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Braided Rugs? TO Whom It May Concern, I Am looking to purchase SOMETHING SPECIAL BRAIDED RUGS made by Roseann Kaufman, if anyone could help me out I would appreciate it. Thank You Lee Hert

Does anyone know how to make braided rugs from rags(old clothes)? I would like to give braided rugs as gifts to some elderly people that just can't afford much of anything. I've seen them at garage sales but have never made one. I am hoping some1 here knows or has made some. Thanks & yes I do give best answers & a comment for all your help.

What kind of fabric is most often used for making braided rugs? I would like to make a braided rug and would like to know the type of mateiral most often used?

I am looking for a specific brand, Watch Hill Braided Rugs? I bought s Watch Hill rug about two years ago at J.C. Penney's , and find I need a smaller one to match it. Can you find someone who carries the brand?

what is the best quality material for braided rugs? Cotton, wool, etc. which is the most durable for a kitchen?

where can I find instructions to make braided rugs?

Is there an electric shaver out there for shaving the fuzz from braided rugs?

who manufactures jamestown braided rugs for jc penney? I am trying to locate one in a specific size

how to make hand made braided jute rugs? LIKE THE ONES SHOW ON THIS WEBSITE APPLESEEDPRIMITIVES.COM

Does anyone know where I can get a braided rug repaired within driving distance of Harrisonburg, VA? I have a beautiful braided rug that is unraveling. Does anyone know anywhere I can have it repaired within driving distance of Harrisonburg, VA?

Where is the cheapest place to buy rugs online? I'm looking for some rugs for a Christmas gift, and I need to find some places that have the best prices on wool braided rugs. Thanks! ;)

Does anyone know how to do braiding of Plastic bags to make rugs? When we lived in Texas (USA) We had some people that made plastic braided bag rugs.....If anyone knows of such a thing Would you please share with me As they are very handy to use...Also if you know of sites where I can do plastic canvas work also...Thanks in advance

Where do I find wool for a braided rug? I want to try my hand at braiding a rug. I have studied the procedures and have a wonderful book on the subject. I have searched online for wool but I am not satisfied with what I have found so far. Where is a good place to find what I need? Thanks.

Hand Braided Rug - How to start? I was at a craft show that had hand braided rugs made out of all kinds of doubleknit. They were beautiful!! I'd like to make one to use up all this knit fabric that is left over for projects. My question is, how do you start it? She showed me how to do the braiding and putting it together, but I forgot to ask her how to begin the long braid in the first place. I've looked at 10 sites and not one has instructions on how to prepare that first braid (do you sew the fabrics together? Fold them over. What? I should add that this lady didn't have the braid tacked anywhere. She didn't have a table to use.

Has anyone ever tried to send an email to Martha Stewart? All I want to know is how to make a braided rug!? I want to make a braided rug from my son-in-laws Army uniforms. Any ideas?

How to clean an old braided rug? I don't know if it is an antique (probably older than I am, anyway). I got it from my grandparents house, and I am not sure what it is made of, but it might be some kind of wool. It smells terrible (from years of pet accidents), and collects dust like nothing I have ever seen. I have used some dry carpet cleaners and vacuuming on it, which helped with the smell, but I would like to really clean it so I can use it in my bedroom. Is this something I can or should have professionally done, and if so, where do I go? I would prefer to try home fixes first. Any suggestions? Thanks for the ideas so far! The rug is circular, probably about 6 feet across. I have tried draping it over my porch railing (I am on the 2nd floor) and beating it with the broom, but all I got was a faceful of dust and a nasty coughing fit for my troubles. I like the tub idea... We have a 2-seater with jets!

patterns for braided rugs? WANTED TO TRY THIS ART BUT NEED A SIMPLE PATTERN

How do you make a braided rug? I want to make one for the animal shelter. If it's good I will give it to my grandma for Christmas!

Does anybody know how to make a braided rug out of walmart plastic shopping bags? The part I need to know is do you cut them in strips - how wide- or do you just cut them in half, longways, or what? I guess I could get some out and experiment, but I have lots to do before I can sit down and try it. Then I am sure I will devote all my afternoon to it! ha

How do I remove the creases from a new oval braided rug after it had been rolled up & folded for some time?

