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  • Help? Something wrong with my cat?

    Well, recently my cat got sick. I have no idea how it appeared and where it came from, it's only a kitten and he has never been outside before. The litter he was born in was taken away and my boyfriend decided to keep it. But, he got sick somehow? I don't know what's wrong with him, but my mum thinks it's cat flu. I take great care of my animals, please don't abuse me with your jibber jabber.

    I want to know what's wrong, because he has icky gunky stuff in his eye. It's white and covers it, kind of. I helped his normal eye, and it's getting better, but his other eye is actually putting me on the verge of tears when I see it. His bottom eyelid is puffy and pink, and it's basically like a huge bubble protruding from his eye. I've cleaned it softly with warm water, salt water, everything.

    The sad thing is my mum hasn't got enough money for him to see a vet, and it's killing me to know I can't do anything for him. It breaks my heart that he has to go through this, but his eating is fine, his sense of smell, and he is overall fine. It's just his eye, and I'm only 15 and I have no knowledge of what the hell is going on.

    I would really appreciate any information, and I know he should see a vet, but when you don't have enough money and nothing is helping... It kind of sends me insane because he's in pain, and I can't handle seeing him hurting.

    Please people. :(

    5 AnswersCats9 years ago
  • Anime? And is this silly?

    Well, I just recently, very recently actually... Finished Blood+ the anime, and I practically died at the ending. I love this anime, and I was wondering if anyone knew of any more that's possibly like this? If not, just name any you would recommend. I like romance - horror - death - happy endings.

    Also, I was wondering if this was silly?

    I'd finished the Blood+ anime, but the character Haji... He was a big favourite of mine, because he was just amazing. I don't know why, but I bawled my eyes out for at least 5 minutes when I seen him die. I also cried when he said he loved Saya, and I was wondering if this was silly? That I cried about it, I mean. I just get really emotional when my favourites die, and he was my favouritest of favouritest... So, please, I felt kind of silly...

    Thank yooou!

    8 AnswersComics & Animation10 years ago
  • Yes? No? I need opinions, and Critique. Please?

    I just wrote this, and I havent really done it up that much. I don't want people telling me to define/refine it etc. first, because I do that last. Just please, tell me what you think of it? Does it make you want to read more? I, even as the writer, think its a bit sloppy and not very interesting. I'm 14, and I'm really gearing on writing my own book. If it gets published or not. So... please, tell me if you like it, and if its good, for your standards. Harsh comments will be taken as Critique. I wont take offence.

    Thanks.

    ***

    *Unknown...*

    His fingers were tightly wound, his shoulders tense. The eyes of the sky, they were filled with pure, undiluted fury. Fear had gotten to him, and he didn't like being scared, at all. His sceptre was next to him, and in a fit of anger, he lifted it and connected it with the floor. An almighty boom filled the silence, and thunder rocked across the skies.

    What would he do?

    His mouth curved to form a nasty sneer, as the world below him screamed at the sudden shock. The waves of electricity flowed off of him relentlessly. Ruthless he was, a warrior amongst all that lived. He would find a way, and he would find the Thirteenth member of the council. The fate of the boy who was, the number 13, would not know what's coming to him.

    He then felt a prick on his mind, and a sharp pain rumbled through his entire being. He roared, and out of nowhere, appeared 11 more warriors... People. They were helping him get up, and fed him something golden looking, that swirled around in a large cup. He drank it and kneeled, using his sceptre as leverage to get up.

    “If we don't find the Thirteenth member, we are all doomed to the chaos of our fathers and mothers. We must find him... We are growing weaker.” His voice brought their attention, and they listened. It was clear, he was their leader.

    “All of you, we must find him on Earth. He is our only chance. We must search ourselves. We must go... now.”

    Then with another bang, his sceptre connected with the floor. A boom echoed, and he disappeared in a flash of lightning.

    ***

    Please be honest! D:

    3 AnswersBooks & Authors10 years ago
  • Critique? It's rough, and It's 1 am.?

    Critique this for me?! I'm posting this question and going to bed right after, its 1 in the morning and I am incredibly tired... Anyway, this is probably really confusing, but I'll fix it up later and re-post or re-ask. Just tell me if it sounds intriguing or it sounds interesting and something you would read? Sorry if I mis-spelled anything up there, I can barely write. I'm writing 'the' as 'thre'.

