Well the question and the topic is a little difficult to describe so i'll do my best.
Ok, I play the trombone, I have for about 10 years. I never really payed attention to how I separate my notes, everyone always told my ';tongue'; do this do that. Recently I was wondering about it, because I found that I don't really ';tongue'; .... I started to pay a lot more attention to it, and i realized I never use my tongue.
No one has ever said anything about my sound, or anything, people have told me I have a really good sound, and that I play fairly well. By no means am I really good or anything, but i've made jazz all state etc.
I tried looking it up but i can not find anything. The only good way i've found for describing what I do is this:
If anyone whistles; when you whistle how do you separate your notes? ... Yeah thats how I do it on the trombone, or any instrument i play.
It is kind of like I separate the note with my diaphragm or throat? basically by just stopping my air flow and restarting it.
This doesn't cause me any trouble, I am just merely curious as to what I am doing.
Now mind you, I can separate the notes just as fast if not faster then someone double tonguing, I can play staccato legato etc.
My main question here is, does anyone know exactly what I am doing? Is it a really bad habit? And do you know anyone else who does this?Question about separating notes on a instrument.?
I think your analysis is sound, I am of the mind that if it ain't broke, don't fix it, and am willing to back this up with any number of pictures of Dizzy Gillespie playing the trumpet with his cheeks puffed out. But I would experiment with orthodox tonguing techniques if I were you, just to see what the differences in effect and articulation are.
Oh, and I would repost this question in the human physiology section.Question about separating notes on a instrument.?
Your question has been put in science and mathmatics%26gt;engineering which it obviously is not about. If you are looking for an answer I would repost in Music
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Can you teach someone how to whistle with two fingers in the mouth, (Real Loud)?
I can whistle, but, not real loud. I would love to hear how it's done, but, I need more info than stick 2 fingers in your mouth and blow. Where do the fingers go, which shape should I try to make of my mouth, what to do with the tongue, how hard do you blow. Who ever can describe it to the point that a high pitched whistle comes out of my mouth gets the 10 points and my sincere gratitude!Can you teach someone how to whistle with two fingers in the mouth, (Real Loud)?
hi,
i hav mastered the whistle
get ur 2 fingers 2gether.
poke out ur tounge a little bit.
gently fold tongue into backwards C.
put fingers on top of tounge and just touch the fingers together.
dont just blow. blow like your whistleing.
thxCan you teach someone how to whistle with two fingers in the mouth, (Real Loud)?
i dont know
i wanna learn too
nopeWhat are the pros and cons of hosting the Olympics in a city new hair styles
hi,
i hav mastered the whistle
get ur 2 fingers 2gether.
poke out ur tounge a little bit.
gently fold tongue into backwards C.
put fingers on top of tounge and just touch the fingers together.
dont just blow. blow like your whistleing.
thxCan you teach someone how to whistle with two fingers in the mouth, (Real Loud)?
i dont know
i wanna learn too
nope
Call me a poet as I've written another? -- Thoughts?
***THOUGH IT DOESN'T RHYME TOO MUCH, IT HAS A RHYTHM LIKE A POEM***
[Title] Call Me
Call me by name and in time, I'll come running
Call me in song and my heart writes the words
Call me in stillness and time will be halted
Call me in kindness as evilness fades
Call me by whistling sweetly, a tune
Call me and see where my face should appear
Call me in spring time, my sunlit eyes wink
Call me for summer, my hands will applaud
Call me for autumn, I fall like an oak leaf
Call me for winter, your love is so warm
Call me away and I'd go with you always
Call me back home and I'll leave you no more
Call me through daylight, I shine like a tall flame
Call me from darkness, I'll find you again
Call me in tongues I have not ever known
Call me in speech with an accent that swoons
Call me with smiles, full of laughter and grace
Call me like I've been too far from your heart
Call me if trouble should come out of nowhere
Call me if stalkers should chase you around
Call me if people have criticized you
Call me if jokers are making you sad
Call me if you are becoming one of them
Call me if tears have come out of their lies
Call me though you are three hours away
Call me regardless of distance and fear
Call me when God tells you ';He is the one.';
Call me when God says that ';You will find love.';
Call me for hours and hours on end
Call me from twilight till dusk and the end
Call me, you can if you write me a song
Call me, you must if we know that we're strong
Call me, you surely can tell by my face
Call me, you knowingly blush, turned away
Call me, you cushion my head when it falls
Call me, and I'll be unconscious once more
Call me and listen to delightful drumming
Call me and feel that distinguishing beat
Call me and see how the waltz moves the dancer
Call me and touch every tear on my face
Call me and see, my ice cream cone is melting
Call me and know love is hotter than fire
Call me should loved ones go suddenly onward
Call me when friends would leave you all alone
Call me if blissfulness sows its own seed
Call me when lilacs would blossom and flower
Call me to wash the mud off of your feet
Call me to kiss the blood off of your lips
Call me on Gondolas, strolling through Venice
Call me from high steel towers in New York
Call me beneath canvased ceilings in Rome
Call me for a rendevous in Paris
Call me, we'll wait for nobody to come here
Call me, we'll share the love under the stars
Call me at night in a candle lit ball room
Call me by day in a flowery meadow
Call me at night from the great stage of heaven
Call me by day in the seats of cliffed mountains
Call me at night by the light of the moon
Call me by day at the stroke of high noon
Call me, my sweet heart, I follow your footsteps
Call me, my darling, I race down the hall
Call me, my princess, what ever you've wanted
Call me, my dear and for you, I will fly
Call me, but not when I'm happily calling
Call me, but not when in my dreams, I'm falling
Call me and I will be calling you tooCall me a poet as I've written another? -- Thoughts?
I feel that 'call me' was used far too much. While reading it, I got bored with always reading 'Call me';..........It would have a greater emphasis with less usage.
e.g.: Call me by name, and in time, I'll come running
While my heart inscribes your words in song
And time is halted by the stillness of your words.
