Jelliebeene

Desmond Luther O'Callaghan

Ida Niamh O'Callaghan

Noelle Elisabeth Lowery

Seth Allen Michaels

I want to keep all the first and last names, but I can't tell if the middle names flow or not because I'm deaf :/

I'm trying to choose between these two:

1) http://www.walmart.com/ip/Toshiba-Satin-Black-Trax...

2) http://www.bestbuy.com/site/Toshiba+-+Satellite+15...

The first has a 500gb harddrive but is 50 dollars more than the second (the 320gb) I'm going to be using Windows movie maker, skype, spotify, and some free/bought malware/virus protection. I'll be saving most everything to various websites and be using google docs, etc for typing and presentations. Do I have enough space for that kind of thing with a 320, or do I need the 500?

http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2009/04/30/article-...

This is what I wrote, but I don't really like it:

She led them along the craggy shoreline for about fifty feet, to a great big cave in the side of the rock face. In it flowed a gurgling stream, fed by a small waterfall that came out of a crack in the ceiling. On either side was a six foot rock shelf. Between the two was a wooden plank that served as a bridge.

In the picture, everything is much bigger than what I had originally imagined. This was the only picture I could find that looked similar though. Just pretend its a gurgling stream instead of a rushing river, and that the walls are much closer to the water.

http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2009/04/30/article-...

This is what I wrote:

She led them along the craggy shoreline for about fifty feet, to a great big cave in the side of the rock face. In it flowed a gurgling stream, fed by a small waterfall that came out of a crack in the ceiling. On either side was a six foot rock shelf. Between the two was a wooden plank that served as a bridge.

I hate my description. The picture is more dramatic, and larger than I had in my mind, but I couldn't find the one that I had dreamed up, so this was a close second. The river is actually a stream though, and the rock walls aren't so high up.

I'm writing a story and am at a part where my Main character (a girl, 15) finds out that her best friend has become a suicide bomber (a boy, 17). He tells her what he has to do, and I need a reaction from her there but since she believes she can stop him from dying (by getting someone else to be the bomber) I'm thinking she wouldn't be as upset as she is LATER in the book when she's too late to save him and the explosion goes off. The story follows her to his funeral, where there is no body, just a shroud.

The girl is stronger than most, so I honestly don't think she'd cut herself or be a New Moon Bella type character when this happens. She has two friends with her when this happens, neither really knew the suicide bomber. Later on she gets together with a friend who did know him and they have lunch together.

So what type of feelings is she going through? I've lost an aunt and a grandma, but I don't think it would be the same as losing a friend. I literally cannot imagine going through that, especially since she knew beforehand what was going down.Help?

I've been referring to them as 'The Nefarians' for the last 80 pages, and I've finally decided to go more subliminal. (Nefarious is synonymous to evil) I named the land that they live in Nefaria, and it just seems like I'm shoving it in the readers' faces that THEY ARE EVIL!!! haha... Any suggestions on a new name? They're going to war against another land that I have dubbed 'Seridia' (so please try to stay away from lands ending in ia or a)

The two walked over to the edge of the cliff, where there was a thin rope strung along wooden stakes situated every five feet or so. There was a spot where the rope was missing; disintegrated perhaps, eroded by the elements, or maybe it had simply been cut off years ago. Inspired by the five-foot gap in the only thing keeping them from falling to what would most likely be their death, they decided to play truth or dare by the hazardous gaping hole.

Oliver always picked dare, trying to be brave, and Trish always dared him to take another step closer to the edge of the cliff. Pretty soon, his toes were lined up against it, his frail body quivering in the wind. “Truth or Dare?” He called out to her, she wasn’t far away from him, but the wind was so strong, that it stole away his words, whipping them from Trish, and out to the sea. She took a step towards him and leaned in.

“WHAT DID YOU SAY?”

“I SAID, TRUTH, OR D–”

A strong gust of wind pushed him, and he began to teeter, his arms windmilling. It happened too quickly. Trish reached out a hand to steady him, but she didn’t have a firm enough hold on his shoulder, and instead of helping, her grasp teetered him just enough to send him plummeting one hundred feet to his death. Her heart stopped. It didn’t happen did it? He didn’t just fall. He didn’t just slip off the edge. She closed her eyes, hoping to any God that he would be standing right there, asking why she hadn’t picked truth or dare yet. That wasn’t the case though. ‘No…’ her voice soft in the howling wind.

