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Chevrolet : Silverado 1500 silverado 1991 Chevy Silverado 1500
 Chevrolet : Silverado 1500 silverado 1991 Chevy Silverado 1500
$811.00 (10 Bids)
Time Left: 7h 30m
Ford : Fairlane FAIRLANE 1957: Ford fairlane 2 Door ranch Wangon
 Ford : Fairlane FAIRLANE 1957: Ford fairlane 2 Door ranch Wangon
$11,500.00 (0 Bids)
Time Left: 9h 44m
Dodge : Grand Caravan RAMPVAN 2005 DODGE GRAND CARAVAN WHEEL CHAIR VAN RAMP VAN HANDICAP VAN IMS
 Dodge : Grand Caravan RAMPVAN 2005 DODGE GRAND CARAVAN WHEEL CHAIR VAN RAMP VAN HANDICAP VAN IMS
$7,200.00 (10 Bids)
Time Left: 9h 46m
Mercedes-Benz : SL-Class 500 1996 Mercedes Benz SL500 convertible
 Mercedes-Benz : SL-Class 500 1996 Mercedes Benz SL500 convertible
$10,000.00
$14,990.00
Time Left: 10h 35m
Chevrolet : Impala Base 1965 Chevrolet Impala 4 door ( 60 61 62 63 64 65 66 67 68 )
 Chevrolet : Impala Base 1965 Chevrolet Impala 4 door ( 60 61 62 63 64 65 66 67 68 )
$2,000.00
$3,500.00
Time Left: 17h 36m
Hummer : H1 H1 "1 OF"1996 HUMMER H1 WAGON $15K+383 TPI GAS 375HP $125K+ INVESTED, ALPHA UPGRDS
 Hummer : H1 H1 "1 OF"1996 HUMMER H1 WAGON $15K+383 TPI GAS 375HP $125K+ INVESTED, ALPHA UPGRDS
$49,950.00
Time Left: 22h 14m
Cadillac : SRX Turbo Prem 2010 Red SRX 2.8 Turbo Prem DVD Nav cooled seat
 Cadillac : SRX Turbo Prem 2010 Red SRX 2.8 Turbo Prem DVD Nav cooled seat
$28,000.00 (0 Bids)
Time Left: 1d 10h 9m
Audi : Q7 Premium 2007 Silver Q7! 3 roofs Nav 19'' wheel
 Audi : Q7 Premium 2007 Silver Q7! 3 roofs Nav 19'' wheel
$20,000.00 (0 Bids)
Time Left: 1d 10h 10m
Jaguar : XJR XJ R DVDs 2005 Black XJR NAV Turbocharged
 Jaguar : XJR XJ R DVDs 2005 Black XJR NAV Turbocharged
$12,100.00 (2 Bids)
Time Left: 1d 10h 12m
GMC : Yukon Nav 2008 Gray Yukon Denali
 GMC : Yukon Nav 2008 Gray Yukon Denali
$21,888.00 (1 Bids)
Time Left: 1d 10h 13m
Chevrolet : Tahoe LT 3 Sunroof 2007 Leather 4X4 Tahoe!
 Chevrolet : Tahoe LT 3 Sunroof 2007 Leather 4X4 Tahoe!
$18,000.00 (1 Bids)
Time Left: 1d 12h 44m
Chevrolet : Camaro 1967 Chevrolet Camaro Pro Touring G Machine Resto Mod 600 HP street or race
 Chevrolet : Camaro 1967 Chevrolet Camaro Pro Touring G Machine Resto Mod 600 HP street or race
$89,900.00
Time Left: 1d 13h 59m
Chevrolet : Camaro 1969 Chevy Rs camaro 350 4-speed, ground-up restoration
 Chevrolet : Camaro 1969 Chevy Rs camaro 350 4-speed, ground-up restoration
$35,100.00 (6 Bids)
Time Left: 1d 14h 22m
Nissan : UD 2300DH Series ********NISSAN UD DIESEL BOX TRUCK*********
 Nissan : UD 2300DH Series ********NISSAN UD DIESEL BOX TRUCK*********
$5,000.00 (1 Bids)
Time Left: 2d 4h 23m
Land Rover : Freelander LAND ROVER PROJECT CAR NEEDS ENGINE ASSEMBLIED HAVE MOST PARTS
 Land Rover : Freelander LAND ROVER PROJECT CAR NEEDS ENGINE ASSEMBLIED HAVE MOST PARTS
$4,000.00
Time Left: 2d 5h 32m
Buick : Century 1937 Buick Opera Coupe
 Buick : Century 1937 Buick Opera Coupe
$16,100.00 (13 Bids)
Time Left: 2d 12h 56m
MG : MGB 1976 mgb
 MG : MGB 1976 mgb
$1,725.00
$2,000.00
Time Left: 2d 13h 14m
Porsche : 911 67k miles 1995 95 Porsche 911 Carrera 4 Coupe 993 C4 6spd AWD +H&R Coilovers & ALL RECORDS
 Porsche : 911 67k miles 1995 95 Porsche 911 Carrera 4 Coupe 993 C4 6spd AWD +H&R Coilovers & ALL RECORDS
$22,300.00 (19 Bids)
Time Left: 2d 16h 16m
Ford F-250 2005 FORD F-2504X4 LARIAT
 Ford F-250 2005 FORD F-2504X4 LARIAT
$16,000.00 (0 Bids)
Time Left: 2d 17h
Mercedes-Benz : E-Class E63 AMG 2007 Mercedes E-class E63 AMG - 1-Owner Perfect Carfax
 Mercedes-Benz : E-Class E63 AMG 2007 Mercedes E-class E63 AMG - 1-Owner Perfect Carfax
$16,600.00 (10 Bids)
Time Left: 2d 17h 59m
Rolls-Royce : Silver Shadow Wraith II 1977 Rolls Royce Silver Wraith II LWB 43k Original Mi
 Rolls-Royce : Silver Shadow Wraith II 1977 Rolls Royce Silver Wraith II LWB 43k Original Mi
$13,900.00 (12 Bids)
Time Left: 2d 17h 59m
Rolls-Royce : Silver Shadow II 1979 Rolls-Royce Silver Shadow II - 34k Original Miles - Silver Black 2-Tone
 Rolls-Royce : Silver Shadow II 1979 Rolls-Royce Silver Shadow II - 34k Original Miles - Silver Black 2-Tone
