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Forbidden Hypnosis - How To Hypnotize Someone Instantly - American Chronicle
If you were to ask how to hypnotize someone instantly, then let us find together the answer to our questions. The hypnotist serves as a guide or the one who has power over the person being hypnotized. He is in ...
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Hendrix came onstage determined to completely hypnotize them, which he couldn’t ... some awful situation when his henchmen have tried to attack somebody and that person’s turned around and says, “Fuck you.
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There are very few countries in the world that appeal to a person’s five senses and hypnotize them with its historical, cultural and religious beauty. Turkey has to be one of the countries that have such an effect ...
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I believe this book teaches a valuable lesson which is that no matter how small a person may be; with dedication ... is a scary man all he has to do is look at you and he can hypnotize you to do whatever he wants ...
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| How to Hypnotize a Person. Hypnosis is a process by which the mental state of a person can be largely altered to accept guided suggestions. You can hypnotize a person by making him ... |
| So how to hypnotize a person following very simple steps? As you know, hypnosis is usually defined as a trance-like state in which a person becomes more aware and focused and is ... |
| One of the simplest ways to hypnotize someone is the "progressive relaxation" technique. Have the person you're working with sit or lie down in a comfortable ... |
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Voting Question: Lesbian and Bi girls only! Would you date me!?
Ok so I AM NOT looking for an online relationship I was just wondering if you think I'm sweet or if you would date me. Ok so I'm almost 15 I'm a lesbian I'm black and currently my hair is in this semi cornrow curly ponytail thing everyone says it's cute. I have DEEP brown eyes and I've been told my eyes are hypnotizing. I have a semi widish nose it's cultural I guess I have the perfect kiss lips and the perfect smile girls tell me that a lot. I am very good writer (says hundreds of people who read this romantic teenage lesbian love story I post online) I can write things that "Make your heart melt even if your the grumpiest person." says a lotta girls. I am not cocky so if you think this is cocky I'm reallly not trying to be trust me. I'm very caring and I LOVE to help people. I am really romantic and I've never cuddled or kissed a girl (i'm 100 percent sure i'm a lesbian so dont say you cant tell unless you've kissed a girl) I can hold really deep conversations with girls of any age. I'm protective in a good way. I will give a girl my heart if she gives me hers and is trustful. I love girls of all shapes, sizes, colors and personalities. I'm tomboyish like I'm no where near girly it's just who I am. I don't really like tomboyish girls but their personality is the MOST important. I'm kind of shy and get giggly around cute girls. I can make anybody laugh. I love laughing and I LOVE making any girl laugh. I love to watch movies and I can comfort a girl easily. I'm kind of fat but since i'm like 5 foot 7 i can pass as a lil bit over average. I'm not really into a lot of partying but I like to have fun and a lot of people say that I'm really fun. I am perverted I can't help it I make perverted jokes a lot but I know how to tone it down. I am patient trust me and I don't like to just rush into love. Oh and I'd NEVER cheat on a girl EVER. So would you date me? Like do you think I'm sweet enough to date?
moreResolved Question: Serious Question: Is it possible to use hypnosis on a person without putting them into a trance?
If you're an educated person and know a lot about hypnosis and know something about how a person can be hypnotized without putting them into a trance, then could you please tell me what you know?
Do you know about any really good books on this subject? If you do, then please tell me!eye: I'm not planning to actually do this to anyone, I'm just curious is all. I'm asking because brainwashing and mental programing is used by our media and our leaders even more than we realize!!
moreVoting Question: How is my non-fiction story?
The ending is a bit weak, I need heavy critiques and advice.
I’ve always been the girl with the story to tell. For every discussion I have a fact, an opinion, a word, or a truth to pull out of my pocket and place on my lips. Through my voice I am obstinate, powerful, and honest. I am not the timid child, hiding in the corner buried in a pile of books to avoid eye contact that my natural instincts made me. You see, I am not who everyone thinks I am. I am not as bold, not as fearless, not as indomitable as my friends believe. I am an introvert screaming at the top of her lungs, that she is otherwise. I refuse to be reduced to an emotion such as fear, shaking and voiceless. But my new characteristic obstinacy comes from a memory that I’ve regretted everyday, one of those small events that most wouldn’t even remember. It is that regret that has helped shape my voice.
I was twelve years old when I heard there was going to be a lecture on the Islamic culture held at our local church, and I begged my mother to go. I saw it as an opportunity to learn some truth, which had been evasive or mixed with anti Muslim rhetoric. Little did I know that this was no lecture. It was going to be spewing hatred, a manipulation of facts skewered upon broken truths by a charismatic man, who given his studies and his intellect had no reason for spreading a hatred that at that time in my life, I had deemed old worldly. Such talk was a thing of books, or back porches in some far away land on the opposite side of Texas. Not Galveston, which to me at the time was a metropolitan city. How foolish I was.
At first the speaker seemed charming, educated, intelligent, and charismatic. To my surprise he informed us he was Jewish. (I had expected a Muslim.) but that did not seem to matter. He had this gentle easy manner when he talked, holding an already captivated room hypnotized, I could not help but have confidence in him.
However, soon his words began to contrast sharply with the image of the man before me. I could not imagine how they fell from the lips of this sweet little old man, with his rounding beer belly, kind eyes, and receding hairline.
Facts itched in my pocket, begging to be taken out, imploring my lips to speak.
I could almost hear their individual voices
“Only 15% of the Muslim world is Arabic,” one would say, it’s words echoing in my mind, as if the rational of a statistic with a forgotten source would fix everything.
I wanted to scream as he cited various terror attacks as proof that Muslims were of the devil.
It went on for hours.
And I remained bitterly silent, turning my anger inward. The facts that swarmed in my mind turned to vague whispers, realizing that the instinctual introvert in my body was not to be moved. She was captivated by a fear that made me ignore the truths screaming in my body, wishing to be let out. Thus leaving me hauntingly silent, knowing that in some ways I was worse than the adults who surrounded me lost in the haze of their passion.
When the meeting dispersed, and the adults wandered through the fog of all that was said and felt trying to find their way back home, their minds swarming excitedly with new passions, new thoughts and permission to hold such ideas, I walked back to our car quickly with tears streaming down my cheeks. It was there I vowed never to be silent again, to defend anyone or people regardless of their presence or not, and to most importantly defend my own beliefs. It is a hollow bitter feeling to know that you have failed once in this respect, but I have never failed again. Now the truths swarming in my pocket are collected at the tip of my tongue, simply waiting for the day they will be in use once more. Because of this man, I try to never let hate spill from my lips into the world. I strive to keep an open mind, for fear of my logic becoming backwards, and I hope that I never allow my pocket of facts to be used to attack a person or a group of people. From his bias I have learned that an argument should be phrased constructively, and that the point of a lecture shouldn’t be to rile the emotions of an audience blindly, but to encourage thoughts, even if they differ widely from each other.
moreResolved Question: Does my 7 year old neice have ADHD or something else?
My neice is constantly hiper especially around people that don't already live in the house. She'll go crazy and strart talking like she's talking to a baby. No matter how much times that person has been over she reduces to a baby. She'll hang on their legs or jump on the couches and flip on the floor. When I tried to do her hair she literally started acting like someone with a mental disorder. I doubt she does it on purpose but it's annoying and embarrassing when i'm around my friends. She's done it for as long as I remember. Strarting at around age 3. The only way to calm her down is to put on T.V and it's like she's hypnotized! She can't here you unless you're literally yelling in her ears. Is this normal? She starts crying when she doesn't get her way, or when it's time to do her hair, or take a bath or when it's dinner time. What's wrong with her.
moreResolved Question: What does my dream mean? and How did I really feel the kiss?
I was at my house and then this guy and this girl were in my guest room with me. And the girl had an idea that she and the guy should have sex. But first I said to the guy "before you start can I kiss you" and he agreed and we kissed and it was really good then a giant monster came in and took my grandpa. Then after that the monster took the girl. And the guy was next so the monster hypnotized him and he started walking down the stairs but I didn't want to loose him so halfway down I said "come here I want to show you something" so he snapped out of hypnotizim and came back upstairs. After he came back up we kissed some more... The End
When me and the guy was kissing in the dream it felt so real like it was really happening...The guy in my dream lives in Australia and i live no where near there so...
How did i feel the kiss so real
ALSO
What does my dream mean?
(never met this person in person)
moreResolved Question: Problems with hypnotizing; putting people into a trance?
Whenever i hypnotize my friends, they don't seem to go into a deep enough trance and then they will "awaken" very easily and without me telling them to do so. For example i will make them go into a trance but if somebody sneezes or giggles they will wake up from this trance. How can i make them go into a deeper trance and stay in this trance until i "wake" them up? Also, i was wondering, how can i tell if they are actually under my control or just doing it because they want to please me? How can i make it where they actually do the commands that i tell them to do (ie act like a chicken, or be stuck in their chair.) The form of hypnotizing i preform is very basic and the person who is being hypnotized has agreed to let me do so. I really want to get good at this and i am confident i can if i can only work out a few of my problems. I will add a link below to show you what i do in order to put them into a trance.
The link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SI7lEfWqPkE
the video is about 5 minutes and i would love it if somebody would help me!!! If you could also add a website where i can learn good techniques for free i would absolutely love it!!!
Thanks so much!I want to hypnotize people for fun and i know the dangers of hypnotism and practice it safely
moreResolved Question: To what extent can a person be hypnotized?
I have seen stage performers hypnotize people (friends) and I have seen people who have been hypnotized to stop smoking, alcoholics to become sick after drinking even a drop of liquor/beer, and people who have hypnotic regression done to remember something that they have psychological block on, I have even experience road hypnosis while driving. But I consider that one extreme boredom mixed with exhaustion.
But really just how far can a person be hypnotized?
Is this something that is truly a "power" that some people have over others, or is it meanly people falling to the power of suggestion?
If it is a skill/technique that people have how do they learn to do it?
How far can a person be placed under hypnotic suggestion? Can you get someone to do something that is completely out of their nature; for instance, have an introverted person stand infront of a crowed room and moon everyone while whistling ode to joy. Or having a person who is afraid of birds to let a giant golden eagle to sit on the shoulder?
Does anyone have experience with hypnotism, either clinically (meaning a psychiatrist or other mental health professional hypnotized you) or through some other means. What was your experience did you feel like you wear really hypnotized, did you remember it, what was your experience?
Thank you for your answers, I am seriously curious about this so please give serious answers. Again thank you.
moreResolved Question: Two in One, You and Your Body, My Opinion (JUST A OPINION!)?
WARNING: Before you read the next paragraph, please note that this is just what I think about this topic and why I do. Please feel free to give comments on the subject. But please no negative comments because like I said before, this is just my opinion on it and some might agree with me and some might not and think I'm crazy but again this is just what I think on the topic.
Okay so I have been doing a lot of research on the human body and what it is capable of doing. Recently I have done some research on "Superhuman Strength" which led me to believe that we have two people in one body, you and your body. The reason I'm saying that is because of things like "Adrenaline Rush" where people are able to lift cars and other things they wouldn't be able to do if they actually tried to. After reading about that I started to think that maybe some things require people to do but then there are other things (very unlikely though) that you, as in consciousness, can't think of doing and will need your body to do for you. Such as having an adrenaline rush. Now we all know that usually, an average person can't do a lot of crazy things such as lift a car but as soon as they are in some sort of danger, they are able to without knowing. So my theory on that is when they are put into a situation like that, they become clueless and don't know what to do and they are frozen, but then their body take matters into their own hands and does solves the situation for them, then when the situation is solved, the body "shuts off" and lets the person take matters into their own hands again.
Another one I have is "Sleep Paralysis". I believe this one to be the most understandable because it explains a lot. Sleep Paralysis is when a person wakes up but their body hasn't and is paralyzed. Now I believe that when you go to sleep, you and your body go to sleep as a whole and wake up as a whole. But if you wake up and your body doesn't, then it's one way of proving how their can be two people in one body. Also, relating to sleep, you can still be asleep, but your body isn't, such as sleepwalking, sleep talking, etc... and I believe that to be another reason why I believe their are two people in one body.
There are many more that I can talk about to explain more about this such as hypnotizing someone, sleep deprivation, taking in too much nutrients at one, etc.. but I don't want to make this super long.
Now please hear me out, this was just my opinion and I know it sounds crazy but it's just what I've been thinking about for a while and just wanted to know if others agree or disagree.
PLEASE NO NEGATIVE COMMENTS!!I know some people might tell me that this is called unconsciousness, but I just think it's more than that.
moreResolved Question: Should I wait for the prices to come down on digital TVs?
I saw a digital TV on sale at CVS and decided to buy it, but now I am having second thoughts. This one is the size of a portable DVD player, and since I am a person who watches very little TV, I was hypnotized by the awesome picture quality. But that made me wonder if I shouldn't wait for the price to come down on a better model. I wonder how much is the cheapest one available. The one I saw was $99.
moreVoting Question: How's my story so far?
THIS IS COPYRIGHTED!!!!!!!!!!!! And for all of u who have read this before, i added on to it and changed a few things.
Remembering Jane
Prolouge
"What do you mean 'she wasn't here', people don't just disappear, I
spoke to her not fifteen minutes ago..."My mother wept.
chapter 1
They say that most children are abducted by a family member or a close
friend. I always thought they were wrong since most children I read
about had been stolen by some random person off the street.
I would watch the news with my dad and listen to a report on a missing
girl or boy. They looked so innocent in their picture and I worried
for them. I would pray for them and their family; hoping everything
would be alright. But you don't always get a happy ending. I never
thought something as terrible as
kidnapping could happen to me. My name is Jane and I was taken when I
was fifteen years old.
*********************************
9:00 a.m. 8 hours
It was a pleasant Sunday morning for April. The past few days had been
pouring non stop.
My mom would be watching CBS News Sunday Morning, sipping her coffee
with her nightgown on and wore one of my headbands. this was her
"relaxed" look.
Dad would always cook pancakes on Sunday. He flipped a circular cake
in the frying pan, having bubbles collect on the pancake's outer edge.
He was a family guy like most of his brothers were. Of course, there
is always that one person who sticks out of a family. Either someone
is doing drugs or is an alcholholic or is the most serious one out of
the most outgoing family.
"Your uncle Rick was paroled yesterday." My dad said chewing on pieces
of his pancakes."He's a good man now, Jane."
My uncle Rick was a strange man. He would waste his money on beer
instead of supporting his family. One time he got so drunk, he broke
into a jewlery store and passed out on the glass shelf with a broken
beer bottle in his hand.
Before he was an alcoholic, he was the sweetest man; alcoholic was the
last word you would think of. His dark brown eyes stood out against
his pale skin and they would hypnotize you in which you could never
say no to him. He was clean, always shaved, he didn't look like a
thirty-three year old man; more like a twenty year old. When I was six
years old, he would take me shopping at the local thrift shop. My
parents were at work most of the time until my little sister was born
the next year. I haven't seen my uncle since because I didn't need him
anymore and he was in jail.
2:00 4 hours
When my sister needed help with her homework, I usually helped her
since my mother was either cooking or cleaning and my father worked. I
would get frustrated with my sister at times when she could only think
of three words that rhymed with 'grow'. Kindergarten homework was
tough when working with a girl like her.
"Emma is only five." My mother would say.
"Have some patience." She would say.
When i finished my own homework, I was lucky to have a little free
time before supper. But then, my mother would make me stop watching
T.V. and have me make my father a margarita.
"No man complains about a strong drink." He told me when i put too
much tequila in his drink. " Only a wimp would complain."
5:38 45 minutes
After dinner, my mother told me to bring our dog, Charlie, outside in
the back because he had ate too much beef which would upset his stomach.
I didn't want to get off of the couch to let him out. However, the
only other decision my mother offered was to clean the kitchen, which
meant I would have to shake out the table cloth outside and have
crumbs fling into my eye. if only my dad and I weren't such messy
eaters. So I let my dog outside.
I went up to my room and sat in the chair next to my desk. I opened up
the left draw down and picked up a handful of play bills. I really
didn't understand the plays when I saw them; I was too young. my
mother brought me to see "Les Miserables", which she really wanted to
see and decided to bring me for some reason. Meanwhile, I was only
eight at the time.
After seeing so many plays, i wanted to be on broadway when i got
older. Though i was a terrible singer and we couldn't afford dance or
singing lessons, I didn't have my hopes down.
6:05 19 minutes
When my mother searched through the yard, she couldn't find Charlie.
"Charlie! Charlie!" Was all i could hear from her.
My dad came to my room and told me to go look for my dog. I didn't
think there was any point in looking for him. I mean, he's ran away
before and always came trotting back after five minutes; realizing
that there would be no one to feed him.
My mother then begged me to go look for him; making me feel guilty.
I grabbed Charlie's leash and headed out the door.
"Jane!" My mother called for me.
"Mrs. Jenkins just called, she says she has Charlie."
6:19 5 minutes
I nodded my head to my mother and was on my way.
I noticed a parked red car that looked exactly like my uncle rick's
old mustang from the eighties. I remember it because that was the car
he would take me shopping. with. Suddenly, a figure came out of it. It
was my uncle. He walked towards me and I was a little nervous
considering he had become a strange man. That's what he was to me now.
A stranger. He looked the same as the last time I saw him, but I
hardly knew him.
" My, look at how much you've grown."
he said.
"Would you like to go shopping, Jane?"
A sense of hollow uneasiness seeped into the bottom of my stomach. I
nodded up my chin and looked straight into his eyes, gathering my
courage. "No, thank you, uncle Rick." I feebly wished that my voice
hadn't given away what I really felt. If I was lucky, he wasn't
thinking what Ithought he did. If, I was lucky. I briefly flicked my
eyes to the left in search of an escape route. "Maybe some other time.
Right now, my dad would like to see you." I started inching away from
him, hoping I could disappear. I didn't realize at that time that I
would come to regret that wish.
He shifted. "But I wanted to see you, not your dad, Jane", he said in
a light conversational tone, as if he'd be commenting about the
weather. He discreetly took a step closer, but I had already decided
that I wasn't going to be fooled. I stepped back, not letting him get
any closer than he had been.
"I have to get my dog, uncle Rick." I responded. "Please go to my
house, my mom will warm up some left overs for you and you and my dad
can talk and have a drink, like old times."
"That's a nice gesture, sweetheart, but I wanted to spend some time
with you a little more. After all, i've been locked up for seven years."
A lump built up in my throat. I wasn't comfortable with what wasgoing
on.
"I told you I'd hang out with you some other time. I'm a little busy
right now." i started to walk off.
Out of nowhere, I was picked up and found myself kicking, but not
screaming. there was a hand covering my mouth and I soon found myself
in the back of a mustang. Sadly, no one had seen what he had just
done. Most people were on spring vacation or not paying attention from
their houses. Luckily for him, too, that we were at a dead end, next
to the woods, where only one or two houses could see us. But their
houses were on high ground and had evergreens directly in front of the
house. He came in the back with me and taped my mouth shut, my hands
together, and my feet together. The tape smelled of burned rubber and
tasted like glue. He saw this was a bad idea to use tape after I was
clearly able to rip of the tape from my mouth. I squirmed and I
screamed out for help but he put tape over my mouth again, tied my
hands and feet together with jumper cables, and threwme in the trunk.
I was so afraid. I thought of my family and what they would think. I
wondered how I would die if he killed me. Would he leave me in here
and abandon be in a forest or drive us into a lake? My worst fear I
had was that he was going to rape and kill me. My stomach was in
knots. Tears streamed down my cheeks.
He then drove away.
chapter 2
"Terrence?" My mother asked my father. "Is Jane home yet?"
"Didn't she come through the back door? That's usually where she comes
in after she gives Charlie a walk." My father responded.
My mother shook her head. She picked up the phone and dialed Mrs.
Jenkins's number.My father wasn't too worried about me. At first he thought I had
stopped to speak with a friend on the way since most of my friends
lived a pretty close distance from my house.
He then remembered my uncle.
He ran down into the basement which was where his office was. My dad
grabbed his phone and started calling my friends. All of them said
they had not seen me. He became worried and went out to ask the other
neighbors. They all gave the same answer my friends gave him.
"What do you mean 'she wasn't here', people don't just dissapear, I
spoke to her not fifteen minutes ago..." My mother wept.
My sister watched my mother cry; not knowing why she was doing so.
"Go play with your toys." My mother told her.
Emma walked towards my mother and gave her a kiss on the cheek and
hugged her arm, still not knowing why she was so upset.
******************I woke up in the back of the trunk; feeling ashamed that i had fell
asleep and had not tried hard enough to get anyone's attention.
The car was still in motion, I didn't know whether it was night or day
or if it was still the same day. Where are we going? I wondered. I
guess this is what it was like for a kidnapped child.
I could hear hear him singing along to Bon Jovi on the other side.
I struggled to undo the cables, but no avail. My face turned hot from
the struggle. The tape was making it hard for me to breathe and i
started to cry. I felt empty inside. Nothing was inside. I thought
this was the worst thing that could happen to me. To anyone.
