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where would my court be at if i got in a car accident in hoffman estates on barrington road and golf?
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i lost my ticket and don't know where court is for me. i'm assuming rolling meadows but i called the courthouse like five too late so i wasn't able to get my info


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How to live off minimum wage?
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i make a little over minimum wage, 9.5/hour but after taxes its more like 8/hour i live in the northwest suburbs(palatine, rolling meadows, shaumburg), which is fairly expensive plus its cook county which has the highest sales tax in the nation. so how could i live alone with making that much?? i dont need TV, although i would want internet im not willing to get a roomate im already pretty good at cooking, and would be happy to learn new recipes i dont go out that much i would need a car to get to work, so is it possible? any tips and suggestions would be great


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am I right to assume that you live in chicago.. I am getting this from the cook county..right? I make 8.50 an hour and I live just fine.. learn to shop at the dollar general store.. and the dollar menu is perfect. (but not everyday as it may not be healthy.). try to NOT have a car payment or credit cards,, you can still have cable.. you just don't need 100 channels.. my lowest cable bill was 12$ just for the basic..and internet in my town has a lot of 'hot spots' so if i didn't have it at home I could find it free somewhere.. there are tons of ways to make ramon soup different..

Should I keep on writing?
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I have got some negative comments so can you tell me how it is and rate it through one to ten. SORRY IT'S SO LONG! “Hello?” I called wondering where I was and how I got here. “Help!” I screamed hoping someone would hear me and save me from this nightmare, but no one did. The moon was the only source of light and every time I took a step I could hear someone behind me taking a step too. But when I turned around there was only darkness. Darkness that you can feel. I am walking down the side of the road in complete silence looking for any sign of life, but there is only rubble as far as the eye can see. Then I saw a man leaning against the side of a brick building that looked like it just got hit by a wrecking ball, but he was a man that could save me from this nightmare. So I ran up to him like my life depended on it. “Please! Please you have to…” I stopped cold when I touched him. He was as cold as ice. My eyes narrowed as I looked closer. His skull was cracked opened pieces of his brain was bulging out and his shirt was drenched in blood. Then I looked closer, the skin from his arm was peeling off leaving his flesh fully exposed. I opened his eye lids. His eyes were dilated and blood shot red. Blood streaming down his emotionless face. How could anyone live through that? I thought. Then I realized he was dead. I ran away not caring how he died or who killed him. I ran away from his fate and petrified that it would become my fate if I stayed around. While I was running everything seemed to be going in slow motion letting me see every little detail. There was a giant bright yellow ‘M’ laying in the middle of the road. Then there was a faded billboard with a person wearing a blue cap and mask, with a little girl with smoke covering her body and a burning building in the distance. I was forced to stop, by a tree and the taste of blood instantly filled my mouth. Then everything got blurry and dizzying, and everything turned black. There was a girl with short red hair, texting someone and holding the hand of a little girl with a pink bow in her hair and a white dress covered in pink flowers, walking in a meadow. There were many versions like when her hair was down or her dress was yellow instead of pink, but it always ended the same. The ground splitting apart and giant waves coming between them was splitting the two girls apart. The water drowning the older girl, while younger one was screaming, “Japan! Japan!” The dream kept on repeating it’s self until. I woke up forced to face reality. My eyes opened and I could tell that it was day and I would be safe, but when my vision became clear I wished it would have stayed blurred. There were hundreds of them, some with minor cuts and bruises. Then some worse than the man laying against the brick building, but they were all dead. I walked back slowly, worrying that a serial killer was on the loose. But I stopped when I felt cold flesh press against my body. I turned around to face a corpse of a little girl with her eyes still opened and blood pouring out of her mouth. I automatically ran in the other direction. Then the ground started to shake and I was paralyzed on the ground unable to get up. Then a little pink bow fell in front of my face and everything came rolling in like an old film, of my car not working, me and Tilain walking to her school, the water coming and splitting us apart and Tilain screaming, “Japan! Japan!” and how I couldn’t save her. Chapter One – Work I just turned 14 But don't let it effect your answer


