woman who narrates my life, there is no way I am leaving her at some unknown hospital!” he said. When he said that, it sounded so sweet. His British accent and his blue eyes were darling.
“Aww”, I said. He looked at me weird, but then smiled.
“Okay so do you want me to wake your daughter up so I can tell her?” he asked me. I shook my head.
“Okay well I need some rest and you do too!” he pulled the blanket more up on me then her pulled out his chair and made his little bed.
“Yup, I know”, I told him. I was happy at the moment. Even though I knew I had to stay in this hospital for at least two more days, I knew I would have Kendra and Holland, and at that moment they were the ones I loved most.
About 3 hours later, after everyone had finished sleeping, Holland went out to get us Taco Bell fast food. He had left about 15 minutes before Kendra woke up, and Kendra woke up about 30 minutes ago.
“Where is he with the food?” Kendra asked.
“Where is Mr. Hernie?”
“I don’t know baby!”
“Well I am starving!” she said to me. I looked at her and said
“So am I! Maybe he is getting warmer blankets for us! Maybe an electrical blanket”. I was just coming up with ideas on the spot, what else could I do at the moment?
“I want food instead”, she wined.
“Kendra just be happy!” I told her.
“If mommy’s alright and all better in 2 days, will you clean up your act?”
“Sure mommy, anything for you”, she started being sweet again, and then I kissed her on the forehead.
“Mommy! That’s embarrassing”, she looked at me with her dark green eyes and her cricked cute teeth were showing.
“No one is in here baby girl!”
Kendra laughed then before we knew it, about 5 minutes later the doctor walked in.
“Phone call for Mr. Hernie!” the woman said.
“Mr. Hernie left about an hour ago”, I told her.
“Mr. Hernie left about and hour ago Miss.” The woman spoke to the phone.
“Miss?” I said quietly.
“Why would it be a woman?”
Then the woman handed the phone to me. She wants to talk to you. I looked at the phone in a delirious way.
“Me?” I pointed to myself.
“Yes, You!” the woman doctor gave me the phone then walked out of the room and closed the door behind her.
“Let me talk!” Kendra giggled and put her hand out for the phone.
“No Kendra!” I said.
“Hello”.
“Hey, why have you been hanging out with my dad so much?” it sounded like a teenage girl.
“Your dad? Who is your dad hunny?” I asked the girl.
“Holland Hernie, Holland Howard Hernie”, she got specific.
She had a British accent too.
“Are you his daughter?” I asked her.
“Duh! I live in England with him, and he was out in America looking for this girl in his dreams!” she sounded so mixed up. I was too so it was okay.
“How old are you sweetie?”
“15, soon to be 16 and driving!” she sounded excited.
“And how old are you?” she asked me.
“27”.
Then she paused.
“Oh, this girl sounded much older in his dreams like about 35 or 36ish”, she said to me. I laughed.
“Are you sure you’re her?”
“Yes, we are both sure”
“How did you find out we were all at the hospital?”
“Well the last time I talked to my dad was about 3 days ago, and he told me that he found you and all that, then he said where you lived and where he was going to be staying”, she explained.
“And since he hadn’t called me in a while, I thought one of you was hurt, so I looked up the nearest hospital in your guys’ area. And then I suddenly found you!” she said. Her British accent was coming along, it was so cute when teenagers talked in British accent, and I thought it was pretty neat.
“Smart, right?” I asked her.
“Wickedly!” she loudly spoke.
Chapter 4-
So as we talked she asked about her father. I told her where he went last and that he hasn’t came back and she sounded very confused because she said he was always on time, never late.
Then she told me about her life and how it was going exceedingly well, and how she loved every minute of her time being alive. She cherished what she had with her dad, and she loved him very much. She also told me her name, which was Nicolette, but everyone calls her Nicole for short. And now it was my turn to tell her about me.
“Well I am 27, like I said and have a 6 year old daughter named Kendra”. Kendra smiled when I told Nicole.
“Aww”, Nicolette said.
“I love children!”
“Cool and I have lived in a lot of places also, I have been looking for your father too, and now I have found him”.
“Oh that’s wicked”, she said. I laughed. I had never heard anyone use that word so much in one day.
“So do you think you guys are going to get married?” she asked me, and that was the question I had been asking myself for the past couple days.
“Yeah, I don’t know yet Nicole. That would be very fast for me at least, I know we are good friends now though!”
“Oh”, Nicole sounded sad when she said that.
“You sound very nice”, she said.
“Oh, well you do also”, I told her.
“So does your daughter!” I smiled. Kendra heard Nicole say that.
“I know I am awesome!” Kendra said quietly. I laughed.
“Okay well I better jet”, Nicole said.
“But I will talk to you later Miss. Renner!”
“You can call me Eliza!” I told her.
“Okay! Bye now!”
“Bye”. As I pushed the end button, I had so many questions to ask Holland. Then I dialed the numbers that I thought of on the phone.
818-290-9923. That was Holland’s cell phone number. I remember him giving it to me, and me not writing it down but just remembering it by heart.
How is this book i am writing? Plz tell me!?
I read a good portion of this, but not all. It seems to me that you are writing about some things you don't know, like four-year old girls (any children around that age), and motels, and perhaps time.
Examples: children that age aren't 'lazy' or 'lying around a lot.' Not at all. Also, there is no way a four-year old could have been in all those different places and even remember them enough for you to write something like 'she didn't want to live somewhere for a whole year.' Kendra would barely know what a whole year feels like.
Also: there are lots of extra 'y' s on words (especially the word 'the'), and you first refer to Eliza's eyebrows as raising 'my single eyebrow'... (see how that sounds?)
And when you mention Kendra's new friend as having something to do with killing, I thought Kendra's mother killed her, not the conclusion your character makes.
And if a motel room is on the third floor, it will not have a number that starts with '1,' nor have I ever heard of any motel or hotel door having a 'cat door' in it. And why does this one?
RE: dreams, staying awake, people to search for or not... The part about each person dreaming the other's life has been almost done in, in movies at least, most recently by one which stars Emma Thompson and Will Farrell, though she is a writer writing his life.
Suggest you stick with things you know, at least in details.
Keep trying... keep practicing, and keep reading.
Reply:it's really good so far. keep on going. Report It
Reply:Wow, you have some great, creative ideas in this piece!
I think it's interesting that they dream about each other's lives,etc. And you were good with the creepy factor of the little girl.
There are a few things though, that could be improved on. like, at the very beginning, I would like them to have a better way to meet.
Also, just add a few more details about the setting throughout, so it feels more real. (And one more thing--a 4 year old probably wouldnt be left home all alone while her mom goes shopping)
But you have a good start, and I hope you keep writing!!
Reply:Wow that was the best stroy ever! TThanks for wiriting your book. That is very good! Oh, and did you like my book that i worte to you?
Reply:Well! You do have a knack for writing conversation. That's what people enjoy a whole lot and it is such a great story. I read a lot of books in a lot of categories and have started my own book. Haven't worked on it in some time though.
For a first draft, this is marvelous. I can surmise where this story is going, but I may be wrong.
Do you know where the story is going, how you want to end the book. What you want the reader to experience. It sounds like a thriller. It thrilled me, can't wait to read the rest.
Reply:Sorry. I couldn't get through half the first chapter. You're about 14, right? Maybe I'm just too old to appreciate it...
Chapter 1-
I acted like I didn’t know the strange and unusual man, but I did. I had known him from my dreams, my nightmares, but not real life. I had been searching for him for 3 decades, and now I have found him. I was in the grocery store picking out some oranges for my 4 year old daughter, Kendra at home. That was her favorite fruit so I had to buy a lot of them. But there is where I noticed him. He was grabbing a plastic bag out of the steel bin, and he looked so familiar from they eyes and they shape of the eyebrows. They looked triangular in a way. His eyes looked Chinese, but he wasn’t Chinese at all. I kept acting like he was a stranger to me and I had never seen him in my life. But they whole thing bothered me. So I had to do something about it. So I painfully bumped into him. I didn’t mean to do it painfully, but I did mean to bump him.
