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I really hate them together. I just need a yes or no and please don't say who he DOES end up with if it's Nora.

Please. I'm on season six right now and I don't think I'd be able to handle it if I couldn't keep watching right away. It's gotta be free and able to watch online--I don't want to play Which Download Button is the Right One? Also is eight the last season, or will there be another? Please help me out. Thanks.

I dated this guy named Nick for about a month and a half before he broke up with me over text when he could have met me upstairs (we were literally a floor apart) because he didn't want a long distance relationship. That's okay. I was pretty upset at first because he's only about two hours away and can visit often. But whatever. I'm over that now. I don't even really miss the boyfriend-girlfriend relationship, but I miss HIM terribly. As soon as we broke up I remembered all these things I want to tell him, like gossip-ish things. But my mom says that if I talk to him casually then it will make him think that what he did was okay. She also said that if he texts me first or tries to talk to me, that I need to act like I'm busy and in a hurry with no time to talk. But I really hate that so much. I miss just being able to talk with him about whatever. What do I do?

I am not nor have I ever been blind. I have no idea how to go about writing my latest idea and frankly, it's depressing me. So please, I'd like it very much if you told me how you would go about this, offer some advice, and maybe even let me sample some of your own writing depicting what you think it would be like if you were either a) blind or b) have been blind your whole life until now.

The sentence is from a 1st person POV and the character is talking about how her mother was singing.

"...and I was setting the table as mother sang..."

Do I capitalize the "M" in mother?

World Geography Quiz!?

1) How has English spread around the world?

2) What are 3 main types of regions?

3) Why is religion fundamental to culture?

4) What are 3 kinds of economic systems?

5) What are the main characteristics of:

-Traditionalism...

-Market Economies...

-Command Economies...

6) Why are many settlements in the US founded along the fall line?

7) Give 2 reasons why wetlands are such important resources?

10 POINTS BEST ANSWER!

**First Draft. I won't be writing any more drafts unless you guys like it.

The room in which I stood was vast and consisted of mirrors; mirrors on the floor, walls, ceiling, all of them bouncing confusingly off one another. It was blindingly bright, though I could not place the light source. The room was empty not counting myself... and the seemingly empty chair that sat in the center of the floor. It was ornate, painted gold, with needlepoint cushions. I stepped closer and saw that in it sat a boy--a boy I knew quite well, or liked to think I did. He and the chair were turned away from me, and I could not find his reflection anywhere, although mine was all over. I wore a red ballgown I'd never seen before and my feet were bare. I realized how cold and silent it was then. Shivering, I took another step toward the boy, and another. It was queer--the chair and the boy never got any closer to me. I stepped again, meeting the same end. Again. Again. Nothing worked. I called his name; maybe he could come to me. No sound came. Suddenly, as I stood there helplessly, he faded away completely, leaving his chair behind. Something in me urged me to look to the left, a curiosity. There was a great gaping black arch in the wall that had not existed (to my knowledge) before. It too gave no reflection. I went to it without hesitation, an eagerness building within me.

As I stepped into the blackness, that's all there was. The mirror room was gone. I was alone. I heard, then, a sad, soft piano being played. I looked, again to my left, to see a girl I knew, and did actually know quite well. She was my sister. As she pressed the keys, they lit a dim red, hitting her features in the most eerie of ways, it sent a chill through me. She looked up, spotting me. I saw tears streaming down her face: a sight I'd always hated. I went to her as she played, keeping her eyes on the keys. I begged her to smile, to show me she was okay. She did no such thing.

Between us fell a sudden silver drop of water from above, and the room was filled to my knees in it. Another tiny drop, and it was to my waist. I had to get out before I drowned, so again, to my left, there was a door that lead outside, to a meadow. It looked to be mid-day out there. I pushed toward it, slowing getting closer. I reached the doorway. The water, now at my collar, was not spilling out into the meadow but rather looked as if it were pressed up against glass. It suddenly came to my attention then, that I'd left the girl alone.

I no longer could hear her music and I could not find her in the vast ocean that the room had become. I stepped out into the meadow, still looking. Had she gone out before me? I spotted her and the boy beneath an oak, holding hands, looking at me with sad faces. There were no words between us before they turned away, walking off into the never ending meadow.

"I swear, I hate this more than anything!"

Momma seemed to hate a lot of things more than anything. She hated my messy room more than anything. She hated when my puppy left a mud trail on the white carpet more than anything. But something gave me the idea that she really did hate this specific thing more than anything.