Braided rug instructions? Does anyone have a good website on free instructions for braided rugs?Thanks

What is the best way to clean a large braided area rug? This rug is on a hardwood floor and I'm not sure how to clean it without taking a chance of doing damage to the floor underneath it. The rug has never been cleaned before. Thanks

I'm making a braided rug for my daughter? I am almost done, but everytime i try to sew it together it will not flatten. i have done it loose,does not work

Whats the best way to clean dog urine out of a braided rug?

how to clean a braided rug?

I am looking for a company that has bulk wool available for home rug braiding? need to purchase wool by the pound to make braided rugs. where can I purchase wool?

braided rug classes? I live on the North Shore in Massachusetts.I am looking for somewhere that would have classes on how to make braided rugs.Can anyone out there point me in the right direction? Thanks!

cleaning a braided wool rug? i have a huge braided wool rug and was wondering if i could use a bissel home carpet shampooer on it. if not, how can i give it an all over cleaning? i cant afford to take it anywhere professional

braided rug instructions? I am trying to figure out the yardage needed to start a rug project. When the directions say 2 yards of each color, do they mean 2 yards of the 5 inch strip or 2 yards of 45 inch fabric cut into strips?

Does anyone have a picture of how to make a rug out of plastic sacks or bread sacks? my grandma used to make braided rugs out of bread sacks does anyone know how to do that and do you have picture instructions also

What did you do to reuse things in your youth? Braid rugs from rags? Hand-me-down clothes? Did you make patch work quilts or clothing? Gunnysack dresses? Save scraps to use later? Cut out dolls from the Sears catalog? What else?

Do you have someone who can answer decorating question about the color rug I should get? I have a sofa with upholstered cushions in the room. Background of material is off white with large stylized flowers in blue, burgandy, some green, mustard, a little brown. I presently have a braided rug with burgandy and mauve braids. This rug doesn't look right. My furniture is oak, Shaker and Mission. I would prever not to have a braided rug again. Rug covers center of wood floor.

Okay math wiz's- Can you help me determine how many yards of material I need to make a round braided rug? Part 1: I wish to make a 9' round braided rug. Each braid will be about 1" in width. How many yards of braid do I need? Part 2: Fabric comes in two standard widths: 45" and 60" Let's say I cut the fabric in 7 inch strips and make a 3 strip braid. Let's also say that when I braid the strips, the fabric will cinch up to 2/3 it's original length. If I choose 45" fabric, how many yards will I need to make the right amount of braid? If I choose 60" fabric? Round to the nearest inch please. I think I have the right answer, please verify?

I have a Braided Area Rug and I need to reattach one of the coils.? The stitching has come loose and now I need to sew it back together. What is the best way to do this? What kind of needle and thread should I use if I can sew it by hand. Thanks to all who answer...

how to fix an area braided rug?

What color should I paint my walls so that it will complement my gold and burgundy furninture? I have a burgundy leather nailhead sofa. I have an overstuffed chair of both burgundy and a rich gold in an aztec pattern. I'll also be purchasing a nice rustic rocking chair. My curtains are also a rich gold with a muted pattern. Beige and cream tile is on the floor and I have a large burgundy braided rug that's currently used with this set (not committed to the rug). The den, great room, and dining room are open to each other (beige carpeting in den and parts of great room). Clearly I have a lot of beige, burgundy, and gold (in that order). What color should I paint the walls?

Questions about braiding a denim rug? For those of you who have braided a rug using denim jeans, how many pairs of jeans does it take? How large was the rug you made? I have found instructions, but none say how many pairs of pants (even aproximately) that you'll need. I'd like to make a rectangular one, if that matters.

how do i remove a blue dye stain from a brand new braided rug?

I want to make a braided area rug...? Have you ever made one? How big? What material did you use? How long did it take you? Were you proud of the outcome of your work?

How do get cat vomit out of a jute rug? I don't have time/ can't find any cleaners like rugstick etc. I need some kind of homemade formula or something like that. The rug looks kind of like this: http://www.ballarddesigns.com/Rugs/By-Design/Sisal-Jute-Natural-Fiber-Rugs/Braided-Jute-Rug/p/1407?path=1%2C2%2C1466%2C1519%2C1630&iProductID=1407

ODD QUESTION: I have about 50 3.5' strips of braided fabric, same thickness as a rag rug. Any suggestions? I have tried to make a rug in many ways. How do I keep it from curling up?