    ***

    I had never really been a normal girl, ever since my 10th birthday. Of course, you're probably thinking, oh this story is so cliché. She lost her parents and now she's turned into a complete psycho. Well, maybe you can believe that, but lets just say you didn't... and that you we're interested in the story I'd told so many people.

    They still didn't believe me.

    On the 4th of August, my birthday had been going so well. I'd gotten tons of presents, all of them wrapped in my two favourite colours. Bows and all kinds of decorations were on them, and decorations hung all over the walls of the house.

    At school, I'd had a wonderful time, and was excited to get home and open my presents. I waited outside the school, and waited, for my parents to come and get me. I waited, alright. Teachers asked me if I was still waiting, and I said yes every time. They continued to ask, and got more and more worried.

    I'd sat near the school fence, as the sun began to go down, and the night was dark and more menacing than ever before. The school had told me to start going home, but I'd been offered a lift so many times. They'd given up on me, and they shouldn't have. No one should have let me go home alone that night, and I'm sure, no one would have if they could do it all again.

    I'd sat up from the floor and accepted a flash light from a woman I hadn't seen before. She only just started working at my school, but she was beautiful. Long reddish/blonde hair that went down to her waist flowed behind her back. She smiled and said goodbye to me, walking the opposite way toward her car.

    I turned it on and walked, my heart racing at the noises in the night. Streetlights were on, but some were off. I began to feel sick and worried.

    Where were my parents?

    Well, at this time, I was only a little girl and I'd never knew such sadistic things could happen in the world. A little girl, so innocent to those around her. I was an innocent, and after that night, my innocence of mind, was stolen.

    I'd continued to walk, and walk, until the familiar house was there. In front of me. Lights were on, flashing birthday decorations outside. My heart leapt. They'd surprised me!

    Oh boy, how wrong was I.

    ***

    Yes? No? Tell me your honest answers and yeah! I spelt your as oyur. Lucky I noticed, or you all would have been thinking; "Say whaaaat?!" haha. Thanks for reading it! Also, I'm 14. I don't really listen in English but I'll get better. I got a B on my narrative, it was also a gory one... I need to stop the gory-ness.

    Now I'm blabbing... on a computer? Woo! haha, just kidding.

    thanks for reading! Tell me what you think, honest too! I love honest people.

    2 AnswersBooks & Authors10 years ago
  • The best way to train range on Runescape?

    Another Runescape question... I was wondering if anyone knew any places thats best? I'm a member, I have 51 range and my combat level is 46. My defence is 31 and my strength is 46... Attack is 30. I don't know whether this is good or not, but I've had enough of Rock crabs and The Fremennik province.

    If you know, pleasepleaseplease tell me. I need some help, badly. Fast exp if possible... if not, I'm all for a lot of exp but doing it slowly.

    Thank you so much!

    (P.S: If your just going to tell me to stop playing this game, please don't bother answering. Thanks. :L)

    6 AnswersVideo & Online Games10 years ago
  • Whats the best way to level strength on Runescape?

    Yes, I know I know. You're going to tell me to get off Runescape. Because its bad for you and addicting. Well, I don't really want those silly answers to my question, so if you're going to tell me to get off it. Then don't answer, not to sound harsh.

    I want to know how to level Strength quickly. Not at a lightning speed, but just quickly. I get very impatient, but I can stick to some type of goal if I try... The rock crabs are always full, or someone has a cannon and their using it and just ruining it for everyone.. These are my lame stats:

    Attack: 25.

    Strength: 28.

    Defence: 24.

    Ranged: 50.

    Prayer: 19.

    Magic: 41.

    Constitution/HP: 42.

    My combat level is 43 and I'm just an overall fail of an account, but please? I need some help here... So if you have any tips, please tell me.

    Also, if you want to talk, just add me and tell me your runescape name in the answer. My name is - Cataclysmel.

