Latitude 24 Leather

For all teenagers. What do you think of my writing?

Chapter one.

The woman scurried down the street, pressing her bleeding left knee with her slender hand and stealing quick looks behind her. She knew he was following her. The lampposts at her side offered no guidance; they all stood silently, their heads fogged with dust as if they existed in a place forgotten by time.

She gasped louder as she pulled her wounded leg behind her, unable to bear it anymore. The pain surged through her lower body and blurred her eyes. She wished for a voice to offer her a temporary refuge in the ever-increasing coldness of the night, but the buildings that surrounded her were all stark and dim as the trees facing them.

After sometime, she glimpsed the light of a far store she quickened her pace towards it. Footsteps emerged behind her. Afraid to turn her eyes from the store, she struggled faster down the street, convincing herself that it was just the sound of her high heels over the asphalt; it was just an illusion.

After falling to her knees in front of the store, she called out. “Help…someone…help me…”

A tall man appeared out of the store. He had a cigarette at his mouth. His face was brown and wrinkled; his eyes blue, narrow, and his chest bare and lined from the inside with the evident bones of his rib cage.

“He’s following me…I can’t walk…”

After placing her arm around his neck, he lifted her from under her armpit and dragged her into the store.

“What’s wrong…?” The man asked after placing her on a stool. “Who’s following you?”

“I can’t tell you…” She screamed. “Do something…please…the pain ….my feet is hurting me….help.”

“I can’t help you unless you tell me who’s following you.”

“I won’t tell you…” she screamed once again and kicked the man in his knee. The man shrieked and slapped her. Unable to balance herself over the stool, she fell to her face, crying at the ceiling. “Someone help me….” She scampered towards the door of the store. Every minute that passed, she knew, he was getting nearer to her. Soon enough, she would die.

Chapter 2

The man with the blue scar against his cheek stood at the door of the shack. It was still dark. The trees surrounding the shack shivered in the cold night air, filling the forest with furtive howling sounds. The lady escaped him this time. He would never allow it to happen the next time, but before this time came he first had to rest.

Inside the shack, he took off his black leather jacket and placed it at the hook behind the kitchen door. After standing naked in the dark, he walked to the small window above the red couch, and narrowed his eyes. He was waiting for someone important, someone that brought him news that he had been waiting for since last month.

He walked to a small table standing in the middle of the shack. He opened a small jar and took out a young girl’s ear. Slowly, he nibbled at the edges. He had been eating human flesh since he was twelve. He usually savored the soft parts like the ears and the nose.

Some minutes later, he sat down inside the small tub standing beside the door. The water was so cold like his skin and as his wounds unleashed their blood into the water, he sighed and started humming a repetitive lullaby that his mother used to sing to him when he was young.

He fell into a deep sleep in which he dreamt of the old lady he was trying to kill. She appeared out of a foggy street, ran at him and tugged at his throat, peeling his skin with her purple nails.

The door of the shack creaked open. He shivered, sat up and after raising the red handled knife above his head, he stepped out of the tub and walked, still naked, to the other man that went into the shack, his name was Ewan. His baldhead glimmered against the light of the small bulb that dangled down the ceiling from a white wire.

“Sorry for interrupting,” he said, “I know you were waiting for me.”

He nodded. “Have you brought it to me?”

“Yes sir,” Ewan dipped his hand into his brown jacket and tugged out a brown strand of hair. He placed it against the man’s wet shoulder.

“Thank you,” he said, “Now, you mission is finished.”

Ewan’s eyes widened and he walked backward; his hands shivering. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s ok. Just calm down.”

“You won’t kill me…” Ewan yelled at his master, throwing a small stone from his pocket at his face. “I trusted you. I helped you…”

He smiled and lowered his face. “I know. That is why I will kill you. You helped me and your mission is done. You are an extra organ in the cycle of life. You should die to give space to someone else…”

“You’re mad…”

“That’s why I survive…”

Ewan’ back trembled against the door before he could turn to open it, the man with scar at his cheek, raised the knife and dipped it three times at his neck; three was his favorite number.

For all teenagers. What do you think of my writing?

Chapter one.

The woman scurried down the street, pressing her bleeding left knee with her slender hand and stealing quick looks behind her. She knew he was following her. The lampposts at her side offered no guidance; they all stood silently, their heads fogged with dust as if they existed in a place forgotten by time.

She gasped louder as she pulled her wounded leg behind her, unable to bear it anymore. The pain surged through her lower body and blurred her eyes. She wished for a voice to offer her a temporary refuge in the ever-increasing coldness of the night, but the buildings that surrounded her were all stark and dim as the trees facing them.

After sometime, she glimpsed the light of a far store she quickened her pace towards it. Footsteps emerged behind her. Afraid to turn her eyes from the store, she struggled faster down the street, convincing herself that it was just the sound of her high heels over the asphalt; it was just an illusion.

After falling to her knees in front of the store, she called out. “Help…someone…help me…”

A tall man appeared out of the store. He had a cigarette at his mouth. His face was brown and wrinkled; his eyes blue, narrow, and his chest bare and lined from the inside with the evident bones of his rib cage.

“He’s following me…I can’t walk…”

After placing her arm around his neck, he lifted her from under her armpit and dragged her into the store.

“What’s wrong…?” The man asked after placing her on a stool. “Who’s following you?”

“I can’t tell you…” She screamed. “Do something…please…the pain ….my feet is hurting me….help.”

“I can’t help you unless you tell me who’s following you.”

“I won’t tell you…” she screamed once again and kicked the man in his knee. The man shrieked and slapped her. Unable to balance herself over the stool, she fell to her face, crying at the ceiling. “Someone help me….” She scampered towards the door of the store. Every minute that passed, she knew, he was getting nearer to her. Soon enough, she would die.

Chapter 2

The man with the blue scar against his cheek stood at the door of the shack. It was still dark. The trees surrounding the shack shivered in the cold night air, filling the forest with furtive howling sounds. The lady escaped him this time. He would never allow it to happen the next time, but before this time came he first had to rest.

Inside the shack, he took off his black leather jacket and placed it at the hook behind the kitchen door. After standing naked in the dark, he walked to the small window above the red couch, and narrowed his eyes. He was waiting for someone important, someone that brought him news that he had been waiting for since last month.

He walked to a small table standing in the middle of the shack. He opened a small jar and took out a young girl’s ear. Slowly, he nibbled at the edges. He had been eating human flesh since he was twelve. He usually savored the soft parts like the ears and the nose.

Some minutes later, he sat down inside the small tub standing beside the door. The water was so cold like his skin and as his wounds unleashed their blood into the water, he sighed and started humming a repetitive lullaby that his mother used to sing to him when he was young.

He fell into a deep sleep in which he dreamt of the old lady he was trying to kill. She appeared out of a foggy street, ran at him and tugged at his throat, peeling his skin with her purple nails.

The door of the shack creaked open. He shivered, sat up and after raising the red handled knife above his head, he stepped out of the tub and walked, still naked, to the other man that went into the shack, his name was Ewan. His baldhead glimmered against the light of the small bulb that dangled down the ceiling from a white wire.

“Sorry for interrupting,” he said, “I know you were waiting for me.”

He nodded. “Have you brought it to me?”

“Yes sir,” Ewan dipped his hand into his brown jacket and tugged out a brown strand of hair. He placed it against the man’s wet shoulder.

“Thank you,” he said, “Now, you mission is finished.”

Ewan’s eyes widened and he walked backward; his hands shivering. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s ok. Just calm down.”

“You won’t kill me…” Ewan yelled at his master, throwing a small stone from his pocket at his face. “I trusted you. I helped you…”

He smiled and lowered his face. “I know. That is why I will kill you. You helped me and your mission is done. You are an extra organ in the cycle of life. You should die to give space to someone else…”

“You’re mad…”

“That’s why I survive…”

Ewan’ back trembled against the door before he could turn to open it, the man with scar at his cheek, raised the knife and dipped it three times at his neck; three was his favorite number.

For all teenagers. Do you enjoy my writing?

Chapter one.

The woman scurried down the street, pressing her bleeding left knee with her slender hand and stealing quick looks behind her. She knew he was following her. The lampposts at her side offered no guidance; they all stood silently, their heads fogged with dust as if they existed in a place forgotten by time.

She gasped louder as she pulled her wounded leg behind her, unable to bear it anymore. The pain surged through her lower body and blurred her eyes. She wished for a voice to offer her a temporary refuge in the ever-increasing coldness of the night, but the buildings that surrounded her were all stark and dim as the trees facing them.

After sometime, she glimpsed the light of a far store she quickened her pace towards it. Footsteps emerged behind her. Afraid to turn her eyes from the store, she struggled faster down the street, convincing herself that it was just the sound of her high heels over the asphalt; it was just an illusion.

After falling to her knees in front of the store, she called out. “Help…someone…help me…”

A tall man appeared out of the store. He had a cigarette at his mouth. His face was brown and wrinkled; his eyes blue, narrow, and his chest bare and lined from the inside with the evident bones of his rib cage.

“He’s following me…I can’t walk…”

After placing her arm around his neck, he lifted her from under her armpit and dragged her into the store.

“What’s wrong…?” The man asked after placing her on a stool. “Who’s following you?”

“I can’t tell you…” She screamed. “Do something…please…the pain ….my feet is hurting me….help.”

