Ask your question fast!
Question
Hello. How do i stop mice from going in my blue bird houses? Mate, I need your help. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
4
 In Stop
| ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
|
| ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
|  Powered by |  Q. English homework? writers craft. 10 points!? | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Q. How to stop groups of cats caterwauling? samson the muscle cat has just moved in the house two drives down my street with his new neighbors. he cuts a handsome figure, it cannot be denied. . dressed in fetching beachwear fashionably styled from the halcyon days of the french twenties.
but, it's two in the morning and he is perched on my bird bath as a podium of sorts and going through several poses and is surrounded by a gaggle of admiring felines, including my own russian blue. every time he spins around to unleash yet another striking pose, a caterwauling roar of approval erupts, rendering me awake.
it all seems harmless fun, and i don't really want to throw any boots out of the window as they always scamper off with them and covert them into little houses for mice.
"Is that you have the afore mentioned bird bath podium stage in the wrong..."
I say that's just not good enough ol chap , what seems the problem to me is that you have the afore mentioned bird bath podium stage in the wrong situation. You will have to call the local builder to erect a very nice and comfortable amphitheatre with adequate seating arrangements for the onlookers to admire and appluad the fine muscle feline as he parades and displays his mannerisms for the ladies. The builder can make the structure soundproof and drape fine cloths about the place to make them feel at ease with their new surroundings. The construction can easily be built from a fine summer house or pavillion , and surely you would be able to get a good nights sleep if all the marauders and applauders are out of the aural reach of yourself. I would also ask the builder if he could place in form a suitable convector for when the nights are a bit chilly, especially when Samson is only dressed in fetching beachwear.. hope this can be thoroughly resolved for your slumber ...
Q. Answer all 12 of my riddles? 1) what happened in 1961 and will not happen again until 6009?
2) imagine you are in a sinking rowboat surrounded by sharks. how would you survive?
3) on your way to the fair, you met 7 jugglers and a bear. every juggler had 6 cats, every cat had 5 rats, every rat had 4 houses, and every house had three mouses, and every mouse had 2 louses, and every louse had a spouse. how many are going to the fair?
4) there was an airplane crash and every single person died, but two lived. how is this possible?
5) a hiker pitched her tent and hiked straight south for 5 miles. she turned and hiked 5 miles straight east. she turned again and hiked 5 miles straight north. when she returned, a bear was in her tent. what color was the bear?
6) what kind of coat can only be put on when wet?
7) what month has 28 days?
8) what is in the middle of paris?
9) pronounced as one letter, and written as three, two letters there are and two only in me. i'm double, i'm single, i'm black, blue, or grey, i read from both ends, and the same either way. what am i?
10) i'm part of the bird that's in the sky, but i can swim in the ocean and still remain dry. what am i?
11) i turn around once. what is out will not get in. i turn around again. what is in will not get out. what am i?
12) i can be cracked, i can be made. i can be told, and i can be played. what am i?
brainz, you got all but one!
try 11 again
"Every rat had 4 houses..."
1) What happened in 1961 and will not happen again until 6009?
~~ The dates 1961 & 6009 can be read the same from left to right and right to left!
2) Imagine you are in a sinking rowboat surrounded by sharks. How would you survive?
~~ I would stop imagining!
3) On your way to the fair, you met 7 jugglers and a bear. Every juggler had 6 cats, every cat had 5 rats, every rat had 4 houses, and every house had three mouses, and every mouse had 2 louses, and every louse had a spouse. How many are going to the fair?
~~ Only one...me!
4) There was an airplane crash and every single person died, but two lived. How is this possible?
~~ They were married (all single people died)!
5) A hiker pitched her tent and hiked straight south for 5 miles. She turned and hiked 5 miles straight east. She turned again and hiked 5 miles straight north. When she returned, a bear was in her tent. What color was the bear?
~~ She was on the North Pole so the bear would be a white polar bear!
6) What kind of coat can only be put on when wet?
~~ A coat of paint!
7) What month has 28 days?
~~ All 12 of them!
8) What is in the middle of Paris?