She was yelling at my older brother Johnathan. Again. I didn't really know what they were talking about, but I picked up on a few things: there was a lot of drinks, Johnathan was acting funny, and there was a girl named Samantha who Momma said had a scar.

"Mom, chill," Johnathan said in a weird voice. His eyes were hardly open and he didn't seem to be able to keep his balance. I giggled as he fell back into the coffee table.

Momma groaned. "You're disgusting." She turned away, taking long strides into the kitchen. My brother laughed.

"Mom, Samantha is fine. She wanted it, swear." He held up his hands as if to show her he wasn't crossing his fingers, like he always did with me when I didn't trust something.

"Then why is she crying her eyes out next door and why did her parents accuse you of..." Momma didn't finish her sentence, turning her glance towards me. "Lacey, what are you doing there? Go up stairs. Go play."

"But I wanna know, too!" I refused.

"Yeah, Mom, let her stay." She shot him an irritated look, and he shook his head, smiling. He hiccuped.

Momma told him to shut up, but she used another word I didn't recognize. She turned back at me, he eyes still angry. I got scared that she may lash out at me, now.

"Lacey, I said go!"

Normally, I would have argued further, but something stopped me that night. I nodded nervously and ran halfway up the stairs, just out of Momma's view, and sat down to listen more.

Johnathan's slurred words were the ones I heard first. "This isn't a big deal. We were," hiccup, "just messing around."

"Maybe YOU were!" I imagined Momma jabbing Johnathan in the chest with her pointer finger. She liked to talk with her hands. "To her it was a terrifying, horrible rape!"

"Rape..." I echoed to myself. I had never heard that word before. I made a mental note to look it up later.

Suddenly I heard loud sirens and saw bright flashing red and blue outside. Momma said another new word and I heard her footsteps come closer. I jumped up and quietly as I could, ran upstairs to my room, closing the door behind me.

"I swear, I hate this more than anything!"

Momma seemed to hate a lot of things more than anything. She hated my messy room more than anything. She hated when my puppy left a mud trail on the white carpet more than anything. But something gave me the idea that she really did hate this specific thing more than anything.

She was yelling at my older brother Johnathan, again. I didn't really know what they were talking about, but I picked up on a few things: there was a car, Johnathan was acting funny, and there was a girl named Samantha who Momma said had a scar.

"Mom, chill," Johnathan said in a weird voice. His eyes were hardly open and he didn't seem to be able to keep his balance.

Momma groaned. "You're disgusting." She turned away, talking long strides into the kitchen. My brother laughed.

"Mom, Samantha is fine. She wanted it, swear."

"Then why is she crying her eyes out next door and why did her parents accuse you of..." Momma didn't finish her sentence, turning her glance towards me. "Lacey, hon, go on and play."

"Not until you stop yelling at John," I refused.

"Trust me, kiddo, he needs it." She shot him an irritated look, and he shook his head, smiling. He hiccuped.

Momma shooed my upstairs, telling me to head on up to bed, before returning to the conversation I didn't think I'd ever understand.

I'm auditioning for the part in the play and I know nothing about the story.

1) what is Anne like?

2) Summary of the play?

3) What is involved with performing as the character?

Thanks!

I wanna know... Can you show me? Something's familiar bout these strangers like me... Hahaha Tarzan.

But seriously. Do I just answer a bunch of questions?

I'm really close to him but I'm afraid he'll run out on me... I feel like I HAVE to tell him because I KNOW he'll run out if he finds out on his own. Help me...

“Daddy?”

Sean opened his weary eyes slowly at the sound of his five-year-old daughter’s sweet voice. “Hey, baby.” His voice croaked. He turned his head, weakly, pain shooting down his back with the motion. He forced himself not to grimace in his child’s presence, wanting her to have as little to worry about as possible. She was a beautiful little girl; straight, chocolate brown hair, amazing blue eyes, a tall neck, fair toned skin… she was truly one of God’s angels, just as God Himself intended her to be. He knew it was true—regardless of his wife’s constant doubts.

“Daddy, Mommy said that you’re leaving,” she said immediately with her bell-like voice, looking at him with those innocent, naïve eyes.

“Yeah,” he held out a hand to her and she took it quickly, her tiny hand only big enough to hold two of his fingers. “I have to go soon.”

She automatically looked disappointed, making his heart break a little. “How soon?” she demanded.

“Well, I don’t know yet. The doctors should be giving me my airplane ticket anytime now,” he said gently.

“Are they giving you one to come back home, too?”

Sean shook his head. “No… I can’t come back.”