What color rug for a light green room? White trim. I'm painting the playroom a light green (in the apple green family), with white trim. The floor is a very dark, fake wood-looking linoleum. I'd love to replace the floor, but there's nothing wrong with it. The kids may damage it, so I'll replace it when they're older. For now, I'd like some area rugs, but I don't know what color to use. Light green walls, simple furnishings, white bookcases. The toys and books will add a lot of color mish-mash, so I'd like to keep the rug kind of quiet. Should I go for a tan rug? A braided rug with the green wall color in it? Or a muted floral pattern? Any ideas (or examples!) would be really great. Thanks for your time.

looking for rug braiding classes in central california? where can I learn rug braiding in central california

Should I get braids or a weave or a partial weave? I can't decide. I've heard that if you get sewn in extensions that you can't put your hair up in a ponytail, because the cornrow would show. Braids take so long and I'm not sure if they would fit my style. I have heard good things about microbraids, but heard they take a really long time. I also had braids way back I remember that they felt like sleeping on a rug. But, I had bigger braids in. I like the ideal of being able to wear a ponytail though. I hate to always have to get up and do my hair. That leads me to worry about getting extensions. Will partial be less up keep? Also, can I have a color different than my hair color put in for braids that will look like one solid color; my hair is black. Can I do the same with a weave? I don't mind having the bottom black and the top honey brown w/highlights or something a little funky like that for a partial weave. I wear wigs now and I'm sick of taking my hair off at night. I'm trying to just grow back my hair. I forgot to mention that I work out about 5 times a week.

The artist wants to put a braid trim around the edge of the rectangular rug.? How many feet of braid will the artist need to use?

Just whipped this up trying to look for a topic, care to read? Front Page News Plasma stains beneath family portraits Dust collects on top of fingerprints Bit’s of hair, fingernails jammed in braided rugs Just knowing creates a foul stench Oh, the spatter that splattered when Buckshot went off! It’s been 8 years ago today Claimed crazy residing were once he had killed And he always plans to stay Neighborhood strays never sow to his lawn They scurry by whimpering in fear For a body was missing the law never saw, Not even the protruding ear Grocers delivering food strewed cross the yard And the mailman hasn’t stopped by in ages It is said “who gets too close to what rests inside, Will be next posted on the front pages..."

What are some super long lasting art projects? Such as a GIANT paper link chain, or braiding yarn pieces and sewing it together into a giant rug but something that doesn't take as many materials and isn't too expensive.

Questions about carpeting....? Hi! Thank you in advance for taking time with me ...and Merry Christmas, too! First of all, do you like wall-to-wall carpeting? How often do you have it cleaned.... I guess that would depend upon where you live... but do you have a service come in and clean it for you? Second, do you prefer wool or is a synthetic or a blend acceptable ?...Which is more comfortable on bare feet, especially in the summer ( when I do go barefoot indoors ) ? Is sisal matting hard on bare feet? It comes in such nice colors ... I am tempted... Have you ever had a carpet or a braided rug in the kitchen?

A tough word problem for wise people!? A circular braided rug just fits a square room with sides of 16 ft. When the rug is in place, how much of the old floor will show? Here is the answer, 55 sqft. but proof it.

how do you make a 4 strand flat braid for a rug?

My hair turns as dry as straw whenever I wash it! How do I stop this?? I get a curly perm every 3 months or so and my hair is so soft, light and silky when I leave the salon, but as soon as I wash my hair about a week later, it gets dry and no matter how much product I put in, it never really goes back to that same softness! My hair gets so dry I only wash it once a week and my usual routine consists of: 1. Wash with a moisturizing shampoo (I use Dark & Lovely 3-in-1 conditioning shampoo). 2. Deep condition (Dark & Lovely ultra cholesterol). I put a heating cap on my hair and leave on for about an hour. 3. Wash off conditioner with lukewarm water and squeeze out excess water 4. Apply John Frieda Frizz-Ease serum to wet hair and leave to dry Then, as it dries, it turns real frizzy and looks like an afro!! I've been so frustrated in the past that I've braided my hair and gotten a weave - anything to hide my own hair and sweep my problems under the rug, so to speak, but I really want to be able to wear my own hair!! Any ideas would be appreciated!

