Safe Luxury

Is it okay to install an outlet wall safe in my closet? i bought a hidden wall safe that looks like an outlet, i already have an outlet on each one of my walls, so it wouldnt look right if i installed it on my wall, in my closet its a different type of wall, is it okay to cut a hole into this??

help from a electrical person? i bought a electrical outlet safe......http://www.thehomesecuritysuperstore.com/diversion-safes-hidden-wall-safe-plug-outlet-ds-wall-p=15....................and i want to take a electrical outlet out without getting shocked? can i do this...how?

Do you have any money hidden in your home? Would you say I'm doing the right thing by having some of my savings in my home in case of an emergency? is this a good idea? I like to know I have money to hand and I've had a safe built into my bedroom wall and it's hidden behind a picture, got a long password and key entry system also. Thanks.

What do they call a painting or frame with a deep hollow backside;? I installed a wall safe but an unexpected drain line made it a bad fit. Now I need a very deep frame to hide the safe. I don't know if its a raised frame or a deep frame I just wanna find and buy something that will work. Someone said its a shadow box but I looked them up and they are deep but not on the backside. Let me know if I am wrong. I don't want a deep frame to stick large items in, I need to hide a safe.

What do you call a frame with a deep hollow backside? I installed a wall safe but an unexpected drain line made it a bad fit. Now I need a very deep frame to hide the safe. I don't know if its a raised frame or a deep frame I just wanna find and buy something that will work.

How do I hide Money in my wall? I have heard about people hiding money in their walls and floors.Is it possible to do this a safe way without contacting a contractor?Who knows,the contractor might rob you later. i did ask this because i read that article lol

How close can I put a wall to my water heater? I want to build a closet in my laundry room for storage and to hide the water heater. How close can I put a wall to the water heater so that it is safe and up to code?

I have a "false" wall. Should I get it reinforced before mounting my tv onto it? I just bought a 32" Samsung television to mount onto my bedroom wall. We have a professional in to mount it for us, the only thing that concerns me is that he is not going to reinforce our bedroom wall which is only plasterboard and joists. The tv weighs 12kg, should it be reinforced or is it safe to mount it without. (we are paying £200 for the tv to be mounted, have cables hidden, and extra plug socket and aerial socket.)

Why is my toilet tank inches away from the wall? Aren't they all a standard size? We just replaced a Kohler toilet with another Kohler, and when we attached the water tank, discovered it's 3 to 4 inches away from the wall! It isn't flush against the wall like the old one and every other toilet I've seen. It's too late to return it, but now I don't know if it's safe to have a "floating toilet" and don't know if it's even possible to close the gap or hide it. Another obstacle....Arghhhh!

is it safe to hide in you closet if the back wall of the closet is near a door? tornado

how to make a small door in a cement block foundation? I want to make a safe room with a hidden door in the wall between the garage and the crawl space. It is obviously part of the house foundation and is made out of cement blocks so how do I start putting a hole in it without making the house fall down?

Metal tray caused damage to Microwave Wall? My microwave came with metal racks but I bumped the rack and the corner was touching the wall of the microwave. I pressed "on" saw some lighting, turned off 3 seconds later, now there is a small black surface damage to my microwave inside. 1) Is it still safe to use? 2) What is the best way to 'hide' the damage? Can I paint scotch tape and tape it :P?

it is safe to hide under objects during the earthquake? I have noticed that many people hide under table when the quake hits..recently i read about safety tips during the earthquake.There they say u need to stay near the objects not under!! They also mention about being a very bad idea hiding under a table because when the wall will co-lapse on the table,it won t be strong enough to keep the wall and will all together crush on u..

If you lived in a huge mansion, where would you hide a stack of VALUABLE papers? I'm looking for a unique answer. Nothing cliche, like in a safe behind a picture, or a hidden panel in the walls. Nothing stupid either. I want good ideas!

disconnected wall light? HAVING DISCONECTED A WALL LIGHT IS THERE A SAFE WAY OF HIDING THE CABLES WITHOUT THE NEED OF TRACING THE CABLES BACK AND DISCONNECTING THEM FULLY

Finishing my basement, and want to add some secret/hidden rooms/passageways? ? How could I go about doing this? (p.s. just 1 secret room and a safe in the wall) Are there certain companies that do this? Have you ever done this or seen a secret room?

Is your money better in the bank or somewhere else? I was watching a film called American Gangster last night and it was really brilliant, I noted that the main character in the story says " NEVER keep your money in the bank if you want to know it's safe, Take my word for it, if you got something hide it - because they can go into any bank and just take it" I would assume he meant the cops seeing as he was a drug lord played by Denzel Washington making millions per day. Is my money best kept in the bank or in my safe that's hidden in the wall behind a big picture? (Don't tell anyone alright?) Cheers for answering.

Because of MY carelessness my wife's political career is about to hit a brick wall! How should I tell her? Yesterday, I found out that my wife's political opponent in this year's DA election has obscene photos of her with another man. I'd known about the photos -- in fact I had hired the PI who took them. And my wife and I had divorced after that earlier this year, but since have been trying to reconcile. Anyway, I called the PI, my old pal Eddie, and asked how the pics of her on a picnic table with a guy named Timdawg surfaced. He swore that he didn't leak them and has the negatives in his safe deposit box. "I hate the DA even more than your scuzzy wife," he said bluntly. "Why would I leak those?" Money? I then checked the DA's campaign finance reports online -- no payments were made to Eddie. Then I went to my converted garage, where I now make and store my art. I had hidden the photos behind a wall-sized painting I'd done for a charismatic church in Georgia (their check bounced, so I never delivered it) -- they weren't there. My hiding place wasn't good enough. Someone had gotten into my (usually unlocked) garage and got the photos! Perhaps someone working for the DA? In any case, now I have to tell my wife that, thanks to my boneheaded blunder, her political campaign may be sunk (though she does have good intel on the DA herself). In any case, her campaign is about to get even messier. What should I say? She's already close to being She-Hulk. This might send her way over the edge. You all know me too well. THUMBS UP TO ALL!

in the basement during a tornado should you hide in your capt garage or bathroom? because a tornado is like right by us and we need to know whether our capt garge with cement or a bathroom with regular walls is safer!

Do you ever have one of those moments where you arent connecting with anyone? and for awhile you dont realize it until you really need to talk to someone.? I have a therapist and right now I dont feel I am connecting with her ...for some reason I want to hide behind my walls more than usual. I want to tell my friends that I feel afraid sometimes but I dont feel comfortable or safe doing so. Have you ever felt this way and if so what did you do?

Are there special companies that build hiding places for you? I want to hire somebody to build a safe type of thing in my wall while my mom is away. I need it to hide my bong.

can u please help with our new art class theme? What can i do for art class? well in art we have themes to work around.... this time our theme is 'enclosure'..... obviously i want more than just something in a box... WHAT CAN I DO!!! im so stuck... can anyone think of something i could ctually do for my artwork?? (something in sculpture too) cheers in advance i was maybe thinking along the lines of secrets.... does that work toghether tho?? like enclosure - secret blah.... hmm advice??? maybe something else like... umm Fence wire escape freedom Defence police armor weapon war crime Wall safe Prison locked - key freedom Zoo Hidden scared hiding shy masks costume Secret closet whats some sculptures i could do involving one of these???

does anyone think this is a good poem? a wall of stone and steel is all that protects my heart from breaking. will it be enoutgh to keep the tears from running? can it possibly be strong enough to keep me safe inside? will i always feel the hurt of the world and want to run and hide? can a wall of stone and steel keep me safe inside? can it keep out all that would like to hurt me? can it keep me from feeling? a wall of stone and steel can't possibly save me. is there a wall out there i can build around my heart? is there to be some material out there to build such a wall to save me from the thoughts that would crush me. a wall to keep me safe from the world that would love to crush me. the wall that secures my heart is getting week and old. soon it will fall and the feelings and thoughts will come crushing down inside. my wall is soon to fall and all will be lost. will i be able to survive? could i possibly be able to build a wall more stronger than before? a wall of stone a steel is protecting my heart from breaking. but when another blow comes will it be able to stand or will it be no more?

Is it dangerous to add someone on facebook you have met at speed dating? i am a 18 year old girl and went on a speed dating event. I put down this guy as friendship and he put me down too. so he asked me to add him on facebook and i did. is this safe? i checked out his wall and there is nothing on his wall apart one person posting something? why is this? has he got sth to hide? he is an armament mechanic. is it dangerous to have him added and can he do sth bad if i have him added? I am confused? am i being stupid?

Searching for old/hidden items? This may sound silly but only serious answers please.... My parents purchased land that has an old farm house on it that is from late 18 to early 1900's. They are going to demolish the house to build a new one due to its condition. The structure is safe to enter. Neighbors claim items may be left behind in "hidden" compartments, etc. and wanted to tear at things to find them. So we're going to try to find if there really is something left behind (money, maps, etc.) Is there any specific places where others have found things left behind? There is no furniture in the house, just rooms with fixtures, walls, etc. The neighbor did say there is a secret compartment under the steps on the back of the 3rd step up. Not sure what's in it if there is anything. (We didnt go to the house yet to look) I saw on a TV show where this couple purchased a old home and when remodeling, they found money wedged in a stud in the bathroom wall, etc.

is it dangerous to add someone on facebook you have met at speed dating? i am a 18 year old girl and went on a speed dating event. I put down this guy as friendship and he put me down too. so he asked me to add him on facebook and i did. is this safe? i checked out his wall and there is nothing on his wall apart one person posting something? why is this? has he got sth to hide? he is an armament mechanic. is it dangerous to have him added and can he do sth bad if i have him added? I am confused? am i being stupid?

What can I use to build a climbing wall for hermit crabs? I'm looking for something that's like clay (I can mold but it hardens as it dries) that I can use to build a climbing wall for my hermit crabs. I'm going to make it so it's a climbing wall as well as a hide place. And I was wondering what can I use that is safe for hermit crabs. I read that people used Lego's. Now that I think about it, it's definitely worth trying out especially since I can easily change it up anytime I want. =) Do you use the large Lego's or the small ones? Did you boil them before you put them into your hermit habitat?

I found a dead cockroach, are there more? Does this mean that there is an army of these dudes hiding in my wall. The corpse was in my laundry room, which is only a door away from my garage which would seem to be a good place for these jerks to hang out. Any suggestions on some pet safe ways to kill the unwanted visitors?

Trying to find a safe place to hide in case of a tornado? our house is one floor and ever room has windows. there is a closet but is against the edge of the house, or one of the walls is against the outside of the house. my bathroom has a medium sized window but I heard it was best to hide in a bathtub. but there is also a little hallway connecting two bedrooms and my bathroom and it has no windows but it is very short and close to the living room which has six windows..what should I do.

I've got a journal and some other private things I need to keep safe in my room? My older brother had quite a few toys, including a blow up doll, and he kept them all in this old combination lock suitcase in his closet, so our parents, and our sister, and myself could never get in, and now I've got some private things that I would like to keep locked up, instead of just cleverly hidden, and I was wondering what a good thing to use would be? A safe seems too obvious, and thieves would steal it, unless of course it was a wall safe or something super expensive. Where could I find a cheap combination lock suitcase? Or perhaps you guys have a better idea?

where are some good places to hide your Gold and Silver? Everywhere I think of its not safe.. Behind wall on pictures Inside mattress or pillow Inside paint can (I may forget which one and toss it away accidently) Dig (if its gold may be but I do not live anyplace permanent) Behind desk or cabinet or chair or other furniture YES !!! who is gonna look there ? but what if fire ? Inside CD player or Computer or VCR or TV or DVD player ? YES !!!! but limited storage space. Inside electric socket (may be but what if someone tries to plug, also not enough storage space. hmmm hmm hmmm

What to do when your studs are not 16" on center? I want to hang a small wall safe that will contain a pistol (with fingerprint reader hidden behind a painting.) I need to mount it in the corner on my side of the bed. This location is critical , so unfortunately I can't put it somewhere else. Anyhow my corner also has a sliding glass door nearby and for some reason the studs are close (like 10 inches on center near the door and 21 on center on the other side. So the safe was built 14 3/8 inches wide, but the studs are 20.1/8 (inside to inside) inches apart; so how do I best fill the space yet keep strength structurally? Can I attach a 4x4 to one stud and a 2x4 on the other one? That would eat up 5 of the 5.75, is that enough or should I do a 1x4 also to the side with the added 2x4 ? Would the added boards need to go to the floor or can I just attach small pieces a little longer than the safe? How would you handle this? Oh also, the safe will then be lag bolted to whatever I build. Thanks for your help.

I have a 1 story house with all exterior walls , both bathrooms r on exterior walls and I have no hallways or ? Or hallway closet. Where is the safest place to hide for tornado.

[UK] Im installing a wall mounted TV and want to hide the wires behind the wall,? Is it ok to have the power lead for the TV run behind the plasterboard drywall then the plug stick back out at the bottom next to the plug socket, Is this safe and in line with any building/electrical regs (only the power lead wire will be behind the Wall along with the scart/HDMI and aerial coax leads) BTW I dont want to use a tracking or trunking system, (total consealment is the idea) PS please remember to include your source Thanks

if the sentence is incorrectly punctuated insert commas where they are needed if its correct put C? each of the following sentences contains an introductory prepositional phrase or an introductory adverb clause. if the sentence is incorrectly punctuated, insert commas where they are needed if it is correct put C 1. Behind the poster of a buffalo you will find a wall safe. [Do two prepositional phrases introduce the sentence?] 2. Because it is strong, we keep our most valuable items inside the safe. [Does an adverb clause introduce the sentence] 3. When it is locked the safe is almost impossible to crack 4. In addition to that we can't forget where we've hidden the key. 5. After we searched the room, we discovered a great place in which to hide the key. 6. Although our sister didn't like the choice we knew what to do. 7. Since we didn't want to forget where we hid it we decided to keep the key nearby 8. Against our sister's repeated advice we hid the key on the back of the poster. 9. With all of her objections you'd think that we'd left the key in plain sight. 10. if she doesn't understand our reasoning about hiding places she can hide her valuables.

Is it still safe with no cellar door? My parents have an under ground cellar but the door was old so they took it off. It's got concrete walls and is about 7 or more ft. under ground. My question is, is it still safe to go hide in there in case of a tornado or would they be better off somewhere else like an interior room? I understand that they should replace the door asap but what if there wasn't anytime and had to use it that night?

Does this sound like an okay description of a living room? As my eyes slowly adjusted to the dim lights in the room I realized there was a small fire burning on one side of the wall, surrounded by a huge, brown couch and a rocking chair. I looked to my left and found a large dining table, with several chairs around it, a small closet with lots of dishes and glasses behind it, and several mirrors on the sides of the sort-of-seperate room. Near the middle of the living room I saw three large, red sofas forming a U letter with a rather low table in front of them, with nothing but a large vase with three beautiful red roses sticking out, in front of the sofas, I found a rather big T.V stand with two units on each side. The units has several different animal sculptures on them. I couldn't see really well from the distance between but I could make out a tiger, a wolf, a horse and what I thought was a gazelle. I then realized I wasn't standing, but on a huge, leather chair. It wasn't very comfortable and it made my skin itch, but it looked very grand with the large black desk in front of it, with a computer on the desk. I looked over my shoulder and spotted several photo frames all over the wall, pictures of family and friends, along with several framed awards and certificates. On my other side I spotted endless shelves of shelves, coating the walls, filled with books. Many of these books were obviously special editions or collection items, and some looked at least a decade or so older than me. Several lit candles were hung on the sides and their plates were covered with dried wax. The candles were all lit, and looking upwards I saw several glass chandliers with candles on their plates. These two were lit, but no matter how many candles they hung up it would never be enough to light up all the whole room. Near the desk, I saw several more large candles and smirked. I wondered how anyone could put a candle and a computer near the same area. I looked down and saw why I was freezing, no carpets covered the wooden floor, yet somehow no matter how modest the living room was it gave me the uncomfortable feeling that it belonged to an incredibly rich man or woman. Even though I couldn't see any money around, I could smell it and it was probably in a hidden safe, or somewhere under a block. Tons of it. I thought of what I could do if I got that money, but blocked these thoughts out of my mind and concentrated on where I was and how I got here.

What does I Am a Rock byPaul Simon poem mean? A winter's day in a deep and dark December; I am alone. Gazing from my window to the streets below. On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow. I am a rock, I am an island. I've build walls, a fortress deep and mighty, that none may penetrate. I have no need of friendship, friendship causes pain. It's laughter and it's loving I disdain. I am a rock, I am an island. Don't talk of love; I've heard the word before; it's sleeping in my memory. I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died. If I never loved I never would have cried. I am a rock, I am an island. I have my books, and my poetry to protect me; I am shielded in my armour, hiding in my room, safe within my womb. I touch no one and no one touches me. I am a rock, I am an island. And a rock feels no pain. And an island never cries Does anything stand out from it? I can't tell what the extended metaphor is directly all help would be helpfull thanks

How would you improve this short story on change? I have to do this assignment for my preliminary HSC (SAT equivalent for Americans). The task is to create an engaging, well structured response that demonstrates a personal understanding of change. The word limit is 400 words. I'm at 434 below (within the 10%). My work is below: The key to change is to let go of fear. That’s what Robby, the No. 2 had always said. I was actually hoping otherwise, as the fear we were about to instil in the bank teller should hopefully lead us to a lot of change. Not the proverbial type. I had hoped that my own fear would have subsided with the 3 hours of cool revision we did before time zero, but it had not. The only person experiencing something close to my angst was Robby. I had the most to lose. I mean we’d all get 25 to life if we were caught, but I had a wife and two kids. I’d even checked out the visiting times for Riker’s Island, the likely first destination after the bail hearing. Was this really the right decision, I mean did we really need the money? A moot question now, as everyone had their part. If we proceeded with the robbery at least I had a chance of not being incarcerated, as opposed to the certain death that the gang would impart on me for my cowardice. I tried to put my hesitations aside and focused on my aim. Cometh the hour, cometh the man, as they said. All six of us went to the one teller. As we began a routine transaction I waited until the young lady had her hands out to hand me the money. “Keep your hands up. I have a gun. Do not touch the silent alarm, or I will shoot you in the kneecap.” We herded the compliant employees into a conference room where Robby supervised them, while the rest of us headed for the manager’s office. He had a shotgun, however bringing a receptionist as hostage quickly solved that problem. “The vault.” I stated. The portly man grabbed his keys from the wall safe before descending down into the depths of the bank. After the iris and fingerprint scan we heard the loud clunks of the 25 cylindrical bolts being released from the door. “This is your last chance to back out”, the manager said. “If you were to stop now you could get off free”. I was begging the others to listen to him, but there was no hope. I stepped into the vault. The hidden alarm was deafening. A SWAT team was coming down the stairs. As I hit the ground with my hands up, I heard Robby’s voice issuing directions, and saw the motto on his police badge. The key to change is to let go of fear. But I was just beginning to contemplate the loss.

Is it safe to run the power cord of my flatscreen tv into the wall and up into the attic? I don't know how to install a junction box. I have mounted my TV and I am running the 2 hdmi cables up and over so that they are hidden. It would be a shame to do that and still have an ugly power cord exposed so I need to either get an outlet installed or just cut a hole and run the cord it self up. I could then plug it into an extension cord and plug it into an outlet in the attic. Now, I know this isn't "up to code" and wouldn't pass inspection if tried to sell my house--but that's ok b\c I would be taking the tv with me. However, what I want to know is if this is a fire hazard or not. I assume it is--which is why I haven't done it yet, but I thought i'd consult the yahooligans thanks guys!

can a wife find out if her late husband owned firearms? State of CT. USA. friend of mine husband passed away. she knows he owned firearms years ago, but has not seen them in years. assumes they are hidden in the house, somewhere. I own firearms and I have been looking in her house, have not found them yet. I already checked for gun safes and places where people commonly hide firearms they use. but, he hasnt used them in years. they could be hidden in a wall. my question is, I know police can trace a firearm by the serial number and I know if I commit a crime, they can see if I ever purchased a firearm,but, is there any way the wife can find out if the husband had purchased, but not sold, any firearms? can local police check for her? can she fill out some form and have the FBI check? It would be a lot easier if I knew what he owned.

What is the protocol when taking dental x-rays? Is it safe to have an open floor while taking x-rays? This dentist that I'm working for has X-ray machines for each chair however, there is no walls for the assistant to hide behind while snapping x-rays. I don't feel right and I do feel like I'm being exposed on a high dose of radiation. At my last job, we wore badges while taking X-rays and what that badge did was measure the dose of radiation we had. If it was too much we had to stop taking X-rays for a while. Any how I was just asking out of curiosity if this is safe.

Whats the best way to hide electric cable safely outdoors without burying? i have a slab between my pond, and outhouse wall. The sockets in the outhouse. For practical purposes, i'd rather not have to bury the pump cable under the slab, its a real pain moving the slab, i actualy even broke it as i attempted. If i ever need to replace or maintain the units, including lights and fountain, it would be problematic. Any other safe ways to deal with the wiring. I know i need to put the cables in a conduit, but i cant have that above ground, what other options?

Will my 100 watt aquarium heater require a guard? I'm setting up a 20 gallon tank for African cichlids. The heater is brand new and looks pretty safe(Not that i can really tell by looks but it's my gut feeling) one problem is the heater has a small gap between it and the wall so I'm afraid of fish getting wedged. The tank is being heated to 78ºF and has adequate hiding and swimming spots. Thanks!

Where to hide incase of a tornado? The only bathroom to hide in has a skylight, and the only other place would be a closet that is by the outside wall, and has three interior walls, but my neighbors house is only four feet max away from the closets outside wall which do you think would be safer?

Remove wall-paint spot from walnut finished cabinet without ruining cabinet? My husband accidentally got some beige wall paint on the side of our walnut stained china cabinet. He had neglected to put a plastic sheet or tarp over the furniture while he was painting the wall nearby. The spot has been there for years with a chair sitting next to it to hide the spot on the side. I don't want to ruin the finish of this expensive cabinet. I don't want to need to refinish the cabinet just because of the small spot there. Is there a safe way to get the paint spot off of the side of my china cabinet? Great ! Where can I buy it?

meaning of my recurring nightmare? ok so i have this dream a lot that i'm with someone i care about and we're in a hotel and it blows up but we're not harmed and theres debris all around us and then we see this man, and we know him but we're scared of him. so i tell the person i'm with to run away and be safe and i stay hidden behind the wall, and then my dream self starts telling myself to wake up, and i response by saying i can't wake up. and she says wake up quickly before he reaches me, wake up, sit up say something, call out to your mom anything please. and i start crying and tell dream me i can't that someone is holding me down. and i keep trying, and finally when i do wake up it feels as if i push through someone holding me down and i am crying.

my dream the hidden doorway? in the dream, im in like a college dorm with my two sorority sisters who live in the dorm with me. one of the girls is always freaking out because she kept seeing a shadow figure of a man. i call him the shadow man. then one day, we were all in the living room and a door materialized on the wall. the shadow man came through it and took my roomates through the door. i thought to run away but i knew that he could and would follow me anywhere and would terrify and hunt me down until he got me. so i went through the door. i was in the courtyard of a castle. there was a soldier. the girls were gone or dead. i dont know. but the soldier looked at me with a terribley pained expression on his face. immediatly we fell in love. his name was eric. i knew that he had to capture me or he would be killed. he didnt want to hurt me, but he didnt want to die. he had a sword. i walked up to him and surrendered. we took me to a room that had a huge lock and no windows. as he walked me there he kept apologizing. he didnt want me to have to go through this. as much as i wanted to get away and be safe, i knew that i could never put him through the pain of retaining the woman he loved. so he locked the door and was crying and saying he was sorry. he had no choice. if he didnt obey he would be killed. we each knew we loved eachother without having to say anything. he left. every day he broght me food and constantly apologized. we said i love you and i said that none of this was his fault. then i devised a plan. he snuck me a knife one day when he gave me food and "accidentally" left the key to me room on the lunch tray. i snuck out late at night and killed the king that had apparently been causing all the trouble. there was a terrible battle with the people on erics side and people who had been on the kings side. for some reason i had to go, but eric would be safe. eric kissed me and made me go home through the door to be safe. because all the soldiers that were on the kings side were trying to kill me. so i went. and when i got home i tried to trace my finger in the shape of the door on the wall where it had appeared before. i knew this way the way to make the door come back. but the door never appeared. I COULD NEVER SEE ERIC AGAIN. my love was lost to me forever. i woke up crying and thought the dream had been real. what does this mean? please help me.

Do you think the spider on my wall faked its own death? Last night there was a spider on my wall too high for me to reach. I was a little terrified of falling asleep with it there, but I couldn't get it down and I had no one to help so I had to just ignore it. When I woke up it was gone, and there was a little black splotch on the floor. I looked at it, and it was definitely a dead spider. I was relieved at first, but now I'm wondering if it was worried I was going to kill it, so it killed another spider, planted its body on the floor, and went into hiding, to lure me into thinking that it was dead, and I was safe? I didn't know where to put this question, Y!Answers wanted me to put it in mental health, idk why...?

What can I use to build a climbing wall for my crested gecko? I have a crested gecko, he's only a few months old now but he loves to climb and jump. I had seen online someone who had several cresteds in a huge tall terrarium and he had made a climbing wall on the back wall of it for them with ledges and things like that. I just have mine in a 10gal tank because he's still so small. I have one of those paper egg cartons standing up that he loves to climb and hide in (I've seen other people use this too) and I have some fake plant things that he likes to climb on too, but I've been thinking about making him an actual climbing thing with ledges to jump to and from. Does anyone know what kind of materiel would be good and also be safe to use for something like this? I was looking at excavator clay burrowing substrate...it's for reptiles that burrow, but it says when you add water to it you can mold it to make hills and ledges, but I wasn't sure how well it would work for something like making a vertical wall. Anyway would love some ideas. Thanks!

does my dream have a hidden meaning plz help? last night i had a dream about my best friend who is a guy. He has been in love with me for a while, however ive been straight up with him and told him i love him like a brother and there is no chance we will ever be together, he was really hurt by this and ive felt terrible about it. i then dreamed that i was standing in a bathroom or something and he said to me "ill look after you " and picked me up and was hugging me against the wall or something. it was really wierd in my dream i felt so safe and didnt want to stop hugging him. i have a b/f who im very happy with and have no intention of leaving, so im really confused why i felt like that in my dream

Does my dream have a hidden meaning plz help? last night i had a dream about my best friend who is a guy. He has been in love with me for a while, however ive been straight up with him and told him i love him like a brother and there is no chance we will ever be together, he was really hurt by this and ive felt terrible about it. i then dreamed that i was standing in a bathroom or something and he said to me "ill look after you " and picked me up and was hugging me against the wall or something. it was really wierd in my dream i felt so safe and didnt want to stop hugging him. i have a b/f who im very happy with and have no intention of leaving, so im really confused why i felt like that in my dream

What can be a thesis or theme of the poem/song "i am a rock" ? What do you think it the true meaning of this lyric and what the author is trying to get across to the reader/listener? here is the lyrics: A winters day In a deep and dark december; I am alone, Gazing from my window to the streets below On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow. I am a rock, I am an island. Ive built walls, A fortress deep and mighty, That none may penetrate. I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain. Its laughter and its loving I disdain. I am a rock, I am an island. Dont talk of love, But Ive heard the words before; Its sleeping in my memory. I wont disturb the slumber of feelings that have died. If I never loved I never would have cried. I am a rock, I am an island. I have my books And my poetry to protect me; I am shielded in my armor, Hiding in my room, safe within my womb. I touch no one and no one touches me. I am a rock, I am an island. And a rock feels no pain; And an island never cries.

Do you know the Mantra of the Occupy Wall Street protesters? Well, here it is: Here is the Mantra for the Wall Street ( and around the Country) Protesters...the 99%: WE ARE THE 99% : As we gather together in solidarity to express a feeling of mass injustice, we must not lose sight of what brought us together. We write so that all people who feel wronged by the corporate forces of the world can know that we are your allies. As one people, united, we acknowledge the reality: that the future of the human race requires the cooperation of its members; that our system must protect our rights, and upon corruption of that system, it is up to the individuals to protect their own rights, and those of their neighbors; that a democratic government derives its just power from the people, but corporations do not seek consent to extract wealth from the people and the Earth; and that no true democracy is attainable when the process is determined by economic power. We come to you at a time when corporations, which place profit over people, self-interest over justice, and oppression over equality, run our governments. We have peaceably assembled here, as is our right, to let these facts be known. They have taken our houses through an illegal foreclosure process, despite not having the original mortgage. They have taken bailouts from taxpayers with impunity, and continue to give Executives exorbitant bonuses. They have perpetuated inequality and discrimination in the workplace based on age, the color of one's skin, sex, gender identity and sexual orientation. They have poisoned the food supply through negligence, and undermined the farming system through monopolization. They have profited off of the torture, confinement, and cruel treatment of countless nonhuman animals, and actively hide these practices. They have continuously sought to strip employees of the right to negotiate for better pay and safer working conditions. They have held students hostage with tens of thousands of dollars of debt on education, which is itself a human right. They have consistently outsourced labor and used that outsourcing as leverage to cut workers' healthcare and pay. They have influenced the courts to achieve the same rights as people, with none of the culpability or responsibility. They have spent millions of dollars on legal teams that look for ways to get them out of contracts in regards to health insurance. They have sold our privacy as a commodity. They have used the military and police force to prevent freedom of the press. They have deliberately declined to recall faulty products endangering lives in pursuit of profit. They determine economic policy, despite the catastrophic failures their policies have produced and continue to produce. They have donated large sums of money to politicians supposed to be regulating them. They continue to block alternate forms of energy to keep us dependent on oil. They continue to block generic forms of medicine that could save people's lives in order to protect investments that have already turned a substantive profit. They have purposely covered up oil spills, accidents, faulty bookkeeping, and inactive ingredients in pursuit of profit. They purposefully keep people misinformed and fearful through their control of the media. They have accepted private contracts to murder prisoners even when presented with serious doubts about their guilt. They have perpetuated colonialism at home and abroad. They have participated in the torture and murder of innocent civilians overseas. They continue to create weapons of mass destruction in order to receive government contracts.* To the people of the world, We, the New York City General Assembly occupying Wall Street in Liberty Square, urge you to assert your power. Exercise your right to peaceably assemble; occupy public space; create a process to address the problems we face, and generate solutions accessible to everyone. To all communities that take action and form groups in the spirit of direct democracy, we offer support, documentation, and all of the resources at our disposal. Join us and make your voices heard!

Will the country respond to the demands put out this morning by the Wall Street Occupation? http://www.dangerousminds.net/comments/first_official_statement_from_the_occupy_wall_street_movement/ Declaration of the Occupation of New York City As we gather together in solidarity to express a feeling of mass injustice, we must not lose sight of what brought us together. We write so that all people who feel wronged by the corporate forces of the world can know that we are your allies. As one people, united, we acknowledge the reality: that the future of the human race requires the cooperation of its members; that our system must protect our rights, and upon corruption of that system, it is up to the individuals to protect their own rights, and those of their neighbors; that a democratic government derives its just power from the people, but corporations do not seek consent to extract wealth from the people and the Earth; and that no true democracy is attainable when the process is determined by economic power. We come to you at a time when corporations, which place profit over people, self-interest over justice, and oppression over equality, run our governments. We have peaceably assembled here, as is our right, to let these facts be known. They have taken our houses through an illegal foreclosure process, despite not having the original mortgage. They have taken bailouts from taxpayers with impunity, and continue to give Executives exorbitant bonuses. They have perpetuated inequality and discrimination in the workplace based on age, the color of one’s skin, sex, gender identity and sexual orientation. They have poisoned the food supply through negligence, and undermined the farming system through monopolization. They have profited off of the torture, confinement, and cruel treatment of countless nonhuman animals, and actively hide these practices. They have continuously sought to strip employees of the right to negotiate for better pay and safer working conditions. They have held students hostage with tens of thousands of dollars of debt on education, which is itself a human right. They have consistently outsourced labor and used that outsourcing as leverage to cut workers’ healthcare and pay. They have influenced the courts to achieve the same rights as people, with none of the culpability or responsibility. They have spent millions of dollars on legal teams that look for ways to get them out of contracts in regards to health insurance. They have sold our privacy as a commodity. They have used the military and police force to prevent freedom of the press. They have deliberately declined to recall faulty products endangering lives in pursuit of profit. They determine economic policy, despite the catastrophic failures their policies have produced and continue to produce. They have donated large sums of money to politicians supposed to be regulating them. They continue to block alternate forms of energy to keep us dependent on oil. They continue to block generic forms of medicine that could save people’s lives in order to protect investments that have already turned a substantive profit. They have purposely covered up oil spills, accidents, faulty bookkeeping, and inactive ingredients in pursuit of profit. They purposefully keep people misinformed and fearful through their control of the media. They have accepted private contracts to murder prisoners even when presented with serious doubts about their guilt. They have perpetuated colonialism at home and abroad. They have participated in the torture and murder of innocent civilians overseas. They continue to create weapons of mass destruction in order to receive government contracts.* To the people of the world, We, the New York City General Assembly occupying Wall Street in Liberty Square, urge you to assert your power. Exercise your right to peaceably assemble; occupy public space; create a process to address the problems we face, and generate solutions accessible to everyone These grievances are not all-inclusive.

Does Obama have all the cultural protocol of a backward backwoods 12 year old that did little more than hide? in the outhouse reading the funnies and what pages left on the Sears catalog nailed to the wall? He was trying to toast the Queen with an over lengthily Shakespearean quote ( which it is a safe bet he never read) while the anthem was playing, and then tried to blame the orchestra. The man is a joke and very embarrassing to the whole of United States!

55 Gallon African Cichlid Tank -- PLZ HELP!!? 1. HOW MANY african cichlids can I house in a 55 gallon tank? I'm not sure of the exact species, I have 5 currently in a 30 gallon and they get along fine, i assume they are different species so is it ok to mix species? if so what is the average number i can keep in my new 55 gallon tank? 2. Clown Loach- yes or no? I have a baby clown loach with my south-american cichlids and they get along fine. will a clown loach get along with my african cichlids in a 55 gallon tank (with places to hide of course) also, what size? (assuming all african cichlids are no larger than 4") 3. safe upstairs? i am placing the 55 gallon tank against a wall in my upstairs bedroom (on an appropriate stand) and on the other side of the wall i am placing the tank against is the exterior of my house. Is that the safest place? I've heard about load baring walls but i don't know how to find those and don't want to waste time doing so. please just let me know, is the wall safe if the other side is the exterior wall (on the outside of my house) PLEASE PLEASE answer any or all questions you know the answer to, all help is appreciated--THANKS SO MUCH! - Aaron

information needed for illegal rx sales and workman's comp possible fraud? OK I need information on how to report a "family" member a couple years ago he got into some trouble for nearly pistol wiping a man to death I dont know how but he never received jail time but did receive probation one of the requirements was he never posses any weapons for a certain amount of years. he got arrested a few months back for beating my sister and pulling a knife on the police AGAIN he never received any jail time even tho the police removed almost a 100 weapons. they missed a safe full of rifles he has hidden in the wall this man married into the family and we had no Idea he was this kind of person because he and my sister lives hours away. we know now and try to stay away but I want my sister out.this man recives workmans comp benefits and he sells his prescription pain pills and muscle relaxers to a male friend who comes over all the time he sells his pills for almost $250 a week. this male friend always brings his 4 year old daughter and he and my sisters husband crush their pills and sniff them.they go into another room to do this and make my sis stay out. THEN the friend drives his child back home high on the pills.my sisters husband says the doctor told him he could crush his pills and sniff them they work faster that way.there is also a female neighbor who buys and sells with him.I need to know if it is considered fraud to use his workman's comp benefits to buy and sale pills..this man sleeps for days high of his pills he cant ever walk or talk he falls over the house and has even fallen down the stairs my sis cant take him anywhere he talks to things and fights with imaginary people my sister is too scared to get him help she says she loves him and bla bla bla I have videos from a bd party we attended and he was stumbling all over the house and falling everywhere and trying to hit people he has to watched like a baby 24/7 my sister really needs help is there anything I could do to fix this situation or report him. he gets more and more dangerous he is a walking time bomb Im worried about the child in the middle of this her father could wreck anything could happen is their anything I can do we also live in az if that helps also is there anyway to report anomalously if not im willing to give my information to the proper people (please no rude resonances serious people only im trying to do the right thing here) thanks

nightmares when pregnant, what does this dream mean?? I JUST had a dream last night that I woke up to terrified not to long ago. it all started out where I was at thie grocery store with one of my friends and we stole a couple bottles of wine, and these people that we knew worked there and were talking to us, and my friend told on me and I was denying everything saying I can't drink and I havent been drinking because I'm pregnant. Then next thing you know, I'm at a friends house with this guy and I was on myspace and then I went into his room and he wanted to have sex with me but i denyed him at last minute. Then, this is the weirdest part of the dream, I went into this garage and this guy was slaughtering pigs brutually with a saw, and blood was everywhere and he enjoyed it. and someone was trying to kill the slaugherer, but got killed instead by a gun, and i was frightened hiding behind a wall, and then felt safe with the slaugherer after the other guy was dead. and that was the end. i have also heard, having dreams about sex and animals are the most common in pregnant dreams, but what excatly does this mean by the animal, the pig, being horrribly slaughtered?? I am 6 weeks pregnant, with my first.

Quick Text Freestyle? Wrote this while listening to this song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jfmr1SEiZFU Rate and hate but dont discriminate! Breaching the defined wall of time i exercise my options without a lifeline its a hard journey without someone by my side feeling confused fusion of my thoughts thinking bout my life and all the pain that it brought i fight with sticks and stones words bring me home but im alone in the journey to the center of the earth i try to understand what the words worth people dont see the hurt when i walk with a bloody shirt its a hard a thing to take when people say you aint great just cuz i aint for the cash stakes gold plates or keep my thoughts hidden in thick steel safes not an elitist its just people dont hear this sitting in a class peers got arms full of leeches subliminal messages implanted in the false speeches but i demand the truth and try to explain it in the booth trying to figure out how to eliminate the sweet tooth If you havent figured out, im all for the positive Im sharing pieces of my soul still gots lots to give still a kid im curious what my elders have to say its been said im writer in a war like ernest hemingway day to day i praise whats right like a reverend but my words worth more like a bosses dividends again and again i try to get inside these thick heads theres mold on your bread but i guess you have to get fed truly: smart@ss :P, lets call it a 'text-style'

Do you like my little poem? I've never felt safer, I don't think I can, Unless being watched by the piano man. He comes when I'm sleeping, He's never a threat, Just a shadowy man I've not properly met. And then I feel him there, My heart starts to beat faster, He's hidden behind walls, dressed in paint and plaster. Now, I don't sleep, I just Chip away bricks and stone. All in the hope, Of bringing my piano man home.