“I can’t help you unless you tell me who’s following you.”

“I won’t tell you…” she screamed once again and kicked the man in his knee. The man shrieked and slapped her. Unable to balance herself over the stool, she fell to her face, crying at the ceiling. “Someone help me….” She scampered towards the door of the store. Every minute that passed, she knew, he was getting nearer to her. Soon enough, she would die.

Chapter 2

The man with the blue scar against his cheek stood at the door of the shack. It was still dark. The trees surrounding the shack shivered in the cold night air, filling the forest with furtive howling sounds. The lady escaped him this time. He would never allow it to happen the next time, but before this time came he first had to rest.

Inside the shack, he took off his black leather jacket and placed it at the hook behind the kitchen door. After standing naked in the dark, he walked to the small window above the red couch, and narrowed his eyes. He was waiting for someone important, someone that brought him news that he had been waiting for since last month.

He walked to a small table standing in the middle of the shack. He opened a small jar and took out a young girl’s ear. Slowly, he nibbled at the edges. He had been eating human flesh since he was twelve. He usually savored the soft parts like the ears and the nose.

Some minutes later, he sat down inside the small tub standing beside the door. The water was so cold like his skin and as his wounds unleashed their blood into the water, he sighed and started humming a repetitive lullaby that his mother used to sing to him when he was young.

He fell into a deep sleep in which he dreamt of the old lady he was trying to kill. She appeared out of a foggy street, ran at him and tugged at his throat, peeling his skin with her purple nails.

The door of the shack creaked open. He shivered, sat up and after raising the red handled knife above his head, he stepped out of the tub and walked, still naked, to the other man that went into the shack, his name was Ewan. His baldhead glimmered against the light of the small bulb that dangled down the ceiling from a white wire.

“Sorry for interrupting,” he said, “I know you were waiting for me.”

He nodded. “Have you brought it to me?”

“Yes sir,” Ewan dipped his hand into his brown jacket and tugged out a brown strand of hair. He placed it against the man’s wet shoulder.

“Thank you,” he said, “Now, you mission is finished.”

Ewan’s eyes widened and he walked backward; his hands shivering. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s ok. Just calm down.”

“You won’t kill me…” Ewan yelled at his master, throwing a small stone from his pocket at his face. “I trusted you. I helped you…”

He smiled and lowered his face. “I know. That is why I will kill you. You helped me and your mission is done. You are an extra organ in the cycle of life. You should die to give space to someone else…”

“You’re mad…”

“That’s why I survive…”

Ewan’ back trembled against the door before he could turn to open it, the man with scar at his cheek, raised the knife and dipped it three times at his neck; three was his favorite number.

For all teenagers. What do you think of my writing?

Chapter one.

The woman scurried down the street, pressing her bleeding left knee with her slender hand and stealing quick looks behind her. She knew he was following her. The lampposts at her side offered no guidance; they all stood silently, their heads fogged with dust as if they existed in a place forgotten by time.

She gasped louder as she pulled her wounded leg behind her, unable to bear it anymore. The pain surged through her lower body and blurred her eyes. She wished for a voice to offer her a temporary refuge in the ever-increasing coldness of the night, but the buildings that surrounded her were all stark and dim as the trees facing them.

After sometime, she glimpsed the light of a far store she quickened her pace towards it. Footsteps emerged behind her. Afraid to turn her eyes from the store, she struggled faster down the street, convincing herself that it was just the sound of her high heels over the asphalt; it was just an illusion.

After falling to her knees in front of the store, she called out. “Help…someone…help me…”

A tall man appeared out of the store. He had a cigarette at his mouth. His face was brown and wrinkled; his eyes blue, narrow, and his chest bare and lined from the inside with the evident bones of his rib cage.

“He’s following me…I can’t walk…”

After placing her arm around his neck, he lifted her from under her armpit and dragged her into the store.

“What’s wrong…?” The man asked after placing her on a stool. “Who’s following you?”

“I can’t tell you…” She screamed. “Do something…please…the pain ….my feet is hurting me….help.”

“I can’t help you unless you tell me who’s following you.”

“I won’t tell you…” she screamed once again and kicked the man in his knee. The man shrieked and slapped her. Unable to balance herself over the stool, she fell to her face, crying at the ceiling. “Someone help me….” She scampered towards the door of the store. Every minute that passed, she knew, he was getting nearer to her. Soon enough, she would die.
Chapter 2

The man with the blue scar against his cheek stood at the door of the shack. It was still dark. The trees surrounding the shack shivered in the cold night air, filling the forest with furtive howling sounds. The lady escaped him this time. He would never allow it to happen the next time, but before this time came he first had to rest.

Inside the shack, he took off his black leather jacket and placed it at the hook behind the kitchen door. After standing naked in the dark, he walked to the small window above the red couch, and narrowed his eyes. He was waiting for someone important, someone that brought him news that he had been waiting for since last month.

He walked to a small table standing in the middle of the shack. He opened a small jar and took out a young girl’s ear. Slowly, he nibbled at the edges. He had been eating human flesh since he was twelve. He usually savored the soft parts like the ears and the nose.

Some minutes later, he sat down inside the small tub standing beside the door. The water was so cold like his skin and as his wounds unleashed their blood into the water, he sighed and started humming a repetitive lullaby that his mother used to sing to him when he was young.

He fell into a deep sleep in which he dreamt of the old lady he was trying to kill. She appeared out of a foggy street, ran at him and tugged at his throat, peeling his skin with her purple nails.

The door of the shack creaked open. He shivered, sat up and after raising the red handled knife above his head, he stepped out of the tub and walked, still naked, to the other man that went into the shack, his name was Ewan. His baldhead glimmered against the light of the small bulb that dangled down the ceiling from a white wire.

“Sorry for interrupting,” he said, “I know you were waiting for me.”

He nodded. “Have you brought it to me?”

“Yes sir,” Ewan dipped his hand into his brown jacket and tugged out a brown strand of hair. He placed it against the man’s wet shoulder.

“Thank you,” he said, “Now, you mission is finished.”

Ewan’s eyes widened and he walked backward; his hands shivering. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s ok. Just calm down.”

“You won’t kill me…” Ewan yelled at his master, throwing a small stone from his pocket at his face. “I trusted you. I helped you…”

He smiled and lowered his face. “I know. That is why I will kill you. You helped me and your mission is done. You are an extra organ in the cycle of life. You should die to give space to someone else…”

“You’re mad…”

“That’s why I survive…”

Ewan’ back trembled against the door before he could turn to open it, the man with scar at his cheek, raised the knife and dipped it three times at his neck; three was his favorite number.
Chapter 3

The man with the red scar at his face was called Ivan. Twenty years ago, he used to live with his father in the same shack where he lives no

For all teenagers. What do you think of my writing?

Chapter one.

The woman scurried down the street, pressing her bleeding left knee with her slender hand and stealing quick looks behind her. She knew he was following her. The lampposts at her side offered no guidance; they all stood silently, their heads fogged with dust as if they existed in a place forgotten by time.

She gasped louder as she pulled her wounded leg behind her, unable to bear it anymore. The pain surged through her lower body and blurred her eyes. She wished for a voice to offer her a temporary refuge in the ever-increasing coldness of the night, but the buildings that surrounded her were all stark and dim as the trees facing them.

After sometime, she glimpsed the light of a far store she quickened her pace towards it. Footsteps emerged behind her. Afraid to turn her eyes from the store, she struggled faster down the street, convincing herself that it was just the sound of her high heels over the asphalt; it was just an illusion.

After falling to her knees in front of the store, she called out. “Help…someone…help me…”

A tall man appeared out of the store. He had a cigarette at his mouth. His face was brown and wrinkled; his eyes blue, narrow, and his chest bare and lined from the inside with the evident bones of his rib cage.

“He’s following me…I can’t walk…”

After placing her arm around his neck, he lifted her from under her armpit and dragged her into the store.

“What’s wrong…?” The man asked after placing her on a stool. “Who’s following you?”

“I can’t tell you…” She screamed. “Do something…please…the pain ….my feet is hurting me….help.”

“I can’t help you unless you tell me who’s following you.”

“I won’t tell you…” she screamed once again and kicked the man in his knee. The man shrieked and slapped her. Unable to balance herself over the stool, she fell to her face, crying at the ceiling. “Someone help me….” She scampered towards the door of the store. Every minute that passed, she knew, he was getting nearer to her. Soon enough, she would die.
Chapter 2

The man with the blue scar against his cheek stood at the door of the shack. It was still dark. The trees surrounding the shack shivered in the cold night air, filling the forest with furtive howling sounds. The lady escaped him this time. He would never allow it to happen the next time, but before this time came he first had to rest.

Inside the shack, he took off his black leather jacket and placed it at the hook behind the kitchen door. After standing naked in the dark, he walked to the small window above the red couch, and narrowed his eyes. He was waiting for someone important, someone that brought him news that he had been waiting for since last month.

He walked to a small table standing in the middle of the shack. He opened a small jar and took out a young girl’s ear. Slowly, he nibbled at the edges. He had been eating human flesh since he was twelve. He usually savored the soft parts like the ears and the nose.

Some minutes later, he sat down inside the small tub standing beside the door. The water was so cold like his skin and as his wounds unleashed their blood into the water, he sighed and started humming a repetitive lullaby that his mother used to sing to him when he was young.

