Catherine

I'm writing a story about a girl who's grandmother's a witch and it's passed to her so her grandmother named her because she knew she'd be a witch too. Basically, I need a witch-like name. Maybe a plant that can be used as a girl's name or something that has a dark meaning.

(Please no Nyx or Lilith or Hecate I've seen it on every website)

If it helps she has blackish hair and dark gray/blue eyes.

If James Grey could stop waking up at five in the morning due to a re-occurring vision about a pretty girl with black hair he’d be happy. But no, James would continue to wake up without the ability to go back to sleep. He threw off the covers and stumbled to the kitchen. A note had been slid under the front door that read,

 Dear James,

            Please meet me five PM, Saturday in the park. We need to talk.

                                                            -Protector.

James froze. It was happening now wasn’t it? Scared his mother could find it, he tip-toed back to his room and hid it in his science textbook. Saturday was tomorrow—no actually, it was today, James thought as he saw the early sun start to light up his room.

“Happy birthday, Jas!” was the first thing Jasper Spring heard on her sixteenth birthday. She opened her eyes to see her parents standing over her with a caramel cake in hand.

            “Really, guys? It’s not a school day and you wake me up at—” Jasper checked the time, “nine.”

            “At least come in the living room and open some presents and eat a piece of cake, we’ll have more tonight when Liz and Grace come over,” her mother, Reyna, insisted.

            “Alright.” She threw the cover off and followed her parents where she saw three prettily wrapped packages on the coffee table.

            “You have more but I want to wait until your friends come for you to open them,” Jasper’s father, William, explained.

            “More? You didn’t have to get me anymore.” Jasper felt that three was enough.

            “No, really, it’s your sixteenth birthday, Jas,” William argued handing her the largest gift with a purple bow and gray wrapping paper. She tore it open to reveal a shiny white laptop.

            “Oh my God! Thank you, you know I’ve been saving my money for this!” She set it aside to take a smaller one from her mother. When she opened it, she recognized instantly—concert tickets. Concert tickets to Green Day.

            “And, you’re going to need a ride there so . . .” William hinted, handing her the last one.

            “Is this what I think it is?” Jasper asked excitedly as she tore open the wrapping paper and opened the tiny box. A key sat, nestled in the purple tissue paper. Jasper gasped in joy and hugged her parents. She bolted up and sprinted to the car port to see a black jeep with a white bow tied to the spare tire on the back. “Can I?” Jasper asked, holding the key so hard that it hurt.

            “Sure, soon you’ll get your license, for now just drive it around the neighborhood.”

            “And try not to run into any mailboxes?” Her father added.

            Jasper smiled at them before jumping into the vehicle and starting it up. With a quick wave she backed out of the driveway of her little suburban driveway. She rounded the block twice before heading home. When she parked she opened the glove box for no reason. Inside was a little letter. Jasper picked up and read:

Dear Jasper,

            Please meet me five PM, Saturday in the park. We need to talk.

                                                            -Protectors.

Confused, Jasper crumpled up the note and slid it into the pockets of her pajamas before going to meet her parents in the kitchen for cake.

its basically a story about three (havent added the third yet) teenagers who find out they have supernatural abilities (really generic I know) and they fight demons. How can I make it flow better? Would you think it's bad or good? Don't sugarcoat anything, please.

This is a stupid question, I know. But, if you were to mix strychnine and mouthwash would that be a chemical change? I'm not planning to, it's for a creative writing story. Also, how much strychnine would it take to kill someone?

I don't quite know how to word this but I'm writing a story and I need a last name that can be used in place of a first name (they call the guy by his last name) like

Giles (from buffy the vampire slayer)

Snape (harry potter)

Hyde or Kelso (That 70s show)

right now his name is Anthony Gates but calling someone Gates just doesn't sound right. Any ideas?

I don't think I have depression, but sometimes I have these random attacks where feel so sad, frustrated, and I feel like I don't even belong in this world or I'm going crazy. I cry during these and basically I want to die because I'm so frustrated and I feel like such an outsider. I have social anxiety and these attacks are kind of like panic attacks but just not the same. It's almost like a nervous break down. Is this a thing? Does anyone else have these?

