%26quot;My eyes opened and I realized I was resting on a soft bed. I was covered with a soft baby blue blanket. The birds chirped rhythmically, and the sunlight reflected from the window adjacent from the bed was hurting my eyes. I squinted as I looked upon it, but it really didn%26#039;t help relieve the pain at all. The pain felt as if I was looking directly at a flashlight. I could easily tell the time of day was morning. I sat up looked around the bedroom, the walls were painted pink, the drawers and bookshelves standing opposite of the window were just as blue as the blanket that I had just pulled off. The room was unfamiliar to me. I wondered how I got here. I could not recall anything that occurred before this present point, nothing at all.
I got out of bed and there was a sound coming from the polished wooden floor. I looked down and saw a silver heart shaped pendant bonded with thin silver chains. I bent over and picked up the locket. It was the size of my thumb, and it shined like precious diamonds in the sunlight behind me. I turned the heart shaped locket and saw a small clasp. I opened the locket and saw a photo of a young woman on the left who seemed to be wearing a purple dress robe. Next to her on the right was a little girl, wearing similar clothing except she wore pink instead of purple. Both of them had long black hair and they were smiling at each other. I glanced at the little girl again, and although the child seemed so cute, she also seemed very familiar. There was a mirror next to the door in between the drawer and the bookshelves. I saw my own reflection in the mirror. I realized that I had black hair just like the two people in the photo, wearing a white T-Shirt and white shorts. I also saw in the mirror that I had no shoes on. Then I looked at the little girl in the picture again. That little girl’s face and hair are somewhat similar to mine. On the left side of the locket I saw a something printed on the silver metal. The upper left corners of the heart locket were two letters engraved “L.R” printed on small letters and in the middle of the heart, there was date carved into the locket that said:
20 December 1995
The date on the locket caught my attention. I wondered why the date was even printed there. What happened on that day? Why was it so significant? I also wondered who the young woman is in the photo, and if I was the little girl in the photo. There was a knock on the door, and I almost jumped when I heard it. I watched the door, and remained alert, until seconds later, the door opened. The one who knocked on the door was a young woman, wearing a white dress and I also noticed a white apron she was wearing that seemed to blend in. Her rectangular glasses were completely crooked, it looks as if it was about to fall off her face. Her face was completely dirty, and her crimson hair looked as if it were never brushed for weeks perhaps months. Her emerald eyes came into contact with mine, and said to me in a somewhat timid voice.
“Oh, you’re awake”
I continued to stare at her, and said nothing.
“What’s your name?” said the woman, smiling lightly “My name is Solana Frosty.”
Unfortunately I didn’t have an answer to that question. I felt pretty stupid not knowing my own name, so I remained silent and continued to gaze at her.
“Um, you don’t talk much do you?” said Solana, timidly. “My daughter Aiyana found you in the forest out cold so we took you in our home and we kept you warm and placed you in her room. Um….. Are you feeling okay?”
I nodded lightly, and whispered.
“Yes”
“I’m glad to hear it!” said Solana, smiling brightly. “Come downstairs, I made some breakfast. When you finished eating we can call your parents. How old are you by the way?”
“T-Tw-Twelve” I answered a little unsure of myself.
“Oh that’s great!” Said Solana insecurely “Aiyana is just about you age- Well, perhaps. She’ll be turning twelve in a few days, so I’m sure you two would get along just fine. Now please come downstairs for some breakfast. I didn’t expect you to be awake at this time. After breakfast we’ll call your parents, they must be worried sick about you. So we’ll just let them know that you’re okay”
Solana turned around and left. Seconds later, I got up off the floor, where I was sitting, left the room and went down the stairs. After I reached the first floor, I heard a voice calling to me.
“Hey, come over here! Come in the kitchen”
I turned to where the voice is coming from. It was Solana and another girl who had long scarlet hair just like Solana’s in a kitchen. I walked inside the kitchen where the girl sat at a circular wooden table that was near a corner of the kitchen. The table had a large plate with a layer of pancakes on a plate and a bottle of maple syrup sitting there. I gagged at the odor of burnt food. The sink next to me was piled with dirty dishes. There were shards of broken glass on the white tile floors. I almost stepped on them, while I was still barefoot. Solana was near an oven holding a silver metal spatula, jumping and shrieking hysterically trying to put out the flames that bloomed from the stove just a second ago. I sat at the table where the girl sat. I gazed at her for a moment. The girl looked back at me and grinned.
“Oh hello,” She said quickly, “Don’t mind my Mom, she’s very clumsy when it comes to housekeeping. As you can see, she’s not always the best cook. Although she’s very clumsy and careless, she has her moments. She’s only like this when she’s stressed out. It’s very typical for adults. Other than that she’s a great cook. Oh, I’m so sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Aiyana.”
Aiyana reached out her right hand towards me.
I looked at her hand. I wondered what she made that gesture for. I continued to stare at it.
“What’s your name” She asked.
My eyes were drawn from her hand to her face. It’s that question again. I was gnawing my bottom lip, trying hard to remember, but it was impossible. I gave Aiyana a light shrug. Aiyana frowned.
“I tried asking her the same thing,” said Solana finally finished extinguishing the flames on the stove, “but she wouldn’t tell me. She must be shy, let’s give her some time to relax a bit. Aiyana pumpkin, go to the living room and find the phone. I think it’s time we call her parents. And turn on the computer on your way back here, and look up something on missing children”
Aiyana looked at her mother and nodded. She got up off her chair and left the kitchen. Now my attention is drawn to Solana, who smiled at me, placed some pancakes on the plate in front of me and said,
“Please eat some pancakes, they’re really tasty. I don’t want you to go hungry. I’ll give you a fork and a glass of orange juice.”
Solana handed me a silver metal fork. She also grasped the bottle of maple syrup and poured its sticky brown contents on the plate of pancakes. I looked down to examine them.
“Hmm,” said Solana. “It seems that you have never tasted pancakes before. Just cut a piece off and eat it.”
I looked up at Solana once more, remembering what Aiyana told me earlier, that she isn’t always the best cook. I assumed that these pancakes of hers would not taste very pleasant. I thought of Solana as a very kind person and the last thing I wanted to do is offend her. With my assumption set aside, I grabbed the fork. I cut off a piece of the pancake and placed it into my open mouth. I chewed slowly to. The food was soft and tasted sugary. While eating it I had this pleasant feeling, I assumed that the pancakes would taste horrible, but it was the opposite. I looked up at Solana again and smiled. Solana smiled back at me.
“I’m glad you like it” She said sweetly. “Would you like some orange juice? You’ll like this one, very natural.
Solana went to the refrigerator at the other side of the kitchen. She opened the door on the right. Reached in and pulled out a pitcher of some kind of yellowish substance, then she closed the door and placed the pitcher on the counter. She reached for the cupboard next to refrigerator for a clear glass cup. She took a cup from the cupboard and placed it on the counter as well. She poured the orange juice from the pitcher into the glass cup, and handed it to me. I looked into the cup of orange juice and saw something lumpy, there seems to be some foreign material inside.
“Oh don’t worry about the stuff in there,” said Solana sweetly “That’s just the pulp, dear. It’s natural orange juice. The pulp happens to be very healthy. Go on just drink it!”
I took a small sip of orange juice, despite the uncomfortable pulp rushing into my lips. It tasted pretty good.
Aiyana has just arrived in the kitchen holding a white cordless phone and handed it to me. I looked down at the phone, then who looked up at Solana, who nodded. I looked down at the phone again and pushed the green call button. There was a loud dial tone. I remained still trying to decide what button to press. The left side of my head ached. Random thoughts swirled into my head. I shut off the phone and placed it on the table. Aiyana and Solana exchanged looks, and then looked at me again.
“Erm…” said Solana nervously, “You don’t know your parents’ phone number?”
I shook my head lightly. Solana frowned.
“Um… okay” she said, “What about parent last name?”
I shrugged. Solana sighed.
“Wow,” said Aiyana, quickly, “you must not remember anything at all. Mom, I think she has amnesia”
I looked down at my feet and sighed. My entire face contracted and I clenched my fists firmly as if I was squeezing something. I took three slow deep breaths. Solana kneeled down next to me. I looked at her then she smiled sweetly.
“Oh, No worries,” She said kindheartedly, “you will get you memories back soon. You can stay with us if you’d like, if it’s okay with Aiyana, you can sleep in her room. Aiyana, take this girl to the office upstairs. You are going to the missing child registry. You are not to go on any other site. We are doing this to help her find her parents and pick up any information about her., not shop for “cute boys” on the internet. Do I make myself clear, young lady?”
Aiyana’s face turned red.
“I do NOT look at boys.” She shouted, in an astounded tone “Ugh, oh whatever.”
Aiyana turned around and quickly left the kitchen. Then suddenly she stopped and turned to look at me.
“Well?” she said, “Are you coming?”
I got up and followed Aiyana up the stairs and into a hallway. We stopped at a door that was right next to Aiyana’s room. She opened it, and hit the switch, which caused the light to turn on. I felt slightly uncomfortable when I saw the room. The office is even messier than the kitchen. There were open books, open folders, and loose papers, most of them on the floor. The desk was cluttered with papers. The black chair seemed to have fallen over, with its back to the floor. The file cabinet in the very back of the room had all of its drawers open and it also seem to have tipped over. The fan on the ceiling was twirling at a rapid pace. If it wasn’t swinging and rocking so violently, it would have spun a little bit faster.
Aiyana was the first person to enter the office. She walked to the desk and pushed away some papers resting on it. Under the papers was a small black square, which had the logo “In-Tech” printed on it. She opened it. She also found some cords on the floor, and connected them to the machine. I walked into the office and sat on the floor. Aiyana looked at me and laughed.
“Don’t mind this room either,” she said, “My mom is a journalist. A much respected one I might add. She’s a very messy person, as you can see. She’d clean the place up if she weren’t too busy with her deadlines, and her stories. She’d hire a maid to clean from time to time.”
It took several minutes to set up the machine. She placed the chair into its proper position. She turned it on the machine, and turned to me once more.
“Go on” she said sweetly, “Sit down.
I got up off the floor and sat on the chair. The machine Aiyana was setting up was actually a laptop computer. We finally reached the website, childregistry.gov. The arrow on the screen moved around slowly until it stopped on a link that said Missing children that was written in bold letters.
I need your opinions on this story that I wrote. ITS VERY LONG. You dont have to read it all just skim.?
WOW! Chick that%26#039;s some good stuff. It was suspencful and kept me wondering what was gonna happen next. Like is the girl%26#039;s memory ever gonna come back? Is she gonna get reunited with her parents? That%26#039;s really good work and I like your writing style. Its easy to follow and understand. I wanna know where I can get more of this story from heck, I%26#039;d buy the book.
Reply:The beginning descriptive narration has many repetative words. You should also find other adjectives besides colors, or use more unique ones.
You often reuse the same sentance structure.
I walked here. She did this.
Try some more variation:
With a flick of his fingers, the cigarette lit.
Her delicious pancakes she cared for lovingly in the pan, so that they would match the golden morning.
Violet, the mother%26#039;s color, calmed the naive and bright nature of her daughter%26#039;s pink dress.
Reply:I would have read it all, but I didn%26#039;t have time. You were very descriptive and grabbed my interest at once. You seemed to have repetitive sentence structure, and made part of it a little draggish. I think with a little work and revision, you can make a great story.
Reply:You yourself is a BEST STORY !!!
Reply:long and I saw the word pancake
Reply:The beginning is a little confusing, when she wakes up its almost like she thinks she should be there, then you have no idea why the woman that is speaking to her is a stranger. I would put some things in about how she had never been in the room before and it was strange, something like that just to clarify! Other than that, it really catches your attention, you did a great job of character development, I feel sorry for the little girl and hope she finds her way home! All in all, great flow of writing style, good description of the kitchen and characters, would love to find out what happens next! Good luck!
Reply:yer setnces are too disjunct, invert some of them, words should flow, not be so consctructed (or at least not seem that way)
if you look at a piece of music its VERY structured, but when u listen to classical music you hear a fluid piece. one without apparent boundaries (even though there are many)
that makes it easy to read and seem more like a stream of conciousness, and makes it more enjoyable to me at least
books title c
Monday, April 20, 2009
If you have the patience, please read this novel exerpt here, it's very long but I want your opinion!?
%26quot;My eyes opened and I realized I was resting on a soft bed. I was covered with a soft baby blue blanket. The birds chirped rhythmically, and the sunlight reflected from the window adjacent from the bed was hurting my eyes. I squinted as I looked upon it, but it really didn%26#039;t help relieve the pain at all. The pain felt as if I was looking directly at a flashlight. I could easily tell the time of day was morning. I sat up looked around the bedroom, the walls were painted pink, the drawers and bookshelves standing opposite of the window were just as blue as the blanket that I had just pulled off. The room was unfamiliar to me. I wondered how I got here. I could not recall anything that occurred before this present point, nothing at all.
I got out of bed and there was a sound coming from the polished wooden floor. I looked down and saw a silver heart shaped pendant bonded with thin silver chains. I bent over and picked up the locket. It was the size of my thumb, and it shined like precious diamonds in the sunlight behind me. I turned the heart shaped locket and saw a small clasp. I opened the locket and saw a photo of a young woman on the left who seemed to be wearing a purple dress robe. Next to her on the right was a little girl, wearing similar clothing except she wore pink instead of purple. Both of them had long black hair and they were smiling at each other. I glanced at the little girl again, and although the child seemed so cute, she also seemed very familiar. There was a mirror next to the door in between the drawer and the bookshelves. I saw my own reflection in the mirror. I realized that I had black hair just like the two people in the photo, wearing a white T-Shirt and white shorts. I also saw in the mirror that I had no shoes on. Then I looked at the little girl in the picture again. That little girl’s face and hair are somewhat similar to mine. On the left side of the locket I saw a something printed on the silver metal. The upper left corners of the heart locket were two letters engraved “L.R” printed on small letters and in the middle of the heart, there was date carved into the locket that said:
20 December 1995
The date on the locket caught my attention. I wondered why the date was even printed there. What happened on that day? Why was it so significant? I also wondered who the young woman is in the photo, and if I was the little girl in the photo. There was a knock on the door, and I almost jumped when I heard it. I watched the door, and remained alert, until seconds later, the door opened. The one who knocked on the door was a young woman, wearing a white dress and I also noticed a white apron she was wearing that seemed to blend in. Her rectangular glasses were completely crooked, it looks as if it was about to fall off her face. Her face was completely dirty, and her crimson hair looked as if it were never brushed for weeks perhaps months. Her emerald eyes came into contact with mine, and said to me in a somewhat timid voice.
“Oh, you’re awake”
I continued to stare at her, and said nothing.
“What’s your name?” said the woman, smiling lightly “My name is Solana Frosty.”
Unfortunately I didn’t have an answer to that question. I felt pretty stupid not knowing my own name, so I remained silent and continued to gaze at her.
“Um, you don’t talk much do you?” said Solana, timidly. “My daughter Aiyana found you in the forest out cold so we took you in our home and we kept you warm and placed you in her room. Um….. Are you feeling okay?”
I nodded lightly, and whispered.
“Yes”
“I’m glad to hear it!” said Solana, smiling brightly. “Come downstairs, I made some breakfast. When you finished eating we can call your parents. How old are you by the way?”
“T-Tw-Twelve” I answered a little unsure of myself.
“Oh that’s great!” Said Solana insecurely “Aiyana is just about you age- Well, perhaps. She’ll be turning twelve in a few days, so I’m sure you two would get along just fine. Now please come downstairs for some breakfast. I didn’t expect you to be awake at this time. After breakfast we’ll call your parents, they must be worried sick about you. So we’ll just let them know that you’re okay”
Solana turned around and left. Seconds later, I got up off the floor, where I was sitting, left the room and went down the stairs. After I reached the first floor, I heard a voice calling to me.
“Hey, come over here! Come in the kitchen”
I turned to where the voice is coming from. It was Solana and another girl who had long scarlet hair just like Solana’s in a kitchen. I walked inside the kitchen where the girl sat at a circular wooden table that was near a corner of the kitchen. The table had a large plate with a layer of pancakes on a plate and a bottle of maple syrup sitting there. I gagged at the odor of burnt food. The sink next to me was piled with dirty dishes. There were shards of broken glass on the white tile floors. I almost stepped on them, while I was still barefoot. Solana was near an oven holding a silver metal spatula, jumping and shrieking hysterically trying to put out the flames that bloomed from the stove just a second ago. I sat at the table where the girl sat. I gazed at her for a moment. The girl looked back at me and grinned.
“Oh hello,” She said quickly, “Don’t mind my Mom, she’s very clumsy when it comes to housekeeping. As you can see, she’s not always the best cook. Although she’s very clumsy and careless, she has her moments. She’s only like this when she’s stressed out. It’s very typical for adults. Other than that she’s a great cook. Oh, I’m so sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Aiyana.”
Aiyana reached out her right hand towards me.
I looked at her hand. I wondered what she made that gesture for. I continued to stare at it.
“What’s your name” She asked.