“Excuse me?” the man glared at me.
“Oh I’m so sorry”, I said acting like the whole thing was an accident.
“Was it my fault?” he had a quiet English accent.
“No it was all mine, I am sorry again, but by the way are you from England?” I asked him. It was a stupid question but I just had to find some stuff out about this strange man I had seen before.
“Yes, I currently live there”, he said brushing some dust off his shirt and pants.
“I am just here trying to visit this one girl”, he said with his English voice getting higher.
“Oh, your girlfriend?” I asked him. He looked like he was in his low 30’s. But he would have said “my wife” if he was married.
“No I haven’t met her yet!” I looked at him differently. I squinted then rethought this thing over again.
“What if he is looking for me!” I asked my self.
“It’s confusing, I know. But she is in my dreams. And it is always placed here, in Lawton, Oklahoma”, he told me. And I immediately dropped the bag of oranges.
“That is exactly where my dream is placed”, I thought to myself. This is him for sure.
“And she looks familiar to you”, he told me. He started observing me and getting closer. I stepped back 1 step. I was starting to freak out.
“Are you okay?” he asked me. I know I didn’t seem okay but I was.
“Yes, but I have to tell you something”. I answered his question pretty quickly.
“What is it?” he looked deep into my big brown eyes. He had light green eyes that shined so bright.
“My dreams sound just like yours, but I am here looking for a man. And he happens to look exactly like you”, I said quietly.
“We have to meet up some time”, the man told me. I nodded then we shook hands.
“I’m Elizabeth Renner, but you can call me Eliza”, I told him. He smiled and his mouth came open. His teeth were as white as snow.
“And I am Holland Hernie, and you can just call me Holland”, He laughed then let go of my hand.
“We can meet up at my place tomorrow afternoon if you’d like”, I told him. It felt weird just letting a stranger be welcomed into my home, but he didn’t seem like a stranger to me. It felt like we had been friends since the sixth grade.
“Sure, I will need your address though”, he said and chuckled once more.
“Yeah, I live in a hotel right now with my daughter is that alright? She is four years old and deffinately a well mannered sweet heart”, I told him. Trying to convince him my daughter was not a devil of any kind.
“Yes that is splendid”.
“Okay. Well my room number is 133. It is on the third floor and on the left side of the hallway. It has a kitty door hanger on it, that says “WELCOME” .
“Okay, sounds good! Around 2:00 ish then?” he asked me. I nodded then we shook hands again. He looked like a nice man. He looked like he could be anyone’s friend.
Once he left the grocery store and I got in the long waiting lines, I had a tickly feeling inside me. It felt like I had met my true love. But first, before I went that far I had to know stuff about this man. That is why we are having to discuss it. I don’t know why we are doing it at my house though. I guess he just has never really been invited anywhere. And well, he also lives in England. About an hour later I was in the hotel with Kendra.
“When are we going home mommy”, Kendra asked. She was in the middle of peeling her apple.
“Is this going to be our home for a while?” Kendra asked me. She had a shine in her eyes that looked worried.
“This might be where we are staying for a few months”, I told her. Kendra was used to moving because we had been moving for most of her life. I have always been determined to find this guy. So we just kept visiting all of these places. These are the places we have lived: Vermont, Washington, Delaware, California, Georgia, Florida, Ohio, Ireland, France, Maine, New York, and New Mexico. Kendra was always worried we would actually stay in one place. I really don’t think she liked the fact of just staying in one habitat for more than a year. I knew she was going to be home schooled since she was born. Home schooling is hopefully going to start in 1 or 2 years for Kendra.
“Oh!” Kendra replied. Then went on the bed that sat in the middle of the living room and started watching TV.
“Oh and Kendra hunny!” I yelled.
“Yes?”
“There is a man coming over tomorrow he is going to help me”, I told her. She looked at my in a curious way.
“What’s his name?”
“Mr. Hernie”.
“Oh, fine with me”, she said then got back to her TV show. I looked at my poor daughter. I didn’t know if she would ever trust me or even if she trusted me at the moment. I had lied to her a bunch over the past years. I would say, “You will make a friend”. But she would never get to just because we moved so much.
“So your okay with that?” I asked her.
“I don’t want you to uncomfortable”.
“I like meeting new people”, Kendra said to me.
“In fact, I met someone knew today and she is going to come over tomorrow too!” She told me. I looked at her strangely and raised my one eyebrow.
“Oh sweetie, that’s good! Whats her name?” I asked.
“Camille”.
“Camille?” I asked, I was confused, I didn’t know where Kendra had met this little friend at. She had been home alone for only 1 hour. And I had though she had just been sitting around, being lazy like normal kids her age do.
“Yes, is that a problem mommy?”
“No, not a problem at all! But where did you meet her darling?”
“Haven’t you been home alone?”
“Yes. She came through the window”, Kendra was acting normal, like just popping through a window wasn’t weird?
“Oh, sweetie! Weren’t you afraid?” I asked her. She looked at me strange. It looked like she thought every kid could just climb through a window and meet a best friend.
“Mommy, she is nice. But she is lonely and sad! And she also needs a friend like me!” Kendra’s voice sounded all joyful, like she couldn’t complain about this one girl.
“Okay, but where’s her mommy?”
“She killed her, it was an accident though!” Kendra told me with a straight face. I dropped what I was once holding and looked at her with my mouth wide open.
“Kendra, you cant see this girl every again!” I told my baby. I didn’t want her hanging out with a kid that has murdered her mother. That was insane.
“Then you cant hang out with your boyfriend”, Kendra acted like she was now the mother of me!
“He is not my boyfriend Kendra, and I will not let you be the boss of me!” I screeched.
“Mommy, your being mean”, Kendra put her sad face on and crawled onto the couch with her back slumped and her face looking at the ground.
“Kendra, don’t try that on me, I am mad!” I tried to be strong with this whole parenting thing, I was just not used to it.
“Mommy!” she whimpered.
“Oh come on over here Kendra!” I told her, her face grew into a big smile. She came over and hugged me.
“So I can talk to Camille still?” she asked me. Now that right there is what I had to put my foot down at.
“No Kendra, never again!” and what she did next, I would have never predicted! She pinched my leg as hard as she could then skipped into her room, and slammed the door.
I could feel my legs pain. It was like getting stabbed, I didn’t realize a four year old was that good at pinching.
“Don’t slam your door young lady!” I yelled to her.
“Blah, blah, blah!” she told me. I limped to her bedroom door that she currently had. And it was locked.
“Open this door now, Kendra Anne Renner!” I only used her full name when I was really mad at her, and she knew that.
“No Elizabeth! I will not listen to you”, she replied in a screaming matter. All I heard was her calling me by my first name. I had told her this year that she could NEVER call me by my first name, it was always going to be mommy, mom, or mother. NEVER Elizabeth.
“Get your butt out here right now young lady!” I told her. I was furious. I was about to knock down the hotels door. But I knew I couldn’t, and then I would have loads of money that I would owe them.
“Don’t you talk to me in that tone”, her voice got lower and I started to get scared.
“Kendra Anne!!!”
“Elizabeth Theodora”, she replied. I hated my middle name, and she also knew that. I didn’t know what she was thinking, suddenly I forgot about meeting Mr. Hernie the next day. I forgot about the whole dream thing. All of my concentration was set on my daughter.
“Kendra hunny, Im not mad!” I said to her trying to calm down, I thought that she would come out of the room if she thought I wasn’t angry at her.
