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PBC: Woman charged with DUI in crash that killed her husband - Fort Lauderdale Sun-Sentinel

... Baksh, 30, was drunk when she smashed her car near CityPlace in West Palm Beach three days after Christmas, killing her husband, also 30, a data specialist at a Deerfield Beach direct-mail firm. "This is probably one of the saddest cases I've ...

Top 10 places to spend Christmas - Windsor Star

Whether your ideal Christmas is about snow and magical lights or a beach and a seasonal cocktail, travel website travelandleisure.com has come up with a list of 10 of the best places to spend Christmas. This list was compiled by editors at ...

VW Westy the only way to savour Maui - Windsor Star

Maui delivers the sort of tropical fantasy you dream about while shovelling snow from your driveway. After a morning snorkel in clear, warm waters communing with sea turtles, you may hike through a lush rain forest, frolicking beneath waterfalls, or ...

Zipping up and down the Hawaiian coast - StarPhoenix

Oahu is renowned the world over for its electrifying night life, five-star dining, packed beaches and high-end retail shopping. These urban indulgences are never in short supply in the Hawaiian island's epicentre of activity, Waikiki. But Oahu has ...

At home: NZ's richest man - The Move Channel

New Zealand 's wealthiest man lives in a sprawling $22 million clifftop Glendowie castle-like fortress which has gone up in value by $2 million.. . Graeme Hart, estimated to have a $5.5 billion fortune, has a bird's eye view of the surroundings from ...

The Reality of Winter Blues - New University Newspaper

When I was ten I moved from the cloudy skies of Canada to the sunny beaches of California. At first I was appalled by the snowless winters of Los Angeles, the people wearing thick jackets when it was only 12 degrees Celsius (54 degrees Fahrenheit ...

'Walk It Out' helps beat childhood obesity - USA Today

With childhood obesity rates skyrocketing, it is not surprising that first lady Michelle Obama is launching a major initiative to combat this epidemic. Parents can add more exercise into their children's lives by turning to an unlikely source: the ...

Drag racing is hobby for area men - Hometown News

PALM CITY - Palm City residents Michael Motto and Chris San Severe competed in races on Saturday Jan. 16 and 17 at Palm Beach International Speedway in West Palm Beach. Mr. San Severe, who is ranked second nationally in the All Harley Drag Race ...

Nitro Jam to Debut Fan Fest this Weekend at PBIR - Who Won

WEST PALM BEACH, Fla. -- Get ready nitro fans for an experience unlike any other. Along with providing a more fan-friendly schedule and format this season the IHRA Nitro Jam series also plans on giving spectators more to see and do than ever before ...

Woman jailed, charged with DUI that killed husband - Palm Beach Interactive

Salim "Javed" Baksh and Sheonty Sultan-Baksh smile from their social networking page. Now Baksh is dead, and his wife of four years is charged with DUI manslaughter. Police say Sheonty Sultan-Baksh, 30, was drunk when she smashed her car near ...

Open Question: CORRECT MY ADV. WRITING PAPERS PLEASE...?

A Day in California Beaming rays of sunshine flood the hectic streets of Orange County, California, the sun forcing its waves through a mask of smog that hid the soft blue sky. Palm trees dance in the calm breeze and the ocean twinkles like the midnight heavens, almost as if millions of stars are demanding to come up for a breath. Warm air fills my lungs with every gasp I take. The boardwalk begins to flood with tourists. Zipping through are people of every race and every ethnicity; for once, I am in the minority group. All around me fly seagulls, their bright pearly feathers drifting towards the ground carelessly. Mini rainbows fill out the background in the distance beyond the waters. My destination is the ocean. I put one toe into the sand, instantly warming my whole body. Inching my way towards the water, a slight breeze overcomes me. The smell is becoming clearer now. I can taste it. The atmosphere is a salty brew with a hint of spiteful seaweed. Approaching the shoreline I feel cold gusts of wind being wafted toward me off the bearing waves. My eyes dance over the waters, captivating its beauty. Surfers ride the forceful waves with dignity. Children stay close to shore and jump onto their skim boards. They keep a safe distance from the monstrosity of the waves, wary of being knocked down. Sun-baked lifeguards sit higher than everyone else, shouting beach regulations through their megaphones, feeling vital and in control. Boyfriends apply sunscreen to their girlfriends back and the favor is returned. Looking over the ocean, everyone disappears as a wave crashes down like thunder. Seconds later, bobbing heads come into view, and the echo of laughter fills the air once again on this summer day. Back at the boardwalk, performers position themselves in the middle of their crowd showing off their talent. The audience cheers with amusement and tosses money eagerly into the brown bag that sits next to the performer. They plan to use this money to make it big in Hollywood one day. Citizens ride their freshly painted Pedicabs, advertising one dollar rides to people on foot. Others rollerblade, run, and skateboard not being courteous to others sharing the pathway. Shops line the crowded streets with a sunglasses boutique on every corner. Citizens stand on the sidewalk handing out leaflets for the upcoming concerts. Petite tents line the busy walkways, shading the dazzling ripe fruit being sold to passer bys. A lengthy line slithers out of Johnny Rockets Café; tourists wait hours just to experience a bite of their juicy burgers. The pier stretches far and wide over the roaring ocean. I look down into the waters where vibrant colored fish swim lively below. Glancing out over the waves, dolphins jump into the skies while tourists point in admiration. What a sight to see. As the day draws closer to night, the once filled beach and boardwalk become almost empty. Everyone begins to pack up their belongings and head home for the evening. The laughing from children and shouting from parents slowly dies down while the hour of darkness creeps over the landscape, sucking up all the sun. I sit on my sand covered blanket, wind whispering in my ear as my hair soars gracefully through the gentle wind. The sky and earth melt into the clouds and the fading fireball casts down across the now black ocean. It wisps one final breath of light across the California frontier and the slight breeze of day gradually fades to a silent night. && PAPER #2 Iowa Verses California ROUGH DRAFT When people think of Iowa, they think of corn fields and farmers in overalls with a pitchfork by their side. When people think of California, they think of beaches and sun-kissed bodies lying under the sun. When it comes to these two states, they certainly have many differences. Even though they are 2,000 miles away from each other, they have similarities too. Climate is a big difference among these two states. While Iowa has Flood and Tornado warnings, California has Earthquake and Hurricane warnings. Many new families move to the Midwest to get away from harsh storms that the East and West coast states endure. Iowa’s winters are bitter and snowfall is frequent while the summers are hot and humid. California is filled with rainy winters and dry summers. When it comes to population, California beats Iowa by a landslide. California has many more people living there due to its climate, jobs, landscape, schools, opportunities, and culture. People live in Iowa for land, affordability, to raise children, and safety. Recreation and tourist attractions are very different in these two states. California is more of the fun state, known for the popular San Diego Zoo, and Yosemite National Park which draw families from all over. Then you have Disneyland and California Adventure Park which attract the younger crowd. Iowa is more of a historic state, widely kn more

Resolved Question: What do you think of these other 2 poems?

These are some more poems that i did some time ago. 1) TWILIGHT AT THE BEACH! The soft, golden sand lay still and motionless under your feet. The tide of the crystal clear water slowly moving towards us. There was no noise around us, just the swaying of the large branches on the bright green palm trees. Looking over the calm waters, the twilight grew all around us, the calming and relaxing atmosphere almost overwhelming. 2)Seriousness The atmosphere in a serious room is hurtful. The way you want someone to act, yet they can’t the way you want them to. No jokes, no laughing. Just the seriousness that is hurting you inside. When seriousness hits you, it always rebounds with something you don’t want. And yet still, you know that there will always be a way out of it. To find the happiness you have been waiting for. Thank you. =) more

Resolved Question: Can my dreams predict where i will travel to ?

