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September 22, 2009

What is with the American Indian/Native American obsession?

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In the past two weeks, I have been surrounded with the stupidest people I have ever come in contact with. And they’re all obsessed with people who they THINK have Indian ancestry.

Example 1-Some lady recently gets the results of her genealogy research and a guy asks her "Are you part Indian?" (even though he CLEARLY overheard her results, as we were assisting the researchers). She chews him out and says "I have fair skin and fluffy hair. I am sorry I do not fit your stereotype of an African American woman. Furthermore, just because I have a dash of Indian blood does not mean that I am going to run off and claim to be "part-Indian," because I am BLACK. I know who my true ancestors are, and no percentage of Native American or European blood is going to change who I call MY people."

Example 2-While watching footage of the Jackson family’s variety show, two fools (my neighbors, who I thankfully, do not attend college with) say "Michael and Jermaine’s afros was so pretty and curly" AND "Rebbie was hot, man! Look at those cheekbones! She looks just like her mother, you know they’ve got Indian in their family!"

They obviously knew that I was upset, because they were quick to say "Not trying to insinuate anything negative! I researched it online, and there ancestors were held by Indians, so they really ARE black and Indian."

Now, as a mixed-race person (black dad/native indian mother), I realize that it’s hypocritical that my first reaction was "Who cares?!" I am sick and tired of fools like this home and abroad acting as if black guys can’t have pretty hair unless their "part Indian." That black women can’t be attractive unless their "part Indian." That I am so pretty because I’m "half Indian." So I basically retorted with "If you think it is uncommon to find people whose slave ancestors were held by Indians, you need to learn history. And I’m sorry to disappoint you, but until Native Voices magazine and indiancountrytoday.com start reporting on Michael Jackson’s passing as have Jet/Ebony magazine and blackamericaweb.com, I think the Jackson’s identify as African American."

Because honestly, people can’t just LOOK at a person and say "No, they don’t have any Indian ancestry!"..because looks can be deceiving and people don’t know others’ ethnic background unless they ask. And even if the Jackson family and other black families do have Native ancestry, they’re just descendants, because they’re not "enrolled." (but I really don’t wanna get into all the political stuff)… In other words, the ancestry is THERE, it may be present in facial features, but it really doesn’t define how you identify.

**I merely used the Jackson’s as an example to further magnify this, so in responses, you don’t have to necessarily address them when responding.

What are your opinions on the incorporation of Native ancestry when used to "clarify" beauty and other aspects?

September 20, 2009

Looking good for a girl who looks good for you?

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Hey everyone.

Whenever I go out with my beautiful girlfriend or if we’re spending time together I feel quite guilty. The reason for this is that she always goes to so much trouble to look perfect in her eyes. A little make-up, beautifully styled hair, perfect clothes, grooming, figure, body hair managed, maintaining her figure etc.

I try to look good as a guy, but all I usually do is manage my facial skin, put on semi-decent clothes, good oral and personal hygiene etc.

I know she does what she does to feel good about herself, but she’s also admitted she does it for me too. I feel like she’s doing so much to look amazing and I’m not doing much at all to do so. I feel that if she’s putting so much effort into this aspect, then I should go to more trouble.

How do girls feel about a situation such as this one?

How much do girls expect their guy to do to in this department?

I’m a caring guy and I like to give back what I get :)

September 18, 2009

Will you help me with my story?? Advice, comments, please??!?

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IVE MADE MORE CHANGES! I KNOW ITS LONG BUT PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE READ EVERYTHING!

Ok, so I have this story and the first time I recieved comments saying it was too much like Twilight. Well, after some major self-esteem boost, and WONDERFUl help from a friend, I reconstructed, and I want to know if it’s still too much like Twilight. I’ve got the same idea ((read link)) http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=Ap0RiI6hc_BnJOuCcwt8YXvty6IX;_ylv=3?qid=20090304150715AAc7Dwh but these are my changes:

I’m making it to where the family looks even more normal. There are going to be two seperate households, _____ and ____. Not saying names here. They will have two "guardians" and look like normal kids, which will look even more regular as them dating. The story is the parents have been friends for a long time, and their kids just decided to date. But I’m still going to refer to them as one "clan" of merpeople. And the two female guardians stories are basically going to be they have been friends since they were children, and the two male guardians are going to be brothers ((but the humans don’t know that…because none of them are actually related except for those two males and two other characters)) so it’s okay for them to date. But like I said, the humans don’t know the two male guardians are brothers, so it seems normal that their kids are dating.