My eyes were drawn from her hand to her face. It’s that question again. I was gnawing my bottom lip, trying hard to remember, but it was impossible. I gave Aiyana a light shrug. Aiyana frowned.
“I tried asking her the same thing,” said Solana finally finished extinguishing the flames on the stove, “but she wouldn’t tell me. She must be shy, let’s give her some time to relax a bit. Aiyana pumpkin, go to the living room and find the phone. I think it’s time we call her parents. And turn on the computer on your way back here, and look up something on missing children”
Aiyana looked at her mother and nodded. She got up off her chair and left the kitchen. Now my attention is drawn to Solana, who smiled at me, placed some pancakes on the plate in front of me and said,
“Please eat some pancakes, they’re really tasty. I don’t want you to go hungry. I’ll give you a fork and a glass of orange juice.”
Solana handed me a silver metal fork. She also grasped the bottle of maple syrup and poured its sticky brown contents on the plate of pancakes. I looked down to examine them.
“Hmm,” said Solana. “It seems that you have never tasted pancakes before. Just cut a piece off and eat it.”
I looked up at Solana once more, remembering what Aiyana told me earlier, that she isn’t always the best cook. I assumed that these pancakes of hers would not taste very pleasant. I thought of Solana as a very kind person and the last thing I wanted to do is offend her. With my assumption set aside, I grabbed the fork. I cut off a piece of the pancake and placed it into my open mouth. I chewed slowly to. The food was soft and tasted sugary. While eating it I had this pleasant feeling, I assumed that the pancakes would taste horrible, but it was the opposite. I looked up at Solana again and smiled. Solana smiled back at me.
“I’m glad you like it” She said sweetly. “Would you like some orange juice? You’ll like this one, very natural.
Solana went to the refrigerator at the other side of the kitchen. She opened the door on the right. Reached in and pulled out a pitcher of some kind of yellowish substance, then she closed the door and placed the pitcher on the counter. She reached for the cupboard next to refrigerator for a clear glass cup. She took a cup from the cupboard and placed it on the counter as well. She poured the orange juice from the pitcher into the glass cup, and handed it to me. I looked into the cup of orange juice and saw something lumpy, there seems to be some foreign material inside.
“Oh don’t worry about the stuff in there,” said Solana sweetly “That’s just the pulp, dear. It’s natural orange juice. The pulp happens to be very healthy. Go on just drink it!”
I took a small sip of orange juice, despite the uncomfortable pulp rushing into my lips. It tasted pretty good.
Aiyana has just arrived in the kitchen holding a white cordless phone and handed it to me. I looked down at the phone, then who looked up at Solana, who nodded. I looked down at the phone again and pushed the green call button. There was a loud dial tone. I remained still trying to decide what button to press. The left side of my head ached. Random thoughts swirled into my head. I shut off the phone and placed it on the table. Aiyana and Solana exchanged looks, and then looked at me again.
“Erm…” said Solana nervously, “You don’t know your parents’ phone number?”
I shook my head lightly. Solana frowned.
“Um… okay” she said, “What about parent last name?”
I shrugged. Solana sighed.
“Wow,” said Aiyana, quickly, “you must not remember anything at all. Mom, I think she has amnesia”
I looked down at my feet and sighed. My entire face contracted and I clenched my fists firmly as if I was squeezing something. I took three slow deep breaths. Solana kneeled down next to me. I looked at her then she smiled sweetly.
“Oh, No worries,” She said kindheartedly, “you will get you memories back soon. You can stay with us if you’d like, if it’s okay with Aiyana, you can sleep in her room. Aiyana, take this girl to the office upstairs. You are going to the missing child registry. You are not to go on any other site. We are doing this to help her find her parents and pick up any information about her., not shop for “cute boys” on the internet. Do I make myself clear, young lady?”
Aiyana’s face turned red.
“I do NOT look at boys.” She shouted, in an astounded tone “Ugh, oh whatever.”
Aiyana turned around and quickly left the kitchen. Then suddenly she stopped and turned to look at me.
“Well?” she said, “Are you coming?”
I got up and followed Aiyana up the stairs and into a hallway. We stopped at a door that was right next to Aiyana’s room. She opened it, and hit the switch, which caused the light to turn on. I felt slightly uncomfortable when I saw the room. The office is even messier than the kitchen. There were open books, open folders, and loose papers, most of them on the floor. The desk was cluttered with papers. The black chair seemed to have fallen over, with its back to the floor. The file cabinet in the very back of the room had all of its drawers open and it also seem to have tipped over. The fan on the ceiling was twirling at a rapid pace. If it wasn’t swinging and rocking so violently, it would have spun a little bit faster.
Aiyana was the first person to enter the office. She walked to the desk and pushed away some papers resting on it. Under the papers was a small black square, which had the logo “In-Tech” printed on it. She opened it. She also found some cords on the floor, and connected them to the machine. I walked into the office and sat on the floor. Aiyana looked at me and laughed.
“Don’t mind this room either,” she said, “My mom is a journalist. A much respected one I might add. She’s a very messy person, as you can see. She’d clean the place up if she weren’t too busy with her deadlines, and her stories. She’d hire a maid to clean from time to time.”
It took several minutes to set up the machine. She placed the chair into its proper position. She turned it on the machine, and turned to me once more.
“Go on” she said sweetly, “Sit down.
I got up off the floor and sat on the chair. The machine Aiyana was setting up was actually a laptop computer. We finally reached the website, childregistry.gov. The arrow on the screen moved around slowly until it stopped on a link that said. Missing children.
If you have the patience, please read this novel exerpt here, it%26#039;s very long but I want your opinion!?
Ah, you expanded on it a little more. It%26#039;s still good:)
I like how you had Solana read Aiyana the riot act about what she was NOT supposed to do on the computer:) LOL As before, the content is very good and the descriptions are wonderful. I love the descriptions. Normally, I can follow a story without many descriptions, but in this case, they set the atmosphere. The main character appears to have amnesia and because of it, many things everyone else takes for granted are new to her. Describing them in detail drives that point home and reminds the reader of the girl%26#039;s condition.
You might want to describe the laptop a little more and don%26#039;t actually call it a laptop, unless perhaps Aiyana sees her looking at it and informs her it%26#039;s a laptop. Confirming it%26#039;s a laptop while doing the first person narration indicates that maybe the main character isn%26#039;t suffering from amnesia quite as badly, so it%26#039;s a bit of a contradiction.
I%26#039;d also like to commend you on writing in the first person. I used to use first person narration when writing stories, but didn%26#039;t have the patience for it. Third person is more my style, so I admire anyone who can write first person and pull it off successfully.
Keep up the good work!
Reply:i really love the way you explain every nick and corner of the room and all...its almost like i am watching the scene.
Very nice.. =)
if u r writing a novel,and if u publish it, i would love to buy your book! =)
Reply:yeah, i like it
Reply:i think that it is good and i would love to read more.
Reply:It sounds like a very interesting story about a little girl with amnesia trying to figure out how and why she got where she is. It sounds like a book I could get in to reading. Mystery is always fun.
Reply:Beutiful
dental
I got out of bed and there was a sound coming from the polished wooden floor. I looked down and saw a silver heart shaped pendant bonded with thin silver chains. I bent over and picked up the locket. It was the size of my thumb, and it shined like precious diamonds in the sunlight behind me. I turned the heart shaped locket and saw a small clasp. I opened the locket and saw a photo of a young woman on the left who seemed to be wearing a purple dress robe. Next to her on the right was a little girl, wearing similar clothing except she wore pink instead of purple. Both of them had long black hair and they were smiling at each other. I glanced at the little girl again, and although the child seemed so cute, she also seemed very familiar. There was a mirror next to the door in between the drawer and the bookshelves. I saw my own reflection in the mirror. I realized that I had black hair just like the two people in the photo, wearing a white T-Shirt and white shorts. I also saw in the mirror that I had no shoes on. Then I looked at the little girl in the picture again. That little girl’s face and hair are somewhat similar to mine. On the left side of the locket I saw a something printed on the silver metal. The upper left corners of the heart locket were two letters engraved “L.R” printed on small letters and in the middle of the heart, there was date carved into the locket that said:
20 December 1995
The date on the locket caught my attention. I wondered why the date was even printed there. What happened on that day? Why was it so significant? I also wondered who the young woman is in the photo, and if I was the little girl in the photo. There was a knock on the door, and I almost jumped when I heard it. I watched the door, and remained alert, until seconds later, the door opened. The one who knocked on the door was a young woman, wearing a white dress and I also noticed a white apron she was wearing that seemed to blend in. Her rectangular glasses were completely crooked, it looks as if it was about to fall off her face. Her face was completely dirty, and her crimson hair looked as if it were never brushed for weeks perhaps months. Her emerald eyes came into contact with mine, and said to me in a somewhat timid voice.
“Oh, you’re awake”
I continued to stare at her, and said nothing.
“What’s your name?” said the woman, smiling lightly “My name is Solana Frosty.”
Unfortunately I didn’t have an answer to that question. I felt pretty stupid not knowing my own name, so I remained silent and continued to gaze at her.
“Um, you don’t talk much do you?” said Solana, timidly. “My daughter Aiyana found you in the forest out cold so we took you in our home and we kept you warm and placed you in her room. Um….. Are you feeling okay?”
I nodded lightly, and whispered.
“Yes”
“I’m glad to hear it!” said Solana, smiling brightly. “Come downstairs, I made some breakfast. When you finished eating we can call your parents. How old are you by the way?”
“T-Tw-Twelve” I answered a little unsure of myself.
“Oh that’s great!” Said Solana insecurely “Aiyana is just about you age- Well, perhaps. She’ll be turning twelve in a few days, so I’m sure you two would get along just fine. Now please come downstairs for some breakfast. I didn’t expect you to be awake at this time. After breakfast we’ll call your parents, they must be worried sick about you. So we’ll just let them know that you’re okay”
Solana turned around and left. Seconds later, I got up off the floor, where I was sitting, left the room and went down the stairs. After I reached the first floor, I heard a voice calling to me.
“Hey, come over here! Come in the kitchen”
I turned to where the voice is coming from. It was Solana and another girl who had long scarlet hair just like Solana’s in a kitchen. I walked inside the kitchen where the girl sat at a circular wooden table that was near a corner of the kitchen. The table had a large plate with a layer of pancakes on a plate and a bottle of maple syrup sitting there. I gagged at the odor of burnt food. The sink next to me was piled with dirty dishes. There were shards of broken glass on the white tile floors. I almost stepped on them, while I was still barefoot. Solana was near an oven holding a silver metal spatula, jumping and shrieking hysterically trying to put out the flames that bloomed from the stove just a second ago. I sat at the table where the girl sat. I gazed at her for a moment. The girl looked back at me and grinned.
“Oh hello,” She said quickly, “Don’t mind my Mom, she’s very clumsy when it comes to housekeeping. As you can see, she’s not always the best cook. Although she’s very clumsy and careless, she has her moments. She’s only like this when she’s stressed out. It’s very typical for adults. Other than that she’s a great cook. Oh, I’m so sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Aiyana.”
Aiyana reached out her right hand towards me.
I looked at her hand. I wondered what she made that gesture for. I continued to stare at it.
“What’s your name” She asked.
My eyes were drawn from her hand to her face. It’s that question again. I was gnawing my bottom lip, trying hard to remember, but it was impossible. I gave Aiyana a light shrug. Aiyana frowned.
“I tried asking her the same thing,” said Solana finally finished extinguishing the flames on the stove, “but she wouldn’t tell me. She must be shy, let’s give her some time to relax a bit. Aiyana pumpkin, go to the living room and find the phone. I think it’s time we call her parents. And turn on the computer on your way back here, and look up something on missing children”
Aiyana looked at her mother and nodded. She got up off her chair and left the kitchen. Now my attention is drawn to Solana, who smiled at me, placed some pancakes on the plate in front of me and said,
“Please eat some pancakes, they’re really tasty. I don’t want you to go hungry. I’ll give you a fork and a glass of orange juice.”
Solana handed me a silver metal fork. She also grasped the bottle of maple syrup and poured its sticky brown contents on the plate of pancakes. I looked down to examine them.
“Hmm,” said Solana. “It seems that you have never tasted pancakes before. Just cut a piece off and eat it.”
I looked up at Solana once more, remembering what Aiyana told me earlier, that she isn’t always the best cook. I assumed that these pancakes of hers would not taste very pleasant. I thought of Solana as a very kind person and the last thing I wanted to do is offend her. With my assumption set aside, I grabbed the fork. I cut off a piece of the pancake and placed it into my open mouth. I chewed slowly to. The food was soft and tasted sugary. While eating it I had this pleasant feeling, I assumed that the pancakes would taste horrible, but it was the opposite. I looked up at Solana again and smiled. Solana smiled back at me.
“I’m glad you like it” She said sweetly. “Would you like some orange juice? You’ll like this one, very natural.
Solana went to the refrigerator at the other side of the kitchen. She opened the door on the right. Reached in and pulled out a pitcher of some kind of yellowish substance, then she closed the door and placed the pitcher on the counter. She reached for the cupboard next to refrigerator for a clear glass cup. She took a cup from the cupboard and placed it on the counter as well. She poured the orange juice from the pitcher into the glass cup, and handed it to me. I looked into the cup of orange juice and saw something lumpy, there seems to be some foreign material inside.
“Oh don’t worry about the stuff in there,” said Solana sweetly “That’s just the pulp, dear. It’s natural orange juice. The pulp happens to be very healthy. Go on just drink it!”
I took a small sip of orange juice, despite the uncomfortable pulp rushing into my lips. It tasted pretty good.
Aiyana has just arrived in the kitchen holding a white cordless phone and handed it to me. I looked down at the phone, then who looked up at Solana, who nodded. I looked down at the phone again and pushed the green call button. There was a loud dial tone. I remained still trying to decide what button to press. The left side of my head ached. Random thoughts swirled into my head. I shut off the phone and placed it on the table. Aiyana and Solana exchanged looks, and then looked at me again.
“Erm…” said Solana nervously, “You don’t know your parents’ phone number?”
I shook my head lightly. Solana frowned.
“Um… okay” she said, “What about parent last name?”
I shrugged. Solana sighed.
“Wow,” said Aiyana, quickly, “you must not remember anything at all. Mom, I think she has amnesia”
I looked down at my feet and sighed. My entire face contracted and I clenched my fists firmly as if I was squeezing something. I took three slow deep breaths. Solana kneeled down next to me. I looked at her then she smiled sweetly.
“Oh, No worries,” She said kindheartedly, “you will get you memories back soon. You can stay with us if you’d like, if it’s okay with Aiyana, you can sleep in her room. Aiyana, take this girl to the office upstairs. You are going to the missing child registry. You are not to go on any other site. We are doing this to help her find her parents and pick up any information about her., not shop for “cute boys” on the internet. Do I make myself clear, young lady?”
Aiyana’s face turned red.
“I do NOT look at boys.” She shouted, in an astounded tone “Ugh, oh whatever.”
Aiyana turned around and quickly left the kitchen. Then suddenly she stopped and turned to look at me.
“Well?” she said, “Are you coming?”
I got up and followed Aiyana up the stairs and into a hallway. We stopped at a door that was right next to Aiyana’s room. She opened it, and hit the switch, which caused the light to turn on. I felt slightly uncomfortable when I saw the room. The office is even messier than the kitchen. There were open books, open folders, and loose papers, most of them on the floor. The desk was cluttered with papers. The black chair seemed to have fallen over, with its back to the floor. The file cabinet in the very back of the room had all of its drawers open and it also seem to have tipped over. The fan on the ceiling was twirling at a rapid pace. If it wasn’t swinging and rocking so violently, it would have spun a little bit faster.
Aiyana was the first person to enter the office. She walked to the desk and pushed away some papers resting on it. Under the papers was a small black square, which had the logo “In-Tech” printed on it. She opened it. She also found some cords on the floor, and connected them to the machine. I walked into the office and sat on the floor. Aiyana looked at me and laughed.
“Don’t mind this room either,” she said, “My mom is a journalist. A much respected one I might add. She’s a very messy person, as you can see. She’d clean the place up if she weren’t too busy with her deadlines, and her stories. She’d hire a maid to clean from time to time.”
It took several minutes to set up the machine. She placed the chair into its proper position. She turned it on the machine, and turned to me once more.
“Go on” she said sweetly, “Sit down.
I got up off the floor and sat on the chair. The machine Aiyana was setting up was actually a laptop computer. We finally reached the website, childregistry.gov. The arrow on the screen moved around slowly until it stopped on a link that said. Missing children.
If you have the patience, please read this novel exerpt here, it%26#039;s very long but I want your opinion!?
Ah, you expanded on it a little more. It%26#039;s still good:)
I like how you had Solana read Aiyana the riot act about what she was NOT supposed to do on the computer:) LOL As before, the content is very good and the descriptions are wonderful. I love the descriptions. Normally, I can follow a story without many descriptions, but in this case, they set the atmosphere. The main character appears to have amnesia and because of it, many things everyone else takes for granted are new to her. Describing them in detail drives that point home and reminds the reader of the girl%26#039;s condition.