$13,100.00 (7 Bids)
Time Left: 2d 17h 59m
GMC 100 Truck 1950 GMC 100 Pick Up Truck -- Resto-Mod -- V8 - Auto - A C PS PB
 GMC 100 Truck 1950 GMC 100 Pick Up Truck -- Resto-Mod -- V8 - Auto - A C PS PB
$4,300.00
$19,995.00
Time Left: 2d 17h 59m
Bentley : Turbo R Turbo R 1989 Bentley Turbo R -- 18k Miles --- Cleanest Low Mile Turbo R!!!
 Bentley : Turbo R Turbo R 1989 Bentley Turbo R -- 18k Miles --- Cleanest Low Mile Turbo R!!!
$8,100.00 (11 Bids)
Time Left: 2d 17h 59m
Bentley : Azure Mulliner 2000 Bentley Azure Mulliner - Only 3k Miles - Black Tan Black - Books - Keys
 Bentley : Azure Mulliner 2000 Bentley Azure Mulliner - Only 3k Miles - Black Tan Black - Books - Keys
$60,106.00 (4 Bids)
Time Left: 2d 17h 59m
Rolls-Royce James Young 1955 Rolls-Royce Silver Wraith James Young LWB Limo w Division
 Rolls-Royce James Young 1955 Rolls-Royce Silver Wraith James Young LWB Limo w Division
$50,000.00 (0 Bids)
Time Left: 2d 17h 59m
Mercedes-Benz : C-Class C240 2003 Mercedes C-Class C240 -- Premium -- 1-Owner -- Prefect Carfax
 Mercedes-Benz : C-Class C240 2003 Mercedes C-Class C240 -- Premium -- 1-Owner -- Prefect Carfax
$3,635.00 (4 Bids)
Time Left: 2d 18h
Ford : Expedition KING RANCH 4 Wheel Dr KING RANCH 2005 Ford Expedition with 179, 000 miles one family owner
 Ford : Expedition KING RANCH 4 Wheel Dr KING RANCH 2005 Ford Expedition with 179, 000 miles one family owner
$4,950.00 (4 Bids)
Time Left: 2d 18h 27m
Chevrolet : C K Pickup 3500 Silverado LS 1998 Chevy Silverado 3500 LS 4x4 w MVP Snowplow
 Chevrolet : C K Pickup 3500 Silverado LS 1998 Chevy Silverado 3500 LS 4x4 w MVP Snowplow
$2,550.00 (2 Bids)
Time Left: 3d 5h 35m
Plymouth : Road Runner 1970 plymouth roadrunner for sale
 Plymouth : Road Runner 1970 plymouth roadrunner for sale
$4,000.00 (0 Bids)
Time Left: 3d 7h 42m
Cadillac : Fleetwood D'elegance 1984 Cadillac Fleetwood Broughan D'elegance Barn Find
 Cadillac : Fleetwood D'elegance 1984 Cadillac Fleetwood Broughan D'elegance Barn Find
$7,100.00 (7 Bids)
Time Left: 3d 14h 18m
Porsche : 911 2k miles 2009 09 Porsche 911 Carrera 4S Coupe C4S w PDK Trans, CarbonRaceSeats $112k MSRP
 Porsche : 911 2k miles 2009 09 Porsche 911 Carrera 4S Coupe C4S w PDK Trans, CarbonRaceSeats $112k MSRP
$59,600.00 (19 Bids)
Time Left: 3d 16h 10m
Ford : Excursion Limited 2001 Excursion Limited 4x4 hydrogen generator installed extra 40mls 2 the tank
 Ford : Excursion Limited 2001 Excursion Limited 4x4 hydrogen generator installed extra 40mls 2 the tank
$7,500.00 (0 Bids)
Time Left: 3d 17h
Saab : 9-7x AERO SAAB 97X AERO 54K MILES LS2 CORVETTE ENGINE NAVI & DVD 9-7X 4X4 AWD NO RESERVE!
 Saab : 9-7x AERO SAAB 97X AERO 54K MILES LS2 CORVETTE ENGINE NAVI & DVD 9-7X 4X4 AWD NO RESERVE!
$10,000.00 (15 Bids)
Time Left: 3d 17h 47m
Chevrolet : C K Pickup 1500 1988 CHEVY SHORT BOX FLAIR SIDE 4X4 PICKUP TRUCK
 Chevrolet : C K Pickup 1500 1988 CHEVY SHORT BOX FLAIR SIDE 4X4 PICKUP TRUCK
$1,325.00
$3,500.00
Time Left: 3d 19h 19m
Chrysler : Town & Country TOURING 2008 Chrysler Town & Country Wheelchair Accessible Handicap Van
 Chrysler : Town & Country TOURING 2008 Chrysler Town & Country Wheelchair Accessible Handicap Van
$11,600.00 (6 Bids)
Time Left: 3d 19h 26m
Volkswagen : Jetta 2009 Volkswagen Jetta LOW MILES 2.5L Automatic White with Black Leather EASY FIX
 Volkswagen : Jetta 2009 Volkswagen Jetta LOW MILES 2.5L Automatic White with Black Leather EASY FIX
$8,500.00
$9,500.00
Time Left: 3d 20h 1m
Jeep : CJ cj7 85 cj7 .40 8" centerforce clutch 3" body lift custom bumpers and a ton more!!!!
 Jeep : CJ cj7 85 cj7 .40 8" centerforce clutch 3" body lift custom bumpers and a ton more!!!!
$6,900.00
Time Left: 4d 8h 8m
Chrysler : Town & Country Red, 1 owner, automatic
 Chrysler : Town & Country Red, 1 owner, automatic
$3,500.00
$4,000.00
Time Left: 4d 9h 58m
Ford : Excursion Limousine 2002 LIMO Ford Excursion Limited 2WD Limousine
 Ford : Excursion Limousine 2002 LIMO Ford Excursion Limited 2WD Limousine
$19,950.00
$25,000.00
Time Left: 4d 11h 55m