What do you think of my story? Is it writen right? Chapter One I walked out of the school gates and felt happier than I have in a long time. No more school for six weeks! I can’t believe Mum and Dad are taking me to Spain next week. I don’t like places that are crowded so we are going to a villa in the countryside with our own pool and plenty of fields for me to play around in; no one will be able to see me, doing my thing. “Hey Danni, you forgot your bag!” called Amy, running after me. “Oh, thanks Amy!” I take my bag from her and smile at her. Amy is my one and only friend, I don’t trust people easily, never have, but she always makes me feel safe when I’m with her. But she doesn’t know my BIG secret. But forget about that for now, I’ve got to get home. “Have a good holiday Danni!” Amy called as I walked away. I smile at her and wave; I’m really going to miss her. It takes me ten minutes to get home, first thing I see is a peculiar white van parked around the corner and as soon as I get to the front door I instantly realise something is very wrong. The door is slightly ajar; I push it open and freeze. There is a man wearing a balaclava pointing a gun at a sobbing figure hunched in the corner, Mum! I can’t help but yell out. The man turns and looks at me for a second, then points the gun at Mum again and fires. NO! Then he flees out of the back door, and out of sight. I hear a screeching of tires then silence. I run to Mum and see blood gushing from her stomach. I kneel at her side and tell her that everything will be ok. She shakes her head and into my eyes. “Danielle, keep safe, stay hidden. And don’t trust anyone.” She whispers to me. She smiles at me weakly and then falls still. I burst into tears and quickly check her pulse. She’s dead! A sudden thought hits me. Dad! Is he here? Look around and notice. I then notice blood seeping from under the kitchen door; I push it open and go hysterical. Dad is there, lying on the floor, a pool of blood covering the kitchen floor. I get down on my knees and check his pulse too. I’m officially an orphan. Rage hits me like a bus going forty miles per hour. I jump to my feet and run out of the back door. I climb onto the garden wall and pull my jumper off, then jump. My beautiful pure white wings whip out beside me and I put all my strength into one powerful flap. I soar into the sky at a hundred miles per hour. I look back at my home and cry, my Mum told me to run, keep safe. Sorry Mum, I need to know what happened to you. i need ideas....who killed them? why? whats the name of the people who did...that sort of thing...please help me! Oh...please dont copy me....lol It probably wont get published or anything but if it does then i dont want people copying.... Copyrited!!!! lol Umm theres a reason that its kinda like maximum ride....as im sitting her typing i have the latest one in the series on my lap ...lol I loved the idea of mutant kids so am trying to figure out my own version lol Yes i think ill have her leaving to go to school first... then being bored all day at school...day dreaming about stuff....then instead of flying after they die she could run after the van for a bit... or something like that This isnt the hole chapter...just the first bit. ill proof read and put it all in the same tense lol

Is Brittan is being given away bit by bit, yet another British icon gone to the wall? a female warrior carrying a trident and wearing a helmet, personifying Great Britain or the British Empire DEAD yes its true Britannia is going from OUR currency!! Britannia first appeared on the farthing in 1672, not forgetting to mention our national anthem.....Brittan's never shall be slaves.......... we as Britons are being squeezed out, this is not our beloved country any more. we hav had to make allowances, watch our P's & Q's...you got to love political correctness, anti racist laws. we dare not speak out in case we are called racist, Britain as a nation has pulled down its pants and said more please but harder, we don't mind, come to our country,make us feel as aliens in OUR own country. take all our resources abuse our national health, fill our schools, break all the laws we have, to safe guard us all, and when you do its ok to hide behind your own laws. sure we don'tmind at all.......... or do we? Britain WAKE UP can you not see what is happening? in ww2 we were proud to hold off the evil that was running rampant through europe and trying to takes us too, yet millions of brave men and women gave their lives so we as a nation could remain free. are their sacrifices all in vain? for this GENERATION seems to be saying yes!! do you realize that they are succeeding where HITLER failed, because it has not been done with violence apart from bomings. instead over years of very clever planing, coming here, setting up homes, bringing their family's here, through marriages, mostly inter- family marriages..i.e first cousins (allegedly). open Business.not to mention breeding as freely as rabbitts! we are a small island full to breaking point, yet everyday more and more flood in,taking what we have and in return giving us the finger along with totaly disrespect off anything that british. they moan about this country, i got a salution, if you dont like it here, then sod off back home we dont want you here. you are more like vampires suching our very marrow of life. GO HOME!! do i sound racist or just truthfull?

Would You Read This Story? I'm writing this story called For Harriet, about a girl called Ellie who rescues a toddler named Harriet in 1881. She goes on a quest to help this little girl, a quest that may ruin her life, just for Harriet, hence the title. It is a romantic historical drama. Here is an extract: It was dark that night. The streetlights in that part of Whitechapel were all broken, every single one. But a beam of moonlight slightly illuminated a bench, bathing it in a soft white light. A young woman sat on the bench. She was staring at nothing in particular, her bright blue eyes shining gently in the light of the moon. Her dark brown hair was wavy, and swept over her right shoulder. The woman’s Cupid’s bow lips were red even in the midnight gloom, and the moonlight made her pale skin seem whiter than snow. She looked her age, and she looked like she was in her early twenties. Hers was a haunting, incredible beauty, and anyone passing might have believed the false fact that she was wearing makeup. As a result of this, she attracted a lot of attention, but because of the eerie quality to her looks, most didn’t linger to stare. Except him, she thought fondly, smoothing out the folds in her dull pink dress. The street was silent, and all was still, except for a lone, half-starved cat running across the road, and a quiet snuffling sound in an alleyway. The woman assumed it was just a hedgehog, or some other small animal. A smile played across her lips, and she leaned back against the wood of the bench, thinking of why she had come to Whitechapel that night. A short time ago, she had met a young man in the street. His name was John. They had talked, and ever since then Eleanor (the girl on the bench) had been receiving flowers and love letters from John. She took the latest of these letters from her dress where it was safe and hidden. It read: Dearest Eleanor, I have missed you dearly since our last meeting. Because of this, I request you meet me at the place in Whitechapel where we first met. I will be there at midnight on the 1st March, and hope you will be there too. John Half an hour had passed since the arranged time, but Eleanor was young, and had no previous experiences of romance. As a result, she had faith in John; she believed he would come to see her. So Eleanor waited patiently for the man she loved. She believed the universe would not be so cruel as to doom her first romance before it was properly begun. But even this belief couldn’t banish the need for sleep, and she was dozing in her seat. A scream cut through the silence of the night like a knife. Eleanor jumped, fully awake now. The scream had not been one of pain; in fact, wail might’ve been a better word than scream. It had been the cry of a child, the kind of noise that might be heard when they have lost their parents. Eleanor cast about for the source of the sound, and realised it seemed to be coming from the depths of the alleyway. She listened closer, and it dawned on her that the snuffling was more like sobs. “Hello?” she called into the darkness. Her voice was like liquid milk and honey. Eleanor’s call was replied by another, quieter wail. Fearfully, Eleanor approached the alley. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she spotted a small, quivering shape huddled against the cold brick wall. She knelt down on the freezing pavement floor, close to the silhouette. Once her eyes had properly adjusted, Eleanor gasped. The figure was a small girl, who couldn’t be more than two years old. She had dirty curled bronze hair, and dull, fearful blue eyes. Their dullness was probably due to the fact she was incredibly skinny and filthy. Tears rolled down her pasty, pale face, washing away tiny amounts of dirt. Her dress seemed to have once been white, but was now stained brown and black. Her little hands were black, and she wore a small ring on one finger, which was almost completely obscured by mud. For a moment, Eleanor was speechless, eyes popping wide, but then she regained control. “H-hello.” She greeted the little girl, forcing a smile. She was disappointed when her voice broke. “Are you alright?” she asked, even though it was clear she was not. The little girl shook her head violently. “I lost him!” she wailed. Eleanor felt a wave of pity rush through her when she realised the child must be talking about her father, or whoever it was that looked after her. “What’s your name?” she asked. “I’m Ellie.” She added, deciding to use her nickname, so it was easier for the girl to understand. “Harriet.” The girl replied. She still sounded scared and upset, even when she wasn’t screaming and wailing. Her sobs were subsiding now the little girl had someone beside her, someone to help. “Harriet, are you lost? Are you hurt? Do you know where your parents are?” she questioned. Ellie was beginning to panic; the girl, Harriet, couldn’t possibly be healthy, and she seemed so scared. Ellie was worried that this little girl would die. “Wait here Harr Oops, the web cut off part of my extract. Here's the rest of it: Wait here Harriet.” She commanded, getting up and preparing to turn and run. She knew, roughly, where John’s house was, and planned to get help there. “Don’t leave me!” Harriet cried suddenly, reaching up to try and grab Ellie’s hand. “I’ll only be a moment.” Ellie assured her, but Harriet stood shakily up, and seized the elder girl’s hand. Now she could see all of her, Ellie decided Harriet really wasn’t that thin. Maybe she didn’t need to go running to John’s house. She couldn’t help but smile at her, and the determined look on her face. “Don’t leave.” Harriet commanded, gripping Ellie’s fingers tighter. “Well, do you know where your parents are?” enquired Ellie sweetly. Harriet shook her head, her little bronze curls flying every which way. “Well… where did you live?” Ellie asked, trying desperately to decide what to do. “Izzington.” Replied Harriet firmly. Ellie frowned. “Do you mean Islington?” Ellie checked And some more: Harriet nodded. “Take me home.” The little girl said. Ellie wasn’t sure if it was a request or a command. “Alright, alright, I will.” Replied Ellie without thinking. There was something about Harriet that was easy to love, and so Ellie found herself pledging to help the little girl. Harriet yawned and stretched. With a jolt, Ellie realised that she must be incredibly tired and cold. Unfortunately, Ellie hadn’t planned on staying the night in Whitechapel with a little girl, so she had nowhere to sleep. Putting thoughts of John and first love behind her, she put a suggestion to the tiny girl. “Come on.” Ellie suggested. “We’ll find a boarding house for the night.” That's the end. So what do you think, and would you read it?

Vent behind the washer/dryer? I recently noticed that there is a vent hidden on the wall behind the washer/dryer in the laundry room. I would assume that this is a return vent that brings air to the furnace in the basement when the heat comes on, but all of the other such vents in the house are located on the ceiling, not on the wall. The only other vent in the laundry room is on the floor, which is where the heat/cool air comes in. So would it be safe to assume that the vent behind the washer/dryer on the wall sucks air from the room to the furnace?

Do youy like this storyline/idea? Also, any suggestions on how to continue...? STORYLINE THING SO FAR: On her thirteenth birthday (Novemeber 21st) she starts developing special abilities. Of course, at that time she doesn't know what it is. She just thinks she imaginied it, at first. Parts of her body (hands, feet, head... nothing graphic, pervs) seem to slip into solid objects. Like, she's leaning on a wall and then the back of her head sinks into the plaster. All of these odd happenings are accompanied by a tingling sensation. These become more and more constant as time goes by. She thinks she's going crazy. Anyways, one time she has an 'episode' in front of her father. Small things have happened before; her hand could go through the table, slip through the fridge door. She thinks her father hadn't noticed. Which, most of the time, he didn't. However, this one time is big. She falls through her chair during dinner. Asw I mentioned, she thinks she's going crazy. Just as well she imagines she fell of her chair, not sunk through it. Her dad proves her wrong. He'll explain to her how she's not going crazy, as he supposed she'd thought. "You mean I'm not crazy?" or something along those lines. She's just developing special abilities, ones that became activated and steadily opened up more and more forthcoming her thirteenth birthday. Puberty, he says, activates it, but it's usually after thirteenth years of living. Sometimes for late bloomers it's fourteen, and the other way around could be twelve or whatever. You get it, don't you, my fellow members? It's heditary. Not just that she got 'powers' for no godamned reason. It took my some time, but I eventually further developed an idea I had when I was first thinking of the cause. Her great-grandmother, who will have some pretty Jewish name I will think of later, (Yarra? Adas? Haia? Lemor? Lior?) was about twenty and recently married when the holocust took place. When she got sent off to a work camp, she was just in the beginnings of pregnancy. She never believed it would go as far as some others had. She beged the life of her unborn child; said to spare her and her child. They whisked her off, though obviously not to saftey. They put her into some cell (I needs to do more reaserch ASAP) and performed expirements on her womb. Injected a certain combination of chemicals and see how it would effect the child when it was born. They would doubtlessly kill the mother and child when they were done. However, she somehow escaped - maybe a kind assistiant helped her? - and ran away into the woods, which is where a hidden community of safe Jews lived. Of course, other people helped them with supplies and news. This is true - read Into the Night (Is that what it's called?) and you'll see, but I've read it and heard from other sources, too. I need more reaserch, thankyousverymuch. So, the child was born, and as with the main character, that grandfather/grandmother developed a special 'ability' when thirteen. It's not, like, laser vision of somethiing like that. Just stuff like X-ray and emotion sensing. Not too humongus. :] Anyways, it went on like that. I'm not so sure who should have been the abilitied person - the mother or the father. - actually, I know now. The mom could be in an alusym (how to spell, how to spell...) because of her having visions.. so she's a bit crazed and confused, blacking-out and such, spurting random, frightning words... along those lines. of course, she'd told the dad (the mom) about all of the orgina and blah balh before it became overwhelming. So, she'd been taken away to the asluym (or wherever) even though the dad tried to keep it a secret, but when it happens in public.. :S They still love her and beleive she will someday come back to reality. There's this school, right? Actually, it's an instituaion, or an academy - The Academy for Gifted Students or the Istitution for Gifted Students? What should it be...? Anyways, it takes place instead of regular school. The academy/institution supplies all the regular studies, but just enough to be able to function normally in the real world. Minimum knowledge. The whole other time is dedicated to training and teaching how to control the student's special abilities. Anyways, the goverment knows about this whole thing. In fact, they're sponsoring it. The acadmeny/institution is in league with the CIA and such. A few expirienced CIA agents - spies, you could call them - teach classes at the institute/academy. Just the basics. The goverment decided to use the students to the best they could. For war, they would use them; but only as a last, secret weapon. For now, they send them out as.. spies, for lack of a better word. You know, gathering information and special taks that are much easier and less complicated or only they can do because of their abilities. Phasing (the MC's power) would be a great ability for a spy. To be able to escape, for one; and aslo, to move from room to room and through obsticales ( a safe, for instance) to retrive objects of power or whateve MAIN CHARACTER: Name: ? (help on this too, guys) Gender: Female, duh. (Not so Duhish but whatev) Hair color: Blackish-brown or dirty blond. I haven't decided yet. Hair style will be cut a bit below ears. Eye color: Probably brown. Or gray. (?) Figure: Tall and skinny.. not 'willowy', just a bit too skinny. Special markings: none Personlity: Critical, quiet but louder inside... likes to laugh, and bite her hair when nervous/tense. I would add more, but I'm not to into this project quite yet. whatever and to gather info, as said before. Only well-trusted and well-trained students would be sent out; most likley older students. I'm not so sure how to take the plot from here. Something to involver her mother, something to involve a murder; I do want, however, something that is entangled in her former life. Ack, this is hard. And, of course, sub-plots. Maybe a guy she liked formerly in school was an agent sent to survay her from the institution/academy. Yeah, that could work. Any other suggestions? Pleeeaase? :]

interesting places to visit in Berlin? im going with uni in about a week. Ive been a ton of times with my parents because they used to live there so we did all the touristy stuff of the wall n checkpoint charlie etc, which was great, dont get me wrong but this time i want to explore the backstreets n hidden gems (the safe ones at least!!!) We are a Creative Arts course - art, creative writing, dance, drama, visual design, textiles... you know! So, does anyone know of any nice places to go? Artsy fartsy cafes, Id love to find some awesome grafitti, but thats an as and when kind of thing..... uh, yeah, gimmi what ya got lol i need specifics as well lol, im not wandering around aimlessly looking for things all day, i dont mind hard to find, as long as u tell me how to get there!!

What is America so afraid of? Isn't this what Giuliani and Bush said we shouldn't do? We are becoming paranoid. To allow the rest of the world see that any little thing such as a light-bright for a cartoon character freeze a major metropolitan city is ridiculous. It took two hippies and a handful of light brights to launch this nation into a frenzy. Didn't Giuliani and Bush both say on September 12th to continue to live our lives as we did on September 10th. I believe the message was to show terrorists that America is a strong and resilient nation that will not succumb to fear. Instead, I hear phrases like "post 9/11 world," and terror threat level. This is clearly sending a message that America is like little mice trying to hide in a hole in the wall so the big bad mean men won't hurt us. Isn't it the job of Homeland Security to ensure that Americans are safe and do not have to fear terrorists? I am not advocating that we should forget what happened, but let's not allow it to have the effect that the terrorists planned for it to have.

have you ever felt like this? have you ever felt like life around you is being fast forwarded, or just going on without you and youre just stuck in slow motion and you just dont have control or you just dont know whats going on in your life anymore? thats how i feel. everytime im in school or just out where there's people i dont even notice my surroundings anymore, i just see a huge blur of colors and im never focusing on one thing. im just hiding in my head feeling safe there and hidden as im thinking of other things. its like a brick wall. and nothing gets past it most of the time. the only thing that keeps me moving is my feet/legs underneath me.

is this a good yu-gi-oh deck? Cards: Double Summon Royal Temple Titan Gogol Vemon Cobra Seal in the Gold Safe Sinovenator Rock Bombardment Executioner- Mathula No Entry!! The Six Warmasters- Nisashi Volcano Mouse Monster Reborn Gaurdian Sphinx Blue-Eyes White Dragon x3 Queen Knight Relice of the Six Warriors Royal Saint Beast- Dsaint Locates New Spaceswordsman- Big Mole Scorching King Palon Dark Fusion Gift of the Mystical Elf Damage Polarilizer Gravity Ball Counterattack Counter Trap Return Soul Arcana Force Extra- The Light Ruler New Space Swordsman Hummingbird Red Eyes B. Dragon x2 Buster Blader Familiar Knight Celtic Gaurdian Holy Mask Dark Magician Legitmate Lineage Marshmallow Call of the Haunted Master of Dragon Knight Red Eyes Darkness Metal Dragon Energy Absorber Violent Attack Dark Necrofear Evil Hero Dark Gaia The Lucky Flutist Wall of Illusion Hidden Supporter of the Six Warriors Winged Dragon Gaurdian of the Fortress #1 Summoned Skull

Help please.... bathroom prices...? Hi What amount of money would you expect to pay for a basic BATHROOM to be supplied and fitted? (one with a £199 suite from B & Q. etc.) We aren't rich & need a loan 4 it, and have got 4 quotes so far. ranging from £1,200 to £4,300! How on EARTH can there be such a vast difference? The work that needs doing is : supply and fit the loo, bath and sink... take down a hundred 4 x 4" tiles and replace them with new ones... supply and fit a little cupboard behind the pipes under the sink to hide the pipes... replace the shower... ( a basic shower costs around £70.00...) and take down an old bar fire off the wall and make safe. Also, we have had two of the fitters telling us that we need some special 'electrical competence certificate' or something which is essential now when electrical work is done in a bathroom, but the other two fitters said that is rubbish, and we don't need it because the 'electrics' are 'already there.' We are completely clueless. PLEASE HELP!!!

Is it safe to eat asbestos? I thought my wife was hiding cotton candy in the walls, but it was asbestos.

I Am Trying To Write A Story. . . . What Do You Think? Well, I am trying to write a story and I was wondering what people thought. I don't have much because I got a tiny bit stuck. Here it is: I crouched behind the wall and Adam whispered I my ear, “I’ll go get backup, you stay hidden, it’s not safe,” Do I have to do everything on my own? After Adam was out of sight I stood up and brushed down my jeans. I opened the metal door, with a lot of effort, I might add. “Knock, knock, who’s there? It’s me.” I said laughing to myself. “Oh God, what are you a stalker,” said one of the men, with thin green eyes and a shiny bald head. “Nah, I just happen to pop up every where you go,” I shrugged my shoulders and smiled. “What the hell are you doing here any way?” Asked another man with a pot belly, and also, no hair. “Hey, I don’t ask why I have to go anywhere; I just go there and do what I have to do,” “You idiots, she obviously works for What do you think? I stopped there because I can't think of a name for the Agency that she works for (she is a secret agent) and how do I let across that she is a secret agent .... thanks in advance =)

Bomb strikes IPL cricket match in Bangalore? A bomb has exploded outside a cricket stadium in the southern Indian city of Bangalore, police say. Five people - four policemen and a security officer - were injured. The blast happened shortly before the start of an Indian Premier League (IPL) cricket match. Police say the device was hidden in the perimeter wall. The match was scheduled to begin at 1600 (1030 GMT) with about 40,000 people in the stadium. It has now got under way. The Chinnaswamy Stadium is staging a match between the Bangalore Royal Challengers and the Mumbai Indians. The team's captains were walking out on to the pitch to toss the coin to decide who would bat first when the explosion happened. Q: NOW INDIA IS SAFE FOR WORLD CUP 2011?....I THINK NO...YOUR OPINIONS? http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/south_asia/8626992.stm

This here's for AngryPete, to show him there's a new law in this here Yahoo town. C/C? I was just 21 and out on my own, went west on a coach, had a gun other than my pistol i was alone, but i wasn't a slave to anyone. i could put a bullet in the chest from 50 paces or more; i could hit a man's eyeball if I closed in to 44. I thought I'd get some ranch work, but they swore to the moon that warn't woman's work, I might get hurt, I might swoon. They didn't fool me; oh how fragile the ego of the male. they wouldn't rule me and i wasn't for sale. So I let 'em think they won and became a dance-hall gal; I held on to my gun and they called me Juice Le Salle. The gold they gave me glistened; I bought a house, a horse! When they did business, I listened. And I cheated at cards, of course, blatantly. With cleavage. and they never said a thing. I soon had every man in town but the preacher on puppet strings. I hid all my money in a cave way up in the hills. The generous tips they gave were enough to pay the bills. Me and my horse Suede were the only ladies for miles. I guess that's why they paid with such stupid lookin' smiles. Then one day a stranger in black rode into my town. he touched his hat and I showed my back every time he came around. Whenever he was at the table my game was thrown off bad. He paid me to keep his horse in my stable; And dangit, my Suede loved the cad! He always looked angry and rowdy, And he lived by the law of the street. Every morning when he said, "Howdy!" I felt my heart drop to my feet... In the evening, horses were tended, and he told me about trains and stuff. He was handsome but I pretended not to notice- then he called my bluff. He kissed me without any warning! I slapped him and then kissed him back. We pleasured each other 'til morning, He left, gave my backside a smack. It was a little after midnight When I heard a fight in the hall. I grabbed my gun and I stepped light, hidden behind the thin wall. The men that were causing the fuss were all wearin' badges! A posse! I heard a familiar voice cuss, and I sauntered out sultry and saucy, Sayin', "Hello, fine lawmen. What gives?" "Well, Ma'am. This here's AngryPete. There's no place safe, long as he lives." "Well, at least shoot himout in the street!" There were 5 men and I had 6 shots; the odds were none too good. "Hang him, that's how you treat his lot!" They got a rope like I knew they would. I brought down 3 men as the rope grew taut. The other two turned in surprise. The next bullet, the biggest man caugt. The final scoundrel? Right between the eyes. My last bullet cut the rope, and my heart pounded as I ran to see If my man was dead, but nope, he laid there just grinnin' at me!

I wrote this long ago but then it was hard to find, will you help it get better please? I was just 21 and out on my own, went west on a coach, had a gun other than my pistol i was alone, but i wasn't a slave to anyone. i could put a bullet in the chest from 50 paces or more; i could hit a man's eyeball if I closed in to 44. I thought I'd get some ranch work, but they swore to the moon that warn't woman's work, I might get hurt, I might swoon. They didn't fool me; oh how fragile the ego of the male. they wouldn't rule me and i wasn't for sale. So I let 'em think they won and became a dance-hall gal; I held on to my gun and they called me Juice Le Salle. The gold they gave me glistened; I bought a house, a horse! When they did business, I listened. And I cheated at cards, of course, blatantly. With cleavage. and they never said a thing. I soon had every man in town but the preacher on puppet strings. I hid all my money in a cave way up in the hills. The generous tips they gave were enough to pay the bills. Me and my horse Suede were the only ladies for miles. I guess that's why they paid with such stupid lookin' smiles. Then one day a stranger in black rode into my town. he touched his hat and I showed my back every time he came around. Whenever he was at the table my game was thrown off bad. He paid me to keep his horse in my stable; And dangit, my Suede loved the cad! He always looked angry and rowdy, And he lived by the law of the street. Every morning when he said, "Howdy!" I felt my heart drop to my feet... In the evening, horses were tended, and he told me about trains and stuff. He was handsome but I pretended not to notice- then he called my bluff. He kissed me without any warning! I slapped him and then kissed him back. We pleasured each other 'til morning, He left, gave my backside a smack. It was a little after midnight When I heard a fight in the hall. I grabbed my gun and I stepped light, hidden behind the thin wall. The men that were causing the fuss were all wearin' badges! A posse! I heard a familiar voice cuss, and I sauntered out sultry and saucy, Sayin', "Hello, fine lawmen. What gives?" "Well, Ma'am. This here's AngryPete. There's no place safe, long as he lives." "Well, at least shoot himout in the street!" There were 5 men and I had 6 shots; the odds were none too good. "Hang him, that's how you treat his lot!" They got a rope like I knew they would. I brought down 3 men as the rope grew taut. The other two turned in surprise. The next bullet, the biggest man caugt. The final scoundrel? Right between the eyes. My last bullet cut the rope, and my heart pounded as I ran to see If my man was dead, but nope, he laid there just grinnin' at me!

A repost to get you back to the beginning of this thang, will you comment? I was just 21 and out on my own, went west on a coach, had a gun other than my pistol i was alone, but i wasn't a slave to anyone. i could put a bullet in the chest from 50 paces or more; i could hit a man's eyeball if I closed in to 44. I thought I'd get some ranch work, but they swore to the moon that warn't woman's work, I might get hurt, I might swoon. They didn't fool me; oh how fragile the ego of the male. they wouldn't rule me and i wasn't for sale. So I let 'em think they won and became a dance-hall gal; I held on to my gun and they called me Juice Le Salle. The gold they gave me glistened; I bought a house, a horse! When they did business, I listened. And I cheated at cards, of course, blatantly. With cleavage. and they never said a thing. I soon had every man in town but the preacher on puppet strings. I hid all my money in a cave way up in the hills. The generous tips they gave were enough to pay the bills. Me and my horse Suede were the only ladies for miles. I guess that's why they paid with such stupid lookin' smiles. Then one day a stranger in black rode into my town. he touched his hat and I showed my back every time he came around. Whenever he was at the table my game was thrown off bad. He paid me to keep his horse in my stable; And dangit, my Suede loved the cad! He always looked angry and rowdy, And he lived by the law of the street. Every morning when he said, "Howdy!" I felt my heart drop to my feet... In the evening, horses were tended, and he told me about trains and stuff. He was handsome but I pretended not to notice- then he called my bluff. He kissed me without any warning! I slapped him and then kissed him back. We pleasured each other 'til morning, He left, gave my backside a smack. It was a little after midnight When I heard a fight in the hall. I grabbed my gun and I stepped light, hidden behind the thin wall. The men that were causing the fuss were all wearin' badges! A posse! I heard a familiar voice cuss, and I sauntered out sultry and saucy, Sayin', "Hello, fine lawmen. What gives?" "Well, Ma'am. This here's AngryPete. There's no place safe, long as he lives." "Well, at least shoot himout in the street!" There were 5 men and I had 6 shots; the odds were none too good. "Hang him, that's how you treat his lot!" They got a rope like I knew they would. I brought down 3 men as the rope grew taut. The other two turned in surprise. The next bullet, the biggest man caugt. The final scoundrel? Right between the eyes. My last bullet cut the rope, and my heart pounded as I ran to see If my man was dead, but nope, he laid there just grinnin' at me!

My cat doesn't like to go outside? My cat is indoor. I have this empty little back patio at my condo that I never use. It is all walled in and safe and I thought it would be cool to have a little outdoor area for my cat and build her an outdoor cat tree. I try to take her out there and she runs back inside and is mad at me for about 10 mins after and hides. Don't know how to get her used to being in that outdoor area. I'm about ready to give up. Any advice?

Do you believe dreaming of a deceased relative is actually an interaction with their spirit? Two nights ago I had a dream that I have been obsessing over ever since. I was in a home, on a hill, that overlooked a beautiful valley. I have dreamed of this place before and I feel safe. But, past the valley, there is a forest and I am afraid of it. Something just does not feel right there. In my dream, I realize that I am able to see spirits of people who have died. I am not afraid; it is just a curious sensation. They are playing in my yard and there a living people also; my dog is running around barking. Inside I see my dead grandmother sitting on an arm of a sofa. In the dream she is trying to communicate something about a wooden wall clock, her will hidden within, which contained the names of all her grandchildren and what she left to them. In the dream I found my name and it said country club, which I assumed was sort of membership. I remember being confused about this will because it didn't make sense, and sad at the same time because I knew she was very poor when she passed away. I couldn't understand why she thought she had anything to give away. Finally, I turned to her and said, "Grandma, how are you?" In a one word response she said, "fine," but her response was emotionless. However, I believed her answer and then asked, "Grandma, how's heaven?" Again, in a one-word response, she said, "Big." After that, I looked outside and I saw an army of dead souls marching up the hill to my house where they were coming to collect the souls playing there. I knew my grandmother had to go and I was scared of the spirits. I made the living playing outside come in and called my dog; then I closed all the blinds and locked the door and immediately woke up. My dream was very surreal; I really felt like my grandmother was there. However, I keep obsessing over how emotionless she was and her one word answers, especially saying "Big" when I asked her how heaven. That is definitely not something that would have automatically come to my mind if someone asked me what I thought it was like. So, does anyone have any thoughts on speaking to a dead relative in a dream? Or had a dream where a dead relative tells you what heaven is like? Or, any thoughts on interpreting the weird way your mind works when you are sleeping?

The meaning of this song by Paul Simon "I am a Rock"? A winter's day In a deep and dark December; I am alone, Gazing from my window to the streets below On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow. I am a rock, I am an island. I've built walls, A fortress deep and mighty, That none may penetrate. I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain. It's laughter and it's loving I disdain. I am a rock, I am an island. Don't talk of love, Well I've heard the word before; It's sleeping in my memory. I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died. If I never loved I never would have cried. I am a rock, I am an island. I have my books And my poetry to protect me; I am shielded in my armor, Hiding in my room, safe within my womb. I touch no one and no one touches me. I am a rock, I am an island. And a rock feels no pain; And an island never cries.

Great places to hide a diary? Im afraid my parents or siblings will read my diary if found. Right now it's between my bed and my wall but it seems so obvious and it would be the first place someone would look. Please give my places to hide my diary, in my room! Thanks!(no online diaries either. I still wouldn't feel safe with it.) : )

I need my sister to make amends on my terms, is that wrong? My sister and husband had inappropriate sexual contact and I have cut her out of my life until I feel that she has made the appropriate ammends, ie 12 step recovery program, reaching out as much as possible to talk about it, not hide behind her wall of defensivenes. Go to therapy. She thinks that she has appologized, but I do not think it was sincere, or done with taking 100 % responsibility for her part. Whe blames my husband for the reason why it happened. She gets angry at me when I try to bring it up, says she's appologized enough and that amends should not be just on my terms. Is that right. Don't I have the right to ask for all the things needed to feel safe around her and to trust her again?

Please give your honest opinion, Would you read this? Please give me your HONEST opinion. I am entered in a creative writing contest and entered in the category of Short Story. This is a small excerpt from my story titled Sunset. Please just rate the story and don't add to it, All of the work must be the original work of a student. (BTW: this is set somewhat in the future, year 3251) Thank you!:D At dawn, I saw HOV-cars puling into our drive way and wondered if they were from the FBI, too, since they were all black. I glanced out of my window, trying to see the government insignia on the doors. There wasn't one. I don't know what I was thinking. I ran downstairs, against my better judgment, and went strait to Mom and Dads room. They were already awake and moving around the room. My mom saw me enter and looked up frantically as my dad was opening our wall-sized gun safe. She came over to me and told me to hide. "But what about Adeline and Erik and Justin? Are they hiding too?" Mom didn't answer;she jsut shooed me out of her room left me to find a hiding place. I went behind the large shelf, in the living room, that held our pictures, heirlooms, and Tv screen. I made it behind there and managed to duck just as the door was kicked in. I peeked from where I hid and saw their shinnkng eyes in the morning light. Chromes. That must be what Mom and Dad where talking about last night. I could see from the Tv that they had plasma rifles. The United States outlawed them because they could cause so many problems if not cleaned after every use. The next thing i saw was two Chromes brandishing a dart gun with a magazine sticking from the bottom. Are they taking prisoners? I sucked in my breath so my ragged breathing wouldn't alert them. I heard the echo of the bullet being fired before I saw the lead Chrome fall to the oriental rug that Mom had tried to keep clean over the years. Blood polled from his chest. The Chrome with the dart gun fired twice and seconds later I heard two thuds come from the hallway. Two of retrieved both of my parents. THen I saw each of my siblings being carried from downstairs; all of them were unconcience. I didn't even hear them go upstairs. They were laid on the rug where the dead Chrome was. I started to feel dizzy and realized that I had been holding my breath this whole time. I exhaled carefully, trying to choke back tears. Each of them was in Trines, small silver cords that looked like string, but were made of steel, and faced downward. I looked away when they fired bullets from my dads gun into each of their heads. I will probably end up adding more detail. please rate on a scale of 1-10.

Anyone read Lord of the Flies? Would anyone who has read Lord of the Flies be able to answer these questions? Match the following descriptions with the choices given (A-E) a. Ralphb. Piggyc. Jackd. Simone. Roger 11.dies when a rock falls on him 12.the elected leader of the group 13.the most evil character; kills Piggy 14.puts his own lust for hunting ahead of everyone else’s needs 15.sees people for what they really are 16.represents the power-hungry dictator in society 17.represents the mystic philosophers in society 18.represents the good-hearted rule-following leaders in society 19.represents the evil sadist figures in society 20.represents the scholars in a society Multiple Choice 21.The boys are on the island because a.their ship sunk b.they will be safe from the war there c.their plane was shot down d.they were on vacation 22.The boy with the mulberry birthmark who was fearful of the “snake-thing” a.disappears b.was Simon c.later becomes one of the bravest boys d.refuses to eat the meat Jack provides 23.The conch shell becomes a symbol of a.freedom b.authority c.tyranny d.death e.food 24.Jack changes from a civilized schoolboy to a(n) a.insane butcher obsessed with murdering his way to power b.a sadist obsessed with torture c.a clever tyrant obsessed with creating a new form of government d.a savage obsessed with hunting 25.Which boy suggests, “We’ll have rules! Lots of rules!”? a.Jack b.Simon c.Piggy d.Roger 26.Simon recognizes that the beast a.lives in the sea b.lives on the mountain c.is within each of them d.is stalking them at night 27.In the early part of the novel, “a civilization that knew nothing of him and was in ruins” prevents a.Roger from hitting Henry with rocks b.Piggy from carrying wood to the fire c.Jack from killing the first pig d.Simon from pushing over the pig’s head on the stick 28.The bodies of Simon and Piggy are a.buried under Castle Rock b.left as an offering for the beast c.washed out to sea d.carried to the top of the mountain 29.The only boy who does not participate in murder is a.Piggy b.Simon c.Ralph d.Roger 30.Who starts the fire that ironically brings rescue? a.Roger b.Jack c.Ralph d.Simon e.Piggy 31.When Robert suggests that the game needs a real pig “because you’ve got to kill him,” what does Jack suggest using? a.a dead pig b.a dummy c.a littlun d.Simon 32.Simon’s death represents the death of a.poetry and imagination b.law and order c.reason and common sense d.democracy and freedom e.love 33.Jack impales the sow’s head on a stick a.as a warning to Ralph b.to awe his followers c.to establish himself as chief d.as a gift for the beast e.to freak Simon out 34.While staring at the severed pig’s head, Simon has a mystical experience that reveals to him that the beast is a.on the mountain top b.a creature that the boys can hunt and kill c.a creature from the sea d.the evil within the human heart and mind 35.Roger is unable to throw rocks directly at the “littlun” on the beach because a.the laws of civilization restrain him b.he is afraid of what Ralph will do c.the “littlun” is partially hidden by a “sandy white wall” d.Ralph is watching him too closely. 36.Piggy’s auntie owns a a.factory b.bakery c.private school d.dress shop e.candy store 37.What functions does the fire serve? a.warmth b.cooks food c.a,b,d d.sends a rescue signal e.a and b 38.Piggy suffers from a.chronic diarrhea b.fatigue c.hearing impairment d.asthma e.congenital heart defect 39.The destruction of the conch symbolizes what? a.the destruction of peace b.the destruction of law and order c.the destruction of democracy d.both a and c e.both b and c 40.The naval officer’s comment about the boys’ fun and games is an example of a.foreshadowing b.symbolism c.irony d.conflict 41.The inhumanity of this fictional society is seen in its treatment of the a.parachutist b.littluns c.boy with the mulberry birthmark d.naval officer 42.The Lord of the Flies is a symbol of a.internal human evil b.death c.hope d.war 43.For Jack’s tribe, the need for meat becomes secondary to the a.need for security b.lust to kill c.need for a fort d.desire to stay together 44.The reenactment of the pig hunt in which Robert is hurt foreshadows a.Piggy’s death b.The hunt for Ralph c.The rescue d.Simon’s death Sequential Order-put the following events in order by sequence (“A” happened first, “B” happened second, “C” happened third, “D” happened fourth, and “E” happened last.) 45.A parachute drags a body out to sea. 46.A small boy with a birthmark goes missing. 47.Ralph is elected leader. 48.A naval officer rescues a group of children. 49.Roger sharpens a stick at both ends for Ralph. Quotes – match the quote wi For your info people, I red the Lord of the Flies book. I was asking if you would take 5 minutes of your time to do it so I can compare my answers.

How do you like these 2 new poems (or at least part of them)? You say lifes to short Theres no room for mistakes Do it right or don't do it To forget heatbreaks To get it right the first time Or don't even try at all You make me feel As if I'm trapped behind your wall You tell me to forget him And move on When its easy for you to say When you don't feel the pain everyday But I won't let you be my downfall My home is a shell My protection is inside Where I'm safe from being hurt A place formy heart to hide Stanza 5 is a brand new poem...

More food for though? Words and music by John Kay Your wall's too high, I can't see Can't seem to reach you, can't set you free If you can hear me, follow the sound And help me tear your wall down to the ground Everyone gets hurt sometimes Everybody plays the game If you don't win the first time Come back and try again Rocks and bricks can't help you You can't hide behind your wall Why don't you try to jump it little girl I'll catch you if you fall Ah, sometimes early in the mornin' Without warnin' you'll realize That you ain't too wise With your head bowed down you go downtown Watch an old lady hit the ground Lots of people standin' round But nobody seems to know her You're an hour late when you reach your floor Ah, and everybody tells you That your boss is sore Watch the clock for seven more Then go flyin' through the door Back home again the day is gone You're safe and sound but still alone And when the night falls around your walls Ah, tell me don't you ever wish to go outside Follow the lights and go outside You'll be alright, just go outside

Need ideas on where to hide cash at home? My brother and I are living with our folks again. My brother is jobless and full of debt. I have a job (part-time, but it's work) and filed bankruptcy earlier this year, in part thanks to him. I want to start saving some mad cash to keep in my room thats leftover from what I don't use during the pay period for lunches/sodas at work and for occassional minor emergencies. I got a checking acct, but I like cash, always have (go figure). Here's the issue though. My brother and sister (has her own place) are both untrustworthy people. I love them, but I don't trust them. They tend to borrow things without asking, go into rooms they have no business being in and going through things that aren't theirs, both have major debt issues (one a shopper, other is a gambler). Both are manipulative and are always out to beg, borrow or steal for a quick buck that doesn't belong to them. They don't pay back family debts, and their personal finances are always in disrepair. Even going through bankruptcy, they still tried to borrow and manipulate money out of me. As I said before, I love them (although I'm not exactly sure why at this point), but still, I don't trust them. They've cost me a lot over the years and are part of the reason why I am where I am in my life. I'm at the point where I'm ready to start rebuilding myself again but this time, I want to hide everything from them. And living with one of them makes it near impossible with things like bank statements coming in the mail. I don't have much anymore, but what I got, I want to keep. So I figure an all cash system might be easier this time around to keep prying eyes out. So anyhow, yeah, They are who I NEED to hide this money from. I don't want them to know that I might even have a nickle to my name (although that seems to be what I'm worth nowadays), otherwise they'll try to find a way to get it out of me. I know them, they just will. (Kind of sad isn't it, fearing having any amount of money to your name simply because you're afraid family might steal or manipulate it out of you.) Anyhow, I need to know how to do this? It's needs to be accessible, but out of plain view. It needs to be hidden somehow but must be able to be gotten to quickly and quietly without a lot of fuss. My folks are selling the house in a year or two to move out of state, so I can't put any holes in the wall. And I don't want a safe because then I'm afraid they might start to get snoopy. Any ideas?

i need feedback on my poem.. pleeeeees? A Rock.. feels no pain It is a winter’s day I look everywhere a place I could store my pain Pain that never dies I gaze at the drops of water gingerly touching my windows I am alone- Pain tries to empathise and I have built walls around Feelings do not reach me nor does the pain. I am safe- I have heard the word and it is love It is the love that I disdain and the laughter that haunts within Sleeps within me I will never disturb the feelings that have died. I am a rock- And I feel no pain It can see my lamp unlighted I am safe I hide in my room In my own loneliness shielded I am a rock a rock feels no pain.

