Do you like this story so far. I need a title too so if you have any ideas.

By on September 20th, 2009

It was dark and cold, no cold didn’t even describe temperature as the chill ran its icy finger up my spine. I was vaguely aware that I was alone, but alone where. I felt around me and my hands came in contact with something warm. I let me hand sit there letting it absorb the heat of the liquid. Then I smelt it, I look down to see the crimson stain of blood on the ground. That’s when I became aware of the ache in my head. I reached back to my head and felt more of the warm liquid, I was suddenly dizzy but I knew I had to get up. I found my feet and forced myself vertical looking around as I did so. On one side of me there was a red brick wall that seemed like it had been battered by a tornado but on the other side there was a door. It was black and it blended in almost too much for me to recognize the shape of the handle, but it was there. I ran across the short distance and reached for it trying to escape the cold, but when I touched the doorknob it felt as if the world had frozen over. My hand dropped automatically shying away from the wintry feel. My head pounded and my knees buckled beneath me, I knew I had to get out of this place, to get some help for my head, but there was nowhere to go. I turned around, my head and stomach churning, and saw a faint silhouette of a muscular person about six feet tall with his back turned. I ran awkwardly towards him frantic to have some sort of company in this sinister place. I stumbled down the alley, tripping over the holes in the ruined concrete, skinning my knees and hurting my head father. If only I could see his face, then I would be okay, but the only image I got was the back of his head. I called out to him as if it would make him stop, as if my life mattered to him, and I realized that was the reason I was running. I had to get out or I would die. When my faint screams reached his ears he turned his head slightly so I could see one piercing green eye. That’s when I realized this man wasn’t going to help me, he was the reason I was dying.
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Pale light danced across me eyelids daring me to awake. I opened my eyes halfway and realized that the shrill sound of my alarm clock going off was what disturbed my peaceful sleep. I reached over to the red and white clock that sat on the brown table beside my bed and hit the off button. The smell of bacon and eggs, coming from the kitchen I was sure, rose up and woke me completely. I jumped out of bed and flew to the curtains, I cracked them open to have my guesses confirmed, it was the first day of summer vacation. I ran down the spiraling stairs almost tripping over my dog as I did, I didn’t stop to check on him in my hurry to the kitchen.
I reached the gleaming room in under a minute, a record time. I took in the white cabinets and granite counter tops. This was a sunny place, a happy atmosphere. Everything had a place, from the pots and pans to the junk in the trash can, and that fact comforted me. I turned to see a man standing at the huge black top stove. He had jet black hair and he turned his head just far enough so I could see on cat-like green eye. For some reason the thought pulled up a memory that was not yet developed. I pushed it back and started my examination again. The man was wearing a “Kiss the Chef” apron and a green shirt poked out from underneath it, I knew him from somewhere other than the obvious reason, for he was my father, but there was something else and the undeveloped memory popped up again. I was concentrating hard when he finally spoke.
“Good morning Bay, and how are you doing this morning.” my dad’s cheerful voice called.
“Very good and what about you my kind sir.”
“I suppose it is better now that you are up, I was rather lonely having no one to share this food with.” He said mock sadness filling his sweet tone.
“Well don’t worry I have that all taken care of.” I responded.
“I don’t know Baylyn, I have cooked up quite a feast, I hope you can eat it all.”
I grimaced, I hated when people used my real name. My mom, when I was born wanted me to have a unique name, since well hers was so common. She wanted her baby to be her own person, to have her own life, or that is how she put it. Unfortunately, I would have rather had a name that was common, like Madison or Becky, but whenever I would complain she would just shake her head.
“Dad, didn’t you agree to just call me Bay from now on, I thought you had it down for the longest time.” And that was true, he was doing good about calling me by my preferred name even though I know it cut him deep not to be able to use my formal name. That was the only thing of my mother he had left, the only real memory. Well, I guess that’s how it works, when a parent dies, the other one always keep a little too careful of a watch on you like fate is going to yank you away at any second. But it wasn’t fate that took my mom; no it was worse than any type of fate. No one deserved this no matter what they have done in their pas

Does anybody else’s cat do this.

By on September 19th, 2009

Every time anyone walks into the kitchen he follows them and when they’re doing something at the counter or something he stands right behind their feet waiting to trip them up when they turn around. Its so annoying. I can’t understand why he does this. My sister joked that he thinks hes a football cos hes black and white and my dad has the football on the tv all the time so hes picked up ideas. lol. Also when were eating he sits under the table and rolls around and bites our feet. Can someone please tell me why my cat seems to want to be kicked.
I’ve tried feeding him but he doesn’t always eat it so i don’t think thats it. Also if i fed him every time he did it he would be a very fat cat.

