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What do you think of this club for children im going to start (look below for details)?
im planning to start a club called the bears (a bit like scout) for boys and girls aged 6-8 these are the badges there are:
swimming
nature
cooking
sport
climbing wall
cycling
science
skateboarding
computing
writer
artist
first aid
camping
camping advanced
hiking
world cutler
community
bird watching
fears
fire safety
road safety
army

there is a summer camp and a winter camp that is available


TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK AND ANY SUGGESTIONS AND
FOR MORE INFORMATION PLEASE ASK I WILL GET BACK TO YOU AS SOON AS POSSIBLE.

some people won't like these, don't make it mandatory
skateboarding and cycling
otherwise great job!

2009-04-17 03:50:36 by hi

Writers' Strike (formerly The First Aid Kit) play Rooftops at the Seahorse in Halifax

im planning to start a club called the bears (a bit like scout) for boys and girls aged 6-8 these are the badges there are:
swimming
nature
cooking
sport
climbing wall
cycling
science
skateboarding
computing
writer
artist
first aid
camping
camping advanced
hiking
world cutler
community
bird watching
fears
fire safety
road safety
army

there is a summer camp and a winter camp that is available


TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK AND ANY SUGGESTIONS AND
FOR MORE INFORMATION PLEASE ASK I WILL GET BACK TO YOU AS SOON AS POSSIBLE.

That sounds great i wanna join im 25 lol. My daughter would love this, maybe you could add a few more activities on there like rollerskating/rollerblading and horse riding. Good luck!

2009-04-17 03:15:02 by hi

Price: $14.97

I just joined Demand Studios, and my first article got rejected. They want a whole rewrite. The article was about "Tools Registered Nurses Use."

The CE said my article contained "general tools" that can be found in any first aid kit. They said I needed to talk about tools only a Registered Nurse can use because they have a license to do so.

They thought an IV bag, stethoscope, Sphygmomanometer, Bandages, Syringe, & Thermometer weren't good enough in my 500 word article.

My wife is a registered nurse and runs a blog. She said that is all she uses on the job. So how dare this person tell me nurses don't use that, when I know those are the main tools they use. Sure, doctors and specialized people (like Xray techs) use fancy machines. But RN's do NOT!

When I asked this question on here, guess what the RN's said? Exactly what my wife told me.

Anyway, end of rant. Are there any sites at all that pay up-front for completed articles?

I know of one that pays freelancers by the hour. If you work an hour you get paid for that hour guaranteed. There are tons of different jobs you can do on this site so it's great for any skills you may have. There are a lot of article writing jobs on there I noticed. I hope this helps you!

2010-03-19 14:53:14 by Bennie

Price: $13.95

after struggling badly with writers block, i've come up with this in the past hour. i know it's not much for an hour, but i was struggling really badly to think of a good plot. here it is..............

The pale hazy moon beamed ominously over me. The silence was deafening. I focused on the house carefully this time, and waited for my friends to arrive. There was something suspicious about this night, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. The clouds enveloped the moon, only leaving a beam shining down onto the main road and beyond. I was in darkness.
Three figures approached me slowly, and I grinned.
“Ready?” I gave them package I had smartly designed to look like a birthday present.
“Let's go.” Charlie hugged me to disguise any irregular behaviour. We wandered down the path of the house, and instead of suspiciously looking around before we entered, we pretended to knock the door then stroll in. Alex slipped the key out of her huge plastic bag and we tumbled in.
“Ssh.” Charlie put her arm around all of us and dragged us to the kitchen.
The light was flicked on, and my eyes didn't adjust at once so I blinked a couple of times.
“Here's the thing.” Violet began. “That cupboard,” she pointed to a large wooden door in the corner of the room. “leads to a maze. It's not as simple as those on a children's worksheet. It's miles long. If we were get to the middle of that maze...”
“We'd get the book then, wouldn't we?” Alex beamed and walked over to the cupboard.
“Yes, we will. But we'll need lots of supplies. Alex?”
Alex spilled all her bags contents onto the rotting table in the centre of the room. Tinned fruit, crisps, cooked meat, biscuits, little cakes, and loads of bottled water.
“That plus whatever's in the fridge?” She said sarcastically. She'd brought loads.
“Right. Charlie, did you bring batteries?” Violet turned to her and whipped a torch out of her bag.
“I did indeed.” Charlie nodded and opened her bag and showed us around 10 packs of unopened batteries.
“Georgia, where are the sleeping bags?” Alex asked.
“In the front room, i'll just be one second.” I stumbled into the front room and breathed deeply. Unlatching the cabinet, I ran over everything that was going to be going on. This was the most scariest moment of my life. Pulling our suitcases from underneath the sofa, I considered leaving. This was my only chance. I could easily say to my mum and dad that I'd changed my mind after wanting to go to Scotland with my friends for two weeks.
Should I go?
Should I?
“Georgia! Where are you?” Charlie was wandering around and I fell to the floor hopelessly, sending dust soaring into the air from the thick carpet. I couldn't go.
I didn't know whether I wanted to stay or go.
“Here, Charlotte.” I dragged each four cases individually to the kitchen, where the other three were talking about contacting our parents.
“We'll ring every two days. I'm not sure what the weather will be like there, so just say it's breezy every day, not cold, not hot. Warm. Humid. Whatever. Just don't blow our cover. Remember, our parents talk to each other.”
“Are we ready?” I asked, opening the cupboard. A strange smell blasted me in the face. It was awful.
“I think we are. Just the last things... first aid kit... rope...oh, have you locked the front door?” Violet glanced around then nodded at everything
“I'm not stupid.” Alex raised her nose in the air and unwound the rope. “Let's go.”
I climbed in first, and to my huge shock, the inside of the cupboard was colossal. It smelled musty and cobwebs blanketed the ceilings.
“Yuck.” Charlie came second, then we helped lower the cases down. Violet came last, then we all tied the rope to the inside door handle so we could find our way back.
“Woo! And we're off...” I groped around for my torch and accidentally turned it on in Charlie's face.

