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Overall, in what way were the slave songs an important role in Douglass's life?

Like, when the show starts, before it's actually announced, does Ryan know the bottom 3 and who is going home?

I'm sorry. x) Random. But I've always wanted to model...And I'm the biggest book nerd ever. If I were to go into modeling, could I specify that I'd like to do book cover shoots? Or are there not specific models for that? Also, if there is a way to do this, how would I go about that?

Any help is appreciated. Thank you! :) Have a nice day (:

Hey, guys :) I was just wondering, can anyone translate this into english for me? It doesn't work on the translator. Is it slang or something? Thanks!!

"dax o tysta dom då garsson" and "är det tjaffs?"

I tend to get extremely flustered and unorganized after a few days--okay, after the first day--of school. This year's going to be my freshman year, and I really want to start being really on top of things and be organized and prepared. Does anyone have any tips for things I could do? Like, mental tips? Hahaha. Thank you :)

Hey, guys! Has anyone read this book? If so, who would you cast for Dom and Devyn? For Dom, I would choose Cameron Diaz--I think she's absolutely perfect for her, personally.

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And I can't believe I'm saying this, but I might pick Kristen Stewart for Devyn. Sure, she's a horrible actress, but she could do a good job of pulling off Devyn's whole...sullen and hostile thing. xD

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Either Stewart or, (I can't believe I'm saying this, either!) Selena Gomez. Her looks fit the way I pictured Devyn, and she's really not a bad actress.

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Who would you pick?

It's me. The grammar nerd. I was wondering, I find grammar and spelling mistakes in books quite often. I always circle them and write the page number with the mistakes on the front pages. How would I let the publishing company or author know about the mistakes? Is it even worth it?

I don't. Does anyone?

Just, in general. Which is more appealing? Personally, I'm all for the football players. xD But my friend and I have been arguing over this for a while, and I was wondering what you guys thought.

I've changed the name of my main character's best friend...6 times altogether. Now I think I've settled on his name, but I've already gotten about 3 chapters in and I still don't have a name for my villain.

Do any of you change your characters' names in the middle of writing?

Do you think I'm pretty? Oh. And would you rate me on 1-10?

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Thanks :)

Mine for guys goes like this:

1) Tim Urban (But B&A, you knew that ;))

2) Charlie McDonnel (cahrlieissocoollike from Youtube. xD)

3) Alex Pettyfer

And girls...Uhhh...

1) Emma Watson

2) Hayden Penetierre

3) And...I have no clue. x)

Who are yours?

Okay, so I've been teaching myself how to play guitar for the last 2 months or so, and I am so confused. First, about tabs that have chords in them as well. Like this one, for instance:

http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/beatles/elea...

I know how to play the chords and everything, I'm just confused on how I'msupposed to know how to play the song off of that. Like, am I supposed to play the chord once, where it says to? If not, how am I supposed to know how many times to play it? AGH.

And second; with the actuall tabs, like this one:

http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/beatles/all_...

How the heck am I supposed to play all of those at once?!?

I'm sorry. x) This ended up sounding incredibly confusing. But for any of you who understand it, and can help, you're amazing. THANKS!

Sorry, I'm asking this again. Hahahaha. But I only got a couple of answers before, so what the heck. Do you like what I have so far? Be honest. And would you read on? THANKS! :D

Prologue

Something skittered further into the shadows of the nearly deserted corridor as the dark figure of a man strode up and rested a hand on his belt. A sweet jingling filled the darkness and he pulled out a large key. He fumbled with it for a moment, and then spoke into the darkness as the barred door swung noisily open.

“Get up. Now.” A form in the corner of the dingy cell shifted slightly in response to the man’s command. The large man shuffled closer, holding a hand out to the hunched person. They sat for a moment like that, neither moving. Then, a frail hand swung up and caught the larger, muscled one.

A few moments later, the two were headed slowly down the corridor once again. There was no sound except for the steady click of the large man’s boots and the figure’s bare feet padding across the concrete floor.

They reached another door and the man took out his key once more and opened it, standing aside courteously to allow the other to enter. He gestured towards a small metal folding chair behind a large desk and the figure, now clearly a young boy, no older than seventeen, took his seat.

There was a metallic screech as another man stood up from a metal chair, much like the one the boy was now sitting in. The new man took a moment to straighten his slightly rumpled clothing before he spoke.

“Son,” his raspy voice carried an official tone as he addressed the young man. “I believe you know why you’re here. Once again, I’m going to ask you kindly to do this small favor,” he waited a moment, just long enough to try and decipher the boy’s still blank expression. “Of course, if you decide once again to refuse, I’m happy to let you go another few days without food. You see, when it comes to business, I have no conscience. I don’t care whether or not you’re my son. You will obey me, or die. Either way, of course, is perfectly fine with me.” The man took another minute to eye the boy who was now staring down at his own bony hands. The man sighed.

