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Okay so at 4:30 this morning, my grandfather took my nana (the one with Alzheimer's) to use the bathroom like usual, but when he took her back to bed, she suddenly held her arms to her chest and began screaming. This woke about everyone else up and we were all in the room trying to get her to respond until my brother called an ambulance. She wasn't screaming anymore, but she was talking (more like muttering) and it was hard to understand but I could make out her trying to say my grandfather's name. We thought she had a stroke. She does have diabetes and we don't check her blood pressure often, but the doctors told us it wasn't her diabetes at all. The only time she became responsive again was when the ambulance people were carrying her out of the room. The doctor checked her head, heart, blood. Everything came back as normal. The doctors think it's iust her Alzheimer's but we have no clue and we don't know what to do. The doctors discharged her but she is very, very weak.

Thank you for your help.

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My nana suffers from Alzheimer's, & she's at the last stages of the illness. They've been married for 41 years, and I have been noticing differences in my papa. For one thing, he leaves the house more than 4 times a day, gives us lame excuses like "I'm running arrands." "I need some me time." "I'm going for a ride." "I'm going over to cousin Dusty's." & sometimes he doesn't even tell us where he'sgoing and always takes longer than 30 min coming back home. But that isn't what started off my suspicions...last year he had given me his cell phone because mine was off & I needed to call my mom when to come pick me up. Well, we were driving back to the house & I was deleting the texts I had sent to my boyfriend at the time during class. As you probably all ready guessed, I saw messages from a number he hadn't saved in his phone & it said "I love you."

So obviously I called the number, no one picked up. And then I got a text saying "Will call you back soon."

I found out her name is Virginia something (has the same name as my grand mother) and I found more messages from her & him. He had said something like "I have to start treating you better" or something like that.

I haven't looked through his phone since then, mostly because he takes it with him everywhere.

Please give me your opinions.

I'm seventeen years old, am going to be graduating in a couple of days, & I have been thinking I am pregnant for a couple of weeks now, unsure. First things first, I've had sex four or five weeks ago. I was still on my period when it happened, but was just getting off it. I've asked him repeatedly if he wore a condom & he swears he did, but when we were done & I sat up, I saw an unopened condom wrapper...Anyway, my first pregnancy symphom was nausea. I didn't puke, I just kept feeling like I was going to. My anxiety has been up, I'm swallowing spit every 5 minuets, and using the bathroom. I've taken three pregnancy tests the second week I experiened the symptoms, all came back with a faint pink line on the pregnancy part. I dont know what that means? Anyway, now, 2 or 3 weeks later, my period was supposed to come on the third, hasn't yet...my breats are sore and my back is too. My nipples are darker and grew a little.

Should I test again or just wait for my period? Please help.

Alright, so last night/yesterday, I was planning on having sexxx w/this guy (let's call him Tay) that I've known for a good 3 years. Anyway, it was evening & he came to see me. My friend was staying the night & she took cover for me while I went outside w/Tay. We made out & then he got on top of me, told me to take my shorts/undies off---etc. Ya know how magic happens. Anyway, we were getting into it, I was moaning/loving it, & then he slows down & he's like: "You just loved teasing me." & he'd go faster, & then he'd slow down & go "All that **** you were talking." & he just got really, really rough with me. (this was my second time having sex) Then he wanted to have a 3 some with my friend, & I was like: "She's not going to do that , Tay" & then he just looked down at me & was like "You sure?" & I began to nod, & then he just thrusted into me harder & he even had to cover my mouth because I started screaming. (thats how good it felt, ohmygodddd) he'd pin my arms down or he'd grab onto my hair roughly, still thrusting into me. & he kept saying "Am I changing your mind?" & then he stopped, looked down at me & was like "Go get her." & I was like "No." Then he began doing it again, covering my mouth when I began to scream--etc...then while he was finishing up he was like "You just don't know how to listen...maybe I can teach you..." & again, BAM.

So, was this rape? Or was he just really, really rough with me & I didn't expect it?

Please answer.

Okay, let me explain first. & please read all of this before answering.

I'm on probation for 6 months for getting busted with weed. It's a long story. In November, I smoked with some friends, but before that I've been clean for almost 5 months. I came back home the following Sunday, got a call from my probation officer & he said I have to go by his office to see him that Thursday. So of course I was freaking out. I talked to some friends, & they told me to just drink a lot of water everyday & even the day of the test. I'd say I drunk about 10 glasses a day, used the bathroom every 2 minuets & the day before I chugged a whole thing of non-sweetened cranberry juice. So the day of the test I went in, we talked & then he told me to go into the bathroom. I peed in the cup & my urine was clear, looked almost like water. The woman giving me the test came back in & was like "Do you drink a lot of water?" & I was like "Yeah." I was nervous, obviously, when I sat back down in my officer's office. 5 minuets later he came in & told me I passed the test.