Okay now this is all a little new to me. I have never took any interest in my dreams... Until now. Last year...(2009) about march-april time i had a dream... In this dream i can remember being in a weird place that i had never been before. I remember it being a dirty poverty stricken place. The people where asian... indian types wearing dirty clothes. I felt like i was in the slums. But the one thing i remember most from that dream was the Hindi Sanscript writing everywhere on shop signs,posters... when i woke from that dream i told everyone about it because i had never even imagined such a place or seen it on tv or books etc... so after a while i thought nothing of it... THEN!... about 4 months later i applied to go volunteer with a british organization in a developing country... i passed all the tests and requirements and was then told i would be spending 10 weeks in NEPAL!! when i got to Nepal... it was just like my dream... poverty stricken,sanscript writing... it was just so weird.. i kept telling everyone that i had dreamed of this place even before i knew i was going... Just recently i dreamed that i was on a beach... it wasn't just any beach... this beach was just amazing!!!!!! i was on a bus running along a little country road beside the beach.. i got off and walked onto the beach.. the sand was pure white... the sea was pure light blue and sky was sooo blue!! there where hedges and palm trees separating the beach from the little road. i remember seeing an island out to see... i then go to put my towel onto the beach, when these two girls come to me and start asking me my name... they had australian/new zealand accents... when i woke up i wondered if i had dreamed of a real place and maybe i was predicting where i would travel to next... ive actually been looking at australian,newzeland beaches... do you think this means anything.. am i predicting my future travels?? more

Resolved Question: If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you live?

I've always wanted to live in Los Angeles, California. I've always wanted to go to the beach in winter, have a palm tree, swim on christmas. It's the perfect size city, not too big not too small. The view is so amazing with the mountains in the back with there snowy tops. Its like a 24/7 party. It just seems to amazing to me. If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you live? more

Resolved Question: Ocean themed bedroom?

I am a teenage girl who absolutely LOVES the ocean/beach/california. I am hoping to "re-do" my bedroom for my birthday. So I would like all sorts of ideas of how to make it as beachy as possible! Pictures would be awesome :) Here are some things that may help: ~ocean ~waves ~sand ~san diego buildings ~ships (old fashion) ~caribbean blue ~whales ~fish ~palm trees ~surfing ~shells All ideas welcome! Be creative! Thanks more

Resolved Question: how many people DON'T want to be in a place with palm tree's right now?

and a warm sunset beach? more

Resolved Question: Getting married in September 2011, on a Monday or Tuesday. We want to have a Florida Beach Wedding... Where?!?

My FH and I have been engaged since January 2009. I've been thinking about what kind of wedding we want for the past year and we've come to the conclusion that we want a beach wedding. We live in South Florida near West Palm. We've been living here for the past year and half. We do want a simple wedding and let the beach scenery and palm trees be the main decor of our wedding. (No tacky arches and other opulent decor). We've decided to marry in September after a very lengthy discussion with my FH. He wanted July, but I warned him of the hurricane season and rain and very very very hot days. September is good enough for me, but I won't go for October or November because I'm superstitious enough that most of my relatives have married and divorced in those months! I would love a December wedding, but again, it'd be too hectic for our relatives to fly in between Thanksgiving and Christmas events. As for the # of people we're having, we're actually having a very intimate wedding, our mothers will definitely be there, and probably 15 of our closest friends. We would send invites out to 50+ people, but we know that at least 10 would be able to make it (we have friends and relatives from NY, Chicago, California, Georgia, NJ, etc etc!) What I am trying to find out is which beach- in your opinion from living/visiting in Florida- is the best in September? We would like to go on the West coast of FL, but would not mind having it on the East coast. Remember, we would love to have a very nice scenery of the beach, rocks, and palm trees- that would be a PLUS! Islands like the Peanut Island could be a great example....We wish not to have an indoor wedding, we're a very outdoorsy couple and an indoor ceremony wouldn't fit us! :D If it rains, let it rain! I'm originally from South Georgia, so I am very used to the weather changes as well. September is ideal for me because it is still warm enough to bring down some relatives from NY so they can enjoy more summer days while fall is arriving in NY. more

Voting Question: Can i bring a plant on a plane?

i. ok so lol Im obsessed with palm trees and i live in massachusetts (yes i have the house environment to take care of the palm trees) and im going to florida soon... Say i found a small enough palm tree on the beach or in the woods or if i went to a nursery and got one.. would I be able to take one home with me? and if so in my carry on or in my checked baggage? Thanks :) more

Voting Question: What's that music with strings and fluttery flute that reminds you of desert beach, paradise, palm trees, etc?

It's very similar to the theme music from "A summer place" by Percy Faith. It has strings and then a flute plays a light fluttery bit. I can't think what it is, but they always play this when lots of attractive people are swanning around on a beach with palm trees. Might have been on an advert with Alan Whicker in the past. Kind of 1950s, no vocals. Any clues? more

Voting Question: Placement of sunet tattoo?

I am a 21 year old female who is getting my 2nd tattoo. It will be a sunet on the beach with a few palm trees. It will be filled with brilliant hues of red, orange & yellow, and green, blue, & purple. It will be 6" long and 3" tall. The question is this: Should I get the tattoo on my upper back or lower back. I think it may look better on my lower back, but I don't want it labeled as a 'Tramp Stamp' and in turn me labeled as a tramp. I think the upper back is a bit masculine. Thank you for your thoughts. more

Resolved Question: Please help me prepare for a photo shoot?!?

Well im photographing me and my friends at my house with a digital SLR camera we are having a few different themes. Summer! Location: pool, poolside Props: beach ball and towels Grunge- Location: Bathroom Props: n/a Formal- Location: Under the big palm tree Props: Horse (Bobby) Lady- Location: In the longest grassy area Props: n/a Ramona is gonna be dressed all rebelliously though  Colour!- Location: the car Props: Coloured balloons And yeah the clothes makeup and hair are sorted. We have a fan to get hair movement and i can get torches for lights outside what else do i need? xx more

Resolved Question: Help with a photo shoot?!?

Resolved Question: Cool/Fun Place for Teens to Live?

I want to move to place the has a nice city feel, palm trees, beach type, recreational areas, parks, a lot of fun things to do with a nice community, where my kids can walk around the town and have fun. more

Resolved Question: How should I start chapter two of my story?

This is chapter 1... It was a very miserable gloomy day. The skies were a deep and ugly grey, and the usually beautiful turquoise waters had changed to a dark, mysterious shade of blue. The palm trees swayed in the breeze, but the ocean seemed oddly calm. The only others on the beach were a couple of kids playing on some large rocks near the side. My bare feet hit the soft white sand and I stood there, unsure of what to do next. Why had I come here anyway? Was I going to go for a swim? The water was probably freezing cold. But it just wasn’t the right day to sit on the beach and soak up the sun. After a few minutes of standing and staring at the glistening ocean I finally decided to go for it. I threw off my shirt and dove in. I was almost instantly paralyzed by the icy water, but I kept swimming. My lungs felt as if they were going to explode and the cuts on my back burned from the salty water. The fiery sensation brought back the memory of last night. I could suddenly hear my dad’s yelling in my mind. I saw his raging face as he shoved me into the glass cabinet. I could once again feel the sharp shooting pain as the millions of tiny glass splinters went into my back after the glass door shattered under impact. As I got further from shore I felt my pain gradually fade away, and although the water was intensely cold and the muscles in my arms were screaming in agony, I kept going. I kept going until I felt the absolute need to breathe. It was then that I finally broke through the surface of the water. My throat burned as I desperately gasped for air. I opened my eyes and the frightening images disappeared. I looked back at the shore and saw that I had gone quite a long way. I suddenly realized why I had come here. It was because I needed those few minutes of numbness, those few minutes of relief. But as soon as it was over, the pain returned, only now it was accompanied by my blazing throat and aching muscles. I winced at the fact that I would need to swim back, so I instead swam in one spot waiting for my breathing to get under control. I didn’t want to go back to that dreaded house but I knew that I would eventually need to. And the later I got home, the more furious my dad would be. I turned back and slowly started swimming again. It took a while to reach the sandy beach, mostly because I kept stopping to rest, but when I did I immediately threw on my shirt without drying off and starting running. My house wasn’t too far from the beach, but I took the long way anyway. It was about six PM so most of the people in town where outside walking, where as they’d usually be on the beach. I noticed a few of my old friends give me some looks that made me feel very unwanted, but I tried my best to ignore them. As if I needed more stuff on my mind. The bad thing about living in a small town; everyone knows about everything. Most of us don’t even need to watch the news, one person knows and before you know it, everyone knows. By the time I finally reached my house, which was located in the middle of town, the sun was starting to set. The ugly grey clouds were starting to spread out leaving silver lines across the orange horizon. It was a very beautifully breathtaking scene. By now most of the teens in town were getting ready to go swimming in the night. I used to love doing that, but that was when things mattered. I slowly opened the door to the house, trying to make as little sound as possible. I was guessing that my dad was sleeping by now and waking him up would only make him more enraged. I gently closed the door behind me and headed upstairs to my room. “Cody?” the voice made me stop dead in my tracks. “Yeah” “Where have you been?” he asked. I looked over my shoulder to see my dad sitting in the large green arm chair in the corner of the tiny living room. “I went for a swim.” I answered. “What are you stupid? It looks like it’s about to rain out there.” My dad laughed that laugh that made my spine curl. Don’t let it get to you, I told myself. “It was pretty hot, I needed to cool off.” I said ignoring his comment. My dad shook his head looking at the TV. “Your useless.” He said simply. Something inside of me snapped. “Says the one sitting on his *** doing nothing.” I growled. My dad turned to look at me. For a second I saw the hot anger flash through his eyes, but then his face surprisingly composed and he turned back to the TV. “Get upstairs.” He ordered. I was about to say something more, but before I did, I stopped myself. I shook my head and ran up the stairs to my room, making sure to lock my door. Now I'm not sure how to start chapter two. In the next chapter I want this girl to move in next door, and I think I want the chapter to start with him waking up...I'm just not sure how to do it. more

