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I'm 16 and I want to be a writer when I get older, so I'm trying a project now to see how well I can do. I only have the first part of the story down, which really isn't that exiting, but I'm trying to immerse the reader into my story through description and dialogue. could I have some critique on my writing, and story?

It’s another day in this little town. The sun is shining brightly, and the occasional cool spring breeze flows past and offers a moment of near ecstasy. Vibrant shades of green cover these hilly plains and the colors of newly blossoming flowers catch the eye as one walks past them. There is always an ambience of trade and gossip in town. The townspeople are kind of like that. They like to spread rumors and banter about other people, and there’s always that one jokester of the group who makes everyone spit up their ale. I don’t live in the town, but I know almost everyone there. Oh, the name’s Creon by the way. I’m a farmer’s son. I’ve never really been more than that. I help my father in the fields, and bring in the harvest when it’s ready, and sometimes I even fill in for my father, who sells the fruits of our labor in town. Nothing out of the ordinary ever occurs here. Everything is the same. I can’t say that’s bad, though. I’d much rather live a simple life than have to face bandits, vampires, werewolves, or even dragons in that vast world beyond my little world here, in Rosewall. Despite that, I still feel a tug. A tug that pulls toward the world beyond, and away from my home. But every time I make one of my half-attempts to step a little further outside of my home, a fear takes me, and I scurry on back to the cottage. I guess some of my fear stems from the fact that I’m actually a Half-Elf. My mother’s elven blood runs slightly through my veins, but I look a lot more human than elf. People actually think I’m human. If they found out about my bloodline, I’d probably be taken into the slave trade. Humans don’t like us half breeds; we are second class citizens to them. But as long as I keep my heritage a secret, then all is well. I’ve had my eyes set on the horizon more often than usual these days. Sometimes I feel like something is out there, calling for me. I wonder… I wonder if my destiny awaits there. Maybe I have a story. A story that’s just about to begin.

“Aye! Creon!” Creon did not notice the man calling his name. He was too busy thinking to himself. Thinking about his life, and what lies beyond. He continued walking, carrying a garden hoe on his shoulder. His face stared off into the distance. He never really had to pay attention to where he was going. He’d always find his way home somehow. Finally something began striking his head “Hey, boyo! Anyone in there? Clean the wax outta yer ears!” It was old Lester, the blacksmith. He kept knocking on Creon’s head even after he spoke. Creon’s emerald green eyes grew wide as he was startled by the hulking man “Agh!” Creon let out a yelp as he dropped his garden hoe on his foot out of shock. “Damn it, Lester! Don’t scare me like that!” Creon said, wincing and attempting to balance on one foot before he fell flat on his rear. Lester let out a loud guffaw. “What doesn’t kill ya makes ya stronger lad.” Lester said. “Sorry about that, anyways”. Lester helped him back on his feet. “It’s alright. At most it’ll only be a bruise.” Said Creon. “Yer foot or yer ars?” Lester let out another loud guffaw. “Alright, Alright, Is there something you needed?” Said Creon. “As a matter of fact boyo, there is. I’ve just finished repairing yer dear ol’ dad’s sword. Could ‘ja take it to em? Ya appear tae be headin’ thataways.” Creon picked up his gardening hoe and looked at Lester. “Yeah, sure thing. I was done for the day anyways. Thank you for fixing it at such a low price, by the way. We couldn’t really afford the full thing. I know fixing a sword that old and brittle is hard work,” Said Creon. “Aye, Nonsense. Yer father’s an ol’ friend ‘o Mine.” Lester gave Creon a smile. “Well, at any rate, I thank you for the generous discount. We really appreciate it.” Creon smiled back at Lester. “It’s No problem, boyo. Now go on, deliver that tae yer dad. He’s been waitin’ on it.” Said Lester, as he handed Creon a short, Iron sword. Creon nodded and started toward his cottage once more.

Even in his older age, Lester was extremely muscular and fit. As a blacksmith, he constantly exercised his arms smashing away at the various metals he had stored. Many would bet he could take down a charging bull, even now in his winter years. Creon often struck up conversation with him as he walked through town, to the fields every day. They had become good friends. Creon continued to walk through the pastures on a small dirt road leading to his home. Finally, Creon saw his little cottage off in the distance.

