Orange County Floor Kitchen Bath

alright so i’ve never written anything before, and i just had this random thought and decided to write it down. please give me any suggestions or comments. no mean ones please! thanks. enjoy.
Prologue
They had been waiting their whole lives for this mission. The fate of the entire land rested on their shoulders. There were three of them, if there had been any more and they would have been discovered, if there had been any less and they wouldn’t have been able to get the job done.
The first man held his breath as a guard turned the corner. The three of them were highly adept at disguising themselves, and they blended right in with the shadows. They winced as a putrid smell hit their nostrils; it figured that Malengar had chosen to use gorgs as guards.
Gorgs were among the foulest creatures to walk the land of Onajetta. They could grow up to eight feet tall, although most of them were only about six. Their skin was rough and served as their armor. It ranged in color from midnight blue to black. Their oily, at loss for a better word, hair was usually black, but occasionally white. They gloried in decay and darkness, and were definitely useful because of their strength, not intelligence.
The gorg passed by and the three of them let out a collective breath. The first man nodded and they crept along the hallway, stopping only when another guard came by.
The three of them knew the layout of the castle by heart. They knew when the guards changed shifts, all of the guards’ names, and which of the guards were gullible enough to let them by.
They had been creeping along for some time when the first man stopped. They had reached a simple wooden door that nobody would look twice at. It was guarded by two gorgs but that wasn’t unusual, most of the castle was. But behind this door, lay Malengar’s greatest weapon, and the thing the three of them were after.
The first man turned and nodded at the girl behind him. He didn’t hear her as she crept around the corner and into the gorgs’ line of vision, but he knew she had moved. The gorgs stared at her, waiting to see if she was a threat. She smiled wickedly, front flipped forward and slammed her fists into the ground. The gorgs cries were silenced as the walls around them caved in.
The two men leaped around the corner and over to the door. The second man reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful of shimmery powder. He blew it onto the door and whispered a few nonsense words. There was a small click, and the door swung open. The second man smiled as they cautiously stepped through the doorway. They were quite sure that the treasure was guarded with more than just gorgs.
The room was tiled, and in the center of the room, on a large pedestal, sat the thing they had come for. The two men stepped back as the girl stepped up to the edge of the tiled ring. She studied it for a long while.
“We haven’t got all day.” The second man hissed, just as the girl noticed a slight discoloration in certain tiles all the way around the pedestal. The girl grinned and hopped onto the first discolored tile. Nothing happened. She continued hopping all the way around until she had reached the edge of the pedestal. She could feel the magic emanating from the pedestal and she pulled out the same powder that the second man had used to open the door. She blew on the pedestal and waited for the click. It never came.
“Well you all certainly came farther than I expected you to.” The three of them whipped around. A man came out of the shadows and the first man cursed himself for not noticing. The man was still partly hidden in the shadows and all you could see were his cruel black eyes, glittering in the darkness. “So, how is Aindiel?” The three of them remained silent.
“So you’re not going to speak? Fine, I will. Did you really think you would get away? That you could possibly hoodwink the greatest sorcerer of all time? I am the king!”
“You will never be king!” The girl snarled. “Not as long as Aindiel still breathes.”
“SILENCE!” Malengar yelled, coming out of the shadows fully. He had black hair and a black beard to match his black heart. He was tall and broad in stature, and a very intimidating man. “Aindiel is as good as dead. The alliance of the men, elves, and dwarves is over. The time of change is upon us!”
“You were defeated once Malengar!” The second man cried out. “Prepare to be defeated again.” Malengar turned his attention to the two men and the girl seized the opportunity. She grabbed what they had come for, spun around and disappeared in a puff of smoke.
Malengar screamed in fury and his hands glowed red as the power coursed through his veins.
“YOU – LOST – ME – MY – BOOK!” Malengar thundered, his hands slashed through the air, leaving the two men on the floor, he stormed from the room. He entered his quarters and called for the general of his armies.
“You called my lord?” The man asked, bowing low to the ground.
“Prepare your armies.” Malengar

whenever i do things everything have to be perfect.
like when i eat say I’m eating cereal, like the amount that i eat has to be even in my mouth like i have to have two pieces on the left side and two on the right. When im walking its the same if its a tile floor my feet have o be even on the tiles and stuff.
Getting sleep is hard for me because i will just lay awake all night and just think about everything, which often makes me think of the negatives of everything like mine and my boyfriends relationship up and downs and i tend to get depressed. I just feel like its taking over my life and its annoying.
is there anything i can do?
if i were to go to the doctor would they be able to do anything?
i dont want counseling or therapy.
thanks.