You might want to describe the laptop a little more and don%26#039;t actually call it a laptop, unless perhaps Aiyana sees her looking at it and informs her it%26#039;s a laptop. Confirming it%26#039;s a laptop while doing the first person narration indicates that maybe the main character isn%26#039;t suffering from amnesia quite as badly, so it%26#039;s a bit of a contradiction.
I%26#039;d also like to commend you on writing in the first person. I used to use first person narration when writing stories, but didn%26#039;t have the patience for it. Third person is more my style, so I admire anyone who can write first person and pull it off successfully.
Keep up the good work!
Reply:i really love the way you explain every nick and corner of the room and all...its almost like i am watching the scene.
Very nice.. =)
if u r writing a novel,and if u publish it, i would love to buy your book! =)
Reply:yeah, i like it
Reply:i think that it is good and i would love to read more.
Reply:It sounds like a very interesting story about a little girl with amnesia trying to figure out how and why she got where she is. It sounds like a book I could get in to reading. Mystery is always fun.
Reply:Beutiful
dental
If you have the patience, please read this story that I wrote! I know it's long. But tell me what you think?
%26quot;My eyes opened and I realized I was resting on a soft bed. I was covered with a soft baby blue blanket. The birds chirped rhythmically, and the sunlight reflected from the window adjacent from the bed was hurting my eyes. I squinted as I looked upon it, but it really didn%26#039;t help relieve the pain at all. The pain felt as if I was looking directly at a flashlight. I could easily tell the time of day was morning. I sat up looked around the bedroom, the walls were painted pink, the drawers and bookshelves standing opposite of the window were just as blue as the blanket that I had just pulled off. The room was unfamiliar to me. I wondered how I got here. I could not recall anything that occurred before this present point, nothing at all.
I got out of bed and there was a sound coming from the polished wooden floor. I looked down and saw a silver heart shaped pendant bonded with thin silver chains. I bent over and picked up the locket. It was the size of my thumb, and it shined like precious diamonds in the sunlight behind me. I turned the heart shaped locket and saw a small clasp. I opened the locket and saw a photo of a young woman on the left who seemed to be wearing a purple dress robe. Next to her on the right was a little girl, wearing similar clothing except she wore pink instead of purple. Both of them had long black hair and they were smiling at each other. I glanced at the little girl again, and although the child seemed so cute, she also seemed very familiar. There was a mirror next to the door in between the drawer and the bookshelves. I saw my own reflection in the mirror. I realized that I had black hair just like the two people in the photo, wearing a white T-Shirt and white shorts. I also saw in the mirror that I had no shoes on. Then I looked at the little girl in the picture again. That little girl’s face and hair are somewhat similar to mine. On the left side of the locket I saw a something printed on the silver metal. The upper left corners of the heart locket were two letters engraved “L.R” printed on small letters and in the middle of the heart, there was date carved into the locket that said:
20 December 1995
The date on the locket caught my attention. I wondered why the date was even printed there. What happened on that day? Why was it so significant? I also wondered who the young woman is in the photo, and if I was the little girl in the photo. There was a knock on the door, and I almost jumped when I heard it. I watched the door, and remained alert, until seconds later, the door opened. The one who knocked on the door was a young woman, wearing a white dress and I also noticed a white apron she was wearing that seemed to blend in. Her rectangular glasses were completely crooked, it looks as if it was about to fall off her face. Her face was completely dirty, and her crimson hair looked as if it were never brushed for weeks perhaps months. Her emerald eyes came into contact with mine, and said to me in a somewhat timid voice.
“Oh, you’re awake”
I continued to stare at her, and said nothing.
“What’s your name?” said the woman, smiling lightly “My name is Solana Frosty.”
Unfortunately I didn’t have an answer to that question. I felt pretty stupid not knowing my own name, so I remained silent and continued to gaze at her.
“Um, you don’t talk much do you?” said Solana, timidly. “My daughter Aiyana found you in the forest out cold so we took you in our home and we kept you warm and placed you in her room. Um….. Are you feeling okay?”
I nodded lightly, and whispered.
“Yes”
“I’m glad to hear it!” said Solana, smiling brightly. “Come downstairs, I made some breakfast. When you finished eating we can call your parents. How old are you by the way?”
“T-Tw-Twelve” I answered a little unsure of myself.
“Oh that’s great!” Said Solana insecurely “Aiyana is just about you age- Well, perhaps. She’ll be turning twelve in a few days, so I’m sure you two would get along just fine. Now please come downstairs for some breakfast. I didn’t expect you to be awake at this time. After breakfast we’ll call your parents, they must be worried sick about you. So we’ll just let them know that you’re okay”
Solana turned around and left. Seconds later, I got up off the floor, where I was sitting, left the room and went down the stairs. After I reached the first floor, I heard a voice calling to me.
“Hey, come over here! Come in the kitchen”
I turned to where the voice is coming from. It was Solana and another girl who had long scarlet hair just like Solana’s in a kitchen. I walked inside the kitchen where the girl sat at a circular wooden table that was near a corner of the kitchen. The table had a large plate with a layer of pancakes on a plate and a bottle of maple syrup sitting there. I gagged at the odor of burnt food. The sink next to me was piled with dirty dishes. There were shards of broken glass on the white tile floors. I almost stepped on them, while I was still barefoot. Solana was near an oven holding a silver metal spatula, jumping and shrieking hysterically trying to put out the flames that bloomed from the stove just a second ago. I sat at the table where the girl sat. I gazed at her for a moment. The girl looked back at me and grinned.
“Oh hello,” She said quickly, “Don’t mind my Mom, she’s very clumsy when it comes to housekeeping. As you can see, she’s not always the best cook. Although she’s very clumsy and careless, she has her moments. She’s only like this when she’s stressed out. It’s very typical for adults. Other than that she’s a great cook. Oh, I’m so sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Aiyana.”
Aiyana reached out her right hand towards me.
I looked at her hand. I wondered what she made that gesture for. I continued to stare at it.
“What’s your name” She asked.
My eyes were drawn from her hand to her face. It’s that question again. I was gnawing my bottom lip, trying hard to remember, but it was impossible. I gave Aiyana a light shrug. Aiyana frowned.
“I tried asking her the same thing,” said Solana finally finished extinguishing the flames on the stove, “but she wouldn’t tell me. She must be shy, let’s give her some time to relax a bit. Aiyana pumpkin, go to the living room and find the phone. I think it’s time we call her parents. And turn on the computer on your way back here, and look up something on missing children”
Aiyana looked at her mother and nodded. She got up off her chair and left the kitchen. Now my attention is drawn to Solana, who smiled at me, placed some pancakes on the plate in front of me and said,
“Please eat some pancakes, they’re really tasty. I don’t want you to go hungry. I’ll give you a fork and a glass of orange juice.”
Solana handed me a silver metal fork. She also grasped the bottle of maple syrup and poured its sticky brown contents on the plate of pancakes. I looked down to examine them.
“Hmm,” said Solana. “It seems that you have never tasted pancakes before. Just cut a piece off and eat it.”
I looked up at Solana once more, remembering what Aiyana told me earlier, that she isn’t always the best cook. I assumed that these pancakes of hers would not taste very pleasant. I thought of Solana as a very kind person and the last thing I wanted to do is offend her. With my assumption set aside, I grabbed the fork. I cut off a piece of the pancake and placed it into my open mouth. I chewed slowly to. The food was soft and tasted sugary. While eating it I had this pleasant feeling, I assumed that the pancakes would taste horrible, but it was the opposite. I looked up at Solana again and smiled. Solana smiled back at me.
“I’m glad you like it” She said sweetly. “Would you like some orange juice? You’ll like this one, very natural.
Solana went to the refrigerator at the other side of the kitchen. She opened the door on the right. Reached in and pulled out a pitcher of some kind of yellowish substance, then she closed the door and placed the pitcher on the counter. She reached for the cupboard next to refrigerator for a clear glass cup. She took a cup from the cupboard and placed it on the counter as well. She poured the orange juice from the pitcher into the glass cup, and handed it to me. I looked into the cup of orange juice and saw something lumpy, there seems to be some foreign material inside.
“Oh don’t worry about the stuff in there,” said Solana sweetly “That’s just the pulp, dear. It’s natural orange juice. The pulp happens to be very healthy. Go on just drink it!”
I took a small sip of orange juice, despite the uncomfortable pulp rushing into my lips. It tasted pretty good.
Aiyana has just arrived in the kitchen holding a white cordless phone and handed it to me. I looked down at the phone, then who looked up at Solana, who nodded. I looked down at the phone again and pushed the green call button. There was a loud dial tone. I remained still trying to decide what button to press. The left side of my head ached. Random thoughts swirled into my head. I shut off the phone and placed it on the table. Aiyana and Solana exchanged looks, and then looked at me again.
“Erm…” said Solana nervously, “You don’t know your parents’ phone number?”
I shook my head lightly. Solana frowned.
“Um… okay” she said, “What about parent last name?”
I shrugged. Solana sighed.
“Wow,” said Aiyana, quickly, “you must not remember anything at all. Mom, I think she has amnesia”
I looked down at my feet and sighed. My entire face contracted and I clenched my fists firmly as if I was squeezing something. I took three slow deep breaths. Solana kneeled down next to me. I looked at her then she smiled sweetly.
“Oh, No worries,” She said kindheartedly, “you will get you memories back soon. You can stay with us if you’d like, if it’s okay with Aiyana, you can sleep in her room. Aiyana, take this girl to the office upstairs. You are going to the missing child registry. You are not to go on any other site. We are doing this to help her find her parents and pick up any information about her., not shop for “cute boys” on the internet. Do I make myself clear, young lady?”
Aiyana’s face turned red.
“I do NOT look at boys.” She shouted, in an astounded tone “Ugh, oh whatever.”
Aiyana turned around and quickly left the kitchen. Then suddenly she stopped and turned to look at me.
“Well?” she said, “Are you coming?”
I got up and followed Aiyana up the stairs and into a hallway. We stopped at a door that was right next to Aiyana’s room. She opened it, and hit the switch, which caused the light to turn on. I felt slightly uncomfortable when I saw the room. The office is even messier than the kitchen. There were open books, open folders, and loose papers, most of them on the floor. The desk was cluttered with papers. The black chair seemed to have fallen over, with its back to the floor. The file cabinet in the very back of the room had all of its drawers open and it also seem to have tipped over. The fan on the ceiling was twirling at a rapid pace. If it wasn’t swinging and rocking so violently, it would have spun a little bit faster.
Aiyana was the first person to enter the office. She walked to the desk and pushed away some papers resting on it. Under the papers was a small black square, which had the logo “In-Tech” printed on it. She opened it. She also found some cords on the floor, and connected them to the machine. I walked into the office and sat on the floor. Aiyana looked at me and laughed.
“Don’t mind this room either,” she said, “My mom is a journalist. A much respected one I might add. She’s a very messy person, as you can see. She’d clean the place up if she weren’t too busy with her deadlines, and her stories. She’d hire a maid to clean from time to time.”
It took several minutes to set up the machine. She placed the chair into its proper position. She turned it on the machine, and turned to me once more.
“Go on” she said sweetly, “Sit down.
I got up off the floor and sat on the chair. The machine Aiyana was setting up was actually a laptop computer. We finally reached the website, childregistry.gov. The arrow on the screen moved around slowly until it stopped on a link that said. Missing children.
If you have the patience, please read this story that I wrote! I know it%26#039;s long. But tell me what you think?
i am not reading all that!
Reply:WOW! Captivating! I want to read more! Please post the rest if you have it done yet!
Reply:I think you have a great cliff hanger for a story...I was disappointed that it didn%26#039;t have an ending...I wanted to know if the mystery of the initials L.R. would be solved....I think you should check with a publisher before someone steals your idea. I know some people from Xlibris...you should check their website....www.xlibris.com.
Reply:well, the story is pretty gud, bt wouldnt the people who found her or however you wanna say it be more urgent about finding out who she is, maybe even call someone to help?
Reply:damn i%26#039;m kind of mad i really liked the story i sat here and read all that to not have an ending so what happens does she find her way home was it all a dream what the heck happens it was really good though there were a couple of parts that u need to go into a little more detail but u did a really good job r u a story telletr in college or something that%26#039;s really good so if ur not u need to take it up u go girl good luck with what ever u were trying to gewt otu of this story/?
Reply:Is this a children story? Im sorry I think its dumb...Im only 12. It sounds so boring.
Reply:i read it all but it was all funny. dint make sense
i think the story went round the bush for nothing
is it named %26quot; much ado about nothing %26quot; ( lol )
Reply:I like the outline of it but you need to use more unusual adjectives/adverbs to make the story more interesting. You used %26quot;completely%26quot; to describe two things in two sentences in a row.
Reply:uhhh......I aint read this....it%26#039;s tooo long to read...
Reply:Great long story. Star!!
Reply:um i don%26#039;t get this? what is the point? is it that u were in a house with a bunch of missing children and u realized that u were never going to leave there? i mean i dunno.
Credit Report
I got out of bed and there was a sound coming from the polished wooden floor. I looked down and saw a silver heart shaped pendant bonded with thin silver chains. I bent over and picked up the locket. It was the size of my thumb, and it shined like precious diamonds in the sunlight behind me. I turned the heart shaped locket and saw a small clasp. I opened the locket and saw a photo of a young woman on the left who seemed to be wearing a purple dress robe. Next to her on the right was a little girl, wearing similar clothing except she wore pink instead of purple. Both of them had long black hair and they were smiling at each other. I glanced at the little girl again, and although the child seemed so cute, she also seemed very familiar. There was a mirror next to the door in between the drawer and the bookshelves. I saw my own reflection in the mirror. I realized that I had black hair just like the two people in the photo, wearing a white T-Shirt and white shorts. I also saw in the mirror that I had no shoes on. Then I looked at the little girl in the picture again. That little girl’s face and hair are somewhat similar to mine. On the left side of the locket I saw a something printed on the silver metal. The upper left corners of the heart locket were two letters engraved “L.R” printed on small letters and in the middle of the heart, there was date carved into the locket that said:
20 December 1995
The date on the locket caught my attention. I wondered why the date was even printed there. What happened on that day? Why was it so significant? I also wondered who the young woman is in the photo, and if I was the little girl in the photo. There was a knock on the door, and I almost jumped when I heard it. I watched the door, and remained alert, until seconds later, the door opened. The one who knocked on the door was a young woman, wearing a white dress and I also noticed a white apron she was wearing that seemed to blend in. Her rectangular glasses were completely crooked, it looks as if it was about to fall off her face. Her face was completely dirty, and her crimson hair looked as if it were never brushed for weeks perhaps months. Her emerald eyes came into contact with mine, and said to me in a somewhat timid voice.
“Oh, you’re awake”
I continued to stare at her, and said nothing.
“What’s your name?” said the woman, smiling lightly “My name is Solana Frosty.”
Unfortunately I didn’t have an answer to that question. I felt pretty stupid not knowing my own name, so I remained silent and continued to gaze at her.
“Um, you don’t talk much do you?” said Solana, timidly. “My daughter Aiyana found you in the forest out cold so we took you in our home and we kept you warm and placed you in her room. Um….. Are you feeling okay?”
I nodded lightly, and whispered.
“Yes”
“I’m glad to hear it!” said Solana, smiling brightly. “Come downstairs, I made some breakfast. When you finished eating we can call your parents. How old are you by the way?”
“T-Tw-Twelve” I answered a little unsure of myself.
“Oh that’s great!” Said Solana insecurely “Aiyana is just about you age- Well, perhaps. She’ll be turning twelve in a few days, so I’m sure you two would get along just fine. Now please come downstairs for some breakfast. I didn’t expect you to be awake at this time. After breakfast we’ll call your parents, they must be worried sick about you. So we’ll just let them know that you’re okay”
Solana turned around and left. Seconds later, I got up off the floor, where I was sitting, left the room and went down the stairs. After I reached the first floor, I heard a voice calling to me.
“Hey, come over here! Come in the kitchen”
I turned to where the voice is coming from. It was Solana and another girl who had long scarlet hair just like Solana’s in a kitchen. I walked inside the kitchen where the girl sat at a circular wooden table that was near a corner of the kitchen. The table had a large plate with a layer of pancakes on a plate and a bottle of maple syrup sitting there. I gagged at the odor of burnt food. The sink next to me was piled with dirty dishes. There were shards of broken glass on the white tile floors. I almost stepped on them, while I was still barefoot. Solana was near an oven holding a silver metal spatula, jumping and shrieking hysterically trying to put out the flames that bloomed from the stove just a second ago. I sat at the table where the girl sat. I gazed at her for a moment. The girl looked back at me and grinned.
“Oh hello,” She said quickly, “Don’t mind my Mom, she’s very clumsy when it comes to housekeeping. As you can see, she’s not always the best cook. Although she’s very clumsy and careless, she has her moments. She’s only like this when she’s stressed out. It’s very typical for adults. Other than that she’s a great cook. Oh, I’m so sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Aiyana.”
Aiyana reached out her right hand towards me.
I looked at her hand. I wondered what she made that gesture for. I continued to stare at it.