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Hmmm 10 being amazing and 1 being meh, I'd give it a 5.5? I think you have all of the elements of the story intact, but you just need to pull it together with fluidity and more "showing" rather than "telling." Try to avoid changing verb tenses, and try not to say "you" unless it's a character speaking or thinking it! Mostly though, I think you just need to avoid "telling." Here's an article that should help a ton: http://jerz.setonhill.edu/writing/creative1/showing/ :D Also, here's a little example rewrite of the beginning! :) “Hello?” I didn’t know where I was, or how long I had been there. I tried to stay calm, to try to process what was going on. Finally, my nerves got the best of me. “Help! Please! Can someone hear me?” Silence. No one came to my rescue. The moon was my only source of light, but each time I stumbled forward, I heard a step being taken by something behind me. When I turned to check, my eyes met only darkness. But this wasn’t any kind of darkness—it was something tangible and thick, like oil… a arkness that I could feel.

Take this personality poll?
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1) Hot pink or jungle green? 2) Introvert or extrovert? 3) Giver or receiver? 4) Spontaneous or routine-based? 5) Friendly or cold-hearted? 6) A day out on the boat in the summer or a day skiing on the mountains in the winter? 7) Would you rather see a broadway musical or a band of your choice in concert? 8) Wake up and seize the day or sleep in and let the day seize you? 9) Make love under the stars in a secluded, grassy meadow or make love in a secluded area in your car during a rain and thunder storm at night? 10) Travel to a 5-star, all-inclusive spa and resort on a beach in Mexico or travel to Brazil to float down the Amazon with a guide according to your own plans? 11) What would you rather spend your money on: traveling or "toys" such as new cars, stereo systems, etc. 12) What's more important: religion or politics? 13) What does your life revolve around: your job or your aspirations, goals, and desires? 14) Open-minded or stubborn as a mule? 15) hip hop, reggae, rock and roll?


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1.Jungle green 2. Extrovert 3. Giver 4.Sadly routine based 5. Friendly 6.Boat in summer 7.Band of my choice 8.Wake up and seize the day 9.Secluded grassy meadow 10. Brazil 11.Traveling 12. In the overall scheme of things,neither of those things are very important to me. 13. Aspirations,goals and desires 14.Open minded 15.Rock and Roll

