Goodbye cruel internet asked:


Was he american guy or what……curiosity

TheEvilDrSushi asked:


OK, truthfully, its like 16pages, you could just read an excerpt tho, if you start from the begining, please bear with me, it is not that well written

Chapter One

Chione looked up from the silken shentis she was washing. It was a beautiful day. Ra’s blinding light shone down from the clear blue sky onto the Pharaoh’s garden, reflecting off the clear, blue pond. The newly watered roses glistened and the grape vines gracefully twined around the towering palm trees. Occasionally a date or two would fall down, and if Chione was lucky enough, she’d catch one. Tall, brick walls surrounded the entire garden, and the only way you could see into it was to look through the just as tall, just as magnificent golden gate.

A few paces away, she saw some young boys laughing and playing with the youngest of all seventeen of the Pharaoh’s sons, Chisika. Freedom, something she had wanted ever since her first day as a slave, at two inundations old. Both her parents had died, leaving her as an orphan. It was the Pharaoh’s tenth anniversary as being a pharaoh, and the orphanage’s head woman gave Chione to him as her gift. Chione sometimes remembered little things about her past life, her mother’s hair, her father’s voice, and most of all the overflowing affection they gave her.

Life as a slave was dull. It was hard; if work wasn’t done right, you would get whipped quite often. Others yelled at you. You were nothing. A beetle under a sandal, waiting to get squashed. Same routine, every day. Wake up, eat breakfast scraps, wash whatever clothes that needed to be washed, eat evening meal scraps, wait outside the queen’s room until clapped for, eat dinner scraps, then go to bed at the servants’ quarters.

She had naught but one friend, Reshed, the palace kitchen boy. A boy of fourteen inundations with dark brown hair and hazel eyes that reflected kindness. He was rarely seen without a smile and he could cheer any miserable soul. They spent as much time together as they could. They told one another everything, they snuck through the secret passages together they, played mischievous pranks on Wati together, they-

“STOP DAYDREAMING GIRL!”

Chione snapped to attention and tensed when she saw that it was Wati. Nonchalant Wati, arms crossed, leaning on the doorway’s frame, with a bored expression on her face and a superior air to her. She had long, lustrous black hair and heavily painted eyes. Her leather sandals were neatly strapped. Her new, clean dress was tied off onto one side. Being a servant had many advantages, and one of them was having better clothes and sandals to protect their feet from the hot ground.

“Go away, Wati!” and Chione flung a nearby rotten fig at her. She knew that she shouldn’t, especially at the head servant, but she couldn’t help it.

Wati screamed, a guard looked up, a whip came out, it all happened too fast, and next thing she knew, there was a lash across her back. Two seconds later she felt the searing pain, as if someone had drove a hot knife down her back.

“Oh, Sature, thank you but it really wasn’t necessary” Wati said in a honeyed voice that fooled everyone but Chione.

“I am doing but a guard’s job”

Chione hated those words as much as she hated Wati, for they always meant that she was in trouble. Daughter of a jackal she thought flirting with one just to use as a tool later, while she only has eyes for Pharaoh, she scowled, the swine.

After a half hour of washing and scowling and bearing the pain, she got up and walked over to the palace, basket full of shentis balanced on her hip. Her bare feet crunched on the hot gravel, and a cold breeze passed through her short, sleek, brown hair. After a few minutes, her feet touched the hard, cold, marble floor of the palace and she turned toward the stairs to the palace rooftop- Clothes dried much faster there. She glanced back at the gardens, and thought of how much she wished to be free. She looked forward and suddenly bumped into a figure. Wet shentis and honey cakes flew everywhere, and two youths fell to the ground.

“Watch where you’re going you-” but she stopped in mid-sentence, for she had bumped into Reshed.

“Ast!” he exclaimed” Chione look at what you’ve done, Nekonkh will kill me!”

“Ai! Reshed I am so sorry!” Chione bent down to pick the honey cakes up.

“No use now, Pharoah’s desert is ruined”

Chione gasped, she assumed they would be put away until the inundation feast. Forget Nekonkh, what would Pharaoh do? He was not in a very gracious mood; he was having a hard time of finding a wife for his eldest son, Ramses.

“Well maybe you can bake new ones” Chione desperately groped for an idea.

“Chione there is no time” just as Reshed finished his sentence, they saw that there, standing before them was Pharaoh. They had not heard approaching footsteps over their quarrel. Their foreheads automatically pressed against the hard, cold floor, bowing out of respect.

One look at the honey cakes made his

daisy asked:


that’s on the 103rd floor of the Sears Tower in Chicago.
Glass floor that juts out from the building.
Glass walls
Glass ceiling

IT WON’T BE ME, FOLKS ! I GUARANTEE.
Do you have the nerve or the stomach?

My ’smooth criminal’ asked:


I’m writing a story. I don’t know ANY publishers etc. I’m 13. So are there any processes or anything? Please suggest an e-mail/website where I can send it to:
Do you think I could get published? Here’s a rough sample:
Screams amongst the mass of dark mist. Loud roars, echoing thunder, striking lightning. And then… a loud wail. A baby’s cries chilling the sky. My breathing uneven, I squinted into the darkness.
“Jeremy!” a scream echoed around, so heavenly, yet pierced with the dark knives of fear. “Mum,” I muttered picking myself off the hard ground and running through the hell of blood and bones that was to be my home from now on.
“NO! Jeremy, stay away! Don’t…” The scream pierced the darkness one last time, when death’s shadow swept the body off the fallen hell on earth. The confusion fed the black tongues of flames licking against the terrain of anguish.
The darkness threatened my heart, prepared to give way. I recalled my mother’s shining face one last time. Ready to give way to the thirsty depths of hell. “Goodbye,” and then it came to me.
Why did my mother and father give their pure souls to the lords of hell? To keep me safe. Why did they leave their footprints amongst those who died fighting the ruthless? Me.
They wanted me out of the hell this land offered. Giving my life to it wasn’t going to repay them. “I have to fight,” I stuttered. “For their sake,” struggling I pushed myself of the rocks, denying the tongues of death what they so dearly thirsted for.
“I’ll keep… on fighting, I won’t let them…uh… take me,” the words slipped through my dry lips into the atmosphere, giving of hope amongst the sea of blood and agony. Groaning and straining, fighting the pain, trying to heal the scars and bruises, and the scar in my chest the recent death had carved I struggled to find a way out of the borders of Tenjoku, hell.
Spears of iron rip through the air, I duck. It missed me by inches. The searing pain in my hips moaned in suffering, as if a knife had been forced through the gaps, tearing away at the flesh and scarring the bones.
“They’re going to attack!” screamed a young warrior. A few years older than me. The future this land offered wasn’t very promising. “Who?” I gasped, not of terror. But the scars toughened my voice, splitting my vocal cords apart.
“The demons!” he yelled at me. “Demons? There aren’t such…” and then out of nothingness a malformed beast burst out of the shadows, clearing it, yet making it even harder to see.
A dog, no, the dog seemed to be twenty times larger than a lion. I stared at its fur, splattered with blood. Its snout gushing out fire. Its eyes swimming with pure hatred. It eyed the humans, towering over them, seemingly stroking the moon; it gave of a harsh laugh and snorted.
Flames flew out of its nostrils. Miles away I could feel them burning my skin, blackening it. I could hear it howl, but my eyes seemed to be rotting. The fire must have had some strong gas in it.
Tears started forming, but as they fell to the ground they were red, clearly above boiling point for smoke was clearly rising from it, small wisps yet they were there. I could no longer see the reason my parents had given away their lives.
I was going to die right now whether I like it or not. This is only one demon and I’m sure it’s weaker than the rest for I could already hear the victorious roars of hell’s lords.
More screams, roars, heavier mist, foul stenches in the air then… black-out.
I’m Jeremy Emerson. Normal name you’d expect from a normal kid with normal parents and a normal life. Not me. My life was dammed the second I opened my eyes. My future has been ripped apart in front of my eyes. My reason to live stolen away from me.
All I could remember from my past were two things: The terror of Tenjoku and my mother’s angelic lullaby. The only thing in this world that kept me alive. Knowing your parents are dead is one thing, but knowing they were killed by harsh lords from hell is another.
I don’t know what they were like. I can’t quiet recall anything about them. My past is a mystery and it shall always be so. My future is crystal clear though…suffering. The sort of future a child born in hell would be pledged.

Do you need to be of age?

White Sox asked:


(If it even gets started of course)

Here is Chicago’s skyline as it is:
http://www.richard-seaman.com/USA/Cities/Chicago/Landmarks/ChicagoAtNight1.jpg

This skyline is often known as one of the best in the world.

Here is a picture of the projected skyline with the Chicago SPire:
http://sustainabledesignupdate.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/chicago_spire600.jpg

And I believe the Spire would not be as lit up as in the picture.

The Spire would be more than 500 feet taller than the Sears Tower.

What are your thoughts on the skyline? Better or worse with the Spire?

Hannah asked:


I know i am going to Chicago cuz my mammaw lives there. 3 of my other family members are going. I am definaltly going to the zoo, feild muesuem, aquarim, sears tower, and I have no clue where else were goin… my mammaw is rich so thats why we are goin….

Bree(: asked:


:/

patticharron asked:


MSNBC is running a promo about the upcoming inauguration of BO. The overly dramatic t.v. spot claims, “Years from now, Americans will ask, ‘Where were you when Barack Obama was inaugurated?’”

I find this fascinating, to compare the inauguration of this con man to a world-shattering event that will go down in infamy.

People remember where they were when Pearl Harbor was bombed or when Roosevelt died or when Kennedy was killed or when the Challenger exploded or when Princess Diana died and or when the Twin Towers came down.

But no one remembers, save for the immediate family of the president himself, where they were during any one inauguration, unless of course they were actually at the inauguration.

While I find the notion that the details of BO’s inauguration are something that the world will sear into its collective brain, I do love the fact that it is being credited with the potential to have the same impact as an enormous world tragedy, which of course it is.

In ten or twenty years, do you think you will remember where you were and what you were doing on the day BO is crowned?

RDG78 asked:


…or other tall buildings with top-floor restaurants? For that matter, do any of them have observation decks such as you’d find at the Sears (not “Willis,” regardless of what anybody may say) Tower in Chicago or the Empire State Building in New York? Thanks to those who take the time to answer.
I love YA’s crazy category suggestions. They recommended putting this in the Japan section.

HomeworkDummy asked:


(act silly for best answer. i am looking for a laugh)

1. What would you do if your mom grounded you for saying hi to her?

2. What would you do if you fell off the sears tower and landed on this really fat dude who saved your life, but you didnt save his? he died.

3. What would you do if someone stole your car and then called you and told you every single piece of information about him and then told you that he stole your car?

4. What would you do if your friend was in a snowball rolling down a hill about to die?

5. Girls only: What would you do if your dog or cat peed on your prom dress that cost over 1000 dollars?

Guys only: What would you do if you were a girl and your dog or cat peed on your prom dress that cost over 1000 dollars?

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