What kind of hardware would best suit this kitchen.

By on September 18th, 2009

Ok, Im remodeling my kitchen and am planning on doing a sage green for the walls with cream white trim and soft yellow accents. Neutral light colored tile. The cabinets are currently white and will probly be painted to match trim. Hardware for cabinets.

Can anyone design or remodel a homeowners home to accommodate aging person or compensate for any disability.

By on September 17th, 2009

My friend wantsstart a small business to paint exterior and interiors of homes, and make small changes or updates to made the homesowners home more disability or aging more comfortable/ and accessible. Such as wider doorways and lower kitchen sinks, build wheelchair ramps.(Texas)

New Roommate troubles.am I overreacting.

By on September 16th, 2009

I just moved into a new four bedroom apartment. The complex chooses roommates to live in the other rooms, so I am just meeting them. Finally my first roommate showed up late last night. I said a quick hey, chatted a bit about where she was from, offered to help her move in, and then called it a night and headed back to my room for bed. All of the stuff in the apartment is mine so far since the others have not moved in yet.

So I wake up this morning and she is on her way out. I say good morning and she leaves. Next I head to the kitchen.and I find an open bottle of wine on the counter. Also, there is my new dishtowel from my mom, drenched in red wine, thrown on the counter. I turn around and nearly my entire roll of paper towel is gone (clearly there was a spill). So i rushed to put the towel in the washing machine before it was permanently ruined and thought ok, no big deal, its not her fault she spilled I guess. :/

Later I also realized that she opened up my brand new sealed box of pots and pans and used them all to cook and then put them somewhere random. I also found out that she had used my tools without asking. Is it weird that I feel a little annoyed and/or pissed. I mean I am totally cool with sharing, but I felt it was really rude for her to just go through my stuff and use it without asking…especially when we JUST met last night and are pretty much strangers. I mean she used all of this last night. Especially the part where she ruined my new towel and left it on the counter… ): she didnt even mention using any of my stuff or ruining my towel today.just acted like nothing happened.

Im not super angry or anything.just a little irked…I mean seriously.

Or am I just being too touchy about this…
in response.I actually didn’t even have time to talk about rules/sharing yet. We only talked for 5-10 minutes because it was so late.

Do you know this film.

By on September 15th, 2009

The film is about a woman who is in a violent relationship, they live in an incredible modern house on a beach and to escape the relationship she goes out and pretends to be swept away by the sea.

Unfortunately, her husband discovers the wedding ring she had flushed away down the toilet and goes after her.

She is happily getting on with her new life, when one day she opens her kitchen cupboard and all of the sudden the cans have been lined up and she knows her husband has found her.

ITS REALLY SCARY.

any ideas.

best Granite color for white cabinets.

By on September 14th, 2009

What color granite goes best with white cabinets and appliances. Thinking about baltic brown, but wondering if it will be too much of a contrast. My dinning room set is black iron glass top. Please post kitchen pics.

Probably a dumb question-but I’m wondering about my kitchen cabinets.

By on September 13th, 2009

I’m wanting to paint my kitchen cabinets white; they have never been painted before-I believe they’re oak.i was wondering if we could just clean, sand and prime them or if we have to put the white paint over the primer. I haven’t done much painting so does the primer look bad or just like white paint.

How did your parents punish you.

By on September 12th, 2009

when you were little.

my dad kept me and my brother in line, cause if we were bad we had to trudge our own green mile, by that i mean we had to go to his room, get lectured, walk down the hall (which seemed ten miles long when you were going for the tool he was to punish you with) into the kitchen, grab a breadboard and walk back to him in his room and hand him the board that he would then proceed by beating us. it was terrible, but it works
props dad.
hahaha, and also, once my dad grounded me (to my room, a real punishment) for like a month, after beating me, and i stuck my head out the door and my dad ninja jumped like 20 ft all the way down the hall and slaped me senseless befor he hit the ground
oh, and if i cried he would hit harder and say “i’ll give you something to cry about”
.i think if you don’t hit your kids (not violently) they won’t listen and they will walk all over you. although i’m not a parent so that might not be true.

What do you look for when choosing a daycare.

By on September 11th, 2009

After a few years of practicing social work I am already burned out. It has turned out not to be my real calling. So I am now pursing a career in child care. Opening a home daycare to be exact. I have had many years of child care experience both in a child care facility as well as being a nanny.

I plan to remodel the entire downstairs of my home into the daycare, including two napping rooms, a small kitchen, bathroom, arts and crafts area, dining area, and of course a lot of room for play.

So my question to you all is this: What do you look for when selecting a daycare for your child as far as the provider, the space, and so on. The more specific the better.

Thanks and have a great day.
Edit: Great first answer. Just what I’m looking for. Thanks.