I’m 16 and this is a joke story I’ve written to give to my friend. I want to impress him because I kind of fancy him, and I was wondering if you could help me tweak it a bit? I’m not a writer AT ALL so it’s not brilliant and it’s kind of nonsensical (the latter is kind of on purpose though ).

"I’ve just watched this shitty film starring Robert Pattison as Salvador Dali.
It was really, Truly horrible.
Then something really strange happened. One minute I was glued to the screen, fascinated and repulsed by Robert Pattison’s stupid potato face, the next……

Huh? I felt a strange sensation on my left foot. I looked down. A strange, metallic liquid had dribbled onto my middle toe, preceded by an onslaught of more metallic globules landing plip plop onto my foot, raining down rhythmically in succession. A mini metallic shower in my own living room. Perplexed and frightened, I looked up to the ceiling. Oh my god.

The clock screwed onto our wall had doubled in size, and was melting rapidly. I say rapid, but the process seemed to be skewed by a distorment of time itself, appearing both quick and extremely slow at the same time. I ran out into the kitchen. All the clocks were melting, and that strange sense of timelessness was heavy in the air once more.

It was like I was walking through a dream.
The real Savlavor himself suddenly sprouted out of a vase, his limbs stretched back in forth in ryhtm with an unknown beat, and I’d like to say his face was pallid, but I can not truly describe the colour I was faced with at that moment . It was a totally new colour, from a colour wheel unlocked in some dark recess of my brain which had been long forgotten at birth.

Now he stood, very much real and alive, in front of me. The Hollywood hologram vision on the screen behind him seemed laughable now, even more so then this peculiar image before my eyes.

In that bizarre fast-slow motion, Salvador turned to the screen to gaze at Robert Pattison’s stupid foot face. He was staring at his own image, into his second soul (made of play dough, this time).

Salvador turned to face me. He brought out a picture of Cedric Diggory and began to cry.

"Don’t cry Salvador!" I cooed, as he stood there, hunched over the picture (which was old and tatty, evidently it had been brought out many times before).

"Cedric is alive. In our hearts. In here".

I smiled weakly and touched his heart. Then he looked at me in the eyes for the first time. We fell in love and had many deformed 40 feet babies . The end.

This is funny. =)

Horror/suspense. The title may have had the words "minutes" and "midnight" in it, since the tagline was something like "It is ten minutes [to/before/till] midnight." The book is about a girl that comes to stay with a family with children, who are possibly cousins, possibly not (I don’t recall) in a house with a grandfather clock that’s broken, but has its hands showing 10? minutes to midnight at first.

As the book progresses, a bleakness, reflected in the weather, which grows chillier and cloudier/rainier, pervades the house; strange, increasingly unsettling things happen; and the hands of the clock slowly move toward midnight.

Also, there are four blurred waxy marks on the kitchen wall that slowly resolve themselves into letters as the book progresses, finally spelling out the word "SOON."

I don’t remember what happens next, but the book ends with a new couple buying the house on a sunny day, the clock with its hands way away from midnight now.

A little out there, but perhaps any teachers or other bookworms will be able to help. Or anyone who’s never moved and lost their books. Thanks!

Could it be "Three Minutes to Midnight" by Mildred Davis?

http://www.amazon.com/Three-Minutes-Midnight-Mildred-Davis/dp/B000MNGRAW/ref=sr_1_3?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1300571830&sr=1-3

So, I took a nap. And in my dream ..I was thinking to myself, "Am I just half asleep or dreaming?" When I figured out I must of been dreaming, I just went along with it. I was at my friend’s house listening to her talk about something..kind of reliving something that happened a few years back. I was still able to think to myself, not really control my actions. But then she said, "Oh btw you know I’m babysitting!" Then two little kids came from a different room annoying the hell out of me. XD

Yeah anyways, so they started to play this horrible horrible song.. I was wondering if it was playing in real life or the dream, so I woke myself up out of curiosity and because it was annoying. When I woke up there was no sound at all. But, that’s the first time I had a dream where I was actually able to think in the dream. Normally when I’m aware I’m asleep I automatically wake up.

