Blindfold

once my brother came home from worrk and at the door his wife quickly blindfolded him, and said you can come in. she led him to a chair and said i’ll be riht back, i just have to finish talking with some one. and dont peak bc i made u a surprise dinner for ur b-day. and he sat down and farted so looouuud, and again and again. and to make a long story short this was goig on for like 20 minutes, and his wife was chuckling, and asking him if everything was fine from theother room. and he was feelng around for a napkin to fan himself, bc it stank so badly. and a few minutes later he started turning blue. an he couldnt breathe , but his wife from the other room insisted that he not remove the blindfold until she was ready to bring the surprise dinner. and he suck his face in his shirt and started coghing and gasping for clean air,. and 1 min later his wife came into the rom and asked him to remove the blindfold, and all his friends co-workers in laws and family were there. ive nver seen anyone turn so reeeeedddd. true story lol loll
but my brother has not been able to talk to his friends since, bc hes been so embarrased, how can i help him??????????? 10 pts for good advce. please, only serious answers

awwweee hahahahhh
he will talk to his friends soon, Just let him have a few days hahaha

I’m driving home highlands at midnight and
Ferlinghetti’s playing on tape
talking Ezra Pound and baseball and infinity
and it’s silent out
there’s a pause in the poetry and
I hear this infernal crack
like Satan’s bullwhip
and in the darkly sky
like a strange and divine x-ray
a ghostly colossus lighting bolt appears
only its not so much a bolt
as a sort of spit (Satan’s spit)

this great bony arm is lying on its side
maybe even like a clothesline
and all the withering heathens
slung over like undergarments
and I look up at it
I don’t say anything
I don’t think anything
I just look

first drops drip now like messengers of wartime
and it pours
as if all the bathwater of Babylon
had been thrown overboard
and I think I’m gonna die

so I roll the windows down
and I bellow
and I think about God
and the rain bellows back
soaking me in judgment
(the road is gone now)

I see lights flicker here and there
red, white
like angels and demons roaming the land
in game or conflict
but it’s only cars and
they’re moving like vagrants in Paris
and they’re blindfolded

so I pull over
to the side of the non road
and I stop

and I sit back and I think and I stare

it’s a long time gone
and the rain against the windshield
looks like the colors of the world are melting

and then the rain stops

the clouds stop and the wind stops

and it all stops

even the mist settles like a fishing net
drifting down to ocean depths

and the world stops

and I look at the sky
and the moon is just sitting there
like an opal on some dark velvet jewelers display
my eyes drift lazy down each star
as if by rope ladder, down further down
and I’m painting pictures of vision and demigods
I see the dashboard now
I’m out of gas
and there’s faces in the wind

I like the changes you made to it.

cool poem.

The Power
Book 1- Leverage

Darren’s Story

And so we go.

By Aaron Austin

Prologue
Through the midnight darkness, a single figure runs through the woods, and goes underground. “Do you have it, Pete?” He asks the man he meets there. “Yes.” He says, as he pulls out a small gem the size of a pebble. As he hands it to the other man, it starts to glow a dazzling red. As he walks out, Pete mutters, “Nice doing business with you, asshole.” And he throws a grenade into the hole.

The darkness of the night is lit up by an explosion.

Chapter 1

“So that’s why the Shaolin Monks were the most deadly warrior of all time.” I finish. “Thank you, Darren.” My teacher, Mrs. Ryder, says. As I go to sit down, I pass my half- brother, Alec Yven. My name is Darren Evans, and I am in 8th grade. School goes by slowly. Finally, the bell rings to release us to the world. As Alec and I are walking home, Alec says, “Hey, Darren, look!” He then points at a rock about twenty yards away, and I see two small gems about the size of my fist in the rock. We run over to the rock and pull out the gems. Just as we pull them out, an odd shiver goes through my body. “Uh, Darren, we should go.” Alec says. “Yeah.” I say. When we get home, we go to talk with our dad. “Darren! Alec! How was school?” He says. “Fine,” I say, “But I wanted to ask you about these rocks we found.” Alec and I hold out our rocks for Dad to see. “Holy shit!” He yells. “Where the hell did you find these?!?” “We found them in the field by school.” Alec says. “Damn, damn, damn! This is NOT good!” “What is it?” I ask. “Those are power gems your uncle found fifteen years ago. We blew them up years ago, yet they’re still there!”

