What do you call those types of poems and paragraphs?
Where the first letter of each line actually comes together to spell out a phrase or a word, like a hidden message inside the message?
If you know the answer to that then your next mission if you choose to accept it….is to make a poem for me that in the end spells: LAURIE AND JOHN with the first letter of each sentence.
Best one gets BEST ANSWER!
Expirences we will
Day I am
Over your kind caring
Heart that I
Now realize loves me as much as I love you
Can Jesus Christ or the Holy Spirit see everyones future in exact detail?
This question is meant in the context of – can Jesus see everyones future like he could see Lottery number results or is it unknown to him? My understanding is that he is lord and can do anything, but then Im no bible student. I know he has plans for people if such people choose to accept him and follow him, however, does he actually *have* the power to give you a detailed future log of exact events or is it mysterious even to him despite the plans?
Yup. He knew everything about us even before we were born.
“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart; I appointed you as a prophet to the nations.”
please answer!! this story any good?
When I woke up, I could feel it was too early. So, I lay in my bed and listened to the bird’s cheery song from outside my bedroom window. Whilst I listened, I tried to think through the last couple of days and what had been happening to me. I couldn’t make any sense to it; there was no point in even trying to anymore. I felt like my own sanity was at it’s end.
I checked the time on my phone, it said it was just after five a.m. Great. I sat up straight, knowing that there was no way in hell I was going to be able to get back to sleep. I headed for the bathroom hoping that a hot shower would remove the grogginess I felt.
I stood under the steaming, hot water, letting its jets remove the knots and kinks of sleep from my stiff body. I stood in the shower until the water began running cold, then I hastily stepped out and began getting ready for the day ahead.
It was coming up to six when I was finished drying and curling my hair and was dressed in my horrific school uniform. Pulling back the coats that I had hung there, I looked at myself in the full length mirror that I kept on the back of my bedroom door. I stared at my reflection, looking for any signs of a change. I didn’t look any different.
I still had my eyes. They were the same blue-green colour that could never decide whether they wanted to be blue or green, still big and round with a bold frame of thick, black lashes. I still had my hair, long golden locks that I curled every day, my cheekbones, my strong but female nose, and wide-ish mouth. I looked exactly the same. I wasn’t even sure what I was looking for. I mean, what did I expect? That I would change over night into to some freaky monster or something? I took one last look at myself before turning away. Nope, still me.
It sounded as if I was totally insecure about my self or something, when in reality (unless I really am going crazy) my body had been changing. Taking advantage of my spare time, I logged onto my laptop, hoping I might find a cause or some medicine or something.
Symptoms- Paling, anger, rock hard muscles when angry, dreams, when talking to someone have visions of hurting them, heard voices when near someone
I sighed as I clicked search, thinking I would find mental help services or something like that. The first few results where ads, selling anxiety medicines and mental help sessions. The Rest was more helpful, sort of. I clicked on the first link-
Are you feeling tense? Like you’re going crazy? Come and talk to Aunt Rosie! She’ll help you sort things out without judging you! Just £100 pound a session!
This was not helping me feel hopeful at all; too expensive and not helpful! I clicked on the next link, expecting more of Aunt Rosie.
Instead, I found list of terms and conditions:
IF YOU ARE TO PROCEED YOU MUST NOT-
*TELL ANYONE ABOUT WHAT YOU DISCOVER.
* YOU MUST NOT TAKE THIS UNSERIOSLY.
*YOU MUST USE WHATEVER YOU DISCOVER WISLY.
IF YOU ARE TO PROCCED YOU MUST-
*TREAT THE OTHER MEMBERS WITH RESPECT.
*ONLY USE THIS FOR YOUR OWN PURPOSES, NOT ANYTHING ELSE.
* KEEP THIS TO YOURSELF.
ACCEPT (* ) DECLINE( )
I choose accept, slightly wary of these strange rules but curios as ever. I was sure what to expect, but when a chat room called DISCOVER appeared on my screen, I was shocked. A chat-room? The choice of servers available to chat on where even stranger.
*Blood lust (14 posts- 17 online)
*Physic (2 posts- 3 online)
*ghostly (32 posts- 68 online)
*where at full moon (74 posts- 0 online)
* Symptoms (9 posts- 21 online)
*Bitten (34 posts- 23 online)
I stared, dumb struck at the screen for at least five minutes, until snapping into reality. Was this… for real?
There is no ‘advanced’ vocabulary, however it kept me interested which in my opinion is all that matters for a story.
The only things i would change are : I couldn’t make any sense TO it ( should be OF )
They were the same blue-green colour that could never decide whether they wanted to be blue or green
(Blue and green twice in the same sentence is abit to much, try something like) They were the same blue-green colour, that could never decide exactly what hue they wanted to be.
Im not the best writer so im sure you can come up with a better sentence then that though lol.
The final bit is : YOU MUST NOT TAKE THIS UNSERIOSLY. Unseriosly is not a word, although in your story it could be seen as part of the ‘is it real’ scenario, but id probably just change it anyway.
Either You must take this seriously, or, You must not take this slightly.
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