I felt the vehicle suddenly stop for a minute, thinking it was just
another red light. I heard a car door slam and the trunk opened
itself. I pretended as if i were asleep so i would not have to see his
face. He lifted me from the trunk like a groom would pick up his
bride. He kissed me on the forehead and I flinched. He paused for amoment, then continued walking. I guess I had actually fell asleep
because I was now layed on a bed and I did not even remember walking
into a house or wherever I was. He unwrapped the cables from my limbs,
which were pretty tight considering they had cut of my circulation.
The pain of the blood slowly moving back made me whine.
"Why did you leave me, jane?" My uncle queried.
The tape was still around mouth, but either way I would refuse to
answer.
I heard a hard object being picked up. A fast swing with it hit
against cheek, making me yelp. I jumped off the bed, but he was too
quick for me. It was almost like he had done this before with other
women. It was just a feeling I had in my gut. He wrapped his arms
around me and dragged me down, still having his arms tight around me.
I was sweating and he was breathing heavy."I'm going to take good care of you." He whispered in my ear. Without
letting go of me, he reached for a pocket knife on a book shelf. He
tossed me back on the bed and he took his shirt off. He then cut my
clothes off and began raping me. I groaned, he moaned.
This will be our secret little game., sweetie." He whispered against
my cheek and kissed it.
I wept. He ripped off the tape and pressed his lips against mine. They
tasted of liquor and alcohol and were chapped.
After about ten minutes, he got off of me and slipped his shirt back on.
"You can sleep in this room tonight. I'll be in the guest room if you
want me." He walked out of the room and closed the door. I stood up
shaking, looking for a lock on the knob, but no luck. I would never
want him. He was creepy and sickening and he hurt me, both physically
and emotionally. I rested my body on the ground, not daring to put
myself on that bed again. I pulled down the covers and hugged my nude
body under them. I peeked outfrom under them and saw my torn up
clothes scattered all over the carpet. I wanted to die at that moment.
I did not want to have that nightmare with him all over again. I felt
violated
and trespassed. I cried myself to sleep that night, thinking that this
was only just the beginning.srry it's long. i should have said this in the beginning to just skim thru it.
btw should i make her 15 or 16?
moreVoting Question: I want to know every thing about hypnotic orgasm and it's secrets and facts.?
I really want to know everything about hypnotic orgasm [hypnosis that cause orgasm ] I want to know it's secrets and facts ,how it's done ,is it real or fake .is it totally natural , does it have side effects ,can it cause any harm to the hypnotized person, is hypnosis in general has something to do with magic. is any one have a real experience with Hypnotic orgasm and if any one tried hypnotic orgasm so how it is feel like .I also want to point this question to girls .how do you think about hypnotic orgasm ,do you think it is natural .do you feel comfortable about the idea of hypnotic orgasm .is it safe enough for a girl to try hypnotic orgasm.or it might be dangerous .do girls think that hypnotic orgasm is ethical enough to be done .aren't girls afraid of it .or afraid of being sexually abused by the one who is hypnotizing her when she is hypnotized .also what makes a girl try something like hypnotic orgasm.as I think natural ways are always better.
moreResolved Question: How's my novel so far?
Remembering Jane
Prolouge
"What do you mean 'she wasn't here', people don't just disappear, I
spoke to her not fifteen minutes ago..."My mother wept.
chapter 1
They say that most children are abducted by a family member or a close
friend. I always thought they were wrong since most children I read
about had been stolen by some random person off the street.
I would watch the news with my dad and listen to a report on a missing
girl or boy. They looked so innocent in their picture and I worried
for them. I would pray for them and their family; hoping everything
would be alright. But you don't always get a happy ending. I never
thought something as terrible as
kidnapping could happen to me.
My name is Jane, I'm a thirteen year old girl and this is my story of
when I was taken.
*********************************
9:00 a.m. 8 hours
It was a bright Sunday morning for April. The past few days had been
pouring non stop.
My mom would be watching CBS News Sunday Morning, sipping her coffee
with her nightgown on and wore one of my headbands. this was her
"relaxed" look.
Dad would always cook pancakes on Sunday. He was a family guy like
most of his brothers were. Of course, there is always that one person
who sticks out of a family. Either someone is doing drugs or is an
alcholholic or is the most serious one out of the most outgoing family.
"Your uncle Rick was paroled yesterday." My dad said chewing on pieces
of his pancakes."He's a good man now, Jane."
My uncle Rick was a strange man. He would waste his money on beer
instead of supporting his family. One time he got so drunk, he broke
into a jewlery store and passed out on the glass shelf with a broken
beer bottle in his hand.
Before he was an alcoholic, he was the sweetest man; alcoholic was the
last word you would think of. His pale blue eyes would hypnotize you
and you could never say no to him. He was clean, always shaved, he
didn't look like a thirty-three year old man; more like a twenty year
old. When I was six years old, he would take me shopping at the local
thrift shop. My parents were at work most of the time until my little
sister was born the next year. I haven't seen my uncle since because I
didn't need him anymore and he was in jail.
2:00 4 hours
When my sister needed help with her homework, I usually helped her
since my mother was either cooking or cleaning and my father worked. I
would get frustrated with my sister at times when she could only think
of three words that rhymed with 'grow'. Kindergarten homework was
tough when working with a girl like her.
"Emma is only five." My mother would say.
"Have some patience." She would say.
When i finished my own homework, I was lucky to have a little free
time before supper. But then, my mother would make me stop watching
T.V. and have me make my father a margarita.
"No man complains about a strong drink." He told me when i put too
much tequila in his drink. " Only a wimp would complain."
5:38 45 minutes
After dinner, my mother told me to bring our dog, Charlie, outside in
the back because he had ate too much beef which would upset his stomach.
I didn't want to get off of the couch to let him out. However, the
only other decision my mother offered was to clean the kitchen, which
meant I would have to shake out the table cloth outside and have
crumbs fling into my eye. if only my dad and I weren't such messy
eaters. So I let my dog outside.
I went up to my room and sat in the chair next to my desk. I opened up
the left draw down and picked up a handful of play bills. I really
didn't understand the plays when I saw them; I was too young. my
mother brought me to see "Les Miserables", which she really wanted to
see and decided to bring me for some reason. Meanwhile, I was only
eight at the time.
After seeing so many plays, i wanted to be on broadway when i got
older. Though i was a terrible singer and we couldn't afford dance or
singing lessons, I didn't have my hopes down.
6:05 19 minutes
When my mother searched through the yard, she couldn't find Charlie.
"Charlie! Charlie!" Was all i could hear from her.
My dad came to my room and told me to go look for my dog. I didn't
think there was any point in looking for him. I mean, he's ran away
before and always came trotting back after five minutes; realizing
that there would be no one to feed him.
My mother then begged me to go look for him; making me feel guilty.
I grabbed Charlie's leash and headed out the door.
"Jane!" My mother called for me.
"Mrs. Jenkins just called, she says she has Charlie."
6:19 5 minutes
I nodded my head to my mother and was on my way.
I noticed a parked red car that looked exactly like my uncle rick's
old mustang from the eighties. I remember it because that was the car
he would take me shopping. with. Suddenly, a figure came out of it. It
was my uncle. He walked towards me and I was a little nervous
considering he had become a strange man. That's what he was to me now.
A stranger. He looked the same as the last time I saw him, but I
hardly knew him.
" My, look at how much you've grown."
he said.
"Would you like to go shopping, Jane?"
A sense of hollow uneasiness seeped into the bottom of my stomach. I
nodded up my chin and looked straight into his eyes, gathering my
courage. "No, thank you, uncle Rick." I feebly wished that my voice
hadn't given away what I really felt. If I was lucky, he wasn't
thinking what I thought he did. If, I was lucky. I briefly flicked my
eyes to the left in search of an escape route. "Maybe some other time.
Right now, my dad would like to see you." I started inching away from
him, hoping Icould disappear. I didn't realize at that time that I
would come to regret that wish.
He shifted. "But I wanted to see you, not your dad, Jane", he said in
a light conversational tone, as if he'd be commenting about the
weather. He discreetly took a step closer, but I had already decided
that I wasn't going to be fooled. I stepped back, not letting him get
any closer than he had been.
"I have to get my dog, uncle Rick." I responded. "Please go to my
house, my mom will warm up some left overs for you and you and my dad
can talk and have a drink, like old times."
"That's a nice gesture, sweetheart, but I wanted to spend some time
with you a little more. After all, i've been locked up for seven years."
A lump built up in my throat. I wasn't comfortable with what was going
on.
"I told you I'd hang out with you some other time. I'm a little busy
right now." i started to walk off.
Out of nowhere, I was picked up and found myself kicking, but not
screaming. there was a hand covering my mouth and I soon found myself
in the back of a mustang. Sadly, no one had seen what he had just
done. Most people were on spring vacation or not paying attention from
their houses. Luckily for him, too, that we were at a dead end, next
to the woods, where only one or two houses could see us. But their
houses were on high ground and had evergreens directly in front of the
house. He came in the back with me and taped my mouth shut, my hands
together, and my feet together. The tape smelled of burned rubber and
tasted like glue. He saw this was a bad idea to use tape after I was
clearly able to rip of the tape from my mouth. I squirmed and I
screamed out for help but he put tape over my mouth again, tied my
hands and feet together with jumper cables, and threw me in the trunk.
I was so afraid. I thought of my family and what they would think. I
wondered how I would die if he killed me. Would he leave me in here
and abandon be in a forest or drive us into a lake? Myworst fear I
had was that he was going to rape and kill me. My stomach was in
knots. Tears streamed down my cheeks.
He then drove away.
chapter 2
"Terrence?" My mother asked my father. "Is Jane home yet?"
"Didn't she come through the back door? That's usually where she comes
in after she gives Charlie a walk." My father responded.
My mother shook her head. She picked up the phone and dialed Mrs.
Jenkins number.
My father wasn't too worried about me. At first he thought I had
stopped to speak with a friend on the way since most of my friends
lived a pretty close distance from my house.
He then remembered my uncle.
He ran down into the basement which was where his office was. My dad
grabbed his phone and started calling my friends. All of them said
they had not seen me. He became worried and went out to ask the other
neighbors. They all gave the same answer my friends gave him.
"What do you mean 'she wasn't here', people don't just dissapear, I
spoke to her not fifteenminutes ago..." My mother wept.
My sister watched my mother cry; not knowing why she was doing so.
"Go play with your toys." My mother told her.
Emma walked towards my mother and gave her a kiss on the cheek and
hugged her arm, still not knowing why she was so upset.
******************
I woke up in the back of the trunk; feeling ashamed that i had fell
asleep and had not tried hard enough to get anyone's attention.
The car was still in motion, I didn't know whether it was night or day
or if it was still the same day. Where are we going? I wondered. I
guess this is what it was like for a kidnapped child.
I could hear hear him singing along to Bon Jovi on the other side.
I struggled to undo the cables, but no avail. My face turned hot from
the struggle. The tape was making it hard for me to breathe and i
started to cry. i felt empty inside. nothing was inside. i thought
this was the worst thing that could happen to me. to anyone.
i felt the vehicle suddenly stop for a minute,thinking it was just
another red light. i heard a car door slam and the trunk opened
itself. i pretended as if i were asleep so i would not have to see his
face. he lifted me from the trunk like a groom would pick up his
bride. he kissed me on the forehead and i flinched. he paused for a
moment, then continued walking. i guess i had actually fell asleep
because i was now laid on a bed and i did not even remember walking
into a house or wherever i was. he unwrapped the cables from my
limbs, which were pretty tight considering they had cut of my
circulation. the pain of the blood slowly moving moving back made me
whine.
"Why did you leave me, jane?" My uncle queried.
the tape was still around mouth but either way i would refuse to answer.
i heard a hard object being picked up. a fast swing with it hit
against cheek making me yelp. i jumped off the bed but he was too
quick for me. it was almost like he had done this before with other
women. it was just a feeling i had in mygut. he wrapped his arms
around me and dragged me down still having his arm tight around me. i
was sweating and he was breathing heavy.
"I'm going to take good care of you." he whispered in my ear. without
letting go of me he reached for a pocket knife on a book shelf. he
tossed me back on the bed and he took his shirt off. he then cut my
clothes off and began raping me. i groaned, he moaned.
This will be our secret little game., sweetie." he whispered against
my cheek and kissed it.
i wept. he ripped off the tape and pressed his lips against mine.ik there r a lot of grammar mistakes. i will fix them so dont judge me on that. btw it doesnt become their game because well u just have to wait and read when i finish it. dont worry, no more sexual stuff in this. i promise. im trying to show what actually happens to a kidnapped child from what ive read on fbi websites of littles girls being raped.
moreResolved Question: How's this so far????
Remembering Jane
Prolouge
"What do you mean 'she wasn't here', people don't just disappear, I
spoke to her not fifteen minutes ago..."My mother wept.
chapter 1
They say that most children are abducted by a family member or a close
friend. I always thought they were wrong since most children I read
about had been stolen by some random person off the street.
I would watch the news with my dad and listen to a report on a missing
girl or boy. They looked so innocent in their picture and I worried
for them. I would pray for them and their family; hoping everything
would be alright. But you don't always get a happy ending. I never
thought something as terrible as
kidnapping could happen to me.
My name is Jane, I'm a thirteen year old girl and this is my story of
when I was taken.
*********************************
9:00 a.m. 8 hours
It was a bright Sunday morning for April. The past few days had been
pouring non stop.
My mom would be watching CBS News Sunday Morning, sipping her coffee
with her nightgown on and wore one of my headbands. this was her
"relaxed" look.
Dad would always cook pancakes on Sunday. He was a family guy like
most of his brothers were. Of course, there is always that one person
who sticks out of a family. Either someone is doing drugs or is an
alcholholic or is the most serious one out of the most outgoing family.
"Your uncle Rick was paroled yesterday." My dad said chewing on pieces
of his pancakes."He's a good man now, Jane."
My uncle Rick was a strange man. He would waste his money on beer
instead of supporting his family. One time he got so drunk, he broke
into a jewlery store and passed out on the glass shelf with a broken
beer bottle in his hand.
Before he was an alcoholic, he was the sweetest man; alcoholic was the
last word you would think of. His pale blue eyes would hypnotize you
and you could never say no to him. He was clean, always shaved, he
didn't look like a thirty-three year old man; more like a twenty year
old. When I was six years old, he would take me shopping at the local
thrift shop. My parents were at work most of the time until my little
sister was born the next year. I haven't seen my uncle since because I
didn't need him anymore and he was in jail.
2:00 4 hours
When my sister needed help with her homework, I usually helped her
since my mother was either cooking or cleaning and my father worked. I
would get frustrated with my sister at times when she could only think
of three words that rhymed with 'grow'. Kindergarten homework was
tough when working with a girl like her.
"Emma is only five." My mother would say.
"Have some patience." She would say.
When i finished my own homework, I was lucky to have a little free
time before supper. But then, my mother would make me stop watching
T.V. and have me make my father a margarita.
"No man complains about a strong drink." He told me when i put too
much tequila in his drink. " Only a wimp would complain."
5:38 45 minutes
After dinner, my mother told me to bring our dog, Charlie, outside in
the back because he had ate too much beef which would upset his stomach.
I didn't want to get off of the couch to let him out. However, the
only other decision my mother offered was to clean the kitchen, which
meant I would have to shake out the table cloth outside and have
crumbs fling into my eye. if only my dad and I weren't such messy
eaters. So I let my dog outside.
I went up to my room and sat in the chair next to my desk. I opened up
the left draw down and picked up a handful of play bills. I really
didn't understand the plays when I saw them; I was too young. my
mother brought me to see "Les Miserables", which she really wanted to
see and decided to bring me for some reason. Meanwhile, I was only
eight at the time.
After seeing so many plays, i wanted to be on broadway when i got
older. Though i was a terrible singer and we couldn't afford dance or
singing lessons, I didn't have my hopes down.
6:05 19 minutes
When my mother searched through the yard, she couldn't find Charlie.
"Charlie! Charlie!" Was all i could hear from her.
My dad came to my room and told me to go look for my dog. I didn't
think there was any point in looking for him. I mean, he's ran away
before and always came trotting back after five minutes; realizing
that there would be no one to feed him.
My mother then begged me to go look for him; making me feel guilty.
I grabbed Charlie's leash and headed out the door.
"Jane!" My mother called for me.
"Mrs. Jenkins just called, she says she has Charlie."
6:19 5 minutes
I nodded my head to my mother and was on my way.
I noticed a parked red car that looked exactly like my uncle rick's
old mustang from the eighties. I remember it because that was the car
he would take me shopping. with. Suddenly, a figure came out of it. It
was my uncle. He walked towards me and I was a little nervous
considering he had become a strange man. That's what he was to me now.
A stranger. He looked the same as the last time I saw him, but I
hardly knew him.
" My, look at how much you've grown."
he said.
"Would you like to go shopping, Jane?"
A sense of hollow uneasiness seeped into the bottom of my stomach. I
nodded up my chin and looked straight into his eyes, gathering my
courage. "No, thank you, uncle Rick." I feebly wished that my voice
hadn't given away what I really felt. If I was lucky, he wasn't
thinking what I thought he did. If, I was lucky. I briefly flicked my
eyes to the left in search of an escape route. "Maybe some other time.
Right now, my dad would like to see you." I started inching away from
him, hoping I coulddisappear. I didn't realize at that time that I
would come to regret that wish.
He shifted. "But I wanted to see you, not your dad, Jane", he said in
a light conversational tone, as if he'd be commenting about the
weather. He discreetly took a step closer, but I had already decided
that I wasn't going to be fooled. I stepped back, not letting him get
any closer than he had been.
"I have to get my dog, uncle Rick." I responded. "Please go to my
house, my mom will warm up some left overs for you and you and my dad
can talk and have a drink, like old times."
"That's a nice gesture, sweetheart, but I wanted to spend some time
with you a little more. After all, i've been locked up for seven years."
A lump built up in my throat. I wasn't comfortable with what was going
on.
"I told you I'd hang out with you some other time. I'm a little busy
right now." i started to walk off.
Out of nowhere, I was picked up and found myself kicking, but not
screaming. there was a hand covering mymy mouth and I soon found myself
in the back of a mustang. Sadly, no one had seen what he had just
done. Most people were on spring vacation or not paying attention from
their houses. Luckily for him, too, that we were at a dead end, next
to the woods, where only one or two houses could see us. But their
houses were on high ground and had evergreens directly in front of the
house. He came in the back with me and taped my mouth shut, my hands
together, and my feet together. The tape smelled of burned rubber and
tasted like glue. He saw this was a bad idea to use tape after I was
clearly able to rip of the tape from my mouth. I squirmed and I
screamed out for help but he put tape over my mouth again, tied my
hands and feet together with jumper cables, and threw me in the trunk.
I was so afraid. I thought of my family and what they would think. I
wondered how I would die if he killed me. Would he leave me in here
and abandon be in a forest or drive us into a lake? My worstfear I
had was that he was going to rape and kill me. My stomach was in
knots. Tears streamed down my cheeks.
He then drove away.
chapter 2
"Terrence?" My mother asked my father. "Is Jane home yet?"
"Didn't she come through the back door? That's usually where she comes
in after she gives Charlie a walk." My father responded.
My mother shook her head. She picked up the phone and dialed Mrs.
Jenkins number.
My father wasn't too worried about me. At first he thought I had
stopped to speak with a friend on the way since most of my friends
lived a pretty close distance from my house.
He then remembered my uncle.
He ran down into the basement which was where his office was. My dad
grabbed his phone and started calling my friends. All of them said
they had not seen me. He became worried and went out to ask the other
neighbors. They all gave the same answer my friends gave him.
"What do you mean 'she wasn't here', people don't just dissapear, I
spoke to her not fifteen minutes ago..." My mother wept.
My sister watched my mother cry; not knowing why she was doing so.
"Go play with your toys." My mother told her.
Emma walked towards my mother and gave her a kiss on the cheek and
hugged her arm, still not knowing why she was so upset.
******************
I woke up in the back of the trunk; feeling ashamed that i had fell
asleep and had not tried hard enough to get anyone's attention.
The car was still in motion, I didn't know whether it was night or day
or if it was still the same day. Where are we going? I wondered. I
guess this is what it was like for a kidnapped child.
I could hear hear him singing along to Bon Jovi on the other side.What do u think will happen next? im 12 btw. doesnt make a difference but screw it.
moreResolved Question: how's my story so far?
Remembering Jane
Prolouge
"What do you mean 'she wasn't here', people don't just disappear, I
spoke to her not fifteen minutes ago..."My mother wept.
chapter 1
They say that most children are abducted by a family member or a close
friend. I always thought they were wrong since most children I read
about had been stolen by some random person off the street.
I would watch the news with my dad and listen to a report on a missing
girl or boy. They looked so innocent in their picture and I worried
for them. I would pray for them and their family; hoping everything
would be alright. But you don't always get a happy ending. I never
thought something as terrible as
kidnapping could happen to me.
My name is Jane, I'm a thirteen year old girl and this is my story of
when I was taken.
*********************************
9:00 a.m. 8 hours
It was a bright Sunday morning for April. The past few days had been
pouring non stop.
My mom would be watching CBS News Sunday Morning, sipping her coffee
with her nightgown on and wore one of my headbands. this was her
"relaxed" look.
Dad would always cook pancakes on Sunday. He was a family guy like
most of his brothers were. Of course, there is always that one person
who sticks out of a family. Either someone is doing drugs or is an
alcholholic or is the most serious one out of the most outgoing family.