The next morning, as Alec and I are walking to school, he asks me about Dad. “Why do you think he blew up like that?” “I have no idea,” I say. “But he’s probably gonna try to destroy them again.” Just as we see our school, Alec collapses. “Alec! You okay?” I yell. “What the hell?” He mutters. And all the sudden, I fell a searing pain in my leg, and I see a knife sticking through my leg. I turn around and see a guy around the age of twenty with a dagger and a gun pointed at me, with another guy next to him picking Alec up and dragging him toward a black van behind him. As I run toward the man with Alec, I feel a pair of arms grab my hands, yank them behind my back, and tie them together with duct tape. As I try to run away, the man grabs be and stabs me through the arm. I scream so loud, tons of people look outside from their houses, and the man holding me puts tape over my mouth and throws me into the van along with Alec. As we start to go forward, I finally realize it- We’re being abducted!!

Chapter Two

After roughly two hours, the van stops. Someone comes and opens the back, and pulls us out, with us still tied up and gagged. He blindfolds us and they lead us up a hill into a house and throws us on the ground. “So, you finally have them. Did anyone see you?” A voice asks. “No, no one.” Says another voice. “What about our cash?” “Right here.” There is a sound like a bag being unzipped, then re-zipped, and then the second man says, “Nice doing business with you.” Before the men leave, they take off our blindfolds. We see a man around twenty- five, and a girl around 14, my age. The man says, “Okay, listen up, because I’m not going to say this again. I’m John, and this is Kate. If you want to live, you have to cooperate, okay? Just nod.” Alec and I both nod yes. “Good.” John says. “Take them to the back, Kate.” And with that John walks away. “Okay.” Kate says. She comes over to us and helps us up. “Come on.” She says. She pulls the knife out of my leg and bandages my arm and leg. She walks us to a room in the back of the building and ties us to chairs, leaving our gags on. She walks away. Around two hours later she walks back in. “Are you guys gonna listen and work with me here?” We nod. “Good.” She says. She comes over to us and takes off our gags. “What the fuck! What the hell do you want with us?” Alec yells. “Do you want the tape back on?” Kate says. “No.” Alec says. Kate unties us and leads us to the front room of the house. We sit on the couch across from the chair Kate’s sitting in. “Okay, listen.” Kate starts. “I’m only fourteen, your age. The only reason I’m in this is for money and power.” “What are you going to do with us?” Alec asks. “Nothing,” Kate says. “Just keep you here for a few weeks until your parents give us what we want- those stones you found yesterday.” “How do you know we had those?” I ask. “We were watching. We also saw when you two tripped and stabbed yourselves with the rocks.” All of the sudden, we hear a car coming down the street. “Shit!” Kate says. “John’s back. I’m gonna have to tie you up for now until you can come out. Okay?” We nod. Kate takes us to the back, ties us to chairs, gags us, and blindfolds us, and then leaves, locking the door behind her.
It’s made to start off with that, kind of with a BANG!!; If you know what I mean.
If you want to read all of it, email me at aaronaustin190@yahoo.com

Okay…
It went way too fast. You need to ease into the action, build up some suspense over what the gems are, introduce the characters and their relationships with each other. Also, avoid starting with dialogue, it sounds as if that was the only way you could think of starting it.

Just slow it way way down, describe things. It sounds like you’ve got an okay idea going, but you just need to give it more time to grow. I’m guessing (*guessing*) that you’re no older than 14. You just need to practice practice practice, and skill will come in time. also, read a ton. that way you’ll get a feel for how to write.