He fell into a deep sleep in which he dreamt of the old lady he was trying to kill. She appeared out of a foggy street, ran at him and tugged at his throat, peeling his skin with her purple nails.

The door of the shack creaked open. He shivered, sat up and after raising the red handled knife above his head, he stepped out of the tub and walked, still naked, to the other man that went into the shack, his name was Ewan. His baldhead glimmered against the light of the small bulb that dangled down the ceiling from a white wire.

“Sorry for interrupting,” he said, “I know you were waiting for me.”

He nodded. “Have you brought it to me?”

“Yes sir,” Ewan dipped his hand into his brown jacket and tugged out a brown strand of hair. He placed it against the man’s wet shoulder.

“Thank you,” he said, “Now, you mission is finished.”

Ewan’s eyes widened and he walked backward; his hands shivering. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s ok. Just calm down.”

“You won’t kill me…” Ewan yelled at his master, throwing a small stone from his pocket at his face. “I trusted you. I helped you…”

He smiled and lowered his face. “I know. That is why I will kill you. You helped me and your mission is done. You are an extra organ in the cycle of life. You should die to give space to someone else…”

“You’re mad…”

“That’s why I survive…”

Ewan’ back trembled against the door before he could turn to open it, the man with scar at his cheek, raised the knife and dipped it three times at his neck; three was his favorite number.
Chapter 3

The man with the red scar at his face was called Ivan. Twenty years ago, he used to live with his father in the same shack where he lives no

Wich of these stores do you reccomend to shop at?

Abercrombie & Fitch
adidas
Aeropostale
Alfred Dunner
American Eagle Outfitters
Ann Taylor Factory Store
Anne Klein Outlet Stores
Apparel Warehouse, The
Ashworth
Banana Republic Factory Store
Barneys New York
Bass
BCBGMaxAzria
Big Dogs
Bon Worth
Brooks Brothers Factory Store
Brooks Brothers Woman
Burlington Brands
California Sunshine
Calvin Klein
Calvin Klein Underwear
Casual Collections
Casual Male XL Outlet
Cato
Cavender’s Boot City
Charlotte Russe
Chico’s Outlet
Claiborne Menswear Outlet
Coldwater Creek Outlet
Columbia Sportswear Company
Crabtree & Evelyn
Dana Buchman
Danskin
Dickies
Dilemma For Her
Disney Store Outlet
Dixie Divas
DKNY Jeans
Dockers Outlet
dressbarn
dressbarn Woman
Echo Design
ecko unltd.
Eddie Bauer Outlet
Ellen Tracy / Dana Buchman
Epic Jeans Outlet
Esprit
Fancy That!
Fusion Jewelry & Fashion Boutique
G&G Retail
Gap Clearance Store
Gap Outlet
Geoffrey Beene
Giorgio Armani General Store
Golf 4 Less
Goody’s
Great Outdoor Clothing Co.
Greg Norman Outlet Store
GUESS Factory Store
Haggar
Harley-Davidson
Hibbett Sports
Hilton Head Shirt Company
Hollister
Hot Topic
Hugo Boss Factory Store
Izod
J.Crew
Jockey
Jones New York
Jones New York Clearance
Jones New York Sport
Juicy Couture
Justice for Girls
Kasper
Kenneth Cole
Koret
L’eggs Hanes Bali Playtex
L’eggs Hanes Bali Playtex Express
L.L.Bean Factory Store
Lacoste Outlet
Lane Bryant Outlet
Levi’s Outlet
Levi’s Outlet by Designs
Levi’s Outlet By Most
Liz Claiborne Outlet
Liz Claiborne Woman
Lucky Brand Jeans
Maidenform Outlet Stores
Mansour Resort Cabana
Maternity Works
maurices
Michael Kors
Motherhood Maternity Outlet
Nautica
New York, New York
Nike Factory Store
Old Navy
Old Navy Outlet
Orvis Outlet
PacSun
Perry Ellis
Petite Sophisticate Outlet
Polo Jeans Co. Factory Store
Polo Ralph Lauren Factory Store
Puma
Quiksilver Factory Stores
Rave Girl
Reebok Outlet Store
rue21
S&K Men’s Stores
Sag Harbor
Sigrid Olsen
Super Fan
Swim Mart
Tahari
Tiger Lili
Timberland Outlet Stores
Tommy Hilfiger Company Stores
Treza
Under Armour
Uniform Outlet
Uniform Source, The
Urban Fashion
Van Heusen
VF Outlet
White House Black Market
Wilsons Leather Outlet
Woolrich
Zumiez
All I want is opinions. I don’t care if your poor or not. Please do not list any stores that are not on this list. Oh and cross Hollister of the list plz!
Thx I will also choose best answer but not for anyone who asks for it.

Which shoes should I wear to my interview for a job at chico’s clothing store? pics included?

this is the dress i’m wearing:

http://www.whitehouseblackmarket.com/store/browse/product.jsp?maxRec=101&pageId=5&productId=570000123&viewAll=&prd=Ruffled+Crepe+Dress&subCatId=&color=001&fromSearch=true&inSeam=&posId=1&catId=cat4809277&cat=&onSale=true&colorFamily=&maxPg=7&size=

Shoes (option 1):

http://www.whitehouseblackmarket.com/store/browse/product.jsp?maxRec=17&pageId=1&productId=570003256&viewAll=&prd=Leather+Contrast+Braid+Heel&subCatId=&color=&fromSearch=&inSeam=&posId=6&catId=cat210019&cat=Shoes&onSale=&colorFamily=&maxPg=2&size=

Option 2:
http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&size=l&tid=6375523

dear european vegans! where do you buy your footwear and clothing?

Please recommend some brands or an online store. I’m still wearing my old (really old) leather sneakers and need to do some shopping. Even if it’s just a pair of new shoes, but I have no idea which brands are cruelty-free or where to look for them.

What is my clothing style exactly?

I like snapbacks,bright hoodies, funny graphic shirtz, vans, converses, skate shoes (cuz thier dope, varsity jackets, leather jackets,skinny jeans, and thats about it please helpful answers also what stores to shop at preferably stores that are in the mall( im not allowed to shop online. Thanks xoxo

What is wrong about a black guy wearing Abercrombie/Hollister?

I dress very preppy because I like to. I wear Abercrombie, Hollister, AE, and i’m Black (20 years old). What is so bad about a black guy wearing clothes from these stores: plaid shirts, polos, henleys, shorts, jeans, leather flip flops, boat shoes?

People always say that I look weird or that i’m trying to be white but why?

Are leather jackets still in style?

I am a woman, and are leather jackets still in style? I saw this really nice expensive one im thinking about buying. If they are in style, do you think they are going to be for long? Do you like the jacket as well?

https://www.topgunstore.com/women/jackets/racing/fitted-racer/

Women’s Leather Bomber Jacket?

Where about can I buy a cheap women‘s black leather jacket? Thank you for your help

Where to buy gloves from, in delhi ?

Nowadays, i m in delhi for some office work. i was not expecting such a cold weather here….and i havnt got the warm clothes from my home. Yesterday i went shopping for warm clothes and found gr8 variety of women jackets n pullovers in south Ex n nearby markets. But i havnt been able to find women accesories esp leather gloves. Its been really hard for me to have bare hands without leather gloves since its quite cold here. So can anybody have an idea of,where i can find good quality leather gloves for me?

Can a leather jacker be altered? My leather jacket has two pockets,with buttons on the left and right chest.?

My husband bought it for me and I can’t take it back, it nice but don’t like the pockets,Should a woman with DD wear a jacket like that? I thought it would bring more attention to my boobs.

Is it better to get a mesh or leather jacket?

I have a mesh but I wanted to get leather because I’m guessing it would protect the skin better. But I also don’t want to burn up. So I was asking for peoples opinions on leather jackets and now some people said stick with mesh. So I’m confused.

I have this jacket

http://www.motorcyclecloseouts.com/women/women‘s+textile/fieldsheer_womens+monza+2+jacket

Wanted to get this one

http://www.denniskirk.com/jsp/product_catalog/Product.jsp?skuId=341005338&store=Main&catId=402&productId=prod1140424&leafCatId=40206&mmyId=

Is this a good start to a book?

Blood.
A lot of that has been spilled lately in this deadly cage match. In fact it has become so frequent that in time humanity began to tolerate the blood on their hands. They don’t even care about our suffering that we endure day by day- no they embrace it. I couldn’t even begin to tell you how many times I’ve held onto chain links for my life.
That is in fact the very thing I’m doing now.
My swollen eyes were still hazy with specks of blackness that phased the vision. But I do happen to see the gaunt spectators, scuffing trash with their clad boots over the ramparts above. There hackling money over who’s going to win, of course there going to pick crazy Rave my opponent. But seeing the flowing grace of twenty dollar bills go onto a table below the flashing billboard. I could only wish that the men’s cigarettes burnt their money before it even reached it.

Sweat travels down my ashen face, my left shoulder is throbbing, my bones are aching, I have knuckles with broken skin on them and blisters on my red palms. Suddenly I feel gloved hands clasp my neck that starts shaking me like a washcloth. Then as I try to struggle free I realize that the air from my lungs is rising up. I don’t have to see myself to know my face is turning a deep shade of blue. Surely this was the end for me, knowing Rave he’d kill me without question rules or no rules.
Thankfully my life is spared in a way; Rave pulls me up against the chain link fence enclosing the arena and punches my back twice. I thought that was it when suddenly I am whipped across the floor, slamming into concrete right in the middle of my forehead. I smell the sadly but true familiar smell of salty blood. I crawl to the other side towards the fence. My grit plucked hair falls loosely over my face masking the tears of anger.

