Window Covering

Arts & Craft project for old wooden window shutters? I picked up these old wooden window shutters, though they don't fit any of my windows I still want to transform them for other decorative use. Can anyone offer any suggestions and technics on how to transform these shutters?

how much do you figure old wooden window shutters would be worth in good shape say 60x16? someone is looking to buy them , but i want to see how much u should sell them for per shutter.

will it protect my wooden window shutters if I silicon polish over the paint? I have just painted all of them and I would rather not do it again for a few years! Around here the shutter paint is damaged more by the strong sun than cold weather. thanks g.o.d. I had noticed that some colour cars do not rust as much as others, in particular brown or yellow Minis. Your comment about different pigments explains it.

Anybody know of any company in the US for interior wooden window shutters to import to Ireland? I read an article recently but lost it of someone who did this from the US and even with shipping costs it was far cheaper to do it this way.

How do I build Wooden Interior Window Shutters? I just need a website or something that has a visual step by step process on how to build shutters.

How to remove internal window shutters? My house had installed wooden window shutters that appear to be attached with small tacks and glue. How can I remove these myself?

how to make wooden window shutters?

Where can I buy wooden interior shutters cheap? I have a small window in my bathroom and wanted to put some adjustable wooden shutters on the window. I looked at Lowes and Home Depot but you have to have them ordered and they cost about $50 for a small window.

Are wooden shutters a good way to insulate from draughts? My metal double glassed windows are draughty and can't think how to draugh proof them. I like the look of wooden shutters but I was wondering if they will be efficient keeping the draught away. I am open to other solutions too.

need idea on what to do with old window shutters? I am remodeling a lakefront cabin, I need ideas on what to do with old wooden shudders that I will not be reusing on windows. I also need a unique theme for my screened in porch. Any ideas?

i have two pairs of old wooden shutters. what should i reuse them for? So... i have two old sets of wooden shutters. I feel bad throwing them away. I think they are so cool. I would love to reuse them in some way. I am making a playroom.. and i was thinking of making a window inside the playroom and it being a window,,, But does that make no sense? A window with shutters indoors? Then I read you could build a shelf but i don't know if i could do that... not that handy! any other cool ideas out there?? i would love to hear them! 10 points to best answer I promise

I love the look of wooden shutters in a home. Does anyone have an idea of how much it could cost? if i had it done to 4 medium sized windows? Also, is there a way I could do it myself?

Can I use internal wooden shutters with balcony doors? The doors open outwards so that will not be a problem but there are windows on either side of the door so I am wondering where the panels will go when opened to accomodate getting out the door.

I have light blue in my living room and a bay window. What color should I use for my curtains? I have this bay window facing a busy street which calls for privacy especially at night. I am to the point of hating bay windows because I don't know what to use on it. Can I use cafe curtains? My windows are the crank out type so that rules out wooden shutters. Any suggestions before I use a sludge hammer on the window?

HOW TO REPAINT WOODEN SHUTTERS? I have wooden exterior shutters that are white and peeling, I want to paint them black since the trim around the windows is white (which I need to repaint as well), but I do not know the first thing about shutters can some help me starting with how to take them down and what all to use?

Plantation/ wooden Shutters for your home? I really like the look of plantation shutters. I plan to intall some for my kitchen / family room. I have a small balcony that the shutter guy says he can place sliding wooden shutters on too. It will look fab! However, I was in for a sticker shock after he quoted me the price. How much should I expect to pay for plantation wooden shutters on a balcony door, 2 large windows (70" x 58" inches), and 2 smaller windows (10" x 58" inches)? Real wood, lifetime warranty, from a very well-reputable place in the united states that specializes in wooden shutters (not home depot or Lowes, or places like that).

window privacy? this is silly but i am trying to find out the name and where to buy these wooden shutters type things for windows-they sit on the window sil and cover at least half of the window-letting light through the top-they dont hand from the top like any type of blinds. Hopefully someone can help-thanks for the feedback!

How to cover up a shower window? We just moved into our house a few months ago and there is a window in the shower of our bathroom that has been sided over and they covered it with wooden shutters. Not only are the shutters ugly but they get molded from the water splashing on them. We want to make a mosaic out of glass tile to cover up the window and replace the shutters but have no idea where to start. If anyone has had experience doing this or has went through the same problem any help at all would be appreciated! =] Sorry I guess I should have said that when they resided the house they closed off that window so I just want to make it look better and keep away the mold and mildew.

Anyone have plans for DIY Bahama shutters? I'm not looking for storm rated shutters which cost $300-$450 a window. I'm just looking for that type of look for as cheap as possible. I was wondering if there is a way to modify cheap wooden shutters or louvered doors from Home Depot/Lowes. I Googled everything I could think of and only came up with complete woodworking plans. I'm good with tools but I don't have all the woodworking equipment to handle complete fabrication. I was hoping to find shutter kits of some kind. Any ideas? Thanks!

What culture or time period were these windows popular? And what keywords should I look up on google to find pictures of them? They have like, a diamond/lattice type thing covering the glass, and there are two wooden shutter flap things. (kind of like the top window in this gingerbread house: http://withsugarontopcookies.com/images/gingerbread_house.gif) They always make me think of fairy tale cottages and stuff. And what was the architectural style?

Beige siding, brown roof, georgian brick front door...what colour for shutters? We have a very tall 2 storey saltbox that is beige, has a brown roof and a georgian brick front door. The attached garage has been painted the same as the beige siding. Presently there are very narrow wooden shutters on the home, but with the height of the home, plus it being up on a hill, they look like popsicle sticks! What colour shutters do you think would look nice, we most likely will be going with the plastic...there are 9 long windows and 2 short windows that we would need to change. Also on top of each window right now is a light brown "crown" over the window (a 2x6 with trim) these we are thinking of painting white. They have to stay there, when I repainted our house numbers I noticed that the siding had faded and it would be noticeable. Thanks in advance for your input! This note is for Sheila, I love that photo you included, but I am not sure how the gray would look, our beige is a lighter shade of beige. Is this something I could play around with or is it a program you have? Thanks for your input, I never would of thought of gray. i am going to try and add a photo thru flickr www.flickr.com/photos/29452767@N04/4953795847/... http://flic.kr/p/8xKuVe http://www.flickr.com/photos/29452767@N04/4953795837/in/photostream/ sorry not computer savy if this does not work!

Confused on these interior shutters? Someone gave us some wooden interior shutters and they're really nice, but they're short. We have very tall windows. They fit in width, but only cover up the bottom half of the windows. They look fine, but I would like the top half covered up too because someone could still look in (I'm paranoid, we live in town). What do people normally pair with these? Curtains? Valance? Should I just leave it as it is?

What's the architctural trim piece above a window or door called? You see this detail mostly on cottages, but not always....usually on windows with shutters. It's very common but we don't know what it's called. It's like a little wooden "ledge" piece, part of the trim, above windows and doors? Thanks. I want to order on-line, if possible. I probably didn't describe it adequately, but it is like decorative molding on top of windows and doors. Basically, it just looks like a piece of crown molding that you would use inside, except it is trimmed to angle-out at the corners. I see it everywhere and yet no one seems to know what it's called or where it can be purchased or ordered.

My friend and I are in spain on holiday and we think we saw a ghost, do you think this was a ghost or person? we were walking through the town and went to a place where you can see some scrap wood ect which we went to see because there are many cats and kittens there. While we were looking, my friend saw a face looking out of the window and said to me that someone was watching us. I took an extremely quick glance without turning my head much so she wouldn't see me looking and she looked terrifying. Even though it was night, the house was completely dark and the only reason we saw her face was because of the lights outside. The face looked Grey in the darkness with extremely black eyes, just staring at us. it didn't look very living human like, but that might have been the light, although I doubt it. We left quickly as it was very freaky, we went down a hill so we could see her without her seeing us. We were able to see the window again and she was gone, house still in complete darkness. We went home and went there the next day (today) and all the windows had wooden shutter/ door things closed on them in the middle of the day, which must have blocked out all light. Strange that during the night the windows are open with no lights on and in the day the light is actually blocked out... I would normally call it a strange person, but I was SO freaked out when I saw it, it was like something out of a horror movie, a bit like the grudge... Seeing her gave me a weird creeped out feeling... So what do you think, ghost or VERY strange person?

Dog that has been left alone while at work during the day, all of a sudden is clawing at door and windows.? 9-yr. old Shitzu has always been fine while left during the day while at work. However, the past 6 wks. has been causing damage by turning over tables, knocking things off tables, assuming to get at windows. Has managed to get on top of chair in order to reach a high window and has destroyed its wooden shutters; on another day even clawed her way through the screen and jumped out of the window which was a 6-7 ft. drop; luckily neighbor found her and took her in. She is fine while at home or at neighbors. Have started her on Rx for anxiety and plan to crate. Realize that age might be one of the reasons. Any other explanations as to what would be causing this behavior and/or any more suggestions how to handle.

Color choices for remodeling? I have an approximately 1100sq ft home with white wooden shutters on all of the windows. I am going to be replacing the carpet with a very light colored maple wood laminate flooring. I also will need to get a leather sofa, love seat and computer desk, etc eventually. With the window coverings white and the floor very light colored, what colors should I get for the other furniture? My end tables, dining room table and hutch and bedroom dresser set with mirror are a light brown color. I inherited these from my Mother, and would like to continue using them. Any suggestions or links? Thank you for answering!

What colour should i paint my room? I'm thinking about painting my room soon but i can't decide what colour i want it to be so i was hoping someone could give me some good ideas. My room is pretty big, and has a huge window so it's usually really bright inside. I have wooden floors and pretty much all my furniture is black and i have white shutters so i guess pretty much any colour would match. I really like bright colours like red, violet and green. I want the room to be fun and trendy, so what do you think? Thanks in advance :)

I have 8 sets of brown 4in.shutters,wood floors, want to do walls in warm gold/yellow/orange help pleasel? i have lots of light with a catherdral window. The room is big with leather brown geat sofa, two leather chairs all compliamenting with an area carpet in black, orange, green and and golds great carpet...the room had a great wooden mantal and fireplace but the paint will be the thing that pulls it together...all the pieces are great...two ivory wingback lounge chairs two downback olive club chairs like i say the paint will need to pull it together and not let the dark brown shutter take over...I want shutters to blend not be focal and i thing the strength of the carpet will help along with a coffee table that i need..but i know what i want..square and functional no glass...lighting is good with dimmers and atmosphere again help with the paint colour

consecutive criticism? Prologue: The silent cold night fell upon the icy path which mingled through the forest of Glamber. A sage waited with an small scouting party. The creatures of the dark waited for a few moment before the guardians would come. The foul air’s smell felt lightened as the dwarf first came into view, the human and elves behind them. All of them alert and protecting the high elf. A arrow would pierce the skulk of any soldier, but the high elf was so much stronger, than your ordinary warrior. One mistake and the attempt would leave the sage and his men dead. He focused his magic onto one arrow and muttered, “Fire it in the skull of the high elf.” The arrow flew through the air and made it mark upon the high elf’s head. Instantly the magic of the sage took effect. The elf grabbed the horses gray hair he fell to the left side of his horse and began to draw his last breaths. All of the guardian looked at his chest raising for the last time. The high elf was no more than a mere memory for he had passed on. The guardians scrambled to readjust themselves to the current threat did they not release that the sage and force could easily destroy them like a hot knife passing through butter. The sage was hungry and thirsty and desired the blood of the guard to quench his thirst. His teeth shone in the darkness though his dark body did not even show in the darkness. He divide out sword first into the guard slicing the remaining elves heads right off. His scouting party followed and attacked the weak dwarves and humans. Chapter 1: Rain pounded on the little gray hut on the outskirts of the village. Ace the vampire awakened the sound of the drizzle had been awaking him from sleep every fifteen minutes until he decided he had slept enough. He got up and off his dark bed and walked to the single window in his house, he opened the wooden shutters that blocked the wind and rain from coming in. Ace stared outside to the forest his world had utterly changed in the last year from living in the palace of Razacdoom to a small hut where he barely made enough to buy meat for himself. Ace was royalty but when his father had died everything had changed his brother had taken the throne and Ace was thrown out. not edited for grammer and spelling

