The Grass Doctor

Does patch perfect work? i need grass in my backyard quick...?

Durable grass for dog areas? I am in Zone 5 Indiana. Anyone know of a durable grass seed for my dog's areas? He has a huge kennel/ run and is also on a 50' tie out in the front. We had a major drought last summer and the grass died early. In certain areas, even no more than he is outside, he has worn off the grass in those areas. He loves being out and playing in the rain but it results in him being a muddy mess, not to mention it's ruining our lawn. Any particular grass seed more durable? Also, have any of you tried the quick grass or perfect patch grass covers? I've heard they grow quickly, which would be a fast help w/ the mud situation, but that they are only anuals. Perhaps I could do one of those and then plant a durable perinial seed too, once the grass started to grow? Any tips are appreciated.

does anyone know of a quick, easy, and efficient way of growing lots of grass on my torn up lawn? my lawn has all of these patches of missing and ripped up grass. does anyone know a way to grow grass easily, efficiently, and quickly? 10 points up for grabs!

Lawn grass is dead and it wont grow with watering? i live in texas and we have gone for 73 days without rain and everytime this happens a bunch of patches of grass die and they take a couple of months to frow back! so my grass is dead and i want to help it grow back and stay back. does anyone know how to grow grass? or grow it back? or know of a product that grows grass quick?!

What is the best, quickest and maybe cheapest way to make grass grow again in a baseball field? My school's baseball field was severely damaged by a game of soccer in the rain. There is an entire patch on the left field where the game was held that has absolutely no grass and the earth is uneven thanks to the holes made by soccer players. I need the field to be in great conditions for an upcoming softball tournament on april 20, which is going to be a big fundraiser for my class.

How can I make grass grow back quickly after being burned? A patch in my yard accidently caught on fire. I need to get it fixed ASAP. Any advice on how to make it grow back really quick would be GREATLY appeciated. Thanks.

Lawn from grass seed in winter? I have a northfacing garden (shady, with v little sun, especially this time of year), our lawn has been used as a walkway for neighbours doing maintenance work and subsequently has ended up with bald and muddy patches everywhere - our house is on the market so we need to get it looking healthy quick, any tips?

How to turn a weedy field into a nice lawn? Least amount of money? I am trying to turn a vacant field that is full of weeds into a small backyard baseball field. The area is a bit uneven but I can deal with that. I mowed down the weeds to about the length that grass would be. I want this to be ready sometime by the summer so the quicker the better. How can I turn this weedy field into a nice looking patch of grass?

Quick! should i pay next doors gardener £20 to do my front garden/lawn..? this guy is mowing my neighbours garden and i asked him how much it would cost to do my front garden (it hasnt been cut since may so has a rather wild look about it- jungle/meadow about 2 foot long with crazy flowers growing in it) i had a patch done (before lawn mower broke) which i was rather disappointed with as it was made crew cut and was brown & dry underneath the green lush jungle/meadow, so i thought i wouldnt have it done again and leave it meadow like.. however, next doors gardener is over so i asked how much it would be to have it done. he said £20 ($40) the patch of grass is small and only the size of a mini bus or van... should i have it done (he said he would be over when he was done with neighbour) or should i just leave the long (its as long as it will grow now & is sheltered from the street by bushes so no one can really see it & the neighbours/council dont mind?) otherwise friend said they could have a go for free (when i get new blades 4 my mower) what do i do guys? choices: 1. have it done now for £20 ($40) & see if i want it done again. 2. take gardeners card then decide or ask him next time he does my neighbours garden. 3. leave it a meadow (its as long as it will go, and is kinda cool) 4. see what my friend can do for free when my lawn mower is fixed & pay in kindness/trip to pub? thanks

Quickest Way to Grow Grass, Lawn Kind, Tip or Secret!? I would only like answers from the experienced Green Thumb People. It is to rejuvinate barron patches.

Monocot to experiment with? I need a quick to germinate monocot plant, is possible. I don't want to use grass, because you typically plant grass in patches and I'm testing these plants individually. Does anyone have any ideas? Actually, it's preferred that it germinates quickly, but not required. And no corn please. I forgot to mention that. ^^ And do you plants that could grow outside in this weather? I live in Illinois, it's not really SNOWING here, but it gets really chilly sometimes and warm other times during the winter.

Cat Grass 'n' Furr-Balls Anyone? We have two cats, one male, one female who don't get out as we have a problem of cats going missing in the area (although my girlfriend takes them out on a harness lol) the male one does most of the grooming and occasionally you'll hear him trying to cough up the ol' fur-balls. We got a tube of anti fur-ball cream, she loves it (the cat, not my girl) but he hates it so we got a tray of cat grass, it's about a week since we started it off and now it's pretty much good to go, it's grown well quick in the heat of the past week :) there's lots of it, long and green, i suppose i'm wondering should we give our cats access to it at all times or put it away and give them it every couple of days or once week or what? Will it keep growing in the tray or will it die off? Could i move it into a patch in the garden? Any help or general fur-ball advice would be tidy. our Cats are great :D

Growing a new lawn with seed. Need Help Quick!? A recently sowed lawn using evergreen multi purpose seed, followed all instructions as good as i could, prep, raked, de weeded/stoned etc sowed seed and have been watering daily. Results so far where nothing from 1 week after sowing then has been growing quickly for the last 2 days. My question is that the grass seems to be growing in patches. Ive noticed some smaller shoots in the balder areas. Is this natural and should just leave it be or do i do some repair work now at the early stage of the lawn? I have no experience growing grass and need a good answer here quick. Thanks in advance. A

How do I get there? Pokemon diamond? In pokemon Diamond, on route 209, just after the ramp that leads up to the lost tower, there is a patch of grass to the left. If you go through it and head north (Forward) There another ramp, but there is a big rock blocking it. How do I get up there? Please don't tell me whats up there, though, I really wanna get up there. Quickest, or most detailed answer gets best.

Best way to plant grass plugs? I desperately need to fill in some patches in my back lawn with a good quality and hard wearing new grass species. I don't want to put down seed or buy grass on the roll. I was thinking of getting the little trays that have the smaller plugs which already have some roots. What I want to know is, will it be okay to put one here and there or should I put as many in a a square metre as possible. I can't spend much money so just wondering on the best technique. I don't care if it takes a couple of years but I eventually want the new grass to take over the existing grass that I already have and I know it's not going to be a quick process.

Turn brown/dead grass green again? Our beautiful lawn is now yellow with dead patches (dirt). We stopped watering it as much, and also parked cars on it over night as well as washed the cars on the lawn - soap and dirt! What's a quick way to make it green and full again? How much should I water it? We have a lot of sun right now in southern Cali.

Tell me about my story yes? Screaming people and cotton candy stands are what you expect out of a fair. It's a little disappointing that some people hardly ever give the idea of others throwing up candy apple bits, like they do in the movies, a chance. The only way for someone to do so, is if they eat too much sweets on a hot fair day, not all hope is lost. To be honest, I don't really like fairs. Dirt and grass patches here and there, flashy rides, couples, five friend groups, pricey tickets, grouchy old people complaining about not having a place to sit, and always being alone or with my parents. My younger cousin is usually alone as well, or tied to watching even younger cousins or siblings. Thus, my parents and I invited her to go with us to the fairgrounds. I know that my cousin was little and was probably going to go crazy, but the thing I really didn't expect but was ready for, was her wanting to go on all the rides. To be exact, the rides that involve going thirty-four or so feet in the air, then swooping down mercilessly. The kind of rides where you have to close your eyes and think, "I love you Jesus, I'm sorry for not believing in you, I love you Jesus! Don't let me go flying fifty feet away!" So that maybe, just maybe, you won't end up in a morgue. The sun was gradually doing down when we left the house. By time we got at half a mile away from the fairgrounds, the fence that lined the it was becoming more and more visable. My cousin, Angela, was stretching her little neck as far as it would go, to gawk at the approaching wonderland. I pretended like I didn't care, that changed and I was exposed when I got out of the car faster than normal. "Eeeh, not that bad." my mother commented, with a soft giggle and warm smile. Eeveryone laughed as well. As I followed my parents, I listened attentively to the screams and music that played as the fairs theme song. Smelling dirt and popcorn as we neared the entrance, and carefully avoiding the passing cars. The line was fairly short, so we got out entrance tickets pretty quick. After my father paid for the tickets, we had to go through a narrow gate to get our hands stamped as proof we paid to get it. As soon as everyone got a stamp, my father gave both Angela and me ten dollars for tickets. "No it's ok, I have money." Angela said. "Naw, just take it. You're the guest." my father replied cooly. Angela said her thank yous and we stood in line yet again, for out ride tickets. "So what ride do you want to go on first?" Angela asked right away and in her best, I'll-let-you-pick voice. Looking at her with an eyebrow raised, I replied, "It doesn't matter." With a semi-huge smile, she half-ran to a ride called, "The Crane," she pointed up at it and squealed, "This one! Is that ok?" I nodded and stood in line with her, while silently thinking to myself, "Why is standing in line so much fun?" My heart was pounding a mile a minute. Last time I even dared to go on a ride like this, was two years ago. My anxiety hit an all time high as I watched the faces of the people who were riding the ride. They either had their eyes closed or wide open. Standing there, playing with my jacket sleeve, my imagination got the best of me. "What if the ride is like 'Final Destination'?" "What if the person at the controls gets drunk on spiked lemonade or becomes psycho and kills us all." I kept thinking. Fidgetting even more. Of course, I had to stop and at least act unfazed when it was our turn. Giving the guy out tickets, we took off our shoes and put out electronics in a plastic bin, which was convinietly placed for anyone who didn't have pockets or was afraid of it flying out. The floor was metal-like and made a thud or clacking sound with each step. Looking around, I trotted to the seats where no one was sitting, Angela followed with a grin. It was very difficult to get in the seat, it was so high and if you weren't careful, painful. As we were finally getting adjusted, the saftey rail came down, Angela and I stared at eachother wide eyed. "It's starting, no turning back now." I yelled over the music, unsure if she could hear me. She nodded, smiling and bouncing. My hands automatically clutched the rail, the second I saw the floor slowly caved in. Slowly and steadily the crane started moving from side to side. "Well, this is fun." I said matter of factly, mostly to myself. As I was barly relaxing and enjoying the ride, it moved higher and higher, rotating ever so slightly. "I spoke too soon!" I thought. Squeezing my eyes shut and clinging to the saftey rail. I could see the senario, even though my eyes were closed. Angela was letting out short screams and rapid laughter, moving her legs to and fro. Almost every other face mimicked Angelas. "I was not born for the air, I'm meant for the ground just like a cat." I cried in my head, making a half-hearted attempt to relieve some of the fear. After the third time of reciting, I o this was my homework, personal narrative. i came up with something last minute to turn in and it needed to be proofread, but the thing a ma bob got cut short :[ so eh. not good with first person.

How to get rid of weeds? I have a patch of weeds that I need to kill. I am going to put grass there so I don't want to change the pH of the soil. Is there a quick way to do this?

My dog takes forever to take care of business? Ok - So I've never had a male dog. I've always had females. I live in a 3rd floor apartment, and either me or my girlfriend will take our 65lb shepherd mix for a run or bike ride. At the absolute very least, we'll take him for a few walks per day. I got used to the fact that males will pee two or three times per walk to spread their scent, as opposed to one nice, big long pee that the females would do. No big deal. But recently, a normally 5 minute walk has transformed into a 15 minute ordeal as he meticulously finds that "perfect blade of grass" to lay his waste upon. It drives me absolutely insane. With the lousy spring weather, sometimes I don't want to take him for a long walk, or stand at the same patch of grass as he circles and circles and circles. Every other dog I've ever owned would go out, drop trow, and be back in the house in a matter of minutes. This punk will hold it in for 24hrs or more until we coooperate with him, or until it just pops out of him. Sometimes I want to bear hug him to squeeze it out. The most annoying thing is that I know he has to go. He will whine, and lay by the door. I'll let him out to the front yard, and he won't go. He needs to be walked. Fine. So I'll take him for a quick walk. If we don't stop and let him inspect his area for several minutes, he won't go. It ticks me off! One afternoon I refused to walk him. I MADE him go in the front yard. I gave him a few minutes to pick a spot and go, or we went back inside. I let him out each and every hour after he ate breakfast. He ate dinner. He ate another breakfast. Finally lunch the next day, he went outside right in the front yard. The thing is, is that it was WAY too much work. He's back at his old tricks - refusing to go unless we take our grand old time. He went at lunch yesterday, and then I let him out this morning after he ate bfast, and nothing. Not a big deal. I just got home from work and took him for a quick walk, stopping at all his favorites spots. Nothing. Yet he comes back in here and whines. Drives me CRAZY!

live in sf bayarea and cant get grass seeds to germinate. use pennington all in one grass seeds.? the bag has seeds and starter fertilizer in it. the area i need to seed are very small about 1 ft. i followed directions and water 3 times a day for a couple of minutes. and weather has been consistently above 60. 2 weeks and no germination. is there a seed that will germinate faster than other seeds? also the expiration date has not passed. saw patch perfect commercial. why are those seeds superior. what seeds should i use. i want a seed that will germinate quicker than other seeds.

Dream of Alligator attacking boyfriend? We were walking though some factory with all of these dogs running around. I don't remember feeling scared, just kind of confused. Afterwards my boyfriend and I went outside to look at the view because we were in the Everglades somewhere. There was a huge Alligator sitting out in the sun and he wanted to take a really close picture of it, I warned him and begged him not to but he tried to get as close to it as possible. Then the alligator noticed him. My boyfriend tried to run away but the gator was too quick and bit onto his ankle. Instead of screaming out he laughed and kept trying to run away. Then he managed to get free and he ran away but the gator dove into the water and my boy decided to run along the grass near the water but he kept falling in and I kept trying to pull him out and then we both fell into the water but we managed to get out and hide on a patch of grass but the alligator just kept circling us. What's this mean?