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What do you think of my story? Sorry if i have missed any mistakes i have tried my best to sort this :) could you tell me what you think of it as a story :) For five hours now I have been sat on the grass in front of the gap in the wall. The fresh crops of raspberries behind the wall have been tormenting me for those five hours. We every time a bird swoops at them I throw a stone at it and shoo it away. But it’s too much to handle when your whole village is starving. Due to the boredom I have also picked the patch of ground in front of me clean it’s just a mere patch of dirt. So I have decided to run home and grab my basket and sneak into the forest and pick a few and not for long. Just as I crept into the house and just as I picked up my basket my dad caught me. I placed the basket back down as he knew what I was going to do. “Jessica for the last time as your father please listen to what I have to say. If you enter that forest you know they are there waiting to kill you. I would much prefer for the village to starve than to be eaten by those monsters if we pick that fruit.” He gave me one of his stern looks. “Father it has been five years since the last attack. You can easily see me from where I would be. Don’t fret I shall be fine and the berries look so lush and fresh this year, I can sit and watch them shrivel away or to be gobbled up by a bird.” I gave him my puppy eyes and he return a weak smile back. I grabbed my basket, kissed him on the cheek and headed for the door. “Jessica please be safe. Do not go out of my sight because I'm too old to go in and haul you away from those monsters.” As I skipped with joy across the field I caught a glimpse of Caspian running after me from the corner of my eye. Great I really cannot be bothered with him at this moment as my stomach is yearning for those delicious fruits. We have been going out for the past month. We are meant to be deeply in love but I am not interested in him anymore he’s just too perfect and I don’t have the heart to break up with him as it will cause too many problems Such as my father will be very upset as he sees Caspian as the perfect husband for me and the perfect man to run the village and they are planning things. “Jessica.” His perfect pitched voice ringed throughout the valley. I stopped my skipping and my smile vanished from my face. “Yes... my dear.” I painted a fake smile on my face and slowly turned around. He instantly grabbed the bottom of my back and pulled my close to him and he began to kiss me. I stood there for the full five minutes enduring his perfecting kissing and his perfect hugging and his perfect smell and his perfectness as he continued to smother me with his perfect love. When he finally pulled away (with the help of my gentle shoving) he just stood there and gazed into my eyes. It felt like he was reading me like a book. When the silent interrogation finished he began to kiss again. As much as I was pleased that he wasn’t as bad as previous boyfriends I was also wishing he could tone down his perfection and maybe slip up with kissing me. Dear lord another five minutes had passed and we were still stood in the middle of the field kissing. I started to think how I could stop this. Then it hit me. I was just standing here doing nothing as perfection kissed the life out of me so I started to kiss back. It was only a few minutes later he pulled away from me with the biggest, perfect, smile across his pale white face. “I’m sorry dear as I am going to have to bid you farewell as I have to go and pick some of those fruits.” As I turned to walk away he grabbed my arm with a very firm hold. “Caspian whatever is the problem?” He gave a stern powerful look. “My dear you are not planning to go into the forest are you?” His expression did not change. “Of course not... I planning to go and venture for some where I picked them last year.” He gave me a kind smile again and kissed me on my fore head. “That is fine. We shall have tea at my house tonight with our families as I have some news.” He had another huge smile on his perfect face before his ran back across the field. I knew that it was bad to lie but he would have never let me go into that forest and I know that no matter what I'm going in to pick the fruit. As I drew closer to the forest I kept on checking that no-one was spying on me. At the last couple of yards I ran in and behind the wall hidden from the view of any person. I never noticed from the field how big the berry bushes were. I stood for hours picking the bush clean. But as I had stripped it of its berries I had been moving in deeper to the forest. Then I looked up for a swift moment and saw it. Berries scattered all over the place as I had dropped my basket. It was massive and as black as the night. I was caught by his bright yellow eyes. I just stood as still as the deceased as I was locked in the werewolves glaze. Suddenly it when black and I drifted away.

Is there a movie about this? If not, I am making it. Hi. I just woke up today, at 9:02 am, and was scared out of my mind from this dream I had. It involved five people getting locked into a 10 story hotel for three days. They think they can find a way out, but all the doors are locked n' stuff. Then one night, they hear someone say something, but they don't know who said it. Then they hear the voice again, and it tells them to be aware of everything thats coming to you. They get freaked out, and thats when something tall, skinny, and black, brakes through a window, grabes the first guy, and pulls him back out the window with him. You hear a loud crack, and then that horrible crunching sound. The others run up stairs to the 7nth floor. They stay there for the night in a corner, untill the next day. When they wake up, theres writing on the wall, in blood, that tells them to be ready for whats coming. They get scared again, so they decide it's time to find a way out of here. Thats when they remember the river. Theres a river out back of the hotel that runs down the town that there in. If they could get to the river, they could let the current pull them down and far away from the haunted hotel. So they start towards the 1st floor again, and when they get here find the dead guys head on the coat rack on the main floor, which makes them run faster. They get to the back door, and to their suppries, it's open! So they three people walk through the tall uncut grass ( suspension music comes on now ), until they get to the edge of the river. So three people jump in, and the fourth one is about to, when something comes out of the water, grabes the girl thats still on shore, and pulls her under. Quickly, red starts forming in the water, and the three friends don't want to stick around, so they start swimming, but one boy goes under for a second to see what the things that are attaking are, and aall he sees are two red glowing eyes. He soon runs out of air, and turns around, only to find the two other people a mile down the river allready, so he starts to swim faster. The two people make it to dry land, don't see the thrid guy in the water, decide he must be dead, and decide it's best to move on. They hide behind a building, and find a big rock that could hide them, so they sleep there for a little bit. When they wake up, they find the head of the guy who saw the eyes on the top of the rock, all shriveld up, and hey scream, but thats when the guy wakes up. It turns out he is not dead, and the three of them start walking together into town. They make it to the center of there street, when something shocking appears. There are dead bodies on the sidewalks, the houses look like they have been abandon for years, and the grass was almost as tall as them, but a weird brown color. They start walking a little more, and relieze the whole city is like this. They start running down streets and streets, trying to find one person who is still alive, and then they find one. There is a person leaning over somebody, kissing them, so they approach him. They make it a few steeps, when the relieze blood is flowing down the apparently dead person, while they other one is eating her. He turns around and reviels his glowing red eyes, takes his cloack ( Thet robe thing people where ), to reviel a hidiouse body, all dark brown, with the viens poppong out oh him, and blood smeared all over his face. He turns around, so they can see his face, which looked the same as the rest of him, but his mouth runs all the way to his neck. He screams a weird gurgling noise, and gives chase to the three kids. They run, but he was faster then them, so he jumps on top of the guy who saw the eyes, and quickly and messily devours him. The other two, boy and girl, keep running, until they find a telephone booth. They both steep in, put in a quarter, and the girl dials her mother. No ring. The boy tries. Still no ring. They start to talk about how it makes no sense, the town wasn't like this two days ago when they checked into the hotel, when all of a sudden, they relieze they are stepping on somebodies dead carcass with a note in his hands that reads: Dear whoever finds this. I have just heard there will be a nuclear war that only some will survive, I have taken refugee in this telephone booth, and I don't know of my fate. I heard the sirens go off a few minutes ago, and I heard people screaming outside. I watched how they slowly fell to the ground, dying because of the gas that the bomb made. I don't know how long I have to live, but I saw some younger kids go into a hotel over there, I hope they are ok withought there parents, It didn't look like they know about the gas yet. The police say it could change people too, to become blood thirsty, but if no one is alive, they will die too. Goodbye, and thak you for whoever find this. Ok, they now relieze that they could be the last people who weren't effected by the bomb, and also relieze that those black things that eat people could be regular people with effects to the bomb. They decide to hijack a car, and turn on the radio. They drive for what seems like eternity, until they hear the words very shakily ( and the whole time they are driving, the radio has been silent ) : Hello .... safe ... to hide .... Boston ..... go ......................... . Then they don't hear anything else. They decide to drive to Boston, and it ends with them going off into no where but dead bodies and abandond houses. The end. So, what did you think? Sorry it is soooo long, but if you actually read the whole thing, then please leave feed back, and tell me if parts of it are from another movie. Thanks! And any spelling mistakes are mine, sorry. Ok, I have never seen Dawn of the Dead, and thanks you all who liked it. I'm going to write it out now perfectly. Keep telling me if it's part of anything!

Trying to find out the name of a particular "horror" film from the 90s...? All I remember from the movie is as follows: A little black kid (I believe with a fro) visited a little white girls house (I think it was Halloween) and she was quiet or fond of the little black kid, regardless they either played together or he got stuck in her house because her parents came home... I THINK, but I might've just made that last sentence up. The parents were very strange and once they fond out the boy was in the house and what not, they were all dressed up in some interesting outfits looking like dominatrix gear... leather and all... and I remember the dad was blowing holes in the walls because that was the only safe place in the house that they couldn't reach and basically their were routes throughout the whole house within the walls he hid... he eventually gets out at the end and what not... I KNOW this is a TERRIBLE description of the movie, but it's literally all I can remember and I've been dying to know the name of the movie because I've never been able to find it out besides from when I was younger. Please anybody's guidance on either where I can find some help or the name would be greatly appreciated. Thanks.

Hey, i'm 15 years old and i've started writing a book, i want to be an author and i need opinions? I welcome you into this story, with hopes that you leave it with a wandering mind. My story takes place in a world very different from the one you live in. I live in the world of the three kingdoms. The kingdoms of Peace, Tranquility, and Harmony. It would be wise not to be fooled by there names, for the names are just now meaningless titles. There was a place that only the very wise and powerful knew of, the Valley of Unknown powers. No one was quite sure who lived there and why, but all everyone knew was that you went in with a small talent and came out very powerful, you became one of the guardians of the realm. I lived in the most powerful and the cruelest of the kingdoms, the Kingdom of Peace. Although it did not seem that way, for I did not live as a peasant, or a beggar, I lived as the daughter of the next most powerful king of the kingdoms. Prince Garthus the second was to be the next ruler of our kingdom when his father king Garthus the first will be assassinated, for people in these kingdoms don’t pass away, the royalty most likely get murdered. I felt no compassion towards my father for I did not know him so well, I was well cared for but not by a parent. It was horrible of me to think it but I wanted my father assassinated before he took the crown due to the fact that I did not want to be taken to the Valley of Unknown Powers, all the kings, sons and daughters had to go there until they are well acquainted with the other royalty, are prepared for there future duties and have a secret weapon of there own. My name: Annabella, has been down on the list for the v.o.u.p. since birth. I will start my tale from the early years of my life…. I woke up to the sun hitting my face and warming my body after the chilly night, the castle was going to be rampaging with guests this week, for the yearly banquet of the royalties was going to be held at our castle this year, I lay in my bed listening to the yells of the planners, laying there idly while every one was running about there business. But I too was soon taken away from my daydreams by Tenma, the mother figure in my life. She came in barging in a rush, so I pretended to be asleep. She murmured while looking about my room, which looked like it hadn’t been cleaned in a very long while. “Where did she leave it? I knew I shouldn’t have shown it to her and that she would end up taking it, those guards will have to be punished.” I yawned loudly to get her to leave and she scurried out of the room. She was talking about the white amulet. There were seven main sources of power in our kingdom. The Luthen Amulets. Of seven colors they are. Earlier Tenma said that a very powerful one was hidden in this castle, and she thought she knew where it might be. Now I’ve always been a little special, but nobody knew it. So, later that night I went to my room, locked the door and lighted a few candles. I let myself slip into unconsciousness. I was walking down a dark corridor with crisp cobble stoned walls, as a breeze hit the back of my neck. I frantically looked around, but kept scampering to the end of the passageway I saw a mossy wooden door, and reached for it. It was sealed, so I concentrated harder, it opened with a crack, and past that door was a room about two feet in width and length. A blinding light of silver-white reached my eyes, and I stretched my hands… Chapter two? I woke up the next morning with my stomach rumbling, lying on the cold stone floor of my room. The accounts of last night rushed back to me. I took my hand to my neck and felt the warmth of the white amulet, and smiled at my success, there was a knock on my door, so I hastily put it under my dress. It was Tenma looking frustrated, as she said “Where have you been? The dukes and duchesses of Harmony are here. Why are you still wearing your night gown? Oh, we don’t have time for this. Come, come hurry put on your gown.” “Good morning to you too, Tenma.” Tenma giggled and gave me a smack on the back of my head that I deserved. “Make hurry, almost everyone is here, what were you doing all this time?” I walked down the stone staircases and started awkwardly greeting the guests. All seemed quite nice. But the air was not clean, it was impure, things were being hidden on the inside. Things that shouldn’t be. I wondered who was hiding them, when I was rudely pulled into a dark corner. “Let me go, what are you doing to me?” I looked up at the face of my capturer and saw a friendly grinning face. Kestn, my best friend was looking down at me with a smile that showed his teeth from every angle, and his hazel eyes gleaming in the dark through his shaggy brown hair. I thought you would like to be escorted out of this banquet of the snobs.” We both laughed, and left the castle, sneaking past the maids, servants and guards. We ran up a hill until we were sure that nobody had followed or seen us. “Thanks for the help, listen, I have to tell you something.” I told him about last night, because I told him everything, and as I brought out the white amulet, he gasped. He already knew that I was special, but not this much. We sat there talking for a long time, about what we would have to do in our lives, when I felt a strange presence take over him. “I have something to say, but you have to be very open minded about this, okay?” I simply nodded my head, wondering what was coming to me. “Well, I was thinking why don’t you and me go look for the amulets together?” I just looked back at him, without any reaction whatsoever. That would have been a good idea, but the problem is the remaining six amulets are scattered over the 3 kingdoms by the true owner, who has long been dead, it was said that whoever sought the power and would be able to conquer it would have to find them first. “But Kestn I’m only 16 and you 17, do you think well be able to cross the rivers, swamps, hills, and mountains that separate the kingdoms?” It looked like he was thinking hard about this, and waited for several minutes before he said “Just promise me you’ll think about it okay?” Then he left without another word. He left me to walk back to the castle by myself, and so I did, I politely nodded at some of the guests and was hoping to make it back to my room, if I hadn’t seen my father gesturing to me, to come and meet his old friend. I walked up slowly, wondering how long this was going to take. “Hello young lady, pleasure to meet you” I tried to reply politely, “the pleasure is mines sir.” He chuckled delightfully while saying “you’re everything your father said you are”, as I gave my father an accusing look, I notice the badge of the kingdom of Harmony on the other Kings chest, “How would you like to come and live at the palace of tranquility? I mean as the wife of the prince” He finished. I just stood there, frozen, staring blankly at him, and at the words that he spoke. From my frozen mode, came a pounding rush of thoughts, my life here, the amulets, Tenma, Kestn, I could feel everyone’s eyes on me waiting for my reply, but they wouldn’t here it… I ran from the room, letting my numbness let go of me, I scampered up three flights of stairs, ran into my room, shut the door, and jumped on my bed. I don’t know how long I laid there sprawled on my mattress, but when I awoke it was dark outside. The events of the previous hours rushed back to me. Oh no…. what am I going to do, I can’t stay here anymore. My friend’s faces vividly appeared in my mind, Kestn, his offer… I started packing immediately, everything I would need, clothes, my life savings, and I had just enough time to run into the kitchens and get some dried peppered meat, and stale bread. The main doors were locked, and my bedroom window was too high. I looked desperately out the window, thinking my plans were being abashed by something so simple when I heard someone speak in a deep voice, “Not running away little princess, are you?” That familiar voice gave a comfort, only one person called me princess in that manner when I am disappointed. I saw Kestn, all the way down there, with a rope ladder, “Are you packed princess?” I didn’t have to ask how he knew, but he always did, I saw that he also carried a bag. I climbed down and we half walked, half tippy toed our way to the stables, where two beautiful mares were waiting for us, one with a coat of whitened gold, and a mane of silver, while the other had skin the color of midnight, but with the same silver mane. There yellow eyes gleamed down at us as we took their ropes. “Wow, you thought ahead didn’t you?” I said with a smile. “Well someone had to, seeing you took so long to figure out what you had to do, so I took the liberty of preparing our needs for the expedition. Anyways I heard what happened, and am therefore satisfied with your decision. “Why, don’t you want me to stay home, or at least have a new one??” “You call this place a home? You are imprisoned against your own will, without knowing it and have been made to believe that you have everything you want. But as long as you remain here, you will never know what’s waiting for you past the maids and butlers, past the afternoon tea and royal acquaintances, past the gloomy and isolated towers of this castle that you call a home. Your going to have to forget this fantasy of a home and life that you are know leaving behind and think about what’s coming towards you” he said with a last breath. We walked in silence for a while, listening to the soft sounds of the horse’s hooves as we walk alongside them. The orchards weren’t as bright right now as they were during the day. The wind would wrap itself against us with its feather-like touch around our necks, trying to sweep us away from our direction but we kept walking. The leaves whispered in our wake, from the nearby trees, rustling against each other. Wondering who was sneaking off at this time of night. The silence of the moonlight gave me a ringing sound in my ears; I felt like I was going to have to stay like that forever, until Kestn finally spoke, “do you think what were doing id the right thing? I mean something that we won’t regret later? Because I don’t think were that prepared for what’s coming our way” I took a while to let his words sink in… what were we really doing? Running away from our homes in the middle of the night? Could this be the right thing to do? I replied in slow, soft meaningless words that didn’t seem to comfort anybody, “I guess well have to find out”. I was getting tired of walking so much and by now we were almost leaving the orchards, I could see the soft glisten of the candles of the village that was ahead of us, the mud colored houses had an eerie look to it at night, with the occasional glow of the candles. Kestn, the horses and I made our way through the village slowly, often seeing bright colored eyes in the alleyways. The cats in this village were praised for there stealthy ways and rich coats of fur. We kept on walking, trying to get through this village that seemed to be getting longer the more we walked, Kestn took a quick glance back and hurriedly looked forward again. “Izabella” he whispered, “Were being followed. Keep calm, don’t look back. Play along with me”. Panic fled through my veins but yet I felt safe with Kestn. He slowly and stealthily put his hand in his pocket and handed me a sharp bladed knife. He took out a more spear-like with strange embodiments on it. He abruptly stopped in his place and grabbed my elbow to stop me. We waited there looking at each other for about a minute when behind me someone lurched out of a large trash bin and grabbed me by the neck. Fear was beating in my heart. But Kestn didn’t move at all he just stood there and stared at the situation. “Hand me your loot, the bearded man said with his deep yet squeaky voice. Surprisingly Kestn just walked forward and the man gave him a warning of hurting me when I started to feel the air leaving my mouth. It was getting really hard to breathe with the robbers fingers clasped over my air pipes. Kestn saw my color become pale and he lowered his knife and it in to his pocked then he raised his arms throwing something very small skinny and sharp at the man. He nearly missed my head but it hit the other mans throat as he fell I fell with him. His hand released from my throat I was finally able to breathe, my heart pumping hard in fright and relieve. Kestn helped me get up. I was violently shaking now my face pearly white. Kestn held me in his arms silently until the shaking decreased, I could feel his heart pounding against my head. He let go and I thanked him, we kept on walking and at last we cleared the village. Now able to speak again I asked Kestn where he was planning to go. “I thought we could stop at a deserted ravine for the night. But first we must find one. I’m getting tired. Who do you think sent that man after us?” He added. “I’m not sure but that frightened me. This isn’t exactly safe. Running away from a castle and going of on a journey all by ourselves. Especially at night” I said with a last breathe. “Don’t worry princess, your not alone, well yet at least.” Laughter and relieve followed this. I remembered who I was with, my lifetime best friend. Meanwhile back at the castle dawn was approaching. . . . . . . . Tenma was knocking on the door to the empty bedroom. “Oh come on darling, you don’t have to leave here just yet. Talk it over with the king.” More frantic knocking came from the door but this time a deeper voice said "Annabella, I order you to come out.” Her father’s voice rang and echoed off the walls of the empty room. Then in a lower voice it said, “We don’t have a choice, break the lock.” There was a loud click and Tenma rushed into the deserted room and made a run for the fluffed up lump of a blanket only to find that nobody was under it. “She’s gone, sir, she’s gone!!!” “What are you talking about?” “Sir, she’s not here, she probably left last night, but how? She’s on the third floor. Oh my poor child, she’s all alone now!” Although the king didn’t exactly love his daughter the way a father should, if he didn’t take immediate action his daughter would be found and held for ransom, or the citizens would think this wasn’t a righteous king. So the king ordered his team of members to inform the villagers of the kingdom would get a 30,000 glone {unit of money used in the kingdom, 1 glone =7 dollars} reward. A frantic search was taking place… Meanwhile… “How much farther do we have to ride?” I asked Kestn in a very whiny voice, as if I was being dragged into doing this. “I told you Izabella, you have to be patient we’ll stop in the next village”, he answered me as if he was talking to a frustrated 4-year-old. “Hand me the map” he added. I bent over the side of my horse, and started rummaging around in one of the pockets of the saddle until I felt parchment. I straightened up and handed the map to Kestn. He took it from me and opened it and used the horses’ neck to support it. He looked up and saw that I was staring at him because he had a weary look in his hazel eyes which glowed green in the warm sun. “What’s the matter?” I asked. But he didn’t answer. He just looked ahead, as if in deep concentration. Moments went on in silence as I stared quizzically stared ahead. Finally a sigh from Kestn broke the silence. “There’s a problem” he said heavily. I looked at him with innocent eyes wondering what I’ve done. “Annabella, I think the villages might be informed, to look for you.” He finished. “Why would you think that?” I asked sweetly. “Well, incase your daydreams haven’t also made you blind, look around, your picture is hung up everywhere. We’re going to have to go around the village this may take the whole night” He finished. “Oh, fine” I said sheepishly while my upper cheeks began to turn into a rosy pink. So that’s what we did, we rode the horses as silently as possible around the village in the warm late summer night. It took much longer than I anticipated but I did not complain and neither did Kestn. I longed for the protection of a roof over my head and having a lantern blazing warmly on my studying desk and writing. But I would rather be taking this trip with Kestn any day than having to marry that worthless stupid prince as my husband. Chapter 3 A sharp pain hit my elbow. “Oh just 10 more minutes Tenma.” I mumbled. “Well honey its getting late, and you know your going to be late for your studies.” Said a mimicked voice. I quickly sat up and looked around not to find myself lying on my warm comfortable mattress but on the cold, rough dirt floor. Looking around a little more, through the entrance of the dome-like cave I saw Kestn on his horse with a small bag over his shoulder, sniggering. I fell back on my backside hard and closed my eyes. I thought the events of the past few days were a dream. I heard a shuffle as Kestn came down from the horse and stood near where my hands laid spread out. “Kestn?” “Annabella” he replied. “I’m hungry.” “Really now, Annabella? You didn’t to seem have realized it but you’re a heavy sleep walker. And if I wasn’t standing guard outside you would have fallen off into the gorge below us. Oh, and I forgot to mention, I was wondering how much food could a girl fill in her stomach without realizing she’s finished our whole food supply that was supposed to last us for another week?” My tummy grumbled and we both fell to the ground laughing, week-kneed and breathless. “But Kestn I’m hungry” I said when I finally caught my breath after several painful minutes. “Well since you finished all that was left, I decided to go and look for something. I found more than I bargained for Izabella. I found some scarlet berries on a rather big thorny bush.” “You know Kestn I can pick berries, too, it’s a common talent” I said. “Its what I found when I reached in rather deep, a hard stone wall, ever seen one behind a poison berry bush?” he finished exaggerated as I threw the berries to the ground that I was slowly taking to my mouth. “So what’s so special about a stone wall?” I said as I got up again and clapped my hands together to remove the dust. “well its more the rough wooden door more than the stone wall. Do you know what that means?” He finished. “That we can find a beaver with really strong teeth that doesn’t like the water?” I grimaced. “Now really, Annabella, think. You can’t be this slow. Somebody must know that no one would go picking poison berries, so that would be a good place to hide something. You know what that thing is?” he said with more anticipation than before. He smiled as understanding slowly dawned on my face. “Are you sure its here Kestn?” I asked minutes later as we walked together to the place he found the berries. “The last time I’m going to say it I Annabella, it’s underneath a steep cliff and believe me you’ll notice it once were there. And so I did. I was bewildered. There was a brown muddy cliff with rocks that came out occasionally out of it, and it slowly turned into smooth gray rock. And a little below the rock was a magnificent bush of bright red berries each round with a minuscule yellow dot on them hung on stems of truest dark green. It looked like Christmas. Then I noticed the gleaming thorns each about one and a half inches glowing in a rusty golden color. It looked like nature gone wild. It went in pretty deep and I sat down in the dust in front of the bush, trying to breathe in the sight in front of me. Kestn just stood there knowing what I was trying to do and leaned against the wall next to me. I was analyzing the sight, and at the same time felt like I was being analyzed, and as I looked to the left I saw Kestn with a hard concentrating look on his face that made me slightly blush as he revealed a small smile in return. I went back to concentrating on the bush. I closed my pale gray oval eyes, and moved the slightly curled black hair out of my snow white skin and let it drop onto my back. I breathed in deeply taking in my surroundings. The surroundings which started slowly to fade. And I felt my spirit leave my body back on the ground and it took a glance at Kestn still standing there with one foot set against the rock behind him, and then at myself breathing slightly through my small nose. I looked forward and went towards the bush, with out the thorns harming me I pushed them away and Kestn noticed as he let out a small gasp of awe. They moved out of my way making rustling noises at the most faint touch of my fingers. The door emerged. It was made of rough wood bark. I went forward and slightly touched it but it didn’t open. I gave it an encouraging push but with no result. I concentrated harder, my mind set, and gave a forceful nudge but nothing happened. I realized this would take more than command. I centered my energy and mind equally on the door and heard a little crack as I felt my energy and power seep through my skin and leaving me helpless…….. “Annabella! Anna! Are you alright? Get up, you did it! The door has opened, get up” I heard Kestn’s voice ringing rather far away. When I didn’t answer, I heard some faint mumblings from his mouth in a language I didn’t recognize as I was slowly lifted from the comfortable darkness into the dazzling sunlight and to find myself half sitting up in his arms. I looked up and saw his eyes glowing in enjoyment. So I got up and weakly looked towards the rose bush, the amulet hadn’t come out; I was completely drained of energy just with the opening of the door. I got up with Kestn’s help and brushed the dust off myself. Together we walked through the door that was only four feet high and 2 feet wide. It was a tight cram with both of us in the 4 by 3 room. I looked around but nothing was here. Kestn tried moving around a bit because he came in after me and he accidentally shut the door with his back turned to it. He stopped shuffling, and we both listened and a horrible feeling quenched my insides; we were moving, I fell to the ground while Kestn just stood as if nothing was going on. And just as suddenly as it started the movement stopped. I grabbed Kestn’s arm tightly, as I used it for support to stand back up digging my fingernails in with fright. I gained my balance, and just as I did a gaping hole appeared in the middle, making Kestn and I lean as hard as possible against the walls. I just stood there paralyzed by the suddenness of the changes while Kestn bravely stopped leaning against the dirt walls and peered into the hole. “It’s a tube. It looks like a slide, are you ready?” “Huh? What are you talking about? What do you mean?” I gasped out, in one breath. “Oh Annabella you know what I mean. For this.” And with out another word he just jumped in to the gaping hole, leaving me, and then as if his stupid act gave me strength, without hesitation I followed. ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ At the same time, back at the castle training grounds stood captain Kruner, Looking down at his cadets, with cold black lifeless eyes that gleamed hungrily. He abruptly barked out in a harsh violent voice. “You know what to do, You have a mission to find the princess before anyone else does. You report to me and only to me. ” He paused to lick his vein lined lips. Then continued “You will be separated into comand groups, each of you assigned with a different location, you bring the princess back alive, as for her companion either way would make no difference. You will be in disguise, no one is to know of your true identities, understood?!!" "Sir, yes Sir" answered the crowd of 300 men. "Dissmissed!", shouted captain Kruner, as he walked out of the training grounds. There, waiting at the door that leads to the castle grounds was King Garthus the first, mearly nodding as Captain Kruner came up to him to give details on the plans. They ajourned to the banquet hall, met there by Prince Garthus the second. There they sat at a smaller table and started discussing the matters of Princess Isabella. "She's not alone, we know that for sure" started Captain Kruner. "How can you be so sure of that?" Rebudled Prince Garthus. "Well two horses were taken out of the stables, and the thieves in disguise i sent said she was seen with a male at the time of the attack, but the other one didn't come back alive, it seems Princess Annabaella has a guard with her." "Is that a good thing?" "It depends on the strength and willingness of the two." "Well we know that they're not going to be willing to come back here" said King Garthus, speaking for the first time, "They specifacally ran away because of the fact that we were going to give Annabella away, I shouldn't have been so thoughtless as to tell Isabella right then, this marriage is crucial so that the Kingdom of Harmony could keep care of our grounds as we try to overthrow the Kingdom of Tranquility. Our plans will have to be postponed." All three men got up and were heading to the exits when a little girl came in, looking red in the face as she handed the King a telegram, and scurried back out. The king looked down at the envelope in his hand, his old yet handsome features screwed up in a scowl. He slowly put his rough hands to the corner of the envelope and started opening it, as he did a round coin fell to the floor. The King didn't mind the coin at first, he just read the letter that was written in an elegant handwriting, It said : Greetings to the current king, I have sent this message so you will have been informed that Prinicess Annabella is being taken care of. You should not be worried or care for her whereabouits. It will be considered wise if you don't send anyone after her, for i garuntee you they will not be returning. This journey is one that should be embarked on without outside help. Let it happen, you won't be able to stop it. -S.H.K. {P.S. I think you will remember the uses of the coin.} The King let out a heavy sigh, but not one of defeat, he picked the coin up and closely examined it. It was as big as the palm of a toddlers hand, a rustic gold color with a picture of a diamond in the middle. Two circles were around it, and in between them were strange symbols, a kind of writing in an unrecognized language. The king silently put both into his pockets and proceeded down the steps leading from the exit. The other two followed, without asking questions. "Send the soldiers out by evening" King Garthus told Captain Kruner in a heavy voice. Chapter 4 I was sliding down a narrow tube, smooth cold stone under me, and the dark figure of Kestn ahead of me. I felt blank as i heard Kestn land with a thump and soon after him was me on the gronud. I stood up and noticed that the ground was the same cold stone of the tube. Looking around, I saw that the walls were high and rough, i couldn't see the cieling though. There were three passage ways out of the hall, I looked uncertainly up at Kestn who was observing our surroundings. He silently gestured to the three passages and and said in a hollow voice "Your choice?" I moved forward toward the one nearest me, the left one. Kestn was following me and as I was about to step through it, he pulled me back, and kicked some rocks into it. After a couple seconds we heard the rocks land. "Well, that went well. You choose next." I said. Kestn went towards the one in the middle and walked in, i followed hesitantly. It seemed as if he knew what he was doing. "Keep quiet Annabella." And so i did, everything was pitch black, I had no idea how Kestn could see where he was going. "Kestn..." I said in a whisper, he quickly hushed me. I could feel him turn around and face me. He came close enough for me to hear his light, quick breathing. I felt my stomach tighten. He took his hands up to my face and put his fingers over my eyes and brushing my cheek as he turned around once again. That was strange because whatever kestn did, now i could see clearly but in a dark turqoise light. There were tall pillars of a lighter turqoise on eiher sides, walls weren't visible. This seemed to stretch on for quite a bit. So we silenltly continued down our path. Kestn was ahead of me, and after several minutes of walking, he slowed down a bit as we saw the end, It was a wall. A blank wall. But in the center chained to it was a figure of a girl around my age, with her face down and her hair covering it. Her dress was tattered. I stood back, but Kestn moved forward and whispered breathlessly "Ilana". Kestn moved closer still, in arms reach of her. I've never seen this side of Kestn before. There was so much i didn't know about him, and i started to get uncomfortable. I moved a little bit to the side for a better view, Kestn was reaching his hand up to her face, Ilana did he say? His fingers rested on her slupmed chin and he rasied it. I could see a sallaw face, dark clear skin, and her wavy auburn hair seemed to fall to her waist. Kestn was giving her a hard gaze, I dont know if the turqoise shade of everything was deceiving my sight or if his eyes glowed for a moment, but abruptly the chains let go and she fell forward on to him. Kestn caught her and gently let her down to the ground. He looked to the corner in which i have slowly backed away to, and said "Come here Annabella, she needs help.", in a deeper voice than was usually his. I slowly started walking towards them and kneeled at his side. He was holding both of her hands in his. I tied my hair back as some of it fell onto my face, and opened my bag to take out a round container with water in it. Kestn helped her sit down, even though she was unconcious. I brought the water up to her mouth and i slowly tipped some in, she swallowed and started stirring as i backed away. She let out a barley audiable gasp and sat up. Her eyes surprised me. They were dark green with yellow encrusted in it. She was enchanting. She looked around at me and Kestn, and putting one of her slender arms on Kestn's shoulder and started to stand. I quickly went to her aid, and helped her up. She stood and I looked up at her, because she was slightly taller than me she was lookindg down. I handed her some more water and she drank, Kestn watching us. He started walking towards the exit and I stayed back to help the girl. So slowly we half limped towards were we came in, as we reached our original entrance we came back into the gray room and my sight came back to normal. Ilana sat down on the edge of the tube. I looked questioningly at Kestn. He simply stated " She can help us, she's a friend." I have full trust in Kestn so I accepted it. We waited around for a couple of minutes while nothing happened. I kept my distance from Ilana. She sighed, looked up at me, and back to Kestn as she said "Who is she?" I was utterly bewildered. Her voice was like a sorrowful ballad, but i couldn't understand what she said. She was'nt speaking in English. "You speak her tongue, too?" She added, as i hestantly looked at Kestn. He replied in the same language, "I needed her to get to you, she isn't useless, she opened the door. Her name is Annabella and she will be joining us on our journey." "Kes...Kestn?" I said hestantly as i saw a look of forboding on Ilana's face. I didn't exactly like her yet, I agree she was intimidating. "Annabella, this is Ilana, you too should be properly introduced. We will be looking for the amulets together." he said. I walked up to Ilana and shook her hand as she kept her dark golden look on me. It was all very awkward. She seemed weak and tired, but i sensed an aura of determined strength around her. She got up and walked towards Kestn, and said in that starnge yet familiar language to Kestn, "Good choice if she's the one that got the door opened. I can feel her power, it's hidden in her emotions. The amulet is this way." She said as she headed towards the last passage. Kestn translated by saying "The amulet is through there. She'll get it herself, just wait here with me." It was the first time me and Kestn were alone since i've met Ilana. A million questions were running through my mind but i couldn't catch any of them. So I just burst out "Kestn what's happening? Who is she? What language is that? How do you know whats going on?!" He came towards me, looked me in my eyes and said in one breath "She's an old friend and she can help us find the amulets, she's not from around here. You can trust her" I didn't know what was going on. I guess I felt hurt that i didn't know about these things, and taken aback with this sudden presense of Ilana. While waiting for her to come back, Kestn explained that the middle passage way was a trap for others seeking the amulets, and Ilana got caught up when she fell for it. About an hour later Ilana came back holding something covered in a dark cloth, and as she came into the hall we were in, she sat in the middle of the foor, and pulled out from an inner pocket another cloth. I came closer, and as she opened the dark cloth a glowing came and when She pulled the cloth completely off, out came another amulet. But not white like the one i had tied around my neck. This one was a deep blue. It looked as if you were looking into the depth of the ocean. Then Ilana unraveled the other lumpy cloth and an amulet of rich brown appeared, and the glowing increased as they were set next to eachother. Ilana told Kestn something, and then Kestn told me to bring my amulet out. I was uncomfortable with revieling it so I didn't take it off. I just let it hang around my neck and as it faintly glowed Ilana stood up and came close to me and held it in her hands, her mistyfing eyes wide. "The white amulet. The amulet of guidance. How did she get it! This one looks for the owner, it can't be found by anyone." She breathed over her shoulder at Kestn. "May it be better she learn what it does and it's powers by herself." Kestn answered. I still didn't understand the graceful way they would talk to eachother, and by this point it was getting exagerating. Interuppting my thoughts, Kestn said, "Well there's four left then." This fact struck me as odd, already three were with us.How hard could it be to find the rest? We were going to find out. Chapter 5

Has anyone coped with D.I.D? If so how did you get through it, and get well? My therapist suspects that I have D.I.D. It is a little overwhelming to even think about. It's very difficult to accept, and I find myself grabbing at any hint that it's not true. My last session was frightening because I kept seeing my shoes as high top baby shoes then my own shoes would be there, then the baby shoes. Back and forth, I was so confused. I kept hearing, "If your going to act like an animal, you'll be treated like an animal!", and I was under an old fashioned kitchen sink with a curtain over the bottom of it. I was backed up against the back wall. I could look down and see that I was wearing a short sleeved shirt, bib overhalls with snaps down the bottom and around the diaper area, and high top white baby shoes. A woman's shoed foot kept trying to kick me, and I was scared and angry. Finally my therapist helped me go to a safe place in my mind. A stream with grass and a big tree that I could climb and hid and feel safe, slowly I was able to be me again.

Would you help make this better? Keyhole I am locked away The windows bared and blocked I hear the gentle breeze outside it ever more tries to hide the sound of howling hounds I am locked away? aren’t I? The devil-dogs are growing near but I am safe within my sphere I am hid away safe until the end of days I am sound and safe I am locked away… The world will find a death its own I can stay in my walled home and if they ever try to pry me from my refuge I will die I will die outside! The world is such a scary place I think I will stay locked away for should I dare to run their race I would forever be misplaced from comfort and security I can’t believe you’d ask this of me for I wish to ever stay in my doll-house all locked away Do you ever feel this way….?

Roommate acting really weird!!? so i'm a university student and i originally had 4 roommates however 3 of them have returned home for the summer, and its only myself and another guy living there. Now this guy has always been a little out of it, he's not able to hold a "normal" conversation, doesn't have any friends, has strange mannerisms, and tells the creepiest stories of things he's done in his past. We were friends and i told him if he ever needed anything he could come to me and he did several times telling me about his past and what his psychiatrist has been telling him he might have. Anyways, this past week he's been really edgy and doing weird things like taking the lock off the front door and trying to fix it with a butcher knife meanwhile having dry blood all over his chin. When i saw him doing this i asked what he was doing and he started yelling piss off piss off. An hour later he left the house and i went in the kitchen to find a note stuck to my cupboard with red jam saying "you dont get to control me anymore." I immediately got really freaked out and left the house and have been staying with a friend since, however i returned yesterday to see if he had cooled down and i found a whole bunch of stuff thrown in the kitchen and living room and a poster with my name on it taken off the wall and hid in a corner, so i once again had to leave because i did not feel comfortable. Finally i was on facebook yesterday and he deleted me as a friend. I don't know whats going on with him and i dont feel safe returning back to the house, I'm lost and i'm running out of options, if someone has any suggestions as what to do i should really appreciate it ....

Exerpt from my story (No name for it yet)(: Rate? And/or tell me your opinion? I'm 13. Pleasee(: haha thanks this isn't the begining just an "exerpt" Here is a run down of the characters. Cerina-Main character girl who hides mostly from the world Aiden-A boy that cerina's mom is "fostering" that is cerina'e age Danni-Cerina's crazy [ex]boyfriend *********************************************************** I got a knot in my stomach and I felt like throwing up. What was I going to do? I could feel my legs shaking, daring to collapse at any moment. The doorbell rang again. I know he wasn’t going away. Suck it up, Cerina. Just-just…. Then suddenly I felt a warm hand touch my back and I knew who is was because of the tingly feeling I felt in my fingertips-Aiden. “I don‘t want to answer it.” I said without turning around. “It’s okay, I’m here for you. Promise.” and with that everything felt, okay. It was like a wave of relief crashed into me and every nerve of my being felt relaxed. If only for a moment. With him I felt-safe. I couldn’t help it, by impulse I spun around and buried my face into his shirt. I wrapped my arms around his waist and closed my eyes. He draped his arms on my shoulders and pulled me into him then kissed the top of my head. “Its okay” he whispered into my hair and let go of me. He walked toward the door and opened it. I hid behind a wall and listened. “Hi Danni!” Aiden said with more expression than needed. I smiled to myself. “Is Cerina home?” Danni implored. “Uhm, yeah! But she‘s asleep” “Wake her up” Bluntly spat. “No she‘s been sick, please, she‘ll call you later.” “Adon, Aiden or whatever your name is I know she‘s here.” “Yes? I never said she wasn‘t. But I won‘t wake her up. Okay? She deserves to sleep.” “Oh, shut up. Quit your babbling….” My phone started ringing, I looked down….shit. Ah! Yes! Of course! I threw my phone on the floor and ran into the nearest bathroom. I shut and locked the door leaving the light off. Please let Aiden do something quick. I could hear my phone stop ringing and then I heard……….. “Why would her phone be right here?” “Oh, dear. She must have dropped it out of her pocket.” He was such a good liar it sickened me. “Can I just see her?” “No, I‘m sorry she went to sleep saying ‘I don’t feel good if anyone like Lexie stops by tell them I’m out.’” I sucked in my breath. The door handle jiggled… “Why‘s the door locked?” “Oh, the toilet’s been acting up, so Jill locked it.” Clever. I knew Danni well enough to be able to tell if he was buying it. “Okay” Danni breathed. Yup. Buying it. “I think you should go.” With that I heard the door slam and then a knock on the bathroom door. “Cerina.” Aiden said at the door. And that was all I needed, I jumped up and opened the door. He was smiling a triumphant smile. I didn’t wait. I ran into him and put my arms around his neck and kissed him. I mean really kissed him. He put his hands on my back and pulled me closer into him. “You did it!” I smiled. “I guess I did?” He said then kissed me again. You know, I liked kissing Aiden, he tasted so good. No matter what he always tasted like lemonade and sugar. Kissing Danni was gross. He, like, spit in my mouth and it was just plain nasty. *******************************************************

what do u guys think/? A Rock.. feels no pain It is a winter’s day I look everywhere a place I could store my pain Pain that never dies I gaze at the drops of water gingerly touching my windows I am alone- Pain tries to empathise and I have built walls around Feelings do not reach me nor does the pain. I am safe- I have heard the word and it is love It is the love that I disdain and the laughter that haunts within Sleeps within me I will never disturb the feelings that have died. I am a rock- And I feel no pain It can see my lamp unlighted I am safe I hide in my room In my own loneliness shielded I am a rock a rock feels no pain.

