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Voting Question: Do You Like This Story? (YES I KNOW IT SPELLED WRONG!!!! I'm only 14!! Not so good)?
Final Knights
Chapter One: The New Beginning
"Sir, are you awake sir?" I heard. I looked around and saw sand and wind. Then I saw an old bald bearded man. "Hear have some water." Then he gave me his gloss bottle full of cold fresh water. Then after I took a sip I felt refreshed. "So where am I?" I asked. "You are in the Zagira Desert . I am traveling to the Zagira Mountains to get the water from the mountains. Where are you going?" he asked. " I don't remember." I said. "Well Im Gaiyanabi But most people call me Sir Gaiya for short. What's your name?" He asked. "I don't remember. Actually I don't remember anything." I said. " Well everyones got to have a name. How about Nashobi?" asked Sir Gaiya. "Thats perfect!" I said. "You should get home and rest." said Sir Gaiya. " I don't... remember where I live though." I said. "Hmm Nashobi... why don't you stay with me? I live in a small village called " Kasha. Please follow me." Nashobi and Sir Gaiya walked to Kasha to Sir Gaiya's house. Sir Gaiya took out some blankets and pillows on the floor. "Here you can sleep on my bed and I can sleep on the floor." said Sir Gaiya "Thanks so much." Nashobi said. I woke up the next morning and noticed that Sir Gaiya was not on his bed. I looked out side and I saw him fishing at the creek near by. I putted on my jacket and went outside. "Good morning." I said. "Good morning. How are you today?" asked Sir Gaiya. "I'm fine. I see you are an early bird." I said. "Yeah, I do like to get up early. Im getting fish for dinner. By the way. I have an important question for you" said Sir Gaiya. "What is it?" I asked. "Well... yesterday remember when I told you I was traveling to Zagira Mountains?" Sir Gaiya asked "Yea" "Well I'm going there to get water, and there are lots of monsters there so can you come with me." Sir Gaiya asked. "Sure. But when are we leaving?" I asked. "The rise of dawn tomorrow " he said.
Chapter 2: The Truth
"Wake up sleepy head" I heard. "No mom... five more minutes" I said in a sleepy voice. "..." "Oh it's you Sir Gaiya, I thought you were my mother. I can't remember much about her but I did know she would wake me up everyday and get ready for school , and she would've badly scold me if I didn't do my work. I miss my mother." I said. " I bet we will find your mother soon. Now lets start going." Said Sir Gaiya. I putted on my white shirt. "Don't forget your sword." said Sir Gaiya. "What sword I asked. " Don't you remember? Their are monsters on the mountains. So we are going to need to kill them don't we?" "Yes sir. But where is the sword?" " Go in my bedroom and look under the bed." I went into the bedroom. "Wow..." I was amazed of all of these photos of Sir Gaiya. "I ran to the bed then looked under it. I saw two swords. Grabbed them both and ran to Sir Gaiya. "Here you go sir. By the way... Are you a monk?" I asked. "Well Yes, But about 20 years ago." "How come your bald then." I asked. "Well... Its a long story. Would you like to hear the story?" he asked. "Sure." "Well It started a long time ago when I was a monk. " Then an evil demon named Yukawa that had metal horns on his head captured my wife and my two children. He said he would let them free if I became a Shioni. A Shioni is a type of evil monk. That can transform into anything but they are slaves to Yukawa. So I accepted. He let my family go but I became his slave for life. Then I broke out of my chains from a spell that I learned to break metal. Then I sneaked into Yukawa's room when he was sleeping. Then I used the spell to cut his horns off his head then I used the horn to stab him into his heart. Then he died. Then I ran away and they never found me." "Wow..." I said. Now lets get going!
Chapter 3: The Adventure Begins
I woke up early that morning. All of that excitement building up inside my body. I can't wait for the adventure to begin. I heard some foot steps coming from upstairs. "Hey , you're awake. What a surprise. I didn't know you were awake.
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Resolved Question: do you have some one in the military away for the holidays?
this is worth all the reading...
The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.
Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
Transforming the yard to a winter delight.
The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,
Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.
My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.
In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,
So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.
The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,
But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.
Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the
sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.
My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
And I crept to the door just to see who was near.
Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.
A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,
Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.
"What are you doing?" I asked without fear,
"Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!
Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,
You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"
For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,
Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts..
To the window that danced with a warm fire's light
Then he sighed and he said "Its really all right,
I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night."
"It's my duty to stand at the front of the line,
That separates you from the darkest of times.
No one had to ask or beg or implore me,
I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me.
My Gramps died at 'Pearl on a day in December,"
Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers."
My dad stood his watch in the jungles of 'Nam',
And now it is my turn and so, here I am.
I've not seen my own son in more than a while,
But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile.
Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,
The red, white, and blue... an American flag.
I can live through the cold and the being alone,
Away from my family, my house and my home.
I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.
I can carry the weight of killing another,
Or lay down my life with my sister and brother..
Who stand at the front against any and all,
To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall."
" So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright,
Your family is waiting and I'll be all right."
"But isn't there something I can do, at the least,
"Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast?
It seems all too little for all that you've done,
For being away from your wife and your son."
Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,
"Just tell us you love us, and never forget.
To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone,
To stand your own watch, no matter how long.
For when we come home, either standing or dead,
To know you remember we fought and we bled.
Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,
That we mattered to you as you mattered to us."
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Resolved Question: I am writing a story called Final Knights. (Unfinished) What Do You Think? ?
Chapter One: The New Beginning
"Sir, are you awake sir?" I heard. I looked around and saw sand and wind. Then I saw an old bald bearded man. "Hear have some water." Then he gave me his gloss bottle full of cold fresh water. Then after I took a sip I felt refreshed. "So where am I?" I asked. "You are in the Zagira Desert . I am traveling to the Zagira Mountains to get the water from the mountains. Where are you going?" he asked. " I don't remember." I said. "Well Im Gaiyanabi But most people call me Sir Gaiya for short. What's your name?" He asked. "I don't remember. Actually I don't remember anything." I said. " Well everyones got to have a name. How about Nashobi?" asked Sir Gaiya. "Thats perfect!" I said. "You should get home and rest." said Sir Gaiya. " I don't... remember where I live though." I said. "Hmm Nashobi... why don't you stay with me? I live in a small village called " Kasha. Please follow me." Nashobi and Sir Gaiya walked to Kasha to Sir Gaiya's house. Sir Gaiya took out some blankets and pillows on the floor. "Here you can sleep on my bed and I can sleep on the floor." said Sir Gaiya "Thanks so much." Nashobi said. I woke up the next morning and noticed that Sir Gaiya was not on his bed. I looked out side and I saw him fishing at the creek near by. I putted on my jacket and went outside. "Good morning." I said. "Good morning. How are you today?" asked Sir Gaiya. "I'm fine. I see you are an early bird." I said. "Yeah, I do like to get up early. Im getting fish for dinner. By the way. I have an important question for you" said Sir Gaiya. "What is it?" I asked. "Well... yesterday remember when I told you I was traveling to Zagira Mountains?" Sir Gaiya asked "Yea" "Well I'm going there to get water, and there are lots of monsters there so can you come with me." Sir Gaiya asked. "Sure. But when are we leaving?" I asked. "The first rise of dawn tomorrow " he said.
