i would really love to get into modelling and acting and singing but mostly singing and acting modelling will do though. i am 12 years old i have dark blonde hair i am tall i have nice legs i wear glasses but can wear contacts i weigh 50-55 kg. i have a very long, thick hair and green eyes. i have been told by many people that i am attractive (not bragging,swear!!) i have a very good singing voice…. and i have been an extra in a movie coming out in march. all of this info is absoloutely true no lies!! do you think i could get into it? if so any reqests? or if any of u knows any people in the buisness?
thanks heaps
blonde **** xx

I posted this yesterday, but i’ve changed it a little bit and added on.
I’m not so sure about the last couple of sentances. still deciding weather to keep them or not.
1=omfg burn this NAO 10=ZOMG love love LOVE give me MOAR!
I would love constructive criticism! as much as you can dish out! =]
and vanna is NOT a vampire! you find out what she really is later on in the story.
this is not a twilight rip off, so i don’t want to hear any of that crap.
*little gruesome in the beginning. sorry. =] *

Vanna sunk her long, sharp, ivory white teeth into the dense shoulder of her latest catch. Warm, gurgling blood filling her mouth. She chuckled as the creature let out a screech, it was still alive. The chewy flesh was already beginning to satisfy her craving. She ripped at its chest with long, clawlike fingernails, and dug her way down to the bone. It was barely making a sound now, just whimpers escaping its dull pink lips, color slowly fading from its disgusting face. But Vanna was too engulfed in her delicious meal to notice, it had been a while since she had eaten. The farther down she dug into the creature’s thick body, the better it got. Skin turned to muscles, muscles to bone, and bone to a still beating heart. Her eyes grew wide as she tore open a brittle rib cage, and reached in. She held the thing like a trophy. Licked it with a long, black tongue, and a smile curled upon her lips. Within seconds, it was gone. Making its way through her esophagus by now. She licked her bone white fingers, tasting every last drop of blood. Suddenly, a piercing cry erupted, and she was yanked back to reality. The miniature creature howled. Vanna cringed, how she hated the things. Should she just eat this one too? She decided against it. She detested humans, but the thing that sat on the ground wailing was just a baby. She had to admit, she felt the slightest bit of remorse at killing its mother, but she had to eat. She picked up the wretched thing, holding it as if it was infected with a disease. A sudden, unexpected maternal instinct kicked in, and she cooed at it, rocking from side to side, still disgusted by the fact that she was actually touching it. Eventually, the screams died down, and its tiny blue eyes drifted shut. A tiny smile replaced Vanna’s frown, but there was no way she was going to admit to actually liking the thing. She looked around; at least it hadn’t attracted any attention, but what now? If she brought it back home, it would surely be eaten. And there was no way she could pass it off as her own. Or could she? She pondered the thought for a moment. Raise a human? Was it even possible? Would anyone believe her? She doubted it.
Vanna stopped cold as she saw two glowing, yellow eyes peering at her from the dark depths of the snowy forest around her. “Who’s there?” She growled ferociously, her emotions crashing and swirling inside of her, she was not one to mess with today. The eyes blinked, but no voice responded. Vanna breathed heavily as her rage swelled. “Show yourself you coward!” she demanded, taking a brave step forward. The eyes merely blinked at her once more. She tore through the dense leaves of a berry bush, sending tiny, poisonous fruits flying in every direction. The eyes were still out of her reach. She stomped forward, her anger fueling her. They continued to stare, mocking her as she moved ever closer. Vanna smiled evilly as she detected the dim outline of a tall figure. Human or not, she was out to kill. She halted as the figure disappeared into thin air. Spinning around in hot fury, she cried out. “what the h*ll…” she mumbled, searching ferociously for whatever, whoever had been watching her. She then remembered the tiny creature resting in the crook of her left arm. It was surprisingly warm, much warmer than Vanna’s own body. She looked around once more, and being positive that the eyes were in fact, gone, she trudged off into the woods, still unsure of what to do with the baby. She suddenly recalled a lesson, long ago, taught to her by her grandfather. It was about the humans, their habits, their taste, their smell. He had also mentioned something about their naming traditions, their names being chosen at seemingly random at the time of birth. It was so very different from their own traditions. The first letter of Vanna’s name came from her mother. Violet. And the last letter was inherited from the first initial of her father. Aristole. She shuddered at the memories of him, and forced her mind back to the baby. Surely it had a name, but how would she ever come to know it. Kacia. The name popped into her head like it had been there all along. “Kacia” She whispered to no one in particular, and the little babe’s eyes popped open. She laughed. “Kacia, that’s what we shall call you” She said, wondering if its miniscule mind could even comprehend her words. It gurgled and Vanna’s face snapped back to a frown, she would have to work to get over the vile fact that it was still a human

