The Cross Roads is a tiny community of about 55 homes in Rowlett. This Community is not a wealthy community but a well kept one. In my community we have a people that keep themselves in the know of what’s going on. One of those members would be Keith, he is curious member. If you were to see him you wouldn’t think anything of him. He’s simple tall grey headed elderly man that wears the same thing every everyday. It’s always a T-shirt with blue jeans and white tennis shoes. But looks are very deceiving. He’s the eyes and ears of this community. Their isn’t anything that goes on without his knowledge. He could kept you more current about the Cross Roads News than the New York Times. Another member of our beautiful community would be our mid 30-something’s couple. Heidi, is a very quite and reserved wife of David’s, but David her husband he thinks he’s a tiger. I believe he was given the wrong brochure when he was deciding on purchasing a home. Because he’s thinks we live in a nudist colony. This man never has a shirt on. When he mows his lawn, I believe in his mind he looks like a Bay Watch **** running down the beach. But with those red little swimming it’s not a beautiful sight. I feel like I’m watching a horror film in my front yard. Despite all the faults of our community I can say that it’s a great place to live and raise children. I love my community even though it isn’t normal but whose is?

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
Oh my gosh people i **** twilight and harry potter!

My girlfriend just sent me this via e-mail. A life lived well?

U. Utah Phillips, a Grammy-nominated folksinger, rabble-rouser and
anarchist whose wild white beard re-called his years as a tramp, died
of heart disease May 23 at his home in Nevada City, Calif. He was 73.
Phillips, who over four decades on the road combined storytelling with
song, described the plight of the work-ing class, the power of labor
unions and the necessity of direct action. He dubbed himself the
“Golden Voice of the Great Southwest,” but his words, more than his
baritone voice, carried authority; he had been a soldier, railroader,
state archivist, union organizer, founder of a homeless shelter and
homeless himself.
He recorded the oft-overlooked value of rubber pockets, a necessity
when stealing soup. His tall tale “Gaffing” was a rich illustration of
populist scams. He honored the likes of Hood River Blackie and Fry Pan
Jack, and never hesitated to leaven his history lessons about the Ford
Strike of 1932, the Spokane Free Speech Fight of 1910 and the Canine
Corps of World War II with such hysterical stories as “Suspender” and
“Blackie & the Duck.”
His fans have posted dozens of videos of him or his songs on YouTube;
in the mid-1990s, a new generation discovered him when folk musician
and entrepreneur Ani DiFranco edited about 100 hours of homemade tapes
of his performances and combined them with electronic hip-hop,
creating an album called “The Past Didn’t Go Anywhere” (1996) and
releasing it on her Righteous **** label.
In 1999, he collaborated with DiFranco on the live album “Fellow
Workers,” which was nominated for a 2000 Grammy in the contemporary
folk album category.
“He was a real storyteller in his performances. He was just a
catalogue of people’s history in United States,” DiFranco said in an
interview this week. “He was so engaging on many, many levels.”
Phillips was a card-carrying member of the Industrial Workers of the
World (Wobblies), a radical union that called for all working people
to unite. He ran, unsuccessfully, for president in 1976 as an
anarchist, but he never voted — except in 2004 when President Bush’s
policies so enraged him, DiFranco said.
“He voted for ‘Not That Guy,’ ” she said.
Emmylou Harris, Waylon Jennings, Joan Baez, Tom Waits and Arlo Guthrie
have all sung Utah Phillips songs, but he refused to let Johnny Cash
record his standards, his eldest son told the Sacramento Bee
newspaper, because he didn’t trust the music industry.
The Boston Globe called him “the kind of guy you’d want to sit next to
on a long plane ride. Here’s a rascal with a clutch of good songs
that’ll entertain you, educate you, and probably even get you fired up
over the cur-rent state of politics.”
He was born as Bruce Phillips on May 15, 1935, in Cleveland to two
labor organizers. His family moved to Utah in 1947, where Phillips
learned to play the ukulele from an instruction manual, then took to
the roads and rails of the West as a teenager. He adopted the name U.
Utah Phillips in emulation of country vocalist T. Texas Tyler.
“I worked with lots of old drunks only fit to shovel gravel, but they
all knew songs, and they showed me how to play them,” he said.
Broke and out of work, he joined the Army in 1956 and was sent to
Korea for three years. “I wanted to learn a trade, but all they taught
me was how to shoot,” he said in a Sing Out magazine interview. “What
I really learned in the army was how to be a pacifist.”
After his discharge, he began to drink heavily and ride the rails. He
drew a distinction between what he did and those of hobos and bums,
quoting the 19th-century physician to the poor, Ben Reitman.
“A hobo works and wanders, a tramp dreams and wanders, and a bum
drinks and wanders,” Phillips told the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel in
2006. “That’s about right. I tramped. When I was on the freight
trains, I wasn’t looking for work. I was looking to go from place to
place without paying any money.”
He took a job with the Utah state archives, and he volunteered at Salt
Lake City’s Joe Hill House, a shelter for tramps and itinerant
workers. His 1968 race for a U.S. Senate seat as the nominee of the
Peace & Freedom Party cost him his state job. He believed he was
blacklisted.
“All I had was an old VW bus, my guitar, $75, and a head full of
songs, old- and new-made,” he wrote two weeks ago in a message to his
local radio station, KVMR-FM. “Fortunately … I landed at Caffe Lena
in Saratoga Springs, New York. That seemed to be ground zero for folk
music at the time. … It took me a solid two years to realize I was
no longer an unemployed organizer, but a traveling folk singer and
storyteller.”
In 1973, folk fans discovered his song, “Moose Turd Pie,” about the
food served to laborers on a railroad gang. The bluegrass duo Flatt &
Scruggs recorded his train song “Starlight on the Rails,” and Joan
Baez became the first of many to record the dark romantic ballad “Rock
Salt and Nails,” a song that became something of a folk and country
standard.
He settled in Nevada City, where he helped start the Peace and Justice
Center and the Hospitality House, a homeless shelter. He launched a
100-episode syndicated radio show, “Loafer’s Glory,” and made
occasional personal appearances, where he urged audience members to
sing along on such tunes as “Dump the Bosses.”
Survivors include his wife, Joanna Robinson of Nevada City; three
children, Duncan Phillips of Salt Lake City, Brendan Phillips of
Olympia, Wash., and Morrigan Belle of Washington; two stepsons,
Nicholas Tomb of Monterey, Calif., and Ian Durfee of Davis, Calif.;
three brothers; a sister; and a grandchild.

