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For more than twenty years Elma has been known all around Redville village as the "Oracle". Whenever she walked in the streets of Redville or even a neighboring town, people would dash at her and demand that Elma would unfold their futures.

"Help me," an old man said, kissing Elma’s bony hand, "will I die anytime soon?"

"No, me first." Another lady said from behind Elma, "will my son live in battle?"

"I’m sorry," Elma patted the old man’s hand and smiled at the lady. "I’ll have to go, I can’t predict anything that has to do with life and death. I’m sorry."

Some People in Redville doubted Elma’s powers and said that her inability to predict life and death made her look like a phony.

"She says that she can predict anything, but she couldn’t predict my husband’s death. She’s just so bad."

Whenever Elma heard these accusations, she’d frown and wave at her ears. She believed in what she did. When a young boy once stopped her on her way back home and asked her why she works as an oracle she replied. "I just wish to make a difference in people’s life." Then she disappeared into thin air.

But things changed on a cold, rainy night. Elma sat at the top of her tower resting her chin on the black stoned fence. After some minutes of gazing aimlessly at the pouring rain, she screwed up her eyes and watched the stars. Thick clouds drifted slowly, isolating the stars from Elma’s sight. And the frequent thunder that cracked through the sky added to her agitation.

She kicked the chair’s leg and elbowed the door of the tower, but before she went down the stony staircase another bolt of thunder boomed across the sky and Elma collapsed on her back.

Feeling sudden heat at her palm, she raised it to her face. A blue light flickered inside her palm lines, as if electricity was going through them. She knew what that meant. Whenever a prophecy falls over an oracle unintentionally her palms go alight.

She held her head up high and breathed in twice. Then she smiled at the smell of the beach that she grew ten years ago down the garden of the tower. Slowly, She cleared her mind, knowing that if she didn’t concentrate in the coming ten minutes, the prophecy would escape her powers and she won’t be able to retrieve it again.

Red light flashed in her head and all of a sudden she found herself in a room with a wide bed, surrounded with a filmy, grey curtain and an open window where the moonlight poured.

A boy squatted on a carpet, crying over the body of a faceless man. Although Elma couldn’t recognize the boy, she felt like he resembled someone she met before. The boy’s wet, brown hair that was pulled backwards, his aquiline nose even his bright blue eyes, where all signs that made Elma connect this boy to someone she knew a long time ago.

In front of the boy there was a man with black hair growing at his chin, but that man had something else that made Elma recognize him immediately, his eyes glimmered with two different colors, one red and the other green. He was Vladimir, the ruler of Redville.

The boy shouted something at Vladimir, his bony cheek bones swooping forward, and then Vladimir took out a wooden handed dagger and dipped in his left chest.

A voice in Elma’s head kept on repeating the name. "The Gustavs. Tell them. The Gustavs"

She knew it. Elma had know Edward Gustav since a long time and when she saw the boy’s face she thought that he might be Edward’s son, but she wasn’t sure until she heard that voice. This prophecy belonged to the Gustavs.

But why will Vladimir kill himself? Why will the Gustav’s boy be there when Vladimir kills himself? And who’s that faceless dead body?

Elma didn’t want to cram her head with more questions. She went down into her room, dragged her cloak and dashed down Redville dark streets on her way to the Gustav’ house.

‘Emma come here right now’ Susan shouted,she was 40 years old and quite frankly sick of tidying up after her kids she had pale blond hair and a small fragile body,she leaned down picking up yet another plate of the floor. She thought she had raised her children to be respectful and obedient but after 15 years she was starting to realise that that was not the case. She stood up straight and gave Emma a look as she came trudging down the stairs. The look on her face said It all she was angry and frustrated ever since Mike had left her she had been working twice as hard just so that they would be able to keep their house and she expected more help and support around the house but obviously the children didn’t understand that.