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My fiance is expecting her first child soon, how can I convince her to let us stay in the city?
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My fiance is expecting her first child soon, how can I convince her to let us stay in the city? We have a 3 bed room apartment right in downtown Milwaukee, on East Michigan St. We can have one bed room for us, one for the kid and one as a play room for the kid. The problem is, my fiance is all wrapped up in this idea that we are going to move to some place called Oak Creek to raise our kid. I simply will not have it. First of all, we have no car. I walk to work, and walk everywhere else. Second of all, I work 4 hours a day of hard labor. I don't want to have to deal with things like yard work when I get home from work. Thirdly, I really like Milwaukee. The people are friendly, I live right by the river and lake, and I have lived here since I finished high school. It's grown on me, and I don't want to leave the city. My fiance for some reason thinks that it's not safe to raise a child in the city and I really feel like this conflict could ruin our wedding, which is in 15 weeks. What can I do to make sure we stay where we are?

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Does the "Primitive Satanist Church" and folklore exist?
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According to a book titled Weird Texas, there is an old 17th century church which is haunted, as well as the areas around it. The book says the church is located off county road 218 but I couldn't locate it. County Road 218 is surrounded by a new subdivision. I don't think this is the right place. It's supposed to be located near a curve called 'Dead Man's Curve' by a river or creek, because people have driven their cars right off the road due to the hairpin turn. The road in which this church is located on has a swamp on one side and large oak trees on the other side. This site is said to be haunted, and I'm extremely interested if this really exists, and it would be interesting to investigate. You can read the story on weird tx's website. Please, only serious answers :) anabel irene, check your email, I needed clarification! Thank you do much :)

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It's in Brazoria County Dead Man's Curve is on county road 523 The book may have had a typo, the county road is 508 218 is in houston- I think. good luck, be cautious

Do you like this poem?
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Every time my friend is mad, sad, depressed, happy (etc.) she writes poems. What do you think of the one she wrote about her old house? A lake of my tears, woods of my soul, muddy water veins, hiding in a fox hole. My heart will remain, yet I go other places, too many cities, way too many spaces. The warm water on my skin, crawdads running loose, muddy jeans soaked, swinging from a Spruce. The Oak so tall and round, looking from a mound, of my broken dreams, It's just the way it seems. I was kidnapped by the lights, taken by the streets, here they hold me captive, the cars in their fleets. I want to return, to the way it was, before I came here, to the city buzz. I just want to see the barn, and feel the cool breeze, walk through the fields, sit there on my knees. What happened was unfair, we should not have moved, we should have stayed there. It's a poem about her being torn from her country home, and moving to the city. Then, in the part that says, " The warm water on my skin, crawdads running loose, muddy jeans soaked, swinging from a Spruce." She's having a flash back of being at the creek, swinging from a tree. It's very sad if you get it and think about it. Please don't be way too harsh, she's only written a few poems in her life, and is an amateur. Thanks in advance!

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I like this poem! I live in the country, and the flash back verses reminded me of all the fun! The only thing I did not like was the ending; it didn' flow and it doesn't sound complete. So, overall I LOVE it; but the ending throws it off. This is what i didn't like "What happened was unfair, we should not have moved, we should have stayed there." I liked all the rest though!!!!