"Your uncle Rick was paroled yesterday." My dad said chewing on pieces
of his pancakes."He's a good man now, Jane."
My uncle Rick was a strange man. He would waste his money on beer
instead of supporting his family. One time he got so drunk, he broke
into a jewlery store and passed out on the glass shelf with a broken
beer bottle in his hand.
Before he was an alcoholic, he was the sweetest man; alcoholic was the
last word you would think of. His pale blue eyes would hypnotize you
and you could never say no to him. He was clean, always shaved, he
didn't look like a thirty-three year old man; more like a twenty year
old. When I was six years old, he would take me shopping at the local
thrift shop. My parents were at work most of the time until my little
sister was born the next year. I haven't seen my uncle since because I
didn't need him anymore and he was in jail.
2:00 4 hours
When my sister needed help with her homework, I usually helped her
since my mother was either cooking or cleaning and my father worked. I
would get frustrated with my sister at times when she could only think
of three words that rhymed with 'grow'. Kindergarten homework was
tough when working with a girl like her.
"Emma is only five." My mother would say.
"Have some patience." She would say.
When i finished my own homework, I was lucky to have a little free
time before supper. But then, my mother would make me stop watching
T.V. and have me make my father a margarita.
"No man complains about a strong drink." He told me when i put too
much tequila in his drink. " Only a wimp would complain."
5:38 45 minutes
After dinner, my mother told me to bring our dog, Charlie, outside in
the back because he had ate too much beef which would upset his stomach.
I didn't want to get off of the couch to let him out. However, the
only other decision my mother offered was to clean the kitchen, which
meant I would have to shake out the table cloth outside and have
crumbs fling into my eye. if only my dad and I weren't such messy
eaters. So I let my dog outside.
I went up to my room and sat in the chair next to my desk. I opened up
the left draw down and picked up a handful of play bills. I really
didn't understand the plays when I saw them; I was too young. my
mother brought me to see "Les Miserables", which she really wanted to
see and decided to bring me for some reason. Meanwhile, I was only
eight at the time.
After seeing so many plays, i wanted to be on broadway when i got
older. Though i was a terrible singer and we couldn't afford dance or
singing lessons, I didn't have my hopes down.
6:05 19 minutes
When my mother searched through the yard, she couldn't find Charlie.
"Charlie! Charlie!" Was all i could hear from her.
My dad came to my room and told me to go look for my dog. I didn't
think there was any point in looking for him. I mean, he's ran away
before and always came trotting back after five minutes; realizing
that there would be no one to feed him.
My mother then begged me to go look for him; making me feel guilty.
I grabbed Charlie's leash and headed out the door.
"Jane!" My mother called for me.
"Mrs. Jenkins just called, she says she has Charlie."
6:19 5 minutes
I nodded my head to my mother and was on my way.
I noticed a parked red car that looked exactly like my uncle rick's
old mustang from the eighties. I remember it because that was the car
he would take me shopping. with. Suddenly, a figure came out of it. It
was my uncle. He walked towards me and I was a little nervous
considering he had become a strange man. That's what he was to me now.
A stranger. He looked the same as the last time I saw him, but I
hardly knew him.
" My, look at how much you've grown."
he said.
"Would you like to go shopping, Jane?"
A sense of hollow uneasiness seeped into the bottom of my stomach. I
nodded up my chin and looked straight into his eyes, gathering my
courage. "No, thank you, uncle Rick." I feebly wished that my voice
hadn't given away what I really felt. If I was lucky, he wasn't
thinking what I thought he did. If, I was lucky. I briefly flicked my
eyes to the left in search of an escape route. "Maybe some other time.
Right now, my dad would like to see you." I started inching away from
him, hoping I coulddisappear. I didn't realize at that time that I
would come to regret that wish.
He shifted. "But I wanted to see you, not your dad, Jane", he said in
a light conversational tone, as if he'd be commenting about the
weather. He discreetly took a step closer, but I had already decided
that I wasn't going to be fooled. I stepped back, not letting him get
any closer than he had been.
"I have to get my dog, uncle Rick." I responded. "Please go to my
house, my mom will warm up some left overs for you and you and my dad
can talk and have a drink, like old times."
"That's a nice gesture, sweetheart, but I wanted to spend some time
with you a little more. After all, i've been locked up for seven years."
A lump built up in my throat. I wasn't comfortable with what was going
on.
"I told you I'd hang out with you some other time. I'm a little busy
right now." i started to walk off.
Out of nowhere, I was picked up and found myself kicking, but not
screaming. there was a hand covering mymy mouth and I soon found myself
in the back of a mustang. Sadly, no one had seen what he had just
done. Most people were on spring vacation or not paying attention from
their houses. Luckily for him, too, that we were at a dead end, next
to the woods, where only one or two houses could see us. But their
houses were on high ground and had evergreens directly in front of the
house. He came in the back with me and taped my mouth shut, my hands
together, and my feet together. The tape smelled of burned rubber and
tasted like glue. He saw this was a bad idea to use tape after I was
clearly able to rip of the tape from my mouth. I squirmed and I
screamed out for help but he put tape over my mouth again, tied my
hands and feet together with jumper cables, and threw me in the trunk.
I was so afraid. I thought of my family and what they would think. I
wondered how I would die if he killed me. Would he leave me in here
and abandon be in a forest or drive us into a lake? My worstI
had was that he was going to rape and kill me. My stomach was in
knots. Tears streamed down my cheeks.
He then drove away.
chapter 2
"Terrence?" My mother asked my father. "Is Jane home yet?"
"Didn't she come through the back door? That's usually where she comes
in after she gives Charlie a walk." My father responded.
My mother shook her head. She picked up the phone and dialed Mrs.
Jenkins number.
My father wasn't too worried about me. At first he thought I had
stopped to speak with a friend on the way since most of my friends
lived a pretty close distance from my house.
He then remembered my uncle.
He ran down into the basement which was where his office was. My dad
grabbed his phone and started calling my friends. All of them said
they had not seen me. He became worried and went out to ask the other
neighbors. They all gave the same answer my friends gave him.
"What do you mean 'she wasn't here', people don't just dissapear, I
spoke to her not fifteen minutes ago..." My mother wept.
My sister watched my mother cry; not knowing why she was doing so.
"Go play with your toys." My mother told her.
Emma walked towards my mother and gave her a kiss on the cheek and
hugged her arm, still not knowing why she was so upset.
******************
I woke up in the back of the trunk; feeling ashamed that i had fell
asleep and had not tried hard enough to get anyone's attention.
The car was still in motion, I didn't know whether it was night or day
or if it was still the same day. Where are we going? I wondered. I
guess this is what it was like for a kidnapped child.
I could hear hear him singing along to Bon Jovi on the other side.im 12 btw. ik it doesnt change anything but wat r u gonna do. what do u think will happen next?
moreResolved Question: HOW'S THIS SO FAR????????????
i only used caps because i wanted to get peoples attention. ik its long so u can just skim it.
if u want.
Remembering Jane
Prolouge
"What do you mean 'she wasn't here', people don't just disappear, I
spoke to her not fifteen minutes ago..."My mother wept.
chapter 1
They say that most children are abducted by a family member or a close
friend. I always thought they were wrong since most children I read
about had been stolen by some random person off the street.
I would watch the news with my dad and listen to a report on a missing
girl or boy. They looked so innocent in their picture and I worried
for them. I would pray for them and their family; hoping everything
would be alright. But you don't always get a happy ending. I never
thought something as terrible as
kidnapping could happen to me.
My name is Jane, I'm a thirteen year old girl and this is my story of
when I was taken.
*********************************
9:00 a.m. 8 hours
It was a bright Sunday morning for April. The past few days had been
pouring non stop.
My mom would be watching CBS News Sunday Morning, sipping her coffee
with her nightgown on and wore one of my headbands. this was her
"relaxed" look.
Dad would always cook pancakes on Sunday. He was a family guy like
most of his brothers were. Of course, there is always that one person
who sticks out of a family. Either someone is doing drugs or is an
alcholholic or is the most serious one out of the most outgoing family.
"Your uncle Rick was paroled yesterday." My dad said chewing on pieces
of his pancakes."He's a good man now, Jane."
My uncle Rick was a strange man. He would waste his money on beer
instead of supporting his family. One time he got so drunk, he broke
into a jewlery store and passed out on the glass shelf with a broken
beer bottle in his hand.
Before he was an alcoholic, he was the sweetest man; alcoholic was the
last word you would think of. His pale blue eyes would hypnotize you
and you could never say no to him. He was clean, always shaved, he
didn't look like a thirty-three year old man; more like a twenty year
old. When I was six years old, he would take me shopping at the local
thrift shop. My parents were at work most of the time until my little
sister was born the next year. I haven't seen my uncle since because I
didn't need him anymore and he was in jail.
2:00 4 hours
When my sister needed help with her homework, I usually helped her
since my mother was either cooking or cleaning and my father worked. I
would get frustrated with my sister at times when she could only think
of three words that rhymed with 'grow'. Kindergarten homework was
tough when working with a girl like her.
"Emma is only five." My mother would say.
"Have some patience." She would say.
When i finished my own homework, I was lucky to have a little free
time before supper. But then, my mother would make me stop watching
T.V. and have me make my father a margarita.
"No man complains about a strong drink." He told me when i put too
much tequila in his drink. " Only a wimp would complain."
5:38 45 minutes
After dinner, my mother told me to bring our dog, Charlie, outside in
the back because he had ate too much beef which would upset his stomach.
I didn't want to get off of the couch to let him out. However, the
only other decision my mother offered was to clean the kitchen, which
meant I would have to shake out the table cloth outside and have
crumbs fling into my eye. if only my dad and I weren't such messy
eaters. So I let my dog outside.
I went up to my room and sat in the chair next to my desk. I opened up
the left draw down and picked up a handful of play bills. I really
didn't understand the plays when I saw them; I was too young. my
mother brought me to see "Les Miserables", which she really wanted to
see and decided to bring me for some reason. Meanwhile, I was only
eight at the time.
After seeing so many plays, i wanted to be on broadway when i got
older. Though i was a terrible singer and we couldn't afford dance or
singing lessons, I didn't have my hopes down.
6:05 19 minutes
When my mother searched through the yard, she couldn't find Charlie.
"Charlie! Charlie!" Was all i could hear from her.
My dad came to my room and told me to go look for my dog. I didn't
think there was any point in looking for him. I mean, he's ran away
before and always came trotting back after five minutes; realizing
that there would be no one to feed him.
My mother then begged me to go look for him; making me feel guilty.
I grabbed Charlie's leash and headed out the door.
"Jane!" My mother called for me.
"Mrs. Jenkins just called, she says she has Charlie.6:19 5 minutes
I nodded my head to my mother and was on my way.
I noticed a parked red car that looked exactly like my uncle rick's
old mustang from the eighties. I remember it because that was the car
he would take me shopping. with. Suddenly, a figure came out of it. It
was my uncle. He walked towards me and I was a little nervous
considering he had become a strange man. That's what he was to me now.
A stranger. He looked the same as the last time I saw him, but I
hardly knew him.
" My, look at how much you've grown."
he said.
"Would you like to go shopping, Jane?"
A sense of hollow uneasiness seeped into the bottom of my stomach. I
nodded up my chin and looked straight into his eyes, gathering my
courage. "No, thank you, uncle Rick." I feebly wished that my voice
hadn't given away what I really felt. If I was lucky, he wasn't
thinking what I thought he did. If, I was lucky. I briefly flicked my
eyes to the left in search of an escape route. "Maybe some other time.Right now, my dad would like to see you." I started inching away from
him, hoping I could disappear. I didn't realize at that time that I
would come to regret that wish.
He shifted. "But I wanted to see you, not your dad, Jane", he said in
a light conversational tone, as if he'd be commenting about the
weather. He discreetly took a step closer, but I had already decided
that I wasn't going to be fooled. I stepped back, not letting him get
any closer than he had been.
"I have to get my dog, uncle Rick." I responded. "Please go to my
house, my mom will warm up some left overs for you and you and my dad
can talk and have a drink, like old times."
"That's a nice gesture, sweetheart, but I wanted to spend some time
with you a little more. After all, i've been locked up for seven years."
A lump built up in my throat. I wasn't comfortable with what was going
on.
"I told you I'd hang out with you some other time. I'm a little busy
right now." i started to walk off.
Out of nowhere,I was picked up and found myself kicking, but not
screaming. there was a hand covering my mouth and I soon found myself
in the back of a mustang. Sadly, no one had seen what he had just
done. Most people were on spring vacation or not paying attention from
their houses. Luckily for him, too, that we were at a dead end, next
to the woods, where only one or two houses could see us. But their
houses were on high ground and had evergreens directly in front of the
house. He came in the back with me and taped my mouth shut, my hands
together, and my feet together. The tape smelled of burned rubber and
tasted like glue. He saw this was a bad idea to use tape after I was
clearly able to rip of the tape from my mouth. I squirmed and I
screamed out for help but he put tape over my mouth again, tied my
hands and feet together with jumper cables, and threw me in the trunk.
I was so afraid. I thought of my family and what they would think. I
wondered how I would die if he killed me.Would he leave me in here
and abandon be in a forest or drive us into a lake? My worst fear I
had was that he was going to rape and kill me. My stomach was in
knots. Tears streamed down my cheeks.
He then drove away.
chapter 2
"Terrence?" My mother asked my father. "Is Jane home yet?"
"Didn't she come through the back door? That's usually where she comes
in after she gives Charlie a walk." My father responded.
My mother shook her head. She picked up the phone and dialed Mrs.
Jenkins number.
My father wasn't too worried about me. At first he thought I had
stopped to speak with a friend on the way since most of my friends
lived a pretty close distance from my house.
He then remembered my uncle.
He ran down into the basement which was where his office was. My dad
grabbed his phone and started calling my friends. All of them said
they had not seen me. He became worried and went out to ask the other
neighbors. They all gave the same answer my friends gave him."What do you mean 'she wasn't here', people don't just dissapear, I
spoke to her not fifteen minutes ago..." My mother wept.
My sister watched my mother cry; not knowing why she was doing so.
"Go play with your toys." My mother told her.
Emma walked towards my mother and gave her a kiss on the cheek and
hugged her arm, still not knowing why she was so upset.
******************
I woke up in the back of the trunk; feeling ashamed that i had fell
asleep and had not tried hard enough to get anyone's attention.
The car was still in motion, I didn't know whether it was night or day
or if it was still the same day. Where are we going? I wondered. I
guess this is what it was like for a kidnapped child.
I could hear hear him singing along to Bon Jovi on the other side.im 12 (shhhhh) btw. ik it doesnt change anything but i just hope u like my writing so far. what do u think will happen next?
moreVoting Question: Guys I need your help figuring out this guy.?
I'm in high school and there is this boy lets call him Neal. He used to mess with my mind like flirt with me a couple of years ago when i was in 7th and when he was in 8th grade. Now he is a senior and he found out what he was doing and he knew how angry i got. Two years ago, i would walk away from him and avoid him whenever he got near me. Now he just stares at me and gets all weird around me. My friends even point out when he's staring at me while im not looking. Every time get gets close to me, he moves his body in slow motions and i can feel this seductive vibe from him. He also is really interested in my other friends even if they are guys. Not in a sexual way etc. He is also easily impressed with anything i do. I guess he just loves to stare at me and be right next to me. Sometimes he can't help but smile. IT's like he is in a trance or as if he were hypnotized. However, i don't know him and i don't really believe that he likes me because of what he did and because i don't im his type. He knew that i used to like him and im not that bad looking of a person i think im pretty decent.
something tells me that he doesn't like me though.
Maybe he is just acting that way to piss me off.
moreResolved Question: How's this for a start? At least 5 comments plz!?
ik its long so u can just skim thru it and tell me wat u think. read on until it ends with "I could hear him singing along to Bon jovi." btw how would u like me to continue. give me some ideas and maybe i can work around them. this is my entire first chapter and a little of my second because im still working on it. im 13 too and i hope u like my writing.
Remembering Jane
Prolouge
"What do you mean 'she wasn't here', people don't just disappear, I
spoke to her not fifteen minutes ago..."My mother wept.
chapter 1
They say that most children are abducted by a family member or a close
friend. I always thought they were wrong since most children I read
about had been stolen by some random person off the street.
I would watch the news with my dad and listen to a report on a missing
girl or boy. They looked so innocent in their picture and I worried
for them. I would pray for them and their family; hoping everything
would be alright. But you don't always get a happy ending. I never
thought something as terrible as
kidnapping could happen to me.
My name is Jane, I'm a thirteen year old girl and this is my story of
when I was taken.
*********************************
9:00 a.m. 8 hours
It was a bright Sunday morning for April. The past few days had been
pouring non stop.
My mom would be watching CBS News Sunday Morning, sipping her coffee
with her nightgown on and wore one of my headbands. this was her
"relaxed" look.
Dad would always cook pancakes on Sunday. He was a family guy like
most of his brothers were. Of course, there is always that one person
who sticks out of a family. Either someone is doing drugs or is an
alcholholic or is the most serious one out of the most outgoing family.
"Your uncle Rick was paroled yesterday." My dad said chewing on pieces
of his pancakes."He's a good man now, Jane."
My uncle Rick was a strange man. He would waste his money on beer
instead of supporting his family. One time he got so drunk, he broke
into a jewlery store and passed out on the glass shelf with a broken
beer bottle in his hand.
Before he was an alcoholic, he was the sweetest man; alcoholic was the
last word you would think of. His pale blue eyes would hypnotize you
and you could never say no to him. He was clean, always shaved, he
didn't look like a thirty-three year old man; more like a twenty year
old. When I was six years old, he would take me shopping at the local
thrift shop. My parents were at work most of the time until my little
sister was born the next year. I haven't seen my uncle since because I
didn't need him anymore and he was in jail.
2:00 4 hours
When my sister needed help with her homework, I usually helped her
since my mother was either cooking or cleaning and my father worked. I
would get frustrated with my sister at times when she could only think
of three words that rhymed with 'grow'. Kindergarten homework was
tough when working with a girl like her.
"Emma is only five." My mother would say.
"Have some patience." She would say.
When i finished my own homework, I was lucky to have a little free
time before supper. But then, my mother would make me stop watching
T.V. and have me make my father a margarita.
"No man complains about a strong drink." He told me when i put too
much tequila in his drink. " Only a wimp would complain."
5:38 45 minutes
After dinner, my mother told me to bring our dog, Charlie, outside in
the back because he had ate too much beef which would upset his stomach.
I didn't want to get off of the couch to let him out. However, the
only other decision my mother offered was to clean the kitchen, which
meant I would have to shake out the table cloth outside and have
crumbs fling into my eye. if only my dad and I weren't such messy
eaters. So I let my dog outside.
I went up to my room and sat in the chair next to my desk. I opened up
the left draw down and picked up a handful of play bills. I really
didn't understand the plays when I saw them; I was too young. my
mother brought me to see "Les Miserables", which she really wanted to
see and decided to bring me for some reason. Meanwhile, I was only
eight at the time.
After seeing so many plays, i wanted to be on broadway when i got
older. Though i was a terrible singer and we couldn't afford dance or
singing lessons, I didn't have my hopes down.
6:05 19 minutes
When my mother searched through the yard, she couldn't find Charlie.
"Charlie! Charlie!" Was all i could hear from her.
My dad came to my room and told me to go look for my dog. I didn't
think there was any point in looking for him. I mean, he's ran away
before and always came trotting back after five minutes; realizing
that there would be no one to feed him.
My mother then begged me to go look for him; making me feel guilty.
I grabbed Charlie's leash and headed out the door.
"Jane!" My mother called for me.
"Mrs. Jenkins just called, she says she has Charlie."
6:19 5 minutes
I nodded my head to my mother and was on my way.
I noticed a parked red car that looked exactly like my uncle rick's
old mustang from the eighties. I remember it because that was the car
he would take me shopping. with. Suddenly, a figure came out of it. It
was my uncle. He walked towards me and I was a little nervous
considering he had become a strange man. That's what he was to me now.
A stranger. He looked the same as the last time I saw him, but I
hardly knew him.
" My, look at how much you've grown."
he said.
"Would you like to go shopping, Jane?"
"No, thank you, uncle Rick." I said.
"Maybe some other time. Right now, my dad would like to see you." I
tried starting to walk backwards slowly.
"But i wanted to see, not your dad, Jane." He said taking another
step closer.
"I have to get my dog, uncle Rick." I responded. "Please go to my
house, my mom will warm up some left overs for you and you and my dad
can talk and have a drink, like old times."
"That's a nice gesture, sweetheart, but I wanted to spend some time
with you a little more. After all, i've been locked up for seven years."
A lump built up in my throat. I wasn't comfortable with what was going
on.
"I told you I'd hang out with you some other time. I'm a little busy
right now." i started to walk off.
