Katey

Dizzy/easy

Countenance/pans

Wrist/missed

Would these be considered assonance? If not, what would it be?

When using passé composé (with avoir), does it have to agree with gender and number?

For example,

Would it be: (The girls ate.)

Les filles ont mangées. OR

Les filles ont mangé.

This is my character, Adrian Foley, in a story I'm writing. I have no clue how to put his hair style into words.

http://squall-kaihane.deviantart.com/art/Hello-186...

It's not a mohawk, and the sides aren't shaved (just really short hair), so in your opinions, how do I describe his hair?

I asked a previous question on how to make friends (http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=Ago7w... but how do I find these friends to invite to my Halloween parties and sleepovers. We don't go to public school, so we don't go meet people. Do I stand on the side of the road with a sign that says "Need Friends" or what?

How do I make friends when I live in a creepy victorian house on a dead-end street with haunted houses and a funeral home in the middle of a desolate void. Serious business.

Okay, I would prefer a name meaning Death. Nothing relating to Thanatos or Hades please.

There's a contest going on in a Greek mythology group on DeviantART. --> http://ancientgreecefaction.deviantart.com/blog/35...

What do you think one of the greek gods (Zeus, Poseidon, Artemis, Apollo, ect.) would do on their day off?

Here's the first version- (I know it didn't really change by much)

http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=201010...

The instructions again:

Read your paragraph to a friend or family member and ask them for input. Ask them what they enjoy about your paragraph, what imagery it evokes, and if you can make any improvements. Then, using their feedback, improve your paragraph.

Here's the new version:

I briskly strolled through the tranquil woods behind our dilapidated Victorian house whose colors were fading from a light coffee to a more of a cream color. The ground was blanketed in a variety of different tones from pumpkin orange to the deep crimson of a perfect apple. The air smelled like home, the fresh fragrance of a burning candle and the cinnamon from the pie in the oven. A squirrel danced in front of my path startling me; it was followed by a larger second one. The two were locked in a small fight, both emitting high-pitched growling sounds that sounded quite intimidating. The larger one was threatening to overtake the slighter at any second, for they always fight around this time of year. It was a peculiar season, but I couldn’t have loved it more.

I strolled through the brisk woods behind our dilapidated Victorian house from the early eighteenth century. The ground was blanketed in a variety of different colors from pumpkin to the deep crimson of a perfect apple. The air smelled like home, the fresh fragrance of a burning candle and the cinnamon from the pie in the oven. A squirrel danced in front of my path startling me; it was followed by a larger second one. The two were locked in a small fight. The larger one was threatening to overtake the slighter at any second, for they always fight around this time of year. It was a peculiar season, but I couldn’t have loved it more.

The reason I need help is because I need input, so I can improve. Here are the instructions:

Now think about this vivid scene and the picture it created in your mind. Think about the way the words and sentences were used to create such a vivid image for you. Using this as an example, create your own paragraph that evokes imagery in the same manner. When you are done, share your paragraph with a friend or family member.

Read your paragraph to a friend or family member and ask them for input. Ask them what they enjoy about your paragraph, what imagery it evokes, and if you can make any improvements. Then, using their feedback, improve your paragraph.

Remember to include all of your paragraphs and an account of the input from your friend or family member.

(Yes, I consider people on Yahoo! Answers my friends. I'll call you all Yahoo! Buddies.)

Spiders spin their webs

Mocking the gods

The Fates cut the threads

Control of the life

Subject to none

Sleep before Death

The Dreams become everlasting Nightmares

Eternal Sleep despised by the Sky

Protected in the arms of the Night

Watching,

Waiting,

The Sun can see all.

Seth is the boy who must fend for himself during the harsh hours of the day. He attends the miserable prison known as high school ignoring the knowing glances from suspicious peers. Seth, the boy with the overgrown ebony hair and eyes like the heavens on a stormy afternoon, avoids the glances of overly considerate teachers. He sits at the back of the classroom and attempts to obscure himself amongst the rows of bookshelves. Seth, who is avoided come time to rest and socialize during the hour of lunch. He is the one picking up his belongings among the dusty parking lot at dismissal. Seth is the only one to walk the miles to his home just to evade sitting on an insufferable mustard-toned engine filled with his tormentors.

He is the boy who arrives home to console his anguished mother who cannot control the hours she sobs. She is the one with no companions because all of her high school friends resent her child. He is the teenager who tries to be successful in school even though he knows it’s hopeless. He is the older brother who hoists his baby sister on to his shoulders and watches many of his favorite childhood movies with while she is the one who is naïve and loves her brother because of who he is not what he is. He is the one who assumes the role of the father in his family. He is the one who puts up with the hardships of his family. He is the one with the broken smile and the tears held inside. Seth is the one who is daily tormented internally because he is the one who has a boyfriend.

This is obviously a little story I wrote focusing on the homophobic tendencies of people. Yes, I know everyone is not like that, but for this story I needed to focus on the bad; I added some happiness in there too like his baby sister (who I named Cecilia) and his boyfriend.

I used the excessive pronoun "He" in the second paragraph, so I could make it seem more dramatic when I got to the end. It was supposed to be short almost written in a "poetic" way.

Do you guys like it?

It's The Saga of Larten Crepsley (a prequel series) to The Saga of Darren Shan.

I'm so confused every website says different.

Breakfast: A bowl of special K (strawberry) with 1% milk.

Lunch: Half a whole wheat pita (Turkey, one slice of american cheese, and a slice of tomato) with a berry water and a snack cup of mandarin oranges

Dinner: 1/2 cup to 3/4 cup of rice and ground beef with a small salad (just lettuce with a tablespoon or so of ranch dressing)

Snacks: fruit or a small salad throughout the day

I also go for jogs and do some other light exercises

It's not an extremely good diet, but I only need to lose a few pounds.

I'm writing an alternate ending to "The Most Dangerous Game" for English.

For example, algebra and geometry are considered math while grammar and writing are English classes.

What would Mythology be?

Here's somepics to show you what I generally want:

http://www.zimbio.com/Scene+Hair+Styles/articles/3...

(second one down)

http://images.dailyradar.com/media/uploads/showhyp...

My bangs: (not me obviously)

http://cdn-write.demandstudios.com/upload//4000/40...

Bangs I want: (Second pic down)

http://www.zimbio.com/Scene+Hair+Styles/articles/3...

Would I be able to get these bangs?

I have to go to the Doctor's tomorrow, and i've already missed a lot of school. Can the doctor give me a note to excuse me from school? (It doesn't count as one of my absences?)

And do I give it to the main office or what?

I have to go to the Doctor's tomorrow, and i've already missed a lot of school. Can the doctor give me a note to excuse me from school? (It doesn't count as one of my absences?