How do I get the people around me to clean up after their dogs? I live in apartment building downtown and behind my building is a patch of grass where basically all of the dogs in the area go to go to the bathroom. This area is handy in the early morning or late at night when I just need to take my dog out for a quick pee or poop before he actually goes on his "real" walk. But it's becoming so disgusting!! Just becuase of a few people who do not clean up after their dogs. I have mentioned to people that there is a $168 fine for not cleaning up after their dog and they say "oh I forgot my bag" or something, but then I see them all the time out the window and they NEVER clean up the poop! I would like to be able to walk and run around with my dog there, but I can't, because there is crap everywhere. Just today, I saw this dog have awful diarrhea three times and his owner just stood there smoking and yelling at him. Then she let him off leash (DOWNTOWN ON A BUSY STREET! and her dog does not listen to her, so she is putting it at risk), and her poopy dog came over and was playing with my dog, while it had poop all over it. How can I get people to clean up? Should I put up a sign? Should I call the SPCA and complain? I"m sure they have bigger problems to worry about, like abuse. I just don't know what to do, it's so gross and annoying. It is part of a parking lot which you have to pay to park. The grass is cut by the city.

New barn, just moved, problems already? I recently moved my mare to our new barn and things have been a little rocky. I was really excited about moving but there were a few things that made me a little nervous. Firstly, the owner of the barn came to pick me up. It was a brand new trailer, really nice, but it had a ramp and my mare has only used step ups. So of course she was frustrated. I didn't like that when she took almost a half hour to load, the woman got upset and started asking me if I had practiced and if I had a shank. I calmly said she always loads fine and I never use a shank on her, ever. I don't consider it abuse at all, I just never needed one, and if I did I just used another method. I felt bad because she was trying to be a good girl and wanted to hop in, she was pawing at the ramp, but the woman didn't want to give her the time. I was upset the whole drive there. Then I get there and I find out that she does all mare turnout with five other mares. My biggest concern is that my mare has social problems from being locked in a stall for a year before I rescued her. I told the owner this and before we came she said we might be able to get her in a smaller group but I haven't heard anything about that since. Every day she runs back and forth in the paddock because they won't let her graze at all. She comes in sweaty and upset every day. I know it's only been a week, but I have seen her hop into a paddock no problem the first day and she was fine the second. I am going to give it time but I feel awful seeing her so mercilessly bullied. My final qualm comes when I find out that the land owner (not the barn manager) has a stallion there, and I was not aware he was even there before I moved her. I have never seen him turned out, never even seen him in the barn, which means he is probably restless. I let my mare graze on a patch of grass after a lesson and she usually has no problem just sitting and grazing. So, I left her to graze while I ran to grab some brushes and I came back to see she had made her way into the separate barn to the stored hay bales. I heard a loud shriek that scared the hell out of me and I found her happily munching away while this poor guy is flipping out. I know he has to be aggressive with the way he responded. It was pretty scary. My main concern comes when she has already been leased for a 2012 foal. The stud fee for our chosen stallion is 2500 and the only way she is getting the breeding is because my leasee knows the owner personally. You really can't say no to that opportunity. As a quick explination, we had no idea what kind of horse she would turn out to be before we rescued her. She suprisingly has an excellent pedigree and conformation to die for. She really was a diamond in the rough. I don't want anyone assuming I'm a backyard breeder. Honestly, I know for a fact that a wood fence or a thin electric fence wouldn't stop that little barn stallion from getting to those mares who are all so conveniently together. So I guess I'm looking for some opinions. Should I just start asking questions or should I just get out when the month is through? Other than these issues it's a nice place, great stalls, care, and good paddocks etc. I like the barn, but I'm concerned with these problems and that more like them might show up. Thanks for all the great advice, but I have to add a little detail. Since it was hot yesterday I didn't ride, but I took some time to visit that stallion. Now that I've visited I feel awful for the poor guy. Originally he looked like a Friesian with a quick glance, but now he definitely looks like a quarter horse, he just has a badly mangled/tangled mane and forelock. He looks like he hasn't seen a farrier in months, is outrageously stocked up, and FAT. The reason I never see him outside is because he never goes outside! He just hangs out and stares out his windows all day. At least the barn is cool, but still, he is a stallion which means he needs even more activity to get him through the day. He's a sweetheart really, very affectionate and quite a lover, but he seems very resentful and shy. From the way he reacted to the grass I gave him, he hasn't been outside in a long time. Now I know it's not the barn manager's horse, but still. I'd give the poor lad the benefit of the doubt and get him the heck outta there. And yes the paddocks are small maybe a 1/4 of an acre. I wouldn't put any more than two horses in there and there are six now. At my last place there were two horses in each paddock about a 1/4 of an acre with good grazing land and it worked out great for them. I feel like it would be better to find groups that get along instead of just putting them together by gender. Mares can be nasty.

What are your thoughts on living in a house vs apartment? I was raised in a house and it drives me crazy that my 9 yr old daughter has spent almost 6 years living in an apartment. Moving into a house is high on my priority list, and to be honest - I feel like a failure for not being able to afford one yet. ... I would like to hear other peoples' thoughts on the subject. Our apartment really is nice. The walls, ceiling, and floor are in much better condition than any of the houses I have lived in. And I like how quick the landlords are to repair any problems and how they take care of landscaping-related tasks for us. ... When I think of that I am happy here. But then there are times when I wish my daughter had a proper yard to play in (instead of a sidewalk and the patch of grass at the edge of the parking lot). And there are times when she cannot get a good night's sleep because the neighbors are playing music or watching tv. I will ask them if it is like the middle of the night to keep the noise down, but I don't think I can really expect grownups to get quiet at 8:30pm. No pool or anything. It is a small complex. One building containing four 2-bedroom places and four 1-bedroom places. No furry pets allowed, but we do have parakeets. If we walk a few blocks she can play at the football field. But it would be nice if we had more space where I could just send her out while I am working in the house. K - If I moved to a house, it would be a rent house. There is one nice house for sale in my price range, but I'd be in trouble if it needed repairs. And it would be too small if I ever had more kids. Oh yeah, and I do like the townhouse option. - I will keep an eye out for those too but I couldn't find any open last time I looked. (well, except I did find 1 that said no kids allowed!)

Is my book good for a 14 year old? Sorry it's a little long. Constructive criticism is appreciated. Did I ever think I would get to a point in my life where I was praying for the three cherries to appear in front of me? At sixteen, typically one wouldn't be gambling like this. But I was at desperate measures. I could feel the ripped, silk gloves rubbing against my fingers, keeping them tightly crossed. With my free hand, I ripped off my stained, cross necklace and let it hit the floor. My eyes follow the machine which seemed to be spinning forever. It's funny how one week can change your entire life. A chain of events leading to the next happen in an abnormally fast sequence. You wonder why life has changed so fast, and how you've met all these people you didn't know the week before. Life gets better and better every day, until you fall flat on your face. Realizing that if you didn't make that one wrong turn, you could have saved yourself a lot of hurt. How did this all begin? Let's take a look... Adrenaline dashing through my veins as I unsuccessfully attempted to flag down the school bus, the last thing I expected was to trip over a stray garbage can. Trash askew all over me, I stared down the people in the back of the bus in hysterics due to my misfortune. It drawing further down the street, I tossed a bruised banana peel sitting on my pant leg onto the patch of grass beside me. I'll have to admit I was chuckling a bit myself as well, because this was a rather interesting way to begin my 15th birthday. I guess I deserved it, considering it was my fault that I set Percy (my alarm clock) to 6 PM instead of 6 AM. Yes, I name inanimate objects. Why? Because my best friend from my old school, Sarah, and I decided it would be a good way to cheer each other up by naming the items before we packed them up into an empire of cardboard boxes. Yes, we're crazy. But anyway, I'm getting a little off-topic here... Sometimes I wished I didn't have days like this, where I was stuck walking to school in the frigid mid-November weather, my fiery red hair hitting against my face. In Danbury, Connecticut it was typically pretty cold this time of year. Originating from California before my mom met my soon to be step-father on a business trip, I wasn't used to this kind of weather. I guess I haven't exactly adapted to it yet... that and my new life. After all I've only been here about a week. My story is just as complicated as it is irrelevant, and I don't feel like explaining it at the moment. Just from looking at me you should be able to figure most of it out, if you're skilled at piecing things together. I also don't like it when people pity me, especially because other people have much worse lives. It's unfair to complain when there are people with worse lives than we. And no, I'm not some perfect humanitarian who pretends to care about problems going on in the world for the sake of making every one else think you're a saint. Ironically, these types of people are usually vindictive and mean spirited. Luckily, because of prior experience I'm quick to see right through fake people. At school, I've spotted out tons of fake people so far. It was easy to see who the popular people were, as well as the stuck up popular girls. The only way I get through it all is by attempting to keep in contact with Sarah over text, but half the time she doesn't seem too interested in what I have to say, and is always hanging out with Julie Collingsworth, who she secretly declared her hatred for when we had those lengthly talks at sleepovers about anything as the night starts to wind down. (Girls, you know what I'm talking about). It seemed to go by quickly... walking into school late with a tomato red face from the cold, being called on for attendance, falling asleep once or twice, having teachers call me “Samantha Paxton” instead of just Sam, and soon ending up in period 3... my favorite class, English. Unfortunately Mrs. Sadella wasn't here so therefor we had a substitute. Every one was in their separate groups with their friends laughing and being carefree, completely ignoring me as I sat in the center. Shrunken into my slouched body, I tried to focus on the boring book I was reading, considering every one else was laughing and talking to their friends. I knew some of them were probably talking about how pathetic I looked, but it didn't bother me much. The only time being a loner annoyed me was when I thought about how content I was at my old school. It hasn't exactly grown on me to care about what people think of me here, just like when you go on vacation, obviously you pay attention to your appearance, but not as much because you don't know anyone and don't exactly care about what they think of you. I usually wouldn't do what was assigned... (that is, if I actually had friends...) which was already written on the board, it said to read s to read silently or free write. The substitute, whom I didn't know by name, waddled into the classroom in her dull, brown sweat suit. She had a blank expression on her face but her presence made you shiver because you could tell by the way she eyed the students that she didn't find them very appropriate. Her boyish brown hair flew up in different directions, even though it was greasy from being gelled down with moose. Even though she had make up caked on, you could still tell she was pretty old due to her wrinkles and crows feet around her dull, olive green eyes. She quickly silenced the class as she stood at the front of the room. It didn't take her long to make every one sit up straight. She explained the directions with a monotonous voice which made me want to fall asleep and/or vomit. When one guy, I think his name was Louis, asked what we were supposed to do (I guess he didn't hear her because of the obvious, failed-attempt at whispering in the back) she was quick to tell him of him off. “I just explained it, did you not just hear me? Every body get to work, free write or read,” She had a highly annoying Brooklyn accent, and I felt bad for Louis who, although tall, shrunk right into his seat. After realizing how boring this book was (plus, reading isn't my thing) I decided it might be better to write about how I was feeling about this substitute. So, I picked up my pen and began jotting down whatever came to mind... Typical substitute. Miserable, condescending. Typical students. Afraid to say what every one else is thinking, but who am I to judge them? I'm as much of a coward as any other in this room. It's sad, knowing a teacher has free range to disrespect students, but when they step out of line, the student is powerless. It's not as though I'm against rules and discipline, but this particular teacher undermined and degraded Louis, with no rhyme or reason whatsoever. It wasn't the worst thing I've ever seen, but I have a huge problem with unjustifiable

I would like it if you could tell me how good this story is! Can you rate it on a scale from 1-10? Militaristics Book One Lynette By: Gillian Annie Garman-Davis- Diamond Table Of Contents Prologue II Chapter One The Reasonings 1 Chapter Two Jobs 3 Chapter Three Working 8 I Prologue The tip-toes of boots on grass sounded clearly in the neighborhood, but since no one was listening, they would never notice. The sneaker, whoever they were, was trying to hide, hide from the follower. The sound got quicker, obviously meaning the sneaker was quickening their pace. No sound of breath came from the sneaker, but roars came from the follower, and thumps sounded through, loudly. The sneaker wasn’t fast enough, but they were quiet enough. They stood, barely breathing, beside a house. The follower stomped on ahead, roaring in frustration as it lost its prey. “Better luck catching ‘er next time, eh?” It roared to itself. The sneaker didn’t try to run; she knew the follower’s ways. It would try to find her, but it would only blunder through the darkness, unable to find its prey and afraid to return to its dark master. The sneaker was having trouble breathing; the air seemed to be trapped inside her, it wanted to run to the nearest plants. The sneaker kept quiet, waiting, listening. The follower tramped on by her, its nose close to the soft earth, sniffing. It paused, right in front of the sneaker, but then moved on, until it was heard no more. The sneaker let out a breath, then returned to the follower’s game of predator and prey. Not another sound was heard throughout the neighborhood besides the sighs of the slumbering people in the houses. Nothing moved, no light but the stars and moon, and no whispers of “goodnights” or “I love you’s.” II Chapter One The Reasonings Life was hard for the little Lynette, who experienced many tragedies that young ones should never even hear of, like her eye being punctured, or losing the ability to feel with her knees. When Lynette was a wee child, not even past breast feeding, her mother experimented hair dye on her daughter, and the hair dye she used was meant to turn your hair pink. When she tried it, the young girl’s hair was dyed at the roots that were hard to remove, since younglings’ have soft heads. The poor child was teased and taunted for the color of her hair. She loved it when she was young, but as she grew older, she lost things that teenagers shouldn’t have lost. Lynette was only a small girl when it happened. On her seventh birthday, on the exact hour she was born, Lynette fell. Not only did she fall, she fell with the knife she always used to cut the birthday cake, since she was four, anyways. As she fell, she tried to break her fall with her tiny hand that held the birthday cake cutting knife, which was her right, writing, hand, which I’m sure we would all do. She wasn’t fast enough, so when she fell, her head when towards the grass, near her hand. She tried to drop the knife and catch her fall, but, alas, no, her reflexes weren’t fully developed yet, so her hand moved right under her left eye, in hopes to be able to roll over and not hurt herself at all. But, her head kept falling and went right into her left eye. You can imagine, I’m sure, the shock upon the mother’s face when little Lynette looked up, her left eye bleeding. There was a small clinic nearby, but they were too late. Lynette had her eye taken out, and she wore a little navy blue-y purple eye patch to hide the hole of her eye. Another one I might tell you is the telling of her sour and foul mood. As she slowly progressed through teenage life, Lynette had to deal with many people calling her a sissy for the accident her mother did when she was young. When she realized that her hair should’ve been dark black, she was 1 glad that her mother had even made the tiny mistake. After years of running, hiding, and dodging bullies and crazy elders, Lynette lost the nerves in her knees. She could walk right, but she couldn’t feel with them. She knew she couldn’t ever be able to fall and feel the explosion of hurt there; she missed it, even, in future years. And lastly, I must tell you that Lynette was beyond words. She had the brains of five school teachers, and she wore clothes that suited her. She was, to the best of my description, beautiful. She could walk in style, talk with out stuttering, and best of all, she could dress like a military leader. Now, I can go too far on this, but I won’t. She wore a tight navy blue-y purple jacket that buttoned underneath her chest, and it was fleeced along the edges, and she had a It's been changed-I don't know how much I have changed it, but I know not all of those things are in it, and I have fixed a few things! Point out any errors I have made! :) Please and thank you! :) I know this one has a lot of errors! I have a different version, but since I'm at my dad's, I can't get to it-it's on the cpu at my mom's. Thanks for your honest opinion! By the way, I couldn't post the whole thing, so please don't make any more comments on paragraph shortages or not many pages! If anything, this is a rough draft! :) I have many stories, and I have high hopes for publishing all of them!!!

