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hello, I am planning on writing a historical fiction story about Isabel Neville. Now I have already written about her sister Anne. But I cannot think of what to call Isabel's. I want to call it 'The Kingmaker's Daughter' but Philippa Gregory has a book about Anne with that titled. Do you have any suggestions? ( you can google her if you don't know anything about her)

Thank you

http://youtu.be/33Zzilrdx5k

I am learning this version of For The Realm, for my solo performance at GCSE and need to know what grade it would be around so I can tell my teacher.

Thanks

I had adobe premier pro but the free trial ran out and I can't afford the full one. I have quite I few projects that I need to complete but without the software obviously I can't do it. I have heard of Sony Vegas Pro but I don't know if that free or where I can get it from if it is.

Thanks to anyone who can give me any pointers.

I am writing a story set in Medieval England, and one of the main characters is a girl who is three years old at the time, and her mother dies after giving birth to hers brother who dies shortly after their mother.

I was wondering how much the girl would understand about where her mother was gone.

Also after this, her father leaves her for London and is executed when she is about four and a half. How much would she understand the deaths of her parents?

Would she know what had happened to them or just think they'd gone away somewhere?

I understand different children mature differently but if she was quite clever for example she was speaking almost perfectly by three would she understand or not?

Thanks to everyone who helps with this.

I created a video for an ICT project and would like some feedback on it before I have to hand it in. The brief was the use a song given by the teacher and make a video for it using a TV program you enjoy. My song was You Win You Die by Karliene Reynolds and the program I chose was The White Queen. This was my first time editing such a long video without help from my teacher so your feedback would be greatly appreciated. Thanks to all who help me with this.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WmqXl4iUK5k

thanks again :)

My teacher said I should really try to do something at that level to get a A/A*, but I would like to do a song I will know like something by David Bowie or Gerry Rafferty or something more recent. I haven't decided whether it will be on an electric guitar or an acoustic but really need some ideas to choose from.

Thanks to any one who can help.

Hello this is my opening to my new story and I would like to get some feedback on whether the opening grabs your attention.

And my father has passed. His rule of two decades is over and I am left alone.

Please tell me what you think. Thank you

Hello, I am writing a story set in medieval times and I was wondering how a princess would address her mother, I was told by a friend it was 'lady mother' but I don't think that is right. So I thought I better ask before I go ahead and write my story. Also how would someone address noble people like Lords, Ladies and Kings. Thanks to all who can help me.

Hello I am stuck for a title, or a way to invent a captivating one for my new story,

It is about Anna Percival the newly crowned queen after the death of her father the king. Her rein is short lived as when her grandmother passes one of the lords makes a claim it was witchcraft that put young Anna and her mother before her on the throne. She is forced to abdicate but with nobody to abdicate too a civil war breaks out, she finds herself falling apart from those she loved as they all join different sides in the fight for power. She must use her new husband to find a way back to her throne before somebody else takes it.

Basically that is a simple summary, and I am stuck for ideas for a title I could use until I get a better one or as the actual title.

Thanks to anyone who can help me out.

When I say this I mean the technology, schools and how communities were. Also if anyone knows how the care system worked then it would be a great help. I am trying to research for a story based on a girl who was a teenager then, so any help you can give would be great.

Thank you.

I cleaned out my gold fish tank and when I put back in the filter I realised my fish was bleeding from a tumour. The tumour is almost as big as a pin pong ball and has been there for well over a year and doesn't seem to be effecting the fish. But I don't know why it's bleeding. Can anyone tell me what's going on with my fish?

"There's a place for us. They keep us away from the all seeing eyes of the nation and burrow us into a country house stranded in the middle of a desert of golden grass. We don't 'fit in', we were 'different', 'special' some may say. Us the cripples, the terminal and the mentally ill. We are abandoned. Our families stolen and our lives torn away without a shred of hope the hell we were in would end. Nothing about us is 'normal', we're outcasts. We are ugly, disgusting, nobody wants us. That's what they think. Maybe their right. Perhaps we are outcasts." Myles lectured us as if addressing a large audience, which was in fact is just Harris and myself. His voice is loud, and there's no sign of his stutter. If I had just met him on the street I would have thought he was your average teenage boy, not dying. Harsh, to just come out with dying straight away but he is. That's the truth there's no hiding it anymore. We all are, some faster than others. In our case we were all in the fast lane, destination; unknown.

