Coffeeeeeeeeeeee talk. C/C?

Posted by Admin on 28 Jan 2011 | Filed under: Uncategorized

she smiled
two cracked maroon colored lips
in between
a pair of parenthesis
a couple
lonely jagged yellowed teeth
sliding through
every breathless word she spoke
a set of
sagging eyes framed in wrinkles
green tinted
flecked craters shone in
reflection

the light fastened above
casted a dreary glow
upon her greying hair
as she moved back and forth
shaking her head in sin
capturing the light in
every possible strand

fingers entwined
eloped within
cold porcelain
looped around her
favorite mug

dragging her finger across the rim
cutting through coffee steam in the air
she whispers
as harsh sunlight rays penetrate through
a gentle cloud of cigarette smoke
“it’s always too dark”
I stare
she sips

the lonely woman
the unfamiliar
sitting before me
the one I called home
I was within you
once but not again
“you will never know”
she stares

how easily
you see the
flaws within me
I’m sorry, mom

What should I give my mom for her birthday?

Posted by Admin on 27 Jan 2011 | Filed under: Uncategorized

I know this question is common but all the answers i see don’t fit my mom. My mom doesn’t watch T.V. because she works all day and I can’t make some food because my mom is overprotective of me. She loves me and my sisters the most and she likes the smell of lavender but this year i want to give her something really special for her. I already gave her a portrait of her, a picture of the family, a picture of us only, we bought her lavender candles, a set of those water things that smells nice and you put a stick in it (forgot the name >.<),a pillow that’s really good for your neck and stuff and makes you feel much more relaxed and I gave her…………….there was ALOT more but somehow I can’t remember… oh well but I’m thinking I should buy her a mug warmer for her coffee when she goes to work and (#) flowers but I want to give her more…..oh and she doesn’t want any gift cards,those spa tickets,movie tickets, and stuff like that. I want to buy her one more thing for her but I don’t know so any suggestions for what I should get her for and any ideas what I should cook for her….something nice and easy
(You know what I’m just going to cook her in bed XP even if I get in trouble because it’s her birthday)
Please don’t give me mean comments >.< if you got nothing nice to say then please don’t answer and every answer is appreciated
Please and thank you :D

How Does This Sound For A 'Confrontational' Scene?

Posted by Admin on 22 Jan 2011 | Filed under: Uncategorized

Hey peeps!
Ok, so this is a scene i’ve been trying really hard to get right and i was just wondering what you guys thought of it.
Basically, what’s happening is Ryan’s parents (yes, she’s a girl haha), have just come back from a three month business trip and are trying to tell her some important news.
I’m just wondering what you guys think of Ryan in this scene. How does she come across to you? Bratty? Whiney? Selfish? Annoyed? Confused? How does she sound?
Thanks guys! Here’s the scene!

“You guys went swimming…with dolphins…on a business trip!” Whoa! Ok, so I’m now officially jealous of my parents. “What was it like?” Dad rocked backwards in his chair with laughter at the expression on my face. I’m sure it was something along the lines of the Cheshire Cat crossed with some kid hyped up on candy.
“Ryan, it was great. We took loads of photo’s for you. Oh, and we have presents for you of course.” My Dad sipped at his coffee and smiled at me warmly. My grin soon faded when Dad handed over some photo’s. I’ve always wanted to swim with dolphins. “Sorry, Kiddo. We’ll go on holiday sometime soon, ok? Right after we finish this contract, set up our business in Tokyo, get this house fixed up and buy you a new car.”
“What’s wrong with the house? And my car’s fine.” Again, my Dad laughed at me when I suddenly change from a disappointed face to a pouty kid. “My car’s got attitude, that’s all.” I lied about my car, not wanting them to know about how I was struggling to get it into a garage for a service. “It’s good as new.” Ha! What a joke!
“Sweetheart, this house just isn’t what we want anymore.” My Mum spoke up before my Dad had a chance and finished stirring her coffee. I drank my hot chocolate, taking in the sugar to wake me up, and looked over at Mum. “This house needs modernising. It’s not our style anymore.” A quick glance between my parents and my stomach dropped. Surely they don’t want to move. Again. “We were thinking of moving to somewhere a little bit bigger. Maybe a place where you can go to a Dance School.” Oh, hell no!
“Uh, thanks but no thanks. I dance because I want to, not because I want some stupid, stuck up snob telling me I need to improve on my ‘pivots’ and what not.” My Dad couldn’t help but laugh, but my Mum looked annoyed. “I dance for fun, Mum. Plus, I’ve got everything sorted out here. I don’t wanna move. I really like it here.” My voice was heavy with defeat. Was there even a point in trying? “Please?”
“Ryan, you don’t have to move if you don’t want to.” Wait. What?
“Craig, not now.” My Mum sighed and brushed her fingers against her hair, pushing it behind her ear. “We can talk about that some other time.”
“The sooner the better, Jean. She should know now.”
“Let her have her fun.”
“Guys, I can hear everything you’re saying and I’m freakin’ out a bit.” My hot chocolate slipped down my throat almost too easily as I peered at my parents over the mug with a frown. “Whatever it is, just tell me. I’m seventeen. I can take it.”
“Would you like the blunt version?” Dad finished off his coffee and pulled out a cigarette from a metal case, lighting it up and giving me more info than he thought. He smokes when he’s stressed. He’s stressed when there’s bad news. There’s bad news when he smokes. It’s a circle of info he’s not aware he’s giving.
“Blunt would be nice. No bull, no lies, no sugar coating. Just, please tell me what’s going on.”
“Ryan-”
“No.” I interrupted my Mum when she went to scold me for almost swearing and sighed straight after I interrupted her. “Just…just tell me.” Silence. My parents looked at each other for a few long seconds before Dad nodded slightly, puffing out smoke. Mum put her hands together, linking her fingers and looking straight at me.
“Ryan, your mother and I would love to take the opportunity to-” Dad stopped himself from talking and smiled at me, leaning forward.
“I said blunt.” My smile was so small, I doubt they even saw it. My skin suddenly became itchy at the tense atmosphere surrounding the three of us. This wasn’t going to be good news, was it?
“We’re moving to Japan, kiddo.” My jaw almost hit the table underneath me. “The flights are booked for two weeks.”
“…” I was frozen in place. “…what?”