Call me in kindness and evil will fade away
And sing to me your whistling melody
And see where I am cast by such sonic power.
Call me, in the spring.....................etc......etc.Call me a poet as I've written another? -- Thoughts?
i really don't like some poems but that was wonderful!!!
That's a wonderful poem! You're a great writer...poet(:
I wish you like for the mere future(:
I think you'll be even more successful.
My thoughts on this is it's beautiful, You must have spent awhile on writing this one. It is put together very well. I loved it 10/10 and a million star for you.
[Title] Call Me
Call me by name and in time, I'll come running
Call me in song and my heart writes the words
Call me in stillness and time will be halted
Call me in kindness as evilness fades
Call me by whistling sweetly, a tune
Call me and see where my face should appear
Call me in spring time, my sunlit eyes wink
Call me for summer, my hands will applaud
Call me for autumn, I fall like an oak leaf
Call me for winter, your love is so warm
Call me away and I'd go with you always
Call me back home and I'll leave you no more
Call me through daylight, I shine like a tall flame
Call me from darkness, I'll find you again
Call me in tongues I have not ever known
Call me in speech with an accent that swoons
Call me with smiles, full of laughter and grace
Call me like I've been too far from your heart
Call me if trouble should come out of nowhere
Call me if stalkers should chase you around
Call me if people have criticized you
Call me if jokers are making you sad
Call me if you are becoming one of them
Call me if tears have come out of their lies
Call me though you are three hours away
Call me regardless of distance and fear
Call me when God tells you ';He is the one.';
Call me when God says that ';You will find love.';
Call me for hours and hours on end
Call me from twilight till dusk and the end
Call me, you can if you write me a song
Call me, you must if we know that we're strong
Call me, you surely can tell by my face
Call me, you knowingly blush, turned away
Call me, you cushion my head when it falls
Call me, and I'll be unconscious once more
Call me and listen to delightful drumming
Call me and feel that distinguishing beat
Call me and see how the waltz moves the dancer
Call me and touch every tear on my face
Call me and see, my ice cream cone is melting
Call me and know love is hotter than fire
Call me should loved ones go suddenly onward
Call me when friends would leave you all alone
Call me if blissfulness sows its own seed
Call me when lilacs would blossom and flower
Call me to wash the mud off of your feet
Call me to kiss the blood off of your lips
Call me on Gondolas, strolling through Venice
Call me from high steel towers in New York
Call me beneath canvased ceilings in Rome
Call me for a rendevous in Paris
Call me, we'll wait for nobody to come here
Call me, we'll share the love under the stars
Call me at night in a candle lit ball room
Call me by day in a flowery meadow
Call me at night from the great stage of heaven
Call me by day in the seats of cliffed mountains
Call me at night by the light of the moon
Call me by day at the stroke of high noon
Call me, my sweet heart, I follow your footsteps
Call me, my darling, I race down the hall
Call me, my princess, what ever you've wanted
Call me, my dear and for you, I will fly
Call me, but not when I'm happily calling
Call me, but not when in my dreams, I'm falling
Call me and I will be calling you tooCall me a poet as I've written another? -- Thoughts?
I feel that 'call me' was used far too much. While reading it, I got bored with always reading 'Call me';..........It would have a greater emphasis with less usage.
e.g.: Call me by name, and in time, I'll come running
While my heart inscribes your words in song
And time is halted by the stillness of your words.
Call me in kindness and evil will fade away
And sing to me your whistling melody
And see where I am cast by such sonic power.
Call me, in the spring.....................etc......etc.Call me a poet as I've written another? -- Thoughts?
i really don't like some poems but that was wonderful!!!
That's a wonderful poem! You're a great writer...poet(:
I wish you like for the mere future(:
I think you'll be even more successful.
My thoughts on this is it's beautiful, You must have spent awhile on writing this one. It is put together very well. I loved it 10/10 and a million star for you.
Another love poem..well..for lovers of all ages...what do you think?
During October whilst the clouds whistled through
My heart ran like black stallions across golden plains
Their hooves floating amidst flowers made rich of hue
Pink petals strumming their magnificent twirling manes
Our hands conjoin icy blue diamond rings winking
From where the Sun’s passionate gaze pierces its soul
Our voices with so much passion now forever singing
Running through these fields where dragon flies lull
How can love like ours be so mysterious yet daunting?
That makes us masters of our romantic destinies
Our past ghosts fleeting within memories so haunting
Must rest amongst grave yards forgiving twinkling seas
My knees are heavy whilst my breath remains calm
Gazing into your light deep-set brown eyes weeping
Such loving persuasion eagerly awaits within my palm
My mind twirling like nervous coins silently leaping
Forward into a magical ocean of courageous aspiration
This old superstition, “Luck, bestowed only upon fools”
Your face glowing like yellow candle-light burning elation
“Yes!” I jump for joy ignoring as gravity pushes and pulls
My physicality symbolizes mortality amongst immortals
Whilst this bitter entity brings me slowly down to earth
Distant sound of bees humming our tune silently chortles
My heart elaborating upon happiness from ashes rebirth
My beating heart spinning, one floating world of its own
While we roll around in the fields kissing and laughing
Where bountiful flowers carrying pollen of love are known
Holding your hand running, “My love, where art thou going?”
My fingers lightly press against your lips, “Let love show you”
Your amber hair flowing like mermaids against the obscure sky
Wherein we come upon a lake, therein lies a boat just for you
I take your hand, “Gentle now,” white full moon drifting nigh
My arms rowing, paddles rippling across stilled quiet waters
Your smile gleaming rich of wondrous desire and loving care
Shimmering bars swim across waves moonlight’s daughters
My breath is held, “I know nothing of a kiss, yet shall we share?”