I'm 16 and I want to be a writer when I get older, so I'm trying a project now to see how well I can do. I only have the first part of the story down, which really isn't that exiting, but I'm trying to immerse the reader into my story through description and dialogue. could I have some critique on my writing, and story?

It’s another day in this little town. The sun is shining brightly, and the occasional cool spring breeze flows past and offers a moment of near ecstasy. Vibrant shades of green cover these hilly plains and the colors of newly blossoming flowers catch the eye as one walks past them. There is always an ambience of trade and gossip in town. The townspeople are kind of like that. They like to spread rumors and banter about other people, and there’s always that one jokester who makes everyone spit up their ale. I don’t live in the town, but I know almost everyone there. Oh, the name’s Creon by the way. I’m a farmer’s son. I’ve never really been more than that. I help my father in the fields, and bring in the harvest when it’s ready, and sometimes I even fill in for my father, who sells the fruits of our labor in town. Nothing out of the ordinary ever occurs here. Everything is the same. I can’t say that’s bad, though. I’d much rather live a simple life than have to face bandits, vampires, werewolves, or even dragons in that vast world beyond my little world here, in Rosewall. Thank Omnia that I was placed here instead of out there. I have everything I could ask for here. Friends, food, shelter, and a warm hearted father who loves me, it’s perfect, right? Despite that, I still feel a tug. A tug that pulls toward the world beyond, and away from my home. But every time I make one of my half-attempts to step a little further outside of my home, a fear takes me, and I scurry on back to the cottage. I guess some of my fear stems from the fact that I’m actually a Half-Elf. My mother’s elven blood runs slightly through my veins, but I look a lot more human than elf. People actually think I’m human. If they found out, I’d probably be taken into the slave trade. Humans don’t like us half breeds; we are second class citizens to them. But as long as I keep my heritage a secret, then all is well. I’ve had my eyes set on the horizon more often than usual these days. Sometimes I feel like something is out there, calling for me. I wonder… I wonder if my destiny awaits there. Maybe I have a story. A story that’s just about to begin.

“Aye! Creon!” Creon did not notice the man calling his name. He was too busy thinking to himself. Thinking about his life, and what lies beyond. He continued walking, carrying a garden hoe on his shoulder. His face stared off into the distance. He never really had to pay attention to where he was going. He’d always find his way home somehow. Finally something began striking his head “Hey, boyo! Anyone in there? Clean the wax outta yer ears!” It was old Lester, the blacksmith. He kept knocking on Creon’s head even after he spoke. Creon’s emerald green eyes grew wide as he was startled by the hulking man. Even in his older age, Lester was extremely muscular and fit. Many would bet he could take down a charging bull, even now in his winter years. “Agh!” Creon let out a yelp as he dropped his garden hoe on his foot out of shock. “Damn it, Lester! Don’t scare me like that!” Creon cried, wincing and attempting to balance on one foot before he fell flat on his rear. Lester let out a loud guffaw. “What doesn't kill ya makes ya stronger lad.” Lester said. “Sorry about that, anyways”. Lester helped him back on his feet. “It’s alright. At most it’ll only be a bruise.” Said Creon. “Yer foot or yer ars?” Lester let out another loud guffaw. “Alright, Alright. Is there something you needed?” Said Creon. “As a matter of fact boyo, there is. I’ve just finished repairing yer dear ol’ dad’s sword. Could ‘ja take it to em? Ya appear tae be headin’ thataways.” Creon picked up his gardening hoe and looked at Lester. “Yeah, sure thing. I was done for the day anyways. Thank you for fixing it at such a low price, by the way. We couldn’t really afford the full thing. I know fixing a sword that old and brittle is hard work,” Said Creon. “Aye, Nonsense. Yer father’s an ol’ friend ‘o Mine.” Lester gave Creon a smile. “Well, at any rate, I thank you for the generous discount. We really appreciate it.” Creon smiled back at Lester. “No problem, boyo. Now go on, deliver that tae yer dad. He’s been waitin’ on it.” Creon nodded and started toward his cottage once more.