Is this story ending any good?? I jsut came up with it, and wanted opinions. Sorry, it's kind of long.?
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Erin’s car seemed to slip silently under the towering oak trees lining the street. She slowly drove down the street parking effortlessly alongside the curb of a quaint white house. She didn’t have to look at the house to know that it had Victorian era charm, with the wraparound porch and the minimalist landscaping. She knew that the driveway led up to a two car garage with splintering paint and a rusted basketball hoop between the dusty windows of the shop above it. She knew the curve of the path to the porch by heart. The only thing unfamiliar as of late was the close-to-bare trees and the warm tones of the leaves laying atop the lush grass. Erin cut the engine and sat back, sucking in deep breaths. After a long while she pressed her fingers to the worn corduroy fabric laying next to her on the passenger seat and scooped up the jacket. One last calming breath and she opened the door of her car and climbed out, setting first one tan suede boot clad foot on the ground then the other. As Erin walked up the gradual incline of the driveway she tried to take in everything about the street. Across the street she heard the creek of trampoline springs and somewhere in the distance she heard the low hum of a lawnmower. A breeze made windshimes clatter and the deep laughter of men a few houses down was evident. The leaves crunched under foot and the rocks of the path grumbled as her feet pressed into them. She heard other footsteps behind her and whipped around. “Erin?” And all of a sudden he emerged from the side of the house with his shaggy brown hair tousled in a pair of stone washed jeans and one of his super soft gray tee-shirts. His cheeks were red from the wind and his eyes looked confused. “Oh, um, hey Ben,” Erin stuttered as she quickly covered the yards between them back onto the soft grass. “I, well, I brought your jacket back to you,” she extended her arm towards him. “Erin, I told you to keep it. We talked about that remember?” “I remember Ben, but I think you should take it. Besides, I’ve got my own now,” she tossed the jacket and he caught it against his chest. “Well, thanks I, I guess,” Ben mangaged, with a slight nod. Erin looked around, noticing how awkward things had become between them. “My mom got the job offer again. She’s going to take it this time.” “Well congratulations, tell her I said that won’t you?” Ben seemed happy to see her, and that she cared to share the information with him. She curled her lips together and silently nodded her head. “So we’re moving. Back home. The job needs her to be back there, not down here anymore.” Ben was startled. “Moving?” “Mhm. You knew us being was temporary. I told you that from the start.” “I guess I just never expected it. I mean you were so headstrong that you wouldn’t let her make you move the last time. I never thought that you’d let her make you do it if it ever came up again.” “It’s her dream you know? She’s going to be president of a section of the business now. It’s what she always wanted. I can’t take it from her.” Ben nodded and looked down. Erin shoved her fists into the pocket of her own corduroy jacket and rocked back and forth on her heels. This was the longest silence that had come between them, even after they had just met. Finally, Erin couldn’t take it anymore. “You know, I’ve tried so many times to convince myself that I had an infinite number of reasons to stay here. But in the end, only one ever mattered,” Erin turned and started walking back towards her car again. She spun around and walked backwards, calling out to him, “I’m coming back for a visit next spring break, ‘kay? Bye Ben,” then Erin walked around the front of her car and opened the door. They stared at each other, Ben dumbfounded about how quickly this had happened, Erin trying to seem as though his presence didn’t affect her anymore. After a long moment Erin diverted her eyes and climbed in the car. His hat was still on the passenger seat; she hadn’t been able to let it go. Her eyes welling with tears, she fumbled with her keys. Finally she inserted the right key into the ignition and started the engine. She couldn’t look over at him, but she had to. And as soon as she did, she wished she hadn’t. She swallowed as she gazed at Ben. Standing just as she had left him, he looked so desperate, so heartbroken, like words were caught in his throat. His piercing eyes were so soft and sad, his lips turned down at the corners. It was the image that would stay in her memory. Not any other picture of her Ben, but the Ben who looked as she was sure she looked the day he left her. She tried to think Ha. Now we’re even. But Erin couldn’t lie to herself anymore. The lies couldn’t fool her, they hadn’t before. Erin slowly put the car in drive and stepped on the gas. And after so long, she finally let the tears go.

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this is really good. you have a great use of imagery and dialogue. it really makes me want to know the back story of these two characters. it's very good.