So, what did you guys think? And please don’t just say it was good or bad. I would LOVE some critique! And don’t forget, how did Ryan come across?
I was trying to get her to sound disappointed and let down, but i don’t know if that’s how she came across or not.

Thank you!!!!

Oh and just one more thing to add in. They are currently living in Australia so as you can imagine, Tokyo is a fair way from where they are now.
And also, this isn’t the beginning of the story. It’s the start of Chapter 4

Thanks again =)
Ok, i totally see what you’re syaing about Ryan when she interupts her mum but i’m really struggling with that bit. I want Ryan to sound desperate for her parents to tell her what’s going on and i want her parents to be reluctant to tell her because Ryan has been through a lot lately and they know that Ryan doesn’t want to move.
How can i change it so she doesn’t sound like a complete b*tch and so her parents don’t sound like push overs??
Thank you =)

Trying To Write A 'Confrontational' Scene But Need Help?

Posted by Admin on 20 Jan 2011 | Filed under: Uncategorized

Hey guys!!
Ok, so I’m trying to write this scene where this girls parents have come back after a very long business trip and they’ve got some news they want to break to her. Anyway, i don’t know if it sounds ok or not.
Please feel more than welcome to critique, change dialogue, add in bits etc to help me out =)
Here’s what i have so far.

“You guys went swimming…with dolphins…on a business trip!”
“Ryan, we’ve been working on that deal for three months now. I think we deserved a little relaxation time.” My Dad sipped at his coffee and smiled at me. “Sorry, Kiddo. We’ll go on holiday sometime soon, ok? Right after we finish this contract, set up our business in Tokyo, get this house fixed up and buy you a new car.”
“What’s wrong with the house? And my car’s fine.” I lied about my car, not wanting them to know about how I was struggling to get to work on time.
“Sweetheart, this house just isn’t what we want anymore.” My Mum spoke up before my Dad had a chance and finished stirring her coffee. I drank my hot chocolate, taking in the sugar to wake me up, and knew what was coming next. “This house needs modernising. It’s not our style anymore.” A quick glance between my parents and my stomach dropped. “We were thinking of moving to somewhere a little bit bigger. Maybe a place where you can go to a Dance School.”
“Thanks but no thanks. I dance because I want to, not because I want some stupid, stuck up snob telling me I need to improve on my ‘pivots’ and what not.” My Dad couldn’t help but laugh, but my Mum looked annoyed. “I don’t wanna move.”
“Ryan, you don’t have to move if you don’t want to.”
“Craig, not now.” My Mum sighed and brushed her fingers against her hair, pushing it behind her ear. “We can talk about that some other time.”
“The sooner the better, Jean. She should know now.”
“Let her have her fun.”
“Guys, I can hear everything you’re saying and I’m freakin’ out a bit.” My hot chocolate slipped down my throat almost too easily as I peered at my parents over the mug. “Whatever it is, just tell me. I’m seventeen. I can take it.”
“Would you like the blunt version?” Dad finished off his coffee and pulled out a cigarette from metal case, lighting it up and giving me more info than he thought. He smokes when he’s stressed. He’s stressed when there’s bad news. There’s bad news when he smokes. It’s a circle of info he’s not aware he’s giving.
“Blunt. Right now. No bull, no lies, no sugar coating.”
“Ryan-”
“No!” I interrupted my Mum when she went to scold me for almost swearing and sighed straight after I yelled. “Just…just tell me.” Silence. My parents looked at each other for a few long seconds before Dad nodded slightly, puffing out smoke. Mum put her hands together, linking her fingers and looking straight at me.
“Ryan, your mother and I would love to take the opportunity to-”
“I said blunt.” My skin suddenly became itchy at the tense atmosphere surrounding the three of us. This wasn’t going to be good news.
“We’re moving to Japan, kiddo.”