What is the meaning of Snake bite in dreams? last night (04.10.2010). i had a dream that is . a dry grass was burning patch by patch. i was watching it suddenly i saw a girl shouting for help. me & my friend (Don't know who is he) ran to her to help her, i asked her what is the problem . Because she is standing safely from the fire. she told me to help the snake which was trying to escape from the fire. i saw the snake (white & light yellow in color) it was jumping about ten feet to escape from the fire. i went near it while it jumps i caught the snake . but suddenly the snake bits be in my neck. i know i was venomed .i called my doctor and told him i was bitten by a snake and he told me not to panic. while u get panic the venom gets very quick to u r brain and make u to die. so i was very very calm . went home in half conscious told my mother. my mother called an ambulance they took me to hospital. when i reach hospital i was fully down. they are giving me heart current to get me back for three or four times. and Iam back and goes into a unconscious stage. but after some day (Don't know how many days) i was standing and talking to my friends (Don't know who he is) asking him is there any snake teeth hole in back of my neck. he asking me to touch urself and see............................. i got up from the dream touched myself behind my neck and found nothing. but the dream realy scared me . i want to know is that a good or bad dream . or the dream tells me something is going to happen to me . iam in a confused state please HELP ME

I have trouble with reading? Not with pronouncing words or with reading individual words but with reading a long passage or a book for instance. I am pretty sure I am not dyslexic as I have good mathematical ability, good handwriting and I am able to read long and complex words with ease. But my fustration lies in my inability to read at even a moderate pace - I actually read the same speed as I talk (and I don't talk quickly)! This has forever put me off reading ever since I was a child. I was always really concerned about this and I used to ask my librarian tips on how to read quicker. I could force myself to read faster but I can't comprehend anything I read unless I slow it all down and mentally process everything. My main problem is re-reading sentences over and over again because I feel like I don't understand it. I very often would read a sentence like 'so the cat flew over the fence to a place far beyond the stars, over the patch of grass where the lion used to lay in order to esape from the wilderness...' over for around 5 times until i would 'understand' it. I can't handle long sentences as I find it very difficult to visualize everything. In fact when I read I can hardly visualize at all: I spend so much time trying to 'understand' it. Come to think of it, it is and has been getting me quite down: I find it difficult to read more than say 5 pages of a book before I become mentally tired and exhausted. Sometimes it has taken me around 15-20 minutes to read 5-7 pages. When I used to try and read the 'Lord of the Rings' I would get so fustrated and angry that I would almost throw the book out the window. What do you think's wrong with me? I would love to read and be immersed into a rich fantasy world but unfortunately I can't. I normally find it slightly easier to comprehend factual information rather than descriptive. Thank you so much.

How do I avoid this person when she is so close to my home.? 411: She is a few months older than me and we went to Primary school together friends and survived bullies yet I stopped hanging around with her outside school because she turned out to be a shit starter, you know the type that shout shit to random people. Anyway the last time I saw her wa sin my gap year two years ago were me being alone in secondary school thought she might have changed yet she hasn't also she has only her two year younger brother as a pal and another shit starter that lives next door to her as a pal. I left them behind and everything seemed to be fine. However! just a half hour ago I was walking my dog and sitting on a patch of grass near y house I seen her brother , herself and two of their crew members near were I live. Even though I had my hood up her bro recognised me and then as I looked to see if it was really her she spotted me and started to make their way over in which I ran away with the dog. They then started walking down the road I was racing down and so when i ran quicker they crossed over and went on home I think. My question is how to I fully get over this one and her uncomfortbleness that she brings whe =n I have to live here.? PS: I don't wanna approach her as I know she isn't the full shillin(lift dosen't go all the way up). Ps: she lives a good 20 minutes away from me so idk why she wa s down here.

What is wrong with me? Not with pronouncing words or with reading individual words but with reading a long passage or a book for instance. I am pretty sure I am not dyslexic as I have good mathematical ability, good handwriting and I am able to read long and complex words with ease. But my fustration lies in my inability to read at even a moderate pace - I actually read the same speed as I talk (and I don't talk quickly)! This has forever put me off reading ever since I was a child. I was always really concerned about this and I used to ask my librarian tips on how to read quicker. I could force myself to read faster but I can't comprehend anything I read unless I slow it all down and mentally process everything. My main problem is re-reading sentences over and over again because I feel like I don't understand it. I very often would read a sentence like 'so the cat flew over the fence to a place far beyond the stars, over the patch of grass where the lion used to lay in order to esape from the wilderness...' over for around 5 times until i would 'understand' it. I can't handle long sentences as I find it very difficult to visualize everything. In fact when I read I can hardly visualize at all: I spend so much time trying to 'understand' it. Come to think of it, it is and has been getting me quite down: I find it difficult to read more than say 5 pages of a book before I become mentally tired and exhausted. Sometimes it has taken me around 15-20 minutes to read 5-7 pages. When I used to try and read the 'Lord of the Rings' I would get so fustrated and angry that I would almost throw the book out the window. What do you think's wrong with me? I would love to read and be immersed into a rich fantasy world but unfortunately I can't. I normally find it slightly easier to comprehend factual information rather than descriptive.

What do you think of this chapter? OK, so I'm not really writing a book. This is a story I'm writing on a wolf website call Wolf Quest, and nobody is replying at all, whether to say my story sucked, it rocked, give criticism, whatever. My story is fairly factually accurate(due to mods going around checking they're right, though I don't think they had time to get around to this chapter yet as it was recently posted). I simply want an opinion on it and what I should fix and if there are any errors, grammatical, spelling, doesn't matter, that I should fix. In my story, I have two wolves, Dot and Roque (not my name chosen, somebody suggested the character), and they're hunting a strange new "thing" they've never seen before(the thing is in fact a horse. It's young and fairly injured, ideal conditions). I left off the last chapter with Dot having been recently bitten in the shoulder, hard, by the young horse.The two wolves aren't mates, they're dispersals that have joined up. Here it goes... Chapter Nine Roque annoyed the thing, nipping it in the legs when he dared come close, chasing it in tight little circles so it couldn't escape. He knew he couldn't bring this thing down alone, and he desperately needed Dot's help. Dot had limped over to the side a bit, following the thing back and forth in case she was needed in a emergency, tending to her shoulder by giving it the occasional quick lick. She whined from not being able to help. Roque was annoyed with her; why couldn't she have used her noggin' and stayed out of it's way when it could so easily injure her? Nevertheless, he continued antagonizing the thing, his black fur swishing about in the skipping wind and constant movement. By now little pebbles of rain were falling from the sky, whoosing towards earth with joy, landing on the wolves. Roque was having trouble detaining the thing; he was a bit tired after wandering in the prairie with no rest and then chasing all around after it. Roque gave a short bark like sound to signal to Dot that he needed help. Dot, of course, would have much preferred to rest for a longer while and watch Roque do the work, but trotted over anyways at a quick pace, grumbling. She started off by attacking the animal's sides, though it kept turning around and around to avoid her like some sick merry-go-round. Finally, after many failed attempts, Dot simply took over the animals' front, rarely getting a hold of anything due how close it's teeth were near her. She got a few nips on the leg, and even once got close to the thing's neck. Feinting another attack on the neck, which would have been utter suicide at the time, Dot speeded over to the thing's side and sunk her teeth deep into it's thick, tough flesh, smelling blood and tasting heaven. Her teeth had brushed a bone and she heard a tiny little crack. She doubted she'd broken it, probably just a fracture at most.The thing tried to shake her off, and then she felt it's weight shifting to it's front legs. It was going to buck, something neither of the wolves had ever seen. Badly timed, Roque jumped out of the tired, wet grass, flight longer than the first jump, and never even stopped to think that it's legs might hit him. He had seen elk kick before, but his perception was that they couldn't kick very far. But when he saw it rising up higher than a normal elk, he knew he was in trouble. Dot watched this happening, seemingly in slow motion, and then, out of nowhere, a wolf popped out of the grass with a fiery coat, thinner and more wiry than any wolf she'd seen before. It looked a bit like a mix of a coyote and a wolf, and it had gotten a bit more wolf than coyote. It had a clean, white stripe running the length of it's stomach and throat, and a patch of white fur at the tip of it's tail like a bow on a present. Dot's mouth gaped in awe. She'd never seen anything like it. The wolf slashed through the air, white paws flailing about, pushing Roque out of the thing's kicking range onto the ground. The thing was apparently a bit shocked at having missed. The red wolf got off of the ground, shook himself off quickly, and proceeded to attacking the thing, relentlessly attacking it's back legs. It growled quickly to Dot into between jabs,"Come on, help me! Try and get it's sides!" Roque helped with the sides, and, the three of them working together, helped bring the thing to a near complete stop. It was weary and exhausted, the light almost out of it's eyes. Roque, the strange wolf, and Dot wrestled it to the ground, though it didn't give much of a fight anymore, and Roque let the odd wolf deliver the final blow. Before killing it, the red wolf looked it straight in the eye, the bright, gold-orange eye brimming with energy and the desire for food against the huge black eye, whites barely visible on the sides, dull as if death had already struck Thanks! No, it's a wolf, not a fox.

Is my story good so far part 3? I had been running this whole time and my thoughts were going crazy so I stopped and sank to the ground to think. Ok thank god you stopped and calmed down a little I was getting worried. I jerked up and looked around, Mason? Yeah I’m coming just hold on a second. Now I was really confused, what is going on and why are you in my head? I’ll explain when I get there I said hold on! You just can’t stop thinking of me can you chef? Oh don’t flatter yourself, even when I’m going insane you can still manage to be a total jerk. I heard footsteps and I turned my head to look and there stood a brown wolf, Mason? Hey. The wolf walked towards me and lay down a few inches away. Tell me what is going on, and tell me everything. Everything? Really, you remember what happened so… Ok then just tell me about why I’m a wolf, why you’re a wolf, why you helped me, what is going on, and yeah never mind everything. Ok… well that was your first shift; it gets easier and less painful, also easier to control. I don’t know why we’re wolves I’m just kind of figuring this out. I helped you because no one was there to help me, it was awful and scary and I didn’t want you to go through it alone. The End. Now walk and talk I want to go somewhere just follow me. Oh yeah real smooth, way to avoid the big question, now how far is. I stopped and looked down into the puddle I had just stepped in; it was weird seeing a wolf head somehow it made me realize that this was real. My fur was grey, my wolf eyes were green and- I snapped my eyes shut; I didn’t want to look anymore. Somehow even though there was nothing similar about human me and wolf me, my port wine stain had made it through. Un-freaking-believable, I was even an ugly wolf. Underneath the fur you could see the stain; it made that one patch darker than the rest. I jerked my head up and ran over to where Mason had stopped; when he started walking again I followed him until we got to where he wanted to go. The area was a small field it had soft grass, scattered wild flowers, and every tree in the area was a birch. The light the leaves allowed through made dappled patterns across the grass and as I went to sit down my stomach started to burn. Oh not again. Chef you’re shifting back now this is the quick part but it hurts more, I just need you to concentrate on the pain, I know you don’t want to but it goes faster that way, let yourself feel everything, I’m sorry can you possibly understand. Yeah, got it. Then I did what he said I felt it, felt the fire burning me alive, felt my bones break and shrink, and felt the agony that threatened to eat me up until I was nothing but the echo of a scream. Then through that I felt mason’s hand on my back and it all faded. I opened my eyes and let out a shaky breath, “It’s over for now right?” I really hoped it was. He smiled, “Yeah you made it,” and he leaned down and hugged me for a brief second. That was kind of weird I thought, and then I realized I was naked, or rather we were both naked. “Ok so I’m naked.” I said sort of in a questioning tone. He looked over and ran his eyes over my body and I blushed. “Why hello naked I am Barack Obama and may I say it is a pleasure to meet you.” I glared at him, “God Mason really not now, do you care to explain why?” He shrugged, “Simple, when you shift you’re either naked or your clothes get ripped to shreds in the process, you’re naked as a wolf and when you shift back you’re naked, the way nature intended.” Damn I loved my outfit, and then I blushed when I thought of what else might have happened. “Mason, what happened to my clothes?” He actually looked worried, “Caitlin,” Something was so up he had never once called me by my real name. “Please don’t be mad ok, I took them off you so they wouldn’t get ruined, I promise you it was nothing perverted or anything like that it’s just that I didn’t want you to ruin your outfit I knew you liked it. It’s all folded in Beth’s basement and I hid it for you. You’re not mad right, I mean I know you think I’m a jerk and that’s cause I was but I’m not a pervert it wasn’t like that, I wouldn’t ever do that to you I swear.” He bit his lip and looked at me, “Did you take everything… off?” I asked slowly, mostly I was just wicked embarrassed. “No um I uh left on your underwear I hope you weren’t too fond of those, sorry. Ok don’t say anything yet please, Yes I took off your bra and yes I wanted to look, sorry I’m a guy I can’t help it, but I swear to you I didn’t do anything, I was facing your back the whole time. I promise I didn’t look I wouldn’t ever do that. Well just kidding I just did.” His familiar smirk flashed on his face, “What I meant was not when you were like that.” I was definitely relieved but still wicked embarrassed, and I kind of wanted to hit him for the last part. I mean it was Mason, but still he was being a nice guy, look what he had just done for me. “It’s ok Mason really thank you for everything, but one thing…why the sudden change in attitude?”