Any feedback would be marvellous and really helpful. Thanks

Its only the first paragraph so far,

"There's a place for us. They keep us away from the all seeing eyes of the nation and burrow us into a country house stranded in the middle of a desert of golden grass. We don't 'fit in', we were 'different', 'special' some may say. Us the cripples, the terminal and the mentally ill. We are abandoned. Our families stolen and our lives torn away without a shred of hope the hell we were in would end. Nothing about us is 'normal', we're outcasts. We are ugly, disgusting, nobody wants us. That's what they think. Maybe their right. Perhaps we are outcasts." Myles lectured us as if addressing a large audience, which was in fact is just Harris and myself. His voice is loud, and there's no sign of his stutter. If I had just met him on the street I would have thought he was your average teenage boy, not dying. Harsh, to just come out with dying straight away but he is. That's the truth there's no hiding it anymore. We all are, some faster than others. In our case we were all in the fast lane, destination; unknown.

Please give me constructive criticism on how to improve, if you didn't like it please tell me why. Thanks to anyone who does.

I am trying to write about my character descovering she's paralyzed. I'm not really sure how to write it, could you give me any pointers. Thanks

I have the name of my main character for my fantasy story. She is called Kateryn Swan, her brother Lorenzo Swan but I cannot think of a name for her younger sister, mother or father. Her sister has very long blonde hair and bright blue eyes, and is about ten years old.

Her mother is mentally insane to say the least and has bright red hair and green eyes as well as being very elegent.

Her father a king who is also a knight and lost in battle. He is over six feet tall, with black hair and brown eyes.

Thanks to anyone who has any ideas for the names.

I've written it for a contest. The titles Invisible Magic

Why is magic seen as farfetched stories? I mean to your ancestors the invention of a telephone would seem magical. So why is it thought badly of? Apparently all witches are evil, and cackle, singing their sinister songs under the dim moon light. Of course, they are nothing like you.

I have black curly hair, which falls just above the centre of my back not to my waist. My eyes are grey, not the fantastical greens and blues you read of in stories. They don't sparkle when I cast a spell, nor does my head, my heart or any other part of my body for that matter. There’s nothing strange about me. I promise.

When I cast a spell it’s more of a tingling sensation up my arms, to my wrist it almost feels like an electric shock rushing though my veins. I can feel it and you can’t see it. So how do you know anything about me? I know about you. Sometimes I enter your thoughts, why shouldn’t I? You leave the door right open anyone could do it. All your deepest darkest secrets stored in the mind of a seventeen year old girl. Shouldn’t you be worried?

I am writing a new story about a girl called Kira who's gran get alzheimer's, so Kira has to care for her. Along with giving up all she has loved, her band, her friends and school.

I currently have Forget Me Not as the title but tons of stories have that title, so I need help getting a better one. Thanks to all who help :)

Hi, could you tell me if you think this is a good opening to my story. Its meant to be a science fiction, but its the first time I am attempting the genre so really need help to improve. So also, do you have anyways you think I could improve it.

I'm running. It's all I know. My heart thumping; one, two, one, two. From or too what I don't know. It's like every memory I ever had has evaporated from my thoughts. Underneath my feet I feel rocks stick through my worn... what do you call them? Hat, no that goes on the head. S, it begins with s. Shoes? Yes shoe’s that’s it.

That's when the shouting starts. Unbearable screeches and screams of women and children. Amongst them a dogs yelping. Its torture. The most terrible torture anyone should ever endure.

Then she appears, not in front of me but inside my head. A woman. Smiling holding a new born baby, which is crying its first tears to prove its life. Next to her is a man, much older with greying hair. One of his arms is wrapped around her waist and other tickling the babies’ cheek. Who are they? I have never seen them before, out of all the memories why am I thinking of them. Something rolls down my cheek, it’s wet and cold. Another thing I cannot name. It pulls itself over my, mouth and down onto the dusty ground beneath.

'Bang!' went a gun. Somebody was firing at me. Somewhere my memories, my thoughts were ticking away feeding me only what I needed. They were almost nagging me to run faster, jump over that rock, dodge that grenade. But there was a fault. Out of the blue they stopped. No faster, faster just a buzzing noise.

My legs began to shake. I was sent from one side to another until my stability was lost and I crumbled to the ground.

"We have our runner." I hear as the darkness encroaches on my every sense.

"She's so." Another, I think it’s called a voice comes from the other side of me. I must be surrounded.

"She's so what?" The first spoke, that's it they were speaking. "Major?"

"Human. She's so human." He pointed out, with a lump in his throat. What was a human? Was I a human? I felt another of those wet things run down my face, this time it was fatter and followed by another. A matched set.

Next my feeling went, my arms, legs everything all that was left was my hearing. This due to the loss of my other senses seemed to be more powerful than ever. I was paralyzed, in a body which was no more mine than it was the voices around me.

"Come on let’s see what your made of." The second finished. The last sounds those ears were to hear.

Thanks

Would this be a suitable first sentence? My name is... I actually I don't have a name, but I remember one, when I was first created, somebody called me 0.2.

Should I write the number in words or keep it in digits? Also is it too much of a cliche?

Thanks in advanced to anyone who helps.