I just kinda wrote it on a whim. It doesn’t relate to me at all.
Notebook
The notebook lay open, going untouched.
The girl walks away from her one comfort.
The notebook was always her best friend when times were hard.
The only thing that could understand her.
The only thing that went without criticism.
It didn’t tell her to find help.
It only listened.
Listening is the greatest medicine to pain.
But instead, most people think advice is the best cure.
Other people don’t understand exactly what is going on.
Nor will they ever understand.
It is your pain, and your pain alone.
The girl walks back to the notebook, then next day.
She feels empty.
Or worse, used.
She pucks up the notebook and begins her writing.
She stops, mid sentence, and puts it down.
She walks to her desk, and finds her hidden razor blade.
She had turned to cutting, the most painful of methods.
She walks back to her notebook.
She slices up her arm, and lets the blood run free.
It drips onto the clean, white pages of the trusting notebook.
She hides the razor blade, and walks away.
Pretending like nothing’s happened.
Someone knew something was wrong.
They looked in her notebook, only to find white paper.
Nothing written.
Only a few words, here or there, that was cut off mid sentence.
After turning a few pages, they begin to see a couple of red spots.
More and more red spots, until it is the only thing on the now red page.
They start screaming, screaming and running.
The run into the bathroom, only to see her lifeless body on the tile.
The white tile, now red.
Stains that never disappear.
Red water everywhere. Running out of the room, down the hall.
There her body lay, shattered and torn.
Never to
And that’s the end. It’s supposed to cut off like that. My friend didn’t understand it at first, so I’ll tell you the reason of the ending in case you didn’t understand.
The part that says
She picks up the notebook and begins her writing.
She stops, mid sentence, and puts it down.
Then the end,
There her body lay, shattered and torn.
Never to
It cut off mid sentence. Get it?
Sorry, I was thinking of people who wouldn’t get it like my friend. If you already understood it, I hope you didn’t read all that. Anyways, what do you think?

This is a poem i wrote today.
Unconventional but honest….
When my eyes first open
My body tosses and I quickly close them again
but only time can win this fight
I rise with hesitation and stumble down the hall
then stairs
then the cold tile of our unfinished bathroom
i hate this room.
especially at night when the bugs and vermin crawl through
The air outside is cold and i can hear the droning and blandness of the wind. My mother sits on the couch staring at the television as she does.
Somewhat interested yet unattached
I walk into the kitchen; the sink filled with cutlery and dark water that smells stagnant and cold.
I wash them all
Carefully and quickly ridding them of any debris
I fill my stomach with food that my body doesn’t honor
There is no more tea
I settle for coffee
I mix in sugar and cream to soften its blows
I only drink a few sips
I return to the stairs that lead to my dimly lit room
Lay in my bed with my worn thin stained sheets
I open the window to hear the sounds of birds speaking and cars pass.
I wonder who is in these cars.
I wonder where they are going.
And if only for a moment I want to be with them and near them.
I want to laugh and create memories better than the ones i have to offer.
I want to fly lie the birds that I hear.
I want to go to a place where the wind sings to me.
I want to see the glow of the sun again
and feel warm air caress me and invite me to return any time I please
I no longer want to be bound to this old house with holes in the walls and cracks in its floors.
I want something….
So I sleep and I dream it.
But i’ll wake up soon
Learning of realities’ constance and my inability to leave it.
No matter where I may go.
I’ll wake up tomorrow.

Q. Why do men take showers instead of baths?
A. Peeing in the bath is disgusting.
Q. Do you know the punishment for bigamy?
A. Two mothers-in-law.
Q. What’s the difference between a new husband and a new dog?
A. After a year, the dog is still excited to see you.
Q. Why does the bride always wear white?
A. Because it is good for the dishwasher to match the stove and refrigerator.
Q. What have men and floor tiles got in common?
A. If you lay them properly the first time, you can walk all over them for life.
Q. What is the difference between a battery and a woman?
A. A battery has a positive side.
I know they’re old but what the hell. I’m stuck here working with plenty of time to kill.
Leave a comment or joke of your own if like.