I’ve decided to change her uncle Ron, to becoming an aunt Rhonda, who is sort of hectic and wild. But really caring and stuff. And Lilly and Kate will be very familiar with Rhonda – they’ll have their own rooms, they’ve stayed there over summers before, it’s nothing foreign.

And, The skin of the merpeople will be somewhat disguised. It won’t have that blue appearance to the rest of the humans, just Lilly and Kate ((because their meant to be merpeople))

And I’ve changed Ron’s, now Rhonda, and the two male merpeople guardians jobs to marine biologists ((they were originally surgeous)) and they will just go work at an aquarium in a bigger city and occasionally travel on business trips out of state.

The ending — I’ve changed it to when my two main characters are in the water, and the Hawaiian comes up and sees them, my main character will quickly sense him and get out. They will never take my main character away, instead they will stay at home, and my main character will get these dreams of the Siren girl ((she is with the merpeople, but she’s "purebread" Siren)) luring her into the water with her voice. That is how she will reach her death, but she doesn’t die!! The end is secret! :]

So, is still too much like Twilight??

OH!

and is it a big deal that she moves there, and that the merpeople already live there?? I mean does that aspect trigger your mind to Twilight?? All I’m saying, is that I don’t see why it’s a big deal that she moves there, and she meets them at school. Is that something i should change??

Will you help please?? Is it still too much like Twilight??
No, this is the first book I’ve ever fully accomplished. I would atleast try to get it somewhere. Of course I’m not just writing it for myself!

September 14, 2009

hahaha….how to be attractive?

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So, I’m very self-conscious, as you might have gathered. I don’t know why I care, but I feel so ugly most of the time. I have grey-blue eyes and golden-blonde wavy hair down to my shoulders. I have acne all of the time, except on rare occasions. I use Maybelline dream matte mousse foundation, mineral power loose power and finishing veil and estee lauder blush. The problem is, in my bathroom I have excellent lighting, and it makes me look better than I really do. (hahaha) I don’t know whether I’m using the wrong makeup, using too much, or doomed to be unattractive no matter what I do. I have INCREDIBLY oily skin.

I’m pretty overweight, at least I think I am. I wear a size 13 and I am 5′9. My legs and butt are quite the opposite of lean, but my stomach is pretty flat and my breasts are 34 D. I can’t seem to find clothes that accent the RIGHT features of my body (har-dee-har) and that also fit the guidelines of my school’s uniform. Always a collared shirt, no denim and no tennis shoes.

And, finally, social aspects. I always find myself in a situation when people expect me to say something and I either 1. Say nothing and look dumb, 2. Say something and look dumb, or 3. Walk away and look like I don’t care. Especially around guys, I seem to always say the wrong thing. Thanks in advance for advice!

Also, I’d appreciate it if you gave a more lengthy answer to address ALL the aspects of my question.

September 12, 2009

South Florida Women Assuming I’m Gay – Why?

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HELP! So here’s my problem: Over the past few months I’ve had a few occasions where the women I’m meeting ask me or assume that I’m gay. This has happened on two occasions where alcohol was involved, and one where she was stone cold sober.

This happened again last night in Miami Beach where I’m sitting on a couch at this small indie club, tired of dancing and unsuccessfully attempting to strike conversation and/or dance with a handful of girls at said bar. I’m sitting on the couch, a or so cushion away from this random guy…not talking, just doing the whole head-nod and thinking to myself "Well, at least my friend I dragged out met someone!" ( …seems like I’m always having this problem too, but that’s a post for another day) and out of nowhere this incredibly hot brunette plops down between me and the other gent on the couch.