can i have some feedback on my short story?
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I'm 16 years old and a beginning writer, be gentle heh heh As Seen Through the Lens I rolled out of bed, the view was nice, central park…slightly frosted from the cold. I moaned out my complaints of early morning grog as I shuffled towards my closet wardrobe to pick out today’s outfit. Stylish, but snug as well to keep out the cold that seemed to have consumed New York City this early morning. I slipped on my shoes and grabbed a cold slice of pizza from the fridge as well as my camera on my desk and head out the door. Today was my trip to the country. The car port was a mass spiral and platforms of cars towering over me. I sighed and cursed under my breath as I dread the oncoming walk and treasure hunt to find my car. I pulled out my keys and clicked the wakeup button on the pad and was responded to happily by my awaiting car as it stood now silent in a spot I overlooked moments ago. I climbed in and enduringly proceeded with my routine examine of my car for missing items; thievery was sadly common in New York and I wasn’t about to take any chances. I pulled out of the maze of cars and head down the road towards the exit of town but not of course before being bombarded by the steady stream of traffic that was New York. After what seemed like forever I finally made it through and was on my way down the highway. Not sure an exact location I was bound for I just improvised and let my heart take me to the nature. I only get a chance to take these shots once a year and the greeting card companies were sure to hound me for them eventually as Thanksgiving neared. The scenic adventure down the road was quite unique to say the least. The leaves of the trees were a spectacular array of color ranging from a deep red, a glorious orange, and an utmost luminescent yellow. I felt a warm glow from my childhood car rides through the country stir within me and brought a much welcome and needed smile to my face as I whizzed down the street steadily observing my surroundings, and the road of course. I finally arrived at the secluded meadow I was apparently destined to be drawn to. I unlatched and grabbed my camera as I exited my car and inhaled a sharp gasp. Knowing mostly only the city my entire life the open nature was mysterious and beautiful to me. I couldn’t help but be captivated by its glory and spectacular view. I could only imagine the scene at night with the moon illuminating the tops of the trees accented by the sparkling stars. I snapped a few shots of the area before me and proceeded to adventure into the waiting forest to admire its splendor. The fresh foliage and soft grass accented the what seemed like ancient wooden monoliths rooted into the grand with a fiery collage of fire nestled upon their limbs. I wandered about, not sure of direction but still aware of where I’ve been and where I ha vent, and luckily I remembered the position of my car. My camera clicked relentlessly as I captured the beauty held before my lens. The pictures though seemed to do little justice to the amazing mural held before my eyes. The few hours rolled by in what seemed like minutes and the fatigue from walking hit me like a brick wall. I packed up my supplies and head towards my car. I set out to the open road again during what was now the late afternoon. ‘’how did the time fly so fast?’’ I wondered to myself aloud. It felt like only moments I was honored by the nature showing itself to me but in reality it was much longer a trip. I kept a steady pace on the road as my eyes scanned the nearby hotels contemplating staying the night for not wanting to deal with the hectic new York traffic. The childhood memories of my parents taking me on similar trips flooded back to me and made me feel exceptionally good inside. I realized how much I was missing of the spirit of our earth as I spent my days socializing with assorted people day by day in this concrete jungle of towering buildings suffocating me. I kept going down the road pondering with myself these newfound mysteries I have been encumbered in now. At last I decided that I needed this more often, I had grown sad and lonely inside and the outdoors made me feel alive again….’’I think I’ll make this a regular trip’’ I spoke aloud to myself with a smile and kept going.


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You're mixing up past tense with present tense on a few occasions, but I think it was pretty well written for a beginner. Keep up the good work!