If the World was so Safe before Bush took Office,How do you Explain this List??????? American Victims of Mideast Terrorist Attacks -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The following is a listing of incidents in which Americans are known to have been killed by Middle East-based terrorists. The list will be updated as more information becomes available. The exact number of American casualties is difficult to calculate because of incomplete news reports regarding numbers and nationalities of those injured. The toll from the September 11, 2001, attack on the World Trade Center is also uncertain, but current figures place the number of dead above 3,000. The number of dead at the Pentagon and on the hijacked airliners numbered approximately 385. Since Yasser Arafat "renounced" violence in the Oslo Peace Accords on September 13, 1993, at least 53 Americans have been murdered and at least another 83 Americans have been injured by Palestinian terrorism. Excluding the September 11 attacks, approximately 700 Americans have been killed and 1,600 wounded in terrorist attacks since 1970. This list also includes injured Americans since Oslo 1993. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- February 23, 1970, Halhoul, West Bank. Palestinian Liberation Organization terrorists open fire on a busload of pilgrims killing Barbara Ertle of Michigan and wounding two other Americans. March 28-29, 1970, Beirut, Lebanon. The Popular Front for the Liberation of Palestine (PFLP) fired seven rockets at the U.S. Embassy, the American Insurance Company, Bank of America and the John F. Kennedy library. September 14, 1970, En route to Amman, Jordan. The PFLP hijacked a TWA flight from Zurich, Switzerland and forced it to land in Amman. Four American citizens were injured. May 30, 1972, Ben Gurion Airport, Israel. Three members of the Japanese Red Army, acting on the PFLP's bbehalf, carried out a machine-gun and grenade attack at Israel's main airport, killing 26 and wounding 78 people. Many of the casualties were American citizens, mostly from Puerto Rico. September 5, 1972, Munich, Germany. During the Olympic Games in Munich, Black September, a front for Fatah, took hostage 11 members of the Israeli Olympic team. Nine athletes were killed including weightlifter David Berger, an American-Israeli from Cleveland, Ohio. March 2, 1973, Khartoum, Sudan. Cleo A. Noel, Jr., U.S. ambassador to Sudan, and George C. Moore, also a U.S. diplomat, were held hostage and then killed by terrorists at the U.S. Embassy in Khartoum. It seems likely that Fatah was responsible for the attack. September 8, 1974, Athens, Greece. TWA Flight 841, flying from Tel Aviv to New York, made a scheduled stop in Athens. Shortly after takeoff, it crashed into the Ionian Sea and all 88 passengers were killed, including 32-year-old Steven R. Lowe, husband Jeremiah Michel and wife, Kathrine Hadley Michel of Poughkeepsie, NY, Frederick and Margaret Hare of Bernardsville, NJ, Ralph H. Bosh of Madison, CT, Seldon and Etan Bard of Tuckahoe, NY, Dr. and Mrs. Frederick Stohlman of Newton, MA, Don H. Holiday of Mahwah, NJ, and Jon L. Chesire of Old Lyme, Ct; all of which were Almerican citizens. An investigation of the crash conclusively established that it was caused by explosives set in the rear cargo department of the plane. June 29, 1975, Beirut, Lebanon. The PFLP kidnapped the U.S. military attaché to Lebanon, Ernest Morgan, and demanded food, clothing and building materials for indigent residents living near Beirut harbor. The American diplomat was released after an anonymous benefactor provided food to the neighborhood. November 14, 1975, Jerusalem, Israel. Lola Nunberg, 53, of New York, was injured during a bombing attack in downtown Jerusalem. Fatah claimed responsibility for the bombing, which killed six people and wounded 38. November 21, 1975, Ramat Hamagshimim, Israel. Michael Nadler, an American-Israeli from Miami Beach, Florida, was killed when axe-wielding terrorists from the Democrat Front for the Liberation of Palestine, a PLO faction, attacked students in the Golan Heights. August 11, 1976, Istanbul, Turkey. The PFLP launched an attack on the terminal of Israel's major airline, El Al, at the Istanbul airport. Four civilians, including Harold Rosenthal of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, were killed and 20 injured. January 1, 1977, Beirut, Lebanon. Frances E. Meloy, U.S. ambassador to Lebanon, and Robert O.Waring, the U.S. economic counselor, were kidnapped by PFLP members as they crossed a militia checkpoint separating the Christian from the Muslim parts of Beirut. They were later shot to death. March 11, 1978, Tel Aviv, Israel. Gail Rubin, niece of U.S. Senator Abraham Ribicoff, was among 38 people shot to death by PLO terrorists on an Israeli beach. June 2, 1978, Jerusalem, Israel. Richard Fishman, a medical student from Maryland, was among six killed in a PLO bus bombing in Jerusalem. Chava Sprecher, another American citizen from Seattle, Washington, was injured. May 4, 1979, Tiberias, Israel. Haim Mark and his wife, Haya, of New Haven, Connecticut were injured in a PLO bombing attack in northern Israel. November 4, 1979, Teheran, Iran. After President Carter agreed to admit the Shah of Iran into the U.S., Iranian radicals seized the U.S. Embassy in Tehran and took 66 American diplomats hostage. Thirteen hostages were soon freed, but the remaining 53 were held until their release on January 20, 1981. May 2, 1980, Hebron, West Bank. Eli Haze'ev, an American-Israeli from Alexandria, Virginia, was killed in a PLO attack on Jewish worshippers walking home from a synagogue in Hebron. July 19, 1982, Beirut, Lebanon. Hizballah members kidnapped David Dodge, acting president of the American University in Beirut. After a year in captivity, Dodge was released. Rifat Assad, head of Syrian Intelligence, helped in the negotiation with the terrorists. August 19, 1982, Paris, France. Two American citizens, Anne Van Zanten and Grace Cutler, were killed when the PLO bombed a Jewish restaurant in Paris. March 16, 1983, Beirut, Lebanon. Five American Marines were wounded in a hand grenade attack while on patrol north of Beirut International Airport. The Islamic Jihad and Al-Amal, a Shi'ite militia, claimed responsibility for the attack. April 18, 1983, Beirut, Lebanon. A truck-bomb detonated by a remote control exploded in front of the U.S. Embassy in Beirut, killing 63 employees, including the CIA's Middle East director, and wounding 120. Hizballah, with financial backing from Iran, was responsible for the attack. July 1, 1983, Hebron, Israel. Aharon Gross, 19, an American-Israeli from New York, was stabbed to death by PLO terrorists in the Hebron marketplace. September 29, 1983, Beirut, Lebanon. Two American marines were kidnapped by Amal members. They were released after intervention by a Lebanese army officer. October 23, 1983, Beirut, Lebanon. A truck loaded with a bomb crashed into the lobby of the U.S. Marines headquarters in Beirut, killing 241 soldiers and wounding 81. The attack was carried out by Hizballah with the help of Syrian intelligence and financed by Iran. December 19, 1983, Jerusalem, Israel. Serena Sussman, a 60-year-old tourist from Anderson, South Carolina, died from injuries from the PLO bombing of a bus in Jerusalem 13 days earlier. January 18, 1984, Beirut, Lebanon. Malcolm Kerr, a Lebanese born American who was president of the American University of Beirut, was killed by two gunmen outside his office. Hizballah said the assassination was part of the organization's plan to "drive all Americans out from Lebanon." March 7, 1984, Beirut, Lebanon. Hizballah members kidnapped Jeremy Levin, Beirut bureau chief of Cable News Network (CNN). Levin managed to escape and reach Syrian army barracks. He was later transferred to American hands. March 8, 1984, Beirut, Lebanon. Three Hizballah members kidnapped Reverend Benjamin T. Weir, while he was walking with his wife in Beirut's Manara neighborhood. Weir was released after 16 months of captivity with Syrian and Iranian assistance. March 16, 1984, Beirut, Lebanon. Hizballah kidnapped William Buckley, a political officer at the U.S. Embassy in Beirut. Buckley was supposed to be exchanged for prisoners. However when the transaction failed to take place, he was reportedly transported to Iran. Although his body was never found, the U.S. administration declared the American diplomat dead. April 12, 1984, Torrejon, Spain. Hizballah bombed a restaurant near an U.S. Air Force base in Torrejon, Spain, wounding 83 people. September 20, 1984, Beirut, Lebanon. A suicide bomb attack on the U.S. Embassy in East Beirut killed 23 people and injured 21. The American and British ambassadors were slightly injured in the attack, attributed to the Iranian backed Hizballah group. September 20, 1984, Aukar, Lebanon. Islamic Jihad detonate a van full of explosives 30 feet in front of the U.S. Embassy annex severely damaging the building, killing two U.S. servicemen and seven Lebanese employees, as well as 5 to 15 non-employees. Twenty Americans were injured, including U.S. Ambassador Reginald Bartholomew and visiting British Ambassador David Miers. An estimated 40 to 50 Lebanese were hurt. The attack came in response to the U.S. veto September 6 of a U.N. Security Council resolution. December 4, 1984, Tehran, Iran. Hizballah terrorists hijacked a Kuwait Airlines plane en route from Dubai, United Emirates, to Karachi, Pakistan. They demanded the release from Kuwaiti jails of members of Da'Wa, a group of Shiite extremists serving sentences for attacks on French and American targets on Kuwaiti territory. The terrorists forced the pilot to fly to Tehran where the terrorists murdered two passengers--American Agency for International Development employees, Charles Hegna and William Stanford. Although an Iranian special unit ended the incident by storming the plane and arresting the terrorists, the Iranian government might also have been involved in the hijacking. June 14, 1985, Between Athens and Rome. Two Hizballah members hijacked a TWA flight en route to Rome from Athens and forced the pilot to fly to Beirut. The terrorists, believed to belong to Hizballah, asked for the release of members of the group Kuwait 17 and 700 Shi'ite prisoners held in Israeli and South Lebanese prisons. The eight crewmembers and 145 passengers were held for 17 days during which one of the hostages, Robert Stethem, a U.S. Navy diver, was murdered. After being flown twice to Algiers, the aircraft returned to Beirut and the hostages were released. Later on, four Hizballah members were secretly indicted. One of them, the Hizballah senior officer Imad Mughniyah, was indicted in absentia. October 7, 1985, Between Alexandria, Egypt and Haifa, Israel. A four-member PFLP squad took over the Italian cruise ship Achille Lauro, as it was sailing from Alexandria, Egypt, to Israel. The squad murdered a disabled U.S. citizen, Leon Klinghoffer, by throwing him in the ocean. The rest of the passengers were held hostage for two days and later released after the terrorists turned themselves in to Egyptian authorities in return for safe passage. But U.S. Navy fighters intercepted the Egyptian aircraft flying the terrorists to Tunis and forced it to land at the NATO airbase in Italy, where the terrorists were arrested. Two of the terrorists were tried in Italy and sentenced to prison. The Italian authorities however let the two others escape on diplomatic passports. Abu Abbas, who masterminded the hijacking, was later convicted to life imprisonment in absentia. December 27, 1985, Rome, Italy. Four terrorists from Abu Nidal's organization attacked El Al offices at the Leonardo di Vinci Airport in Rome. Thirteen people, including five Americans, were killed and 74 wounded, among them two Americans. The terrorists had come from Damascus and were supported by the Syrian regime. March 30, 1986, Athens, Greece. A bomb exploded on a TWA flight from Rome as it approached Athens airport. The attack killed four U.S. citizens who were sucked through a hole made by the blast, although the plane safely landed. The bombing was attributed to the Fatah Special Operations Group's intelligence and security apparatus, headed by Abdullah Abd al-Hamid Labib, alias Colonel Hawari. April 5, 1986, West Berlin, Germany. An explosion at the "La Belle" nightclub in Berlin, frequented by American soldiers, killed three--2 U.S. soldiers and a Turkish woman-and wounded 191 including 41 U.S. soldiers. Given evidence of Libyan involvement, the U.S. Air Force made a retaliatory attack against Libyan targets on April 17. Libya refused to hand over to Germany five suspects believed to be there. Others, however, were tried including Yassir Shraidi and Musbah Eter, arrested in Rome in August 1997 and extradited; and also Ali Chanaa, his wife, Verena Chanaa, and her sister, Andrea Haeusler. Shraidi, accused of masterminding the attack, was sentenced to 14 years in jail. The Libyan diplomat Musbah Eter and Ali Chanaa were both sentenced to 12 years in jail. Verena Chanaa was sentenced to 14 years in prison. Andrea Haeusler was acquitted. September 5, 1986, Karachi, Pakistan. Abu Nidal members hijacked a Pan Am flight leaving Karachi, Pakistan bound for Frankfurt, Germany and New York with 379 passengers, including 89 Americans. The terrorists forced the plane to land in Larnaca, Cyprus, where they demanded the release of two Palestinians and a Briton jailed for the murder of three Israelis there in 1985. The terrorists killed 22 of the passengers, including two American citizens and wounded many others. They were caught and indicted by a Washington grand jury in 1991. September 9, 1986, Beirut, Lebanon. Continuing its anti-American attacks, Hizballah kidnapped Frank Reed, director of the American University in Beirut, whom they accused of being "a CIA agent." He was released 44 months later. September 12, 1986, Beirut, Lebanon. Hizballah kidnapped Joseph Cicippio, the acting comptroller at the American University in Beirut. Cicippio was released five years later on December 1991. October 15, 1986, Jerusalem, Israel. Gali Klein, an American citizen, was killed in a grenade attack by Fatah at the Western Wall in Jerusalem. October 21, 1986, Beirut, Lebanon. Hizballah kidnapped Edward A. Tracy, an American citizen in Beirut. He was released five years later, on August 1991. February 17, 1988, Ras-Al-Ein Tyre, Lebanon. Col. William Higgins, the American chief of the United Nations Truce Supervisory Organization, was abducted by Hizballah while driving from Tyre to Nakura. The hostages demanded the withdrawal of Israeli forces from Lebanon and the release of all Palestinian and Lebanese held prisoners in Israel. The U.S. government refused to answer the request. Hizballah later claimed they killed Higgins. December 21, 1988, Lockerbie, Scotland. Pan Am Flight 103 departing from Frankfurt to New York was blown up in midair, killing all 259 passengers and another 11 people on the ground in Scotland. Two Libyan agents were found responsible for planting a sophisticated suitcase bomb onboard the plane. On 14 November 1991, arrest warrants were issued for Al-Amin Khalifa Fahima and Abdel Baset Ali Mohamed al-Megrahi. After Libya refused to extradite the suspects to stand trial, the United Nations leveled sanctions against the country in April 1992, including the freezing of Libyan assets abroad. In 1999, Libyan leader Muammar Gadhafi agreed to hand over the two suspects, but only if their trial was held in a neutral country and presided over by a Scottish judge. With the help of Saudi Arabia's King Fahd and Crown Prince Abdullah, Al-Megrahi and Fahima were finally extradited and tried in Camp Zeist in the Netherlands. Megrahi was found guilty and jailed for life, while Fahima was acquitted due to a "lack of evidence" of his involvement. After the extradition, UN sanctions against Libya were automatically lifted. January 27, 1989, Istanbul and Ankara, Turkey. Three simultaneous bombings were carried out against U.S. business targets--the Turkish American Businessmen Association and the Economic Development Foundation in Istanbul, and the Metal Employees Union in Ankara. The Dev Sol (Revolutionary Left) was held responsible for the attacks. March 6, 1989, Cairo, Egypt. Two explosive devices were safely removed from the grounds of the American and British Cultural centers in Cairo. Three organizations were believed to be responsible for the attack: The January 15 organization, which had sent a letter bomb to the Israeli ambassador to London in January; the Egyptian Revolutionary Organization that from out 1984-1986 carried out attacks against U.S. and Israeli targets; and the Nasserite Organization, which had attacked British and American targets in 1988. June 12, 1989, Bosphorus Straits, Turkey. A bomb exploded aboard an unoccupied boat used by U.S. consular staff. The explosion caused extensive damage but no casualties. An organization previously unknown, the Warriors of the June 16th Movement, claimed responsibility for the attack. October 11, 1989, Izmir, Turkey. An explosive charge went off outside a U.S. military PX. Dev Sol was held responsible for the attack. February 7, 1991, Incirlik Air Base, Turkey. Dev Sol members shot and killed a U.S. civilian contractor as he was getting into his car at the Incirlik Air Base in Adana, Turkey. February 28, 1991, Izmir, Turkey. Two Dev Sol gunmen shot and wounded a U.S. Air Force officer as he entered his residence in Izmir. March 28, 1991, Jubial, Saudi Arabia. Three U.S. marines were shot at and injured by an unknown terrorist while driving near Camp Three, Jubial. No organization claimed responsibility for the attack. October 28, 1991, Ankara, Turkey. Victor Marwick, an American soldier serving at the Turkish-American base, Tuslog, was killed and his wife wounded in a car bomb attack. The Turkish Islamic Jihad claimed responsibility for the attack. October 28, 1991, Istanbul, Turkey. Two car bombings killed a U.S. Air Force sergeant and severely wounded an Egyptian diplomat in Istanbul. Turkish Islamic Jihad claimed responsibility. November 8, 1991, Beirut, Lebanon. A 100-kg car bomb destroyed the administration building of the American University in Beirut, killing one person and wounding at least a dozen. October 12, 1992, Umm Qasr, Iraq. A U.S. soldier serving with the United Nations was stabbed and wounded near the port of Umm Qasr. No organization claimed responsibility for the attack. January 25, 1993, Virginia, United States. A Pakistani gunman opened fire on Central Intelligence Agency (CIA) employees standing outside of the building. Two agents, Frank Darling and Bennett Lansing, were killed and three others wounded. The assailant was never caught and reportedly fled to Pakistan. February 26, 1993, Cairo, Egypt. A bomb exploded inside a café in downtown Cairo killing three. Among the 18 wounded were two U.S. citizens. No one claimed responsibility for the attack. February 26, 1993, New York, United States. A massive van bomb exploded in an underground parking garage below the World Trade Center in New York City, killing six and wounding 1,042. Four Islamist activists were responsible for the attack. Ramzi Ahmed Yousef, the operation's alleged mastermind, escaped but was later arrested in Pakistan and extradited to the United States. Abd al-Hakim Murad, another suspected conspirator, was arrested by local authorities in the Philippines and handed over to the United States. The two, along with two other terrorists, were tried in the U.S. and sentenced to 240 years. April 14, 1993, Kuwait. The Iraqi intelligence service attempted to assassinate former U.S. President George Bush during a visit to Kuwait. In retaliation, the U.S. launched a cruise missile attack two months later on the Iraqi capital, Baghdad. July 5, 1993, Southeast Turkey. In eight separate incidents, the Kurdistan Workers' Party (PKK) kidnapped a total of 19 Western tourists traveling in southeastern Turkey. The hostages, including U.S. citizen Colin Patrick Starger, were released unharmed after spending several weeks in captivity. December 1, 1993, north of Jerusalem, West Bank. Yitzhak Weinstock, 19, whose family came from Los Angeles, CA, was killed in a drive-by shooting. Hamas took responsibility for the attack Sometime in 1994: near Atzmona, Gaza. U.S. citizen Mrs. Sheila Deutsch of Brooklyn, NY injured in a shooting attack. October 9, 1994. Nachshon Wachsman, 19, whose family came from New York, was kidnapped and then murdered by Hamas. October 9, 1994: Jerusalem, Israel. Shooting attack on cafe-goers in Jerusalem. U.S. citizens Scot Doberstein and Eric Goldberg were injured. March 8, 1995, Karachi, Pakistan. Two unidentified gunmen armed with AK-47 assault rifles opened fire on a U.S. Consulate van in Karachi, killing two U.S. diplomats, Jacqueline Keys Van Landingham and Gary C. Durell, and wounding a third, Mark McCloy. April 9, 1995, Kfar Darom and Netzarim, Gaza Strip. Two suicide attacks were carried out within a few hours of each other in Jewish settlements in the Gaza Strip. In the first attack a suicide bomber crashed an explosive-rigged van into an Israeli bus in Netzarim, killing eight including U.S. citizen Alisa Flatow, 20, of West Orange, NJ. More than 30 others were injured. In the second attack, a suicide bomber detonated a car bomb in the midst of a convoy of cars in Kfar Darom, injuring 12. The Palestine Islamic Jihad (PIJ) Shaqaqi Faction claimed responsibility for the attacks. U.S. citizens Chava Levine and Seth Klein were injured. June 15, 1995: Jerusalem, Israel. U.S. citizen Howard Tavens of Cleveland, OH was injured in a stabbing attack. July 4, 1995, Kashmir, India. In Kashmir, a previously unknown militant group, Al-Faran, with suspected links to a Kashmiri separatist group in Pakistan, took hostage six tourists, including two U.S. citizens. They demanded the release of Muslim militants held in Indian prisons. One of the U.S. citizens escaped on July 8, while on August 13 the decapitated body of the Norwegian hostage was found along with a note stating that the other hostages also would be killed if the group's demands were not met. The Indian Government refused. Both Indian and American authorities believe the rest of the hostages were most likely killed in 1996 by their jailers. August 1995, Istanbul, Turkey. A bombing of Istanbul's popular Taksim Square injured two U.S. citizens. This attack was part of a three-year-old attempt by the PKK to drive foreign tourists away from Turkey by striking at tourist sites. August 21, 1995, Jerusalem, Israel. A bus bombing in Jerusalem by the Islamic Resistance Movement (Hamas) killed four, including American Joan Davenny of New Haven, CT, and wounded more than 100. U.S. citizens injured: Chanoch Bleier, Judith Shulewitz, Bernard Batta. September 9, 1995. Ma'ale Michmash. American killed: Unborn child of Mrs. Mara Frey of Chicago. Mara Frey was injured. November 9, 1995, Algiers, Algeria. Islamic extremists set fire to a warehouse belonging to the U.S. Embassy, threatened the Algerian security guard because he was working for the United States, and demanded to know whether any U.S. citizens were present. The Armed Islamic Group (GIA) probably carried out the attacks. The group had threatened to strike other foreign targets and especially U.S. objectives in Algeria, and the attack's style was similar to past GIA operations against foreign facilities. November 13, 1995, Riyadh, Saudi Arabia. A car bomb exploded in the parking lot outside of the Riyadh headquarters of the Office of the Program Manager/Saudi Arabian National Guard, killing seven persons, five of them U.S. citizens, and wounding 42. The blast severely damaged the three-story building, which houses a U.S. military advisory group, and several neighboring office buildings. Three groups -- the Islamic Movement for Change, the Tigers of the Gulf, and the Combatant Partisans of God -- claimed responsibility for the attack. February 25, 1996, Jerusalem, Israel. A suicide bomber blew up a commuter bus in Jerusalem, killing 26, including three U.S. citizens, and injuring 80 others, among them three other U.S. citizens. Hamas claimed responsibility for the bombing. U. S. citizens killed: Sara Duker, of Teaneck, NJ, Matthew Eisenfeld of West Hartford, CT, Ira Weinstein of Bronx, NY. U.S. citizens injured: Beatrice Kramer, Steven Lapides, and Leah Stein Mousa. March 4, 1996, Tel Aviv, Israel. A suicide bomber detonated an explosive device outside the Dizengoff Center, Tel Aviv's largest shopping mall, killing 20 persons and injuring 75 others, including two U.S. citizens. Both Hamas and the Islamic Jihad claimed responsibility for the bombing. U.S. citizens injured included Julie K. Negrin of Seattle, WA. May 13, 1996, Beit-El, West Bank. Arab gunmen opened fire on a hitchhiking stand near Beit El, wounding three Israelis and killing David Boim, 17, an American-Israeli from New York. No one claimed responsibility for the attack, although either the Islamic Jihad or Hamas are suspected. U.S. citizens injured: Moshe Greenbaum, 17. June 9, 1996, outside Zekharya. Yaron Ungar, an American-Israeli, and his Israeli wife were killed in a drive-by shooting near their West Bank home. The PFLP is suspected. June 25, 1996, Dhahran, Saudi Arabia. A fuel truck carrying a bomb exploded outside the U.S. military's Khobar Towers housing facility in Dhahran, killing 19 U.S. military personnel and wounding 515 persons, including 240 U.S. personnel. Several groups claimed responsibility for the attack. In June 2001, a U.S. District Court in Alexandria, Virginia, identified Saudi Hizballah as the party responsible for the attack. The court indicated that the members of the organization, banned from Saudi Arabia, "frequently met and were trained in Lebanon, Syria, or Iran" with Libyan help. August 17, 1996, Mapourdit, Sudan. Sudan People's Liberation Army (SPLA) rebels kidnapped six missionaries in Mapourdit, including a U.S citizen. The SPLA released the hostages on August 28. November 1, 1996, Sudan. A breakaway group of the Sudanese People's Liberation Army (SPLA) kidnapped three workers of the International Committee of the Red Cross (ICRC), including one U.S citizen. The rebels released the hostages on December 9 in exchange for ICRC supplies and a health survey of their camp. December 3, 1996, Paris, France. A bomb exploded aboard a Paris subway train, killing four and injuring 86 persons, including a U.S. citizen. No one claimed responsibility for the attack, but Algerian extremists are suspected. January 2, 1997, Major cities worldwide, United States. A series of letter bombs with Alexandria, Egypt postmarks were discovered at Al-Hayat newspaper bureaus in Washington, DC, New York, London, and Riyadh. Three similar devices, also postmarked in Egypt, were found at a prison facility in Leavenworth, Kansas. Bomb disposal experts defused all the devices, but one detonated at the Al-Hayat newspaper office in London, injuring two security guards and causing minor damage. February 23, 1997, New York, United States. A Palestinian gunman opened fire on tourists at an observation deck atop the Empire State building in New York, killing a Danish national and wounding visitors from the United States, Argentina, Switzerland and France before turning the gun on himself. A handwritten note carried by the gunman claimed this was a punishment attack against the "enemies of Palestine." July 30, 1997, Jerusalem, Israel. Two bombs detonated in Jerusalem's Mahane Yehuda market, killing 15 persons, including a U.S. citizen and wounding 168 others, among them two U.S. citizens. The Izz-el-Din al-Qassam Brigades, Hamas' military wing, claimed responsibility for the attack. U.S. citizens killed: Mrs. Leah Stern of Passaic, NJ. U.S. citizens injured: Dov Dalin. September 4, 1997: Jerusalem, Israel. Bombing on Ben-Yehuda Street, Jerusalem. U.S. citizens killed: Yael Botwin, 14, of Los Angeles and Jerusalem. U.S. citizens injured: Diana Campuzano of New York, Abraham Mendelson of Los Angeles, CA, Greg Salzman of New Jersey, Stuart E. Hersh of Kiryat Arba, Israel, Michael Alzer, Abraham Elias, David Keinan, Daniel Miller of Boca Raton, FL, Noam Rozenman of Jerusalem, Jenny (Yocheved) Rubin of Los Angeles, CA. Hamas claimed responsibility for the attack. October 30, 1997, Sanaa, Yemen. Al-Sha'if tribesmen kidnapped a U.S. businessman near Sanaa. The tribesmen sought the release of two fellow tribesmen who were arrested on smuggling charges and several public works projects they claim the government promised them. The hostage was released on November 27. November 12, 1997, Karachi, Pakistan. Two unidentified gunmen shot to death four U.S. auditors from Union Texas Petroleum and their Pakistani driver as they drove away from the Sheraton Hotel in Karachi. Two groups claimed responsibility -- the Islamic Inqilabi Council, or Islamic Revolutionary Council and the Aimal Secret Committee, also known as the Aimal Khufia Action Committee. November 25, 1997, Aden, Yemen. Yemenite tribesmen kidnapped a U.S citizen, two Italians, and two unspecified Westerners near Aden to protest the eviction of a tribe member from his home. The kidnappers released the five hostages on November 27. February 6, 1998, Jerusalem, Israel. Stabbing in Jerusalem. U.S. Citizen Yosef Lepon, 17 injured. April 19, 1998, Maon, Israel. Dov Driben, a 28-year-old American-Israeli farmer was killed by terrorists near the West Bank town of Maon. One of his assailants, Issa Debavseh, a member of Fatah Tanzim, was killed on November 7, 2001, by the IDF after being on their wanted list for the murder. June 21, 1998, Beirut, Lebanon. Two hand-grenades were thrown at the U.S. Embassy in Beirut. No casualties were reported. June 21, 1998, Beirut, Lebanon. Three rocket-propelled grenades attached to a crude detonator exploded near the U.S. Embassy compound in Beirut, causing no casualties and little damage. August 7, 1998, Nairobi, Kenya. A car bomb exploded at the rear entrance of the U.S. Embassy in Nairobi. The attack killed a total of 292, including 12 U.S. citizens, and injured over 5,000, among them six Americans. The perpetrators belonged to al-Qaida, Usama bin Ladin's network. August 7, 1998, Dar es Sala'am, Tanzania. A car bomb exploded outside the U.S. Embassy in Dar es Sala'am, killing 11 and injuring 86. Osama bin Laden's organization al-Qaida claimed responsibility for the attack. Two suspects were arrested. November 21, 1998, Teheran, Iran. Members of Fedayeen Islam, shouting anti-American slogans and wielding stones and iron rods, attacked a group of American tourists in Tehran. Some of the tourists suffered minor injuries from flying glass. December 28, 1998, Mawdiyah, Yemen. Sixteen tourists--12 Britons, two Americans and two Australians--were taken hostage in the largest kidnapping in Yemen's recent history. The tourists were seized in the Abyan province (some 175 miles south of Sanaa the capital). One Briton and a Yemeni guide escaped, while the rest were taken to city of Mawdiyah. Four hostages were killed when troops closed in and two were wounded, including an American woman. The kidnappers, members of the Islamic Army of Aden-Abyan, an offshoot of Al-Jihad, had demanded the release from jail of their leader, Saleh Haidara al-Atwi. October 31, 1999, Nantucket, Massachusetts, United States. EgyptAir Flight 990 crashed off the U.S. coast killing all 217 people on board, including 100 Americans. Although it is not precisely clear what happened, evidence indicated that an Egyptian pilot crashed the plane for personal or political reasons. November 4, 1999, Athens, Greece. A group protesting President Clinton's visit to Greece hid a gas bomb at an American car dealership in Athens. Two cars were destroyed and several others damaged. Anti-State Action claimed responsibility for the attack, but the November 17 group was also suspected. November 12, 1999, Islamabad, Pakistan. Six rockets were fired at the U.S. Information Services cultural center and United Nations offices in Islamabad, injuring a Pakistani guard. September 29, 2000. near Jerusalem Israel. Attack on motorists. U.S. citizens injured: Avi Herman of Teaneck, NJ, Naomi Herman of Teaneck, NJ. September 29, 2000, Jerusalem, Israel. Attack on taxi passengers. U.S. citizens injured: Tuvia Grossman of Chicago, Todd Pollack of Norfolk, VA, Andrew Feibusch of New York. October 4, 2000, near Bethlehem, West Bank. U.S. citizens injured: An unidentified American tourist. October 5, 2000: near Jerusalem, Israel. Attack on a motorist. U.S. citizens injured: Rabbi Chaim Brovender of Brooklyn. October 8, 2000, Nablus, West Bank. The bullet-ridden body of Rabbi Hillel Lieberman, a U.S. citizen from Brooklyn living in the Jewish settlement of Elon Moreh, was found at the entrance to the West Bank town of Nablus. Lieberman had headed there after hearing that Palestinians had desecrated the religious site, Joseph's Tomb. No organization claimed responsibility for the murder. October 12, 2000, Aden Harbor, Yemen. A suicide squad rammed the warship the U.S.S. Cole with an explosives-laden boat killing 13 American sailors and injuring 33. The attack was likely by Osama bin Ladin's al-Qaida organization. October 30, 2000, Jerusalem, Israel. Gunmen killed Eish Kodesh Gilmor, a 25-year-old American-Israeli on duty as a security guard at the National Insurance Institute in Jerusalem. The "Martyrs of the Al-Aqsa Intifada," a group linked to Fatah, claimed responsibility for the attack. Gilmor's family filed a suit in the U.S. District Court in Washington against the Palestinian Authority, the PLO, Chairman Yasser Arafat and members of Force 17, as being responsible for the attack. December 31, 2000, Ofra, Israel. Rabbi Binyamin Kahane, 34, and his wife, Talia Hertzlich Kahane, both formerly of Brooklyn, NY were killed in a drive-by shooting. Their children, Yehudit Leah Kahane, Bitya Kahane, Tzivya Kahane, Rivka Kahane, and Shlomtsion Kahane, were injured in the attack. March 28, 2001, Neve Yamin. Bombing at bus stop. U.S. citizens injured: Netanel Herskovitz, 15, formerly of Hempstead, NY. May 9, 2001, Tekoa, West Bank. Kobi Mandell, 13, of Silver Spring, MD, an American-Israeli, was found stoned to death along with a friend in a cave near the Jewish settlement of Tekoa. Two organizations, the Islamic Jihad and Hizballah-Palestine, claimed responsibility for the attack. May 29, 2001, Gush Etzion, West Bank. The Fatah Tanzim claimed responsibility for a drive-by shooting of six in the West Bank that killed two American-Israeli citizens, Samuel Berg, and his mother, Sarah Blaustein. U.S. citizens injured: Norman Blaustein of Lawrence, NY. July 19, 2001, Hebron, West Bank. Shooting attack. U.S. citizens injured: An unidentified woman from Brooklyn, NY. August 9, 2001, Jerusalem, Israel. A suicide bombing at Sbarro's, a pizzeria situated in one of the busiest areas of downtown Jerusalem, killed 15 people and wounded more than 90. Hamas claimed responsibility for the attack. U.S. citizens killed: Judith L. Greenbaum, 31, of New Jersey and California, Malka Roth, 15, whose family was from New York. U.S. citizens injured: David Danzig, 21, of Wynnewood, PA, Matthew P. Gordon, 25, of New York, Joanne (Chana) Nachenberg, 31, Sara Shifra Nachenberg, 2. August 18, 2001, Jerusalem, Israel. Shooting at a bus. U.S. citizen injured: Andrew Feibusch of New York. August 27, 2001, near Roglit, Israel. Shooting attack. U.S. citizen injured: Ben Dansker. September 11, 2001, New York, Washington D.C., and Pennsylvania, United States. During a carefully coordinated attack, 19 Islamist extremists hijacked four U.S. jetliners and forced them to crash into the World Trade Center and the Pentagon. In all, 266 people perished in the four planes, and more than 3,000 people were killed on the ground. U.S. investigators determined on the basis of extensive evidence that Usama bin Ladin's al-Qaida group was responsible for the attack. The first plane, American Airlines Flight 11 en route from Boston to Los Angeles, crashed into the World Trade Center's north tower at 8:48 a.m. Eighteen minutes later, United Airlines Flight 175, also headed from Boston to Los Angeles, smashed into the World Trade Center's south tower. At 9:40 a.m. a third airplane, an American Airlines Boeing 757 that left Washington's Dulles International Airport for Los Angeles, crashed into the western part of the Pentagon where 24,000 people worked. The fourth plane, a United Airlines Flight 93 flying from Newark to San Francisco, crashed near Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, most likely before it could hit its target. Hundreds of firefighters, police officers and other rescue workers who arrived in the site after the first plane crash were killed or injured. November 4, 2001, Jerusalem, Israel. Shoshana Ben-Yishai, 16, of Queens, NY was killed in a shooting at a bus station. U.S. citizen injured: Shlomo Kaye. December 2, 2001, Jerusalem, Israel. Bombing on Ben-Yehuda Street, Jerusalem. U.S. citizens injured: Ziv Brill, 17, of West Hempstead, Long Island, NY, Temima Spetner, 19, of St. Louis, MI, Jason Kirshenbaum of New Rochelle, NY, Israel Hirschfield, 18, Joseph Leifer, 29, of Borough Park (Brooklyn), NY. December 18, 2001, shooting on the Jerusalem-Shilo road. U.S. citizens injured: David Rubin, 44, of Brooklyn, NY, Asher "Ruby" Rubin, 3. January 15, 2002, Bethlehem, West Bank. Avraham Boaz, 71, of New York, a dual Israeli-American citizen, was kidnapped at a PA security checkpoint in Beit Jala and murdered. January 18, 2002: Shooting in Hadera. U.S. citizen killed: Aaron Elis, 32, son of Chicago family. January 22, 2002: Shooting in Jerusalem, Israel. U.S. citizen injured: Shayna Gould, 19, of Chicago, IL January 27, 2002, Jerusalem, Israel. A Palestinian woman triggered a massive explosion in downtown Jerusalem killing one elderly Israeli and injuring more than 150, including American Mark Sokolow, his wife, and 16 and 12-year-old daughters. Sokolow had earlier survived the September 11 attack on the World Trade Center, escaping from his law office on the 38th floor of the South Tower before it collapsed. February 8, 2002, Jerusalem, Israel. Stabbing in Abu Tor Peace Forest Jerusalem. U.S. citizen killed: Moranne Amit, 25 February 15, 2002, near Ramallah, West Bank. Lee Akunis was shot to death. February 16, 2002: Bombing in Karnei Shomron. U.S. citizens killed: Keren Shatsky, 14, of Brooklyn, NY and Maine, Rachel Thaler, 16, of Baltimore, MD. U.S. citizens injured: Lior Thaler, 14, of Baltimore, MD, Hillel Trattner of Chicago, IL, Ronit Yucht Trattner of Chicago, IL, Chani Friedman of New York. February 19, 2002: Shooting near Neve Dekalim. U.S. citizens injured: Moshe Saperstein of New York. February 25, 2002, Jerusalem, Israel. Moran Amit, 25, was stabbed to death in Abu Tor Peace Forest in Jerusalem. March 7, 2002, Eshel Hashomron Hotel, Ariel, Israel. A Christian tourist from Arkansas lost her right eye in an attack by a suicide bomber. March 21, 2002, Jerusalem, Israel. Bombing on a Jerusalem street. U.S. citizens injured: Alan Joseph Bauer, 37, of Chicago, Yonathon Bauer, 7 (dual U.S.-Israeli citizenship). March 24, 2002, Ofra, Israel. Shooting near Ofra. U.S. citizens killed: Esther Kleinman, 23, formerly of Chicago, IL. March 27, 2002, Netanya, Israel. U.S. citizen Hannah Rogen, 90, was killed in a suicide attack at a Passover Seder. March 31, 2002, Efrat, Israel. Bombing in Efrat. U.S. citizens injured: An unidentified American citizen. June 18, 2002, Jerusalem, Israel. Moshe Gottlieb, 70, of Los Angeles, CA was killed in a bus bombing in Jerusalem. June 19, 2002, Jerusalem, Israel. Gila Sara Kessler, 19, whose family came from New York, was killed in a bombing at a bus stop. July 31, 2002, Hebrew University, Jerusalem, Israel. Nine people were killed when a bomb exploded in the main cafeteria at the Hebrew University's Mount Scopus campus in Jerusalem. Five were U.S. citizens: Janis Ruth Coulter, 36, of MA; Marla Bennet, 24, of San Diego, CA; David Gritz (also a French citizen), 24, of Peru, MA; Benjamin Blutstein, 25, of Susquehanna Township, PA; and Dina Carter, 37, of NC. Israelis David Ladovsky, 29, and Levina Shapira, 53 also died in the bombing. U.S. citizens injured: Spencer Dew, 26, of Owensboro, Kentucky; Zeev Spencer; Harris Gershon; Jamie Harris. Hamas claimed responsibility for the attack. March 5, 2003: Bus bombing in Haifa. U.S. citizens killed: Abigail Leitel, 14, who was born in Lebanon, New Hampshire. March 7, 2003: Shooting in the victims’ home. U.S. citizens killed: Rabbi Eli Horowitz, 52, who grew up in Chicago; Dina Horowitz, 50, who grew up in Florida April 30, 2003: Bombing at a Tel Aviv pub. U.S. citizens injured: Jack Baxter, 50, of New York City. June 11, 2003: Bus bombing in Jerusalem. U.S. citizens killed: Alan Beer, 47, who grew up in Cleveland. U.S. citizens injured: Sarri Singer, 27, daughter of New Jersey State Senator Robert Singer. June 20, 2003: Shooting attack on a car driving through the West Bank. U.S. citizens killed: Tzvi Goldstein, 47, who grew up in New York; U.S. citizens injured: Eugene Goldstein, Tzvi’s father, of Long Island, New York; Lorraine Goldstein, Tzvi’s mother, of Long Island, New York; Michal Goldstein, Tzvi’s wife, who grew up in New York. August 19, 2003: Homicide bombing on a bus in Jerusalem. U.S. citizens killed: Goldie Taubenfeld, 43, of New Square, New York; Shmuel Taubenfeld, 3 months, of New Square, New York; Mordechai Reinitz, 49; Yitzhak Reinitz, 9. Tehilla Nathanson, 3, of Monsey, New York; U.S. citizens injured: Mendel Reinitz, 11. September 9, 2003: Homicide bombing at a cafe in Jerusalem. David Applebaum, 51, and his daughter Nava, 20, originally of Cleveland were killed. October 15, 2003: Bombing of American convoy in the Gaza Strip: John Branchizio, 37, Mark Parson, 31, and John Martin Linde, 30, were on contract to the U.S. embassy in Tel Aviv through the defense contracting company Dyncorp.U.S. citizens injured: One as-yet-unnamed U.S. citizen (reportedly a diplomat). September 24, 2004: Mortar strike on a housing community: Tiferet Tratner, 24, (dual U.S.-Israeli citizenship). April 17, 2006: Homicide bombing at the Rosh Ha'ir restaurant in Tel Aviv: Daniel Wultz, 16, of Weston, Florida, died one month after receiving his wounds in this bombing. Compiled by Caroline Taillandier, a research assistant at the GLORIA center and student at Tel Aviv University, Dr. Mitchell Bard, and Alden Oreck, Avi Hein, and Elihai Braun, research assistants at the American-Israeli Cooperative Enterprise, and Paul Teller, Deputy Director, House Republican Study Committee. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sources: Chronology on Terrorist Incidents 1961-2001, State Department; "Patterns of Terrorism" reports 1995-2000; State Department Institute for Counter-Terrorism Database; Interdisciplinary Center, Herzliya; Peacewatch, The Washington Institute for New East Policy; AIPAC; Ha'aretz, Republican Study Committee

I had a werd dream can u interpret? ok here it goes: I was like 10 years olf ( in the dream ) and me and about 4 friends were white glowing angels. And we were hiding behind a rock staring at a building. then i saw these like 6foot tall snails in like a diner. so then someone said something and we dressed ourselves up as snails. and went to the top floor to a hidden room. in the room there was a safe. and then we opened it and it sucked me in to like a toontown type thing gas station and some building. then some weird looking creature came behidn me and knocked me out. then i found myself strapped to a wall in a 30foot by 10foot box with a wall coming towards me. and on my right was Luke Sywalker and on my left was the gold robot from start wars. then about 5 feet before i was "dead" my arms came loose and i went outside thge window. and then i woke up. and no i am not on DRUGS!!!!!.ok when this was about 5 years ago and i keep having it over and over for some weird reason

Read my story-blurb-thing? Please? I wrote this just now. It's kinda weird. I was going for a cheesy, creepy, b-movie thriller kind of thing. For now anyway. Yeah. Um. Like it? Olive wasn’t safe in her hiding place under the stairs. She was so unsafe, in fact, that the mutants decided to taunt her about it. They hopped heavily up and down the stairs: their hairy, warty feet crashed in unison against the worn wooden steps. Some laughed gleefully. Others snarled hungrily. Olive whimpered a little. Fitz, the hero, hung from the ceiling light, a bare bulb 30 feet above, which might have worked once and whose base was a small plastic circle that was no doubt cutting into his fingers. He pulled himself up, as if he were doing a chin-up at the gym, then released at once. The weight of his body pulled the light from its ceiling base, exposing the electric cord as he plummeted downward. “Argh!” he moaned when his quick drop ended suddenly. He let go, despite that he was still ten feet from the ground. He rolled as he hit. His fingers were bloody. The mutants, in their celebration, didn’t notice him until he ran toward the stairs. He grabbed Olive by the arm and ran. She stumbled and fell down the porch steps. “My ankle, Fitz!” The mutants were upon them now. He tried to beat them off with a plank, but one nibbled at Olive’s hurt ankle before he could pull her away and throw her over his shoulder. He tried to run, but the mutants were freakishly fast. Just when all was lost, Fitz’s buddy what’s-his-face drove up in an old pickup truck. “Get in!” he cried, and they drove away, safe from the freaks…for now. Em arched her back and pressed her shoulders against the wall. She inhaled deeply, yawned, and slouched again. Then she leaned far forward and pressed the STOP button on the video player. Fitz, Olive, what’s-his-face, and the trailing mutants disappeared from the screen. I was trying to write it from Em's perspective as she was watching the movie. Describing what she'd notice. Judging characters as she did. Dunno. Bump.

