Tinsley Monroe

Hi, so I'm visiting a local college today for a one on one type tour with the counselor and my parents. They're showing us around the specific buildings that go with my interest (the PA program). So it's not exactly a walk on, but it's not an interview, either.

I'm not sure if shorts/capris would be too casual since it is one on one -- do you think I should play it safe with a skirt and a nicer blouse?

Thanks!

Hi, so I plan on going to a rated R movie, and I'm over 17, but i don't have my license or any type of ID besides an expired temporary ID. I look quite young, so I'm wondering -- can they accept the expired ID? It's been expired for over a year since I only had it to get onto my brother's military base.

Please, a straight answer would be good. I don't want to go to the theatre only to be turned away because it's expired and they can't consider it.

Please vote for what you think would fit each character the best. Thank you!

* GIRL 1 — Blonde and slim, she is a student who tends to be more of a follower than a leader. She craves reassurance from others, and is sweet in a soft-spoken sort of way.

-Brenna

-Kenna

-Sadie

-Hollis

* GIRL 2 — A redhead from the Florida. She's a little air headed but has a big heart, and can step up when needed. Despite a not-so-great past, she tends to look on the bright side of things.

-Caroline

-Nina

-Lorianne

-Tammy

* GIRL 3 — She has soft brown eyes but a hard interior; she is the type to know what she wants and how she is going to get it. While never in malicious intent, she is willing to do whatever is necessary in a situation.

-Addison

-Katie

-Taylor

-Marley

* GIRL 4 — She's got an ample amount of brains and doesn't crack under pressure. Currently studying to be a nurse, she tends to think through things practically.

-Delaney

-Mona

-Kimberly

-Georgia

So, I just finished ready The Book Thief by Markus Zusak, and The Secret Holocaust Diaries, and I'm really in the mood to read more set in that time period.

I find Germany during the time especially fascinating, so anything that revolves around Nazis would be great. But, if it occurs anywhere else and has a different set of characters, that's also fine.

Basically, I just want something that is a good read. Romance is good, I'm fine with violence and such. Thank you!

Okay, so next year, me and and a few friends plan on taking a ski trip to Vermont for a weekend, most likely Killington or Smugglers Notch.

A few of them should be 18 by the time– I will either be 16 or 17, depending on what time we go. Most likely, though, I'd be 17 as would the majority of our group (we're planning on 10 people, 12 tops.) We want to stay in a condo. We recently were all at Smuggs on a school trip, and we stayed in condos. Although there were chaperones, they didn't stay in all of the houses with students, even though in my particular house, none of us were older than 17.

So, my question– if one of the over 18 year olds/one of our parents booked the rooms under one of their names, would we be able to stay there without any actual "adults"? Is there anything that can prevent them from being alright? Because, I mean, technically they would be legally booking the room and everything. So is it okay to just have a bunch of 17-18 year olds there alone?

For a fic. She's from District 1 which, in the book, is usually represented by material, 'luxury' names. Shimmer, Gloss, Cashmere, Marvel, etc.

My character fits the normal District 1 citizen- blonde, light blue eyes, slim, a fighter. However, she struggles with the internal conflicts that come along with killing people/being in the games.

I'm trying to find a name that doesn't make people hate reading it, but that fits with the District style.

So far I'm considering:

-Glimmer (I feel it may be too similar to Shimmer)

-Gleam

-Glitter

-Glitz

-Luster

-Sparkle

So be a doll and vote for one of those, or suggest me ones that could fit. It'd be greatly appreciated!

Please pick one boy name and one girl name from the lists.

GIRLS

-Delaney/Lainey

-Lacey

-Aspen

-Mia

-Callista

-Brenna

-Winnie

-Kieren

-Leigh

BOYS

-Calder

-Adrian

-Dorian

-Eli

-Branson

-Jude

-Weston

Please. I'm looking for something very girly, feminine, delicate. So far I have the ones below- so, anything similar to them will work!

Mia

Lacey

Gabriella

Leigh

Ella

Thanks!

I need help naming this character. She is a girl, seventeen years old. She currently attends a boarding school, and she comes from a moderately wealthy/upperclass family. She is into running, and does track and field for her school. Imagine an athletic built, tan, dirty-blonde haired, blue eyed all American girl.

She lives in California, and the boarding school she attends is in a small, not very known southern portion of the state. The only time she really gets into trouble is when she attends a party, because she tends to go too overboard on those situations and doesn't take her alcohol too well.

Uhm, best answer gets ten points. Go!

I'm looking for kind of like, laid back, chill names for characters in the story I am writing.

So far I have the girls' names Winnie and Marlow. If you can give me girls AND boys names that are kind of unique but not totally out there, that'd be awesome. It'd be even better if they were beachy/surfy sounding.

Thanks!

I am writing a story, just for fun, and was kind of wondering if you guys could help me brainstorm some titles?

