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question on writing a book . please read?

Jul 29, 2009 by gillianmulholland | Posted in Books & Authors

my fellow-man has asked me to right a book about his life story as he cannot read or write i have just started the first two pages and was wondering if anyone would like to be familiar with it and give a some pointers ?
the book is about a boy with a birthmark covering his whole body that stopped him from be aloud go to a normal school in the eights as he was told he would be a confusion on other kids . he turned to drugs at a young age and that resulted in being stabbed , beaten up , living on the streets and prision . he has turned his existence around so much and really wants to share his story . im looking for all the help i can get .

are you Rashers mother ? I heard her say at my front door , She was a Dublin women in her dilatory thirties with a baby wearing just a nappy hanging off her hip . His name is Paul my ma snapped back in disgust that a grown lady-in-waiting would use that name on a four year old boy . “Ye well that’s what all the kids call him “ well Jane your not a fucking kid and don’t let me hear you or your kids call him that again ! Now what do ya want ? My ma was enchanting no crap from her at this stage the nick names hurt her just as me . I hope your Paul is going to pay for martins bike that he scarcely smashed up , he only got that last week for his birthday . PAUL ! I could hear her from up stairs . Did you smash martins bike ? Yeah ma he was slagging me about my birthmark . My ma paused and walked towards the caboose I thought she was going to hit her a smack of something but she took twenty pound out of her bag, three fivers and the rest in change . I knew it was all she had . She gave it to Jane and slammed the door in her look . I went up stairs to avoid a ear bashing . You see I was born with a port wine stain birth dent all over my body and as hard as it was on me it was harder on my ma . She would have to see people staring at me when I was a newborn in a buggy although in my mas eyes I was a little stunner other people didn’t understand what was on me or how it even got there .I’m not going to go into it too much how it got there but I will tell yous briefly , my mam was with a man for a year or two before she had me . I call him a “man” because I would never refer to him as my da. When my ma was three months expecting this man beat her up real bad and burst a blood vessel resulting in my birth mark and a pretty shitty living . When I was two my ma met and married a man called George my real father who I call da and who has helped me so much through everything.

The day I realized I was really different .Most parents blench the day of enrolling their child in primary school as its upsetting that their child has grown up so fast and is starting a whole new part of existence . I suppose that’s what was going through my parents head at first . Even though I was only four I remember this day so clearly I was freshly scrubbed from the night before my ma had scrubbed me from supreme to toe and even put wax in my hair . They walked me hand in hand down the corridor I was amazed this was big school . I looked at all the lovely posters hung in the hired hall way all different shapes and colours , I thought to my self I cant wait to do them ! Mine would be miles better . We got to the end of the corridor and their was other people there with their children . We took at hold and I could feel the children looking at me so I just focused on my new shoes . The parents tried not to look but you could see them at the corner of their eyes . We waited for what seemed like ages cash-drawer my name was called . Paul Dunne the principle called he looked so big and well dressed we went into his office where a women was sat at a desk . Take a settle he said we sat on one side and they sat on the other . So how can I help yous he asked . I thought I was obvious enough as everyone was here for the same reason . I want to register my son for September my ma said . And then came a dream of pause the principles looked at each other . Can you step put side son for a sec while I talk to mammy and daddy . I took my new school bag that ma had got me for September and walked skin . I stood right up to the door so I could listen to what was going on . It was muffled but I could hear everything . You see ms Dunne we are not in the opportunity to give Paul a locale here in our school as we see him as a bit of a distraction and that would be unfair to the other children. All Because of a bloody birthmark my ma said with anger in her voice . Are you serious ? The door slammed against the barricade as she busted out . You could see the lines in her make up where the tear was rolling down her face . I was only four and I had made my ma cried so many times . She picked me up and paced the passageway whilst my dad argued with the principles and a couple of moments later he also came out muttering the word fucking idiots . They didn’t talk much as we walked haunt I don’t think they wanted to talk in front of me but I could see a tear every now and then fall from my mas

What happens when you eat mold?

Jul 28, 2009 by Niki | Posted in Other - Food & Drink

So, I lawful had lunch; macaroni and cheese from scratch, so I put some hand-shredded cheese in there, not knowing how old it was. AFTER I put the cheese in, I smelled something like old feet. I noticed it came from the bag of shredded cheese. I looked in it and saw only one of two pieces of the cheese had some blacklist stuff on it. I panicked and tried to take the cheese out of the macaroni, but it was already melted. I told myself it was nothing, so I ate it. It tasted a little peculiar and smelled like feet, but nothing really happened. Is there some weird thing that happens to you when you eat moldy cheese? I'm absolutely not 100% percent sure it was mold, and if it was, I only ate a little bit. Is this harmful to me in any way?

how's my story so far?