Chapter 2: The Truth
"Wake up sleepy head" I heard. "No mom... five more minutes" I said in a sleepy voice. "..." "Oh it's you Sir Gaiya, I thought you were my mother. I can't remember much about her but I did know she would wake me up everyday and get ready for school , and she would've badly scold me if I didn't do my work. I miss my mother." I said. " I bet we will find your mother soon. Now lets start going." Said Sir Gaiya. I putted on my white shirt. "Don't forget your sword." said Sir Gaiya. "What sword I asked. " Don't you remember? Their are monsters on the mountains. So we are going to need to kill them don't we?" "Yes sir. But where is the sword?" " Go in my bedroom and look under the bed." I went into the bedroom. "Wow..." I was amazed of all of these photos of Sir Gaiya. "I ran to the bed then looked under it. I saw two swords. Grabbed them both and ran to Sir Gaiya. "Here you go sir. By the way... Are you a monk?" I asked. "Well Yes, But about 20 years ago." "How come your bald then." I asked. "Well... Its a long story. Would you like to hear the story?" he asked. "Sure." "Well It started a long time ago when I was a monk. " Then an evil demon named Yukawa that had metal horns on his head captured my wife and my two children. He said he would let them free if I became a Shioni. A Shioni is a type of evil monk. That can transform into anything but they are slaves to Yukawa. So I accepted. He let my family go but I became his slave for life. Then I broke out of my chains from a spell that I learned to break metal. Then I sneaked into Yukawa's room when he was sleeping. Then I used the spell to cut his horns off his head then I used the horn to stab him into his heart. Then he died. Then I ran away and they never found me." "Wow..." I said. Now lets get going!
Chapter 3: The Adventure Begins
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Resolved Question: Is this poem appropriate for sharing?
This was not written by me, I wish it had been. It was attributed to a navy officer in Iraq. I received it in an email and thought it might do well to let everyone read it who would. I hope it means as much to everyone else as it does to me.
A Different Christmas Poem:
The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.
Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
Transforming the yard to a winter delight.
The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,
Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.
My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.
In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,
So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.
The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,
But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.
Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the
sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.
My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
And I crept to the door just to see who was near.
Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.
A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,
Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.
"What are you doing?" I asked without fear,
"Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!
Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,
You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"
For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,
Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts..
To the window that danced with a warm fire's light
Then he sighed and he said "Its really all right,
I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night."
"It's my duty to stand at the front of the line,
That separates you from the darkest of times.
No one had to ask or beg or implore me,
I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me.
My Gramps died at ' Pearl on a day in December,"
Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers."
My dad stood his watch in the jungles of ' Nam ',
And now it is my turn and so, here I am.
I've not seen my own son in more than a while,
But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile.
Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,
The red, white, and blue... an American flag.
I can live through the cold and the being alone,
Away from my family, my house and my home.
I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.
I can carry the weight of killing another,
Or lay down my life with my sister and brother..
Who stand at the front against any and all,
To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall."
"So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright,
Your family is waiting and I'll be all right."
"But isn't there something I can do, at the least,
"Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast?
It seems all too little for all that you've done,
For being away from your wife and your son."
Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,
"Just tell us you love us, and never forget.
To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone,
To stand your own watch, no matter how long.
For when we come home, either standing or dead,
To know you remember we fought and we bled.
Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,
That we mattered to you as you mattered to us."
LCDR Jeff Giles, SC, USN
30th Naval Construction Regiment
OIC, Logistics Cell One
Al Taqqadum , Iraq
yoohoo:
You want to help them? It's really pretty simple. Let them know you support them, even if you don't agree with the reason they are deployed. Don't do what mainstream America did during Vietnam fighting. They turned their backs on the soldiers who had no choice but be there. They spit on us when we returned, they called us baby killers, and murderers. When moral drops, so does efficiency, and that costs lives. I was one of those who was spit on and called names, and by the same people who were too cowardly to go themselves. Many were draft dodgers like Bill Clinton.(And people wondered why I didn't like him). Anyways, I digress, suppoert is the best help we can give our troops, while at the same time writing our congressional representatives to bring them home.
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Resolved Question: what do you think The Encounter(part of chapter 1)?
ok here an excerpt of chapter 1 from my book hope you like it.
I guess they?ll never learn. Hunting at this time at night, the job of a hunter is never done. I better keep running the light in my necklace is shinning a lot brighter. Found her.
?Hey there, isn?t a little late for dinner?? I said.
She hissed at me but then her eyes went with shock as she let her victim hit the ground, ?you?re?.?
?That?s right, I?m Amie Medici, a vampire huntress and you?re worst nightmare.? I told her with a wicked grin.
She composed her face and said
?No problem this even better I can kill you now.? Ha. Great now I won?t feel guilty about it.
