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Does anyone have tips for bait to lure the owl to my balcony? How to trap it? and I would prefer to keep it as a pet instead of kill, but I for sure do not want to keep listening to it hoot for an hour twice a day. I do not want to feed it mice, I know they eat those, but, what common foods could I leave out to get it. Also any owl training advice is appreciated.
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Okay lets say I have a friend named Ell. Now Ell likes this guy named Bill. Me and bill are really close friends and we always talk but not flirt. Ell thinks I like Bill just because I think hes hoot like wtf. I dont know why she would talk about me like that. She also thinks I am copying her because she likes bill and apparently so do I. Annd she brought her purse to carry her books in and so do I. I allways brought my purse but I dont bring it on rainy days. I am supposed to wear glasses but I want contacts instead. She thinks im copying her cause she has contacts. She has a friend named Sue and I have a feeling she tells Sue all of this. So my questions arre , wht do I say ? annd I WASNT supposed to know this but my frieend told me . so how do I say this without giving to muuch info cause I dont wanna rat my frieend out. THAANKS
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I read somewhere, that Jesus is walking through the streets with his disciples, and they notice someone preaching and proclaiming his belief in God. Then Jesus said something like, he should "pray in secret... alone and in silence". So, if a believer in Christ is supposed "to pray in secret alone and in silence", then why are there still people ranting biblical quotes in public, preaching to strangers? I'm talking about the occasional guy that gets on the subway, and starts hooting and hollering quotes from the bible.Who I Am, Ricky Smith, and Godboy, gave some VERY good answers! It's going to be hard to decide. Thank you all, I understand the question I was trying to clarify. And forgive me for misquoting, as a few of you have stated.
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this is his song "im blodded" Py til I die, just beacause, pyru, b's up, bitch I'm me [chorus] Young mony is the label Let us in the door, comin in this bitch all red to the floor And I'm blooded suwhoop and I'm blooded suwhoop I got bloods on stage bloods at my shows Fuck with my bloods got blood on your cloths And I'm blooded suwhoop Once again it's on, yea I'm back in the booth Stand at the top like a tac in the roof Still on these hoes like a mack in a suit Still on my toes not a crack in my shoe Rappers talkin about me but I don't give a hoot These niggas still lyin I'm the muthafukin truth Talk tough till I knock off your kuff And I own my team, I'm like a Maloof They hatin on me I'm just tryin to be weezy Just like young jeezy in lambobingghini Smoked out my mind baby and now I'm seein threebies Dope boy fresh from my fitted to my DC All red so these hoes know who we be We B's Bloods we B's Pop pop flow yea ya'll niggas sweet peas Gettin high on a yacht call it sea weed [chorus] Yea, I advance my flow and they must like that They like it so much, they say they wright that Barkin at the dog, but I don't bite back I ain't CPR I ain't bringin they life back Bad CBR bad bitch on a bike back Skittles on my wrist, yea nigga the bright pack Ima shine, I live witha light hat Airforce fly call me a night jet Brand new coupe same color as the sky The dash say two, lord know I'm gon try Cop pull me over lord know I'm gon lie They go up in my trunk lord know I'm gon fry Them niggas throwin salt all over my fries So ima just walk all over them guys Niggas throwin darts never hit the bullseye Young money bitch new orleans east side [chorus] Yea, been around the world rep the same thang Been around the world it's the same gang B's up B's up flame gang braa braa braaa braaa bang bang I tol my homie streets can't sleep on life So he popped the X pill and didn't sleep all night I ain't worried bout you I'm just tryin do me Last album did 2 I'm just tryin do 3 I am wat every pair of eyes oughta see Bitches just wish they could call and order me My momma used to tell me just get a 9 to 5 Cash money made her say never mind I'm fine (B's up!) did you notice a part in the song he says brand new coupe same color as the sky? well lil wayne is a blood so it should be the same color as blood not the color of the sky which is crpyt colors (bloods and crpyts are at war and have been at war for a while)