~~ The letter 'R' !
9) Pronounced as one letter, and written as three, two letters there are and two only in me. I'm double, I'm single, I'm black, blue, or grey, I read from both ends, and the same either way. What am I?
~~ Eye!
10) I'm part of the bird that's in the sky, but I can swim in the ocean and still remain dry. What am I?
~~ The bird's shadow!
11) I turn around once. What is out will not get in. I turn around again. What is in will not get out. What am I?
~~ A lock!
12) I can be cracked, I can be made. I can be told, and I can be played. What am I?
~~ A Joke!!!.
Q. Do yew like my story so far? :d? i wrote this like ten minutes ago. and it's supposed to be a haunting story. well read it and tell me if you like it. font: cataneo bt, size: 11. the timeline is maybe in the 1600s? without cars or electronics, and horses. not medieval times. plz, if yew like it add me as a contact, so yew can see the latest updates i have made ^.^
central was the creepiest town ever, people would say. i painted it as sad and lonely. i will give you the grand tour. as you ride along on your horse, you could see a faded graveyard well with age in the distance, on the right of the setting sun. i encouraged bella, my white horse to continue following mama and papa. she promised this town would change everything around. and that is exactly what happened.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“all settled in?” mama asked. i breathed a sigh of relief as the last of my boxes for my room was unpacked. “yes mama. i’m going to try and make new friends. all right?” she smiled. “wonderful megan.” off i went to start my morning adventure, first stopping by the stables to pet bella and give her a juicy apple. i then ran along the rolling fields and hills feeling the grass tickle my legs under my blue dress. to be this free must be a crime, ain’t it? flying along the fields, hearing the whispers of field mice and chirping calls of birds from high and from low. spying on little creatures of the rocks and flowing waters, and to even let your hair flow freely past your shoulders, into the wind. this whole world must be illegal! the setting sun with its beautiful setting colors, the kind people, minus the cruel people, sweet smells of strawberry tarts, and galloping hooves of thunder by happy wild horses. to live even shall be a gift, eh? now in life, we don’t even to seem to even appreciate the small things. the ones that matter most.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
i ran past the old small one room house held together only by nails and wood. it used to be a huge victorian house, yes in the middle of nowhere with fine maids and the best food, but a mysterious fire brought it all down. the teenager girl, wendy that lived there was sad and lonely. her mama never really married with a true heart, and didn’t believe in love. well wendy was sad and lonely because after all those years of living in central, she found a man. his name was henry. he gave her a beautiful gold locket. but when mama found out she was outraged, and thus threw the necklace into that fast moving stream outside their house. wendy was heartbroken and grieved for hours screaming all the time. some say the old woman cast a spell on that very stream. because the next day henry was found dead in the stream.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
sad and even more heartbroken, she threw herself off the balcony, almost seven stories, therefore crushing her arm and her leg. nothing more. she was okay, not really okay, but alive. some even say she was alive because henry was still watching over her. she crawled over to the stream, and caught a fish. she managed to pry its slimy mouth open and tear it all the way back. she screamed as she found the necklace inside its throat. she pulled it out and smiled. her dying wish was to find the necklace. and die besides her love under the gleaming moonlight.
'Yew' need to work on it, to be honest.
Q. How should i write a newspaper story on a poem ? the poem name is flannan isle by wilfred wilson gibson? hough three men dwell on flannan isle
to keep the lamp alight,
as we steer'd under the lee, we caught
no glimmer through the night!
a passing ship at dawn had brought
the news; and quickly we set sail,
to find out what strange thing might all
the keepers of the deep-sea light.
the winter day broke blue and bright,
with glancing sun and glancing spray,
as o'er the swell our boat made way,
as gallant as a gull in flight.
but, as we near'd the lonely isle;
and look'd up at the naked height;
and saw the lighthouse towering white,
with blinded lantern, that all night
had never shot a spark
of comfort through the dark,
so ghastly in the cold sunlight
it seem'd, that we were struck the while
with wonder all too dread for words.