How could I have ever beaten my second opponent? Well I didn’t really deserve the win because I’m ninety-nine point nine percent sure I would have died or have some major disability if it wasn’t to Lori always gloating to the crowd. I had grabbed his feet yanked him down and punched him so hard he died. Then again Lori was only a nine year old.

Yes you heard me correctly. See in the not-so- peaceful time I’m living in the unlikely things are bound to happen.

It all started when the government burned like a coiling flame in the sun. People sought out wars amongst their own brothers and sisters. No one told anyone what to do and there were robbery’s and riots across all of America, that’s what you called it right? Food shortages, water shortages, clothing shortages and so on all resulted of the downfall. Then suddenly rising out of the ashes was a new group who promised sanctuary to the people of America. There called the N.C and there horrible, so fiendish that they make people from the age 9-23 participate in the annul grunge cage match. (G.C.M) it was to show the citizens of Necrolis what they were like until they came and ‘rescued’ everyone.
You could call us there sick twisted campaign run.

Something made up of metal or iron plants itself onto my face; it forces me down till I’m flat like a fish out of water. My head turns the opposite direction so that the metal object wouldn’t be forcing my face into the cement. I know that Rave had his iron clad leather boots on me, Rave spits at my face. I can only lay there knowing that I wouldn’t be able to get up without my skull fracturing from the weight. Rave topples over me and brings his fists together making a huge beefy one. Then I can almost feel the air as he lets his hands rain down on me.
Suddenly he’s turning me over kicking my face tearing fabrics off my white shirt. I desperately claw at his face a few times and maybe a good punch to the eye that would draw him back. But in the end I’m still the one being mostly hurt.
I’m bleeding excessively head down to toe, the drying scars from earlier today are now seeped over in crimson. My ribcage feels like it is coated in toxic waste, the throbbing of my fingers were uncontrollable. At least even with my shaking eyes I noticed that I left a worthwhile scar across Rave’s arm. I had bitten his arm so hard that once the opening showed I literally teared it open with my fingernails so that it bled in stripes……
THIS Is the begining of chapter 1 in my book didnt write it all becuse it gives the genreal idea so yea plz rate.
IT IS SET IN A FUTUREISTIC AMERICA AFTER THE FALL OF OUR GOVRMENT A NEW ONE CAME AND ‘SAVED’ THE WORLD. AND LOTS OF INTERSTING THINGS HAPPENS
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thy for all the answers but to thoes who think its the hunger games i promise its not like it at all. becuse there is a major plot to this story thats far diffrent. but the whole gov thing was inspired by it but i reasure you its nothing like the hunger games

Should I quit my nine year cruelty free run?

I’ve been a vegetarian for about 9 years. At first I felt so strong about it. I wasn’t against eating meat or animal products but more against using animals and animal products for unneeded purposes (like clothing and furniture). Now I don’t feel as strongly about it. As a matter of fact I’ve started eating fish and dairy products again and I’m considering eating chicken again (mainly for problems I’ve been having with my heart). I feel like I’m only keeping it up because I feel bad about my feelings fading over the years. I actually find myself wanting purses and shoes made from leather and it bothers me. If I don’t feel the same motivation as I did before, should I give in? Or should I continue to convince myself that I do care as much as I did before?

What color combinations match?

I’m a teenage- guy and I’ve recently started to care about what I wear and such, but I don’t have any real clue of what colors go with what. I have certain articles of clothing that I love to wear but I don’t know how to wear some except with just jeans or something simple like that.

What colors should I wear with a brown shirt, like a not-ugly dirt brown?

What colors should I wear with grey jeans?

What colors should I wear with a dark grey/DARK purple button up?

What should I wear with silver leather high top shoes?

I also have some accessories that I like to wear: A black and white studded bracelet cuff, a white belt with a Guess buckle, a silver studded black belt, a graffiti belt with orange and blue and grey on it, a purposely dirty black/brown/silver bracelet from Diesel, and a simple black bracelet cuff with gold buttons. I also have a silver peace sign buckle that I can put onto any of the belts.

Help with character names?

Hey all, as you can see, I need some help with another story.

The story is about these 2 girls and their life. They have been friends for 2 years and cause both of them have had hard lives. So they smoke, and drink. And get into a lot of trouble. (Remember, its a story so please, no negative comments.)
Character 1: The first girl is pale white, has bright green eyes, and reddish-brown hair with bright purple streaks. She is a brilliant student in school. Outside of school she is photography freak, a writer, and music freak. Her favorite bands are My Chemical Romance, Black Veil Brides, Bring Me The Horizon, Asking Alexandria, Escape The Fate, Eyes Set To Kill, Flyleaf, Paramore, The Used and Silverstein. She also loves singing and playing guitar. Her clothing is band t-shirts, crazy colored skinny jeans, and converse. She lives in a apartment with her mom but her mom is never around. Her dad left when she was a baby and her older sister lives off in New york (btw, they live in Chicago.)
Character 2: The other girl is also super pale, dark-gold eyes and has dark brown hair with blue tips. (She spikes her hair cause she loves her mohawk) She is a smart girl, but doesnt care for school, so she struggles at times. She plays bass, and is a artist. Very creative. She wears band t-shirts, plaid pants or plain skinny jeans, leather jackets and combat boots. Her favorite bands are The Casualties, NOFX, Bad Religion, System of a Down, Misfits, Green Day, Rancid, Slipknot, and any kind of punk/ska band. Her parents are never around and never gets any attention cause it all goes to her sister.

I really need help so thanks!
Oh and Check out my youtube… http://www.youtube.com/user/emolikemazing

Money changed my mom…for worse?

My mom is a single parent and was an nurse five years ago. We lived poor, living on check to check, but we were happy. Our house was in poor shape, and we didn’t have much, but hell, my sister and I were the two happiest girls ever…and since we were both gifted, no one knew we were poor. We were the church stars, and my church family always provided food and school supplies and transportation.

My mother went to school, and is now an endocrinologist. She makes ALOT of money, and in the two years alone, we went from almost being on welfare, to
buying a 2010 lexus
buying her a blackberry and iPhone
new kitchen
two flat screens
everything
getting us all new bedroom sets
brand name clothing, the works.

Then, today, it just hit me how shallow she’s been. I sat in the front seat of her car and she told me to sit in the back because her leather bag was on the seat and she didn’t want it on the floor or on the back seats…

THEN, a play that My sister and I are starring in and have been rehersing at church for a month is this Saturday.
My mom decides to go to a $200 concert..

We went from going to church every Sabbath and she hasn’t been to church five times this year… we are (now just my sister and I) super religious, and she doesn’t wake up at 5:00 am for worship because “she has work”. That never stopped her before…

I’m afraid that God will take away our blessings. I don’t care for this material stuff, and I feel sooooo bad. She says that she only did it so we all could have a Better life. But she’s only been stressing, yelling, cursing, and not having God in her life.
I try telling her nicely, but she either cries or tells me to stay out of her personal life because she’s a “grown woman”.

She is becoming too materialistic. And I hate it.

I’m sorry if I sound ungrateful Im just so sad. I miss the happy days.

Where can I find the leather jackets that the Salvatore bortherS wear in the vampire diaries?

I really want the BROWN LEATHER JACKET that STEFAN SALVATORE WEARS
I really want the BLACK LEATHER JACKET that DAMON SALVATORE WEARS
having both of these would be a dream come true so PLEASE if you have any idea or anything LET ME KNOW!

Why do people like leather jackets so much?

My best friend (male,18) has a wardrobe just full of black leather jackets and not once have I ever seen him out (I’ve known him since he was 15) not wearing a black leather jacket.

In which cities and states of Australia people mostly wear leather jackets in winter?

I want to introduce leather jackets from overseas to austtralian market, how can I be most successful in that? And from where can I start?

Really cheap costume greaser leather jackets?

I’m looking for really cheap fake greaser black leather jackets for a costume. Perferablly A male fitted jacket in big sizes (2X) so its baggy on a girl.

What is a good website for custom leather jackets?

i want to buy a leather jacket but having trouble finding the right place. the main one that i want made should be the third one shown

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what else to write? I have story block!!?

I need some inspiriation for the sequel that im working on and i ran out of ideas. So please help me out.

Chapter One: Drake

I was born in a widely secret but also known haven for the legends, my mother was a witch famously known as Eden and my sire was a vampire named Cain. Together, we lived happily on Pendle Hill in Lancashire, England. But everything changed the year I turned seven. Even to this day, I don’t know why my father left my mother and I, but all I remember is that afterwards, she cried for hours on end until one day she never came back for me. She left me in our secret place in the forest where we always used to sit together, and she never came back no matter how hard I cried for her. She never did.

Now, I am twenty seven, a age for a fit and growing young man who is about to lead the Commisson of The Mythicals. And I could not be thinking about this so close to my election.

“We shouldn’t have to cut off the support for the Wizards and Witches’s school! They are among the leading caretakers for the youngsters of today’s society!” The voice of McCallahoun awoke me from my daze of sleep in the brightly torch lit circular room. The walls were filled with books upon books of legends of titles the human world has never seen, torches lit the frames of wood to illuminate the secret room that had no windows.