I need your Help A.S.A.P with my story? Prologue: The silent cold night fell upon the icy path which mingled through the forest of Glamber. A sage waited with an small scouting party. The creatures of the dark waited for a few moment before the guardians would come. The foul air’s smell felt lightened as the dwarf first came into view, the human and elves behind them. All of them alert and protecting the high elf. A arrow would pierce the skull of any soldier, but the high elf was so much stronger, than your ordinary warrior. One mistake and the attempt would leave the sage and his men dead. He focused his magic onto one arrow and muttered, “Fire it in the skull of the high elf.” The arrow flew through the air and made it mark upon the high elf’s head. Instantly the magic of the sage took effect. The elf grabbed the horses gray hair he fell to the left side of his horse and began to draw his last breaths. All of the guardian looked at his chest raising for the last time. The high elf was no more than a mere memory for he had passed on. The guardians scrambled to readjust themselves to the current threat did they not release that the sage and force could easily destroy them like a hot knife passing through butter. The sage was hungry and thirsty and desired the blood of the guard to quench his thirst. His teeth shone in the darkness though his dark body did not even show in the darkness. He divide out sword first into the guard slicing the remaining elves heads right off. His scouting party followed and attacked the weak dwarves and humans. Chapter 1: Rain pounded on the little gray hut on the outskirts of the village. Ace the vampire awakened the sound of the drizzle had been awaking him from sleep every fifteen minutes until he decided he had slept enough. He got up and off his dark bed and walked to the single window in his house, he opened the wooden shutters that blocked the wind and rain from coming in. Ace stared outside to the forest his world had utterly changed in the last year from living in the palace of Ramondoom to a small hut where he barely made enough to buy meat for himself. Ace was royalty but when his father had died everything had changed his brother had taken the throne and Ace was thrown out. Ace still remembered it clearly Ace was staring at his fathers broken and ice cold dead body when his brother Spade had decided that he was going to be his fathers successor Ace had supported him and even stepped aside to let his brother take the throne Ace knew he wasn’t ready to be king. Ace moved towards the center of the village thinking what had he done wrong he had let his brother become the king and as a result he was living in the gutters and working at a blacksmith so that he could eat the one meal he ate every week. It was not even the meat he ate at home which was human but an animals meat. His ears sensed the change before it had happened immortal army was coming, as quick as lightening Ace tossed his head from left to right searching for the warriors. It was obvious that the army was searching for him. His brother had tried to kill him because of his fear that Ace would someday reclaim the throne which his brother held so proudly. Ace had worked hard and saved aliyak but each month the army would come and force him to move to a different area and struggle there to survive. Ace flew by a old vamp as he rushed inside of his one room hut. He grabbed his sword and bow and the aliyak that he had saved, he had been planning to move ever since he had arrived here on a cold and gloomy night. Ace thought as he ran towards the forest of dealth. He could feel the ground shake as the army moved his way. Ace knew that Spade thought that the world revolved around him. Ace had came accustomed to Kielsian the old vampire who had said “when you move take me with you, you’re like the son I never had” even though he was not Ace’s father he was still close to Ace like a father at times even more so. Ace knew Kielsian would die for him if he needed it. They had been planning to move since the beginning now he would run to Kielsian house which was deep in the dark green forest ahead of him. He threw his body against the gate which shattered on contact Ace fell to the ground. “Kielsian” Ace yelled his face flooding with fear of the advancing army. “what’s going on?, what’s wrong Ace?, why did you break the door?” Kielsian questioned not realizing the up coming danger. His oval smiling face changed to grimace of sadness at he heard the distant rumble of the army. “I’ll get my stuff” Kielsian continued looking heart broken. “You can stay hear if you want but I gotta go, so if your not ready to move I understand” Ace said looking equally as sad. “No no spelling or grammer editing has been done what should it be named creative criticism is welcome rating out of ten

Easy 10 Points!!!!!! Would you read this? Prologue: The silent cold night fell upon the icy path which mingled through the forest of Glamber. A sage waited with an small scouting party. The creatures of the dark waited for a few moment before the guardians would come. The foul air’s smell felt lightened as the dwarf first came into view, the human and elves behind them. All of them alert and protecting the high elf. A arrow would pierce the skull of any soldier, but the high elf was so much stronger, than your ordinary warrior. One mistake and the attempt would leave the sage and his men dead. He focused his magic onto one arrow and muttered, “Fire it in the skull of the high elf.” The arrow flew through the air and made it mark upon the high elf’s head. Instantly the magic of the sage took effect. The elf grabbed the horses gray hair he fell to the left side of his horse and began to draw his last breaths. All of the guardian looked at his chest raising for the last time. The high elf was no more than a mere memory for he had passed on. The guardians scrambled to readjust themselves to the current threat did they not release that the sage and force could easily destroy them like a hot knife passing through butter. The sage was hungry and thirsty and desired the blood of the guard to quench his thirst. His teeth shone in the darkness though his dark body did not even show in the darkness. He divide out sword first into the guard slicing the remaining elves heads right off. His scouting party followed and attacked the weak dwarves and humans. Chapter 1: Rain pounded on the little gray hut on the outskirts of the village. Ace the vampire awakened the sound of the drizzle had been awaking him from sleep every fifteen minutes until he decided he had slept enough. He got up and off his dark bed and walked to the single window in his house, he opened the wooden shutters that blocked the wind and rain from coming in. Ace stared outside to the forest his world had utterly changed in the last year from living in the palace of Ramondoom to a small hut where he barely made enough to buy meat for himself. Ace was royalty but when his father had died everything had changed his brother had taken the throne and Ace was thrown out. Ace still remembered it clearly Ace was staring at his fathers broken and ice cold dead body when his brother Spade had decided that he was going to be his fathers successor Ace had supported him and even stepped aside to let his brother take the throne Ace knew he wasn’t ready to be king. Ace moved towards the center of the village thinking what had he done wrong he had let his brother become the king and as a result he was living in the gutters and working at a blacksmith so that he could eat the one meal he ate every week. It was not even the meat he ate at home which was human but an animals meat. His ears sensed the change before it had happened immortal army was coming, as quick as lightening Ace tossed his head from left to right searching for the warriors. It was obvious that the army was searching for him. His brother had tried to kill him because of his fear that Ace would someday reclaim the throne which his brother held so proudly. Ace had worked hard and saved aliyak but each month the army would come and force him to move to a different area and struggle there to survive. Ace flew by a old vamp as he rushed inside of his one room hut. He grabbed his sword and bow and the aliyak that he had saved, he had been planning to move ever since he had arrived here on a cold and gloomy night. Ace thought as he ran towards the forest of dealth. He could feel the ground shake as the army moved his way. Ace knew that Spade thought that the world revolved around him. Ace had came accustomed to Kielsian the old vampire who had said “when you move take me with you, you’re like the son I never had” even though he was not Ace’s father he was still close to Ace like a father at times even more so. Ace knew Kielsian would die for him if he needed it. They had been planning to move since the beginning now he would run to Kielsian house which was deep in the dark green forest ahead of him. He threw his body against the gate which shattered on contact Ace fell to the ground. “Kielsian” Ace yelled his face flooding with fear of the advancing army. “what’s going on?, what’s wrong Ace?, why did you break the door?” Kielsian questioned not realizing the up coming danger. His oval smiling face changed to grimace of sadness at he heard the distant rumble of the army. “I’ll get my stuff” Kielsian continued looking heart broken. “You can stay hear if you want but I gotta go, so if your not ready to move I understand” Ace said looking equally as sad. “No, I'm....coming with you, I want you to be safe, I just wasn't expecting this now" Kielsian said with a cold face. Kielsian rushed to his sword preparing to run but in case of a battle, he was prepared to fight till the end. "Lets run through the forest." said Kielsian, his face was CAN YOU ALSO RATE OUT OF TEN yeah i forgot I'm changing Vampires to Druids- 3 types: Sky Sea And Earth which can transform into anything on land/air

can you please help me with my story? Prologue: The silent cold night fell upon the icy path which mingled through the forest of Glamber. A sage waited with an small scouting party. The creatures of the dark waited for a few moment before the guardians would come. The foul air’s smell felt lightened as the dwarf first came into view, the human and elves behind them. All of them alert and protecting the high elf. A arrow would pierce the skull of any soldier, but the high elf was so much stronger, than your ordinary warrior. One mistake and the attempt would leave the sage and his men dead. He focused his magic onto one arrow and muttered, “Fire it in the skull of the high elf.” The arrow flew through the air and made it mark upon the high elf’s head. Instantly the magic of the sage took effect. The elf grabbed the horses gray hair he fell to the left side of his horse and began to draw his last breaths. All of the guardian looked at his chest raising for the last time. The high elf was no more than a mere memory for he had passed on. The guardians scrambled to readjust themselves to the current threat did they not release that the sage and force could easily destroy them like a hot knife passing through butter. The sage was hungry and thirsty and desired the blood of the guard to quench his thirst. His teeth shone in the darkness though his dark body did not even show in the darkness. He divide out sword first into the guard slicing the remaining elves heads right off. His scouting party followed and attacked the weak dwarves and humans. Chapter 1: Rain pounded on the little gray hut on the outskirts of the village. Ace the vampire awakened the sound of the drizzle had been awaking him from sleep every fifteen minutes until he decided he had slept enough. He got up and off his dark bed and walked to the single window in his house, he opened the wooden shutters that blocked the wind and rain from coming in. Ace stared outside to the forest his world had utterly changed in the last year from living in the palace of Ramondoom to a small hut where he barely made enough to buy meat for himself. Ace was royalty but when his father had died everything had changed his brother had taken the throne and Ace was thrown out. His ears sensed the change before it had happened immortal army was coming, as quick as lightening Ace tossed his head from left to right searching for the warriors. It was obvious that the army was searching for him. His brother had tried to kill him because of his fear that Ace would someday reclaim the throne which his brother held so proudly. Ace had worked hard and saved aliyak but each month the army would come and force him to move to a different area and struggle there to survive. Ace flew by a old vamp as he rushed inside of his one room hut. He grabbed his sword and bow and the aliyak that he had saved, he had been planning to move ever since he had arrived here on a cold and gloomy night. Ace thought as he ran towards the forest of dealth. He could feel the ground shake as the army moved his way. Ace knew that Spade thought that the world revolved around him. Ace had came accustomed to Kielsian the old vampire who had said “when you move take me with you, you’re like the son I never had” even though he was not Ace’s father he was still close to Ace like a father at times even more so. Ace knew Kielsian would die for him if he needed it. They had been planning to move since the beginning now he would run to Kielsian house which was deep in the dark green forest ahead of him. He threw his body against the gate which shattered on contact Ace fell to the ground. “Kielsian” Ace yelled his face flooding with fear of the advancing army. “what’s going on?, what’s wrong Ace?, why did you break the door?” Kielsian questioned not realizing the up coming danger. not edited for grammer and spelling can you provide creative criticism and a rating out on ten?