“No Mommy, you aren’t a good mommy. You lie!” Kendra told me. I looked surprised
“I have never lied to you”, now that was an added lie to my pile of lies. Because I have lied to Kendra a couple times, but she knew I had felt bad about every mistake I have made with her.
“Yes you have, now you are lying again”.
I shook my head, because it was true, she was right. She couldn’t see me shake my head anyways! She was on the other side of the door. But then something funny happened. I heard her talking to some little girl, it was spooky.
“Kendra?” I asked I didn’t want that little girl to hurt her, what if it was Camille.
“Its just my stupid mother, she is always up to some lying scam”, I hear Kendra say to the little girl.
“Yeah, right when I saw your mom in the grocery store, I knew my father had made her!” I didn’t know who had said that sentence; it for sure wasn’t Kendra though. It was more in an Italian accent.
“Ha! Yeah, who’s your father? I bet he is great!” I heard Kendra say all cheerfully.
“A one of the devil’s demons!” the Italian accent spoke. My eyes grew wide, I had to keep listening. I could barely speak.
“Are you kidding me”, I whispered softly. No one but myself could hear me.
“I love the devil, I bet I would love his demon’s too. Camille? Are they nice?” Kendra said in a snotty tone.
“No! Not at all, that is the great part about them! They try to kill all day long, its hilarious! My Uncle Mardi, he is one of the demons and he comes up with the funniest ways to kill people!” I heard them laughing! I couldn’t believe my own little Kendra was laughing at such a terrible thing.
“Quit, let me in Kendra!!!” I wailed with despair.
“That’s her again, being her numskull self”.
“Yes, your right!” Kendra agreed with Camille. I couldn’t believe it. It was outragisly freaky.
“Let me in!” I was banging on the door like a thief would do to get into a room full of money.
“No way!” I heard Camille say.
“Lets shave her in her sleep”. Once I heard that sentence, I fell to the floor. I felt like I could just shoot myself, because it didn’t come out of Camille’s mouth. It came out of Kendra’s.
Just think, my own four year old daughter wanted to shave my head while I was sleeping. How else could I handle the situation.
I was shaking like a Chihuahua, I could barely pick up my cell phone. But I finally got a hold of it. I dialed 911.
I really did know who else to call.
“Hello, you are speaking to Tamara Morre, how may I help you?” the girl spoke through the phone.
“My daughter she wants to kill me. And she is planning how to kill me right now with her friend!” I had a crying voice.
“Ma’m you are going to have to hold on for a few minutes, the police will be there in a minute! We have your address down”. After the woman said that she hung up. I was so jumpy and nervous; I didn’t know what to do next. I really wanted to keep Kendra safe and get her out of the room but before I even knew it she had already came out of her room. It was just her; I saw her head and her fist only. Right before that little fist met with my face and especially my nose I heard “Mommy, you are going to be dead my next month, this is just the start”. I was in a concussion for about 4 or 5 days. The next morning was a Friday. The doctor was in the room with me. I saw flowers on the dresser that lay beside the hospital bed. The floor looked much cleaned up, like someone was expecting a visitor in the room. The tile was very plain, just plain white with brownish pebbles in it.
“Why am I here?” I asked the doctor. He looked at me with a frown on his Asian face.
“A little girl called me and said that an old man that was African American came into the house unexpectedly and punched you right in the face.
I looked at him strange because, I for some reason thought it was my own daughter, so I decided to speak up a bit.
“No, you are so mistaken! It was my daughter! About 3 minutes before this happened, I called the police on her and her friend”. I told the doctor. I didn’t think he would understand me, and I was right.
“Why would you call the police on your daughter and her friend?” he asked me. I didn’t feel like answering so I picked up my arm and lied it on my forehead.
“its alright”. He patted my hand and looked at me, then winked.
“I don’t expect you to know everything”, he said. I looked at him funny.
“But I do know everything”, I thought.
“I have no brain injuries for sure”.
I didn’t say those two sentences out loud, but I for sure thought them. Once the doctor walked out I noticed this guy walking into the room. He had a cane in his left hand, it looked like a very expensive cane too. He was limping and he looked pretty familiar.
“Hello Eliza”, he said. I started to recognize his voice also.
“I met you in the supermarket!” he told me. Then I figured out who he was.
“Oh Mr. Hernie”, I said.
“Call me Holland remember”, he asked me as he grabbed a chair and sat down.
“Oh, right”.
“So, I don’t remember you with a cane!” I told him.
“Oh yeah, I had never rode a bike before, so I tried to and well, I crashed into a tree”, he blushed.
“Oh”, I was laughing. I couldn’t help to laugh. It was funny that he was trying to ride a bike at his age, I had ridden bikes most of my life.
“But why are you in here?” He asked.
“That’s the most important thing!”
“Kendra, she, she-“, I barely could speak. I had so much stuff to say to the man.
“She went mad?” he asked me. He got a hold of my hand and was rubbing it gently, it felt rather good.
“How do you know?” I asked him.
“I had another dream”.
“It was of Kendra, she has a friend named Camille, and Camille is the devil’s child. Her last name is Devil too. But it is spelled a little different so nobody can get suspicious”. I looked at Holland in a weird way.
“How’s it spelled”, I asked quietly.
“D.E.V.I.L.L.E” he spelled it out for me.
One of my eyebrows went up and the other was all the way down, almost on top of my left eye.
“Wow, this all happened in your dream?”
“Yes, and theres more”, he replied in a merry voice. I didn’t know why he was so boisterous. Maybe he was just so happy to find someone who he could share all of this with.
“She hit you, hard”, he said sadly.
“She punched you so quick you didn’t even know it, you just fell right to the floor for a second time in a row”.
He was right, right about all of it. It was like, like, like he was a physic.
“You’re a physic!” I sharply spoke.
“No, my dreams just come true, just like yours!” he told me.
“So you are like the narrator of my life?” I asked him.
“Yes, exactly”.
“And you the narrator of mine”, he told me.
“So your little boy, he did die, at the age of 13?” I asked him.
“Yes. Then my mother-“ he started to talk about his life but I stopped him.
“Your mother, she died because the heart surgeon didn’t pay attention when he was doing surgery on her”, I told him. He started to get tears in his eyes. I forgot I was in the hospital. But we really did need to talk.
“Yes, and sorry to tell you, but you’re the one-“, I stopped him for the second time.
“Who made your life so miserable”. I finished his sentence. He nodded.
“But you have made my life miserable too”, I told him.
“Now look at me”.
He looked to the ground.
“We both need to quit having such dreams”, he said.
“How, we can’t NOT sleep”, I told him.
“And loads of people say you have at least one dream each night”, I said. This was a pretty depressing situation.
“We cant”, he told me. I didn’t know what he meant.
“We cant sleep”. I looked at him in astonishment.
“No, I have to sleep! You have to sleep”, I told him as if he was in about 2nd or 3rd grade.
“We have to, or our lives will get more screwed up”, he told me. I stared at him in confusion.
“No, I’m not doing it! I don’t care if I screw up your life anymore! It is not screwing up any of my life”, I told him, and I turned my back away from him and looked out the window of the hospital. I saw a school-yard. I saw kids riding their bikes up and down the hills. The school bell had just rung. My face was all pale. I couldn’t believe what was happening to my life. I had finally found the guy I had been looking for, and now I was scolding him. What kind of person was I? then I heard a chair get pushed back and a door open. I turned around.
“Wait!” I said. He looked back at me like I was some psycho.
“What? Are you going to scream at me, or be an adult and talk about this messed up situation we BOTH have”, he sound so manly. I couldn’t turn him down.
“Just sit down!” I told him. He closed the door and walked toward the chair once more. He pulled it out and turned it around, then sat on it backwards. I always hated when guys did that, especially older men.
“Talk!” he said. I looked at him with a worried frown.