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Okay, so i just wanted to see if this story is good so far. I'm writing it for my english class. Its not finished yet, but i wanted some feed back. So here it is. Oh and please also tell me if i could improve on anything, I really would like a good mark :) Thanks Bonded by Blood I looked around my room for the final time. All my prize possessions, abandoned. All the time and effort spent painting the walls so they were just right, the perfect shade of green to match my personality. My comfy bed, was never going to be slept in again. This time tomorrow I would be on the run. I went and sat down by my window and looked out. I saw the summer moon shining on the sleeping town. Shadows crept out from dark alleyways, shadows that could be hiding anything . . . or anyone. I heard owls hoot somewhere out in the night. I glanced nervously at the watch on my wrist. It read 11:59. I had finished packing my backpack a few hours ago. It contained a few extra pairs of clothes, all the money I had and some food and water. Oh! And how could I forget my cell phone? Since it was that one dreaded call that started all of this. My parents had always told me that my twin brother had died at birth. I had grown up wondering what he would have been like. I spent my 16 years of life, grieving for him. I thought it was cruel of God to take him off the earth when he hadn't even lived yet. Then came the dreaded call a few hours ago that had changed my life forever. I remember the call clearly. I had been sitting on my bed with my guitar in my hand. I was learning a new song, and was getting frustrated with it. I heard my cell vibrating so I searched my room thinking it was a text from my best friend. But it wasn't. The Caller ID read “unknown caller,” so I hesitated before pressing the “talk” button. “Hello?” I asked quietly. “Gabriella, please don't be scared. And I know this will be a shock to you, but you are in danger. Somebody killed your parents, and now he is after you. You need to leave your house and run. Find somewhere safe to hide. I'm sorry but now I need to go” Was the response I heard. I was too shocked to say anything and I just sat there. Reality had finally sunk in, I quickly got to action packing my backpack with things that I would need. But that was hours ago, I thought, as I came back to reality. I was still sitting by my window. I glanced at my watch again. 12:30, perfect. Time to leave. I quickly got up, grabbed everything I needed and threw open my window. Perfect I thought when I saw the tree just feet from my window. I grabbed onto a branch and climbed to the trunk of the tree, slowly descending the tree. Once I had reached the ground, I did a quick 360 and scanned the area for anything unusual. After seeing nothing, I decided to get as far away from the house as possible. I took off running to my nearest relative's house, my aunt. She lived in a city an hour and half away. I thought it would take me at least 3 days to get there. Good thing mom made me run cross-country all those years. I thought to myself. Or I could have been in serious trouble. But even thinking of my parents made me teary eyed. “Gabby get yourself together!” I said blinking back tears. “You've got a long journey ahead of you! Let's go!” I pushed the thought of my parents out of my head and instead focused on finding my way to my aunt's. I checked my watch and saw it was already 2am. In a few hours it would start to get light out. I would have to stop and sleep until dusk again, then carry on. I kept on running for an hour straight, but very soon I got tired. I took a quick glance at my watch. Three in the morning. Might as well try start to find somewhere to stay until tonight. I glanced around to see if there was anywhere to stay. I saw nothing so I kept on walking. As I walked I kept glancing around, but I couldn't find anywhere to stay. All around me were either trees or open fields. I didn't feel comfortable out in the open fields so I ran when I was near them. After about 45 minutes of wandering, I found the perfect place to stay. It was a little cave surrounded by trees. I took a quick look around, and saw that it was just big enough for me to fit in. The sides were jagged so I had to be careful that I didn't cut myself. I opened my backpack and laid some clothes on the cool rock floor. I grabbed my thick, black sweatshirt and pulled it over my head. I looked in my bag again, and pulled out a granola bar and a bottle of water. After I had eaten, I laid down on my makeshift bed and closed my eyes. It only felt like I was asleep for minutes when I was jolted