Hello, I am 19 years old, a white guy. Tall (around 5″10/5″11 , handsome, blue eyed, short haircut, pierced ears (almost never tho wear earings – i think they out of style now), build up (work out in the gym – nice muscles), always look good. I happen to be very attracted to black females, and mostly went out with them. I beilive that African-American ladies are the most beatuful out of all races, hair, eyes, lips, and other body parts can find no substitute in any other races. I tried different approaches to meet new “chocolate” babes, some worked, some didn’t, but i never took it personally if she rejected me. My question is, how do you black ladies like to be approached? In school, street, store. Would like to hear from each one that sees this post=). Also, what are some signs that you throw if you are attracted to a “lighter-skinned” guy.
By the way, all black ladies ive been close with, smelled like chocolate to me, hehe dont know, maybe they all used same type of lotion, dont know, maybe you could answer this too,

I need someone who is experienced. But I will accept anyone who are willing to help me. I haven’t finished the story, but I’m going to edit chapter through chapter so i can show my teacher. I will give credit of course to whom may edit it. If you shall. This is the story so far. Please do not steal my work, it’s already copyrighted because I already have a publisher who is working with me.

Chapter 1 Ash

I tied my dark hair into a pony-tail and opened my spell book. I pulled on my charm necklace as I read through the difficult readings. The charm was made by my mother. The complicated patterns were carved from Gems of Savage Crystals.
I looked up to see Ash standing over me.
Ash was your typical popular school boy. He had round brown eyes and his silky, straight, chestnut hair hung down his shoulders. He stood tall and had a graceful build. His skin was pallid and his wardrobe was classy and odd.
We’ve been together for about 3 years.
“ What spell are you gonna cast on me next?” He asked mockingly as he kissed me on the cheek. I laughed and said, “ I’m thinking about making you turn into a werewolf. I would love to see how your family would react.” He shook his head at the word wolf. “ Why are you so disgusted by wolves?” I asked suddenly.
“ Because like all myths, us vamps are their rivals and they are ours.”
His voice had acid in it. I turned to stare at him then. His eyes turned lighter into a hazel color.
“ **** I didn’t mean it I know you have wolf cousins. It was a joke.” I smiled an uneven smile and closed the spell book.
“ Come on my little witch. We’re going to be late for class.” He picked me up and turned me toward him. I grabbed my book and threw it into my duffel bag. He grabbed my hand and we walked swiftly to class.
“ Hey I’ll meet you in there in one minute okay.” Ash kissed my cheek and darted away before I could say okay. I walked into class and ran into my sister Isis. She reminded me of a cheetah. Her eyes were the color of burning flames and her hair was shoulder length and luxuriously ivory colored. She had a curvy build. “ Hi Lil,” She said and darted out the classroom. That was all she ever said. I took my usual seat at the back of the room and sat down. I turned to stare out the window.
“ Told you it would take a minute.” I recognized that voice.

Chapter 2 Spellbound

“ Mix a cup of Sage and freesia into the potion.” Isis said. I nodded and followed directions. She went to the next page of the spell and pressed her palm against her cheek. “ Stir until you smell the the scent of the freesia and the lavender mixed. “ Isis said. I stirred the potion carefully until I smelt the aroma of the freesia.
The sweet smell burned my nostrils.
“ Repeat the spell after me.” She cleared her throat and chanted, “ All hell rises, make me thy path where all thy love can be reached. Clear the fires of hell and bring me back the charms of bloodlines that belonged to thy mother of hope, courage, and beauty.” I repeated after her carefully making sure I said each word correctly. Nothing happened. I said it again, but nothing happened. I looked at Isis confused and she flipped back through the pages and read through them again. “ Oh,” she gasped. I leaned across the table and read the words up side down. “ We were suppose to add a drop of type a blood.” I shook my head exhausted and walked across the room. I looked out the window and sighned. “ Maybe next time sis.” I half-smiled and walked back to the table to help her clean up the mess. “ I’m not a pro at this, but I’ll help you learn this certain spell. Grandma Bartholomew taught me and I can teach you.” I smiled and touched her on the shoulder. She smiled too and pulled her long ivory hair into a bun. “ So you and Vamp are together still? How long has it been?” I felt my heart move to the edge of my throat and swallowed hard. How did she know we were together. “ It’s obvious yall are together. I mean he stares at you in a way that makes me jealous.” I swallowed. Jealous. I bit my nail and opened my mouth to speak. “ Please don’t tell anyone, especially grand. We can’t let her know that I’m dating a vampire!” I swallowed again and stood. I felt my heart racing two. “ I’m going to bed. Goodnight.” I turned to face her. Her skin was paler in the light. She nodded and put the spell book on the shelf. I walked back over to her and hugged her sideways. “ Isis, please.” I did my special puppy dog look and stared her down. She chuckled and said, “ Secrets are safe with me.” I smiled and walked gracefully out the room.