?Sorry but you just got your third strike, so that means I get the pleasure to get rid of you.
?Transform!?
My necklace transformed into a sword. She launched for me and I jumped quickly to avoid her attack. She tried once more but this time she came on with full force, ok now is my opportunity. My sword went through her; a normal sword wouldn?t even scratch her. But this wasn?t a normal sword, it was a hunting sword and sometimes it?s deadly to Vampires. It went through her heart, killing her.
?You?ll pay?.? Those were her last words, well time to burn it so people don?t see it. I didn?t think they were going to be any attacks this year. I grabbed her body and left it in a place where it will burn, giving a sweet smell but also were no human could find it. For the human body it doesn?t have much hope and she bit him too hard just for precautions I better put him in the fire with her. Such a shame, and his family, what are they going to think that happened to him?
Oh great, it?s really late now. I knew I should?ve taken my car. But because I was surprise I just came here running. I could call Alec?. No, is better if I don?t. He?s probably sleeping right now and he?ll ask me what am I doing here this late at night. Or worse he won?t be angry, he?ll just do it without asking a single question and the guilt will eat me inside. I entered my apartment as quiet as possible so I wouldn?t wake any neighbor up. The alarm clock by my bed read 3:45. Is really late, and all because of those blood-drinking beasts! I hated them so much since the accident, I ?. Tears were forming in my eyes; I have to stop thinking about it or then it would hurt too much. I put my warm blankets over me and tried to go sleep as soon as possible and hoped to have a dreamless night.
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Resolved Question: Will you comment on "This Old Barn"?
Fading, peeling. Red in hue.
A-frame bent. Unsightly view.
Barn of sagging, rotting wood.
Crumbled stalls where horse once stood.
Weeds as long as Diva hair.
Windows dark, indifferent stare.
Rafter dripping straw from nest,
Where beady eye - sharp teeth infest.
Transformed upon one snowbound night,
Into sheer beauty morning light.
Roof a blanket, deep...unmarred.
Crystal teardrop hide wood scarred.
Snowflake drifted scarf you wear.
Picture-perfect postcard where
No more old man of failing health;
Instead there sits a winter wealth
Of beauty in forgotten field.
Till frost of spring lay you revealed.
Sorry...double post. My mistake.
foggi...Mind? Not at all! I welcome. Thank you! :-)
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Resolved Question: Will you comment on "This Old Barn"?
Fading, peeling. Red in hue.
A-frame bent. Unsightly view.
Barn of sagging, rotting wood.
Crumbled stalls where horse once stood.
Weeds as long as Diva hair.
Windows dark, indifferent stare.
Rafter dripping straw from nest,
Where beady eye - sharp teeth infest.
Transformed upon one snowbound night,
Into sheer beauty morning light.
Roof a blanket, deep...unmarred.
Crystal teardrop hide wood scarred.
Snowflake drifted scarf you wear.
Picture-perfect postcard where
No more old man of failing health;
Instead there sits a winter wealth
Of beauty in forgotten field.
Till frost of spring lay you revealed.
Thumbs down are not from me. I never give them.
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Resolved Question: £37,390 to pamper pet dogs ~ excessive but harmless?
Louise Harris, 29, lives in Essex with her partner Sam, 30, a metal worker, and Lola and Lulu - two Teacup Yorkies.
Louise says: Lola transformed my world both personally and professionally when I bought her four years ago.
For the first six months, I spent all my free time buying her lovely trinkets and treats. I was so inspired that I quit my £40,000 City job as an analyst with Reuters to open my own dog boutique and parlour.
Lulu is a year old and a recent addition to the family. She looks so uncannily like Lola that they could pass for sisters.
They have everything they could possibly need. Every morning, I cook them a warm breakfast of either scrambled organic eggs or porridge.