His body lay broken on the rocks below, twisted in awkward shapes and angles, blood running from his cracked skull and sliced calf. Trish started to back away from the scene, horror clearly visible in her eyes. She shook her head and turned from the scene. She looked for help and she found Lucas staring at her, he was the only one. He looked at the cliff the boy had fallen off of and back at her. His face darkened, and he mouthed the word, “Why?” She shook her head, looking down — from his point of view it must’ve seemed like she had pushed Oliver over, sending him tumbling down, down, down to his death.

Maybe she had.

Trish wandered into the Mess Hall. Thinking about murdering people wasn’t helping her appetite, but she needed a big supper if she was going to keep enough tattling energy. She held up her brown tray to receive something runny that was supposed to be corn. The food at the orphanage wasn’t good but it kept you alive. That is, if you earned it. Trish mostly earned her meals by tattling on the kids she didn’t like. There were a few other ‘spies’ like her, but they were far and few between. Trish was lucky to have such a talent. Most of the kids had to earn their keep by being ‘volunteer’ testers for new drugs, which would in turn pay for all your meals. As soon as you turned fourteen, they started injecting you with all sorts of stuff.

Lucas used to share Trish’s meals when he refused to be tested, but now he disappeared when meal time came around. Trish guessed he ate out of the trash can. Either that, or Annika invited him over and they ate her wealthy parents’ food. Trish shuddered at the thought. It was disgusting enough the wretch had been adopted in her place, but if she was going to steal Lucas, and BRIBE him into being her friend- it was just too much to consider.

Trish shoved a spoonful of yellow slime into her mouth and forced herself to swallow. Lucas walked into the Mess Hall with his hands in his pockets. Trish smiled predatorily. She knew that if she kept Annika happy, she kept Lucas happy. But maybe I could still shake him up a bit, she thought. She waved her hand and called him over. He rolled his eyes, and looked for some place else to sit, the place was filled except for the table with what looked like barf on it. She saw him sigh deeply, and wondered if she was really that bad. She couldn’t be she decided, rather quickly. It was probably the fact that her shower soap had been stolen, and now she had a peculiar odor exuding her entire being. At least she didn’t smell as bad as puke.

He sat down across from her and picked at his ‘corn’. “What do you want, Trish?” he asked resentfully. Trish knew Lucas was sick of her.

“No ‘Hi Trish, how’s your life been?’ or ‘Sorry for making you eat this gruel by yourself?’”

“You knew there wouldn’t be.”

“All right then, Mr. Grumpy-pants, straight to the point. You haven’t changed a bit you know.” she winked at him flirtatiously, but he just stared at her blankly. No, she realized, not even at her, at the ceiling fan turning slowly behind her. She sighed and continued. This was definitely not going as planned. His new ‘friends’ had turned him into a complete zombie! “You know your girlfriend can’t be here.”

His eyes snapped onto her. That’s more like it. “She’s not my girlfriend.”

“Whatever Lucas. But you know the rules. She. Can’t. Be. Here. It’s as simple as that.”

“You wanna bet? I’m no

In the story I'm writing, there is a nuclear bomb that needs to be set off by the main character UNDERWATER. Now, assuming the bomb still works after a year or two underwater, is there a switch or something the character can flip to set off the bomb? There probably isn't going to be a timer on a real nuclear bomb (even though there is one in the story). So now I'm starting to consider a different type of bomb. So second part of my questions: Is there a bomb that can successfully go off above and below water, had a timer, and is easy to set off?

Trish wandered into the Mess Hall, though thinking about murdering people wasn’t helping her appetite, she needed a big breakfast if she was going to accomplish today’s errands. She held up her brown tray to receive some runny scrambled eggs. The food at the orphanage wasn’t good, but it kept you alive. That is, if you had earned it. Trish always earned her meals, by helping the warden track down the kids her were misbehaving, so she never went hungry. There were a few other spies like her, but they were far and few between. Trish was lucky to have been asked. The rest of the kids had to earn their keep by being ‘volunteer’ testers for new drugs. As soon as you turned fourteen, they started injecting you with all sorts of stuff.