HOW long will it take to make a large? braided room size rug out of bed sheets and clothing'' am all alone so far'' i can buy one but rather make my own as something to do fer pass tyme, was knitting till i got with this idea''

How did this object pass through my dog? My one year old lab had been acting sick for the last 3 days or so. He had diarrhea, vomiting, regurgitation, and lethargy. I made him a vet appointment for today. But, this morning I found a large (size of a dish towel) piece of a braided rug on the floor. I am sure that he either vomited it up or pooped it out. It was covered in a brownish/green slime and left similarly colored liquid stain on my carpet (yuck!!). I was wondering how you think he passed the piece of rug, through vomit or poop? He is acting like his old self. I am not certain if I should cancel my vet appointment or not? Probably all questions for my vet. However, I am just curious what the community has to say. Thanks.

Is this a Norman Rockwell "The Medicine? I have a piece of artwork on canvas,signature is n r with the font used by Rockwell. The piece is very much like Norman Rockwell's "The Medicine" from the Tom Sawyer Series. The differences are the color of the cat and the background. My piece has ha table and in the right rear is a chest with a jug, a bottle and watch appears to be a silver or pewter small pitcher. The boys robes is colored and the remainder is mostly in sepia tones.There is no braided rug in mine, no wallpaper or stovepipe. It appears to be old and has minor damage. Any information will be appreciated.

What is this crafting art called? Ok, it's like knotting. It's not weaving or knitting, or braiding. It has a weird name and you do weird knots and you can make rugs and bags and stuff. I cant remember what it's called. Does any one know?

does anyone remember these/...............? when i was a kid, my granma had plastic rugs hand braided with old bread bags.

What is this poem saying? Combing: By Gladys Cardiff Bending, I bow my head And lay my hand upon Her hair, combing, and think How women do this for Each other. My daughter’s hair Curls against the comb, Wet and fragrant—orange Parings. Her face, downcast, Is quiet for one so young. I take her place. Beneath My mother’s hands I feel The braids drawn up tight As a piano wire and singing, Vinegar-rinsed. Sitting Before the oven I hear The orange coils tick The early hour before school. She combed her grandmother Mathilda’s hair using A comb made out of bone. Mathilda rocked her oak-wood Chair, her face downcast, Intent on tearing rags In strips to braid a cotton Rug from bits of orange And brown. A simple act, Preparing hair. Something Women do for each other, Plaiting the generations.

Is this a good decorating idea for my dorm room? I'm thinking of dying a few sheets in different colors and then rip them lengthwise so I can braid it into a rug... With some other dyed sheets, I could make curtains and a hammock. I'm also wondering if you have any ideas for decorating a cabin. I'm going to boarding school and it is a little rustic and there is a lot of dirt, so maybe a darker color scheme. I don't have a large budget and I'm not handy with sewing but I can build. If you have any ideas of what my cabin can look like please tell me! I want to be able to read, listen to music, do homework, play with my dog (he's small so he doesn't need much space to run), eat and hang out in my room... I'm going to have a roommate and my space is pretty small. Thank you for your help!!! I like green and red a lot, more of the deep color.

Have you ever taken a throw away you found in a land fill or alley and turned it into? something totally different but useful? My mother who is a Choctaw Native American told me that her father built their first home from cast off wood he found or got from tearing down old abandoned shacks. He nailed wooden apple crates on the wall to use as cupboards. My grandmother made rag rugs for the floor by braiding strips of rags together. She made feather filled mattresses and quilts from old clothes for the beds. She cooked on a wood stove. My Mom rarely talks about her childhood and when she does I enjoy listening.