“I’m sorry for what I just said, but if we AREN’T going to sleep, we have to stick together”. I for sure meant what I said. We couldn’t full around one bit.
“Yes, your right”.
“And, and-“
“We have to stay together 24/7”, he replied.
“Also, we can’t full around! No junk like “I will be back in a second!” we can’t do that!!!!!” I strictly told him.
He nodded.
Chapter 2-
“Look at those kids”, he told me. I turned around and looked out the window again.
“They look so happy”, I said loudly. I sounded like I had a cold.
“Yeah”, he agreed. His face turned to a long, stretchy smile.
“Hah”, he laughed.
“They look like they are having bunches of fun!”
“And we need to do that too!” he demanded.
“Your not sick, you have no brain damage! So lets go have fun!”
“No! They didn’t say I am aloud out!”, I told him.
“We can sneak out! Just like when we were teenagers!” he said. I looked at him like he was crazy. Because when I was a teenager, I was stuck in my room studying all night long, not sneaking out.
“What? I stuck in my room for my teenage life”, I told him.
He awakened my hand, and shook it until I figured out I was forced to get up. I got up and felt a little dizzy but I knew I was fine.
“One question!” I said.
“How are we going to sneak out?”
“That’s easy!”
He was holding my hand very tight. He looked a bit worried.
“What I do, is what you are going to do”, he let go of my hand and opened the window.
“have you ever walked on a roof?” He asked me. I shook my head.
“Good gracious Elizabeth!”
When he said that, he sounded like my mother when she got very tense with me. I rolled my eyes.
“Well this is going to be a first”, he said to me. I rolled my eyes once more. He climbed out of the window.
“Now you do it”.
“No, it looks hard!” I told him. It looked like I could fall right off, and I knew I could.
“You have too!” he said. After he said that about 20 seconds later I heard the door creaking.
“Hello, Miss. Renner?” I heard a woman’s voice say. At that moment I knew I had to hurry up.
“Come on”, Holland whispered. I jumped right out of the window. And slammed the window shut, and then locked it. Through the window I saw the woman. She looked very surprised and anxious. I believe she was the cleaning lady.
“Now lets jump!” he said.
“Jump?” I said apprehensively.
“Yes, on the count of three!”
He was sweating also. I grabbed his hand and held it so tight I could barely feel anything.
“One”.
“Two”.
“Three”.
“Jump!”
We both leaped off of the hospital building. I felt like we were in slow motion in the air. Finally we landed.
“Oh my”, I said as we hit the grass.
“Luckily we didn’t hit the sidewalk!” he said. I put my hand gladly on my forehead and then swept it off.
“Yeah”, I said out of breath. I could barely breathe.
“Wow!” I was on my hands and knees, kind of like a dog. I was also panting. But I was laughing too.
We got up gracefully, but then I remembered about Kendra.
“Kendra”, I said loudly.
“I need to find her!!” I grabbed his left hand and started running.
“Wish we could fly!” he said.
“Because you are running so fast, you are like dragging me!”
“Sorry, I just want my daughter!”
“I thought she was evil”, he said. I stopped right when he said that.
“She is only evil when she is with Camille”, I told him.
“I don’t think so”, he said to me.
“Well I do!” I told him. We started to run again.
“Where are we going?”
“To my current apartment!” I told him.
About 30 minutes later we were there at the apartment, we were running up the stairs. I didn’t know why the room I picked had to be so high, even though I was clearly in love with the view.
Once we got to the door I reached into my coat pocket to get the key.
“Where, where is it?” I was talking to myself.
“Where is what?” Holland asked.
“The key”, I frantically answered.
“Oh no Eliza!”
“Yes! I don’t know where it is! I have had it in this exact coat pocket the whole day”.
“What about when we jumped from the hospital roof?” he asked. I looked at the ground in embarrassment.
“Oh my!”
“It must have fell out!” I told him. I started to get startled.
“Oh my world, Elizabeth!!” he yelled at me. But then I suddenly heard whispering coming from inside the room. It sounded like about 4 or 5 little kids about Kendra’s age were have a pretty down right serious conversation.
“Shhh, listen”, I told him. I was speaking like a mouse, so quiet and still.
“What, I don’t hear anything?” he whispered. I put my hand over his moth and we both put our ears against the door.
He nodded and looked a little frightened. I took my hand off of his mouth, and then laid it down beside my hip.
“Oh my!” he said in his English accent. In my head I was thinking how cute he was when he spoke. His English tone was just amazingly sweet sounding, I couldn’t believe it.
But it was only a few seconds before I got back to imagining Kendra in there with Camille, and Camille’s devil friends. I kept asking myself the same questions over and over again-
“Is Kendra even in there?”
“Is Kendra with Camille or other devil kids?”
“Is Kendra ever going to be normal again?”
“Or is Kendra in there with some little girl I have never met before, and this little girl might just be nice, and not a devil”.
Then I started to remember what Camille looked like. Because the only time I had seen her was right before I got knocked out, and that wasn’t for that long either.
“Is Kendra in there?” Holland asked me. I shrugged my shoulders and pressed my ear against the door a little bit harder, and Holland did the same.
“Pixie!” I heard a squeaky voice say on the other side of the door. I think Holland also heard because he looked right at me when the voice said it.
“Pixie do you hear something?”
“Is it coming from the other side of the door?”
I took a deep breath and stepped away to the door.
“What are you doing?” he whispered.
“Didn’t you just hear what they said?”
“Yeah but we have to hear more”, Holland spoke. I looked at him in an insane way.
“Are you psycho?” I asked him with my eyes bulging out.
“No, I’m not!” Holland accidentally screamed. Right then and there I knew we had to run.
“Run”, I yelled out to Holland. It didn’t matter if we screamed now because the kids in the hotel room and already heard us and were for sure going to come after us. As I was running I looked back behind me and there was Holland, it looked like he was running for his life.
Right behind him was a blonde haired girl that looked nothing like Camille. She had redish toned eyes, but had light, pale skin. Her eyes were smaller than Camille’s, as I remembered.
“Pixie keep going!” I heard my daughters voice say. I knew I had to keep looking ahead though. There were so much turns I had to make now, I couldn’t look back.
“Keep going Holland!” I yelled to him.
“I’m trying! I have asthma! You gave it to me”, he told me. And yes, it was true. In one of my dreams, he was running and he had a terrible asthma attack.
“Oh, I’m sorry!”
I really did feel bad for the guy! I always did have such terrible dreams. They even made me frightened, and to have them happen to you the next day, well that would be so horrible.
“Keep running though!” I told him. Then I heard Camille’s voice in the background.
“We will hang you and hurt you till you can’t breathe!” she said in an evil tone.
I started to cry a little. Then I got choked up.
“Stop!” I stopped in the middle of the hall way, as Holland kept on going I stopped him.
“What are we doing?” he whispered.
“If my daughter wants to kill me, then let her. I don’t want to live with knowing that my daughter is thinking of all the terrible ways of killing me, then no, I don’t want to live!” I told him. He looked at me with his eyes wide open, I don’t think he knew what to do.
“You go on, if you don’t want to die. Leave me here, I will be alright no matter what”, my eyes got teary and red and I let go of him.
“Its your choice!”
“Well if you die, who will narrate my life?” he asked.
“I don’t know”.
“Then I am going with you!” he said. I was going to look back in front of me to see what Kendra, Pixie, and Camille were doing but once I heard what Holland had said, I looked back behind me.
“Yes, or do you-“ then Kendra and her friends interrupted. i turned around to face Kendra, Camille, and Pixie.
“Are you done having your girl talk with him Elizabeth, and are you now ready to die!” Camille pulled out a knife from her pocket.
“Go ahead! Kill me Camille, and your friends can help you too!” I said In a brat tone. I spread my arms wide open like a cross.
“Now come over here and stab me!” I told them.
Surprisingly Holland stepped away.