How much is my home worth?
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Footprint=6200 square feet 4 bedrooms (2 are 16x20, 1 is 25x32, and the master is 35x45) Large kitchen, lots of cabinet space, sub zero refrigerator, dishwasher Utility room with extra sub zero, 20 gallon tub sink, new washer/dryer, shelving throughout 2 car garage with adjacent boiler room, climate controlled Three large bathrooms, cabinetry built in Open spacious living room (1200 sq ft., flows into large dining room, 900 sq ft.) Two twin halls linking two wings of house to living/dining rooms have white stucco walls Master suite includes(separate living room, massive bathroom 10x20, walk in closet 10x15, double sinks, separate room for commode, french doors leading onto deck, deck leads to dining room) Front porch with colonnade (40 feet long, 8 feet deep, with fluted doric collumns) ***all light fixtures in house are polished gold with cut crystal*** ***beautiful new orleans style ceiling fans in all bedrooms, living and dining room and kitchen*** ***all door handles and hinges are polished gold*** Front of house offers entrance to a large lushly landscaped courtyard, garage and living room Back of house offers entrance to large pool, deck leading into master bathroom and dining room, with big sunken observation garden Massive walk in closets throughout, (only walk ins) 6 in all House offers 7 foot plantation windows throughout, accompanied by double french doors throughout (19 massive windows in all, 5 massive french doors, 4 exterior doors, all leading to outdoor living areas. The grounds are professionally and stunningly landscaped. Yard features 2 oak trees framing the colonnade, several 200 year old+ oak trees spread out, grove of bradford pear trees, stunning views, from all windows and exterior doors of rolling farmland and large creek flowing from a natural spring that is on this land, large cypress trees, grape arbor with mature muscadine grape vines, 2 exterior decks, rose garden, herb gardens, many flower beds and borders, plantation style shrubbery in front of house, 200 foot iris bed on side of house. House offers central air/heat Electrical outlets in great numbers House offers Real Oak hardwood planks in all rooms but bedrooms and bathrooms and utility room Bathrooms and utility room offer white with black veined marble floors Bedrooms have White plush carpeting All molding is highly ridged and enameled with white. Quarter round molding on hardwood floors and marble floors Closets also carpeted Stucco ceiling throughout, including garage and closets Kitchen and bath cabinets match wood flooring completely All cabinets throughout have polished bronze for hinges and handles Custom wall built in space with recessed lighting in One hallway House offers custom lighting. Beautiful Italian porch and garage lights, automatic spot lights light up the house entirely on the outside when it gets dark, all controllable. Built onto all corners of house outside are floodlights, also illuminating pool and deck areas, again, all controllable. My home is located in West Tennessee, in Cloverport.

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Realtors, anyone with expertise: I am putting my condo on the market?
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I want to sell my condo and buy a house in Florida. I am currently in Iowa - the housing market is down, of course, but not as hard hit as other areas. Homes are moving at least. My condo was built in 2006; I'm single and I am the only owner. The condo across the street has been on the market for nearly 2 months - They are asking $159,900. Mine is assessed at $143,000. They have a finished basement, and I don't. Their basement adds an additional bedroom and full bath. Mine is 2/1.5/2 with a walkout unfinished basement; 1500 sq ft. There is a loft that looks over the living room. I also had a gas log fireplace installed with a tiled hearth. There is a patio outside the basement door, and a deck outside sliding doors from the dining room, on the main floor. My 2 car garage is extra long ( I had a Blazer suv, a Geo convertible, a Chevy Cobalt SS and two motorcycles in one garage over the winter). There is a breakfast bar, an open kitchen to the dining room, all oak cabinets. All the appliances stay - they are only 4 1/2 years old, along with water heater, A/C, energy star furnace which all stay. Mine is an end unit (4 units in my building) located on a cul de sac, backs up very close to a grassy area, woods and a little creek. Its very private. You wouldn't know you were even in a condo. I love it actually - just sick of snow and ice and cold. No pets and no smoking. What should my asking price start at, with the assessment being at $143,000 ? I don't want to short change myself, of course. But I don't want it to sit on the market either. Thanks !

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Let a realtor handle your sale. Solicit several RE companies to give you estimates of what they think they can get for your place and what sort of percentage they want to charge you. Typically, they will want 6% of the selling price, which they split with the realtor representing the buyer. But you can negotiate a lower percentage (say 4-5 %) particularly if you are willing to let them adjust the price for a quick sale. They will research what similar properties in your area have sold for recently and you can then decide if you want to let it go at whatever price they recommend.

Is this too much description of the house?
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This is from a few pages into my story. The MC (Lyndsay) and her mom (whom she calls by her first name only) are moving into a new, expensive house. They used to live in a tiny, ugly apartment in a bad part of New York. They moved to Oregon. ------------------------------------- “Well, this is Oregon.” Brenda breathed happily. Lyndsay stared out the window. She didn’t say anything else until they were driving to their house. Twilight had fallen, and the buildings they passed were lit up. The few forested areas set up between the towns were dark and ominous, giving the lighted towns a highlight. Leaving the towns and driving down a dirt road, Brenda drove down a spiral road leading to a huge, private lot. A house three-fourths the size of a large mansion sat at the center of the lot. It was incredibly impressive. "You really bought this house? This is ours?" Brenda nodded. "It's ours. It cost me a million bucks, but it's worth it. Don't you agree?" "Yeah." Lyndsay was barely paying attention. Her eyes scanned the whole house, deeply wanting to go inside. As she got out of the car to get her things, Brenda said, "Our rooms are upstairs. After you get everything set up, come help me in the living room." Lyndsay nodded, taking her foldable table and clothes bag into the house. The exterior was gray-brown with a forest green roof, blending well with the background of trees. The back half of the lot was a forest, while the front was a small patio area, driveway, a bridge hovering about a small creek, and the road leading upward, the only road leading back to town. A decent-sized shed close to the garage looked large enough to be a separate room from the house. The door to the magnificent house was at the left side of the home, a small roof shading a meter to the elegant glass door. It was frosted, with a large, oval carving of a lone wolf howling at the moon. A brass dummy handle complimented its beauty, especially with the last appearence of the sun reflecting off of it. Through the front door, a 169-square foot dining room sat to the right, while the living room was to the left. A white modern kitchen with a granite island was a few steps away from the rectangular, dark redwood dining table, easily beating the dining area in size. The byzantium-red mahogany flooring followed all around the first floor of the house, including the living room. A cola-colored brick fireplace occupid the bottom half of the wall. To the right of the fireplace, a screen door leading to a balcony-looking wooden patio gave a heightened view of the forest. Looking up at the house from that view, a small oak balcony was attached to what would be Lyndsay's room. Upstairs to the left were the rooms, and a bathroom was at the right. There were three rooms at the dead end; one on one side, two on the other. Brenda had claimed the one, while Lyndsay chose the last room, directly across from Brenda's. The leftover room would be a guest room. Lyndsay unfolded the table under her window, and threw the clothes bag into the closet. It was a small room, but at least it had a closet and her own bathroom, something she didn't have back in New York. She kept going back and forth, moving stuff in. Eventually, she had her bed fully put together to the side of her room, her laptop set up on the table, her bathroom acessories in the bathroom, and her clothes organized in the closet. She would have to paint her walls later on, but all she was sure of now was that she needed to rest, given it took her 4 hours straight to work on her room, and it was almost one in the morning. --------------------------------- Sorry it's so long, I just don't know if the descriptions all at once is too much, if I should spread some of the details out along the story? They still have to unpack a few more things, but only small things like a TV, a couch, a rug, (all for living room) and some food. Also, if you have time, I'd appreciate a small critique. I feel as though I haven't written as well as I used to. :/ This is the most recent I've written, today and yesterday. It's new, they are the first to live there.