awake to the sound of voices near by. I sat up quickly and hit my head of the roof of the cave. I said a few curses while rubbing my head. Great, there was going to be a bump. I heard the voices getting loudeyahoo wouldnt let me post the whole thing so here is the rest of what i have. I heard the voices getting louder and I didn't dare make a sound. When they were 5 feet from where I was I could hear them arguing. “The shoe prints are too small to be a boy. They must be girls.” A deep voice said. It was a man that was for sure. In his twenties I would guess. “They could be a younger boy!” This came from a different voice. He sounded closer to 16. I'd say 16 or 17. “Well the footprints lead to that cave. So check it out, there are none leading away from here so he or she must still be here!” The final voice said. He was clearly in charge.After hearing that I quickly scrambled to the very back of the cave. I could still be seen but hopefully not too clearly. Thirty seconds later, I saw a body crouch down to the ground. This is it, I'm going to get caught! I saw the stranger grab my clothes and bag and pull it out. After he crouched back down again and searched the walls of the cave for me. When his eyes met mine I screamed. “She's in here alright guys,” the stranger said, reaching his arm out and dragging me out.I started kicking and flailing my legs but he just tightened his grip on my leg. I began to cry, all of this too much for me. When I got outside the cave, I saw the sun shining bright in the sky. I squinted and shielded my eyes. Once my eyes were adjusted I stole a glance at my watch. 12:00. I looked over at the three men. They were huddled in a group talking. One came over with a blind fold and put it over my eyes. I screamed again. I felt my arms being tied together. I managed to choke out words. “Where are you taking me?”“Just shut up!” came the harsh reply. One of them grabbed my tied up hands and roughly pushed me forwards. I stumbled but kept my balance. I started walking in the direction this guy was pushing me, stumbling every now and again, since I couldn't see. I was pulled to a stop a short while later. I heard a van door open and was shoved inside. Once I was in, one of the men slammed the door shut. They got in the van and sped off. I had fallen asleep because when I awoke, I was in a room I didn't recognize. I heard the voices again. I looked around the room and noticed a boy about my age in the corner. He reminded me of someone. But I couldn't think of who. But when he looked at me and our eyes met, I realized just who he was. My brother. I took a deep breathe. “They told me you died you know, they said you had died at birth.” The boy looked at me confused.The boy looked at me confused. “ I have no idea what you are talking about! I don't even know you. Just shut up or I will go get Sam,” the boy snapped, My eyes widened. I looked at him with hurt etched into my eyes. He on the other hand had rage in his eyes. I had shrunk back into the corner and was silent. I took one more look at him before I laid down and closed my eyes. I could faintly hear his footsteps retreat from the room. I awoke a few hours later. I sat up and rubbed my head. Yep, a bump. The room was darker then I remembered. I got up and went to the window and looked outside. It was pitch black. I glanced at my watch. 9 p.m.. I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. I ran back to my corner and pretended to be asleep. The footsteps stopped right by me. “Are you awake?” the voice asked.I opened my eyes and looked at him. I stayed silent, just looking at him. We looked a lot alike. We both had dark brown hair. He had freckles around his nose, just like mom had. His eyes were a deep blue and they sparkled. He resembled mom a lot. “My name is Brandon,” the boy whispered quietly to me. “Brandon,” I whispered. “You knew what I was talking about earlier didn't you?” “Yes,” Brandon sat down on the cool cement ground. “But, I was afraid. If Sam found out, he would kill me too.” He put his head in his hands. “You mean . . .” I couldn't bring myself to say it. But, he knew what I meant, and nodded. Tears came to my eyes, and I tried to blink them back. “Sam and the others . . . they want to kill me?” I remembered the phone call and put the pieces together. “Just like they killed our parents.” I wanted to shout the last part, but the words were barely a whisper. The tears were spilling over the rims of my eyes now, and it took all I had not to scream.rims of my eyes now, and it took all I had not to scream. “Yes, but it was only Sam who killed them. The other didn't. We just do what he says so he wont kill us.” “How did you end up with him?” I didn't want to know but at the same time I did. “He kidnaped me from the hospital when we were born. That's how all of us came here. I don't know why, but he wanted to kill mom and dat. When he found out, they had a daughter, well he wanted to kill you too. So I had to try and save you. Mom and dad placed two lockets on us when we were born. They had a picture of us and our names. I guess they took yours off after I was kidnaped. That's how I knew who you were.” He sighed. “I didn't do a good job saving you. I'm sorry Gabriella.”