Does Chapter 1 of my story make you interested enough to want to read the other chapters? Read details please? I posted a question almost exactly like this about an hour ago but I only got one answer and I would really like to get some more.I started writing a story(it doesn't have a name yet) and I have some questions. I want to know if chapter 1 catches your attention and makes you want to read chapter 2. I hope to publish it someday, but I wont have a chance unless the first chapter catches the publisher's attention. Also, I'm not very good explaining things when I write, so if you have advice on how to make it sound more detailed that would be great. Thanks! Here is chapter 1: I wasn't exactly sure how to react. Awakening to two strange, good looking guys standing in front of me wasn't actually a daily occurance. Of course, neither was being abducted my them either. I struggled against the itchy rope that bound my hands. Was the rope even neccessary? I wasn't the most burly looking girl. Actually, I was quite the opposite. I was never good at athletics at all. I was sitting in a dark room. Dimly lit lanterns hung on the rock walls. The limited light illuminated the two guys faces. The first one was taller and had more muscles than the second one. He had dark, Bronze hair and looked to be around nineteen. He wore a sleeveless black shirt with matching pants. The second boy didn't look too burly but did not look weak by any means. He looked to be seventeen and wore the same clothing as the first guy. He had his arms crossed, a blank expression. "What..do..you want..with me?" I grunted, tugging at the ropes. "I can tell this isn't a random kidnapping." "Someone speaks their mind," the tall one smiled. "Not usually, but I think this is an exception," I answered. I was telling the truth, too. Usually, drawing attention wasn't something I did. The attention seemed to be on me already, though. Okay, maybe I should go back a little. This whole incident began Thursday night. "Leslie, hurry up!" I stood at my locker, slowly dragging my text books into my bag. I turned towards Molly, my bestfriend. "Why are you going so slow today?" she asked. "I don't know," I answered. "I just suddenly got tired. Molly,I don't think I can go to that concert tonight. Molly made a noise of suprise. "You know we've been waiting for Thursday night to come for months," she whined. "I know, but I really need to sleep," I said. "You can take Benjamen." "She can take me where?" Benjamen asked, appearing beside us. He pulled a peice of his auborn hair behind his ear. Benjamen and Molly looked remarkably alike, the two being siblings and all. They had both inherrited the same auborn hair and pale skin. "I don't want to take my brother to a concert," Molly argued. "I might as well take my parents." "I thought Leslie was going with you," Benjamen answered. "I'm just not up for it," I explained. "I'm not feeling too well today." "Why, is something wrong?" he asked, a worried expression crossing his face. "No, I'm just tired." "Exactly, so why not tough it up an go?" Molly questioned. I ran my hand through my dark brown hair. "Sorry," I mumbled. "Fine, I'll take Benjamen," she sighed." Just go home and get some sleep." "Yea, I will." The bell for the end of the day resonated through the school. I felt a wave of dizziness come over me and I placed my hand on my locker for support. "Are you sure you're okay?" Benjamen asked. "Yea, you are starting to get pale," Molly added. "I'm perfectly fine, now, I'll see you tomorrow." I walked towards the doors, the two casting worried glances behind me. I made my way to the buses. The thought of napping in a small bus seat actually seemed nice, for once. As I made my way to my haven, I heard a familar voice. "Hey, Leslie," Braden said. I turned towards a blonde haired boy. Braden was a friend that I occasionally talked to. It was obvious that he had a crush on Molly. She just didn't seem too interested, though. "Where's Molly?" he asked. "She left with her brother," I replied. How many obsticales would I have to face before I could rest? "Hey, are you ok?" Braden questioned. "Yea," I repeated, slightly irritated. "Molly probably just left the building. You might be able to catch up with her," I said. "Oh, ok." Braden turned and quickly headed the other way. People often ask me where Molly is. I guess it's because we've been friends since middle school. I met Benjamen soon after, and we quickly became friends. He's asked me out on a date a few times now, but I can only see him as my Best friends brother. I stumbled into a bus seat and leaned my head against the window. Why was I so tired? I had plenty of sleep last night. I closed my eyes but no sleep would come to me. I sat like that for ten minutes but my body just wouldn't allow me to sleep. I staggered from the bus, the driver glancing towards me nervously. he clearly didn't want any casualties happening under his watch. I walked into my house and collapsed into a chair. My parents were often gone from home because of business trips. They were currently on one that was supposed to last for a few months. At the moment, I enjoyed the silence. My head buzzed, begging for sleep. How was I suposed to give it something that I had no control of? I glanced around the house, suspicion glowing in my eyes. For some reason, I had a feeling that I was being watched. Actually, I had felt like this since lunch. Maybe I was just imagining it. Drowsiness tended to do that. The phone suddenly ran, making me jump. Did I mention that I get very uptight when I'm tired? "Hello?" I asked. "Leslie, its your mother," a voice boomed. "Hey, Mom," I answered. "Have you been staying up all night?" My mother asked. "You sound tired. You didn't go partying did you? Maybe I should come