Resolved Question: Where is the most beautiful place to go in Costa Rica?

My family is planning on going to Costa Rica in February. We would like a city with a sandy beach with white sand and beautiful palm trees also a little tropical not to cityish. Thanks so much <3 more

Resolved Question: How should I start chapter two of my original story?

This is chapter 1... It was a very miserable gloomy day. The skies were a deep and ugly grey, and the usually beautiful turquoise waters had changed to a dark, mysterious shade of blue. The palm trees swayed in the breeze, but the ocean seemed oddly calm. The only others on the beach were a couple of kids playing on some large rocks near the side. My bare feet hit the soft white sand and I stood there, unsure of what to do next. Why had I come here anyway? Was I going to go for a swim? The water was probably freezing cold. But it just wasn’t the right day to sit on the beach and soak up the sun. After a few minutes of standing and staring at the glistening ocean I finally decided to go for it. I threw off my shirt and dove in. I was almost instantly paralyzed by the icy water, but I kept swimming. My lungs felt as if they were going to explode and the cuts on my back burned from the salty water. The fiery sensation brought back the memory of last night. I could suddenly hear my dad’s yelling in my mind. I saw his raging face as he shoved me into the glass cabinet. I could once again feel the sharp shooting pain as the millions of tiny glass splinters went into my back after the glass door shattered under impact. As I got further from shore I felt my pain gradually fade away, and although the water was intensely cold and the muscles in my arms were screaming in agony, I kept going. I kept going until I felt the absolute need to breathe. It was then that I finally broke through the surface of the water. My throat burned as I desperately gasped for air. I opened my eyes and the frightening images disappeared. I looked back at the shore and saw that I had gone quite a long way. I suddenly realized why I had come here. It was because I needed those few minutes of numbness, those few minutes of relief. But as soon as it was over, the pain returned, only now it was accompanied by my blazing throat and aching muscles. I winced at the fact that I would need to swim back, so I instead swam in one spot waiting for my breathing to get under control. I didn’t want to go back to that dreaded house but I knew that I would eventually need to. And the later I got home, the more furious my dad would be. I turned back and slowly started swimming again. It took a while to reach the sandy beach, mostly because I kept stopping to rest, but when I did I immediately threw on my shirt without drying off and starting running. My house wasn’t too far from the beach, but I took the long way anyway. It was about six PM so most of the people in town where outside walking, where as they’d usually be on the beach. I noticed a few of my old friends give me some looks that made me feel very unwanted, but I tried my best to ignore them. As if I needed more stuff on my mind. The bad thing about living in a small town; everyone knows about everything. Most of us don’t even need to watch the news, one person knows and before you know it, everyone knows. By the time I finally reached my house, which was located in the middle of town, the sun was starting to set. The ugly grey clouds were starting to spread out leaving silver lines across the orange horizon. It was a very beautifully breathtaking scene. By now most of the teens in town were getting ready to go swimming in the night. I used to love doing that, but that was when things mattered. I slowly opened the door to the house, trying to make as little sound as possible. I was guessing that my dad was sleeping by now and waking him up would only make him more enraged. I gently closed the door behind me and headed upstairs to my room. “Cody?” the voice made me stop dead in my tracks. “Yeah” “Where have you been?” he asked. I looked over my shoulder to see my dad sitting in the large green arm chair in the corner of the tiny living room. “I went for a swim.” I answered. “What are you stupid? It looks like it’s about to rain out there.” My dad laughed that laugh that made my spine curl. Don’t let it get to you, I told myself. “It was pretty hot, I needed to cool off.” I said ignoring his comment. My dad shook his head looking at the TV. “Your useless.” He said simply. Something inside of me snapped. “Says the one sitting on his ass doing nothing.” I growled. My dad turned to look at me. For a second I saw the hot anger flash through his eyes, but then his face surprisingly composed and he turned back to the TV. “Get upstairs.” He ordered. I was about to say something more, but before I did, I stopped myself. I shook my head and ran up the stairs to my room, making sure to lock my door. Now I'm not sure how to start chapter two. In the next chapter I want this girl to move in next door, and I think I want the chapter to start with him waking up...I'm just not sure how to do it. more

Resolved Question: Floridians:You know you're from Florida when...?

well this one person asked the same question only now i'm using Florida and mine are probably not as good as hers: 1) You don't know what a block party is but you sure know what a beach party is 2) You get ticked off when you find out it's Tourist season at Disney World 3) As you're driving you notice all the cars around you don't exceed or even get up to the speed limit 4) You go to another state and they don't know what a "Publix" is 5) The temperature gets to 30 degrees and the T.V. stations suddenly declare a "freeze warning" 6) You see gators during you're daily drive 7) You're house is in cul-de-sac 8) Football season arrives and you suddenly have 30 something people and strangers screaming in your living room 9) A friend of yours asks you if Verizon works out here 10) You discover a fallen palm tree on your yard after a hurricane Any more you can think of? more

Resolved Question: Is it easy to imagine an island with this song?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EsKyvCeRC7o Easy for me. Now describe what the island looks like to you if you are imagining one. Mine:Beaches,Sunshine,not a cloud in the sky, palm trees,clear water,good weather. I need it to be summer!!!! Well actually my island I'm imagining looks exactly like Dragon Roost Island, which is basically what I described. more

Voting Question: This the begining of my story. read and give me some feed back thanks! x ,you will help alot. x?