Older cat new to my home, but hes hiding, what do i do? ok, so i get this 8 year old male declawed cat from a guy in town. the cat has had many homes before, i am assuming he has a good kitten hood, but at the age of 3, he was in the SPCA for a bit and then adopted by this really nice guy. the guy kept him for 5 years and couldnt have him no more, his gf is allergic ( the guy is 67). now the kitty came to me last night and now is in hiding UNDER my tub. Now its a tub in a wall.... shower tub combo i guess and he crawled through the hole in the wall and is now hiding under the tub, where we cant see him or touch him. He just wants to be left alone. he can move, so hes not stuck that i know of, and he dont really like my neighbors dog, but at least he came almost all the way out for the dog. How long can my kitty stay in there? is it safe to take a shower? i mean, will the water splashing scare him? maybe it will scare him out, i dunno.. i even put catnip and wet food there, kittie not interested.... any help please? i only dealt with kittens

Where is the safest place to hide during a tornado in my townhouse with no basement? Due to a very recent scare during a torando warning, I really want to have a plan for my kids and I if a tornado would occur. We live in a townhouse with no basement, the room towards the back on the lowest level of the house is a laundry room with a door and the furnace, the room to the front on the lowest level is our entrance and foyer with obvioulsy the front door. On the left side of the house is another townhouse, and the right is our garage also connected to another townhouse. The garage has a window in the back and the garage door to the front. The only other space in the lowest level is an inside closet away from the wall of the garage, and this closet is under our steps. My only concern with this closet is that the hot water heater sits in the front. Could it explode or burn us etc? The water heater is to the front and the closet is deep enough that 4-5 people could fit in it. Thanks alot for the answers ahead of time, as I am deathly afraid of storms and want to protect my kids.

can you read my story? She sat there silently looking amongst the others all in their large white suits that draped down to their ankles and disguised their true figure and identity. Their hands wore long white tight gloves that protected them from anything they may have touched. There faces where hidden and you could just see their eyes from behind the large silver protective masks that allowed them to gasp for air. The masks where connected to large silver tanks of oxygen that where on the backs of everyone on the bus the thing that allowed them to breathe, to stay alive. She closed her eyes and remembered the days when she could go outside and breathe in the air of the earth, the days were she could wear anything, go anywhere and not have to worry about dying, the life when she had the freedom to do whatever she pleased. Its merely a memory to her in a world were life is everything. She continued to sit their silently just like everybody else until the bus turned into the bus depot of her school she could see her friend Tasha waiting. When are they going to find a cure? Said Tasha. “I don’t know” she said “its been three months its resistant to everything they tried” ,her voice sounding rather muddled as it came out through her mask. “They don’t know what to do“. “I cant stand it anymore, I cant stand living like this Tasha continued”. “I no Tasha neither can I but its what’s best for all of us“. The bell rang “All students to the vacuum compartment, that’s all students to the vacuum compartment, 3rd floor“. We better hurry, said Tasha they both made their way to the 3rd floor were the whole school who were all dressed in the same suits and face masks were lined up. “ Please enter youngest first” the feminine voice over the PA announced. Students entered the vacuum compartment in year order until the room was full to maximum capacity and Mr raven then closed the large white door. He opened a large silver box that was embedded onto the wall and from what they could see the box contained a large red button labelled RADIATE. “All students please hold onto the rails on the left hand side of your row” Mr raven pressed the red button and then the floor began to vibrate. Why do the have to do this? Asked Tasha. “Dad says it kills the virus and pollution just in case its in the school and we have to go in this room so we don’t get radiated. “I no but…” Tasha stopped. The vibration stopped. The voice over the PA made another announcement “ All students please exit the vacuum room in an orderly fashion and make your way to form period”. “Come on” Tasha said and they made their way to form period through the now sterilised air. Everything in the school was now safe. They breathed in the air. Enjoyed the moment. Relaxed. When they entered form Mr Newton was already their he looked rather nervous. Tense. he is mormally happy and energetic. “Sit down everybody” he said in a strong masculine voice. The class took their seats. Mr Newton continued as you know every morning every school in America is radiated to stop the existence of the deadly 2030 bovine flu, and everyday you have to wear this uniform to ensure you are safe. I have been asked to warn you that in Europe the swine flu of 2010 has returned and has mutated , like the bovine flu. Europe is now fighting both flu’s and has predicted that the vaccum comaprment radiator is not strong enough to kill both flu’s”. This means that if the mutated swine flu comes into america and mixes with the bovine flu , which is more than likely school will be closed” The class tried to hide their smile, but some students loved the fact. ‘But sir? Tasha asked if school is unsafe then everywhere else would be to would it? HOW CAN I MAKE IT LONGER what should i write next? do you think its good? would i get good marks in enlgish? xx thanks oh and plz dont copy:)

How afraid should we be? Ok, so for 3 months we've been feeding and getting to "know" a stray cat/kitten (approx 6-7 mos old). We've been trying to coax it inside as various neighboring children have been throwing glass and other harmful things at it - and because we love cats and can give it a nice and safe home, vet care, etc. Tonite, it came into our home to eat - and so, we shut the door behind it. And it went berzerk! Not trying to attack us, but I think it is scared enough that if we hadn't have given it some space, it might have lashed out purely from fear. It's hiding now between the wall and the refrigerator. I put it's food and water and a litter box in the kitchen and we're now shut up in a bedroom and about to hit the hay. We are giggly, but kinda like, "What now???" The idea was for it to run and hide in another bedroom, but that obviously didn't happen. Are we safe in our own home? LOL Will we be able to safely move around the apartment tomorrow? Any tips for relaxing the cat? Well, our initial reaction was to let it back outside, but it won't come out from behind the fridge. It's never been an inside cat anywhere - it's been a stray since birth, that much I know for sure. I'd like to give it a couple of days inside to see if it calms down any - and it being feral, it could hide behind the fridge for a LONG time. I feel bad for the poor thing, so afraid like that.

can you translate this japanese sentence(s)? you dont have to translate them all, but just a few.... please translate in ENGLISH, please, i cant read japanese.... for example "my name is john" ---> "ore no namae wa john desu" 1 - i dont wanna talk to traitors 2 - i dont feel like talking to cowards 3 - i dont talk to fools 4 - if i collect 10 coupons, is the discount rate 50%? 5 - my child ran away from home, and im not sure what to do 6 - we're not sure of the exact date when the war will be over 7 - astronomy, biology, physics, anatomy, ecology, and geology 8 - algebra, geometry, trigonometry, and calculus 9 - why are you hiding between those walls? 10 - is it evil to steal from rich people to help the poor? 11 - would you consider this product safe? 12 - sword, spear, bow & arrow, axe, catapult, cannon, and 13 - stomach, chest, armpit, neck, knee, elbow, ankle, and body 14 - face, ears, eyes, nose, mouth, hair, and head 15 - toe, finger, fingernail, toenail, thumb, and knuckle 16 - mustache and beard 17 - fireman, nurse, janitor, driver, taxi driver, and contruction worker 18 - the color brown 19 - clock, and watch 20 - map, portrait, art, drawing, and direction 21 - calender 22 - law, economy, politics, government, country, state, and capital 23 - democracy, republic, and communism 24 - war, negotiation, truce, battle, victory, defeat, loss, and retaliation 25 - building, infrastructure, house, city, town, local, and street

please interpret my dream..? Okay so my dream: a Japanese girl and I were sitting on the floor of an empty green house meditating while (my boyfriend) "bill" was our instructor I guess teaching us how to fight with swords. He gets the Japanese girl to stand up as an example and slices her head off and it falls right beside me. He pointed the sword at my throat. His parents ran out there and he leaves before they see him. They ask who killed the girl and, since its their son, I say I don't know but I have a feeling whoever it is will kill me too. So they make me stay with them and get "bill" to "protect" me.. We walk to the end of their hall then his mom opens a hidden door of which I had thought was a wall and we walk up 5 flights of spiral stairs. We come to a room that is pretty much a house but its just "one guess bedroom" by the way the stairs and rooms aren't really there in real life. She told me that the first room wasn't good enough for me and we walked through another one similar to the first & she says again that it isn't good enough. 3rdly we come to this room she calls the round room and every last thing in the room is round. She says its her favorite and wants me to stay there, she promises I'll be safe. She leaves and I notice I have a pantry in my room full of spaghetti o's (probably because they're in the round room) and there is hidden stairs in my pantry going to the bottom floor. I hear a knock on my door and I turn around, defensively. "bill" smiles and comes up and hugs me. He asks how I am and kisses my forehead and told me to remember he still had to kill me later. Terrified, I put my things up while he left. I walked downstairs and sat on their couch across the room from him. An old western was on TV for some reason. "Bill" comes and sits beside me and puts his arm around me. His niece comes and puts her new laptop in my lap, showing me a slideshow of old pictures of me and "bill" and me and her and all three of us. I start crying and insist going upstairs. "bill" says "I love you" I tell him I love him too. I walk in my pantry and this is where it gets strange:: See I had this same dream two nights back to back. (about 3 years back I had a dream I was walking down a flight of stairs and a strange man grabbed my throat and smashed my head against a mirror. This was before I met my boyfriend) Night one continued with: I turned to walk back downstairs and I felt a hand wrap around my throat and shove me against a mirror that shattered behind me. He put a pocket knife up to my throat and sliced my throat, and he stabbed me in the heart. A second time the dream ended with: He grabbed my throat and shoved me up against the mirror that shattered. I struggled to say "I meant it when I said I love you downstairs." and he eased his grip on my throat and put his head down. He started crying and I told him it was okay that I forgave him and he kissed me and said you're all I have.. Please don't leave. What does this mean?

how to get rid of mice without killing them? My sister noticed mouse droppings in her cupboard and she thought maybe they were old droppings, so she cleaned it up. but a few days later she noticed the dropping were back. she doesn't want to kill the mice she just wants them gone. she has never seen the mice. and she has 2 cats and they have never killed one. i think they are hiding in the wall behind the cupboards. is there a way to get rid of them with out killing them? or is there a humane way to kill them? keep in mind she has a 3 year old daughter and 2 cats. so what ever you suggest has to be safe to be around kids and pets. thanks for all the great answers, but does any one know where my sister can go to buy this stuff? T.J. i hope when you die it's in a horrible accident where your neck gets snapped! see how you like it! it's all good as long as the idiot is dead!

Would someone explain these for me please? and what's the meaning too,., ? thank you so much in advance!! ^___^ have a nice day!! ^___^ King Henry V (III:i, 1-8) Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead. In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of ward blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tigers; Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood, Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage; I am a Rock As performed by Simon and Garfunkel A winter's day In a deep and dark December; I am alone, Gazing from my window to the streets below On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow. I am a rock. I am an island I've built walls, A fortress deep and mighty That none may penetrate. I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain. I am a rock I am an island. Don't talk of love But I've heard the words before; It's sleeping in my memory. I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died. I am a rock I am an island. I have my books And my poetry to protect me. I am shielded in my armor. Hiding in my room. safe within my womb, I touch no one and no one touched me. I am a rock. I am an island. And a rock feels no pain; And an island never cries. Have a nice day!! Thanks so much in advance!! ^___^ ooops,, sorry about that, that was *war "but when the blast of war blows in our ears"

A dream or reality? For the sake of a night Don’t try to tempt me to the darkness of the night. For I know the evil that lurks deep within its shadows. It tries to take you against your will with pain and suffering. For I have suffered that pain when the night belonged to me. Don’t tempt me with a soft glow of light. For I know the light is only a decoy to make me come to you. You hide your power so well, so I begin to believe I’m safe. For your power I have felt each time the light goes out. Don’t temp me with sweet music and wine For I know the music I hear, is the screaming of my body Like a child who’s just began to play a violin, like a screaming cat For I know what it is to hear my screams in the night, yet unnoticed The night has its moments, its darkness, and its horrors As I turn on the lights to feel safe within my walls Blocking out the shadows of the linger, blocking out the pain But as soon as I turn off the lights, they return full of vengeance As a child I should feel safe within my bed But I could hear the footsteps walk to my head A grasp and a fright deep in the night I was helpless to fight my horror I cried for help, I screamed for the light, yet no ear could hear me, When morning dawns another day, my pillow wet from my tears My body aching from the forces of the night, my eyes reach the morning Yet no one heard me, they said, but I knew what happened in my bed No one heard my cry, my screams, my suffering No one wanted to hear, they were protecting themselves from any pain. All God’s children should be safe in their beds, for night is the time When God will protect us from harm, from hurt and from evil within So God, when you hear a child in the night scream for help Send your guiding hand to take away the fear and put the devil in his place. For I was not protected by your helping hand Maybe I was a bad child and needed punishing for my sins But as you asked your suffering little children to come to you Take them to your breast and comfort them, as you should have done me. Peter Houghton 17/04/05 Slippermango, and the other, may be you should get your mummy to read it out loud for you, it is obvious you have no idea how to read. Have a nice day Dark alex. Personally I don’t need my mother to read it to me as I am the author and the child. I understand when you say not to criticize those who give there honest opinion, but there comes a time when an answer is so ridicules that a comment other than I gave was not worth the effort. These people have no clue as to what is real and what is pretend. I guess seeing they know so much about wet dreams, they must have had some there selves and paedophiles (Which incidentally is the correct way of spelling it). You can not imagine the pain and the suffering they can cause, not only in childhood, but in adult life as well. If you read carefully you would understand that I pleaded to God to take suffering children to his breast, Which he states, “suffer little children come unto me” and protect them from harm. that has nothing to do with a metaphor or any sexual inclination, it is a statement for any child to be protected from harm. The last 2 verses claimed from the bible and the w Gentleman. The theme was not great, you have not suffered like many have, the theme is fantastic, you just need to open your mind a little to the real world.

Would you keep your teen home from school if...? there were written threats being found in the school? It started about a month ago. Things found on the bathroom wall in the boys room. Then found the same threats on the girls bathroom wall. Yesterday there was a note found. The only info given out is that the threats say 73 kids will die. Handwriting analists determined all the writing was from the same individual. The school went into lockdown yesterday, the kids were dismissed and the school searched. Today the kids were made to enter through 1 door with police and detectives everywhere (kids not searched on entry??). I don't want my daughter to go to school, but how long do you keep them home? You never really know it's safe, but now I am really nervous. We live in a smaller quiet town and you never really think it will happen here...and here we go. I can't hide her out forever, but I can't in good concience send her to school with this going on. I feel paranoid and ridiculous. Thank you everyone for confirming what I believed to be the best action to take. She has 2 1/2 weeks left of school so hopefully they will catch the kid who is doing this. Until then we will take it day by day. She is an honor roll student and will do fine working from home the next few weeks if that is what we need to do. I can't believe this is the way our kids have to live. I can't even imagine living in a school district or town/city where things like this are common. Thank you again. Dee I am sorry I put it under "homeschool" I meant to get it to a parenting /school section. Well she's home...and another "incident" today. We are going to have a meeting but no matter how safe they say things are I am keeping her home. I would say half of the kids are not in school.

Am I good writer? Would you want to read more of this story? (Prologue) THE CHASE The city lights are blinding. The loud drones of angry drivers and nightclub music fill my head and in the distance, I hear sirens. As I walk, I gag at the smell of car fumes mixed with the vinegar air coming from the local chippy. Waves of people push past me on the street, seemingly without a destination, but I know that he is still after me. The air is hot and misty with cigarette smoke and warmth flooding from the restaurants on either side of me. Sweat trickles down my forehead and I hear my heart thumping in my ears. I quickly turn my head to catch a glimpse of the shady figure under a distant street lamp. My heart jolts and I start to run. I steal another look, but this time he is lost in the sea of pedestrians. As I face onward once more, I gasp as I realize that the bustling crowd has stopped as the light turns red. My breath is coming in short quick gasps as I turn again to find the elusive shadow. A small whimper escapes me as I see him in the midst of the crowd - much closer than I thought. In a blind panic, I push through the tide of people. My eyes flicker this way and that, looking for a safe place to hide and then I see the dark opening of a corner alleyway across the road. As I dash across the busy expressway, the cars screech to a halt and I hear enraged drivers yelling abuse after me. But I don’t look back at them, I just keep running. I race across the last lane, but break as two brilliant white lights come charging towards me. For a split second, all the air is pushed out of me and I am slammed into the ground. My head smacks against the concrete road and my blood splatters across my face. Intense pain floods into every limb: I feel like I’m on fire. I pause for a moment in shock, listening to the clink of the car door as the driver steps out. I try to pick myself up, but the pain is too unbearable –like a white hot poker has been jammed into my side. I have to get up; I can’t let him catch me. Before she can reach me I stagger to my feet and attempt to run again. I hear her muffled voice as she calls after me and the monstrous anger of horns from traffic behind her. My head throbs and my vision is hazy. All I see are smeared city lights and the alluring calmness of the alley entrance. The alley is dark and still. The cool night breeze is soothing to my aching face. As I slow down to catch my breath, a lone plastic shopping bag flutters toward me. The moonlight reflects itself off the murky puddles and the smell of rotting garbage fills the air. Licking my dry lips I taste the blood gushing from my nose. I wipe my face with the back of my jacket sleeve, leaving a large scarlet stain. But I don’t care about my jacket anymore, because I know I’m running for my life. I close my eyes trying to picture his face; my only memory of him is a tall, dark figure always one step behind me, always watching me... I shudder at the thought. It is too risky to stay still, so I carry on walking. I strain my eyes to see past the gloom for an exit. The only sounds now are my footsteps echoing off the never ending brick walls, and the wind as it whooshes down my path. Graffiti is scribbled on each side – curse words and haunting faces warning me away. It somehow makes me more uneasy, as if I were trespassing. I now had second thoughts about the alley being a safe place to hide… I flinch backwards. There is a sudden movement in the shadows; a stray cat scurries across from behind a refuse bin and into its den. I sigh with relief and see my breath fog before me. I try telling myself to calm down; but still I cannot shake the feeling he has followed me here. I peer round the den, and see two luminous yellow eyes glaring back at me, telling me I shouldn’t be here. I keep on walking. The ominous midnight shadows bear down on me like giants. I hear the pitter-patter as it begins to rain - and footsteps, but not my own. I stand still. The butterflies in my stomach turn to hornets. I slowly twist my head around, but see nothing but darkness behind me. I think I hear the faint sound of breathing… or is my mind playing tricks on me? Feeling sick, I begin to run. The rain pours down harder. I hear the distant patter as my stalker chases after me. Numb with fear, I start to sprint, faster and faster into the dark gloom of the alley, the rain slapping pitilessly against my face. But I run to a dead end. As I fight against the padlock on the metal gate, I hear the soft footsteps of the Assassin. I dare to peek over my shoulder, and see the shady man looming out of the darkness, and the deadly silver twinkle of his gun. Panic stricken, I fight harder against the padlock, but I already know it's over. My heart hammers rapidly in my ears. I try to scream but no sound escapes my sore throat. I clutch onto the wire of the gate carving slices on my palm, hoping against hope that someone will rescue me. He steps closer; I tremble as I feel his hot, steamy breath on the back of my "hot, steamy breath on the back of my neck..." PS: Do you think the main character is a boy or a girl?

Is it book quality? Would you read it? Hello My name is Taylor and I am 18 and was wondering if you would read my story and tell me if you think it is book worthy! And if you would read a book that started with this?Oh yes it does have paragraphs it was pasted and wouldnt show them sorry! Please and Thank you for your time- It was as if I was watching pieces of my soul hit the window, each thud leaving a permanent scar on my heart. Feeling my heart disintegrate watching I focus on something else, the room. Eyes still full of tears and the fact that my head was filled with mixed thoughts made it almost impossible to concentrate. Wait I was on the floor the cold hard... wet floor, why was the floor wet? Feeling around on the ground, ouch I had cut my hand on a broken glass that apparently was full of water hmm must have knocked it over. Turning back to the window I looked up and down and realized this was a floor to ceiling window. Not sure if I could stand up I put a little pressure on the window to help. My legs were a little shaky but it was okay. Glancing down I noticed that I was wearing my night clothes. How odd. There wasn't enough light coming through the storm in fact the entire night sky was black except when a few stars shone through out the room to see where I was. Glancing out the window again I looked down and to my surprise it looked like I was miles above ground in reality it was probably only forty-five to fifty feet. There... There... There are only two floors in my house this can't be my house. Wait why was I crying, why do I feel so empty, where am I at? Breathe, inhale exhale, in through the nose out through the mouth I have to focus and be on guard. Not being able to really see I took two steps to the left and gently felt the floor to make sure there wasn't any glass before I got on all fours. I figured crawling would be the safest way to move around in my condition. Slowly moving farther to the left staying close to the wall which was oddly soft I his another wall or what I thought to be a wall. When all of the sudden a large object landed on my already cut hand. Yelping quietly to myself I tried to focus on something other then the pain, what dad hit me? Feeling it carefully I knew this object. It was a book, why was a book on a wall? Then it clicked and I looked up and saw this book shelf that stretched to what I assumed was the ceiling. Bewildered I continued to crawl leaving the book behind. After hitting a chair, then later a desk, and crawling for what seemed like days I went to put my hand forward but the floor was soft and...Unstable! Pushing the floor down a couple inches it hit something hard. I felt around on the hard floor and felt what seemed like a chain and, and a knob a door knob. This must be some sort of secret trap. I've got to get to that knob. Pushing the soft floor made it move, what kind of soft floor moves, carpet, no... no a RUG, a rug moves! Feeling around the rug I push it to the right until I could touch the reach down and touch the knob. In fear I looked around still incapable of seeing, I gently twisted the knob, pushed, and held on until it hung down. I found it I found the exit. There was a dim light underneath me in what looked like the end of a hallway. Moving quickly I put my ear down towards the hallway as if I were expecting to hear voices. Maybe this is a dream, or an abandoned house, or a joke my friends are playing. That's right I have friends, I wonder if they know where I am. Listening again it was dead silent except for the rapid thuds on the window. Maybe it's not the safest idea but I need to get down and the chain seems securely in place and I am not that heavy. If it doesn't reach all the way down it can't be too far of a drop. I could feel the pounding of my heart all over my body and adrenaline kicked in. Letting myself down was more difficult than I had imagined seeing as my arm strength ranged from zero to none. I reached the end of the shorter than I wished chain and my palms were wet with sweat causing me to fall with a thud. Immediately standing up and pushing myself up against the wall allowed me to calm down to an extent. Looking left, right, and left again as if I were about to cross a street it became obvious I was in a hallway, a very dim lit one at that. There were two doors on each side of the hallway and one at the end of the hallway to the right but I couldn't see anything to the right. It all looked vaguely familiar. Sliding to the left I had reached a door, but passed by to the next one and listened carefully for any noise but there wasn't a sound. I gently turned the knob and slightly opened the door peeking my head around as if I were some sort of top secret agent. My heart sink it was as if I was expecting some glorious room but form what I could see with such little night sky coming in was an almost barren room. The floor was soft it was like stepping on a cloud. Shutting myself in I glanced around and on the wall under the window was a bed. This wasn't a usual bed something was different it had a beautiful dust ruffle that resembled a silky dress. No blankets, that's strange, and then it hit me like a wave. I could barely keep my eyes open. So I grabbed the smallest pillow on the bed, hoping no one would notice it being gone if they were to look in, lifted up the dust ruffle and scooted my body under the bed. Before putting the ruffle down I took one last look at the room if it could even be called a room. Aside from the bed all that was there was a white dresser by the door and an open closet door revealing a dark empty space and a full length mirror. Staring at the face looking back at me I noticed something; I have a blood spot on my left cheek. I tried to move but my body was too drained to move. Lying there immobilized all I could do was think, Thinking how can I sleep when I don't even know where I am, how I got here, heck I don't even know my own name! My eyes eventually gave up and I drifted into a deep slumber. *It felt as if I had slept for centuries and when I woke up I looked around and listened but it was still and quiet. After getting out from underneath the bed I looked out the window saw the sun creeping around behind the grey shifting clouds. Still feeling groggy I sat down on the bed not a single noise, that's new my bed always creaks. Resting my hands in my lap I looked down and saw my cut, ha it was nothing but a mere scratch but it sure hurt when that book hit it. The window, the glass, the book, the trap door, the chain, the hallway, what happened last night? The air had a dense smell to it, the room smelled; I know that smell, where have I smelt that ALICE, that is her perfume. Where is my best friend when I need her? She is always here when I need her! Focus where am I? There aren't any spider webs, layers of dust, or markings of any kind in the room; someone must have recently left or escaped I want to escape from this place as well. Standing up made me feel as my knees were going to buckle but that feeling left as soon as I looked in the mirror and saw the blood spot on my cheek. Looking closer I realized it was as if someone had kissed me with blood as lipstick and it smeared. Looking at the mirror once more I turned away, Needing to get out of the room and wash my face I got the courage to walk to the door, took a deep breathe and turned the handle, opened the door and shut it quietly as not to be heard by anyone listening. Bathroom, I need a bathroom where is the bathroom? Walking with grace I went to the door at the end of the hallway and with out listening opened the door to find a bathroom. What a messy bathroom you could hardly find the toilet let alone the sink, the counter was underneath a plethora of women's products ranging from make-up to a cute pink soap dispenser. The sound of the water running, why am I in a bath tub, that was so weird why did I just see myself in a bathtub with running water flowing down over the sides. After washing my face I washed my hands and right next the soap was a clock that read 12:35 Sunday. It's noon on Sunday that is a start. Stepping back out into the hallway she looked straight and saw windows, floor to ceiling windows. It was as if time stood still except for her nothing in the house moved or made a single noise. No one is home if someone does live here maybe I should take a look around in case there is something that will tell me where I am at or more importantly how I got here. Grumble Grumble Grumble there must be a volcano in my stomach or I am really hungry, maybe I should start with the kitchen. Standing at the end of the hallway past all the doors and the sight I saw was so beautiful but so familiar. Out past the large windows was a lake. Watching the ripples reach the end of the lake made me cry, it was like a deja vu I couldn't see but I could still feel. There was a dock but no boat. The great majestic trees swayed with the wind towards the house. I looked to my right and saw a few couches and a small coffee table. Shifting my eyes to the left I saw stairs. I was upstairs maybe there is someone down stairs I should be careful. Lightly stepping from step to step down the stairs that go straight down I get to the bottom and peer out into, once again, an empty space but there was something different about this kind of empty. It was an empty that wasn't perfectly untouched empty. The down stairs was one room divided into sections, the kitchen which had and empty pizza box on the counter, a living room with couches, a recliner, coffee tables, an open book, floor lamps, a fire place made out of red bricks, carpet that was off-white with a rug in the middle. The RUG, I am still in someone else's house. I ran into the kitchen to grab something to eat out of the refrigerator, that...that...that's me, why am I on the fridge and who on earth am I with. How creepy is this, I wake up in some persons house that I somewhat remember not only that but my picture is on the refrigerator. N'Cole was written across the fridge door in magnet letters, I wonder who N'Cole is. Opening the refrigerator door revealed empty shelves with only two pop cans and string cheese. Well string cheese and pop will have to do; I do like to peel the string cheese. No T.V. how odd every house has a television. Resting my rump sure did feel good, but when I went to put my feet on the table, shame shame mother always told me it wasn't polite, I saw a letter, a letter addressed to YOU. Who was you? Maybe YOU was a him or a her, wait I am a YOU, it couldn't hurt to take a peek. I have always been skilled at the art of snooping, back in the day when I was younger mom and dad would try to hide things from me like a surprise birthday but the surprise was always on them. I remember one time when I was turning sixteen and way caught up in the having to look pretty all the time, they thought it would be funny to throw me a surprise birthday party so I would be unprepared and finally prove to me that my friends don't care what I look like, ha! I showed up in a new outfit, hair done, and looking radiant. I mean if you are going to throw me a party don't discuss it anywhere near me or my house, and be on watch at all times. Sometimes my parents would ask me if I had another set of eyes and hears hidden somewhere, it was always so funny to me. After shortly finishing my snack I shoved my wrapper into my empty pop can wiped my hands on my pants and snatched the letter from the table and held it in my hands for a couple minutes. Time may be slipping away faster than I want until someone comes home. I need to read the letter. Turning the white envelope over I begin to get ready to slide my finger under the flap to open it but it was already open, well they will never know I read it then, huh! After pulling the paper out ever so gently I looked at the folded sheet of paper as if I was holding a secret to life. Opening the letter I stared at it blankly for a few moments before remembering what I was doing, but the paper was so captivating and elegant. It was if the paper was a scroll that had been folded, the edge of the paper had a thin gold trim, and towards the end there was a tiny gold star with a tattered cross next to it.

My kitten just ruined my beautiful necklace - hes driving me insane? Wtf, its after 3 am over here and he just ruined my necklace bought from a hippie store. I loved it so much! and hes climbing on the shelves and throwng stuff on the ground. hes playing with my tambourine now and he just ripped off my beatles poster from the wall. I have to hide everything from him..he tries to eat my insense sticks..i put them in a safe place but somehow he found them..he plays with my kaleidoscope, books, cds, make up, perfumes..seriously hes ruining EVRYTHING..he once spilled soup on my homeworks..how do i discipline him? and dont tell me to spray water on him cause its not working, he will run away for a few seconds and then come back and do the same thing, and he just bites me when i tap his nose..i dont want him to hate me, he just gets angry at me when i do that..do you have any good sugestions? hes driving me crazy right now..i cleaned my bedroom today but its a BIG mess right now and i dont know what to do.

What do you think of my Story... Twilight Saga knock-off. Other writers please read.? P.S... i do not intend on getting this story published. i am writing it solely for my personal pleasure. ps... i know that no one is likely to do this, but PLEASE don't steal my story. thank you again. :)

We have just signed a rental contract, but have now found problems, what do we do? My sister has just viewed a detached house for herself (a single parent) and her two 1 year old daughters and immediately signed the contract after viewing the house. The reason for the quick sale is because her contract is now up on her current house and she has to move out as soon as possible. Unfortunately, the day after we made the agreement with the landlord (who made out the house was absolutely wonderful), we found major damp problems with the house. Two of the rooms have damp all over the walls which after analysing has been covered up with paint. The damp can be smelled however we first just thought it was the paint. Our parents have just had a look and the house in its current 'hidden' state is not suitable/safe for the babies. We had a chat with the next door neighbour and also found out that she knew about the damp problems and the walls were previously black with damp. The ceiling also caved in recently and was repaired, the same room the babies would have slept in. To top that all off, we researched the landlord's name and found out he has recently committed benefit fraud and looks like he may be on bail. Of course, the house is completely unsuitable, and these problems have clearly been part of an attempt to cover up the major issues. Unfortunately, we have signed the agreement and the landlord will NOT give our bond and month upfront back. Please does anyone have any advice as this is a major and upsetting issue for our family. Thanks!

which song would u consider more poetic and why? Option 1:I have climbed highest mountain I have run through the fields Only to be with you Only to be with you I have run I have crawled I have scaled these city walls These city walls Only to be with you But I still haven't found what I'm looking for But I still haven't found what I'm looking for I have kissed honey lips Felt the healing in her fingertips It burned like fire This burning desire I have spoke with the tongue of angels I have held the hand of a devil It was warm in the night I was cold as a stone But I still haven't found what I'm looking for But I still haven't found what I'm looking for I believe in the kingdom come Then all the colors will bleed into one Bleed into one Well yes I'm still running You broke the bonds and you Loosed the chains Carried the cross Of my shame Of my shame You know I believed it But I still haven't found what I'm looking for But I still haven't found what I'm looking for But I still haven't found what I'm looking for But I still haven't found what I'm looking for... Option 2:A winters day In a deep and dark december; I am alone, Gazing from my window to the streets below On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow. I am a rock, I am an island. Ive built walls, A fortress deep and mighty, That none may penetrate. I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain. Its laughter and its loving I disdain. I am a rock, I am an island. Don’t talk of love, But I’ve heard the words before; Its sleeping in my memory. I wont disturb the slumber of feelings that have died. If I never loved I never would have cried. I am a rock, I am an island. I have my books And my poetry to protect me; I am shielded in my armor, Hiding in my room, safe within my womb. I touch no one and no one touches me. I am a rock, I am an island. And a rock feels no pain; And an island never cries.