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Yes. It's too much description. It's best in a story to keep description at a minimum and let the reader fill in the blanks with his imagination. A story is much more engaging to a person if he has to imagine the scene as he goes along. If you feed everything to him he'll get bored. The best way to incorporate description is sparingly and through action. Have your characters interact with the setting; it's much less in-your-face.

What do you think of my writing?
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Ok, I know this isnt that good(cause i know it isnt) and i dont particulary like the name steve either.. but what do you think? feel free to say anything you want or correction you want to make i dont care, You know that saying that says before you die, you see your whole life flash before your eyes? Well, this saying wasn’t entirely true for me. Maybe because I’m not dead yet or maybe it’s a dream. No, if this was a dream I probably would have woken up by now… I must be dead or dying at least. Anyway, for me I didn’t see my whole life flash before my eyes, I saw well something—well I guess you can say different. It all started 2 years ago, when my parents moved our whole family to Montana for work. They said that the old great west would be good for us, but all I saw was a bunch of barns and run down ranches in the middle of nowhere. Plus I didn’t get reception on my phone, so I couldn’t text my miserable new life to my best friend-Alica. our first afternoon at our "home" was horrible, I haven’t rode a horse in years, but now that’s pretty much my only transportation since both my parents were working that summer, which means they got the car, and I was stuck with my grandma and grandpa on their ranch. But, they did have a nice trail to explore...that’s where I met Steve. He had green, hazel eyes and dirty blond hair. Everything about him was I guess you can say perfect, almost too perfect. He reminded me of what I left behind back in California; my home, my friends, my school, my whole life and my two best friends ...Jake and Alicia. They were my whole life and we did everything together. Jake even saved my life once and wish he was here to do it again. Anyway, on a Saturday evening while I was getting used to riding my horse on Oak Trail, my horse bucked me off because she was spooked by a snake. Causing me to injure my ankle. That's when I met Steve. Luckily, he was riding on the same trail and found me. He offered to take me home that night and I thought that he was a nice guy. Though, there was something about him that I wish I would have found out sooner. Steve attached my horse sugar to his saddle and carefully guided us back to my grandparent’s ranch. He was different than what I imagined a boy who lives out in the middle of nowhere would be, but he was perfectly normal, well...normal isn’t how I would explain him now, but then he seemed like a average kid living in Montana. Anyway he helped me clean up and feed the horses, it wasn’t till now that I realized I know pretty much nothing about him, and he never had to be anywhere. I guess that explains a lot now, but I was too busy admiring his great listening skills to notice. My grandma said his was the nephew to old mr.granger. She said that mr.granger is an odd man, he plays his piano all day till starting at 6:00 am and ending at exactly 6:00 pm he barely stops to eat. She warned me about Steve, and now I wish I would have listened. That night I had a dream. I was in a forest. This forest had dark green pine trees and a small the creek that ran right through it. It was nearly dusk and the sun was quickly disappearing. Everything seemed to move much more quickly than usual because soon enough it was completely dark. Surprisingly, I didn’t feel tired but, very energetic. Then floating right in front of me, I saw something so beautiful and so unreal I couldn’t help look at it. This beautiful creature was a butterfly. It had huge wings that were a pale pink with splashes of gold sprinkled on the rim of each wing. The butterfly also, had one yellow spot in the center of its right wing and the center of its left wing. I know it doesn’t sound like anything unique but, it was. Unlike most butterflies, this butterfly had a glowing light that surrounded it much like a nightlight. Somehow, it put me in some kind of trance while I was walking because; before I knew it I was on a beach. Though, it was still dark, the twinkling stars that reflected on to the water made the beach glow. As, I walked closer to the water I saw a girl, who seemed unconscious, lying next to the water. There was also, a boy sitting on his knees next to her, looking now. And, as she got closer she realized that the girl was her and the boy was Steve.(end of prologue) and if you think its good, thank you for being nice :) if not well whatever, its fine :) ahahha and no Steve is NOT going to be a Vampire.. i personally dont like vampire books or the twilight series so ya hahah

