Published on May 26th, 2020.
Arch windows are beautiful in any room. They provide a look of elegance and charm. Just because you have this type of windows does not mean that you can not cover them. Now you can buy arch window blinds that are not the typical standard square. Up until now it was hard to find any type of window covering other than the standard size window coverage. But your arch windows allow the sun to beam down on you when you don’t want it to. It can also do several other different things like keep out the cold and also give you complete privacy when they are closed.
Material
You have the choice to purchase removable or mountable permanent blinds for your window. Now you can enjoy the beauty of your arch windows and have them covered when you want. You may also have the choice of material your window coverings are made from. You can have them made from wood, faux wood, vinyl and more. When you are ready to make your purchase you can do some research and view sample pictures of each type of blind to see which one is best for you. The choice is yours to make. You may also have them custom made for your window if you can not find the one that you want.
Express Your Style
Just like any other blind, the arch window blinds are a great way to express your taste and style in home décor. Some may like the rustic and simple while others like a Victorian look. Whatever you decide you will feel good every time you look at them. When you add a arch blind to your window it will give the same shape of the window and look exceptionally great in your home.
Most arch window blinds do not cover the top arch completely. They cover about 80% of the window leaving the top of the arch free. The window going down from the arch can also be covered with simple blinds that will match the rest of the covering.
Measurements
The arch windows may be a little tricky to measure but you need to get the right measurement in order to find the right blinds for your window. First decide if you are going to use inside mounts. If you are then you need to measure the exact height and width inside the window. If you are placing the mount on the outside you will need to measure the height and width that you desire for the blind. With quarter circles remember that the height will equal width.
Swatches
When deciding on the material that you need you may want to request some swatch samples so you can be sure of your selection and to make sure that the color you choose will coordinate with the rest of the room. When ordering in bulk you may be able to receive a discount that will help you save more money on your blinds. Arch windows are beautiful so why shouldn’t the arch window blinds be beautiful too?
Arch windows are beautiful in any room. They provide a look of elegance and charm. Just because you have this type of windows does not mean that you can not cover them. Now you can buy arch window blinds that are not the typical standard square. Up until now it was hard to find any type of window covering other than the standard size window coverage. But your arch windows allow the sun to beam down on you when you don’t want it to. It can also do several other different things like keep out the cold and also give you complete privacy when they are closed.
Material
You have the choice to purchase removable or mountable permanent blinds for your window. Now you can enjoy the beauty of your arch windows and have them covered when you want. You may also have the choice of material your window coverings are made from. You can have them made from wood, faux wood, vinyl and more. When you are ready to make your purchase you can do some research and view sample pictures of each type of blind to see which one is best for you. The choice is yours to make. You may also have them custom made for your window if you can not find the one that you want.
Express Your Style
Just like any other blind, the arch window blinds are a great way to express your taste and style in home décor. Some may like the rustic and simple while others like a Victorian look. Whatever you decide you will feel good every time you look at them. When you add a arch blind to your window it will give the same shape of the window and look exceptionally great in your home.
Most arch window blinds do not cover the top arch completely. They cover about 80% of the window leaving the top of the arch free. The window going down from the arch can also be covered with simple blinds that will match the rest of the covering.
Measurements
The arch windows may be a little tricky to measure but you need to get the right measurement in order to find the right blinds for your window. First decide if you are going to use inside mounts. If you are then you need to measure the exact height and width inside the window. If you are placing the mount on the outside you will need to measure the height and width that you desire for the blind. With quarter circles remember that the height will equal width.
Swatches
When deciding on the material that you need you may want to request some swatch samples so you can be sure of your selection and to make sure that the color you choose will coordinate with the rest of the room. When ordering in bulk you may be able to receive a discount that will help you save more money on your blinds. Arch windows are beautiful so why shouldn’t the arch window blinds be beautiful too?
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Published on May 26th, 2020.
To add more to the architectural look of the home many houses use the arched window blinds. It not only adds to the architectural essence but also gives a unique look to the house as well. Previously people used to apply a regular shade in front of the window which not only barred the sun light (which was required ) but also barred the architectural uniqueness of the arched window blinds. The present new designs of arched window blinds tackled these problems well with more artistic ideas.