In a story I'm writing, there are three people chosen to fight the supernatural, but how should they react? I feel like they're under-reacting to being told they're part of something paranormal.Do you have any advice?

I've asked this before and everyone just said she was moody so I shrugged it off but she's starting to act this way again.

She becomes really sad for a week or more and me and her other friends can't ever make her happy. When that ends she becomes irritable and hateful towards us, I do put her in her place when she does this but it just upsets her more and she can't understand what she's done wrong. But then after that phase ends she's really happy and will sometimes even hugs us. She distracted easily and very studious. I know she puts too much pressure on herself because she has a very well-liked older sister. I also know she's been keeping something from me because she'll begin to say it, then just says never mind and stop. She constantly says she fat and ugly, even though she's very skinny and pretty, and puts herself down on a regular basis. Her self-esteem and confidence is gone basically and nothing I say can help.She is only 13. I really worry about her (but I have anxiety so I worry about everything I guess). She is a very good person and I love her, as a friend of course. What can I do to help? Do you think she's just moody?

She is very pretty

She is smart, but not genius smart just a little over the average intelligence

She is a good fighter (but to be fair she was trained for four years)

She is headstrong

but she is also awkward

bad at communicating

she has depression and post-traumatic stress (due to the apocalypse because this story is post-apocalyptic)

She's stubborn

She has anger issues and flares up easily

She doesn't really trust anyone

She is very guarded

and she is bad in dangerous situations

She's introvertive

even though she has bad qualities (and I'm not saying depression is a bad quality) do her good characteristics make her a bit of a mary-sue?

The girl is Trider and the guy is Blaise. It's post-apocalyptic, the girl is part of a group called 'the clan' and they're basically little pods of people that rescue other survivors (it was a disease that started the apocalypse) cruel, terrible people have taken hold of the government and are trying to 're-create' the world in their image. They start by taking surviving children and making them work, and torturing them. Sometimes the torture is just for the fun of the guards in the camps. Anyway, Trider and the rest of her clan find a boy named Blaise. She has a best guy friend in the clan that was kind of in love with her and hedidn'tt take well to the new guy. Trider doesn't like Blaise at first, he thinks she's kind of rude but he grows attached to her. She kisses him on the cheek once when she's drunk, and then when she's sober they look at her old baby pictures that her father carries with him. She begins to cry (becasue she lost her mother and brother) and he comforts her. Later Blaise finds out that his aunt, the only family member he would've had left, died. She comforts him. They dance together and almost kiss but the guy that loves Trider sees them so they dont. The whole thing upsets the guy and he runs away (later you realize he joined the guards at the government. plot twist) he ends up comforting her and they fall asleep together (of course nothing happened). Later, the house the clan was staying in begins to burn and before Blaise goes in to resuce a little girl he became fond of he turns and kisses Trider, they don't talk the rest of the day and that night Trider goes into his room and they sleep with each other (Not in that way they just fall asleep in each others arms) after that they're a couple basically. Did they move along way too fast? The story is in Trider's perspetive.

What are some major flaws you can make when developing a character for a story? I want my characters to to realistic.

It started like it always did in the stories, a disease that wiped out the majority of the nation and people taking control of government for the wrong reasons. What was America was completely different. I looked around the hot living room, nothing special, a stack of books here, a clock there and the dirty sofa I was sprawled across. The house wasn't ours. That was obvious by the pictures of a doting couple scattered across the walls, they were probably dead. I picked up a wedding picture; 'Frank and Anna Fiddler forever' was scrawled around it in pretty cursive. Where was your forever now? I thought setting it aside.

“Trider? Where are you?” My father called from the hall.

“In here, Dad.”

He stepped in and leaned against the doorframe. He was a tall man with a narrow—but strong—frame and short, dark hair. “We need to go, a refugee was spotted in deadwig. Teenage male. Tall. Skinny.” Refugees were people hiding from the cruel government.

“Male?”

“Yeah, different. Usually the refugees are women.” He reached for the gun sitting on the table and strapped it on his belt before throwing me the other gun. “Let’s go.”