    If your wondering what that means, it is actually spelt Cataclysm, but that was taken so I made a word. Cataclysmal, but thats also taken, so mel was my last choice. Cataclysm is a synonym for the word Apocalypse, and it sounds cool. So it basically means Apocalypse.

    Sorry for making it so long... Please answer! Thank you! <3

    (P.S: Sorry if its in the wrong category! I don't usually ask these questions!)

    4 AnswersVideo & Online Games10 years ago
  • What does this sound like? Interesting? Yes, no?

    This is a small excerpt from my story. It may be a little confusing, but bear with me? I'd just like to know if you find it interesting, and if you would read more... I also think it sounds a little forced, so if you could help me out with that... Well, it would be appreciated a ton!

    Thanks!

    **

    “Drew!” I shouted. The screaming and hysterical voices were deafening. Thunder cracked and rumbled above us, lightning was everywhere and lighting the dark sky. The thing was getting closer, the dark hole. It was so close; the tidal waves swam up and around it. So deadly and horrifyingly beautiful, my heart stopped when the bus started to sway.

    “Drew!” I shrieked at him, but he only stood up and stared at me. His pale green eyes began to turn darker, until they were pits of nothing. I felt my stomach do another flip and I gasped, his arms growing larger and horns growing on his head. What was he?

    He grew still, his legs getting larger and wider. His skin turned pitch black and hair appeared all over his body. He grew taller, until the horns on his head pierced the roof of the bus. Everyone was screaming and crying, their bodies squished together at the back of the bus.

    He roared.

    I fell and hit my hand on the corner of something hard. I felt a crack and I made a squealing noise in the back of my throat. I scrambled back, my heart racing a mile a second. My feet were slipping as the rain turned the metal floor into a slick death-trap.

    I struggled to get to my feet; the large thing in front of me was big. Its feet ended in large talons and its hands were identical. Its head was like a bull; its horns were massive and primal on its head. What the hell was it? I flung myself out the door and into the wet sand. The black thing was getting closer; the animal behind me had ripped the bus roof right off.

    He was bigger than the bus.

    **

    Explain ; They are on a bus, a school bus with school students. They are on their way toward the library, which is fairly far away. The bus decides to stop, and the bus driver goes missing when he goes to fix the engine. Then, seeing as the weather is a bit stuffed up, a massive hurricane/tornado like thing appeares out of the sky and starts coming toward them..

    She runs away from the bus, but her crush - Drew - of two years is on the bus still and she runs back to get him. This is what happens when she does, and the massive black thing is the tornado/hurricane, with tidal waves around it... They are next to the ocean, and it's gathering up all this water.

    It's coming closer, and this Drew guy suddenly turns into this monster etc... tell me what you think! Should I continue the idea, or not?

    4 AnswersBooks & Authors10 years ago
  • Do you like red hair :/?

    I have red hair, some freckles too, though not too many, some have faded... I just want everyones opinion. I don't have the ORANGE hair, like the bright orange hair... I have red hair, definitely, but it's got brown in it too. So I guess you could say it's auburn? heres a picture...

    http://i1123.photobucket.com/albums/l558/Snak-a-ta...

    its the only one I could find really that had all my hair in it... and even then, it doesn't really show. But I'd like to know your opinion on red hair, I don't mind, I'm used to the verbal abuse, haha. Just tell me the pros and cons, or what you think are the pros and cons. (also if you cant see the picture, my bad. D:) (and yes, that picture is my profile picture for Yahoo Q&A. Haha...)

    Thanks people! :D

    11 AnswersHair10 years ago
  • What do you think this is? Help please?

    Okay I'm feeling really sick. not like puking sick, I hope I wont get that far, but I ate KFC yesterday and I've been feeling a little... well, i felt sick yesterday and I kept getting hot flushes. I turned the fan on and it helped a little, then I woke up to being freezing cold and I had to turn it off and put warmer clothes on and snuggle into the blanket a lot...

    I get really bad ... Hm. I can't explain it. I get bursts of nausea feelings? At random points a large amount of pain would go up my stomach and I'd feel really sick and then it would go away and appear again. It just happened a few seconds ago and I feel really tired... That might have been because I woke up at 6 in the morning coughing...