The paddles fall against the boat’s wooden carcass with a thud
Angels speak, “true passion for love never expiates”
Crickets chirping within the wound of the howling wind
Green frogs croaking and sitting upon soft dinner plates
My hands like pick axes mining what they hope to find
Golden breasts, so tender and lonesome, needing attention
Curiosity for thirsting to know their secretive desires
A magician for love, yet again, disappearing contention
Our tongues clash and dance around romantic fires
The boat is rocking and tipping and mocking our joy
You grab my arms, clenching tight, suddenly, splash!
We both fall into the cool water, scattering orange coy
We laugh and giggle and climb reluctantly into the boat
The horizon painted the river pinkish-red, “What a view”
Thanks for your comments. I really love my girlfriend. Ella es mi inspiracion! =] Spanish for: She is my inspiration. I am also going to be posting poems in spanish! Look forward to that. Que buena duerma!Another love poem..well..for lovers of all ages...what do you think?
A very enjoyable read. You had me with ';black stallions across golden plains'; (strength) and ';Pink petals'; (sensitivity). Enough visuals to last a life time. Similarities were quite refreshing - especially liked the green frogs on ';soft dinner plates';. Bravo ♥
http://images.google.com/url?source=imgr…Another love poem..well..for lovers of all ages...what do you think?
Wow thats really, really good
You've 'got it bad' young man!
It is a beautiful poem and should impress your young lady, but remember that love is blind.
I wish you, both, every success.
My heart ran like black stallions across golden plains
Their hooves floating amidst flowers made rich of hue
Pink petals strumming their magnificent twirling manes
Our hands conjoin icy blue diamond rings winking
From where the Sun’s passionate gaze pierces its soul
Our voices with so much passion now forever singing
Running through these fields where dragon flies lull
How can love like ours be so mysterious yet daunting?
That makes us masters of our romantic destinies
Our past ghosts fleeting within memories so haunting
Must rest amongst grave yards forgiving twinkling seas
My knees are heavy whilst my breath remains calm
Gazing into your light deep-set brown eyes weeping
Such loving persuasion eagerly awaits within my palm
My mind twirling like nervous coins silently leaping
Forward into a magical ocean of courageous aspiration
This old superstition, “Luck, bestowed only upon fools”
Your face glowing like yellow candle-light burning elation
“Yes!” I jump for joy ignoring as gravity pushes and pulls
My physicality symbolizes mortality amongst immortals
Whilst this bitter entity brings me slowly down to earth
Distant sound of bees humming our tune silently chortles
My heart elaborating upon happiness from ashes rebirth
My beating heart spinning, one floating world of its own
While we roll around in the fields kissing and laughing
Where bountiful flowers carrying pollen of love are known
Holding your hand running, “My love, where art thou going?”
My fingers lightly press against your lips, “Let love show you”
Your amber hair flowing like mermaids against the obscure sky
Wherein we come upon a lake, therein lies a boat just for you
I take your hand, “Gentle now,” white full moon drifting nigh
My arms rowing, paddles rippling across stilled quiet waters
Your smile gleaming rich of wondrous desire and loving care
Shimmering bars swim across waves moonlight’s daughters
My breath is held, “I know nothing of a kiss, yet shall we share?”
The paddles fall against the boat’s wooden carcass with a thud
Angels speak, “true passion for love never expiates”
Crickets chirping within the wound of the howling wind
Green frogs croaking and sitting upon soft dinner plates
My hands like pick axes mining what they hope to find
Golden breasts, so tender and lonesome, needing attention
Curiosity for thirsting to know their secretive desires
A magician for love, yet again, disappearing contention
Our tongues clash and dance around romantic fires
The boat is rocking and tipping and mocking our joy
You grab my arms, clenching tight, suddenly, splash!
We both fall into the cool water, scattering orange coy
We laugh and giggle and climb reluctantly into the boat
The horizon painted the river pinkish-red, “What a view”
Thanks for your comments. I really love my girlfriend. Ella es mi inspiracion! =] Spanish for: She is my inspiration. I am also going to be posting poems in spanish! Look forward to that. Que buena duerma!Another love poem..well..for lovers of all ages...what do you think?
A very enjoyable read. You had me with ';black stallions across golden plains'; (strength) and ';Pink petals'; (sensitivity). Enough visuals to last a life time. Similarities were quite refreshing - especially liked the green frogs on ';soft dinner plates';. Bravo ♥
http://images.google.com/url?source=imgr…Another love poem..well..for lovers of all ages...what do you think?
Wow thats really, really good
You've 'got it bad' young man!
It is a beautiful poem and should impress your young lady, but remember that love is blind.
I wish you, both, every success.
A poem for my newer Y!A friends..please read and tell me what you think?
During October whilst the clouds whistled through
My heart ran like black stallions across golden plains
Their hooves floating amidst flowers made rich of hue
Pink petals strumming their magnificent twirling manes
Our hands conjoin icy blue diamond rings winking
From where the Sun’s passionate gaze pierces its soul
Our voices with so much passion now forever singing
Running through these fields where dragon flies lull
How can love like ours be so mysterious yet daunting?
That makes us masters of our romantic destinies
Our past ghosts fleeting within memories so haunting
Must rest amongst grave yards forgiving twinkling seas
My knees are heavy whilst my breath remains calm
Gazing into your light deep-set brown eyes weeping
Such loving persuasion eagerly awaits within my palm
My mind twirling like nervous coins silently leaping
Forward into a magical ocean of courageous aspiration
This old superstition, “Luck, bestowed only upon fools”
Your face glowing like yellow candle-light burning elation
“Yes!” I jump for joy ignoring as gravity pushes and pulls
My physicality symbolizes mortality amongst immortals
Whilst this bitter entity brings me slowly down to earth
Distant sound of bees humming our tune silently chortles
My heart elaborating upon happiness from ashes rebirth
My beating heart spinning, one floating world of its own
While we roll around in the fields kissing and laughing
Where bountiful flowers carrying pollen of love are known
Holding your hand running, “My love, where art thou going?”