ALSO, when I woke up, I tried going back to sleep so I closed my eyes. Normally when I close my eyes I just see darkness and maybe some lights every here and there from the lights on in the room. But, I actually saw a picture. It was dim at first and got brighter and brighter and started to zoom in. It looked like a kitchen wall, with a clock and a note next to it. (weird..i know) Before it continued I opened my eyes because it startled me. Then I closed my eyes again nothing happened. -.-

So did I have a Lucid dream??O.o or something close to it. And do you have any idea what was up with the image I saw? Sorry for so much reading. >.<

Hey Snax,

‘Lucid dreaming’ is about remembering and controlling your dreams. It seems you did remembered your dream but you controlled it partially. Good controlling of your dreams is possible and it can be achieved with practice and meditating in a few weeks.

Although there are some techniques to make you better remember of your dreams, the first thing you should do, is get relaxed before you fall a sleep and meditate while repeating the sentence "I will remember my dream".

You can also use the mp3 file that is on this site and find more info:

http://www.i-dose.us/dose/en/9/Lucid+dreams/0/

Good luck !

Chris.

alphabets and can recognise pictures,he points those objects in house which are in the printouts which i have personally made for him eg , watch he shows the wall clock,umbrella he shows the umbrells hanging in the house ,same with fan,fish sun,ball,bat etcccc.Soes not know numbers yet but when i wash his legs i tell him to tap his legs on the cloth outside the washroom and count till 10.My concern is he is yet not started TALKING but can understand each and every possible thing .He aslo know in which dabba our maid keeps chappati today morning a crow came and started shouting he ran in kitchen and pointed the dabba and told me to give chappati for the crow..He dances on beats on various songs he likes it ,he watches tv who indiacate with children characters , he is fond of TABLA and also plays in the house he stops his other activity if he hears a tabla getting played on the TV.Some questions i read of parents saying that thier children can talk i m worried about this .Im a working women and my husband tooo but only in the house i can teach him as everybody else is from marathi medium in laws and other sisters they also teach him as I do .Plz let me know about my query

I’m sure your child is fine, you don’t have to worry. He is indeed behind schedule for the average child, in that most children start producing words around 18 months, although they don’t form actual sentences or use grammar, but it doesn’t mean anything that he hasn’t started talking yet. The part of the brain that controls speech is the Temporal Lobe, which contains Wernicke’s area (in charge of understanding language) and Broca’s area (in charge of producing language). Since he understands words, it means that Wernicke’s area is working perfectly well, and the probability of Broca’s area being defective while the rest of the temporal lobe is working well is very low. If you want, you could set up a game where you give him things that he wants (rewards) for SAYING words specifically, which would force him to use this part of his brain and make it grow. In any case, don’t worry, it sounds like your son will be a good scientist!

…Tom got out of the bus and the frosty wind lashed his face. He ran to one of the houses and by pushing the door with his shoulder he got in the warm room. The chamber was a living room and a kitchen at the same time and at the bottom there was an old black stove that was giving the only light in there. Tom threw his jacket on the sofa, stood in front of the cupboards and after taking out some sausages from the fridge he started prepairing the dinner.
The clock on the wall has just rang for eight time when the door opened again and in the room got another man. He was tall and thin, with cold unshaven face and big brown eyes which were now downcast. He shaked off the snow of his umbella and looked round.
"Hi uncle Frank!" Tom greeted and carefuly turned the sausage in the pan.
Uncle Frank mumbled.
"How did it go?" Tom asked worried.
"Bad. They said that I need to have a job to save the house." he said and lied back in one armchair near the stove.
Tom looked down…
Sorry for the mistakes but English is my second language… If you like the story please write me, if you don’t say your oppinion. I need it!

I like it so far! Really good considering English is ur second language..