    Yeah, I'm coughing too and sometimes I choke and gag, like I'm about to puke but there is nothing in there. I'm too afraid to eat, so I'm just sipping on some water because my throat and mouth is dry...

    Does anyone know what this is? I need some help, please. :(

    thanks a lot if you do!

    (also, sorry if I put this in the wrong category. I dont really ask these kinds of questions, but my mum thinks its Food poisoning. I don't because I searched some of the symptoms on the internet and I think I have a milder version. I just want a confirmation though, or is something else wrong?)

    1 AnswerOther - General Health Care1 decade ago
  • Questions need answers, and I need some :(?

    I need an answer to this stupid damn question. Okay, I really do want to write a book. I want to write and write and write and write -You get the picture.

    I just don't end up finishing it.

    Its either because someone reads it and tells me that it needs work, and it puts me down because I worked so hard on it, or someone else I know can top off my work and write better than me. I work really hard on my writing sometimes and I try to get the right vocabulary...

    Like I said, I can't seem to finish it. Is it motivation issues? Determination? I don't know, and people don't really like my writing. I tried a lot of sites, Fanfiction, Fictionpress... I forgot the rest.

    So, instead of telling me it's because I really suck or something (I'm working on taking criticism better, its one of my flaws :/). So, your answers are greatly appreciated, and this here is a small part of something I wrote.

    Well, something I attempted to write.

    ***

    The harsh breeze sent cold chills down my spine and goose bumps all over my skin. It was cold, and it was dark. That was all I cared about so far, getting out of the cold darkness and back home.

    If only I knew where I was...

    I sniffed and rubbed my hand against my arm, trying to get some kind of friction against my skin and create warmth. It didn’t work, like it never would, I was more than freezing now. Wearing a tank top and thin track pants was not good.

    I never knew weather could change this drastically, from sunny to the clouds taking over the sky with a bruised, ugly black colour.

    I started walking now, looking down corners to try and spark some kind of memory. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t remembered where I lived!

    I was utterly stupid!

    I heard a small creaking noise and stopped in my tracks, turning around slowly and started scanning the area behind me. Nothing was there... What had made that noise then? I frowned deeply and kept walking, trying to ignore the brief creak noises that kept appearing.

    My heart was pumping fast; the cold win wasn’t cold now. It felt hot, and my blood was pumping adrenaline through my veins like a speed train. My instincts were screaming ‘run! Run as fast as you can!’ But I wasn’t listening.

    I was just walking.

    I heard the creak noise again, and as I began to turn around, my body stiffened as something flew past my head like a white blur. A ‘whoosh’ noise sounded in my ears, like the thing that flew by my head was faster than sound.

    My lungs filled with air and I gulped down the scream. I wouldn’t want to give away my position, even though it was clear the person already knew where I was loud and clear. So I began to creep away, and when I was behind the tree, I looked behind it and noticed something move in a neighbouring tree across the road.

    Without thinking, I screamed and bolted away.

    ***

    6 AnswersBooks & Authors1 decade ago
  • If I were to put a preface in my story, would this interest you?

    Okay, I plan on writing a novel... Obviously, but I was just wondering if I were to put a preface/prologue in the story would you think it was interesting, if the preface/prologue was this?

    It's quite far into the story too, this preface/prologue... it is probably close to the last chapters. I don't know how to write prefaces/prologues so your opinion is very important.

    Thanks!

    **

    I sat there with a note in my hands, it’s usually white paper dripped with blood and my face set in an open-mouthed gape. Drips fell to the floor with small noises in the shocked silence and my eyes shot toward the knife on the floor, it was also a bloody red colour, but the blood wasn’t my interest.

    It was the body next to it.

    My eyes filled with tears and a large curl of despair coiled in my stomach, then with a deep breath...

    I screamed.

    **

    2 AnswersBooks & Authors1 decade ago
  • Is this preface too short? and does it sound like a preface?

    I want to know if this is too short for a preface, or if it even sounds like one at all. It's going to be in third-person, because first-person stories are too... I don't know, used up. So tell me if you like it, if it sounds like a preface and if it's good. Thanks!