“What’s your name” She asked.
My eyes were drawn from her hand to her face. It’s that question again. I was gnawing my bottom lip, trying hard to remember, but it was impossible. I gave Aiyana a light shrug. Aiyana frowned.
“I tried asking her the same thing,” said Solana finally finished extinguishing the flames on the stove, “but she wouldn’t tell me. She must be shy, let’s give her some time to relax a bit. Aiyana pumpkin, go to the living room and find the phone. I think it’s time we call her parents. And turn on the computer on your way back here, and look up something on missing children”
Aiyana looked at her mother and nodded. She got up off her chair and left the kitchen. Now my attention is drawn to Solana, who smiled at me, placed some pancakes on the plate in front of me and said,
“Please eat some pancakes, they’re really tasty. I don’t want you to go hungry. I’ll give you a fork and a glass of orange juice.”
Solana handed me a silver metal fork. She also grasped the bottle of maple syrup and poured its sticky brown contents on the plate of pancakes. I looked down to examine them.
“Hmm,” said Solana. “It seems that you have never tasted pancakes before. Just cut a piece off and eat it.”
I looked up at Solana once more, remembering what Aiyana told me earlier, that she isn’t always the best cook. I assumed that these pancakes of hers would not taste very pleasant. I thought of Solana as a very kind person and the last thing I wanted to do is offend her. With my assumption set aside, I grabbed the fork. I cut off a piece of the pancake and placed it into my open mouth. I chewed slowly to. The food was soft and tasted sugary. While eating it I had this pleasant feeling, I assumed that the pancakes would taste horrible, but it was the opposite. I looked up at Solana again and smiled. Solana smiled back at me.
“I’m glad you like it” She said sweetly. “Would you like some orange juice? You’ll like this one, very natural.
Solana went to the refrigerator at the other side of the kitchen. She opened the door on the right. Reached in and pulled out a pitcher of some kind of yellowish substance, then she closed the door and placed the pitcher on the counter. She reached for the cupboard next to refrigerator for a clear glass cup. She took a cup from the cupboard and placed it on the counter as well. She poured the orange juice from the pitcher into the glass cup, and handed it to me. I looked into the cup of orange juice and saw something lumpy, there seems to be some foreign material inside.
“Oh don’t worry about the stuff in there,” said Solana sweetly “That’s just the pulp, dear. It’s natural orange juice. The pulp happens to be very healthy. Go on just drink it!”
I took a small sip of orange juice, despite the uncomfortable pulp rushing into my lips. It tasted pretty good.
Aiyana has just arrived in the kitchen holding a white cordless phone and handed it to me. I looked down at the phone, then who looked up at Solana, who nodded. I looked down at the phone again and pushed the green call button. There was a loud dial tone. I remained still trying to decide what button to press. The left side of my head ached. Random thoughts swirled into my head. I shut off the phone and placed it on the table. Aiyana and Solana exchanged looks, and then looked at me again.
“Erm…” said Solana nervously, “You don’t know your parents’ phone number?”
I shook my head lightly. Solana frowned.
“Um… okay” she said, “What about parent last name?”
I shrugged. Solana sighed.
“Wow,” said Aiyana, quickly, “you must not remember anything at all. Mom, I think she has amnesia”
I looked down at my feet and sighed. My entire face contracted and I clenched my fists firmly as if I was squeezing something. I took three slow deep breaths. Solana kneeled down next to me. I looked at her then she smiled sweetly.
“Oh, No worries,” She said kindheartedly, “you will get you memories back soon. You can stay with us if you’d like, if it’s okay with Aiyana, you can sleep in her room. Aiyana, take this girl to the office upstairs. You are going to the missing child registry. You are not to go on any other site. We are doing this to help her find her parents and pick up any information about her., not shop for “cute boys” on the internet. Do I make myself clear, young lady?”
Aiyana’s face turned red.
“I do NOT look at boys.” She shouted, in an astounded tone “Ugh, oh whatever.”
Aiyana turned around and quickly left the kitchen. Then suddenly she stopped and turned to look at me.
“Well?” she said, “Are you coming?”
I got up and followed Aiyana up the stairs and into a hallway. We stopped at a door that was right next to Aiyana’s room. She opened it, and hit the switch, which caused the light to turn on. I felt slightly uncomfortable when I saw the room. The office is even messier than the kitchen. There were open books, open folders, and loose papers, most of them on the floor. The desk was cluttered with papers. The black chair seemed to have fallen over, with its back to the floor. The file cabinet in the very back of the room had all of its drawers open and it also seem to have tipped over. The fan on the ceiling was twirling at a rapid pace. If it wasn’t swinging and rocking so violently, it would have spun a little bit faster.
Aiyana was the first person to enter the office. She walked to the desk and pushed away some papers resting on it. Under the papers was a small black square, which had the logo “In-Tech” printed on it. She opened it. She also found some cords on the floor, and connected them to the machine. I walked into the office and sat on the floor. Aiyana looked at me and laughed.
“Don’t mind this room either,” she said, “My mom is a journalist. A much respected one I might add. She’s a very messy person, as you can see. She’d clean the place up if she weren’t too busy with her deadlines, and her stories. She’d hire a maid to clean from time to time.”
It took several minutes to set up the machine. She placed the chair into its proper position. She turned it on the machine, and turned to me once more.
“Go on” she said sweetly, “Sit down.
I got up off the floor and sat on the chair. The machine Aiyana was setting up was actually a laptop computer. We finally reached the website, childregistry.gov. The arrow on the screen moved around slowly until it stopped on a link that said. Missing children.
If you have the patience, please read this story that I wrote! I know it%26#039;s long. But tell me what you think?
i am not reading all that!
Reply:WOW! Captivating! I want to read more! Please post the rest if you have it done yet!
Reply:I think you have a great cliff hanger for a story...I was disappointed that it didn%26#039;t have an ending...I wanted to know if the mystery of the initials L.R. would be solved....I think you should check with a publisher before someone steals your idea. I know some people from Xlibris...you should check their website....www.xlibris.com.
Reply:well, the story is pretty gud, bt wouldnt the people who found her or however you wanna say it be more urgent about finding out who she is, maybe even call someone to help?
Reply:damn i%26#039;m kind of mad i really liked the story i sat here and read all that to not have an ending so what happens does she find her way home was it all a dream what the heck happens it was really good though there were a couple of parts that u need to go into a little more detail but u did a really good job r u a story telletr in college or something that%26#039;s really good so if ur not u need to take it up u go girl good luck with what ever u were trying to gewt otu of this story/?
Reply:Is this a children story? Im sorry I think its dumb...Im only 12. It sounds so boring.
Reply:i read it all but it was all funny. dint make sense
i think the story went round the bush for nothing
is it named %26quot; much ado about nothing %26quot; ( lol )
Reply:I like the outline of it but you need to use more unusual adjectives/adverbs to make the story more interesting. You used %26quot;completely%26quot; to describe two things in two sentences in a row.
Reply:uhhh......I aint read this....it%26#039;s tooo long to read...
Reply:Great long story. Star!!
Reply:um i don%26#039;t get this? what is the point? is it that u were in a house with a bunch of missing children and u realized that u were never going to leave there? i mean i dunno.
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Please Rate my story and tell me how I can improve!!!!?
%26quot;My eyes opened and I realized I was resting on a soft bed. I was covered with a soft baby blue blanket. The birds chirped rhythmically, and the sunlight reflected from the window adjacent from the bed was hurting my eyes. I squinted as I looked upon it, but it really didn%26#039;t help relieve the pain at all. The pain felt as if I was looking directly at a flashlight. I could easily tell the time of day was morning. I sat up looked around the bedroom, the walls were painted pink, the drawers and bookshelves standing opposite of the window were just as blue as the blanket that I had just pulled off. The room was unfamiliar to me. I wondered how I got here. I could not recall anything that occurred before this present point, nothing at all.
I got out of bed and there was a sound coming from the polished wooden floor. I looked down and saw a silver heart shaped pendant bonded with thin silver chains. I bent over and picked up the locket. It was the size of my thumb, and it shined like precious diamonds in the sunlight behind me. I turned the heart shaped locket and saw a small clasp. I opened the locket and saw a photo of a young woman on the left who seemed to be wearing a purple dress robe. Next to her on the right was a little girl, wearing similar clothing except she wore pink instead of purple. Both of them had long black hair and they were smiling at each other. I glanced at the little girl again, and although the child seemed so cute, she also seemed very familiar. There was a mirror next to the door in between the drawer and the bookshelves. I saw my own reflection in the mirror. I realized that I had black hair just like the two people in the photo, wearing a white T-Shirt and white shorts. I also saw in the mirror that I had no shoes on. Then I looked at the little girl in the picture again. That little girl’s face and hair are somewhat similar to mine. On the left side of the locket I saw a something printed on the silver metal. The upper left corners of the heart locket were two letters engraved “L.R” printed on small letters and in the middle of the heart, there was date carved into the locket that said:
20 December 1995
The date on the locket caught my attention. I wondered why the date was even printed there. What happened on that day? Why was it so significant? I also wondered who the young woman is in the photo, and if I was the little girl in the photo. There was a knock on the door, and I almost jumped when I heard it. I watched the door, and remained alert, until seconds later, the door opened. The one who knocked on the door was a young woman, wearing a white dress and I also noticed a white apron she was wearing that seemed to blend in. Her rectangular glasses were completely crooked, it looks as if it was about to fall off her face. Her face was completely dirty, and her crimson hair looked as if it were never brushed for weeks perhaps months. Her emerald eyes came into contact with mine, and said to me in a somewhat timid voice.
“Hello, you’re awake”
I continued to stare at her, and said nothing.
“What’s your name?” said the woman, smiling lightly “My name is Solana Frosty.”
Unfortunately I didn’t have an answer to that question. I felt pretty stupid not knowing my own name, so I remained silent and continued to gaze at her.
“Um, you don’t talk much do you?” said Solana, timidly. “My daughter Aiyana found you in the forest out cold so we took you in our home and we kept you warm and placed you in her room. Um….. Are you feeling okay?”
I nodded lightly, and whispered.
“Yes”
“I’m glad to hear it!” said Solana, smiling brightly. “Come downstairs, I made some breakfast. When you finished eating we can call your parents. How old are you by the way?”
“T-Tw-Twelve” I answered a little unsure of myself.
“Oh that’s great!” Said Solana insecurely “Aiyana is just about you age- Well, perhaps. She’ll be turning twelve in a few days, so I’m sure you two would get along just fine. Now please come downstairs for some breakfast. I didn’t expect you to be awake at this time. After breakfast we’ll call your parents, they must be worried sick about you. So we’ll just let them know that you’re okay”
Solana turned around and left. Seconds later, I got up off the floor, where I was sitting, left the room and went down the stairs. After I reached the first floor, I heard a voice calling to me.
“Hey, come over here! Come in the kitchen”
I turned to where the voice is coming from. It was Solana and another girl who had long scarlet hair just like Solana’s in a kitchen. I walked inside the kitchen where the girl sat at a circular wooden table that was near a corner of the kitchen. The table had a large plate with a layer of pancakes on a plate and a bottle of maple syrup sitting there. I gagged at the odor of burnt food. The sink next to me was piled with dirty dishes. There were shards of broken glass on the white tile floors. I almost stepped on them, while I was still barefoot. Solana was near an oven holding a silver metal spatula, jumping and shrieking hysterically trying to put out the flames that bloomed from the stove just a second ago. I sat at the table where the girl sat. I gazed at her for a moment. The girl looked back at me and grinned.
“Oh hello,” She said quickly, “Don’t mind my Mom, she’s very clumsy when it comes to housekeeping. As you can see, she’s not always the best cook. Although she’s very clumsy and careless, she has her moments. She’s only like this when she’s stressed out. It’s very typical for adults. Other than that she’s a great cook. Oh, I’m so sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Aiyana.”
Aiyana reached out her right hand towards me.
I looked at her hand. I wondered what she made that gesture for. I continued to stare at it.
“What’s your name” She asked.
My eyes were drawn from her hand to her face. It’s that question again. I was gnawing my bottom lip, trying hard to remember, but it was impossible. I gave Aiyana a light shrug. Aiyana frowned.
“I tried asking her the same thing,” said Solana finally finished extinguishing the flames on the stove, “but she wouldn’t tell me. She must be shy, let’s give her some time to relax a bit. Aiyana pumpkin, go to the living room and find the phone. I think it’s time we call her parents. And turn on the computer on your way back here, and look up something on missing children”
Aiyana looked at her mother and nodded. She got up off her chair and left the kitchen. Now my attention is drawn to Solana, who smiled at me, placed some pancakes on the plate in front of me and said,
“Please eat some pancakes, they’re really tasty. I don’t want you to go hungry. I’ll give you a fork and a glass of orange juice.”
Solana handed me a silver metal fork. She also grasped the bottle of maple syrup and poured its sticky brown contents on the plate of pancakes. I looked down to examine them.
“Hmm,” said Solana. “It seems that you have never tasted pancakes before. Just cut a piece off and eat it.”
I looked up at Solana once more, remembering what Aiyana told me earlier, that she isn’t always the best cook. I assumed that these pancakes of hers would not taste very pleasant. I thought of Solana as a very kind person and the last thing I wanted to do is offend her. With my assumption set aside, I grabbed the fork. I cut off a piece of the pancake and placed it into my open mouth. I chewed slowly to. The food was soft and tasted sugary. While eating it I had this pleasant feeling, I assumed that the pancakes would taste horrible, but it was the opposite. I looked up at Solana again and smiled. Solana smiled back at me.
“I’m glad you like it” She said sweetly. “Would you like some orange juice? You’ll like this one, very natural.
Solana went to the refrigerator at the other side of the kitchen. She opened the door on the right. Reached in and pulled out a pitcher of some kind of yellowish substance, then she closed the door and placed the pitcher on the counter. She reached for the cupboard next to refrigerator for a clear glass cup. She took a cup from the cupboard and placed it on the counter as well. She poured the orange juice from the pitcher into the glass cup, and handed it to me. I looked into the cup of orange juice and saw something lumpy, there seems to be some foreign material inside.
“Oh don’t worry about the stuff in there,” said Solana sweetly “That’s just the pulp, dear. It’s natural orange juice. The pulp happens to be very healthy. Go on just drink it!”
I took a small sip of orange juice, despite the uncomfortable pulp rushing into my lips. It tasted pretty good.
Aiyana has just arrived in the kitchen holding a white cordless phone and handed it to me. I looked down at the phone, then who looked up at Solana, who nodded. I looked down at the phone again and pushed the green call button. There was a loud dial tone. I remained still trying to decide what button to press. The left side of my head ached. Random thoughts swirled into my head. I shut off the phone and placed it on the table. Aiyana and Solana exchanged looks, and then looked at me again.
“Erm…” said Solana nervously, “You don’t know your parents’ phone number?”
I shook my head lightly. Solana frowned.
“Um… okay” she said, “What about parent last name?”
I shrugged. Solana sighed.
“Wow,” said Aiyana, quickly, “you must not remember anything at all. Mom I think she has amnesia”
I looked down at my feet and sighed. My entire face contracted and I clenched my fists firmly as if I was squeezing something. I took three slow deep breaths. Solana kneeled down next to me. I looked at her then she smiled sweetly.
“Oh, No worries,” She said kindheartedly, “you will get you memories back soon. You can stay with us if you’d like, if it’s okay with Aiyana, you can sleep in her room. Aiyana, take this girl to the office upstairs. You are going to the missing child registry. You are not to go on any other site. We are doing this to help her find her parents and pick up any information about her., not shop for “cute boys” on the internet. Do I make myself clear, young lady?”
Aiyana’s face turned red.
Please Rate my story and tell me how I can improve!!!!?
I really like your story and would not change a thing but would love to know what happens to miss rosewood in the end.
good title would be BLUE DECEMBER.
The blanket was blue and the date in the locket
I hope to be able to read more in the future
Reply:your story is good so far... i%26#039;d like to know how it ends ^_^
Reply:Rosewood
Reply:LOST
Reply:Ur story is pretty good! The description is nice. Try to explain more about the charcaters at the beggining to make the stroy less confusing. Also, use less I s.
Title: Lost but not Forgotten
Loan forum
I got out of bed and there was a sound coming from the polished wooden floor. I looked down and saw a silver heart shaped pendant bonded with thin silver chains. I bent over and picked up the locket. It was the size of my thumb, and it shined like precious diamonds in the sunlight behind me. I turned the heart shaped locket and saw a small clasp. I opened the locket and saw a photo of a young woman on the left who seemed to be wearing a purple dress robe. Next to her on the right was a little girl, wearing similar clothing except she wore pink instead of purple. Both of them had long black hair and they were smiling at each other. I glanced at the little girl again, and although the child seemed so cute, she also seemed very familiar. There was a mirror next to the door in between the drawer and the bookshelves. I saw my own reflection in the mirror. I realized that I had black hair just like the two people in the photo, wearing a white T-Shirt and white shorts. I also saw in the mirror that I had no shoes on. Then I looked at the little girl in the picture again. That little girl’s face and hair are somewhat similar to mine. On the left side of the locket I saw a something printed on the silver metal. The upper left corners of the heart locket were two letters engraved “L.R” printed on small letters and in the middle of the heart, there was date carved into the locket that said:
20 December 1995
The date on the locket caught my attention. I wondered why the date was even printed there. What happened on that day? Why was it so significant? I also wondered who the young woman is in the photo, and if I was the little girl in the photo. There was a knock on the door, and I almost jumped when I heard it. I watched the door, and remained alert, until seconds later, the door opened. The one who knocked on the door was a young woman, wearing a white dress and I also noticed a white apron she was wearing that seemed to blend in. Her rectangular glasses were completely crooked, it looks as if it was about to fall off her face. Her face was completely dirty, and her crimson hair looked as if it were never brushed for weeks perhaps months. Her emerald eyes came into contact with mine, and said to me in a somewhat timid voice.