Can you guys please be honest?
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I want to write a book. Idk if it'll be published, but just if it's readable. It's not finished, not even close, and not the final thing: Preface I woke up, wondering where I was. I was in a meadow. Surrounded by beautiful daisies, sun flowers, pink plumeria, and freesia. It was calm. The sun was barely shining, but enough to warm the day. The breez was blowing, the calm suddle wind streaming through my hair, blowing on my face as a sit up. But then, as soon as I sit up, it all changes. The skies turn dark. And everything around me starts to turn brown, and slowly die. Never mind, take that back. Not slowly, like a rolling black out. Creeping all around me towards me. Like the shadows creeping in the night. Just as the dead plants were to reach me, I awake. New Beginings It was 6:30 in the morning. “Ugh” I moan. “Time for school I say to myself.” What’s wrong with me? First having the wierdest dream possible. And now talking to myself. I shake my head to re-think. “School.Right.” I cover my mouth. Talking to myself again! Let’s just just get on with the day. I open my cream with drapes and see outside my window. Looking upon our front yarn. Green grass with morning dew on it. It was drizziling. Like normal, wet, overcast, cold, a typical day in Hilo. It was a cold morning. Probably since it was the middle of January, and I was only in my Hanes boxers. I stumble into the bathroom and brush my teeth and my hair. Put on my uniform: which was a white or blue polo shirt with out emblem on the left side of our chest. And Dickies as shorts. I walk down stairs. And like normal mornings only me and dad. My sister, Kama, she went away to college. To Washington State, set off to become a Respritory Pediatrician. And my mom, well, she died from Breast Cancer when I was only 2. So, it’s just me and my dad. We didn’t talk much, we were like that in a way. Didn’t talk, here and there, didn’t get real personal. That kind of relationship. As I walked down the stairs, I saw him at the table just reading the Hilo Tribune Herald. He put it down for about five seconds, said “Good morning La’amea, and went back to the paper. I said Hi back, and grabbed a strawberry PopTart, grabbed my keys, and hoped in my car. As soon as I entered my car, the rain started to pour. Good thing my car had a heater, the weather outside was 54 degrees. “A new low,” I said to myself. “crap, not again! I need a therapist.” I continued out of our driveway, trying to be patient. Fighting mornning traffic. I arrived on campus at about 7:15. I still had about 30 minutes to spare until class started. It was my first day at Hilo High School. I use to go to Punahou located on O’ahu. But, my father decided to move to Hilo. Who knows why? As I pulled into the student parking lot, I didn’t want to brag. But litteraly, I had the nicest car in the lot. I had a Lincoln MKR, other students had rusty old Volvos, and beat up Mustangs. I walked into the Administration Building.The walls were plain. White, and there was a fake waterfall in the corner.Like they needed any more water. Just go outside. There’s plenty out there. At the desk it was brown. And a wall around it. The wall was inclosed with a glass window. Behind the inclosed window was a tiny little old lady wearing a hideous shirt said, “Hello, may I help you?” I stuttered “H-H-H-i. My name is La’-La’amea Paulino.” I don’t know what it was. Maybe I was just nervous. She said “La’amea!” I guess she knew me. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. Now, I just had your papers- shoot! Where did I put them?” Okay, well, at least I wasn’t the only one who talked to them self. “Ahh, wait right here.” The little old lady said. She had a soft soothing voice, good for a reseptionist. She walked into another door behind the desk and came back swiftly. She handed me a bunch of papers. My schedule, physical papers, health records, and more. Aren’t these things given before school starts. She just gave me a late slip since it was 7:50 and told all my teachers to sign it, letting me know that I was a new student and they have given me a sylibus for the year. All I had to do was to return it at the end of the day. That’s it. It was my first day at Hilo High, it was a new beginning. What do you think? Be honest please.


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You might want to write longer sentences. Don't get me wrong, short sentences make a book easier to read and stuff but you can't write like this: He woke up. He went to the store. They were out of condoms. He bought a Coke instead. So what I would do is I'd start writing a lot of short stories and try to find my own "voice", if you know what I mean. It's not easy getting a book published...