    ***

    She sat on the bed with a note in her hands; bloody drops of blood were prominent against the white paper... Dark, black writing was in curvy letters as the knife on the desk and the body below it created a tight curl of despair in her stomach.

    In her best friends’ room, lay her body, a suicide note and a bloody knife dripping her blood.

    4 AnswersBooks & Authors1 decade ago
  • Is this something you'd be interested in? (*UN*-edited.)?

    I've been working on developing a plot I came up with a while ago. It's going somewhere further than it had been and I've finally started writing it up. The plot isn't fully developed but it's enough to start writing, so I want your honest opinions on it. It is UN-EDITED, so don't start saying about grammar or spelling mistakes. I know, I will get around to editing soon when my first draft is done. I also need your opinion in if I should write it in first person or third?

    ***

    The phone rang out just as I’d opted out from brushing my messy bed head, the familiar beanie warming my ears and the small pom-pom on top wobbling loosely.

    “I got it!” I heard my mum shout, and soon enough, her worried shouts were loud enough to shock me from my slight daze. I was looking at myself in the mirror, hoping I looked okay to go see my unofficial step dad, he had told me he was going to propose so I’d made it my business to look good.

    A dark grey tank under my black jumper, a super-man symbol on the front and dark blue leggings, I decided I was presentable.

    “Who are you?!” This time I’d looked at her with genuine worry, she had tears streaking down her cheeks, ruining that mascara I had so-carefully applied. I frowned at her as she looked at me, a horrifyingly stricken look on her face.

    I mouthed at her ‘Who is it’ but she was frozen on the spot. A deep voice was talking to her on the phone, it made shivers crawl up my spine. It seemed unbelievingly familiar, yet it spooked me enough that I shook my head fiercely when she tried to hand it to me.

    She shoved it in my hands and I put it to my ear with a frown. A deep voice was talking to someone over the other line, their voice was muffle though, and I assumed they had their hand on the phone.

    “Hello?” I questioned, frowning at my teary faced mother. She was close to crying all over again, everyone across the line of the phone quietened and the deep voice responded.

    ***

    Thanks everyone!

    2 AnswersBooks & Authors1 decade ago
  • (second post) would you read this or not? Fixed version, a little?

    Yes, I fixed it up a little and I put some things I didn't put in there before. It's my first draft still, I redone it all and I want to know (again) what you think of it. Would you read it or is it boring and not something you would read? Say anything you want, don't hold back.

    Thanks!

    ***

    I felt a lonely and abandoned sigh leave my lips when I looked in the mirror. Another fathers’ day would be spent. My hair was a frizzy mess, the light coming from behind the blinds brightening the small amount of blonde in my red hair to glow. Today was not for glowing, today was for being quiet and doing as I was told.

    I brushed down my frizzy hair and shoved the clothes I had organised the night before on. A deep purple tank, dark blue leggings and black ballet flats, but looking nice was just a cover up for the sad internal feelings dwelling inside. My real father was a missing shadow since I could remember; now my step dad was an annoying silhouette that was darkening my future.

    I had made an act of bravery buying him shaving cream to shave off that disgusting beard he had, the only thing that was similar with him and me was our red hair. His beard was red too, or maybe the easily triggered temper we both had.

    I took one last look in the mirror and registered the sadness dwelling behind my blue eyes, they weren’t even blue today, and maybe a stormy grey was more fitting. I left my bedroom smelling like my mum’s favourite perfume and disguising my sadness with the act of undeserved joy.

    I sat down at the table and let myself drift into my mind. I never remembered seeing my real father, I had gotten my red hair from my mum, but the blue eyes were definitely not hers. Vibrant green orbs were her colour; I also got my mum’s pale skin. I was a mixture of her and an unknown man I was sure was handsome.

    “You alright honey?” I barely heard her, keeping the tears from falling I was trying my best to concentrate. It was hard, her worried face looking back at me, I didn’t want Christian here, and my step dad was nothing like the father I would ever want.

    I rubbed the bruise on my leg and still felt the numbness on my right forearm; he had hit me last night, his big hands had stricken me with a force I was never to disobey. He had never gone further than hitting me though, for that I was glad.

    ***

    Sorry it's so long :(.