Chapter 1 The end of the Beginning I am Bayliee Thomson the new girl. Not only new school, but new country, new neighbourhood and a new mother. England was my home it always had been, and now that is all gone I feel there’s a part of me missing, just a small part but big enough for it to hurt. I have never really like The United States, it has never appealed to me. Most people see it for glamour and fame. I see past that. See past that superficial world of beauty and perfection. I see the drugs and the violence, the bullets and the hell. But thankfully I am in a good neighbourhood with security outside every house. But it just wont be the same as my beloved England. Chapter 2 Thank god for that As I got of the plane, with my dad, I could feel the heat. It was sticky and uncomfortable. You could smell the sea, a warm, salty smell. Not like the beaches in England. I actually preferred this smell, it was calming, something I could get used to. It was 82 degrees in Palm Beach, West Florida. Way more than it was in London. I was wearing my yellow shirt and my favourite, smart grey trousers with the three gold buttons on the pockets. I really wish I didn’t wear them now, as I am so hot and I’m not even outside yet! I am glad that we are moving to a ‘well to-do’ town as dad calls it (I just call it a rich snotty town), otherwise I would never fit in. All my wardrobe consisted of is designer clothes! I have almost every brand that my dad will buy for me, at a reasonable price. I have : Gucci, Armani, Christopher Kane, Chanel, Burberry and a whole lot more. My dad is a millionaire and so was my grandmother and grandfather. My grandparents past away 2 years ago along with my mother. They were in a terrible car accident. The car was only a scrap box by the time the lorry had finished with it. We couldn’t even have a proper cremation, my mother and grandparents were to badly injured. I still think about them, a lot. But I now have to make the most of my time here on this big round rock, I know that’s what my mother would have wanted. Everyone in the airport seemed so happy. It must be all the sun there getting. Customs was really quick to get through, around 20 to 30 minutes I should say. The car dad had hired was waiting outside the airport for us. It was a brand new black BMW X5. The chauffeur wasn’t our usual one, William. This man was very tall and had long brown hair, that came down just past his shoulder. His hair was tied back into a messy ponytail. William will be coming over in 2 weeks to live with us. He has been a chauffeur in our family for 20 years. My family have always been very wealthy, my ancestors were owners of a diamond mine in north Canada, this was over 200 years ago. But the mine was said to be a curse. To anyone who did not pass the test that god had set. If you didn’t pass the test you would see death and horror. Almost everyone in the village tried to get to the diamonds, not believing the curse, but those who went in never came back out. My great, great, great, great aunt Maria’s boyfriend had died early in the morning, the day that they were meant to be getting married. She decided she had nothing to lose, and headed into the cave with her sister Rosemary, who had 2 children of her own. Rosemary loved her sister more than the world, and would not let her go into the cave alone. Four days later they came out! Claiming that god had told them they were lucky and had passed the test to owning the mine. Everyone in the town celebrated. Even the King who lived many fields away came to congratulate the chosen ones of god. My grandmother also said that my ancestors were Witches and that was why they passed the test, since they were something out of the ordinary. My aunts were murder though. Around 10 years after the finding of the diamonds. As I got closer to the chauffeur I could see his golden name tag. It spelt, James. He open the door for me and my dad, then put our suitcases into the trunk of the car. It was a 2 hour drive from Palm beach international airport to our new house on north road, Jupiter Island. The drive went quicker than I expected. I looked out of the window all the way there. Looking at the cost line and palm trees, something I wasn’t used to but soon will be. Dad was extremely quiet which was unusual, he always has something to say like me. But I was to busy enjoying the silence to want to break the silence. I tried not to think about the ‘mummy’ waiting for us to knock at the door. Eliza isn’t bad, not at all. I wouldn’t but up with her otherwise. Its just, she try’s to hard. Everything she does is perfection, it gets really irritating. The car then stopped to soon, and I reluctantly stepped out into the bright light. The moment I opened the door the hot, sticky air covered me. I quickly put more

Voting Question: Would you pretty please tell me if this is any good?

I leaned against the window, staring up at the vast open sky. I wondered what could be out there, so far above me. Millions of other planets, to be explored, searched. The stars were mere specs of stalt, staring down at the world. I didn’t want to look at these stars, not now, or here, or ever. I opened the creaky beach house window again and tumbeled back into my bed. I lay on my back, staring up at my stars. The glowy ones that Dad had helped me plaster up there when we used to live here. They were familar to me, these stars were safe. They held only good memories, unlike the real stars. Stars that made me think about Mom and life and NASA and the destroyed space ship. These stars weren’t dazzling beautiful, or little specs that were actually huge planets. Mine were the simple what you see is what you get stars. I stared up at them, letting the glowing green and purple comfort me. Maybe one day I could really look at real stars. But for now, all I could handle were my fake ones, holding small and insignificant memmories, like an empty hourglass. I woke up to the smell of bacon grease. It snaked up my nose and filled my head. I had to get out of the house, before I could think about it. I grabbed my flip flips and a notebook laying on the coffee table and opened the rickety screen door when Dad caught my arm. “Will we have breakfast! Bacon and ham and oatmeal and the whole shabang! I decided I would make a good meal today for you and Alex.” I pulled my arm away and marched out of the house, letting the broken screen door slam behind me. Normally I got annoyed with it always slamming, but today I apperaited it. That way, I wouldn’t have to slam it myself. I heard my Dad asking Alex what’s wrong with me. And Alex replied, “Dad, vegetrian, remember?” “Since when?” “Since last summer. It’s ridclious!” I didn’t know where I was going to go. I didn’t have a car and I wasn’t in the mood to walk. So for a while I just sat on the back porch, but eventually I got bored and headed for the beach. I really wasn’t in the mood to swim, or tan, or even people watch, so I just sat on the sand and wrote. I wrote about everything that had happened in the last three months, Mom dying, Alex being suspended, everything. I wrote down every little emotion and word that had been spoken. Untill, I finally got to the seventh page of the notebook and saw something. It was writing, Mom’s writing. It was a simple reminder, don’t forget to pick up Willie from soccer @ 3:30!! But seeing Mom’s writing brought her voice into my head, which brought her face into my mind, which brought tears to my eyes. I hadn’t cried since the day I found out, and I wasn’t planning on breaking down now. But most things are easier said than done, so I just simply let go, moving the journal to the side so that my tears wouldn’t spoil my Mom’s words. “Are you ok?” Someone asked me. I looked up to the voice, but was blinded by the sun. “I’m fine,” I said standing up a little too quickly, grabbing the journal. “Hey, are you Willow?” The person asked. “Yeah. How do you know?” I replied, a little creeped out. “Small town, and our Dad’s are friends. Don’t you remember me?” “In all honesty, I can’t really see you. You are tall and its really bright.” So we walked over to shady palm tree and something clicked into place. “Oh my gosh! You’re Noah, right?” He laughed and I flet stupid. Crap. Maybe its not Noah, I thought. “Noah is my, uh brother. He passed away,” and suddenly I was at a loss for words. Because for once in my life I was saying the meaningless “I’m sorry.” So I didn’t say anything at all, which was probably rude. “I’m Zane,” he continued cheerfully, ignoring my silence. “Oh. Sorry I didn’t remember you.” “Hey, don’t worry about it. So why are you here?” “What do you mean? Why wouldn’t I be here?” “I don’t know. Didn’t your parents have a nasty split? And she got the kids?” “Yes.” “So why are you back?” He asked. “Alex and I just felt like visiting for the summer,” I lied. But something in his eyes made me think he knew exactly why I was back. “Oh,” he murmured. “That’s nice.” Right when I was about to say I had to go he spoke up, “wanna come play some volleyball? It’s me and Jenny and Lance and all the old guys.” “Lance? Oh my gosh. How is he?” “Pretty good, he got into Stanford.” “Wow. Well thanks, but I really have to go.” And instead of aksing where or why he just said, “Ok, maybe later,” and smiled. Dinner was a quiet event, unlike it usually was at home. My Mom always had something to chatter about, but Dad was the opposite. I sometimes wondered how they got along for the long time that they were married. I was accutely aware that Dad had spefically made veggie lasagna tonight, which I loved, but it annoyed me how hard he was trying to please me. “So this is really good, Daddy,” Alex said, and I tried not to roll my ey more