and, as into the tiny creek
we stole beneath the hanging crag,
we saw three queer, black, ugly birds--
too big, by far, in my belief,
for guillemot or shag--
like seamen sitting bold upright
upon a half-tide reef:
but, as we near'd, they plunged from sight,
without a sound, or spurt of white.
and still too mazed to speak,
we landed; and made fast the boat;
and climb'd the track in single file,
each wishing he was safe afloat,
on any sea, however far,
so it be far from flannan isle:
and still we seem'd to climb, and climb,
as though we'd lost all count of time,
and so must climb for evermore.
yet, all too soon, we reached the door--
the black, sun-blister'd lighthouse door,
that gaped for us ajar.
as, on the threshold, for a spell,
we paused, we seem'd to breathe the smell
of limewash and of tar,
familiar as our daily breath,
as though 'twere some strange scent of death:
and so, yet wondering, side by side,
we stood a moment, still tongue-tied:
and each with black foreboding eyed
the door, ere we should fling it wide,
to leave the sunlight for the gloom:
till, plucking courage up, at last,
hard on each other's heels we pass'd
into the living-room.
yet, as we crowded through the door,
we only saw a table, spread
for dinner, meat and cheese and bread;
but all untouch'd; and no one there:
as though, when they sat down to eat,
ere they could even taste,
alarm had come; and they in haste
had risen and left the bread and meat:
for on the table-head a chair
lay tumbled on the floor.
we listen'd; but we only heard
the feeble cheeping of a bird
that starved upon its perch:
and, listening still, without a word,
we set about our hopeless search.
we hunted high, we hunted low,
and soon ransack'd the empty house;
then o'er the island, to and fro,
we ranged, to listen and to look
in every cranny, cleft or nook
that might have hid a bird or mouse:
but, though we searched from shore to shore,
we found no sign in any place:
and soon again stood face to face
before the gaping door:
and stole into the room once more
as frighten'd children steal.
aye: though we hunted high and low,
and hunted everywhere,
of the three men's fate we found no trace
of any kind in any place,
but a door ajar, and an untouch'd meal,
and an overtoppled chair.
and, as we listen'd in the gloom
of that forsaken living-room--
o chill clutch on our breath--
we thought how ill-chance came to all
who kept the flannan light:
and how the rock had been the death
of many a likely lad:
how six had come to a sudden end
and three had gone stark mad:
and one whom we'd all known as friend
had leapt from the lantern one still night,
and fallen dead by the lighthouse wall:
and long we thought
on the three we sought,
and of what might yet befall.
like curs a glance has brought to heel,
we listen'd, flinching there:
and look'd, and look'd, on the untouch'd meal
and the overtoppled chair.
we seem'd to stand for an endless while,
though still no word was said,
three men alive on flannan isle,
who thought on three men dead
ps can u answer before 15 dec
The best newspaper articles contain facts, versus opinions. However, this doesn't prevent you from expressing opinions about the poem if you clearly label them as your opinions, or the opinions of others. If you clearly say something is an opinion you are stating a fact.
With the above in mind:
One set of facts would be biographical information about Gibson, the author's interpretation of the poem if one can be found, and whatever you can find out about Flannon Isle and the Flannon lighthouse; including the lifestyles of lighthouse keepers and the long term impact of living in isolation.
Another set of facts would be your interpretation of the poem and and any other interpretations of the poem that can be found. These interpretations would be enhanced if you could give plausible information which would shed light on why Gibson wrote the poem. For example, is Gibson possibly describing experiences from his own life, or is he disguising actual personal experiences with symbolic wording.