My fingers lightly press against your lips, “Let love show you”
Your amber hair flowing like mermaids against the obscure sky
Wherein we come upon a lake, therein lies a boat just for you
I take your hand, “Gentle now,” white full moon drifting nigh
My arms rowing, paddles rippling across stilled quiet waters
Your smile gleaming rich of wondrous desire and loving care
Shimmering bars swim across waves moonlight’s daughters
Breath held, “I know nothing of a kiss, yet shall we share?”
The paddles fall against the boat’s wooden carcass with a thud
Angels speak, “true passion for love never expiates”
Crickets chirping within the wound of the howling wind
Green frogs croaking and sitting upon soft dinner plates
My hands like pick axes mining what they hope to find
Golden breasts, so tender and lonesome, needing attention
Curiosity for thirsting to know their secretive desires
A magician for love, yet again, disappearing contention
Our tongues clash and dance around romantic fires
The boat is rocking and tipping and mocking our joy
You grab my arms, clenching tight, suddenly, splash!
We both fall into the cool water, scattering orange coy
We laugh and giggle and climb reluctantly into the boat
The horizon painted the river pinkish-red, “What a view”
I posted this poem a long time ago but since then I have obtained newer YA friends so Ill put it up for them and those who have not seen it. Thanks for your reviews=]
Just something I wrote in my spare time
during my history class at school, last year.
Hope you liked it=]
--------------------------------------…
I am going to write another long poem.
This is one of my longer ones.
But recently I have been taking walks
in the park going out and writing little
tabs of inspiration to be used for my
next long one. POst it soon.
Again thanks!!!A poem for my newer Y!A friends..please read and tell me what you think?
amazing....i love the metaphors and details. The tad bit of humor (intended or not) at the end was a great touch.A poem for my newer Y!A friends..please read and tell me what you think?
Wow this is such an inspiring thing i should no years of experience hoope to hear more
keep em kuming! ;))
Wow
Just...wow.
That is an amazing poem.
I loved it.
i loved it or at least the first 3 words i read of it but i thinks its good you make great poems!!
My heart ran like black stallions across golden plains
Their hooves floating amidst flowers made rich of hue
Pink petals strumming their magnificent twirling manes
Our hands conjoin icy blue diamond rings winking
From where the Sun’s passionate gaze pierces its soul
Our voices with so much passion now forever singing
Running through these fields where dragon flies lull
How can love like ours be so mysterious yet daunting?
That makes us masters of our romantic destinies
Our past ghosts fleeting within memories so haunting
Must rest amongst grave yards forgiving twinkling seas
My knees are heavy whilst my breath remains calm
Gazing into your light deep-set brown eyes weeping
Such loving persuasion eagerly awaits within my palm
My mind twirling like nervous coins silently leaping
Forward into a magical ocean of courageous aspiration
This old superstition, “Luck, bestowed only upon fools”
Your face glowing like yellow candle-light burning elation
“Yes!” I jump for joy ignoring as gravity pushes and pulls
My physicality symbolizes mortality amongst immortals
Whilst this bitter entity brings me slowly down to earth
Distant sound of bees humming our tune silently chortles
My heart elaborating upon happiness from ashes rebirth
My beating heart spinning, one floating world of its own
While we roll around in the fields kissing and laughing
Where bountiful flowers carrying pollen of love are known
Holding your hand running, “My love, where art thou going?”
My fingers lightly press against your lips, “Let love show you”
Your amber hair flowing like mermaids against the obscure sky
Wherein we come upon a lake, therein lies a boat just for you
I take your hand, “Gentle now,” white full moon drifting nigh
My arms rowing, paddles rippling across stilled quiet waters
Your smile gleaming rich of wondrous desire and loving care
Shimmering bars swim across waves moonlight’s daughters
Breath held, “I know nothing of a kiss, yet shall we share?”
The paddles fall against the boat’s wooden carcass with a thud
Angels speak, “true passion for love never expiates”
Crickets chirping within the wound of the howling wind
Green frogs croaking and sitting upon soft dinner plates
My hands like pick axes mining what they hope to find
Golden breasts, so tender and lonesome, needing attention
Curiosity for thirsting to know their secretive desires
A magician for love, yet again, disappearing contention
Our tongues clash and dance around romantic fires
The boat is rocking and tipping and mocking our joy
You grab my arms, clenching tight, suddenly, splash!
We both fall into the cool water, scattering orange coy
We laugh and giggle and climb reluctantly into the boat
The horizon painted the river pinkish-red, “What a view”
I posted this poem a long time ago but since then I have obtained newer YA friends so Ill put it up for them and those who have not seen it. Thanks for your reviews=]
Just something I wrote in my spare time
during my history class at school, last year.
Hope you liked it=]
--------------------------------------…
I am going to write another long poem.
This is one of my longer ones.
But recently I have been taking walks
in the park going out and writing little
tabs of inspiration to be used for my
next long one. POst it soon.
Again thanks!!!A poem for my newer Y!A friends..please read and tell me what you think?
amazing....i love the metaphors and details. The tad bit of humor (intended or not) at the end was a great touch.A poem for my newer Y!A friends..please read and tell me what you think?
Wow this is such an inspiring thing i should no years of experience hoope to hear more
keep em kuming! ;))
Wow
Just...wow.
That is an amazing poem.
I loved it.
i loved it or at least the first 3 words i read of it but i thinks its good you make great poems!!
Does my short story sound like ';A'; material?
Pre-Ap english; Sophomore.
Does this sound like an A to you?