“Hello, you’re awake”
I continued to stare at her, and said nothing.
“What’s your name?” said the woman, smiling lightly “My name is Solana Frosty.”
Unfortunately I didn’t have an answer to that question. I felt pretty stupid not knowing my own name, so I remained silent and continued to gaze at her.
“Um, you don’t talk much do you?” said Solana, timidly. “My daughter Aiyana found you in the forest out cold so we took you in our home and we kept you warm and placed you in her room. Um….. Are you feeling okay?”
I nodded lightly, and whispered.
“Yes”
“I’m glad to hear it!” said Solana, smiling brightly. “Come downstairs, I made some breakfast. When you finished eating we can call your parents. How old are you by the way?”
“T-Tw-Twelve” I answered a little unsure of myself.
“Oh that’s great!” Said Solana insecurely “Aiyana is just about you age- Well, perhaps. She’ll be turning twelve in a few days, so I’m sure you two would get along just fine. Now please come downstairs for some breakfast. I didn’t expect you to be awake at this time. After breakfast we’ll call your parents, they must be worried sick about you. So we’ll just let them know that you’re okay”
Solana turned around and left. Seconds later, I got up off the floor, where I was sitting, left the room and went down the stairs. After I reached the first floor, I heard a voice calling to me.
“Hey, come over here! Come in the kitchen”
I turned to where the voice is coming from. It was Solana and another girl who had long scarlet hair just like Solana’s in a kitchen. I walked inside the kitchen where the girl sat at a circular wooden table that was near a corner of the kitchen. The table had a large plate with a layer of pancakes on a plate and a bottle of maple syrup sitting there. I gagged at the odor of burnt food. The sink next to me was piled with dirty dishes. There were shards of broken glass on the white tile floors. I almost stepped on them, while I was still barefoot. Solana was near an oven holding a silver metal spatula, jumping and shrieking hysterically trying to put out the flames that bloomed from the stove just a second ago. I sat at the table where the girl sat. I gazed at her for a moment. The girl looked back at me and grinned.
“Oh hello,” She said quickly, “Don’t mind my Mom, she’s very clumsy when it comes to housekeeping. As you can see, she’s not always the best cook. Although she’s very clumsy and careless, she has her moments. She’s only like this when she’s stressed out. It’s very typical for adults. Other than that she’s a great cook. Oh, I’m so sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Aiyana.”
Aiyana reached out her right hand towards me.
I looked at her hand. I wondered what she made that gesture for. I continued to stare at it.
“What’s your name” She asked.
My eyes were drawn from her hand to her face. It’s that question again. I was gnawing my bottom lip, trying hard to remember, but it was impossible. I gave Aiyana a light shrug. Aiyana frowned.
“I tried asking her the same thing,” said Solana finally finished extinguishing the flames on the stove, “but she wouldn’t tell me. She must be shy, let’s give her some time to relax a bit. Aiyana pumpkin, go to the living room and find the phone. I think it’s time we call her parents. And turn on the computer on your way back here, and look up something on missing children”
Aiyana looked at her mother and nodded. She got up off her chair and left the kitchen. Now my attention is drawn to Solana, who smiled at me, placed some pancakes on the plate in front of me and said,
“Please eat some pancakes, they’re really tasty. I don’t want you to go hungry. I’ll give you a fork and a glass of orange juice.”
Solana handed me a silver metal fork. She also grasped the bottle of maple syrup and poured its sticky brown contents on the plate of pancakes. I looked down to examine them.
“Hmm,” said Solana. “It seems that you have never tasted pancakes before. Just cut a piece off and eat it.”
I looked up at Solana once more, remembering what Aiyana told me earlier, that she isn’t always the best cook. I assumed that these pancakes of hers would not taste very pleasant. I thought of Solana as a very kind person and the last thing I wanted to do is offend her. With my assumption set aside, I grabbed the fork. I cut off a piece of the pancake and placed it into my open mouth. I chewed slowly to. The food was soft and tasted sugary. While eating it I had this pleasant feeling, I assumed that the pancakes would taste horrible, but it was the opposite. I looked up at Solana again and smiled. Solana smiled back at me.
“I’m glad you like it” She said sweetly. “Would you like some orange juice? You’ll like this one, very natural.
Solana went to the refrigerator at the other side of the kitchen. She opened the door on the right. Reached in and pulled out a pitcher of some kind of yellowish substance, then she closed the door and placed the pitcher on the counter. She reached for the cupboard next to refrigerator for a clear glass cup. She took a cup from the cupboard and placed it on the counter as well. She poured the orange juice from the pitcher into the glass cup, and handed it to me. I looked into the cup of orange juice and saw something lumpy, there seems to be some foreign material inside.
“Oh don’t worry about the stuff in there,” said Solana sweetly “That’s just the pulp, dear. It’s natural orange juice. The pulp happens to be very healthy. Go on just drink it!”
I took a small sip of orange juice, despite the uncomfortable pulp rushing into my lips. It tasted pretty good.
Aiyana has just arrived in the kitchen holding a white cordless phone and handed it to me. I looked down at the phone, then who looked up at Solana, who nodded. I looked down at the phone again and pushed the green call button. There was a loud dial tone. I remained still trying to decide what button to press. The left side of my head ached. Random thoughts swirled into my head. I shut off the phone and placed it on the table. Aiyana and Solana exchanged looks, and then looked at me again.
“Erm…” said Solana nervously, “You don’t know your parents’ phone number?”
I shook my head lightly. Solana frowned.
“Um… okay” she said, “What about parent last name?”
I shrugged. Solana sighed.
“Wow,” said Aiyana, quickly, “you must not remember anything at all. Mom I think she has amnesia”
I looked down at my feet and sighed. My entire face contracted and I clenched my fists firmly as if I was squeezing something. I took three slow deep breaths. Solana kneeled down next to me. I looked at her then she smiled sweetly.
“Oh, No worries,” She said kindheartedly, “you will get you memories back soon. You can stay with us if you’d like, if it’s okay with Aiyana, you can sleep in her room. Aiyana, take this girl to the office upstairs. You are going to the missing child registry. You are not to go on any other site. We are doing this to help her find her parents and pick up any information about her., not shop for “cute boys” on the internet. Do I make myself clear, young lady?”
Aiyana’s face turned red.
Please Rate my story and tell me how I can improve!!!!?
I really like your story and would not change a thing but would love to know what happens to miss rosewood in the end.
good title would be BLUE DECEMBER.
The blanket was blue and the date in the locket
I hope to be able to read more in the future
Reply:your story is good so far... i%26#039;d like to know how it ends ^_^
Reply:Rosewood
Reply:LOST
Reply:Ur story is pretty good! The description is nice. Try to explain more about the charcaters at the beggining to make the stroy less confusing. Also, use less I s.
Title: Lost but not Forgotten
Loan forum
I wrote this story and I'm wondering what you think?
%26quot;My eyes opened and I realized I was resting on a soft bed. I was covered with a soft baby blue blanket. The birds chirped rhythmically, and the sunlight reflected from the window adjacent from the bed was hurting my eyes. I squinted as I looked upon it, but it really didn%26#039;t help relieve the pain at all. The pain felt as if I was looking directly at a flashlight. I could easily tell the time of day was morning. I sat up looked around the bedroom, the walls were painted pink, the drawers and bookshelves standing opposite of the window were just as blue as the blanket that I had just pulled off. The room was unfamiliar to me. I wondered how I got here. I could not recall anything that occurred before this present point, nothing at all.
I got out of bed and there was a sound coming from the polished wooden floor. I looked down and saw a silver heart shaped pendant bonded with thin silver chains. I bent over and picked up the locket. It was the size of my thumb, and it shined like precious diamonds in the sunlight behind me. I turned the heart shaped locket and saw a small clasp. I opened the locket and saw a photo of a young woman on the left who seemed to be wearing a purple dress robe. Next to her on the right was a little girl, wearing similar clothing except she wore pink instead of purple. Both of them had long black hair and they were smiling at each other. I glanced at the little girl again, and although the child seemed so cute, she also seemed very familiar. There was a mirror next to the door in between the drawer and the bookshelves. I saw my own reflection in the mirror. I realized that I had black hair just like the two people in the photo, wearing a white T-Shirt and white shorts. I also saw in the mirror that I had no shoes on. Then I looked at the little girl in the picture again. That little girl’s face and hair are somewhat similar to mine. On the left side of the locket I saw a something printed on the silver metal. The upper left corner of the heart locket were two letters engraved “L.R” printed on small letters and in the middle of the heart, there was date carved into the locket that said:
20 December 1995
The date on the locket caught my attention. I wondered why the date was even printed there. What happened on that day? Why was it so significant? I also wondered who the young woman is in the photo, and if I was the little girl in the photo. There was a knock on the door, and I almost jumped when I heard it. I watched the door, and remained alert, until seconds later, the door opened. The one who knocked on the door was a young woman, wearing a white dress and I also noticed a white apron she was wearing that seemed to blend in. Her rectangular glasses were completely crooked, it looks as if it was about to fall off her face. Her face was completely dirty, and her crimson hair looked as if it were never brushed for weeks perhaps months. Her emerald eyes came into contact with mine, and said to me in a somewhat timid voice.
“Hello, you’re awake”
I continued to stare at her, and said nothing.
“What’s your name?” said the woman, smiling lightly “My name is Solana Frosty.”
Unfortunately I didn’t have an answer to that question. I felt pretty stupid not knowing my own name, so I remained silent and continued to gaze at her.
“Um, you don’t talk much do you?” said Solana, timidly. “My daughter Aiyana found you in the forest out cold so we took you in our home and we kept you warm and placed you in her room. Um….. Are you feeling okay?”
I nodded lightly, and whispered.
“Yes”
“I’m glad to hear it!” said Solana, smiling brightly. “Come downstairs, I made some breakfast. When you finished eating we can call your parents. How old are you by the way?”
“T-Tw-Twelve” I answered a little unsure of myself.
“Oh that’s great!” Said Solana insecurely “Aiyana is just about you age- Well, perhaps. She’ll be turning twelve in a few days, so I’m sure you two would get along just fine. Now please come downstairs for some breakfast. I didn’t expect you to be awake at this time. After breakfast we’ll call your parents, they must be worried sick about you. So we’ll just let them know that you’re okay”
Solana turned around and left. Seconds later, I got up off the floor, where I was sitting, left the room and went down the stairs. After I reached the first floor, I heard a voice calling to me.
“Hey, come over here! Come in the kitchen”
I turned to where the voice is coming from. It was Solana and another girl who had long scarlet hair just like Solana’s in a kitchen. I walked inside the kitchen where the girl sat at a circular wooden table that was near a corner of the kitchen. The table had a large plate with a layer of pancakes on a plate and a bottle of maple syrup sitting there. I gagged at the odor of burnt food. The sink next to me was piled with dirty dishes. There were shards of broken glass on the white tile floors. I almost stepped on them, while I was still barefoot. Solana was near an oven holding a silver metal spatula, jumping and shrieking hysterically trying to put out the flames that bloomed from the stove just a second ago. I sat at the table where the girl sat. I gazed at her for a moment. The girl looked back at me and grinned.
“Oh hello,” She said quickly, “Don’t mind my Mom, she’s very clumsy when it comes to housekeeping. As you can see, she’s not always the best cook. Although she’s very clumsy and careless, she has her moments. She’s only like this when she’s stressed out. It’s very typical for adults. Other than that she’s a great cook. Oh, I’m so sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Aiyana.”
Aiyana reached out her right hand towards me.
I looked at her hand. I wondered what she made that gesture for. I continued to stare at it.
“What’s your name” She asked.
My eyes were drawn from her hand to her face. It’s that question again. I was gnawing my bottom lip, trying hard to remember, but it was impossible. I gave Aiyana a light shrug. Aiyana frowned.
“I tried asking her the same thing,” said Solana finally finished extinguishing the flames on the stove, “but she wouldn’t tell me. She must be shy, let’s give her some time to relax a bit. Aiyana pumpkin, go to the living room and find the phone. I think it’s time we call her parents. And turn on the computer on your way back here, and look up something on missing children”
Aiyana looked at her mother and nodded. She got up off her chair and left the kitchen. Now my attention is drawn to Solana, who smiled at me, placed some pancakes on the plate in front of me and said,
“Please eat some pancakes, they’re really tasty. I don’t want you to go hungry. I’ll give you a fork and a glass of orange juice.”
Solana handed me a silver metal fork. She also grasped the bottle of maple syrup and poured its sticky brown contents on the plate of pancakes. I looked down to examine them.
“Hmm,” said Solana. “It seems that you have never tasted pancakes before. Just cut a piece off and eat it.”
I looked up at Solana once more, remembering what Aiyana told me earlier, that she isn’t always the best cook. I assumed that these pancakes of hers would not taste very pleasant. I thought of Solana as a very kind person and the last thing I wanted to do is offend her. With my assumption set aside, I grabbed the fork. I cut off a piece of the pancake and placed it into my open mouth. I chewed slowly to. The food was soft and tasted sugary. While eating it I had this pleasant feeling, I assumed that the pancakes would taste horrible, but it was the opposite. I looked up at Solana again and smiled. Solana smiled back at me.
“I’m glad you like it” She said sweetly. “Would you like some orange juice? You’ll like this one, very natural.
Solana went to the refrigerator at the other side of the kitchen. She opened the door on the right. Reached in and pulled out a pitcher of some kind of yellowish substance, then she closed the door and placed the pitcher on the counter. She reached for the cupboard next to refrigerator for a clear glass cup. She took a cup from the cupboard and placed it on the counter as well. She poured the orange juice from the pitcher into the glass cup, and handed it to me. I looked into the cup of orange juice and saw something lumpy, there seems to be some foreign material inside.
“Oh don’t worry about the stuff in there,” said Solana sweetly “That’s just the pulp, dear. It’s natural orange juice. The pulp happens to be very healthy. Go on just drink it!”
I took a small sip of orange juice, despite the uncomfortable pulp rushing into my lips. It tasted pretty good.
Aiyana has just arrived in the kitchen holding a white cordless phone and handed it to me. I looked down at the phone, then who looked up at Solana, who nodded. I looked down at the phone again and pushed the green call button. There was a loud dial tone. I remained still trying to decide what button to press. The left side of my head ached. Random thoughts swirled into my head. I shut off the phone and placed it on the table. Aiyana and Solana exchanged looks, and then looked at me again.
“Erm…” said Solana nervously, “You don’t know your parents’ phone number?”
I shook my head lightly. Solana frowned.
“Um… okay” she said, “What about parent last name?”
I shrugged. Solana sighed.
“Wow,” said Aiyana, quickly, “you must not remember anything at all. Mom I think she has amnesia”
I looked down at my feet and sighed. My entire face contracted and I clenched my fists firmly as if I was squeezing something. I took three slow deep breaths. Solana kneeled down next to me. I looked at her then she smiled sweetly.
“Oh, No worries,” She said kindheartedly, “you will get you memories back soon. You can stay with us if you’d like, if it’s okay with Aiyana, you can sleep in her room. Aiyana, take this girl to the office upstairs. You are going to the missing child registry. You are not to go on any other site. We are doing this to assist her, not shop for “cute boys” on the internet. Do I make myself clear, young lady? ”
“Oh come on, mom” Scoffed Aiyana. “I do not ‘shop’ for boys.”
I looked at Aiyana and laughed silently.
I wrote this story and I%26#039;m wondering what you think?
Are you writing for class? It%26#039;s pretty good. Are you in JC? Easy reading, easy imagine, I think you are off to a great start. Good Luck
Reply:no way in hell that i am reading all of that...well looking at that size, i will say its good.
Reply:it%26#039;s good but is there and ending to it?