Lucas used to share Trish’s meals when he refused to be tested, but now he ran away when meal time came around. Trish guessed he ate out of the trash can. Either that, or Annika invited him over and they ate her wealthy parents’ food. Trish shuddered at the thought. It was disgusting enough the wretch had been adopted in her place, but if she was going to steal Lucas, and BRIBE him into being her friend- it was just to much to consider.

Trish shoved a spoonful of yellow slime into her mouth and forced herself to swallow. The reason she hadn’t ratted Annika out yet walked into the Mess Hall. Trish smiled predatorially. If she kept Annika happy, she kept Lucas happy. But maybe I could shake him up a bit, She thought. She waved her hand and called him over. He rolled his eyes, and looked for some place else to sit, but none could be found. She saw him sigh deeply, and wondered if she was really that bad. She couldn’t be she decided, rather quickly. It was probably the fact that her shower soap had been stolen, and now she had a peculiar odor exuding her entire being.

He sat down across from her and picked at his eggs. “What do you want, Trish?” he asked angrily.

“No ‘Hi Trish, how’s your life been?’ or ‘Sorry for making you eat this gruel by yourself?’”

“You knew there wouldn’t be.”

“All right then, Mr. Grumpy-pants, straight to the point. You haven’t changed a bit you know.” she winked at him flirtatiously, but he just stared at her blankly. No, she realized, not even at her, at the ceiling fan turning slowly behind her. She sighed and continued. This was definitely not going as planned. His new ‘friends’ had turned him into a complete zombie! “You know your girlfriend can’t be here.”

His eyes snapped onto her. That’s more like it. “She’s not my girlfriend.”

“Whatever Lucas. But you know the rules. She. Can’t. Be. Here. It’s as simple as that.”

“You wanna bet? I’m not so sure the matron would be pleased to hear you killed an orphan.”

Trish pouted and twirled her spoon. “I thought we’d put that behind us.”

“I’ll get over it when Oliver gets over it,” he said picking up his tray. He hadn’t eaten any of it, but he threw it all away anyway. She stuck her tounge out at him behind his back, but he spun around and saw her. “Murderer” he mouthed.

“Girlfriend” she mouthed back at him. Then she ran her finger across her throat. He looked at her, disgusted, and shook his head. Had she really just threatened to kill Annika? Trish had thought of it on a few occasions, but never seriously considered it. She pushed her tray away and looked out the window, watching all the kids running around screaming. She had killed before. It really hadn’t been that hard. Killing Annika, could solve all of her problems. But it’s wrong, she told herself. But it would be so easy… Trish stood up and put her tray away. She wouldn’t prove Lucas right, even if he was. Killing people was so immoral, it was part of the ten commandments. This place hadn’t been called “Holy Innocents” for nothing. They had been taught each of the commandments at a young age, and what would happen if you broke one of them, and Trish dearly hoped it would never happen to her.But if I’ve killed before, what have I got to lose? It was an internal battle Good Trish was losing desperately.

I want to change it to a picture I found on the internet, but I cant figure out how to.

Henry limped down the road with his best friend Peter, moaning every other step.

Peter smacked Henry in the back now. “Cheer up old chum! I’m getting married in a month!” Peter was a full three years older than Henry, and was soon to be wed to his Aunt Matilda

Henry cringed when his friend patted him. His back was sore from leaning over, and tending to the blacksmith’s fire all day. “It’s not that, Peter. It’s this blasted leg of mine!” He stopped and pulled up his pant-leg to show a nasty looking bruise, which snaked up his calf. “Good Doctor Foster thought I might have caught my death, and decided to bleed me.”

Peter chuckled, “And are you ill yet?”

“Well, the spider bites seemed to have swelled down.”

“Are you sure a demon didn’t crawl into bed with you?” Peter joked.

“Yes, I always lock my door so Ms. Fee can’t sneak in and murder me in the night.”

Ms. Fee was their angry downstairs neighbor who always found it was time to dump her catch basin when Henry walked under her window. Peter laughed again and stopped. He was staring across the road at a young boy. He was suspended in air for near seven seconds, and then dropped into the mud.

“Did you just see that Henry?”

“By Jove, how could you miss it? Do you think the lad’s possessed?”

“Definitely. We should get him to Father Brook right away, before he infects all of London. With his demons. If they kill him, they are sure to be released and cause havoc on near every living creature. Go and grab him will you?”