So, what do you guys think? How’d you feel reading this?
Thank you =)
Totally forgot to add in that the family are living in Australia right now so as you can imagine, it’s not going to be a simple move.
Yeah, i know she seems like a brat right now but there’s been heaps of details missed cause i can’t write the entire story in here as to why she really doesn’t wanna move. Her best friend passed away a few months ago, her parents are never home and are always moving so she gets dragged along, she’s really liking college, her parents are really care free and let her do her own thing as if she were living by herself already. there’s heaps of stuff to add to it.
And yeah, i know Ryan is a boys name but i really like the name for my character.
can you give me any tips on how to change some of the words around so Ryan doesn’t sound do brattish and controlling over her parents. Thanks =)
oh, and my parents pretty much did the exact same convo with me when they were trying to tell me we were moving from England to Australia. They kept stopping mid sentence and sugar coating everything until i got really annoyed and told them to tell me blunt. so they did. That’s why i want the dialogue like

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF MY GIFT IDEAS?!?! ANY NEW SUGGESTIONS!!!?!?!?!?

Posted by Admin on 05 Jan 2011 | Filed under: Uncategorized

the gift is for one of my best friends, kate. i went to forever 21 and bought her a cute pair of plaid sleep-shorts (.50), and a tank (.50) to make like a pajama set. but i feel like it isnt enough (but not because i spent so little).
i am looking to not spend toooo much, becuase im on the broke side this xmas,and she also said she didnt spend tooooo much on me. but i am a crazy gift giver lol im so worried the person wont like their gift! so i always end up getting something a bit like "over the top"

i had a couple ideas of what to include with the pajama set:

1. a matching plaid blanket, with a pair of those reallyyyy comfy butter socks, or they are also refered to as feather socks (about another )

2. aromatherapy to help you sleep body lotion, and bath soak ( another ) but i worry that that would be a little impersonal, since shes a good friend

3. a coffee mug, hot cocoa mix and tea bags (another )

4. a couple good smelling candles (the least expensive at another ) but i also worry that that would be a little impersonal

what do you think!?!?!

which option would you choose?

any NEW suggestion??

id really appreciate any opinions!

have a happy holiday season! :)

Would this be an appropriate gift to give my Teacher?

Posted by Admin on 30 Dec 2010 | Filed under: Uncategorized

Well, I’ve already bought her a Coffee Mug and Hot Cocoa Set for the Holidays & will be able to give it to her after break. I’d also like to get here something else too because she fixed my grade when other teachers said it can’t be done & what not. Is it alright if I get her Victoria Secret lotion? Would it be awkward though to get her something from there as it is too personal?

Victoria Secret "Secret Garden Collection" Hydrating Body Lotion Set
Or should I just give her a gift card to like Starbucks or something as the second gift?

Christmas presents advice? CLUELESS!!?

Posted by Admin on 20 Dec 2010 | Filed under: Uncategorized

alright so a few things…

next monday will be my company’s christmas party.. we are doing a white elephant gift exchange! the limit that we can spend on the gift is 25 dollars and we are not allowed to buy gag gifts!
last year someone bought a tick-tack-toe shot glass set that EVERYONE fought over hahah and also a Beer Pong game set… that seems too "childish" this year. we also had like 20 Coffee mugs from starbucks!
i just dont know what i should buy this year! i was one of the losers who bought a coffee mug with coffee and NO SURPRISE that i got a coffee mug when it was my turn to pick a present haha.
please help with that gift.

also, i have no idea what to get my boyfriend for christmas. his birthday just passed and i got him the Call of Duty Black Ops which he loved, but now i dont know what to get him… guys are hard to shop for :/

all your help is appreciated!! thanks guys!!
:)

How can I improve the grammar in this sentence?

Posted by Admin on 19 Dec 2010 | Filed under: Uncategorized

"Love my dish set especially the bowls and mugs. Both perfect for a plentiful serving of cereal and coffee."

Right now I think I’m saying that both the bowl and mug are meant for both cereal and coffee. How do I separate the two and make the sentence mean what I’m trying to say.

what could be causeing this, resonance maybe? fluid dynamics problem with honey and coffee?