Loan forum
I got out of bed and there was a sound coming from the polished wooden floor. I looked down and saw a silver heart shaped pendant bonded with thin silver chains. I bent over and picked up the locket. It was the size of my thumb, and it shined like precious diamonds in the sunlight behind me. I turned the heart shaped locket and saw a small clasp. I opened the locket and saw a photo of a young woman on the left who seemed to be wearing a purple dress robe. Next to her on the right was a little girl, wearing similar clothing except she wore pink instead of purple. Both of them had long black hair and they were smiling at each other. I glanced at the little girl again, and although the child seemed so cute, she also seemed very familiar. There was a mirror next to the door in between the drawer and the bookshelves. I saw my own reflection in the mirror. I realized that I had black hair just like the two people in the photo, wearing a white T-Shirt and white shorts. I also saw in the mirror that I had no shoes on. Then I looked at the little girl in the picture again. That little girl’s face and hair are somewhat similar to mine. On the left side of the locket I saw a something printed on the silver metal. The upper left corner of the heart locket were two letters engraved “L.R” printed on small letters and in the middle of the heart, there was date carved into the locket that said:
20 December 1995
The date on the locket caught my attention. I wondered why the date was even printed there. What happened on that day? Why was it so significant? I also wondered who the young woman is in the photo, and if I was the little girl in the photo. There was a knock on the door, and I almost jumped when I heard it. I watched the door, and remained alert, until seconds later, the door opened. The one who knocked on the door was a young woman, wearing a white dress and I also noticed a white apron she was wearing that seemed to blend in. Her rectangular glasses were completely crooked, it looks as if it was about to fall off her face. Her face was completely dirty, and her crimson hair looked as if it were never brushed for weeks perhaps months. Her emerald eyes came into contact with mine, and said to me in a somewhat timid voice.
“Hello, you’re awake”
I continued to stare at her, and said nothing.
“What’s your name?” said the woman, smiling lightly “My name is Solana Frosty.”
Unfortunately I didn’t have an answer to that question. I felt pretty stupid not knowing my own name, so I remained silent and continued to gaze at her.
“Um, you don’t talk much do you?” said Solana, timidly. “My daughter Aiyana found you in the forest out cold so we took you in our home and we kept you warm and placed you in her room. Um….. Are you feeling okay?”
I nodded lightly, and whispered.
“Yes”
“I’m glad to hear it!” said Solana, smiling brightly. “Come downstairs, I made some breakfast. When you finished eating we can call your parents. How old are you by the way?”
“T-Tw-Twelve” I answered a little unsure of myself.
“Oh that’s great!” Said Solana insecurely “Aiyana is just about you age- Well, perhaps. She’ll be turning twelve in a few days, so I’m sure you two would get along just fine. Now please come downstairs for some breakfast. I didn’t expect you to be awake at this time. After breakfast we’ll call your parents, they must be worried sick about you. So we’ll just let them know that you’re okay”
Solana turned around and left. Seconds later, I got up off the floor, where I was sitting, left the room and went down the stairs. After I reached the first floor, I heard a voice calling to me.
“Hey, come over here! Come in the kitchen”
I turned to where the voice is coming from. It was Solana and another girl who had long scarlet hair just like Solana’s in a kitchen. I walked inside the kitchen where the girl sat at a circular wooden table that was near a corner of the kitchen. The table had a large plate with a layer of pancakes on a plate and a bottle of maple syrup sitting there. I gagged at the odor of burnt food. The sink next to me was piled with dirty dishes. There were shards of broken glass on the white tile floors. I almost stepped on them, while I was still barefoot. Solana was near an oven holding a silver metal spatula, jumping and shrieking hysterically trying to put out the flames that bloomed from the stove just a second ago. I sat at the table where the girl sat. I gazed at her for a moment. The girl looked back at me and grinned.
“Oh hello,” She said quickly, “Don’t mind my Mom, she’s very clumsy when it comes to housekeeping. As you can see, she’s not always the best cook. Although she’s very clumsy and careless, she has her moments. She’s only like this when she’s stressed out. It’s very typical for adults. Other than that she’s a great cook. Oh, I’m so sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Aiyana.”
Aiyana reached out her right hand towards me.
I looked at her hand. I wondered what she made that gesture for. I continued to stare at it.
“What’s your name” She asked.
My eyes were drawn from her hand to her face. It’s that question again. I was gnawing my bottom lip, trying hard to remember, but it was impossible. I gave Aiyana a light shrug. Aiyana frowned.
“I tried asking her the same thing,” said Solana finally finished extinguishing the flames on the stove, “but she wouldn’t tell me. She must be shy, let’s give her some time to relax a bit. Aiyana pumpkin, go to the living room and find the phone. I think it’s time we call her parents. And turn on the computer on your way back here, and look up something on missing children”
Aiyana looked at her mother and nodded. She got up off her chair and left the kitchen. Now my attention is drawn to Solana, who smiled at me, placed some pancakes on the plate in front of me and said,
“Please eat some pancakes, they’re really tasty. I don’t want you to go hungry. I’ll give you a fork and a glass of orange juice.”
Solana handed me a silver metal fork. She also grasped the bottle of maple syrup and poured its sticky brown contents on the plate of pancakes. I looked down to examine them.
“Hmm,” said Solana. “It seems that you have never tasted pancakes before. Just cut a piece off and eat it.”
I looked up at Solana once more, remembering what Aiyana told me earlier, that she isn’t always the best cook. I assumed that these pancakes of hers would not taste very pleasant. I thought of Solana as a very kind person and the last thing I wanted to do is offend her. With my assumption set aside, I grabbed the fork. I cut off a piece of the pancake and placed it into my open mouth. I chewed slowly to. The food was soft and tasted sugary. While eating it I had this pleasant feeling, I assumed that the pancakes would taste horrible, but it was the opposite. I looked up at Solana again and smiled. Solana smiled back at me.
“I’m glad you like it” She said sweetly. “Would you like some orange juice? You’ll like this one, very natural.
Solana went to the refrigerator at the other side of the kitchen. She opened the door on the right. Reached in and pulled out a pitcher of some kind of yellowish substance, then she closed the door and placed the pitcher on the counter. She reached for the cupboard next to refrigerator for a clear glass cup. She took a cup from the cupboard and placed it on the counter as well. She poured the orange juice from the pitcher into the glass cup, and handed it to me. I looked into the cup of orange juice and saw something lumpy, there seems to be some foreign material inside.
“Oh don’t worry about the stuff in there,” said Solana sweetly “That’s just the pulp, dear. It’s natural orange juice. The pulp happens to be very healthy. Go on just drink it!”
I took a small sip of orange juice, despite the uncomfortable pulp rushing into my lips. It tasted pretty good.
Aiyana has just arrived in the kitchen holding a white cordless phone and handed it to me. I looked down at the phone, then who looked up at Solana, who nodded. I looked down at the phone again and pushed the green call button. There was a loud dial tone. I remained still trying to decide what button to press. The left side of my head ached. Random thoughts swirled into my head. I shut off the phone and placed it on the table. Aiyana and Solana exchanged looks, and then looked at me again.
“Erm…” said Solana nervously, “You don’t know your parents’ phone number?”
I shook my head lightly. Solana frowned.
“Um… okay” she said, “What about parent last name?”
I shrugged. Solana sighed.
“Wow,” said Aiyana, quickly, “you must not remember anything at all. Mom I think she has amnesia”
I looked down at my feet and sighed. My entire face contracted and I clenched my fists firmly as if I was squeezing something. I took three slow deep breaths. Solana kneeled down next to me. I looked at her then she smiled sweetly.
“Oh, No worries,” She said kindheartedly, “you will get you memories back soon. You can stay with us if you’d like, if it’s okay with Aiyana, you can sleep in her room. Aiyana, take this girl to the office upstairs. You are going to the missing child registry. You are not to go on any other site. We are doing this to assist her, not shop for “cute boys” on the internet. Do I make myself clear, young lady? ”
“Oh come on, mom” Scoffed Aiyana. “I do not ‘shop’ for boys.”
I looked at Aiyana and laughed silently.
I wrote this story and I%26#039;m wondering what you think?
Are you writing for class? It%26#039;s pretty good. Are you in JC? Easy reading, easy imagine, I think you are off to a great start. Good Luck
Reply:no way in hell that i am reading all of that...well looking at that size, i will say its good.
Reply:it%26#039;s good but is there and ending to it?
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What heels to match a black ball gown and new MIMCO cuff?
I have a beautiful black %26#039;empire%26#039; style dress. I have bought a ruby-red MIMCO bow cuff to match. Should I buy red shoes to match (if so, what style?) or.. any other suggestions? I want to move away from matching %26#039;black with black%26#039;. Help please =)
http://www.mimco.com.au
(click on SHOP then LUXE LADY)
What heels to match a black ball gown and new MIMCO cuff?
Oh absolutely you should. You could try something like
http://shopping.ninemsn.com.au/track/Tra...
or go a little classy and sport something like
http://www.amazon.com/Chinese-Laundry-Je...
http://www.amazon.com/Chinese-Laundry-Wo...
Reply:I would definitely go with some red, glittery pumps to accentate your bow cuff. Also why not throw in a purse also. Accessories is what makes the ensemble!!
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http://www.mimco.com.au
(click on SHOP then LUXE LADY)
What heels to match a black ball gown and new MIMCO cuff?
Oh absolutely you should. You could try something like
http://shopping.ninemsn.com.au/track/Tra...
or go a little classy and sport something like
http://www.amazon.com/Chinese-Laundry-Je...
http://www.amazon.com/Chinese-Laundry-Wo...
Reply:I would definitely go with some red, glittery pumps to accentate your bow cuff. Also why not throw in a purse also. Accessories is what makes the ensemble!!
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Things you never use funny or not?
Donna arrived home from work early one day and found her husband, Glen, in bed with another woman. “That’s it!” she shouted, “I’m leaving and I’m not coming back!”
“Wait honey,” Glen pleaded, “Can’t you at least let me explain?”
“Fine, let’s hear your story,” Donna replied.
“Well, I was driving home when I saw this poor young lady sitting at the side of the road, barefoot, torn clothes, covered in mud and sobbing,” explained Glen.
“I immediately took pity on her and asked if she would like to get cleaned up. She got into the car and I brought her home. After she took a shower, I gave her a pair of the underwear that doesn’t fit you anymore, the dress that I bought you last year that you never wore, the pair of shoes you bought but never used and even gave her some of the turkey you had in the refrigerator but didn’t serve to me.”
“Then,” Glen continued, “I showed her to the door and she thanked me. As she was walking down the step, she turned around and asked me, ‘Is there anything else your wife doesn’t use anymore?’”
Things you never use funny or not?
this deserves the joke of the year award .lol
Reply:haha funny ! serves her right,wish I done that in the past lol
Reply:Heard it before but it%26#039;s still a goodie
Reply:lmao brilliant!
Reply:ha ha ha funny
thanks for a laugh
10/10
Reply:Good one.
Reply:lol
Reply:very good star4u
Reply:hahahahaha
Reply:Now thats good.Don%26#039;t think it would stand up in court but its a good excuse if ever i heard one. Another star!
Reply:funny
Reply:mm
Reply:hahahaha excellent joke.
Reply:lol heh heh
good joke
would you accept that excuse?
Reply:hahahahahahaha
wht a charitable man ; )
P.S: i think his wife may 4give him 4 his cheating but she will kill him 4 saying %26quot; a pair of the underwear that doesn’t fit you anymore%26quot; hahaha = D
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“Wait honey,” Glen pleaded, “Can’t you at least let me explain?”
“Fine, let’s hear your story,” Donna replied.
“Well, I was driving home when I saw this poor young lady sitting at the side of the road, barefoot, torn clothes, covered in mud and sobbing,” explained Glen.
“I immediately took pity on her and asked if she would like to get cleaned up. She got into the car and I brought her home. After she took a shower, I gave her a pair of the underwear that doesn’t fit you anymore, the dress that I bought you last year that you never wore, the pair of shoes you bought but never used and even gave her some of the turkey you had in the refrigerator but didn’t serve to me.”
“Then,” Glen continued, “I showed her to the door and she thanked me. As she was walking down the step, she turned around and asked me, ‘Is there anything else your wife doesn’t use anymore?’”
Things you never use funny or not?
this deserves the joke of the year award .lol
Reply:haha funny ! serves her right,wish I done that in the past lol
Reply:Heard it before but it%26#039;s still a goodie
Reply:lmao brilliant!
Reply:ha ha ha funny
thanks for a laugh
10/10
Reply:Good one.
Reply:lol
Reply:very good star4u
Reply:hahahahaha
Reply:Now thats good.Don%26#039;t think it would stand up in court but its a good excuse if ever i heard one. Another star!
Reply:funny
Reply:mm
Reply:hahahaha excellent joke.
Reply:lol heh heh
good joke
would you accept that excuse?
Reply:hahahahahahaha
wht a charitable man ; )
P.S: i think his wife may 4give him 4 his cheating but she will kill him 4 saying %26quot; a pair of the underwear that doesn’t fit you anymore%26quot; hahaha = D
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Funny or not?
Donna arrived home from work early one day and found her husband, Glen, in bed with another woman. %26quot;That%26#039;s it!%26quot; she shouted, %26quot;I%26#039;m leaving and I%26#039;m not coming back!%26quot;
%26quot;Wait honey,%26quot; Glen pleaded, %26quot;Can%26#039;t you at least let me explain?%26quot;
%26quot;Fine, let%26#039;s hear your story,%26quot; Donna replied.
%26quot;Well, I was driving home when I saw this poor young lady sitting at the side of the road, barefoot, torn clothes, covered in mud and sobbing,%26quot; explained Glen.
%26quot;I immediately took pity on her and asked if she would like to get cleaned up. She got into the car and I brought her home. After she took a shower, I gave her a pair of the underwear that doesn%26#039;t fit you anymore, the dress that I bought you last year that you never wore, the pair of shoes you bought but never used and even gave her some of the turkey you had in the refrigerator but didn%26#039;t serve to me.%26quot;
%26quot;Then,%26quot; Glen continued, %26quot;I showed her to the door and she thanked me. As she was walking down the step, she turned around and asked me, %26#039;Is there anything else your wife doesn%26#039;t use anymore?%26#039;%26quot;
Funny or not?
So funny i almost plopped my pants
Reply:sorry no chuckle from me...xxxx
Reply:Heard it many times but still kinda funny
Reply:that was cool, thanks
Reply:mm, almost
keep trying
Reply:Kinda
i
Reply:%26#039;s ok
got a chuckle out of me
Reply:hmmmm.
funny.
Reply:nice one, had a good laugh at that
Reply:True. Reminds me of the joke, how do you stop your girl giving you a bj, .....marry her.
Reply:boring
Reply:good joke 7/10
Reply:That%26#039;s funny. Thanks.
Reply:Meh.
Reply:sorry, not funny
Reply:more than funny lol
Reply:lmao, hahahah she doesnt use his dick ne more rofl lmao
Reply:so funny i can not stop smilling.boring ..............
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%26quot;Wait honey,%26quot; Glen pleaded, %26quot;Can%26#039;t you at least let me explain?%26quot;
%26quot;Fine, let%26#039;s hear your story,%26quot; Donna replied.
%26quot;Well, I was driving home when I saw this poor young lady sitting at the side of the road, barefoot, torn clothes, covered in mud and sobbing,%26quot; explained Glen.
%26quot;I immediately took pity on her and asked if she would like to get cleaned up. She got into the car and I brought her home. After she took a shower, I gave her a pair of the underwear that doesn%26#039;t fit you anymore, the dress that I bought you last year that you never wore, the pair of shoes you bought but never used and even gave her some of the turkey you had in the refrigerator but didn%26#039;t serve to me.%26quot;
%26quot;Then,%26quot; Glen continued, %26quot;I showed her to the door and she thanked me. As she was walking down the step, she turned around and asked me, %26#039;Is there anything else your wife doesn%26#039;t use anymore?%26#039;%26quot;
Funny or not?
So funny i almost plopped my pants
Reply:sorry no chuckle from me...xxxx
Reply:Heard it many times but still kinda funny
Reply:that was cool, thanks
Reply:mm, almost
keep trying
Reply:Kinda
i
Reply:%26#039;s ok
got a chuckle out of me
Reply:hmmmm.
funny.
Reply:nice one, had a good laugh at that
Reply:True. Reminds me of the joke, how do you stop your girl giving you a bj, .....marry her.
Reply:boring
Reply:good joke 7/10
Reply:That%26#039;s funny. Thanks.
Reply:Meh.
Reply:sorry, not funny
Reply:more than funny lol
Reply:lmao, hahahah she doesnt use his dick ne more rofl lmao
Reply:so funny i can not stop smilling.boring ..............
books title c
Question For Women Who Like "Bad Boys" or Women who Like Men That Have a Grunge Look, or a Dirty Look?
My friend, is having a late Halloween party at his house this weekend. A ton of people are going to be there and everyone is dressing up in halloween costumes. I am going to go as a %26quot;bad boy%26quot;. Now my question to you ladies that like %26quot;bad boys%26quot; OR the grunge look on men, the %26quot;dirty look%26quot;, what should I wear for that? I have all kinds of shoes, I have chuck taylor%26#039;s, I even have combat boots. And money is no object. Give me a few examples from each lady about what these types of men wear. Thank you so much! OH, AND the woman who goes through each piece of the outfit AND gives me the most examples of different outfits, to wear, I will award the best answer points to her. Thanks!