Chapter 3 Flesh and Blood

“ Want a bite?” I handed Isis my apple. She took the apple and bit into it making a sour face. “ Green apples…eww!” I laughed and kneeled down beside her. “ Did you hear?” she said as she took a sip of her Diet Coke. I took the apple and took two bites. “ Hear what?” I said in between chews. “ Gram invited some of our cousins over.!” I took anothe

Seriously this guy gets girls like its nothing but i struggle to even start a conversation with them.. He isn’t even good looking but for some odd reason girls still like him.. What can i do to show this nerd that or how can i get good looking ***** also? Doesn’t matter if its at school, the mall, we have neutral friends and we all hang out at clubs, bars etc and girls just seem to like this *******? He would just walk over to a group of girls (6 sitting at at table) and just start talking to them and making them all laugh and sit with them for like 30 minutes and stuff its pissing me off!!!!!! And the girls in the picture ASKED HIM TO THE PARTY AS YOU SEE! Before they met a group of us at a Bar the tall one in the picture said quote (OMG he is soo sexxxxy like that) Give me a break!!! =/

Him.. Booooooo LMAO!!!

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MEEEEE!!!

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I wrote these two poems. Are they good? Be honest, please.

Someday this will all be okay, everything will go away. One day. I don’t know how long, please babe, stay strong. Everything will be just fine, just give it some time. Be strong, be patient, all of this won’t happen in an instant. Life’s a wild ride, no matter what, I’ll always be by your side.

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And for tonight, we choose to fight or flight. Fight away the problem, or just go ahead and run. So if I can help you, let me know. I’ll help you make-do, or I’ll be below. But as long as I live, I’ll always give and give. Helping you along the way, or catching you when you fall. Seeing if you’re okay, just making sure this problem isn’t too tall.

Thanks to Neon, I feel it is quite improved, and now says what I wanted it to say.

My Father Danced

In nineteen and thirteen
my Father met my Mother
at a dance hall called
“Happy Jack’s”
My Father danced me
in his arms when I was a babe,
I learned to walk
he danced me on top his feet,
just as he did my sisters,three
before he danced with me,
When I grew tall he danced me ’round
many ball room floors,
Once I over heard a woman say,
“look at that short sugar daddy,
with that tall young pretty girl!”
we laughed and spun around.
My Father danced me as a bride
to “I’ll See You In My Dreams”
My Father danced my daughter
in his arms and on top his feet.
And then at eighty two,
his head upon death’s pillow,
I whispered, “Do you know that I love you”
he answered, “Yes I know,
you told me on the dance floor
a long, long time ago”

So I like these 3 guys. They have all 3 asked me out, but I didn’t want to start dating becuase of personal things (dont ask) But now I’m ready to start dating, but I dont know which one to like… (p.s. they all 3 still like me)

Boy 1: Really cute, tall, hot in a dorky kind of way, way respectful, treats me wonderfully.

Boy 2: Hillarious, sweet, nice, cute, treats me well

Boy 3: Total Babe, (ex boyfriend) I use to love him, not sure I still do, but did. Complaments me, sweet, very attractive…

Okay, So I’m stuck on who I should pick? It’s nothing official, but I’m not one to date 3 guys at once…
if you were me, who would you choose?

Ok, so I am 283 lbs, am 2 feet tall, and have a mullet and big horn-rimmed glasses, not to mention I’m flat chested and everything I eat goes to my calves. I’m 98 years old. All the teenage guys whistle at me tell me I’m a babe, are they lying or am I really just drop dead gorgeous? Please answer.

Colors are like people
There’s more than meets the eye
No two are quite the same
It’s own rhythm each lives by

Red a blazing fire
Or Juicy apples in July
Mobs on overcast days
A newborn babe’s first cry

Orange a spark of hope
A simple act of gratitude
The fresh scent of peeled fruit
Fish with a gleeful attitude

Yellow is the sun’s energy
The happiness of two friend
Warmth a smile always brings
Daffodils in summer winds

Green is life born anew
A tree so proud and tall
A young deer grazing peacefully
Soft rain finishing it’s fall

Blue is a gurgling stream
Birds soaring in a cloudless sky
The peace endless oceans bring
A tear that will not dry

Purple an ultraviolet light
Twinkling stars where bats fly
A bruise from a clumsy stumble
Violets swaying under a gorgeous sky

Our differences may seem grand
Yet we’re all important in life’s game
For what would a rainbow be
If each color were the same?
I wrote this poem last week, sitting bored in the breakroom at work. I had an hour, and this is what i came up with