Now here's the situation I'm in now: me & my friend smoked 3 times. Once was the ending of November, the next was the beginning of December & the last time was after Christmas. I have to meet my officer January 6th & I've been drinking water like mad.

If I do the same thing I've done last time, will I pass the test again?

Read this over & let me know how I can improve it, or is it good enough?

Thank you.

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Okay, so let me explain the situation:

I was at my friends house a month or so ago, and she didn't tell me she took 10 muscle relaxers. She invited these guys over and we all smoked w e e d . When they left, my friend and I went back inside to wash the dishes for her mom so she wouldn't have to do anything when she got home. We were half way done with the dishes when my friend tells me she doesn't feel good and suddenly she's on the floor, screaming. She told me she really did take 10 pills (we didn't know what type of pills they were at the time) and I thought she was overdosing because she wasn't responding and she was having multiple sizers. So I call 911 because I thought she was dying. The ambulance gets there and so do the police. The police pulled me out of the house and were like "We know what you guys did, so go ahead and tell us." So I explained the story about the guys coming and us smoking with them. The officer asked me if I had any on me, and I gave him the bag one of the guys gave me for later. & I had to call my friends mom and my mom.

Anyway, I went to my probation officer's office and he told me he would try to handle this informally, saying I'll have to do 20 hours of community service (I'm all ready doing community service at my animal shelter anyway so that wasn't a big deal) I'll have to write a 5 page essay about the dangers of smoking p o t , I'll have to go to a Stay Up program every 2 wednesdays of the month, and my cerfew is 7 P.M to 7 A.M.

But today I found out I will have court on Nov. 12th. I've never gone to court before so I really don't know what is going to happen. Will I go to juvi? I'm really nervous about this.

Can anyone tell me what might happen? Please.

Around 12 i took a lot of aspirin. i don't know how much, probably 25 or more. i didn't count them, just swallowed the pills. i started getting an upset stomach around 1 so i ran to the bathroom and made myself vomit until i couldn't anymore. im really tired but i cant sleep, im too scared. i know what i did was stupid and im never doing it again. now its 2 30 and i have a tiny headache, but that's it. i can still hear, my body hasn't actually puked yet, i made myself puke by sticking my finger down my throat. i know what i did was stupid as ****. do i need to just stay awake for a couple of hours until i feel better. please help, im really scared.

Hey you guys, I have a few - or maybe a TON - of questions about my novel, what do I need to do before I try to publish it...etc. This is my first FINISHED novel, and for me that's a huge deal. I always write stories, make up characters and amazing plots/story lines, but I never finished any of my ideas. This idea stuck with me though and I've finally finished it and am thinking on writing a second book to the first.

Here are my questions:

I'm sixteen. So if I take a printed out copy of my novel to a publisher, will they take me seriously or just throw all my hard work in the trash?

Do I need to edit/revise my novel and make a final copy - the one I have typed up in Microsoft Word is a rough draft - before printing it all out and finding an editor?

Do I need to do my reaserch on the best editors before scouting one out, or just find a random one?

Can I publish it myself and sell it to my friends / family; all that jazz?

I really, really want young people (teens/young adults) to read my novel and dive right into it. For my age, I know I'm an impeccable author/artist. I've had a passion for writing ever since I could pick up a pencil! And learning how to type only made that passion ignite stronger. Lord, if you get me typing on a keyboard I just WON'T stop until all the words are typed out on a pretty little Microsoft Word document.

Alright, sorry, back to the questions:

What's it like, getting your book published? Is it like an interview? Would I have to dress nicely and PROVE to the editor that I'm dead serious about becoming an author?

Please answer all these questions.

This is my first time describing a dragon and it's very important that I get it right - therefore there will be tons of re-editing until I think it's amazing. This relates to the ending of my novel, so I want to get it right.

Description:

Suddenly, Uri screams.

It’s not a cry of pain. It’s a scream filled with power he can’t control as he Changes. That white aura is covering him from our view but everyone stops fighting to look. The white light it shinning so bright that all of the vampires around us screech and turn to ash. The light reaches the sky above, diminishing the dark clouds trying to claim it. And when it finally dimmers down and my eyes adjust, Uri isn’t here anymore.