p.s i haven't spellchecked it or anything yet but i will, so please tell me whats good, bad, and what i can improve.
thankyou.x

It's good. Good description and the dialogue sounded natural.

I can't think of anything to improve at the moment. It looks great.

2009-07-17 13:07:17 by anon

I'm writing this story for someone and it is really important and i really need someones help i got writers block!

The sun was hotter than ever that day, the town Awiti was never really important to South Africa but it was very important to Keira. She worked everyday without a rest and she didn’t have a life of a regular teenage girl, neither did her twin sister. “There, keep that bandage on for two weeks and don’t take it off until I see you next time okay?” Keira said to a little African girl in a dirty paper thin dress. The girl just smiled, every ivory tooth was visible and she could see the joy in her eyes as she ran back to her mother. Keira lived for these moments, it warmed her heart to see such happiness in a child for something so simple as a cast. “Alright Keira, time to rest, sit down you’ve been on your feet all day.” A tall African woman came over to Keira and handed her a water bottle. Her name was Ife, her name meant “love” in Swahili and it couldn’t have been a better fit for her. Ife was very skinny, as were many people in Awiti, her hair was short she was almost bald but she had the most beautiful face and her dark black eyes lit up whenever she smiled.
“So what is the damage today?” Ife said sitting down next to her in a wicker chair. Ife and Keira ran a little hospital for minor injuries next to the real hospital where her sister and mother worked. This little hospital was merely a small house with a few first aid kits and gauze. They made it work though and they didn’t hesitate to ask for more supplies from the hospital.
“Two, broken arms, a broken finger and a sprained ankle. Along with some older patients that came back to get their stitches removed.”
“We’ve been busy today, I’m so glad it is over…well for now anyway. When did you say your mom is getting married?”
“Sometime next year.”
“That’s not too far away my dear, have you even met this man? Whats his name?” Ife asked curiously. Keira didn’t like to talk about her and her family moving away, it hurt too much.
“I have only met him once, but my mom says I’ve met him when I was a child. His name is Isaiah or Isaac?” Ife laughed at Keira’s carelessness.
“He’s going to be your father in a year, and you don’t even know his name?”
“Sorry, I’ve never really had a one on one with him yet but he seems like a nice guy though.”
“Is he here now?” Ife asked her anxiously sitting forward in her chair looking at her.
“He’s in New York right now getting the house ready for us.”
“Your sister Kit, she mentioned something about a trip, where are you going?”
“Oh yes, we’re going to Madagascar before we leave Africa.”
“Get to know this guy on your trip. You need to at least be polite and talk to him because look at what he is doing, he’s paying for the flight, he’s moving you guys into his house, he’s paying for your schooling… He seems like a really great guy and if you would sit and talk to him once in a while you could see that you like him too.”
“I have no intention to get to know the very man who is pulling me away from my home.”
“Keira, this isn’t home. You know what it is like here in Awiti, you fight to stay alive and when you do you are left without a home to go to. This man is giving you something that I have never had, that most of us here have never had. A home. If I were you I would snatch it up in a heartbeat and never leave it.” Ife walked away angrily back into the little house, Ife was right. As much as Keira didn’t want to admit it she was most definitely right. Even though Keira went through a lot with the people of Awiti, she could never fully grasp the desperation they had to stay alive. She had passion for it but she believed that no one can fully understand someone else’s situation unless they go through it themselves.

Refer to the outline that you drew up before you started your story. That helps keep you on track.

2010-12-27 18:19:28 by