“I thought you were doing-“
Before I could finish, someone had already stabbed me in my leg. I fell to the ground holding my thigh.
“Oh my, oh my gosh!” I said.
“Ha-ha! Look what I did! I stabbed my mother!” Kendra looked at me with her eyebrows high and her big white smile. She was holding the bloody knife in her right hand.
“Kendra, don’t! You love me remember!?” I asked her. My poor daughter, she was a slaughter, a killer, a murderer.
“Love you?” she laughed.
“I have never loved you before, you liar mommy!” Kendra said to me, I tried to block that sentence out.
“Holland”, I turned around, still holding my leg, I could feel the blood rushing out.
He wasn’t behind me.
“Holland”, I had a scared voice on.
“Holland, where are you?” I turned around.
“Ahhh”. I saw Holland behind Kendra, Pixie, and Camille. He was holding a gigantic knife. He was running like he was going to miss a very important bus ride. Camille and Pixie were out of luck. They didn’t look in time and before they knew it, Camille and Pixie were on the floor, with blood dripping down there face. There hair was already falling out. Kendra was on the floor too, but she wasn’t hurt at all.
“Holland!” I slid over to him happily. My leg was still throbbing but I was just glad he saved me.
“You’re a savior!” he hugged me, then I put my head on his chest.
“No! You are!” he said. I didn’t get it, but I really didn’t want to start an argument so I just smiled in agreement.
“What happened to Kendra, you didn’t stab her did you?” I asked me frantically.
“NO!” he said.
“She’s just a kid!” he smiled.
“”Pixie and Camille were just kids too!”
“Yes, but they weren’t normal. Kendra was just pazesed”.
“Camille was inside her body, making her do the stuff she was doing!”
“That’s why Kendra fell to the floor! Because it was really Camille’s soul inside her at that moment. She will be up and good in about 3, 2, 1!” he counted down, hoping that Kendra’s eyes would open. And a few seconds after he said one, her eyes opened.
“Mommy”! Kendra said in a sweet voice.
“Hunny!” I screamed.
“Why are you bleeding?”
Then I remember about my leg.
“You, You-“I decided not to tell her.
“I got hurt, in a car accident this morning”, I told her. There was another lie, but it was a white lie and it didn’t matter at the minute anyways.
“Why wasn’t I with you?” she asked me. I didn’t know what to say except two words:
“Long Story”
“And who is this strange man?” she asked. I heard Holland laugh, I giggled a bit too.
“I’m Holland”, he explained to Kendra.
“And you must be Kendra!” He said to my baby.
“Yes, I am Kendra. How do you know Holland?” She asked him. I smiled at looked at Holland as I rubbed his chest gently.
“Your mother, she talks about you lots!” he said looking at me with his British tone.
“In good ways?” she said with a tiny, squeaky voice.
“Oh yeah!” he said to her.
Kendra snuggled up to me.
“Eliza?” he whispered in my left ear.
“Do you want me to take you to the hospital?”
“Immediately” I laughed and looked at him with a huge smile.
Supposed to be a picture here !
The Hallway that this all happened in!
Chapter 3-
Once we were in the hospital and I was all stitched up, I was fine. Holland and Kendra had stayed with me a few days in the hospital and today was the day I was getting out. I was so excided until the doctor came in and said
“Sorry, you have to stay in for at least 2 more days!”
I looked at him like he was nuts.
“What? No you must be looking at another Elizabeth’s paper!” I told him. He shook his head.
“No, you’re the one with the stabbed leg right?” he asked.
“Thigh”, I corrected him.
“Yeah, Yeah, whatever!” he said.
“Anyways-“
“Well let me just talk to Mr. Hernie privately!” he said.
I think the doctor that Holland and I were married or something, even though we weren’t.
I kept wondering if Holland and I would ever get married. I mean come on now, we narrate each others lives. As Holland walked at the door and slowly closed it, I looked at Kendra, she was falling asleep.
“Oh darling!” I patted her on the head. Even though she didn’t remember anything, I still felt sorry for what she had gone through. Then suddenly I wondered if Holland had a dream about all of this happening. Like me getting wounded. He must have because how else did he know to get ready to stab Camille and Pixie. And he already said that he knew about Kendra meeting Camille and Pixie. I was really confused at the moment, but I didn’t want to think about it.
“Holland!” I said as a he walked back in with his hands in his pocket.
“Okay, well the doc is not coming back in for right now, I need to talk to you”, he told me as I listened.
“The doctor said when she stabbed you she might have hurt a vain, and you just don’t feel the pain YET!” he told me. I looked at him.
“No, I am never going to feel pain anymore; I am going to have a perfect life”.
“That’s not what Mr. Fealix said”, Holland looked at me like my old father used to do.
“Who is that?” I asked him.
“Your doc”.
“Oh”, I sighed, then looked around. Kendra was still sleeping and I didn’t want to wake her up.
“Are you leaving then?”
“No, if I have really found the woman who narrates my life, there is no way I am leaving her at some unknown hospital!” he said. When he said that, it sounded so sweet. His British accent and his blue eyes were darling.
“Aww”, I said. He looked at me weird, but then smiled.
“Okay so do you want me to wake your daughter up so I can tell her?” he asked me. I shook my head.
“Okay well I need some rest and you do too!” he pulled the blanket more up on me then her pulled out his chair and made his little bed.
“Yup, I know”, I told him. I was happy at the moment. Even though I knew I had to stay in this hospital for at least two more days, I knew I would have Kendra and Holland, and at that moment they were the ones I loved most.
About 3 hours later, after everyone had finished sleeping, Holland went out to get us Taco Bell fast food. He had left about 15 minutes before Kendra woke up, and Kendra woke up about 30 minutes ago.
“Where is he with the food?” Kendra asked.
“Where is Mr. Hernie?”
“I don’t know baby!”
“Well I am starving!” she said to me. I looked at her and said
“So am I! Maybe he is getting warmer blankets for us! Maybe an electrical blanket”. I was just coming up with ideas on the spot, what else could I do at the moment?
“I want food instead”, she wined.
“Kendra just be happy!” I told her.
“If mommy’s alright and all better in 2 days, will you clean up your act?”
“Sure mommy, anything for you”, she started being sweet again, and then I kissed her on the forehead.
“Mommy! That’s embarrassing”, she looked at me with her dark green eyes and her cricked cute teeth were showing.
“No one is in here baby girl!”
Kendra laughed then before we knew it, about 5 minutes later the doctor walked in.
“Phone call for Mr. Hernie!” the woman said.
“Mr. Hernie left about an hour ago”, I told her.
“Mr. Hernie left about and hour ago Miss.” The woman spoke to the phone.
“Miss?” I said quietly.
“Why would it be a woman?”
Then the woman handed the phone to me. She wants to talk to you. I looked at the phone in a delirious way.
“Me?” I pointed to myself.
“Yes, You!” the woman doctor gave me the phone then walked out of the room and closed the door behind her.
“Let me talk!” Kendra giggled and put her hand out for the phone.
“No Kendra!” I said.
“Hello”.
“Hey, why have you been hanging out with my dad so much?” it sounded like a teenage girl.
“Your dad? Who is your dad hunny?” I asked the girl.
“Holland Hernie, Holland Howard Hernie”, she got specific.
She had a British accent too.
“Are you his daughter?” I asked her.
“Duh! I live in England with him, and he was out in America looking for this girl in his dreams!” she sounded so mixed up. I was too so it was okay.
“How old are you sweetie?”
“15, soon to be 16 and driving!” she sounded excited.
“And how old are you?” she asked me.
“27”.
Then she paused.
“Oh, this girl sounded much older in his dreams like about 35 or 36ish”, she said to me. I laughed.
“Are you sure you’re her?”
“Yes, we are both sure”
“How did you find out we were all at the hospital?”