DOES THIS PART OF MY WRITING SOUND OKAY? SHORT 10 POINTS!!!!!!? Okay does this capture your attention? Do you like it what should I change? (punctuation aside) no hater post plz, AND JUST TO TELL YOU THIS IS NOTHING LIKE TWILIGHT. NO VAMPIRES AT ALL GOOD OR BAD. THIS IS A TOTALLY ORIGINAL IDEA! I walk up the hill to the main road. Frost still clings to the brown grass on the side of the path, as the birches stretch out over the street as if reaching toward their companions on the opposite side. The whole world is still. The wind doesn’t blow, the grass doesn’t jitter with the life of small insects, and the trees only companions are one another’s long shadows, which blend into one dark mass as their branches intertwine farther back in the silvery wood. I shiver at the stillness, at the absolute silence of the woods; I feel it in my bones, that something is wrong. But my mind tells me I’m being silly, that it’s just the same old frozen woods I’ve always known… and yet it isn’t. Something is different. The silence feels wrong; the woods are never that quiet, there’s always a rustling in the brown leaves on its floor, or even the wind howling through the midst of the wood. But they are silent, like a ghost of the forest it had once been. As if the spirit of the wood itself had died. I sigh, at myself. My imagination getting the better of me. I turned my gaze from the wood to the street. Silently chastising myself for letting my imagination run wild again. Be more logical I think. That’s what my mother would have told me, Use your head Micah. I exhale noisily wishing desperately that I had my sketch book with me, to scribble down a bit of the trees, how even in their state of dormancy they gave off the slightness silvery shine. I approached the top of the street to find a bright red stop sign. The bus stop. I stand by waiting for the bus. I stare off into the wood watching as the last crippled leaf, flutters noiselessly to the ground. Then, farther back in the woods I see a shadow, a patch of darkness just slightly off from everything else. I tense slightly. My body suddenly hyper aware of everything. Calm down it’s probably nothing. I watch as the shadow flits noiselessly back in the woods, I take a step towards it my curiosity burning against my better instinct to run away. I step forward, a twig snaps under my foot. I freeze, and so does the shadow. It stays perfectly still, if it weren’t for my artist eye, I could have mistaken it as a shadow of one of the trees, but no… its not, its something else entirely. I swift breeze sweeps through the woods, I catch a shining glint of gold as I watch the shadow. I focus in, two yellow eyes stare back at me, I almost scream. I hear something wheeze up behind me, I whirl around startled, to find a large yellow bus idling next to the stop sign. I turn back to the woods, but the shadow, along with its yellow eyes are gone. I take in a quick breath, shaking my head; I seriously must be going crazy. My imagination sure was doing a one eighty on me.

What do think.. think I got all the warrior cat names? Prefixes: A Acorn Adder Amber Ant Apple Ash Aspen B Badger Bark Beech Berry Birch Bird Black Blizzard Blossom Blue Bounce Bracken Bramble Branch Brave Breeze Brier Brindle Bright Broken Brook Brown Boulder Bumble Buzzard C Cedar Cherry Cinder Claw Clear Cloud Clover Coal Copper Creek Crooked Crow D Daisy Dapple(d) Dark Dawn Dead Dew Drift Dock Dove Duck Dusk Dust E Eagle Ebony Echo Eel Ember F Falcon Fallen Fallow Fawn Feather Fennel Ferret Fern Fire Flame Fleet Flint Flower Fly Fog Fox Frog Frost Furze Fuzzy G Ginger Gold Golden Goose Gorse Grass Gray Green Gust H Hail Half Hare Hawk Hay Hazel Heather Heavy Hollow Holly Honey I Ice Ivy J Jagged Jay Jump K Kestrel Kink L Lake Larch Lark Laurel Lavender Leaf Leopard Lichen Light Lightning Lily Lilac Lion Little Lizard Log Lost Low Long Loud M Mallow Maple Marsh Meadow Midnight Milk Minnow Mint Mist(y) Mole Moon Moss Mossy Moth Mottled Morning Mouse Mud Mumble N Narrow Nettle Night O Oak Odd Olive One Otter Owl P Patch Peach Pear Pebble Petal Pigeon Pike Pine Plum Pool Poppy Pounce Prickle Q Quail Quick R Rabbit Rain Ragged Rat Red Reed Ripple Robin Rock Rose Rowan Russet Raven River Running Rush Rye S Sage Sand Scorch Seed Sedge Shade Shadow Sharp Sheep Shell Shine Shining Short Shred Shrew Sky Silver Slate Sleet Sloe Small Smoke Snake Sneeze Snow Song Soot Sorrel Sparrow Speckle Spider Splash Speckle(d) Spot(ted) Starling Stone Storm Striped Sun Sunny Squirrel Swallow Sweet Swift T Tall Talon Tangle Tawny Thistle Thorn Thrush Thunder Thyme Tiger Timber Tiny Toad Torn Trout Tumble Twig V Vine Viper Vole W Wasp Water Weasel Web Weed Wet Whisker White Wild Wind Willow Winter Wolf Y Yarrow Yellow Yew Suffixes B Bee Belly Berry Bird Blaze Branch Breeze Brier Brook C Claw Cloud D Dapple Dawn Drop E Ear Eye(s) F Face Fall Fang Feather Fern Fire Flame Flight Flower Foot Frost Fur G Gaze H Head Heart J Jaw K Kit L Leaf Leap Leg Light M Mask Mist Moon N Nose Night O -- P Pad Path Paw Pebble Pelt Petal Pool Poppy Puddle S Scar Shade Shadow Shine Song Snow Splash Spot(s) Spring Star Stem Step Storm Stream Strike Stripe Spirit T Tail Talon Thorn Throat Tooth Tuft U -- V -- W Water Watcher Whisker Whisper Willow Wing Wish I think I got em all, what do you think? And put together, what are your favorites?

my 12 week old male puppy does small pees on the carpet after he has already peed outside. how can i stop him? i have had my 12 week old male puppy for a few days, i expected him to need to be potty trained but he has never had any accidents over night, i take him out at 10pm and then he is clean until 6am when i take him out again, he has paper down but never uses it. i take him out every hour and he does his business on the grass no problems, i praise him and say 'good toilet' (same command i used for my old dog to go) and give a treat. today he has started going outside doing his business and then coming straight back in and doing a tiny patch of pee on the carpet, not raising his leg like he is scent marking but just a tiny pee on the floor. he has done this several times today, it happens to quick to move him to his paper as its such a small pee, i don't make a fuss, i just clean it without praising/punishing him. is his behaviour normal? how can i stop this? he is the first male puppy i have had so im not sure what to do. please help.

What could this dream mean? Well, this dream went on for three nights in a row. It's going to be kind of long. My apologies. The first night: I was standing in the middle of a field. (The field behind my house) A dead field and the grass was really high. I was wearing a white summer dress although by the looks of it, it looked like winter. And I was staring into the big patch of woods next to me. Then I started feeling surrounded, and like people were watching me. I woke up frightened. The second night: I was back in the field and there were people surrounding me. They were all clearly sick with some kind of disease. I ran from them screaming, but they had surrounded the field and were closing in really quick. And I fell to my knees crying. And then they touched me and then it showed my face and I had gotten really dark bags under my eyes and I looked extremely sick. Then my brother showed up, and helped me get out. The field had somehow started burning, and my brother was trapped and I helped him get out. And we ran through the woods and we hid in the pond of water, then before I knew it. My brother was dead, next to me. I again woke. The third night: I was walking through my old neighborhood where I used to live, really slow and crying. And I walked into my old house begging someone to help me. But they were all sick, and closed on me once more. And I screamed, and then I woke up. I've never had a dream that is anything like that one ever since. What do you think it could mean? I'm really interested in what people say about my dreams. They're always really weird.

Found 8 Approx. 5-Week-Old Aussie Puppies Under A Shed. What Do I Feed Them? Ok my question is not as ignorant as it sounds. It's only 3 am where I live. My friend's car wouldn't start so she called me to bring some jumper cables. I walked since I have no car right now. I cut through a field to get there quicker and I saw something move on the ground. and instantly freaked out. but when I flashed my flashlight on it, it was this little puppy wabbling around. Assuming there was more I walked a bit and found a shed which seemed to be "making noise" Anyway looked under it and there were 7 more. Sadly the mother was under there too, but she was dead, she was tied to the shed and had nowhere to go, so I guess she starved.(She hadn't been dead very long though from the look and smell of her) it looked like she was trying to eat the grass, as there were patches of grass missing around her. I scooped up 4 (I was already holding 1) and called my friend to the other 3. anyway I know you're not supposed to give puppies baths this young but they were doused in dirt. I was mindful of their ears and snout. These babies must be Starving! and I was wondering what I could give them so they could sustain until morning? Should I take them to the E.R.? I'll take them to the vet in the morning, I am financially able to see that they are all attended to. I'll have someone who is able to get the mother, get her tomorrow. (I think it's wrong to just leave her there. dead or not) I'll keep them well taken care of until they are rehomed. a lot of my family and some of my neighbors are interested in them and of course they will be spayed and neutered. They look like aussies to me, the mother certainly was. not that it matters.

Finally, a dream I remembered!? ... Too bad its a little blurry. I can name the key points, please comment with serious answers, thanks! It started off with this small island that was made from two neglected pools on a bit of land. By neglected I mean the water looked clean but the ground of the pool was made of that wall paper looking stuff, and in this case, that stuff was tearing away. The small island of pools (the tiny island was made of grass but there were dirt patches everywhere.) The second thing I remember was a monkey. I think a King and a young man were examining it. The third then turned to a kind of castle that looked like the Great Wall of China. Then there was a girl lying on the floor, and that young man was trying to wake her. He looked up urgently to the guard patrolling the wall and yelled, "Quick, we need help!" The guard was like, "I'll go get the King!" and the young man said, "No! Just use the intercom!" Then the young man turned back to the girl and she opened her eyes and snapped at him, "Can't I get some sleep?" or something along those lines. Just a note, the young man was dressed royally, as was the girl. Any ideas what this weird dream may have meant?