can u read this and give criticism and a rating out of ten(ten points to the one with best creative criticism)? Prologue: The silent cold night fell upon the icy path which mingled through the forest of Glamber. A sage waited with an small scouting party. The creatures of the dark waited for a few moment before the guardians would come. The foul air’s smell felt lightened as the dwarf first came into view, the human and elves behind them. All of them alert and protecting the high elf. A arrow would pierce the skulk of any soldier, but the high elf was so much stronger, than your ordinary warrior. One mistake and the attempt would leave the sage and his men dead. He focused his magic onto one arrow and muttered, “Fire it in the skull of the high elf.” The arrow flew through the air and made it mark upon the high elf’s head. Instantly the magic of the sage took effect. The elf grabbed the horses gray hair he fell to the left side of his horse and began to draw his last breaths. All of the guardian looked at his chest raising for the last time. The high elf was no more than a mere memory for he had passed on. The guardians scrambled to readjust themselves to the current threat did they not release that the sage and force could easily destroy them like a hot knife passing through butter. The sage was hungry and thirsty and desired the blood of the guard to quench his thirst. His teeth shone in the darkness though his dark body did not even show in the darkness. He divide out sword first into the guard slicing the remaining elves heads right off. His scouting party followed and attacked the weak dwarves and humans. Chapter 1: Rain pounded on the little gray hut on the outskirts of the village. Ace the vampire awakened the sound of the drizzle had been awaking him from sleep every fifteen minutes until he decided he had slept enough. He got up and off his dark bed and walked to the single window in his house, he opened the wooden shutters that blocked the wind and rain from coming in. Ace stared outside to the forest his world had utterly changed in the last year from living in the palace of Razacdoom to a small hut where he barely made enough to buy meat for himself. Ace was royalty but when his father had died everything had changed his brother had taken the throne and Ace was thrown out. this is not edited plz do not comment on spelling and grammer it's short because it's not finished

Would you read this if and comment plz? Prologue: The silent cold night fell upon the icy path which mingled through the forest of Glamber. A sage waited with an small scouting party. The creatures of the dark waited for a few moment before the guardians would come. The foul air’s smell felt lightened as the dwarf first came into view, the human and elves behind them. All of them alert and protecting the high elf. A arrow would pierce the skulk of any soldier, but the high elf was so much stronger, than your ordinary warrior. One mistake and the attempt would leave the sage and his men dead. He focused his magic onto one arrow and muttered, “Fire it in the skull of the high elf.” The arrow flew through the air and made it mark upon the high elf’s head. Instantly the magic of the sage took effect. The elf grabbed the horses gray hair he fell to the left side of his horse and began to draw his last breaths. All of the guardian looked at his chest raising for the last time. The high elf was no more than a mere memory for he had passed on. The guardians scrambled to readjust themselves to the current threat did they not release that the sage and force could easily destroy them like a hot knife passing through butter. The sage was hungry and thirsty and desired the blood of the guard to quench his thirst. His teeth shone in the darkness though his dark body did not even show in the darkness. He divide out sword first into the guard slicing the remaining elves heads right off. His scouting party followed and attacked the weak dwarves and humans. Chapter 1: Rain pounded on the little gray hut on the outskirts of the village. Ace the vampire awakened the sound of the drizzle had been awaking him from sleep every fifteen minutes until he decided he had slept enough. He got up and off his dark bed and walked to the single window in his house, he opened the wooden shutters that blocked the wind and rain from coming in. Ace stared outside to the forest his world had utterly changed in the last year from living in the place of Razacdoom to a small hut where he barely made enough to buy meat for himself. Ace was royalty but when his father had died everything had changed his brother had taken the throne and Ace was thrown out. it not edited so there grammer and spelling mistakes can you also rate it plz thanks in advance

Fantasy readers would you read this? feedback? Prologue: The silent cold night fell upon the icy path which mingled through the forest of Glamber. A sage waited with an small scouting party. The creatures of the dark waited for a few moment before the guardians would come. The foul air’s smell felt lightened as the dwarf first came into view, the human and elves behind them. All of them alert and protecting the high elf. A arrow would pierce the skulk of any soldier, but the high elf was so much stronger, than your ordinary warrior. One mistake and the attempt would leave the sage and his men dead. He focused his magic onto one arrow and muttered, “Fire it in the skull of the high elf.” The arrow flew through the air and made it mark upon the high elf’s head. Instantly the magic of the sage took effect. The elf grabbed the horses gray hair he fell to the left side of his horse and began to draw his last breaths. All of the guardian looked at his chest raising for the last time. The high elf was no more than a mere memory for he had passed on. The guardians scrambled to readjust themselves to the current threat did they not release that the sage and force could easily destroy them like a hot knife passing through butter. The sage was hungry and thirsty and desired the blood of the guard to quench his thirst. His teeth shone in the darkness though his dark body did not even show in the darkness. He divide out sword first into the guard slicing the remaining elves heads right off. His scouting party followed and attacked the weak dwarves and humans. Chapter 1: Rain pounded on the little gray hut on the outskirts of the village. Ace the vampire awakened the sound of the drizzle had been awaking him from sleep every fifteen minutes until he decided he had slept enough. He got up and off his dark bed and walked to the single window in his house, he opened the wooden shutters that blocked the wind and rain from coming in. Ace stared outside to the forest his world had utterly changed in the last year from living in the palace of Razacdoom to a small hut where he barely made enough to buy meat for himself. Ace was royalty but when his father had died everything had changed his brother had taken the throne and Ace was thrown out. it's not edited for grammer and spelling

How does this sound for a beginning? Prologue: The silent cold night fell upon the icy path which mingled through the forest of Glamber. A sage waited with an small scouting party. The creatures of the dark waited for a few moment before the guardians would come. The foul air’s smell felt lightened as the dwarf first came into view, the human and elves behind them. All of them alert and protecting the high elf. A arrow would pierce the skull of any soldier, but the high elf was so much stronger, than your ordinary warrior. One mistake and the attempt would leave the sage and his men dead. He focused his magic onto one arrow and muttered, “Fire it in the skull of the high elf.” The arrow flew through the air and made it mark upon the high elf’s head. Instantly the magic of the sage took effect. The elf grabbed the horses gray hair he fell to the left side of his horse and began to draw his last breaths. All of the guardian looked at his chest raising for the last time. The high elf was no more than a mere memory for he had passed on. The guardians scrambled to readjust themselves to the current threat did they not release that the sage and force could easily destroy them like a hot knife passing through butter. The sage was hungry and thirsty and desired the blood of the guard to quench his thirst. His teeth shone in the darkness though his dark body did not even show in the darkness. He divide out sword first into the guard slicing the remaining elves heads right off. His scouting party followed and attacked the weak dwarves and humans. Chapter 1: Rain pounded on the little gray hut on the outskirts of the village. Ace the vampire awakened the sound of the drizzle had been awaking him from sleep every fifteen minutes until he decided he had slept enough. He got up and off his dark bed and walked to the single window in his house, he opened the wooden shutters that blocked the wind and rain from coming in. Ace stared outside to the forest his world had utterly changed in the last year from living in the palace of Razacdoom to a small hut where he barely made enough to buy meat for himself. Ace was royalty but when his father had died everything had changed his brother had taken the throne and Ace was thrown out. not edited for spelling/grammer

constructive criticism and rate out of 100? Prologue: The silent cold night fell upon the icy path which mingled through the forest of Glamber. A sage waited with an small scouting party. The creatures of the dark waited for a few moment before the guardians would come. The foul air’s smell felt lightened as the dwarf first came into view, the human and elves behind them. All of them alert and protecting the high elf. A arrow would pierce the skull of any soldier, but the high elf was so much stronger, than your ordinary warrior. One mistake and the attempt would leave the sage and his men dead. He focused his magic onto one arrow and muttered, “Fire it in the skull of the high elf.” The arrow flew through the air and made it mark upon the high elf’s head. Instantly the magic of the sage took effect. The elf grabbed the horses gray hair he fell to the left side of his horse and began to draw his last breaths. All of the guardian looked at his chest raising for the last time. The high elf was no more than a mere memory for he had passed on. The guardians scrambled to readjust themselves to the current threat did they not release that the sage and force could easily destroy them like a hot knife passing through butter. The sage was hungry and thirsty and desired the blood of the guard to quench his thirst. His teeth shone in the darkness though his dark body did not even show in the darkness. He divide out sword first into the guard slicing the remaining elves heads right off. His scouting party followed and attacked the weak dwarves and humans. Chapter 1: Rain pounded on the little gray hut on the outskirts of the village. Ace the vampire awakened the sound of the drizzle had been awaking him from sleep every fifteen minutes until he decided he had slept enough. He got up and off his dark bed and walked to the single window in his house, he opened the wooden shutters that blocked the wind and rain from coming in. Ace stared outside to the forest his world had utterly changed in the last year from living in the palace of Ramondoom to a small hut where he barely made enough to buy meat for himself. Ace was royalty but when his father had died everything had changed his brother had taken the throne and Ace was thrown out. His ears sensed the change before it had happened immortal army was coming as quick as lightening Ace tossed his head from left to right. It was obvious that the army was searching for him. His brother had tried to kill him because of his fear that Ace would someday reclaim the throne which he held so proudly. Ace had worked hard and saved aliyak but each month the army would come and force him to move to a different area and struggle there to survive. Ace flew by a old vamp as he rushed inside of his one room hut. He grabbed his sword and bow and the aliyak that he had saved. Ace had been planning to move ever since he had came hear the rain made it so that he could sleep at night. Ace thought as he ran towards the forest of dealth. He could feel the ground shake as the army moved his brother was all way’s in the center. Ace knew that Spade thought that the world revolved around him. not edited for spelling and grammer chapter one is not finished

Are there laws about what type of windows and windowcoverings you can have? For example . . .? Is it illegal to have wooden shutters only with no glass or plasticane?

couple paragraphs of my story, mind helping me spice them up?easy 10 points? I need some constructive criticism, different ways of saying this would help to. please be brutal if you need to be.! Im afraid im telling the whole story of the family to soon. The paragraphs before it are the beggining, they just talk about the main character and her dad driving off the highway and then .. My parents had just signed the divorce papers a week earlier. All of the family’s neighbours and friends thought the divorce was out of the blue, but my brother and I was surprised it didn’t happen earlier. Our parents let us choose who we live with, and my brother, Jason chose Mom and I decided to live with Dad so he wouldn’t be lonely. I’m older than my brother, by a minute so I chose to take the responsibility of the older sibling and go with Dad. He’s usually never home, he works a lot and he’s usually gone for a week or two at a time. Jason needs mom, he’s always getting into trouble and Mom always bails him out. Jason and I aren’t like normal brothers and sisters, were actually kind of friends. When I realized my Dad was done with conversation I threw my ear phones back in and began to doodle. I flipped the page in my notebook and tried to draw something new, and less depressing, but nothing came to mind. About an hour passed and I noticed the car was starting to slow down. I looked out my car window and noticed it stopped raining and there were children running up and down the side walk jumping into puddles. I looked to the houses and noticed that they all looked familiar. The little green house on the corner of the street looked like I’d seen it before, and even the stop sign made me feel like a was having déjà vu. Then I knew what was going on when we pulled up into the drive way. “Were home.” My dad said and I could feel him looking at me but I was too shocked to reply. We were home. When my parents split up my Mom kept the house and my dad didn’t want to stay in New York any longer. He said it was too loud and polluted. We were at our old house, we lived here until I was about 11 or 12, then moved to New York so my Mom could start her “Life’s Dream” as she called it. I cried for months after that. We moved about 6 years ago, and I had almost forgotten about this place. This was my home. The white sidings, the black window shutters, the long drive way, the huge dark wooden doors. Before Rick could say anything else I pulled the keys out of the ignition and ran to the house. My feet splashed in the puddles while I ran up the walk way. I made it to the door. I shoved the key into the lock and turned it and the wind pushed the door wide open. It was just how it used to be. The kitchen on my left, living room on my right, dining room down the hall on the left just past the kitchen, and the huge staircase splitting into two directions. All the furniture was covered by white sheets, and the house was a little dusty. I stepped into the house and leaned against the stair case railing. “It needs a little work but it will be back to how it used to be in no time at all Lexi bear.” Rick was in the house holding two bags, one which was mine. He startled me, and I jumped off the banister and noticed a line of dust along my pant leg, so I patted at my leg to brush it off. My dad loved this place when we lived here, even though he was rarely ever here and usually at work. I remember his old office that he would stay up all night in, working on projects. Mom hated that. rick is the fathers name... I tell the readers the fathers name in the paragraphs before these. :P

Redecorating Exterior Ideas? I need some ideas on what color to paint my front door. My roof is greyish/black, siding is tan, trim and windows are white, and shutters are black. The door is wooden with a cherry stain currently but doesn't blend well. Need new ideas?