“Well the last time I talked to my dad was about 3 days ago, and he told me that he found you and all that, then he said where you lived and where he was going to be staying”, she explained.
“And since he hadn’t called me in a while, I thought one of you was hurt, so I looked up the nearest hospital in your guys’ area. And then I suddenly found you!” she said. Her British accent was coming along, it was so cute when teenagers talked in British accent, and I thought it was pretty neat.
“Smart, right?” I asked her.
“Wickedly!” she loudly spoke.
Chapter 4-
So as we talked she asked about her father. I told her where he went last and that he hasn’t came back and she sounded very confused because she said he was always on time, never late.
Then she told me about her life and how it was going exceedingly well, and how she loved every minute of her time being alive. She cherished what she had with her dad, and she loved him very much. She also told me her name, which was Nicolette, but everyone calls her Nicole for short. And now it was my turn to tell her about me.
“Well I am 27, like I said and have a 6 year old daughter named Kendra”. Kendra smiled when I told Nicole.
“Aww”, Nicolette said.
“I love children!”
“Cool and I have lived in a lot of places also, I have been looking for your father too, and now I have found him”.
“Oh that’s wicked”, she said. I laughed. I had never heard anyone use that word so much in one day.
“So do you think you guys are going to get married?” she asked me, and that was the question I had been asking myself for the past couple days.
“Yeah, I don’t know yet Nicole. That would be very fast for me at least, I know we are good friends now though!”
“Oh”, Nicole sounded sad when she said that.
“You sound very nice”, she said.
“Oh, well you do also”, I told her.
“So does your daughter!” I smiled. Kendra heard Nicole say that.
“I know I am awesome!” Kendra said quietly. I laughed.
“Okay well I better jet”, Nicole said.
“But I will talk to you later Miss. Renner!”
“You can call me Eliza!” I told her.
“Okay! Bye now!”
“Bye”. As I pushed the end button, I had so many questions to ask Holland. Then I dialed the numbers that I thought of on the phone.
818-290-9923. That was Holland’s cell phone number. I remember him giving it to me, and me not writing it down but just remembering it by heart.
How is this book i am writing? Plz tell me!?
I read a good portion of this, but not all. It seems to me that you are writing about some things you don't know, like four-year old girls (any children around that age), and motels, and perhaps time.
Examples: children that age aren't 'lazy' or 'lying around a lot.' Not at all. Also, there is no way a four-year old could have been in all those different places and even remember them enough for you to write something like 'she didn't want to live somewhere for a whole year.' Kendra would barely know what a whole year feels like.
Also: there are lots of extra 'y' s on words (especially the word 'the'), and you first refer to Eliza's eyebrows as raising 'my single eyebrow'... (see how that sounds?)
And when you mention Kendra's new friend as having something to do with killing, I thought Kendra's mother killed her, not the conclusion your character makes.
And if a motel room is on the third floor, it will not have a number that starts with '1,' nor have I ever heard of any motel or hotel door having a 'cat door' in it. And why does this one?
RE: dreams, staying awake, people to search for or not... The part about each person dreaming the other's life has been almost done in, in movies at least, most recently by one which stars Emma Thompson and Will Farrell, though she is a writer writing his life.
Suggest you stick with things you know, at least in details.
Keep trying... keep practicing, and keep reading.
Reply:it's really good so far. keep on going. Report It
Reply:Wow, you have some great, creative ideas in this piece!
I think it's interesting that they dream about each other's lives,etc. And you were good with the creepy factor of the little girl.
There are a few things though, that could be improved on. like, at the very beginning, I would like them to have a better way to meet.
Also, just add a few more details about the setting throughout, so it feels more real. (And one more thing--a 4 year old probably wouldnt be left home all alone while her mom goes shopping)
But you have a good start, and I hope you keep writing!!
Reply:Wow that was the best stroy ever! TThanks for wiriting your book. That is very good! Oh, and did you like my book that i worte to you?
Reply:Well! You do have a knack for writing conversation. That's what people enjoy a whole lot and it is such a great story. I read a lot of books in a lot of categories and have started my own book. Haven't worked on it in some time though.
For a first draft, this is marvelous. I can surmise where this story is going, but I may be wrong.
Do you know where the story is going, how you want to end the book. What you want the reader to experience. It sounds like a thriller. It thrilled me, can't wait to read the rest.
Reply:Sorry. I couldn't get through half the first chapter. You're about 14, right? Maybe I'm just too old to appreciate it...
Looking for a type of fan for a wedding?
I am looking for a paddle fan (not a folding fan), it's made from natural pulpy paper with flower pedals imbedded in it and you can also print the wedding program on it. I saw it several months ago somewhere on line and now I can't find it anywhere. I have found the natural paper folding fans but that's not what I want. Has anyone seen this fan anywhere?
Looking for a type of fan for a wedding?
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Looking for a type of fan for a wedding?
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Why can't Singapore be more like city of L.A?
What I like about LA.
1. Racial harmony.
2. Public transportation. Always on time , Metro is run by computers.
3. Genuine people. Very law abiding citizens.
4. Mirror smooth roads.
5. City planning, beautiful tree lined roads and flowers every where.
6. Smooth flowing traffic. People don't honk.
7. Overall cleanliness, no litters, grafittis etc.
8. 21 century architectures.
What I don't like
1. Weather
2. Beaches
What I like about Singapore
1.Weather, nice and humid.
2. Prices
3. mountains
What I don't like
1. Everywhere looks so dirty and the city looks so rundown
2. Public transportation is nightmare. Everybody drives.
3. Dust
4. Streets are not safe even in the broad daylight.
5. Shopping is limited.
6. City planning is horrible.
7. Places are too far from one another.
8. People look obese, lazy and scruffy.
Airport wise, LAX wins handsdown. Efficiency at its best. Americans who have been to both L.A and Singapore know what I am talking about.
Why can't Singapore be more like city of L.A?
You crack me up, man.
You pretty much hit it on the head, except for the racial harmony part. (I'm ignoring the OBVIOUS sarcasm, since I'm Obivousman). Racial relations aren't as bad as the news makes it out to be. Where I live, there's really none at all.
Reply:Singapore is very strict from what i have heard. If a single rule is broken the perpetrator is fined huge sums of money whereas in LA , its more freedom. in singapore people get hit with bamboo sticks for littering where as they law is more humane and civil. there is virtually no freeedom of sppech in singapore in whereas people could hold strikes in la and the government will try and help the people. i think the reason y singapore cant be more like la is cuz la is more culturally diverse, with chinatown, korea town , little india, little venice whereas in singapore its just singapore and a little bit of other culutres
Reply:Don't play smart with Angelenos dude.
Reply:I think you made a wrong turn somewhere and ended up in New York...
Reply:I'm changing my name to Ironygirl and agreeing with you. Very cute. But anyway, I really like LA, despite too much traffic.
And it is multicultural, which makes for great food!
Reply:u have it backward, honey
Reply:I think you have your lists backwards b/c what you describe as not liking about Singapore sounds like LA a lot. Where the hell in LA were you were the roads are smooth, people don't honk, traffic moves smoothly, public transit is good, has good city planning with landscaped streets??
Reply:Is this is a joke?
Racial harmony in LA? You are either 6 or live under a rock. Genuine people? ROTFLMAO!!!!
And Ironically the 2 things you dont like are the only things LA has going for it.
Reply:You seemed to have mixed up LA and Singapore.
1. Racial harmony.
2. Public transportation. Always on time , Metro is run by computers.
3. Genuine people. Very law abiding citizens.
4. Mirror smooth roads.
5. City planning, beautiful tree lined roads and flowers every where.
6. Smooth flowing traffic. People don't honk.
7. Overall cleanliness, no litters, grafittis etc.
8. 21 century architectures.