READ MY SHORT STORY PLEEEEAASE!!? I really need some unput on my short story. Can you tell me how to improve it and make it better? Critisism is fine...Enjoy. Lights brilliantly shine in front of my eyes. Something thick and sticky suddenly splashes all over me. Dizziness creeps all through my body, and I am holding something. I lie down, and I place that object down…somewhere, and then everything goes dark again. My head felt extremely heavy, as if someone had bashed my head against a wall a few hundred times. I also felt a cold rush of wind violently rush pass me. Where was I? My head leaned against something hard, and something icy cold touched my face. I was crept up in a ball, and I was shivering uncontrollably. I heard the loud rustles of the dry leaves on the ground crackle, as gushes of wind blew past. Suddenly, something stale and metal like wafted up my nose, almost making me gag. I breathed out of my mouth, ignoring the odd, disgusting scent, and I discovered that everything was in a sideways angle, for I was lying down. The bright, yellow light from the street lamps twinkled in front me, illuminating everything around me, causing me to close my eyes again. As soon as consciousness returned, I unraveled my body and I sat down on the cold, lonely bench. I wrapped my bony arms around my body, and I tried to keep warm. I placed my cold hands on my temples, and started massaging it. I felt my temples vibrating at a quick speed, and I tried to slow it down. As I slowly rubbed my temples to ease my head-ache, I realized that I just had another episode of sleepwalking. It was ordinary, and it happened at least a couple of times a week. I was accustomed to sleepwalking, and it brought me to many weird and odd places. In the past, it brought me to places like my school, my friends’ homes, and even to my girlfriend’s house. “What are doing here?” she would ask, when she found me on the porch of her house. “Nothing,” I responded. “I was just walking my dog,” I remember saying with embarrassment flushing my face. But I wasn’t scared anymore, like I was in the past. But still curious to see where my sleepwalking had brought me this time, I quickly skimmed through my surroundings. It was the local park. It was the kind of park that that was run down. It was the kind that looked as if a huge tractor had come and plowed everything down. Behind the coverings of the bright light, dark figures stood in the shadows, waving back and forth in a rhythmic beat alongside the bone-chilling wind. Underneath the light, I saw small patches of yellow and brown, creating the grass. It looked as if someone had torched and burned all of the grass. Jagged rocks and pebbles created the cracked path that zigzagged throughout the whole park. A couple hundred feet to the right was a beat up playground for the little kids to joyfully play in. It was small. There was nothing special to it. So, the local park, I thought. What couldn’t my sleep walking do? Where would it not bring me to? I gave a strong, sturdy laugh to shake everything off, and I got ready to leave this old, rusty park. I would journey back to the warm comfort of my home. But just as I was ready to leave my bench, a sudden shimmer of silver caught my eyes. I quickly turned my head over, and I focused my eyes onto the shining object. All I saw was a sharp knife with thick, red blood stained on it, with its black handle facing towards me. I stared at it, not budging, as if I this knife was alienated. Suddenly, it felt as if the air was sucked out of me with a vacuum. Without breathing, blinking or talking, I collapsed onto the bench. “It can’t be,” I whispered, as if I couldn’t believe what was happening. “No.” I faintly remembered the last few minutes of the sleepwalk. I was holding something…and something splashed onto me…something thick and sticky…? Then without hesitation, I quickly glanced down at my clothes and with my hands, I quickly checked my face. “Oh my gosh…what have I done?” I gasped, asking myself with utter disbelief. I stared into the bloody knife, and the parts where the blood hadn’t stained it, reflected back my cold, green eyes that showed my incredulity. The long brown hair waved in the wind, and my sheer shock almost made my face look even skinnier. The tough look that I possessed made girls go wild for me, but not right now. The fright in me took all of “toughness” away with the wind. My face was sticky with the blood that had sprayed all over me. It was the first time tonight that I had noticed that my clothes were crinkled with folds, and the red blood was clinging onto it. Strays of tears shot out of my eyes, blurring my vision with cold, empty tears. The droplets of tears dribbled down my bloody cheek. The tears fell onto the knife, and it turned red from the blood. With my blurry vision, I stared at my hands, without any movement. I sat there looking at my h hands, without any movement. I sat there looking at my hands, as if I were a rock in the park. With these hands, I had killed somebody. The blood that was all over me and knife was the blood of somebody. That somebody had a family, probably a loving family. That somebody also ruined my life. This person handed my death over to me, just like I had handed over that person’s death tonight. I brought my legs up to my body, and I wrapped my arms around them with horror and trepidation. The person lost his family, and so would I. There was no way I could go back to my family. The look in their eyes would be a piercing knife and I wouldn’t be able to feel and bear their pain. My parents would have anger and vexation towards me, but they would still say that they would love me, and that I would be okay. They would put their warm, caring arms around my shoulders, and they would reassure me that everything was going to be just fine. But deeper into that hug, would be feelings of worriness , hostility and mixed emotions. They would only be memories now. Suddenly, the flashbacks of my brother flooded all over me. Just yesterday, my older brother and I were playing in this very park. The cool fall atmosphere surrounded us, and laughter blanketed us. We played catch with a football. Just a few hours ago, I was filled with content and I loved my life. As we tossed the football back and forth, my brother had taught me a valuable life lesson. He was always wise, and intelligence had landed him a spot in Harvard next school year. “Always live day after day, as if it’s your last,” he told me, as he threw the football to me. “You never know when it’s going to be your last day. Hey, tomorrow may be my last day. Who knows?” “Yeah,” I would simply reply, not knowing what he possibly meant by that at the time. But now, I clearly understood what my older brother was trying to tell me. I was experiencing his very warning right now. This was my last day. I never saw this coming, just as my brother had told me. I took a deep breath of the cold, dry air, and I stared at the black sky above me. Thousands of stars twinkled gaily. To my right, was the brightest of all. The moon stood there; nice and tall illuminating it’s mighty power. Tonight, it was a crescent moon. “Crescent moons symbolize new beginnings and the making of dreams into reality,” my older brother explained to me when I was working on my solar system project back in grade 5. “Wow, thanks Jordan,” I replied. Under this crescent moon, I was experiencing a new beginning. A new beginning that would torment my life. A new beginning that ruined and evaporated all of my happiness and joy for life. I was also experiencing a dream that was turning into reality. I would have never dreamt this to happen to me in all of my life, but it was happening. Under my breath, I cursed the crescent moon. I took a deep sigh, and I stood. With my crinkled clothes and bloody hands, I gradually made my way out of the park, with the sharp knife in my pocket. My legs felt stiff, almost as if it was wood, for I had sat down for too long of a time. I placed my hands in my pockets, and I made my way to the donut shop. Dunkin Donuts was open for 24 hours, and maybe a donut would help. As I made my way towards the bright pink and blue sign, I suddenly heard the loud sirens of a cop. Right ahead of me, I saw the blue and red lights flickering on and off, as it came closer and closer. I ran. I ran, while my face was frosting up, as the wind blasted in front of my face. I ran until my legs became numb. I ran past the liquor store, the candy shop with amazing sweets, and the deli with disgusting sandwiches. The sounds of the sirens became louder, and louder, until it rushed right past me. Then, it became quieter and quieter, and I could finally stop. I put my hands on my knees, and I breathed heavily. I tried to catch my breath, and realized that I’m right next to my favorite 24 hour donut shop. With my heart still racing, I entered through the door, and it made a loud cling. All of the tables are empty, and the seats occupy no costumers. I looked up to the corner of the store, and saw that the news is blasted on the TV. With my eyes glued to the news, I slowly made my way up to the counter. Suddenly, breaking news caught my attention… We have experienced some very shocking news. Just recently tonight, a murder has been committed. We are not sure who has committed it, but police are at the investigation site, figuring things out. The victim was killed in his sleep, right in his very home on 24 Victoria Avenue. The police are told from the parents that the victim’s name is Jordan Korma. His brother is missing at the moment. The fear circulated through my body again, recharging the disbelief and the sudden shock. My legs buckled, and I thought to myself, you were right Jordan. Today was your last day.” “Sir, for the last time, that would be $3.50 for your donut,” said the cashier impatiently. I dug into my pocket, and felt the sharp blade of the knife, with my brother’s blood stained on it. Instead of handing him my money, I retrieved my knife from my pocket, and handed the knife to the cashier. “Today is my last day. I lived my life with content and happiness, but it all comes to an end today. Please, take me up to my brother.”

Can you read my short story please!!!? This is part of my short story. Please add constructive critsism. How can I make it better and improve it? P.S This is only part of the story. E-mail me if you want the rest of it. Lights brilliantly shine in front of my eyes. Something thick and sticky suddenly splashes all over me. Dizziness creeps all through my body, and I am holding something. I lie down, and I place that object down…somewhere, and then everything goes dark again. My head felt extremely heavy, as if someone had bashed my head against a wall a few hundred times. I also felt a cold rush of wind violently rush pass me. Where was I? My head leaned against something hard, and something icy cold touched my face. I was crept up in a ball, and I was shivering uncontrollably. I heard the loud rustles of the dry leaves on the ground crackle, as gushes of wind blew past. Suddenly, something stale and metal like wafted up my nose, almost making me gag. I breathed out of my mouth, ignoring the odd, disgusting scent, and I discovered that everything was in a sideways angle, for I was lying down. The bright, yellow light from the street lamps twinkled in front me, illuminating everything around me, causing me to close my eyes again. As soon as consciousness returned, I unraveled my body and I sat down on the cold, lonely bench. I wrapped my bony arms around my body, and I tried to keep warm. I placed my cold hands on my temples, and started massaging it. I felt my temples vibrating at a quick speed, and I tried to slow it down. As I slowly rubbed my temples to ease my head-ache, I realized that I just had another episode of sleepwalking. It was ordinary, and it happened at least a couple of times a week. I was accustomed to sleepwalking, and it brought me to many weird and odd places. In the past, it brought me to places like my school, my friends’ homes, and even to my girlfriend’s house. “What are doing here?” she would ask, when she found me on the porch of her house. “Nothing,” I responded. “I was just walking my dog,” I remember saying with embarrassment flushing my face. But I wasn’t scared anymore, like I was in the past. But still curious to see where my sleepwalking had brought me this time, I quickly skimmed through my surroundings. It was the local park. It was the kind of park that that was run down. It was the kind that looked as if a huge tractor had come and plowed everything down. Behind the coverings of the bright light, dark figures stood in the shadows, waving back and forth in a rhythmic beat alongside the bone-chilling wind. Underneath the light, I saw small patches of yellow and brown, creating the grass. It looked as if someone had torched and burned all of the grass. Jagged rocks and pebbles created the cracked path that zigzagged throughout the whole park. A couple hundred feet to the right was a beat up playground for the little kids to joyfully play in. It was small. There was nothing special to it. So, the local park, I thought. What couldn’t my sleep walking do? Where would it not bring me to? I gave a strong, sturdy laugh to shake everything off, and I got ready to leave this old, rusty park. I would journey back to the warm comfort of my home. But just as I was ready to leave my bench, a sudden shimmer of silver caught my eyes. I quickly turned my head over, and I focused my eyes onto the shining object. All I saw was a sharp knife with thick, red blood stained on it, with its black handle facing towards me. I stared at it, not budging, as if I this knife was alienated. Suddenly, it felt as if the air was sucked out of me with a vacuum. Without breathing, blinking or talking, I collapsed onto the bench. “It can’t be,” I whispered, as if I couldn’t believe what was happening. “No.” I faintly remembered the last few minutes of the sleepwalk. I was holding something…and something splashed onto me…something thick and sticky…? Then without hesitation, I quickly glanced down at my clothes and with my hands, I quickly checked my face. “Oh my gosh…what have I done?” I gasped, asking myself with utter disbelief. I stared into the bloody knife, and the parts where the blood hadn’t stained it, reflected back my cold, green eyes that showed my incredulity. The long brown hair waved in the wind, and my sheer shock almost made my face look even skinnier. The tough look that I possessed made girls go wild for me, but not right now. The fright in me took all of “toughness” away with the wind. My face was sticky with the blood that had sprayed all over me. It was the first time tonight that I had noticed that my clothes were crinkled with folds, and the red blood was clinging onto it. Strays of tears shot out of my eyes, blurring my vision with cold, empty tears. The droplets of tears dribbled down my bloody cheek. The tears fell onto the knife, and it turned red from the blood.

What do you think off my story - repost? Repost off last time. I have added more now, so please tell me what you think honastly. Thanks!! Dont steal!! : Chapter 1 The Dream. It was a dark, bitterly cold night. The dark, black depts of night swirled and clashed, as the moon battled to share its pearly white glow with the world. A cold, unusual wind battered and blew roughly around, sending chills up anyone’s spine who dared to brave it, and the nights usual deep, velvet colour had been replaced with a black. The gentle twinkling of thousands of stars could only be seen barely through thick grey clouds, and a depressing feeling swooped everywhere. It was unusual for a night in summer, but many tried to ignore it. As the moon took a few last breaths before cloud and dark swept over it, something long and gleaming, with dark green scales slipped silently through the ground. It had a long, smooth body, covered in beautiful scales in every shade of dark green, along with some black loops. Its head was big and diamond shaped, and its body ended in a quick, pointing tip. It had small black slits for eyes that never blinked, and stared around as if searching for something, but not wanting to be caught. A small, pink tongue quickly flicked in and out of its dark, black lips, as it tasted the bitter air for movement, then started off on its journey again. The snake slithered through long patches of long, fine pieces of summer grass, and then came to a dirty pavement, littered with sweet wrappings and crisp packets. As the light from a broken street lamp nearby flickered on and off continually, the snake could tell that its elegant scales gleaming from the light would make it easily seen, and it picked up its pace hesitantly, before coming to a quick stop in front of a small, what seemed abandoned house. Its bricks were worn and old, and many seemed in danger of falling off, and its four front windows were dusty, with the gentle glittering of cobwebs hanging off the sides. Its door was once painted a bright light blue, but now much off the paint was peeling or rotting. The door and front gate hung by their hinges, allowing anyone who dared to get in easily, and the front lawn was overgrown and untidy. The snake turned its head to the side, as if confused why it had been called to such a place like this, but after a few seconds, carried on. It gracefully glided through the broken, white gate, and carried up the dusty, uncared for path. Its green scales eventually turned a mouldy brown with dust and dirt, but the snake carried on determined. Its eyes widened as it came to the front door as it heard its name being called in an unfamiliar language to humans, but each word was loud and clear to her. She glided carefully through the front door, and then stared around the room it was in. It was a long corridor, with coat pegs reaching along the side. It was painted a pale yellow colour, and the floor was wooden. The snake started again, heading towards a red, carpeted staircase and slithering slowly up it. She reached the top, then continued across the landing to a small, un-cared for bedroom. She nudged the door open with the tip of her nose, and then glided in, heading towards a small armchair in a corner, where a little boy slept humbly. She slipped to an abrupt halt in front of him, and then bowed her head respectfully. The boy felt a presence in the room, and then woke in a panic. He eyed the long, green snake, watching him, and calmed slightly. “Hi girl” he smiled, reaching down to gently stroke the top off her head. The snake made a sound that sounded like a purr, then waited to hear what the boy had to say. The boy was tall and handsome, with fine features and a head full off black locks. He had a slightly pointed nose, and was quiet skinny. His eyes were a dark black shade, and seemed to have the same innocent, but cruel look as his father did before him. He wore a short, plain grey top and long jean. “It wont be long now. Soon, we’ll be able to take vengeance on my farther, and make those pay for what they did ...” he snarled coldly, talking to the snake in a mixed up language. The snake nodded her head, as if she had understood every word of his mixed-up language. The boy smiled, and then looked up. His eyes had suddenly turned cold and bloodthirsty, like something expected from a horror film, as he smiled evilly. *** Mya woke up panicked and in a rush. She clenched her pyjama top tight in her right hand and breathing quick and sharply. Her arms and head shook madly as she stared down at her bed covers that were pushed and battered as she struggled in her nightmare. They had been going on for at least two weeks, suddenly popping into her mind, getting worse each night. Her breathing started to calm as the memory started to fade away. Each time she had it, it got clearer, always the same, making her head spin. She looked down at her feet, then around her bedroom, making sure this wasn’t a dream as well. Okay, thanks for comenting. Its lead on from Harry Potter, where there are many dreams in it so ....