It was a sunny day and I could feel a warm glow on my body,the sky was baby blue and I breathed in the scent of freshly cut grass as I sat In my garden under the apple tree. I heard my mum once say that this was where my dad proposed to her and she had never been happier,of course that didn’t matter now,he had left them over 2 years ago and It didn’t look like he was coming back. I dwelled on that for a few minutes and than closed my eyes again Imagining what It would be like to go back to that time where everyone was happy and It felt like nothing could ever change that. My mind was drifting and I could feel myself getting lost In my thoughts until my mothers piercing voice woke me up,judging by her recent behaviour she was In no mood for games so I quickly stood up,pulling my skirt down and started walking down the steps Into the house.
Looked like I was right, by the look on her face I knew It was no time for playing around
‘On It mum’ I danced across the room,grabbed the plate and managed to avoid slipping on the mess on the floor. Susan sighed and sat down on the couch rubbing her hands together,winter was coming,she could smell it and she wasn’t sure If they would make It through this time,after all It was so unpredictable,scorching hot one day freezing the next.

Emma went up to her room,she sat on her bed and cuddled her pillow tracing around the embroidery with her fingers,she was annoyed at her mum for making her feel guilty ,her dad for leaving and the rest of the world simply for the way it was,she looked up facing the mirror and studied her face,her features were sharp,her black hair was covering her dark green eyes and as she looked down she noticed how big she had gotten,she had really grown these past few months,she was almost as tall as her brother Aaron.As If on cue he entered the room he shut the door behind him and leaned again the wall ‘You done packing?’ he looked around the messy room and cleared his voice ‘Stupid question’
first draft so take no notice of the punctuation x

I built two raised beds with 2"x12" PT lumber. Knowing that PT lumber should not be used for edible gardening, even thought the manufacturers have changed the chemicals to a copper compound. I initially lined the entire inside of the box with 4mm plastic sheeting and stapled to to the top edge. I did not realize that the plastic would become brittle and shred.

I am wondering if I could pull the dirt back and paint Kilz on the inside of the box to seal it. Is Kilz non toxic? Is the new PT lumber really dangerous as it leaches into vegetable garden soil?

I’m looking to rescue a border collie puppy from a UK rescue centre called Many Tears. I’ve done plenty of research into the breed and keeping dogs, and as a family I do think we’d be a good match, but we would like to be suggested other breeds, so what do you think?

Here’s what we can do (exercise etc.)

-About 1.5 – 2 hours of solid exercise.

-He/she would never be left alone during the day or night, he would go to my dad’s work which has a total of three people and plenty of space and fields

-We do have cats, and will raise correctly

-Socialise well with everyone and everything!!

-Do nice long walks at the weekend too, we love to visit national parks and go hiking

-We have three members of family alltogether

-we will do puppy/dog training classes, we’ve found some really good one’s.

-we would like to rescue

- at least an hour of training

I would absolutley love to do flyball and agility (and obedience too!) as I find this is a great way to spend even more time with your dog, and I’m quite competitive. When my future dog is over 1.5 years old I’ll enroll him/her in agility classes.

Ages of us: two adults in 50′s and a 15 year old, all my cousin’s and family are all grown up to, so no young children

And my experience, as I know they are for novice dog owners:

Talk with everyone who’s going to be involved with the dog – ie. when I’ll be away for a day – won’t happen often – talk with my neighbour to see i she’ll be okay with checking in on my dog for that day (my family are ready for it & want a dog)

-Buy toys/beds/crates – research food, clicker training and ll the other essentials

-Research more into the breeds I would like

-When I get the dog to get him vaccinated

-Neuter/Spay my dog when the time is right (when fully mature)

-Know the walking routes I will take each day (about 2.5 miles, excluding playing time in the garden) and walk the routes so I get an idea

-Walk neighbours dogs, I also help out at a kennels for more experience.

-For my cats begin introducing doggy smells to them.

-Create a dog document, with all the information on it [i've collected a lot of dog magazines and information from Crufts]

-Get PetPlan Insurance and get the dog microchipped and keep up the annual jabs

I’m 15, when I go away to University my parents are fine with taking care of the dog while I’m away, and I will visit on weekends and holiday breaks.