She looked down at their intertwined hands then back at up at him. “I’ll go with you,” she decided dutifully. If only it were so easy.

The misery in her young face pained him. She shouldn’t have to go through this… not at her age. Knowing this, it only made his next words all the more difficult to say. “No, Casey. You have to stay here with Mommy and the baby.”

There was a silence that seemed to last for hours before it finally crashed on her. Tears weld up in her eyes. “But, Daddy I can’t do all that all by myself.” She shook her head, getting choked up, “I-I need your help. Don’t go,” she begged.

Sean looked up through the window that led into the hallway where his wife, Rachel stood red-faced with her flowing tears and her right hand on her swollen stomach; she was due in two weeks—much more time than Sean had left to live. He found it was getting much harder to keep from falling into tears as well. “You’re a big girl—I believe in you,” he croaked, turning back to Casey.

“No, Daddy,” her tiny hand squeezed his finger just as it did the day she was born, on her first day of preschool, when she’d drag him into the living room on Christmas morning, when he first took her trick-or-treating on Halloween, when she went on her first carnival ride… “Don’t go. Please stay.”

“Shh.” He fought back tears threatening to spill from his own eyes. “You’re strong, sweetheart.”

“Daddy…” she repeated. Sobs began ripping from her little chest.

He removed his hand from her grasp and pulled Casey into the best hug he could manage, ignoring the pain that came with it—it didn’t matter anymore. “It’s okay,” he said. He kissed her head and suddenly it was too much to take. He squeezed his eyes shut, tears running down his cheeks. He heard his heart monitor speed up. “I love you, Casey. I love you so much—you know that, don’t you?” he whispered.

“Yes. I love you, too, Daddy.” She pulled away and kissed his wet cheek.

He looked at her, blinking his tears away, and wiping hers away as well. “Listen to me, sweetheart,” he said. “You are very special, Casey. Very special; and you’ll learn why in a few years, when you get bigger.”

She looked confused. “What do you mean?”

“Just trust me. Listen to Mommy no matter what; always remember how much she loves you and that she’s trying to help you. She knows what she’s talking about.”

She paused, considering this, looking down. “…Okay, Daddy, I promise… but I still wish you didn’t have to go…”

“I know, baby.”

“I… I hope you have fun.”

Sean forced a smile. “Thank you, Casey.”

Please. I need solid critique.

Well, I'm only in chapter two. The protagonist is captured. First of all, is it too soon for something like that? I'm worried I'm moving too fast. Second, While captured, these twins are going to come and rescue her, but the antagonists are pretty damn close to taking her away all together, never to be seen again. is this TOO close? I feel like it was two easy for the girl for be captured. Help?

I was looking though old works of mine, and found this one, unfinished. It's sci-fi. Very short. Please CRITIQUE! I don't want to see a bunch of crap about how good it was. Cause I know it's not. Thanks!

Callie’s young, ignorant mind swirled with confusion and terror as the world around her burst into unusually colored flames, their unidentifiable shapes of blue, green, and violet dancing wildly into the night. People were running, frantic and frightened, trying to escape the deathly beams that shot down from above, leaving behind nothing but charred ash. Suddenly, a large yellow beam came down on one child standing alone without a parent to help him. He screamed and fled, attempting to escape the beam, but something stopped him his tracks—some sort of invisible barrier trapping him like an animal. The boy started to cry, beating his tiny fists against the wall, trying desperately to break it, but to no avail. The beam faded to an eerie white and the boy began floating up; higher, higher… until he disappeared into a giant air craft in the sky. Callie stared in astonishment, not comprehending what just happened. Suddenly, the air craft sent down more beams all at once, trapping more children, lifting them up. A woman, holding her child, was zapped, forcing her to drop the infant that was then free to be beamed.

A beam came down just before Callie, but she was pulled out of the way before it could claim her. She shrieked and whipped around to see who saved her. A tall, strapping young man with olive toned skin, blonde hair and deep green eyes, her older brother, Gage knelt beside her, scooping her up into his arms.

“Callie,” he sighed, looking relieved.

“Gage? What’s happening?” Callie asked.

He looked into her wide innocent eyes. “I don’t know, but we have to get you out of here.”

He started to stand when Callie cried in protest. “Wait! I need Chewy!” She pointed a small finger at a stuffed cat lying limp on the ground. Gage bent down to retrieve it and ran for shelter.

The two ran into an old warehouse where their family sat cornered by two odd hovering creatures. They spoke in queer monotonous voices. “Where is the child?” they pressed. When no one answered, one creature held out a large laser. “By order of The Four, we must kill you now.”