In his place stands a huge beast with massive wings that are unfurled, looking as if he’s going to embrace the sky. The dragon’s scales are ruby and topaz, every time the sun shines on them it creates an illusion of fire crawling up and down its scaly – yet so beautiful – body. His aqua-blue eyes could crack rock and spirit. He stinks of sulphur and radiates with manifest power. Mighty horns are on top of his gigantic head, electricity moves between them. His muscles uncoil fluidly under his shinning scales as he turns around to face Luka and Daniel, his mighty tail whipping around like a snake’s does when it’s about to strike.

The happiness – the shock and relief – of knowing dragons can still be saved, that they can still exist, almost brings tears to my eyes. '

In my book, I made it so that dragons had the power to take away a vampire's abilities or a Hunters' (a supernatural human who protects paranormals) senses. They were overly hunted and became exsist years ago, but my character Uri - who everyone thought was a warlock because he can manipulate the element fire - is a new type of paranormal - a shapeshifter who can hold the mighty power of the dragon.

This is a scene where Uri is taking away two of my character's vampire abilities. PLEASE give me honest opinions.

“Luka Valacari, Daniel Waters, you both have shamed the vampire name around the globe,” Uri’s voice sounds like the gates of a castle opening, “I am going to take away all of your powers. Death will not be an option because Heaven is full and Hell certainly will not have you. You both will be banished to the Outer Realms. No one will show you kindness; no one will speak to you. And since you both are immortal,” Uri seems to smile, or maybe it’s just his scales rippling, “you will be living your own Hell. I will take away your bloodlust, so you won’t die of that. Dieses and famine, though, could be your death; or maybe you’ll die of the bitterness of loneliness. . .”

Uri shoots up into the sky, his wings catch the light and it looks like they’re made out of heavenly fire as he hovers over Daniel and Luka who are still paralyzed. Uri’s stomach is the color of moonstone and so is his fire as he gently breathes it on Daniel and Luka.

The fire frames their bodies and their eyes grow wide, their backs arch and their arms are spread; palms open. At the center of their foreheads, a red, glowing symbol appears, reminding me of an Egyptian hieroglyphic – the Vampire Ankh, my mind tells me – and the same symbol forms on their opened palms, too. The hieroglyphic is shattered into tiny pieces and the red color turns into ebony, crumbling and disappearing into oblivion.

Uri inhales sharply, releasing them from his hold. They fall to the ground on their knees; their hands press to the earth and their heads are hanging down. Uri lands back on the concrete delicately and the slit in the earth disappears.

“Your actions are unforgivable and your punishment is exile.” Is all he says before Daniel and Luka vanish; smoke is the only thing left.

Please give me honest opinions, advice, and so on. All answers are appreciated. Thank you.

Hi guys, I've been on a diet ever since the 7th grade. I used to be over 200 pounds, and I lost about 20 pounds since then. I don't know if my scale is messed up, because it says I'm 184 pounds (I do not look 184 pounds, trust me.) And it's so hard loosing the rest of my weight. I go to the gym everyday and I can tell my stomach is getting harder (my sides aren't poking out as much, I don't have any rolls on my back) and my thighs/butt/arms are getting toned. I eat 6 small, healthy meals a day and I know my metabolism is increasing because yesterday I ate eggs and grapes for breakfast, a footlong subway for lunch, and a small salad for dinner (and I admit I had 10 nacho chips a little cheese, forgive me) I know cardio is the best way to loose the stomach pounds but the only cardio I do at the gym is run on the tredmill for 10 minuets and then I do an ab crunch machine to help with the top half of my stomach. I realized yesterday that I should only do the ab crunch machine twice a week because I had SERIOUS muscle cramps and had to stretch it out then sleep it off. God, it hurt.

So, to help with my lower half of my stomach do I need to do the leglift machine twice a week after I do the crunch one? (on the crunch machine I did 50) And at my gym they have Zumba on Tuesdays and Thursdays and that makes you SWEAT a lot. I'm thinking about doing that this Thursday.

And I know I can't just target one part of my body when working out. I work on my arms, legs, thighs and butt too, but my stomach is the only thing I'm concerned about because it's the hardest to loose.

Please give me some advice and tips on how to flatten my stomach. I don't even care for abs, I just want to get the fat off.

Thank you to anyone who answers; I appreciate it.