Best procedure for painting a wooden porch that is exposed to the elements? We have a wood porch whch was built 4 yrs ago from pre treated lumber. Last yr we used Thompsons sealer on it and it looked terrible. This year we wanted something different and it was suggested to stain rather than paint. So we stained it white and it looked beautiful until it got stained from the planter boxes we hung that have the coir lining. Now we are thinking maybe we should paint it. Would the paint get all stained up, too? Or would paint be more durable so that when the water drains from the planters it will wash off and not stain the porch? What would be the best way to go about painting and what is the best type of paint to use? Since the porch is exposed to the elements will it peel? Maybe the white was not a good choice, but we didnt want a wood stain look or a redwood stain look. Our house is cream colored with white trim around the windows and burgandy shutters. I just want a nice looking porch. Does anyone have any suggestions from past experience? Thank you

please can you tell me which do u prefer? okay so i started reading *city of masks* by Mary Hoffman, which I would like to make clear I think is an excellent book so no disrespect is meant, but anyway I looked at the first few pages and gave myself a challenge to see if I could change it in anyway for better or worse to help me improve my writing skills, so anyway please can you tell me what you think of 1 & 2 and then which is your favourite and why so I can see what sort of writing styles people prefer? Thanks :) 1: Light streamed on to the Duchessa's satin bedcovers as her serving woman flung open the shutters. "It's a beautiful day, Your Grace" said the young woman, adjusting her masks of green sequins. "It's always a beautiful day on the lagoon," sitting up and letting the maid put a wrapper round her shoulders and hand her a cup of hot chocolate. She was wearing her night-mask of black silk. She looked closely at the young woman. "You're new, aren't you?" ******************************************************************** 2: As the maid threw back the wooden shutters, light poured in from all angles, gliding over the Duchessa’s satin bedcovers, across the floor, to the farthest oak panelled wall, filling the room with a gentle morning light, as if the room was painted in chalk pastels. “It’s a beautiful day, Your Grace, if not a bit cold.” remarked the young woman, her mask of green sequins glinting in the light. “It’s always a beautiful day on the lagoon,” replied the Duchessa sleepily as she raised herself into a sitting position. The maid promptly placed a wrapper around her shoulders and passed her a cup of hot chocolate to counteract the icy breeze that blew in from the window. The Duchessa was still wearing her night-mask of black silk as she peered at the maid with eyes veiled by sleep. “Do I know you?” *************************************************************************** Okay so thanks in advance to all who comment!!! :D

Which of these sounds the most appealing lifestyle to you? A. LOCATION 1. A flat or spacious in manhatten, greenich village or chelsea or lower east side, in the heart of NY state. 2. An island wooden cabin on one of the palm islands of the Florida Keys, remote but peaceful and coral reefs surrounding. 3. A villa in Santa Monica or Malibu with a swimming pool 4. A cosy cottage in France with window shutters in a village with much community feel. 5. An Italian farm house in the Tuscan hills or near to the lakes, largely self sufficient with vegetables and farm animals. 6. A manor house in the English countryside with a proper english garden. 7. An upmarket terraced house in Kensington, London. 8. A swiss chalet on a mountainside. B. FOOD 1. Raw foodism, you will only eat raw unprocessed wholefoods that are prepared using just a blendor or dehydrator, no cooking. 2. You are big with the organic and wholefood movement, you wouldn't eat for instance, white bread with processed strawberry jam, instead you're preference would be the locally made wholegrain bread with homemade or local preserve. 3. You only eat what you produce, or what local small companies or farms sell, whether buying from farmer's markets or from neighbours. 4. You're not in the least bit fussy about food, you eat more or less anything. You eat to fill a hole. 5. You have expensive taste, and only buy the finest for everything. 6. You're mission when grocery shopping is to save money. 7. You really eat junk, you may love food, but bad food, ie. processed cookies, doughnuts, fizzy drinks, sweets, hot dogs, you name it. 8. You're a vegetarian or vegan for moral ?OR/AND? health reasons. 9. You eat with the trends. They say sushi's popular? You eat sushi. Are cupcakes in? Time to eat cupcakes. New cocktail out? You'll sip it. Goats cheese is all the blast. You'll have your hands on it. 10. You're taste isn't to local. You dislike your national dishes and prefer to experiment and try foods from around the globe.

wht do u think bout this ppl? From coffee to cheques and the three-course meal, the Muslim world has given us many innovations that we in the West take for granted. Here are 20 of their most influential innovations: (1) The story goes that an Arab named Khalid was tending his goats in the Kaffa region of southern Ethiopia, when he noticed his animals became livelier after eating a certain berry. He boiled the berries to make the first coffee. Certainly the first record of the drink is of beans exported from Ethiopia to Yemen where Sufis drank it to stay awake all night to pray on special occasions. By the late 15th century it had arrived in Makkah and Turkey from where it made its way to Venice in 1645. It was brought to England in 1650 by a Turk named Pasqua Rosee who opened the first coffee house in Lombard Street in the City of London. The Arabic “qahwa” became the Turkish “kahve” then the Italian “caffé” and then English “coffee”. (2) The ancient Greeks thought our eyes emitted rays, like a laser, which enabled us to see. The first person to realise that light enters the eye, rather than leaving it, was the 10th-century Muslim mathematician, astronomer and physicist Ibn al-Haitham. He invented the first pin-hole camera after noticing the way light came through a hole in window shutters. The smaller the hole, the better the picture, he worked out, and set up the first Camera Obscura (from the Arab word “qamara” for a dark or private room). He is also credited with being the first man to shift physics from a philosophical activity to an experimental one. (3) A form of chess was played in ancient India but the game was developed into the form we know it today in Persia. From there it spread westward to Europe — where it was introduced by the Moors in Spain in the 10th century — and eastward as far as Japan. The word “rook” comes from the Persian “rukh”, which means chariot. (4) A thousand years before the Wright brothers, a Muslim poet, astronomer, musician and engineer named Abbas ibn Firnas made several attempts to construct a flying machine. In 852 he jumped from the minaret of the Grand Mosque in Cordoba using a loose cloak stiffened with wooden struts. He hoped to glide like a bird. He didn’t. But the cloak slowed his fall, creating what is thought to be the first parachute, and leaving him with only minor injuries. In 875, aged 70, having perfected a machine of silk and eagles’ feathers he tried again, jumping from a mountain. He flew to a significant height and stayed aloft for ten minutes but crashed on landing — concluding, correctly, that it was because he had not given his device a tail so it would stall on landing. Baghdad international airport and a crater on the Moon are named after him. (5) Washing and bathing are religious requirements for Muslims, which is perhaps why they perfected the recipe for soap which we still use today. The ancient Egyptians had soap of a kind, as did the Romans who used it more as a pomade. But it was the Arabs who combined vegetable oils with sodium hydroxide and aromatics such as thyme oil. One of the Crusaders’ most striking characteristics, to Arab nostrils, was that they did not wash. Shampoo was introduced to England by a Muslim who opened Mahomed’s Indian Vapour Baths on Brighton seafront in 1759 and was appointed Shampooing Surgeon to Kings George IV and William IV. (6) Distillation, the means of separating liquids through differences in their boiling points, was invented around the year 800 by Islam’s foremost scientist, Jabir ibn Hayyan, who transformed alchemy into chemistry, inventing many of the basic processes and apparatus still in use today — liquefaction, crystallisation, distillation, purification, oxidisation, evaporation and filtration. As well as discovering sulphuric and nitric acid, he invented the alembic still, giving the world intense rosewater and other perfumes and alcoholic spirits (although drinking them forbidden, in Islam). Ibn Hayyan emphasised systematic experimentation and was the founder of modern chemistry. (7) The crank-shaft is a device which translates rotary into linear motion and is central to much of the machinery in the modern world, not least the internal combustion engine. One of the most important mechanical inventions in the history of humankind, it was created by an ingenious Muslim engineer called al-Jazari to raise water for irrigation. His Book of Knowledge of Ingenious Mechanical Devices (1206) shows he also invented or refined the use of valves and pistons, devised some of the first mechanical clocks driven by water and weights, and was the father of robotics. Among his 50 other inventions was the combination lock. (8) Quilting is a method of sewing or tying two layers of cloth with a layer of insulating material in between. It is not clear whether it was invented in the Muslim world or whether it was imported there from India or China. However, it certainly came to the West via the Crusaders. They saw it used by Saracen warriors, who wore straw-filled quilted canvas shirts instead of armour. As well as a form of protection, it proved an effective guard against the chafing of the Crusaders’ metal armour and was an effective form of insulation — so much so that it became a cottage industry back home in colder climates such as Britain and Holland. (9) The pointed arch so characteristic of Europe’s Gothic cathedrals was an invention borrowed from Islamic architecture. It was much stronger than the rounded arch used by the Romans and Normans, thus allowing the building of bigger, higher, more complex and grander buildings. Other borrowings from Muslim genius included ribbed vaulting, rose windows and dome-building techniques. Europe’s castles were also adapted to copy the Islamic world’s — with arrow slits, battlements, a barbican and parapets. Square towers and keeps gave way to more easily defended round ones. The architect of Henry V’s castle was a Muslim. (10) Many modern surgical instruments are of exactly the same design as those devised in the 10th century by a Muslim surgeon called al-Zahrawi. His scalpels, bone saws, forceps, fine scissors for eye surgery and many of the 200 instruments he devised are recognisable to a modern surgeon. It was he who discovered that catgut used for internal stitches dissolves away naturally (a discovery he made when his monkey ate his lute strings) and that it can be also used to make medicine capsules. In the 13th century, another Muslim medic named Ibn Nafis described the circulation of the blood, 300 years before William Harvey discovered it. Muslim doctors also invented anaesthetics of opium and alcohol mixes and developed hollow needles to suck cataracts from eyes in a technique still used today. (11) The windmill was invented in 634 for a Persian caliph and was used to grind corn and draw up water for irrigation. In the vast deserts of Arabia, when the seasonal streams ran dry, the only source of power was the wind which blew steadily from one direction for months. Mills had six or 12 sails covered in fabric or palm leaves. It was 500 years before the first windmill was seen in Europe. (12) The technique of inoculation was not invented by Jenner and Pasteur but was devised in the Muslim world and brought to Europe from Turkey by the wife of the English ambassador to Istanbul in 1724. Children in Turkey were vaccinated with cowpox to fight the deadly smallpox at least 50 years before the West discovered it. (13) The fountain pen was invented for the Sultan of Egypt in 953 after he demanded a pen which would not stain his hands or clothes. It held ink in a reservoir and, as with modern pens, fed ink to the nib by a combination of gravity and capillary action. (14) The system of numbering in use all round the world is probably Indian in origin but the style of the numerals is Arabic and first appears in print in the work of the Muslim mathematicians al-Khwarizmi and al-Kindi around 825. Algebra was named after al-Khwarizmi’ s book, Al-Jabr wa-al-Muqabilah, much of whose contents are still in use. The work of Muslim maths scholars was imported into Europe 300 years later by the Italian mathematician Fibonacci. Algorithms and much of the theory of trigonometry came from the Muslim world. And Al-Kindi’s discovery of frequency analysis rendered all the codes of the ancient world soluble and created the basis of modern cryptology. (15) Ali ibn Nafi, known by his nickname of Ziryab (Blackbird) came from Iraq to Cordoba in the 9th century and brought with him the concept of the three-course meal — soup, followed by fish or meat, then fruit and nuts. He also introduced crystal glasses (which had been invented after experiments with rock crystal by Abbas ibn Firnas). (16) Carpets were regarded as part of paradise by mediaeval Muslims, thanks to their advanced weaving techniques, new tinctures from Islamic chemistry and highly developed sense of pattern and arabesque which were the basis of Islam’s non-representationa l art. In contrast, Europe’s floors were distinctly earthly, not to say earthy, until Arabian and Persian carpets were introduced. In England, as Erasmus recorded, floors were “covered in rushes, occasionally renewed, but so imperfectly that the bottom layer is left undisturbed, sometimes for 20 years, harbouring expectoration, vomiting, the leakage of dogs and men, ale droppings, scraps of fish, and other abominations not fit to be mentioned”. Carpets, unsurprisingly, caught on quickly. (17) The modern cheque comes from the Arabic “saqq”, a written vow to pay for goods when they were delivered, to avoid money having to be transported across dangerous terrain. In the 9th century, a Muslim businessman could cash a cheque in China drawn on his bank in Baghdad. (18) By the 9th century, many Muslim scholars took it for granted that the Earth was a sphere. The proof, said astronomer Ibn Hazm, “is that the Sun is always vertical to a particular spot on Earth”. It was 500 years before that realisation dawned on Galileo. The calculations of Muslim astronomers were so accurate that in the 9th century they reckoned the Earth’s circumference to be 40, 253.4km — less than 200km out. Al-Idrisi took a globe depicting the world to the court of King Roger of Sicily in 1139. (19) Though the Chinese invented saltpetre gunpowder, and used it in their fireworks, it was the Arabs who worked out that it could be purified using potassium nitrate for military use. Muslim incendiary devices terrified the Crusaders. By the 15th century they had invented both a rocket, which they called a “self-moving and combusting egg”, and a torpedo — a self-propelled pear-shaped bomb with a spear at the front which impaled itself in enemy ships and then blew up. (20) Mediaeval Europe had kitchen and herb gardens, but it was the Arabs who developed the idea of the garden as a place of beauty and meditation. The first royal pleasure gardens in Europe were opened in 11th-century Muslim Spain. Flowers which originated in Muslim gardens include the carnation and the tulip