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It was a very miserable gloomy day. The skies were a deep and ugly grey, and the usually beautiful turquoise waters had changed to a dark, mysterious shade of blue. The palm trees swayed in the breeze, but the ocean seemed oddly calm. The only others on the beach were a couple of kids playing on some large rocks near the side. My bare feet hit the soft white sand and I stood there, unsure of what to do next. Why had I come here anyway? Was I going to go for a swim? The water was probably freezing cold. But it just wasn’t the right day to sit on the beach and soak up the sun. After a few minutes of standing and staring at the glistening ocean I finally decided to go for it. I threw off my shirt and dove in. I was almost instantly paralyzed by the icy water, but I kept swimming. My lungs felt as if they were going to explode and the cuts on my back burned from the salty water. The fiery sensation brought back the memory of last night. I could suddenly hear my dad’s yelling in my mind. I saw his raging face as he shoved me into the glass cabinet. I could once again feel the sharp shooting pain as the millions of tiny glass splinters went into my back after the glass door shattered under impact. As I got further from shore I felt my pain gradually fade away, and although the water was intensely cold and the muscles in my arms were screaming in agony, I kept going. I kept going until I felt the absolute need to breathe. It was then that I finally broke through the surface of the water. My throat burned as I desperately gasped for air. I opened my eyes and the frightening images disappeared. I looked back at the shore and saw that I had gone quite a long way. I suddenly realized why I had come here. It was because I needed those few minutes of numbness, those few minutes of relief. But as soon as it was over, the pain returned, only now it was accompanied by my blazing throat and aching muscles. I winced at the fact that I would need to swim back, so I instead swam in one spot waiting for my breathing to get under control. I didn’t want to go back to that dreaded house but I knew that I would eventually need to. And the later I got home, the more furious my dad would be. I turned back and slowly started swimming again. It took a while to reach the sandy beach, mostly because I kept stopping to rest, but when I did I immediately threw on my shirt without drying off and starting running. My house wasn’t too far from the beach, but I took the long way anyway. It was about six PM so most of the people in town where outside walking, where as they’d usually be on the beach. I noticed a few of my old friends give me some looks that made me feel very unwanted, but I tried my best to ignore them. As if I needed more stuff on my mind. The bad thing about living in a small town; everyone knows about everything. Most of us don’t even need to watch the news, one person knows and before you know it, everyone knows. By the time I finally reached my house, which was located in the middle of town, the sun was starting to set. The ugly grey clouds were starting to spread out leaving silver lines across the orange horizon. It was a very beautifully breathtaking scene. By now most of the teens in town were getting ready to go swimming in the night. I used to love doing that, but that was when things mattered. I slowly opened the door to the house, trying to make as little sound as possible. I was guessing that my dad was sleeping by now and waking him up would only make him more enraged. I gently closed the door behind me and headed upstairs to my room. “Cody?” the voice made me stop dead in my tracks. “Yeah” “Where have you been?” he asked. I looked over my shoulder to see my dad sitting in the large green arm chair in the corner of the tiny living room. “I went for a swim.” I answered. “What are you stupid? It looks like it’s about to rain out there.” My dad laughed that laugh that made my spine curl. Don’t let it get to you, I told myself. “It was pretty hot, I needed to cool off.” I said ignoring his comment. My dad shook his head looking at the TV. “Your useless.” He said simply. Something inside of me snapped. “Says the one sitting on his a$$ doing nothing.” I growled. My dad turned to look at me. For a second I saw the hot anger flash through his eyes, but then his face surprisingly composed and he turned back to the TV. “Get upstairs.” He ordered. I was about to say something more, but before I did, I stopped myself. I shook my head and ran up the stairs to my room, making sure to lock my door. more

Resolved Question: How can I improve this first chapter of my story(Critique)?

It was a very miserable gloomy day. The skies were a deep and ugly grey, and the usually beautiful turquoise waters had changed to a dark, mysterious shade of blue. The palm trees swayed in the breeze, but the ocean seemed oddly calm. The only others on the beach were a couple of kids playing on some large rocks near the side. My bare feet hit the soft white sand and I stood there, unsure of what to do next. Why had I come here anyway? Was I going to go for a swim? The water was probably freezing cold. But it just wasn’t the right day to sit on the beach and soak up the sun. After a few minutes of standing and staring at the glistening ocean I finally decided to go for it. I threw off my shirt and dove in. I was almost instantly paralyzed by the icy water, but I kept swimming. My lungs felt as if they were going to explode and the cuts on my back burned from the salty water. The fiery sensation brought back the memory of last night. I could suddenly hear my dad’s yelling in my mind. I saw his raging face as he shoved me into the glass cabinet. I could once again feel the sharp shooting pain as the millions of tiny glass splinters went into my back after the glass door shattered under impact. As I got further from shore I felt my pain gradually fade away, and although the water was intensely cold and the muscles in my arms were screaming in agony, I kept going. I kept going until I felt the absolute need to breathe. It was then that I finally broke through the surface of the water. My throat burned as I desperately gasped for air. I opened my eyes and the frightening images disappeared. I looked back at the shore and saw that I had gone quite a long way. I suddenly realized why I had come here. It was because I needed those few minutes of numbness, those few minutes of relief. But as soon as it was over, the pain returned, only now it was accompanied by my blazing throat and aching muscles. I winced at the fact that I would need to swim back, so I instead swam in one spot waiting for my breathing to get under control. I didn’t want to go back to that dreaded house but I knew that I would eventually need to. And the later I got home, the more furious my dad would be. I turned back and slowly started swimming again. It took a while to reach the sandy beach, mostly because I kept stopping to rest, but when I did I immediately threw on my shirt without drying off and starting running. My house wasn’t too far from the beach, but I took the long way anyway. It was about six PM so most of the people in town where outside walking, where as they’d usually be on the beach. I noticed a few of my old friends give me some looks that made me feel very unwanted, but I tried my best to ignore them. As if I needed more stuff on my mind. The bad thing about living in a small town; everyone knows about everything. Most of us don’t even need to watch the news, one person knows and before you know it, everyone knows. By the time I finally reached my house, which was located in the middle of town, the sun was starting to set. The ugly grey clouds were starting to spread out leaving silver lines across the orange horizon. It was a very beautifully breathtaking scene. By now most of the teens in town were getting ready to go swimming in the night. I used to love doing that, but that was when things mattered. I slowly opened the door to the house, trying to make as little sound as possible. I was guessing that my dad was sleeping by now and waking him up would only make him more enraged. I gently closed the door behind me and headed upstairs to my room. “Cody?” the voice made me stop dead in my tracks. “Yeah” “Where have you been?” he asked. I looked over my shoulder to see my dad sitting in the large green arm chair in the corner of the tiny living room. “I went for a swim.” I answered. “What are you stupid? It looks like it’s about to rain out there.” My dad laughed that laugh that made my spine curl. Don’t let it get to you, I told myself. “It was pretty hot, I needed to cool off.” I said ignoring his comment. My dad shook his head looking at the TV. “Your useless.” He said simply. Something inside of me snapped. “Says the one sitting on his ass doing nothing.” I growled. My dad turned to look at me. For a second I saw the hot anger flash through his eyes, but then his face surprisingly composed and he turned back to the TV. “Get upstairs.” He ordered. I was about to say something more, but before I did, I stopped myself. I shook my head and ran up the stairs to my room, making sure to lock my door. more

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Resolved Question: Is Los Angeles as beautiful and surreal as it seems in movies and pictures?

I came to the U.S about 12 years ago and I have always been fascinated by L.A seeing it In movies and pictures, it looks amazing, a big city with palm trees and snow capped mountains in the background, the landscaping seems so unreal and beautiful, it looks like a city in paradise, with nice homes nestled within palm trees and hills, I don't know it looks like an incredible place. And then it seems so cool as well you have sunshine all the time, alot of beaches, then you have the stereotypical California girls, surfers, rich girls, Richie Rich type characters living within miles of gangsters and eseis. Then not to mention Hollywood and all the famous people. Is it an amazing place, do you feel blessed and lucky to be there, like on vacation all the time, do you get a sense that you are in a special place like in the best city on the planet, do you get a natural high living there? Should I move there once I graduate? If you don't live there do you do you feel the same way? more

Resolved Question: Looking for the perfect family getaway!?

My family is looking for somewhere to go for our next Christmas. A lot of us are thinking Caribbean somewhere, or maybe pacific. The perfect place in most of our minds was something along the following. If someone has been to somewhere like this, I would love to know where it is and hear about it. Our perfect place consisted of: -White sand beaches -Palm tree's -Brilliantly blue snorkel-able oceans just minutes away -A small community of 20-50 bungalows approximately 5-10 miles away from a larger town (1,000-30,000 people) -Teenager friendly -No more $200 per night per bungalow Other amenities that would be nice but not necessary -Surfing nearby (within 20 miles) -An airport nearby(within 50 miles) -Other fun family activitiesIt should go without saying, but warm during late December, early January is a must. more

Resolved Question: What do you think of the beginning of my story?