“ME!” Henry cried indigently. “Why don’t you? You saw him first.”

“Because I have a fiancé to look after, and you have no one but yourself to worry about.”

Henry scowled. He had been orphaned at fourteen, by the bubonic plague, and had been living with his soon to be uncle for two years now. He was allowed to stay on the condition that he earned his keep. Which included following Peter’s every whim. He started across the street, dodging the dead bodies lined up on the side of the road. The boy was sitting up now, and Henry began to rush. If the boy got away, Peter might beat him. He grabbed the boy’s elbow, when he heard Peter screaming from his side of the road. Henry turned his head and saw a carriage pulled by four brown horses speeding towards him.

The boy was standing up now, and was trying to pry Henry’s hand from his arm. He was screaming high-pitched like a girl. Henry took him by the shoulders, and pushed him down onto the ground near the walkway, just as the carriage rolled past where they had just been standing. The boy lay on the ground moaning. Henry got up and dusted himself off with one hand, holding onto the boy with the other. Peter ran towards them, umbrella in hand.

“Are you all right Henry!” He cried as he got closer. Henry nodded, still in shock. “The boy?” Henry looked down at the boy, who was weeping, and still trying to break Henry’s firm grasp on his arm. “As good as he ever-” He stopped and did a double-take. There was something wrong with the boy’s face. His elfish features had…make-up surrounding them. His lips were glossy, and dark grey Kohl encompassed his- her bright blue eyes. Henry spied a silver necklace, with a heart charm dangling from her thin neck. This was no boy, he realized. This was a Demon-girl.

Henry limped down the road with his best friend Peter. Peter was a full three years older than Henry, and was engaged to a young woman named Matilda. Matilda was Henry’s aunt, so soon they would be more than just friends, they would be nephew and uncle. Which was perfectly fine for Henry. He had been orphaned at fourteen, by the bubonic plague, and had been living with his soon to be uncle for two years now.

Peter smacked Henry in the back now. “Cheer up old chum! I’m getting married in a month!”

Henry cringed when his friend patted him. His back was sore from leaning over, and tending to the blacksmith’s fire all day. “It’s not that, Peter. It’s this blasted leg of mine!” He stopped and pulled up his pant-leg to show a nasty looking bruise, which snaked up his calf. “Good Doctor Foster thought I might have caught my death, and decided to bleed me.”

Peter chuckled, “And are you ill yet?”

“Well, the spider bites seemed to have swelled down.”

“Are you sure a demon didn’t crawl into bed with you?” Peter joked.

“Yes, I always lock my door so Ms. Fee can’t sneak in and murder me in the night.”

Ms. Fee was their angry downstairs neighbor who always found it was time to dump her catch basin when Henry walked under her window. Peter laughed again and stopped. He was staring across the road at a young boy. He was suspended in air for near seven seconds, and then dropped into the mud.

“Did you just see that Henry?”

“By Jove, how could you miss it? Do you think the lad’s possessed?”

“Definitely. We should get him to Father Brook right away, before he infects all of London. With his demons. If they kill him, they are sure to be released and cause havoc on near every living creature. Go and grab him will you?”

“ME!” Henry cried indigently. “Why don’t you? You saw him first.”

“Because I have a fiancé to look after, and you have no one but yourself to worry about.”

Henry scowled. If this was how he was to earn his keep though, he was resolved to doing it. He started across the street, dodging the dead bodies lined up on the side of the road. The boy was sitting up now, and Henry began to rush. If the boy got away, Peter might beat him. He grabbed the boy’s elbow, when he heard Peter screaming from his side of the road. Henry turned his head and saw a carriage pulled by four brown horses speeding towards him.

The boy was standing up now, and was trying to pry Henry’s hand from his arm. He was screaming high-pitched like a girl. Henry took him by the shoulders, and pushed him down onto the ground near the walkway, just as the carriage rolled past where they had just been standing. The boy lay on the ground moaning. Henry got up and dusted himself off with one hand, holding onto the boy with the other. Peter ran towards them, umbrella in hand.