    2 AnswersBooks & Authors1 decade ago
  • What are some interesting books to read? (13 year old)?

    I need to read and I've read my whole shelf of books. That shelf is 5 rows in one bookshelf and I need more to read, so people give me some suggestions! I need lots of them, I've even read Sidney Sheldon books. I think that's how you spell her name, and I need suggestions on what to read.

    Anything is good.

    8 AnswersBooks & Authors1 decade ago
  • Would you read this? (Second Post.)?

    Hello! I want to know if you would read this, I know one person who would but I'd like to know your opinions on it. Constructive criticism is also welcome, thanks!

    ***

    I hated being sick, and I’d hated not being able to move from my bed. Not even able to eat food, as if felt like slime crawling down my throat. It never made it to my stomach, it would just come straight back up from my throat. The sickness had started when I went to school despite the freezing cold weather.

    The doors to the school were shut and when I entered it seemed to get colder, though I could tell it was warm inside. It was like it didn’t touch me, I was worried I was sick by that time but I never really gave it a second thought. Just going on with my day like everyone else, the teachers had started to note a change in the colour of my face. Saying it was turning green, this was after lunch, when I had eaten a lot of food.

    “I’m fine,” I’d answered and given them a smile, though I had felt a little nauseous earlier, I assumed it was because I’d eaten so much. So when I was listening to the teacher and the overwhelming feeling of puke running up my throat appeared... Well, I done what anyone else would have, I threw my head to the side and threw up all over someone’s bag.

    Not a very pretty sight as the contents which were in my stomach still looked like chewed bits of food, like they hadn’t digested properly. The teacher took notice and immediately had a horrified look on his face. He took me by the forearm and then shoved me outside and left me there, not really having a clue as to why I was kicked out.

    I looked in the classroom and everyone also had terrified looks on their faces. I couldn’t comprehend why though, and at that time I was positive I’d caught a stomach bug off someone. The teacher seemed to bag the students’ belongings and then threw it into something. It then proceeded to burst up into flames and smoke.

    ***

    7 AnswersBooks & Authors1 decade ago
  • What do you think of this beginning?

    Alright, opinions and welcome and constructive critique is appreciated. Thanks :D.

    ***

    I hated being sick, and I’d hated not being able to move from my bed. Not even able to eat food, as if felt like slime crawling down my throat. It never made it to my stomach, it would just come straight back up from my throat. The sickness had started when I went to school despite the freezing cold weather.

    The doors to the school were shut and when I entered it seemed to get colder, though I could tell it was warm inside. It was like it didn’t touch me, I was worried I was sick by that time but I never really gave it a second thought. Just going on with my day like everyone else, the teachers had started to note a change in the colour of my face. Saying it was turning green, this was after lunch, when I had eaten a lot of food.

    “I’m fine,” I’d answered and given them a smile, though I had felt a little nauseous earlier, I assumed it was because I’d eaten so much. So when I was listening to the teacher and the overwhelming feeling of puke running up my throat appeared... Well, I done what anyone else would have, I threw my head to the side and threw up all over someone’s bag.

    Not a very pretty sight as the contents which were in my stomach still looked like chewed bits of food, like they hadn’t digested properly. The teacher took notice and immediately had a horrified look on his face. He took me by the forearm and then shoved me outside and left me there, not really having a clue as to why I was kicked out.

    I looked in the classroom and everyone also had terrified looks on their faces. I couldn’t comprehend why though, and at that time I was positive I’d caught a stomach bug off someone. The teacher seemed to bag the students’ belongings and then threw it into something. It then proceeded to burst up into flames and smoke.

    ***

    5 AnswersBooks & Authors1 decade ago
  • Opinions on this short Prologue?

    Your opinon's would be nice and constructive criticism is welcome !

    ***

    PROLOGUE

    Now that I knew, now that he told me, the Bow and Arrow in my hands felt right. They felt like they were meant to be there, like they wanted to stay and glue themselves to me. I looked over the cliff, recognising my friends and some of the others, I pulled an Arrow from my quiver.