Out of nowhere, I was picked up and found myself kicking, but not
screaming. there was a hand covering my mouth and I soon found myself
in the back of a mustang. Sadly, no one had seen what he had just
done. Most people were on spring vacation or not paying attention from
their houses. Luckily for him, too, that we were at a dead end, next
to the woods, where only one or two houses could see us. But their
houses were onhigh ground and had evergreens directly in front of the
house. He came in the back with me and taped my mouth shut, my hands
together, and my feet together. The tape smelled of burned rubber and
tasted like glue. i would know since my sister once nearly shoved a
glue stick in my mouth while doing arts and crafts.He saw this was a
bad idea to use tape after I was clearly able to rip of the tape from
my mouth. I squirmed and I screamed out for help but he put tape over
my mouth again, tied my hands and feet together with jumper cables,
and threw me in the trunk. I was so afraid. I thought of my family and
what they would think. I wondered how I would die if he killed me.
Would he leave me in here and abandon be in a forest or drive us into
a lake? My worst fear I had was that he was going to rape and kill me.
My stomach was in knots. Tears streamed down my cheeks.
He then drove away.
chapter 2
"Terrence?" My mother asked my father. "Is Jane home yet?"
"Didn't she comethe back door? That's usually where she comes
in after she gives Charlie a walk." My father responded.
My mother shook her head. She picked up the phone and dialed Mrs.
Jenkins number.
My father wasn't too worried about me. At first he thought I had
stopped to speak with a friend on the way since most of my friends
lived a pretty close distance from my house.
He then remembered my uncle.
He ran down into the basement which was where his office was. My dad
grabbed his phone and started calling my friends. All of them said
they had not seen me. He became worried and went out to ask the other
neighbors. They all gave the same answer my friends gave him.
"What do you mean 'she wasn't here', people don't just dissapear, I
spoke to her not fifteen minutes ago..." My mother wept.
My sister watched my mother cry; not knowing why she was doing so.
"Go play with your toys." My mother told her.
Emma walked towards my mother and gave her a kiss on the cheek and
hugged her arm,still not knowing why she was so upset.
******************
I woke up in the back of the trunk; feeling ashamed that i had fell
asleep and had not tried hard enough to get anyone's attention.
The car was still in motion, I didn't know whether it was night or day
or if it was still the same day. Where are we going? I wondered. I
guess this is what it was like for a kidnapped child.
I could hear hear him singing along to Bon Jovi.
moreResolved Question: How's this for a start?
this is my entire first chapter and then i start my chapter 2 but its only a little bit cause im still working on it. read on until it says "He was singing along to Bon jovi." u can skim thru it cause its kind of long but im just posting both because i feel like it.
Remembering Jane
Prolouge
"What do you mean 'she wasn't here', people don't just disappear, I
spoke to her not fifteen minutes ago..."My mother wept.
chapter 1
They say that most children are abducted by a family member or a close
friend. I always thought they were wrong since most children I read
about had been stolen by some random person off the street.
I would watch the news with my dad and listen to a report on a missing
girl or boy. They looked so innocent in their picture and I worried
for them. I would pray for them and their family; hoping everything
would be alright. But you don't always get a happy ending. I never
thought something as terrible as
kidnapping could happen to me.
My name is Jane, I'm a thirteen year old girl and this is my story of
when I was taken.
*********************************
9:00 a.m. 8 hours
It was a bright Sunday morning for April. The past few days had been
pouring non stop.
My mom would be watching CBS News Sunday Morning, sipping her coffee
with her nightgown on and wore one of my headbands. this was her
"relaxed" look.
Dad would always cook pancakes on Sunday. He was a family guy like
most of his brothers were. Of course, there is always that one person
who sticks out of a family. Either someone is doing drugs or is an
alcholholic or is the most serious one out of the most outgoing family.
"Your uncle Rick was paroled yesterday." My dad said chewing on pieces
of his pancakes."He's a good man now, Jane."
My uncle Rick was a strange man. He would waste his money on beer
instead of supporting his family. One time he got so drunk, he broke
into a jewlery store and passed out on the glass shelf with a broken
beer bottle in his hand.
Before he was an alcoholic, he was the sweetest man; alcoholic was the
last word you would think of. His pale blue eyes would hypnotize you
and you could never say no to him. He was clean, always shaved, he
didn't look like a thirty-three year old man; more like a twenty year
old. When I was six years old, he would take me shopping at the local
thrift shop. My parents were at work most of the time until my little
sister was born the next year. I haven't seen my uncle since because I
didn't need him anymore and he was in jail.
2:00 4 hours
When my sister needed help with her homework, I usually helped her
since my mother was either cooking or cleaning and my father worked. I
would get frustrated with my sister at times when she could only think
of three words that rhymed with 'grow'. Kindergarten homework was
tough when working with a girl like her.
"Emma is only five." My mother would say.
"Have some patience." She would say.
When i finished my own homework, I was lucky to have a little free
time before supper. But then, my mother would make me stop watching
T.V. and have me make my father a margarita.
"No man complains about a strong drink." He told me when i put too
much tequila in his drink. " Only a wimp would complain."
5:38 45 minutes
After dinner, my mother told me to bring our dog, Charlie, outside in
the back because he had ate too much beef which would upset his stomach.
I didn't want to get off of the couch to let him out. However, the
only other decision my mother offered was to clean the kitchen, which
meant I would have to shake out the table cloth outside and have
crumbs fling into my eye. if only my dad and I weren't such messy
eaters. So I let my dog outside.
I went up to my room and sat in the chair next to my desk. I opened up
the left draw down and picked up a handful of play bills. I really
didn't understand the plays when I saw them; I was too young. my
mother brought me to see "Les Miserables", which she really wanted to
see and decided to bring me for some reason. Meanwhile, I was only
eight at the time.
After seeing so many plays, i wanted to be on broadway when i got
older. Though i was a terrible singer and we couldn't afford dance or
singing lessons, I didn't have my hopes down.
6:05 19 minutes
When my mother searched through the yard, she couldn't find Charlie.
"Charlie! Charlie!" Was all i could hear from her.
My dad came to my room and told me to go look for my dog. I didn't
think there was any point in looking for him. I mean, he's ran away
before and always came trotting back after five minutes; realizing
that there would be no one to feed him.
My mother then begged me to go look for him; making me feel guilty.
I grabbed Charlie's leash and headed out the door.
"Jane!" My mother called for me.
"Mrs. Jenkins just called, she says she has Charlie."
6:19 5 minutes
I nodded my head to my mother and was on my way.
I noticed a parked red car that looked exactly like my uncle rick's
old mustang from the eighties. I remember it because that was the car
he would take me shopping. with. Suddenly, a figure came out of it. It
was my uncle. He walked towards me and I was a little nervous
considering he had become a strange man. That's what he was to me now.
A stranger. He looked the same as the last time I saw him, but I
hardly knew him.
" My, look at how much you've grown."
he said.
"Would you like to go shopping, Jane?"
"No, thank you, uncle Rick." I said.
"Maybe some other time. Right now, my dad would like to see you." I
tried starting to walk backwards slowly.
"But i wanted to see you, not your dad, Jane." He said taking another
step closer.
"I have to get my dog, uncle Rick." I responded. "Please go to my
house, my mom will warm up some left overs for you and you and my dad
can talk and have a drink, like old times."
"That's a nice gesture, sweetheart, but I wanted to spend some time
with you a little more. After all, i've been locked up for seven years."
A lump built up in my throat. I wasn't comfortable with what was going
on.
"I told you I'd hang out with you some other time. I'm a little busy
right now." i started to walk off.
Out of nowhere, I was picked up and found myself kicking, but not
screaming. there was a hand covering my mouth and I soon found myself
in the back of a mustang. Sadly, no one had seen what he had just
done. Most people were on spring vacation or not paying attention from
their houses. Luckily for him, too, that we were at a dead end, next
to the woods, where only one or two houses could see us. But their
houses were on high ground and had evergreens directly in front of the
house. He came in the back with me and taped my mouth shut, my hands
together, and my feet together. The tape smelled of burned rubber and
tasted like glue. i would know since my sister once nearly shoved a
glue stick in my mouth while doing arts and crafts.He saw this was a
bad idea to use tape after I was clearly able to rip of the tape from
my mouth. I squirmed and I screamed out for help but he put tape over
my mouth again, tied my hands and feet together with jumper cables,
and threw me in the trunk. I was so afraid. I thought of my family and
what they would think. I wondered how I would die if he killed me.
Would he leave me in here and abandon be in a forest or drive us into
a lake? My worst fear I had was that he was going to rape and kill me.
My stomach was in knots. Tears streamed down my cheeks.
He then drove away.
chapter 2
"Terrence?" My mother asked my father. "Is Jane home yet?"
"Didn't she come through the back door? That's usually where she comes
in after she gives Charlie a walk." Myfather responded.
My mother shook her head. She picked up the phone and dialed Mrs.
Jenkins number.
My father wasn't too worried about me. At first he thought I had
stopped to speak with a friend on the way since most of my friends
lived a pretty close distance from my house.
He then remembered my uncle.
He ran down into the basement which was where his office was. My dad
grabbed his phone and started calling my friends. All of them said
they had not seen me. He became worried and went out to ask the other
neighbors. They all gave the same answer my friends gave him.
"What do you mean 'she wasn't here', people don't just dissapear, I
spoke to her not fifteen minutes ago..." My mother wept.
My sister watched my mother cry; not knowing why she was doing so.
"Go play with your toys." My mother told her.
Emma walked towards my mother and gave her a kiss on the cheek and
hugged her arm, still not knowing why she was so upset.
******************
I woke up in the back of the trunk;feeling ashamed that i had fell
asleep and had not tried hard enough to get anyone's attention.
The car was still in motion, I didn't know whether it was night or day
or if it was still the same day. Where are we going? I wondered. I
guess this is what it was like for a kidnapped child.
I could hear hear him singing along to Bon Jovi.btw how would u like me to continue. give me some ideas and maybe i can work around them. im 13 too btw and i hope u like mywriting so far
moreResolved Question: How's my novel so far? wait to comment until it ends with "he then drove away." ?
Remembering Jane
Prolouge
"What do you mean 'she wasn't here', people don't just disappear, I
spoke to her not fifteen minutes ago..."My mother wept.
chapter 1
They say that most children are abducted by a family member or a close
friend. I always thought they were wrong since most children I read
about had been stolen by some random person off the street.
I would watch the news with my dad and listen to a report on a missing
girl or boy. They looked so innocent in their picture and I worried
for them. I would pray for them and their family; hoping everything
would be alright. But you don't always get a happy ending. I never
thought something as terrible as
kidnapping could happen to me.
My name is Jane, I'm a thirteen year old girl and this is my story of
when I was taken.
*********************************
9:00 a.m. 8 hours
It was a bright Sunday morning for April. The past few days had been
pouring non stop.
My mom would be watching CBS News Sunday Morning, sipping her coffee
with her nightgown on and wore one of my headbands. this was her
"relaxed" look.
Dad would always cook pancakes on Sunday. He was a family guy like
most of his brothers were. Of course, there is always that one person
who sticks out of a family. Either someone is doing drugs or is an
alcholholic or is the most serious one out of the most outgoing family.
"Your uncle Rick was paroled yesterday." My dad said chewing on pieces
of his pancakes."He's a good man now, Jane."
My uncle Rick was a strange man. He would waste his money on beer
instead of supporting his family. One time he got so drunk, he broke
into a jewlery store and passed out on the glass shelf with a broken
beer bottle in his hand.
Before he was an alcoholic, he was the sweetest man; alcoholic was the
last word you would think of. His pale blue eyes would hypnotize you
and you could never say no to him. He was clean, always shaved, he
didn't look like a thirty-three year old man; more like a twenty year
old. When I was six years old, he would take me shopping at the local
thrift shop. My parents were at work most of the time until my little
sister was born the next year. I haven't seen my uncle since because I
didn't need him anymore and he was in jail.
2:00 4 hours
When my sister needed help with her homework, I usually helped her
since my mother was either cooking or cleaning and my father worked. I
would get frustrated with my sister at times when she could only think
of three words that rhymed with 'grow'. Kindergarten homework was
tough when working with a girl like her.
"Emma is only five." My mother would say.
"Have some patience." She would say.
When i finished my own homework, I was lucky to have a little free
time before supper. But then, my mother would make me stop watching
T.V. and have me make my father a margarita.
"No man complains about a strong drink." He told me when i put too
much tequila in his drink. " Only a wimp would complain."
5:38 45 minutes
After dinner, my mother told me to bring our dog, Charlie, outside in
the back because he had ate too much beef which would upset his stomach.
I didn't want to get off of the couch to let him out. However, the
only other decision my mother offered was to clean the kitchen, which
meant I would have to shake out the table cloth outside and have
crumbs fling into my eye. if only my dad and I weren't such messy
eaters. So I let my dog outside.
I went up to my room and sat in the chair next to my desk. I opened up
the left draw down and picked up a handful of play bills. I really
didn't understand the plays when I saw them; I was too young. my
mother brought me to see "Les Miserables", which she really wanted to
see and decided to bring me for some reason. Meanwhile, I was only
eight at the time.
After seeing so many plays, i wanted to be on broadway when i got
older. Though i was a terrible singer and we couldn't afford dance or
singing lessons, I didn't have my hopes down.
6:05 19 minutes
When my mother searched through the yard, she couldn't find Charlie.
"Charlie! Charlie!" Was all i could hear from her.
My dad came to my room and told me to go look for my dog. I didn't
think there was any point in looking for him. I mean, he's ran away
before and always came trotting back after five minutes; realizing
that there would be no one to feed him.
My mother then begged me to go look for him; making me feel guilty.
I grabbed Charlie's leash and headed out the door.
"Jane!" My mother called for me.
"Mrs. Jenkins just called, she says she has Charlie."
6:19 5 minutes
I nodded my head to my mother and was on my way.
I noticed a parked red cacar
he would take me shopping. with. Suddenly, a figure came out of it. It
was my uncle. He walked towards me and I was a little nervous
considering he had become a strange man. That's what he was to me now.
A stranger. He looked the same as the last time I saw him, but I
hardly knew him.
" My, look at how much you've grown."
he said.
"Would you like to go shopping, Jane?"
"No, thank you, uncle Rick." I said.
"Maybe some other time. Right now, my dad would like to see you." I
tried starting to walk backwards slowly.
"But i wanted to see you, not your dad, Jane." He said taking another
step closer.
"I have to get my dog, uncle Rick." I responded. "Please go to my
house, my mom will warm up some left overs for you and you and my dad
can talk and have a drink, like old times."
"That's a nice gesture, sweetheart, but I wanted to spend some time
with you a little more. After all, i've been locked up for seven years."
A lump built up in my throat. I wasn't comfortable with whatwas going
on.
"I told you I'd hang out with you some other time. I'm a little busy
right now." i started to walk off.
Out of nowhere, I was picked up and found myself kicking, but not
screaming. there was a hand covering my mouth and I soon found myself
in the back of a mustang. Sadly, no one had seen what he had just
done. Most people were on spring vacation or not paying attention from
their houses. Luckily for him, too, that we were at a dead end, next
to the woods, where only one or two houses could see us. But their
houses were on high ground and had evergreens directly in front of the
house. He came in the back with me and taped my mouth shut, my hands
together, and my feet together. The tape smelled of burned rubber and
tasted like glue. i would know since my sister once nearly shoved a
glue stick in my mouth while doing arts and crafts.He saw this was a
bad idea to use tape after I was clearly able to rip of the tape from
my mouth. I squirmed and I screamed out foor help but he put tape over
my mouth again, tied my hands and feet together with jumper cables,
and threw me in the trunk. I was so afraid. I thought of my family and
what they would think. I wondered how I would die if he killed me.
Would he leave me in here and abandon be in a forest or drive us into
a lake? My worst fear I had was that he was going to rape and kill me.
My stomach was in knots. Tears streamed down my cheeks.
He then drove away.
moreResolved Question: How's the first chapter of my novel? wait to comment until it says "he then drove away".?
Remembering Jane
Prolouge
"What do you mean 'she wasn't here', people don't just disappear, I
spoke to her not fifteen minutes ago..."My mother wept.
chapter 1
They say that most children are abducted by a family member or a close
friend. I always thought they were wrong since most children I read
about had been stolen by some random person off the street.
I would watch the news with my dad and listen to a report on a missing
girl or boy. They looked so innocent in their picture and I worried
for them. I would pray for them and their family; hoping everything
would be alright. But you don't always get a happy ending. I never
thought something as terrible as
kidnapping could happen to me.
My name is Jane, I'm a thirteen year old girl and this is my story of
when I was taken.
*********************************
9:00 a.m. 8 hours
It was a bright Sunday morning for April. The past few days had been
pouring non stop.
My mom would be watching CBS News Sunday Morning, sipping her coffee
with her nightgown on and wore one of my headbands. this was her
"relaxed" look.
Dad would always cook pancakes on Sunday. He was a family guy like
most of his brothers were. Of course, there is always that one person
who sticks out of a family. Either someone is doing drugs or is an
alcholholic or is the most serious one out of the most outgoing family.
"Your uncle Rick came on parol yesterday." My dad said chewing on
pieces of his pancakes."He's a good man now, Jane."
My uncle Rick was a strange man. He would waste his money on beer
instead of supporting his family. One time he got so drunk, he broke
into a jewlery store and passed out on the glass shelf with a broken
beer bottle in his hand.
Before he was an alcoholic, he was the sweetest man; alcoholic was the
last word you would think of. His pale blue eyes would hypnotize you
and you could never say no to him. He was clean, always shaved, he
didn't look like a thirt-three year old man; more like a twenty year
old. When I was six years old, he would take me shopping at the local
thrift shop. My parents were at work most of the time until my little
sister was born the next year. I haven't seen my uncle since because I
didn't need him anymore and he was in jail.
2:00 4 hours
When my sister needed help with her homework, I usually helped her
since my mother was either cooking or cleaning and my father worked. I
would get frustrated with my sister at times when she could only think
of three words that rhymed with 'grow'. Kindergarten homework was
tough when working with a girl like my her.
"Emma is only five." My mother would say.
"Have some patience." She would say.
When i finished my own homework, I was lucky to have a little free
time before supper. But then, my mother would make me stop watching
T.V. and have me make my father a margarita.
"No man complains about a strong drink." He told when i put too much
tequila in his drink. " Only a wimp would complain."
5:38 45 minutes
After dinner, my mother told me to bring our dog, Charlie, outside in
the back because he had ate too much beef which would upset his stomach.
I didn't want to get off of the couch to let him out. However, the
only other decision my mother offered was to clean the kitchen, which
meant I would have to shake out the table cloth outside and have
crumbs fling into my eye. if only my dad and I weren't such messy
eaters. So I let my dog outside.
I went up to my room and sat in the chair next to my desk. I opened up
the left draw down and picked up a handful of play bills. I really
didn't understand the plays when I saw them; I was too young. my
mother brought me to see "Les Miserables", which she really wanted to
see and decided to bring me for some reason. Meanwhile, I was only
eight at the time.
After seeing so many plays, i wanted to be on broadway when i got
older. Though i was a terrible singer and we couldn't afford dance or
singing lessons, I didn't have my hopes down.
6:05 19 minutes
When my mother searched through the yard, she couldn't find Charlie.
"Charlie! Charlie!" Was all i could hear from her.
My dad came to my room and told me to go look for my dog. I didn't
think there was any point in looking for him. I mean, he's ran away
before and always came trotting back after five minutes; realizing
that there would be no one to feed him.
My mother then begged me to go look for him; making me feel guilty.
I grabbed Charlie's leash and headed out the door.
"Jane!" My mother called for me.
"Mrs. Jenkins just called, she says she has Charlie."
6:19 5 minutes
I nodded my head to my mother and was on my way.
I noticed a parked red ccar that looked exactly like my uncle rick's
old mustang from the eighties. I remember it because that was the car
he would take me shopping. with. Suddenly, a figure came out of it. It
was my uncle. He walked towards me and I was a little nervous
considering he had become a strange man. That's what he was to me now.
A stranger. He looked the same as the last time I saw him, but I
hardly knew him.
" My, look at how much you've grown."
he said.
"Would you like to go shopping, Jane?"
"No, thank you, uncle Rick." I said.
"Maybe some other time. Right now, my dad would like to see you." I
tried starting to walk backwards slowly.
"But i wanted to see you, not your dad, Jane." He said taking another
step closer.
"I have to get my dog, uncle Rick." I responded. "Please go to my
house, my mom will warm up some left overs for you and you and my dad
can talk and have a drink, like old times."
"That's a nice gesture, sweetheart, but I wanted to spend some time
with you a little more. After all, i've been locked up for seven years."
A lump built up in my throat. I wasn't comfortable with what was going
on.
"I told you I'd hang out with you some other time. I'm a little busy
right now." i started to walk off.
Out of nowhere, I was picked up and found myself kicking, but not
screaming. there was a hand covering my mouth and I soon found myself
in the back of a mustang. Sadly, no one had seen what he had just
done. Most people were on spring vacation or not paying attention from
their houses. Luckily for him, too, that we were at a dead end, next
to the woods, where only one or two houses could see us. But their
houses were on high ground and had evergreens directly in front of the
house. He came in the back with me and taped my mouth shut, my hands
together, and my feet together. The tape smelled of burned rubber and
tasted like glue. i would know since my sister once nearly shoved a
glue stick in my mouth while doing arts and crafts.He saw this was abad idea to use tape after I was clearly able to rip of the tape from
my mouth. I squirmed and I screamed out for help but he put tape over
my mouth again, tied my hands and feet together with jumper cables,
and threw me in the trunk. I was so afraid. I thought of my family and
what they would think. I wondered how I would die if he killed me.