We have enough neighbours so if one is unable to check on the dog then we have other friends who could, if not then I know a very good kennels which I help out at, and (s)he would spend the say there.

I’d organised with someone who has a puppy to meet our cats to see how they react to him, it was positive in that the cats were bold, hissed and stood up for themselves and none of them ran.

We have enough money to cover any accidents or emergancies at the vets (and we know a good vet too!)

Sorry it’s a lot to read, but thank you!! xxx

I have the Sims 2 Double Deluxe for Pc and I have a few questions.
I have the expansion packs:
College
Seasons
Freetime
Celebration Stuff
Night Life

And the Sims Stuff:
Ikea
Kitchen and Bath
Glamours Life

And I have uploaded all of them.
When the game loads it says that the expansion packs have no neighboring neighborhoods to take the Sims to new places and it says to add new one put I dont know how it says go to the button with the plus sign? And what new locations can you go to?

I sent some Sims to college is there any way to make the Sims meet other Sims that I created who go to the same college but don’t live in the same dorm room?
The sims go to the Coffee Shop and places but the other sims I want them to meet are not there?

And is there any way to get different blankets for beds because the ones they have are ugly!

And I wanted to buy the Mansion and Garden stuff pack but what new does it have?

And how does Open for business have?
Like what kinda Business can you open and how do you run them?

And Sims 2 Bon Voyage what do you do were do you go?

And same with Pets,Apartment life, and Family stuff?

And are there any cheats to raise your sims energy when they get to tired or when they get to hungry?

And how do you make the bugs go away?

And how long do the Sims have to be engaged before they get married??
Because the 2 sims are engaged but marrige is not an option under ask??

Please help thanks!

Would you want to read on?

Anything you would change?

Are the names too unique? etc…

Here it is :

The door swung open, leaving just enough time for Quinty to shut the dusty textbook she was reading, and shove it under her bed covers. Kobi, her best friend stood in the doorway a look of suspicion on his face.
‘What were you doing?’ he asked, bushy eyebrows raised.
‘Oh, just come on in’. She said sarcastically, deliberately ignoring his question. Quinty hated it when Kobi found her reading; he called her a ‘nerd’.
‘Okay’ he grinned, stepping hyperbolically into her room, arms high in the sky, with a pompous look on his face. Quinty faintly smiled; she would normally be in fits of giggles if Kobi did something like this; but not today; today, there was no place for laughter.
‘Your early’, she sighed, ‘I haven’t even finished packing yet’. But on glancing around her tiny bedroom, she realised she had. The wardrobe stood empty, the walls stripped of the pictures that once covered them, and the fish tank a mass of trapped air. She pushed herself up off her bed and crossed the room to where her best friend stood.
‘I’m going to miss you so much’ she sighed, taking his hand. Kobi reached out to her, and she stepped carefully into his arms, pressing herself against him. Quinty drew a deep breath, drinking in the familiar smell of his woollen sweater; silent tears were streaming from both their eyes now. Quinty was moving a thousand miles away with her family, and had never felt so upset in her entire life. Kobi was everything to her; being separated from him was going to be worse than she could have ever imagined.
‘Promise me you’ll visit at least once a month’ he sniffed, when they had finally broken apart.
‘I’ll visit every week’ she promised, staring with integrity into his hazel eyes.
‘Don’t say that, because I know you won’t. You’ll have new friends, a new best friend.’
‘Never’ she whispered. Their eyes locked on to each other for a moment longer, before Quinty turned away from him. Fresh tears were falling now, but she knew there was nothing more to say. She grabbed the remaining items from her bed, stowing them in the top of the suitcase and dragged it down the stairs. Kobi followed, wiping his eyes on the sleeve of his jumper. Quinty had never seen him cry like this before.
She hauled her suitcase into the porch where her parents stood waiting, seeing she was upset, her mum smiled at her gently.
‘It’s for the best sweetheart, your dads work is very important to him’. Quinty did not return the smile, but pushed past her parents into the small garden in front of her house. She stood gazing up at it with longing, wishing with all her heart that she could turn back time; that her dad had never been offered the job in Rock Bear, so far away from everything that she knew and loved.
Quinty drew one last breath of the night air. The smells from the Italian restaurant from down the road, the exhaust fumes from passing cars, and the swirling smoke from next doors chimney met her nose; before she crossed the yard and climbed into the waiting taxi. Head filled with everything she was leaving behind.