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I keep getting an error when I try to start up "The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion", that says "Runtime Error R6034". How can I fix runtime errors without having to pay money to play the game I payed for? I haven't been able to play it yet,

I'm a 15 year old boy and currently attending (and failing miserably) in high school. I have been professionally diagnosed with clinical depression, and OCD. I feel like nobody in this world understands me at all. my mom, (while i love her very much, mind you) acts like a child... she provides, and I am very appreciative of that, but when it comes to a serious conversation, Its like trying to get a 8 year old to talk about it. I keep trying to find comfort in other people, and for 5 years have searched for someone who understood. everyone I ended up meeting was pushed away by my clingy nature... I never really found that love i wanted but I would always fool myself into thinking they would show it if I kept going and didn't give up. Still I have always prayed for a mutual loving relationship with someone. I really don't care whether it is romantic OR platonic.. I've been raised christian, and always believed in god. still do. but i am kind of doubting Jesus, which i feel awful for. I constantly pray to god for him to show his complete and unfettered love, but I constantly feel horrible. Whats worse is, I have always been told that those who endure extreme pain and sadness have a big use in this world. so on the occasion that I DON'T feel miserable, i feel useless, because I always associate pain with use. I can't feel happy and relaxed without feeling that I am denying my purpose. For years, I have struggled with a pornography addiction, which people say is normal for a guy my age, but every time I do it, i feel dead, sick, evil, dirty on the inside and it doesn't go away for a LONG time. While I myself am a virgin, and plan to stay that way until I find she who I TRULY love, I still feel so dirty. for this, i feel that I constantly betray Jesus, and that he hates me for it. that in sinning, my purpose is void and these past 5 years of suffering meant nothing. I also feel something tugging at me in the inside saying "You think your so special, don't you? your pain was nothing. what you went through was meanlingless and you will always be the little **** you were when you were a kid." but I always thought it was for something! I brought a blade to my throat and a gun to my head multiple times but never had the balls to thrust it into my neck or pull the trigger. for the past 2 years, I just couldn't take reality anymore, and I've been living a half-life in my head in some fantasy world... sometimes its a happy fantasy, where I am loved deeply by someone or multiple people, and sometimes I am facing physical manifestations of my fears and sins... But i feel like all this time I have taken everything for granted, but I am just so unhappy. I can't do well in school because I have severe ADD, and can't focus worth crap.. I also fall asleep in class because I stay awake all night because I have an extreme fear of the night. and when I get home, my energy is so spent from the energy drain of depression and lack of sleep, that I just can't lay a hand on my homework.. and that just makes me feel lazy and worthless, even though Its my only outlet for stress. I feel like god won't use me at all, for anything.. I feel like because I have sinned so much that he wants to leave me to my misery and never let me live a happy life. I feel like Jesus wants me to die because I betrayed him so many times by sinning with pornography.. What do I do? how can I end this horrible vicious cycle? I don't know what I could possibly do! I just can't take reality! I feel I am a worthless peice of crap who can't even do schoolwork let alone god's work..

I'm a 15 year old boy and in high school. for the past year, i have felt an extreme soft spot for kids and people my age that have been abused sexually, physically, and emotionally, and are lost or just need someone to hug them. i want to find someone to help, but i have had no success... part of my longing to help people comes from the fact that i am ashamed of myself and really feel no true worth. i feel like an idiot who can't do anything right. no friends, low grades... i really have a soft spot in my heart for people who have been abused or are being bullied. i want to help thme, but i don't know hiow, and i don't know where they are... i really want to volunteer at a children shelter, or help people at my school... but idk how to help anyone at my school, especially since i don't know how to tell who feels this way. what do i do? i want to get involved DIRECTLY. face to face with these kids and teens and i want to help them by showing them that someone loves them. but i'm only 15.. my grades are already low. and I can't drive... what do i do? i have do do SOMETHING with myself, otherwise they are suffering and i'm not doing a damn thing about it..