Question For Women Who Like %26quot;Bad Boys%26quot; or Women who Like Men That Have a Grunge Look, or a Dirty Look?
ooh, how about a dirty army guy.... Tight, white, dirty under shirt with nothing over it but some dog tags. Army pants... baggy in the legs but not falling off your butt. and big combat boots. And make sure you look like your face is dirty... I can picture this, and it%26#039;s pretty hot!
Reply:go as a construction guy. white t, tight, tight jeans, hardhat, sunglasses. .
Reply:I read %26quot;bad boys%26quot; and immediately thought of Danny from Grease.
So, you should go as him.
Wear a tight black shirt (tucked in), black semi-tight pants (slacks might even work), black shoes, black belt, and a leather jacket with the collar up.
Don%26#039;t forget to grease your hair back.
Just my idea. Have a fun time and be safe!
: )
Reply:yeah dirty bad boys are soooo good. lol.
try a studded black leather jacket, some torn darkish jeans, any sort of metal band tshirt, and go for the combat boots and while your at it throw on a bit of smudgy eyeliner. actually that%26#039;d be hot even if it weren%26#039;t just for a halloween party.
Reply:Okay you need:
-leather jacket
-band t-shirt
-frayed, not quite ripped jeans.
-the chuck taylors
and your hair should be in a *just woke up* kind of style, but still look good.
Reply:Oh, please... no grunge look or dirty look. Clean cut, nice boys with a streak of bad boy and rascal are the hottest! So dress accordingly! PS.. I know the perfect guy.
Reply:well the builder on a building site look will do for you .
over tight shirt crumpled, tight denim jeans, boots,Hair slightly tussled wow you will look great.I promise.Have a good night out.
Reply:Immitate Pete Doherty%26#039;s style
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Question For Women Who Like %26quot;Bad Boys%26quot; or Women who Like Men That Have a Grunge Look, or a Dirty Look?
ooh, how about a dirty army guy.... Tight, white, dirty under shirt with nothing over it but some dog tags. Army pants... baggy in the legs but not falling off your butt. and big combat boots. And make sure you look like your face is dirty... I can picture this, and it%26#039;s pretty hot!
Reply:go as a construction guy. white t, tight, tight jeans, hardhat, sunglasses. .
Reply:I read %26quot;bad boys%26quot; and immediately thought of Danny from Grease.
So, you should go as him.
Wear a tight black shirt (tucked in), black semi-tight pants (slacks might even work), black shoes, black belt, and a leather jacket with the collar up.
Don%26#039;t forget to grease your hair back.
Just my idea. Have a fun time and be safe!
: )
Reply:yeah dirty bad boys are soooo good. lol.
try a studded black leather jacket, some torn darkish jeans, any sort of metal band tshirt, and go for the combat boots and while your at it throw on a bit of smudgy eyeliner. actually that%26#039;d be hot even if it weren%26#039;t just for a halloween party.
Reply:Okay you need:
-leather jacket
-band t-shirt
-frayed, not quite ripped jeans.
-the chuck taylors
and your hair should be in a *just woke up* kind of style, but still look good.
Reply:Oh, please... no grunge look or dirty look. Clean cut, nice boys with a streak of bad boy and rascal are the hottest! So dress accordingly! PS.. I know the perfect guy.
Reply:well the builder on a building site look will do for you .
over tight shirt crumpled, tight denim jeans, boots,Hair slightly tussled wow you will look great.I promise.Have a good night out.
Reply:Immitate Pete Doherty%26#039;s style
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Girls out there know where to find trendy sandals for tall girls?
Any ladies out there know where to find (online or elsewhere) trendy sandals (hot ones, not old lady strappies) for taller girls? I%26#039;m 5%26#039;8%26quot; and my bf is 5%26#039;11%26quot;. Great barefoot, but when I put on the shoes I really like I tower over him because they are 3 inches or higher! But I looove cute heeled sandals (steve madden, candies, etc) We%26#039;re going on vacation to california, a cruise, and then mexican riviera. Two weeks but I have cute pants, skirts, dresses, etc that I cant wear some ugly flats with and I cant wear flip flops with everything!! Heeelp
Girls out there know where to find trendy sandals for tall girls?
%26lt;http://www.piperlime.com/browse/category... free shipping
http://www.target.com/gp/search.html/602...
Reply:Tall Girl- its a sweet store
Reply:you can still wear heels just try a low heel instead of a a tall heel candies have a low heel try going to kohls or maybe go to gordmans they have cute heels
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Girls out there know where to find trendy sandals for tall girls?
%26lt;http://www.piperlime.com/browse/category... free shipping
http://www.target.com/gp/search.html/602...
Reply:Tall Girl- its a sweet store
Reply:you can still wear heels just try a low heel instead of a a tall heel candies have a low heel try going to kohls or maybe go to gordmans they have cute heels
book
Do you wear bare legs or nylons with dresses when it's cold?
Hey! I have a problem that%26#039;s actually been bugging me for awhile. I prefer to wear skirts or dresses to church and I go every Sunday all year. In summer obviously I wear bare legs ands sandals, but the winters here are freezing cold. So now that winter%26#039;s coming up I%26#039;ve been thinking about it again. Do you think it looks funny for a girl/lady (whatever, I%26#039;m 21:P) to wear nylons when its cold? Are bare legs and open-toed shoes out? It%26#039;s hard to find %26#039;wintry%26#039; dressy shoes..what%26#039;s your opinion?
Do you wear bare legs or nylons with dresses when it%26#039;s cold?
I don%26#039;t know what cold weather is where you live, but here it is minus twenty (Celcius). I always wear skirts, and of course I cover my legs in the winter. I have a nice selection of pantyhose of different thicknesses, colors and design, and shopping them is just as fun as shopping other garments.
You wear others shoes in the winter, and when it is too cold to be a lady I have a pair of pumps waiting for me at the office. Some say that is a sign of vanity, but I think it is fun.
Reply:I guess it really comes down to your personal preference. Me personally, I never wear nylons and almost always open-toed shoes. (and then I complain on the way to Church because its snowing outside LOL) I don%26#039;t think that there is anything wrong/funny about girls wearing nylons as long as they blend in with her legs. That is a BIG pet peeve of mine, when women wear the wrong color of nylons.
Reply:Pretty much any shoe is a %26quot;winter%26quot; shoe that%26#039;s not open toe or back. If its open toe/back, you%26#039;ll look pretty stupid with stockings on.
It doesn%26#039;t look funny for a woman of any age to wear stockings or heavier tights (they even make them in wool). I see women of all ages wearing them and they look classy. And who cares about what people think anyway? Your opinion of you is what matters most. And, tho I%26#039;m not a church person, I think that as long as you%26#039;re dressing sexy respectfully-like not showing too much skin-you%26#039;ll look just awesome.
My fave shoes for winter are suede, velvet, and patent leather.
Reply:stocking/tights/leggings/thigh high stockings, anything like that will look great but i would not wear them with open toe shoes tho unless the stockings/thigh highs are sheer coloured!
otherwise you can wear the 3/4 leggings which go half way down your calf with open toes or wear boots with your stockings and skirts...
dont you look through the fashion magazines? tights are so in right now
Reply:News flash. Real Ladies always wear nylons.
Reply:they have those like really cute dresses with the dark nylons.
http://shop.nordstrom.com/S/2945705/0~23...
i think thats super cute, but who knows whats church appropriate lol
Reply:yeah right its to old lady!tights are so stylish with some heels,a thin long sleeve underneath that matches a color in your dress would look HOT!
Reply:dont wear nylons, wear light cable knit tights
Reply:nylons
Adidas
Do you wear bare legs or nylons with dresses when it%26#039;s cold?
I don%26#039;t know what cold weather is where you live, but here it is minus twenty (Celcius). I always wear skirts, and of course I cover my legs in the winter. I have a nice selection of pantyhose of different thicknesses, colors and design, and shopping them is just as fun as shopping other garments.
You wear others shoes in the winter, and when it is too cold to be a lady I have a pair of pumps waiting for me at the office. Some say that is a sign of vanity, but I think it is fun.
Reply:I guess it really comes down to your personal preference. Me personally, I never wear nylons and almost always open-toed shoes. (and then I complain on the way to Church because its snowing outside LOL) I don%26#039;t think that there is anything wrong/funny about girls wearing nylons as long as they blend in with her legs. That is a BIG pet peeve of mine, when women wear the wrong color of nylons.
Reply:Pretty much any shoe is a %26quot;winter%26quot; shoe that%26#039;s not open toe or back. If its open toe/back, you%26#039;ll look pretty stupid with stockings on.
It doesn%26#039;t look funny for a woman of any age to wear stockings or heavier tights (they even make them in wool). I see women of all ages wearing them and they look classy. And who cares about what people think anyway? Your opinion of you is what matters most. And, tho I%26#039;m not a church person, I think that as long as you%26#039;re dressing sexy respectfully-like not showing too much skin-you%26#039;ll look just awesome.
My fave shoes for winter are suede, velvet, and patent leather.
Reply:stocking/tights/leggings/thigh high stockings, anything like that will look great but i would not wear them with open toe shoes tho unless the stockings/thigh highs are sheer coloured!
otherwise you can wear the 3/4 leggings which go half way down your calf with open toes or wear boots with your stockings and skirts...
dont you look through the fashion magazines? tights are so in right now
Reply:News flash. Real Ladies always wear nylons.
Reply:they have those like really cute dresses with the dark nylons.
http://shop.nordstrom.com/S/2945705/0~23...
i think thats super cute, but who knows whats church appropriate lol
Reply:yeah right its to old lady!tights are so stylish with some heels,a thin long sleeve underneath that matches a color in your dress would look HOT!
Reply:dont wear nylons, wear light cable knit tights
Reply:nylons
Adidas
This is what my nextdoor neighbour told me happened when she took her three children out would you believe her
1) NUDITY
I was driving with my three young children one warm summer evening when a woman in the convertible ahead of us stood up and waved. She was stark naked! As I was reeling from the shock, I heard my 5-year-old shout from the back seat, %26#039;Mom! That lady isn%26#039;t wearing a seat belt!%26#039;
2) OPINIONS
On the first day of school, a first-grader handed his teacher a note from his mother. The note read, %26#039;The opinions expressed by this child are not necessarily those of his parents.%26#039;
3) KETCHUP
A woman was trying hard to get the ketchup out of the jar. During her struggle the phone rang so she asked her 4-year-old daughter to answer the phone. %26#039;Mommy can%26#039;t come to the phone to talk to you right now. She%26#039;s hitting the bottle.%26#039;
4) MORE NUDITY
A little boy got lost at the YMCA and found himself in the women%26#039;s locker room. When he was spotted, the room burst into shrieks, with ladies grabbing towels and running for cover. The little boy watched in amazement and then asked, %26#039;What%26#039;s the matter, haven%26#039;t you ever seen a little boy before?%26#039;
5) POLICE # 1
While taking a routine vandalism report at an elementary school, I was interrupted by a little girl about 6 years old. Looking up and down at my uniform, she asked, %26#039;Are you a cop?%26#039; %26#039;Yes,%26#039; I answered and continued writing the report. %26#039;My mother said if I ever needed help I should ask the police. Is that right?%26#039; %26#039;Yes, that%26#039;s right,%26#039; I told her. %26#039;Well, then,%26#039; she said as she extended her foot toward me, %26#039;would you please tie my shoe?%26#039;
6) POLICE # 2
It was the end of the day when I parked my police van in front of the station. As I gathered my equipment, my K-9 partner, Jake, was barking, and I saw a little boy staring in at me %26#039;Is that a dog you got back there?%26#039; he asked. %26#039;It sure is,%26#039; I replied. Puzzled, the boy looked at me and then towards the back of the van. Finally he said, %26#039;What%26#039;d he do?%26#039;
7) ELDERLY
While working for an organization that delivers lunches to elderly shut-ins, I used to take my 4-year-old daughter on my afternoon rounds. She was unfailingly intrigued by the various appliances of old age, particularly the canes, walkers and wheelchairs. One day I found her staring at a pair of false teeth soaking in a glass. As I braced myself for the inevitable barrage of questions, she merely turned and whispered, %26#039;The tooth fairy will never believe this!%26#039;
8) DRESS-UP
A little girl was watching her parents dress for a party, as they so often did. When she saw her dad donning his tuxedo, she warned, %26#039;Daddy, you shouldn%26#039;t wear that suit.%26#039; %26#039;And why not, darling?%26#039; %26#039;You know that it always gives you a headache the next morning. %26#039;
9) DEATH
While walking along the sidewalk in front of his church, our minister heard the intoning of a prayer that nearly made his collar wilt. Apparently, his 5-year-old son and his playmates had found a dead robin. Feeling that proper burial should be performed, they had secured a small box and cotton batting, then dug a hole and made ready for the disposal of the deceased. The minister%26#039;s son was chosen to say the appropriate prayers and with sonorous dignity intoned his version of what he thought his father always said: %26#039;Glory be unto the Faaather, and unto the Sonnn, and into the hole he goooes.%26#039;
10) SCHOOL
A little girl had just finished her first week of school. %26#039;I%26#039;m just wasting my time,%26#039; she said to her mother. %26#039;I can%26#039;t read, I can%26#039;t write, and they won%26#039;t let me talk!%26#039;
11) BIBLE
A little boy opened the big family bible. He was fascinated as he fingered through the old pages. Suddenly, something fell out of the Bible. He picked up the object and looked at it. What he saw was an old leaf that had been pressed in between the pages. %26#039;Mama, look what I found,%26#039; the boy called out. %26#039;What have you got there, dear?%26#039; With astonishment in the young boy%26#039;s voice, he answered, %26#039;I think it%26#039;s Adam%26#039;s underwear.
%26#039;Life is short, Break the rules, Forgive quickly, Kiss slowly, Love truly, Laugh uncontrollably, And never regret anything that made you smile. %26#039;
This is what my nextdoor neighbour told me happened when she took her three children out would you believe her
Oh my gosh...YES, I believe kids have said those things! They%26#039;re so funny! I%26#039;m going to read #2 OPINIONS for when my grandkids start school.
Somehow, I think a disclaimer may be necessary!
Reply:Lol, some of them are pretty good
Reply:Yes I would believe her! Kids seem to know the best thing to say at just the right moment! Chuckles!!
Reply:Very cute, I%26#039;d believe those stories!
Reply:kids say just what they think...love these ..you deserve a star
Reply:that all happened in one day? i wouldnt believe her
Reply:Laugh-laugh and laugh. Yes I believe it. Aren%26#039;t kids great !
Reply:Righty-O! I had to laugh when I noticed the question about the Scotsman yelling at Bono was deleted. Perhaps the term HO-RAY offended someone in the inner circle? What a WEE SHAME that some people have no reason to laugh at lifes%26#039;s little tragedies that come from a source of innocence! Thanks!
Reply:More good ones, Thanks.
Reply:this is great got a big kick out of it and so did my husband , thank you
Reply:Oh, these were great! I laughed out loud! Thank you.
#9 was sooooo funny! Now when I start giggling in church when the priest says %26quot;In the name of the Father...%26quot;, no one will know why!
Reply:O come on now. Your too much!
Reply:Funny :) have a star
Reply:LOL.....so cute and funny. I totally would believe it too. Kids say the darnest things.........
Reply:I did laugh uncontrollably.
Each one of them was exceptional.
Reply:Well I don%26#039;t regret reading this, it made me smile from beginning to end.
And no I don%26#039;t believe a word of it!
Reply:Wonderful Suzie, and a star for you. You do know that I pass these on , don%26#039;t you?