I hope I could help you out. Just remember to keep practicing

Good luck and happy writing

Edit*
If you want to start things off with a bang, start with conflict, not with the end of a presentation. but before you can introduce the conflict of finding the stones, you need to first have the reader get a good feel for your character, so they can sort of sympathise.

I reccomend starting with a small piece of conflict at the beginning. Maybe your mc hates public speaking, and so maybe the conflict takes place in his mind right before he’s about to go and give his speech. However, I dn’t know your character, so I wouldn’t be able to accurately tell you what you should do. You’re the writer, you do what you want. And if this is how you want to start your story, who are we to tell you not to do it ? Just keep writing, write write write. And also read. that will give you a feel on how to handle beginnings and things in your writing.

Tommy is playing a carnival game. Ten $5 bills, ten $10 bills, and ten $20 bills are in a box. While blindfolded, Tommy must take out one bill at a time from the box. The game ends when Tommy removes three of the same type of bills. What is the greatest amount of money Tommy can win if he wins all the money he draws?

Please Show work! Thank You!

60$

20 + 20 + 20 = 60

3 of the same type of bill, as well as most money he can possibly draw.

There are some really good basketball drill videos at www.GreatDrills.com They have Magic Johnson and Carmello Anthony showing some good shooting drills but if you want good ball handling drills check out Jason Wright, he is the king of ball handling drills. He worked with the And 1 team and the Harlem Globetrotters.

"Chief among the complaints is delaying the return of more than 250,000 displaced Tamils"
CSM needs to verify numbers because at my last count there were 220K in IDP Camps and over another 5,000 IDPs from Tamil, Muslim and Sinhala backgrounds were resettled yesterday.
Family reunification continues as appropriate depending on clearances and separation of combatants from non-combatants.
"Last Friday, President Mahinda Rajapaksa announced he would ensure the return of all refugees by January"
Actually, what President Rajapaksa said was that his target was to have 70% of IDPs resettled by the end of January.
"The government said Mr. Elder, who had said recently that the island’s monsoon rains would cause chaos in the camps, was "spreading propaganda"
The propoganda that Mr. Elder was spreading were comments related to the "months of hell" that children and combatants had to endure prior to reaching IDP facilities without any consideration for the THIRTY years of hell that they had to face at the hands of the LTTE and its recruitment and indoctrination wing - including that by fellow Aussie "Aunty" Adele Balasingham, a nurse from down under that taught women and children to be underage soldiers, suicide bombers and to take cyanide instead if surrendering - our rehab camps are full of young women who tell the stories of "Aunty" Adele.
"Treating every Tamil as a terrorist?"
We are certainly not treating every Tamil as a terrorist and in fact there are more Tamils that live in areas outside of the North and East and these people also have been terrorized, run out of their communities by LTTE and its affiliate organizations. We are daily discovering influx of LTTE from overseas, movements within and outside of IDP camps and huge stockpiles of weaponry.
""It seems absolutely racist, to treat every Tamil as if he was a potential member of the Tamil Tigers," says Suhas Chakma of the Delhi-based Asian Center for Human Rights."
Asian Center for Human Rights knows much better than casting such aspersions on Sri Lanka for this is patenty untrue.
"Only days before Mr. Rajapaksa’s comment, British television aired a video that apparently showed soldiers killing unarmed, naked, and blindfolded Tamils – which would constitute a serious violation of international law – during the last and bloodiest phase of the war."
There have been 3 independent studies done on this video and thay have all proved that the backstory, timeline and other details do not add up including elements of editing, date stamp VO and SOT.
"The footage was obtained by Journalists for Democracy in Sri Lanka, an organization made up of several dozen expatriate Sri Lankan journalists, which said the film was taken by a Sri Lankan soldier in January using his mobile phone." Even the edited version shown on British television as "original" video has a date stamp that does not correspond to the January time frame, the original on Asian Tribune indicates that language spoken by "soldiers" is Tamil, the investigation provided to the Sri Lanka government shows that there has been sound editing, discrepancy in regulation uniform and that the footage was not shot using a camera phone.
http://www.sundayobserver.lk/2009/09/20/new02.asp
3 studies by three different organizations have all proved major credibility gaps for both Journalists for Democracy and the video itself. There is also historical references of LTTE commiting such vile propoganda techniques.
http://news.yahoo.com/s/prweb/20090921/bs_prweb/prweb2910884_1
Why didn’t Tamils for Obama write a letter to Raj Ratnam???
http://www.colombopage.com/archive_091/Sep1253514383CH.html
http://www.dailymirror.lk/DM_BLOG/Sections/frmNewsDetailView.aspx?ARTID=62107
http://www.colombopage.com/archive_091/Sep1253455414CH.html
CHECK DRAFTS NOW RAJA/GENERAL F/PEIRIS/BEN B
CHECK DRAFTS NOW
GATES/RAJA/BEN B/GENERAL F/GENERAL P