I'm a 15 year old on in high school, sophomore year. about two weeks ago, two guys in my 4th period art class started making fun of me and just picking on me for various things, primarily my weight. The keep calling me fat and "fatty". and they make jokes about the cuts on my arms from previous lapses with clinical depression.. thing is, i'm not really that fat. i'm 5"9, and 220lbs. I mean.. i'm overweight but i'm not fat :(.. and they say that if i ever got into a fight, I would lose cause i'm a "p***y" I have never said or done anything to hurt these two and I haven't even been mean to them after they began bullying me. i just kind of shrug it off.. now i am getting worried. today, during my verbal thrashing, my heart was pumping really hard and fast. i felt really really hot and my vision was pulsating and i felt insanely angry. but i was able to hold myself together and not get myself into any trouble... am I getting some kind of physical illness from this thing?? nah.. that sounds stupid.. but still, i can't get them to stop. I don't look it but i am very sensitive. I hate hate HATE when people PURPOSEFULLY put other people down for kicks. or because their "ugly", or "fat." I don't know what to do. Should i fight them? I am at least decently confident that i can win, because I take Choi Kwang Do classes, but i don't know if its enough. i've only been going for about 5 months. i can;t tell on them because , A.) The teachers and principal never do anything, and all the students know that. and B.) for 15 year olds, telling a teacher is for some reason a huge taboo. especially for boys. if i did they would just make fun of me for that too... one of them is small and skinny, who i could no doubt lay out across the floor covered in his own blood. but the other guy is a big football player.. best one on the team actually.. after studying him, i know a good few ways to win. he locks his arm when he punches, which is a rookie mistake. What do I do? i felt sick all day afterwards, and i came home crying... my self esteem is low enough as it is. I'm sick of "Fatty" and, "Emo" (which isn't true. i am certainly not emo.) hearing things like "Fatass probably ate 30 chicken buiscuits for breakfast." (actual quote.) I don't understand! i'm not fat, i'm not mean to anybody, and I've never tried to hurt a soul. Why are they doing this to me for no reason? I've never had a girlfriend (which i desire so badly.. a sweet girl who loves me and who i can love with mutual respect is something i fantasize about frequently.), and have no real friends at school.. I just don't understand.. what do i do? I have very low self esteem and i keep crying when i'm at home..

I'm a 15 year old on in high school, sophomore year. about two weeks ago, two guys in my 4th period art class started making fun of me and just picking on me for various things, primarily my weight. The keep calling me fat and "fatty". and they make jokes about the cuts on my arms from previous lapses with clinical depression.. thing is, i'm not really that fat. i'm 5"9, and 220lbs. I mean.. i'm overweight but i'm not fat :(.. and they say that if i ever got into a fight, I would lose cause i'm a "p***y" I have never said or done anything to hurt these two and I haven't even been mean to them after they began bullying me. i just kind of shrug it off.. now i am getting worried. today, during my verbal thrashing, my heart was pumping really hard and fast. i felt really really hot and my vision was pulsating and i felt insanely angry. but i was able to hold myself together and not get myself into any trouble... am I getting some kind of physical illness from this thing?? nah.. that sounds stupid.. but still, i can't get them to stop. I don't look it but i am very sensitive. I hate hate HATE when people PURPOSEFULLY put other people down for kicks. or because their "ugly", or "fat." I don't know what to do. Should i fight them? I am at least decently confident that i can win, because I take Choi Kwang Do classes, but i don't know if its enough. i've only been going for about 5 months. i can;t tell on them because , A.) The teachers and principal never do anything, and all the students know that. and B.) for 15 year olds, telling a teacher is for some reason a huge taboo. especially for boys. if i did they would just make fun of me for that too... one of them is small and skinny, who i could no doubt lay out across the floor covered in his own blood. but the other guy is a big football player.. best one on the team actually.. after studying him, i know a good few ways to win. he locks his arm when he punches, which is a rookie mistake. What do I do? i felt sick all day afterwards, and i came home crying... my self esteem is low enough as it is. I'm sick of "Fatty" and, "Emo" (which isn't true. i am certainly not emo.) hearing things like "Fatass probably ate 30 chicken buiscuits for breakfast." (actual quote.) I don't understand! i'm not fat, i'm not mean to anybody, and I've never tried to hurt a soul. Why are they doing this to me for no reason? I've never had a girlfriend (which i desire so badly.. a sweet girl who loves me and who i can love with mutual respect is something i fantasize about frequently.), and have no real friends at school.. I jsut don't understand.. what do i do?