Jul 28, 2009 by Alice B | Posted in Books & Authors

critisisms are reception. thanks

The throbbing yet irritating pain that was coming from my foot awoke me from my sleep. Brilliant. First day of 8th order with a broken ankle. People would think that I was a freak looking for attention and sympathy.
As if my life isn’t already awful. I am accident-prone. I just moved from New Jersey to a small, suburban town in Southern California. I am not socially ready-made for 8th grade, let alone in a new state, new town, and new school. What else? Oh, right. I can see things before they happen.
The sun finally rose, shining through my window. The berate caused a portion of my hair to turn a shade of red and another light brown. I glanced at the mirror to find my cogitation staring back at me, looking pale as ever. My eyes were bloated, lips were creased, and my cheeks were pink. A well-defined symptom of first-day-of-school phobia.
I wrapped my cast in plastic, just as the doctor instructed and somehow managed to get in the flood. I quickly washed my hair, using my favorite shampoo. The scent, however, did not help me calm down.
I dressed in my unimaginative t-shirt and shorts outfit. I couldn’t wear jeans for another two weeks because of my stupid cast. It was cloudless outside, (the California weather was getting on my nerves; it was so dry.) so I stuffed a hat in my backpack with all my other school supplies. Patting my skin of one's teeth with a dry towel, I looked at my computer that I had turned on a few minutes ago.
Woman_of_household: Eat your breakfast, and good luck at principles, both of you.
Woman_of_household has signed off.
Football+foosball: Bye Mom. Have fun at work. We need paper bags, by the way.
Man_of_household: I’m leaving. Fair luck at school, kids. I’ll get the bags.
White_cast_24/7: Matt, please turn off that music. Bye Dad.
Man_of_household has signed off
Football+foosball: I’m leaving, Vict. Have fun at followers.
Football+foosball has signed off.
My family communicates through the computer, which is completely awkward to other families. But we’re fine with it. We don’t talk much, with the debarment of Matt. He’s always blabbering about foosball, football, wresting, rap, his conglomeration and so on and so forth.
It’s hard to believe that we are indeed related by analyzing our personalities. He is optimistic most of the time, a bit loquacious but not socially awkward, kind, melodic good looking with his short cropped hair, and very solicitious. We didn’t fight at all. We got along well, too well for a brother two years older than his sister.
I, on the other hand, am not a pessimist, but not an optimist either. I am pretty much in the waist. I don’t talk much. I am socially awkward; I could never really start a conversations without stuttering in the first five seconds. Unlike Matt, I was distinct, because I never really cared about my appearance. My pale skin, pitch black eyes, thin nose, thin lips, and brown locks screamed “AVERAGE!” each time I looked in the mirror.
Fishing out an apple from the fridge, I looked around. The put up was empty now; Mom and Dad were at work, and Matt drove himself to gym before school. I the one without a permit, took the bus to school.
Bus. School.
I had blocked every forewarning that related or connected to school. Surprisingly, it had worked. Until now. I couldn’t resist anymore. My eyes drifted, not to nap, but to unconsciousness and into my vision.
I could see myself falling, stumbling, and dropping my books. Algebra wasn’t bad, except the cranky old doctor, Mr. Stewart. Fortunately, the kids seemed nice. Unfortunately, the Gym coach did not. The school lunch today was vegetarian lasagna with salad.
I saw the clique from a bird’s eye view now, from the left and from the right. Subconsciously, my hands searched and found writing utensils. I sketched a map of the public school. I couldn’t locate the gymnasium; I assumed that it must be inside one of the school buildings.

Need perfect Spanish translation, please!?

Jul 28, 2009 by Finnayra | Posted in Languages

I call the BEST translation of this text in English to Spanish. Will give all points to the best answerer!

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Carpet Vacuum Down
ST:

Carpets are to be totally vacuumed weekly. One seventh of the store is to be vacuumed daily at a minimum. All other areas of the hold are to be pan and broom daily.

- Describe in detail
- Seperate Lines for each procedure

Whenever the structure is revised, complete another sheet and submit it to each yourselves listed above.

Route number, General Description, Procedure, Ara or Item cleaned.