A growl was heard from my left, reminding me that McCallahoun may have been a Wizard, but he was no match for a Werewolf, specifically the Keillings, an ancient Werewolfen clan that has been here on Pendle Hill since their kind was born in the dawn of time. But this one, Micheal was more fiery than usual of their kind, his jet black hair and red eyes set aflame his pale and sickly grey skin, making him look almost like one of my brethen; a Vampire. Although Micheal’s scent was to strong like a wet dog’s for him to be one of us, the council still accepted him regardless because he was the last represenative from his clan’s son, so it was a anarchy.

And here I ruled in place of my father, in place of the smallest clan on the hill, the (You name them). I shifted my weight off of my arse that was firmly squeezed into the dusty leather chair to properly share the weight with my feet that were leather covered and on the large circle shaped desk that one of each clan was given a place at. All thirteen to be exact.

I sighed again, getting tired of which school was going to be cut from our budget since money and tourism to Pendle Hill has decreased latlely and spoke up. “Why not use The School For Mythical Gifted Individuals as the main school for ALL children, regardless of species to go to instead of segregated schools for the Werewolves, Vampires, Goblins, Trolls, Elves and the rest of youse?”

Micheal, dressed in his sunday best black suit stopped growling and looked at me in amazement while McCallahoun looked horrified.

“Is that what you want, huh, (Family name), for your future children to be mixed bloods with some damned Troll or Werewolf?!”

I chuckled as the young Werewolf beside me shot him a death glare . The rest of the council, shrouded by the shadows of the other side of the room were silent, but the honey color light from the torch showed faint outlines of old men of many species all clothed in equally old clothing.
what if his adviser come in to tell him that Skara got sent to the insane asylum (skara is his sister they’ve known each other since they were both seven. He got adopted into her family. She loves him like a brother but he loves her romantically)

A girl(or guy opinion) on my ‘xmas clothes’?

Ok, ive posted this question far too much on here, really wish yahoo answers was more of a forum ok but anyway this is the last time ill annoy u with my questions ha, but basically every xmas eve in my town everybody is out havin a good time in the village and well theres this girl ive liked for like 2 years now, and i kinda wanna look my best so i wanna see, we’re young like 18/19 so judge my clothes on that. if you have any questions i will answer

http://www.riverisland.com/Online/men/coats–jackets/leathers–non-leather-jackets/black-leather-jacket–254428

http://www.topman.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ProductDisplay?beginIndex=0&viewAllFlag=&catalogId=33056&storeId=12555&productId=2681410&langId=-1&sort_field=Relevance&categoryId=207221&parent_categoryId=207169&pageSize=200&refinements=category~[207224|207221]&noOfRefinements=1

http://www.rollersnakes.co.uk/product/198723-carhartt-bronco-jeans-carmel-1275oz.html

http://www.rollersnakes.co.uk/product/198560-supra-skytop.html

what do you think? i think it would look good but my fashion sense is low. thanks

Should these two people be rewarded equally for their hard work?

anyways do you think these people should be rewarded equally for their hard work?

J: She is a young woman from a big city who is a successful businesswoman working for a public relations company and she is a wealthy businesswoman, she owns a condo overlooking a huge lake and she owns lots of nice clothes, gets to go on nice vacations, owns lots of nice furniture, owns a nice sporty car w/leather interior and she gets to attend to alot of rock concerts.

D: He is a young man from a small town who is an employee at a department store and he has been at his job for 8 years and he only makes $8.50 an hour, he is one of the most dependable employees Shopko has ever had and he is very kind and helpful towards his customers and his co-workers and he gets along well with everybody, plus he has a learning disability, he doesn’t have a car and he still lives at home with his parents.

Also which rewards do you like better?
D was also in special education when he was in high school
Also D doesn’t have a college degree and he thinks that his hard work at Shopko should provide him a good career job.

Can you read this report and tell me if it sounds right?

Yes, I’m going to cite it. Thanks SO MUCH if you read the whole thing!

ESSAY: NATIVE AMERICAN CULTURE

Here is your goal for this assignment:
Write an essay on the culture of a present-day Native American tribe of your choice

Choose one of the present-day tribes of Native Americans and write a report on their culture. Write about their ancestors; their ways of meeting the basic needs of food, shelter, and clothing; and their economic system. Write about their values and beliefs and about the roles of the men and women in their society. Include a section about their enemies and their friends. Describe some of the tools, utensils, or other artifacts the people made and used in the past. Use an encyclopedia to help you tell how they were alike and how they were different.
The Crow are a tribe of Native Americans who belong to Siouan language family and live in the Great Plains culture area. Their name for themselves, Apsaalooke (pronounced opp-sah-loh-kay), was misinterpreted by early explorers as “people of the crows,” or simply “crow.” It actually meant “children of the large beaked bird,” a nickname given to them by their neighboring tribe, the Hidatsa. The bird that they are named after, which was described as a fork-tailed bird resembling a blue jay or a magpie, may now be extinct.
The Crow first encountered Europeans in 1743 near the town of Hardin, Montana. The men they encountered were two Frenchman brothers, the La Verendryes. The brothers called the Indians beaux hommes, which meant “handsome men.” The Indians called the Canadians baaschaiile, which meant “person with yellow eyes.”
The Crow were originally an agricultural tribe. They lived in permanent villages along the upper Missouri River, living peacefully alongside their neighboring tribe, the Hidatsa. The Crow moved westward toward the Yellowstone River area (east of the Rocky mountains) sometime before the early seventeen hundreds. On the Plains, they became nomads, following the great herds of buffalo on horse back. They lived in portable tipis and practiced the Sun Dance, a religion also practiced by other Indian tribes. They grew a single crop, tobacco, which played a religious role in the secret Crow Tobacco Society. One other religion they practiced is the Crow Way.
Crow woman were in charge of the home. They cooked and cleaned, and when the tribe moved, they took their family’s tipi apart and put it back together again. The men were warriors, responsible for finding food and keeping their family safe. The men used powerful bow and arrows, war clubs, spears, and hide shields as weapons. Sometimes a Crow woman, especially a widow, would ride into battle or even become a chief, but this was rare. Both men and woman took part in storytelling, artwork, music, and traditional medicine. Crow children mostly helped around their camp. They had more work to do then they do now, just like colonial children. They did have dolls, toys, and games to play, also like colonial children.
Crow women wore long deerskin dresses. Crow men wore breechcloths with leather leggings and buckskin shirts. Both men and women wore moccasins on their feet. A Crow lady’s dress or warrior’s shirt was fringed and often decorated with porcupine quills, beadwork, and elk teeth. Later, Crow people adapted European costume such as cloth dresses and vests, which they also decorated with beading and traditional ornaments. Today, Crow only wear traditional attire on special occasions like dances and weddings.
Crow Indian leaders sometimes wore the long warbonnets that Plains Indians are famous for. Traditionally, Crow people only cut their hair when they were in mourning. Crow men sometimes made their hair even longer by weaving horsehair into it. Some Crow chiefs had hair so long it trailed on the ground. Crow men and women both wore their hair either loose or in two braids, but Crow men often styled the front of their hair into pompadours or other styles, and sometimes wrapped their braids in fur. Crow women didn’t consider their hair as important as some Plains Indian women did. In the 1800′s, many Crow women started to cut their hair to shoulder length, but Crow men continued to grow theirs as long as possible. The Crows also painted their faces for special occasions. They used different patterns for war paint, religious ceremonies, and festive decoration.
The Crows traded regularly with other tribes of the Great Plains and the Western Plateau. Some of their favorite trading partners included the Mandan and Flathead Salish tribes. These tribes usually communicated using the Plains Sign Language.

The Crow also fought wars with other tribes. Plains Indian tribes treated war differently than European countries did. They didn’t fight over territory but instead to prove their courage, and so Plains Indian war parties rarely fought to the death or destroyed each other’s villages. Instead, their war customs included counting

Were there any subtle signs that you were gay when you were younger?

I remember I used to have a bunch of Action Man dolls (G.I. Joe to Americans) that I used to dress up. Or more specifically, undress.

I remember having an unusual fondness for stripping off all of Action Man’s clothes (apart from occasionally when I’d leave on these black parachute strap things that wrapped around his chest and his big leather boots) and then ‘posing’ him with Dr X, his naked arch-enemy. I remember getting really annoyed that Action Man wasn’t anatomically correct too. He always wore these damn blue underwear things that were fused to the plastic. The hours I spent trying to pry those off…

Really it’s amazing that I never realized earlier. Once I’d started trying to wrap Stretch Armstrong’s crotch around my face I think I was pretty much done for.

would you read my stories?