    I pulled it back and aimed it at his eye, and with a superhuman speed that surprised me, lodged itself into it's eye. It wailed and put a hand on it, I pulled another one from my quiver, noticing it radiated something I couldn't really recognise. I shot again and it wailed again, it's eye puffed up and swelled. I bit my lip to prevent my lunch coming up and I pulled the last arrow out.

    I pulled and aimed, loving the feel of the bow and arrow in my hands. I let out a loud and somewhat carefree laugh before letting it go and shoot into it's heart.

    2 AnswersBooks & Authors1 decade ago
  • I've given up, but do I get back on my feet?

    I have always loved reading. I could pick a book up, and it might not catch my interest, but I just read it because it's a book, and I love books. To be honest, I had started two novels, two of completely different starts and ends. I just don't know if I can keep going, no one really supports me. It's just myself, telling myself I can do it, I can do it.

    I don't think it works anymore, and I know I'm a little young to give up, but I've been going at it since I was 9, so I've been writing and trying to get better for 4 years. I don't think I'm any different, I'm just the same and it frustrates me that I can't sit down and keep writing.

    I want to write because I want people to know they can pursue dreams, but sometimes I think my dream of doing that is getting further and further away, when at one point. It was touching my fingertips, and I could feel the happiness and success from it. Then it disappeared, and I don't know if I can do it again.

    So do I give up... Or do I get back on my feet?

    7 AnswersBooks & Authors1 decade ago
  • How's this for a Zombie story?

    I need everyones critique. I don't know if I should continue it and I'd like everyone's opinion on it. It would really help me too, so tell me how it's going. Also, I am 13, but just tell me if it's okay for a 13 year old, a lot of people say I'm a good writer but I want to know from strangers. I still want all your critique, I'm tough :).

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    I watched him train with an eerie quiet, his leg muscles tensing and un-tensing, his arms punching the sack over and over. A bead of sweat had formed long ago, but now he was drenched in it. He sprayed something, and looked up at me with a small smirk. Deodorant, I took a subtle deep breath in and felt a shiver fly up my spine. The smell of sweat mixed with the deodorant drove me crazy.

    I had found this place a while ago, and since we had these little sacks. This unknown teen had come and asked to use it. I didn't trust him at first, the outside world being practically infested with flesh-eating Zombies, after revenge of some kind. He had told me it was for protection, but I figured that hand-to-hand combat with a Zombie was stupid. They'd bite your hand off.

    Though in return he had given me a bow and more than a dozen arrows... The name of which holds these arrows, I had bribed out of him. There were no dictionaries, no nothing but an underground tunnel full of old mining tools, I hadn't really thought of how lucky I'd gotten. I did now, I was protected by the Zombies, and I could venture outside whenever I wanted.

    Which was once a month!

    I felt a bubble of worry appear when Shakiah, my sister, didn't come within the 15 minutes I had told her to be back at. She was only 12, and she was the thing that anchored me to earth. If she weren't here, I would be a rogue, going outside to kill any and anything I could get my hands on. I was going outside once a month to get food. Water was already here, as I had dug enough to get a pool, maybe a little pond inside our make-shift home.

    I looked at the cracked picture of my family and let my defences shoot up. I didn't want to worry about my dead mother; I didn't want to worry about my missing father. My sister was all I could and would worry about. She was next to me in this photo, her pale blonde hair rolling down to her elbows in gorgeous curls. Doe-sized brown eyes and pale skin, like me, although I didn't have blonde hair. I had inherited Red hair from my mother and gotten my father’s blue eyes.

    I decided I would go look for her, she could have ventured part of the place I hadn't checked out, and I felt a blob of worry grip my heart. She wouldn't do that, would she?

    “I'll be back. Don't take anything or I'll shoot you.” I scowled at him, recalling the feelings he had brought from me. I felt my lip curve into a sneer and he just shook his head, smirking. Stupid boy, we give him food and water, and he just stands there and makes my heart race.

    I scoffed, leaving the room and into the dimly lit tunnel. I stopped abruptly, and then felt my heart start up in a faster pace, fast enough to let a red colour cloud over my vision and fast enough for my head to get dizzy. I was worried, but this time, anger was my emotion.

    Bloody footprints...

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    Sorry it's so long!

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