home." "Mom, don't worry. I haven't done anything but go to school," I assured. "Don't come home on my account." "Are you sure you don't need me to come home?" she asked. "I'm sure. I'll talk to you later. I think I'm going to take a nap." "I knew you sounded tired. You shouldn't stay up all night talking to Molly. That part of your life is supposed to be reserved for a boyfriend." "Okay, Mom, bye." I hung the phone up and slowly made my way upstairs. It has always been my mother's dream for me to get a boyfriend. I was never really the dating type, though. i collapsed onto my bed. My eyes were stinging from weariness. The same suspicion that someone was watching me suddenly came back. What was happening to me? was I going crazy? If I was, I never expected it to be like this. I closed my eyes. "She's a strong one," a male voice mumbled. I layed on my bed in a daze. My eyes felt like bricks, refusing to open. Whose voice was that? What were they doing in my house? Why hadn't I heard them? "She's fighting your spell strongly," the same voice echoed. There was still silence to answer him. Finally, another male voice answered him. "I haven't put the full extent of my power on her," he answered. "You're going easy on this one?" The older sounding once questioned. "Usually when the Queen orders you to do this, you quickly force the extent of your powers on the victom." "The queen will be angry if I hurt the girl," the younger one answered. "She's different than the other prey." What were they talking about? The Queen will be angry? Maybe I had fallen asleep already and this was just a dream. "Should we get going now?" The older one asked. "We need to make sure she's fully asleep first," the other one said. There was complete silence. A wave of new, heavier weariness came over me. My eyes stung worse and the buzzing in my head loudened. I had never been this tired before. Did these guys have the power to make me sleep or something? Whatever it was, I couldn't let myself fall asleep now. Something was happening and I had to find out. I fought to open my eyes and was finally successful. Two men stood at the end of my bed. I quickly sat up and the room began to spin around. "I thought you said you were going to make her sleep, not get up," the older one said. The younger one stood quietly, a suprised and irriated expression crossing his face. "Who are you?" I demanded, trying to clear my head. I stood from bed, holding onto my bedpost for support. The younger one held his hand out towards me. It might have been my imagination, but a saddened expression crossed his face. Before I could feel another wave of weariness everything went dark. That's when I awoke in the dark room with the two people. I was no longer tired at all. "You're a lucky one, girl," the older more built one said. "The queen usually kills the sacrifice when they're asleep. Well, I guess that makes you an unlucky girl." "Owen," the younger less built one warned. I could hear full authority in his voice. Owen scowled towards the boy. "I'm only teasing her. Lighten up, Vincent. I know the Queen isn't that cruel. She'll have you put her back asleep before the ceremony." Vincent casted him an angry glare. I sat in confusion. The bigger one named Owen was taking orders from the smaller one? I shouldn't be thinking of that, though. Leslie, you're in real danger here. "You can at least untie me," I grumbled. "Does it look like I can escape?" Owen laughed, his voice echoing through the room. "Maybe we should untie the rope, Vincent," he said. "The girls right, she can't escape us." "Orders were to keep her restrained," Vincent answered. "I'm going to see if the Queen is ready. Make sure she doesn't try and escape." Vincent left the room. The fear that had been lost in my confusion moments ago had finally arrived. Where was I, anyways? The only words I had heard were the Queens orders and sacrifice. Was I going to become a sacrifice and die in this dark place? Fear bit at my stomach. There was no way I was going to get any answers from the Vincent guy. The only hope I had now was the one called Owen. "Where am I?" I asked. "You're at the Queen's castle," Owen answered. "The Queen's castle? Where is that?" "Beyond the city, through the vine wall." There was a large vine wall on the side of town. I had been across it a few times and never had I seen a castle. was this guy crazy? "Why are you answering me so quickly?" I asked. His story didn't sound very realistic and I wasn't convinced. "It's best to let the sacrifices have their last wishes." Vincent noisily strode into the room. He had obviously heard our short conversation and wasn't too happy about it." The Queen is ready to see the girl," he said. I was led along a small corridor. It was brighter than the room so I could finally observe my surroundings closly. The walls were made of gray rock that reminded me of the castles that you would see in the midevel times. Electrical lights were lined across the ceiling. we passed many doors that I wasn't all to eager to see behind. Finally, Vincent opened a large door at the end of the corridor. I was led inside to find myself in a large room. Embroidered cloth hung on the walls. A matching rug was spread across the room, leading to a large chair. In the chair was a women that looked to be in her thirties. Her flaming, red hair was braided and rolled into a bun. She wore red robes that looked very expensive. A golden crown fit upon her head. "Lady Lana, we have brought the girl," Vincent announced. "Bring her forth," Queen Lana announced. They led me forward and forced me onto my knees. I grumbled angrily. "This is deffinatly the one," she mumbled. She examined me quietly for a minute. "Hmm...your powers have not yet peaked." Ok, was this women also crazy? My powers haven't