“Wait! You were the one that called?” I looked at him and he nodded. “I'm going to kill Sam even if I die trying!” I vowed. Brandon looked at me in surprise, but then his face went hard and serious. “I'm helping” We sat in the basement for hours planning what we were going to do. Brandon rejected every plan I had. And I did the same with his. Finally I came up with a plan that he didn't reject. We finally got done planning at 5 a.m. “You have a pistol, right?” I asked as Brandon walked up the stairs. “Yes, remember, get some sleep. I will come down at midnight.” He winked at me and walked up the stairs.I laid down on the hard, cold cement and closed my eyes. My dream was about Brandon and me growing up. We did everything siblings were supposed to do. We wrestled, played games, went to the park, and were just having fun. When I had woken up there were tears in my eyes. Oh, how I wish that actually happened. I looked at my watch. Ten to twelve. Brandon should be down soon. I should get what we need. I got what we would need and put the items in my backpack, that Brandon had brought down last night. I quickly changed into some cleaner and warmer clothes, and threw my long chestnut brown hair into a ponytail. I glanced at my watch again. It read twelve. I heard footsteps coming down the stairs so I pretended to be asleep in case it was Sam. “Gabby? Are you awake?” Brandon walked over to where I was laying and knelt to the ground.I opened my eyes and sat up. “Yeah I'm awake. So I have everything we need. You have the guns?” Brandon pulled one gun out of his back pocket. “Yes. Let' do this.” He handed me the gun and pulled out another one. I put my gun in my back pocket and grabbed my back pack. “Let's go!” Brandon led the way upstairs. I followed being as quiet as I could. Once we got out of the basement, it was a bit brighter. I looked at Brandon, he had been motioning up the stairs. I quietly followed him. He led me to a small room off the main hallway. He stopped suddenly and motioned for me to pull out my gun. I grabbed my gun from my pocket and pulled the safety lock off. Brandon had done the same. “Three . . . Two . . . One . . .”We kicked open the door and pointed the guns at him. The sound of the door being busted down woke him up. He bolted up in bed and when he saw us he reached for his gun on the bedside table. But I was quicker. I ran and grabbed the gun, putting the safety on and tossing it to Brandon. Now that he was gun less I grabbed the rope from my backpack and tied his hands behind his back. I dragged him out of the bed and into the basement. After pushing him so he was on the floor I spoke. “How do you like it?” “Like what?” Sam asked. Clearly deciding to be a smart Alec. He smirked up at me. I gave him a hard kick in the leg for my parents. “Treated like how you treated me! You killed my parent, kidnaped my brother, kidnaped me, pushed me around, and planned on killing me! Well turns out you don't get to kill me, because you are gun less and oh, I have three guns.” I kicked him again before looking at Brandon. He tossed me my gun and I pointed it at Sam.“You couldn't kill me even if you tried! You're just a silly little girl. You don't have the guts to pull that trigger. I know your type. You think you're all that, well sorry to tell you, you're not. You wont pull that trigger I know you wont. You're going to get Brandon to kill me, even though it wasn't even his parents I killed.” Sam just looked at me with a hint of rage in his eye. Brandon stepped forward. “That's where your wrong Sam. You did kill my parent. Gabriella is my twin.” He pulled out the locket from under his sweatshirt, and tossed it to me. I walked over and held it in front of Sam's eyes. “You are going to pay for every boy you ever Kidnaped, every person you ever killed, and more importantly everything you did to my family!” I tossed the locket back to Brandon, who slipped it back over his head. I pointed the gun at Sam again.