I could tell that she was sloshed, as she started running her hands down my thigh and the guy to her left’s thigh. Of course as a straight man, pleased to finally see a female showing him interest this evening, I don’t mind(and apparently neither did the other guy!). This girl, Julie, turns to me suddenly and asks –

"Why aren’t you dancing…are you gay?"

My world crumbles.

So I look her in the eye, trying my best to minimize what must have been an obvious look of embarrassment on my face, and say "No, I’m not. I’m straight…and I think you’re smokin’ hot."

Her attitude changes completely after that, she starts playing with my hand I reciprocate her playfulness, meanwhile she starts ignoring the other guy on her left (mind you, as I said, she was obviously pretty drunk so I didn’t take our flirting as anything meaningful). So she turns to her friend who is standing not too far in front of us, and explains how he’s gay…then asks me AGAIN if I’m sure I’m not gay (the NERVE, yo!?!).

I re-explain to her that I’m not, and we continue our mild flirtation ’til she finally gets up and goes to her buddy; and they vanish into the throng of people never to be seen again for the rest of the evening.

So at this point I’m mildly annoyed, and go to my friend who’s obviously having a much more successful night. I socialize with him and the girl he met for the rest of the night, whilst trying to regain my sober groove (I was designated driver for the evening) and forget the slap in the face to my heterosexuality.

What am I doing wrong?

I’m 25 years old, and I admit to the fact that I am one of those dreadfully shy guys when it comes to women. I’ll jump out of an airplane, or speak to a crowd of people, …hell I’ve even grabbed my acoustic guitar time to time and played before a group of total strangers. But when it comes to women, especially those I’m interested in and have yet to speak to, I become ridiculously and unreasonably nervous; though these past few months I’ve been looking to change this aspect of my behavior.

I’m tall (6′3") black (light skinned, Jamaican background) and consider myself reasonably handsome. I like to look good when I go out, and have been told my fashion sense is reasonably strong. and I fall prey to the social stereotypes that is being a "well-spoken" black person in America can carry. One of those ironies where occasionally people will make an ignorant statement based on assumptions about my ethnicity due to fact that we well-educated black men are few and far between (Obama…PLEASE help to show America we black folks don’t all rock ignorance).

I try to genuinely love all people, and can talk to anyone (except those attractive women that intimidate me) when the mood strikes. I consider myself the type of guy that doesn’t make assumptions about people without getting to know them first, and thus it’s usually pretty easy for me to make friends. I also tend to speak openly about most subjects (which can sometimes cause issues as there are a few subjects which can spark my fiery inner protester). One of my best friends and former roommate is gay, and I think the gay community is pretty awesome overall! …I just don’t want to be thought of as being a member of it.

My "style" (if you prefer labels…to all non-Floridians we can be kinda shallow down here…FYI) is that of a "indie" guy (-NOT- "emo"), minus the tats and mussed hair. I don’t go for mainstream often (though I don’t really care if you or anyone else does); and last night I was dressed fairly sharp in a vintage dress shirt, jeans, and loafers. Because I’m so tall, and carry myself with confidence, I tend to get noticed frequently. I’ve had friends tell me that "girls AND guys" are often checking me out…but I am unfortunately oblivious to these affections (the females are my chief concern, however!).

Finally, I consider myself intelligent, but my social skills – especially those in the domain of meeting women – are sorely lacking. I can be a bit of an alpha male at times, but I try to avoid acting arrogant or controlling with my friends and the people around me.
I’m a man of words and action, and I believe myself to be a natural leader. I have an awesome job as a developer for a software company.

So, with all these blessings, what am I doing wrong?

*I’ve got a hot girl throwing herself at me and thinking I’m gay.

*I’ve got this painful shyness I’m trying to overcome so I can meet more women and break free of my shell.

Yahoo! Community…please help me? I’m stuck…and I think I took last night more to heart than I want to admit to myself.

My romantic life has been in the gutter since I ended a bad relationship in February of this year, and I’m really interested in meeting a new woman to make the days and nights a little less lonely. :)

What do I need to do to prevent this from happening in the future (and help myself MEET a girl)…without acting like a complete phony?