Q. Survey survey survey!!!..? dont answer if your gunna write no or something stupid other then answering some or all of the q's :)
1. where were you 3 hours ago? right here on my desk watching the batchelorette
2. who are you in love with? my best friend named...well i shall not tell you her name :p
3. have you ever eaten a crayon? yup it was blue
4. is there anything pink within 10 feet of you? my shirt has pink on it
5. when is the last time you went to the mall? uhm like a month ago :p
6. are you wearing socks right now? nope :p
7. do you have a car worth over $2,000? my parents both have like $20,000 cares i dont haave a car yet :(
8. when was the last time you drove out of town? lol lik yesterday :p
9. have you been to the movies in the last 5 days?yup saw the killers and sex and the city 2 last night :p
10. are you hot? idk :p
11. what was the last thing you had to drink? brisk :p
12. what are you wearing right now? pink purple and blue tye dye mickey mouse shirt and blur pj pants
13. do you wash your car or let the car wash do it? i leave it to the car wash machine :p
14. last food that you ate? pizza :)
15. where were you last week at this time? hmm i think i was at my friends house...cant remember :p
16. have you bought any clothing items in the last week? nope
17. when is the last time you ran? today :p
18. what's the last sporting event you watched? fifa south afric game like 2 days ago :p
19. what is your favorite animal? dogs :)
20. your dream vacation? greece :)
21. last person's house you were in? my parents :p
22. worst injury you've ever had? i had to get stitches in my foot
23. have you been in love? yup im in love right now :)
24. do you miss anyone right now?yup (the same girl as q 24)
25. last play you saw?hmmm i cant remember... oh wait i saw high school musical with my sisters
26. what is your secret weapon to lure in the opposite sex? my smile and brutal honesty :p
27. what are your plans for tonight? i have to work tommorow so im gunna try to go to sleep early (probably not gunna sleep til 5 though cuz im paranoid :p)
28. who is the last person you sent a myspace message or comment? i dont have myspace :)
29. next trip you are going to take? going to chicago or ny in july
30. ever go to camp? nope :p i dont like bugs and birds (other then ducks)
31. were you an honor roll student in school? yup so far ive gotten high honors 9-11
32. what do you want to know about the future? who im going to marry/ what job will i have?
33. are you wearing any perfume or cologne?nope but i smell like my body wash :p (irish spring)
34. are you due sometime this year for a doctor's visit? yup i guess i will go at somepoint :p
35. where is your best friend? at a swimming course for her life guarding degree :)
36. how is your best friend? shes nervous right now :(
37. do you have a tan? im like middle eastern and black and white but my skin is like...fully white :p
38. what are you listening to right now? the batchelorette
39. do you collect anything? coins, stickers, shoes, notes that people write to me
40. who is the biggest gossiper you know?my mom! :p
41. last time you got stopped by a cop or pulled over? uhm so far never :d
42. have you ever drank your soda from a straw? yup when i go to restraunts they give me a straw
43. what does your last text message say? lol, i'll tell her :)
44. do you like hot sauce? nope :p like i like spicy food but i dont like ruining food by changing the flavour :p
45. last time you took a shower? this morning abotu 5 hours ago
46. do you need to do laundry? no i only have like 2 shirts, underwear a hoody and a pair of jeans iin my hamper so i can wait a few more days :p
47. what is your heritage? irish, african, arab american
48. are you someone's best friend? yup :)
49. are you rich? yes, (im rich in love), as for actual money not really :p
50. what were you doing at 12am last night? watching the killers :p
lol so those are my answers what are yours?
1. Where were you 3 hours ago? right here on ma couch lol
2. Who are you in love with? My mom, dog and car
3. Have you ever eaten a crayon? yes and idk the color
4. Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you? nope red
5. When is the last time you went to the mall? 2 weeks ago
6. Are you wearing socks right now? no
7. Do you have a car worth over $2,000? I dont have a car I drive my mothers
8. When was the last time you drove out of town? today
9. Have you been to the movies in the last 5 days?Yes I saw shrek the 3rd with my besties
10. Are you hot? yes definetly Im spicy
11. What was the last thing you had to drink? red bull
12. What are you wearing right now? red and blue jeans
13. Do you wash your car or let the car wash do it? blahh
I cut this survey short because for some odd reason I have a life =P
Q. Is this the 100 greatest songs ever? they are just in alphabetical order, not in order of how good they are. what would you add? what would you take away? etc.