I slid into the passenger seat and propped my booted feet on the dashboard earning a look from my father. “Sorry,” I muttered and crossed them instead.

“Is that our campsite?” My father asked as he squinted his eyes to see the little navy blue tent.

“Yes.”

My father parked the jeep in front of the camp and began talking to Johnny, a thick, tall man while Johnny’s brother Kent argued with Georgia. I couldn’t help but notice that her face was turning as red as her hair. I tell what the argument was about, something to do with the radio in their car. A mosquito buzzed in my ear and I swatted at it before entering the tent. It was November, there be any , but after the Disease everything became hotter. The tent was dark and I could make out two figures, Rosie and David. David was the strawberry-blond, blue-eyed son of Johnny. Rosie was a six-year-old refugee we had found three months ago. She never spoke, and never trusted us.

“Any progress?” I asked without much concern.

“No,” he leaned against a pole supporting the tent and crossed his arms tightly. His hair had gotten long enough to curl on the ends.

I peeked out of the tent to see Georgia give up the argument and storm back to her truck. She got in and slammed the door loudly while Kent smirked in amusement.

“David! Trider!” Johnny called.

“C’mon,” I muttered to David. Kent passed us and slipped quietly into the tent, he must be watching Rosie. I hopped into the passenger seat and David in the back. My father shoved the key in the ignition slammed on the gas. Instead of riding with his father, he chose to ride with us. His father and Georgia usually tracked the refugee, David found that boring.

There was static and then the Georgia’s voice came through the radio. “Hello? Can you hear me, Steven?” She asked my father.

“Yes, we can hear you. Have you spotted him yet?”

“Steven, we just left the campsite. How could we have spotted him?”

“Just wanting to know . . .” He trailed off and swerved to avoid hitting a boulder.

“Wait! Maybe! I see—oh, never mind. That was a deer.”

“We can’t just drive around all day looking for some kid who’s probably already fried his brain from the sun,” David said from the backseat after almost an hour had passed.

“We’ve got the time.”

“Do we?” David snapped at my father. “I thought I’d have a nice life and look where I am.”

“Surrounded by people who love you?” My father asked sarcastically, “What a torture.”

“No!” David barked. “Living in fear, feeling like I’m one step closer to what I want most before having it ripped away from me!”

“David, be thankful you aren’t in the camps.” He said the word so quietly I almost didn’t hear. The camps were where the government sent its captures, mostly children or women. The Clan—which was us—found refugees and offered them shelter and food.

“I am. I am thankful, sir.”

David often bickered with the adults of the Clan. Georgia never really did like him, and Kent only tolerated him because David was his nephew. And Johnny basically had to love him, it was his son. David’s mother had a mental breakdown when her sister and mother died in the Disease, she went insane and no one really knew what happened next.

I chose to ignore the argument, like usual. When I argue, I end up hitting the other person. It happened many times before. The sun was beginning to set when we spotted something.

“Georgia?” My father said to the radio. “We see him! He’s leaving Flynn and heading towards Sonling.

“On our way. Stay safe, you guys.”

Johnny’s static-filled voice cut the silence. “David, keep your gun with you at all times.”

“Yes, sir,” David replied.

We parked the car and got out, heading towards the wooded area of the desert. “He’s right,” My dad said. “Trider, David, only shoot if you have too.”

(I'm sorry this will probably be really long and drawn out but i tend to add too much detail)

This girl that hangs around my friends and me is really annoying and pretty mean to me. She's also really vain, loud, and likes to brag about her money. Two of my friends like her and think she's funny (wow this really makes me sound like a stupid teenager) but my best friend and I can't stand her. She used to be so mean to all of us, especially me. I almost feel betrayed that they would just love her and forgive her in a snap, I would personally never be able to forgive someone who was such a jerk to my friend. Sometimes my best friend (the one who can't stand her) and I will talk about her, I know it's wrong and mean, but it makes me feel better. She won't ever let me speak, she judges people who are a bit different. She constantly tells me I need to 'smile better' in pictures or will say 'Could you look any more upset?' And a lot of times I'll snap at her or use a comeback for what she says and her friend will tell me to be nice. I need to be nice?? I'm not the one who starts everything. Anyway, I had just started feeling like a fit in, my anxiety wasn't that bad, and there was a guy at my church and we would occaisonally flirt (it kind of boosted my self confidence because a guy might actually be flirting with ME!) and then she came, also the guy moved away (i have really bad luck) and my anxiety has gotten so much worse, my stress levels are sky rocketing and I'm basically crying every night. I can't just ignore her because I want to hang out with my other friends, and they have to invite her everywhere we go. (Shes also really pretty and i have low self esteem so that doesn't help) plus my mother thinks that I'm putting it all in my head