ok so my bf who lives with me and who pretty much has it made. he lost his job so im working paying the bills and so on. yes he is good to me but here is my issue. he does have 5 kids not a problem. so yesterday he tells me “im going to be gone for about a week, i get to see the kids.” well 3 of them fine but for some reason i got a weird feeling like is was lying to me. next he still hasn’t called me and he left yesterday around this time. being as though he is expecting to come home and the fact i am taking care of him wouldn’t u think that he should call and say hey **** i made it here show me the respect. im not asking for much just a phone call tall me goodnight ya know. i just know what to do. we get along great too… help me please

I am a huge dog, not tallest but heaviest, on average. Most people think I am mean, but that is usually untrue with proper training!

I am a champion herder. A common colour for me is blue merle, but I can be many, many other colours. Despite my name I come from the US.

I am an intelligent, medium-sized dog of strong herding and guardian instincts. He is also a delightful and loyal companion and a great family dog. He loves to be part of the daily hustle and bustle, and enjoys riding in the vehicle just to be with his beloved master. As a farm dog, he diligently carries out his responsibilities, be they bringing in the stock or finding that stray one that got tangled in the brush. He is easy to train, easy to housebreak, and eager to please.

I am a teeny itty bitty poochy. Very fluffy! I am sometimes called butterfly dog bcause of my huge ears!

I am a heeler, and come in two types. I am short, but very smart! I love to be out herding cattle and nipping their heels!

Luv,
Aussie Babe

Hello all. My boyfriend and I are in the unusual case of me being taller than he is. I am 6 ft. tall and he is 5’9″. For this reason I call him “Little Man” a lot, which is the nickname I gave him when we first met. At first he didn’t care but I been calling it to him in arguments and it really gets his goat. To the point where he’ll go “QUIT CALLING ME THAT.”

Can someone explain this mentality to me? I see guys calling their sweeties things like “babe” and “hun.” So whats the deal if we nickname THEM? lol!

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!!!

http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h271/kev2128/Beautifulwomen-1.jpg

MEEEEE!!!

http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h271/kev2128/c21df442.jpg