Ok, I just started this a few days ago, and I wanted to know if it's any good. It's about a girl with power over the elements, she is having these dreams about a boy who she has a telepathic link with. Tell me what you think. I was there again, walking into the mist surrounding me. It's so thick and blinding that I can put out my hand and make the mist swirl to my whim. As I walked forward, the mist started to part as if it was the Red Sea, making a path for me to follow. I continued to walk and noticed the terrain, ambiguous green forms, begin to appear through the mist. The sound of waves softly drummed in my ears. A cool breeze brushed against me making me quickly shiver, before I reached the end of the misty pathway I have traveled many times before. Like I expected, I stepped out to see a beach with palms trees and flourishing plants with blooming purple flowers tracing down the coastline. There was a rocky elevated shoreline with stairs leading down to where I was on the sand. In the background, I heard the waves lapping softly against the shore. I've been here many times before, always doing the same monotonous thing, wandering the obviously abandoned beach, but this time I sensed something was different. I heard a faint whisper, "Kyler." Then, I saw him. I have never seen him before, yet he seemed familiar, different. I must know who he is, I thought. I looked down to find myself already walking towards him. My bare feet sunk in the sand with every step getting closer to the mysterious addition to my dream. The mist parted more, and I could see him more clearly. His back faced me with his hands in his pockets as he stared intently into the horizon of the ocean. From what I could tell, he looked my age, 15, and had brown hair in the perfectly messy hair style. The black blazer, he wore, hugged him at his broad shoulders and muscular arms. His pressed black pants were dusted with sand from him walking bare foot in it. I was 10 feet from this mystery boy when he started to turn around. I felt myself gasp in anticipation to find out who he was. The first thing I saw was his brilliant green eyes like the ocean he was admiring just a second ago. The second, fire. I don’t know where the fire came from, but it appeared where my green-eyed mystery was a second before. Erupting in a blast of heat, it turned all sand around it to glass. It surged towards me forming a hand and grabbing my wrist. I screamed and fell backwards, pulling and yanking in attempt to free myself, but nothing could stop the fire-creature from dragging my into the center of its flame. I had my last glimpse of glimmering ocean before being engulfed in a raging roar of red. I woke up with a start, my heart beating so fast I thought it was going to escape from its bony cage. Gasping for air, I sat up in my bed taking off my baby blue covers. Wiping the cold sweat off my brow, I try to take deep shallow breathes to lower my heart rate and to calm myself from the adrenaline still coursing through my veins. "Well, that's new…heh," I mumbled to myself. Also if you see any grammatical or spelling errors, please tell me. thank youp.s. I have never heard of or read the house of night series. so how do I keep my story from being confused with it cuz kyler is not a vampire? more

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Resolved Question: How can I improve these first few paragraphs of my story?

It was a very gloomy day. The skies were a deep and ugly grey, and the usually beautiful turquoise waters had changed to a dark shade of blue. The palm trees swayed in the wind, but the ocean seemed oddly calm. The only others on the beach were a couple of kids playing on some large rocks near the side. My bare feet hit the soft white sand and I stood there, unsure of what to do next. Why had I come here anyways? Was I going to go for a swim? The water was probably freezing cold. But it just wasn’t the right day to sit on the beach and soak up the sun. After a few minutes of standing and staring at the glistening ocean I finally decided to go for it. I threw of my shirt and jumped in. I was almost instantly paralyzed by the cold water, but I kept swimming. My lungs felt as if they were going to explode and the cuts on my back burned from the salty water. The fiery sensation brought back the memory of last night. I could suddenly hear my dads yelling in my mind. I suddenly saw his angry face as he shoved me into the glass cabinet. I could once again feel the sharp shooting pain as the millions of tiny glass splinters went into my back after the glass door shattered under impact. As I got further from shore I felt my feeling slowly numb away, and although the water was frigid and the muscles in my arms were starting to scream in agony, I kept going. more

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Resolved Question: My English paper. Does it sound ok?

Spinning in the tea cups at Disney World, I couldn’t focus on just one thing so I looked at Katie sitting across from me. It was autumn 2004, and I was in fourth grade. My trip to Disney World was the most memorable experience of my life. We’ve been wanting to go there for a while and finally bought out tickets and got a hotel room. When we began driving I had no idea what was in store for me, who knew Ohio was so big?! We had to take two cars to fit all of us. I was me, my sister Savanna, my cousin Kaitlynne, Nana, Papa, Mom and my aunt and uncle. Two days in the car with your cousin and sister would sound miserable, bit it really wasn’t. We had fun on the was there. We stopped at Savannah, Georgia to take a picture because Savanna thought it was cool that there was a city that was the same name as hers. In South Carolina we went to the beach and collected seashells. There were houses down there that reminded me of Dr. Seuss’ drawings. They were abnormally shaped and seemed like cookie jars rather than houses. Just when we crossed the Florida border Katie, Savanna and I asked my mom almost every minute “are we there yet?!” At last we were! I saw the sign that said, “Walt Disney World, Where Dreams Come True” accompanied by Mickey Mouse and a bunch of palm trees! I couldn’t have been any more excited! We went to the front desks and checked in, and then we made our way to the Fantasia hotel. Our room was right by the huge statue of a ballerina and a toy soldier. We got right to the Magic Kingdom to see Cinderella’s castle and ride some rides. I saw Walt Disney’s statue of him and Mickey Mouse called “Partners” right when we walked it. Just seeing it was unforgettable. There, I met Alice, Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dumb from my all time favorite movie, Alice in Wonderland. Tweedle-Dee took out my hair and tied it up in a side pony, I was just laughing the whole time and my mom was taking pictures. Katie was talking to Alice, and Savanna was getting her picture with Tweedle-Dumb. That experience was one I’ll never forget. We took pictures with all of the Disney characters; I got their autographs and everything. We went to Epcot, which was really cool. There, we went to italy and Russia and all kinds of places in the World Showcase. The ride inside the Epcot ball was fun. Katie, Papa, mom and I went on the ride called “Mission Space” where you have to land your spaceship on Mars. It felt so real! It sucked me to the seat like a vacuum as we left Earth. We could move our heads or talk. Katie was the pilot and I was the communications manager, everyone had their own jobs on the spaceship. We got there in one piece and came back to Earth with a good report. When the ride was over my mom had to explain to Katie that we didn’t really go to Mars and we we’re just spinning extremely fast. Ever since then I go on every spinning ride when I go to amusement parks. At the Animal Kingdom we took a safari and saw all of the African animals in the wild. There were giraffes, zebras, hippos and even lions. I was afraid because there wasn’t anything keeping the animals from us, it was just open land. At Hollywood Studios we got to see Indiana Jones Live Stunt Spectacular. They were blowing up cars and running around the stage. I could feel the hot fire in my face, even in the audience. There were so many other rides I went on at Disney World, but I just can’t remember them all. This trip taught me to never let go of your childhood because you only have it once. Also, to live every second of your life with happiness. That’s why I cherish the memories I have from Disney World and it is my most memorable experience. That's the end. I got a B on it, so if anyone has any suggestions on hoe to revise it, that'd be cool (^-^) THANK YOU more

Voting Question: My version of "Always Coming Back Home to You"?

