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July 27, 2013

Charles asks…

How is dis?..please tell frankly =)?

ok so i was totaly bored and i eventualy came up with this poem . i am a BIGTIME fan of twilight and edward ,ofcourse.

dis poem is from bella’s point of view btw and it is the “meadow” part.
please gimme frank opinions as to how it is =)

The wind ruffled through his bronze hair
His face so close to mine.
How many times have I seen this face?
Yet….i can never get used to its shine

His marble-like skin sparkling like diamonds
Can anything be so fine?
As i sit here with this god-like creature
I fail to belive that he is all mine

Slowly,his lips form my favorite crooked smile
And he spoke my name in his wind-chime voice
His beauty too much to bear,
My heart recoilled

As i try to control my heart beat
and try to think clearly,
He layed his ear to my heart
And said that he loved me

Administrator answers:

**(shriek!!!!)
I love Twilight!!!
Edward is your dream man, baby!!!
To bad he’s already taken… (boo hoo!!!)
cool poem, love it!!!

Sandy asks…

Can Someone Check Over My Story And Tell Me If I Should Make Any Changes Or Anything?

Here It Is:

It was a frosty November morning in Murlington. The rusty clock tower at the end of the cracked cobblestone street struck noon as I strolled into Lia’s Market. Mother had sent me to run a few quick errands, and I was on the last one: pick up fresh milk, a pound of sugar, flour, and eggs. After I had found what I needed to buy, I waltzed up to the counter and gave Lia five bronze coins to pay for the groceries. “That should be enough,” I said. “Yup. Thanks, and come again, Fiona.” Replied Lia, smiling my way. Then I went on my way. But this time I decided to go through Silveria Alley. Now Silveria Alley was said to be haunted, but that’s just people talking. I truly believed that the street wasn’t haunted, but I could feel fear bubbling up inside of me. ‘It’s NOT haunted, it’s NOT haunted,’ I chanted to myself. A few moments later, I heard someone, or something, moving around in one of the prickleberry bushes. I approached the large bush cautiously, ready to run and hide if I needed to. When I was close enough, I peeked through the leaves. I couldn’t believe what I saw! The most rare creature in all of the world: ‘The Unicorn.’ I could tell it was a she. I despretely wanted to name her, but I knew she probably belonged to someone else. She was the color silver, and she had sparkling silver-blue eyes that put me into a daze when she stared at my pale green ones with them. She looked at me, cocked her head, and then spread out her breathtaking wings of hers. A portal opened up in the sky, which almost blinded me with the light coming from it, and she flew into it and vanished into the mysterious world that lied between mine and who knows where? I just stood there in a daze, thinking about what just happened. I just couldn’t comprehend it all. ‘Maybe I need some rest,’ I thought. I followed the rest of the path to Musici Lane, where I live. I entered the cracked brick building, with the stained wooden windows and the wooden door with its screeching, rusty hinges; The place I call home. I set the groceries on the counter top, hopped up the stairs to my room, and flopped out onto my bed. About ten minutes later, I fell asleep.

That’s My Story (Some Of It) Someone Check Over It For Me And Tell Me If I Should Make Any Changes Or Anything, Thanks :D
the ********* is the word C O C K E D sry bout that :D
COPYRIGHTED 2011

Administrator answers:

It sounds very interesting. I loved the beginning, with the description you put into describing what Fiona couls see, but it kind of went downhill from there.

I reckon you rushed a bit too much on introducing Silveria Alley – I did not feel the tension or suspense when Fiona began making her way down the alley, nor did I feel excited when she began to apprach the bush. The description of the unicorn was a little too rash – you immediately leapt in to what colour the unicorn was and nothing described it’s reaction. What? Did it just stare back then fly into a portal suddenly?

And again, the ending was rushed. I pretty much had to slow myself down so I knew what Fiona was doing.

Add more paragraphs and just work a little more on the actual writing. The puncuation and spelling was all right though. Honestly though, I was interested and wanted to read more :D Good luck!