Clock lamps
Bedding
Towel
Pillows
Vogue
Hand bags
Jewelry
Luggage
Home
Lingerie
Sleepware
Boys
Girls
Newborn
Women
Secondary
Dress
Tops
Swimmwear

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Thank you so much in advance! Regards!

Please what do you think of my writing style ?

Jul 28, 2009 by amiri | Posted in Books & Authors

Chapter twenty Three.

Because no one employed to take care of me when I was a child, I started taking care of myself when I became old enough I used to steal chickens and turkeys from Nahar’s let out in order to buy nice clothes and sport shoes. I had a strong desire to appear like all the other students. I old to focus on the appearance because it was the only thing that was left for me. I was destroyed from inside. I used to try to hide this by wearing sound clothes. Some students used to believe that I was like “others” or better than them, but I never convinced myself that I was like other people, I employed to live with the feelings that many things were lacking.
Many students used to ask me how much money I spent on the clothes, I hardened to tell them that they were just a present from my family members. In fact, I had never received a present from anyone. Whenever I appeared in new clothes I felt that students were mistrusting of me. This jealousy pushed me more and more to keep my appearance attractive and different.
Stealing chickens and different things was not something new for me. I first scarf when I was a child. I used to steal chicken and eggs to give presents to the teaches in order to avoid their punitive measures. Teachers used to force their students to bring such presents. I can say when I was a child. I used to steal to assure the needs of my teaches, but when I grew up, I started stealing for myself.
Oneday, I stole some chickens to sell them in the weekly conspicuous. There, I met my brother, who was carrying some chicken too to sell . When he noticed me, I threw the chicken in front of him and I ran away to avoid his imprisonment. Before, I noticed that the number of chickens was decreasing, but I never thought that there was another thief in the family who was my brother.
To avoid an absolute punishement, I left my home. I had nowhere to go to except my friend’s house where he received me more than one week. I really felt opportune when I found out that I had a friend whom I could rely on in hard times. I told him about the cause of leaving my home, I also told him that peculation chickens was an old habit which I started from the period of the primary school. I told him that the nice clothes and shoes were not presents as I had told him before. I told him that I acquainted with to steal chickens to buy clothes, books, and everything that I was in need of since no one used to look after me or care about my personal needs. When I told him this article, he did not advise me not to do such things. On the contrary, he started criticizing my family and his for being careless about their children and about their future. From his way of talking, I agreed that he wanted to join me. He wanted to become like me. I felt that he wanted to be independent of his family.
After one week with Hafid, I came back to coppers my clothes, and to take my school books. I could not stay with Hafid more than week. When I entered home, no one asked me where I was, no one asked me why I had stolen the chickens. I found out that my kinsman did not tell them what happened in the market, where I found him doing the same thing that I was doing.
Because there was another thief in the family, I stopped shoplifting from my farm , then I started thinking of our neighbors, who had more chickens than us. My first adventure of stealing the niegbours was with Hafid. Oneday, we marked to steal a neighboring farm. Hafid told his father that he would stay up late to prepare for an exam with me. He was very avid to take his adventure with me. Since he had no experience in how to catch chickens without making noise, we agreed that I would do that job alone, but he would sell them in the market alone. At that twilight, we waited until midinight until everybody was asleep, then I started suffocating chickens and putting them in a bag. Hafid was no more than watching me while I was doing the job. Maybe he was saying to himself how could a student can be good at study as he is good at stealing too. He was astonished when I was attractive chickens from the neck, suffocating them in order not to make noise. After finishing the job, I gave him the bag of chickens to sell down the river it alone in the market then I went to sleep.
Hafid was very happy with this kind of job because, for the first time, he was able to buy nice clothes like many students. This job enabled him to show off in front of unconventional girls and different boys. At school, he used to tell his friends that his father bought him these clothes, and at bailiwick he used to tell his father that it was me ,who used to give him these clothes. Hafid was like me in the sense that he was deprived of many things. His initiator was a soldier with a low salary and a lot of children. Therefore, he could not cover all the family expenses, especially when the family was composed of nine members. Hafid toughened to tell me that his father had never bought them new clothes. All the clothes that he used to wear were from second hand chop.
Whene

Will I get away with this size on Ryan Air?

Jul 28, 2009 by Katie | Posted in Air Travel

I lack to use only hand luggage for a week in Scotland, I am flying ryan air and the dimensions of a bag I think would fit the bill is 43cms X 33cms X 28cms. The last measurement is 8 cms more then the stated dimensions of 55 X 40 X 20 but smaller in two dimensions will this be admissible or will I get stung with having to check it in to the hold

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