Anyone know this movie ? Horror movie, late 70's. Guy buys a house and has his friends come help him clean and fix up. House turns out to be covering the entrance to Hell, door in the basement is held shut by a big cross. A couple of scenes to help jog the memory, windows and doors lock themselves shut, Guy hangs himself with a trick rope to scare everyone, guy tries to cut threw the wooden shutters with a saw and cuts his hand off, windows open just long enuff 4 1 guy to jump out then he gets sucked up by the ground out by the statue, Devil is a fat white guy in a white suit. Driving me crazy I can't remember the name of the movie.

When there's an earthquake, in which way do home windows typically shatter? Is there a pattern or method to the madness? Does it depend on the quake? Say it is strong enough to shatter glass but not cause the roof to fall down on your head, does the glass usually spray outwards, away from the room, or sort of implode, raining glass inwards to potentially cut apart a room's occupants? I'm looking at buying a home with a lot of large windows, and trying to determine what if any safety scenarios I'd best consider (blinds, curtains, both, or thick wooden shutters perhaps)... I'm also in Southern California if it helps any. Thanks in advance!

What are some creative, unique, thrifty ideas for curtains? I have 3 windows in a room that need half sized curtains (I have wooden shutter type things on the bottom half for privacy). the walls are wooden. all of my windows have awnings on the outside so I don't need to block any sun and I already have total privacy. The curtains will only be decorative. I don't want to have to sew much, I want weird, quirky, off the wall, thrifty ideas to fill the space.. I've heard of stuff like using men's ties and beaded curtains but I want some new ideas. Thanks!

10 points......? My family and I emigrated from Russia to the United States five yeas ago. That was one meaningful event that I will never forget, flying for twelve hours straight from Russia to the United States. We landed in LAX at one o'clock in the morning. After getting out of the airplane, we went to the baggage claim to get our twelve bags, each bag weighing fifty pounds. From the baggage claim I dragged myself with a fifty pound bag on each of my shoulders to the parking lot where my dad’s friend Mike waited to pick us up in his white Chevy twelve-seat van. Once in the van, we drove for three more hours to a place which we would call home for the next two months until we could find affordable apartments. When we finally arrived to a big house, my family and I were surprised. Nobody told us that we would live in a two story house. We eagerly took our bags from the van, so excited that we forgot how tired we were, and dragged all bags inside the house. The house was really old on the outside but inside it looked like new. Also, inside the house it smelled like paint. Mike told us that this house was built in the seventies. We left all our bags in the living room. Mike then showed us around the house, where the bathrooms were, the kitchen, and more important to us at that time, the bedrooms. In most of the rooms there wasn’t any furniture except in the bedrooms. After a tour in the house I slowly climbed up the stairs to the second floor. While I was climbing on the second floor I thought I would pass out from weakness right on those stairs, but I didn't. I climbed all the way and waddled to the first bedroom I saw there was a bed already made for sleeping. I didn't even take my clothes off; I just fell right on the bed and passed out. The next day I woke up at 2:00 p.m. because of the beams of light that were shining in my eyes through a slightly opened curtain. Even after sleeping I was so tired, so I got up really slowly and went to the bathroom that was on the same floor. After getting out of the bathroom, I was curious about how nature looks in US, so I went down the stairs on the first floor quietly, trying not to wake anybody up. On the first floor I was searching for a door that would take me outside of the house. I tried to look trough the windows, but I couldn't see anything because there were closed wooden shutters outside the house and the glass was dirty.Searching for a couple of minutes, I finally found the door, I didn't even open it and I already new that this door would take me outside. I new it because of the squared shapes that door had, and by the golden handle. I strode to the door and put my hand on the handle to open it, surprisingly at that time handle was hot to the touch. I turned the handle and opened the door slowly, and the beams of sun blinded me. I shut my eyes instead of shutting the door and started opening them little by little until they got used to the sun. I made a few steps out of the house while I was squinting my eyes to see what was outside, and oh boy was I amazed! I was shocked by the view and the weather. Then blew the hottest wind I had ever felt. I had never experienced one like this one before, with dust blowing in my pale white face, cooking it. The trampled ground that I was standing on was so hot, that it felt like I was standing on a hot pan. There weren't any trees, or rivers, not even a blade of grass. Instead I saw naked dark brown mountains ten miles from the house we were living in. The mountains were all around us, so it felt like we were living in some kind of a bowl. There weren't any houses around for as far as my eyes could see. There weren't any sounds of living creatures, but there was that of a hot blowing wind. Looking at all this I asked myself, "Where in the world am I? Is this how all of the US looks like?" After I asked my self these questions I started backing up, back into the house. With out even looking where was I going, I stepped on some kind of spikes; it felt like thousands of needles piercing my foot. Later I found out from Mike that these spikes grew on some kinds of weeds. The next day Mike came to visit us. I asked Mike with a wavering voice, "Does the entire US look like this place?" Mike saw that I was worried, so he told me with a smile that all the states look different, that states have different weather. In some states it’s snowing while in the other ones it’s raining nonstop, and in the few states, like California, it’s hot all the time. Also he told me that behind those mountains there were three cities: Apple Valley, Hesperia and Victor Valley, and that in those cities there were schools and colleges. There were more people over those mountains. When I heard this I was so relieved, because I had thought for a moment that we would live like in the days of Moses. Sooo, my journey in the United States has begun, and while I am a bit apprehensive descovering US, I believe this is going to be some fun!

What could this dream mean? Now this may look long, But when you acually read it, it's not that long. Okay so I live in a small Island, Newfoundland, One of Canada's provinces. And In newfoundland all the old houses are called Saltbox houses, They were very popular in the 19th century. And lot's of people still live in them today. One thing I don't understand what people can do, Is live in them. Because they are old, and people died in them for sure. One of my friends lives in one, And 3 people died in it. So I would really hate to LIVE in one. My house is bran new, so No one died in it. I am terrified of ghosts. You will understand why I gave you these details when I tell you my dream. So anyways, In my dream I woke up in a strange bedroom I have never seen befour. It was dark, A candle was lit. So I got out of the bed and walked down the hallway. I heard strange noises thorughout the house, and I seen my dad, So I came up to him and asked him where the fuc/k we were, And he told me this was our new house cause we went bankrupt. So I was like, this house is so creepy I hear noises everywhere. So then I went to me mom's room, And I seen laying on the bed, talking on the phone with a cigartte in her mouth, and I'm like, Why did this you move into this creepy old house? And she was just like, How is it creepy? It's fine go back to bed, So I walked back down the hallway and walked past the bathroom, and there was blood pouring out of the shower head. So I ran to my dad yelling " THIS HOUSE IS HAUNTED, WE HAVE TO GET OUT!!!' But he told me I was being foolish, And once again, Told me to go back to bed. So at that moment, I felt cold arms wrapping arround me, and then I ran into my room. The house was a basement appartment, And no one lived upstairs. But when I went in my room, There was blood leaking from the ceiling and covering my bed, and the floor. So I ran into my mom's room and told her, and she didn't believe me and told me to go back to bed. So I argued with her saying I refused to live in the house. So when morning came, wich was right after that, I saw my friend outside and I ran out to see her. I told her what was going on and she said I could sleep in her neighbors camper because she knew them. So when I looked up at the house, It was an old saltbox house. It had broken windows, all the yellow paint was chipped off, Only a few parts were still yellow, Old wooden shutters. It looked horrible. And when I looked in one of the top windows, I see blood splat against it, Followed by somone face hitting it. So me and my friend ran inside and we tried to convince my parents that the house wasn't safe, And they told me to go away.So that night my sister had her firend over and my sister also didn't want to be in the house, And I told her about the blood, and the arms wrapping around me, and she got more scared then, Her and her friend slept in my bed. And I when night came I was standing in the kitchen with my mom, and I looked in her room, And blood was leaking through the roof, I yelled at her telling her to look in her room and she did. And she started screaming and told my dad and when He came the blood was gone. He told us we were crazy. I went to sleep in the camper that night and on my way there, I was too scared to look at the house and see what I might see in the windows. So In the morning my mom said she did some research on the house, and appearantly Old families lived there, But one family, would rent out the downstairs to other families, and stay upstairs, and go down and take the familie they rented out too, And skin them and cut them up and torcher them and eat them. And we lived in the downstairs, and there was always blood leakiong through the ceiling, wich would be their floor. So me and my mom tired to convince my dad that we needed to leave, and when I went in the living room, I saw old fashioned faded figures of people sitting on my couch. So we called a preist and he said that we needed to get the spirits out beucase the killers upstairs were evil spirits of the devil, and they were going to kill us and have some other family be left with our blood leaking through their ceiling. So the preist came and got the bad spirits out. But the old newfoundland family spirits were still there, We got the house done up nice and it looked pretty. But the thought of still having ghosts in my house scared the shi/t out of me, So I wouldn't use the bathroom. So my friend pushed me in the bathroom and locked the door and told me i would befine. Then a tiny mini beaver crawled out of the toilet. And then I picked up the beaver and put it on a shelf. Then I woke up. And It is acually an interesting dream. Think of it, As reading a horror story. IF YOU ARE NOT GOING TO READ IT, DON'T FUCKIN/G BOTHER ANSWERING.