Shift from traditional blinds:
The new designs focused more on maintaining and enhancing the architectural look of the house along with fulfilling its basic purpose of light blockage and privacy. Unlike traditional window blinds, arched window blinds opens top down, having a long cord to fulfill the mechanism effectively rather than using a ladder which would have marred the architectural view.
Styles of arched window blinds:
The three most effective styles of arched window blinds are:
Fan-fold style:
In this style the window opens from either one side or the other with blades moving to one side of the window. Thus, collecting all as a vertical line at one end or the other of the arched window.
Dual-Fan-fold style:
In this style of arched window blind both sides opens up to meet in the middle of the window hence forming a vertical line in the middle.
Mini-blind style:
In this style each blind of the window rotates to let the light in. Thus, each blind working as a window on its own hence rightly named as “mini-blinds”.
Enhancing decoration of the house:
The arched window blinds can add more to the décor of the house by using shades that match the color of the rest of the house to give it a more soothing appearance. The fan fold style is more in harmony with the traditional horizontal and vertical style of window blinds. Use of traditional curtains on some portions of the window or wall along the window beautifies it further. They let the user keep the architectural look as well as adjusting the flow of light into the room.
Enhancement in mini-blind style:
Many arched window blinds are enhanced by enclosing mini blinds into a frame that fits well into the arched window. They can b opened and closed not only to adjust the light and guarding privacy but also for insulation purpose in cold weather.
To add more to the architectural look of the home many houses use the arched window blinds. It not only adds to the architectural essence but also gives a unique look to the house as well. Previously people used to apply a regular shade in front of the window which not only barred the sun light (which was required ) but also barred the architectural uniqueness of the arched window blinds. The present new designs of arched window blinds tackled these problems well with more artistic ideas.
Shift from traditional blinds:
The new designs focused more on maintaining and enhancing the architectural look of the house along with fulfilling its basic purpose of light blockage and privacy. Unlike traditional window blinds, arched window blinds opens top down, having a long cord to fulfill the mechanism effectively rather than using a ladder which would have marred the architectural view.
Styles of arched window blinds:
The three most effective styles of arched window blinds are:
Fan-fold style:
In this style the window opens from either one side or the other with blades moving to one side of the window. Thus, collecting all as a vertical line at one end or the other of the arched window.
Dual-Fan-fold style:
In this style of arched window blind both sides opens up to meet in the middle of the window hence forming a vertical line in the middle.
Mini-blind style:
In this style each blind of the window rotates to let the light in. Thus, each blind working as a window on its own hence rightly named as “mini-blinds”.
Enhancing decoration of the house:
The arched window blinds can add more to the décor of the house by using shades that match the color of the rest of the house to give it a more soothing appearance. The fan fold style is more in harmony with the traditional horizontal and vertical style of window blinds. Use of traditional curtains on some portions of the window or wall along the window beautifies it further. They let the user keep the architectural look as well as adjusting the flow of light into the room.
Enhancement in mini-blind style:
Many arched window blinds are enhanced by enclosing mini blinds into a frame that fits well into the arched window. They can b opened and closed not only to adjust the light and guarding privacy but also for insulation purpose in cold weather.
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Published on June 18th, 2010.
Eva stood in the middle of the dark street. As she waited for her father, she placed her arms against each other and grasped at her shoulders for warmth.
On the other side of the road, at the small kinder garden, a statue of headless child, carved from black stone, stood. The child was pointing towards the sky; his stance resembling that of an acrobat dancer.
As she walked to and forth, Eva wondered who was this child. He might have been the owner’s kid and he died so his father made a statue for him, but why would he make it headless?
Eva shook her head and walked a few steps down the sidewalk. She examined some books, placed at the front of a closed bookstore then she walked back to her place under the lamppost.
She shivered as a gust of air rushed down the road. She felt that her bones were getting stiff from the cold.
She looked behind her for some seconds, but when she turned back the statue of the headless boy was not there. It was gone.
Eva’s eyes widened and she stepped forward, peering at the stone over which the statue stood. She rubbed her eyes. Where did it go?
After making sure that the street was all-empty, she crossed the road and stood in the middle of the kinder garden.
She turned in a circle around herself, and searched behind the swings, and then behind the tree. She found nothing.