Basically, the story is set in a beach house and it follows a few young adults and an unforgettable summer. Lot's of tears and memories, that type of stuff. Like I said, it is just for fun. But I am horrible at titles. So. Any help is appreciated.

So, I went on a trip to Vermont two weeks ago, and while there I was in an outdoor hot tub in 4 degree weather. When I started getting a cold after I got home on a Tuesday, I basically just blamed it on that.

The cold didn't go awy until this Friday, but I had a lingering cough. It was this really dry cough that was equivalent to dry heaving, and it gave me massive amounts of pain in my abdomen.

As this week came around, it got worse. Now it is wet and phlegm-y, and I can't go five minutes without a coughing fit. It's aso really tender and it hurts to touch my outer ribs.

When I woke up this morning, I had horrible shoulder pain, too. This is what I am kind of stuck on. I have a sternoclavicular dislocation in my right shoulder, and that is where the pain is. At first I just thought it was the normal ache I get with that, but it is a horrible stabbing pain towards the back of my shoulder/shoulderblade whenever I cough.

I don't know. I mean, I am a healthy teenage girl. I have always been athletic and the only reason I am not in a sport at the moment is because I have physical therapy for the dislocation- but I am skiing still. I have never snoked or drank, and I am a healthy weight- 5'5" and 120 lbs. Also, I am very hypermobile but I don't think that matters in this case.

I don't understand what is wrong with me- if it is normal and I am just overreacting. I would still like to hear yout opinions, though, so I don't run to the doctors to find out nothing is wrong besides the after affect of a cold.

Thanks!

I am not looking for exact names, just some ideas. I feel like everyone I have is just way too overused. And I know, the whole not naming a character for the way they act, whatever. I just need some names to get the creative juices flowin'

Character One: Girl, sixteen years old. Dyed bleach blonde hair, has a tendancy to wear bright colored lipsticks. Quite the party girl, "No one gets remembered for being on the honor roll their whole high school career.

Character Two: Girl, eighteen years old. Dark brown hair, tan, pretty and Italian. Mainly quiet, A student "Do they realize how stupid it makes them look? I'd like to see them being so cocky in five years, when they are out of a job and broke."

Character Three: Boy, seventeen. Brown hair, on a foreign exchange program from France for the year. "These Americans are so... /dirty/."

Character Four: Boy, seventeen. Black hair, won't go out without a plaid flannel shirt on. Really into his band and getting out to more people. "I'll make it big one day- I don't care what you think."

Character 5: Boy, eighteen. Sandy blonde hair, tall and lanky. Has a reputation for the time he accidentally caused a fire in the court yard by tossing his cigarette. "**** girls. You sleep with them once and they expect flowers or something."

“Duke Elliotte.” Blaise drawled, shaking her head a bit. “Well, this is a surprise.”

She leaned over the counter of the café she worked at, sizing up the boy she hadn’t seen in over two years. His black hair curled around his ears, and was perfectly gelled in tuffs on his forehead. His olive skin seemed to become even tanner. He had the same deep brown eyes, and that damn pointed chin.

He flashed the blonde a charming smile that made her heart race many times in the past. “I told you I would come back, didn’t I?”

She let out a bitter laugh. “Hah, yeah. Now what is this about? What do you need?” She said seriously, her coral lips turning into a tight lipped frown.

“What do you mean, what do I need? I wanted to come here. I wanted to see you-I missed you, B.” He reached across the counter, taking her small hands in his.

She sighed. “I’m working, Duke. I’m not getting into this now, alright?”

He frowned, and she pulled away. Thankfully, the café wasn’t busy so there wasn’t any type of line developing behind the boy. Still, if her boss caught her talking to some guy, she would be in a bit of trouble.

“Later, then. Let me take you for dinner. We need to talk.” Duke insisted, his tone turning serious for once.

“I really don’t think that’s a good idea. My boyfriend and me have plans, and I’m not about to cancel on him for you. I mean, you waited two years to talk, you could a bit longer.”

He leaned his head back and let out a long breath, and rubbed his temples, something he did when he was annoyed. The girl had seen it enough to know what it meant, as well as all of his other little habits. It was very strange, to see him standing right in front of her. It was as if he was a ghost, lost long ago. But he was alive and there, and she didn’t know what to feel.

“Please, Blaise. Give me one hour tonight, just to explain everything. I swear, if you don’t want to talk to me after that, I will leave you alone and leave this damn town.”

He waited several quiet seconds, and she still didn’t make a move to respond.

“Come on. We can get takeout. Lo Mein and General Tso’s. I know it’s your favorite.” He winked.

Her heart seemed to race. He remembered what her favorite foods were. Of course, that isn’t that special. It wasn’t as if they didn’t get that everyone Friday night before he left. It was their own little tradition, one that she hadn’t repeated in two years.

“Fine, Duke.” She sighed. “One hour.”