Ive been thinking a lot lately. about angels, god, and religion in itself... I often question weather i am actually a christian or if i'm actually saved, due to the fact that i still carry so much doubt. doubt that i cannot get rid of for some reason. it just stays. I have been very unhappy for almost 6 years now. I am 15, and will be 16 in a few months. I get sad and teary-eyed very often... and recently ive begun to feel very cold and sick very often too. this has started about 2 weeks ago. I have no fever though, its just a tired and sick feeling paired with sadness and a longing for warm comfort... When i get sad, i feel colder and sicker. I ask god to help me in my time of need, but i never feel any real change other than very faint and temporary feelings of weak contentment. is there something i'm doing wrong? I pray to god and jesus every day for things to get better. I often think thoughts like "Theres a reason for this. you probably going to turn out to be a great hero, and prove your worth to everyone." but then, i feel that i have committed the sin of pride and vanity for thinking such thoughts... and it makes me feel worse. I have to ask for forgiveness for thinking thoughts that make me feel like i'm not worthless. I also wonder if god gives us guardian angels. i'd love that to be true... the thought of a warm, loving, comforting entity always at my side soothes me and makes me a feel a bit better.. but the bible says nothing of it, at least from what i know of it. If i really do have a guardian angel something that would make me so happy would be to embrace them and feel the warmth and comfort i haven't felt for a very very long time... but then i come back to reality, and i realize that I am still here, cold and tired, waiting for some kind of answer... what do i do? i can't commit suicide. but i can't do a single thing without feeling guilt and sorrow... Why does god put me through such a terrible thing? and for so long too. if he loved me, wouldn't he let me experience his warmth? Every day i feel miserable and the i feel guilty because i have so much more material things then many people do. i have a roof, food, and technology but i still feel terrible and that causes guilt on top of the pain... what could i possibly do? i'm not looking for a perfect life or even close to that. i just want to live without constant pain, fear, and weariness.

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Ive been thinking a lot lately. about angels, god, and religion in itself... I often question weather i am actually a christian or if i'm actually saved, due to the fact that i still carry so much doubt. doubt that i cannot get rid of for some reason. it just stays. I have been very unhappy for almost 6 years now. I am 15, and will be 16 in a few months. I get sad and teary-eyed very often... and recently ive begun to feel very cold and sick very often too. this has started about 2 weeks ago. I have no fever though, its just a tired and sick feeling paired with sadness and a longing for warm comfort... When i get sad, i feel colder and sicker. I ask god to help me in my time of need, but i never feel any real change other than very faint and temporary feelings of weak contentment. is there something i'm doing wrong? I pray to god and jesus every day for things to get better. I often think thoughts like "Theres a reason for this. you probably going to turn out to be a great hero, and prove your worth to everyone." but then, i feel that i have committed the sin of pride and vanity for thinking such thoughts... and it makes me feel worse. I have to ask for forgiveness for thinking thoughts that make me feel like i'm not worthless. I also wonder if god gives us guardian angels. i'd love that to be true... the thought of a warm, loving, comforting entity always at my side soothes me and makes me a feel a bit better.. but the bible says nothing of it, at least from what i know of it. If i really do have a guardian angel something that would make me so happy would be to embrace them and feel the warmth and comfort i haven't felt for a very very long time... a soft, motherly touch that would soothe my confused soul and mind. but then i come back to reality, and i realize that I am still here, cold and tired, waiting for some kind of answer... what do i do? i can't commit suicide. but i can't do a single thing without feeling guilt and sorrow... Why does god put me through such a terrible thing? and for so long too. if he loved me, wouldn't he let me experience his warmth?

I just got the free trial of rift today, and i really like the customization, spells, and gameplay overall. but i haven't seen anyone around. granted, it might just be because i'm in the starting area. Does RIFT still have a good sized player community, and if so, about how big?

I'm a 15 year old boy, sophomore in highschool. Ive never had a girlfriend, mostly because I don't like to associate with jocks, and am pretty antisocial... I'm your normal nerdy guy who likes to play Oblivion, Skyrim, MTG, watch anime like Fullmetal alchemist, Deadman wonderland, DBZ and such. But i tried talking to her yesterday (something that is very rare for me to do for anyone). and, i was pleasently surprised. where most people act awkward and annoyed by me, she was VERY nice, and charismatic. her voice was really soft and sweet. I when she got up, i noticed her binder was open, and she had some very expertly drawn manga art. She said she loved to draw them, but never really read any. i spent about 1 minute conversing a bit about classes, but then i had to go to the next class... but today i was able to talk to her a good bit more. she sits next to me, so thats a good thing. I really want to get to know her better. I think she is really pretty and nice. btw, what i'm looking for in a relationship with a girl is something real. meaningful. i don't want anything to do with sex. not right now. i think thats one of the reasons ive never had a girlfriend... but i have no idea what else to say, or how to go about asking her out. any help or advice? when in a relationship, i want to try my best to make the other person feel special. so they know i love them, instead of wondering if i'm just using them or not. i don't want to seem like a creeper, asking about her intrests out of the blue.. i don't want to wierd her out.