';Vendetta';
Whitney Claypool
A tear that wasn’t Luna’s streamed down her milky complexion as she lay crumpled and bloody upon the dance studio floor. Her auburn hair swept across the wood, soaking up most of the evidence of murder. With an alkaline taste on his tongue and the acrid smell of death in his nose, Artemis stooped down to the wintry dance floor. He picked up the only remnant of his past and present, but no longer his future. Luna, his twin, was dead - killed in cold blood. ';The Haven';, a grimy group of 24th Chromosome carrier killers, were behind the mystery the cops would soon overlook. Battle plans, weapons, and hovercrafts danced across the back of his swollen, bloodshot eyes. He lifted his sister up and turned to carry the carcass out the door, when his hip hit the old Spanish stand holding Luna’s prize possession: the indestructible crystal vase our mother gave her before she died. It was as if time had slowed down as the vase tumbled over the edge. Only this time, the vase shattered into a thousand pieces, cascading across the floor. Never before has the vase broken when it was dropped. Never before has the wrong twin been murdered.
The raging wind licked across my face as I stepped out into the desolate alley. The sky promised the fall of rain, sooner than later. As I walked toward the congested group of tourists and pedestrians, an audible hiss of “Morte,” was heard from behind one of the massive tubes that led to our recycling bins. “Death,” says Rye, as she steps out of the dark abyss, “is a cliché now-a-days. Punishment by injection is no punishment. It’s a coward’s way out.” She sneers her last sentence, taking in my protective stance from by the street. “How will you die, Artemis?”
The remainder of The Haven emerged from darkness that swallowed them whole. Among the elite group, Martin, Jane, and Damon stood before me. The portly one of the three, Martin, was shaking with anticipation for the next kill. His dagger shone with the blood of my sister, glistening under the pale moonlight. A strangled cry released from my sandpaper throat at the sight. I laid Luna on the cold street, taking my jacket off and wrapping it around her slim figure.
Martin lunged toward me with his inferior instrument of death. He sliced away, but his sloth-like movements allowed me to deflect the blows and stab him in his heart. Rye let out a strangled cry as she flew at me with everything she had. I removed Martin’s sword from his holster and met Rye’s with just barely enough time. In full attack mode, I lunged at her, pouring out all the hatred and loathe I felt for them. Metal struck, eliciting sparks from our force. Rye spun around and dived for my abdomen, but I was too quick. Taking advantage of her confusion, I used the fall to my advantage and lashed back out, slicing a huge long gash along Rye’s chest. Her clothing was in tatters, and skin covered in blood as she dropped to the ground.
My cry of glory was cut off short by an ear-piercing gun shot. Damon had shot Jane right in her head, laughing a malevolent laugh as he did it. His icy gaze met mine. “She was in the way! Besides, she couldn’t even kill your precious Luna. She couldn’t stand the sight of her. After all, you are-”
But he never finished his sentence. Instead, he hurled a pointed switchblade right into my liver, causing my vision to slowly turn black. There was a sweltering pain in my side that spread throughout my veins. It felt as if someone had lit my body on fire, scorching my insides and out as I fell to the earth. My piercing cry was drowned out by a loud ringing in my ears. Damon’s shoes clicked as he walked away from the alley, whistling to a foreign, yet familiar seven note tune.
My shouts came out as gasps as I lay frozen on the ground. The throbbing pain slowly subsided from my body and I was finally able to move. My movements were now facile, as if my 24th Chromosome had never been initiated. The lesion was now healed, no scar or blemish left in its place. I could taste the mellow and salty air around me, smell its fragrant aroma of life that came from the evening rain. My senses were heightened; everything was. I smiled to myself as I realized that, even though Damon was still breathing, so was I. I, Artemis Lyron Pentsly, was now immortal. But my grandeur was short lived as reality came back into focus. Luna needed a proper burial.
I carried my sister into the dark alley way, not looking back at the bodies that led to her death.Does my short story sound like ';A'; material?
Yes. That is stirring and disturbing. I was so upset! And it was exciting. Your choice of language is excellent, and I enjoyed all the sensory images you portrayed (eg: fragrant aroma of life that came from the evening rain...someone had lit my body on fire, scorching my insides...) The opening image of a dead dancer with her hair spread across the floor was heartwrenching.
Excellent job. I hope you get published some day!
Does this sound like an A to you?
';Vendetta';
Whitney Claypool
A tear that wasn’t Luna’s streamed down her milky complexion as she lay crumpled and bloody upon the dance studio floor. Her auburn hair swept across the wood, soaking up most of the evidence of murder. With an alkaline taste on his tongue and the acrid smell of death in his nose, Artemis stooped down to the wintry dance floor. He picked up the only remnant of his past and present, but no longer his future. Luna, his twin, was dead - killed in cold blood. ';The Haven';, a grimy group of 24th Chromosome carrier killers, were behind the mystery the cops would soon overlook. Battle plans, weapons, and hovercrafts danced across the back of his swollen, bloodshot eyes. He lifted his sister up and turned to carry the carcass out the door, when his hip hit the old Spanish stand holding Luna’s prize possession: the indestructible crystal vase our mother gave her before she died. It was as if time had slowed down as the vase tumbled over the edge. Only this time, the vase shattered into a thousand pieces, cascading across the floor. Never before has the vase broken when it was dropped. Never before has the wrong twin been murdered.
The raging wind licked across my face as I stepped out into the desolate alley. The sky promised the fall of rain, sooner than later. As I walked toward the congested group of tourists and pedestrians, an audible hiss of “Morte,” was heard from behind one of the massive tubes that led to our recycling bins. “Death,” says Rye, as she steps out of the dark abyss, “is a cliché now-a-days. Punishment by injection is no punishment. It’s a coward’s way out.” She sneers her last sentence, taking in my protective stance from by the street. “How will you die, Artemis?”