Ruth asks…

Isn’t “Twilight” just about like, the most amazing book ever written?!?

haha. I’m not going to add to the hate. Just wondering if anyone would give me their thoughts on the poem below. Like what they think it means/is about. Thanks! :)

Fingers that gracefully dance across the black and white keys
Eyelashes that flutter above sparkling sapphire eyes

Sing to me my lullaby
Your voice like an angelic choir
Let me gaze upon your chiseled face
No need to constrain your desire

Lie with me in the meadow
The long luxurious blades of grass
Glistening like the strands of your
Bronze hair, long and unkempt perfection

Hands that grasp and naturally intertwine with mine
You cradle and hold me, we share butterfly kisses as I peaceably sigh

But alas, the dream sequence quickly ends
You are only figment of my imagination
A fantasy that will forever be unreal and remain
Never becoming a reality
For when I realized that man that I kissed
Such men like my dreams, just don’t exist

Why can’t you be real for just one more night
And tenderly gaze and me and tell me I’m your only guide

(So with a broken heart I bitterly abstain from all romantic indulgences…)
Yep yep, original poem ;)

Administrator answers:

Ha ha. I get it. It’s a Twilight fanfic poem.

It sounds like Bella wrote it. You captured Stephenie Meyer’s style perfectly. Gratz.

Maria asks…

hws dis? 4 al twilight fans !! <3?

ok so i was totaly bored and i eventualy came up with this poem . i am a BIGTIME fan of twilight and edward ,ofcourse.

dis poem is from bella’s point of view btw and it is the “meadow” part.
please gimme frank opinions as to how it is =)

The wind ruffled through his bronze hair
His face so close to mine.
How many times have I seen this face?
Yet….i can never get used to its shine

His marble-like skin sparkling like diamonds
Can anything be so fine?
As i sit here with this god-like creature
I fail to belive that he is all mine

Slowly,his lips form my favorite crooked smile
And he spoke my name in his wind-chime voice
His beauty too much to bear,
My heart recoilled

As i try to control my heart beat
and try to think clearly,
He layed his ear to my heart
And said that he loved me

Administrator answers:

Its OK, a bit corny to tell truth. Third stanza needs work.

Mary asks…

Opinions on part of my story?

Ok, so recently I’ve been trying to write a story or a novel. I’m not sure what, but I’ve just been writing random bits and this is one of them. The main guy (Harry) has really hurt the main girl (Anna) by completely ignoring her and making her feel awful. I know loads of people upload their stories on this, and I just couldn’t help myself! Please don’t be mean, I can handle constructive criticism but don’t leave nasty comments. Thanks. It’s quite long and I’m not sure if it will all fit here but here goes-