The last thing I wanted to was go to school where I might get in trouble again. Ever since I beat Karuto, the angel of darkness more and more monsters had been attacking me lately. It when so far up to where Eve decided to come to school with me so she could protect me plus to keep an eye on me. She of course didn’t want me to get hurt. Like always. It doesn’t brother me that she come to school with me. What really brothers me that she might get hurt while trying to protect me. That what I’m really worry about. So during school I was sitting next to Eve at the lunch table. I eat lunch while Eve smiled and watched me eat. She have a plate too but she didn’t eat anything off of it, she just let me have what left on it. Which was all of it. Eve giggle as I got pizza sauce on my face then clean it with a piece of paper towel. Eve still looked beautiful to me. She have the looks of a thousand angels in one person, her red eyes, and black hair always find a way to make me smiled. Once the bell rang telling us Lunch was over. We walked toward our next class. A guy walked passed us. He seem to be reaching to grab Eve’s butt. That when I grabbed his wrist and got a strong hold of it. He seem to have white hair and green eyes, he wore all black trying to pass as goth.
“you better not even think about grabbing her butt. You pervert.” I said
“I don’t know what you’re talking about?” he said.
“I know you were I saw you.”
“So what if I was. What you’re going to do about it?” he asked.
“calm down Matthew.” Eve reminded me.
“whatever you better not do it again or else.” I told the boy.
“Or else what? As least I can get some.” he said.
“I rather be a virgin then a pig like you. You used girls just for one thing.. people like you make me sick.” I said glaring at him.
“yeah whatever. Loser.” he said.
I was going to punch him when the Gym teacher for PE named Mr. Merrick grabbed my arm. He have brown hair and brown eyes. He wore a army style jumpsuit and had the face of an actor.
“not getting into more fights I hope.” he said with a smirk.
“no sir I was just playing around a little.” I lied.
“that good. We can’t have ones of our brightest students get into more trouble.” He said smiling.
I gave the guy that tried to grabbed Eve’s butt do-it-again-and-die stare. He back off right away knowing what I could do.Eve and I went back walking to the next classes which was of
course English class. Our teacher Mrs’ Heather was reading us Antigone by Sophocles which I already read like about ten times. I sat next to Eve we sat at the front of the class. After the class ended Eve and I walked together toward gym where it was time for PE. I heard rumors that some new students will be taking part in today class. Once at the gym. Coach Merrick made me team leader and made the pervert that tried to grabbed Eve’s butt this afternoon who I later found out his name was Seth Hackett a new kid in school the other team leader. We was playing dodge ball. Luckily for me I won the coin toss and got first pick. I chose Eve first thing. I didn’t trust Seth I knew he was up to something too I wasn’t sure what yet.
Seth got all of the new guys in school. While I got a lot of weaker looking guys from our school. The New guys all have was muscular, and was tall. Some of them wore leather jackets, while some of them wore wore black tank tops. Heck some of them wore Black t-shirt. There was 20 kids in the class. 10 people on my side and 10 people on Seth side.
“play ball.” said the coach.
That when he got a call on his cell phone.
“sorry have to take this.” he said.
He left the room while all of us played dodge ball. that when something super freaking happen. The balls turn from rubber to metal. Seth smirk.
“well Matthew Thades. Let play some real dodge ball. A dodge ball game of death” he said had his fingernails turn into claws and his teeth turn into fangs. 5 of the New guys on Seth’s team the ones with the leather jackets well their jackets turn into leathery wings. 3 of dude with black t-shirts well they got taller like twice of me. The last two guys with the black tank tops on their eyes turn blood red and they grew fangs and claws and horns too.
“Dang it they were monsters this whole time.” I said. Most of my team start running toward the doors, a wall of fire block their way.
“Hey they are not part of this leave them alone.” I said.
“can’t do that. They’re part of this game too. “ Seth said smirking.
“ fine I’ll take of all of you. Dante style.” I said.
That when I summon my sliver M1911 pistol Luna and my sword Nightrage (AKA Moonglade) in a white flames of light. I put Luna in my belt and then summon my other pistol Sol. I put that on my belt too.
“Eve get everybody out of here then erase their memories .” I said.
“sure thing. Just be careful okay.” Eve said.
Then she and the rest of students disappeared in a white flames of light by Eve’s Magic. Seth look at me in disgust.
“someone like you beat Karuto.
“someone like you beat Karuto. Hard to believe. You look just like a dog to me.” said Seth. “get him.”
I ran at the monsters head on. I cut one of the giants in half. He faded into darkness which what all monsters do when they die. I jump into the air. I was surround the five bat boys. I took out Luna and Sol and started spinning around and firing them. I shot them all. They soon died and faded into darkness. I landed on the ground with my own two feet. I put my guns up. I cut another giant with my sword. It also faded into darkness. A giant tried to come at me from behind I point Luna at it’s head and fired. The giant fell down hard. The Two demons dudes tried to come at me at once. I jump into the air and smash their head together. They also faded into darkness. The only one left was Seth. And I wanted to kick his butt for what being a pervert. “the end? Don’t bet on it.” I said.
So what do you think? this story isn’t done yet. it’s the fourth story in the saga. I call it Moon-Shade. if you want to read more of the series. here a http://www.fictionpress.com/u/642366/Mat… wait till this one get finish and see what happens next. and no this isn’t like twilight. if it was then I’ll get in trouble and I don’t want that. so what do you think? got any ideas on how to improve my writing? would you read my stories if given the chance?
thanks burn after reading. I work my hardest on it. I may need to find a good editor but I bet I can find one in the nick of time.
No I did not. that a lie and you know it. It’s different from any normal fantasy if I do punish and You sue me I’ll win because I know the law too. this story is different from whatever screen play you wrote. so don’t give me that BS because I know that now true,. it nothing like your screen play as all .
that not true Morgrol I didn’t steal any ideas. If it was from 1953 then the setting wouldn’t be the same and How would I have stolen it if I never read the screen play if you ever threaten me like that again I’m reporting you you got that.
that not true Morgrol I didn’t steal any ideas. If it was from 1953 then the setting wouldn’t be the same and How would I have stolen it if I never read the screen play if you ever threaten me like that again I’m reporting you you got that.

This question is really odd but… I need alternate names for the characters in my story?

ok, so I’m writing a story about real life but it’s changed a little so i don’t want to use real names. I need alternate names for these people:

Master Leonard Yordan … here is his description in my story:
He is a black man, with a goatee and thinning black hair. He has tan eyes, that crinkle up when he smiles. They grow wide for dramatic effect, in concern, or the occasional split second of anger. He has noticeable dimples and a long, round face. He’s chock full of charisma, and is never caught without his smile except for when he‘s real serious. It’s scary to see him that way. yet absolutely breath taking. It feels like standing alone in the redwood forest, or the grand canyon. It make’s you feel incredibly small. And most of all: I love that man more than anyone or anything I’ve known since I’ve been alive. I swear, you name it, and I would give it up for master _________
(He is also 39 and the main caracter’s -me- tae kwon do instructor.)

Mikayla Rae Kilburn…. I havn’t written a describtin yet but here is a breif one:
She has wavy but almost curly brown hair. It has a bit of gold to it too sometimes. He eyes are sort of small and brown. She looks young for 15, and acts it too. But she has to deal with alot and is mature in many ways as well. Her parents split when she was 2. She is the main character’s -me- best freind. She is also a back belt.

Cody Murray… again no real description:
He has relaly light brown hair andthe smae color eyes. He’s super tall, and eighteen years old. He’s in college and only comes up once in a while. He is a black belt as well. He acts like a typical college student, if you know waht I mean, but is also really sweet.

Ian Phillip Kilburn:
Ian is Mikaylas older brother. He is also cody’s best friend and cgoes to the smae college with him. Has black hair, is short, and has small brown eyes.

(Master) Fred Forsberg:
Fred has a shaved head and comes on a little strong. He wears alot of black, sunglasses you can’t see his eyes through, and leather jackets. But his eyes are big puppy eyes and dark brown. He is a martial arts addict (like myself) and is the extreme at Master Yordan’s school. He can do anything. He enjoys striking fear into others, and is a little braggy. But once you get to know him he is really really sweet. He has muscles EVERYWHERE (thought I’d throw that in…)

Kaylie and Hunter Groff:
These are two little kids that like me alot. They are both blonde, have blue eyes, and are home schooled. They’re family is like the brady bunch. Kaylie is ten and hunter is seven. Kaylie is big on magic cratures and things and belives it all to be true. Hunter is a wonder kid, he can beat box and break dance.

What i really want is a fitting name (first and last plz and thank you) for each character…. if anyone can help? thanksssssssss!!!

What “clique” do/did you belong(ed) to?

Recently, I finished this game called “Bully” for the PS2. The game was pretty much Grand Theft Auto – High School Style and certain cliques or groups were one of the main features throughout the game. They were:

Bullies – self-explanatory enough
Nerds – gee, I wonder who they are?
Jocks – hmmm….
Greasers – these guys/girls are like the castaways. They roam the streets wearing leather jackets and pants. They also like to meddle with bikes, cars – anything that has grease on them.
Preps – these are the rich kids. They speak faux-accents (English) and wear fancy clothes. And yes, they are spoiled brats.
Independents – they don’t belong to any group. Much like the player you control in the game.

As for me, I can say I’m part Prep-Jock-Nerd.

I love playing computer games and I’m *ehem* smart too. I love sports (Basketball) and I was once a varsity player too.

I can’t say I’m uber-rich nor can I say I’m spoiled. But I belong to a nouveau riche family.

Where do you belong?

Critique the beginning of my novel please?