Alright so I have a best friend. Her name's Madison and today she was hanging out with her boyfriend. Her step dad came out of the house, saw her in the car with him (all they were doing was talking) and her step dad was drunk. He tried to fight her boyfriend and he actually CHOKED Madison. She ran away, called me to come get her. She was crying - that's how scared she was. So I got someone to pick her up and she stayed at my house. I calmed her down and we planned to call her * real * dad tomorrow so he can pick her up. But her mom kept calling me, getting me paranoid. She told me the cops were coming to talk to me. Madison's boyfriend told me I need to get Madison out of my house before the cops come and that I don't need to hide her because that'd be 'harboring a fugitive' I got so scared so I called her dad, explained him the situation, and he wanted to pick up Madison right then so I told him where I live and we waited. But her mom just kept calling and calling me, getting me even more scared. So Madison & I bolted out of my backyard, hopped the fence and started to walk towards the park where we'd meet her dad. Then we saw a police officer driving beside us and he drove to my house. I tried to convince Madison that we need to go back to my house and get this over with. She was so scared and kept saying 'They're gonna take me away'. So she ran and I followed her, then her REAL DAD (not the step dad. I know it's confusing) called me and we were running to meet him at the white church down the street when we saw a cop pull up beside us. Before he could even speak I just shouted 'Her step dad choked her and he was drunk. That's why we left.' So he told us to get in the car. We were so scared that we were freaking holding hands. Her dad called me and I told him to follow the police car and he did. We pulled up beside the white church, the policeman stopped driving and got out of the car. Four more cop cars appeared and then they made us tell them the truth while shinning a flash light in our eyes. They got Madison's side of the story and they called her boyfriend as a witness to the choking. They let me leave because I answered all the questions and they already yelled at me, all that yada.

So I got home, got yelled at, had a serious talk with my mom. Madison's at her dad's and her mom actually cried.

Did I do the right thing by getting Madison out of the situation? Her mom choked her one time too, just because Madison didn't give her mom her phone. Seriously? Should I feel guilty about breaking up Madison's family? I feel really bad. Did I do the right thing? Please help.

"I need to show you something."

She smiles, showing me very, very white teeth that are framed with blood red lips. I nod, too scared to speak because it might expose how hard my heart is beating in my chest.

She only said six simple words. Her voice didn't even sound sinister. It sounded like smooth velvet against my skin. So if nothing about her scares me, then why is my heart trying to escape my chest and why are chill bumps decorating my arms?

She leads me down a dark corridor. The dress she's wearing flows in her wake, reminding me of dark, stormy waves. Finally we reach the end of the hallway and before she opens the door that hovers over us, she turns to face me.

"Whatever happens, whatever you see, do not leave the room."

Again, I just nod.

She looks at me, tilting her heart shaped head and looks at me with bright green eyes. I try to disguise the anxiety bubbling in my veins and pray to God she doesn't notice . . .

She opens the door and the growling that's coming from inside hits me right between the eyes. A man is chained to a brick wall. He's shirtless, showing me his pale skin and the hard muscles underneath. Scratches and burns decorate his bare skin like tattoos and his long back hair shadows his face. I can see burning blue eyes peeking through strands of his hair.

"Heartless b i t c h," he snarls, trying to throw himself on Avaline. The chains shriek as he struggles against them.

Avaline just smiles and snaps her fingers. Her green eyes are radiating with intensity and power while mine are probably wide with fear and curiosity. Who is this guy? Why the h e l l is he chained and scarred?

As soon as the chains fall to the floor with a haunting thump, the boy smiles - wait. He snarls, launching himself at Avaline.

"Pause." She whispers, sounding delicate and childlike.

The boy stops. His arms are extended forward, his nails look like claws, ready to scratch Avaline's porcelain face off. He's frozen in his pounce, but his eyes are wildly looking from me to Avaline, full of anger and aggression.His face is disoriented, twisted - showing us his pain that Avaline is afflicting upon him. Her smile grows, her eyes shine, revealing her absolute delight.

I exhale a shaky breath I didn't realize I was holding.

"Rewind."

The boy is thrown back on all fours, walking backwards towards the wall he was held prisoner on.His blinks are backwards, his breathing and rise and fall of his chest too. The chains rise from the floor, looking like metallic snakes ready to strike, and wrap around the boy's arms. His words - the ones he spoke to Avaline when we first entered this torture chamber - are twisted and backwards too. They're foreign to my ears and claw at my brain with the hatred in his voice.

"Stop."

Everything snaps back to normal. The boy goes slack, leading against the wall for support. He looks at Avaline, eyes full of hatred and disgust. She sighs, still smiling, turns to me and motions me out of the room.

Dumbfound, I walk out of the room. As soon as I'm in the corridor, I take off running. My footsteps echo throughout the empty hall and almost block out the sound of the door closing behind me and Avaline's musical, haunting laughter.

Almost.

What do you guys think about this? Does it sound good so far?

It's four AM, I'm bored & really want to take my mom's car out. I'm 16 & only have my learners. I'm pretty sure nobody will be on the road this early, and it'll be too dark for the cops to see me through the windows. My mom won't wake up until 9 or 8 to go into work so I shouldn't get caught.