“No!” Callie gasped, reaching for her family.

Callie’s mother, Faye gasped at the sight of her children. The others, her father, Clay, her older sister, Blare, and her grandmother, Wanda looked up as well, awestruck.

The two creatures turned. They owned no faces, only one round lens for them to see. Their sleek bodies were made of medal. They had no legs, only a hover palette to keep them afloat.

“Robots,” Gage breathed.

“The child,” They confirmed in unison.

One of the robots quickly morphed its arm into a laser of some sort. Without hesitation, it shot at Gage, ending his life.

“No!” Faye wailed.

Gage fell to the ground, his body lifeless, and Callie fell from his now limp arms. Her breath was knocked out of her, and before she could even move, the other robot beamed her. The yellow beam shaped itself around Callie, trapping her in a globe. The globe faded to the same eerie, ghostly white as the other beams had, and began drifting towards the robot who now claimed her. Panicked, Callie screamed and pounded her fists on the invisible wall of the globe. Helpless, she watched as her weeping family was killed on the spot. She hugged Chewy, burying her tearstained face in his fur.

The robots continued on as if they had merely squished a bug. The globe Callie sat captive in followed dutifully behind the robots. They collected more children and more after that until they had around thirty trapped in globes like fireflies. Eventually, they flew up to the air craft.

It's only a first draft; i literally just now wrote it. but id like to share it. Be aware, it is a rape story. it said the boy is burning her. i mean this literally. he can bend fire. that detail seems random now, but in the rest of the book, it makes sense.

Casey rest with her back flat on the hard metal bed of hers, on top of the thin sheet she was provided. She stared up at the stone ceiling in the stone walled cell with the stone floor. Her wrists were bound with shackles that had long chains which were bolted to the floor. She could see her breath. Her limply clothed body was prickled with goose bumps.

To her right she heard footfalls, but didn’t look, suspecting it was just a guard.

“Hello, virgin girl.”

That was a new nickname. She sighed, aggravated at the familiar voice, “What now, Devin?”

He stepped in when the guard opened the door. “Just paying a visit.”

Casey sat up, glaring at him. “Last time I checked, you weren’t one for idle chit chat.”

He came to a stop at her bed and kneeled beside it. “You’re right. That’s why I won’t be talking.” Suddenly he leaned in and kissed Casey.

Her eyes grew wide and she pulled away, throwing up a hand to stop him. But he saw this coming and grabbed her wrist. He squeezed hard, burning her as he did. She screamed. He smiled.

“Stop!” She cried. He did, but he didn’t let go. “What are you—” He kissed her again, cutting her off. This time when Casey pulled back, he secured her head to where she couldn’t break free. His kisses hurt, as he pressed his face hard to hers. She pushed against his chest with her free hand and he grabbed that one too, burning it as he did the other one. When Casey screamed, he laughed. Still roasting her wrists, he climbed on top of her.

“What are you doing?!” She cried, getting seriously worried. Tears began to form. “Stop!”

“I heard you were a virgin,” he said smoothly, “I think I want to change that.” He dove in for another kiss, pushing Casey down hard on the metal bed, banging her head on purpose. Casey clinched her jaw and he backed up an inch or so. “Come on,” he cooed, “Enjoy this.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“It’s fun.” He went back down for more of his painful, forceful, harsh kisses. Sobs began ripping from Casey’s chest.

“Please don’t do this…” Casey whispered when he moved his lips to her neck. “Devin, please…”

“Oh, shut up,�� he groaned, continuing on.

“Casey… Casey… I think I want to change something… Casey… Wake up… Wake up!”

Casey’s eyes flew open with a jolt of her heart. She was sweating despite the chilled air and she was breathing heavily.

A hand was placed on her chest. “Shhh…”

Casey squeezed her eyes shut.

“It’s okay… Devin’s here.”

He chuckled. Casey wouldn’t look at him.

“Casey…” He ran his finger tips along her jaw line. Tears ran down her face. He took one of her hands. The shackle rubbed Casey’s wrist and she winced. Devin traced the lines of her hand with his index finger. “Are you ready to listen, Casey?” His finger traveled under the shackle and ran along her crisped wrist, making it sting.

“Yes…” Casey breathed.

“Oh, good,” he smiled. “We wouldn’t want to revisit last night… would we?”

Casey flinched.

“Now,” He whispered. She felt his lips graze her neck, and up to her ear. “I have someone I want you to see.”