Would he leave me in here and abandon be in a forest or drive us into
a lake? My worst fear I had was that he was going to rape and kill me.
My stomach was in knots. Tears streamed down my cheeks.
He then drove away.im 12 (shhhhh) and i hope u appreciate my writing
moreResolved Question: how's my story so far? wait to comment until it say "he then drove away." ?
Remembering Jane
Prolouge
"What do you mean 'she wasn't here', people don't just disappear, I
spoke to her not fifteen minutes ago..."My mother wept.
chapter 1
They say that most children are abducted by a family member or a close
friend. I always thought they were wrong since most children I read
about had been stolen by some random person off the street.
I would watch the news with my dad and listen to a report on a missing
girl or boy. They looked so innocent in their picture and I worried
for them. I would pray for them and their family; hoping everything
would be alright. But you don't always get a happy ending. I never
thought something as terrible as
kidnapping could happen to me.
My name is Jane, I'm a thirteen year old girl and this is my story of
when I was taken.
*********************************
9:00 a.m. 8 hours
It was a bright Sunday morning for April. The past few days had been
pouring non stop.
My mom would be watching CBS News Sunday Morning, sipping her coffee
with her nightgown on and wore one of my headbands. this was her
"relaxed" look.
Dad would always cook pancakes on Sunday. He was a family guy like
most of his brothers were. Of course, there is always that one person
who sticks out of a family. Either someone is doing drugs or is an
alcholholic or is the most serious one out of the most outgoing family.
"Your uncle Rick came on parol yesterday." My dad said chewing on
pieces of his pancakes."He's a good man now, Jane."
My uncle Rick was a strange man. He would waste his money on beer
instead of supporting his family. One time he got so drunk, he broke
into a jewlery store and passed out on the glass shelf with a broken
beer bottle in his hand.
Before he was an alcoholic, he was the sweetest man; alcoholic was the
last word you would think of. His pale blue eyes would hypnotize you
and you could never say no to him. He was clean, always shaved, he
didn't look like a thirt-three year old man; more like a twenty year
old. When I was six years old, he would take me shopping at the local
thrift shop. My parents were at work most of the time until my little
sister was born the next year. I haven't seen my uncle since because I
didn't need him anymore and he was in jail.
2:00 4 hours
When my sister needed help with her homework, I usually helped her
since my mother was either cooking or cleaning and my father worked. I
would get frustrated with my sister at times when she could only think
of three words that rhymed with 'grow'. Kindergarten homework was
tough when working with a girl like my her.
"Emma is only five." My mother would say.
"Have some patience." She would say.
When i finished my own homework, I was lucky to have a little free
time before supper. But then, my mother would make me stop watching
T.V. and have me make my father a margarita.
"No man complains about a strong drink." He told when i put too much
tequila in his drink. " Only a wimp would complain."
5:38 45 minutes
After dinner, my mother told me to bring our dog, Charlie, outside in
the back because he had ate too much beef which would upset his stomach.
I didn't want to get off of the couch to let him out. However, the
only other decision my mother offered was to clean the kitchen, which
meant I would have to shake out the table cloth outside and have
crumbs fling into my eye. if only my dad and I weren't such messy
eaters. So I let my dog outside.
I went up to my room and sat in the chair next to my desk. I opened up
the left draw down and picked up a handful of play bills. I really
didn't understand the plays when I saw them; I was too young. my
mother brought me to see "Les Miserables", which she really wanted to
see and decided to bring me for some reason. Meanwhile, I was only
eight at the time.
After seeing so many plays, i wanted to be on broadway when i got
older. Though i was a terrible singer and we couldn't afford dance or
singing lessons, I didn't have my hopes down.
6:05 19 minutes
When my mother searched through the yard, she couldn't find Charlie.
"Charlie! Charlie!" Was all i could hear from her.
My dad came to my room and told me to go look for my dog. I didn't
think there was any point in looking for him. I mean, he's ran away
before and always came trotting back after five minutes; realizing
that there would be no one to feed him.
My mother then begged me to go look for him; making me feel guilty.
I grabbed Charlie's leash and headed out the door.
"Jane!" My mother called for me.
"Mrs. Jenkins just called, she says she has Charlie."
6:19 5 minutes
I nodded my head to my mother and was on my way.
I noticed a parked red ccar that looked exactly like my uncle rick's
old mustang from the eighties. I remember it because that was the car
he would take me shopping. with. Suddenly, a figure came out of it. It
was my uncle. He walked towards me and I was a little nervous
considering he had become a strange man. That's what he was to me now.
A stranger. He looked the same as the last time I saw him, but I
hardly knew him.
" My, look at how much you've grown."
he said.
"Would you like to go shopping, Jane?"
"No, thank you, uncle Rick." I said.
"Maybe some other time. Right now, my dad would like to see you." I
tried starting to walk backwards slowly.
"But i wanted to see you, not your dad, Jane." He said taking another
step closer.
"I have to get my dog, uncle Rick." I responded. "Please go to my
house, my mom will warm up some left overs for you and you and my dad
can talk and have a drink, like old times."
"That's a nice gesture, sweetheart, but I wanted to spend some time
with you a little more.After all, i've been locked up for seven years."
A lump built up in my throat. I wasn't comfortable with what was going
on.
"I told you I'd hang out with you some other time. I'm a little busy
right now." i started to walk off.
Out of nowhere, I was picked up and found myself kicking, but not
screaming. there was a hand covering my mouth and I soon found myself
in the back of a mustang. Sadly, no one had seen what he had just
done. Most people were on spring vacation or not paying attention from
their houses. Luckily for him, too, that we were at a dead end, next
to the woods, where only one or two houses could see us. But their
houses were on high ground and had evergreens directly in front of the
house. He came in the back with me and taped my mouth shut, my hands
together, and my feet together. The tape smelled of burned rubber and
tasted like glue. i would know since my sister once nearly shoved a
glue stick in my mouth while doing arts and crafts.He saw this was a
babad idea to use tape after I was clearly able to rip of the tape from
my mouth. I squirmed and I screamed out for help but he put tape over
my mouth again, tied my hands and feet together with jumper cables,
and threw me in the trunk. I was so afraid. I thought of my family and
what they would think. I wondered how I would die if he killed me.
Would he leave me in here and abandon be in a forest or drive us into
a lake? My worst fear I had was that he was going to rape and kill me.
My stomach was in knots. Tears streamed down my cheeks.
He then drove away.i'm 12 (shhhhh) and i appreciate u like my writing
moreResolved Question: how's the first chapter of my novel? dont answer until it ends with "he then drove away"!?
Remembering Jane
Prolouge
"What do you mean 'she wasn't here', people don't just disappear, I spoke to her not fifteen minutes ago..."My mother wept.
chapter 1
They say that most children are abducted by a family member or a close friend. I always thought they were wrong since most children I read about had been stolen by some random person off the street.
I would watch the news with my dad and listen to a report on a missing girl or boy. They looked so innocent in their picture and I worried for them. I would pray for them and their family; hoping everything would be alright. But you don't always get a happy ending. I never thought something as terrible as
kidnapping could happen to me.
My name is Jane, I'm a thirteen year old girl and this is my story of when I was taken.
*********************************
9:00 a.m. 8 hours
It was a bright Sunday morning for April. The past few days had been pouring non stop.
My mom would be watching CBS News Sunday Morning, sipping her coffee with her nightgown on and wore one of my headbands. this was her "relaxed" look.
Dad would always cook pancakes on Sunday. He was a family guy like most of his brothers were. Of course, there is always that one person who sticks out of a family. Either someone is doing drugs or is an alcholholic or is the most serious one out of the most outgoing family.
"Your uncle Rick came on parol yesterday." My dad said chewing on pieces of his pancakes."He's a good man now, Jane."
My uncle Rick was a strange man. He would waste his money on beer instead of supporting his family. One time he got so drunk, he broke into a jewlery store and passed out on the glass shelf with a broken beer bottle in his hand.
Before he was an alcoholic, he was the sweetest man; alcoholic was the last word you would think of. His pale blue eyes would hypnotize you and you could never say no to him. He was clean, always shaved, he didn't look like a thirt-three year old man; more like a twenty year old. When I was six years old, he would take me shopping at the local thrift shop. My parents were at work most of the time until my little sister was born the next year. I haven't seen my uncle since because I didn't need him anymore and he was in jail.
2:00 4 hours
When my sister needed help with her homework, I usually helped her since my mother was either cooking or cleaning and my father worked. I would get frustrated with my sister at times when she could only think of three words that rhymed with 'grow'. Kindergarten homework was tough when working with a girl like my her.
"Emma is only five." My mother would say.
"Have some patience." She would say.
When i finished my own homework, I was lucky to have a little free time before supper. But then, my mother would make me stop watching T.V. and have me make my father a margarita.
"No man complains about a strong drink." He told when i put too much tequila in his drink. " Only a wimp would complain."
5:38 45 minutes
After dinner, my mother told me to bring our dog, Charlie, outside in the back because he had ate too much beef which would upset his stomach.
I didn't want to get off of the couch to let him out. However, the only other decision my mother offered was to clean the kitchen, which meant I would have to shake out the table cloth outside and have crumbs fling into my eye. if only my dad and I weren't such messy eaters. So I let my dog outside.
I went up to my room and sat in the chair next to my desk. I opened up the left draw down and picked up a handful of play bills. I really didn't understand the plays when I saw them; I was too young. my mother brought me to see "Les Miserables", which she really wanted to see and decided to bring me for some reason. Meanwhile, I was only eight at the time.
After seeing so many plays, i wanted to be on broadway when i got older. Though i was a terrible singer and we couldn't afford dance or singing lessons, I didn't have my hopes down.
6:05 19 minutes
When my mother searched through the yard, she couldn't find Charlie.
"Charlie! Charlie!" Was all i could hear from her.
My dad came to my room and told me to go look for my dog. I didn't think there was any point in looking for him. I mean, he's ran away before and always came trotting back after five minutes; realizing that there would be no one to feed him.
My mother then begged me to go look for him; making me feel guilty.
I grabbed Charlie's leash and headed out the door.
"Jane!" My mother called for me.
"Mrs. Jenkins just called, she says she has Charlie."
6:19 5 minutes
I nodded my head to my mother and was on my way.
I noticed a parked red car that looked exactly like my uncle rick's old mustang from the eighties. I rememremember it because that was the car he would take me shopping. with. Suddenly, a figure came out of it. It was my uncle. He walked towards me and I was a little nervous considering he had become a strange man. That's what he was to me now. A stranger. He looked the same as the last time I saw him, but I hardly knew him.
" My, look at how much you've grown."
he said.
"Would you like to go shopping, Jane?"
"No, thank you, uncle Rick." I said.
"Maybe some other time. Right now, my dad would like to see you." I tried starting to walk backwards slowly.
"But i wanted to see you, not your dad, Jane." He said taking another step closer.
"I have to get my dog, uncle Rick." I responded. "Please go to my house, my mom will warm up some left overs for you and you and my dad can talk and have a drink, like old times."
"That's a nice gesture, sweetheart, but I wanted to spend some time with you a little more. After all, i've been locked up for seven years."
A lump built up in my throat. I wasn'tcomfortable with what was going on.
"I told you I'd hang out with you some other time. I'm a little busy right now." i started to walk off.
Out of nowhere, I was picked up and found myself kicking, but not screaming. there was a hand covering my mouth and I soon found myself in the back of a mustang. Sadly, no one had seen what he had just done. Most people were on spring vacation or not paying attention from their houses. Luckily for him, too, that we were at a dead end, next to the woods, where only one or two houses could see us. But their houses were on high ground and had evergreens directly in front of the house. He came in the back with me and taped my mouth shut, my hands together, and my feet together. The tape smelled of burned rubber and tasted like glue. i would know since my sister once nearly shoved a glue stick in my mouth while doing arts and crafts.He saw this was a bad idea to use tape after I was clearly able to rip of the tape from my mouth. I squirmed and Iscreamed out for help but he put tape over my mouth again, tied my hands and feet together with jumper cables, and threw me in the trunk. I was so afraid. I thought of my family and what they would think. I wondered how I would die if he killed me. Would he leave me in here and abandon be in a forest or drive us into a lake? My worst fear I had was that he was going to rape and kill me. My stomach was in knots. Tears streamed down my cheeks.
He then drove away.I'm really happy you guys like it! :)
people usually criticize my writing .
i didn't think it was going to be that good! i liked the plot and everything but gah! im so happy! im only 12(shhhh) and i rlly love to write so thank you! but i want more comments plz! :)
moreResolved Question: how is my story? plz leave a comment!!!!!!?
Remembering Jane
Prolouge
"What do you mean 'she wasn't here', people don't just disappear, I spoke to her not fifteen minutes ago..."My mother wept.
chapter 1
They say that most children are abducted by a family member or a close friend. I always thought they were wrong since most children I read about had been stolen by some random person off the street.
I would watch the news with my dad and listen to a report on a missing girl or boy. They looked so innocent in their picture and I worried for them. I would pray for them and their family; hoping everything would be alright. But you don't always get a happy ending. I never thought something as terrible as
kidnapping could happen to me.
My name is Jane, I'm a thirteen year old girl and this is my story of when I was taken.
*********************************
9:00 a.m. 8 hours
It was a bright Sunday morning for April. The past few days had been pouring non stop.
My mom would be watching CBS News Sunday Morning, sipping her coffee with her nightgown on and wore one of my headbands. this was her "relaxed" look.
Dad would always cook pancakes on Sunday. He was a family guy like most of his brothers were. Of course, there is always that one person who sticks out of a family. Either someone is doing drugs or is an alcholholic or is the most serious one out of the most outgoing family.
"Your uncle Rick came on parol yesterday." My dad said chewing on pieces of his pancakes."He's a good man now, Jane."
My uncle Rick was a strange man. He would waste his money on beer instead of supporting his family. One time he got so drunk, he broke into a jewlery store and passed out on the glass shelf with a broken beer bottle in his hand.
Before he was an alcoholic, he was the sweetest man; alcoholic was the last word you would think of. His pale blue eyes would hypnotize you and you could never say no to him. He was clean, always shaved, he didn't look like a thirt-three year old man; more like a twenty year old. When I was six years old, he would take me shopping at the local thrift shop. My parents were at work most of the time until my little sister was born the next year. I haven't seen my uncle since because I didn't need him anymore and he was in jail.
2:00 4 hours
When my sister needed help with her homework, I usually helped her since my mother was either cooking or cleaning and my father worked. I would get frustrated with my sister at times when she could only think of three words that rhymed with 'grow'. Kindergarten homework was tough when working with a girl like my her.
"Emma is only five." My mother would say.
"Have some patience." She would say.
When i finished my own homework, I was lucky to have a little free time before supper. But then, my mother would make me stop watching T.V. and have me make my father a margarita.
"No man complains about a strong drink." He told when i put too much tequila in his drink. " Only a wimp would complain."
5:38 45 minutes
After dinner, my mother told me to bring our dog, Charlie, outside in the back because he had ate too much beef which would upset his stomach.
I didn't want to get off of the couch to let him out. However, the only other decision my mother offered was to clean the kitchen, which meant I would have to shake out the table cloth outside and have crumbs fling into my eye. if only my dad and I weren't such messy eaters. So I let my dog outside.
I went up to my room and sat in the chair next to my desk. I opened up the left draw down and picked up a handful of play bills. I really didn't understand the plays when I saw them; I was too young. my mother brought me to see "Les Miserables", which she really wanted to see and decided to bring me for some reason. Meanwhile, I was only eight at the time. After seeing so many plays, i wanted to be on broadway when i got older. Though i was a terrible singer and we couldn't afford dance or singing lessons, I didn't have my hopes down.
6:05 19 minutes
When my mother searched through the yard, she couldn't find Charlie.
"Charlie! Charlie!" Was all i could hear from her.
My dad came to my room and told me to go look for my dog. I didn't think there was any point in looking for him. I mean, he's ran away before and always came trotting back after five minutes; realizing that there would be no one to feed him.
My mother then begged me to go look for him; making me feel guilty.
I grabbed Charlie's leash and headed out the door.
"Jane!" My mother called for me.
"Mrs. Jenkins just called, she says she has Charlie."
6:19 5 minutes
I nodded my head to my mother and was on my way. I noticed a parked red car that looked exactly like my uncle rick's old mustang from the eighties. I remember it because that was the car he would take me shopping. with. Suddenly, a figure came out of it. It was my uncle. He walked towards me and I was a little nervous considering he had become a strange man. That's what he was to me now. A stranger. He looked the same as the last time I saw him, but I hardly knew him.
" My, look at how much you've grown."
he said.
"Would you like to go shopping, Jane?"
"No, thank you, uncle Rick." I said.
"Maybe some other time. Right now, my dad would like to see you." I tried starting to walk backwards slowly.
"But i wanted to see you, not your dad, Jane." He said taking another step closer.
"I have to get my dog, uncle Rick." I responded. "Please go to my house, my mom will warm up some left overs for you and you and my dad can talk and have a drink, like old times."
"That's a nice gesture, sweetheart, but I wanted to spend sometime with you a little more. After all, i've been locked up for seven years."
A lump built up in my throat. I wasn't comfortable with what was going on.
"I told you I'd hang out with you some other time. I'm a little busy right now." i started to walk off.
Out of nowhere, I was picked up and found myself kicking, but not screaming. there was a hand covering my mouth and I soon found myself in the back of a mustang. Sadly, no one had seen what he had just done. Most people were on spring vacation or not paying attention from their houses. Luckily for him, too, that we were at a dead end, next to the woods, where only one or two houses could see us. But their houses were on high ground and had evergreens directly in front of the house. He came in the back with me and taped my mouth shut, my hands together, and my feet together. He saw this was a bad idea to use tape after I was clearly able to rip of the tape from my mouth. I screamed out for help but he put tape over my mouth again,again, tied my hands and feet with jumper cables, and threw me in the trunk. I was so afraid. I thought of my family and what they would think. I wondered how I would die if he killed me. Would he leave me in here and abandon be in a forest or drive us into a lake? My worst fear I had was that he was going to rape and kill me. My stomach was in knots. Tears streamed down my cheeks.
He then drove away.
moreResolved Question: how is the first chapter of my novel?
Remembering Jane
Prolouge
"What do you mean 'she wasn't here', people don't just disappear, I spoke to her not fifteen minutes ago..."My mother wept.
chapter 1
They say that most children are abducted by a family member or a close friend. I always thought they were wrong since most children I read about had been stolen by some random person off the street.
I would watch the news with my dad and listen to a report on a missing girl or boy. They looked so innocent in their picture and I worried for them. I would pray for them and their family; hoping everything would be alright. But you don't always get a happy ending. I never thought something as terrible as
kidnapping could happen to me.
My name is Jane, I'm a thirteen year old girl and this is my story of when I was taken.
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9:00 a.m. 8 hours
It was a bright Sunday morning for April. The past few days had been pouring non stop.
My mom would be watching CBS News Sunday Morning, sipping her coffee with her nightgown on and wore one of my headbands. this was her "relaxed" look.
Dad would always cook pancakes on Sunday. He was a family guy like most of his brothers were. Of course, there is always that one person who sticks out of a family. Either someone is doing drugs or is an alcholholic or is the most serious one out of the most outgoing family.
"Your uncle Rick came on parol yesterday." My dad said chewing on pieces of his pancakes."He's a good man now, Jane."
My uncle Rick was a strange man. He would waste his money on beer instead of supporting his family. One time he got so drunk, he broke into a jewlery store and passed out on the glass shelf with a broken beer bottle in his hand.
Before he was an alcoholic, he was the sweetest man; alcoholic was the last word you would think of. His pale blue eyes would hypnotize you and you could never say no to him. He was clean, always shaved, he didn't look like a thirt-three year old man; more like a twenty year old. When I was six years old, he would take me shopping at the local thrift shop. My parents were at work most of the time until my little sister was born the next year. I haven't seen my uncle since because I didn't need him anymore and he was in jail.
2:00 4 hours
When my sister needed help with her homework, I usually helped her since my mother was either cooking or cleaning and my father worked. I would get frustrated with my sister at times when she could only think of three words that rhymed with 'grow'. Kindergarten homework was tough when working with a girl like my her.
"Emma is only five." My mother would say.
"Have some patience." She would say.
When i finished my own homework, I was lucky to have a little free time before supper. But then, my mother would make me stop watching T.V. and have me make my father a margarita.
"No man complains about a strong drink." He told when i put too much tequila in his drink. " Only a wimp would complain."
5:38 45 minutes
After dinner, my mother told me to bring our dog, Charlie, outside in the back because he had ate too much beef which would upset his stomach.
I didn't want to get off of the couch to let him out. However, the only other decision my mother offered was to clean the kitchen, which meant I would have to shake out the table cloth outside and have crumbs fling into my eye. if only my dad and I weren't such messy eaters. So I let my dog outside.