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It's a good start, so keep it up. The very beginning is a lot like Twilight began (main character pondering death). Just something to think about. Watch run-on sentences like the one starting 'Our first afternoon at our "home" was horrible' and it's 'I haven't ridden' not 'rode. No need to mention meeting Steve twice though. Perhaps you could talk about her past as she's riding and thinking of her friends back home. Take out 'Anyway,' it's too casual. Also go into the moment of the horse getting spooked. Right now it happens a little too fast. Then you'd want to talk about how the foot felt when injured. That would be a better place to introduce Steve and describe him. Give it some dialogue too. That would make it more realistic. What is horse sugar LOL? If that's the horse's name, capitalize it. Same with Mr. Granger. If the Grandma is warning, you could put that in dialogue too. That would help the reader understand the MC's relationship to Grandma and give insight into the character. Also don't say words in sentences back to back like forest. Edit it together. For instance: 'I was in a forest with dark green pine trees and a small creek that ran right through it.' Watch your comma placement too. 'Surprisingly I didn’t feel tired but very energetic.' 'The butterfly also had...' Take this out 'I know it doesn’t sound like anything unique but, it was' for two reasons. First, saying 'I know' sounds like you're talking to someone which is too casual. Second, it undermines the beauty of how you described it in the first place. Don't make it unimportant. Another repeating word, 'Unlike most butterflies, this one had...' Though, As, girl and also don't need commas after them. The boy was looking now? What does that mean? As who got closer? Just my thoughts and suggestions you could take or leave. I like it and wonder what's going to happen next. Good luck with it!

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It's about 8th grade up until Chapter 4. Everything is true, but I changed all the names except for mine. Tell me what you think. :D Chapter 1 I’m fourteen. Never been kissed. Never been on a date and never had a guy like me the way I liked him. It’s sad, pathetic and crappy. But, it’s my pathetic, crappy and sad love life. My heart has been bruised, cracked and broken many times. I first started liking Bjorn in seventh grade. It wasn’t anything big, just a little crush. It soon faded away and then I started liking Ryan. Gee, that was a rough road. The problem with him was that he didn’t even know that I existed on planet Earth. That thing lasted for five miserable months. My heart finally mended its wounds and recovered. After that eighth grade started. People would branch out and go to all kinds of different high schools. St. Vincent’s, Marine Catholic, M.S.A. and San Marine. The school my friends and I would attend. Except for my friend Shana. Her father wanted her to go to San Marine and her mom wanted her to go the St. Vincent’s. It wouldn’t be right if she went to a different school. Our group of friends wouldn’t be complete. The first day of eighth grade was the ordinary first day back to school. Seeing everybody again, getting a new schedule and going back to homework, and seeing old flames that still burnt in the recesses of my heart. As Shana’s mom pulled up in front of the school I peered out the window, searching the sea of students for anybody I recognized. We clambered out of the car and slung our empty backpacks around our shoulders. I stared at the school. “So, what do you want to do?” “I don’t know. Go to the spot?” “Sure.” We walked across the lawn and down the cement steps to our spot. The spot was a group of four benches clustered together under two tall Oak trees. We always sat there. Rain or shine. We discovered it in the seventh grade and we sat there ever since. I beamed, as I looked at all my friends. Anna, Julia, and Sierra. “How was your summer?” I asked. “Um, we saw around the Summer Katherine.” “Oh yeah. Duh!” Then the bell rang. Ugg. Summer vaca was officially over and we scattered to our first class. My first class was Earth science. Mr. Billings. I had him before in sixth grade so I new what he was like. A bit strict and liked to tease the girls. I walked across the bridge and looked at the creek, it was completely dry and weeds had grown in the bed. I walked into the classroom and sat in some random seat. Everything was familiar. The final bell rang and the announcements came on. I stared at the back door as the announcements dragged on. Then Mr. Billings rang his annoying silver bell and the class looked groggily up at him. I did too, snapping out of my reverie. “Welcome back guys.” He said in his low voice. We groaned and he chuckled. He then started passing out manila folders. “There is a bunch of paper work in here for you parents to fill out. They’ll have fun tonight.” Yep, that was him, always joshing or teasing. He then went over the rules again. I new all the rules so I fell back into my reverie. I was startled when the bell rang and I gathered my stuff and headed out the room, holding my schedule. I had art next with Ms. Elliot. I walked up the ramp and sighed. Back to school. Then I looked up as I opened to door to the art studio. My face grew hot and I was probably blushing as I looked in to the warm chocolate eyes of Bjorn. Chapter 2 “H-hi.” I stuttered. “How was your summer?” “Good.” I smiled and asked Ms. Elliot were I should sit. “Right over there. Next to Bjorn.” She pointed to the third desk in the third row. I sat down and glanced at him. He got way taller and his hair was a dark brown color from the sun. His skin was a light russet color. And his eyes…captivating. He turned toward me and our eyes met. My face felt like it was going to melt right off and my heart was thumping ever so fiercely. He looked at me and I looked at him. Our eyes staring into each other’s. Then there was the shrill sound of the bell and we looked up at Ms. Elliot. “Good Morning everyone. Welcome to visual arts. Let me tell you everything were going to do this year.” She walked to her desk, rummaging through some papers and passed them out to each row. The girl in front of me handed me the papers. I think her name was Mary. Yes, it was Mary. I took the papers and filed one out for my self and reached my arm back to give them to the kids behind me. I then felt the sharp edge off the paper slash against my finger. “Shoot.” I murmured. Then the blood seeped out of the cut in my finger. I hate the smell and look of blood. It just creeps me out. I hate the smell of blood, rusty and strong. It always mad me dizzy. So I held my breath and balled my hand into a fist and shoved it into my pocket, while trying to pay attention. Well I didn’t pass out. By the time the bell rang for break the bleeding had stopp Sorry I couldn't the rest on. It was too long. Tell me what you think of it so far.