Can someone read my essay? US history... i really need help with it. just give me constructive criticism? Who is to determine what can be endured? Everyone in this world has a body different from another; from their personality to their genetic makeup. General statements about human beings can be established based on studies and statistics but they fail to recognize the difference in each person. A person has an unlimited potential as long as studies have not gained a full understanding of the human body. Basketball players and track stars are thought to be superhuman because of their abilities. Good stamina comes from training and their large lung capacities. However, these abilities came only from their training. Persistence, diligence and practical training resulted in their ‘superhuman’ abilities, not supernatural abilities. If everyone and their bodies are different, then who is to say what is difficult or physically impossible? Everyone’s body does have a limit, but we cannot establish a limit in others when we haven’t reached it in ourselves. No one can really make a definite statement on endurance because not everyone is the same. One can endure anything if they will themselves enough. Pearl Harbor enraged Americans and triggered the desire to fight once again for this country. Young boys out of college were drafted into the army. Young and skeptical, the boys brought with them virtue and camaraderie. Youthful optimism, intense training and use of new weapons confirm that the demands of conventional front-line combat did not approach the practical limits of human endurance. The youth were strong and resilient and they should have been in their prime. The soldiers of WWII were suspicious about European conflict and were critical about slogans like “Making the World Safe for Democracy.” Even so, they prepared for army life. After the events of Pearl Harbor, Americans became enraged and got caught up with the hysteria. Some draftees were ecstatic to get a chance to beat a foreign enemy once again. They were enthusiastic and felt safe with a feeling of US invincibility. Enthusiasm and optimism motivated the soldiers to fight and continue fighting. Some of the draftees and new recruits were not physically fit so training helped ensure success and survival on the battlefield. Marching and running became daily exercises for the soldiers. Soldiers like Private Ed Tipper assumed that the first days of camp were easy. I looked up at nearby Mount Currahee and told someone, ‘I bet that when we finish the training program her, the last thing they’ll make us do will be to climb that mountain’… A few minutes later, someone blew a whistle. We fell in, were ordered to change into boots and athletic trunks, did so, fell in again – and then ran most of the three miles to the top and down again. (Wukovits, 14) They were training to build up their endurance. “On the double” was a euphemism for running and eventually they would go everywhere ‘on the double’. (Harrison, 29) If the men weren’t running or doing calisthenics, they learned to march. Most soldiers detested this constant exercise, especially in the humid summer months. They also had night marches were the men could not pause for water, food or sleep. Commanding officers often checked canteens to make sure soldiers didn’t take a sip. (Wukovits, 14) Also, the strict military life did not allow for any violations of rules. Commanding officers imposed strict penalties for any defiance, usually in the form of physical effort. The officers were trying to instill the fact that a mistake no matter the size could cost a soldier his life. Training usually lasted 10 hours and after an exhausting day, they still had to clean their rifles and their barracks. One soldier who endured the grueling training wrote to his family about it: The culmination of physical training was the requirement that the solder with the rifle and thirty pound pack, negotiate a 1500 foot obstacle course in three in a half minutes. Specific requirements were that he take off with a yell, mount an eight foot wall, slide down a ten foot pole, leap a flaming trench, weave through a water main, climb a ten foot rope, clamber over a five foot fence, swing by a rope across a seven foot ditch, mount a twelve foot ladder and descend to the other side, charge over a four foot breastwork, walk a twenty foot cat walk some twelve inches wide and seven feet off the ground, swing hand over hand along a five foot horizontal ladder, slither under a fence, climb another and cross the finish line in a sprint. (Wukovits, 17) Combat training attempted to recreate conditions soldiers would have to fight in. Life ammunition was used on obstacle courses to simulate battlefield conditions (Wukovits, 14). This was only done to prepare the soldier for combat and because of this a soldier could endure anything. The military food was even made to promote a healthy body with nutritional choices for the solider. The food that was fed to the solders was mean to keep them energized. Packed with 4000 calories a meal, they were very beneficial, however the taste. Soldiers carried packs with them just in case they had needed to eat in a situation where a kitchen wasn’t available. These kits contained enough food for a solder to eat and it met certain nutritional requirements. Their meal consisted of: caned meat bread and peas and some kind of dessert. They also had condiments, spices and other necessitates. It was also in the soldier’s best interest to eat what was given to him. If the soldiers ate what they were supposed to they wouldn’t have felt tired during the combat. The new weapons technology took away much of the physical labor in the battle field. Of course the soldiers themselves would argue that the effort it took to carry, assemble and disassemble such instruments was strenuous, but basic training should have prepared them for it. Hand operated weapons were effective when it came to the efficient elimination of human life. The improvement of flame throwing weapons was extremely deadly. The M-69 spewed gelatinized gasoline that stuck to targets and caused inextinguishable fires and soldiers flesh would incinerate. Also the bazooka and the PIAT (Projector Infantry Anti-Tank) became effective against tanks. Mines and booby traps hid underneath the ground at times even seasoned veterans could not tell where they were located. Also, spherical metallic balls called mines were hid in the soil underneath grass and twigs. Unsuspecting soldiers could have the explosion rip through them in an instant. Incendiary bombs were able to produce an intense fire when exploded. Veiled by surrounding terrain, snipers used opportunities to take shots at unsuspecting soldiers. There were many ways for a soldier to die in the battlefield and because of this many soldiers became helpless. Leinbaugh Campbell wrote, “[their] new-boy illusions of the past two days dissolved in a moment [when confronting battle]”(Wukovits, 27) The German S-mine or “Bouncing Betty” was intended to injure a soldier after the Germans realized that it took at least two men to carry wounded off the field. Planes became more advanced where they could hold more bombs as well as guns. Aircraft roaming the skies could easily spot and destroy enemy artillery units on the ground. (Wukovits, 58) Tanks weren’t much help to any side during the war. Although they were steel plated and thought to protect the inhabitants, they were slow and easily could be taken out by a PIAT. Bazookas and assault rifles made it easier to kill someone without being so close. (Wukovits, 56) Besides improvement in weapons, faster troop transportation made a rapid return to battle possible and supplies to be sent to troops faster. I understand that the horrors the solider faced were great, however I do not believe that it had anything to do with physical endurance. The physical weariness the men experienced was only an account to their not being able to sleep. Many men had nightmares of the war. Capt. Charles R. remembers a “persistent memory…possibly a result of longstanding strain or a feeling that on the basis of having to fight for every hedgerow the war would go on forever”(WWII, 168) Every soldier felt a fear of death, capture, torture or worse. The men underwent several psychological traumas and developed disorders like “shell shock” and “combat fatigue” but none of which had to do with any extreme physical stress. Shell Shocked soldiers posed a danger to other troops. As mention before, basic training was meant to cover the physical training but nothing could prepare the soldiers for what was coming next in the battle field. William Manchester describes his reaction of killing his first man. I shot him with a .45 and I felt remorse and shame. I can remember whispering foolishly, ‘I’m sorry’ and then just throwing up….I threw up all over myself. It was a betrayal of what I’d been taught as a child. (Military life 151) There is a mental limit inside every human being that cannot permit killing another human being. There are many ways to predict the onset of such distress. War doctors tried to lessen the impact of their mental devastation at first by shipping them back to the United States. Then they figured that by placing men in supportive units, they would be able to quickly counteract the disorder. However, mental barriers are hard to break. Many broke down and refused to continue. By making secret pacts with comrades, soldiers would agree to injure each other to escape the horrors of front line combat. Others would purposely walk into enemy fire or stick their bodies out of a trench to purposely get shot at. (History in Dispute, 50) War doctors predicted that a man could take no more than 120 days of combat before he broke down. ( SORCE?) The demands of conventional front-line combat did not approach the practical limits of human endurance. By 1945 soldiers weren’t feeling the effects of a lack of physical endurance. They had trained of war in basic training, it was the mental stress that caused the ominous fatigue that slowed the soldiers.

Are you a rock? A winter's day In a deep and dark December I am alone Gazing from my window To the streets below On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow I am a rock I am an island I've built walls A fortress deep and mighty That none may penetrate I have no need for friendship Friendship causes pain It's laughter and it's loving I disdain. I am a rock I am an island Don't talk of love Well, I've heard the word before It's sleeping in my memory I won't disturb the slumber Of feelings that have died If I'd never loved, I never would have cried I am a rock I am an island I have my books And my poetry to protect me I am shielded in my armor Hiding in my room Safe within my womb I touch no-one and no-one touches me I am a rock I am an island And the rock feels no pain And an island never cries Liily Allen: If I only could I surely would....

I AM A ROCK, Paul Simon.? what is the theme of this song, is it a good song or poem why or why not. A winter's day In a deep and dark December; I am alone, Gazing from my window to the streets below On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow. I am a rock, I am an island. I've built walls, A fortress deep and mighty, That none may penetrate. I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain. It's laughter and it's loving I disdain. I am a rock, I am an island. Don't talk of love, Well I've heard the word before; It's sleeping in my memory. I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died. If I never loved I never would have cried. I am a rock, I am an island. I have my books And my poetry to protect me; I am shielded in my armor, Hiding in my room, safe within my womb. I touch no one and no one touches me. I am a rock, I am an island.

What type of poem is this? A winters day In a deep and dark december; I am alone, Gazing from my window to the streets below On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow. I am a rock, I am an island. Ive built walls, A fortress deep and mighty, That none may penetrate. I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain. Its laughter and its loving I disdain. I am a rock, I am an island. Dont talk of love, But Ive heard the words before; Its sleeping in my memory. I wont disturb the slumber of feelings that have died. If I never loved I never would have cried. I am a rock, I am an island. I have my books And my poetry to protect me; I am shielded in my armor, Hiding in my room, safe within my womb. I touch no one and no one touches me. I am a rock, I am an island. And a rock feels no pain; And an island never cries.

Poll: Did you like The Oddysey or The Iliad better? I liked the Iliad better. This was my favorite part: Sing, O goddess, the anger of Achilles son of Peleus, that brought countless ills upon the Achaeans. Many a brave soul did it send hurrying down to Hades, and many a hero did it yield a prey to dogs and vultures, for so were the counsels of Jove fulfilled from the day on which the son of Atreus, king of men, and great Achilles, first fell out with one another. And which of the gods was it that set them on to quarrel? It was the son of Jove and Leto; for he was angry with the king and sent a pestilence upon the host to plague the people, because the son of Atreus had dishonoured Chryses his priest. Now Chryses had come to the ships of the Achaeans to free his daughter, and had brought with him a great ransom: moreover he bore in his hand the sceptre of Apollo wreathed with a suppliant's wreath and he besought the Achaeans, but most of all the two sons of Atreus, who were their chiefs. "Sons of Atreus," he cried, "and all other Achaeans, may the gods who dwell in Olympus grant you to sack the city of Priam, and to reach your homes in safety; but free my daughter, and accept a ransom for her, in reverence to Apollo, son of Jove." On this the rest of the Achaeans with one voice were for respecting the priest and taking the ransom that he offered; but not so Agamemnon, who spoke fiercely to him and sent him roughly away. "Old man," said he, "let me not find you tarrying about our ships, nor yet coming hereafter. Your sceptre of the god and your wreath shall profit you nothing. I will not free her. She shall grow old in my house at Argos far from her own home, busying herself with her loom and visiting my couch; so go, and do not provoke me or it shall be the worse for you." The old man feared him and obeyed. Not a word he spoke, but went by the shore of the sounding sea and prayed apart to King Apollo whom lovely Leto had borne. "Hear me," he cried, "O god of the silver bow, that protectest Chryse and holy Cilla and rulest Tenedos with thy might, hear me oh thou of Sminthe. If I have ever decked your temple with garlands, or burned your thigh-bones in fat of bulls or goats, grant my prayer, and let your arrows avenge these my tears upon the Danaans." Thus did he pray, and Apollo heard his prayer. He came down furious from the summits of Olympus, with his bow and his quiver upon his shoulder, and the arrows rattled on his back with the rage that trembled within him. He sat himself down away from the ships with a face as dark as night, and his silver bow rang death as he shot his arrow in the midst of them. First he smote their mules and their hounds, but presently he aimed his shafts at the people themselves, and all day long the pyres of the dead were burning. For nine whole days he shot his arrows among the people, but upon the tenth day Achilles called them in assembly- moved thereto by Juno, who saw the Achaeans in their death-throes and had compassion upon them. Then, when they were got together, he rose and spoke among them. "Son of Atreus," said he, "I deem that we should now turn roving home if we would escape destruction, for we are being cut down by war and pestilence at once. Let us ask some priest or prophet, or some reader of dreams (for dreams, too, are of Jove) who can tell us why Phoebus Apollo is so angry, and say whether it is for some vow that we have broken, or hecatomb that we have not offered, and whether he will accept the savour of lambs and goats without blemish, so as to take away the plague from us." With these words he sat down, and Calchas son of Thestor, wisest of augurs, who knew things past present and to come, rose to speak. He it was who had guided the Achaeans with their fleet to Ilius, through the prophesyings with which Phoebus Apollo had inspired him. With all sincerity and goodwill he addressed them thus:- "Achilles, loved of heaven, you bid me tell you about the anger of King Apollo, I will therefore do so; but consider first and swear that you will stand by me heartily in word and deed, for I know that I shall offend one who rules the Argives with might, to whom all the Achaeans are in subjection. A plain man cannot stand against the anger of a king, who if he swallow his displeasure now, will yet nurse revenge till he has wreaked it. Consider, therefore, whether or no you will protect me." And Achilles answered, "Fear not, but speak as it is borne in upon you from heaven, for by Apollo, Calchas, to whom you pray, and whose oracles you reveal to us, not a Danaan at our ships shall lay his hand upon you, while I yet live to look upon the face of the earth- no, not though you name Agamemnon himself, who is by far the foremost of the Achaeans." Thereon the seer spoke boldly. "The god," he said, "is angry neither about vow nor hecatomb, but for his priest's sake, whom Agamemnon has dishonoured, in that he would not free his daughter nor take a ransom for her; therefore has he sent these evils upon us, and will yet send others. He will not deliver the Danaans from this pestilence till Agamemnon has restored the girl without fee or ransom to her father, and has sent a holy hecatomb to Chryse. Thus we may perhaps appease him." With these words he sat down, and Agamemnon rose in anger. His heart was black with rage, and his eyes flashed fire as he scowled on Calchas and said, "Seer of evil, you never yet prophesied smooth things concerning me, but have ever loved to foretell that which was evil. You have brought me neither comfort nor performance; and now you come seeing among Danaans, and saying that Apollo has plagued us because I would not take a ransom for this girl, the daughter of Chryses. I have set my heart on keeping her in my own house, for I love her better even than my own wife Clytemnestra, whose peer she is alike in form and feature, in understanding and accomplishments. Still I will give her up if I must, for I would have the people live, not die; but you must find me a prize instead, or I alone among the Argives shall be without one. This is not well; for you behold, all of you, that my prize is to go elsewhither." And Achilles answered, "Most noble son of Atreus, covetous beyond all mankind, how shall the Achaeans find you another prize? We have no common store from which to take one. Those we took from the cities have been awarded; we cannot disallow the awards that have been made already. Give this girl, therefore, to the god, and if ever Jove grants us to sack the city of Troy we will requite you three and fourfold." Then Agamemnon said, "Achilles, valiant though you be, you shall not thus outwit me. You shall not overreach and you shall not persuade me. Are you to keep your own prize, while I sit tamely under my loss and give up the girl at your bidding? Let the Achaeans find me a prize in fair exchange to my liking, or I will come and take your own, or that of Ajax or of Ulysses; and he to whomsoever I may come shall rue my coming. But of this we will take thought hereafter; for the present, let us draw a ship into the sea, and find a crew for her expressly; let us put a hecatomb on board, and let us send Chryseis also; further, let some chief man among us be in command, either Ajax, or Idomeneus, or yourself, son of Peleus, mighty warrior that you are, that we may offer sacrifice and appease the the anger of the god." Achilles scowled at him and answered, "You are steeped in insolence and lust of gain. With what heart can any of the Achaeans do your bidding, either on foray or in open fighting? I came not warring here for any ill the Trojans had done me. I have no quarrel with them. They have not raided my cattle nor my horses, nor cut down my harvests on the rich plains of Phthia; for between me and them there is a great space, both mountain and sounding sea. We have followed you, Sir Insolence! for your pleasure, not ours- to gain satisfaction from the Trojans for your shameless self and for Menelaus. You forget this, and threaten to rob me of the prize for which I have toiled, and which the sons of the Achaeans have given me. Never when the Achaeans sack any rich city of the Trojans do I receive so good a prize as you do, though it is my hands that do the better part of the fighting. When the sharing comes, your share is far the largest, and I, forsooth, must go back to my ships, take what I can get and be thankful, when my labour of fighting is done. Now, therefore, I shall go back to Phthia; it will be much better for me to return home with my ships, for I will not stay here dishonoured to gather gold and substance for you." And Agamemnon answered, "Fly if you will, I shall make you no prayers to stay you. I have others here who will do me honour, and above all Jove, the lord of counsel. There is no king here so hateful to me as you are, for you are ever quarrelsome and ill affected. What though you be brave? Was it not heaven that made you so? Go home, then, with your ships and comrades to lord it over the Myrmidons. I care neither for you nor for your anger; and thus will I do: since Phoebus Apollo is taking Chryseis from me, I shall send her with my ship and my followers, but I shall come to your tent and take your own prize Briseis, that you may learn how much stronger I am than you are, and that another may fear to set himself up as equal or comparable with me." The son of Peleus was furious, and his heart within his shaggy breast was divided whether to draw his sword, push the others aside, and kill the son of Atreus, or to restrain himself and check his anger. While he was thus in two minds, and was drawing his mighty sword from its scabbard, Minerva came down from heaven (for Juno had sent her in the love she bore to them both), and seized the son of Peleus by his yellow hair, visible to him alone, for of the others no man could see her. Achilles turned in amaze, and by the fire that flashed from her eyes at once knew that she was Minerva. "Why are you here," said he, "daughter of aegis-bearing Jove? To see the pride of Agamemnon, son of Atreus? Let me tell you- and it shall surely be- he shall pay for this insolence with his life." And Minerva said, "I come from heaven, if you will hear me, to bid you stay your anger. Juno has sent me, who cares for both of you alike. Cease, then, this brawling, and do not draw your sword; rail at him if you will, and your railing will not be vain, for I tell you- and it shall surely be- that you shall hereafter receive gifts three times as splendid by reason of this present insult. Hold, therefore, and obey." "Goddess," answered Achilles, "however angry a man may be, he must do as you two command him. This will be best, for the gods ever hear the prayers of him who has obeyed them." He stayed his hand on the silver hilt of his sword, and thrust it back into the scabbard as Minerva bade him. Then she went back to Olympus among the other gods, and to the house of aegis-bearing Jove. But the son of Peleus again began railing at the son of Atreus, for he was still in a rage. "Wine-bibber," he cried, "with the face of a dog and the heart of a hind, you never dare to go out with the host in fight, nor yet with our chosen men in ambuscade. You shun this as you do death itself. You had rather go round and rob his prizes from any man who contradicts you. You devour your people, for you are king over a feeble folk; otherwise, son of Atreus, henceforward you would insult no man. Therefore I say, and swear it with a great oath- nay, by this my sceptre which shalt sprout neither leaf nor shoot, nor bud anew from the day on which it left its parent stem upon the mountains- for the axe stripped it of leaf and bark, and now the sons of the Achaeans bear it as judges and guardians of the decrees of heaven- so surely and solemnly do I swear that hereafter they shall look fondly for Achilles and shall not find him. In the day of your distress, when your men fall dying by the murderous hand of Hector, you shall not know how to help them, and shall rend your heart with rage for the hour when you offered insult to the bravest of the Achaeans." With this the son of Peleus dashed his gold-bestudded sceptre on the ground and took his seat, while the son of Atreus was beginning fiercely from his place upon the other side. Then uprose smooth-tongued Nestor, the facile speaker of the Pylians, and the words fell from his lips sweeter than honey. Two generations of men born and bred in Pylos had passed away under his rule, and he was now reigning over the third. With all sincerity and goodwill, therefore, he addressed them thus:- "Of a truth," he said, "a great sorrow has befallen the Achaean land. Surely Priam with his sons would rejoice, and the Trojans be glad at heart if they could hear this quarrel between you two, who are so excellent in fight and counsel. I am older than either of you; therefore be guided by me. Moreover I have been the familiar friend of men even greater than you are, and they did not disregard my counsels. Never again can I behold such men as Pirithous and Dryas shepherd of his people, or as Caeneus, Exadius, godlike Polyphemus, and Theseus son of Aegeus, peer of the immortals. These were the mightiest men ever born upon this earth: mightiest were they, and when they fought the fiercest tribes of mountain savages they utterly overthrew them. I came from distant Pylos, and went about among them, for they would have me come, and I fought as it was in me to do. Not a man now living could withstand them, but they heard my words, and were persuaded by them. So be it also with yourselves, for this is the more excellent way. Therefore, Agamemnon, though you be strong, take not this girl away, for the sons of the Achaeans have already given her to Achilles; and you, Achilles, strive not further with the king, for no man who by the grace of Jove wields a sceptre has like honour with Agamemnon. You are strong, and have a goddess for your mother; but Agamemnon is stronger than you, for he has more people under him. Son of Atreus, check your anger, I implore you; end this quarrel with Achilles, who in the day of battle is a tower of strength to the Achaeans." And Agamemnon answered, "Sir, all that you have said is true, but this fellow must needs become our lord and master: he must be lord of all, king of all, and captain of all, and this shall hardly be. Granted that the gods have made him a great warrior, have they also given him the right to speak with railing?" Achilles interrupted him. "I should be a mean coward," he cried, "were I to give in to you in all things. Order other people about, not me, for I shall obey no longer. Furthermore I say- and lay my saying to your heart- I shall fight neither you nor any man about this girl, for those that take were those also that gave. But of all else that is at my ship you shall carry away nothing by force. Try, that others may see; if you do, my spear shall be reddened with your blood." When they had quarrelled thus angrily, they rose, and broke up the assembly at the ships of the Achaeans. The son of Peleus went back to his tents and ships with the son of Menoetius and his company, while Agamemnon drew a vessel into the water and chose a crew of twenty oarsmen. He escorted Chryseis on board and sent moreover a hecatomb for the god. And Ulysses went as captain. These, then, went on board and sailed their ways over the sea. But the son of Atreus bade the people purify themselves; so they purified themselves and cast their filth into the sea. Then they offered hecatombs of bulls and goats without blemish on the sea-shore, and the smoke with the savour of their sacrifice rose curling up towards heaven. Thus did they busy themselves throughout the host. But Agamemnon did not forget the threat that he had made Achilles, and called his trusty messengers and squires Talthybius and Eurybates. "Go," said he, "to the tent of Achilles, son of Peleus; take Briseis by the hand and bring her hither; if he will not give her I shall come with others and take her- which will press him harder." He charged them straightly further and dismissed them, whereon they went their way sorrowfully by the seaside, till they came to the tents and ships of the Myrmidons. They found Achilles sitting by his tent and his ships, and ill-pleased he was when he beheld them. They stood fearfully and reverently before him, and never a word did they speak, but he knew them and said, "Welcome, heralds, messengers of gods and men; draw near; my quarrel is not with you but with Agamemnon who has sent you for the girl Briseis. Therefore, Patroclus, bring her and give her to them, but let them be witnesses by the blessed gods, by mortal men, and by the fierceness of Agamemnon's anger, that if ever again there be need of me to save the people from ruin, they shall seek and they shall not find. Agamemnon is mad with rage and knows not how to look before and after that the Achaeans may fight by their ships in safety." Patroclus did as his dear comrade had bidden him. He brought Briseis from the tent and gave her over to the heralds, who took her with them to the ships of the Achaeans- and the woman was loth to go. Then Achilles went all alone by the side of the hoar sea, weeping and looking out upon the boundless waste of waters. He raised his hands in prayer to his immortal mother, "Mother," he cried, "you bore me doomed to live but for a little season; surely Jove, who thunders from Olympus, might have made that little glorious. It is not so. Agamemnon, son of Atreus, has done me dishonour, and has robbed me of my prize by force." As he spoke he wept aloud, and his mother heard him where she was sitting in the depths of the sea hard by the old man her father. Forthwith she rose as it were a grey mist out of the waves, sat down before him as he stood weeping, caressed him with her hand, and said, "My son, why are you weeping? What is it that grieves you? Keep it not from me, but tell me, that we may know it together." Achilles drew a deep sigh and said, "You know it; why tell you what you know well already? We went to Thebe the strong city of Eetion, sacked it, and brought hither the spoil. The sons of the Achaeans shared it duly among themselves, and chose lovely Chryseis as the meed of Agamemnon; but Chryses, priest of Apollo, came to the ships of the Achaeans to free his daughter, and brought with him a great ransom: moreover he bore in his hand the sceptre of Apollo, wreathed with a suppliant's wreath, and he besought the Achaeans, but most of all the two sons of Atreus who were their chiefs. "On this the rest of the Achaeans with one voice were for respecting the priest and taking the ransom that he offered; but not so Agamemnon, who spoke fiercely to him and sent him roughly away. So he went back in anger, and Apollo, who loved him dearly, heard his prayer. Then the god sent a deadly dart upon the Argives, and the people died thick on one another, for the arrows went everywhither among the wide host of the Achaeans. At last a seer in the fulness of his knowledge declared to us the oracles of Apollo, and I was myself first to say that we should appease him. Whereon the son of Atreus rose in anger, and threatened that which he has since done. The Achaeans are now taking the girl in a ship to Chryse, and sending gifts of sacrifice to the god; but the heralds have just taken from my tent the daughter of Briseus, whom the Achaeans had awarded to myself. "Help your brave son, therefore, if you are able. Go to Olympus, and if you have ever done him service in word or deed, implore the aid of Jove. Ofttimes in my father's house have I heard you glory in that you alone of the immortals saved the son of Saturn from ruin, when the others, with Juno, Neptune, and Pallas Minerva would have put him in bonds. It was you, goddess, who delivered him by calling to Olympus the hundred-handed monster whom gods call Briareus, but men Aegaeon, for he is stronger even than his father; when therefore he took his seat all-glorious beside the son of Saturn, the other gods were afraid, and did not bind him. Go, then, to him, remind him of all this, clasp his knees, and bid him give succour to the Trojans. Let the Achaeans be hemmed in at the sterns of their ships, and perish on the sea-shore, that they may reap what joy they may of their king, and that Agamemnon may rue his blindness in offering insult to the foremost of the Achaeans." Thetis wept and answered, "My son, woe is me that I should have borne or suckled you. Would indeed that you had lived your span free from all sorrow at your ships, for it is all too brief; alas, that you should be at once short of life and long of sorrow above your peers: woe, therefore, was the hour in which I bore you; nevertheless I will go to the snowy heights of Olympus, and tell this tale to Jove, if he will hear our prayer: meanwhile stay where you are with your ships, nurse your anger against the Achaeans, and hold aloof from fight. For Jove went yesterday to Oceanus, to a feast among the Ethiopians, and the other gods went with him. He will return to Olympus twelve days hence; I will then go to his mansion paved with bronze and will beseech him; nor do I doubt that I shall be able to persuade him." On this she left him, still furious at the loss of her that had been taken from him. Meanwhile Ulysses reached Chryse with the hecatomb. When they had come inside the harbour they furled the sails and laid them in the ship's hold; they slackened the forestays, lowered the mast into its place, and rowed the ship to the place where they would have her lie; there they cast out their mooring-stones and made fast the hawsers. They then got out upon the sea-shore and landed the hecatomb for Apollo; Chryseis also left the ship, and Ulysses led her to the altar to deliver her into the hands of her father. "Chryses," said he, "King Agamemnon has sent me to bring you back your child, and to offer sacrifice to Apollo on behalf of the Danaans, that we may propitiate the god, who has now brought sorrow upon the Argives." So saying he gave the girl over to her father, who received her gladly, and they ranged the holy hecatomb all orderly round the altar of the god. They washed their hands and took up the barley-meal to sprinkle over the victims, while Chryses lifted up his hands and prayed aloud on their behalf. "Hear me," he cried, "O god of the silver bow, that protectest Chryse and holy Cilla, and rulest Tenedos with thy might. Even as thou didst hear me aforetime when I prayed, and didst press hardly upon the Achaeans, so hear me yet again, and stay this fearful pestilence from the Danaans." Thus did he pray, and Apollo heard his prayer. When they had done praying and sprinkling the barley-meal, they drew back the heads of the victims and killed and flayed them. They cut out the thigh-bones, wrapped them round in two layers of fat, set some pieces of raw meat on the top of them, and then Chryses laid them on the wood fire and poured wine over them, while the young men stood near him with five-pronged spits in their hands. When the thigh-bones were burned and they had tasted the inward meats, they cut the rest up small, put the pieces upon the spits, roasted them till they were done, and drew them off: then, when they had finished their work and the feast was ready, they ate it, and every man had his full share, so that all were satisfied. As soon as they had had enough to eat and drink, pages filled the mixing-bowl with wine and water and handed it round, after giving every man his drink-offering. Thus all day long the young men worshipped the god with song, hymning him and chaunting the joyous paean, and the god took pleasure in their voices; but when the sun went down, and it came on dark, they laid themselves down to sleep by the stern cables of the ship, and when the child of morning, rosy-fingered Dawn, appeared they again set sail for the host of the Achaeans. Apollo sent them a fair wind, so they raised their mast and hoisted their white sails aloft. As the sail bellied with the wind the ship flew through the deep blue water, and the foam hissed against her bows as she sped onward. When they reached the wide-stretching host of the Achaeans, they drew the vessel ashore, high and dry upon the sands, set her strong props beneath her, and went their ways to their own tents and ships. But Achilles abode at his ships and nursed his anger. He went not to the honourable assembly, and sallied not forth to fight, but gnawed at his own heart, pining for battle and the war-cry. Now after twelve days the immortal gods came back in a body to Olympus, and Jove led the way. Thetis was not unmindful of the charge her son had laid upon her, so she rose from under the sea and went through great heaven with early morning to Olympus, where she found the mighty son of Saturn sitting all alone upon its topmost ridges. She sat herself down before him, and with her left hand seized his knees, while with her right she caught him under the chin, and besought him, saying- "Father Jove, if I ever did you service in word or deed among the immortals, hear my prayer, and do honour to my son, whose life is to be cut short so early. King Agamemnon has dishonoured him by taking his prize and keeping her. Honour him then yourself, Olympian lord of counsel, and grant victory to the Trojans, till the Achaeans give my son his due and load him with riches in requital." Jove sat for a while silent, and without a word, but Thetis still kept firm hold of his knees, and besought him a second time. "Incline your head," said she, "and promise me surely, or else deny me- for you have nothing to fear- that I may learn how greatly you disdain me." At this Jove was much troubled and answered, "I shall have trouble if you set me quarrelling with Juno, for she will provoke me with her taunting speeches; even now she is always railing at me before the other gods and accusing me of giving aid to the Trojans. Go back now, lest she should find out. I will consider the matter, and will bring it about as wish. See, I incline my head that you believe me. This is the most solemn that I can give to any god. I never recall my word, or deceive, or fail to do what I say, when I have nodded my head." As he spoke the son of Saturn bowed his dark brows, and the ambrosial locks swayed on his immortal head, till vast Olympus reeled. When the pair had thus laid their plans, they parted- Jove to his house, while the goddess quitted the splendour of Olympus, and plunged into the depths of the sea. The gods rose from their seats, before the coming of their sire. Not one of them dared to remain sitting, but all stood up as he came among them. There, then, he took his seat. But Juno, when she saw him, knew that he and the old merman's daughter, silver-footed Thetis, had been hatching mischief, so she at once began to upbraid him. "Trickster," she cried, "which of the gods have you been taking into your counsels now? You are always settling matters in secret behind my back, and have never yet told me, if you could help it, one word of your intentions." "Juno," replied the sire of gods and men, "you must not expect to be informed of all my counsels. You are my wife, but you would find it hard to understand them. When it is proper for you to hear, there is no one, god or man, who will be told sooner, but when I mean to keep a matter to myself, you must not pry nor ask questions." "Dread son of Saturn," answered Juno, "what are you talking about? I? Pry and ask questions? Never. I let you have your own way in everything. Still, I have a strong misgiving that the old merman's daughter Thetis has been talking you over, for she was with you and had hold of your knees this self-same morning. I believe, therefore, that you have been promising her to give glory to Achilles, and to kill much people at the ships of the Achaeans." "Wife," said Jove, "I can do nothing but you suspect me and find it out. You will take nothing by it, for I shall only dislike you the more, and it will go harder with you. Granted that it is as you say; I mean to have it so; sit down and hold your tongue as I bid you for if I once begin to lay my hands about you, though all heaven were on your side it would profit you nothing." On this Juno was frightened, so she curbed her stubborn will and sat down in silence. But the heavenly beings were disquieted throughout the house of Jove, till the cunning workman Vulcan began to try and pacify his mother Juno. "It will be intolerable," said he, "if you two fall to wrangling and setting heaven in an uproar about a pack of mortals. If such ill counsels are to prevail, we shall have no pleasure at our banquet. Let me then advise my mother- and she must herself know that it will be better- to make friends with my dear father Jove, lest he again scold her and disturb our feast. If the Olympian Thunderer wants to hurl us all from our seats, he can do so, for he is far the strongest, so give him fair words, and he will then soon be in a good humour with us." As he spoke, he took a double cup of nectar, and placed it in his mother's hand. "Cheer up, my dear mother," said he, "and make the best of it. I love you dearly, and should be very sorry to see you get a thrashing; however grieved I might be, I could not help for there is no standing against Jove. Once before when I was trying to help you, he caught me by the foot and flung me from the heavenly threshold. All day long from morn till eve, was I falling, till at sunset I came to ground in the island of Lemnos, and there I lay, with very little life left in me, till the Sintians came and tended me." Juno smiled at this, and as she smiled she took the cup from her son's hands. Then Vulcan drew sweet nectar from the mixing-bowl, and served it round among the gods, going from left to right; and the blessed gods laughed out a loud applause as they saw him ing bustling about the heavenly mansion. Thus through the livelong day to the going down of the sun they feasted, and every one had his full share, so that all were satisfied. Apollo struck his lyre, and the Muses lifted up their sweet voices, calling and answering one another. But when the sun's glorious light had faded, they went home to bed, each in his own abode, which lame Vulcan with his consummate skill had fashioned for them. So Jove, the Olympian Lord of Thunder, hied him to the bed in which he always slept; and when he had got on to it he went to sleep, with Juno of the golden throne by his side. Now the other gods and the armed warriors on the plain slept soundly, but Jove was wakeful, for he was thinking how to do honour to Achilles, and destroyed much people at the ships of the Achaeans. In the end he deemed it would be best to send a lying dream to King Agamemnon; so he called one to him and said to it, "Lying Dream, go to the ships of the Achaeans, into the tent of Agamemnon, and say to him word to word as I now bid you. Tell him to get the Achaeans instantly under arms, for he shall take Troy. There are no longer divided counsels among the gods; Juno has brought them to her own mind, and woe betides the Trojans." The dream went when it had heard its message, and soon reached the ships of the Achaeans. It sought Agamemnon son of Atreus and found him in his tent, wrapped in a profound slumber. It hovered over his head in the likeness of Nestor, son of Neleus, whom Agamemnon honoured above all his councillors, and said:- "You are sleeping, son of Atreus; one who has the welfare of his host and so much other care upon his shoulders should dock his sleep. Hear me at once, for I come as a messenger from Jove, who, though he be not near, yet takes thought for you and pities you. He bids you get the Achaeans instantly under arms, for you shall take Troy. There are no longer divided counsels among the gods; Juno has brought them over to her own mind, and woe betides the Trojans at the hands of Jove. Remember this, and when you wake see that it does not escape you." The dream then left him, and he thought of things that were, surely not to be accomplished. He thought that on that same day he was to take the city of Priam, but he little knew what was in the mind of Jove, who had many another hard-fought fight in store alike for Danaans and Trojans. Then presently he woke, with the divine message still ringing in his ears; so he sat upright, and put on his soft shirt so fair and new, and over this his heavy cloak. He bound his sandals on to his comely feet, and slung his silver-studded sword about his shoulders; then he took the imperishable staff of his father, and sallied forth to the ships of the Achaeans. The goddess Dawn now wended her way to vast Olympus that she might herald day to Jove and to the other immortals, and Agamemnon sent the criers round to call the people in assembly; so they called them and the people gathered thereon. But first he summoned a meeting of the elders at the ship of Nestor king of Pylos, and when they were assembled he laid a cunning counsel before them. "My friends," said he, "I have had a dream from heaven in the dead of night, and its face and figure resembled none but Nestor's. It hovered over my head and said, 'You are sleeping, son of Atreus; one who has the welfare of his host and so much other care upon his shoulders should dock his sleep. Hear me at once, for I am a messenger from Jove, who, though he be not near, yet takes thought for you and pities you. He bids you get the Achaeans instantly under arms, for you shall take Troy. There are no longer divided counsels among the gods; Juno has brought them over to her own mind, and woe betides the Trojans at the hands of Jove. Remember this.' The dream then vanished and I awoke. Let us now, therefore, arm the sons of the Achaeans. But it will be well that I should first sound them, and to this end I will tell them to fly with their ships; but do you others go about among the host and prevent their doing so." He then sat down, and Nestor the prince of Pylos with all sincerity and goodwill addressed them thus: "My friends," said he, "princes and councillors of the Argives, if any other man of the Achaeans had told us of this dream we should have declared it false, and would have had nothing to do with it. But he who has seen it is the foremost man among us; we must therefore set about getting the people under arms." With this he led the way from the assembly, and the other sceptred kings rose with him in obedience to the word of Agamemnon; but the people pressed forward to hear. They swarmed like bees that sally from some hollow cave and flit in countless throng among the spring flowers, bunched in knots and clusters; even so did the mighty multitude pour from ships and tents to the assembly, and range themselves upon the wide-watered shore, while among them ran Wildfire Rumour, messenger of Jove, urging them ever to the fore. Thus they gathered in a pell-mell of mad confusion, and the earth groaned under the tramp of men as the people sought their places. Nine heralds went crying about among them to stay their tumult and bid them listen to the kings, till at last they were got into their several places and ceased their clamour. Then King Agamemnon rose, holding his sceptre. This was the work of Vulcan, who gave it to Jove the son of Saturn. Jove gave it to Mercury, slayer of Argus, guide and guardian. King Mercury gave it to Pelops, the mighty charioteer, and Pelops to Atreus, shepherd of his people. Atreus, when he died, left it to Thyestes, rich in flocks, and Thyestes in his turn left it to be borne by Agamemnon, that he might be lord of all Argos and of the isles. Leaning, then, on his sceptre, he addressed the Argives. "My friends," he said, "heroes, servants of Mars, the hand of heaven has been laid heavily upon me. Cruel Jove gave me his solemn promise that I should sack the city of Priam before returning, but he has played me false, and is now bidding me go ingloriously back to Argos with the loss of much people. Such is the will of Jove, who has laid many a proud city in the dust, as he will yet lay others, for his power is above all. It will be a sorry tale hereafter that an Achaean host, at once so great and valiant, battled in vain against men fewer in number than themselves; but as yet the end is not in sight. Think that the Achaeans and Trojans have sworn to a solemn covenant, and that they have each been numbered- the Trojans by the roll of their householders, and we by companies of ten; think further that each of our companies desired to have a Trojan householder to pour out their wine; we are so greatly more in number that full many a company would have to go without its cup-bearer. But they have in the town allies from other places, and it is these that hinder me from being able to sack the rich city of Ilius. Nine of Jove years are gone; the timbers of our ships have rotted; their tackling is sound no longer. Our wives and little ones at home look anxiously for our coming, but the work that we came hither to do has not been done. Now, therefore, let us all do as I say: let us sail back to our own land, for we shall not take Troy." With these words he moved the hearts of the multitude, so many of them as knew not the cunning counsel of Agamemnon. They surged to and fro like the waves of the Icarian Sea, when the east and south winds break from heaven's clouds to lash them; or as when the west wind sweeps over a field of corn and the ears bow beneath the blast, even so were they swayed as they flew with loud cries towards the ships, and the dust from under their feet rose heavenward. They cheered each other on to draw the ships into the sea; they cleared the channels in front of them; they began taking away the stays from underneath them, and the welkin rang with their glad cries, so eager were they to return. Then surely the Argives would have returned after a fashion that was not fated. But Juno said to Minerva, "Alas, daughter of aegis-bearing Jove, unweariable, shall the Argives fly home to their own land over the broad sea, and leave Priam and the Trojans the glory of still keeping Helen, for whose sake so many of the Achaeans have died at Troy, far from their homes? Go about at once among the host, and speak fairly to them, man by man, that they draw not their ships into the sea." Minerva was not slack to do her bidding. Down she darted from the topmost summits of Olympus, and in a moment she was at the ships of the Achaeans. There she found Ulysses, peer of Jove in counsel, standing alone. He had not as yet laid a hand upon his ship, for he was grieved and sorry; so she went close up to him and said, "Ulysses, noble son of Laertes, are you going to fling yourselves into your ships and be off home to your own land in this way? Will you leave Priam and the Trojans the glory of still keeping Helen, for whose sake so many of the Achaeans have died at Troy, far from their homes? Go about at once among the host, and speak fairly to them, man by man, that they draw not their ships into the sea." Ulysses knew the voice as that of the goddess: he flung his cloak from him and set off to run. His servant Eurybates, a man of Ithaca, who waited on him, took charge of the cloak, whereon Ulysses went straight up to Agamemnon and received from him his ancestral, imperishable staff. With this he went about among the ships of the Achaeans. Whenever he met a king or chieftain, he stood by him and spoke him fairly. "Sir," said he, "this flight is cowardly and unworthy. Stand to your post, and bid your people also keep their places. You do not yet know the full mind of Agamemnon; he was sounding us, and ere long will visit the Achaeans with his displeasure. We were not all of us at the council to hear what he then said; see to it lest he be angry and do us a mischief; for the pride of kings is great, and the hand of Jove is with them." But when he came across any common man who was making a noise, he struck him with his staff and rebuked him, saying, "Sirrah, hold your peace, and listen to better men than yourself. You are a coward and no soldier; you are nobody either in fight or council; we cannot all be kings; it is not well that there should be many masters; one man must be supreme- one king to whom the son of scheming Saturn has given the sceptre of sovereignty over you all." Thus masterfully did he go about among the host, and the people hurried back to the council from their tents and ships with a sound as the thunder of surf when it comes crashing down upon the shore, and all the sea is in an uproar. The rest now took their seats and kept to their own several places, but Thersites still went on wagging his unbridled tongue- a man of many words, and those unseemly; a monger of sedition, a railer against all who were in authority, who cared not what he said, so that he might set the Achaeans in a laugh. He was the ugliest man of all those that came before Troy- bandy-legged, lame of one foot, with his two shoulders rounded and hunched over his chest. His head ran up to a point, but there was little hair on the top of it. Achilles and Ulysses hated him worst of all, for it was with them that he was most wont to wrangle; now, however, with a shrill squeaky voice he began heaping his abuse on Agamemnon. The Achaeans were angry and disgusted, yet none the less he kept on brawling and bawling at the son of Atreus. "Agamemnon," he cried, "what ails you now, and what more do you want? Your tents are filled with bronze and with fair women, for whenever we take a town we give you the pick of them. Would you have yet more gold, which some Trojan is to give you as a ransom for his son, when I or another Achaean has taken him prisoner? or is it some young girl to hide and lie with? It is not well that you, the ruler of the Achaeans, should bring them into such misery. Weakling cowards, women rather than men, let us sail home, and leave this fellow here at Troy to stew in his own meeds of honour, and discover whether we were of any service to him or no. Achilles is a much better man than he is, and see how he has treated him- robbing him of his prize and keeping it himself. Achilles takes it meekly and shows no fight; if he did, son of Atreus, you would never again insult him." Thus railed Thersites, but Ulysses at once went up to him and rebuked him sternly. "Check your glib tongue, Thersites," said be, "and babble not a word further. Chide not with princes when you have none to back you. There is no viler creature come before Troy with the sons of Atreus. Drop this chatter about kings, and neither revile them nor keep harping about going home. We do not yet know how things are going to be, nor whether the Achaeans are to return with good success or evil. How dare you gibe at Agamemnon because the Danaans have awarded him so many prizes? I tell you, therefore- and it shall surely be- that if I again catch you talking such nonsense, I will either forfeit my own head and be no more called father of Telemachus, or I will take you, strip you stark naked, and whip you out of the assembly till you go blubbering back to the ships." On this he beat him with his staff about the back and shoulders till he dropped and fell a-weeping. The golden sceptre raised a bloody weal on his back, so he sat down frightened and in pain, looking foolish as he wiped the tears from his eyes. The people were sorry for him, yet they laughed heartily, and one would turn to his neighbour saying, "Ulysses has done many a good thing ere now in fight and council, but he never did the Argives a better turn than when he stopped this fellow's mouth from prating further. He will give the kings no more of his insolence." Thus said the people. Then Ulysses rose, sceptre in hand, and Minerva in the likeness of a herald bade the people be still, that those who were far off might hear him and consider his council. He therefore with all sincerity and goodwill addressed them thus:- "King Agamemnon, the Achaeans are for making you a by-word among all mankind. They forget the promise they made you when they set out from Argos, that you should not return till you had sacked the town of Troy, and, like children or widowed women, they murmur and would set off homeward. True it is that they have had toil enough to be disheartened. A man chafes at having to stay away from his wife even for a single month, when he is on shipboard, at the mercy of wind and sea, but it is now nine long years that we have been kept here; I cannot, therefore, blame the Achaeans if they turn restive; still we shall be shamed if we go home empty after so long a stay- therefore, my friends, be patient yet a little longer that we may learn whether the prophesyings of Calchas were false or true. "All who have not since perished must remember as though it were yesterday or the day before, how the ships of the Achaeans were detained in Aulis when we were on our way hither to make war on Priam and the Trojans. We were ranged round about a fountain offering hecatombs to the gods upon their holy altars, and there was a fine plane-tree from beneath which there welled a stream of pure water. Then we saw a prodigy; for Jove sent a fearful serpent out of the ground, with blood-red stains upon its back, and it darted from under the altar on to the plane-tree. Now there was a brood of young sparrows, quite small, upon the topmost bough, peeping out from under the leaves, eight in all, and their mother that hatched them made nine. The serpent ate the poor cheeping things, while the old bird flew about lamenting her little ones; but the serpent threw his coils about her and caught her by the wing as she was screaming. Then, when he had eaten both the sparrow and her young, the god who had sent him made him become a sign; for the son of scheming Saturn turned him into stone, and we stood there wondering at that which had come to pass. Seeing, then, that such a fearful portent had broken in upon our hecatombs, Calchas forthwith declared to us the oracles of heaven. 'Why, Achaeans,' said he, 'are you thus speechless? Jove has sent us this sign, long in coming, and long ere it be fulfilled, though its fame shall last for ever. As the serpent ate the eight fledglings and the sparrow that hatched them, which makes nine, so shall we fight nine years at Troy, but in the tenth shall take the town.' This was what he said, and now it is all coming true. Stay here, therefore, all of you, till we take the city of Priam." On this the Argives raised a shout, till the ships rang again with the uproar. Nestor, knight of Gerene, then addressed them. "Shame on you," he cried, "to stay talking here like children, when you should fight like men. Where are our covenants now, and where the oaths that we have taken? Shall our counsels be flung into the fire, with our drink-offerings and the right hands of fellowship wherein we have put our trust? We waste our time in words, and for all our talking here shall be no further forward. Stand, therefore, son of Atreus, by your own steadfast purpose; lead the Argives on to battle, and leave this handful of men to rot, who scheme, and scheme in vain, to get back to Argos ere they have learned whether Jove be true or a liar. For the mighty son of Saturn surely promised that we should succeed, when we Argives set sail to bring death and destruction upon the Trojans. He showed us favourable signs by flashing his lightning on our right hands; therefore let none make haste to go till he has first lain with the wife of some Trojan, and avenged the toil and sorrow that he has suffered for the sake of Helen. Nevertheless, if any man is in such haste to be at home again, let him lay his hand to his ship that he may meet his doom in the sight of all. But, O king, consider and give ear to my counsel, for the word that I say may not be neglected lightly. Divide your men, Agamemnon, into their several tribes and clans, that clans and tribes may stand by and help one another. If you do this, and if the Achaeans obey you, you will find out who, both chiefs and peoples, are brave, and who are cowards; for they will vie against the other. Thus you shall also learn whether it is through the counsel of heaven or the cowardice of man that you shall fail to take the town." And Agamemnon answered, "Nestor, you have again outdone the sons of the Achaeans in counsel. Would, by Father Jove, Minerva, and Apollo, that I had among them ten more such councillors, for the city of King Priam would then soon fall beneath our hands, and we should sack it. But the son of Saturn afflicts me with bootless wranglings and strife. Achilles and I are quarrelling about this girl, in which matter I was the first to offend; if we can be of one mind again, the Trojans will not stave off destruction for a day. Now, therefore, get your morning meal, that our hosts join in fight. Whet well your spears; see well to the ordering of your shields; give good feeds to your horses, and look your chariots carefully over, that we may do battle the livelong day; for we shall have no rest, not for a moment, till night falls to part us. The bands that bear your shields shall be wet with the sweat upon your shoulders, your hands shall weary upon your spears, your horses shall steam in front of your chariots, and if I see any man shirking the fight, or trying to keep out of it at the ships, there shall be no help for him, but he shall be a prey to dogs and vultures." Thus he spoke, and the Achaeans roared applause. As when the waves run high before the blast of the south wind and break on some lofty headland, dashing against it and buffeting it without ceasing, as the storms from every quarter drive them, even so did the Achaeans rise and hurry in all directions to their ships. There they lighted their fires at their tents and got dinner, offering sacrifice every man to one or other of the gods, and praying each one of them that he might live to come out of the fight. Agamemnon, king of men, sacrificed a fat five-year-old bull to the mighty son of Saturn, and invited the princes and elders of his host. First he asked Nestor and King Idomeneus, then the two Ajaxes and the son of Tydeus, and sixthly Ulysses, peer of gods in counsel; but Menelaus came of his own accord, for he knew how busy his brother then was. They stood round the bull with the barley-meal in their hands, and Agamemnon prayed, saying, "Jove, most glorious, supreme, that dwellest in heaven, and ridest upon the storm-cloud, grant that the sun may not go down, nor the night fall, till the palace of Priam is laid low, and its gates are consumed with fire. Grant that my sword may pierce the shirt of Hector about his heart, and that full many of his comrades may bite the dust as they fall dying round him." Thus he prayed, but the son of Saturn would not fulfil his prayer. He accepted the sacrifice, yet none the less increased their toil continually. When they had done praying and sprinkling the barley-meal upon the victim, they drew back its head, killed it, and then flayed it. They cut out the thigh-bones, wrapped them round in two layers of fat, and set pieces of raw meat on the top of them. These they burned upon the split logs of firewood, but they spitted the inward meats, and held them in the flames to cook. When the thigh-bones were burned, and they had tasted the inward meats, they cut the rest up small, put the pieces upon spits, roasted them till they were done, and drew them off; then, when they had finished their work and the feast was ready, they ate it, and every man had his full share, so that all were satisfied. As soon as they had had enough to eat and drink, Nestor, knight of Gerene, began to speak. "King Agamemnon," said he, "let us not stay talking here, nor be slack in the work that heaven has put into our hands. Let the heralds summon the people to gather at their several ships; we will then go about among the host, that we may begin fighting at once." Thus did he speak, and Agamemnon heeded his words. He at once sent the criers round to call the people in assembly. So they called them, and the people gathered thereon. The chiefs about the son of Atreus chose their men and marshalled them, while Minerva went among them holding her priceless aegis that knows neither age nor death. From it there waved a hundred tassels of pure gold, all deftly woven, and each one of them worth a hundred oxen. With this she darted furiously everywhere among the hosts of the Achaeans, urging them forward, and putting courage into the heart of each, so that he might fight and do battle without ceasing. Thus war became sweeter in their eyes even than returning home in their ships. As when some great forest fire is raging upon a mountain top and its light is seen afar, even so as they marched the gleam of their armour flashed up into the firmament of heaven. They were like great flocks of geese, or cranes, or swans on the plain about the waters of Cayster, that wing their way hither and thither, glorying in the pride of flight, and crying as they settle till the fen is alive with their screaming. Even thus did their tribes pour from ships and tents on to the plain of the Scamander, and the ground rang as brass under the feet of men and horses. They stood as thick upon the flower-bespangled field as leaves that bloom in summer. As countless swarms of flies buzz around a herdsman's homestead in the time of spring when the pails are drenched with milk, even so did the Achaeans swarm on to the plain to charge the Trojans and destroy them. The chiefs disposed their men this way and that before the fight began, drafting them out as easily as goatherds draft their flocks when they have got mixed while feeding; and among them went King Agamemnon, with a head and face like Jove the lord of thunder, a waist like Mars, and a chest like that of Neptune. As some great bull that lords it over the herds upon the plain, even so did Jove make the son of Atreus stand peerless among the multitude of heroes. And now, O Muses, dwellers in the mansions of Olympus, tell me- for you are goddesses and are in all places so that you see all things, while we know nothing but by report- who were the chiefs and princes of the Danaans? As for the common soldiers, they were so that I could not name every single one of them though I had ten tongues, and though my voice failed not and my heart were of bronze within me, unless you, O Olympian Muses, daughters of aegis-bearing Jove, were to recount them to me. Nevertheless, I will tell the captains of the ships and all the fleet together. Peneleos, Leitus, Arcesilaus, Prothoenor, and Clonius were captains of the Boeotians. These were they that dwelt in Hyria and rocky Aulis, and who held Schoenus, Scolus, and the highlands of Eteonus, with Thespeia, Graia, and the fair city of Mycalessus. They also held Harma, Eilesium, and Erythrae; and they had Eleon, Hyle, and Peteon; Ocalea and the strong fortress of Medeon; Copae, Eutresis, and Thisbe the haunt of doves; Coronea, and the pastures of Haliartus; Plataea and Glisas; the fortress of Thebes the less; holy Onchestus with its famous grove of Neptune; Arne rich in vineyards; Midea, sacred Nisa, and Anthedon upon the sea. From these there came fifty ships, and in each there were a hundred and twenty young men of the Boeotians. Ascalaphus and Ialmenus, sons of Mars, led the people that dwelt in Aspledon and Orchomenus the realm of Minyas. Astyoche a noble maiden bore them in the house of Actor son of Azeus; for she had gone with Mars secretly into an upper chamber, and he had lain with her. With these there came thirty ships. The Phoceans were led by Schedius and Epistrophus, sons of mighty Iphitus the son of Naubolus. These were they that held Cyparissus, rocky Pytho, holy Crisa, Daulis, and Panopeus; they also that dwelt in Anemorea and Hyampolis, and about the waters of the river Cephissus, and Lilaea by the springs of the Cephissus; with their chieftains came forty ships, and they marshalled the forces of the Phoceans, which were stationed next to the Boeotians, on their left. Ajax, the fleet son of Oileus, commanded the Locrians. He was not so great, nor nearly so great, as Ajax the son of Telamon. He was a little man, and his breastplate was made of linen, but in use of the spear he excelled all the Hellenes and the Achaeans. These dwelt in Cynus, Opous, Calliarus, Bessa, Scarphe, fair Augeae, Tarphe, and Thronium about the river Boagrius. With him there came forty ships of the Locrians who dwell beyond Euboea. The fierce Abantes held Euboea with its cities, Chalcis, Eretria, Histiaea rich in vines, Cerinthus upon the sea, and the rock-perched town of Dium; with them were also the men of Carystus and Styra; Elephenor of the race of Mars was in command of these; he was son of Chalcodon, and chief over all the Abantes. With him they came, fleet of foot and wearing their hair long behind, brave warriors, who would ever strive to tear open the corslets of their foes with their long ashen spears. Of these there came fifty ships. And they that held the strong city of Athens, the people of great Erechtheus, who was born of the soil itself, but Jove's daughter, Minerva, fostered him, and established him at Athens in her own rich sanctuary. There, year by year, the Athenian youths worship him with sacrifices of bulls and rams. These were commanded by Menestheus, son of Peteos. No man living could equal him in the marshalling of chariots and foot soldiers. Nestor could alone rival him, for he was older. With him there came fifty ships. Ajax brought twelve ships from Salamis, and stationed them alongside those of the Athenians. The men of Argos, again, and those who held the walls of Tiryns, with Hermione, and Asine upon the gulf; Troezene, Eionae, and the vineyard lands of Epidaurus; the Achaean youths, moreover, who came from Aegina and Mases; these were led by Diomed of the loud battle-cry, and Sthenelus son of famed Capaneus. With them in command was Euryalus, son of king Mecisteus, son of Talaus; but Diomed was chief over them all. With these there came eighty ships. Those who held the strong city of Mycenae, rich Corinth and Cleonae; Orneae, Araethyrea, and Licyon, where Adrastus reigned of old; Hyperesia, high Gonoessa, and Pellene; Aegium and all the coast-land round about Helice; these sent a hundred ships under the command of King Agamemnon, son of Atreus. His force was far both finest and most numerous, and in their midst was the king himself, all glorious in his armour of gleaming bronze- foremost among the heroes, for he was the greatest king, and had most men under him. And those that dwelt in Lacedaemon, lying low among the hills, Pharis, Sparta, with Messe the haunt of doves; Bryseae, Augeae, Amyclae, and Helos upon the sea; Laas, moreover, and Oetylus; these were led by Menelaus of the loud battle-cry, brother to Agamemnon, and of them there were sixty ships, drawn up apart from the others. Among them went Menelaus himself, strong in zeal, urging his men to fight; for he longed to avenge the toil and sorrow that he had suffered for the sake of Helen. The men of Pylos and Arene, and Thryum where is the ford of the river Alpheus; strong Aipy, Cyparisseis, and Amphigenea; Pteleum, Helos, and Dorium, where the Muses met Thamyris, and stilled his minstrelsy for ever. He was returning from Oechalia, where Eurytus lived and reigned, and boasted that he would surpass even the Muses, daughters of aegis-bearing Jove, if they should sing against him; whereon they were angry, and maimed him. They robbed him of his divine power of song, and thenceforth he could strike the lyre no more. These were commanded by Nestor, knight of Gerene, and with him there came ninety ships. And those that held Arcadia, under the high mountain of Cyllene, near the tomb of Aepytus, where the people fight hand to hand; the men of Pheneus also, and Orchomenus rich in flocks; of Rhipae, Stratie, and bleak Enispe; of Tegea and fair Mantinea; of Stymphelus and Parrhasia; of these King Agapenor son of Ancaeus was commander, and they had sixty ships. Many Arcadians, good soldiers, came in each one of them, but Agamemnon found them the ships in which to cross the sea, for they were not a people that occupied their business upon the waters. The men, moreover, of Buprasium and of Elis, so much of it as is enclosed between Hyrmine, Myrsinus upon the sea-shore, the rock Olene and Alesium. These had four leaders, and each of them had ten ships, with many Epeans on board. Their captains were Amphimachus and Thalpius- the one, son of Cteatus, and the other, of Eurytus- both of the race of Actor. The two others were Diores, son of Amarynces, and Polyxenus, son of King Agasthenes, son of Augeas. And those of Dulichium with the sacred Echinean islands, who dwelt beyond the sea off Elis; these were led by Meges, peer of Mars, and the son of valiant Phyleus, dear to Jove, who quarrelled with his father, and went to settle in Dulichium. With him there came forty ships. Ulysses led the brave Cephallenians, who held Ithaca, Neritum with its forests, Crocylea, rugged Aegilips, Samos and Zacynthus, with the mainland also that was over against the islands. These were led by Ulysses, peer of Jove in counsel, and with him there came twelve ships. Thoas, son of Andraemon, commanded the Aetolians, who dwelt in Pleuron, Olenus, Pylene, Chalcis by the sea, and rocky Calydon, for the great king Oeneus had now no sons living, and was himself dead, as was also golden-haired Meleager, who had been set over the Aetolians to be their king. And with Thoas there came forty ships. The famous spearsman Idomeneus led the Cretans, who held Cnossus, and the well-walled city of Gortys; Lyctus also, Miletus and Lycastus that lies upon the chalk; the populous towns of Phaestus and Rhytium, with the other peoples that dwelt in the hundred cities of Crete. All these were led by Idomeneus, and by Meriones, peer of murderous Mars. And with these there came eighty ships. Tlepolemus, son of Hercules, a man both brave and large of stature, brought nine ships of lordly warriors from Rhodes. These dwelt in Rhodes which is divided among the three cities of Lindus, Ielysus, and Cameirus, that lies upon the chalk. These were commanded by Tlepolemus, son of Hercules by Astyochea, whom he had carried off from Ephyra, on the river Selleis, after sacking many cities of valiant warriors. When Tlepolemus grew up, he killed his father's uncle Licymnius, who had been a famous warrior in his time, but was then grown old. On this he built himself a fleet, gathered a great following, and fled beyond the sea, for he was menaced by the other sons and grandsons of Hercules. After a voyage. during which he suffered great hardship, he came to Rhodes, where the people divided into three communities, according to their tribes, and were dearly loved by Jove, the lord, of gods and men; wherefore the son of Saturn showered down great riches upon them. And Nireus brought three ships from Syme- Nireus, who was the handsomest man that came up under Ilius of all the Danaans after the son of Peleus- but he was a man of no substance, and had but a small following. And those that held Nisyrus, Crapathus, and Casus, with Cos, the city of Eurypylus,