I went up to my room and sat in the chair next to my desk. I opened up the left draw down and picked up a handful of play bills. I really didn't understand the plays when I saw them; I was too young. my mother brought me to see "Les Miserables", which she really wanted to see and decided to bring me for some reason. Meanwhile, I was only eight at the time.
After seeing so many plays, i wanted to be on broadway when i got older. Though i was a terrible singer and we couldn't afford dance or singing lessons, I didn't have my hopes down.
6:05 19 minutes
When my mother searched through the yard, she couldn't find Charlie.
"Charlie! Charlie!" Was all i could hear from her.
My dad came to my room and told me to go look for my dog. I didn't think there was any point in looking for him. I mean, he's ran away before and always came trotting back after five minutes; realizing that there would be no one to feed him.
My mother then begged me to go look for him; making me feel guilty.
I grabbed Charlie's leash and headed out the door.
"Jane!" My mother called for me.
"Mrs. Jenkins just called, she says she has Charlie."
6:19 5 minutes
I nodded my head to my mother and was on my way.
I noticed a parked red car that looked exactly like my uncle rick's old mustang from the eieighties. I remember it because that was the car he would take me shopping. with. Suddenly, a figure came out of it. It was my uncle. He walked towards me and I was a little nervous considering he had become a strange man. That's what he was to me now. A stranger. He looked the same as the last time I saw him, but I hardly knew him.
" My, look at how much you've grown."
he said.
"Would you like to go shopping, Jane?"
"No, thank you, uncle Rick." I said.
"Maybe some other time. Right now, my dad would like to see you." I tried starting to walk backwards slowly.
"But i wanted to see you, not your dad, Jane." He said taking another step closer.
"I have to get my dog, uncle Rick." I responded. "Please go to my house, my mom will warm up some left overs for you and you and my dad can talk and have a drink, like old times."
"That's a nice gesture, sweetheart, but I wanted to spend some time with you a little more. After all, i've been locked up for seven years."A lump built up in my throat. I wasn't comfortable with what was going on.
"I told you I'd hang out with you some other time. I'm a little busy right now." i started to walk off.
Out of nowhere, I was picked up and found myself kicking, but not screaming. there was a hand covering my mouth and I soon found myself in the back of a mustang. Sadly, no one had seen what he had just done. Most people were on spring vacation or not paying attention from their houses. Luckily for him, too, that we were at a dead end, next to the woods, where only one or two houses could see us. But their houses were on high ground and had evergreens directly in front of the house. He came in the back with me and taped my mouth shut, my hands together, and my feet together. He saw this was a bad idea to use tape after I was clearly able to rip of the tape from my mouth. I screamed out for help but he put tape over my mouth again, tied my hands and feet with jumper cables, and threw me in the trunk.I was so afraid. I thought of my family and what they would think. I wondered how I would die if he killed me. Would he leave me in here and abandon be in a forest or drive us into a lake? My worst fear I had was that he was going to rape and kill me. My stomach was in knots. Tears streamed down my cheeks.
He then drove away.
moreResolved Question: How does hypnotism work? Is what I describe in the additional details section possible?
Can a psychologist using hypnotism do the following?:
A client goes in and doesn't want to be in the same religion as the family, isn't submissive to men the way the family thinks she should be, is anorexic but not to the extreme of being about to die from it (calculated to a point of only being five to ten pounds underweight at any given time), has some rebellion issues...let's say the way the rebellion is conducted is very passive aggressive: acting on stage, reading horrible poetry on stage, not correcting false impressions about sexual orientation, long drives, attempting suicide, etc. no tattoos or raves/parties or sex or theft or motorcycles. Let's say the person also has multiple diagnosed learning disorders, but the parents agreed not to do anything regarding that in school since the child was good academically in the rural (easy) school, and some of the disorders affect how she deals with people, but the parents thought she would never leave home or have a boyfriend or get married or have to work or anything anyway. She would stay home and help at home. I know this stuff is very vague but I'm getting to a point, I promise.
Can the hypnotism be worked over several sessions? For example, immediately in the first session, he decides to get permission from her to try the hypnotism. He chooses to work on the eating disorder first because of the medical issues it exacerbates and he thinks she will be more compliant if she is well fed!, so he hypnotizes and says repeated things encouraged to get her to eat. But he doesn't say it right. He only focuses on getting her to eat, not on eating healthy things, and on eating larger quantities. His English is not very good, and his limits with hypnotherapy are great since he has not practiced it much. Can he cause a problem with her eating if he says it a certain way, and does he need to "undo" the hypnotism, or is hypnotism merely like listening to suggestions, and there is no need for a command that undoes the whole thing at another session.
I am doing a review of a writer's story and am a little intrigued by the idea that there has to be a command to end the hypnotism, and that the client could go on eating and eating at each moal, particularly meals the doctor specified (at work, if she previously at nothing at work.)
It sounds like a flawed idea, but because I've not hypnotized anyone, and no hypnotism ever works on me...how can I question this writer's lines?Exactly, Joker! I do not think it is possible to do ANY of what I described. Not even to do what was done in the movie Office Space.
moreResolved Question: When a guy cries over you, especially during breakup and hard times, does it justify his true feelings?
My boyfriend and I used to have the most amazing relationship for the first 6 months. We really can both see each other spending the rest of our lives together. I started becoming unhappy in the relationship around 6 months, and felt like he was starting to love me less. I think I pushed him away by being too b*tchy about our problems and stuff instead of letting us move on with the past. Now, a year and 2 months of being together, we are at the lowest I think we can go. 2 months ago he wanted to break up with me because he couldn't deal with me crying and because he felt like he was a horrible boyfriend to me, etc. I don't know if this is totally true, but he has been validating his point on that now for the past 2 months about how he hates messing things up. I think I like hypnotized him into thinking he's a horrible match for me whenever I got mad for things he did. ): Whenever we fight, I always bring up things in the past as comebacks and stuff...I know that's not right and I've been stopping. It's just really hard when you're so mad at someone. He has been a great boyfriend, I just have a really bad complex where if someone lets me down at all I get very offended and over think it. I need to learn to lower my expectations. =/ The only bad things he's done to me ever is when I cry and want to talk things out, he gets extremely pissed off if I say one negative thing and it builds up into an argument. I know I have a lot to blame for that, seeing as I kind of attack him about things. But still, it gets me upset when he can't be there. All I want is to feel loved. Anyways, recently I've been thinking about breaking up and stuff and have been confronting him about it. The first time he cried and had a panic attack about it. Every time I talk to him about breaking it off, I realize that we just have problems to fix and other than the problems we are perfect. Now it's to the point where he has this huge wall up because he got hurt. I got hurt, which made me hurt him, and now we're both hurt. =/ Idk where to go from here. I couldn't handle him being un-passionate last week so I decided to break up for good and I did it with him in person. He completely broke down about how he was sorry and how he's a horrible boyfriend. I feel so bad, but I can't tell if his intentions are true or not because I want to break up because I feel like he's too insensitive...and then every time I try to actually break it off he shows me the sensitive side which makes me not want to. =/ I just wish he was more passionate like he used to be. Advice?
moreResolved Question: How to become a mentalist?
I know this is a bit childish question, but recently i've seen "The Mentalist" and I liked how the main character Patrick Jane is hypnotizing people, making the do whatever he wants. But how do you become this kind of a person? What should i read? Could you please give me some literature?
Best regards,
RobertHey guys! You're fast.
I do not want to work in a TV show or be a psychic. I just want to know, how you can develop those skills?And no, i do not want to work as a psychologist :D I just want to know how is that possible.
I mean, Milton Erickson did something similar, so that's why I believe it's possible
moreResolved Question: what do you think of my trust story?
i have to write this story or essay about trust, so i chose this story. i am not good at stories at all and please tell me what you think, do you have any ideas or anyways i can improve it pleasssee help!
She moved in the same room as me. I thought we were going to be best friends, was I ever wrong. She would always be there for me, every time I felt down or needed someone to talk to, she would always be there for me whenever I got myself into trouble or a fight. I thought I could count on her. I thought I could tell her everything.
Whenever I would get in trouble I would tell her. She’d be the first and only one to know, but I wondered how everyone else found out. She would say “somebody doesn’t like you and is spilling all your secrets”. I was hypnotized, I was blind, it was all right before my eyes.
I would let her drive around in my car, I would let her borrow my money and I would tell her don’t worry. I would even go and talk to her teachers to give her a better mark. She use to be my everything, without her my life couldn’t function. She wasn’t just my best friend, she was like a sister, always watching my back. I didn’t know that everything she did was all a waste.
One day as we sat in class, I told her that my teacher spoke to me. She said that I am not the very best at writing and that I must come in after class and be tutored. I didn’t want anyone to know, I didn’t want them to think I was different or dumb. I told my best friend as I normally would, little did I know that she went and told everyone in the class. I was laughed at and bothered. I found out later by a bunch of people that it was my best friend, my sister that had spread the world.
My eyes had been opened, I knew everything I told her was not just to her but to everyone she knew. It was she who had been telling everyone where I went, what I did, and who I was. I could not believe it, she was the most trust worthy person in my life, my affection towards her was as big as a wave. After that day my heart sank, I couldn’t feel myself at moments. I didn’t want to be there anymore, I didn’t want to see her anymore.
After all this time, I thought we had a special bond, I thought we were best friends. I thought to myself, if I can’t trust my her, than who can I trust. I felt useless, betrayed, humiliated, angry, I can’t believe she would do this to me. I thought if I have to go alone through this world, without anyone to hang onto, I might as well not go through it at all.
I chose to continue with my life, in a different way. I would look at everything differently, I would never let anyone borrow money. I would never help again because I knew that I would never be helped in return. Most importantly I would never trust anyone again.
Thhehe ennnd
moreResolved Question: is my trust story alright?
i have to write this story or essay about trust, so i chose this story. i am not good at stories at all and please tell me what you think, do you have any ideas or anyways i can improve it pleasssee help!
She moved in the same room as me. I thought we were going to be best friends, was I ever wrong. She would always be there for me, every time I felt down or needed someone to talk to, she would always be there for me whenever I got myself into trouble or a fight. I thought I could count on her. I thought I could tell her everything.
Whenever I would get in trouble I would tell her. She’d be the first and only one to know, but I wondered how everyone else found out. She would say “somebody doesn’t like you and is spilling all your secrets”. I was hypnotized, I was blind, it was all right before my eyes.
I would let her drive around in my car, I would let her borrow my money and I would tell her don’t worry. I would even go and talk to her teachers to give her a better mark. She use to be my everything, without her my life couldn’t function. She wasn’t just my best friend, she was like a sister, always watching my back. I didn’t know that everything she did was all a waste.
One day as we sat in class, I told her that my teacher spoke to me. She said that I am not the very best at writing and that I must come in after class and be tutored. I didn’t want anyone to know, I didn’t want them to think I was different or dumb. I told my best friend as I normally would, little did I know that she went and told everyone in the class. I was laughed at and bothered. I found out later by a bunch of people that it was my best friend, my sister that had spread the world.
My eyes had been opened, I knew everything I told her was not just to her but to everyone she knew. It was she who had been telling everyone where I went, what I did, and who I was. I could not believe it, she was the most trust worthy person in my life, my affection towards her was as big as a wave. After that day my heart sank, I couldn’t feel myself at moments. I didn’t want to be there anymore, I didn’t want to see her anymore.
After all this time, I thought we had a special bond, I thought we were best friends. I thought to myself, if I can’t trust my her, than who can I trust. I felt useless, betrayed, humiliated, angry, I can’t believe she would do this to me. I thought if I have to go alone through this world, without anyone to hang onto, I might as well not go through it at all.
I chose to continue with my life, in a different way. I would look at everything differently, I would never let anyone borrow money. I would never help again because I knew that I would never be helped in return. Most importantly I would never trust anyone again.
Thhehe ennnd
moreResolved Question: How do you descibe Las Vegas in first person?
Hi and I'm at a part in my story where two of my main characters are both at Las Vegas and they're just stopping there to rest from there quest. On the way they stop to witness a magician show by a man named Fernando the great. My two main characters are both twins.
The girl is half angel the boy half fallen angel . Anyways it's First POV and in the magician show there are teens preforming who secretly have powers. For example one can talk to animals and her name is Sabrina she tell the tiger in the show to jump through the hoop and it does ( though the audience is unaware of her powers)
So it's basically this small group of teens who live in Las Vegas with "magic" powers They are like a small family since non of them have parents. The leader can hypnotize people and at first he appears kind hearted. Elizabeth and Jason ( two main characters) tell the man of there powers and he allows them to stay with them. But towards the end the man tries to get them to stay and join his show.
It turns out that Sabrina was hypnotized to join the show on a trip to Las Vegas. In the end she follows Jason and Elizabeth until they reach Arizona where she stops there to see her family which she hasn't seen in 5 years.
So how in first person do you describe Las Vegas?
moreResolved Question: How do you descibe Las Vegas?
Hi and I'm at a part in my story where two of my main characters are both at Las Vegas and they're just stopping there to rest from there quest. On the way they stop to witness a magician show by a man named Fernando the great. My two main characters are both twins.
The girl is half angel the boy half fallen angel . Anyways it's First POV and in the magician show there are teens preforming who secretly have powers. For example one can talk to animals and her name is Sabrina she tell the tiger in the show to jump through the hoop and it does ( though the audience is unaware of her powers)
So it's basically this small group of teens who live in Las Vegas with "magic" powers They are like a small family since non of them have parents. The leader can hypnotize people and at first he appears kind hearted. Elizabeth and Jason ( two main characters) tell the man of there powers and he allows them to stay with them. But towards the end the man tries to get them to stay and join his show.
It turns out that Sabrina was hypnotized to join the show on a trip to Las Vegas. In the end she follows Jason and Elizabeth until they reach Arizona where she stops there to see her family which she hasn't seen in 5 years.
So how in first person do you describe Las Vegas?
moreVoting Question: Past life regression hypnosis?
When hypnotized to discover past lives, is the person aware of what is happening in the room? Do they know what they said when they wake up?
How is a person hypnotized? Is the method for past life regression different from any other kind of hypnosis?
Can anything be done to help the person remember past lives or details of past lives, hypnotized or not?
moreResolved Question: How Do I Hypnotize Myself To Not Obsess Over Something?
Please, please I know this takes a lot of brain power...and Im an extremely smart person, but how do I turn off my high attraction to find love and even obsession over the opposite sex?
Its not normal to me and I dont want anything to do with them for at lease a decade.
Thanks
(and I know its possible, just need to know how I do it)Everytime I bring this up, a GUY tells me its not possible...
why is that?
And when I persue them I still can NOT get a date.
Should I go to a professional to get it done? I think I should...dont know how expensive they are.
moreVoting Question: How Do I Hypnotize Myself To Not Obsess Over The Opposite Sex?
I want to be w/the guys I actually WANT!!! And notice FIRST!!!
So I will try to contact these guys and they always ignore me.
Please, please I know this takes a lot of brain power...and Im an extremely smart person, but how do I turn off my high attraction to find love and even obsession over the opposite sex?
Its not normal to me and I dont want anything to do with them for at lease a decade.
Thanks
(and I know its possible, just need to know how I do it)
moreResolved Question: Do you believe in Miracles?
When you think of miracles, what is imagined
Is it just your life or everything ever fashioned
Tidal waves, engulfing the western seaboard
Starfish and whale washing up on the shore
Caterpillars morphing into a beautiful butterfly
See the worlds miracles, let it open your mind
The moon orbits around to cause a solar eclipse
Roaring midnight fires as the gypsies dance
Mother nature, coral reefs with astounding grace
Typhoons can come and still stand unfazed
Protest across the streets, man begins to bellow
Generosity is sacrificed as they loose their souls
Miracles ignored by the people in this time
Need something to believe, this magic they find
Hypnotized by its mysterious bright wonders
As the world enters the hells pit and plunders
Do you still believe in miracles
Here and there, sometimes invisible
Up in space, and on this planet
Take what you have never for granted
Birth a child, lightning bugs on a summers night
The will of a person to finally make things right
Heroes of everyday changing our nearest future
Growing up from kids to someday be mature
Crows, doves, rattle snakes in the desserts heat
How someone can still win after a hard defeat
Copper, zinc, iron and the other twenty metals
Melted and bound, for us to use and handle
Beautiful affection between two people
And how someone pure can be turned to evil
Ghost, monsters, and what’s beyond our sight
All the worlds magic, who controls the afterlife
Stupidity, sadness, how it can be manipulated
What was love at first, forms into utter hatred
This is a one time change you can’t refund
So take it and live it, and have some fun
Do you still believe in miracles
Here and there, sometimes invisible
Up in space, and on this planet
Take what you have never for granted
To take something small and make it evolve
Outer space, how the planets can revolve
Many problems to solve, no one shows love
Put you down, take everything and leave none
Rip you apart, leave you to wither and wallow
Turns you hallow, darker than your shadow
It’s a miracle you haven’t mentally snapped
Grabbing the axe, cracking necks and backs
But only to imagine, leave it and move on
A miracle that your family still has a bond
Pressure from life to blacken your lungs
Inhale enough smoke to darken your tongue
Alcohol taking more and more innocent lives
Evil villain switching over to the good side
Miracles everyday preventing your death
Enjoy what you have the time that is left
Do you still believe in miracles
Here and there, sometimes invisible
Up in space, and on this planet
Take what you have never for granted
The Midwest Arsonist
moreResolved Question: Do you believe in the smallest of miracles?
When you think of miracles, what is imagined
Is it just your life or everything ever fashioned
Tidal waves, engulfing the western seaboard
Starfish and whale washing up on the shore
Caterpillars morphing into a beautiful butterfly
See the worlds miracles, let it open your mind
The moon orbits around to cause a solar eclipse
Roaring midnight fires as the gypsies dance
Mother nature, coral reefs with astounding grace
Typhoons can come and still stand unfazed
Protest across the streets, man begins to bellow
Generosity is sacrificed as they loose their souls
Miracles ignored by the people in this time
Need something to believe, this magic they find
Hypnotized by its mysterious bright wonders
As the world enters the hells pit and plunders
Do you still believe in miracles
Here and there, sometimes invisible
Up in space, and on this planet
Take what you have never for granted
Birth a child, lightning bugs on a summers night
The will of a person to finally make things right
Heroes of everyday changing our nearest future
Growing up from kids to someday be mature
Crows, doves, rattle snakes in the desserts heat
How someone can still win after a hard defeat
Copper, zinc, iron and the other twenty metals
Melted and bound, for us to use and handle
Beautiful affection between two people
And how someone pure can be turned to evil
Ghost, monsters, and what’s beyond our sight
All the worlds magic, who controls the afterlife
Stupidity, sadness, how it can be manipulated
What was love at first, forms into utter hatred
This is a one time change you can’t refund
So take it and live it, and have some fun
Do you still believe in miracles
Here and there, sometimes invisible
Up in space, and on this planet
Take what you have never for granted
To take something small and make it evolve
Outer space, how the planets can revolve
Many problems to solve, no one shows love
Put you down, take everything and leave none
Rip you apart, leave you to wither and wallow
Turns you hallow, darker than your shadow
It’s a miracle you haven’t mentally snapped
Grabbing the axe, cracking necks and backs
But only to imagine, leave it and move on
A miracle that your family still has a bond
Pressure from life to blacken your lungs
Inhale enough smoke to darken your tongue
Alcohol taking more and more innocent lives
Evil villain switching over to the good side
Miracles everyday preventing your death
Enjoy what you have the time that is left
Do you still believe in miracles
Here and there, sometimes invisible
Up in space, and on this planet
Take what you have never for granted
The Midwest Arsonist
moreResolved Question: Why we Hindus are mixing these two things?
Why we Hindus are trying to mix religion with politics? How we think that a religious man like Ramdeo can lead democratic India?
After all, we are not Christians or Muslims. In our history we never had a leader with religious background because we understand the importance of both the faculties.
We had great religious personalities like Swami vivekanand, Swami Ramdas – few to name here.
If we are the victims of a situation like majority and minority, can a religious leader solve our problem? Shall we get united and will forget the differences, castism, language differences if a religious man lead us? And how to guarantee the person who is entering in the business of politics with great media support? Most probably the fellow could spoil our established image.
What happened to the mature Hindu mind?
Remember, we were united under the leadership of Shree Ram, Shivaji Maharaj, Tatya Tope, Lala lajpat Rai, Lokamanya Tilak, Netaji Subhash Chandra Bose. All these were our political leaders and not religious leaders.
So, why we are getting hypnotized by religious man entering in the politics with the orange costumes?
This was never happened in the history of Hindu Parampara.@ Gandhi: who is saying this? Irrelevant…@ all users: Nemses is misleading the debate. The fellow will get better answer about their hidden nudity and their peeping business about praying methods if asked that kind of question here at YA. I will never consider the answer of ‘Nemses’.@ap: If you want to ask that question, you may ask it on YA along with the list of scores. I promise, Ill definitely answer it. But not here. Otherwise, my Q will get spoiled.No MS, I am not talking about his entering in the business; but the immaturity of our public and getting hypnotized because of his some yoga talks. Has anybody talking yoga proved that he is expert in politics yet? Is there any relation? So, that was my point.
Otherwise as you said, it will make no difference ultimately. You have pointed out it correctly.