“Are you all right Henry!” He cried as he got closer. Henry nodded, still in shock. “The boy?” Henry looked down at the boy, who was weeping, and still trying to break Henry’s firm grasp on his arm. “As good as he ever-” He stopped and did a double-take. There was something wrong with the boy’s face. His elfish features had…make-up surrounding them. His lips were glossy, and dark grey Kohl encompassed his- her bright blue eyes. Henry spied a silver necklace, with a heart charm dangling from her thin neck. This was no boy, he realized. This was a Demon-girl.

Asha sat up, mud dripping off of her. She gasped, and patted herself down, making sure she was still in one piece. She heard someone whistling and looked around. Where the frick am I? She mind-screamed. On the outside she was completely losing it and ready to break down in tears. She was muddy, and lost, and alone.

She stood up unsteadily, there were dead people in the gutter, while the streets were bustling with the living. Asha moaned, ready to hurl, it was disgusting! Secretly, she wondered if she had landed in Hell. It was unimaginably cold, and Asha wore nothing but capris and a soft pink t-shirt. They had been perfect for the fall weather back in the car, in Kentucky, but here, they seemed ridiculous.

There were some shouts behind her, and Asha swirled around in time to see a big black horse about to trample her. She screamed, and felt something tackle her to the ground. her head made a sickening crack sound, and the entire world began to fade into blackness…

Was there any slang-type words? Help me, I need to create a dialouge that sounds like its someone real speaking from that era

I'm writing a story and I need an old name popular in the 1300's, but I'm not getting anywhere on google!

Asha hated her name. It sounded like a baby squealing for food. That's probably why her mom had given her it. Back when 'Pokemon' had been all the craze, her then pregnant and teenage mother still didn't have an ounce of imagination. Like the creatures on the show, the sound Asha made became her name.

She drummed her fingers impatiently on the dashboard of her mother's car now. In three years and two days I could legally change my name, she thought ruefully. The car pulled into the parking lot, and Asha's twenty-eight year-old mother turned down the radio.

"What are you thinking about sweetheart?" She pushed Asha's long blonde hair away from her face.

"Marcus," she answered, smirking on the inside. Her mother hated her new boyfriend. As expected, the woman pursed her lips.

"Are you coming into the store? I want to get the right cupcakes for your birthday party."

"Nah, I'll eat whatever. I wanna get started on my Science homework," Asha said, slipping her headphones over her ears. She didn't really even care if the party was held. Marcus wasn't allowed to come.

"Oh...it's just that I-" Asha's mother cut off mid sentence and got out of the car. It was no use talking to her daughter when her ipod was cranked up loud enough to be heard from space.

Asha watched her mother walk away and slid into the driver's seat. She grabbed hold of the steering wheel and pretended to drive. A few drops of rain spattered on the windshield from the murky, grey sky. Thunder could be heard in the distance. Asha glanced anxiously at Pick n' Save. She hated storms, was starting to regret not going in with her mom. She thought about leaving the car and sprinting in for a moment, but as if the storm had heard her, the rain started coming down even harder. It had been going on and off like this all day, there was even a tornado watch for that very afternoon.

Asha saw a bolt of lightening in the distance, brightening up the eerie yellow world around her. She closed her eyes and put her head back against the headrest. Maybe she could just sleep through it. Maybe if she just went to sleep it would disappear. She tapped her hand to the beat of "How Long" and sung the lyrics loudly to drown out the storm.

The loudest crack of thunder yet pushed any calm thoughts Asha had managed to conjure up from her mind. Asha snapped her eyes wide open, and locked her door, just in case the tornado decided it wanted to come in. She turned to lock the passenger door and screamed. A thin lady was sitting in the seat next to her, staring straight into her eyes.

"Asha Bindefolds I presume?" She asked robotically. Asha screamed again and grabbed the door handle. It electrocuted her. She turned and faced the willowy woman, sizing her up. Asha could beat her up. She knew she could. Narrowing in on the stranger's throat, she lunged. But she never reached the woman. She was suspended in mid-leap, her body frozen in time. Asha's extended fingers were mere millimeters away from gouging out the lady's eyes.

"I'll take that as a yes. Thank you for volunteering this part of your life. I hope you don't regret it." In an instant, the woman dissolved before Asha's eyes. Purple smoke began to fill the car, making it hard for her to breath. Asha screamed as frantically as one could with their mouth frozen shut as everything started spinning. The pleather and metal disappeared from view, and the tangy, sweet scent of orange gum that filled the car left Asha's nose. She was completely senseless, except for the sound of Hinder pulsing in her ears. Then, suddenly, the world came back to life, and she was face down in a puddle in the middle of a cobblestone street.