peaked? I wasn't even aware that I had any so called "powers." "What's going on?" I demanded. My fear had not yet left me. "Leslie Milling, age sixteen," Queen Lana began," You currently live alone and don't have many friends. The most interesting thing, though, is that you have extraordinary powers." I stared, confused. "I don't have any powers. Who are you?" "My name is Lana and I am the Queen of Europhemia," she explained," A Kingdom near the out skirts of your town." "A kingdom?" I questioned, not sounding very convinced," And it's close to my town? Behind the vines." I nearly laughed at the last sentence. "Yes, this place is invisible to humans. The only way to travel here is if you have one of my two servants or me." "Those servants are Owen and Vincent," I said, laughing to myself. I didn't usually believe things that I couldn't see. "You have been informed, by Owen, no doubt," she said. "That is right, they are who I spoke of. I'm guessing you have seen Vincent's power, also." I thought back to the incident where Vincent and Owen had intruded into my room. When Vincent spoke I had suddenly became tired. I had not witnessed what he had done, though. "Vincent, Owen, and I are all Ryoku. Humans who are born with special powers. We are all the last of our herritage, so we though. That's when i discovered you." I was now struggling on whether I should believe her or not. I mean, the story was completly unrealistic but that Vincent had obviously done something to me earlier. "I discovered you when I sent Owen and Vincent to scan over your town. It seems that you have hidden powers inside of you." I noticed a hint of malice enter her voice. "Why are you explaining all of this to me?" "Why, you ask?" Queen Lana stood from her chair and walked towards me. She stopped a few inches away and grabbed my chin. "It's because I want that power," she said," And the only way to get that power is to kill you." Fear over whelmed my body. I sat on my knees, paralyzed. "Unfortunatly, your powers aren't at their peak yet," Queen Lana continued. "It would be a waste to kill you now." A slight feeling of relief washed over me. At least I was safe, for now. "Ive decided to send you back to your town. Of course, just until your powers reach their full potential. After that, my two servants will bring you back here where I take your powers. My body trembled. I opened my mouth and barely managed to splutter a sentence. "W-why would y-you tell me this?" I spluttered. "W-wouldn't it be easier to have just waited until then and kill me when I'm sleeping?" "Since you're my most prized sacrifice, I decided to tell you everything. That way, you have time to accept your death and finish any business you have. You see, I am not as cruel as you think." I glowered at her. That was a joke, right? "Prove it," I mumbled. "Prove everything you just told me." "You're still giving me orders?" Queen Lana laughed. "Alright, I'll show you my powers. Bring me the other sacrifice!" Vincent, who had been waiting outside the room with Owen, came through the doors. he pushed a terrified looking man into the room. Like me, his hands were also bound. He looked to be in his late thirties. Vincent brought the man to the Queen, who was now a few feet away from me. I couldn't help but notice, once again, that there was a sort of sadness to Vincent's face. his eyes flickered towards me for a moment as he left the room. The man gasped in fear, which made me quickly return my attention to them. The Queen had placed her hand over the man's face. The man let out a gut wrenching sream as a blue mist rose from his body. The Queen's eyes glew a strange light as she fed from the mist. I sat in utter horror as she killed him right before me. Before I knew it, tears had formed in my eyes. i opened my mouth to tell her to stop but no sound would come out. I was helpless. My only choice was to close my eyes, but I knew it was too late for that. The Queen lifted her hand from his face, and he fell to the floor, lifeless. "Do you see now?" Queen Lana asked. "That is the extent of my powers. I can take the life of any being with my bare hands. None of their body energy can be compared to yours, though. That man didn't have half as much power as you did. I hope you watched well, because that is exactly what will happen to you soon. Only, with you it will take much longer." she smiled malicously. I still had no power of speech. There was no point in denying her story now. What normal human would be able to do that? So, I was a Ryoku. If that was true, then why would she kill one of her own? Especially since there were so few left. "Well, I think I've explained everything needed," Queen Lana said. "It looks like it's time to send you back home. Owen, Vincent!" Both Owen and Vincent walked into the room. "Would you be so kind as to bring her back home?" They both nodded. Vincent walked towards me, and I stumbled back. He placed his hand out, a few inches away from me. The same weariness overcame me. I looked at the Queen, who was now smiling. I saw the body beside her out of the corner of my eye and everything went dark. By the way, there will be some spelling errors and puncuation errors because this is the rough draft. Also, i am new at this and I put in my explanation that I pretty much suck at describing things. That is why i would love some advice on how to describe it better. Thank you for the critism. i am a beginner and by the way I am 15. When I said I want to publish it i meant in like five years. Lol but I do appreciate the critism. I agree that maybe I should have put it as a prolouge. I try to show instead of explain but I pretty much suck at it. LOL I am trying to do better. Compared to when I wrote stories when I was eleven i think i've improved lately. Lol thanks again.