PS.

If you read all of this – I salute you!!

September 10, 2009

Is this story intresting (i am only 13 so..)??? The story-?

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Prologue

The morning sun broke through the mountain landscape. The birds sang a merry rhyme as the flowers rose toward the sun. The winter frost was gone, replaced by the awaking of spring.
Deep in the Pindus Mountains was a little stone cottage where a little girl called Lolita lived with her grandfather. The little girl sat in the library. The library in fact was not at all as grand as it sounded. Dust covered each and every furniture like a blanket of snow in a winter morning. A damp smell hung in the air and limited windows forced Lolita to carry a lamp.
She opened her book of the world outside. As she read about Greece she could smell the rich smoky air and hear the bustling of the crowded street. She also read about the great heroes of the wars.
A pang of pain made her wince as it reminded her of her parent’s death. Her parents had died in a raid in a village far away. Lolita and her grandfather rarely ever spoke of her parent’s death. She had been a little child when she was left in his care after their death.
Before her dear grandfather soul left to Hades’ he was able to tell her something. Something that changed many lives in the greatest war the world had ever seen.

Chapter 1

Bitter tears strolled along her cheek and dripped of her face leaving marks upon her grandfather’s shirt. Her heart felt like it was sinking into her body and her blood pounded all over her body. Her pale skin was flushed and her eyes were red from crying.
Then after all the sorrow was wept out of her anger raged inside of her. How could he not tell her! She had a brother! Her tiny fist slammed against the oak floors and her amber hair fell over her face. She ignored the pain flaring in her fist.
She had to find her grandfather’s letter! It was garrenteed to be somewhere. As she calmed her mind down her mind clicked. Of course the only place he would hide it. She ran up the stairs the floors creaking under her in encouragement. She busted into his bedroom, opened her grandmother’s flower jewellery box. And there it was. The yellow page letter written in the same italic writing of her grandfather. She sat on the bed and opened up the envelope.

Dear Lolita

Due to you reading this letter I assume I have passed from this world into Hades’s domain. I want you to know that you are one of the few people I have been open up my heart to and love. I remember the smile the first time I looked upon you. The pleasure it gave me to see you walk on the solid oak floors with certainty. And I will always remember the love you showed me every morning as I woke up to the smell of you cooking. And I want you to know that I love you in this life and the next.
Though my heart is paining so much on the aspect on what I am going to write you must know the truth. Your dear brother is alive. I thought they were all dead but word came from Greece of a boy named Patroklos. A boy adopted by two loving people and rose until they died in a tragic accident. He was then looked after by someone called Achilles. A boy with the green eyes of your father and the brown hair of your mother. I knew then. I could not tell you. You were too young and then the time never came.
My dying wish is for you to look for him. Look for him and unite with your long lost brother. For my sake do so.

Everlasting love
Ajax

Lolita eyes stared open in shock and the letter slipped out of her hands. Her face gleamed with sweat. What would she do? She knew what needed to be done inside of her but could she. A gleam of determination gleamed in her eyes, I will find Patroklos. She vowed for her grandfather. I will!
She packed her clothes and mounted her black horse Midnight. Suddenly a great wave of pain came across her she rested her head against the soft warm mane and stroked the flanks of the horse. She stared into the trees of the forest. I will find you she whispered into the darkness of the woods and rode of.

Chapter 2
Grey clouds rolled into the sky and she looked up with dismay. She was young but even she was old enough at that age to know a storm was coming. A big one of that. Lolita sat under the trees thinking of suitable possibilities. She could not stay in the forest. No, there were too many trees. She had to find shelter. She mounted the great black stallion and rode of down the path.
Rain dribbled from the heavy grey clouds. Before she knew it lightening flashed around her. The seductive whispering of the wind urged her to sleep. She knew she could not. To sleep in such a time would be suicide. She clinged on to her unstable mount. The stallion was young and nervous and jumped at every site. The muddy path was a danger in it self.
She leaned forward and put her forehead upon the black mane trying to clear the fogginess in her mind. Lightening struck a tree nearby. The nervous black stallion reared up leaving Lolita on the muddy ground and then bolted into the nearby tree.