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Would you want to read on?

Anything you would change?

Are the names too unique? etc…

Here it is :

The door swung open, leaving just enough time for Quinty to shut the dusty textbook she was reading, and shove it under her bed covers. Kobi, her best friend stood in the doorway a look of suspicion on his face.
‘What were you doing?’ he asked, bushy eyebrows raised.
‘Oh, just come on in’. She said sarcastically, deliberately ignoring his question. Quinty hated it when Kobi found her reading; he called her a ‘nerd’.
‘Okay’ he grinned, stepping hyperbolically into her room, arms high in the sky, with a pompous look on his face. Quinty faintly smiled; she would normally be in fits of giggles if Kobi did something like this; but not today; today, there was no place for laughter.
‘Your early’, she sighed, ‘I haven’t even finished packing yet’. But on glancing around her tiny bedroom, she realised she had. The wardrobe stood empty, the walls stripped of the pictures that once covered them, and the fish tank a mass of trapped air. She pushed herself up off her bed and crossed the room to where her best friend stood.
‘I’m going to miss you so much’ she sighed, taking his hand. Kobi reached out to her, and she stepped carefully into his arms, pressing herself against him. Quinty drew a deep breath, drinking in the familiar smell of his woollen sweater; silent tears were streaming from both their eyes now. Quinty was moving a thousand miles away with her family, and had never felt so upset in her entire life. Kobi was everything to her; being separated from him was going to be worse than she could have ever imagined.
‘Promise me you’ll visit at least once a month’ he sniffed, when they had finally broken apart.
‘I’ll visit every week’ she promised, staring with integrity into his hazel eyes.
‘Don’t say that, because I know you won’t. You’ll have new friends, a new best friend.’
‘Never’ she whispered. Their eyes locked on to each other for a moment longer, before Quinty turned away from him. Fresh tears were falling now, but she knew there was nothing more to say. She grabbed the remaining items from her bed, stowing them in the top of the suitcase and dragged it down the stairs. Kobi followed, wiping his eyes on the sleeve of his jumper. Quinty had never seen him cry like this before.
She hauled her suitcase into the porch where her parents stood waiting, seeing she was upset, her mum smiled at her gently.
‘It’s for the best sweetheart, your dads work is very important to him’. Quinty did not return the smile, but pushed past her parents into the small garden in front of her house. She stood gazing up at it with longing, wishing with all her heart that she could turn back time; that her dad had never been offered the job in Rock Bear, so far away from everything that she knew and loved.
Quinty drew one last breath of the night air. The smells from the Italian restaurant from down the road, the exhaust fumes from passing cars, and the swirling smoke from next doors chimney met her nose; before she crossed the yard and climbed into the waiting taxi. Head filled with everything she was leaving behind.

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Let me start be saying that I am happily married with one child (which is the only child that either my self or my wife has). I have never cheated on my wife and I waited until I was married before I made the choice to bring another life into this world. I understand the importance and value of a child being raised with daily access to two loving parents.

I also believe that a male who does not take care of his home by being there for his child and by helping the mother of his child to raise the child which he helped to create, is the worse kind of scum.

But many men are not as mature and/or responsible as I am. That’s not to brag, it’s just the way it is.

That being the case, I can not understand why women are not EXTREMELY selective when it comes to having sex and children with men.

I know that often times men will run game on women and tell them anything to get in their pants, but women are aware of this also. Yet they allow no good men impregnate them.