The remainder of The Haven emerged from darkness that swallowed them whole. Among the elite group, Martin, Jane, and Damon stood before me. The portly one of the three, Martin, was shaking with anticipation for the next kill. His dagger shone with the blood of my sister, glistening under the pale moonlight. A strangled cry released from my sandpaper throat at the sight. I laid Luna on the cold street, taking my jacket off and wrapping it around her slim figure.
Martin lunged toward me with his inferior instrument of death. He sliced away, but his sloth-like movements allowed me to deflect the blows and stab him in his heart. Rye let out a strangled cry as she flew at me with everything she had. I removed Martin’s sword from his holster and met Rye’s with just barely enough time. In full attack mode, I lunged at her, pouring out all the hatred and loathe I felt for them. Metal struck, eliciting sparks from our force. Rye spun around and dived for my abdomen, but I was too quick. Taking advantage of her confusion, I used the fall to my advantage and lashed back out, slicing a huge long gash along Rye’s chest. Her clothing was in tatters, and skin covered in blood as she dropped to the ground.
My cry of glory was cut off short by an ear-piercing gun shot. Damon had shot Jane right in her head, laughing a malevolent laugh as he did it. His icy gaze met mine. “She was in the way! Besides, she couldn’t even kill your precious Luna. She couldn’t stand the sight of her. After all, you are-”
But he never finished his sentence. Instead, he hurled a pointed switchblade right into my liver, causing my vision to slowly turn black. There was a sweltering pain in my side that spread throughout my veins. It felt as if someone had lit my body on fire, scorching my insides and out as I fell to the earth. My piercing cry was drowned out by a loud ringing in my ears. Damon’s shoes clicked as he walked away from the alley, whistling to a foreign, yet familiar seven note tune.
My shouts came out as gasps as I lay frozen on the ground. The throbbing pain slowly subsided from my body and I was finally able to move. My movements were now facile, as if my 24th Chromosome had never been initiated. The lesion was now healed, no scar or blemish left in its place. I could taste the mellow and salty air around me, smell its fragrant aroma of life that came from the evening rain. My senses were heightened; everything was. I smiled to myself as I realized that, even though Damon was still breathing, so was I. I, Artemis Lyron Pentsly, was now immortal. But my grandeur was short lived as reality came back into focus. Luna needed a proper burial.
I carried my sister into the dark alley way, not looking back at the bodies that led to her death.Does my short story sound like ';A'; material?
Yes. That is stirring and disturbing. I was so upset! And it was exciting. Your choice of language is excellent, and I enjoyed all the sensory images you portrayed (eg: fragrant aroma of life that came from the evening rain...someone had lit my body on fire, scorching my insides...) The opening image of a dead dancer with her hair spread across the floor was heartwrenching.
Excellent job. I hope you get published some day!
Should I stay friends with her? Read DESC.?
READ THIS ALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OK... I have a best friend. Lets call her... Mia. Mia and have been on and off BF's for almost a year and a half I think. And here are some problems I have with her:
-We would make plans them instead of me in them she would take a diff friend. After we talked it through and how fun it was going to be.
-When she gets mad at me she can never handle things herself. She has her ';real'; friends with as she would say and then act all tough.
- Her and I both talk about how we don't like the ';mexicans'; standing around like lows and home depot and by the gas stations because they are like whistling and junk. She has the nerve to say that '; i am a hypocrite because I said I HATE MEXICANS and I thought spanish was stupid'; she said that after I told her I was learning spanish. I've never said I hated mexicans no one in the right mind we be so dumb to say that about any race. Yeah.
-Her mom is like rough with her and like kinda does drugs and just got put into a mental home after mia found her o n their staircase playing with some lint... not kidding.
-Always questions our friendship like that maybe we shouldn't be friends. I heard if your real bff's no need to question it.
-People called her a racist at my school. like HEKKKKKAAAAA people like one of my other friends and ya. I don't really like racists.
-She talks about me like puts it out there and tells me that she talks about me behind my back. Ok then?
-If we were both sneaking around doing something bad she would blaim it on me. MULTIPLE times that has happened. then i would call her and ask her why she did that and the cat would catch her tongue. she'd be speechless.
-If i get mad at her -which i do for good reasons- she would ignore it and say this'; well... shouldn't i be mad at you too? you do things to make me mad.'; and im over here like ?????????????????? we ain't talking bout that we talking bout this!!!!!!!!!!so if i get mad at her she gotta be mad at me. that just dont make no sense!
-She has stolen from me, like my binder that I put my art in. and some pics of my family, and collected bookmarks. she would steal it. yeah. and more.
-i cant trust her with any secret what so ever she would just blabber it all out.
-i always give her stuff and am their for her when her mom acts up and shes sad and she starts cryin over some boy she barely know. then she say she got big plans fr us then something always pops up.
-she talks about her frinds behind their backs to me and then she would tell em that i was talking too. when i know dang well to keep my mouth shut!
-she doesnt make good descisions. i mean she dont smoke drink drugs she just yeah. not good descisions.
she would be the hippoctie cuz she says she hater perfume she wears that shnyt. she say she dont like mac n cheese that has powder she eats it anyway at school. she say she aint racist thats not what im hearin. she said she hates when people dont say by on the phone. she did that to me 20 mins ago she mad at me right now? and she started it by saying im a hippacrit. which is no the truth
-she makes up excuses to get off the phone with me saying sumtin lyk ';my mom is yellin at me im grounded for not takin out the trash.'; when i know she told me she say that to her other frinds.
-we make plans to go shoppin she wants to go wit her other frind then shye asks me when i tell her im going shoppin if she can come.
-we gonna do the talent show together, she wanna go do it wit some other chikk!
-MORE!!!!!!!!!!