The sword master long blond hair was tied into a ponytail

September 8, 2009

can someone please edit my essay on diversity?

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I am a mixed individual. My mother is mexican and my father is black. However, I spent my life under the sole care of my mexican mother. So, this is an important part of my heritage. I grew up in Southern Texas and I enjoyed learning too speak two different languages. I also enjoyed speaking Spanish and the opportunity that I got to learn to speak Spanish fluently. I have grown up entirely comfortable with my biracial background, and I am proud to be seen as black even though even if it is not how I view myself.

Even though most of my features looked Black, people would often stereotype me because of the way I looked. My hair was curly and kinky. People would look at me and see that I was African American. But in my mind, that is not who I was, I am both Black and Mexican and I would like to be seen as both. People outside of my family would stereotype me so much. Simply because my skin complexion was darker than there was or the texture of my hair was a little thicker than there was. So, for the first time, when they heard me utter one word in Spanish, they automatically would say "You know how to speak Spanish because you learned it in school". I would respond that my ethnic background was of Spanish decent. People still assume that I am from some island or from Puerto Rica. I learned that people need to stop with all the assumptions based on stereotypes from a particular race and actually take the time to learn more about that person, where he or she is from. From this experience alone, I learned never to stereotype anyone. I am the type of individual that I am so inquisitive to learning about people’s culture and backgrounds. This can make our lives that much more enriching. We all need to open ourselves to interacting with others that are different from ourselves to learn that it can be an interesting environment to be a part of.

Diversity is more than an individuals race and ethnicity. It is about our unique personalities, ways of looking at things, viewpoints, and perspectives. Throughout our lives, we are going to meet people who we interact with either in our work environment or where we live that are different from ourselves. We need to put aside our differences and focus on what each individual can contribute in terms of strengths and capabilites. The world would be a boring place if we all thought alike. I learned this from individuals from different cultures and backgrounds. We are all the same but different. We are the same because we all human beings that deserve to be respected for who we are. Our ideas, personalities, perspectives and ways of solving problems may be different from one individual to the next. There is nothing wrong with learning to view ideas and problems with a new, different perspective. Therefore, we need to be open to learning what individuals from different cultures are about and why they believe as they do. We are all different and can learn to embrace those differences with respect, compassion, and integrity.

I have often found myself with what race do identify myself with? Choosing to identify with one race more than the other is plain ludicrous for me. My physical appearance can look more Black than Mexican but I have chosen to honor all those components in me by embracing them in different aspects of my life in California.

September 4, 2009

My feet have been numb since yesterday morning, any ideas of what it could be?

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So, yesterday morning, I went to scratch my foot, and noticed that I couldn’t feel it! I can feel it, but not on the surface (of my skin). It’s totally numb. It’s only on the top of my foot, towards the outer edge. And it’s not affecting my walking at all, or foot movement. I also noticed, yesterday afternoon, that my other foot had the same thing going on, to a lesser degree. They aren’t swollen or a different color, although, for the past few days I did notice that they looked a little red (but it’s so cold out and I’ve been wearing flats and high heals without socks, so I chalked that up to the weather), but now they’re a normal color again.

I have both of my feet tattooed but I wouldn’t attribute anything to that. One is a year and a half old and the other is 6 months.

I have a sort of odd diet, as well. I wouldn’t go as far as to call it an EDNOS, though. Sometimes I eat normally, sometimes I eat the same thing for weeks on end, and sometimes I don’t eat at all. OK, so it sort of is, but I’m figuring that out on my own. Also, recently I went from a vegetarian diet to a vegan one. So my eating habits have changed drastically, and I know how they can affect every aspect of your body.

When I exercise (this only happens when running, or jumping jacks, jumping rope, etc. . . basically anything that puts my entire body weight on my legs), I get a weird pain in my shin. On the side, sort of like a cramp but it’s so pinpointed and stabby-achy I know it’s not. This has been going on for a while, though, and I haven’t thought much of it.