Posted by Admin on 02 Dec 2010 | Filed under: Uncategorized

so i just noticed this and haven’t thought about it enough. i poured a small amount (enough to cover about 3/4s of the bottom) of honey in the bottom of my coffee mug (white ceramic) and poured some coffee on top (coffee was not very black so i could clearly see the honey puddle through only about 1/4th on an inch deep coffee) and swirled it around immediately i noticed some cool light patterns on the bottom of the coffee mug i stoped swirling and the light patterns slowly faded away (so they must be ascociated with the honey)
i think the particles in the coffee flying over the honey are setting up a harmonic patterns in the honey
you gotta try it

What do you think of my writing style? Would you read on? Suggestions?

Posted by Admin on 25 Nov 2010 | Filed under: Uncategorized

Okay, so I need some help. I’m starting to write a realistic fiction (actually, i’m about 70 pages in) and though my family has provided nothing but praise about this, they are, indeed, family. so, I need some outside input. some researched, unbiased input. If you could read a little bit (i’ve included the first half of the first chapter) and then give me some constructive criticism…or at least tell me what you think. That would be great. Thank you.

01. I woke.
There came a sort of nauseous feeling as the blaze of light stunned my senses. I tore out of my bed and tumbled onto the chill of the icy chestnut panels of floor, unready for the pattern that had already began. My body had woken me up at 4:30 and the sun was still nestled deep into the trees outside. The night prior, I had left my lights on, so the beams of light stretched out through my window. It must be the brightest light source in our small city for the moment. I flipped all but one off and settled myself on the tiny fingers of the lush rug in the center of my room. Its texture mimicked a plushy grass, though much more pleasant to the touch.
The month of March had brought a contagious spread of the goose bumps, which I was far too custom to, though not so pleased about. Winter weather is the sort of thing I avoid. But lately, my father has been cutting back on expenses. That included turning the heat off at night, which he was convinced we wouldn’t notice, but I was left in a bind with my early rising. A disgusting shiver came over me and my body was caught up in hiccups of chattering teeth and trembling limbs nearly every second.
After an hour of waiting in absolute silence, the heaters began to buzz. My body rejoiced, and soon after, so did my mind. Dad was up. The hollow thumps echoed as I pounded down the stairs. And around the corner, my goose bumps beckoned a winter sweater. I abruptly snagged one from the coat rack with satisfaction. The goose bumps subsided.
“S’that you, babe?” My father shouted over the start of the dryer in the kitchen. A thick wall divided us.
“Up early…again,” I answered, massaging the back of my neck.
“I’m off to work in an hour,” he said after a substantial silence. I heard him lift the coffeepot from its rest.
“Yes,” I breathed, “I know.” The dryer roared through the pause.
“Just thought I’d remind you.”
I wandered into the kitchen to his voice. I had since slipped on a pair of slippers, which protected my ivory feet from the arctic vinyl. The mugs in the cupboard rattled together as I scooped one out for myself. The piping coffee chuckled in the pot as I poured in the chilly mug. I could smell the crisp aroma of the roasted beans, as the caffeine seemed to billow up my nostrils.
“That’ll stunt your growth, Punkin,” he jokingly warned as I sipped the drink, gripping the toasty mug with both hands. I sighed.
“I thought you were finished calling me that…” I muttered. He smirked with a calm bliss.
“Guess not.” I inhaled another steaming gulp of the rich liquid.
Walt is my father. He is in construction and is always working, nearly doubling his hours and away 6 to 6, every day. And he is the only one I have. My mother was Ali. She was a severe alcoholic and left in an angry frenzy when I was four. For all I know, she was doing drugs. My father tends to blur out the details in favor of her. Honestly, she could be gone now for all I know. I have no brothers or sisters and am usually alone. This home has the capacity to house a full family, but it is narrowed down to us two.
“I want a dog,” I stated, setting the drink down in a rush. His eyes attached themselves to my face.
“Oh?” he listened, my comment out of nowhere…to him.
“You know, like that retriever kind. One to sleep on the end of my bed and lick my empty plate after meals.”
“Ya have this all planned out?” He wondered as he inched to the staircase. I followed.
“No, I’m just home alone a lot. I think it would be good,” I said in a hum.
“I guess it’s something to think about. Later.” A common thing for him: delaying the unimportant. I stood behind his path as the distance between us grew.
All too soon, I found him skating out the door with a weathered leather jacket gripped tightly in his rough, iron hands. His thin ashy hair did a mellow rock as the sudden wind blasted.
“Goodbye,” he hollered. There was a pause before the door began to fall.
“Goodbye,” I slipped in.
Funny, the story does take place in Alaska(:

Thank you for your honestly, And I see what you’re saying. She’s always alone, so I was trying to find a way for her to entertain herself, without drawing too much attention to it. That resulted in the over-excessive description of seemingly unimportant things. And no worries, the story revs up into more of a dialog(:

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