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The Lies Among us. "The sun is up, But it won't shine in the sky, The moon came out, But it won't illuminate the ground. Under the thick cover of leaves, in this ominous green forest, my ears here the simple lies, the wind whispers in my ears. The forest in my soul, my heart lies in the ground. My love once dead, weaves itself through the tangle of a false reality, inside the green trees, is where I rest in peace. Alas, the forest has died, and the leaves fall dead, brown and to the ground, I fall with them. Releasing my secrets, whispering them into the dying winds. I am one with the forest, I die with the forest. My life was a tormented game, a tortured heart. But as I lay in the ground, my fingers numbly picking at the dirt above me, I hear the restless stir of the lying leaves, and at last I am finally home." [Poem by me] Prologue Something about the forrest has always attracted me. Wether it had been the haunting oaks that loomed over me, casting shadows around my feet, like pools of black water that were tying to suck me in. Or the peacefulness of the still air throughout the rustling leaves. Either way, the forest was my savior from the over bearing world that I despised. It was an escape, the kind you get from drugs, or a high. The rushing creek, and the elongating limbs of the trees was my high. The way the ground would stir with dead leaves every time I made my way into the maze of loneliness. I have never had many friends, part of that reason was because of my lack of attendance at school. Teachers would be worried, but my parents didn't care. They could give less of a shit about me if I fell from a twenty story building. All they care about, those heartless beings that gave birth to me, is money. And that meant throwing me away to create an empire of happiness. That was why I turned to the lonely life of a hiker. I travel through millions of trees, wondering what my life could have been like elsewhere. If I were dead, would there be at last that bit of peace even the forest can't provide most of the time. I wonder, sometimes, if I was even meant to be on this earth. Or if I'm just some sickly joke that was to be tormented 'till death. No one would care if I died, in fact, half of my school's population would be glad, and if I'm correct, my parents would just laugh and move on with their worthless lives. I'm a lonely truth in a world of lies, and for once I wish I could show the world what they have done to me. Show them the truth that they have been hiding from ever since the dawn of time. But I know that wishing such extreme things is a waste of my nonexistent time, and a hope crushing action for me. So for now, I stick to the inhuman trees, and the whispering wind, and hope to god that I will be okay. Chapter 1 - The cause and effect of timeless jokes. I've lost all faith in this world. I realized this as I sat in the third row of Economy class, faintly nodding my head when the teacher would ask me questions. I don't know why I keep begging for expectance, every time I just get shot down. And I definitely don't know why I even try to get along with my parents. They hate me, I don't know what I did to them, but the hate me with every last bit of horrible, tainted blood inside of their greedy bodies. Besides, faith is a funny words. It means so much to the average joe, but then you come across a being like me, someone filled with so much doubt and conspiracies. To me, faith is like being trapped in a locked car under 50,000 pounds of water, faith is like digging your own grave way to early. There is no god, no eternal heaven, so when people tell me they have faith, I have no interest in conversing with them. "Mable." Mr. Stern said with authority in his voice. I slowly lifted my lifeless blue eyes up to his dull brown ones and started at him with no emotion at all. "Why don't you tell the class what you would do in a national depression." He said, trying to catch me in a bad moment. Well, so sorry for Mr. Stern, but every moment is my bad moment. I pushed my limp, greasy blonde hair out of my face, and turned my whole body towards the class. Tearing my mind of away from thoughts of the forest. "She'd probably just live in the forest like a hobo." I heard one little insecure freshmen whisper to a larger senior. I laughed at her stupid attempt to make me feel bad, and I stood up, like I always have to do when answering Mr. Stern's idiotic questions. I cleared my throat when people started to snicker at me, and I felt light headed from the evil glares I was getting. Whatever. "Actually, I have it all planned out." I said laughing in my head, but an evil smile crept upon my face. "Knowing already that our nation is in a down fall worse then the depression in the 1930's, I have concocted a genius plan to save myself from the rotting bodies that will be famished outside of my window." I said pausing, trying my best to conjure the plan I have yet to ~*~Ashly... - yeah.. sorry this was like the first serious idea I've ever had so it does a bit weird. And yeah there are freshman in my economics class at my school.. I'm not sure how they got there, but they're fucking genius. Yeah, so sorry if that doesn't elsewhere.

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It wasn't bad. However, you flip-flopped between perspectives. You started in present and switched to past and then back to present. Keep your tenses consistent. Second: why is there a freshmen in an Economy class? Or vice versa? God should be capatalized. It needs major editing...but tis not bad. Keep it up!