I would think that with all of the rigors of bearing a child, birthing a child and raising a child; women would require alot more then a little game from of a man before they decided to sleep with or have a baby by him.

Women have the power to require men to prove themselves worthy prior to allowing them into their garden. It seems to me that a women would want to make sure that a man:
A)is serious about being with her (this can be verified by NOT having sex so quickly )
B)is in a stable position mentally and financially to be a father (this can be checked by spending some time to get to really know a man before getting bed with him)

The final thing is to be real with yourself. Often times women will know that a man is no good, or at least doesn’t posses the character traits to be a good father; yet they will still give it up to him a get pregnant (often time they will get pregnant by a man with several kids by several other women, which he is not taking car of).

What’s with this?

for my creative writing class
we have to do a story that uses the symbolism of flowers and colors
lame assignment, but i think i did pretty good. tell me what you think

The Countess opened the window and put her right hand on the sill. She had a name, but it was immaterial. She was The Countess. The Count had gone off to war and never returned. It was a small consolation that her husband had probably died courageously in the battlefield, his body laying in repose in Flanders, poppies cheerfully sprouting around the heroic dead. When her cat died, she had it cremated and put the ashes in a porcelain urn. She had placed it on a credenza in the parlor underneath a portrait of The Count and surrounded it with poppies. Several years later, knowing how much her husband had adored the sea, she took the urn, which she had forgotten had actually contained Whiskers and dumped it into the River Tyne.
The Count had not actually died in combat. He was living in Newcastle with a former prostitute, a five minute walk from The Countess’s house. They were both parishioners of the same church.
A white cat was sitting on the parapet outside the window.
“Here Whiskers, I have a treat.”
The cat did not move. It turned its head away from the window and out towards the hills. On the other side of the hills was the town.
“Whiskers, I have this for you.” She threw a sardine at the cat. It landed on the cat’s back. It hissed and jumped down from the parapet out of The Countess’s sight.
She closed the window. It was early yet, and cold, and she was only wearing a nightgown.
She walked down the stairs. It was a back staircase, used mostly by servants, and aside from Eleanor and Whiskers, she was completely alone, but she descended as if she were at a ball. She took light steps, toe, then heel. Her chin was raised slightly as she brushed her right hand daintily along the brass railing. Her mother had told her that one can always tell what kind of a lady she was by the way she walked down stairs. She paused only to pet the grey cat sitting on a window sill.
“My darling Whiskers, I’ve brought you a treat,”
The cat jumped out the window, which was missing all of its panes, while she searched her petticoat for a sardine.
She continued her descent. She could smell food. Eleanor had gone to the market the day before to buy ham for breakfast.
The staircase opened into a narrow stone hall. On the left side were three doors which opened to various other rooms and corridors within the house. On the right were three arched windows. They had once been stained glass, but the glass was gone. They were now just holes overlooking the east garden. She stood in front of the one nearest her. It was cold, and her bare feet on the stone floor did not help, but the scent of poppies caught her attention.
The east garden was just a small courtyard with a statue of a mother reading in the center. The Countess had planted the poppies herself. There were a couple of daffodils her son Mathew had planted on the left side of the stone woman. A grey flash followed by a brown one through the bushes told her Whiskers was out there chasing a squirrel.
Eleanor had opened the door on the opposite side of the hall.
“Oh, I’s was going to bring you your breakfast in bed,” she said through her two large front teeth. She was carrying a tray with a plate of bacon and eggs and a single tall sunflower in a vase.
“Oh how lovely,” The Countess took the tray from the servant, “But I think I would much rather dine in the garden this morning.”
“It’s the middle of February,”
“Quite right Elle,” The Countess took the tray and continued along the hall.
“But Mathew will be ‘ere in an hour,”
The Countess stopped walking.
“Really?” she was still facing down the hall, but had turned her head towards Eleanor.
“Yeah, ‘e’ll be ‘ere ‘bout ‘round twelve I thinks,”
“Oh. That’s nice,” she said as nonchalantly as woman who was about to jump for joy could, “Well, then I must be getting ready. Sorry Elle, darling, but I shan’t be eating breakfast. I shall brunch with my son when he arrives,” She turned back towards the staircase and handed Eleanor the tray. She took the first two steps slow, like a lady, but then grabbed up her nightgown went up the stairs two at a time.
“Send up Mrs. Muriday as soon as she arrives,” The Countess called down from the landing before continuing her ascent.
Another woman had entered the hall.
“Hullo Martha,” she said taking the tray from the other woman’s hands.
“Well, today, I thinks, I’m Eleanor.”