“Doesn’t look any different than the last time I saw it” I say, looking around the gloomy house.
“Some things never change, even after two hundred years” Roberta smiles at me, inhaling the thick air.
“You know, I’ve missed you Vlad” she says with a look of longing in her eyes.
I know that she once loved me, but after all this time how could those feelings not have faded away? She’s eight years older than me. Well, physically anyway.
“Missed you too” I manage to blurt out and give her a quick, friendly hug.
I notice that her once flaming red hair has turned dark and dull. It seems just about as lifeless as I am.
“How long are you staying for?” she asks.
“The usual, three years tops” I say as I make my way upstairs.
I go to my former bedroom and unpack my belongings. All I can think about is the next three years of my life back in Paris. I’m going to have to go to high school for the hundredth time in my life, and if that isn’t bad enough, I am forced to attend “Lycée Henri-IV”, the most prestige school in Paris. It’s not that I want to go there; it’s just that I’ve gone to every other school in Paris throughout the years and this is the only one left. Roberta and I had always made fun of the snobby kids that attend there and I had never thought that I’d have to be one of them.
“I bought you only the finest clothes in Paris” she yells out in her thick French accent from the corridor. “Try them on!”
My first instinct is to ignore her as clothes have never concerned me, but I know that she spent a ton of effort buying them. Making my way downstairs, I notice how much the house has changed. The stairs are even creakier than the last time I remember them, there is a new Persian carpet in the hallway, and the enormous chandelier that was once on the ceiling is missing. It also looks as if Roberta had gotten rid of a bunch of old junk, leaving the building quite empty.
“Here” she says handing me the pile of clothes, her dark eyes glistening with excitement.
I try on a few leather jackets and designer jeans, pretending to be thrilled with her selections. She keeps urging me to try on more and more clothes and I can feel myself about to snap.
“Enough is enough!” I almost roar at her.
She doesn’t seem shocked or surprised, because we both know what has been causing my low temper lately. A seductive smile escapes from her lips. She comes closer to me until our noses are almost touching and I can feel her breath against my lips. She wraps her arms around my neck and presses her ice cold lips against mine. I’m standing there like an inexperienced thirteen year old boy, my arms at my sides, my eyes still open. She starts breathing harder and tries to stick her tongue in to my mouth.
“Stop it Roberta. This isn’t what I came back for” I stare at her in disbelief as I push her away.
“Come on Vlad, we can stay here like this forever. Just you and me, for all of eternity” she says, brushing her palm against my bony face as she tries to kiss me again.

What do you think of this beginning of my novel?

“Doesn’t look any different than the last time I saw it” I say, looking around the gloomy house.
“Some things never change, even after two hundred years” Roberta smiles at me, inhaling the thick air.
“You know, I’ve missed you” she says with a look of longing in her eyes.
I know that she once loved me, but after all this time how could those feelings not have faded away? She’s eight years older than me. Well, physically anyway.
“Missed you too” I manage to blurt out and give her a quick, friendly hug.
I notice that her once red hair has turned dark and dull. It seems just about as lifeless as I am.
“How long are you staying for?” she asks.
“The usual, three years tops” I say as I make my way upstairs.
I go to my former bedroom and unpack my belongings. All I can think about is the next three years of my life back in Paris. I’m going to have to go to high school for the hundredth time in my life, and if that isn’t bad enough, I am forced to attend “Lycée Henri-IV”, the most prestige school in Paris. It’s not that I want to go there; it’s just that I’ve gone to every other school in Paris throughout the years and this is the only one left. Roberta and I had always made fun of the snobby kids that attend there and I had never thought that I’d have to be one of them.
“I bought you only the finest clothes in Paris” she yells out in her thick French accent from the corridor. “Try them on!”
My first instinct is to ignore her as clothes have never concerned me, but I know that she spent a ton of effort buying them. Making my way downstairs, I notice how much the house has changed. The stairs are even creakier than the last time I remember them, there is a new Persian carpet in the hallway, and the enormous chandelier that was once on the ceiling is missing. It also looks as if Roberta had gotten rid of a bunch of old junk, leaving the building quite empty.
“Here” she says handing me the pile of clothes, her dark eyes glistening with excitement.
I try on a few leather jackets and designer jeans, pretending to be thrilled with her selections. She keeps urging me to try on more and more clothes and I can feel myself about to snap.
“Enough is enough!” I almost roar at her.
She doesn’t seem shocked or surprised, because we both know what has been causing my low temper lately.

What kind of clothes to sell the most expensive too?

Lightweight motorcycle jacket made of waxed cotton for men
Sweatyjacke in leather finish
Removable body armor at elbows and shoulders
Fitted cut
Stand-up collar with adjustable buckle
http://www.belstaffsale2011.com/sale/Belstaff-Men-H-Sweater-Outlet-282.html

How would you summarize this?

Clothing and personal appearance also communicate nonverbal messages. In fact, people use your clothing and appearance to determine your status, credibility, and persuasiveness (Benson et al., 1975; Knapp & Hall, 2002; Michelsen, 1993). Businesses and professions have learned from experience that the public’s perception of their organization depends in part on the appearance and dress of their personnel. For this reason many companies require uniforms and most others have a dress code. UPS, Bank One, and Sears are just a few of the companies that specify the career apparel employees can wear (Jones, 2003; Merx, 2003). Even the Mayo clinic requires business attire in place of casual dress or white coats for its more than 2,800 staff physicians except when they are in surgical scrubs (Berry & Bendapudi, 2003). Even the White House under President Barack Obama’s leadership is moving from traditional business dress to a more casual approach (Stolberg, 2009).
Your company may be like IBM and many others that have relaxed their strict business dress codes and now allow employees to dress in a business casual manner. But you may be as confused as others about what business casual really means. Image consultant Sherry Maysonave (1999) calls this confusion casual confusion syndrome (CCS) and says that it leads to people wearing inappropriate casual attire. “The business-casual trend has created entire companies of people who are unsure of what to put on in the morning,” says Christina Binkley in an article for the Wall Street Journal (2008, D1). She notes that in most cases, business casual is more formal than “casual” and does not include jeans, shorts, t-shirts, or halter-tops. Maysonave (199, p. 79) offers these business casual basics: dark colors (for contrast mix with a white or light-hue blouse or shirt); simple, classic lines; long sleeves and quality fabrics; high-quality shoes in immaculate condition—all-leather tie shoes for men and classic closed-toes with moderate heels for women; clean, shiny hair, professionally cut; and simple, high-quality jewelry kept to a minimum. According to New York psychologist Jon-Scott Turco, you may be judged more when wearing business casual than when wearing traditional business attire because people “assume they’re seeing the real person” (Binkley, 2008, p. D1).

Serious answers only please.

how much does my car worth?

Hi everyone.

My mother bought me a 2003 Toyota Camry LE, automatic tramission. The car lacks a Sunroof. I do not like leather Interior, so I got the clothe.

I am the second owner. The first owner was an old man, and he decided to retire from driving. The car was bought with 30K Mileage…. I’m a handicap, so this means the car was only driven by an old man and a handicap. The car was bought in mint condition, no scratches or dents. It has never broken down or given problems. The car gets serviced twice a year. I’ve had this car now for two years.

I am a car enthusiast, so this means I modified the car to my liking. I added 18″ chrome rims, Indash touch screen TV, two headrest Tvs, Tinted glass, Chrome grill, remote starter.

The Interior is immaculate ( Clean). I do not smoke or drink. The Exterior has no scraches, at least I do not think so. I am planning to sell it to help my mother bye me a BMW.

How much does it worth in your opinion?
Oh, the car now has 45K milage on it.
spelling correction: Buy”"”"

Is this a good paragraph for my Magic story?

The Meeting
The nights shun a bright moonlight; branches were waving in the night sky, and the howls of an unknown creature caught the attention of an old man. The man wore a dark blue robe, boots that curled up at the end like clowns shoes, and a waist piece with diamonds glittering on it. He had short grey hair that curled behind his head, a short beard that hardly descended off his face, his nose was straight as a ruler but had the roughness of sandpaper, his eyes were greyish similar to his hair, and he was tall and thin like a tree. The old man had words carved into his arms that glowed in the dark, the words said Urchnill Rivaux.
He is near, no doubt about it, stated a younger man hidden in the shadows.
The younger man had short-slim fingers, long brown hair up to his shoulders, his hair was very messy, he wore rugged leather clothes with holes in his shirts and pants. He had dark green eyes, his face drooped, and he too had words carved in his arm that also glowed in the dark but the words were different instead it was Rondel Harrix, these words must of been the name of the people since they both referred each other by them.
‘Indeed he is’, quietly said Rivaux. ‘We must inform King Alanar, if he knows little then he shall not suspect such a cruel welcome.’
The two men fled into the dark woods, waving through the trees avoiding anything, which could prompt them before they can warn King Alanar. Little did the men know but the trees of this forest awaken at night and show little mercy to their invaders.

How do I dress for a semi-formal interview?

I am a 40_smething man who hasnt been on an interview in years. Most of the dress clothes I wore are too small now. I have a dark-blue sport-coat, and a brown woolish sport coat. Dockers and jeans for pants. Some dress leather shoes in brown and black.

Will this make my brother and his friends the coolest kids at school?

My brother is 8 turning 9.

I had this idea that my little brother also likes were he and his friends would form their own “gang” and customize leather jackets with their logo and motto and decorate in gold and red spraypaint, attach a chain with a fake claw on the end to the chest part of the jacket as well as slashes cut in the jacket and for their logo to be a zombie lion king that breathes fire. Their gang will play the coolest games at recess and throw parties.