abc- the jackson 5
american pie- don mclean
american woman- the guess who
another brick in the wall- pink floyd
axel f- harold faltermeyer
baba o’riley (teenage wasteland)- the who
bad moon rising- creedence clearwater revival
blowin’ in the wind- bob dylan
blue suede shoes- elvis presley
bohemian rhapsody- queen
born in the u.s.a.- bruce springfield
born under a bad sign- cream
break on through- the doors
bridge over troubled water- simon and garfunkel
brown eyed girl- van morrison
california dreamin’- mammas & the pappas
california girls – the beach boys
cat’s in the cradle – harry chapin
come together- the beatles
crazy – gnarls barkley
crazy train – ozzy osbourne
don’t fear the reaper – blue oyster cult
don’t stop – fleetwood mac
don’t stop believin- journey
don’t you forget about me- simple minds
dream on- aerosmith
every breath you take- the police
every rose has its thorn- poison
fire and rain- james taylor
float on- modest mouse
for what it’s worth- buffalo springfield
free bird- lynyrd skynyrd
free falling- tom petty
great balls of fire- jerry lee lewis
hard day’s night- the beatles
hey jude- the beatles
highway to hell- acdc
hotel california- eagles
hound dog- elvis presley
house of the rising sun- the animals
i can’t get no) satifaction- the rolling stones
i can’t help myself (sugar pie honey, bunch)- the four tops
i got you (i feel good)- james brown
i heard it through the grapevine- marvin gaye
i just called to say i love you- stevie wonder
i walk the line- johnny cash
imagine- john lennon
immigrant song- led zeppelin
in the garden of eden (inna-gadda-da-vida)- iron butterfly
insane in the brain- cypress hill
iron man- black sabbath
jailhouse rock- elvis presley
jesse’s girl- rick springfield
jukebox hero- foreigner
jump- van halen
kashmir- led zeppelin
layla- derek & the dominoes
lean on me- bill withers
light my fire- the doors
magic bus- the who
margaritaville- jimmy buffet
men in black- will smith
money- pink floyd
my sharona- the knack
new york new york- frank sinatra
no woman no cry- bob marley
one- 3 dog night
piano man- billy joel
power of love- huey lewis and the news
purple haze- jimmi hendrix
purple rain- prince
sharp dressed man- zz top
shining star- earth, wind, and fire
soul man- the blues brothers
stairway to heaven- led zeppelin
stand by me- ben e. king
summer in the city- lovin’ spoonful
sunshine of your love- cream
sweet child o mine- guns n’ roses
sweet home alabama- lynyrd skynyrd
take on me- aha
taking care of business- bachman turner overdrive
tequila sunrise- eagles
the joker- steve miller band
the sound of silence- simon and garfunkel
these eyes- the guess who
tom sawyer- rush
tribute- tenacious d
walk this way- aerosmith
we will rock you- queen
welcome to the jungle- guns n’ roses
what a wonderful world- louis armstrong
where have all the flowers gone- peter, paul, and mary
white room- cream
wild thing- the troggs
woman- wolfmother
wonderful tonight- eric clapton
yellow submarine- the beatles
you can’t always get what you want- the rolling stones
your song- elton john
Your question is a very good one and hopefully would bring out a lot of responses.
First, from your list, it looks like we are working with the rock and roll era. - that's good.
If your question was your favorite top 100 that would be different for each person. But you are specific to the greatest songs ever and that also would change from person to person.
I like your list and will need to take some time to check it out. I will need to compare against my favorites and see if I can add to the songs you have listed.
The following may not be my favorites to replace but may be a better song for the artist.