I'm a 15 year old boy, sophomore in highschool. Ive never had a girlfriend, mostly because I don't like to associate with jocks, and am pretty antisocial... I'm your normal nerdy guy who likes to play Oblivion, Skyrim, MTG, watch anime like Fullmetal alchemist, Deadman wonderland, DBZ and such. But i tried talking to her today (something that is very rare for me to do for anyone). and, i was pleasently surprised. where most people act awkward and annoyed by me, she was VERY nice, and charismatic. her voice was really soft and sweet. I when she got up, i noticed her binder was open, and she had some very expertly drawn manga art. She said she loved to draw them, but never really read any. i spent about 1 minute conversing a bit about classes, but then i had to go to the next class... I really want to get to know her better. I think she is really pretty and nice. btw, what i'm looking for in a relationship with a girl is something real. meaningful. i don't want anything to do with sex. not right now. i think thats one of the reasons ive never had a girlfriend... but i have no idea what else to say, or how to go about asking her out. any help or advice? when in a relationship, i want to try my best to make the other person feel special. so they know i love them, instead of wondering if i'm just using them or not. i don't want to seem like a creeper, asking about her intrests out of the blue.. i don't want to wierd her out.

I'm a 15 year old boy, sophomore in highschool. Ive never had a girlfriend, mostly because I don't like to associate with jocks, and am pretty antisocial... I'm your normal nerdy guy who likes to play Oblivion, Skyrim, MTG, watch anime like Fullmetal alchemist, Deadman wonderland, DBZ and such. But i tried talking to her today (something that is very rare for me to do for anyone). and, i was pleasently surprised. where most people act awkward and annoyed by me, she was VERY nice, and charismatic. her voice was really soft and sweet. I when she got up, i noticed her binder was open, and she had some very expertly drawn manga art. She said she loved to draw them, but never really read any. i spent about 1 minute conversing a bit about classes, but then i had to go to the next class... I really want to get to know her better. I think she is really pretty and nice. btw, what i'm looking for in a relationship with a girl is something real. meaningful. i don't want anything to do with sex. not right now. i think thats one of the reasons ive never had a girlfriend... but i have no idea what else to say, or how to go about asking her out. any help or advice?

In the state of georgia, is it legal to carry a baseball bat with you unconcealed? like, on the roads or sidewalks? reason I ask is that the place i live in is going to crap with rising crime and i don't want to use completely lethal force if attacked.

I'm 15 years old, and every since i was a little kid, I've wanted to be a good person, helping people and traveling from place to place, meeting friends and allies. Ive never really had a real friend that i could talk to about ANYTHING. It is something that I desperately want... a group of friends centered around doing good for other people and loving each other... but my generation is backwards and screwed up. nobody truly loves one another. I don't understand guys who just want sex. I mean, yes, i have temptation with lust, but when i want to have relationship with a girl, I want it to be based around love and adoration, not sex... Ive felt stuck for some time now.. years, i have felt stuck in my little area of the world and in my own home... same routine all the time. Ive been praying for 2 things. 1) a journey to let me do gods work through me, attempting to change the way people think in order to try and make even a handful of peoples lives better.... and 2)... I want a small group of friends that love and care about each other, and will never leave each others side... These are the two things i desire so immensly and desperately... next to actually know god, of course... I just recently got to now the reality of christianity.... I ask for an answer... and for someone to love.. but i find nothing.. i can;t see a Yes, No, or Maybe anywhere... what am i doing wrong... He says not to have doubt, but doubt creeps in and shoves me down every time... what do i do? is it just destiny that i not fulfill my greatest dreams?