Suddenly, a raucous horn peeled through the silence. Eva turned and a blinding yellow light wheeled towards her.
“Sorry for being late,” her father said, poking his head out of the car. “Your mother cut her finger, so it seemed that I’d stay for a little longer.”
After looking behind her, Eva got in the car and they were on their way home.
That night Eva was sleepless. She kept on turning under the quilt and over it, and then she hid her head under the pillow, trying to kill the buzzing sound that ebbed in her head. It was as if some mysterious power wanted to keep her awake.
Something trickled at her side. At first, Eva did not notice it, but then she raised her head from under the pillow and looked to her side. Blood trickled from the ceiling, Eva followed the line of liquor that oozed from the ceiling, and she found a wounded thumb poked out of the ceiling, arching backward.
Her heart stopped for a moment and she jumped from under the quilt and cowered under the window. She was alone.
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Published on June 17th, 2010.
Eva stood in the middle of the dark street. As she waited for her father, she placed her arms against each other and grasped at her shoulders for warmth.
On the other side of the road, at the small kinder garden, a statue of headless child, carved from black stone, stood. The child was pointing towards the sky; his stance resembling that of an acrobat dancer.
As she walked to and forth, Eva wondered who was this child. He might have been the owner’s kid and he died so his father made a statue for him, but why would he make it headless?
Eva shook her head and walked a few steps down the sidewalk. She examined some books, placed at the front of a closed bookstore then she walked back to her place under the lamppost.
She shivered as a gust of air rushed down the road. She felt that her bones were getting stiff from the cold.
She looked behind her for some seconds, but when she turned back the statue of the headless boy was not there. It was gone.
Eva’s eyes widened and she stepped forward, peering at the stone over which the statue stood. She rubbed her eyes. Where did it go?
After making sure that the street was all-empty, she crossed the road and stood in the middle of the kinder garden.
She turned in a circle around herself, and searched behind the swings, and then behind the tree. She found nothing.
Suddenly, a raucous horn peeled through the silence. Eva turned and a blinding yellow light wheeled towards her.
“Sorry for being late,” her father said, poking his head out of the car. “Your mother cut her finger, so it seemed that I’d stay for a little longer.”
After looking behind her, Eva got in the car and they were on their way home.
That night Eva was sleepless. She kept on turning under the quilt and over it, and then she hid her head under the pillow, trying to kill the buzzing sound that ebbed in her head. It was as if some mysterious power wanted to keep her awake.
Something trickled at her side. At first, Eva did not notice it, but then she raised her head from under the pillow and looked to her side. Blood trickled from the ceiling, Eva followed the line of liquor that oozed from the ceiling, and she found a wounded thumb poked out of the ceiling, arching backward.
Her heart stopped for a moment and she jumped from under the quilt and cowered under the window. She was alone.
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Published on June 16th, 2010.
Eva stood in the middle of the dark street. As she waited for her father, she placed her arms against each other and grasped at her shoulders for warmth.
On the other side of the road, at the small kinder garden, a statue of headless child, carved from black stone, stood. The child was pointing towards the sky; his stance resembling that of an acrobat dancer.
As she walked to and forth, Eva wondered who was this child. He might have been the owner’s kid and he died so his father made a statue for him, but why would he make it headless?
Eva shook her head and walked a few steps down the sidewalk. She examined some books, placed at the front of a closed bookstore then she walked back to her place under the lamppost.
She shivered as a gust of air rushed down the road. She felt that her bones were getting stiff from the cold.
She looked behind her for some seconds, but when she turned back the statue of the headless boy was not there. It was gone.
Eva’s eyes widened and she stepped forward, peering at the stone over which the statue stood. She rubbed her eyes. Where did it go?
After making sure that the street was all-empty, she crossed the road and stood in the middle of the kinder garden.
She turned in a circle around herself, and searched behind the swings, and then behind the tree. She found nothing.
Suddenly, a raucous horn peeled through the silence. Eva turned and a blinding yellow light wheeled towards her.
“Sorry for being late,” her father said, poking his head out of the car. “Your mother cut her finger, so it seemed that I’d stay for a little longer.”
After looking behind her, Eva got in the car and they were on their way home.