Dawson stood at the window looking out at the town below him, than he stroked Joey his *****. Joey’s penis was getting hard so Dawson rubbed it raw with a cheesegrater causing Joey to ejaculate, his semen landing on Dawson face. “mmm nothing quite lie it” Dawson said as he licked the semen form his face. “I brewed it special just for you Dawson” Joey said with a nervous giggle. “How about some fun with electricity” dawson asked. So Joey hooked up some electric jumper cables to dawson’s nipples and then hit the power switch. Electricity went through Dawson’s body dawson moned and writhed in an extacy of pain and pleasure, his penis growing harder byt he second. when it was over he left for work, his job was a s a highly paid executive.
When he got home form work 5 hours later that night Joey had prepared a special surprise for him, dawson walked in his door and was surprised to see the dining room table prepared for what looked to be an elegant meal. The good silver was on the table and two places were prepared one for dawson and one for Joey. But the food had’nt been served yet and the plates were empty. Dawosn sat down in one of the cairs witha smile on his face anticipating a special meal. “Im glad your home dawson coz this meal is one that you aint never had before!” Joey said. He walked to dawson with the meal witch had one of those silver lids over it so dawson could not see what was on the plate. “Are you ready for something real special?” Joey asked with a smile. “Voila!” Joey said as took the cover off of the plate revealing a large pile of human feces on it. “Oh wow” Dawson said i have never eaten human feces before!” “I know thats why I htought it would be such a lovely surprise” Joey said with a grin. So Joey and dawson ate the feces as best they could. By the end of the meal their face were smeared brown and they were struggling not to vomit. Than Dawson pulled out a large wipped and flayed the skin from Joey’s back till Joey collapsed with pain and pleasure. Than Dawson retired for the night on his large kingsized bed while Joey lay writhing on the marble tiles of the kitchen floor, in agony but happy that he satisfied his master for another day

Woke up today with weak sore legs, nothing too concerning.
Made myself breakfast, then suddenly at my computer I had a massive stomach ache…
I went to the washroom with nothing happening…
but then I suddenly had hot and cold chills with a tingly feeling in my fingertips
my ears felt really hot and my vision started to become ‘checkered’ sorry for the lack of better word..it became hard to see. The pain was so bad that my eyes/nose started watering. Then, I started hearing a high pitch faint noise in my ears and I felt really light-headed and decided to leave the washroom and flop onto a couch..which didn’t help much since the pain was too great…I forgot to mention during this time I had really bad gag reflexes and eventually puked….not much since I hadn’t eaten breakfast yet… but my throat is sore…then I went back into the washroom and managed to do #2 (sorry for being descriptive)… I started getting really dizzy again so I left the washroom and laid on the kitchen cold tile floor…I think it helped…since I was having hot chills at the time?..eventually it went away..but this whole ordeal was not a pleasant experience. Good thing I didn’t have school today but I had this in the past before…and it did mess up with my school….
Anyways by the description above, what do you think I had? Oh- by the way it took a little over an hour before I recovered. Well, I still have a slight bad feeling in my stomach but not nearly as bad as before. I do not do drugs, It could not be food poisoning since I had not eaten breakfast yet. I don’t think it is the flu since I had no fever….a cold is more gradual I think….so I have no idea what the problem could be…..I would go to the doctor but I am very busy……Any ideas???….and no I don’t think swine flu…that has to do with troubled breathing patterns I think…

We are currently remodeling our kitchen and I have always wanted a stainless steel sink so it can match all of our appliances. I keep hearing how hard they are to manage and they have to be wiped down after every use. Is it worth it or should we get a white sink? I really want the stainless steel sink. Any thoughts and advice would be great. Thank you.