“Look. We’re not asking you to kill her anymore. We aren’t asking you to kill anyone, in fact. All you need to do is capture her, and return her here before she makes it to the Plains.”

The boy spoke for the first time, his voice surprisingly strong. “And then?” he raised his eyebrows as he said this, as if he were speaking to a small child and on the verge of scolding. His father took a moment before answering.

“And then…you go back to your pathetic life. Unless you change your mind and decide to stay in this line of business. Which I have a good feeling you will, after you actually get some experience.” The boy spat on the floor, silencing his father.

In the silence that followed, a low rumble escaped the boy and his hand flew to clasp his stomach. “I’ll do it.” The boy’s voice shook slightly as he held out his hand. His father grasped it tightly, a satisfied grin spreading across his face.

Okay. So, I totally just realized that I did this in the first place, but my prologue and the rest of my book are in different tenses. The prologue is past and the rest of what I have so far is present. The stuff that happens in my prologue happens a few days before the rest of my book starts, and I kind of like how it shows, you know, that it did happen earlier than the rest. But is it okay for me to leave it? Or do I have to stick with one tense for both?

Thank youuuuuuuuu :))

Hey, guys. Waddup? :) Just wondering if any of you would read the prologue to my book. Let me know of any comments or changes you would make. Please be brutally honest! (I can take criticism. Promise.) Also, would you read on? Thanks a ton! :D Have a great day! (:

Prologue

Something skittered further into the shadows of the nearly deserted hallway as the dark figure of a man strode up and rested a hand on his belt. A sweet jingling filled the darkness and he pulled out a large key. He fumbled with it for a moment, and then spoke into the darkness as the barred door swung noisily open.

“Get up. Now.” A form in the corner of the dingy cell shifted slightly in response to the man’s command. The large man shuffled closer, holding a hand out to the hunched person. They sat for a moment like that, neither moving. Then, a frail hand swung up and caught the larger, muscled one.

A few moments later, the two were headed slowly down the corridor once again. There was no sound except for the steady click of the large man’s boots and the figure’s bare feet padding across the concrete floor.

They reached another door and the man took out his key once more and opened it, standing aside courteously to allow the other to enter. He gestured towards a small metal folding chair behind a large desk and the figure, now clearly a young boy, no older than seventeen, took his seat.

There was a metallic screech as another man stood up from a metal chair, much like the one the boy was now sitting in. The new man took a moment to straighten his slightly rumpled clothing before he spoke.

“Son,” his raspy voice carried an official tone as he addressed the young man. “I believe you know why you’re here. Once again, I’m going to ask you kindly to do this small favor,” he waited a moment, just long enough to try and decipher the boy’s still blank expression. “Of course, if you decide once again to refuse, I’m happy to let you go another few days without food. You see, when it comes to business, I have no conscience. I don’t care whether or not you’re my son. You will obey me, or die. Either way, of course, is perfectly fine with me.” The man took another minute to eye the boy who was now staring down at his own bony hands. The man sighed.

“Look. We’re not asking you to kill her anymore. We aren’t asking you to kill anyone, in fact. All you need to do is capture her, and return her here before she makes it to the Plains.”

The boy spoke for the first time, his voice surprisingly strong. “And then?” he raised his eyebrows as he said this, as if he were speaking to a small child and on the verge of scolding. His father took a moment before answering.

“And then…you go back to your pathetic life. Unless you change your mind and decide to stay in this line of business. Which I have a good feeling you will, after you actually get some experience.” The boy spat on the floor, silencing his father.

In the silence that followed, a low rumble escaped the boy and his hand flew to clasp his stomach. “I’ll do it.” The boy’s voice shook slightly as he held out his hand. His father grasped it tightly, a satisfied grin spreading across his face.

That's the end of the prologue? Would you read more?

Gale or Peeta? Not saying that either one will die fr sure, of course. But based on the information we have, which do you think Collins is more likely to shake off? I'm in an argument with my mom about this. Personally, I think she'll kill Gale. It would give Katniss no choice but to pick Peeta. She thinks the opposite. What about you?

Or, rather, was it?

Thank you :)

Okay, guys, so I need a monologue. It's gotta be short, like 1-2 minutes long, I'd like it to be funny. The reason I'm asking you guys is that you know me the best and you're by far the most creative. You can write me one, or just find me a good one offline. I just can't find any I like, and I'm desperate! Please help!! :))

Any book. How many times have you read it?