One more thing: Forming a political party in modern days is not possible without corruption and huge support of black money- we all know this open secrete. Then how people hope that the fellow is entering here to kill the corruption?@ NITHA: I have not mentioned orange costume with any bad meaning here. The Hindi ‘Kahavat’ you mentioned is well suitable to swamis like Nityanand and not to the general Hindu people like me!!Because we are the thali and they are the spitters (thooknewale- as you said.)
moreResolved Question: All Scorpio Girls help ASAP! How would you respond to this?
My heart is like a watch. Tick-tock-tick this is how my heart beats whenever I see you. Time passes by and that is time I’ve wasted which we could have spent making memories together. Whenever you are crying, it seems as if the rain are my tears for that is how I feel whenever I cannot lend you my shoulder to cry on. When you smile it is as if I am in heaven. I see you as the highest pedestal in which I want to one day reach. Your intuition is awe inspiring and your beauty has no bounds. Whenever our eyes meet it is as if a volcano has erupted and the passion is insatiable. The feelings I'm experiencing aren't pretentious, they are coming from my soul, which is causing my heart to pump a mile a minute whenever I see you. I'm writing you this to explain more in depth how I feel. I'm extremely timid, but for you I'm willing to walk barefoot in scorching heat, face the fierce wind of a tornado head on to protect you, through the Sahara in search of water to quench your thirst, confront the wrath of the sea with you as my lighthouse guiding me back to where I belong which is with you. You are my strength that keeps me from falling, and shows me the true meaning of life. You are the person who I can trust unconditionally and whom can expect the same from me in return. To me you’re a treasure that can't be measured. You represent a gorgeous butterfly that has recently shed from its cocoon, and has attained unparalleled beauty. You’re the reason I get up in the morning. To me your sense of pride is awe inspiring, and your
boldness tremendously empowering. I'm like the beast in beauty and the beast compared to your hypnotizing beauty not just on the outside, the inside as well. Your illustrious exterior is only rivaled by that of your benevolent gentleness on the inside. That mesmerizing hair is like the Corona, not the beer kind, but that which is the hottest component of the sun. If you want I can be your shoulder with which you can cry on, and your faithful jester when you're feeling down. I can be your pillar of strength that makes you feel calm and secure when you’re feeling frightened. The man that if given the chance can illuminate your life just like meeting you has brightened mine more than all of the lights of this world ever could. I'm the type of guy that will listen when you speak, and speak when you want to listen. You’re my Ying and I can be your Yang if you wish. To me you’re like a flower that even Mother Nature would be envious of. When you talk to me I hear melodies of an angel sent from above. Your determination shows me that you're willing to face anything without batting an eye and help others when they're in need. In those phenomenal emerald eyes I see kindness that if let out could stop conflicts of any shape or form. Your sweet interior is so indescribable that not even the Seven Wonders of the World put together could scratch the surface. When I see you its as if cupid has struck me with all his arrows a million times over. I'm the type of guy that is willing to defend you like an adamant shield, and treat you like a queen, which you rightfully deserve. I'm the blanket that comforts you when you're feeling cold or your fan when you're feeling warm. I'm the water that dissipates all your sorrows. I can be your legs when you aren't able to walk and your hands when you want something done. The chef for when you desire anything or your
own personal taste tester. I'm the round the clock nurse that won't leave your side when you're sick and will nurse you back to health. Your pain is my pain; your victories are my victories
moreVoting Question: How can solve this problem?
This might be a bit long, but please bare with me.
About two years ago, I met a girl online. I quickly became friends with her.
We shared many similar interests, and we both got along very well.
I was completely aware that developing love interests in people you meet online is very difficult, and risky, but I wasnt able to help myself.
The heart wants what the heart wants I suppose.
After A while, her and I became more than friends, and we openly cared for each other in romantic ways.
Let me tell you, I was happier than I'd ever been in my entire life. I cared for this girl more than anything in the world, and I was totally and completely happy.
She was the first girl I ever cared this much about, so I did a lot of things wrong, being young and inexperienced. I was far to clingy, and obsessive at times, which ultimately lead to us breaking up.
It was a VERY traumatic break up, and I don't want to go into to much detail, but to make a long story short, she disappeared, and then came back a few months later, saying that her father had read a sexual conversation we had over instant messenger, and he had taken away all means of contacting me from her.
She left again not to long after she returned and I haven't heard from her since.
THIS is where the problems began to arise.
You see, I'm not all that happy. I never have been. I've had to grow up in a poor family, with a disabled father whom has put me down for not being enough like him for my entire life.
My father and I dont get along. I cant go to him for questions... It's almost as if i've got no male parental figure to turn to, so I'm left to figure things out for myself.
I never had many friends, and those that I did have, I lost when I went from middle to high school.
But first just some background info on the history of my problems.
When I was VERY VERY VERY young, I remember getting erections when witnessing instances of "mind control" on TV. I didn't know what was going on, but I liked it. Soon after, I used to pretend to play "hypnotize" with my brother and friends, in which I would also get erections. Later on in life, when I was around 13, I started watching videos on youtube about hypnosis, which also gave me erections.
After A while, I started becoming more aware of what was going on. It appeared that the control of my mind by others was arousing to me for some reason.
I started talking to hypnotists i met online, whom would "hypnotize me". I'd always just pretend to be hypnotized, which aroused me. I'm not gay, but even male hypnotists were able to arouse me. It was very strange.
All of this behavior stopped when I met that girl online.
Everything was fine. For the first time, I had felt loved, and cared about by another person, and I was happy.
Once she left however, I had a gigantic gaping hole in my heart, and I had no one there to comfort me. Of course I knew my mother loved me, but I no longer had the feeling of another person, outside of my family caring for me the way she did.
I felt alone, scared, confused, and just sad... I felt more lonely than i'd ever felt in my life.
All of a sudden, these odd habits came back to me. I started watching hypnosis videos again, which eventually evolved into watching videos of masters and their slaves.
After a while of watching these odd videos out of sheer loneliness, I grew up.
There was a single point in time where my brain began to develop faster than I could have imagined. I began to think about everything. I started wondering why I was watching these videos.
I instantly linked these odd "Slave and Master" videos to the odd feeling that hypnosis gave me.
There was something deep down inside me that got aroused by the thought of a person controlling another person.
It was at that time that I realized I had a Fetish for domination.
I began watching more videos of slaves and their mistresses... and I very much enjoyed them. I waited for each night eagerly to watch more, because they gave me such a rush... they made me forget about how lonely I was...
I eventually started going onto different websites, meeting and talking to actual Mistresses... people who were really into the slave and master lifestyle.
I talked to them like I talked to the hypnotists from youtube. I pretended to be their slave, which really aroused me...
When I talked to them, I forgot about how lonely and upset I was. I forgot about all of my problems, and it made me feel better.
I even talked to some mistresses that lived close to me, and I made fake plans to live with them and be their slave when I get older. I never had any intention of actually fulfilling these plans, but discussing it with them aroused me.
To be completely honest, I think these fake plans also made me feel cared about... I felt as if no one would ever love me again, so having a solid plan to go be someones slave made me feel better, even if I had never planed on following through.
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moreResolved Question: how to hypnotize a person?
moreResolved Question: Questions about the most current Vampire Diaries book (Shadow Souls) by Lisa Jane Smith...?
*Spoilers will be contained below*
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According to Shinichi (the Kitsume/fox Demon) one of Elana's friends is a murderer. Who do you think it is? I think it will be the person we least expect someone innocent and pure of heart like Stephen or Bonnie. If it is one of them it would be an accident, of course. I gave my mother the plot summery (partially), however, and she thinks that one of her (Elana's) friends accidentally killed her parents in the car crash. It would make since if one of the Salvatore brothers accidentally did this. Damon drives fast, we all know that, and he has a liking for fancy cars. If Damon or Stephen hit someone that would be bad, especially if there was blood. I suppose they could have taken them to the hospital or called 911 or something and hypnotized everyone so they didn't ask for identification but maybe they couldn't get them treatment fast enough. Technically the brothers wouldn't "exist" on paper because their so old and immigrated over to America so long ago. Does anyone have any theories on who killed whom? Also, any guesses as to who Sage truly is? The only thing I could imagine was that he would possibly be somehow connected to Klause or Kathrine. And, what do you think Meredith is keeping from everyone? I'm so curious! I love LJ. Smith's cliff hanger endings but sometimes they get annoying because who knows how long we have to wait for the next upcoming book? Anyway, is anyone amped to see the next episode of Vamp. Diaries? I know after reading so much (over and over, repeatedly) about Damon's 250 kilowatt smile I actually want to see it on television. What do you guys think of Damon turning human? I still heart him but I hope he'll still be his usual snarky/sarcastic self. I'm both Team Damon and Team Stephen. I adore both brothers and hope they both get happily ever afters! I don't think Elana deserves either one of them after getting so close to both of them. Both brothers are going to end up getting hurt by her. What do you think will happen to Caroline and do you think there's even an ounce of truth to her story about Matt? Speaking of Matt, could he be the murderer? As for Caroline, do you think she's having Tyler's baby willingly? Like, I know she mentioned that she was used by Klause and Tyler. This made me read between the lines and think used for what? Just blood or something else too? Does anyone else think Elana's in over her head? She promised to free everyone in the Dark Dimension, to save Fell's Church, and to help break down Damon's walls. And why did Shinichi let them free Stephen? Was this all really just a chess maneuver? I think Elena should have everyone tell each other their secrets just to get it out of the way so that Shinichi can't blackmail them, etc. What was Damon's secret that he demanded Shinichi not tell? Does anyone else think that Stephen didn't deserve (at all) to be imprisoned and that if either brother deserved it it would have been Damon? Even though he's changed (kind of) he has still done some terrible deeds. And what was with Elana mentioning Damon and Stephen's mother as some sort of way to taunt Damon? Does anyone think that Damon and Bonnie (Damon's little bird) would make a cute couple if Elana choose Stephen and that Matt could end up with Obassan's granddaughter? Remember his conversation with Obassan about Tyrone being unfaithful and wishing that the grandaugher (who's name I forget) had ended up with someone nice and loyal like Matt? Matt said something, like, there still being a chance for the grandaughter to find love with someone like himself, or something. They (being Matt and the girl) were both hurt and could heal together.
Anyway, I apologize for any spelling errors. I'm sure I spelled some character names wrong! Tell me what you think... please?Kimber, your right. I don't think Damon is evil but he isn't exactly untarnished either. His past is blemished, so to speak. I'm not hating on Damon. I think he's awesome and I <3 him. Stephen too... They are both so lovable! I just meant if either brother was "the better person" it was Stephen because he was so good and pure of heart so out of the tow if either deserved imprisionment more it would have been Damon, though Shinichi's deed would have still been totally unjustifiable. I think Damon felt this way too (sort of) and would have gladly taken Stephen's place because he felt responsible and whated to do whatever he could to make amends. He wanted to alliviate the guilt. Anyway, what did you mean about Meredith being the murderer? I didn't follow where you meant to go with that. Yeah, I couldn't figure out who Sage is either. Google... Maybe there will be fan discussions and speculations?I don't know that I think Damon should be (or stay) human. I mean, he enjoyed being a vampire. (or at least he acted like he did) I get that LJ. Smith was probably trying to be ironic but me and my friend were both like: "Damon a human? Seriously?" It wasn't as bad for me because I like to read the last couple of pages of a book (if it gets suspenseful or if I think about it) so I had a while to adjust/get used to the idea. I also get that the show is totally different than the books but I accept and if Lisa Jane Smith hasn't said anything bad abotu the show than I'm fine with that. I like Damon in both the show and the books because in the show (in the last episode) they made you feel sorry for him, just like in the book. I get that Damon may be the more "practical" choice for Elana now but I don't think love can be rationalized out by a simple "He's better for me." I don't think love makes sense.Now since Stephen is even more in love with Elana (she did save him) she should stand by him. I want both brothers to get a happy ending but I think Elana should end up with Stephen and Damon with somebody else. I do get that there was instant attraction between Damon and Elana (after they got past the whole awkward Damon stalking her and threating her sister bit) but even then that spark was just there. I think the actress who plays Elana is beautiful (she has straight hair like I would imagine Elana's) and plays her part well so I feel that that makes up for the apprence part. Is it just me though, (and this isn't totally a bad thing as in I'm not hating on the actor) or did they give the guy who plays Stephen, Paul Wesley, and Edward Cullen hair cut. You'd think they wouldn't want there to be similarities. I think both actors (Rob and Paul) are hot/attractive. It just seemed odd that they would do that. That's all...And as for your point, yeah I agree thatDamon is/can be a lot sweeter/nicer than he lets on. I think deep down, or not so deep, look at how he treats Elana that he's lonely, hurting, and a sweety. He just wants to be loved (like a teddy bear, he needs cuddling lol...) I think he just puts up walls/shields to protect himself from further hurt/damage. From the glimpses we've gotten his childhood had to suck! I want to know more about that though... why he is the way he is. You know?Maybe, Damon felt that since he had no one else to look out for him he had to look out for himself? This could explain hwy he's always so jaded and cynical. He cares so much about Elana and would do anything to protect her/make her happy. I remember their evening drinking wine when she got drunk and wanted to be bitten but he refused to take advantage of her and then when he protected her in the Dark Demension (at his own expense) and all the other sweet things he's done for her. And the not so sweet... He's always scheming and that's what makes him Damon! He's shown this time and time again. I think that fact (his ability to love so deeply) coupled with what happened near the end of the book "The Return: Vol. 1 Nightfall" (this being him being redeemed and unposessed and acting all tourtured), and with the fact that he's been through a lot are (to me anyway) his redeeming qualities. I also like his bad boy attitude, it adds drama and makes him interesting! AndI love bad boys (when I read and with redeeming qualaties) because I like the when you read you get to see it all (the good and the bad) where as in life (sadly) you can't look into someone's memories or read their thoughts/ see their intentions. How I wish I could get a metaphorical view of someone's head. (like Elana can) I'm a compassionate person and this translates over when I read. My friends have dubbed it my "hero complex." So this being said, my fave. character usually ends up dying because authors like to take a character, make you hate them, turn them good(ish), make you actually like them (sometimes love them), redeem, and then kill them! Stephenie Meyer kind of did this with Bree in Eclipse, James Patterson did this with Ari in the Maximum Ride sereis, and JK. Rowling did this with Severus Snape in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. I hate it when authors do this though it does add plot to the story. I hope this doesn't happen to...Damon because LJ. Smith would have the perfect opportunity now that he's voulnerable/human. Besides, it's predictable. Authors can be predictable and cliche sometimes but I really don't want Damon to die because he's one of my fave. characters.
moreResolved Question: I would like some Hypnosis help please.?
Hey,I would like to be able to hypnotize someone.I have asked this very same question about 3 months ago.I just wanted to say No im not doing this to try to get girl or anything.I would really like to learn how to do it.Is there any websites that have scripts I could read out loud that would put the listener into a sort of trance? I have seen actuall people who are professionals try this out on people.They use trigger words and they almost seem to get into the persons head.They suggest things like this..."Amagen there is a helium bealun tied to your arm,your arm is getting almost lighter than air,its lighter than air now and its floating into the air" I would like to be able to do this with out making a fool of my self.Please help me.And If your just ccomingto answer my question to make fun of me or anything of that way.Please just dont answer your question.
P.S.
Sorry for the spelling errors Im in a hurry and am not that good of a speller any way.But i hope you can over look that.Thanks again
moreResolved Question: Advice on my short story?
I wrote this story last summer for a homework. (I've already had my story graded, etc). I feel a bit funny about the ending; it feels kinda cheesy - I don't think it conveys the write feeling/emotion I was trying to capture.
I want people's opinions on my story (i.e. they storyline, vocabulary, descriptions, ways to improve, whether they would read it etc.)
How mature is my writing (How old do you think I was when I wrote it)?
Please don't hold back, at all. LOL.
My story:
Angel
[Bold, Italics]The chief watched as the evening’s entertainment continued, all of the tribe’s people sat around the large campfire, hypnotised by the animated dancing of the young girls. Each one was covered in markings of colourful nature, long straw veils covering their person; they danced around the fire, making sacred offerings to their sun god, Huitzilopochtli. The people were enthralled, oblivious to the chief’s obvious discomfort. He enjoyed festivals and tribal gatherings, but tonight his mind was elsewhere; preoccupied with the thought of finding her, he had to find her tonight.
His eyes wandered over the dancers, soaking in every tiny detail; their movement, the shade of their skin, to the fullness of their lips. He searched for perfection in the form of a human, too young to understand the impurities of the world, untouched by the hand of man. His eyes drifted onto her and they could not move. Her golden skin reflected a vast array of shattered rays back at the evening sun, her eyes darker than the night’s sky, and her full lips enclosing every word of the prayer chant and releasing them in song, like trapped nightingales released from their cages. She was the one.[Bold, Italics end]
The dance was reaching its climax, when the chief abruptly waved his hand, gesturing everything to come to a halt. Had we displeased him? I could only hope not, as he ordered silence. Everyone fell quiet, waiting for a response, but nothing came. Slowly, his eyes came to me, and there they were set; he looked entranced as he watched me, in a deep, attentive stare. It was me; I knew I’d done something wrong, what had I done wrong? I quickly plummeted into frantic despair, as again he waved his hand, this time at me. He called for me to come hither; I kneeled down, reeking of fear, and took a nervous step forward, and then another, and then another – until I cowered beneath him. Two elders placed an extravagant headdress upon me and left. I looked around, everyone, including my parents avoided my helpless stare; it was then when I knew something was wrong.
It all happened so quickly, I can barely recall; tribal priests surrounded me, from all corners and chanted, getting louder and louder until they were roaring, I was now more frightened than ever before – I was petrified! I saw parents grabbing their children and slowly backing away into the night, until they were nothing but a tiny mark in the great desert expanse; at this time I realised two things: the first being the night’s entertainment was unquestionably over, the second – this evening had not been for the sole intention of celebrating the victories of the sun god conquering evil, but of a more foreboding intendment.
The chief was carried back to his hut, he had served his purpose. If he didn’t want to witness this, then I definitely didn’t, but had I a choice? The chanting stopped and in a blur of movement I was grabbed, I struggled fiercely – I wasn’t going down without a fight; they realised this, so decided to ‘keep me quiet’. The high priest’s hands wrapped tightly around my neck, constricting my breathing until I could breathe no more. The world around me dulled, and the last thing I saw, before I fell into cool, black waters of nothingness, was the deep, red setting sun.
I opened my eyes to . . . darkness? Was I even awake? I quickly came to recognise that I was – I felt the pulsating bruises on my neck. What had happened? The memory of last night – was it last night? – came flooding back to me. My lips trembled with rage and my veins filled with fire at the taunting memory; it all made sense now. I was trapped.
Looking around the dark room, I felt empty – the anger was quick to pass. The cold, hard floor, the overwhelming, mephitic stench and the claustrophobic feel to the room all meant nothing. I just wanted to go home. I didn’t understand why they had chosen me, and for what purpose – I had never committed a crime, I was practically invisible to all (apart from my dear friend, Raka) and I would never dare disobey the gods; I was the ‘good’ one! I sat wallowing in my own misery, when what I assume to be the door, thrust open. Light flooded through the room, washing each surface with a pallid white colour; I was blinded by the brightness of the light, I shielded my eyes. They had come to seize me.
I was dragged outside into the searing hot sun, I was dragged further and further until my knees were raw and I had lost all sense feAAAH!!! I CAN'T POST THE WHOLE OF MY STORY!!! What to do??!!!!! Am so sorry, that's just the intro. GRRR....[Here goes: Story cont.] I was dragged outside into the searing hot sun, I was dragged further and further until my knees were raw and I had lost all sense of feeling. The sun burnt my naked back and scalded my arms; physically, I felt dead. At this point, I was too tired to struggle, grunt or event try to defend myself, so I complied with each and every one of their commands. Soon we arrived; where? – I had no idea. The sight before me was breathtaking, majestic to say the least – had I been here for any other reason I would have fallen to my knees in awe, but even as the golden steps broke the sun’s rays into a million different colours and bathed me in a shimmering light, I knew I was here for a more sinister purpose.
Could it be? The sacred temple of Huitzilopochtli, is only a legend, surely? I could not believe the sight before me, yet there it was, towering over me – mocking me with its truly tremendous size. [Story continues].[Story cont.]I gazed into the sky, but I could not see the ending of this pyramid; the steps continued into the heavens – it was unmistakably the temple of the sun god, [Italics]my[Italics end] god! I was beside myself with joy and shock, but there was also a sense of overhanging doom. I dreaded to think why I was here, but the blatant truth could not have been missed.
I had heard of many ‘legends’ of [Italics]fallen angels[Italics end] being taken away and returned unto the heavens, where they rightfully belong. They had begun a life as humans, but they ultimately served a higher purpose – to re-enter into the service of the gods. There were elaborate stories of these angels; their lives before entering this world, their disputes with demons and evil gods and their [Italics]true[Italics end]purpose. There were also accounts of their lives on Earth, how when their time came, many would try to hide them, to disguise them, but eventually they were found; [Story cont.][Cont.] but eventually they were found; no one can hide from the gods. These perpetrators of injustice were demons on Earth, and were often slaughtered; intriguingly these people were ‘mothers’, ‘fathers’, ‘friends’ and ‘siblings’ of the [Italics]angels[Italics end]. I was numb as I was dragged upwards along the steep, sharp steps of the pyramid; I felt the excruciating pain, but inside I felt barren. The harrowing thought of the [Italics]angels[Italics end] would not leave me.