I wash them daily with Paul Mitchell Tearless Puppy Shampoo and spray them with Lola's specially-made perfume, Lola Love, which costs £6 a bottle. It's a very refined, subtle smell - like talcum powder.
take them to the grooming parlour every Friday where they have a shampoo, a conditioning treatment, a blow-dry, a massage and a paw-dicure (pedicure). I don't like them using towels that have been used on other dogs, so I take their own special cotton zebra-print ones.
Every morning, I select an outfit for Lola and Lulu from a wardrobe of clothes worth about £12,000, and I make sure they stay current with the trends.
Right now, animal prints are all the rage so I've got them in cheetah-print coats that cost £28 each. I also have ten £100 designer bags to carry them around in.
They have three beds.
The one next to mine in the bedroom is a £2,000 Moroccan-style four-poster dog bed with pink organza curtains. The wrought-iron bed frame has a gold L in the centre, like a crest. They have their own special steps to climb up and a cashmere pillow and blanket, which cost £250 each.
There is another dog bed in the study, worth £650 and covered with black ostrich feather-trimmed cushions. I keep a third bed for them in the lounge which cost £500.
They eat only the highest-quality dog food - which costs £7.99 a packet - and have gold-standard pet insurance.
I had their feeding bowl units specially made for £120 each. They eat out of two stainless steel bowls elevated on a cast iron stand so that they can eat at the correct angle and height.
I can't bear being separated from my dogs and I would never dream of putting them in kennels. I hire people to look after them for £20 a day if I absolutely have to go away.
My friends think I'm completely barmy to have professional photographs taken of Lola and Lulu. The photographer charges a daily rate of £500 and she's been with us for five days in the past year.
I am the proud owner of not only two wonderful pets, but of 15 lovely photographs of them.
COSTS: Clothes: £12,000. Collars: £2,500. Food: £700. Vets/Insurance: £8,000. Bed/bedding: £3,650. Bowls: £240. Grooming: £7,500. Perfume/toiletries: £800. Photography: £2,000.
TOTAL: £37,390
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-1083116/Paw-dicures-Chienel-No5-poster-baskets-Welcome-barking-mad-world-paw-little-rich-dogs.html
Link to full article
Do you think it's excessive but harmless for the dogs to be pampered in the way that they are?
http://flickr.com/photos/fallonbrooke/3004620221/
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Resolved Question: A strange dream about a home grown sea monster. Could you help with this?
Now I do not remember all the details, however I do remember coming home one night and seeing an wall sized aquarium in my unlit living room. It was something some one else in my house brought home (yet not by me) and was aglow with that soft white light most aquariums tend to have. There was three people in the room. Me, my brother (Or a clone of me) and a middle age black woman that looks similar to Tracy Chapman, who I got vibes of sorts that she was some sort of teacher, a spiritual person.
All three of us talked a bit then the black woman left to room. Suddenly
a pink sea anemone had a black worm come slowly out of it. It floated until a fish came by and then the black worm like appendage pulled the fish into the Sea anemone's pink tentacles and devoured it. It then grow slightly larger. It began to eat the other fish in the tank and grew larger still till it could no larger be contained by the tank. My other half (my brother or clone, not sure which) was delighted to see this, this thing grow into a monster and keep feeding it to see how large it would get. It became massive, I mean, massive as a house. I however was afraid it would turn and try to eat us. Then my bro/clone covered it with a white tarp and went in another room to rest and the black woman came back. The monster (with the white tarp still on it) followed us. The white tarp began to fold and be pulled under the monster (as if it was trying to completely surround it self with it like a blanket) and the pink mass began to condense. Soon it had human legs and began walking around
and grow taller until it was tall as a human being, then pulled the tarp off. It looked liked a white human, teenager. When it spoke it seemed naive, yet I knew under neath it was still a monster. As I began to back away, Tracy (the black woman) looked at me then walked up to it and took one of its hands in hers. My brother/clone followed. As I try to follow, the woman gave me a look that seemed to say "No", and the three went into the garage and got into a car that transformed into a space ship (Think back to the future car) and flew into outer space, to "Sector X". Living me behind on Earth by my lonesome self. Any ideas?
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Resolved Question: Please can you read my short story? Rate :)?
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