Some possible suggestions:
For One - Three Dog Night - (Joy to the World - Mama Told Me (Not to Come) or Black and White) could replace
For Bad Moon Rising CCR - Proud Mary CCR could replace
For Your Song - Funeral for a Friend/Love Lies Bleeding could replace
For Jukebox Hero - Feels like the First Time or Waiting for a Girl Like You could replace
For Welcome to the Jungle Guns and Roses - a song like Get Over It - Eagles may replace
For The Joker - Rock N Me or Abracadabra by Steve Miller
For These Eyes the Guess Who - I might replace with 25 or 6 to 4 by Chicago
For the two Who Songs which are also great I may replace with Won't Get Fooled Again and My Generation
For Sharp Dressed Man - Legs or Gimme all Your Lovin or La Grange by ZZ TOP
For Don't Stop - I had Dreams or Gypsy by Fleetwood Mac
For Stevie Wonder Signed Sealed and Delivered may replace I Just Called to Say I Love You
I was also trying to find a place for More Then a Feeling - Boston , A Day in the Life - The Beatles, Crazy on You - Heart, and I'm Eighteen - by Alice Cooper
If I had some more time I could add a couple more to the list. Your list is great and it would make a fine 5 or 6 CD Box set.
Q. Read chapter 1 of my story and tell me how you like it (don't worry, it's actually good)!? if you were in a bookstore and decided to check it out based on the first few pages, would you buy it?
chapter 1: if i were etiquette, i’d be abomination
“why do you sing to them? why don’t you sing to me? i want to feel your voice, i want your song inside me…”
the last weak sunrays of an evening sky faded slowly into the moonlight. a gamut of blues, oranges, and pinks were prominent at that time, and how beautiful they were. the last calls of morning birds could be heard in the distance; silent, deathly screeches -- a solemn call for a reprieve not given, a french horn applauding the night.
on a lone road with crag-like sidewalks bearing sloping blades of grass, a dust-colored house sat atop the cul-de-sac, with a chipping exterior and old spotted windows. on a warm brown rocking chair, a young girl sat in the stale shade, strumming a guitar.
“if there‘s a will, there is a way out of this place...” her voice, a mellow, faint tone, ripped through the thick skin of the silence. heavy strumming sent waves throughout the balsa wood deck, rumbling the house.
the front door, a clashing crimson, opened dramatically, “damnit, brenna, shut up!”
she turned to face an older man with a tired faced sporting worry lines etched across his forehead. his hair was a mouse brown, though it was beginning to gray from the middle, and his eyes, oddly enough, seemed to follow in suit. a cigarette hung from his lips as he spoke, wavering with each syllable. red hot ashes fell to his plain shoes as he scuffled his feet on the welcome mat.
“what? you don’t like it? i thought i was pretty good. sorry for waking the dead.” she rolled her sea colored eyes.
the man sighed, “listen, it’s not that. you’re wonderful, beautiful… but you see what time it is. people don’t want to be disturbed at this time of night by your racket -- beautiful racket, that is.” he flashed a broken smile.
“it’s not night and i’m not disturbing anyone.” brenna shot back quickly.
“ugh, you blondes are so dense. the point is this: nobody wants to hear you screaming at the top of your lungs as they try to eat dinner!” he rocked back and forth in the doorway.
“okay, alright. fine. i’ll just go upstairs and practice if you don’t mind.” she lifted herself from the chair with a worn out creak, but she was blocked from entering.
“daddy…” she mumbled desperately, hugging her petite figure with her guitar wrapped close to her body.
“we’re going to sit down and eat like a normal family. give me the guitar.” sternness crept into his voice.
“define normal.” brenna challenged.
“define ‘give me the damn guitar’.”
“fine, j-just fine!” she shoved the guitar to him and pushed her way into the house.
the living room was awfully plain, donning dull blue couches with oversized pillows and footrests to match. a coffee table smothered with various magazines and ashtrays sat in the very center of a tiger pattern rug. sitting down on a loveseat next to a window was a middle aged woman with a stern face and faint lines around the jaw.
“well, i guess we’re going to eat, then.” she said, turning off the television.
“i guess so.” brenna replied nonchalantly.
filing into the dining room, a quiet brown, the family of three each took their places at a fancy oak table. engraved china plates were topped with cold macaroni and cheese and a sultry chicken dinner.
“looks good.” brenna’s father said, staring at the meal before him.
“so, how’s work?” said brenna’s mother after a sip of water
“same old, same old,” he replied. “it’s always the same. always. why bother asking?”
“oh, charles!” she began, “i asked you a simple question! stop being so negative… especially at the table.” she took a glance at brenna.