That night Eva was sleepless. She kept on turning under the quilt and over it, and then she hid her head under the pillow, trying to kill the buzzing sound that ebbed in her head. It was as if some mysterious power wanted to keep her awake.
Something trickled at her side. At first, Eva did not notice it, but then she raised her head from under the pillow and looked to her side. Blood trickled from the ceiling, Eva followed the line of liquor that oozed from the ceiling, and she found a wounded thumb poked out of the ceiling, arching backward.
Her heart stopped for a moment and she jumped from under the quilt and cowered under the window. She was alone.
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Published on June 15th, 2010.
Okay i know that a lot of people have had much more interesting dreams, but these are just really disturbing me.
Note: i am fourteen years old with dark brown curly hair and dark brown eyes, a normal relationship with my mother, and a strained relationship with my father. i didn’t have a real friend until i was eleven years old, and my family has a very modest income. this information is just to help you help me figure these creepy-ass dreams out.
Dream 1: I had this dream a few months ago. In this dream i am a tough looking girl with wavy hair let down. The setting is in a run-down town that appears to be recovering from some sort of disaster. The colors are vivid grays, reds, and beautiful dull blues. There seem to be some people playing on the very large and decrepit houses, and as far as i can tell they are my friends. We all seem to be looking for something. I go and sit down on the ruin of something and see a raven sitting atop a large pole. i start saying the first stanza in Edgar Allen Poe’s "The Raven" while tossing a rock in my hand and looking at it. ("Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, while I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, as of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. ”Tis some visitor,’ I muttered, ‘tapping at my chamber door- only this, and nothing more.’) Then the bird flies away and i start looking with the others for whatever we had lost. After a few minutes, the raven returns, and drops before me what apparently was what we had been looking for all along- a doorknob.
*Note: I hadn’t read the poem "The Raven" for over four years when i had this dream. (it was in a children’s book i had…don’t ask.)
Dream 2: This dream occurred when i was only twelve. In this dream, i don’t seem to be a particular person, i’m just watching. It is again in a very run down looking town, and it’s all in black and white. There is no one there but a man in a black suit with a top hat. You can’t see his eyes and even though the dream is in black and white i get the feeling his hair was red. He walks through the town a bit, and my view is following him, but i am still not embodied in the dream. Then he comes to an abandoned store and just stands and stares in the window. Through the window i can see an empty building with some large squares of cardboard on the floor and various supplies in the corner and some other places. There is also a figure sitting on the floor, on her bottom with her legs drawn up and her face in her arms. Her hair is a mess and she’s dressed in a very worn white dress cloth. My view shifts from just behind the man to into the building, like i’m walking backwards, and there’s some sunlight filtering through. Then, my view turns around, and i see that the figure on the floor is- ME! O.o
Dream 3: This dream is perhaps the most disturbing. I had this dream when i was thirteen years old. It takes place in a very surreal building, and is also black and white. there is nothing indicating war or disaster, but the feeling is definitely the most striking. I start out very similar to the girl in dream two in appearance. The room i start in has one long window about the length of one wall, with light shining through and a meadow visible on the outside. There is a narrow arch in the corner on the opposite side of the room. There is also a tall woman with a blind-fold standing in the corner in front of me to the left. i leave through the archway. i am then in a hallway. Two identical female twins pass me, giggling. They have long black hair, as did the woman in the first room. i walk down the hall, and i can feel my heart beating very fast, then i come to a section of hallway with many windows on one wall (the same side as the first room) and also a meadow outside. I see a male figure with a large, simple looking mask and an eerie outfit consisting of large, black feathers everywhere so nowhere i could see skin. (the feathers even encompassed his head) "it only gets darker from here," he says. "stay in the light." then i say, "Where would i go?" then he says nothing. Now i am very scared. i continue down the hall and pass a room with animals in it; but they all seem to be struggling a bit to get up. like something BROKE them. Now i am terrified. i run down the hall but it gets darker! A man with thick, long black hair gets in my way. "It only gets darker," he says. "are you afraid?" "Where would i go?" i reply. then he says, "Why are you so nervous?" i feel like i want to ask more questions but i can’t for some reason, and then, he disappears! i run deeper into the hallway, but as he warned, it only got darker. then i can’t see. but i still run. then i see a light. then i wake up.