Does my story sound okay so far? Okay, im writing a story that leads on from the final Harry Potter Book, and I wanted to hear your opinions. Please dont steal : It was a dark, bitterly cold night. The dark, black depts of night swirled and clashed, as the moon battled to share its pearly white glow with the world. A cold, unusual wind battered and blew roughly around, sending chills up anyone’s spine who dared to brave it, and the nights usual deep, velvet colour had been replaced with a black. The gentle twinkling of thousands of stars could only be seen barely through thick grey clouds, and a depressing feeling swooped everywhere. It was unusual for a night in summer, but many tried to ignore it. As the moon took a few last breaths before cloud and dark swept over it, something long and gleaming, with dark green scales slipped silently through the ground. It had a long, smooth body, covered in beautiful scales in every shade of dark green, along with some black loops. Its head was big and diamond shaped, and its body ended in a quick, pointing tip. It had small black slits for eyes never blinked, and stared around as if searching for something, but not wanting to be caught. A small, pink tongue quickly flicked in and out of its dark, black lips, as it tasted the bitter air for movement, then started off on its journey again. The snake slithered through long patches of long, fine pieces of summer grass, and then came to a dirty pavement, littered with sweet wrappings and crisp packets. As the light from a broken street lamp nearby flickered on and off continually, the snake could tell that its elegant scales gleaming from the light would make it easily seen, and it picked up its pace hesitantly, before coming to a quick stop in front of a small, what seemed abandoned house. Its bricks were worn and old, and many seemed in danger of falling off, and its four front windows were dusty, with the gentle glittering of cobwebs hanging off the sides. Its door was once painted a bright light blue, but now much off the paint was peeling or rotting. The door and front gate hung by their hinges, allowing anyone who dared to get in easily, and the front lawn was overgrown and untidy. The snake turned its head to the side, as if confused why it had been called to such a place like this, but after a few seconds, carried on. It gracefully glided through the broken, white gate, and carried up the dusty, uncared for path. Its green scales eventually turned a mouldy brown with dust and dirt, but the snake carried on determined. Its eyes widened as it came to the front door as it heard its name being called in an unfamiliar language to humans, but each word was loud and clear to her. She glided carefully through the front door, then stared around the room it was in. What do you think?? What do you mean it has no story?? I havnt finished it yet, and this is only the start off the introduction?? :) Thank you too!! Nope, the snakes not Nagini. Its a different one ;) But its the same sort off thing ;) xD Um, I think it means that, but oh well xD

How to get stains out of a palomino & white horse (pinto)? My horse is a palomino pinto, (white with golden patches). Winter's coming, and I won't be able to hose him down if he gets stains... I'm doing everything I can to prevent them, turning him out with leg wraps, (also for protection as he's a frequent eventer), and blankets including a neck hood. Does anybody have some easy remedies or quick methods I can use to get off grass/mud stains, or even keep him clean? (Besides brushing him, which I do everyday). Thanks!

Fighting Home Owner's Association fines? Ok so I have a question about Home Owner's Associations (HOA) and their legal rights. I have a friend who is having some trouble with their HOA about their yard. The HOA keeps sending them letters about getting their yard cleaned and fixed up. I'll admit, it's not the nicest lawn around with its weeds and what not but at a quick glance it looks pretty green and lively. At the same time, their surrounding neighbors barely even have grass, a few of them look more like dirt patches than anything at all. They've been bugging my friend for a while and my friend has been talking to them and trying to fix their lawn at the same time, even to the point of destroying the lawn entirely and starting fresh with new soil and everything. It grew well for a bit but then the weeds came back with a vengeance. Now I know how important image is and all that for a community but at the same time they are by no means the worse offender yet it seems like they are attacking them and now the HOA is threatening to fine my friend every month until the lawn is fixed. What kind of legal ramifications are there if they refuse to pay the fines? Even if they hire a professional, chances are the entire lawn will have to be redone again. Does this mean that while they are waiting for the grass to grow (literally) the HOA can continue to fine them monthly? Mind you like I said, they are actively and visibly trying to fix their lawn and they have never missed an HOA fees payment before. I ask this because I have read in a few places that you can risk even losing your home yet in another community that I lived in that is about half an hour away from this one, pretty much no one paid the HOA fees OR the fines yet the HOA didn't do anything to those owners.

10 points for right guess! With this poem you have to try and guess where it's taking place? ? Blurry photos sometimes have the best memories behind them. But it sucks when, a photo being taken with good timing, is out of focus just a little. It’s hard to tell what the story was if it’s blurry. It could’ve painted a picturesque image, told a slightly clearer tale. Although, it’s still been taken. But, under what circumstances? It could’ve told a story like this… Sitting in chairs unfolded, looking dull, no one’s quite woken up yet. A-burr …kettle goes bubble, birds are flapping, thongs are flopping, tired voices talking about the weather and waves and nature’s strange animal noises and how beautiful the sunrise was. Zzzzzip. Join the day join the book fanatics, sharing the latest Harry Potter book; “Ha! Shotgun reading it next!” People walking past with their towels, dirty or clean clothes and shower products. Smoking up the BBQ, flushing toilets. Loud talkers, naked toddlers. High pitched squeal from the neighbour’s children stepping in a patch of prickles. Tent pegs being hammered in, tarps being blown the ocean’s gust of wind. Giggly 12 year olds running on the hot concrete, jump onto the grass to cool off. Splash water on their scorching dry legs, streams down, wets the heels, all better. Then hop back on the path. “Ohhh! Ow! Ow! Ouch! Get back on the grass! Ahhh! All better” Hot concrete + Watery soles = Boiling concrete. So, what is the story? Where was this blurry photo taken? No television, no power points. Not including those in the laundry room, And when something goes unsupervised for just a minute, stolen. Off to the shops to buy another. The only form of civilization we Come in contact with, for 2 weeks, other than whom we make friends with A few tents down. Fish and chips for lunch everyday, dares are done for fun scull gravy for 60 cents. Snort sherbet and pop rocks for nothing, except pure genuine amusement. We play ‘tie a little boy to a tree and watch him get out’. A game the kid, himself, Enjoys. Any idea where this blurred memory took place? 5 cents gum, slush puppies YUM! Brain freeze! Ice cream, anything cold. Don’t lose inspiration to build the best-unstructured sloppy sand castle, Show the try hards, with the buckets and spades around whose king! Spoilt wannabes! Jealous? Take a torch and go hunting for creatures that lurk at night, in trees; big eyes, Sharp claws and hairy spines. Scary noises in the bushes make us walk a Little quicker without thinking, without blinking. No clue where to start bolting. Zooming past gas burning lights next to adults playing cards. Ducking down through the broken fence, losing track of time, dinner has been. “It’s getting late. Mum’s probably expecting me back soon, who cares! Race ya to the beach..”. Collapse on the sand, then we’re playing within the walls of the worn, ancient shipwreck and we pretend “aye aye captain” with the bright pattern of stars glistening that twinkle back in our eyes. Over on the horizon; a cruise ship so far away in the distance and even still it looks like we’re the only ones in this oversized, indoor swimming pool, this dome room. Left with grainy damp feet, time to head back and wash it off. Say goodnight to your summer friends and sneak back in. Footsteps on the tarp, takes a peep out of whoever I’m sharing the three-man tent with. Zzzzzip and they murmur nothing important. Crouch and shuffle into my sleeping bag and doze off and dream of the next sunburnt Day where blisters form because “you missed a spot” See, blurry photos sometimes have the best memories behind them. But it’s hard to tell what the story was, if it’s blurry. It could’ve told a story ending with a kiss, no; too cliché! It could’ve been clearer, picturesque. Atleast it was still taken, it still told a story But it could’ve been just this for you; a blurry photo. OKAY! GUESS AWAY. WHERE AM I DESCRIBING! first two answers very close. more simple than a place in the world. i should've been more specific but it didn't give me room and i didn't think of it at the time. it's a choice of holiday.

Hey! What do you think of my story excerpt?!? Hey! Thanks for bothering to look :) Rate and review, pretty please? :D The authorities were so close that it seemed like they could see the soles of my shoes. I made a quick left, running towards a private clinic. I had a friend there. The clinic was a nice place, very clean and hospital-like in a clean sanitary manner. But it didn’t harbour the same aura of pain and suffering like a large hospital would. I guess that’s because a day- clinic slash plastic surgery. Odd, huh? The glass panel door was locked but I ignored the deadlock preventing me from entering. I tiptoed back a little and ran into the panel, glass shattering around me and (unfortunately) into me, piecing my soft skin. I yelped in pain but ignored the firey sensation burning up my arms and left side. Through the hallowed halls, I galloped, leaving a trail of dripping blood behind me. Drip. Drip. Drip. My clothes felt damp, probably blood, and my face was dripping, most likely sweat. I looked at my left, then my right, peering at the numbered doors and offices. Office twenty-seven, office twenty-eight, office twenty-nine, I chanted softy to myself, oh so softly. Bingo, office thirty. And, as an added prize, there was light pouring from the frosted glass window. Now normally, I would knock before entering an office or a house or even a shady looking bathroom stall with no visible lock, but pardon social niceties, I smacked my right side (my good side) on the door leaving it to sway open. In his chair was my friend, my confidant and almost-brother, Doctor Jermy Hyder. Ph. D in Plastic Surgery or something... I call him J and he calls me ‘idiot’ or ‘dumbass’ or sometimes ‘Spike’. He was gazing out his wall sized window, over-looking the clinic courtyard. It was too dark at night to see anything that resembled a garden but at day time it was a typical little garden square with posies and daises and climber plants clinging onto crisscross wall dividers with tables and chairs scattering over the not-so-green grass. It was, as they say, cute. “J,” I gasp “I need your help, the cops. The authorities, they-they’re after me! Please-” He cuts me off. “I know.” J says, turning to look at me, he then stands up and walks towards me, holding a steaming mug of coffee. J has never liked me in a romantic way...well not that I know of. He says I’m not his type and I’m okay with that. He’ll always be J, my almost-brother. My eyes, watering a little in the corners from lack of sleep, search him. He sighs and says the one sentence I love most. “What have you done now, Spike?” Rhetorical. Very J. That phrase is the most common from him...when referring to me at least. I don’t know if he knows anyone else named Spike... I shrug, in my usual manner, trying to grin but failing to do so. “Come on then, let’s get you patched up-” J tries to say. It’s my turn to cut him off now. “No, not yet. J, there is something I must ask of you.” I say firmly, my mind set. His eyes now gaze, questioning. “I want a new face.” The mug in his hand shatters as it hits the floor, like my old life.

Im 15 and practicing with writing, please let me know what you think of this short story? The Creatures The soft light of the moon glistened above in its full beauty; a goddess amongst its envious stars. There was no sound except the rustling of the golden grass against the gentle night's breeze. No creature dared approach these ominous parts any longer. The only sign of existing life was a weathered cabin nested comfortably in the thickets of the eldritch trees just out of reach of the fields. Deep in the interior of the cabin sat a warm, crackling fire underneath a crudely made fireplace; flames pumping as lively as a beating heart. Its smoke curled upwards in a graceful dance through the chimney and out into the bitter, cold night. Sitting in a wicker rocking chair, was an old man with a worn appearance. His hair was white as death and pointed in every direction as if it was trying to escape his scalp. With milky, white eyes, he stared at the locked door across the room. There were chilling shrieks coming from the other side of the door; this was the second one he caught this month. With them hunting nearer to his home, he was becoming even more cautious, he couldn’t afford to take any risks. This one was found tearing into the flesh of a fox not too far from his cabin. “Demons” he thought. What else could they be? No God would set these things lose on his beloved earth. He began to worry that the thing would attract attention and guide its hellish companions in his direction, so he kicked the door violently to stop its cries, receiving only a hiss in return. He had to kill it and soon. Sighing one last time, he forced himself up and grabbed the cold barrel of his shotgun. He walked to the door apprehensively and unlocked it with a click. As soon as the door was opened, the creature lunged, with another hiss, into the shadows of the basement. Readying his gun, he searched the shadows with a scowl, determined not to show any fear. He walked cautiously to the far end of the basement, where he expected it to be submerged behind the boxes. As he put his finger on the trigger, he felt something cold and boney collide with the side his head and was immediately knocked to the ground, while the creature dogged out of sight through the open basement door. There was a sound of breaking glass as it lunged out the kitchen window. “Damn!” he cursed. Wasting no time, he pulled himself up, ran up the stairs, and out into the night. He spotted it halfway across the field. It was repulsive looking, about the size of a child; its slimy, gray skin was covered in warts, and white, wispy hairs sat in patches on its over- sized head. The thing stared back at him with its luminous yellow eyes, before it raced on all fours further through the field. The chase was on. He pumped his legs with all his might trying not to pry his eyes form the creatures back. Sweat ran in beads down his forehead. He couldn’t let it get away; the thing knew where he lived now. Galloping ahead, with incredible speed, the creature made earsplitting screams that sent shivers down the old man’s spine. The thing was calling for help! It ran to the edge of the woods before it came to a sudden halt and suddenly turned towards the old man with a nefarious grin on its face revealing its razor sharp fangs. It was a trap! He quickly veered the other way as he spotted more of them pouring out of the forest. Heart racing, the old man tried in desperation to reach the safety of his cabin. He new it was in vain though; his legs were beginning to burn like fire, and they were gaining on him with ease. The glow of the cabin fire was visible ahead. He was going to make it! Filled with sudden hope, the old man pumped his legs even harder, ignoring the aching pain. Closer and closer he was nearing safety, but just as quick as hope was restored, it vanished as he felt one of them jump up and grab him by the shoulders, sinking its razor sharp fangs into his back. He fell to the ground in sudden agony, it was over now; they finally got him. He screamed out in extreme pain, as they all began to pounce on him, sinking their teeth in like little daggers. Numbness began to kick in as the poison was injected. Howls and hisses filled the air around him as the creatures celebrated their catch. They grabbed him by his ankles and drug him through the forest. Although paralyzed, the old man tried in vain to cry for help, his eyes filled with uncontrollable fear. And, as they drug him to his doom, he was too drenched in fear to notice the bones of other victims scattered on the forest ground. The fear grew worse, and as he saw that he was no longer in one piece, the horror of that realization was followed by one wish: that it would all be over soon.

Baby guinea pig hair loss? I have 4 baby guinea pigs born healthily to my female guinea pig 2 weeks ago. I have just noticed now that 2 of the pups have what it looks like some hair loss. The other two pups have full hair and are soft like how they were when they were born. But the other two their hair has become coarse and dry feeling. They have patches where the hair is shorter. The skin looks unaffected and they aren't scratching at themselves so it doesn't appear to be mites or parasites. It is like someone has given them a bad hair cut because there are no places where the skin is bare - it is just shorter. I give them plenty of fresh veggies every day. They get romaine/cos lettuce, carrots, red capsicum, tomato and a little bit of apple (or a rotation of these veggies) every day plus their usual unlimited amounts of hay, fresh grass and pellets. I wouldn't normally think it was a vitamin C deficiency but now I'm unsure. Perhaps their 2 other brother and sister plus mother are hogging all the food and they aren't getting enough vitamin C themselves? Maybe they didn't or aren't getting enough milk from their mother? Is it even a problem or am I just worrying over nothing? I would like to see their hair get back to normal as quick as possible because I will be separating the boys soon from their mother. Should I do it now and give them extra veggies just for themselves? They have an outdoor hutch so I give them hay and towels as bedding plus the grass on which their hutch sits on.They have an indoor area that is off the ground too to keep them safe and warm or cool.