What do u think of this story? “Mommy, I can’t sleep,” moans a tired little girl as she walks into her mother’s bedroom. “Well come lay with me then,” the mother replies as she sits up and pats the empty space beside her. The little girl, holding her old teddy bear walks up to her mother’s bed and hops onto the thick quilt. Her mother grabs hold of her in a warm embrace. “I had the scary dream again.” The mother gives her daughter a friendly smile. “Don’t worry, monsters aren’t real.” “But it was so scary,” the girl shutters. “Aren’t we getting a little old for this?” The mother sighs. The girl closed her eyes as the dream that she had just experienced replayes over and over again in her head. “You need to get your sleep, tomorrow’s going to be a big day.” But the girl was already drifting off into a peaceful slumber. Her mother pulled her closer and soon both of them were fast asleep. My eyes opened to the off white ceiling and slowly revolving wooden fan of a small room. I was laying on my back on top of a hard mattress with blue sheets gently strewn across my body. The bed I was laying on had metal safety bars on each side. I tilted my head to the left. I saw large silver machines with tubes and wires leading into my stomach, chest and nose. To my right was a table with flowers, my teddy bear and pictures of me, my mother, father and older cousins all standing up in frames. Across from my bed were a few chairs and a large window with white lace curtains drawn across the glass. A dim light was shinning from behind the lace and I figured it to be the sun rising or setting. At first I thought that I was home, in my mothers bed, but I quickly dismissed that delusional thought. This was not my mom’s bedroom. I was in a hospital room. I took a moment, taking this all in before I gathered up all my energy and slowly picked up my arm and lifted up the blue sheets. I tried to let out a scream, but a stifled whisper was all that I could manage. I was looking down upon a long torso and a pair of lanky legs that were not mine. I was trapped in the body of a teenager. Where was my child body? I raised my hands up to my face and felt around to the back of my head. I felt a slight comfort as I touched my familiar curly auburn hair. I grabbed my hair and followed each strand down to where it stopped at my lower back. Where had my short hair gone? The next thing I noticed were the trickles of liquid running down my face. This has to be a dream, I silently thought. I closed my eyes and more tears dropped down my face. I squeezed my eyelids down harder and harder until I couldn’t squeeze anymore. I scrunched my face together as much as I could, but when I tilted my head up and opened my eyes all I saw was the same white ceiling and wooden fan. This was not a dream. This was real and it was happening. Just then a nurse walked into the room, holding a bouquet of flowers in a glass vase. But there was something different about this woman. She had a certain weary look to her-something that I had never encountered before. Once she looked up and noticed my frantic stare the vase fell from her grip and shattered onto the linoleum floor. One look into her dark, cold eyes and all the happiness was drained out of me. All I could do was stare into them. “Chey-Chey-Cheyenne?” The nurse managed to stutter out. I froze. Her voice sounded tired and had a certain rusty tone to it. “Yes?” I managed to respond, though it only came out as a whisper. For the next few seconds all we did was look at each other. Her eyes appeared to be almost as frightened as mine must have looked. Then she walked out of the room. A few minutes later she returned with a doctor who had the same dull appearance as the nurse. One of the doctors came right up to my bed and kneeled on the floor in front of me. “Cheyenne?” He asked. “How do you feel?” I could tell by his voice that he was very concerned. At first I was afraid to answer. “How-How did I get here?” I frantically asked. “Where’s my mom!” I screamed, this time even louder. The doctor stood up, took a step back and put up his hands in defense. “I am trying to help you, Cheyenne. Please listen to me.” “No! Where’s my mom!? Where am I!?” The words poured from my mouth as I frantically kicked and screamed with all my might. “Help! Help Me!” I yelled as I ripped out the tubes and wires from my nose, chest and stomach. The machines went wild with noise. I sensed the doctor trying to calm me down but I wasn’t listening. I was doing all I could in my one-woman revolt. I was too pre-occupied to notice the swarm of nurses and doctors that had just surrounded me and the liquid being injected by needle into my arm. Suddenly my eyelids drooped down and I lost all intentions of rebellion against this place. Instead, I let my thoughts wander off to a moment in my life that was all forgotten until recalled in a dream. “Where are we going, mommy?” A young girl with shoulder length curly auburn hair asks her mother. “We’re going to go on a little vacation. Doesn’t that sound fun?” The mother replies as she slams her suitcase shut. The little girl nods and hugs her teddy bear. “Well lets go,” the mother whispers. She picks up the suitcase with one hand and grabs hold of the little girl’s with the other. Together they walk down the stairs of their apartment. When they reach the front door, a doorman with a kind smile greets them. “Let me take that for you,” he says in a deep friendly voice as he grabs the woman’s suitcase and leads them to the street. A chilly December wind nips at the girl’s nose as she hugs her bear even tighter. “Taxi!” He shouts as he waves his free hand in the air. A yellow cab rolls to a stop in front of the building. The doorman opens the backseat door and nods to the woman. The mother and her daughter climb into the backseat as the doorman hands her their luggage. “You take care now, Mrs. Dearn” he says in a friendly tone. “Don’t worry Al, I will.” “And you take care of that bear now, little missy,” he smiled towards the little girl. And in return, she grinned back. With a final wave, he slammed the cab door shut and watched as it drove off. Into the night. “Brooklyn, please,” the woman told the cab driver. The little girl turned around and watched as her home faded off into the distance. Little did she know that that would be the last time that she would ever see it again. I opened my eyes to the same white ceiling and brown fan above me. But this time I wasn’t alone in this room. Over by the window, a woman sat in on of the chairs. When she looked up at me, I realized who it was. “Katie,” I whispered. “Yeah, it’s me,” she replied as she stood up and walked over to where I was laying. She had the same dreadful look as the doctor and the nurse, but it wasn’t just that. For a moment I had to look away. I had finally realized what was going on. I had been unconscious for a long time. I thought back to the last time I saw Katie. It was at Thanksgiving, in Brooklyn and all of my cousins had gathered together just for the holiday. I was eleven and she was thirteen. Looking at her now, I’ve come to see how much time had really passed. Katie was a woman now. She was no longer that beautiful, witty pre-teen that I remembered and I was no longer that chubby cheeked, care-free little girl that I once was. Now there was one thing that I needed to know. “How long has it been?” Katie took a seat on the edge of my bed and grabbed a hold of my hand. “Five years,” she whispered. I was sixteen-years old. No, I was trapped in the body of my sixteen-year old self. Then the tears started again, running down my cheeks and trickling off my chin. Katie let go of my hand and just held me. And for the first time since I had woken up, I felt safe. Once I had stopped crying, she let me go. There was still so much that I wanted to find out. “Katie, what happened to me?” I said as I sniffled. “You went into a coma. They said it was because of head trauma.” “But…How did I go into a coma?” Katie looked up at me and for a second I saw something other than dread in her eyes. I saw sincerity. “You mean, you don’t remember the accident?” The mother and her daughter were riding down the streets of Manhattan in the back of a taxi cab. Outside, a light snow had just begun to fall and the sun was quickly setting. “Are we going to Auntie Janet’s house?” the little girl looked up at her mom with curious eyes. The mother smiled in return. “Yes we are. You’re going to get to see your cousin Katie again.” The little girl smiled as she looked out the window. The cab driver had just turned onto a highway and soon enough he took the exit towards Brooklyn. For the little girl, the next few events seemed to happen in slow motion. Just then, the car in front of them took a sharp turn to the right and a set of blinding headlights appeared, it was another car coming straight towards them and they were going to be hit head on. There was no time to scream. There was no time to get out of the way. There was no time to do anything but sit there and wait to be hit. “Cheyenne? Cheyenne?” Katie’s voice appeared in the background as I was knocked out of my disturbing reverie. “Yes, I remember,” I whispered. “And my mom?” My voice cracked at the last word. “The driver died at the scene but you and your mom were rushed to the hospital “You went into a coma, but your mom died the next day.” I bowed my head in silence. There were no more tears now I had heard the worst of it, or so I thought. “When do I get out of here?” I said, my voice showing nothing but grievance. For a moment Katie looked scared, like she was lying to me about something and her cold dark eyes showed how frightened she really was. “oh…well, their going to have to take some tests…” “You’re keeping something from me” “No I’m not.” Katie tried to smile and let out a laugh. “Please don’t lie to me. I can handle anything.” Katie stood up and looked down upon me. “I’ll tell you tomorrow. Please, just get your rest. I’ll answer any questions you have tomorrow, but I really have to go now.” “Katie! Wait!” But she was gone. P.S- i'll give you a glimpse of the ending-when katie comes the next day she tells her how the world has changed. its the year 2012 and the world is full of war and strife and dullness. america pretty much went into a depression. and cheys the only one left with "color to her face". almost everyone she knew is dead. the rest is about chey trying to deal with this new world and in the end she brings all the dull ppl happiness. im working on it!

What do you think about this opening for a romance novel? A rusty blue car spluttered to a slow crawl at a crumbling white curb, a shower of pebbles and dust flicking up in its wake. Darkness ate away at the misty headlight glow flickering on the grey cobbles and Hattie stared out through her smeared windscreen at the angry rain. It crashed down on the windscreen vertically and images of it smashing through the weak glass and crushing her with its weight filtered through Hattie's barriers. Shaking her head and ignoring the way her hands clung to the steering wheel in fear she prepared to jump out of the passenger seat. The car came to a shuddering halt wheezing its last breath. The thudding clangs of the engine shutting off with a screeching grind shocked Hattie and she jumped in her worn cold seat. The darkness spread inside the cab of her car as her headlights closed their eyes. Shaking hands pulled her thin hoodie up and she took a deep breath, readying herself for what was coming next. Turning to peer out of the chipped window of the driver's seat a small building loomed up out of the dark. Hiding in the dark a dozen feet from the curb was Nana Flo's cottage. The white stone walls and blue shutter windows normally looked like they had fallen from the worn yellow pages of a storybook. But now it was well past midnight and a storm was coming in from the north. The veil of night turned the little cottage into the setting of a horror film, complete with flickering shadows moving outside the window and the sound of thunder in the distance. Hattie turned suddenly around in the threadbare drivers' seat and grabbed the rucksack off of the floor behind her. After another deep, shuddering breath she threw all of her weight at the door and it swung open slowly into the rain. Hattie jumped down into a puddle and slammed the door behind her. An ominous cracking noise from above made her stop and stare up into the black skies with exasperation, the rain blinding her. 'Thanks universe,' she thought to herself, 'just what I need.' Suppressing the urge to throw her rucksack as hard as she could at the clouds she pushed on through the crashing rain. Her short brown hair quickly clung to her face, irritatingly sticking to her eyelashes and blocking her view of the cottage. The dark hoodie and leggings combo which had seemed perfectly fine this morning were now drenched and clung uncomfortably to her legs. Hattie began to run up the long stepping stone path that led to her Nana's front door, slipping and sliding in the muddy gaps between the white decorative stones. She looked up desperately at the shuttered windows, searching for any sign of life. The rain spat at her eyes and she lowered them to the perfectly manicured lawn, deducing that her Nana was obviously not awake. Bending at the knees Hattie threw herself from the last stepping stone and on to the wooden porch. The rain crashed down onto the little roof of her sanctuary and and ran down the wooden supports. Taking deep lungfuls of breath she stared at the heavy iron door knocker. 'Maybe,' she thought, 'it wasn't too late to just go back, just forget everything.' But visions of university suddenly flooded Hattie's mind and she picked up the heavy door knocker with tears stinging the backs of her eyes. After letting go, the sound of the knocker echoed into the night despite the smash of the rain that continued to hammer down onto the roof above her. Mattie crouched down to the letterbox of the front door and pushed her fingers inside, holding her head against the opening she listened for any signs of her Nana waking. There was no movement in the short cottage so she reached up and pulled the knocker away from the door, still listening keenly. The sound of it being dropped again reverberated around the house and in the distance Hattie could hear faint sounds of movement. She lifted it again and knocked over and over again with her ear still pressed against the cold metal of the letter box. Suddenly the door fell away from her and Hattie stumbled sideways onto a gaudy WELCOME mat. A short figure, clad in a pink flannel robe with hair twisted into knots with cloth stared down at her curiously. “Hello Nana.” What do you think? How about: "Meeting Cal was one of those life changing moments that you never see coming, that sneak up on you in quiet libraries when you're studying for the big exam, and lie in wait around the corner one day when you're just trying to get to work on time, they listen for your footsteps, waiting until you least expect it." Stuck on at the beginning but I just sort of shoved that together in seconds so it's quite bad.