This dream is particularly disturbing and interesting for obvious reasons. It is the most creative and the most frightful dream i have EVER had. the dialog just barely makes any sense, a
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Published on June 8th, 2010.
this is my story so far and yes i know i need to do a lot more i only started to day and my grammar and spelling rubbish:
The teeth that punctured my skin sank in to my vanes, releasing the deadly toxin. The immediate pain, paralyzing. Forgetting how scream, talk and the simplest of actions. Breathing was hard; every breath drained me of energy. I was burning from the inside. Pain was agonizing, but it never changed, I was going to die. It felt like months just lying there, unable to move or see; just hoping to die, but as I listen to my thoughts, I knew that it wouldn’t be the end. First, my hearing came back, unfortunately that got the better of me, I had know idea who I was with or where- the strange voices unfamiliar. I wish I could move, pick up a knife- take my life. To my horror movement came next, but still no sight, the fear of been blind ran through my vanes, there was no end, to this nightmare. Hell was breaching me. Slowly, I became at ease with my new strengths, with my sight following that. I had awoken from hell and brought into a new beautiful world..
Everything was new, I had been re-born in to the world, I saw everything through my new eyes. What I see now: the clarity and the sharpness- make my old eyes seem pointless and blind. Through the windows, light shone, in every little bit of dust carried a rainbow of colours like tiny little crystals. A strange hunger came over me, though it wasn’t for food, but for something I did not know what for. For every second I sat there the hunger grows stronger, all I had left to do was scream
In a blink of an eye she was there, the figure that I had once glimpsed at before my illness – staring back at me. At one glance she was an ordinary person with extraordinary beauty, but with my new eyes she was something more, something supernatural. “What are you? What am I?” the silence kills, every second more intense than the other. “Your vampire.” the beautiful girl stood waiting for a reaction, but I knew it was the only reasonable answer for the new me. Though, I could not help but think: why me? Why now? I needed the answers but only the truth. “So, why me?” I knew she was going to lie- that was unavoidable; what she said or at least what I read between the lines: “my master, he wants us he says we’re the special ones.” She really meant “we’re out casts therefore easily used.”.
Studying the gorgeous girl, I soon new more about her than my own family- she too: an outcast, a freak, turned against her own will and also afraid of herself, her new strengths. As the glowing sun set behind the horizon we raced to her/our new home, she in front of me, he golden wavy hair like hair of a supermodels flew behind her. Pale as snow was her skin. I had not seen a mirror but I could feel the iciness of my skin, it was too like hers.
We reached our new home shortly, a mansion, it was immense, every room as bigger than the other. Everything had a deep, gothic, dead sense to it- the furniture, black, the walls, blood red, and the chairs, stained with blood. I opened the massive arch door to my room; I stood motionless until the cold air hit me. Even then the shiver wasn’t out of the cold but the fear that had just stroke bones.
The room not like any others; it was blank, white, the girl still stood next to me “It’s yours to decorate how you like.” Shocked, I didn’t reply. Today had been one like a nightmare; I had expected to wake up any minuet, I knew for a dream it was too vivid but the hope is what kept me going. “What’s your name?” I almost forgot to ask but my gran had brought me up with manners, “Juliet and you?” her voice like wind chimes in the zephyr.
“Brooklyn but you can call me Brook.” She stayed with me for a while just observing, than as the night came to an end she vanished.
There was a coffin at the end of my room which I dwell in. I lay in the coffin all day but soon came apparent that the new me couldn’t sleep- no matter how desperate. I dreamt about what my gran was doing, was she worried about me? I had lived with my gran for five years, my mum had died, my dad killed her- in front of me. Horrifying nightmares still come to me from that night.
My mothers cry’s, her falling and the blood, the blood gushing out of her warm heart. I was only eight, though no one of any age should have to see that scene, to see their mother fall to the ground, have it replayed in their mind in slow motion.
Now I am thirteen I will have to do worse, I thought of my dad as the devil, if that’s so what I am when I drink from the innocent that come before me? Though it is my only way to live, is it still monstrous, that I wouldn’t give my life away, to safe those whom are innocent, or is of my new nature? For one day I hope that the little humanity left in side of me will over take the demon that is forever growing.