["Cops Keep Firing" Sample] <-- Just a foot note if I ever record this. Ain't no cops firin' in my environment/ but the sun keeps shinin', old folks retirin'. No mean streets for a couple of miles/ and old men on Viagra are our only drug buyers. I'm from sunny South Florida with Palm Trees & beaches/ where the lowest paying jobs seem to be those of teachers. No high crime rates, this ain't a murder capital/ it's the capital of tangerines where Jacksonville's our capital. No we don't see it on the news as often/ As New York, L.A., Atlanta, Detroit, or Boston. Cuz it's quiet down here, most of these people are tired/ of watchin' out on the streets for all these bad f*ckin' drivers! And as much as I try to get away from you/ I'm like Slug, Always Coming Back Home to You. I still need to add some lines before I can record it, but that last line is gonna stay at the end regardless. more

Resolved Question: palm tree shaped beach in arabia?

how can i find info on the palm tree shaped man made beach in an arabian country? i've been searching for it for years, now its on the yahoo front page and i still cant find info about it. where do i find info about it more

Resolved Question: writing a descriptive paragraph for the beach?

well i done the beginning A beach in Hawaii on a December day is like a day at a lake in mid August. The beach smells fresh, almost like a new ocean breeze air freshener. Walking on the warm, cinnamon sand soothes my soul. The sand is hot and looks like gold blended in with little white specks; it sparkles like the water running off the swimmers back and feels like walking on coals from a burning grill. I spread out a towel under the shade of a great palm tree and watched my surroundings. The rainbow towels dotting the beach are covered by porcelain-like figures. A net is up towards the water, and a few more figures dive to save a falling volleyball. Not far from the shore, you can see the coral sitting still in the wild and shallow water. Turtles drift in to see all the people. People are laughing and playing in the burning sand, and others are relaxing on the beach bronzing their skin while enjoying the bright rays of light coming from the sun, the scent of tanning lotion tingles at my nose. From a far distance the ocean is a deep navy blue; waves come in like a bulldozer from all the wind , I see occasional kayaks hovering over the water, and sometimes, I can see a fish hop out of the water, its body glimmering in the sun. In a distance, a house is beautifully placed right by the water, so it can look across the ocean each and every day. but now i want to make it seem like im a camera now i zoomed in to a specific part but i need some help more

Resolved Question: Anyone with experience vacationing in the Florida Keys?

We have three kids (all under 4) and want an easy beach vacation, with warm, clear water, nice sandy beaches, palm trees, and beach bars (for mom and dad). Key West is a little too hectic we hear (for a family of 5). Any suggestions on other beaches near Key West? How far is it to drive to South Beach from that general area? Thanks. more

Voting Question: Would you consider someone who can write a good free verse rhythmic poem compared to a “blank verse” more.....?

talented at writing? I have this problem when it comes to writing my poems, I always have a tendency to rhyme. It comes naturally to me, maybe because i listen to a lot of obscure hip-hop (I'm not talking about the corporate sellouts on the radio either, I'm talking true artists). Here are a couple of poems i wrote. I'm not sure i like them because of the rhyming scheme, it seems kind of cheesy. What do you think of them? What do i need to work on? Goleta Beach Strolling down to Goleta beach, out on the peer Hear the sweet oceans caress Whisper in my ear Just a cool enough breeze, to cool the suns sweat A fresh ocean mist With the crash of each new set Soft silky sand running through my toes It’s like four separate hourglasses Where no time arose Mussels clenched tightly to each peers post Gulls floating along the skyline With a gnawingly loud boast Three pelicans soar by as I lie on my back Like silent assassins Awaiting their next attack Sailboats bob on the open sea Mountains just beyond that hazy glee The wind whips branches of a nearby palm tree Just about time to catch our own set of wings Its not going to be that much fun Back to the reality of things Globalized Women Sweat and toil, as they cross foreign borders To follow the hierarchy, of a new world order Coerced from their cultural traditions, into new urban settings A rhetorical emphasis on material, is what they are getting Caused by third world nations states, being indebted Forced by first world officials, a new ideology imbedded Powerful countries issue, a hegemonic decree Poor countries governments devalue, an already worthless currency It doesn’t matter if you have a college degree, or come from the slum You must go abroad, to earn that lump sum No solidarity, but only self-interests A lack of the social that could bring co-existence A patriarchal presence, tends to persist Where women’s honor is shamed, men’s responsibility a mist Mostly young and easily exploited Shop workers, domestic servants, Is what elites anointed No common kin, an emotional churn Bodies run down, tired from the little they earn Sent back home at any time, no equal rights to define Like a new form of slavery, all unfortunate combined All the money sent home, to keep the family afloat No money themselves, left feeling remote It seems a lack of heart, from the powers above It hurts so much, the opposite meaning of a symbolic white dove more

Resolved Question: Where can I find artwork of city skylines in large poster form?

Already framed pieces are out of my budget. And so I would like to purchase large photograph posters of "city skylines" or "city art" (like Charles DeMuth paintings), that are approximately 30 inches wide by 24 inches, maybe even a bit larger than that. I can have them framed/ matted myself as I think it would be less expensive to do that. Can you recommendation any websites to find these prints? Other suggestions of other "city/metropolitan art"? Other info: I live in a place where Palm trees and beach art is the norm, and I really miss big city and its art... more

Voting Question: what dose this dream mean , it seemed so real ?

last monday Night I had a dream that my dad , my mom and me , and someone else I cant seem to remeber who they were . we were at a resort that my mom works for and it is on the beach . well we were all on the padio of a condo she was cleaning and for some reason I was watching this one wave and it went back sort of far and then a huge wave , like a tsunami crashed and a wave hit us even thought we were high up on a padio , and for some reason there was a really tall palm tree that my mom was tied to from underwear an she was dangling there from the tree while my dad didnt know what to do , and I was screaming for help . I have been worried about the 2012 theory ( no harsh commments ) also I had a nother dream where my back door neighbor told me that she dosent thing we should go out , but she is a girl and so am I and i am straight completely and we are only friends in real life ! dose any of these dreams mean something . also I have been worried over both . what do they mean . is it just a dream about soemthing I have been worrieing about or what . more

Resolved Question: Need help with punctuation as well as a line in my poem!?

The line which I need help is within brackets. I want something to do with the salt or the sand, but I can't think of a real good line. Any ideas? Also help with my punctuation would be greatly appreciated. I don't really know how to punctuate a poem properly. Treading the gentle shores, The silhouette of the palm trees Paint the softly hued beach With precision only nature can provide. Drifting with the cool ocean breeze As the waves caress the coast The aroma of salt scents the air [ While sand massages your feet ] Reflections of the moon On the canvas of the dark ocean Can lead the most stubborn of men To entertain the divine. The endless sea, Capable of humbling any man – For that moment you understand The knowledge which Magellan sought.well no crap but u could at least tell me where to put punctuation. i mean - is it ok to have three lines in a row with a comma?or you could at least suggest where you think commas and periods should go. not give me some vague answer more

Voting Question: Retro fish tank decorations?

I need something large for the center of my 55 gallon fish tank but can't find what i am looking for. Its a beach set up, mainly with ALOT of shells and some retro looking palm trees and tiki heads. I'm looking to get a statue for the middle of a pin up girl. Any thoughts on where I could find one?Yes retro pinup... does go hand in hand. more

Resolved Question: Should I submit this for my Standard Grade (Scottish exams) English Prelim folio?