okay, so this needs a lot of help? I'm trying my best to write about the part of my book where Jamie goes into the fifties ice cream parlor with the girls. Anyone up to editing this or giving me advice? (btw Jamie's isn't on earth - just a place thats a lot like it. The girls are figments of her imagination.) And does the whole - no names thing- bother you? “You know what?” I ask. “I think I’m in the mood for some ice cream.” I start walking without checking to see if they will follow. It doesn’t take long to get to the ice cream parlor since everything here seems to be in walking distance. The building looks like an old cottage, painted white with brown wooden panes crossing over it. The windows are festooned with baby pink shutters and blue rose boxes. Joe, the owner, is standing outside the door waiting to greet us. “Good afternoon ladies.” He holds the door open for us. “Looking for a cool treat to go with this warm weather today?” We smile and step into the social atmosphere. The floor beneath our feet is checkered black and white. Conversations mix as people buy their desserts and sit next to one another on the red booths. I walk up to the counter. “Hello,” I smile at the worker. “I want two scoops of vanilla please.” The guy smiles and reaches for a bowl that was sitting on the left side of the counter. Two scoops of vanilla ice-cream are already dished out. He hands it to me. “Thank you.” I hand him two dollars and go find a seat by an open window. A cool breeze washes over me. Outside the parlor I spot the black bench I had been sleeping on earlier this morning. There’s no sign of the strange dark haired man or the guy I had run into. It was weird how these things only seemed to happen to me. Why didn’t anyone else notice them? “Thanks for saving us seats!” I turn away from the window and watch as they all squeeze into the booth around me. Each one has ordered two scoops of vanilla ice-cream. What was it with these girls? I turn back to the window. There he is. The strange man is back, standing across the street. He’s staring directly at me through the glass with a look of desperation on his face. “Um...who’s that man?” I ask, my shot at nonchalance fails. The girls stop chatting and look out the window to where I am pointing. “What man?”

What type of wood front door would match the grey exterior of my home? Currently my front door is painted forest green, to match the shutters around my windows. I want to change my front door to an elegant wood door with glass, but don't know what type (or color) of wooden door to purchase. My house is medium grey, so I'm thinking a darker wood would look best. I am also open to perhaps changing the color on the shutters to compliment a wooden front door. Please give me your suggestions! Thanks! Please note: I am NOT looking to repaint my door. I want a solid wooden door, I think they are beautiful and would compliment my house very well. I would only consider painting the shutters to help compliment the wood door and pull it all together. Thanks =-)

For all teenagers and kids.Do you like the first chapter of my book? I'm 16 and this is the first chapter of my new book series.Do you like it?Please don't point out grammatical mistakes;I'll correct them later. chapter1. Elliot crow gasped inside his bed. The air inside the room grew denser in this sultery, summer night. Sweeping the sweat off his forehead, Elliot sat at the edge of his bed and looked around at the silent room. The window was closed. Elliot took a draught of cold water from the plastic bottle at his side, then he strolled to the window.After he opened the shutters he sniffed the humid air trying to find any sort of coolness inside of the air. "Dad" A young boy came walking through the open door. He was in his stripped pajamas,with his brownish hair all disheveled over his round, pale face. "victor.Why are you awake at such time?. It's nearly three in the morning. Are you ok?".Elliot approached his son, and held him up,hugging him inside his brawny arms. "Nothing Dad.I'm just a bit afraid.I had a nightmare in which I saw monster.He wanted to swallow me" "Oh Gosh"Elliot smiled at victor as he laid him in his bed, then adjusted the pillow over his head. "And what did you do??".Elliot sat next to victor with his arm propped against his pillow,and his fingers running through Victor's damp hair. "I did nothing.I just woke up.It seemed that as the monster approached me I realized I was dreaming,so I woke up." "don't worry victor.Here,take this" Elliot dug his hans deep into the thigh pocket of his blue trousers,and took out a heart shaped locket.The locket had a silver strap that clinked as Elliot slid the locket into victor's neck. Victor raised the locket in his small palm,and opened it.There was Elliot's picture beaming at Victor out of a black and white picture. "Do you like it ?" "yeah Dad ." "turn it" Victor turned the locket.On it's back a sentence was carved.Victor squinted to read the interwoven letters. "read it aloud". 'I'll always be with you"Victor spoke out the sentence,then peeped back at his father. "it's great" Victor shooted at his father's arms,and kissed him twice in the shoulder. A fit of laughter,tickling,and kicking went on for minutes.Victor wished the laughter went on forever,but he knew,even at five years old,that everything had an end. "stop..". Elliot whispered forcing victor to stop hopping As the smile on victor's face faded away ,Elliot was already brushing all over the room. Victor knew from the keen expression on his face that his ears where trying to catch a certain voice that he didn't hear Elliot turned his sight to the open window.There was a strange breath sound coming into the room.Elliot rushed to the window,nd poked his head.But before he turned his head to examine the left side a whirring of wings seemed to approach his head,and a crackling shill scream came splashing the window panes. Elliot fell to his rear. "Hide quickly Victor.Hide in the wardrobe" Victor dashed to the wardrobe leaving its door ajar. The shrill scream,along with the whirring of the wings subsided into the silence of the night.Elliot was about to gesture at victor to come out of the wardrobe,but the thunderous scream came back much more raucous. As Elliot walked backward unconscious of what was happening,a triangular head came forward out of the window.It was the head of a dragon. The dragon squeezed him self effortlessly through the narrow,rectangular window.His body was as flexible as dough. Elliot gazed at the man who was perching over the dragon's back. After the man stroked the dragon's scaly red neck smoothly, he untethered his legs from the saddle and leaped to the wooden floor. "you weren't expecting me Elliot?" The man gestured at the dragon with his gloved hands.The dragon flopped to the ground the wooden floor that creaked under his weight.His thorned tail writhed in circles behind him as if a living snake was fixed to his back. Victor has nearly fainted at the sight of the dragon.He didn't whether what was happening was a part of his nightmare or real.He slapped himself several times before he decided that he was awake and gazed back through the small crack. The voice of the man was shrill as his dragon but much colder.Victor couldn’t diverge his attention from his weird attire.A black jeans emblemed with grey skulls.A green leather coat its two sides strapped together with a lace that was stuffed with all kinds of knives and pointy ,short stacks.The diverse collection seemed similar to that of a surgent.His face was long,Full of scars,and lifeless. "Where's the griffin crow" "what griffin Morphew" Elliot moved toward Morphew. "not again Crow you know what I'm speaking about.I know that Fyrfax isn't dead" Elliot's eyes widened at these words. How could Morphew Know about his plan? How could he divulge the secret of the griffin.T he secret that he worked on fabricating for the last two years. Everyone believed that the

For all teenagers.Do you like the first chapter of my book? I'm 16 and i'm writing the first book in my series.Please don't comment on grammatical errors,i'll fix them later.I want to know whether you feel interested or not? Chapter 1 Elliot crow gasped inside his bed. The air inside the room grew denser in this sultery, summer night. Sweeping the sweat off his forehead, Elliot sat at the edge of his bed and looked around at the silent room. The window was closed. Elliot took a draught of cold water from the plastic bottle at his side, then he strolled to the window.After he opened the shutters he sniffed the humid air trying to find any sort of coolness inside of the air. "Dad" A young boy came walking through the open door. He was in his stripped pajamas,with his brownish hair all disheveled over his round, pale face. "victor.Why are you awake at such time?. It's nearly three in the morning. Are you ok?".Elliot approached his son, and held him up,hugging him inside his brawny arms. "Nothing Dad.I'm just a bit afraid.I had a nightmare in which I saw monster.He wanted to swallow me" "Oh Gosh"Elliot smiled at victor as he laid him in his bed, then adjusted the pillow over his head. "And what did you do??".Elliot sat next to victor with his arm propped against his pillow,and his fingers running through Victor's damp hair. "I did nothing.I just woke up.It seemed that as the monster approached me I realized I was dreaming,so I woke up." "don't worry victor.Here,take this" Elliot dug his hans deep into the thigh pocket of his blue trousers,and took out a heart shaped locket.The locket had a silver strap that clinked as Elliot slid the locket into victor's neck. Victor raised the locket in his small palm,and opened it.There was Elliot's picture beaming at Victor out of a black and white picture. "Do you like it ?" "yeah Dad ." "turn it" Victor turned the locket.On it's back a sentence was carved.Victor squinted to read the interwoven letters. "read it aloud". 'I'll always be with you"Victor spoke out the sentence,then peeped back at his father. "it's great" Victor shooted at his father's arms,and kissed him twice in the shoulder. A fit of laughter,tickling,and kicking went on for minutes.Victor wished the laughter went on forever,but he knew,even at five years old,that everything had an end. "stop..". Elliot whispered forcing victor to stop hopping As the smile on victor's face faded away ,Elliot was already brushing all over the room. Victor knew from the keen expression on his face that his ears where trying to catch a certain voice that he didn't hear Elliot turned his sight to the open window.There was a strange breath sound coming into the room.Elliot rushed to the window,nd poked his head.But before he turned his head to examine the left side a whirring of wings seemed to approach his head,and a crackling shill scream came splashing the window panes. Elliot fell to his rear. "Hide quickly Victor.Hide in the wardrobe" Victor dashed to the wardrobe leaving its door ajar. The shrill scream,along with the whirring of the wings subsided into the silence of the night.Elliot was about to gesture at victor to come out of the wardrobe,but the thunderous scream came back much more raucous. As Elliot walked backward unconscious of what was happening,a triangular head came forward out of the window.It was the head of a dragon. The dragon squeezed him self effortlessly through the narrow,rectangular window.His body was as flexible as dough. Elliot gazed at the man who was perching over the dragon's back. After the man stroked the dragon's scaly red neck smoothly, he untethered his legs from the saddle and leaped to the wooden floor. "you weren't expecting me Elliot?" The man gestured at the dragon with his gloved hands.The dragon flopped to the ground the wooden floor that creaked under his weight.His thorned tail writhed in circles behind him as if a living snake was fixed to his back. Victor has nearly fainted at the sight of the dragon.He didn't whether what was happening was a part of his nightmare or real.He slapped himself several times before he decided that he was awake and gazed back through the small crack. The voice of the man was shrill as his dragon but much colder.Victor couldn’t diverge his attention from his weird attire.A black jeans emblemed with grey skulls.A green leather coat its two sides strapped together with a lace that was stuffed with all kinds of knives and pointy ,short stacks.The diverse collection seemed similar to that of a surgent.His face was long,Full of scars,and lifeless. "Where's the griffin crow" "what griffin Morphew" Elliot moved toward Morphew. "not again Crow you know what I'm speaking about.I know that Fyrfax isn't dead" Elliot's eyes widened at these words. How could Morphew Know about his plan? How could he divulge the secret of the griffin.T he secret that he worked on fabricating for the last two years. Eve