Wild fires, a possible last poem.? Smoke and ashes won't detour, embers and charcoal, slowly keep score. Eyes are empty, faces are black, reflecting only fear, in CA, there's no lack. No walls left standing, no doors, no locks, devoursed by fire, a cardboard box. Charred remains cradle the orange blaze, black and grey fire, a halloweeen haze. Millions evacuated, 2 known are dead, names and faces, swimming through your head. Pack up your belongings, take what you can, don't know what you'll have left, where or when. No place is safe, no places to hide, the fire always seeps inside. Cramped together, tucked in tight, I guess we'll lay down here for the night. Stadium seats, families in lines, fire fighters and evacuees, dressed to the nines. Curled up side by side, a sleeping child, displaced and confused, tricked by the wild. Living together, we sit sleep and stand, families stay together, run hand in hand. Dedicated to those displaced by the California Wild Fires.

New poem, please read? Smoke and ashes won't detour, embers and charcoal, slowly keep score. Eyes are empty, faces are black, reflecting only fear, in CA, there's no lack. No walls left standing, no doors, no locks, devoursed by fire, a cardboard box. Charred remains cradle the orange blaze, black and grey fire, a halloweeen haze. Millions evacuated, 2 known are dead, names and faces, swimming through your head. Pack up your belongings, take what you can, don't know what you'll have left, where or when. No place is safe, no places to hide, the fire always seeps inside. Cramped together, tucked in tight, I guess we'll lay down here for the night. Stadium seats, families in lines, fire fighters and evacuees, dressed to the nines. Curled up side by side, a sleeping child, displaced and confused, tricked by the wild. Living together, we sit sleep and stand, families stay together, run hand in hand. Dedicated to those displaced by the California Wild Fires.

My version of Richard Mathesons I Am Legend? Ok the two books have alot of simularites so just dont think of it as a remake or something In The End Prologue Griffen Nevel tried to save his wife, he tried desperetly. He didnt realize she was coming down with the world wide academic sickness. Thousands of people were dieing of the desease. Griffen was a pretty smart man but he wasnt smart enough to find the cure of the desease. Griffens wife died of the deisease on January third of 2009. The army was disposing of all the bodies that were dieing from the disease. But when the soilders came into Griffens house he would give them his wife. One of the soilders hit him in the chin with the butt of his gun. It had knocked Nevel out and he still searched for her body. He suspected they burned it but there was a possobility they didnt. Slowly the disease started to spread and the only thing Griffen lived was for his daughter. She seemed to be imune to the disease and Griffen thought he was too and that if they were imune then she got it from his genes. But one day a pack of soilders came to take the clean people to a safe place where they wouldnt get the disease. Griffen knew they would take his daughter and possibly himself so he tried to hide them. Griffen had two handguns from hunting and he got them before he went into their basement. He brought a blanket down with them and both fell asleep istantly. The door breaking in aroused Griffen and he grabbed for the two pistols. He held them in both hands and waited for the men to come crashing down the stairs and take his daughter from him. But they never did. Griffen walked up the stairs and into his kitchen. Flashlights were splashed all across his living room with men looking around. Griffen felt terror immiedetly, he brought up his two pistols just as a man turned towards him. Griffen fired and hit the man in the stomach. He fell down, holding his stomach. All the man turned their flashlight towards him quickly and began fireing their machine guns. Nevel jumped behind his kitchen wall and flashed out every once and awhile and shot out. Then he heard boots running down into his basement he turned around the wall as he glimpsed a man running down. He shot him in the back with both guns and he tumbled down. But he was the last one to go down the rest of the men were already down there. They could be doing anything to his little daughter. A flash of anger came threw him and he ran down the stairs. He fired the two pistols widley. But the men were already gone. Out the back door. Griffens eyes got wide as he jumped over obstacles to get outside, he ran up the stairs to the outside and saw nothing. It was raining and thunderclouds were everywhere. Griffen fell to his knees in the soft soil and his shaggy hair began to get damp in the rain. Griffens head slumped into his hands, he had just lost the one thing that ment everything to him. He pulled his head out of his hands and screamed as loud as he could. Chapter 1 The rain came down in a sprinkle as the wind was going about thirty miles an hour. Griffen Nevel sat in his chair staring outside. He didnt know for sure but he suspected he was the last man on the whole entire earth. His dog Dook sat next to him sleeping silently, every now and then Nevel reached down and pet him. The rain came down hard now a days and the wind was always fast. Griffens car sat in the garage, with his generator that powerd all the electricity around him. Griffen got up from the chair and walked over to the bar. He poured himself a big glass of vodka and then sat back down in the chair. Griffen looked at his clock saw it was twelve o' one AM. He walked over to his calender which said, August third 2012. The calender he had to make himself because the last time he haad ever seen a living person with in 2010. Griffen marked off August third and awaited August fourth. Griffen walked into his bed room opened up his closet, got out his black leather jacket and put it on. He got on some brown slacks and a white t-shirt. Griffen walked over to the front door slid back the little opening and saw the rain was coming down harder. He slid it back shut, reached over and grabbed his two pistols and his big machine gun. He found the machine gun from one of the dead soilders bodys. See when he couldnt find hid daughter he loaded up his two hand guns and went searching for her. He ended up getting shot in the left thight and he had killed five soilders. Now Griffen Nevel waited for sunrise so he could go out and hunt. He would hunt for food and supplies. Griffen Nevel croched in the high weeds of the open field with the machine gun in hand. Not twenty feet from him was a big old buck. He brought the gun up and aimed right at it. He was just about to pull the trigger when his dog began to whimper. Griffen put the gun down and looked at his dog. "Something wrong Dook?" The dogs ears went down and the dog laid on its stomach. Griffen looked around to make sure no animal was stalking them. Griffen hesitated then stood up and scanned the area around him with his eyes. He gripped the gun so tightly in his arms he cut off the blood supply. But Nevel saw nothing. By now the buck had ran in terror of his voice. Griffen tried various times to calm his dog down but the dog just laid there scared. Then the dog carelessley stood back up and rejoined Griffen. The two walked off in the tall weeds while Griffen cautisly watched out for another animal to shoot. They were back home in half an hour, when he opened the front door he noticed he left the garage door open. He walked into the garage and looked around. His volkswagen SUV was still in perfect condition. Griffen looked at the gernerator and inspected it. It was still in contact with all of its parts. Feeling satisfied, Griffen walked into his house. His dog was already on the couch half asleep. Nevel slumped down the machine gun and took the two handguns out of his belt buckle and set them down on the coffee table. Griffen sat down onto his couch and sat there rubbing his head. There were things he missed about the old world. He missed watching sunday night football, he missed eating family meals, but must of all he missed Stephanie and Leah. Griffen laid down and rested his head on Dook. Dook was his last and only companion. If anything were to happen to him he would break down. Griffen began to cry just as he dozed off. Just as he dozed off he thought faintly he could hear footsteps on the concrete sidewalk outside. Chapter 2 The rain was coming down hard today. The date was September 14th and Griffen sat on his front stoop hidden form the rain. The machine gun sat on his lap and Dook sat next to him. The wind was rustling everything around him and everything seemed to be active. The world was starting to bore Griffen, he did the samething every day and he was getting sick of it. He kept one bullet in his dresser just in case he would need it. He put his hand out in the rain and it got cold immiedetly. Nevel jerked it back in quickly and shudderd from the cold. Then something moved in the darkness of an alley way across the street. Griffen didnt know what it was at first then he came to the conclusion it was a deer or something. Then Dooks ears went down and he began to whimper in the same fashion he did that one late afternoon. Griffen pet him for a few minutes then he caught something again out of the corner of his eye. Nevel jerked to the left and looked for the movement. The object looked to go inside a dark building. The building use to be a big factory it would be dark and dry in there for a scared animal. Now was the time for some good eatin', Griffen thought in his head. Griffen stood up, went inside his house and jerked on his leather jacket. He grabbed his carring case that swifled around his shoulder. Griffen stepped outside and Dook followed. He waked threw the rain towards the factory with the machine gun in his hands. He got to the factory in a matter of minutes and stepped inside. The doors must have broken off in a storm or an animal. It was surley dry inside the factory, Dook halted at the doorway and wouldnt go in. "Come on Dook." Griffen whisperd and Dook hesitated then followed his owner. There was a little cubby hole in the corner of the big room and Dook instatly went there. Griffen silently crouched threw the gigantic buidling. Then he heard something. He halted at once and he heard behind him, Dook whimper. Then he suddenly didnt want to be here, the gun in his arms didnt make him feel any safer. Griffen stepped back then he heard something uninmaginable. He heard the whispering of a person. Then something touched him, Griffen fell back in shock and onto his back. The gun fell from his hands and he picked it up and began to run to out of the building. Once he was out he saw Dook speed off in front of him. Dook was scratching the door when Griffen finally arrived. He shoved open the door and fell onto his stomach. He kicked the door shut and laid there for a moment thinking about what just happend. Then Griffen got up and took a big swig of vodka. Griffen fell over from shock and landed on the floor hard. The sound of scratching awoke Griffen. He bearly opened his eyes and said, "Dook stop." He suspected that Dook was scratching at the door beacause he had to pee. But when Dook started to lick his face and the scratching continued Griffen got scared. Griffen sat up and felt for the two handsguns. He found them on the couch and held one in each hand. He looked up at the clock and it said it was ten PM. The scratching stopped. Maybe it was just in his head, maybe he was going mad. He put the pistols in his pants and grabbed for his leather jacket. He motinoed for Dook and asked, "Gotta' go potty?" Dook started to get hyper which ment he did. Griffen took out the handguns and walked Dook outside. They went to the back yard where Leah's swing still stood. Dook jumped off the back porch and over to a bush. Griffen stood with his head faced down and stared at the porch. Dook was scarmbling around, sniffing trying to find a place to pee when Griffen noticed the noise. It sounded as if the fence across the yard was breaking under pressure it was the sound of cracking wood. Dook stopped and looked up at the fence. Griffen slowly brought up his head and stared forward. It was almost three hours into night time so he could bearly see the swing set in the middle of the yard. But after his eyes set comfort to the darkness he saw what was making the noise. In the darkness all he saw was the outline of a person but it scared him enough. He took a step back and gripped the pistols. The person moved and the wood creaked. Then he saw more, more of them were coming over the fence. There was eight total after Griffen counted. "Oh my god." he mutterd and then Dook was next to him scratching at the door. Griffen felt the terror take over his body and he kicked open the screen door and pulled the big door shut behind him. He heard just as he enterd the house the wood start cracking and he heard the people hitting the ground, they were coming towards the house. Griffen locked the back door anr and ran for the front door. He was in so much of a hurry he forgot his jacket and his machine gun. He held the two handguns in one hand as he jerked open the front door and jumped out with Dook next to him. The two flew out the front door and stopped in a hurry on the front stoop. The people were everywhere in the front street. He was staring at the people in the front so much he didnt see of the people had flanked him form the right. The big man tackled him to the ground and Griffen laid on his side with the man on top of him. Griffen turned his head and looked at the man. He was the ugliest thing ever. He had almost no eyes and his face was grey. The man started to scream/howl into Griffens hear. Griffen elbowed him in the face and jumped up. Him and Dook took off the left and didnt stop running until they got around the corner. Griffen looked around the corner and saw all people chasing after him. Griffen took off into the street and ran for another block and ran into an alley way. He saw the people run past him and Dook and they got out of the alley way. They walked backed to the house and saw no one there. Griffen walked up his steps and looked in the door. They had been inside his house. He walked in and surveyed what they had done. They had wrecked his whole house. The first sigh of people since the sickness and they attack him? He didnt understand who they were or what they were. Griffen sat down and then the pounding on the door started. Griffen jumped and back away from the door. Then he heard footsteps from the back door. Griffen walked into the hallway and saw one of those people stranded in his hous lost. He was walking towards the open back door when Griffen saw him. He turned towards him and Griffen could see it was his neighbor, Johnny Fisher. "JOHN!" Griffen ran to him and hugged him. Then the most shocking thing happend. John bit his arm with all his force. Griffen yelled and pushed John off. Blood was dripping form Johns lips and Griffen backed up. "What has happend to all of you?" Then John charged Griffen. He hit Griffen with all his force and it pulled Griffens shirt up. Griffen couldnt see anything his shirt was over his eyes. He swung his arms widley and struck John with one of ths pistols. John fell on his back and Griffen pulled his shirt from his eyes. But when he did John was almost out the door. Realizing something was wrong here, he shot John in the back and he fell out the back door and down the steps. Griffen walked over to his body and examined it then drug it back in the house. Chapter 3 Griffen learned more about the odd people after he gunned down John. He did learn these people were the infected the ones who got the virus. Thus, they were dead. They were the walking dead, but Griffen also learned he was immune to the virus or when that man bit him he would have got it. Griffen examined the body of the man daily and figured out that the germ inside them was very contagious. The knock on Griffens door was silent but Dook's ears flinged up at once. Griffen looked over at the door and another knock came. It was as if the knocker had no more strength and was using the last of it to knock. Griffen stood up slowly and grabbed his two handguns. He took his time on each step as he walked over towards the door. He gripped the door handle just as the last knock came and he opened the door. A women came tumbling into his arms. She must have been leaning againt the door and fell once Griffen opened it. He did not get a good look at the women or had would have fainted at once. But he is grateful he did not faint at once cause that means he might have left the door open and they could have got in. But once he turned the women over he saw her face. He dropped her to the ground and stumbled back falling onto his wooden table and breaking it. He cringed back farther and put his hand to his mouth. "No, no no." He mutterd as he cowerd back. He had dropped the guns when she fell in and now he had nothing to protect himself. The womens eyes met his and she began to crawl slowly after him. "Oh my god" He said as he saw her crawling. She finally reached him and began to crawl up his chest. Griffen closed his eyes when she reached his face and kept on muttering to himself, "Your not real, your not real, your not real." She opened her mouth to scream in his face and he shoved off of him and grabbed a pistol. She fell back to her knees and stared up at him. He closed his eyes as he shot the women she cringed back to her back. He fell to his knees and cried. There on the ground lay his wife dead for the second time. When Griffens wife came back from the dead he knew it was the virus that caused it. He held one of the guns in his right hand and wanderd why he didnt just shoot himself. He wonderd why he still lived, there was nothing to live for so why was he? Maybe he thought he could create a cure for this virus, maybe he could cure the people with it. But that wouldnt help because once he cured them they were dead anyways. It was one in the morning and Dook was sleeping on the couch. He didnt know what date it was because he ripped down the calender a while ago and threw it outside in anger. But when he went out and looked for it, it was gone. Griffen sat in a chair with the body of John on a table in front of him in the kitchen. He was examining some blood drawn from the body. He was so mad at himself for shooting his wife, he was in the heat of the moment and he was confused. He had a glass cup in his hand and anger overcome him. He threw down the glass and it shatterd into peices. He threw back the chair he was sitting in and trampled outside. He ran into the middle of the street and held out his arms. "WHY, WHY DID YOU PICK ME IN LIVE THREW THIS WHOLE THING?" He yelled. "COME ON WHY?" Then he heard the footsteps. He turned around swiftly and was face to face with a man. He heard a ruff beard and toned out muscles. Griffen turned to run and the man grabbed his shirt and pulled him back. As he was pulled back the man hit him in the face with a huge hand. Griffen hit the ground hard and immiedetly kicked the big mans knee in. The man screamed and fell back. Griffen came up to his knees and a women was right on top of him. Her knee came in contact with his chin and he came off his knees. He fell back to his back and saw the women stomp on his shin. Griffen screamed in pain and pulled up to hold his hurt leg. Now there were people all around him. He got up with a limp and hit the women in the face and she fell with a thump. He bumped a man and Griffen uppercut him in the chin. He ran with a small limp to his house when a man jumped on his back. Griffen fell face first into the sidewalk. The man was punching his back when Griffen threw him off his back. Thats when he heard the growling, Griffen looked up and saw Dook on the first step of his house. Dook jumped off the porch and landed on a man. The man fell to the ground and began to rip away at his neck. Dook tore away the skin and the man began to bleed to death. Griffen was up now and was yelling for Dook to come back. Dook had just turned around to come back when a man with a thick black jacket on and a long blade stomped on his back breaking his spinal cord. "NOOO" Griffen yelled as he ran inside and grabbed his machine gun. He came outside and the men was about to pick the dog up when Griffen let out a long burst of the gun. He hit just about everyone surrounding the dogs body. Griffen could still hear Dook whimpering. "NOOOOO" Griffen yelled out one more time as he jumped down the steps and began beating everysingle one of them with his gun. "YOU FUCKERS!" Griffen yelled as he pummled more and more of them. Griffen felt the most anger againt these things more then he has ever hated anything in his lfie. He killed almost all of them, when the rest ran away. Griffen dropped the gun and dropped to his knees next to the dog. He silently began to cry and he picked up the dog with both arms and walked back inside the house. He laid the dog on the couch and went and got some water. He put it next to the dog and he did not drink it. "Oh my god no, no god you cant do this to me." He rubbed the dog and felt his spine it was completly broken apart. "No." He felt for a pulse and it was gone. He felt a tear crawl down his cheek and then more came and then he jerked himself up form the couch and yelled, "NOO!" He grabbed the machine gun and jerked open the door. They were back dozens of them. He fired the gun widley at them and saw their bodies jerking. One came running at him and he shot it in the head. Then more came and he shot all of them. He shot every one of them. He slaugherd the kids who rushed at him, he killed everysingle man, women, and child. Then when there was no more he cringed back inside the house. He saw the dog and began to sob. He fell to his knees next to the dogs body and fell asleep in that position. Chapter 4 Griffen Nevel ended up burying Dook's body and he cried over it for a very long time. He never forgot about that dog but he did figure out the people only came out at night and he also figured out they sleep in the morning. He killed them when he found one. He went hunting during they day for them he never did find the one who killed Dook but he kept on looking. He studied the disease for months and never found a cure. He searched and searched but couldnt find anything. He finally gave up on the disease and worried about the people coming at night. They came every single night to get him, like they thought he would eventully come out. But he never gave up that easily, he fought them sometime but then he stopped because he thought he was wasting ammo. It was night and Griffen laid on the couch almost drunk when he rememberd he had a radio in his bedroom. He ran up and got it then he plugged it in down stairs. He left it on for three hours and sat in front of it and nothing happend the whole time. He was almost asleep when a song blew on. It was as loud as can be and scary as hell. Griffen slowly brought his head up and listend to, "Weve Only Just Begun" By The Carpenters. He knew the people had aired it, that means they know he has it. Which means there watching him. Griffen turned his head both ways and looked out the windows. If they came in here he would be toast the only defense he has are the three guns. The streets were empty and his yard was also empty. He moved bakc from the window and grabbed a handgun. He pointed it at the radio and shot it. It exploded into peices and they flung across the room. He put the gun down and looked around. He sighed and sat on the couch. He hated this thing called living, but he went on anyways, he still didnt know why. Then he thought of something. His daughter. She was still alive out there somewhere. She cant be that far, there has to be a living person out there with the disease. Then Griffn realized the cure for the disease. He hated how much of an idiot he was, how stupid he was for not finding it out so early. His blood was the cure, maybe if he cooled the body tempeture and injected his blood into a infected body it was go back to normal. Yes some of them are dead, but not everyone died of the disease, maybe some of them lived and now face some of the symptons. He jumped up and ran outside, he the two handguns just incase it got bad. It was dark as can be and three people were outside. They saw him and stopped what they were doing. "Stop dont be scared of me. I need to ask you something." He didnt know if they understood then they straighted up. "Have you seen my little daughter. I know you want to kill me but...ANSWER ME GOD DANMIT!" They coward back for a second then stood back up. He aimed the guns at them and they still just stared. "Are you dead or alive?" But they still did not answer. He shot all three of them. He went back inside got on his jacket, machine gun and extra ammo. Tonight might be the night he die, but he would die with a fight. He had to find his daughter. He went outside holding the two handguns and saw two men staring at the three dead bodies. They looked at him when he came out. He shot both of them. He walked over to the garage and opened it. He got in his car and backed up. He hit one of them as he came out and then he turned right and went down the street. He thought he could tell the live ones form the dead ones. The live ones looked better then the dead ones did. He spotted a good looking ones and he got out of the car. He stepped in from of him and asked, "Have you seen my daughter?" The man stared at him and then charged him. The man hit him hard and Griffen fell down. But Griffen was right back on his feet. When the man came at him again Griffen took him down. Griffen fell on top of him and held him down, "LISTEN TO ME I KNOW YOU CAN TALK, SO ANSWER ME! DANMIT!" Griffen hit him in the face and thens tuck the barrel in his mouth. "Answer me." he whisperd. Then the man talked. "Ok ok, no I havnt seen her but Ive heard of another person alive." Griffens eyes got wide and then he stood up. "Are you good? Why do all of you want to kill me?" The man got up and dusted himself off. "Because your scary as hell." The man said backing up. "No please dont run. I am so alone and so afraid of you." Then the man sent a look behind Griffen and Griffen swiftly turned around and saw them. They were everywhere. This was a trick. "Oh my god. You sonabitch." Griffen said to the man he had met earlier. There were the diseased people everywhere. They were all dead. "You wont get me without a fight." Then Griffen turned around and shot the man behind him. He fell down dead, again. The dead ones came rushing at him and Griffen began firing shots into the midst hitting random targets. He turned around to run and hit more people. He eblowed the man in front of him and ran to his car. Someone grabbed him and Griffen threw him off. Griffen jumped in his car and locked the doors. He set the car in drive when the passenger seat window blew in. A hand came in reaching for him, Griffen held it down and shot it three times. He reloaded both guns and then drove away. When he got around the corner he hit a brick wall of people. They were all dead. He kept on going full speed and kept on driving. He didnt stop until he got to a gas station when he hurried up and filled up. He jumped back in and began to cry. Then he saw out again to find his daughter. He drove until day light and then he drove back to his house. He got there at twelve in the afternoon and almost starting sobbing agiain when he saw the house. It was wrecked to hell. He went inside and saw the damage. They had caught everything on fire and things were still smoldering. He was lucky the house didnt catch fire. There was a message on the wall, JUST SURRENDUR. But next to it was a dead body and then he noticed there were everywhere its not the tihngs inisde that were burnt there were bodies burnt. They were the bodies of dead diseased people. Griffen didnt understand who did this if the dead bodies were burnt? Then it came to him, the live ones knew the dead ones were going to attack him so, the live ones waited until the dead ones chased after Griffen and attacked his house. Then the dead ones came back and the alive people killed all the dead ones. There was a war going on here and Griffen Nevel was stuck right in the middle. Chapter 5 As night neared Griffen Nevel went to the gun store and got more ammo for his three guns. He didnt worry about getting another gun, all he needed was ammo for the guns he had. He got home at five-thirty, right on time. He had fixed up his house and recontructed it. He boared up the house, locked up the doors and put barriers of metal in his front lawn. The metal was lined up in his front yard, he stacked up strips of metal to make a wal about five feet high, he put concrete slabs behind them to make sure it didnt fall. He put chicken wire on top of it so they woulnt climb it. For some reason Griffen didnt know, the two sides wanted him. They were terrifeid of him, he was the last one left that didnt have the disease, and they were also scared of him because he kills the living and the dead. He can walkin daylight and that scares them. He knew he had to fight, but one time of those sides are going to win, and the winning side is going to come in here and get him. He suspected the living would win, because they thought better, they thought things threw. The dead just went and fought. Thats why Griffen could kill them so easily, they never brought weapons, they just came to fight. Griffen had never faced, he has never even seen the living. Thats why he thought that one man was alive, beacuse he doesnt know what they look like. Griffen was ready no matter what, but he was till plotting over whether he wanted to fight or let them take him. When they came he would decide how they were equipped if they had weapons he would let them take him, if they didnt he would fight until the end. The fighting started at eleven AM. There were about ten dead ones in front of Griffens house when six men showed up . Six men in black suits, each with a neat twelve inch blade in their hands. One of the six was the man who had kileld Dook. The six walked over to the dead grabbed each one by the back of their necks and slid the blade into their throat. The blade went in end and out the other. The men in black suits did this to every dead ones they saw. Then they looked at Griffens house. Griffen stumbled back from the window he was looking out. Griffen went back to the window and looked out, the six men now had machine guns out and were shuffling towards the middle of the street. More dead were coming to help. The six shot down everysingle dead that came at them, then when it seemed all the dead were gone about three dozen of the dead came around the corner. Griffen's eyes got huge as the dead came swarming at the men in black. The men in black somehow shot down everysingle one of the dead. Then the six grabbed some kinda of phone and spoke into it. Then about one hundred of the living came around the corner. Griffen couldnt belive his eyes he saw all men and women in black stomp all over the dead. They all had either a blade or a gun. "No." Griffen said shaking his head. He backed away from the window and thought, I cant fight that many. Griffen grabbed his machine gun and two handguns. He put two handguns in his pants and the fully loaded machine gun rested in his hands. He knew they would call him out and he wouldnt come, so they would come in and get him. But they didnt call him out, they hit the door with something hard and then they hit it again. On the third hit the dar burst open and three men in black stood there. For the few seconds Griffen saw them he was discusted. There faces were pitch gray and had almost no facial expressions. Then one yelled, "Hes got a gun." Griffen pulled up the gun and fired shots into the three men. There bodies jerked as the bullets hit them. Then Griffen heard the back door breaking in. Griffen cut for the garage door when the men came in the back. Griffen threw the garage door shut and got in his car. He started it and put it in reverse. He heard them yelling and screaming outside. He pulled the car out of the garage smashing the garage door and hitting a few of the people in black. Griffen put the car in drive and drove off in the other direction. He heard the people screaming after him to come back. But he got to a park when he stopped and thought what just happend. He turned the keys in the ignition to turn off the car and sat there. When he looked out the drivers window he saw the other side of the park and it looked safe. He rested his head on the streeting wheel when he heard the noise. It was a rumbling sound as if a stampede of animals were running. Griffen slowly brought his head off the wheel and looked out the drivers window. Out across the park were thousands of living people. His eys got wide. They were all running at him. They were going to hit the car. He reached for the keys and turned them in the ignition. But nothing happend. The fuel gage was at E and he was a sitting duck. He went to get out of the car but he thought it would be safer to stay in here. He grabbed his machine gun, smashed the window with te butt of it and aimed the gun out of it. He started firing into the crowd but it didnt seem to be doing anything. When the people were about five feet from his car, he cringed back ready for the impact. When they hit the car, it flung sideways and landed on its side and kept on rolling. When it came to a rest, Griffen looked around and realized they were coming for him. He grabbed his machine gun which was now on the ceiling and pulled himself out of the car. He got out holding the gun and ran in the oppisite direction from the creatures. But they were much faster, one of them hit him from the back and he fell down. They were around him at once, Griffen stood up with the gun in his hands. He knew he was going to die at this moment, it was his end. The man in a thick black jacket stepped forward and finally confronted Griffen. It was the man who had killed Dook. Griffens eyes got wide and he raised the machine gun. Griffen shot the man in the chest and he fell down. "You sonofabitch. You killed the last thing I cared about." Then another male came in and shoved him violently back. "Get your fuckin hands off me." Griffen raised the machine gun and aimed it around at everyone around him. The man in the thick black jacket stepped forward and knocked the machine gun out of his hands. Griffen just stared forward. Then the man leaned in to his ear and screamed. "You things dont scare me. The only thing to fear is fear itself." Then thats when the hoarde of dead ones came. They came crashing into the middle where Griffen was and started killing all the live ones. Griffen broke out of the circle and began to run. Griffen had picked up his machine gun before he left. A few of the dead ones flanked him but he killed them. When Griffen looked back everything was one fire. Griffen turned back around and the leader, the man with the thick black jacket, the killer of Dook stood in front of him. Griffen attempted tp tackel him but the man flipped him over. Griffen stomped on the mans ankel and got back up. Griffen then hit the man with the butt of his machine gun. But nothing seemed to affect it. The big man threw Griffen across the street onto the sidewalk and stomped after him. Then behind the leader, Griffen saw that one of the dead men had three dogs on leashes. They were the infected dogs. The dead man let the dogs go and they came crashing onto the leader of the living. They chewed at the leader until he threw him off and began to walk at Griffen again. Then more of the living were behind him. Griffen rasied his hands and yelled, "Stop I can fix it, I can help, LET ME SAVE YOU. I CAN SAVE EVEYONE!" But they marched on. "PLEASE I FOUND THE CURE!" Griffen pulled out a syringe in his pocket he had just in case. He pulled out some blood from his body and held it up. "THIS IS THE CURE, PLEASE LET ME SAVE YOU!" Then Griffen looked to his right and saw a spare gas tank hooked up to a house. Griffen grabbed his machine gun, took his blood and rolled it into the street, hopefully it survived the blast. Griffen put the barrel of his machine gun to the tank, said, "All you had to do was let me save you, but no." And fired his machine gun, blowing the tank up and killing himself and all the other living ones. i dont have word for sorry for the mispelled words im sorry i did not meen to post this in jokes and riddles sorry