What recommendations for and about purchasing a riding lawnmower do you have for me? I have a residence on .6 acre, without much trim, but I have a push mower for that already. Only 2 trees to work around, clear and fairly level front and back yard. I like to let it grow to about 5 to 6 inches before cutting it to 3 or 4. I have a lawn with thick patches. I was considering a 42" cutting deck is just fine. It appears that a 15.5 or 17.5 hp engine will do me just fine. However, I am unsure of my horsepower requirements for efficiency and performance cutting taller, thicker grass. I am not making mulch with it, but do plan to use it to pick up fallen leaves. Also, I would like to attach a plow to the front for a quick and easy solution to the sidewalk and driveway in winter. Also, do most manufacturer models come equipped with a bagger and hopper? My research shows that they are sold as accessories pretty often. Yeah...I planned to go cheap, and try to get in for about $1000 USD, but I realize that spending $15-2500 may make all the difference in durability, longevity, efficiency, etc. Splash...You read my mind on why I am planning this purchase for this week or the next.

What Do You Think Of This Beginning? It's fiction, but has many logically references. I want your opinion. DON'T COPY! : The moon was invisible on that night, deeply covered by gray clouds of the night and by storm. Stars were nonexistent, as well as a firm grasp of hope. The only light upon the ground was a distinct array of torchlight, and a few electrical occurrences of moronic use. Homes shook as they passed above, flying high and glorious in the midst of clogging clouds. Their windows became blurred at times, but were cleared as they came down to the resilient air that lay lower. Every fighter plane, every bomber jet, and every militia soldier strode swiftly and cleverly either on the ground or in the air, occasionally forcing people from their area with ultimate strength. The homes beneath were either destroyed or left vacant, only a few staying in their homes. Those who stayed held rifles at their sides, with knives and blades in their pockets. Planes soon came down, trying to force through homes and desperately trying to worry the public more. Their leader stood at the root of every decision, though his face was merely shown. A plane surfaced to the ground near their home, bursting flames on the dirt ground near their shackled white shelter. Its roof’s shudders had been torn, leaving only a few gray patches of protection. The gutters had been ripped from the home, lying upon the barren ground alone. Their home stood on a concrete support that was showing above the ground, and was part of a settlement of homes that was rising. They had happened to be one of the first to come, leaving them to be situated in the middle, but were graced with few neighbors. The empty field around them was soon going to be filled with grass and other plant life, but was scheduled otherwise until the next year. Inside, he scurried through his room for his pouch, hoping to pack everything he could. His hair was partly shaggy, even when brushed, and was mostly brown with a tint of black. His skin wasn’t the palest, but wasn’t the tannest of the other Caucasian boys at his school, though he didn’t mind. At his doorway, he stood about five feet and eight inches, and his limbs were perfectly lengthened to make his body appear normal. With a quick stroke past the mirror, he could see his eyes were moderately baggy, though still ordinary. He poked his cheek, trying to make a humorous face, then partly chuckled. With his action, he could tell how immature he was for a fourteen-year-old, nearly going on the age of fifteen. “Get down here Jared,” a man called from the stairway below. His hair was morally black and resembled greatly the same as his son’s: its length past the ears but not much more after that, partly covering the ears but easily accessible to be placed back, and with knots at some ends. His goatee covered part of his face, and the rest was covered with skin, his bright eyes, and deep eyebrows. “I’m coming, I just need to check something,” Jared responded. He opened his closet, and a picture frame fell from one the shelves inside. It showed a younger boy with his mother, both smiling, with a tree behind them in which they purposely stood in front of. It appeared to be on a hill, and the sky was resembling that the sun was setting. Her dress was white and simple, and the boy was wearing brown suspenders against a white shirt. The tree seemed aged, partly broken at parts, but seemed wise though it clearly was dead from a lightning stroke that hit it. Jared slowly bent down, grasping the frame from the ground and giving it a concerned look. He quickly kissed against the glass, then tears began to come down his face. The moment, still translucent, was meaningful to him, though he couldn’t understand why. He stood for a few moments, looking deeply into her face as though she was speaking, but he knew his mind was just playing tricks with him. In a slow motion, he placed the frame into his pouch, then sobbed partly. With a glance out of his glass window, he saw nothing but the gray clouded sky and what lay below it. Planes passed from above, coming into his vision a few moments later through the window. Everything began to blur for him, but came back on few occurrences as he peered over his room. It was painted white, and had a dim appearance to it. A closet lay on one side, his bed laying below the window, and a mirror laying beside the closet door. The floors were wooden, fairly elder, like the rest of the home. He felt partly relentless to leave his life behind, all the memories that were in this one room and home. But he knew that survival was necessary, and everything needed to be let go at one time.

rabbit disaster, help!..? okay so i was told to wash my rabbit cos shed ran into a muddy patch of grass (shes got white fur) but i really couldnt be bothered cos there was a really good film on tv i wanted to get her washed quickly so i put her in the washing machine so it was quick and i could watch the film while she was being washed when it finished i went to get her out and shes just lay there looking a bit like a rat and part of her ear has come off. i dont want to touch her but does anyone know what i can do with her until the morning? please respond quick, thanks.

How do you get a quicker green lawn? I moved back home to Hawaii (for financial reasons mostly), and my dad put me in charge of taking care of one his real estate listings. I mowed the lawn the other day, and now, most of the lawn is green, but there are all these patchs of yellow and brown grass. I've never had to take care of a lawn before, I don't really know how to fix this. My dad is really depending on me to keep this place looking nice, I'm trying to just water everything as much as I can, but I'm not really seeing decent results. Hawaii has plenty of sunlight, that's not an issue, but how can I fix the patches and make this place look green like a golf course? Does Miracle Grow have something? Is there a certain time in the day I should water the place?

dog urination law? uk????????????? im furious! my son has just took our dog in our street for a wee on a patch of grass that belong to nobody but the council. now a neighbour has just shouted at him telling him he cant take her there and upset him. i went down to ask him not to speak to my son like that and he has just gave me the same lip. he reckons there are laws as to where a dog can urinate and he thinks he is the law. my dog never poops on this patch of grass, its just somewhere for my son to take her for a quick wee she never poops there but he has a bag in his pocket in case, he even showed this neighbour the bag) so i can watch out of the window to make sure all is ok. the neighbour said my son should take our dog on the grass by the busy road at the bottom of the street as it is not in view of his house. does this man have a right to tell us what to do? we are very responsible owners and are we fine to use this patch of grass for our dog to urinate? i have spoken to the local council and the police and both laughed at what i told them. they even both asked me if i wanted to file a complaint against him! sesh, don't dog owners, even us responsible ones get a tough time. mudgirl, it is not right outside this mans house, it is over the road facing the whole row of houses in our street, including mine. @mudgirl again 'sigh' appalling behavoiur? so in your opinion dogs can only wee on the owners property? is everybody taking note? you must not walk your dog anywhere coz if your dog pees you are behaving appallingly!! silly girl!

accidentaly killed my neighbours puppy and ran over their cat with a lawn mower in the same day? heres what happend my wife forced me to try and poison the rats that inhabit our garden, i didnt want to, but she forced me. anyway, i foolishly left the rat poison in a bowl at the back door and wen inside to wash my hands and have a snack anyway, when i came back out 40 mins later all the rat poison was gone, i was scared at this moment. then my heart stopped when i thought about my neighbours new puppy who constantly comes through the whole in the fence, sniffs around, and then runs back. so i told my wife and we started looking around for the puppy, and as i had feared, we found the puppy at the back of our garden, not moving, and not opening his eyes. we took him in the house because our neighbours arent home, and my wife called the vets while i tried to comfort the poor thing, sadly the vet said nothing could be done as we live 2 hours away from the vets and he had eaten a very large amount, so we just had to sit with him, and he died less than an hour later. it was very sad. anyway i still had work to do in the garden so i thought i would get on with it and try to get my mind off the puppy. so as i was cutting the grass, and there is this big patch of grass where the grass is like 2 feet high, i looked at it, and thought it was a risk, bu i was going to drive the lawnmower over it anyway. so i was going over it and suddenly heard this sickening horrible screach and felt the cat under the lawnmower and i just had to keep going because i wanted it to be out of its pain as quick as possible, the sound still haunts me hours later, it was so awfull i cant even describe it. i wont go into details about the poor cat because it was so vulgar. and now my neighbours are going to be home in 2 or 3 hours, what am i going to tell them? could they press charges against me or something? will they understand if i try and explain what happend? how would you react if you were them?

ANyone want to critiue a descriptive paper? Any Given Friday Clock hits seven. Crowd Beginning to roar. The sound near deafening. Rainfall so cold it began to feel like hail. Each football player about to embark on a physically draining journey. Not many people get a chance to compete in a sport they worship, are given the ability to please their family and friends. This was the year I intended to do so. As I arrived in the parking lot of Forest Hills Central High School, standing five feet nine, Randy Moss covering my shoulders, and the wind carrying my featherlike stature, I realized this was a chance to start the new season with a bang. The field muddy like the everglades. Sun not in sight. Every perspiring body glancing at me, with an expression on their faces as if they were telling me, “Grab me some water.” I was still searching for my stamp of approval on the team, and a week later, the football team was my new home. Opening day of practice was tough and awkward. I compiled a long list of accomplishments, from the vast array of dropped passes, to the tackles that me hand failed to grasp. My morale at an all time low, I felt like an outsider looking in. I knew I wouldn’t start the first game, but hopefully I could reach the field before the clock struck zero. The next day was crucial in developing for any football player, the first practice that we strapped on the shoulder pads and began the actual workouts, or as we referred to it, “hell camp.” Ten minutes into our first contact drill, my hand felt like it was stabbed by a hundred thumbtacks, my thumb numb, wind carrying my finger through the air like an old American flag. I thought nothing of the injury at the time, just a quick infliction that would evaporate in no time, so I reached for my gloves and continued onward. The greatest feeling in the world is going to sleep after a crucial day of battering your body. Head laid on the pillow, I felt like a deer who just got hit by an oncoming car. The next morning my thumb, red as an apple, I began to suffer the feeling of a button dangling on a string. This was the last practice before the big game, the first game of my senior season, and just like many of my teammates, I was excited for the events to unravel. After practice, we all departed to the coach’s house for team bonding and a pork roast, and as the linemen called it, “dinner for the seniors.” I left the extravagance, anxiously waiting for tomorrow night. I felt like my stomach was tied into a huge knot, desperately trying to break the loophole. Over the previous year, I had built myself a nickname that would stick with me for the next two years, “Randy Moss.” The reason I had been blessed with this nickname, was my work ethic, I was known to have a vast amount of talent, but used it sparingly. So it was only fitting I was graced with the jersey of my role model. The numbers and the name on the jersey meant more than a logo. It was the source of pride for the team and the school, so we all were expected to live up to this billing. We all entered our locker room, every living body shaking as coach gave use a riveting speech to crack a new season. He informed us that one of our teammate’s girlfriend’s father had lost his life in the Iraq war. All shocked, teary eyed, consoling our fallen teammate, we knew this was more than a game: this contest was for our friend and her father. The initial JF on the back of the helmets, symbolizing the fallen soldier. Hand and hand we took the field, ready for the battle to begin. The kicker rushed to the ball, launching the leather into a onward spiral. Soaring through the air, the pigskin symbolized the start of the 2005 Ranger Football season had just begun. From the opening whistle, each individual examining the field, could tell it was our game to win. We ended the firs quarter on a downfield rampage, scoring in less than five minutes. At halftime the light bulbs on the scoreboard read twenty-one to seven. The pendulum had swung over to the confident visitors, the game had token a turn for the worse. The other side had no bruises, and an onlooker could tell by the cleanliness of their jerseys, that they had gained the momentum. As we sat in our locker room, in entered Jennie, the seventeen year old girl who lost her father early that morning. She dropped down to her knees and gave us a message that will be engraved in our hearts forever. She informed the team of the love of football, her father had gained, and the passion he brought to the football program. Begging each player for a victory, we promised to pass her the game ball at the end of the night We built of the energy, scoring four straight touchdowns to push the lead to forty-five to twenty-one. In the fourth quarter, the stadium became half empty, the game was well in hand. Coach hollered my name, pointing me onto the patch of the field he wanted me to zone. I had six minutes to put my mark on this game, I dove to the scene of the crime, quickly gathering three tackles. By some means I did not feel satisfied. I wanted something massive to happened, and the next play caught me by surprise. To my dismay, the visiting quarterback dropped back to pass. I hastily back pedaled and as I looked up the leather dropped into my arms. I was as shocked as the quarterback, I ran as fast as my legs could take me. End zone in sight, I accelerated hoping to reach the promised land. Twenty, ten, I could not be stopped, “Bam,” my knees pounded the turf, arms stretched six feet from the pylon. Grass stains covering half my mouth, although I was still able to crack a smile. I scampered back to the sideline with a sense of pride that I had never experienced before. This was the first time I didn’t get yelled at by my coaches after a play. My teammates, jumped toward me like a stampede of gazelle, forgetting the match was not over. We completed the final play, and jumped into the air. This was a huge victory for everyone that was a fan of our football team, and most importantly, for the squad. As we handed the game ball to Jennie, tears covering the pigskin, we quickly departed with a sense of pride. August 6th, 2005, was a date that all fifty-two men would hold onto as they progressed through life. Not only did that night make my entire love for football evolve, but it taught me many things, one of them being that there were important matters that overshadowed a game we played for pleasurable experiences. Another lesson I learned from that night was no matter how low you get, you must always put one-hundred percent into your work, and one day it just might pay off.