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It is the beginning of the story, and Im not sure if she is too quick to agree to meet with Duke or not. And is the writing decent, or should I start over? Thanks.

Well, the main character would be a teen-early twenties aged girl. And after a night of clubbing a nd partying, she passes out. She wakes up later, and one of two things happens...

1. Its actually like, a week later when she wakes up. She stumbles out of the unknown house she is in and finds that the US is in a state of emergency, and that some big war/ disease (not sure yet) has occurred, and most people are dead/sick .

2. She wakes up the next day in what she finds out to be ancient Rome. She has no idea how she got there/how to get back, and the people of Rome are convinced she is a sign of the end of the world.

Of course, both would have some type of romance, drama, and action. But which would be most interesting? :) thanks

She felt like glass, shattered into a million tiny pieces, never being able to completely put herself back together again.

How did it happen? How could she let it happen?

She wanted to scream out. To cry. To run, kick, punch, scratch. She wished she could fight away the emotions, the monsters that were killing her slowly from the inside out. They were matter less demons that had a way of eating away at you, breaking you until you were just like her.

Just like her, a lonely broken girl. A mess that no one would want. A girl who was nothing but a waste to human society. Scum to the people who use to expect the world out of her. A nuisance, a vermin, a pest that even the meanest didn’t have the heart to kick down, because she cringed away from even the slightest touch.

Shattered. That’s what she was. She was just a shattered little girl.

She felt like glass, shattered into a million tiny pieces, never being able to completely put herself back together again.

How did it happen? How could she let it happen?

She wanted to scream out. To cry. To run, kick, punch, scratch. She wished she could fight away the emotions, the monsters that were killing her slowly from the inside out. They were matter less demons that had a way of eating away at you, breaking you until you were just like her.

Just like her, a lonely broken girl. A mess that no one would want. A girl who was nothing but a waste to human society. Scum to the people who use to expect the world out of her. A nuisance, a vermin, a pest that even the meanest didn’t have the heart to kick down, because she cringed away from even the slightest touch.

Shattered. That’s what she was. She was just a shattered little girl.

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Its for a creative writing class. We were told to create something dark and sad, and this was what first came to my mind. How is it for the beginning? Critisicm and opinions would be great.

Like, a kinjd of light, flowly name that reminds you of summer- and not the name Summer.

Its for a character in a story, and I just want something very airy and pretty :)

"Please, please listen to me, Matt.” I begged, tugging on his arm so he wouldn’t leave. Tears were freely streaming down my face, and I didn’t even give a damn about the mascara that was leaving black trails down my skin. “Let me explain!”

“What’s there to explain?!” He yelled, letting out a bitter laugh. “What are you gonna tell me, that he seduced you? That you didnt have a choice in the matter? What, did he rape you? You would think that someone like you would be a little bit smarter when thinking of excuses.”

I flinched back, hurt, knowing that what he felt was my fault. That I was to blame for all of this. “No, I just want to tell you the truth. Please, calm down!” I begged, pulling him closer to me. He looked down at me, his face full of disgust and hurt and confusion. I bit my lip, staring into his deep brown eyes. Any other time, it would be queue to give me a kiss.

“Alright, you have five minutes, Liz.” He looked down at the watch on his wrist, emphasizing his seriousness.

“Okay, just hear me out, alright? I didn’t want to do it.” He started to say something, but I put my hand up to stop him. “Damnit, Matt, let me talk. Like I was saying, I didn’t want to do it. You know that I don’t like Tim. I f**king hate him, with all my heart. And there is a good reason I did it. I am…I mean, I was…UGH!” I pulled on my blonde hair angrily.

“What I’m trying to say, is that I love you, not Tim. But I guess I wasn’t that sweet girl you thought I was all along. I…I did it for my family. I didn’t want to.” Matt looked at me, expecting me to explain more.

“What are you trying to say?” He asked me, slowly like he was having a hard time comprehending.

“Jesus, Matt, you can be so naive at times. He paid me. 100 bucks. I guess I’m some kind of f**king prostitute now, huh?” I let out a sort of bitter laugh before completely breaking down.

And somehow, against all odds, Matt stepped forward and held me close.

It is for a creative writing class Im taking. And it might come off as a little bit confusing. The prompt we're using is "Create a modern fairytale, with some of the usual guidelines of the original ones."

Anyways, my story is about a girl named Valerie, and she is telling the story. In the story, she gets the same prompt that I have (or something along the lines of it), and its her writing and telling her story.

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When you hear the words fairy tale, the stereotypical images start to float through your head- charming princes, damsels in distress, knights in shining armor, and some kind of happily ever after. I’m here to say that, while I’m no Cinderella, my life took a strange turn that made it slightly unreal.

You ask me for a modern take on a fairy tale, and I’ll give you one. But don’t expect some kind of Beauty and the Beast. This is my life, one that went from high school drama to some kind of magic-even if there wasn’t fairy dust involved.