please read my story?
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so i'm 15 and this is probably the first thing i have ever completed writing because i don't really like writing in general, but i tried my best here. and i really want to know what other people think. i'm not really looking for critique but it would be nice. i'm really just looking for thoughts and opinions. thank you so much. :) Here it is: It was a solemn afternoon in late November, 1945. The war was over. The vigorous stirring of the wind was droning out the distant chirrup of a ravenous sparrow. I watched absent-mindedly as a chilling draft swept through the open window and creaked the rusty hinges of a door. Dreary glows emanated through the shoddy windows, providing little light in the darkness of my home. The heavy clouds seemed to pass day by day without a drizzle. My constant prayers seemed to have gotten nowhere. I sat wearily on a hard, wooden chair while leaning against the stripped wall and I stared out into the once beautiful meadow. The dirt path that at one time led to my home was now a part of the mass of dying grass. When was the last time I saw the sunny grassland? My boys were nine, eleven. It was ten long years ago. The breeze had a fresh aroma of ancient oak trees. Oh, the sweet smell of Shasta Daisies permeating warmly throughout the house! Shannon, our collie, would leap about, and little Matthew would laugh- it was the most heartwarming noise I've ever heard. How I wish I was young enough to play with them in the pasture, but my worn fingers were adhered to a pair of knitting needles. Back then, I knew of no worry other than the ones that were for the safety of my sons as they played down by the river bank. How God had once been good to me... I miss you, Matthew, Ryan... Knock. Knock. I awoke, astonished. Outside, a timeworn car with chipped black paint rested, behind it was a trail of trampled grass. How could I not have heard it coming? My sons! Oh, the long, wasted days of searching the barren horizon have finally come to an end! I jumped up hysterically and stumbled towards the door -bone by bone cracking along the way. My skeletal fingers reached for the knob and grasped it tightly, twisting the knob. I pulled it open and peeked outside. The hinges of the door seemed to shriek what I was unable to voice. No, this couldn't be. A handsome man with deep chestnut hair stood boldly before me. A younger boy in a white uniform stood behind him, I could tell he was a medic. The officer wore a deep navy blue uniform-it was the color of the dark starless sky I stared into every night. I don't remember the features of his face. All I could see of him was a blur; my eyes were already welled. "I am present to deliver tragic news," the man spoke, weakly, "Ryan Anderson and Matthew Anderson have both perished due to gunshots serving in division 8 in Vietnam. A companion of theirs wanted to let you know that they died together on the battlefield." I was trembling, my knees were boring hard against the splintered floor. The cold tears had already begun rolling down my bony cheeks. "I-I'm very sorry ma'am," he stuttered, "I wish you well." And he left. I rose with my trembling knees, wiped my flooded eyes with the back of my hand and sluggishly walked to my bedroom. Every step was snaillike as my mind was overwhelmed by my outpour of thoughts. I stepped into my cramped bedroom and stared at my red dahlia flower quilt. My mother had knitted it for me as a wedding gift, 35 years ago. It was a beautiful day, my wedding. A beautiful white satin dress endeared with lace, the fragrance of bleach white roses, my husband smiling... I stepped towards a white cabinet with chipped paint, grabbing the rusty handle to the drawer. Gently I pulled it open a quarter of the way as the wood scraped against itself. I closed my eyes. The tears were flowing faster now. I reached inside the drawer towards the back and felt it. The cold metal felt good against my skin. I gripped it slowly and brought it out of the drawer; my hand was trembling violently. I pulled the slide back. My eyes were still shut. And then I felt the same metal against my skull. There is nothing left to live for. There is nothing left to live for. There is nothing left to live for. Then a pull of the trigger.


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A sad story indeed but well done. you have a bit of a gift. You told your story well and moved the action forward at a good pace. Good job. Keep writing.

Do you like this short story?
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This is Chapter One of my story. I dreamed it last night. I could feel the pink, silky dress roll down to my ankles and tingle my knees. The lacey cover fell delicately over my shoulders and tied at my chest. I ran bare foot through the soft meadow. I sniffed at the fresh, crispy air. My feet felt gentle and moist upon the recently watered grass that danced in the wind. My chestnut blond hair flew back and swayed in the wind. I felt something nudge my shoulder. Hard. I groaned. My friend woke me up from the glorious dream. My eyes were still closed. I tried to keep thinking about it instead. but it was no use. It didn't make me feel as powerful. I forced my eyes open. I swiped at my eye lashes, trying to get the waxy lumps out of them. I looked up at my friend, Abbie. She had rich, brown hair that owned one streak of a hazel high light. Her eye lashes were long and clean. She has creamy skin. He finger nails were always manicured and had pretty designs. My car hit a jump. The thoughts that I once had ran away and left me with nothing much to say. I turned and looked at the red light that stung my eyes. The car stopped. Something tugged at my arm and kissed me romantically. Thanks guys for the comments and all the advice. A lot of you were confused witht the end and that was kind of my goal. I think Chapter 2 will help you understand more. Here it goes: I pulled away from the force that was holding me at its side. "B..Bryce?!" I croaked; My throat was getting really dry from sleeping so long. My boysriend, Bryce was sitting there beside me and looked at me. "You didn't like it?" He said, with a hurt exspression pasted on his face. "No, No! I thought it was Abbie or something!" I laughed, cupping my mouth in my hands. This isn't all of Chapter 2 but I only have 391 Characters to work with and I really only did this so you would understand the end more.


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it actually sounds good but i am a bit confused at the ending. so did the main character really awake when her friend nudged her? or was she asleep in her car the whole time??