“oh, margaret!” charles mocked, “don’t ask what you don’t want to know.”
forks, knives, and spoons made slow metallic clicks thereafter, silence becoming lost in the tension.
“honey, i just don’t want this to fall apart..” margaret’s voice was thick with despair. “oh, god…” a shaky breath erupted from her and tears skated down her cheeks.
“no…” said charles. he stared dismayingly at his plate, focusing on carrots rather than his wife.
“i don’t know who you are anymore!” she exclaimed, though brenna rolled her eyes at the dramatic nature of the cry.
“i don’t know who i am anymore, either.” he replied simply, still intently focusing on his dinner plate.
a small, exasperated giggle came from margaret. she placed a napkin over her food and got up, wiping her hands on a dishtowel. “you’re too full of it.”
“mom…” brenna looked at her mother sternly.
“what, you hate me, too?”
“and you said we would have dinner like a normal family.” brenna muttered as she got up from the table and walked quickly past her father.
“brenna! brenna, come here!” margaret screamed at the top of her lungs.
“no!” was heard from upstairs, followed by a door slamming.
“brenna! brenna!” she ran up the
the stairs stiffly, coughing.
as margaret ascended to the second floor of the house, charles sat alone at the kitchen table. he slowly got up, his hand on his chest. his skin was becoming pale. he walked into the living room and sat down on the large couch, disturbing their calico housecat, who sprinted away with the jingle of a bell sounding from her collar. with his face buried in his hands, he let out a sickening groan. chaos could be heard upstairs.
“stop it! stop it!” brenna’s faint scream could be heard from a far away room. the sound of sobbing, crashing, and a flurry of swearing shattered the home’s four walls. pandemonium swelled in size as a battered margaret tumbled violently down the stairs.
“what the hell?!” charles stood up with a start. he ran over to his wife and shook her madly. “margaret, margaret!? brenna! what did you do?!”
“she--no! it’s not my fault!” said a small, teary voice.
margaret’s body felt cold in charles’ hands. “oh my god. oh my god. oh my god.”
that's all i'll post -- the chapter is waaay too long.
the genre of the book is still undetermined, but it's not a mystery or suspense... it's just a book about life. :)
(i'm actually writing as i go, not planning because it's just not fun that way.)
another excerpt from the chapter:
xavier sighed, “i guess i’ll just go then.”
“i guess you will.” she replied coldly.
neither said a word to each other as he climbed back out of the window and down the crisscross fence entangled with ivy. she shut the window quietly, leaving it unlocked.
brenna sat down on her plush-like bed, a marvelous pink canopy with large pillows and frilly sheets. she closed her eyes and took shallow breaths. her body tensed as a solemn cry ensued, shaking her core. punching her mattress repeatedly, she hollered ‘no’ countless
times, throwing stuffed animals onto the floor.
the genre of the book is still undetermined, but it's not a mystery or suspense... it's just a book about life. :)
(i'm actually writing as i go, not planning because it's just not fun that way.)
another excerpt from the chapter:
xavier sighed, “i guess i’ll just go then.”
“i guess you will.” she replied coldly.
neither said a word to each other as he climbed back out of the window and down the crisscross fence entangled with ivy. she shut the window quietly, leaving it unlocked.
brenna sat down on her plush-like bed, a marvelous pink canopy with large pillows and frilly sheets. she closed her eyes and took shallow breaths. her body tensed as a solemn cry ensued, shaking her core. punching her mattress repeatedly, she hollered ‘no’ countless
times, throwing stuffed animals onto the floor.
ignore that repost. e_e
who says she's dead? -wink.-
wow! that's really great. it's also really suspenseful. but i would add more description on the characters. great job though!
p.s. i'm so gonna buy ur book after you publish it! <3
Just put your answer in the box below and hit Save.
Can you help us by answering one of these related questions?
We need your help! Please help us improve our content by removing questions that are essentially the same and merging them into this question. Please tell us which questions below are the same as this one:
Q: How do i stop mice from going in my blue bird houses?