In the state of georgia, is it legal to carry a baseball bat with you unconcealed? like, on the roads or sidewalks? reason I ask is that the plac ei liv ein is going to crap with rising crime and i don't want to use completely lethal force if attacked.

I'm 15 and i'm fairly new to the REAL christianity. ive been a "christian" all my life, but i've never ACTUALLY been one until recently. so there is still a lot i don't know... one of my questions is... Is it wrong to picture god as a motherly figure? for some reason, when i think of him as "father", it puts me off... probably because my own father was very hot-tempered and often made me feel bad about myself.. but i find that when i think of god as a kind, soft, sweet mother, then I want to get to know him/her/it better.. from what i've heard, god has no gender... so i could think of him as anything..right? but i also know that the bible refers to him as "King" and "Father" and "He"... is it wrong of me to picture god as a loving mother instead of a stern father?

Let me put a bit more detail into it... God Is above Gender. I know that much. He/she.it created BOTH man and woman in his/her/its image. The way i see it, He/she/it could play both rolls as he/she/it pleases. so.. as genderless entity wouldn't it make as much sense as thinking of god as a mother as it would a father? JUST TO CLARIFY: I believe god is above gender, because he has no use or need for it, and he made both men AND women in his image. No, I don't think god is actually a woman, nor do i think he/she/it is a man either. But its so comforting to talk to god and thinking of a soft and soothing voice to calm my soul.

I'm 15 and i'm fairly new to the REAL christianity. ive been a "christian" all my life, but i've never ACTUALLY been one until recently. so there is still a lot i don't know... one of my questions is... Is it wrong to picture god as a motherly figure? for some reason, when i think of him as "father", it puts me off... probably because my own father was very hot-tempered and often made me feel bad about myself.. but i find that when i think of god as a kind, soft, sweet mother, then I want to get to know him/her/it better.. from what i've heard, god has no gender... so i could think of him as anything..right? but i also know that the bible refers to him as "King" and "Father" and "He"... is it wrong of me to picture god as a loving mother instead of a stern father?

I can't think of any good titles. I need something catchy. something that will draw attention and has something to do with the story. I'm not going to go into extreme detail about the story, but the jist of it is: the protagonist is a young boy (name pending) who lives normally on the suburban outskirts of the city of Cosmoton. He is a kind, courageous kid who's life dream is to become a hero. he sometimes comes across as a pushover, but when faced with a true threat he won't back away. A comet appears in the sky and, for some time, people really don't think much of it. but days turn to weeks. and weeks turn to months. and the comet doesn't go away. in fact, it seems to have gotten closer. i'm guessing you have already figured out the plot by now... anyway, the comets waves of energy that it puts off begin to effect people. one of the first, being the hero. mutations begin to occur, (sorry, is said i wouldn't go into great detail) and long story short he gains supernatural abilities, including but not limited to, shooting his energy from his finger. anyway, he learns of an intergalactic conspiracy to destroy/control earth and its inhabitants by extraterrestrial beings, from a friendly alien ally. they both set out to find others who have gained powers, with the final goal of stopping the comet from plummeting to earth, and destroy the evil that seeks their demise. any good titles for this type of story?

I can't think of any good titles. I need something catchy. something that will draw attention and has something to do with the story. I'm not going to go into extreme detail about the story, but the jist of it is: the protagonist is a young boy (name pending) who lives normally on the suburban outskirts of the city of Cosmoton. He is a kind, courageous kid who's life dream is to become a hero. he sometimes comes across as a pushover, but when faced with a true threat he won't back away. A comet appears in the sky and, for some time, people really don't think much of it. but days turn to weeks. and weeks turn to months. and the comet doesn't go away. in fact, it seems to have gotten closer. i'm guessing you have already figured out the plot by now... anyway, the comets waves of energy that it puts off begin to effect people. one of the first, being the hero. mutations begin to occur, (sorry, is said i wouldn't go into great detail) and long story short he gains supernatural abilities, including but not limited to, shooting his energy from his finger. anyway, he learns of an intergalactic conspiracy to destroy/control earth and its inhabitants by extraterrestrial beings, from a friendly alien ally. they both set out to find others who have gained powers, with the final goal of stopping the comet from plummeting to earth, and destroy the evil that seeks their demise. any good titles for this type of story?