Reply:I believe every one - and chuckled at them all. I recall - therefore this is true - listening to a six-year-old singing All Things Bright and Beautiful - into which he sang: %26quot;All creatures grated small.%26quot; Just hoped the child had no small pets at home! Have a good day everyone!
flower
I was driving with my three young children one warm summer evening when a woman in the convertible ahead of us stood up and waved. She was stark naked! As I was reeling from the shock, I heard my 5-year-old shout from the back seat, %26#039;Mom! That lady isn%26#039;t wearing a seat belt!%26#039;
2) OPINIONS
On the first day of school, a first-grader handed his teacher a note from his mother. The note read, %26#039;The opinions expressed by this child are not necessarily those of his parents.%26#039;
3) KETCHUP
A woman was trying hard to get the ketchup out of the jar. During her struggle the phone rang so she asked her 4-year-old daughter to answer the phone. %26#039;Mommy can%26#039;t come to the phone to talk to you right now. She%26#039;s hitting the bottle.%26#039;
4) MORE NUDITY
A little boy got lost at the YMCA and found himself in the women%26#039;s locker room. When he was spotted, the room burst into shrieks, with ladies grabbing towels and running for cover. The little boy watched in amazement and then asked, %26#039;What%26#039;s the matter, haven%26#039;t you ever seen a little boy before?%26#039;
5) POLICE # 1
While taking a routine vandalism report at an elementary school, I was interrupted by a little girl about 6 years old. Looking up and down at my uniform, she asked, %26#039;Are you a cop?%26#039; %26#039;Yes,%26#039; I answered and continued writing the report. %26#039;My mother said if I ever needed help I should ask the police. Is that right?%26#039; %26#039;Yes, that%26#039;s right,%26#039; I told her. %26#039;Well, then,%26#039; she said as she extended her foot toward me, %26#039;would you please tie my shoe?%26#039;
6) POLICE # 2
It was the end of the day when I parked my police van in front of the station. As I gathered my equipment, my K-9 partner, Jake, was barking, and I saw a little boy staring in at me %26#039;Is that a dog you got back there?%26#039; he asked. %26#039;It sure is,%26#039; I replied. Puzzled, the boy looked at me and then towards the back of the van. Finally he said, %26#039;What%26#039;d he do?%26#039;
7) ELDERLY
While working for an organization that delivers lunches to elderly shut-ins, I used to take my 4-year-old daughter on my afternoon rounds. She was unfailingly intrigued by the various appliances of old age, particularly the canes, walkers and wheelchairs. One day I found her staring at a pair of false teeth soaking in a glass. As I braced myself for the inevitable barrage of questions, she merely turned and whispered, %26#039;The tooth fairy will never believe this!%26#039;
8) DRESS-UP
A little girl was watching her parents dress for a party, as they so often did. When she saw her dad donning his tuxedo, she warned, %26#039;Daddy, you shouldn%26#039;t wear that suit.%26#039; %26#039;And why not, darling?%26#039; %26#039;You know that it always gives you a headache the next morning. %26#039;
9) DEATH
While walking along the sidewalk in front of his church, our minister heard the intoning of a prayer that nearly made his collar wilt. Apparently, his 5-year-old son and his playmates had found a dead robin. Feeling that proper burial should be performed, they had secured a small box and cotton batting, then dug a hole and made ready for the disposal of the deceased. The minister%26#039;s son was chosen to say the appropriate prayers and with sonorous dignity intoned his version of what he thought his father always said: %26#039;Glory be unto the Faaather, and unto the Sonnn, and into the hole he goooes.%26#039;
10) SCHOOL
A little girl had just finished her first week of school. %26#039;I%26#039;m just wasting my time,%26#039; she said to her mother. %26#039;I can%26#039;t read, I can%26#039;t write, and they won%26#039;t let me talk!%26#039;
11) BIBLE
A little boy opened the big family bible. He was fascinated as he fingered through the old pages. Suddenly, something fell out of the Bible. He picked up the object and looked at it. What he saw was an old leaf that had been pressed in between the pages. %26#039;Mama, look what I found,%26#039; the boy called out. %26#039;What have you got there, dear?%26#039; With astonishment in the young boy%26#039;s voice, he answered, %26#039;I think it%26#039;s Adam%26#039;s underwear.
%26#039;Life is short, Break the rules, Forgive quickly, Kiss slowly, Love truly, Laugh uncontrollably, And never regret anything that made you smile. %26#039;
This is what my nextdoor neighbour told me happened when she took her three children out would you believe her
Oh my gosh...YES, I believe kids have said those things! They%26#039;re so funny! I%26#039;m going to read #2 OPINIONS for when my grandkids start school.
Somehow, I think a disclaimer may be necessary!
Reply:Lol, some of them are pretty good
Reply:Yes I would believe her! Kids seem to know the best thing to say at just the right moment! Chuckles!!
Reply:Very cute, I%26#039;d believe those stories!
Reply:kids say just what they think...love these ..you deserve a star
Reply:that all happened in one day? i wouldnt believe her
Reply:Laugh-laugh and laugh. Yes I believe it. Aren%26#039;t kids great !
Reply:Righty-O! I had to laugh when I noticed the question about the Scotsman yelling at Bono was deleted. Perhaps the term HO-RAY offended someone in the inner circle? What a WEE SHAME that some people have no reason to laugh at lifes%26#039;s little tragedies that come from a source of innocence! Thanks!
Reply:More good ones, Thanks.
Reply:this is great got a big kick out of it and so did my husband , thank you
Reply:Oh, these were great! I laughed out loud! Thank you.
#9 was sooooo funny! Now when I start giggling in church when the priest says %26quot;In the name of the Father...%26quot;, no one will know why!
Reply:O come on now. Your too much!
Reply:Funny :) have a star
Reply:LOL.....so cute and funny. I totally would believe it too. Kids say the darnest things.........
Reply:I did laugh uncontrollably.
Each one of them was exceptional.
Reply:Well I don%26#039;t regret reading this, it made me smile from beginning to end.
And no I don%26#039;t believe a word of it!
Reply:Wonderful Suzie, and a star for you. You do know that I pass these on , don%26#039;t you?
Reply:I believe every one - and chuckled at them all. I recall - therefore this is true - listening to a six-year-old singing All Things Bright and Beautiful - into which he sang: %26quot;All creatures grated small.%26quot; Just hoped the child had no small pets at home! Have a good day everyone!
flower
It's Spirit Week at school...?
Today was Wacky Monday, and I dressed crazzyyy! But tomorrow is career day, and I%26#039;m being a football player, but anyone know something cute to wear with the jersey or somthing? Wednesday is %26quot;Way-back Wednesday%26quot; and me and a bunch of my friends re dressing up as the cast from grease but i%26#039;m not exactly sure how to do all of that, I have a pink ladies jacket and thats it, what kinda shirt would i wear under that and what kinda pants and shoes, and stuff like that?
Any cute ideas would be great =D
It%26#039;s Spirit Week at school...?
do a side pony tail and put some pinkish makeup on! wear one of those poodle pink dresses and a white top with some high white socks and bowling like type shoes! that is so grease!
good luck! hope this helped!
•♥•
Reply:We also do that at my school and some girls here were the pink girls and their outfits were so cute, they were wearing a white tee that had their names written across and had white or pink or black or gray tights, and some really cute flats.
Reply:for grease: wear your hair in a high ponytail with a big,wide, pink ribbon in it.
underneath your sweater wear a white button up shirt with some cute pins on the shirt with a scarf around your neck. wear a long skirtwith it
Reply:U should wear a button down white or black shirt, with a denim pencil skirt u can get one at oldnavy for less than 20 dollars and some cute flats. I must agree with the others and say to wear you hair in a high ponytail with a ribbon in it.
Reply:wear black leggings- you can get them @ ltd 2-
http://www.limitedtoo.com/detail/4643474... - they%26#039;re $24.50
also- wear black ballet flats
Reply:For Grease
small canvass tennishoes w/ socks turned down at the ankle
Skirt that reaches mid-calf and is very full..
tight t-shirt w/ collar and a couple buttons (you know, like a polo shirt, only tight and short (coming to waist, not longer)
Hair.. ponytail..
wear a long scarf either in your ponytail (hanging down) or around your neck tied at the side
acne scar
Any cute ideas would be great =D
It%26#039;s Spirit Week at school...?
do a side pony tail and put some pinkish makeup on! wear one of those poodle pink dresses and a white top with some high white socks and bowling like type shoes! that is so grease!
good luck! hope this helped!
•♥•
Reply:We also do that at my school and some girls here were the pink girls and their outfits were so cute, they were wearing a white tee that had their names written across and had white or pink or black or gray tights, and some really cute flats.
Reply:for grease: wear your hair in a high ponytail with a big,wide, pink ribbon in it.
underneath your sweater wear a white button up shirt with some cute pins on the shirt with a scarf around your neck. wear a long skirtwith it
Reply:U should wear a button down white or black shirt, with a denim pencil skirt u can get one at oldnavy for less than 20 dollars and some cute flats. I must agree with the others and say to wear you hair in a high ponytail with a ribbon in it.
Reply:wear black leggings- you can get them @ ltd 2-
http://www.limitedtoo.com/detail/4643474... - they%26#039;re $24.50
also- wear black ballet flats
Reply:For Grease
small canvass tennishoes w/ socks turned down at the ankle
Skirt that reaches mid-calf and is very full..
tight t-shirt w/ collar and a couple buttons (you know, like a polo shirt, only tight and short (coming to waist, not longer)
Hair.. ponytail..
wear a long scarf either in your ponytail (hanging down) or around your neck tied at the side
acne scar
Aint Kids Grand?
The perceptions of a young mind
1) NUDITY
I was driving with my three young children one warm summer evening in Surfers Paradise when a woman in the convertible ahead of us stood up and waved. She was stark naked! As I was reeling from the shock, I heard my 5-year-old shout from the back seat, %26#039;Mom, that lady isn%26#039;t wearing a seat belt!%26#039;
2) OPINIONS
On the first day of school, a little boy handed his teacher a note from his mother. The note read, %26#039;The opinions expressed by this child are not necessarily those of his parents.%26#039;
3) Tomato Sauce
A woman was trying hard to get the last bit of tomato sauce out of the bottle. During her struggle the phone rang so she asked her 4-year-old daughter to answer the phone. %26#039;Mummy can%26#039;t come to the phone to talk to you right now. She%26#039;s hitting the bottle.%26#039;
4) MORE NUDITY
A little boy got lost at Fernwood ladies gym and found himself in the locker room. When he was spotted, the room burst into shrieks, with ladies grabbing towels and running for cover. The little boy watched in amazement and then asked, %26#039;What%26#039;s the matter, haven%26#039;t you ever seen a little boy before?%26#039;
5) POLICE # 1
While taking a routine vandalism report at a primary school, I was interrupted by a little girl about 6 years old. Looking up and down at my uniform, she asked, %26#039;Are you a policeman?%26#039; Yes,%26#039; I answered and continued writing the report.%26#039; My mother said if I ever needed help I should ask the police. Is that right?%26#039; %26#039;Yes, that%26#039;s right,%26#039; I told her. %26#039;Well, then,%26#039; she said as she extended her foot toward me, %26#039;would you please tie my shoe?%26#039;
6) POLICE # 2
It was the end of the day when I parked my police van in front of the station. As I gathered my equipment, my K-9 partner, Jake, was barking, and I saw a little boy staring in at me. %26#039;Is that a dog you got back there?%26#039; he asked.
%26#039;It sure is,%26#039; I replied.
Puzzled, the boy looked at me and then towards the back of the van. Finally he said, %26#039;What%26#039;d he do?%26#039;
7) ELDERLY
While working for meals-on-wheels where we delivered meals to the elderly, I used to take my 4-year-old daughter on my rounds. She was unfailingly intrigued by the various appliances of old age, particularly the canes, walkers and wheelchairs. One day I found her staring at a pair of false teeth soaking in a glass. As I braced myself for the inevitable barrage of questions, she merely turned and whispered, %26#039;The tooth fairy will never believe this!%26#039;
8) DRESS-UP
A little girl was watching her parents dress for a party. When she saw her dad donning his tuxedo, she warned, %26#039;Daddy, you shouldn%26#039;t wear that suit.%26#039;
%26#039;And why not, darling?%26#039;
%26#039;You know that it always gives you a headache the next morning.%26#039;
9) DEATH
While walking along the sidewalk in front of his church, our minister heard the intoning of a prayer that nearly made his collar wilt. Apparently, his 5-year-old son and his playmates had found a dead robin. Feeling that proper burial should be performed, they had secured a small box and cotton wool, then dug a hole and made ready for the disposal of the deceased.
The minister%26#039;s son was chosen to say the appropriate prayers and with sonorous dignity intoned his version of what he thought his father always said: %26#039;Glory be unto the Faaather, and unto the Sonnn, and into the hole he goooes.%26#039;
10) SCHOOL
A little girl had just finished her first week of school. %26#039;I%26#039;m just wasting my time,%26#039; she said to her mother. %26#039;I can%26#039;t read, I can%26#039;t write, and they won%26#039;t let me talk!%26#039;
11) BIBLE
A little boy opened the big family Bible. He was fascinated as he fingered through the old pages. Suddenly, something fell out of the Bible. He picked up the object and looked at it. What he saw was an old leaf that had been pressed in between the pages.
%26#039;Mama, look what I found,%26#039; the boy called out.
%26#039;What have you got there, dear?%26#039;
With astonishment in the young boy%26#039;s voice, he answered, %26#039;I think it%26#039;s Adam%26#039;s underwear!%26#039;
Aint Kids Grand?
This was a great post!! Really funny and conceivable too!!
I wish I could give you ten stars for this...
Thanks for making my morning!!
Reply:Thanks Spectre, for another smile! Report It
Reply:Hi mate what a lucky man you are the last one I saw like that had no seat belt just a chastity belt . be honest were you reeling from shock ?
Reply:lmao .. they were classic!! Cant believe that #1 actually happened .. then again its been a while since I%26#039;ve been to Surfers so who knows? lol =)
Reply:Classic!
Reply:ROFL!!!!!
Reply:very cute
yes kids are grand
Reply:kids are funny.
books title a
1) NUDITY
I was driving with my three young children one warm summer evening in Surfers Paradise when a woman in the convertible ahead of us stood up and waved. She was stark naked! As I was reeling from the shock, I heard my 5-year-old shout from the back seat, %26#039;Mom, that lady isn%26#039;t wearing a seat belt!%26#039;
2) OPINIONS
On the first day of school, a little boy handed his teacher a note from his mother. The note read, %26#039;The opinions expressed by this child are not necessarily those of his parents.%26#039;
3) Tomato Sauce
A woman was trying hard to get the last bit of tomato sauce out of the bottle. During her struggle the phone rang so she asked her 4-year-old daughter to answer the phone. %26#039;Mummy can%26#039;t come to the phone to talk to you right now. She%26#039;s hitting the bottle.%26#039;
4) MORE NUDITY
A little boy got lost at Fernwood ladies gym and found himself in the locker room. When he was spotted, the room burst into shrieks, with ladies grabbing towels and running for cover. The little boy watched in amazement and then asked, %26#039;What%26#039;s the matter, haven%26#039;t you ever seen a little boy before?%26#039;
5) POLICE # 1
While taking a routine vandalism report at a primary school, I was interrupted by a little girl about 6 years old. Looking up and down at my uniform, she asked, %26#039;Are you a policeman?%26#039; Yes,%26#039; I answered and continued writing the report.%26#039; My mother said if I ever needed help I should ask the police. Is that right?%26#039; %26#039;Yes, that%26#039;s right,%26#039; I told her. %26#039;Well, then,%26#039; she said as she extended her foot toward me, %26#039;would you please tie my shoe?%26#039;
6) POLICE # 2
It was the end of the day when I parked my police van in front of the station. As I gathered my equipment, my K-9 partner, Jake, was barking, and I saw a little boy staring in at me. %26#039;Is that a dog you got back there?%26#039; he asked.
%26#039;It sure is,%26#039; I replied.
Puzzled, the boy looked at me and then towards the back of the van. Finally he said, %26#039;What%26#039;d he do?%26#039;
7) ELDERLY
While working for meals-on-wheels where we delivered meals to the elderly, I used to take my 4-year-old daughter on my rounds. She was unfailingly intrigued by the various appliances of old age, particularly the canes, walkers and wheelchairs. One day I found her staring at a pair of false teeth soaking in a glass. As I braced myself for the inevitable barrage of questions, she merely turned and whispered, %26#039;The tooth fairy will never believe this!%26#039;
8) DRESS-UP
A little girl was watching her parents dress for a party. When she saw her dad donning his tuxedo, she warned, %26#039;Daddy, you shouldn%26#039;t wear that suit.%26#039;
%26#039;And why not, darling?%26#039;
%26#039;You know that it always gives you a headache the next morning.%26#039;
9) DEATH
While walking along the sidewalk in front of his church, our minister heard the intoning of a prayer that nearly made his collar wilt. Apparently, his 5-year-old son and his playmates had found a dead robin. Feeling that proper burial should be performed, they had secured a small box and cotton wool, then dug a hole and made ready for the disposal of the deceased.
The minister%26#039;s son was chosen to say the appropriate prayers and with sonorous dignity intoned his version of what he thought his father always said: %26#039;Glory be unto the Faaather, and unto the Sonnn, and into the hole he goooes.%26#039;
10) SCHOOL
A little girl had just finished her first week of school. %26#039;I%26#039;m just wasting my time,%26#039; she said to her mother. %26#039;I can%26#039;t read, I can%26#039;t write, and they won%26#039;t let me talk!%26#039;
11) BIBLE
A little boy opened the big family Bible. He was fascinated as he fingered through the old pages. Suddenly, something fell out of the Bible. He picked up the object and looked at it. What he saw was an old leaf that had been pressed in between the pages.
%26#039;Mama, look what I found,%26#039; the boy called out.
%26#039;What have you got there, dear?%26#039;
With astonishment in the young boy%26#039;s voice, he answered, %26#039;I think it%26#039;s Adam%26#039;s underwear!%26#039;
Aint Kids Grand?
This was a great post!! Really funny and conceivable too!!
I wish I could give you ten stars for this...
Thanks for making my morning!!
Reply:Thanks Spectre, for another smile! Report It
Reply:Hi mate what a lucky man you are the last one I saw like that had no seat belt just a chastity belt . be honest were you reeling from shock ?
Reply:lmao .. they were classic!! Cant believe that #1 actually happened .. then again its been a while since I%26#039;ve been to Surfers so who knows? lol =)
Reply:Classic!
Reply:ROFL!!!!!
Reply:very cute
yes kids are grand
Reply:kids are funny.
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