What I don't like
1. Weather
2. Beaches
What I like about Singapore
1.Weather, nice and humid.
2. Prices
3. mountains
What I don't like
1. Everywhere looks so dirty and the city looks so rundown
2. Public transportation is nightmare. Everybody drives.
3. Dust
4. Streets are not safe even in the broad daylight.
5. Shopping is limited.
6. City planning is horrible.
7. Places are too far from one another.
8. People look obese, lazy and scruffy.
Airport wise, LAX wins handsdown. Efficiency at its best. Americans who have been to both L.A and Singapore know what I am talking about.
Why can't Singapore be more like city of L.A?
You crack me up, man.
You pretty much hit it on the head, except for the racial harmony part. (I'm ignoring the OBVIOUS sarcasm, since I'm Obivousman). Racial relations aren't as bad as the news makes it out to be. Where I live, there's really none at all.
Reply:Singapore is very strict from what i have heard. If a single rule is broken the perpetrator is fined huge sums of money whereas in LA , its more freedom. in singapore people get hit with bamboo sticks for littering where as they law is more humane and civil. there is virtually no freeedom of sppech in singapore in whereas people could hold strikes in la and the government will try and help the people. i think the reason y singapore cant be more like la is cuz la is more culturally diverse, with chinatown, korea town , little india, little venice whereas in singapore its just singapore and a little bit of other culutres
Reply:Don't play smart with Angelenos dude.
Reply:I think you made a wrong turn somewhere and ended up in New York...
Reply:I'm changing my name to Ironygirl and agreeing with you. Very cute. But anyway, I really like LA, despite too much traffic.
And it is multicultural, which makes for great food!
Reply:u have it backward, honey
Reply:I think you have your lists backwards b/c what you describe as not liking about Singapore sounds like LA a lot. Where the hell in LA were you were the roads are smooth, people don't honk, traffic moves smoothly, public transit is good, has good city planning with landscaped streets??
Reply:Is this is a joke?
Racial harmony in LA? You are either 6 or live under a rock. Genuine people? ROTFLMAO!!!!
And Ironically the 2 things you dont like are the only things LA has going for it.
Reply:You seemed to have mixed up LA and Singapore.
Please help?
hiya i am moving into a new house and i have picked a very modern white corner sofa i am wanting to paint my walls white but i want 1 wall to be bold so i was thinking get a bold canvas with bright big flowers or something along the lines of that so it looks really modern and kind of retro !! do you know of any gud websites that give me sum ideas or where i can get them massive modern prints from ???????????????? please help
Please help?
hiya back! what you really need to do is have an accent wall of different color and texture, then use your colorful art on the white walls, a picture with a lot of white on the colored wall. remember to tie in your colors with throw pillows with the same colors as your art work and the accent wall you can not go wrong doing this and it will look as if a professional did your decorating for you.
Reply:Silly question, but have you tried Ikea? They've got some large canvases, and they're reasonably cheap. We got one from there to put up in our bathroom.
Mind you, for the living room I'm saving up for an original oil from an artist I saw on Skye earlier this year.
http://www.diana-mackie.co.uk/
Definitely bold and dramatic, but, unfortunately, not flowers...
Alternatively, just keep an eye out. The right thing will come along when you're least expecting it, and it'll jump out at you. I'm a great believer in serendipity - hope you find what you want!
Reply:www.art.com sometimes has some, but I think they're out for now. You can try www.ebay.com. I like the one of the woman with the snake and the starry night picture, but neither sounds like what you're looking for. You could get the Marilyn Monroe poster from art.com and go with a neutral theme. Try only black, white, and silver in the room. Or maybe the Kill Bill poster if you like that one, and add splashes of red and yellow with throw pillows and little accents. More along the lines of what you seem to want would be at www.allposters.com. Look up Emma Davis there-- she has tulip prints. Plus, they have wonderful prints of magnolias, roses, and more. Or try www.artwork.barewalls.com for big posters of pandas, paradise, and sunset in the rockies, maybe more. Your best bet, though, may be www.artexpression.com. Click on the link for floral posters, but keep an eye on the size. Might I suggest Glorious Rose, Daisy Bouquet, or Red Roses Abstract? You'll probably have to find a frame shop to get whatever print you buy framed, but at least you'll be able to choose the frame. Enjoy your new living room!
Reply:www.gaydeco.com
Reply:Try:
http://www.allposters.com
They have thousands of excellent posters and pictures of all sizes. Great prices too!
Please help?
hiya back! what you really need to do is have an accent wall of different color and texture, then use your colorful art on the white walls, a picture with a lot of white on the colored wall. remember to tie in your colors with throw pillows with the same colors as your art work and the accent wall you can not go wrong doing this and it will look as if a professional did your decorating for you.
Reply:Silly question, but have you tried Ikea? They've got some large canvases, and they're reasonably cheap. We got one from there to put up in our bathroom.
Mind you, for the living room I'm saving up for an original oil from an artist I saw on Skye earlier this year.
http://www.diana-mackie.co.uk/
Definitely bold and dramatic, but, unfortunately, not flowers...
Alternatively, just keep an eye out. The right thing will come along when you're least expecting it, and it'll jump out at you. I'm a great believer in serendipity - hope you find what you want!
Reply:www.art.com sometimes has some, but I think they're out for now. You can try www.ebay.com. I like the one of the woman with the snake and the starry night picture, but neither sounds like what you're looking for. You could get the Marilyn Monroe poster from art.com and go with a neutral theme. Try only black, white, and silver in the room. Or maybe the Kill Bill poster if you like that one, and add splashes of red and yellow with throw pillows and little accents. More along the lines of what you seem to want would be at www.allposters.com. Look up Emma Davis there-- she has tulip prints. Plus, they have wonderful prints of magnolias, roses, and more. Or try www.artwork.barewalls.com for big posters of pandas, paradise, and sunset in the rockies, maybe more. Your best bet, though, may be www.artexpression.com. Click on the link for floral posters, but keep an eye on the size. Might I suggest Glorious Rose, Daisy Bouquet, or Red Roses Abstract? You'll probably have to find a frame shop to get whatever print you buy framed, but at least you'll be able to choose the frame. Enjoy your new living room!
Reply:www.gaydeco.com
Reply:Try:
http://www.allposters.com
They have thousands of excellent posters and pictures of all sizes. Great prices too!
What to put with dress?
Ok, so I have a gorgeous dress for my summer ball - empire line, paisley, plum with gold threads running through it. It's quite hippyish. I can't decide what shoes or hair to go with it. I'm thinking hair: go with the hippy theme - flowers and plaits, but shoes? Can't really wear flats, but don't want to wear anything to high either. Any ideas, anybody?
What to put with dress?
Wedges! There are some rally cool beaded ones and today's styles don't look clumpy at all... I don't know if your hair is long or short, but if it is shoulder length or longer I would go for nice soft waves.. maybe put a flower in the side or a nice sparkly clip that matches the colours in your outfit. But don't overdo it with plaits and flowers and all kinds, it'll be too much, your dress sounds quite extravagant so I'd just keep it simple.
Reply:Whatever brings out the definition in your legs.
Reply:wear hair long and loose and no shoes or maybe some wedged espedrills then they dont have to be too high but arnt flat
Reply:Wear your hair long this is the hippy style and it will look really nice....Your shoes thats alittle harder....Did you think about going to a shoe store and asking their opinion,their suppose to know there stuff....It couldn't hurt....
Clowmy
Reply:Why don't you try a wedge shoe.. something strappy perhaps. The beauty is that you can get wedges at any height and it goes w/ the hippy thing.
