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google translate is not really helping me. I guess the 'well' im trying to say is a bit like 'so'. Also can anyone help: for rhetorical questions in french, can I simply say it like I would just say a simple question? For example if I want to say 'How many people in my family, I hear you ask? Four' is there a set way I must answer the question or can i just ask it like I would normally ask someone? Also, how do you say 'I hear you ask' like I used in the example above?

So, basically, I've had my braces on for around 2 and a half years. Ok, maybe I didn't take care of my teeth as good as I could have. Sometimes, I didn't brush at night and brushed for only around a minute but most of the time I've brushed alright. I also drank fizzy drinks sometimes but quite rarely. I also began using mouthwash about 1 year into my treatment. I don't floss at all because i'm so lazy. Sometimes i chew gum but this is not very often an occurrence. I'm getting them off in about 4 weeks. I have heard of people getting white stains but I'm not really worried about that because I've heard that the orthodontist get rid of those for you when they take off the braces. So, on a scale of 1-10, how likely am i to get BROWN stains on my teeth? Please, I'm really worried.

Why are we trying to reduce the production of these when electrolysing aluminium oxide?

so basically, I'm doing a project and I must include something about 'hoods'? It is something to do with environmental issues but idk what... please help

I see Nibbana as more of a kind of state of high bliss (DEFINITELY not a place) but Nirvana is an actual place like heaven... am I right? Please, simple answers

I am having toruble grasping the idea

I can only choose one - which one should I choose? I love the LOTR films and books but Life of Pi looks like an amazing film (read the book,too, it was decent). Also, anyone else excited for Les Miserable? :O

You gotta love Love Actually haha (: The Home Alone movies were pretty good, too.

I never understood why people liked the Nightmare Before Christmas - it used to give me nightmares

So... I have just changed to text plan and tmobile sent me a message. Here it is-word,letter and punctuation for word, letter and punctuation: 'Welcome to text plan.Top up ?10 each month and get unlimited free UK texts the following month, top up ?15 and get 500mb free internet too. UK texts cost 10p.'

I don't understand. Near the beginning of the message, tmobile said I had UNLIMITED FREE texts but at the end they say they cost 10p?? Please help?

So I have joined the cadet force and am getting my uniform ready. I need to sew on my flash to my beret but don't know which way to sew it on. It is a striped one with three stripes (order: Blue, Yellow, Blue). Should I stitch it on vertically so the stripes are 'going up' the beret or should I sew it on horizontally so that teh stripes are going side ways across the beret? Thanks!

On this page -----> http://www.t-mobile.co.uk/shop/mobile-phones/price...

There are three boosters for blackberry. What is the difference between the first two. Also if I have a blackberry, does that make me automatically eligible for those specific boosters or must I join the tmobile PAYG Blackberry plan?

Please help, thanks.

Thanks.

They say life is worse than death, for it is with death that sorrow is brought into life.

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So? I'm thinking maybe it is to downbeat and sad... I don't think it will be my opening sentence but my sister is also writing a novel and she thought of something like this and so I might let her use it. What do you think?

Please rate. Is it interesting? This is the third version of a piece of writing I wrote a week ago.

Buzz. This was how it had been since the beginning. The beginning – when his daughter had disappeared, when the men had arrived and sent him on a one way trip to hell and when life as he knew it was snatched away from his hands.

Often, the man would weep. There would be times when great remorse flooded through him and he would remember what he had done. What he had done. Pictures and images would fill his mind and he would grab his throat but he would be too weak to end it all and the images would still come – a man struggling in a large expanse of water, followed swiftly by three mountain peaks between two ridges. But the clearest image would be of a woman in his arms, blood erupting from her chest like a blooming rose, forming a bloody puddle on the floor.

Then the pain would come. There would be a dry stab in the back of his throat, and then tears would begin to form on his wide eyes. He would cry and cry but the sorrow would not subside. He would remember the happy days when he had walked with Joanne (for that was his daughter’s name) and they had sang merry tunes together, just like any normal father and daughter duo would do.

But now they weren’t just a normal father and daughter duo. In fact, they weren’t even a duo anymore. For they had been separated the day when all things had died and withered, when darkness and light had dispersed from his life and all that was left was the pitch-black emptiness of wherever he was right now.

“Cell. You’re in the Prison. The Darkpass Fortress.”

The voice did not come as a surprise to the prisoner. It had regularly come to torture him during the days (or was it months, or even years?) he had been at the Prison, as the voice called it.

What advertisement would you put on? Any recently made inventions? I remember that a certain era used wee to do a lot of things but I can't remember which... Is it the Tudors? Please help, thanks.

I am completely stuck. Normally I wouldn't come here asking for naming help but this time I have thought of nothing that isn't cheesy. Thanks for helping.

Surely you could name the so called 'prologue', chapter one? Examples, in HP7, Rowling has the chapter where Voldermort kills Charity Burbage. this would classify as a prologue, yet she calls it chapter one. If agents and publishers dislike prologues so much, why don't aspiring authors call their prologue, 'chapter one'?

BQ: Below is an excerpt. Please could you rate?

Buzz. This was how it had been since the beginning. The beginning – when his daughter had disappeared, when the men had arrived and sent him on a one way trip to hell and when life as he knew it was snatched away from his hands.

Often, the man would weep. There would be times when great remorse flooded through him and he would remember what he had done. What he had done. Pictures and images would fill his mind and he would grab his throat but he would be too weak to end it all and the images would still come – a man struggling in a large expanse of water, followed swiftly by three mountain peaks between two ridges. But the clearest image would be of a woman in his arms, blood flowing from a gaping wound in her chest and forming a bloody stain on the floor.

Then the pain would come. First a great stab in the back of his dry throat and then tears would come to his wide eyes.

Does it make you want to read on? This is an extract from a second project I am working on.

Buzz. On and on it went, infrequently pausing and then starting again. Just a low buzz in the background. To be honest, that wasn’t much better. In fact, there was no background. Just plain darkness. Darkness and buzzing. To the man, it was hell.

The pain had come a few days after the noise first arrived. Sometimes, he could not bear it. Sometimes, it was just a light tickling sensation somewhere on his body. The boy did not know where; it could have been his toes or his stomach – co-ordination did not exist in this nightmare. Neither did time.

When last had he seen the light of day or felt the cool breeze of the wind on his cheeks? It had been the summer’s day that his daughter had disappeared. What had been her name? Mary? Nicola? Joanne. That was it. Often, he would remind himself of this single piece of information, the only one he could remember. He knew she had been taken and then he had arrived here, forced to stay in the company of the darkness and the buzz.

Frequently, he would hear a voice from faraway and then a distant scream, forever echoing in his, already demented, mind.

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