Needs help with names? I'm writing a story set in the fictional New Jersey town of Blaire in the county of Monmouth, it is a small waterfront town which deals mainly in summertime tourism and fishing. It is considered a small town yet has an Elementary, Middle and High School, Hospital and it's own permanent fairground. There is a waterfront promenade with cafe's, stores and hotels where most of the younger people in town get their jobs. Behind that is a small shopping district and a large suburban area, the story is set in 1970 and I need names for the various places. 1. A Crab Restaurant, family oriented place with a big plastic crab on the face of the building. 2. A cheap gas station with a 50's style diner inside one of those metallic buildings with the booths and the bar. 3. A pleasant looking waterfront hotel with shuttered windows and potted plants, all the rooms have peppermints on the pillows of the beds. 4. A rather greasy spoon fast food restaurant with a clown as it's mascot, has a drive through and sells hamburgers, onion rings etc, menu very similar to Dairy Queen. 5. A sprawling country club with a spa, golf course, tennis courts and swimming pool. 6. A small funfair amongst the rocks besides the beach, away from the water. There is a small wooden roller coaster, ferris wheel, a tunnel of love, food and game stalls, a carousel, a crooked house, ghost train and a zipper ride. 7. A family owned pharmacy/drug store. 8. A seedy looking Pawn Shop. 9. A classy looking Coffee Shop with dark leather seats and black and white photography on the walls. 10. A tavern with an inn above, pool tables and a juke box, is known for attracting bikers. 11. The town hall where they hold meetings, have theatre plays and host talent shows and the local beauty pageant "Blaire Teen Princess". 12. A rather pleasant looking, but slightly run down cinema with 3 screen rooms and a big awning with the magnetic letters on a white board, usually shows matinee. 13. A big drive in cinema on the edge of town which shows horror and sci fi flicks, a popular haunt for teens. 14. A pizzaria with white, green and red tiled walls and a pinball machine up front, the owner is a friendly yet slightly unkempt Italian. 15. A little club with a open mic stage for karaoke, poetry and stand up comedy. Sells hard liqour and the menu mainly consists of seafood. 16. A hardware store, slightly big and has a large parking lot. The owner has a shotgun in his office and has a penchant for making sure teenagers stay out of trouble. 17. A small nightclub on the water front with a bright and zany interior and a dance floor, a mirror ball and a stage for up and coming bands. Owned by a woman called Pinky with pink hair. Thanks so much for helping me out guys! the place where they hold Town Hall meetings isn't the town hall, if it was that I wouldn't of bothered to list it. Something like the Howard Building or Thymes Theatre No. 17 is 'The Flamingo' No. 16 is 'Jack's Home Saloon' No. 12 is 'Mainstreet Matinee' No. 4 is 'Pledger's' No.2 is 'Cooper's Gas' and the diner is called 'Audra's' No. 12 is 'The Blue Moon Drive-In Cinema'

can you answaer all of these riddles? Riddles and Answers1. What is it the more you take, > the more you leave behind? > > 2. The maker doesn't want it; the buyer doesn't use it; and the user > doesn't > see it. What is it? > > 3. A child is born in Boston, Massachusetts to parents who were both > born in > Boston, Massachusetts. The child is not a United States citizen. How > is > this possible? > > 4. Before Mount Everest was discovered, what was the highest mountain > on > Earth? > > 5. Clara Clatter was born on December 27th, yet her birthday is always > in > the summer. How is this possible? > > 6. Captain Frank and some of the boys were exchanging old war stories. > Art > Bragg offered one about how his grandfather led a battalion against a > German division during World War I. Through brilliant maneuvers he > defeated them and captured valuable territory. After the battle he was > > presented with a sword bearing the inscription "To Captain Bragg for > Bravery, Daring and Leadership. World War I. From the Men of Battalion > > 8." Captain Frank looked at Art and said, "You really don't expect > anyone to believe that yarn, do you?" What's wrong with the story? > > 7. What is one thing that all wise men, regardless of their religion > or > politics, agreed is between heaven and earth? > > 8. In what year did Christmas and New Year's fall in the same year? > > 9. A woman from New York married ten different men from that city, yet > she > did not break any laws. None of these men died and she never divorced. > > How was this possible? > > 10. Why are 1990 American dollar bills worth more than 1989 American > dollar > bills? > > 11. How many times can you subtract the number 5 from 25? > > 12. A taxi driver was called to take a group of passengers to the > train > station. The station is normally an hour away, but with traffic being > extra heavy, it took a full hour and a half. On the return trip the > traffic was still as heavy and yet it took only 90 minutes. Why? > > 13. How could you rearrange the letters in the words "new door" to > make one > word? Note: There is only one correct answer. > > 14. Even if they are starving, natives living in the Arctic will never > eat a > penguin's egg. Why not? > > 15. Which is correct to say, "The yolk of the egg are white" or "The > yolk of > the egg is white"? > > 16. In Okmulgee, Oklahoma, you cannot take a picture of a man with a > wooden > leg. Why not? > > 17. There were an electrician and a plumber waiting in line for > admission to > the "International Home Show". One of them was the father of the > other's > son. How could this be possible? > > 18. After the new Canon Law that took effect on November 27, 1983, > would a > Roman Catholic man be allowed to marry his widow's sister? > > 21. There is one word in the English language that is > always pronounced incorrectly. What is it? > > 22. A man gave one son 10 cents and another son was given > 15 cents. What time is it? > > 23. A boat has a ladder that has six rungs, each rung is one > foot apart. The bottom rung is one foot from the water. > The tide rises at 12 inches every 15 minutes. High tide > peaks in one hour. When the tide is at it's highest, > how many rungs are under water? > > 24. There is a house with four walls Each wall faces south. > There is a window in each wall. A bear walks by one of > the windows. What color is the bear? > > 25. Is half of two plus two equal to two or three? > > 26. There is a room. The shutters are blowing in. There is > broken glass on the floor. There is water on the floor. > You find Sloppy dead on the floor. How did sloppy die? > > 27. How much dirt would be in a hole 6 feet deep and 6 feet > wide that has been dug with a square edged shovel? > > 28. If I were in Hawaii and dropped a bowling ball in a bucket of > water which is 45 degrees F, and dropped another ball > of the same weight, mass, and size in a bucket of water at 30 degrees > F, dropping both of > them at the same time, which ball would hit the bottom of > the bucket first? > > 29. What is the significance of the following: The year is > 1978, thirty-four minutes past noon on May 6th. > > 30. What can go up a chimney down, but can't go down a chimney up? > > 31. If a farmer has 5 haystacks in one field and 4 haystacks > in the other field, how many haystacks would he have if > he combined them all in the center field? > > 32. What is it that goes up and goes down but does not move? > > 33. "Only one color, but not one size; > stuck to the ground, yet easily flies. > Present in sun, but not in rain; > doing no harm, and feeling no pain. > What is it? " > > 35. He who makes it does not keep it. > He who takes it does not know it. > He who knows it does not want it. > He who gathers it must destroy it. > What am I? " > > 36. This creature, part man and part tree, > hates the termite as much as the flea. > His tracks do not match, > and his limbs may detach, > but he's not a strange creature to see." > > 37. A man holding a chicken, a fox, and a bag of corn comes to a river > with a rowboat that > can hold him and one other object. Keep in mind he can't leave the fox > with the chicken > or the fox will eat it or leave the chicken with the corn for a > similar reason. > How does he get them all across? " > > 38. A cowboy was gone on a 6 day roundup. He left on Sunday and > returned on Tuesday. How did he do that? OR TRY TO ANSWAER SOME PLEASE IF YOU DO I'LL E-MAIL THE ANSWAERS

Need some constructive criticism for a piece of my writing.? I need to edit this, and was wondering what people think. I'm 14 and interested in creative writing. It will end abruptly, as this isn't the entire thing. Any feedback would be wonderful. The setting sun peeked over the horizon, shedding its last beams of light on the grassy landscape. The sky had already become a dim shade of violet, blending in with the luscious clouds that were peppered with scarlet and orange hues. On the ground below, a carefully crafted stone walkway snaked through the grass, leading to a tiny ranch-style house. The exterior was welcoming, yet ordinary—ivory shingles accompanied by green shutters. An elderly woman, well into her seventies, gently tapped on the door with the brass knocker, as if attempting to create the least amount of noise. “Jack? Are you in there? It’s Mabel, I’ve come to see how you are,” she called, noticing the open window, “I know you can hear me, Jack. May you please let me in? It’s rather cold.” The woman gave up on knocking, and instead bent over next to an empty flower pot that stood beside her. She fumbled about inside it, and promptly pulled out a rusty key. Frowning slightly, she put the key in the lock and creaked open the old wooden door. She entered into a cramped living room. The lights were off—the sunlight faintly illuminated a lopsided sofa and an old television set, which was turned on and muted. An old 1940’s black and white film showed two figures dancing, their bodies moving elegantly to the nonexistent music. She gazed at the television momentarily, and then felt the walls for a light switch. Finding one, she flicked it on, bathing the room in artificial light. “Jack?” she called once more, peeking into the kitchen. She spotted a mug and a stack of newspapers on the circular table, as well as a chair turned to face the window. A figure there sat motionless, staring blankly through the glass. Mabel put on a pouting appearance and hobbled over to the window, peering out as if trying to glimpse something through the darkness. “Jack, there’s nothing out there today. Nor will there be tomorrow. Now, next time can you please open the door when I knock?” she questioned, a slight edginess to her voice. The man suddenly stirred from his dreamlike trance, blinking idly at Mabel as if he hadn’t noticed her presence earlier. “Mabel…you weren’t here the whole time, were you?” he inquired, his hazel eyes alert. He had been exceptionally handsome in his earlier years, yet age had taken its toll on his appearance. Despite being around the same age as Mabel, perhaps a year or two younger, he carried the air of frailty about him so well he could have passed as close to ninety. His head was nearly bald, with thin wispy strands of white on either side near his neck. Somewhere in Mabel’s heart the everlasting burden of love for this man had throbbed within her, yet grief and sorrow had transformed Jack into a shadow of himself. “No, I just came in. You didn’t hear me?” she said gently, pulling up a chair and sitting down next to him. He gazed idly at her for a moment, and then turned his attention back to the window. “You have the television on. I was going to turn it off, but I was too busy looking for you,” she said, watching Jack carefully. “Don’t turn it off,” he replied, still looking outside. The sun had already set, and the lawn was barely visible. “I didn’t. It makes no sense to keep it on, though, when you’re not even watching it.” “I’m listening.” Mabel stared at him bewilderingly, and then reached over and grabbed the mug on the table. To her surprise it was full—the coffee was cold, as if it was prepared and forgotten about. “Don’t touch it, Mabel. It’s for Janette.” Mabel’s eyes clouded with concern—one of his bad days, she thought dolefully to herself. She placed the mug back on the table, giving him a tentative glance. “Go to sleep, Jack. You look so tired,” she murmured, resting a hand on his shoulder. He shook his head. “No. I’m going to wait for her. Last time I didn’t she got upset with me. We were going to the grocery store and she was taking too long. I decided to leave without her—she hates that. Even those little things…I suppose she overreacts…” he trailed off, gazing outside again at the pitch-black walkway. “Jack, she isn’t coming tonight. Tomorrow. You’ll see her tomorrow,” Mabel said hastily, tugging slightly at his shirt. He didn’t move. “It’s been a week, Mabel. It’s been an entire week. She said she’d be back in three days. Did she leave me, Mabel? Is she making me wait for all those times I didn’t wait for her?” he questioned her suddenly, staring at Mabel eagerly. She hesitated, at a loss for the right words. “…Jack, can you tell me what day it is?” she asked, unable to control herself. In her mind she knew the answer, but for some reason she never evaded the question. “It’s Friday, Mabel. June 15th,” he replied with certainty. “I meant the year, Jack.” “Well, how do you go around

Boy's room he can grow into. Any ideas? I have a fairly large room (12 ft ceilings and about 10 ft in width for every wall). I am having a boy but I want to wait to see what he's into before I start putting up cars, planes, trains, animals, etc. I do know that I want to do the room in 2 colors (bold blue and bold green) but I'm not sure how to execute it. How should I split the two colors on the walls? If I do it horizontally then about where should I put the white strip (higher or lower or in the middle)? Would it be too much if I striped the bottom half of the room and then put a solid color on the top? And which color then? Should I use border or not? If I use border it will be educational (alphabet, colors, shapes, numbers) but will it match HELP! There is a small window facing the doors (they're shutter doors) that you walk into and a closet in the corner to the left. There is also a wooden shelf about 6 ft off of the ground to the right when you walk in spanning the whole wall. His dresser goes there.

what was the scariest nightmare you've ever had? mine was this old lady who didn't even look human started chasing me in this old wooden house and when i ran outside of the house, i saw her looking at me threw the house's window, and i pacicked and jumped into a lake and hid in a basement thing, and i heard the unhuman lady above me laughing. *shutter* also i don't know why i put this is the physics part lol i didn't know where to put it