it is because of deception.

I just lost a bet to my brother and now I have to be tied up while he is at the movies…I can’t leave because he is bigger than me and I have to be tied up during the movies and when he comes back….he is letting me pick how to be tied up…in hancuffs where he keeps the key and socks are over my hands so it doesn’t hurt or should I pick rope or duct tape or being tied to my bed….whichever one I choose I know that he is probably going to gag me with duct tape anyway…so which bondage should I choose…?and how am I supposed to get out of it???
I have to make my decision before 3:00 so be quick!!
I REALLY don’t want to waste a saturday night when my parents r outta town for a few days!!
PLEASE HELP!!!(and he said that he would let me watch tv…but I have a feeling that if I am gagged that I ill probably be blindfolded too..since he has total control….sucks…!

LOL.. Find a place to go before this is to go down.. Spending a saturday nite tied up sounds suky to me..

Imagine you’ve got absolutely to choose between three limitations. You may choose between one of three items to wear, every time, for a unspecified number or months, maybe even years, before you could go back to normal.
The items are:

1. A blindfold, to fully cover your eyes
2. A transparent gag, designed to enable you to show facial expression and eat, but turning every word you’ll try to say into muffled gruntings
3. Wax earplugs, completly soundproof, to block every sound

Which would you take, and why?
Guess I’ll have to translate

the transparent gag.
to not see or hear makes you too vulnerable.

The big game hunter walked in the bar and bragged to everyone about his hunting skills. The man was undoubtedly a good shot and no one could dispute that. But then he said that they could blindfold him and he would recognize any animal’s skin from its feel, and if he could locate the bullet hole he would even tell them what caliber the bullet was that killed the animal. The hunter said that he was willing to prove it if they would put up the drinks, and so the bet was on. They blindfolded him carefully and took him to his first animal skin. After feeling it for a few moments, he announced "Bear." Then he felt the bullet hole and declared, "Shot with a .308.rifle." He was right they brought him another skin, one that someone had in their car trunk. He took a bit longer this time and then said, "Elk, Shot with a 7mm Mag rifle. He was right again. Through the night, he proved his skills again and again, every time against a round of drinks. Finally he staggered home, drunk out of his mind, and went to sleep. The next morning he got up and saw in the mirror that he had one hell of a shiner. He said to his wife, "I know I was drunk last night, but not drunk enough to get in a fight and not remember it. Where did I get this black eye?" His wife angrily replied, "I gave it to you. You got into bed and put your hand down my panties. Then you fiddled around a bit and loudly announced, "Skunk, killed with an axe."

Funny! Very funny, I like it! : = ))

and what was about to happen?
I was supposed to be in complete darkness and lied down listening to some sort of brainwaves through headphones that were supposed to make me feel like I’m on drugs or something like that…

November, at a friends party. I was about to hit a pinata, instead I almost hit three people.