“Well if you think you are going to kill me I just have one thing to say first. I quite enjoyed killing your parents. Your mother, oh how she screamed when I stabbed her, how she cried when I said, you were going to be killed to. She begged me to not kill you.” Sam stopped talking and laughed. “Your father on the other hand, died quickly, I made your mothers death long and painful. Your father got a bullet to the head. You mother on the other han-” I had heard enough. “Stop it!” I raised the gun higher so it was pointed at his head. “What can't take listening to how your parents died? Yet you stand there thinking you are going to shoot me? How are you any better then I am?” Sam smirked at me.“I'm different because I'm killing you for killing everyone you have killed and kidnaped! I am nothing like you and never will be!” With those final words I pulled the trigger back and the only sound that came from Sam was a gasp. His dead corpse laid on the ground, his mouth half open like he had been trying to say something. I looked over at Brandon I had never killed anyone before and it shocked me how easily I had killed him. “You did it Gabby, he wont be harming anyone else ever.” Brandon walked over to me and took the gun from my hand. He tossed it acrossed the room and pulled me into a hug. “It's okay Gabby, lets go tell everyone they are free.” He pulled me towards the stairs and up them. He wrote a note telling everyone they were free.I hugged my brother tightly, not quite believing that I finally had the brother I had been grieving for my whole life. “Is this a dream? I don't believe I actually have you back.” “Well believe it, Gabriella it's not a dream” That is the FULL story. Please Tell me what you think :) Thanks :) Should i add anything? Take anything out? Leave it as it is? Please tell me :) and sorry its soo long.
Bonded by Blood- Story For English Class, Please Read! Thank you So Much :)?
Bonded by Blood I looked around my room for the final time. All my prize possessions, abandoned. All the time and effort spent painting the walls so they were just right, the perfect shade of green to match my personality. My comfy bed, was never going to be slept in again. This time tomorrow I would be on the run. I went and sat down by my window and looked out. I saw the summer moon shining on the sleeping town. Shadows crept out from dark alleyways, shadows that could be hiding anything . . . or anyone. I heard owls hoot somewhere out in the night. I glanced nervously at the watch on my wrist. It read 11:59. I had finished packing my backpack a few hours ago. It contained a few extra pairs of clothes, all the money I had and some food and water. Oh! And how could I forget my cell phone? Since it was that one dreaded call that started all of this. My parents had always told me that my twin brother had died at birth. I had grown up wondering what he would have been like. I spent my 16 years of life, grieving for him. I thought it was cruel of God to take him off the earth when he hadn't even lived yet. Then came the dreaded call a few hours ago that changed my life forever. I remember the call clearly. I had been sitting on my bed with my guitar in my hand. I was learning a new song, and was getting frustrated with it. I heard my cell vibrating so I searched my room thinking it was a text from my best friend. But it wasn't. The Caller ID read “unknown caller,” so I hesitated before pressing the “talk” button. “Hello?” I asked quietly. “Gabriella, please don't be scared. And I know this will be a shock to you, but you are in danger. Somebody killed your parents, and now he is after you. You need to leave your house and run. Find somewhere safe to hide. I'm sorry but now I need to go” Was the response I heard. I was too shocked to say anything and I just sat there. Reality had finally sunk in, I quickly got to action packing my backpack with things that I would need. But that was hours ago, I thought, as I came back to reality. I was still sitting by my window. I glanced at my watch again. 