CHAPTER 1

“Stephen Luke Hudinburg” the loud speaker blasted “They always get that wrong it is Hugh-duh-burgh is that so hard to say Hugh-duh-burgh gah” I thought as I went to go get my diploma. The whole class of ‘10 watched me, waiting for me to trip, fall or something. But I didn’t. I just walked across the stage of the auditorium got my diploma shook Mr. White’s old wrinkly hand as the memories of the last four years came rushing back to me. From the day I first asked out my girlfriend of 3.5 years. To all of our memories together, like spring break of our senior year and how I had planned on asking her to marry me but couldn’t get it out. The long late night talks on the phone solving problems. Remembering how just her touch or the gaze from her beautiful blue eyes could heal the deepest wounds. Next come all of the drama memories, family memories like how for my 17th birthday everyone pitched in and got me a 2007 Black Ford F150 duel cab truck that I always wanted. As I sat in my seat listing to all of my other classmates get called and then I heard my loves name through the loud speaker “Savannah Grace Scott” and I saw her get up and walk to the stage, take her diploma from Mr. White’s hand and simultaneously wink me. I knew long before this day that I would marry the girl that just got her diploma and that we would live happy lives together. “And that concludes our graduation ceremony. Drinks and refreshments are in the cafeteria and once again, CONGRATULATIONS TO THE CLASS OF 2010!” Mr. White said into the microphone. As if it had been pre-rehearsed we all removed our red caps, threw them in the air and watched them flutter down to the ground. “Congrats ya’ll” my mom said as Savannah and I walked to the back of the auditorium “Thanks mom” “Thanks Charesma” “Well babydoll we are officially out of high school and still in love” I told Savannah. “Yeah, yeah, yeah get a room” my step dad Rocky said. “You’re just mad because we proved you wrong” I said. “What are you talking about” he asked. “You said when we were freshmen that you didn’t think that a high school relationship could work out and look here” I said as I kissed my babydoll. “What time is it” I asked as we were walking down to the cafeteria. “2:30” came the answer from my sister Aubrie. “Thanks sis,” “You know I’m two years younger, you have been working for An med for three years, one more year then I have worked at Jacks auto shop and still I have got to be four, five. Maybe even six inches taller then you dang you short sis ha-ha” I joked “Boy shut up I’m still your elder” she shot back “Yeah your right, mom always says to respect your elders. I just can’t get over the fact that the only person taller than me is a 37 year old cop” I said, referring to Rocky. “Hey, where is Justin?” I asked “He had to work he says congrats b-t-w” Aubrie answered. As we walked into the cafeteria the memory came flooding back of when Savannah and I were just freshmen, we sat at the very back table and shared our first kiss. “You ok babe” Savannah asked “Ye-… yeah” I replied. “Ok baby” she said. “Follow me” I said to her. “We will be back, save us a seat” I told them. We walked over to that very back table and I sat where in the same spot as when we were freshman, looked at her huge smile and said “I love you baby.” “I love you too.” She replied. “Look at the LCD projector babydoll.” As she turned Rocky switched on the over head to reveal in big red letters:
♥SAVANNAH GRACE SCOTT
WILL YOU MARRY ME? ♥
I got down on one knee and pulled out an engagement ring and she turned around and said…

CHAPTER 2

“YES BABY YES!” Savannah replied. I let out a sigh of relief as I slid the ring onto her hand and got up and kissed those very same lips that I had kissed four years ago. ”Alright love birds time to eat” Aubrie said from across the room. So we walked over and I told Rocky thank you and I couldn’t have done that without him. “What time did you say it was” Mom asked. “Now it is 3:03” Aubrie replied “What time is our chiropractor appointment?” “3:30 we got to go” “You mean to tell me that you scheduled a chiropractor appointment on our graduation day babe” I asked “He said I had to come every other day this week and everyday next week” Savannah replied. “Ok I guess I will run while you three girls are at the chiropractor” I said. “Yeah and I’ll go home and play on the computer” Rocky added “Yeah Rock, say it like you don’t want to, he he” I joked. “Alright why don’t you three go in Aubrie’s Celica and then I’ll drive my truck back to our house then Rocky can drive the ranger to our house ok?” I asked “Alright” “Alright” “Alright” “Okie dokie” they all said. As I got into my F-150 my cell phone rang. “Hello.” Justin said “Hey man congrats” “Thanks man, sorry you had to work. What time you get off tonight” “11” “Ouch that sucks” “Yep. Well I’ll holla at cha later” “’iight man later”. Now for the joyous ride home I thought. As I pulled into my house my c

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!!!

http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h271/kev2128/Beautifulwomen-1.jpg

MEEEEE!!!

http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h271/kev2128/c21df442.jpg

okay so I know this amazing kid from school. We’re both 20. He’s nice and very caring. He’ll always ask about me if I”m sick and he said he likes talking to me and thinks I’m really nice. I went to give him a hug and complained that he’s too tall. So he bent lower and said let’s try it again, take 2? lol. The other night, he said good night ****. And whenever I talk it seems that he pays attention.Even when he says something and I don’t hear it, he’s always like nvm nvm. We talked on the phone and he always makes conversation and we have a link. although I”ve started to like him, I still think he considers me to be just a friend. because it seems that if I don’t text first most of the time, I won’t even cross his mind =/. I don’t know what to do, I don’t want to ruin this friendship. help!!