Long (too long) story short, she's driving me to insanity and I don't know what to do. Any advice?

Should I wait towards the end for my main characters to get together or is the beginning/middle okay? Because I don't really want to wait until the end since the book (which I hope I can get published one day) has no sequel. Should i wait? They basically fell in love when they met but she is trying to just see him as a friend. That's not the entire plot though, its an apocalypse story.

I'm not even sure if these are the right lyrics but it's like 'annd the pheromoones!" I have no idea who it's by but it's been stuck in my head all week

When I'm around people I talk really loud and my words flow together. Also, in some of my harder classes my stomach makes strange noises and hurts. I have to suck in or else it will gurgle loudly. But the sucking in hurts and the other day I felt like my stomach was about to do that and I started sweating and it got really hot and I couldn't breathe. Please help.

I need this for a story I'm writing.

One of the main characters, Blaise, is trying to start a fire. He's put in paper, wood, dry grass and is trying to light it with a match. It's not starting and his hand is right above the dull ember. It suddenly explodes up and his hand is caught there because of his bracelet. He finally gets it out but how bad would this burn if his hand was in the fire for about five seconds? What would happen afterwords? Is this even plausible?

It's post-apocalyptic.

The story is in first person from the point of view of Trider Bane. A disease killed half the population including her mother, brother, and the rest of her family. People took control over government and are taking in children to make train them to be lethal, killing machines. Those who survived have created small clans all over the world. They rebel against the government and take in refugees (People who are surviving on their own or they escaped the government prisons). The Clan consists of:

Steven Bane (Trider's father)

Johnny Goldman

Kent Goldman (Johnny's brother)

David Goldman (Johnny's son and a boy who is in love with Trider but she doesn't know it)

Georgia Fann

Rosie Clarke (She's a six-year old who was freed from the prisons by her brother who died)

The Clan finds a refugees named Blaise Peirce who falls in love with Trider. David leaves during the middle and joins the governments guards after realizing he could never be with Trider. Georgia betray them in hopes of finding her brother and sister, but they had died long ago and the government was tricking her to get answers. And Rosie is killed. The story does end happily with Trider and Blaise getting together.

Sometimes I have these attacks, usually in church or wherever else it gets hot, they are just like the symptoms of low blood pressure. Except, everything gets really bright like when you turn the contrast up on a picture. I thought it was just low blood pressure but I'm not so sure anymore. The last time it happened my chest, back, and upper arm got very tight and stiff and I had trouble breathing. Also, though I'm not sure if this means anything, my knees started to itch and tingle. It usually happens when we kneel to pray at church, but it doesn't always. I'm only thirteen.

It seems that people always stare at me. I was in a restaurant once and this woman stared the ENTIRE time. It wasn't a nice stare either, she was glaring at me. And I saw her tap her husband/male that was with her and pointed over to me. And another time when I was in a store there was a mirror behind the check-out counter and when the employee was fixing something she noticed my reflection in the mirror, gasped, and began to stare at me. It's not like I dress abnormally, my hair is brushed and normal, and it's not like I'm stunning or pretty. Any other reasons people might stare?

Not hugely bipolar, but she has had weird mood swings. For about a week she's really happy and funny, then she becomes angry, sarcastic and lashes out at us. Or she'll come to school in almost teas and not speak and stay like that the rest of the day. Also, she'll be hurt very easily or yell at me, when I get mad and yell back she can't seem to understand why I'm getting mad. Nothing we do can cheer her up sometimes. Is this bipolar disorder or is she just moody? I know she's stressed and has a very low self-esteem. I really want to help.