Then I saw him walking towards me through the trees looking insanely hot as always. Damn him! How could I let myself get so attracted to him? His brown hair waved softly in the wind with bronze tints glistening in the sun. He was wearing his favourite jeans, and the same black t-shirt he wore when he first came to talk to me in the library. I couldn’t help admiring the way the material clung to his toned torso, but managed to control myself and turn back to my book before he got near enough to notice.
He came to sit by the same tree as me, with his back pressed against the rough bark looking far away to the distance. I tried my best to ignore him, stifling the urge inside me to turn around and let myself drown in those deep, sparkling blue eyes of his. We were both silent for a while, but I decided to take the first step and try to control the situation.
“How did you find me?” I asked, keeping my voice as cold and unbothered as I could to try and hide the bubbling heat inside me; I was glad he wasn’t looking at me as that heat slowly made its way to my cheeks.
“I guessed,” he said, still looking away as if he was trying to make out the shapes of the distant mountains through the thick fog, “I remember you saying you liked coming here.”
“Do you remember me saying that I liked coming here alone?”
He ignored my nasty comment and we both sat quietly for a while. Then he placed a paper bag on the grass between us.
“I brought you a muffin…It’s your favourite, raspberry with the white chocolate on top,” he tried using his persuasive voice, but I was determined not to give in.
“I don’t want it.” I declared, quite proud of my stubborn reply.
He turned to look at me then, his eyes searching my face trying to hold my gaze. I refused to let him and turned away, knowing that all the anger inside me would melt away once I looked into those twinkling sapphires.
“Hey, I queued in Starbucks for fifteen minutes to get you that muffin; you know how it gets there at lunchtime!” He said in a mock dramatic tone and I turned to look at him.
“Oh, you queued in Starbucks, for fifteen minutes, to get me a muffin?! Well then I must forgive you!” My voice was thick with sarcasm.
“Oh come on Anna, I’m trying to apologise here!”
“Really?! Well I haven’t heard you say sorry!”
“I’m sorry,” he said quietly looking at the ground. I stared at him, pretty much shouting in his face.
“Do you think ‘sorry’ and a measly muffin is going to make me forget what you did to me?!”
“What? You’re the one who told me to say it!” He was quick with a reply, but I couldn’t go on talking to him. I started shoving my stuff into my bag, I could not deal with this right now.
“You know what?…” I started, but couldn’t continue fearing my voice would crack due to the lump in my throat. “Never mind, you clearly don’t care,” I said walking away.
“I do care,” he said, getting up to follow me but I ignored him. He grabbed my arms and spun me around to face him.
“Hey,” he said, looking intensely into my eyes, “I do care.”
“Do you?” I asked, wriggling to free myself from his grip, “because I don’t think you do. Do you have any idea how humiliated I felt Harry? Me, a girl whose spent her entire life being invisible and unnoticed, suddenly to have everyone’s eyes on me, and not for a good reason. Everybody staring at me like I was some crazy stalker person trying to get your attention, and then to have Faye Harris look at me like I was dirt and ask ‘Who is this freak?’ Tell me, do you have the slightest idea how that felt?”
“No”, he said quietly looking at his feet. I knew I was making him feel guilty but I didn’t care, and I had to have my say before the prickling tears behind my eyes turned into full-blown waterworks.
“But that wasn’t the worst part. Do you know what the worst part was?” I could tell from his expression that he knew perfectly well, but I continued anyway. “The worst part was your answer to Faye’s question. Do you remember what you said?” I didn’t give him a chance to reply. “Four words, four little words – ‘I don’t know her’” I said slowly, emphasising every syllable. I wanted him to feel guilty, I wanted him to feel terrible, the same way I felt when he said those words. “You broke my heart Harry; you broke my heart with four little words.” I turned away from him and started walking, trying to contain the sobs that were aching inside.
“Anna, please!” He pleaded after me and I turned
Tiny bit didn’t fit in at the end –

I turned to look at him one last time.
“No, just…just leave me alone Harry. I don’t want to see you again.” I walked away, my steps getting faster and faster as the tears streamed down my face.
Thanks for taking the time to read it!

Administrator answers:

WHY WOULD YOU
NEED TO PUT THIS
UP HERE!

ITS PERFECT
dont try to show off on here
you are trying to rub your skill in
our faces SCREW YOU
just kidding its great.

Jenny asks…

What color goes best with a bronze sweater that has sparkles in it?

I just bought a beautiful bronze sweater top that has gold glitter in it and it comes down over the hip with wide elastic at the bottom and fullness around the waist. What color goes best with this to add more vibrancy to it?

Administrator answers:

Maybe a pair of white skinny leg jeans?
Answer mine?? – http://au.answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=AjXRlw0ECSiSPLVtbIYsTx3g5gt.;_ylv=3?qid=20121004080417AA63zUm

Donald asks…

What is a pretty makeup look I can do for tonight at the fair?

I love real champagney colors. Goldish silvery that sparkles.
I usually do top dark brown eyeliner, sparkley eyeshadow, black mascara, and black eyeliner on the bottom, but I hate it cause everything comes off after a couple hours.
Help!
Youtube videos are appreciated!

Administrator answers:

These looks are gorgeous and the girl doing them is not a novice at applying make-up at all. She’s actually the youngest girl to apply make-up at a fashion show. I’ll link you to a couple of pretty looks she does.

This one is more bronze colors:

she uses more silver/grey tones:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LXR5xyRUggE&videos=wKXTiyKRWfM

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