The sound of light, airy foot steps that belonged to Juliet came towards me. It was night. Time for my first feed. Time to unleash the demon.
i am only 13
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Published on June 7th, 2010.
for my original writing coursework in english i have written this story about domestic abuse, would you please be honest and tell me if you think it is any good
Hearing his key being thrust into the door, I held my breath not daring to breathe. I lay in my bed my knees tucked tightly into my chest, rocking back and forth, back and forth. The keys crunched and grinded in the lock, then I heard the click and the door swung open, indenting the side of the wall.
His boots echoed throughout the narrow hallway and I watched his shadow advance up the wall with every step he took towards me. His eyes circled the room, and then fixated on me. My heart plummeted deep down into my body and pounded in my lower chest. He was in one of those moods. I was afraid to stay, scared to leave. I remained shivering on the bed.
The room enclosed around me each wall turned darker, each object grew smaller, except he survived as tall. He swung his fist towards me and it collided with my cheek bone, another bruise to try and hide. The vibrations thundered through my head, whilst receiving another blow to the stomach. My body caved as I arched my back in agony. Black eyes, busted lips and a bruised body, he was slowly killing me.
“Follow me” he bellowed. I looked down.
“Why” I murmured. I had angered him his blood was boiling, turning his face crimson red.
He marched from the room, I heard draws opening and banging before he returned clenching a fork in his hand, like an angry athlete ready to launch his javelin. Hurtling his hand towards me, the fork stabbed me in the cheek. I let out a squeal; however this just determined him to wound me more. Leaping from the bed I tried to dodge his stabs, he followed me, grasping a glass, he chucked it at me. My body buckled and I plunged to the floor. I lay lifeless on the ground blood streaming from my face a shard of glass, protruding from below my eye.
He wound my long hair round his wrist and gripped the root, dragging me across the carpet, I prayed he would kill me; I couldn’t take this any longer. He halted in the hallway, my back burned
“Wait there”
He returned, with a blindfold… I’d never been more terrified in my entire life. He wrapped it harshly round my eyes, not taking care to avoid the glass. Pulling me to my feet by my hair, he shoved me out the front door, it made its familiar click and I knew we were both outside.
I stumbled blind down the path, tripping on flags and uneven ground. He opened a car door, and forced me head first into it. My nose hit the seat, the stench of cigarettes over powered my mind as the pain escalated all over my body.
He got in the driver seat, and we sped off, away from my home. The car bounced along the roads prolonging the suffering. The window was open and the wind swept through, as an invisible earache. I have no sense of where we were, though I knew we were travelling too fast.
This journey continued for several minutes, until there was a sudden change in direction and the car swerved, rocking onto two wheels. The tyres screeched flipping the car, I fell down into the roof of the vehicle and I slowly felt the mangled car start to crumple beneath me. I was only 15, why was my Dad doing this to me. I saw black.
I later woke up and saw through blurred vision, doctors and nurses surrounding me. An array of tubes and wires covered my face.
“Lie still you’ve been involved in a very serious accident” the nurse spoke “You are seriously ill.”
.” A tear rolled down my cheek. In a tearful voice, I replied
“Before I die, will you do one thing for me? Make sure you get my mum out of her relationship it is too dangerous.” She just stared at me. The machines surrounding me started to beep constantly, I felt sleepy, doctors rushed in with instruments. I shut my eyes.
I rose out my body and hung above, I saw myself lying there pale, tattooed in bruises, skin stained red with blood. The doctor spoke to the nurse.
“Why didn’t you say you would make sure her mum got help” he enquired. The nurse looked upset, and then she replied in a broken voice.
“Her mum was in the car when it crashed”
I turned to my right; my mum was holding my hand.
i am from england in year ten which is 4th year of high school my target grade is an A
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Published on June 6th, 2010.
I want to know if my story is moving too fast, or basically anything else. But please don’t just come in here to pick at my grammar. I know I can work on that, but it’s not really what I’m asking for right now.
“Lucy! Lucy!” I heard Kirsten’s familiar voice in my ears as I lifted my eyelids open. The room was dark but a grey glow was entering from the window to my left. “Wake up!” She was violently shaking my shoulders, desperately trying to wake me; it worked.