I used to get huge migraines when I was in highschool that made me sick, but I haven’t had one in a while, but even when I do, it’s usually when I’m stressed out (and midterms are over, so I know it’s not that, and I might lose my job thanks to the economy but it’s a part time gig, so I’m not sweating that and on the relationship front, I don’t even care right now, haha). But yesterday, I got such a bad headache at work that I could barely drive home (it affected my eyesight (I need glasses to drive anyway though)) and then I got home and my headache was so immense that I almost vomited. I fell asleep around 11 probably and woke up around 9. . .. I usually only get a few hours of sleep (because of school and work) but 10 hours is still a really long time! After I woke up, I feel fine.

While I’ve been working the last few days (I’m a cafe barista), I’ve noticed that I can feel my heartbeat below my thumb, and even see it pulsating.

So, basically, everything I wrote I think could be relevant. I’m on the brink of being 21 (3 weeks) so I’m not at an age where it’s normal to have these issues and I’m not obese or anything. I wear the same shoes I’ve been wearing for months. My dad has diabetes, but not the genetic kind and he got diagnosed with it in the last few years.

So: Any ideas what it could be about?
Thanks!

P.S.-Sorry this was so so long!

September 2, 2009

PLZ HELP ME WHAT DO YOU THINK?

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*SOME PEOPLE SAY ITS REALLY BAD BE AS HARSH AS YOU WANT*

Prologue

The morning sun broke through the mountain landscape. The birds sang a merry rhyme as the flowers rose toward the sun. The winter frost was gone, replaced by the awaking of spring.
Deep in the Pindus Mountains was a little stone cottage where a little girl called Lolita lived with her grandfather. The little girl sat in the library. The library in fact was not at all as grand as it sounded. Dust covered each and every furniture like a blanket of snow in a winter morning. A damp smell hung in the air and limited windows forced Lolita to carry a lamp.
She opened her book of the world outside. As she read about Greece she could smell the rich smoky air and hear the bustling of the crowded street. She also read about the great heroes of the wars.
A pang of pain made her wince as it reminded her of her parent’s death. Her parents had died in a raid in a village far away. Lolita and her grandfather rarely ever spoke of her parent’s death. She had been a little child when she was left in his care after their death.
Before her dear grandfather soul left to Hades’ he was able to tell her something. Something that changed many lives in the greatest war the world had ever seen.

Chapter 1

Bitter tears strolled along her cheek and dripped of her face leaving marks upon her grandfather’s shirt. Her heart felt like it was sinking into her body and her blood pounded all over her body. Her pale skin was flushed and her eyes were red from crying.
Then after all the sorrow was wept out of her anger raged inside of her. How could he not tell her! She had a brother! Her tiny fist slammed against the oak floors and her amber hair fell over her face. She ignored the pain flaring in her fist.
She had to find her grandfather’s letter! It was garrenteed to be somewhere. As she calmed her mind down her mind clicked. Of course the only place he would hide it. She ran up the stairs the floors creaking under her in encouragement. She busted into his bedroom, opened her grandmother’s flower jewellery box. And there it was. The yellow page letter written in the same italic writing of her grandfather. She sat on the bed and opened up the envelope.

Dear Lolita

Due to you reading this letter I assume I have passed from this world into Hades’s domain. I want you to know that you are one of the few people I have been open up my heart to and love. I remember the smile the first time I looked upon you. The pleasure it gave me to see you walk on the solid oak floors with certainty. And I will always remember the love you showed me every morning as I woke up to the smell of you cooking. And I want you to know that I love you in this life and the next.
Though my heart is paining so much on the aspect on what I am going to write you must know the truth. Your dear brother is alive. I thought they were all dead but word came from Greece of a boy named Patroklos. A boy adopted by two loving people and rose until they died in a tragic accident. He was then looked after by someone called Achilles. A boy with the green eyes of your father and the brown hair of your mother. I knew then. I could not tell you. You were too young and then the time never came.
My dying wish is for you to look for him. Look for him and unite with your long lost brother. For my sake do so.