Asha hated her name. It sounded like a baby squealing for food. That's probably why her mom had given her it. Back when 'Pokemon' had been all the craze, her then pregnant and teenage mother still didn't have an ounce of imagination. Like the creatures on the show, the sound Asha made became her name.

She drummed her fingers impatiently on the dashboard of her mother's car now. In three years and two days I could legally change my name, she thought ruefully. The car pulled into the parking lot, and Asha's twenty-eight year-old mother turned down the radio.

"What are you thinking about sweetheart?" She pushed Asha's long blonde hair away from her face.

"Marcus," she answered, smirking on the inside. Her mother hated her new boyfriend. As expected, the woman pursed her lips.

"Are you coming into the store? I want to get the right cupcakes for your birthday party."

"Nah, I'll eat whatever. I wanna get started on my Science homework," Asha said, slipping her headphones over her ears.

"Oh...it's just that-" Asha's mother cut off mid sentence and got out of the car. It was no use talking to her daughter when her ipod was cranked up loud enough to be heard from space.

Asha watched her mother walk away and slid into the driver's seat. She grabbed hold of the steering wheel and pretended to be drive. A few drops of rain spattered on the windshield from the murky, grey sky. Thunder could be heard in the distance. Asha glanced anxiously at Pick n' Save. She hated storms, and regretted not going in with her mom. She thought about going in the store for a moment, but as if the storm had heard her, the rain started coming down hard. It had been going on and off like this all day.

Asha saw a bolt of lightening in the distance, brightening up the eerie yellow world around her. She closed her eyes and put her head back against the headrest. Maybe she could just sleep through it. A crack of thunder pushed all of the calming thoughts from her mind. Asha snapped her eyes wide open, and locked her door. She turned to lock the passenger door and screamed. A thin lady was staring at her intensly.

"Asha Bindefolds I presume?" She asked robotically. Asha screamed again and grabbed the door handle. It shocked her. She turned and faced the willowy woman, sizing her up. Asha could beat her up. She knew she could. Narrowing in on the stranger's throat, she lunged. But she never reached the woman. She was suspended in the air, her hand millimeters away from gouging out the lady's eyes. "I suppose that that's a yes. Thank you for volunteering this part of your life. I hope you don't regret it." In an instant, the woman dissolved before Asha's eyes. Purple smoke began to fill the car, making it hard for her to breath. Asha screamed as frantically as one could with their mouth frozen shut as everything started spinning. The pleather and metal disappeared from view, and the tangy scent of orange bubblegum left Asha's nose. She was completely senseless, except for the sound of Hinder pulsing in her ears. Then, suddenly, the world came back to life, and she was face down in a puddle in the middle of a cobblestone street.

Asha hated her name. It sounded like a baby squealing for food. That's probably why her mom had given her it. Back when 'Pokemon' had been all the craze, her then pregnant and teenage mother still didn't have an ounce of imagination. Like the creatures on the show, the sound Asha made became her name.

She drummed her fingers impatiently on the dashboard of her mother's car now. In three years and two days I could legally change my name, she thought ruefully. The car pulled into the parking lot, and Asha's twenty-eight year-old mother turned down the radio.

"What are you thinking about sweetheart?" She pushed Asha's long blonde hair away from her face.

"Marcus," she answered, smirking on the inside. Her mother hated her new boyfriend. As expected, the woman pursed her lips.

"Are you coming into the store? I want to get the right cupcakes for your birthday party."

"Nah, I'll eat whatever. I wanna get started on my Science homework," Asha said, slipping her headphones over her ears.

"Oh...it's just that-" Asha's mother cut off mid sentence and got out of the car. It was no use talking to her daughter when her ipod was cranked up loud enough to be heard from space.

Asha watched her mother walk away and slid into the driver's seat. She grabbed hold of the steering wheel and pretended to be drive. A few drops of rain spattered on the windshield from the murky, grey sky. Thunder could be heard in the distance. Asha glanced anxiously at Pick n' Save. She hated storms, and regretted not going in with her mom. She thought about going in the store for a moment, but as if the storm had heard her, the rain started coming down hard. It had been going on and off like this all day.