-im not trying to make her look bad but she does do these things.
the new school year is starting and i want to know i should still be best friends with her. i dont really want to be just friends now that i think about it. she always comes running back to me when something. is wrong. i dont like one of her frineds and i start hangin wit em she be gettin HEKKKKA mad at me...
tell me what i shou;ld do please. i need yalls opinion thank you!!Should I stay friends with her? Read DESC.?
i would just stop hanging out with her..when school starts just stop talking to her, stop phone calls and ect..just move on she sounds like she has allot of problems..not saying your perfect but, friends are supposed to make you feel good not bad..sometimes you get stuck in a rutt and forget that but, its true ..Should I stay friends with her? Read DESC.?
no way. maybe you could be ';aqquaintances.'; but if she is going to treat you like that, DUMP HER
i Stopped Reading At You Hate Mexicans Standing At Lowes And Home Depot; Not All Mexicans Whistle Just The Pervert Ones And That's Really RACIST What You And Your Friend Says About TheM; REALLY A lot Of Trashy White GuysWhistlee And Are Pervs And Jack Off To Girls WalkingIn Frontt Of Them. So Don't Hate On Mexicans Ohkay And There At Lowes AndHome Depot Because They Fix There Shyt And Aren't Lazy And Hire Other People To Do There Yard Work/Work; You Are a HATER %26amp; a Racist Ha Wow And You Have Friends? Thats Suprising
You shouldn't hav to be worried to tell ur best friends secrets or hav to deal with her talking crap behind ur back. I hav a friend that sounds like ur best friend and we only hang out lyk strangers..we definitely aren't friends. So...no you shouldn't stay friends with her. U can talk to her but be VERY careful of what u say and do around her. And stop being dependent on her for plans and make plans with other friends (lyk she seems to be doing to you)
thats mest up im mexican and omfg this is damm long but here it goes
sounds to me like you answer your own question u dont want to b with friends but when she comes back for something ur to nice not to say no then she treats u like crab..well my best answer is that you should just ignore ur friend dont listen to anything she has to say she WILL ill change ill promis but u can ask do people change some do but some dont and she sounds like the person that dont change just use you and though u away like u never did anything for them go ur own way get away from her hope i helped
no she not a good friend she not if she keep on doing that stuff she not wroth it leave her dont talk to her or anything you desever a better friend not somone who gonna keep on talking about you .. if she talks about you then she not your friend and move on and find a better friend
Stop being an enabler. You are enabling her to run to you with her problem, treat you the way that she treats you, and everything else that is going on. She is not your friend because if she was she would seriously act like one. I understand that she has problems and she need someone to be there for her but it can't be you because she is hurting you. Set her free. That way you will have that drama up out of your life. Let her go but keep it real with her.
she's not your real friend! And i know its hard, im going through something similar!! I know you just want to hold on to her, but your gunna have to let go! Find a new best friend...I wouldnt be able to stand her! But trust me! you will be WAY happier if you and her are just ''friends'' and not ''bffs'' But try talking to her first!
I say don't burn your bridges. Just be nice to her and be there for her if she needs someone to talk to. I wouldn't be bending over backwards for her, though, because she doesn't sound like she's treating you right. Start doing other things and hanging out with other people. You'll find real friends who make you feel good instead of bad.
People will define you by the people that you associate with. She hurts you more than she helps you. Try to find new friends.
FYI: Not all hispanics are mexicans.
no!she is not worth it. i got thru 5 of them and immediatly knew that this wasn't going to work.you 2 don't get along and probably won't-ever. don't hold on to something that isn't going to work. she doesn't respect you, or treat you like a real friend. you need to have a long talk and if she reacts wrongly, end it. don't hang on to something thats not going to change!
she dosent seem to be worth it. she treats you mean. however if you stillw ant to be her friend you can just dont be best friends, you can still hang out with her and stuff though. or maybe you can talk to her.
sorry if that was no help
She sounds like bad news. Take this upcoming school year to make new friends. You don't have to drop her right away. As you're making new friends and you know for sure you're not just acquaintances with them, you can slowly stop being her friend.
Can you or someone else help me with my problem?
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I'd find a new best friend. Real best friends have your back no matter what, they're there for you through thick and thin, and wouldn't dare talk a bad word about you let alone behind your back.
No shes not worth ur time if she treats u this way. I think u shuld tell her all these things that she does and then say that u dont want to be friends no more. U obviously have other friends go hang with them some more. And its ur happiness that matters so do wut u feel is the right thing. Good Luck!
OK... I have a best friend. Lets call her... Mia. Mia and have been on and off BF's for almost a year and a half I think. And here are some problems I have with her:
-We would make plans them instead of me in them she would take a diff friend. After we talked it through and how fun it was going to be.
-When she gets mad at me she can never handle things herself. She has her ';real'; friends with as she would say and then act all tough.
- Her and I both talk about how we don't like the ';mexicans'; standing around like lows and home depot and by the gas stations because they are like whistling and junk. She has the nerve to say that '; i am a hypocrite because I said I HATE MEXICANS and I thought spanish was stupid'; she said that after I told her I was learning spanish. I've never said I hated mexicans no one in the right mind we be so dumb to say that about any race. Yeah.
-Her mom is like rough with her and like kinda does drugs and just got put into a mental home after mia found her o n their staircase playing with some lint... not kidding.
-Always questions our friendship like that maybe we shouldn't be friends. I heard if your real bff's no need to question it.
-People called her a racist at my school. like HEKKKKKAAAAA people like one of my other friends and ya. I don't really like racists.
-She talks about me like puts it out there and tells me that she talks about me behind my back. Ok then?
-If we were both sneaking around doing something bad she would blaim it on me. MULTIPLE times that has happened. then i would call her and ask her why she did that and the cat would catch her tongue. she'd be speechless.
-If i get mad at her -which i do for good reasons- she would ignore it and say this'; well... shouldn't i be mad at you too? you do things to make me mad.'; and im over here like ?????????????????? we ain't talking bout that we talking bout this!!!!!!!!!!so if i get mad at her she gotta be mad at me. that just dont make no sense!