kk so im writing a book
im 12
tell me what u think 8^]
be honest
ps sry its so long
I watched in terror as he slowly drew the knife closer to her throat. The light reflected off the knife in a flash that illuminated the fear on her face. She struggled to break fre from the heavy, metal chains restraining her. It was no use. She screamed with fear for her life.wanted to do something-anything but I couldn’t move, my whole body felt so heavy. His eyes filled with a hunger as blood started to spill from her. the cold, hunger eyes turned towards me, “You’re next.”
“NOOOOO!!!!!!”
“Are you deaf? I said, ’shut up’ as in now, Nikky! Some people don’t want to be up at 5:30am during summer break!” Yelled Mary-Anne.
Ugh. Not again, that was the 12th murder nightmare this month. The weird part is the victim is always different and the cause of death is always different but the killer is always the same.
I rolled over to face Mary-Anne. It felt like someone dropped millions of cinder blocks on my head. D*mn migraines. “turn off the light, be absolutly silent & leave if you want to live to see 10am,” i threatened.
Mary-Anne could tell it wasnt a good idea to p*ss me off when i had a migraine. In a pathetic attempt to hide her fear she rolled her eyes, “You stay quiet and I’ll be quiet.” Fine with me because she shut up.
Mary-Anne is my step cousin. Sadly she was spending the summer with us. She lives in California, so she’s got a perfect tan and a perfect beach body. She also has perfectly wavy brown hair and a perfect, pimple-free face. Her personality, on the other hand, isn’t so perfect. She’s spoiled, snotty, annoying, high matinence, and bratty.
My vision was starting to go crazy, which my migraine was only getting worse. Only one thing to do in a situation like this, take 2 Advil and sleep until conciousness becomes somewhat bearable again.
I stumbled out of my warm, cozy bed to face the mess i call my room. I navigated around the mess on my floorand went across the hall to the bathroom. i took 2 advil then went back to bed. The problem was, sleep wouldn’t come. i piled pillows over my head and waited until the Advil kicked in.
A half hour later, I threw the pillows off my head and crawled out of bed. My head still hurt but I didn’t want to just lay in bed. On my way out of my room, I ran face-first into my door frame. That was a nice addition to my migrane.
I went to the bathroom to see if I was bruised, bleeding, or both. When I looked in the mirror, I jumped back and almost fell flat on my butt. I looked horrible, I mean i looked REALLY bad! My long blonde hair was everywhere, it looked like a rat’s nest. My green eyes were dull and the dark circles under my eyes look 1000 times worse than usual and my usual was the average person’s bad. And to top it all off, I had an ugly bruise starting to form over my rigth eyebrow.
I decided to go find some food. That was kinda my philosophy in life, “when in doubt, eat”. It’s a bad habit, but im a growing girl.
Mary-Anne was rifling through the fridge when I came in the kitchen. “You really eat this stuff? Do you have any-” Mary-Anne gasped when she turned arpund and saw me, “You look like sh*t.”
“And you were hatched from Mars. Now that we’ve covered the obvious, will you move so I can eat?”
She started to ramble on about who knows what, probably something to insult me. I didn’t care so I didn’t listen. I didn’t have the energy to fight with her this morning.
“Earth to Nikky, are you even listening?” Mary-Anne asked, obviously annoyed.
“Nope,” i truthfully replied. But then she stared going off again. “I’m going on a walk,” i said just to shut her up.
Mary-Anne looked at me like i was insane, “ARE YOU CARZY? YOU CAN’T GO OUT IN PUNLIC LOOKING LIKE THAT!!!”
“Okay. okay I’ll go make myself presentable, just chill.”
I went to the bathroom and splashed some cold water on my face. Then, I put on some make-up, got dressed, pulled my hair back, and put on a basebsl cap. I looked in the mirror, this was as good as it was going to get.
I was about to leave when my stomach growled. Oh right, breakfast. Cereal, here i come.
I was getting up from the table when I tripped and fell hitting the open milk on my way down. I was laying flat on the tile floor and the milk was about to fall on me. I reached up and tried to reach for the milk, but it was too far away. Suddenly the milk tipped back up on the table. The wasn’t a drop of milk on me.
I quickly rose from the floor and looked around for an explanation. Nothing i was alone in the room. i fellt kind of dizzy. I took a deep breath then yelled that i was going on a walk.
I went into the woods where nobody goes because there’s no path. Okay i have to admit it was kinda of stupid but I always went for walks in the forest to clear my head-and my head was realy spinning. between the migrane, the milk, and the nightmare i was afraid my head would explode. I didn’t think today would be any different f