[Italics]“Mumtez, you idle child, what are you doing?”
“Mummy, I’m building wings so I can fly to heaven!”
“Wings? Heaven can only be reached through death.”
“Death?”[Italics end]
The crimson fluid trickled through the gaps of my fingers, as the masked women continued to bathe me in a gentle fashion; I was to be ‘purified’. Deep in the heart of the pyramid – I was ‘privileged’ to be here, although I certainly didn’t feel that way. [Cont.][Cont.] I lay immersed in thought, unperturbed by the disturbing events surrounding my circumstance. I knew of my fate, and it set my mind at a slight ease – a very slight ease. I smirked, as the image of myself at a younger age flashed before me; I was building ‘wings’, to ‘fly’ to heaven. Even as a child, I was preoccupied with the thought of reaching heaven, and as I approached thirteen, it was still my ultimate goal – how naïve I was. Ironically, three days ago, had I been presented with this opportunity of heaven, I would have immediately consented. However, under these horrific eventualities, I felt [Italics]very[Italics end] different.
I was lifted out of the bejewelled basin, dripping with fresh blood – most likely new born goats’ blood. Memories of Raka came cascading back; he had shown me sights I could never have dreamed of, he had taught me about the world and showed me affection when I had craved it most. [Cont.][Cont.] My family cared very little about my wellbeing, my father and brothers all ruthless, savage hunters; Raka was different. He was harsh, for the most part, fierce and almost as ruthless as my father, but he [Italics]had[Italics end] to be; he was a hunter. I remembered a time when I came across a pool of vibrant vermillion, I almost screamed in terror, for I thought a tribe’s man had been murdered; Raka simply laughed at my evident ‘naïveté’, and told me it was too diluted and too bright to be human blood, apparently, it was fresh, as the sun had not congealed it yet – it would take a few hours to do so. His knowledge astounded me. I loved him ever so, like a brother he was to me; he was the closest to my heart and I was almost certain it was mutual, although he rarely made it obvious.
As I sat in isolation waiting for the hour, I heard the ravens up ahead – oh how lucky they were, with the freedom to do as they pleaded.[Cont.][Cont.] I felt a warm glow, slowly engulfing me in itself, until I felt like I was drowning within it. A dim shaft of light had broken through a circular gap situated in the centre of the pyramid and flooded throughout, announcing the break of dawn; it was time.
Looking down from the summit of the pyramid, my eyes swept over all of the tribe’s people – they had gathered to observe my ‘noble death’. How could something so horrific be for such a divine cause? My question was answered with the quick realisation of my own insignificance in this world; this would be the ultimate sacrifice, but it was my duty. So as I was forced to prostrate before the gods, I did so without even flinching, I lowered my head upon my own accord and I was . . . ready – until I laid eyes on him.
Raka. Raka was here – and he was fuming, he was shaking with anger and as I caught his eye, I saw the grief too. [Cont.][Cont. New Para.] They slit my throat, allowing three small gleaming droplets of red to be released. I could hear the chanting and praying, as I watched him, but that didn’t concern me; I saw the torment in his eyes, nothing could have hurt more. I prayed, with all of my heart, that he wouldn’t do anything to endanger himself, and that was my final thought.
[Italics]She was watching me when it happened, looking into my eyes. A surge of anger passed through me in the form of a bolt of lightning; I would have killed them – all of them . . . but I didn’t. I couldn’t. She would not have wanted that.[Italics end]
[Bold, Italics]She felt the calm, as her heart laid to rest and her soul escaped her; she was finally at rest. [Bold, Italics end]
Thanks for taking the time to read it!
moreResolved Question: Update! Politics..life, Bad things.. evil?
For a while I began to think David Nimrod Klims may have been some kind of scam to scare people into being Republican. Recent clues and happenings in the world have me thinking or shall I say believing otherwise. Think about all the scary problems :( that our world of countries has been suffering! Earthquakes, war, abortions, germicides, creations of cars that are future like! Well I'm just thinking you know.. electric cars may be good, but I sometimes think they may be creating those so we can get electrocuted in the rain. ?
Any how, this has to be a result of the Nimro. He's evil, and probably really mad about people being mean to the president. I however do like the president, but I am Republican.
Obama is a nice man though. I can see that. But people need to really stop being mean to people who are trying to help other people because then evil people who are really evil are going to help cause problems if they have the ability to. Nimro Klims has been known to possess evil abilities. I know that sounds redickulous but I really know it is true. If people can hypnotize others then I know he can possess, like has been said. So please people be nice to our president and help support him for the good things for the Nimro may possess our souls.
Thank you, and please only nice people reply. I'm not insane I'm just a good person and I'm worried.
moreResolved Question: How can I improve my writing style?
Stan felt that again. It was a rush of a wanting to do wrong, to do treachery, to do evil, and at times, to kill. A feeling of immersion went through him, as if being swallowed by an ocean – an ocean of temptation. His body emitted a dark aura, and it became more ripped and muscular. Although he was becoming stronger by the moment, his face assumed pain.
“Argh!” Stan shouted.
Trees around him moved as the night wind penetrated through the maze of the lonely, black forest. The wind quickened.
Stan’s eyes perceived anger and hatred as the feeling consumed him even more.
Wings grew on his back; they were similar to that of an angel’s, but black.
Then Stan saw a man approach in a black coat with the same wings. The leaves crackled as the coated man walked.
The man paused in front of Stan, stopping the sound of leaves. He said after a while, “So, you must be the son of…” what the man said after that was a blur to Stan.
Stan found himself saying, “Yes. That is I.”
“Do you wish to return to the Demon Realm?”
“Never,” and then after Stan said that, he blacked out.
Made of wood, the classroom glowed orange from the searing sun. Stan, meanwhile, sat with a disinterested expression while a teacher droned: “…even for the best of us, the element of fire is hard to control because…”
The wingless Stan looked outside. The streets that bordered one-story, and elementary school-sized Reymour Academy – the magic school Stan attended – were usually calm and quiet because of its distance from the busy, noisy, and crammed ports with large wooden ships.
“Stan,” the teacher said.
No response.
“Excuse me, Stan.”
Stan jerked and looked at the teacher, “I’m sorry.”
“Get on track, please.”
Stan nodded, and then the teacher walked away and continued the lecture: “As I was saying, although the technique looks hard…”
The bored student sneaked a peek to his left to see a male student that seemed to be entranced in the lecture, as if he were hypnotized. That student’s eyes looked serious and demanding. “More information, more information,” was what the eyes of this person conveyed.
Why might this he want to learn so much?
The door to the classroom slammed open. To Stan, the room seemed to shake.
“Sorry!” said the one who opened the door.
It was a girl.
The class chattered amongst themselves, “Hey, who is that?” “Is that a new student?” “She looks fine.”
“Tardy,” the teacher said, and then the class immediately silenced to the point you could hear a feather drop. The lecturer continued with a sudden and surprising kindness, “But perhaps I can make an excuse for you. Welcome. This is Kina, class. Here, take a seat next to Stan, that spiky haired guy over there.”
Spiky hair raised his hand lazily.
When Kina fixed herself in the seat the teacher directed her to, Stan noticed a long scar down her arm – as if she were cut by a sword. It looked like to Stan that that wound was permanent – it would never fully heal; it was a scar for life.
“Now,” the teacher said, “Shall we continue?”
After the teacher has dismissed the class, Stan was about to burst for the door, and then someone halted him: “Stan, please come here.”
The student stopped, turned, and slowly walked to his caller. The teacher beckoned Stan to sit down next to him.
Stan sat and stared at his teacher’s deep eyes.
“Yes, Teacher Harold?” Stan asked.
Harold sat back, took a breath, and then said, “Do you know the event that occurred in the forest 5 years ago?”
“Yes.”
“I will give it in more detail: a body of a demon – this is what you know so far – was found. However, this demon seemed to be of a high rank in its hierarchy, and was immensely powerful. Just how this demon died – we’re not sure.
“However, some people of our good town Orange claim they witnessed two flying demons fighting a few days before we found the dead one. The first was the demon that died – he wore a long, black coat, and had black wings. The other looked young, and had wings too.”
Stan asked, “Why are you telling me this?”
Harold leaned forward and put a serious look on his face, “Do you know anything about it?”
“No. I do not,” Stan responded bluntly.
Harold relaxed in his chair and looked at Stan as if expecting his student to pounce on him. A silence followed. A while after, Harold said, “Fine. You can go.”
Stan walked out without saying a farewell.
moreResolved Question: Australians, what is your stance on life insurance ads.?
In Australia, on free to air TV, we are CONSTANTLY BOMBARDED with 2 minute timeslots of Funeral ads, life insurance ads and income protections ads. All pretty much the same company.
In each of these 2 minutes timeslots there is a guy WITH THE MOST IRRITATING SYMPATHETIC TONE OF VOICE who convinces people that they are the worst most hated people in the world if they don't have funeral cover, life insurance or income cover. Heres a little example of the scare tactics they use...
Sympathetic annoying SOB: 'Kids, where does money come from?'
Kid: Uh..the workers.
AUDIENCE: Awwwwwwww
Sympathetic stupid SOB: Remember when life seemed so simple?
AUDIENCE: Awwwwwwww
Sympathetic a**hole SOB: Imagine how your family would cope if you died...
AUDIENCE: Oh dear, I'm a big a**hole and loser to my helpless family, my wife and kids will hate me forever and sh*t on my grave because I didn't have a funeral protection plan.
Look i know this sounds a bit crazy but believe me the australians will understand this. (And if i ever meet that sympathetic a**hole down the street he won't know what hit him...)
I say BOMBARDMENT in capitals because it IS. Everyday, you see at least 2-3 of these ads. Same sencarios, same company, different presentation.
Asides from wanting to choke this guy, does anyone else think this is completely morally wrong?
Readers of R&S: But life insurance IS important Moonlight Wolf, you obviously don't work.
I agree, life insurance is important, but when you see these SCAM ads every HALF AN HOUR with SYMPATHETIC LOSER making every person who earns any kind of money feel like a big fat letdown on their family and their kids, it gets SLIGHTLY ANNOYING after 2 OR 3 YEARS!!
oh and heres the finishing touch...A FREE WILL KIIT with every plan taken out, how pathetic and morally wrong is that? Just..GRRRR
Still not convinced? Unfortunately i have browsed for about half an hour and still not found a video of the current guy. Good thing to, he would probably hypnotise you with his annoying sympathetic voice that drives everyone crazy.
Now to make this a question.
Does anyone else think this is morally wrong? To use scare tactics to scam people out of money? Or making them feel awful because the ad says their kid won't be able to go to school because you were a big baddy and got cancer at the worst time and they hate you for it?
(yes i posted this before, but in the last hanf an hour theres been about 20 more people logging in to R&S)
moreResolved Question: Australians, do you think that the current BOMBARDMENT of LIFE INSURANCE ads is MORALLY WRONG!?
Ok, Yes, this is a rant. For all you americans and Uk'ers who may not know what I'm talking about, here's a little history background.
In Australia, on free to air TV, we are CONSTANTLY BOMBARDED with 2 minute timeslots of Funeral ads, life insurance ads and income protections ads. All pretty much the same company.
In each of these 2 minutes timeslots there is a guy WITH THE MOST IRRITATING SYMPATHETIC TONE OF VOICE who convinces people that they are the worst most hated people in the world if they don't have funeral cover, life insurance or income cover. Heres a little example of the scare tactics they use...
Sympathetic annoying SOB: 'Kids, where does money come from?'
Kid: Uh..the workers.
AUDIENCE: Awwwwwwww
Sympathetic stupid SOB: Remember when life seemed so simple?
AUDIENCE: Awwwwwwww
Sympathetic a**hole SOB: Imagine how your family would cope if you died...
AUDIENCE: Oh dear, I'm a big a**hole and loser to my helpless family, my wife and kids will hate me forever and sh*t on my grave because I didn't have a funeral protection plan.
Look i know this sounds a bit crazy but believe me the australians will understand this. (And if i ever meet that sympathetic a**hole down the street he won't know what hit him...)
I say BOMBARDMENT in capitals because it IS. Everyday, you see at least 2-3 of these ads. Same sencarios, same company, different presentation.
Asides from wanting to choke this guy, does anyone else think this is completely morally wrong?
Readers of R&S: But life insurance IS important Moonlight Wolf, you obviously don't work.
I agree, life insurance is important, but when you see these SCAM ads every HALF AN HOUR with SYMPATHETIC LOSER making every person who earns any kind of money feel like a big fat letdown on their family and their kids, it gets SLIGHTLY ANNOYING after 2 OR 3 YEARS!!
oh and heres the finishing touch...A FREE WILL KIIT with every plan taken out, how pathetic and morally wrong is that? Just..GRRRR
Still not convinced? Unfortunately i have browsed for about half an hour and still not found a video of the current guy. Good thing to, he would probably hypnotise you with his annoying sympathetic voice that drives everyone crazy.
Now to make this a question.
Does anyone else think this is morally wrong? To use scare tactics to scam people out of money? Or making them feel awful because the ad says their kid won't be able to go to school because you were a big baddy and got cancer at the worst time and they hate you for it?
moreResolved Question: How are you around new people?
I'm really uncomfortable around new people. Because I don't know what to say most of the time. I've always known that I'm a shy person. I didn't mind when I was younger when people would comment. But now that I'm 22, I do care. I want to improve. I just moved to and currently live in NYC where most people I meet are extra enegetic while I'm not, and I'm so not used to when people would ask me "hey! How are you?" and then leave. Or ask me the same querry when we just saw each other yesterday. I just feel it's so fake.I prefer if they would just greet me with a "hey".
And when sometimes, when I feel confident, apparently I still give the shy vibe. I remember when I was in HS, I recited at one time, then my teacher said" (my name) seldom talks, but she also contributes something. And I was like thinking to myself, ok what's that all about. I didn't realize that I was perceived quiet.
Then sometimes, when I feel a person's going to engage in a conversation with me, I feel trapped and want to leave. I don't want to talk sometimes because it might end up talking about jobs or where I live and just personal stuff. I'm just uncomfortable talking about these things. What do I do about this?
So anyways, after a conversation, I feel stupid because I didn't say much. Like when I'm at a gym this woman would say to me, wow the weather's crazy, and I would just say yeah I know right? Then that's it. There"s a palpable silence and awkwardness. What am I supposed to say after. I'm really trying to talk to people now, like before when I see my instructor I would usually pretend that I didn't see her, so to avoid the awkward greetings. But now I called out to her in the street, and for a moment we just looked and smiled at each other. Then she said how is it going? Then I said "I'm going home now, uh, bye!" dammit! I've been trying ever since I realized my problem, but I still falter from time to time.
I really want to befriend people, but it doesn't come natural to me. And I feel like most people here are fakes, I sometimes focus on their body language, and when I detect fakeness, I just feel uncomfortable and unconfident.
I see other people just able to initiate and sustain a conversation, and I'm so impressed.
I have no problem maintaining eye contact, I just don't know what to say really. Sometimes, I stare too much into their eyes, that I get hypnotized haha. No kidding, like I forget to listen to what they're saying.
And also, don't you guys ever feel like for example you're in a certain group and someone's giving u a special treatment, and when you actually go talk to that person, it's like he or she doesn't know you. It drives me crazy.
So, how do u guys deal with it?
moreResolved Question: Mental decline, no motivation, ... is it a mental illness? I need advice.?
I have declined so much over the past 2.5 years, and I want to know what is happening to me and what I should do about it.
I am 22 years old (female), was always a high achiever, had scholarships, and I am now in grad school in a very prestigious program. 3 years ago I had depression and I recovered on prozac within a year. However, I came out a different person and the change was for the worse.
For the past 2.5 years, I have suffered from:
Severe lack of motivation
Severe paralysis of action
Time wasting and losing track of time (generally doing nothing all day)
I am very Isolated (the only person I interact with is my isolated boyfriend)
Bad concentration
Dependence of my boyfriend for even little things like telling me it is time to eat
Mental decline (I feel that my brain is just not as present... I am not as sharp as I used to be)
I get a great feeling from completing tasks if I manage to do it. Even taking a shower or finishing 1 problem on an assignment or heating a meal gives me a great sense of accomplishment. Yet, it takes me forever for me to start the next "task". I feel almost hypnotized and too mentally passive most of the time, and like I am watching time go by. Setting long term goals and working towards them are way beyond me right now. I AM SCARED. I AM WASTING MY LIFE.
What do you think is the cause of all this? Is it a mental illness, or is it something most people go through but learn how to conquer? And either way, can you give me advice on what to do about it?So I "caught" ADD is the last 2.5 years? I was fine before that.
moreResolved Question: What do you think of the first chapter of my book?
I wrote this as the first chapter to a book I would like to write. Please, don't feel the need to be nice. I can take criticism.
1—Hypnotism?
How do we know this whole thing isn’t one big hypnotism? Here, I think I’m sitting on my friend’s roof hiding from her dad, since he doesn’t know I’m living here. What if I’m really on stage entertaining an audience? Wouldn’t that be nice? I wouldn’t be living here—in secret—because my mom kicked me out due to my being an 18-year-old alcoholic, drug addict who can’t manage to keep her ass out of jail. “For my next trick, she’ll turn her life around.” Oh, I wish it could just be that easy. Sorry, that was probably just the three bowls of chronic thinking.
What about later when I buy another eight ball? For those of you reading this who aren’t “drug educated,” that’s meth. It can also be other “powders,” but in my case and for the sake of this story, it’s crank, glass, ice, speed. Who am I kidding? It’s meth. It doesn’t make it better to give it a cooler name. That’s not hypnotism, I do it.
What about when I have Larry drop by the liquor store to buy me another bottle tomorrow morning? Isn’t it so pathetic? I have him buy it in the morning so I can be drunk by noon and not care that I’m technically homeless. For now, that’ll be my excuse for drinking. Later it’ll be because someone pissed me off. Then, who knows what reason I’ll have. I always seem to find one. That’s not hypnotism, I live it.
There I go again. I tell myself that I wish it would be easy to quit… while I’m doing exactly what I don’t want to be doing—smoking pot on the roof waiting for my next chance to score better drugs and more alcohol. I’m not belittling the fact that it’s extremely hard to quit. I just think it would be a lot easier if I did more than say that I want to. That’s not hypnotism, I hate it.
How does it all start? I keep trying to ask myself how I got into it. I know that it started with smoking. It really is a “gateway.” Though, that usually means marijuana. My “gateway” was cigarettes. I loved the nicotine high, so I started chasing something better. I got it. I smoked Afghan-Chronic my very first time.
Mind you, marijuana is not addictive. It’s just very habit-forming. You don’t know what to do when you’re not getting high. Nothing is ever the same afterwards; no color is quite as vibrant, no noise is quite as amazing, no text message takes quite as long to send— time goes by a lot faster when you’re sober— no pizza ever tastes quite as delicious. You get the point. It’s not that it’s addictive; it’s that it is so amazing.
I don’t know what happened. I heard that THC was a mild form of Acid and I decided I needed to try that. I was too scared to hallucinate, so I chickened out. The guy said, “That’s okay. Try this instead.” He used his credit card to make two lines. He did the first one as a demonstration and I followed suit. I came to find out later—when I was begging for more—it was meth. I was 16 and it was exactly what my mom didn’t want me to be doing. Naturally, I loved it.
When you go to a lot of parties, you start to drink. Aside from the time that I have been in juvie-hall and jail, I haven’t gone a day without a drink since my 16th birthday. I’m not proud of it, but that’s pretty much who I am. The second time I went to jail (and my fourth alcohol ticket) my mom told me not to bother coming home.
That’s how I got on this roof, smoking this chronic, hiding from Mariah’s dad, thinking about whether or not I’m hypnotized. I’ve been sleeping on their couch, but I have to be out by 6 AM—when he gets up for work—and can’t be in later than 10—when he locks the door. When he is home, if I have nowhere to be, I sit on the roof. It’s already 11, so I have to sit here until I’m tired and then quietly go back through her brother, TJ’s, window and down to the couch. Their dad, Bryin, is pretty much the only person who doesn’t know what’s happening.
That’s mostly true. They think I’ve stopped drinking, smoking, and doing drugs all together. That’s kind of a laugh to me. As badly as I want to stop, I don’t think I ever will. I’ve cut back a lot. I haven’t snorted the wonderful powder for almost two days. I know that sounds pathetic, but try going through withdrawals and being homeless. It doesn’t work, so I don’t try to make it.
I’ve considered just asking if we can have a “sleepover” so that I can go through the withdrawals on their couch and get it over with. I really would like to stop with the crank. I want to have a respectable job and a family one day. That’s not exactly a drug-friendly dream.
Back to my question… How do we know this isn’t just one big hypnotism? For that matter, it could just be a long dream, or a hallucination. What if I’m mentally insane and just sitting at a coffee shop mumbling incoherently to myself, all the while thinking I’m leading a life? Not a good one, but a life nonetheless. I would have a crowd of people gathered around trying to
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