Reply:Flip Flops
Reply:A shoe that is quite cute and might go with the style is something along the lines of a ballet slipper. I think it would loook cute with your dress, you can find them in so many colors andstyles. You can find ones that lace up your leg, kinda sexy, you can find ones with flowers and other decorations, or you can even spice up some plain ones with decorations that match your dress. It's not EXACTLY the hippy style, but I think it would go together. You can tie in the whole outfit by doing your hair along the same theme as your shoes. I'm not sure where you live, but check on the internet where you can buy these shoes. They're pretty popular in Europe right now and iI haven't been to North America in a while, so not sure if you can find them there, though I would imagine that you can.
If you don't like this idea, or can't find them, just try finding a shoe that you like and spice it up yourself. Then you'll be sure that no one else has the same shoe and you can be proud to know that you did it! And it will look great with your hair, dress, everything. Most of all, have a great time!!!*
Good Luck!
Reply:oooo
hippie theme - probably ballet slippers, though there are shoes with a small heel (called a kitten heel) if you want a little bit of height.
Reply:platforms and a g string to under the dress for comfort and your hair get hair extensions
Reply:If you're short, platforms will be a good choice. It'll add height to your frame and matches the hippy theme.
If you're tall, you may want to go for wedges or 2 other options: something with plum or gold crochet on it or something really strappy.
Reply:A cute pair of plain flip-flops should be fine or you can go all out hippie: bare feet!!!
Reply:I would suggest wedges with the laces that tie around the legs and ankles
Reply:flip flop
Reply:HOW ABOUT SOME FLIP FLOPS THAT WILL MATCH THE FLOWERS IN UR HAIR.
Reply:I think dress is too heavy to wear on this hot summer. U r asking about other items.
What to put with dress?
Wedges! There are some rally cool beaded ones and today's styles don't look clumpy at all... I don't know if your hair is long or short, but if it is shoulder length or longer I would go for nice soft waves.. maybe put a flower in the side or a nice sparkly clip that matches the colours in your outfit. But don't overdo it with plaits and flowers and all kinds, it'll be too much, your dress sounds quite extravagant so I'd just keep it simple.
Reply:Whatever brings out the definition in your legs.
Reply:wear hair long and loose and no shoes or maybe some wedged espedrills then they dont have to be too high but arnt flat
Reply:Wear your hair long this is the hippy style and it will look really nice....Your shoes thats alittle harder....Did you think about going to a shoe store and asking their opinion,their suppose to know there stuff....It couldn't hurt....
Clowmy
Reply:Why don't you try a wedge shoe.. something strappy perhaps. The beauty is that you can get wedges at any height and it goes w/ the hippy thing.
Reply:Flip Flops
Reply:A shoe that is quite cute and might go with the style is something along the lines of a ballet slipper. I think it would loook cute with your dress, you can find them in so many colors andstyles. You can find ones that lace up your leg, kinda sexy, you can find ones with flowers and other decorations, or you can even spice up some plain ones with decorations that match your dress. It's not EXACTLY the hippy style, but I think it would go together. You can tie in the whole outfit by doing your hair along the same theme as your shoes. I'm not sure where you live, but check on the internet where you can buy these shoes. They're pretty popular in Europe right now and iI haven't been to North America in a while, so not sure if you can find them there, though I would imagine that you can.
If you don't like this idea, or can't find them, just try finding a shoe that you like and spice it up yourself. Then you'll be sure that no one else has the same shoe and you can be proud to know that you did it! And it will look great with your hair, dress, everything. Most of all, have a great time!!!*
Good Luck!
Reply:oooo
hippie theme - probably ballet slippers, though there are shoes with a small heel (called a kitten heel) if you want a little bit of height.
Reply:platforms and a g string to under the dress for comfort and your hair get hair extensions
Reply:If you're short, platforms will be a good choice. It'll add height to your frame and matches the hippy theme.
If you're tall, you may want to go for wedges or 2 other options: something with plum or gold crochet on it or something really strappy.
Reply:A cute pair of plain flip-flops should be fine or you can go all out hippie: bare feet!!!
Reply:I would suggest wedges with the laces that tie around the legs and ankles
Reply:flip flop
Reply:HOW ABOUT SOME FLIP FLOPS THAT WILL MATCH THE FLOWERS IN UR HAIR.
Reply:I think dress is too heavy to wear on this hot summer. U r asking about other items.
Why do men from other countries,like the UK and etc...want my address?
I'm on a dating site and have thought I met just men from the states,then when we start talking on the yahoo chat line, they are telling me they are working in the UK, and or eygpt, and etc...They say they are in love with me, and promises us to be together..They want my address..they ask what kind of flowers I like,but I think it's a bad deal..what do you think.?
Why do men from other countries,like the UK and etc...want my address?
I believe it's safer not to give them your home address. Especially considering that you do already have a bad feeling about it. As they say, trust your gut. I'm thinking you must be very attractive for them to be willing to send you flowers at your doorstep from their country. I also believe it's safer not to give too much personal information to people you only know online. Also it seems you can't be 100% sure about those guys location so, safety first.
Reply:**DO NOT** give them any information. It's a scam.
They are trying to commit identity theft, and if it goes far enough, they will start saying that they are coming over to this country to meet you, but need you to pay for their travel, and they will try to nickel-and-dime you for this and that. The requests for money would never end.
Here are a couple of good addresses to learn about scams like these, and I do suggest you visit them because I learned a lot from them:
www.ebolamonkeyman.com
419.bittenus.com
In the meantime, DO NOT send them any personal information, pictures, documents, or money. Sometimes, they will even ask for pictures of yourself and/or copies of your driver's license or passport.
Lastly, as convincing as they might seem, NEVER believe a word they say and don't feel sorry for them. They have caused a lot of suffering for many people. If you got their screen name, I would recommend reporting them to the moderator or the service you are using, as a gullible person will fall for their scam. Don't allow them to victimize anyone.
Reply:I saw an episode of Dateline NBC where people overseas where using stolen credit cards to purchase merchindise. They would ship it to the address of someone in the states they met online and then ask that unsuspecting person to ship the product to them. You are right to be concerned.
Reply:You are asking for major trouble!! Number one rule when you are meeting men from online is NEVER, ever, EVER give them your address!! There are a LOT of sickos out there!
Reply:Watch out for online romance scams. If they start asking you for money they are bad news. Check out www.romancescams.org
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Why do men from other countries,like the UK and etc...want my address?
I believe it's safer not to give them your home address. Especially considering that you do already have a bad feeling about it. As they say, trust your gut. I'm thinking you must be very attractive for them to be willing to send you flowers at your doorstep from their country. I also believe it's safer not to give too much personal information to people you only know online. Also it seems you can't be 100% sure about those guys location so, safety first.
Reply:**DO NOT** give them any information. It's a scam.
They are trying to commit identity theft, and if it goes far enough, they will start saying that they are coming over to this country to meet you, but need you to pay for their travel, and they will try to nickel-and-dime you for this and that. The requests for money would never end.
Here are a couple of good addresses to learn about scams like these, and I do suggest you visit them because I learned a lot from them:
www.ebolamonkeyman.com
419.bittenus.com
In the meantime, DO NOT send them any personal information, pictures, documents, or money. Sometimes, they will even ask for pictures of yourself and/or copies of your driver's license or passport.
Lastly, as convincing as they might seem, NEVER believe a word they say and don't feel sorry for them. They have caused a lot of suffering for many people. If you got their screen name, I would recommend reporting them to the moderator or the service you are using, as a gullible person will fall for their scam. Don't allow them to victimize anyone.
Reply:I saw an episode of Dateline NBC where people overseas where using stolen credit cards to purchase merchindise. They would ship it to the address of someone in the states they met online and then ask that unsuspecting person to ship the product to them. You are right to be concerned.
Reply:You are asking for major trouble!! Number one rule when you are meeting men from online is NEVER, ever, EVER give them your address!! There are a LOT of sickos out there!
Reply:Watch out for online romance scams. If they start asking you for money they are bad news. Check out www.romancescams.org
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