Ok so this is for creative writing, and I chose a randomm topic! But this teacher is a bish;) and i NEED A GOOD GRADE ON THIS!!!!!! Im not done btw but i wanna know if im doing a crappy job now, so I dont write the whole sucky thing.!
My heart thumps painfully against my rib cage, to the point where I think it could physically break through my chest. I let out short gasps that are becoming harder and harder to manage as the pain becomes worse. More tears glisten down my face in rivulets. The clear salty streams bewilder me, since I am unaccustomed to such vivid emotion. I double over in pain and curl up into a ball, compressing myself until i can move no further. I don’t want to ever relive that memory. The pain is etched into every muscle in my body, making me twitch uncontrollably at the thought of ever having to endure such a thing again.
As I lay sobbing on the tile floor of my one bedroom apartment, I open my eyes for the first time since that horrid memory entered my mind again. It had been ten minutes since I had the precognition, the one that shattered my faith in the universe. What had I done?
I don’t deserve this, I think miserably to myself.
Some things are just better left a mystery. Especially when said mystery concerns when I die. I remove the brown strands of hair that are plastered to my wet face and cast them over with the rest of my long messy hair that I had swept haphazardly behind my elfin ears. I measure my breathing carefully, and stretched my long tan legs out until the tips of my toes brushed against the white wall.
It felt good to stretch my cramped muscles, so I loosened them stiffly and stretched as far as I could reach. I breathed a deep sigh, and carefully lay my hurting head on the cold tile. My hair spread out all around my head in a stringy halo. Every single time I blinked, I saw the outline of my….. I couldn’t bring myself to think of the word, for fear of what horrid memories might resurface. So I focused on a crack in the tile, and was happy while my mind was preoccupied.
As I stared at the crack, I realized that I ached all over. So I bent my knees and lifted myself up off the kitchen floor. Once I accomplished that small feat, I shook my head sluggishly and trudged out of the kitchen. When I reached my room, I passed an intricate French mirror on my vanity desk. I paused enough to contemplate my savage appearance. My usually beautiful hair was in snarled tangles. My brilliant green eyes were red, swollen, and puffy. Like Botox, I thought, with dry humor. I didn’t smile. I just couldn’t bring myself to, even though I had a smile that could light up a room like a thousand suns. I turned from the mirror. Why try to fix myself up when death was so imminent, so swiftly approaching? I felt it was almost tangible.
I sprung onto my four poster bed and fell flat over the bohemian style comforter. I groaned into my pillow, and shut my eyes. I might have thought sleep was so unlikely, I don’t know. All I remember is slowly drifting into a fitful sleep, while my mind wandered dangerously……
I awoke with a jolt, hearing a scream that could wake the dead. It took a few seconds for my brains’ gears to begin turning, but when they finally did, I was startled. It was me that was screaming. My mouth was open in an ugly grimace and my hands clutched at my face in horror. That gut wrenching scream emanated from my battered windpipes. I quickly shut up, fearful of my banshee shriek. I took a couple deep breaths through my nose.
Calm down, I thought frantically to myself. I actually listened to myself. I relaxed my muscles once more and immediately felt better. I plopped back down, but realized too late that I misjudged my position. My head thumped hard against the wall. I rubbed the back of my bruised head with my eyes squinted in anger. So much pain! I was only a teenager, for goodness sake! Not even adults experienced this turmoil.
Then I racked my brain for a second, and surprised myself. Why didn’t I think of it before! I slapped my forehead in relief. I’m crazy! I am completely crazy and it was all just a dream. I was totally in denial, and I knew it. But my mind did all it could to reject what I couldn’t understand. It fought hard, and won. I wanted to continue on with my normal, sheltered life. So I did. I happily hopped off my bed with a sudden burst of energy.
I skipped to my linen closet, humming a cheery tune. I avoided the mirror as if my life depended on it. Well, at least my sanity did. I absolutely did not want to see my awful reflection, so I passed right by the mirror without even a glance. With my towel slung over my right shoulder, I shut my bathroom door. I then proceeded to take the best shower of my entire life. In that shower, I cleansed myself of the previous night. I wiped myself clean, emotionally and physically. I locked a vault in my mind, with the information that I could think again. I fretted about whether they might actually