This my own short story version of Stephen Kings 1408? The House on Handler Street Prologue “Please, Mike don’t rent that house” James pleaded. Mike Slim was renting a house on Handler Street supposedly the house was haunted. But Mike Slim was on vacation and he wanted to give his family a treat. He wanted to rent a very nice house for a week, and the house was very nice. James Morin was the owner of the house, he had explained to Mike that in that house thirty-six people had committed suicide. But Mike did not care he wanted a house that his family would love and what he would also love. He wasn’t in the house now; he was in the house of James Morin. Once James gave him the key to the house he would go back out to his jeep and drive his family to it. Mike got a big grin on his face and said, “I am staying there no matter what just give me the key and I’ll leave you alone. There’s nothing you can do about it. That house was in the phone book in the rental section.” James looked down with a sad look on his face and said “Ok, what ever. But if something happens to you in that house, I will come to your funeral, look into your casket and say I told you so.” James fumbled in his pocket for a second and pulled out a rusted gold key. He handed it to Mike and said, “The address is 1305 Handler Street.” Then Mike turned around and walked out of James house. But he would soon figure out that should have never grabbed that key from James Morin. Chapter 1 Mike Slim stuck in the key of 1305 Handler Street, turned it and slowly pushed it open. Once it was open his two little daughters, Lily and Virginia, ran past him into the big Victorian style house. The house was white with two stories, it did not look that big on the outside but on the inside it was huge. Mike himself walked in and looked around for a second, then put down his bag and stretched his arms. His wife walked up to him, hugged him, and said, “O thank you honey. I love it and so do the kids” Mike saw his two daughters run down the stairs playing a game of tag. He would have told them to stop running in the house, but it isn’t his house so who cares? He picked his suitcase up again and propped it on the couch and sat next to it. Across from the couch was a big screen TV, he grabbed the remote and turned the TV on. A big football game was on, he pushed two numbers on the remote and yelled for his kids. “Girlies cartoon are on!” A few seconds later the two kids came running in giggling and tripping on their non tied shoelaces. He picked his suitcase up again and walked up the stairs, walked in the master bedroom and put his suitcase on the bed. He started to unpack when his wife, Jenny, walked in and said “Honey, how bout you take some time off me and the kids tomorrow. We have something big planned for our big man” Mike looked at her and said “O baby that would be great thanks” She kissed him and walked back down the stairs. He looked up from the bed and there was a picture above the bed, it was of one green pair and it was on a brown table. It was an ugly painting the pair was old and gross. Mike didn’t like looking at it so he turned away and walked back down the stairs of the house. Once he got downstairs he looked at the table next to the couch where the girls were sitting. There on the table was an old brown gross pair. He walked over to the pair and stared at it. He turned around and yelled for his wife. She walked in and he asked, “Where did you get this pair?” He moved aside so she could see the pair but when he moved she got a mystified look on her face and said “What pair?” Mike turned around and to his surprise the pair wasn’t there. Chapter 2 Mike had on his lucky Hawaiian flower shirt on. He was driving back to the house from his break day form the kids. He had gone to the beach and a couple of shops and bought a couple of things for the kids. He had also bought a new screwdriver for himself he needed one to fix the TV back at his real home. He the finally pulled up to the house and put his car in park. He got out with the duffle bag in hand with all the stuff he bought. He went up to the door and turned the handle. Nothing happened. The door was locked from the inside. He knocked on the door and called for his wife. Nothing. He started to knock a little harder. Then he decided to call the phone in there. He pulled out his cell phone and called the number, he got the answering machine. It said, “Your family is no longer with us Mr. Slim” It startled him and he dropped the cell phone. He then went to his duffel bag and pulled out his new screwdriver. He ripped off the package and pulled it out. He put in the key slot and turned a couple of times. Then he heard a click, and without any warning the door slowly slid open. He walked in and called for his wife, nothing. He then turned the screwdriver around, so just in case someone was in the house he could stab him or her. He walked in to the kitchen and saw blood everywhere, on the walls, on the ceiling, on the ground. His eyes got wide and his mouth opened wide. He walked over to the kitchen chair and sat down in it. There was still food, maybe that was the surprise, a big dinner. In front of Mike was one single glass of water. Mike didn’t know what happened, and he didn’t want to know. He started to cry when suddenly, one single drip of blood plopped into the glass in front of him. It startled him and he looked up. On the ceiling holding on to the beams of the ceiling was a man wielding a claw hammer. He shielded his face and fell back in his chair, onto his back. He rolled onto his feet and brought the screwdriver up to his face. His eyes were really wide now and now he thinks he should have believed James to not coming into this house. He held the screwdriver tight and ran backwards to the front door. He bumped his back against it and turned around, he turned the handle and nothing happened. He became very frantic and started shaking it and then very violently started banging on the door. Then he remembered the key to the house was on the table next to the couch. He turned around and looked at the table and on it was the gross old ugly pair. He hit it off the table and grabbed the key to the door. He put the key in the door and twisted it, but when he did it broke in half. Then the rest of the key in the door slid into the door. Mike came down to the keyhole and looked in it. He saw nothing just black. He backed away from the door and turned around. His family was all sitting at the kitchen table, but they weren’t real. They looked like they were a telegraphic picture. They were all talking about when Mike was coming home and if he bought them anything. He was wide eyed and in shock so he didn’t move a muscle. Then out of no where the man on the ceiling walked next to him looked at him for a minute then walked past him to the family. He raised his claw hammer and smashed Mike’s wife’s head open. She screamed and fell to the ground. The man then reached over the table and grabbed Lily’s hair and smashed her face in with claw part of the hammer. Virginia then got up from her chair and started to run away. He threw the hammer at her and the claw part stuck into the back of her head. It all happened in one big flash of a second. The man walked over to Virginia’s dead body and pulled the hammer out of her head. He then turned around to face Mike. Mike raised the screwdriver and rushed the man with the hammer. He ran faster then he ever had before. But when he got to the man, he raised the hammer ready to kill Mike as well. Mike shielded his face with his left arm and swung his right arm that had the screwdriver in it. But he went right threw the man and fell over and hit the ground with his face. He turned over on his back and looked up. Nothing was there. He got up and looked around. Nothing was anywhere. The dead bodies of his family were gone and it was just the blood again. He held the screwdriver and walked up the stairs. He went into the master bedroom and sat on the bed. He lay down on the bed and looked up then he noticed the painting above the bed again. He turned around and looked at it carefully. This time instead of a pair on the table it was a human head. It was his wife’s head on the table. He inhaled deeply and jumped on the bed. It was defiantly her head Mike could tell. But it wasn’t normal; on the face she had a huge grin. He took a step backward and tripped over something he fell hard and jumped back up. The face had changed again, this time her face had a little smile on it. Mike walked over to a chair against the wall, picked it up and walked next to the painting. He swung the chair against the painting and the glass around it smashed. The painting fell to the bed and the paper was smudged. Mike picked it up and took the paper out of the holding and crumbled it up. He walked back down stairs to the gas fireplace, switched on the fire, and threw the paper of the painting in it. It slowly burned. Mike turned around and there sitting on the table was his wife’s head. Mike didn’t believe it was there, so he closed his eyes. When he reopened them nothing was there. He turned around again to look at the fire, and above the fireplace was the painting but this time, on the table it was his head. Chapter 3 Mike took three steps backwards and tripped over something again. He got up slowly again and turned around to face the TV. He grabbed the remote and turned the TV on. The TV screen was blank, and then suddenly the screen blared with blue. Then a picture came up it was of Mike. It was like as if a camera was watching him and now it was playing on the TV. He walked closer to the TV and looked at it. It showed him looking at the TV. He then looked at it more carefully, behind him, was the man with the claw hammer. The man raised the hammer and was about to swing it down on Mike, when he turned around swiftly. Nothing was there. Mike inhaled and turned around to the TV. The TV was blank as if he never turned it on. He walked over to the couch and sat down. Then he thought something. No wonder all those people had killed themselves. Then the TV blared on with sound. It was so loud that Mike couldn’t take it. It was no ordinary sound either; it was like a bird and a monkey screeching very loudly. He walked over to the fireplace and grabbed the fire poker and swung it at the TV. The TV smashed to little bits. He dropped the fire poker on the ground. He then also went to his knees. He began to sob quietly and softly. Then somehow the front door opened. James Morin was in the doorway. Mike turned around quickly and his eyes got wide. James stood there staring at Mike and said “I warned you about this house” The James turned around and slammed the door shut. Mike rushed up and ran for the door. But when he got there it was already shut. He started to bag and punch the door like crazy. He walked over to the fire poker and picked it up. He went to the door and tried smashing the door open. Nothing, nothing worked he was never going to get out of this house. Then he heard footsteps coming down the stairs. He turned around and the wall that separated the upstairs from the down stairs was blocking the face of the man walking down, but Mike already knew whom it was. It was the man with the claw hammer it was Mikes turn to die. He walked closer to the stairs and he saw the man’s hands come down and one of the hands held a hammer. Mike started to back up when he bumped into something. Mike turned around and there, his wife, and two daughters were hanging with a noose around their neck. Mike yelled and ran the other way. He ran into the kitchen and there was no blood, there was just food on the table. The only blood was the one in the glass cup, the one single drop of blood that fell from the hammer. Mike sat in the chair and stared at the glass with the blood in it. Then he got up and turned around. The hammer man was standing there in front of his family’s bodies. Mike’s eyes looked sleepy and drowned out. His wife and two kids really kid kill them self. The image of them getting killed was just another reason for me to kill myself, Mike thought. Mike grabbed the fire poker and walked over to the hammer man. He swung the fire poker and the poker went right threw him. But then somehow, the man hit him in the side of the head with the hammer. Mike fell to his knees and then jumped forward to tackle the hammer guy. He went straight threw him. Mike couldn’t take it anymore he was starting to freak out. He jumped up and started swinging the poker widely. He didn’t stop until he reached the kitchen. He then grabbed a big chair and smashed the kitchen table with it. He then turned around and threw the chair across the room. It hit the door and smashed completely. Mike grabbed at his hair and started to pull some of it out. He walked back to the fireplace and looked at the painting and for some reason there was a pirate ship of some sort floating in the ocean. The painting was moving the boat was rocking back and fourth. Mike walked back over to the broke chair by the front door, and picked up one of the chairs legs. He then walked over to the painting wand swung the chair leg at the painting. But before it got there, the water from the painting broke out and smashed into Mike. He fell backwards and hit his head on the metal table and it smashed. He kept on rolling until he hit the wall. He was drowning, and he had to get out of it quick. He could feel himself going deeper and deeper into the water. Then somehow he was back in the house, just like that he back in the house. Standing there staring at the TV. The TV was blank so he didn’t know why he was staring at it. But then suddenly a picture popped up. It showed Mike putting a noose around his wife and two daughters neck. Mike turned around sharply and couldn’t believe the TV. But when he turned around his wife was lying on the couch. He walked over to her and grabbed on to her. “Jenny, Jenny are you awake?” Her eyes opened and stared at Mike. “Oh my honey, I cant believe what happened in my horrible dream. I remember seeing it all. But couldn’t do anything about it. A man of some sort was hanging the kid’s and me. We died but I could see everything. I even saw you honey. I saw you try to fight that man. But don’t worry honey, you will be just as dead as I am at the end of this” Mike’s wife clamped on to his shoulder and pulled him closer to her. He pushed her off of him and back away. Then her body slowly drifted away. Mike dropped to his back and lay there thinking of how he could have stopped this. When suddenly somehow walked up to him and said “You couldn’t” He snapped around onto his knees and the man with the hammer was standing there. He swung his hammer and Mike ducked. Mike jumped backwards and ran for the kitchen. Then he remembered something. This house had an alcoholic cabinet. He ran over to it and opened it up he got out a bottle of whiskey. He ran over to the cloths cabinet and grabbed one of those out. He slipped the cloth into the bottle and grabbed a lighter out of his pocket. He walked over to the living room and the hammer man was standing there staring at Mike. Mike glared right back. Then Mike broke the silence and said “If I’m going down, your coming with me” He lit the cloth in the whiskey bottle and threw it at the hammer man. It hit in front of him and he got fire suddenly. Then Mike walked over to the kitchen and saw a pack of Marlboros. He took one out and lit it. He took one drag and walked in front of the living room. The whole living room was on fire. The hammer man was moaning for help, “Go to hell” Mike yelled. Once he was down with the cigarette he flipped it in the fire. When the cigarette hit the fire the room exploded, and the whole house caught on fire. With Mike Slim inside of it. Epilogue Firefighters slammed open the door to 1305 Handler Street. There on the ground was Mike Slim coughing and for some reason laughing his head off. He didn’t stop laughing until the firemen brought him out of the house and lay him down on the grass. The firefighters were about to go back in when Mike grabbed his uniform and said, “Don’t go in that house. Its evil” Mike Slim was rushed to the hospital and was patched up. He went home after a month in the hospital. Mike was sitting in his new house and his lawyer was there with him. “Listen Mike, you have talked to many counselors. Everything that you claimed happened in that room didn’t happen.” Mikes lawyer, Clint Jenkins, said. Mikes lawyer was walking around with a box in his hands. Mike looked up and dragged a box over to him. Mike pulled out a box of stuff they found in the house once the fire was out. Mike put his hand in the box and pulled out a videotape. He slipped the tape in the VCR and pushed play. Clint stopped walking and stood there with the box in his hands watching the TV. A picture popped up of the hammer man hanging his wife and two kids. Then it switched to Mike looking at the TV, and the hammer guy swing his hammer at Mike. Mike turning around and looking scared. Then it switched it James Morin opening the door and saying, “I warned you about this house” Clint dropped the box with his mouth wide open and his eyes also wide open. Mike looked at Clint and said “The stuff that happened in that house was real, Clint. That house was supposed to kill me Clint. I was supposed to die in that house. I am the only one who made it out alive. Clint, That house is still out there. Their going to remodel it and someone else is going to die in that house” Then Mike’s door opened and James Mori walked in. “Very impressive, Mr. Slim. But too bad you just finished level one. Time for level two” Suddenly Clint jumped up and tackled Mike. Mike closed his eyes when he fell to the ground and when he opened them he was back in the house on Handler Street. Standing in the middle of the living room, staring at the TV.