“What? What is it?” I pushed my blonde bangs out of my eyes (my hair was a mess!) and rubbed my eyes . . . tears? I felt the wet tracks on my cheeks and the pools in my bottom lids. Had I been crying? I reached for the lamp that was on Kirsten’s bedside and flicked it on. The light blinded me for a short moment before I could see the look of worry on Kirsten’s face.
Her brown eyes were looking down at me, concerned. Her eyebrows arched and her mouth was offset. She stopped shaking my shoulders and started to rub them as if to comfort me. I sat up, confused at what was going on.
“Are you okay? You were crying. I had to wake you. You were getting . . . violent.” She glanced down at the sheets, which I had so obviously ripped off the bed and began thrashing them around. “You were in hysterics. I’m surprised you didn’t wake yourself.”
“What? No. I’m fine. I mean I must have been having a bad dream.” I squinted my eyes and looked at her clock. It was six forty in the morning, too early to be awake on a Saturday. But then again, that wasn’t really a concern right now. Right now I wanted to know what the hell was going on in my head.
“Do you remember it?” Kirsten said after a few moments of silence.
I racked my brain to remember something, anything to give me an indication of what had happened and all that came up was, “Blood. So much blood.”
“What?”
“Pools of it . . . everywhere.” I remembered the scene. “There was an accident on Kessler Road. It was a mother and her child, thrown twenty feet through the windshield.”
“Lucy, stop! You’re scaring me.” Kirsten gripped my shoulders once again and the vision disappeared. “Jesus.” She sighed.
“Sorry. I don’t know what happened. It’s just a dream . . . weird one.” I shook my head and rubbed the rest of the tears away from my eyes. “Can we just go back to bed?”
Kirsten nodded and I flicked the light off. I had to stop myself from shuddering once I was unseen in the darkness. This wasn’t the first time I had a gruesome dream. It wasn’t the first time I had such a memorable, realistic dream either. I liked the happier ones, but there were less of those. Sometimes I got lucky and saw a proposal, or some girl getting a car for her birthday, or even a baby shower. Other times I got deaths, sicknesses, murders. I saw them all and none of them were me; none of them belonged to me. These were other people’s moments . . . other people’s nightmares.
Later that morning, at a reasonable hour, Kirsten and I made our way downstairs for some breakfast. She flipped on the television while I made myself at home in her pantry. Kirsten had a walk-in pantry filled with food. We were lucky to have some Oat Bran Crunch at my house and even then it was rare we had milk. That was why most weekends I could be found and Kirsten’s. We’d been best friends since 5th grade and even as juniors in high school we were still inseparable.
“Lucky Charms!” I smiled and grabbed the colorful box. “What do you want?” I asked Kirsten who was indecisively trying to find something to watch.
“Lucky Charms sounds good. Get me a big bowl! I’m starving!” She finally landed on some reality show involving slutty women and someone famous. It was amazing what they put on television now. I rolled my eyes and began assembling our breakfasts.
I plopped down next to her on the big beige couch and dug into my bowl of sugary goodness. We sat quietly, just listening to the lame personal interviews on the show. It wasn’t hard to tell why we were both being so quiet. I didn’t want to bring up this morning’s fiasco and neither did she. It was weird, really weird. And I especially didn’t want to bring up that it wasn’t the first time something like that had happened. In fact, the dreams were increasing steadily over the past year. I used to not have them at all and then all of a sudden they came to me in flashes that I could barely catch, but now I could make out entire scenes. I wasn’t sure what was next. But, whatever it was I would want to keep that a secret too. The last thing I needed was people thinking that I was insane.
I left Kirsten’s shortly after the show was finished. Mom wanted me home by noon because it was my older brother’s birthday and we had to bake a cake. I wasn’t really sure what she was planning on baking with, as I stated before we never had food. Chinese takeout was a regular dinner in our house. It wasn’t that she hated to cook; it was the whole full time job with no time to get to the store thing. I wasn’t buying
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Published on June 5th, 2010.
I moved into a new house just over a year ago and there is a street light opposite to my bedroom. my bedroom has 3 windows one is a huge arch one and i can only cover it with a curtain not a blind the other 2 have blinds and curtains but still the stupid light outside is shining through and wont let me go to sleep. Is there anything i can do so it can be taken down. Its not a busy street in the night and plus there is another street light close by
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