The Countess did not remember the last time her son had been at home. She had trouble deciding what to wear. She normally was not very concerned about fashion. She hadn’t bought a new frock in years, but for Mathew, she was going to look her best.
“Whiskers, what color do you think I should wear?” she said facing the mirror.
A white cat with black spots was clawing at the

Jack Summerfield sauntered out of his bed, unable to sleep from the two cups of coffee he sipped in front of the TV before he placed his head at the pillow. After climbing down the stairs with a slow, dreamy pace, he found himself standing outside of his two storey house.

He breathed in deeply, raising his wide, bare chest and hoped that his wife, Janet was with him. He hadn’t seen her for three weeks now. Although he struggled to convince her to remain at their house after delivering their first baby, Janet refused and went to her mother.

Feeling that he needed to run, Jack tossed his slippers and darted down the grass. It was wet and slippery against his feet, but he couldn’t stop running. He smiled with his check bones pressing against his eyes, opened his arms as if hugging the sky, and jogged forward. He never had this feeling of freedom in his long, forty five years. It was as if he wanted to fly.

An engine droned behind him. Jack stopped and turned, narrowing his eyes. A few meters, at the borders of his garden, a black jeep parked and a man stepped out of it. From a distance jack saw him as a tall slender, shadow with a knee-high, black coat ruffling behind him. He walked into the garden with his head drooped forward. His slow pace allowed jack to examine his pale face which glowed with sweat against the faint light of a lamppost , carefully.

“ Sorry for disturbing you sir,” he said stopping a few centimeters from Jack.

“ Do I know you?” Jack said, as he crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows.

“ I guess not sir, but someone sent me to…” while he placed a hand at his mouth and cleared his throat, he tugged out a red card with a silver skull drawn in the middle of it. Under the skull, someone signed his name with a black ink.

After a minute of turning the card and examining the handwriting, Jack turned the card back to the man with a grin in which he kept his lips pressed. “ Fine, I understand. He wants you to kill me. We already planned it, but he didn’t tell me that he’ll send a nice man like you in the middle of the night to do it for him.”

“ I’m sorry sir, but it’s orders. If you like me to it secretly inside of the house, I’d have no problem.” he looked behind him and cleared his throat once again, this time with a harsher grunting sound. “ and don’t worry about the body and the signs, everything will be clean.”

Jack nodded and he flopped to his knees. Slowly, he unbuttoned his white, stripped pajama shirt and laid it beside him on the grass. His back bones clasped inwards as the cold air blew across his body, hoisting with it the pajama’s shirt.

Jack drooped his head forward and closed his eyes. “ do it fast, please.”

After searching his memories, he finally found the one which would console him the best before his death. He was sitting with Janet on the sand, the water of the ocean wielding in front of them. After squeezing her husbands bony hand, she pressed it against her chest and smiled at Jack. “ I’m pregnant.”

Jack’s eyes widened and he gasped. It was his wish. Since he was five, he always wanted to be a daddy. Slowly, jack kneeled towards his wife and wrapped his arms around her neck. “ Thank you,” he kissed her on the neck and they fell on the sand, the heat of the sun forcing them to press their eyes closed as they laid on their backs.

“ ready?” the man asked as he held in his hand a red handled magnifying glass.

Jack nodded. A red thunder streaked forward out of the magnifying glass and smacked Jack at the top of his back. After shaking briefly, he dropped on the side of his head, with his blue eyes open and his mouth drawn into a soft smile.