12:30, perfect. Time to leave. I quickly got up, grabbed everything I needed and threw open my window. Perfect I thought when I saw the tree just feet from my window. I grabbed onto a branch and climbed to the trunk of the tree, slowly descending the tree. Once I had reached the ground, I did a quick 360 and scanned the area for anything unusual. After seeing nothing, I decided to get as far away from the house as possible. I took off running to my nearest relatives house, my aunt. She lived in a city an hour and half away. I thought it would take me at least 3 days to get there. Good thing mom made me run cross-country all those years. I thought to myself. Or I could have been in serious trouble. But even thinking of my parents made me teary eyed. “Gabby get yourself together!” I said blinking back tears. “You've got a long journey ahead of you! Let's go!” I pushed the thought of my parents out of my head and instead focused on finding my way to my aunt's. I checked my watch and saw it was already 2am. In a few hours it would start to get light out. I would have to stop and sleep until dusk again, then carry on.This is only half done, I have to write a 3 or more paged Hero Quest Story for english class. This is just the beguinning 2 pages :)Here is the next few paragraphs. I kept on running for an hour straight, but very soon I got tired. I took a quick glance at my watch. Three in the morning. Might as well try start to find somewhere to stay until tonight. I glanced around to see if there was anywhere to stay. I saw nothing so I kept on walking. As I walked I kept glancing around, but I couldn't find anywhere to stay. All around me were either trees or open fields. I didn't feel comfortable out in the open fields so I ran when I was near them.After about 45 minutes of wandering, I found the perfect place to stay. It was a little cave surrounded by trees. I took a quick look around, and saw that it was just big enough for me to fit in. The sides were jagged so I had to be careful that I didn't cut myself. I opened my backpack and laid some clothes on the cool rock floor. I grabbed my thick, black sweatshirt and pulled it over my head. I looked in my bag again, and pulled out a granola bar and a bottle of water. After I had ate, I laid down on my makeshift bed and closed me eyes.
Is this A Good Story So Far?
im playing platinum and i have a staravia lvl 21 but i i see a level 12 hoot hoot and idk which pokemon i want and i dont want both
Noctowl or Staraptor?
It's not completed and it ends abruptly i know. just give me your true opinion. I opened my eyes abruptly and stared around the room. It wasn't near morning. The dream played over in over in my head. It had been the very same dream ever since the...accident, but I had been having similar nightmares for months before it happened. The dream had always seemed familiar, almost as if it was a play on my memories. That was then. Now I knew exactly what it was. A riddle. One that led to the answer I longed to find. The dreams had been a warning- and now it was a clue. I got out of bed and tip toed across the room, trying not to wake my mom. I flipped on the light switch and stood against the wall with my heart pounding. I made my way to the window and stared at the sky. The darkness beckoned. I stared out of the window. The trees tangoed to the soft tune of the wind. The branches swayed seductively in a way that only an erotic belly dancer could imitate. My eyes were held by the branch, transfixed, mesmerized. Then, I shook my head and my eyes continued to roam over the desolate, dense mass my mother called a garden. An owl hooted in the distance, but I didn't stir. The morose mood of the night engulfed me, enslaved me. I saw a sudden movement in the garden. My eyes automatically stared further into the dark greens of my mothers flower bed. I poked my head out the window, feeling the night air blow my locks away from my face. Something jumped in my direction, making me tumble out the window and onto the cold ground. I laid on the ground, my back aching. I could see a figure coming toward me so I started to scream. It was the boy with the auburn hair. He had came back to kill me. I tried to move, but my body ached. I should have been dead. My scream turned into a gasp as his cold hand grabbed my chin and covered my mouth. “Do not make a sound.” His words were rhythmic. I cried as he picked me up with a ease that was inhuman. His breathing was erratic as his chest heaved in and out against mine. I waited until he let me go, but he never did. My muscles ached and felt like they had been caught in bob wire and beaten to death. I could hear Mrs. Henry's dog barking in the distance. I turned to face her house. She came out the back door wearing pink pajamas and holding a flashlight. She shined it in our direction, but the boy had already picked me up and moved toward the tree. “What's the matter, Handsel? One of those rabbits running across here?” I stared at the house in front of me as the boys breathing vibrated against the back of my neck. His body against mine felt like a stone. Mrs. Henry patted her dog and retreated back to the house. When the
How does this part of my story sound?