I’ve already helped my brother throw a few really good wild themed parties so i’ve kinda wanted to expand on that.

my brother and his friends have a lot of monster games that they play at recess.

i also made up a few games for my brother that he’s trying out like:

motorcycle tag – make fists and press tips of thumbs together arms out like superman and run around trying to knock each other down. if your motorcycle handle breaks (your thumbs aren’t connected or you bend your arms) then when someone “shoots” you, you die and have to go to the “repair shop” for 5 minutes. The kid who shoots and knocks down the most people wins the game.

hypno-mystery – like murder mystery except if you get the handshake with the scratch you have to perform a dare that was established at the begining of each round (like pretending you’re a cow).

russian roulette – this toy gun shoots 1/8 times after this cylender thing is spun. Fill up the water gun with pop rocks (these rock candies that pop/explode in your mouth) and shoot into your mouth. pass this around until someone gets “shot”.

and a bunch of other games

will my ideas make my brother and his friends the coolest kids at school?

My brother is 8 turning 9.

I had this idea that my little brother also likes were he and his friends would form their own “gang” and customize leather jackets with their logo and motto and decorate in gold and red spraypaint, attach a chain with a fake claw on the end to the chest part of the jacket as well as slashes cut in the jacket and for their logo to be a zombie lion king that breathes fire. Their gang will play the coolest games at recess and throw parties.

I’ve already helped my brother throw a few really good wild themed parties so i’ve kinda wanted to expand on that.

my brother and his friends have a lot of monster games that they play at recess.

i also made up a few games for my brother that he’s trying out like:

motorcycle tag – make fists and press tips of thumbs together arms out like superman and run around trying to knock each other down. if your motorcycle handle breaks (your thumbs aren’t connected or you bend your arms) then when someone “shoots” you, you die and have to go to the “repair shop” for 5 minutes. The kid who shoots and knocks down the most people wins the game.

hypno-mystery – like murder mystery except if you get the handshake with the scratch you have to perform a dare that was established at the begining of each round (like pretending you’re a cow).

russian roulette – this toy gun shoots 1/8 times after this cylender thing is spun. Fill up the water gun with pop rocks (these rock candies that pop/explode in your mouth) and shoot into your mouth. pass this around until someone gets “shot”.

and a bunch of other games

How do you remove alcohol stains from a pleather jacket?

I just got a brand new Pleather Jacket by Obey last week and some kid sprayed axe all over me at school as a joke and it left a huge streaking stain. This is black leather and the stain looks like someone drew white chalk on my jacket.

Everytime I get it wet or lick it it will go away but then it comes back about 5 mins later after it dries.

Is this permanent? And how can I for good get this out?

Why is generation z (those born after 1993) so upset over cyber bullying?

When I was in High School I wouldn’t let anyone challenge my authority. Weighing in at 200 pounds and 6 foot 2 inches no one would mess with me once they realized I fought back. Kids these days are so submissive to bullies.This limp wristed nature and these silly ad campaigns make me want to help the bullies by sneaking back into HS and helping the jocks beat up the nerds. Kids these days, so cowardly. Those tactics where you tell on them just ads fuel to the fire. I guess you politically correct miscreants need a life without challenges and everything handed to them on a silver platter. I was born in 1991 so don’t whine to me about coming from a different time. I was born during the cold war but it wasn’t much different in my HS days.
Also, how do you kids get so upset by cyberbullying? Boo hoo you hear a few mean words online! Don’t whine about it! What can saying something on the web possibly do to hurt you?

If someone posted something bad about me online I would have gone to school the next day in a leather jackets and aviators and said “Hey buddy whatcha been saying about me? Say hi to your great grandma for me” Then I would have punched him so hard in the stomach that blood would have come out.

Do you get drawn in to my novel when you read this beginning?

“Doesn’t look any different than the last time I saw it” I say, looking around the gloomy house.
“Some things never change, even after two hundred years” Roberta smiles at me, inhaling the thick air.
“You know, I’ve missed you Vlad” she says with a look of longing in her eyes.
I know that she once loved me, but after all this time how could those feelings not have faded away? She’s eight years older than me. Well, physically anyway.
“Missed you too” I manage to blurt out and give her a quick, friendly hug.
I notice that her once flaming red hair has turned dark and dull. It seems just about as lifeless as I am.
“How long are you staying for?” she asks.
“The usual, three years tops” I say as I make my way upstairs.
I go to my former bedroom and unpack my belongings. All I can think about is the next three years of my life back in Paris. I’m going to have to go to high school for the hundredth time in my life, and if that isn’t bad enough, I am forced to attend “Lycée Henri-IV”, the most prestige school in Paris. It’s not that I want to go there; it’s just that I’ve gone to every other school in Paris throughout the years and this is the only one left. Roberta and I had always made fun of the snobby kids that attend there and I had never thought that I’d have to be one of them.
“I bought you only the finest clothes in Paris” she yells out in her thick French accent from the corridor. “Try them on!”
My first instinct is to ignore her as clothes have never concerned me, but I know that she spent a ton of effort buying them. Making my way downstairs, I notice how much the house has changed. The stairs are even creakier than the last time I remember them, there is a new Persian carpet in the hallway, and the enormous chandelier that was once on the ceiling is missing. It also looks as if Roberta had gotten rid of a bunch of old junk, leaving the building quite empty.
“Here” she says handing me the pile of clothes, her dark eyes glistening with excitement.
I try on a few leather jackets and designer jeans, pretending to be thrilled with her selections. She keeps urging me to try on more and more outfits and I can feel myself about to snap.
“Enough is enough!” I almost roar at her, taking off a jacket and throwing it on the couch with the rest of the clothes.
She doesn’t seem shocked or surprised, because we both know what has been causing my low temper lately. A seductive smile escapes from her lips. She comes closer to me until our noses are almost touching and I can feel her breath against my lips. She wraps her arms around my neck and presses her ice cold lips against mine. I’m standing there like an inexperienced thirteen year old boy, my arms at my sides, my eyes still wide open. I can feel her long, sharp nails tracing my bare chest, digging in to my skin. She starts breathing harder and tries to stick her tongue in to my mouth.
“Stop it Roberta. This isn’t what I came back for” I stare at her in disbelief as I push her away.
“Come on Vlad, we can stay here like this forever. Just you and me, for all of eternity” she says, brushing her palm against my bony face as she tries to kiss me again.
“All of eternity? You mean as lifeless, soulless immortals?”
“That’s exactly what I mean” she says grinning.

Shopping stores that have good clothes but aren’t too expensive?

I like just skinny jeans, straight jeans
with like t-shirts/ tees
big fan of unique sneakers
leather

How come beautiful girls never like cute nerds?

I’m not talking about the nerdy nerds. I mean the fairly handsome nerds who will have a great career in the future. How come beautiful girls never like these these nerds? They like bad looking, drug addicted, broke “bad boys” instead. What’s he got? A leather jacket and a bike? We nerds can buy a clothes store and a car showroom. Can the bad boy do that? I don’t think so.

fashion tips? jeans clothes stores?

I’;m 29 F and just wondering, if anyone is in this age group? what you wear, where do you shop? I kind of like the jeans and leather jacket look, I usually hit the gap or jcpenney? any suggestions?

I’m off in August to Tokyo 1 week holiday. What to see & do? Any cheap shopping places electronics/clothes?

I am interested in buying digital camera. Is it cheaper to buy electronics there than US? Is there used clothing store (similar to Salvation Army store or the likes) where I could find some original branded leather bags? Any suggestions on what else to do in Tokyo or around the area side from enjoying a day at Disneyland? I’m going next month.

Does religious conviction excuse interfering with a legitimate business?

First, the background:

An independent clothing store in my town had a small, second floor apartment that they couldn’t rent, and since the owner was active in the bondage/fetish community she decided to open a discreet bondage boutique selling leather clothing and restraints (no sex toys, movies, magazines or anything like that). It was never intended to make a huge profit–just something to fill otherwise empty space and cater to a small sub-group in the community. As it was the first business of this type in our city, the local paper did a short story on it.

The local churches went beserk. In addition to letters to the newspaper and rants by a local pastor on a Sunday-night radio show, members of a local Pentecostal church started picketting outside the business (from 3 to 20 depending on the day). They “witnessed” to people walking past the store (the regular clothing store, that is) and tried to intimidate and/or embarass anyone who entered. They also phoned her business constantly to “witness” to her, tying up her business line and driving her staff crazy. The radio-pastor praised and encouraged them on his show, while denying any direct involvement.

After a month of this treatment, the owner closed the bondage boutique, but the harassment (minus picketing) continued and she was eventually forced to close her other store also because even her regular customers had been driven away and her staff had quit.

Freedom of speech aside (I’m not suggesting that these people should not have been allowed to criticize the business), were these people entitled to behave the way they did? Does their religious belief trump the business owner’s right to run a legal business and her customer’s right to privacy?

Thanks for you thoughts.
Lest anything think that the campaign was not the reason for the owner going out of business (which the church later claimed), the original store had been established for many years and had a large, steady clientele and was very popular among the local University students.
scotgirl: in a city of 150,000 people, there were never more than about 20 people picketing. Doesn’t sound like a majority to me.
Let me stress again that this was NOT a “sex store”. It was an extension of the established clothing business, but sold leather and latex clothing, along with restraints, blindfords, whips etc. It was completely legal and the owner had all the necessary permits.