I'm probably going to do it anyway, so don't tell me I shouldn't.

Anyway, have you guys ever taken your parents car out before without them knowing? Did you get caught?

Okay so I have a samsung contiuum. it's verizon & I've been having this problem for a month now. I turned off my wifi to try to send a picture but it keeps saying 'pending'. How do I get my phone to send pictures & receive them?

I just had a good idea for a story and I need opinions. This is only the first draft of the prologue - I'm going to edit it - but I need to know if its even worth editing and trying to build a story on it.

The night that Daniel Rider jumped off of the highest skyscraper in Waycross was the night all hell broke loose – and not because some kid was committing suicide, though that was what we thought when we saw him hurling to the ground like a fallen star.

No.

It wasn’t because he was about to end his teenage life and be frozen at the age of seventeen. It wasn’t because his mother was screaming over the roar of the helicopters and sirens that broke the silence of that unforgettable Tuesday night.

All hell broke loose because when he was hurling closer and closer to the pavement that would crash his fall and end his life, he defied gravity completely and flipped his slender body around in a circle, landed on his feet, and survived.

He freefell from 1,325 feet and simply landed on his freaking feet like it wasn’t anything. Like him fooling everyone and almost giving his mother a heart attack wasn’t something to worry about.

When he landed, he was smiling from ear to ear, perfect white teeth somehow glowing in the dim light. The strangest thing of all – at least to me – was when everyone recovered from the ultimate shock and adrenalin to crowd around Daniel and demand how in the hell he did that, he just grinned again, his gray-violet eyes searching the crowd of reporters, neighbors, classmates and loved ones . . . and landed right on me, freezing my bones and stopping my heart from beating.

And that was only the beginning.

So, is this good so far? Opinions please.

I've already asked a question about this but something else is still troubling me. I'm entering the Young GA Authors contest & I just found out a short story is three or five pages long.

Would it be okay if I just enter a first chapter to this story I'm working on (a girl has found her mother in an alley, on the verge of life or death and her mother dies in her arms) ? Or would my entry get disqualified?

What I'm saying is would it be okay if I explain how she found her mother, and how she feels about her mother being murdererd?

It starts out with the girl reading her mother's last diary entry before she was murdererd. Then it goes into detail about how her mother once was, how the daughter feels lost without her mother who was like a father to her as well. & it ends with : "Whoever said what kills you makes you stronger is a liar".

Please answer.

I'm entering the Young GA Author's Contest and I need an amazing idea so I can write a short story for it. Here's what I have so far:

Just like in pre-k, she held my hand on the way to the high school cafeteria, and she let go as soon as we got to the doors.....it feels surreal as she becomes older, but those instincts are still strong to always protect her.

I stop reading because the tears streaming down my face have left small puddles of water on the diary pages and they smear the ink. I groan, frustrated, ruining my only chance to read her final thoughts before she left me forever

If you were a judge in a writing competition, would you continue reading after you've read these sentences or would you just throw it in the trash?

The plot of this story is that my main character's mother was murdered in an alley and the main character found her mother on the edge of life and death. She held her mother in her arms until she passed away. Now the daughter has to find her mother's murderer because the police aren't doing a good job.

Would you continue reading this? Does it have potential?

Okay so I'm going to enter the Young Georgia Author Writing Competition and I have tons of plots, characters & unfinished stories. But the only issue is I don't know which one to use. That's why I need your help.

I really want to use this plot I've come up with about my main character finding her mother's dead body in an alley. But I don't know if that's too "gory" or intense. Its very well written (if I do say so myself).

Here are all of the stories I think have a chance at winning at least second place. Please just pick which one you think is the best. Please note that these are all my ideas.

One: my main character and her friend are walking home from the movies and when they reach main character's cabin, they hear a scream. Main character's friend runs into the woods to find out what it was. Friend comes back to tell main character he found a dead woman's body, her bones and insides were thrown across the ground like chain mail. Wolves -a huge pack- are responcible.

Two: Main character is running from her boyfriend. He catches up with her, tries to pull her back, but all of her anger towards him is so intense that she actually burns him with her bare hands and kills him. "Shes like fire and ice, this could be Hell, this could be paradise"

Three : main character is a vampire and has wondered into her old home, picking random spots to force herself to remember the day she had Changed immortal.

Four: main character is running for her life -literily- from a pack if wolves. The pack calls this "The Hunt " its how they find new members of the pack & change then wulfen by force. Once main character has Changed, there's something off about her (other than the obvious part) she doesn't get hairy or transform like the other Wolves. She's a new speicies of wulfen called 'loup-garou'.

Please pick one of these. I really need help with this.