Danger in the Deep It was a beautiful day in the Bahamas. The palm trees were swaying, the crystal blue waters were shimmering, and occasionally you could see a couple of fish dart past. We were walking along a road just next to breath-taking beaches following a diving instructor, holding our oxygen tanks, flippers and mouth pieces. The oxygen tanks were very heavy and a few people in our group were walking in a comical fashion, because there wet suits were probably too tight. We finally reached the pier to which our catamaran was tied. I glanced down the pier to see the watermark where the tide was at his highest. Scattered all the way below was dried up seaweed and pretty shells. As I looked further down I saw that the pier was far longer than I had thought, stretching probably another 15 meters under the water. We walked down it and then clambered onto the boat. We all took our seats and then we set off. Slowly we started to go faster and faster until the boat was smacking off of the waves and our bums hurt. Our attention was caught by a pod of dolphins leaping out of the water. They were so graceful and beautiful. It just made me feel so lucky I was to be here. Then, just as I was getting used to the motion of the boat, the instructor slowed down until we stopped and got out of the cabin. “Okay everyone, go and get your oxygen tanks and flippers, and then, I think we will be ready.” I heaved on my oxygen tank and formed a line with a partner. Then I sat on the edge with my partner, and fell backwards. The water rushed over my head and immersed me in the tropical blue waters of the Bahamas. We all gathered together under water and got or partners again and swam off. I swam along looking at all the beautiful coral reefs and the vivid coloured fish. It all went really quick and I could have stayed out there for far longer. But I suppose we had to because it was starting to get a bit darker. We just started swimming forward slowly when I realised that my air tube was caught on some coral. It wasn’t a big deal so the instructor just swam down and was going to take it off. And then we saw it - a flash of silver darting past. Panicking, the instructor tugged at the pipe, it just wasn’t coming off. Then I spotted another silver flash behind us, and then to the left. I tugged really hard and the coral broke, setting me free. As I turned around, all I could see was blood in the water, and then the body of the instructor floating upwards with his arm detached to his body. I suddenly realised that my oxygen tank was running out, so in desperation, I swam back to the dead remains of the instructor because I know that they had bigger tanks than us. So I took his tank and pulled mine off and put on his. I felt really selfish doing this, but it’s not like he was going to need it. I swam back up slowly, as I knew that I would explode if I went up too quick. As I swam up upwards so painfully slowly I knew that the shark could get me at any time. I finally reached the top. Then I realised that I was stuck in open water by myself… A day past and I was shattered, because I didn’t dare to sleep. My stomach was wrenching as I hadn’t eaten anything for ages. My head was sore from not drinking anything and I probably would have lost more from diving. I was so tempted to just drink the water around me, but that would just dehydrate me even more. Now and again I would swish water around me mouth just to stop it being so dry and then I would spit it out. I was so cold, I had lost all feeling in my legs and my fingers looked like they had been in the water for years because they were so wrinkly. I was so tired so I just closed my eyes and tried so desperately not to fall asleep, but I couldn’t help it. I woke to the sound of an engine; which was strange because I couldn’t see one. But the I looked round and saw the best thing in my life, a fishing boat! I flapped around as much as I could, so it could notice me, and it turned and started to come towards me! Closer and closer until it was right beside me. It chucked down a ladder and one of the crew members climbed down and heaved me up, I would have never been able to climb up myself, I was too weak. They took me on and took my life jacket off of me and gave me a towel and water. Then once I warmed up they gave me some soup. Once I got back to solid ground I found out that what happened was that they had mixed up the registers of who was going and who wasn’t and the wrong register had two less people than what there should have been. So they left us out assuming that they had everyone. I can tell you one thing, I’m not going diving again! And also, can you tell me if you spot any spelling errors, because you know how its difficult to spot them in your own writing. Thanks everyone! more

Resolved Question: Is this a good beginning for my story?

Excuse spelling mistakes. :D Move. Dodge. Duck. Swerve. Weave. My school felt like a jungle. I moved through the crowded halls trying to make my way to my locker. Jocks body slammed, populars giggled and flipped their hair, nerds waited to be attacked, teachers waited for the day to end. Me? I waited for my life to end. My world came crashing down a few weeks before when we moved from my wonderful home in Hawaii, to a little town in New Hampshire. I had friends and family in Hawaii. My hoa and ohana. But my parents took it away from me. So, I was stuck in thst town. No palm trees, no beaches, it was cold because it was fall. I hated it there. And I hated it even more as I passed the populars, on my way to my locker, and they started laughing and whispering even more. I blushed in embarrassment and picked up the pace. I finally reached my locker and opened it. Setting my books inside I scanned the door. Pictures of me and my friends, Kai and Halua. I smiled. We hall signed the back of the picture. Malia, Kai, Holua. I sighed, remembering the day we did it. Other then the picture, I had stickers, other pictures and a mirror on my door. I looked in the mirror. My tan skin and dark hair didn't exactly blend in with the other kids. I mean, some of the kids had tans, and some had dark hair, but not like me. I wasn't just a white girl with a tan. I was a Hawaiian girl. There wasn't really anyone like me in the school. And no one had a name like mine. Malia Koli Onakapu. Everyone else was Emily Jonston and Jacob White and Hannah Smith. No one had a name like me. I slipped my books into my locker and closed it again. No one could remember my name, either. It was Malika or Halia or Alina. I mean, what's so hard about Malia? It's only three syllables! Ma-Li-A. That's it. I understand not remember Onakapu. But Malia? I turned and started down the hall, ready to make my journey home. "Later, Kalika." I heard. I rolled my eyes, not bothering to correct the person. I had a death grip on the straps of my backpack. I don't know why. My nuckles were turning white, though. I held my breath as I came up on the last few feet to the door. Pushing it open I felt a rush of cool air strike my face. I looked around curiously. I think it was snowing. I had never seen snow before. I walked outside and watched as the little dots hit the ground, speckling it with white. I held out my hand, waiting for it to accumulate there, but it didn't. "It wont build up on your bare hand." I heard. I turned to see a young girl standing there. She had short brown hair and was wearing guy clothes. "It's partially frozen ice. It'll melt on you hand. Body heat." I lowered my hand. "Right." I said. "I've never seen snow before. Other then on TV." She took a few steps closer to me with a curious look. "Where are you from?" she asked. "Hawaii." She smiled. She started walking, so I followed. "That's cool." she said. "I vacationed there once. It's a really nice island." I nodded, looking around the small town. "It really is." I said.I ment partially frozen water, not ice. :) more

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I want to live in a country where all the time the weather is sunny, no cloud, my home to be near ocean and with palm trees near the beach. Which country should I choose? Remember that I can afford to live in any country I choose for now and I don't want to loose this occasion. more

Resolved Question: Any tips on how to decorate for a Under the Sea prom theme?

Okay, so our theme for prom is "A Night to Treasure" a.k.a Beach/ Under the sea. When students first arrive their going to see the "shore" part. Complete with palm trees, beach towelss, beach balls, and etc. We've pretty much got the outside of the area complete with what we are going to do... However, inside is when it gets tricky. The ceiling is extremely high and we've been told that we can't hang anything from it. We have also been told that we are not allowed to hang anything from the walls. Does anybody have any creative ideas that we could you to go all out? And also any suggestions for food or drinks would be greatly appreciated! Thank you! (: more

Resolved Question: Looking for a fantastic beach vacation on a budget. Any ideas?

Looking for a great tan and some nice sun for two weeks during March-April. Looking into something exotic- possibly Belize or Australia. I really want the gorgeous beaches, white sand, jewel-toned sea.. palm trees:) any place you can recommend on a budget? It would be much appreciated! more

Resolved Question: Other than Miami.. what other beach destinations are out there?

it happended that i got 1 week off on the new year!.. I'm thinking of spending it on the beach.. i'm looking (white sand, clear blue water, great views, palm trees, vollyball.. u know.. beach stuff).. i was thinking San Diego.. but i realized today that the water get really cold in the winter.. :( so the only other destination is Florida.. i've been to Miami before and i'm looking for a more 'naive' beach, so: where else can i go for a perfect beach vacation.. thx in advance.. more

Resolved Question: People who reside in/are VERY familiar with Florida...?

Basically, I am in love with Florida. The weather, palm trees, beach, etc. When I vacation there, I see myself living there. I plan on transferring down to University of Tampa next year, as a Sophomore. I have wanted to go to college in Florida since I was 8 years old, I just didn't have the grades to do it this year. So my question is, is Tampa a good area? What are your favorite areas of Florida and why? Would I regret moving there? I plan on transferring down there because I plan on going into Law and feel it would be easier for connections/internships, etc. instead of waiting it out until college is over. Thanks for all your help! ANY advice appreciated! more

Resolved Question: I Need a Good Title!!!?

I'm writing a desciptive paragraph on a picture of a beach with a palm tree and a chair sitting in the sand. I am descrbing the beach from a grain of sand's point of view. Do you have any ideas for what I can title this essay? It can be cute or silly or whatever! Thanks! more

Resolved Question: A descriptive poem with no name?

Treading the gentle shores The silhouette of the palm trees Paint the softly hued beach With precision only nature can provide. Cool ocean breeze pushing you along As the waves caress the coast The aroma of salt scents the air. You can almost taste it. Reflections of the moon On the canvas of the dark ocean Can lead the most stubborn of men To entertain the divine. The endless sea, Capable of humbling any man For that one moment you understand The knowledge which Magellan sought. I dont like You can almost taste it anymore. Critique please. more

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Ok, so tmrw i am going on a trip with my school to a show. I need help deciding what to wear. Here are my choices. Shirts: Sage Green v-neck that has a cute design going down the side (looks like pins) with a navy blue cami Indigo v-neck with plaid pattern and small designs (stars, etc.) with cream cami. Chartreuse (bright yellow/green) scoop neck with black cami. White v-neck with aeropostale california written down the side and a sunset/beach/palm tree scene wit gray cami. BEST ANSWER WILL BE CHOSEN! more