Is there anyone out there? Thats the name of my story -- I'm writing a book. Please read this first chapter, please it would mean so much. I'm sorry its long but I need to know if its good enough for later on publishing! Chapter One -- One day, an ordinary typical 15 year old girl was anxiously waiting for her last class to end, because of course it's Spring Break! Announcements come on and shes patiently sitting doodling in her notebook trying to wait until the voices disappear from the P.A. Finally! Everyone is like a herd of animals, scrambling out of the class room to enjoy they're spring break. Now this "ordinary, typical 15 year old girl" well she couldn't be more excited just like everyone else, except one thing. Friends. Where are her friends? She is so caring and supportive, and not to mention thoughtful. She get's ignored most of the time, and I would say she has many more aquantinces then friends. This girl, does she even know what friends really are? She just looks for someone to talk to, hang out with. Spring Break, and she has no plans. She never has plans. She walks in the hallways looking at all the distant faces catch up to her and pass her. Sometimes she asks, do they stare at me for I am ugly? Or do they stare at me for my appearnce lacks in almost everything. Well schools over and she has a whole week to do anything she wants -- well, not exactly anything but you get my point. Monday she heads for New York to visit her grandfather and she is estatic, she can't wait to get out of Massachusettes. I mean seriously, the name even brings bore to ones ears! But now its only 2:15 and she is here for 2 more hours until her next ride. She asks an "aquintance" for a ride home, but the girl said for its best if she just waits for her own ride since she has to get her eyebrows waxed promplty at 4:00. Jeese, that girl was being a little inconsiderate don't you think? Well anyway, since she has no ride until 4:00 what does she do for those 120 minutes of casual free time? Well, mostly everyone is gone, out enjoying there first day of Spring Break. The library where computer labs are stored are closed and theres no one around. She heads outside and sits on the concrete cool steps. Sitting there with her iPod plugged in her ears silently singing along to her favorite mix she starts to get sweaty from the sun beating down on her face. She sulks around school wishing she had some real friends. She's usually always lonely or alone so it's not like this was any suprise for her. She then see's her "use to be bestfriend forever" with her new cliche of Varsity Tracksters. Enjoy slurpees and laughing outside is watch she caught glimpse of. She sort of missed that, being friends. Once she saw her see her looking at them from the corner she turned away and went back to the upper level of school. She then snapped out of that thought of her old friend because now here is she and she can't go back and change anything because what was done is over with and gone. She heads back up the stairway, only the 5th time in the past half hour. Pacing around the hallways trying to waste time in a weird but casual manner. In front of her face was the solid thick door holding up a Womens Bathroom sign. As peculiar as this sounds, the restroom was always there for her. She'd walk in and catch glimpes at her face, but she didn't go in there just to look at herself. For this girl hated herself more then anyone could know. The images she saw reflect back into her eyes gave her disgust and sadness. Who is this girl? Her thin brittle curly hair and pimples covered up by the wrong colored foundation. Eyeshadow in all sorts of colors, just clumped together to maybe hopefully minimize the size of her huge brown eyes. Not only does she critcize her image daily, more then on a usual basis like typical teens, but the two things that depress her more each day is her nose and her height. 15 years old and shes only standing at 5'1 with a skinny figure, sometimes being secretly talked about because she looks anerxic. And that nose? Well it could have its own name as well. It only covered most of her face and its structure was absurd and unruly. It hangs long and wide sort of like an elephants nose or pinnoichio's. She can't manage to look at herself for more then 3 minutes at most because of this digusting reflection staring back at her. So the only thing that comforts her is sitting inside the bathroom stall. It's odd isn't it. She sits there and takes out a pen and paper and jots down her feelings while still listening to her favorite mix on her iPod. Sometimes if shes that hopeless she'll take out a book to take her mind to a different state of being, some place better then where she is now. But then she stops and thinks to herself, "what the hell am I doing? I'm sitting here all by myself, not to mention I'm sitting in a bathroom stall!" She wants to cry herself until she is completely numb. The hollow space in her heart just keeps shriveling every second that goes by. Is it because her Dad disappeared and left her without goodbyes at nine years old, and doesn't care about her at all? Or maybe its the fact her mother is a hopeless romantic and falls for every guy she meets and she left her and her brother for a boyfriend? It might as well could be that her little brother never gets to brighten her face with a smile because they don't see eachother much. Or it could be the fact she's been under the guardianship of her grandparents for countless years because her mother made bad choices and her father gave up and left. Maybe its because the only one guy she ever truly loved never loved her in return but hid his real feelings and they missed out on a chance at a true relationship? Is it the 18 months that she's been depressed because his distant face is no longer visible in the crowd of strangers? She's almost ready to burst into confession and say how she's so sorry for everything but what would she do that for? She believes in the hope of God and heaven but why do people have to deal with the bad deck of cards in life? Is there no good outlook in the end for them? So she takes her pen, her only friend and writes. She could write for hours at end so she takes her time, sitting in the bathroom stall, writing. Suddenly she is disrupted by a outburst of knocks. She takes her notebook, and iPod and quickly stuffs it in her bag. It's only the lady ganitor -- but it was definetely an akward and embarassing situation. She leaves the bathroom, her only comfort and security at school. She walks past her locker and grabs her jacket and then looks out the windows surrounding the hallway. She sees the Lacrosse team running and struggling to catch the flying ball rapidly pace throughout the air. It reminds her of what she feels like -- she's running just like them, but she's ending up no where and she too is struggling, struggling but ending up in the same situation she was in before. She then heads down the stairway, adding up to a 6th time today. She walks back over to the footsteps of the front building and slowly sits herself down while hiding her disgraceful appearance. She looks into the distance and see's the light aqua grand marque pull up into the parking lot, her grandmother's finally here.. Arguments arise and her and her old and distant "best friend forever" hop in the car ready to start their vacation. Sad by the way her last 2 hours were spent roaming throughout the hallways and silently writing in the bathroom stall she gets in the car and stares at the rear view mirror. What a dismaying appearance she thinks to herself, and then she see's her old "best friend forever"in the back looking right at her, so then she looks away. She finally reaches home and she goes right up to her bedroom and enjoys the collage of serenity and oceans displayed on her walls. She feels finally atleast free and safe of worries --- for now anyway. But there once again the mirror leans against her wall -- not one mirror but many. Three to be exact. And she walks to each mirror taking a glimpse of her disgraceful appearance. She knows she will only get more depressed if she keeps staring at this girl in the mirror -- this girl she barley even knows or understands. So she takes a few steps back and turns away. For this shiny image of flaws does not satisfy her in anway at all. She then takes a look at her guitar collecting dust in the black case, she always tried to learn the basic chords but her fingers did not comply with the notes she wanted to accomplish. So for now, the acoustic guitar sits in the corner under the beautiful fake palm tree in the corner of her room. She walks over to her bed, and lays on the soft cotton of her bed sheet and rests her head on her pillow. And that is where the dream began -- or should I say reality, and that is when you find out that this girl is me.

comments please. thank you? The Take Over Knowledge is gorgeous Simply beautiful to see a youngster neck deep in a book The pursuit of wisdom is never a given Motivation is an ingredient that is paramount to any other Books become friends that find a place deep within you Libraries become sanctuaries for literary religion Molding young minds to respect the gift of time Not everyone has the chance to open this lovely present Too locked down by a society that places pop culture on a pedestal We need to tear down these walls of ignorance Books provide a safe haven for those training for the take over Words become sentences that form paragraphs of possibilities Let’s walk the streets and speak of the beauty that knowledge possesses I scan the pages of our history trying to locate a recipe to cook up hope Providing a piece of peace and quiet to the youth gets them excited A break from the everyday chaos is good for the body and mind In time even those afraid to grow will learn to read the hidden words We’re going to train minds like soldiers to prepare for the take over We’re going to be three hundred million strong as we move along We’ll drop literary bombs from above As we infiltrate the system with hand picked wisdom Steady to the beat of rhythmic feet as we dive in deep The take over is in full effect Deployment of knowledge has begun And we’re not stopping to the fading of the sun Welcome to the take over

why did the government raid this guys home ? A 9/11 toxic dust whistleblower, a ground zero hero and one of the individuals influential in the release of documents proving a government cover-up that deliberately put police, firemen and rescue personel at risk, has been raided by a New York SWAT team - who ransacked his home for three hours after he was arrested. Major Mike McCormack is a hospital technician and civil air patrol pilot who worked the ground zero site for eight days after the collapse of the twin towers. He is one of the real heroes of 9/11 and was the man who found the American flag that was later displayed as a token of unity atop the rubble. Within hours McCormack was coughing up black mucus and within days he was coughing up blood as the toxic dust that was deliberately covered up by the EPA poisoned his lungs along with all the other rescue workers, police and firemen who were being used in photo ops by Bush and his cronies while their very livelihoods were being endangered by a government cover-up. McCormack now suffers from an extreme respiratory sensitivity, has a 5-millimeter metal nodule in one lung and has been forced to give up his passion of scuba diving. McCormack is part of an organization lobbying Congress to demand a response from the federal government to the toxic dust cover-up and just compensation for the heroes of 9/11 who were deserted by their own government while the Bush administration had the audacity to use the attacks to fulfil a pre-determined political agenda by exploiting the unity created by the events of that day. McCormack now describes himself as "permanently ill" as a result of the "death sentence" that was imposed on him via the toxic dust cover-up and sees it as only a matter of time before he "takes the dirt nap," just as some of his friends who worked with him at ground zero have already done. McCormack currently occupies a high position of employment in security with the federal government which at the moment he prefers not to divulge. He has many friends who were affected by the ground zero toxic dust, including New York City police and state troopers. McCormack was part of the anniversary ceremonies on September 11 2006 and provided many hand-shaking photo-ops for numerous politicians, before returning to his family home in Pennsylvania that night. McCormack returned to his New York home the next morning in preparation to visit ground zero once again. On the morning of September 12, McCormack's tenant opened the door to see half a dozen detectives outside who began asking questions and demanding to search the building. The detectives didn't have a warrant and needed McCormack's signature to conduct the search. Having nothing to hide and wanting to assist the police, McCormack signed the paper and the detectives entered the house. "Three minutes later as I'm walking out of my office with one of the detectives, I have a federal SWAT team that comes in....men in black and all of a sudden they have 9 millimeter handguns and MP5 machine guns aimed at my head," McCormack told the Alex Jones Show. McCormack was ordered to leave the building as the 15-strong Darth Vader like SWAT team members verbally abused him and commenced ransacking his house for up to three hours "like a cyclone." The reason for the raid was said to be as a result of a complaint that the odor of chemicals was smelled coming from the house. McCormack was essentially being treated as a potential terrorist. McCormack had mistakenly left a legally owned unloaded gun in the trunk of his car before traveling back from Pennsylvania. Thinking that the 48 hour out of state law applied he planned to return the gun to Pennsylvania the next day. Not wanting to take the gun down to ground zero he felt the safest place to put it would be the house. The gun was subsequently discovered by the SWAT team. Through a selectively enforced loophole McCormack is now being charged with illegal possession of a weapon because he took the gun out of state. "The detective who arrested me told me that he had actually seen my photo in New York Newsday that past Thursday - he knew that I was a ground zero hero and the bottom line is finding that weapon unloaded - running the numbers - knowing the gun was legal if he was a decent human being he would have said 'give me 24 hours I will mail it to your house in Pennsylvania where it's legal - you have your permit'," said McCormack. During the course of the raid, the SWAT team members and detectives interrogated McCormack on his possession of gas masks and biochemical protection suits, despite the fact that these are standard inventory for an individual in McCormack's line of work and despite diplomas hanging on his wall describing government training in biochemical casualty programs. The SWAT team also accused McCormack of making chemicals in his barbeque grill. McCormack's tenant, who questioned the officials' behavior during the raid, was "taken to federal jail and nobody has heard from him since," according to McCormack.

want to see what my senator wrote ME? Dear Linda: Thank you for writing me regarding immigration policy. I share your belief that our current immigration laws should be reformed. I have heard from constituents on both sides of this issue, all of whom make passionate arguments. I have concluded that we must pass comprehensive, compassionate reform that reaffirms the rule of law and brings the undocumented population out of hiding through an earned path to citizenship. I worked with Senator Martinez (R-FL) on an editorial published in the Wall Street Journal on December 15, 2005 that argues for comprehensive reform (see enclosure). We also sent a letter to the Senate Judiciary Committee making much the same argument. In my view, the principles put forth by Senators McCain and Kennedy in their bill, S. 1033, created the right foundation for a permanent solution. Senators McCain and Kennedy argue that immigration problems in our country require a three-pronged response: 1) strengthen border security; 2) establish a path to legalization that includes fines and adherence to the rule of law for immigrants and their families who may have entered the United States illegally but are now contributing and responsible members of society; and, 3) create a "guest worker" program whereby American businesses can temporarily recruit foreign workers for jobs that American workers cannot or refuse to fill. Because I agree with that framework, I have co-sponsored the McCain/Kennedy bill, and I can assure you that I will continue to work with Senators Kennedy and McCain and my Senate colleagues to push comprehensive immigration reform. The areas where Senator Martinez and I would like to strengthen the McCain-Kennedy proposal include more specific improvements in border enforcement as well as making it mandatory for employers to use a new, efficient, electronic system for verifying the legality of their workers. Going forward, a new guestworker system should pay people fairly in order to avoid pushing wages down. We believe a functional, fair guestworker program would discourage illegal immigration. But let me be clear. Like our nation's religious and civil rights communities, I oppose enforcement-only approaches like Rep. Sensenbrenner's bill, H.R. 4437. I also oppose the construction of a fence or wall along the U.S.-Mexico border because it would be too expensive, ineffective, and hurt our relations with Mexico. The fence proposed in H.R. 4437 would run 698 miles at a cost of at least $3.2 billion. The House bill was opposed by the U.S. Chamber of Commerce, the AFL-CIO, U.S. Conference of Catholic Bishops, American Jewish Committee, and over 200 other faith-based, business, labor, religious, local governments, civil rights, and ethnic groups. The common denominator of their opposition and mine is that the bill would have a profoundly negative impact on workers, on businesses, on families, and on local communities without making the country safer or fixing any part of the broken immigration system. The President and Congress must look at immigration reform in a comprehensive manner to guarantee not just that enforcement and border security are enhanced but also that all workers, including immigrant and “guest” workers, are treated fairly and are afforded basic labor protections, and that work is rewarded and families are united. I fought for these principles when I spoke on the floor and offered amendments during the recent Senate debate on this issue, and I will continue to urge my Senate colleagues to pass comprehensive immigration reform as soon as possible. I look forward to working with the people of Illinois, my colleagues in Congress, and the President on these issues during my time in Washington. Together I am confident that we will be able to shape immigration policies that benefit both new immigrants and American citizens. Again, thank you for contacting me. Please stay in touch on this or any other issue of concern. Sincerely, Barack Obama United States Senator P.S. Our system does not allow direct response to this email. However, if you would like to contact me again, please use the form on the website: http://obama.senate.gov/contact/ Stay up to date with Barack's work in the Senate and on issues of importance to Illinois. Subscribe to the weekly podcast here: http://obama.senate.gov/podcast/ oh princASS u never seem to amaze me w/ur ignorance r u sure ur not just jealous of my intellectual capabilities? Hmmm! too bad i feel too sorry for u to take u seriously. nice try, u fool no one w/ur lies sweetie!!

Any Opinions out there...? "I Didn't Do It" Daddy don't hurt me, I'm only so small, Daddy don't be angry I didn't to it at all. I'm hiding right now, Pressed up against the wall, Praying to God That's not his call. Into my room, Red in the face, Daddy don't hurt me Don't hit me with the broom. He's gone once more, Leaving me beaten and broken, With tears running down my face, Whether it's over, I'm not so sure. The car pulls out again, And for now I'm safe Till Daddy comes home The hell starts again. Daddy don't hurt me I swear it wasn't my fault Daddy just please don't, It wasn't my fault, can't you see? And now there's no regret For right now I lie in peace, Today was the day I found my release. Daddy killed me That one fateful night He got into a state That I just couldn't fight. ♥ ♥ ♥ ~To all abused children out there, with much love to my friends Scott and Hannah~ Constructive comments would be helpful.

Can You Answer My Questions? what is the purpouse of life, will time be tender to our deaths and memories and acheivements or are we fooling ourselves, leaving hope in our hearts as if to give a eternal purpouse to our lives as suffering beings in the cold, dismal spirals of life? is everything the truth, are we being lied to. who is the true savior and who is the devil in disguise. do i have a reason to be paranoid, the world is paranoid upon itself, nothing is safe from prying eyes or ears planted on the walls. in the end will we all just be lab rats to which the government experiment upon, keeping the truth from us, telling us all lies, will we be nothing but mindless robots doing the biddings of corrupt capitalists and republicans? will there be true equality for the communists? is god out there? is he/she not disapointed that we all live in sin be it our vices or habits that leave us morally scared and psychologicaly deprived? is metropolis the void of thought and life as an individual, as free men? where is gods country? are we all devils in gods counrty? are there trully good people, are we all headed to a age of chaos? are we on a world that have no limits? does it mean nothing can stop the evil that comes from true freedom? is liberty dead? how can everyone sleep at night with all of the things, the secrets hidden by the higher powers are conjuring their plans and creating their dominion? is the U.S looking for the new world order as said on the dollar bill? which political superpower in the world are masons? freemasons? illuminati? Novus Ordo Seclorum? World War III? End of the world?

China: From Death Camp to Civilization. Why very limited power to government is crucial? Mao unknown story?

Hello, poem help please!!!? Could you help me to interpret the meaning/analyze this song/poem? A winter's day In a deep and dark December; I am alone, Gazing from my window to the streets below On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow. I am a rock, I am an island. I've built walls, A fortress deep and mighty, That none may penetrate. I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain. It's laughter and it's loving I disdain. I am a rock, I am an island. Don't talk of love, But I've heard the words before; It's sleeping in my memory. I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died. If I never loved I never would have cried. I am a rock, I am an island. I have my books And my poetry to protect me; I am shielded in my armor, Hiding in my room, safe within my womb. I touch no one and no one touches me. I am a rock, I am an island. And a rock feels no pain; And an island never cries. Thanks a lot! dude I didn't right the poem lol

what you think about these 48 laws of power? dont have to read all of it. its alot.? Law 1 Never Outshine the Master Always make those above you feel comfortably superior. In your desire to please or impress them, do not go too far in displaying your talents or you might accomplish the opposite – inspire fear and insecurity. Make your masters appear more brilliant than they are and you will attain the heights of power. Law 2 Never put too Much Trust in Friends, Learn how to use Enemies Be wary of friends-they will betray you more quickly, for they are easily aroused to envy. They also become spoiled and tyrannical. But hire a former enemy and he will be more loyal than a friend, because he has more to prove. In fact, you have more to fear from friends than from enemies. If you have no enemies, find a way to make them. Law 3 Conceal your Intentions Keep people off-balance and in the dark by never revealing the purpose behind your actions. If they have no clue what you are up to, they cannot prepare a defense. Guide them far enough down the wrong path, envelope them in enough smoke, and by the time they realize your intentions, it will be too late. Law 4 Always Say Less than Necessary When you are trying to impress people with words, the more you say, the more common you appear, and the less in control. Even if you are saying something banal, it will seem original if you make it vague, open-ended, and sphinxlike. Powerful people impress and intimidate by saying less. The more you say, the more likely you are to say something foolish. Law 5 So Much Depends on Reputation – Guard it with your Life Reputation is the cornerstone of power. Through reputation alone you can intimidate and win; once you slip, however, you are vulnerable, and will be attacked on all sides. Make your reputation unassailable. Always be alert to potential attacks and thwart them before they happen. Meanwhile, learn to destroy your enemies by opening holes in their own reputations. Then stand aside and let public opinion hang them. Law 6 Court Attention at all Cost Everything is judged by its appearance; what is unseen counts for nothing. Never let yourself get lost in the crowd, then, or buried in oblivion. Stand out. Be conspicuous, at all cost. Make yourself a magnet of attention by appearing larger, more colorful, more mysterious, than the bland and timid masses. Law 7 Get others to do the Work for you, but Always Take the Credit Use the wisdom, knowledge, and legwork of other people to further your own cause. Not only will such assistance save you valuable time and energy, it will give you a godlike aura of efficiency and speed. In the end your helpers will be forgotten and you will be remembered. Never do yourself what others can do for you. Law 8 Make other People come to you – use Bait if Necessary When you force the other person to act, you are the one in control. It is always better to make your opponent come to you, abandoning his own plans in the process. Lure him with fabulous gains – then attack. You hold the cards. Law 9 Win through your Actions, Never through Argument Any momentary triumph you think gained through argument is really a Pyrrhic victory: The resentment and ill will you stir up is stronger and lasts longer than any momentary change of opinion. It is much more powerful to get others to agree with you through your actions, without saying a word. Demonstrate, do not explicate. Law 10 Infection: Avoid the Unhappy and Unlucky You can die from someone else’s misery – emotional states are as infectious as disease. You may feel you are helping the drowning man but you are only precipitating your own disaster. The unfortunate sometimes draw misfortune on themselves; they will also draw it on you. Associate with the happy and fortunate instead. Law 11 Learn to Keep People Dependent on You To maintain your independence you must always be needed and wanted. The more you are relied on, the more freedom you have. Make people depend on you for their happiness and prosperity and you have nothing to fear. Never teach them enough so that they can do without you. Law 12 Use Selective Honesty and Generosity to Disarm your Victim One sincere and honest move will cover over dozens of dishonest ones. Open-hearted gestures of honesty and generosity bring down the guard of even the most suspicious people. Once your selective honesty opens a hole in their armor, you can deceive and manipulate them at will. A timely gift – a Trojan horse – will serve the same purpose. Law 13 When Asking for Help, Appeal to People’s Self-Interest, Never to their Mercy or Gratitude If you need to turn to an ally for help, do not bother to remind him of your past assistance and good deeds. He will find a way to ignore you. Instead, uncover something in your request, or in your alliance with him, that will benefit him, and emphasize it out of all proportion. He will respond enthusiastically when he sees something to be gained for himself. Law 14 Pose as a Friend, Work as a Spy Knowing about your rival is critical. Use spies to gather valuable information that will keep you a step ahead. Better still: Play the spy yourself. In polite social encounters, learn to probe. Ask indirect questions to get people to reveal their weaknesses and intentions. There is no occasion that is not an opportunity for artful spying. Law 15 Crush your Enemy Totally All great leaders since Moses have known that a feared enemy must be crushed completely. (Sometimes they have learned this the hard way.) If one ember is left alight, no matter how dimly it smolders, a fire will eventually break out. More is lost through stopping halfway than through total annihilation: The enemy will recover, and will seek revenge. Crush him, not only in body but in spirit. Law 16 Use Absence to Increase Respect and Honor Too much circulation makes the price go down: The more you are seen and heard from, the more common you appear. If you are already established in a group, temporary withdrawal from it will make you more talked about, even more admired. You must learn when to leave. Create value through scarcity. Law 17 Keep Others in Suspended Terror: Cultivate an Air of Unpredictability Humans are creatures of habit with an insatiable need to see familiarity in other people’s actions. Your predictability gives them a sense of control. Turn the tables: Be deliberately unpredictable. Behavior that seems to have no consistency or purpose will keep them off-balance, and they will wear themselves out trying to explain your moves. Taken to an extreme, this strategy can intimidate and terrorize. Law 18 Do Not Build Fortresses to Protect Yourself – Isolation is Dangerous The world is dangerous and enemies are everywhere – everyone has to protect themselves. A fortress seems the safest. But isolation exposes you to more dangers than it protects you from – it cuts you off from valuable information, it makes you conspicuous and an easy target. Better to circulate among people find allies, mingle. You are shielded from your enemies by the crowd. Law 19 Know Who You’re Dealing with – Do Not Offend the Wrong Person There are many different kinds of people in the world, and you can never assume that everyone will react to your strategies in the same way. Deceive or outmaneuver some people and they will spend the rest of their lives seeking revenge. They are wolves in lambs’ clothing. Choose your victims and opponents carefully, then – never offend or deceive the wrong person. Law 20 Do Not Commit to Anyone It is the fool who always rushes to take sides. Do not commit to any side or cause but yourself. By maintaining your independence, you become the master of others – playing people against one another, making them pursue you. Law 21 Play a Sucker to Catch a Sucker – Seem Dumber than your Mark No one likes feeling stupider than the next persons. The trick, is to make your victims feel smart – and not just smart, but smarter than you are. Once convinced of this, they will never suspect that you may have ulterior motives. Law 22 Use the Surrender Tactic: Transform Weakness into Power When you are weaker, never fight for honor’s sake; choose surrender instead. Surrender gives you time to recover, time to torment and irritate your conqueror, time to wait for his power to wane. Do not give him the satisfaction of fighting and defeating you – surrender first. By turning the other check you infuriate and unsettle him. Make surrender a tool of power. Law 23 Concentrate Your Forces Conserve your forces and energies by keeping them concentrated at their strongest point. You gain more by finding a rich mine and mining it deeper, than by flitting from one shallow mine to another – intensity defeats extensity every time. When looking for sources of power to elevate you, find the one key patron, the fat cow who will give you milk for a long time to come. Law 24 Play the Perfect Courtier The perfect courtier thrives in a world where everything revolves around power and political dexterity. He has mastered the art of indirection; he flatters, yields to superiors, and asserts power over others in the mot oblique and graceful manner. Learn and apply the laws of courtiership and there will be no limit to how far you can rise in the court. Law 25 Re-Create Yourself Do not accept the roles that society foists on you. Re-create yourself by forging a new identity, one that commands attention and never bores the audience. Be the master of your own image rather than letting others define if for you. Incorporate dramatic devices into your public gestures and actions – your power will be enhanced and your character will seem larger than life. Law 26 Keep Your Hands Clean You must seem a paragon of civility and efficiency: Your hands are never soiled by mistakes and nasty deeds. Maintain such a spotless appearance by using others as scapegoats and cat’s-paws to disguise your involvement. Law 27 Play on People’s Need to Believe to Create a Cultlike Following People have an overwhelming desire to believe in something. Become the focal point of such desire by offering them a cause, a new faith to follow. Keep your words vague but full of promise; emphasize enthusiasm over rationality and clear thinking. Give your new disciples rituals to perform, ask them to make sacrifices on your behalf. In the absence of organized religion and grand causes, your new belief system will bring you untold power. Law 28 Enter Action with Boldness If you are unsure of a course of action, do not attempt it. Your doubts and hesitations will infect your execution. Timidity is dangerous: Better to enter with boldness. Any mistakes you commit through audacity are easily corrected with more audacity. Everyone admires the bold; no one honors the timid. Law 29 Plan All the Way to the End The ending is everything. Plan all the way to it, taking into account all the possible consequences, obstacles, and twists of fortune that might reverse your hard work and give the glory to others. By planning to the end you will not be overwhelmed by circumstances and you will know when to stop. Gently guide fortune and help determine the future by thinking far ahead. Law 30 Make your Accomplishments Seem Effortless Your actions must seem natural and executed with ease. All the toil and practice that go into them, and also all the clever tricks, must be concealed. When you act, act effortlessly, as if you could do much more. Avoid the temptation of revealing how hard you work – it only raises questions. Teach no one your tricks or they will be used against you. Law 31 Control the Options: Get Others to Play with the Cards you Deal The best deceptions are the ones that seem to give the other person a choice: Your victims feel they are in control, but are actually your puppets. Give people options that come out in your favor whichever one they choose. Force them to make choices between the lesser of two evils, both of which serve your purpose. Put them on the horns of a dilemma: They are gored wherever they turn. Law 32 Play to People’s Fantasies The truth is often avoided because it is ugly and unpleasant. Never appeal to truth and reality unless you are prepared for the anger that comes for disenchantment. Life is so harsh and distressing that people who can manufacture romance or conjure up fantasy are like oases in the desert: Everyone flocks to them. There is great power in tapping into the fantasies of the masses. Law 33 Discover Each Man’s Thumbscrew Everyone has a weakness, a gap in the castle wall. That weakness is usual y an insecurity, an uncontrollable emotion or need; it can also be a small secret pleasure. Either way, once found, it is a thumbscrew you can turn to your advantage. Law 34 Be Royal in your Own Fashion: Act like a King to be treated like one The way you carry yourself will often determine how you are treated; In the long run, appearing vulgar or common will make people disrespect you. For a king respects himself and inspires the same sentiment in others. By acting regally and confident of your powers, you make yourself seem destined to wear a crown. Law 35 Master the Art of Timing Never seem to be in a hurry – hurrying betrays a lack of control over yourself, and over time. Always seem patient, as if you know that everything will come to you eventually. Become a detective of the right moment; sniff out the spirit of the times, the trends that will carry you to power. Learn to stand back when the time is not yet ripe, and to strike fiercely when it has reached fruition. Law 36 Disdain Things you cannot have: Ignoring them is the best Revenge By acknowledging a petty problem you give it existence and credibility. The more attention you pay an enemy, the stronger you make him; and a small mistake is often made worse and more visible when you try to fix it. It is sometimes best to leave things alone. If there is something you want but cannot have, show contempt for it. The less interest you reveal, the more superior you seem. Law 37 Create Compelling Spectacles Striking imagery and grand symbolic gestures create the aura of power – everyone responds to them. Stage spectacles for those around you, then full of arresting visuals and radiant symbols that heighten your presence. Dazzled by appearances, no one will notice what you are really doing. Law 38 Think as you like but Behave like others If you make a show of going against the times, flaunting your unconventional ideas and unorthodox ways, people will think that you only want attention and that you look down upon them. They will find a way to punish you for making them feel inferior. It is far safer to blend in and nurture the common touch. Share your originality only with tolerant friends and those who are sure to appreciate your uniqueness. Law 39 Stir up Waters to Catch Fish Anger and emotion are strategically counterproductive. You must always stay calm and objective. But if you can make your enemies angry while staying calm yourself, you gain a decided advantage. Put your enemies off-balance: Find the chink in their vanity through which you can rattle them and you hold the strings. Law 40 Despise the Free Lunch What is offered for free is dangerous – it usually involves either a trick or a hidden obligation. What has worth is worth paying for. By paying your own way you stay clear of gratitude, guilt, and deceit. It is also often wise to pay the full price – there is no cutting corners with excellence. Be lavish with your money and keep it circulating, for generosity is a sign and a magnet for power. Law 41 Avoid Stepping into a Great Man’s Shoes What happens first always appears better and more original than what comes after. If you succeed a great man or have a famous parent, you will have to accomplish double their achievements to outshine them. Do not get lost in their shadow, or stuck in a past not of your own making: Establish your own name and identity by changing course. Slay the overbearing father, disparage his legacy, and gain power by shining in your own way. Law 42 Strike the Shepherd and the Sheep will Scatter Trouble can often be traced to a single strong individual – the stirrer, the arrogant underling, the poisoned of goodwill. If you allow such people room to operate, others will succumb to their influence. Do not wait for the troubles they cause to multiply, do not try to negotiate with them – they are irredeemable. Neutralize their influence by isolating or banishing them. Strike at the source of the trouble and the sheep will scatter. Law 43 Work on the Hearts and Minds of Others Coercion creates a reaction that will eventually work against you. You must seduce others into wanting to move in your direction. A person you have seduced becomes your loyal pawn. And the way to seduce others is to operate on their individual psychologies and weaknesses. Soften up the resistant by working on their emotions, playing on what they hold dear and what they fear. Ignore the hearts and minds of others and they will grow to hate you. Law 44 Disarm and Infuriate with the Mirror Effect The mirror reflects reality, but it is also the perfect tool for deception: When you mirror your enemies, doing exactly as they do, they cannot figure out your strategy. The Mirror Effect mocks and humiliates them, making them overreact. By holding up a mirror to their psyches, you seduce them with the illusion that you share their values; by holding up a mirror to their actions, you teach them a lesson. Few can resist the power of Mirror Effect. Law 45 Preach the Need for Change, but Never Reform too much at Once Everyone understands the need for change in the abstract, but on the day-to-day level people are creatures of habit. Too much innovation is traumatic, and will lead to revolt. If you are new to a position of power, or an outsider trying to build a power base, make a show of respecting the old way of doing things. If change is necessary, make it feel like a gentle improvement on the past. Law 46 Never appear too Perfect Appearing better than others is always dangerous, but most dangerous of all is to appear to have no faults or weaknesses. Envy creates silent enemies. It is smart to occasionally display defects, and admit to harmless vices, in order to deflect envy and appear more human and approachable. Only gods and the dead can seem perfect with impunity. Law 47 Do not go Past the Mark you Aimed for; In Victory, Learn when to Stop The moment of victory is often the moment of greatest peril. In the heat of victory, arrogance and overconfidence can push you past the goal you had aimed for, and by going too far, you make more enemies than you defeat. Do not allow success to go to your head. There is no substitute for strategy and careful planning. Set a goal, and when you reach it, stop. Law 48 Assume Formlessness By taking a shape, by having a visible plan, you open yourself to attack. Instead of taking a form for your enemy to grasp, keep yourself adaptable and on the move. Accept the fact that nothing is certain and no law is fixed. The best way to protect yourself is to be as fluid and formless as water; never bet on stability or lasting order. Everything changes.

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