Asha saw a bolt of lightening in the distance, brightening up the eerie yellow world around her. She closed her eyes and put her head back against the headrest. Maybe she could just sleep through it. A crack of thunder pushed all of the calming thoughts from her mind. Asha snapped her eyes wide open, and locked her door. She turned to lock the passenger door and screamed. A thin lady was staring at her intensly.

"Asha Bindefolds I presume?" She asked robotically. Asha screamed again and grabbed the door handle. It shocked her. She turned and faced the willowy woman, sizing her up. Asha could beat her up. She knew she could. Narrowing in on the stranger's throat, she lunged. But she never reached the woman. She was suspended in the air, her hand millimeters away from gouging out the lady's eyes. "I suppose that that's a yes. Thank you for volunteering this part of your life. I hope you don't regret it." In an instant, the woman dissolved before Asha's eyes. Purple smoke began to fill the car, making it hard for her to breath. Asha screamed as frantically as one could with their mouth frozen shut as everything started spinning. The pleather and metal disappeared from view, and the tangy scent of orange bubblegum left Asha's nose. She was completely senseless, except for the sound of Hinder pulsing in her ears. Then, suddenly, the world came back to life, and she was face down in a puddle in the middle of a cobblestone street.

For English we have to create a magazine, on any subject for any group we want to target. (I'm targeting merfolk) It's like the mermaid's version of Cicada magazine, mixed with a bit of People Magazine. I made this beautiful picture of a giant red starfish to go on the front page. (it's underwater) Can you help me think of a title? All suggestions will be considered (I'm looking for a one word title, that's really awesome like 'Cicada')

It goes by SOOOO quickly, and I don't understand WHY?!?!? Can someone add bits and pieces in there to make it sound better? I have the rest of the story (The rest sounds GREAT idk why this on this so bad) leading up to this, so if you could just help me write this ad, or explain WHY its going to fast, I'd be REALLY appreciative!!

Trish glared at Annika as she sauntered back into the orphanage with Lucas and Emma. Trish knew that she could tell the matron about it, and Annika could be gone like a fire in the rain, but she wasn’t going to. There were plenty of reasons, to get Annika out, permanently, but there were at least three reasons that Trish wanted to keep her in. One of them was the boy she was hugging goodbye at the moment. Trish knew that he liked Annika more than Annika liked him. Trish had hoped that Annika getting amnesia would make her forget even being friends with him, but if anything it made their friendship stronger. It annoyed her to no end. She should be with Lucas! They had been going out three years ago, and she really didn’t see why he had broken up with her. It wasn’t her fault the boy had died! Or had it? Trish had thought about the incident every night for the past three years.

She had been ten at the time, and Lucas was twelve. The orphanage had gotten enough money to go on a field-trip to Eagle Bluff, to fly kites that they had made out of plastic bags. Lucas wanted to play with Emma and Annika, and he invited Trish to too, but Trish had hated Annika even then. She decided instead to go and play with Oliver instead. Oliver was nine, and had short spiked up blonde hair. His eyebrows were singed off from the fire he had lost his parents in, so he always had a look of perpetual surprise upon is plale white face. He was the new kid, and Trish had decided to take him under her wing and show him the ropes of how to survive Holy Innocents Home. They walked toward the edge of the cliff where it was roped off. There was a spot where the rope was missing, and so they decided to play truth or dare. Oliver always picked dare, trying to be brave, and Trish always dared him to take another step closer to the edge of the cliff. Pretty soon, his toes were lined up against it, his frail body quivering in the wind. “Truth or Dare?” He called out to her, she wasn’t far away from him, but the wind was so strong, that it carried away his words. She took a step towards him and leaned in

“WHAT DID YOU SAY?”

“I SAID, TRUTH, OR DA-” A strong gust of wind pushed him and he began to teeter, his arms windmilling. Trish reached out a hand to steady him, but she grabbed hold of his arm wrong, and he fell. Plummeting one hundred feet to his death. His body laid broken on the rocks below, and Trish started to back away from the scene. She turned around to see if anyone had seen what just happened. Lucas was staring at her. He was the only one. He looked at the cliff the boy had fallen off of and back at her. His face got dark and he mouthed the words, “Why?” She shook her head, from his point of veiw it had seemed like she had pushed Oliver. Maybe she had.