Everlasting love
Ajax

Lolita eyes stared open in shock and the letter slipped out of her hands. Her face gleamed with sweat. What would she do? She knew what needed to be done inside of her but could she. A gleam of determination gleamed in her eyes, I will find Patroklos. She vowed for her grandfather. I will!
She packed her clothes and mounted her black horse Midnight. Suddenly a great wave of pain came across her she rested her head against the soft warm mane and stroked the flanks of the horse. She stared into the trees of the forest. I will find you she whispered into the darkness of the woods and rode of.

*SOZZ I KNOW ITS REALLY LONG BUT THANX!!!!!*

September 1, 2009

What do you think of this preface and chapter 1 of a story i wrote?

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Prologue

The morning sun broke through the mountain landscape. The birds sang a merry rhyme as the flowers rose toward the sun. The winter frost was gone, replaced by the awaking of spring.
Deep in the Pindus Mountains was a little stone cottage where a little girl called Lolita lived with her grandfather. The little girl sat in the library. The library in fact was not at all as grand as it sounded. Dust covered each and every furniture like a blanket of snow in a winter morning. A damp smell hung in the air and limited windows forced Lolita to carry a lamp.
She opened her book of the world outside. As she read about Greece she could smell the rich smoky air and hear the bustling of the crowded street. She also read about the great heroes of the wars.
A pang of pain made her wince as it reminded her of her parent’s death. Her parents had died in a raid in a village far away. Lolita and her grandfather rarely ever spoke of her parent’s death. She had been a little child when she was left in his care after their death.
Before her dear grandfather soul left to Hades’ he was able to tell her something. Something that changed many lives in the greatest war the world had ever seen.

Chapter 1

Bitter tears strolled along her cheek and dripped of her face leaving marks upon her grandfather’s shirt. Her heart felt like it was sinking into her body and her blood pounded all over her body. Her pale skin was flushed and her eyes were red from crying.
Then after all the sorrow was wept out of her anger raged inside of her. How could he not tell her! She had a brother! Her tiny fist slammed against the oak floors and her amber hair fell over her face. She ignored the pain flaring in her fist.
She had to find her grandfather’s letter! It was garrenteed to be somewhere. As she calmed her mind down her mind clicked. Of course the only place he would hide it. She ran up the stairs the floors creaking under her in encouragement. She busted into his bedroom, opened her grandmother’s flower jewellery box. And there it was. The yellow page letter written in the same italic writing of her grandfather. She sat on the bed and opened up the envelope.

Dear Lolita

Due to you reading this letter I assume I have passed from this world into Hades’s domain. I want you to know that you are one of the few people I have been open up my heart to and love. I remember the smile the first time I looked upon you. The pleasure it gave me to see you walk on the solid oak floors with certainty. And I will always remember the love you showed me every morning as I woke up to the smell of you cooking. And I want you to know that I love you in this life and the next.
Though my heart is paining so much on the aspect on what I am going to write you must know the truth. Your dear brother is alive. I thought they were all dead but word came from Greece of a boy named Patroklos. A boy adopted by two loving people and rose until they died in a tragic accident. He was then looked after by someone called Achilles. A boy with the green eyes of your father and the brown hair of your mother. I knew then. I could not tell you. You were too young and then the time never came.
My dying wish is for you to look for him. Look for him and unite with your long lost brother. For my sake do so.

Everlasting love
Ajax

Lolita eyes stared open in shock and the letter slipped out of her hands. Her face gleamed with sweat. What would she do? She knew what needed to be done inside of her but could she. A gleam of determination gleamed in her eyes, I will find Patroklos. She vowed for her grandfather. I will!
She packed her clothes and mounted her black horse Midnight. Suddenly a great wave of pain came across her she rested her head against the soft warm mane and stroked the flanks of the horse. She stared into the trees of the forest. I will find you she whispered into the darkness of the woods and rode of.

I am only 13 so i am not that good grammer wise. Please critisise as much as possible.

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