-She has stolen from me, like my binder that I put my art in. and some pics of my family, and collected bookmarks. she would steal it. yeah. and more.
-i cant trust her with any secret what so ever she would just blabber it all out.
-i always give her stuff and am their for her when her mom acts up and shes sad and she starts cryin over some boy she barely know. then she say she got big plans fr us then something always pops up.
-she talks about her frinds behind their backs to me and then she would tell em that i was talking too. when i know dang well to keep my mouth shut!
-she doesnt make good descisions. i mean she dont smoke drink drugs she just yeah. not good descisions.
she would be the hippoctie cuz she says she hater perfume she wears that shnyt. she say she dont like mac n cheese that has powder she eats it anyway at school. she say she aint racist thats not what im hearin. she said she hates when people dont say by on the phone. she did that to me 20 mins ago she mad at me right now? and she started it by saying im a hippacrit. which is no the truth
-she makes up excuses to get off the phone with me saying sumtin lyk ';my mom is yellin at me im grounded for not takin out the trash.'; when i know she told me she say that to her other frinds.
-we make plans to go shoppin she wants to go wit her other frind then shye asks me when i tell her im going shoppin if she can come.
-we gonna do the talent show together, she wanna go do it wit some other chikk!
-MORE!!!!!!!!!!
-im not trying to make her look bad but she does do these things.
the new school year is starting and i want to know i should still be best friends with her. i dont really want to be just friends now that i think about it. she always comes running back to me when something. is wrong. i dont like one of her frineds and i start hangin wit em she be gettin HEKKKKA mad at me...
tell me what i shou;ld do please. i need yalls opinion thank you!!Should I stay friends with her? Read DESC.?
i would just stop hanging out with her..when school starts just stop talking to her, stop phone calls and ect..just move on she sounds like she has allot of problems..not saying your perfect but, friends are supposed to make you feel good not bad..sometimes you get stuck in a rutt and forget that but, its true ..Should I stay friends with her? Read DESC.?
no way. maybe you could be ';aqquaintances.'; but if she is going to treat you like that, DUMP HER
i Stopped Reading At You Hate Mexicans Standing At Lowes And Home Depot; Not All Mexicans Whistle Just The Pervert Ones And That's Really RACIST What You And Your Friend Says About TheM; REALLY A lot Of Trashy White GuysWhistlee And Are Pervs And Jack Off To Girls WalkingIn Frontt Of Them. So Don't Hate On Mexicans Ohkay And There At Lowes AndHome Depot Because They Fix There Shyt And Aren't Lazy And Hire Other People To Do There Yard Work/Work; You Are a HATER %26amp; a Racist Ha Wow And You Have Friends? Thats Suprising
You shouldn't hav to be worried to tell ur best friends secrets or hav to deal with her talking crap behind ur back. I hav a friend that sounds like ur best friend and we only hang out lyk strangers..we definitely aren't friends. So...no you shouldn't stay friends with her. U can talk to her but be VERY careful of what u say and do around her. And stop being dependent on her for plans and make plans with other friends (lyk she seems to be doing to you)
thats mest up im mexican and omfg this is damm long but here it goes
sounds to me like you answer your own question u dont want to b with friends but when she comes back for something ur to nice not to say no then she treats u like crab..well my best answer is that you should just ignore ur friend dont listen to anything she has to say she WILL ill change ill promis but u can ask do people change some do but some dont and she sounds like the person that dont change just use you and though u away like u never did anything for them go ur own way get away from her hope i helped
no she not a good friend she not if she keep on doing that stuff she not wroth it leave her dont talk to her or anything you desever a better friend not somone who gonna keep on talking about you .. if she talks about you then she not your friend and move on and find a better friend
Stop being an enabler. You are enabling her to run to you with her problem, treat you the way that she treats you, and everything else that is going on. She is not your friend because if she was she would seriously act like one. I understand that she has problems and she need someone to be there for her but it can't be you because she is hurting you. Set her free. That way you will have that drama up out of your life. Let her go but keep it real with her.
she's not your real friend! And i know its hard, im going through something similar!! I know you just want to hold on to her, but your gunna have to let go! Find a new best friend...I wouldnt be able to stand her! But trust me! you will be WAY happier if you and her are just ''friends'' and not ''bffs'' But try talking to her first!
I say don't burn your bridges. Just be nice to her and be there for her if she needs someone to talk to. I wouldn't be bending over backwards for her, though, because she doesn't sound like she's treating you right. Start doing other things and hanging out with other people. You'll find real friends who make you feel good instead of bad.
People will define you by the people that you associate with. She hurts you more than she helps you. Try to find new friends.
FYI: Not all hispanics are mexicans.
no!she is not worth it. i got thru 5 of them and immediatly knew that this wasn't going to work.you 2 don't get along and probably won't-ever. don't hold on to something that isn't going to work. she doesn't respect you, or treat you like a real friend. you need to have a long talk and if she reacts wrongly, end it. don't hang on to something thats not going to change!
she dosent seem to be worth it. she treats you mean. however if you stillw ant to be her friend you can just dont be best friends, you can still hang out with her and stuff though. or maybe you can talk to her.
sorry if that was no help
She sounds like bad news. Take this upcoming school year to make new friends. You don't have to drop her right away. As you're making new friends and you know for sure you're not just acquaintances with them, you can slowly stop being her friend.
Can you or someone else help me with my problem?
http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?鈥?/a>
I'd find a new best friend. Real best friends have your back no matter what, they're there for you through thick and thin, and wouldn't dare talk a bad word about you let alone behind your back.
No shes not worth ur time if she treats u this way. I think u shuld tell her all these things that she does and then say that u dont want to be friends no more. U obviously have other friends go hang with them some more. And its ur happiness that matters so do wut u feel is the right thing. Good Luck!
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