Does the first chapter of my story catch your attention? I started writing a story(it doesn't have a name yet) and I have some questions. I want to know if chapter 1 catches your attention and makes you want to read chapter 2. I hope to publish it someday, but I wont have a chance unless the first chapter catches the publisher's attention. Also, I'm not very good explaining things when I write, so if you have advice on how to make it sound more detailed that would be great. Thanks! Here is chapter 1: I wasn't exactly sure how to react. Awakening to two strange, good looking guys standing in front of me wasn't actually a daily occurance. Of course, neither was being abducted my them either. I struggled against the itchy rope that bound my hands. Was the rope even neccessary? I wasn't the most burly looking girl. Actually, I was quite the opposite. I was never good at athletics at all. I was sitting in a dark room. Dimly lit lanterns hung on the rock walls. The limited light illuminated the two guys faces. The first one was taller and had more muscles than the second one. He had dark, Bronze hair and looked to be around nineteen. He wore a sleeveless black shirt with matching pants. The second boy didn't look too burly but did not look weak by any means. He looked to be seventeen and wore the same clothing as the first guy. He had his arms crossed, a blank expression. "What..do..you want..with me?" I grunted, tugging at the ropes. "I can tell this isn't a random kidnapping." "Someone speaks their mind," the tall one smiled. "Not usually, but I think this is an exception," I answered. I was telling the truth, too. Usually, drawing attention wasn't something I did. The attention seemed to be on me already, though. Okay, maybe I should go back a little. This whole incident began Thursday night. "Leslie, hurry up!" I stood at my locker, slowly dragging my text books into my bag. I turned towards Molly, my bestfriend. "Why are you going so slow today?" she asked. "I don't know," I answered. "I just suddenly got tired. Molly,I don't think I can go to that concert tonight. Molly made a noise of suprise. "You know we've been waiting for Thursday night to come for months," she whined. "I know, but I really need to sleep," I said. "You can take Benjamen." "She can take me where?" Benjamen asked, appearing beside us. He pulled a peice of his auborn hair behind his ear. Benjamen and Molly looked remarkably alike, the two being siblings and all. They had both inherrited the same auborn hair and pale skin. "I don't want to take my brother to a concert," Molly argued. "I might as well take my parents." "I thought Leslie was going with you," Benjamen answered. "I'm just not up for it," I explained. "I'm not feeling too well today." "Why, is something wrong?" he asked, a worried expression crossing his face. "No, I'm just tired." "Exactly, so why not tough it up an go?" Molly questioned. I ran my hand through my dark brown hair. "Sorry," I mumbled. "Fine, I'll take Benjamen," she sighed." Just go home and get some sleep." "Yea, I will." The bell for the end of the day resonated through the school. I felt a wave of dizziness come over me and I placed my hand on my locker for support. "Are you sure you're okay?" Benjamen asked. "Yea, you are starting to get pale," Molly added. "I'm perfectly fine, now, I'll see you tomorrow." I walked towards the doors, the two casting worried glances behind me. I made my way to the buses. The thought of napping in a small bus seat actually seemed nice, for once. As I made my way to my haven, I heard a familar voice. "Hey, Leslie," Braden said. I turned towards a blonde haired boy. Braden was a friend that I occasionally talked to. It was obvious that he had a crush on Molly. She just didn't seem too interested, though. "Where's Molly?" he asked. "She left with her brother," I replied. How many obsticales would I have to face before I could rest? "Hey, are you ok?" Braden questioned. "Yea," I repeated, slightly irritated. "Molly probably just left the building. You might be able to catch up with her," I said. "Oh, ok." Braden turned and quickly headed the other way. People often ask me where Molly is. I guess it's because we've been friends since middle school. I met Benjamen soon after, and we quickly became friends. He's asked me out on a date a few times now, but I can only see him as my Best friends brother. I stumbled into a bus seat and leaned my head against the window. Why was I so tired? I had plenty of sleep last night. I closed my eyes but no sleep would come to me. I sat like that for ten minutes but my body just wouldn't allow me to sleep. I staggered from the bus, the driver glancing towards me nervously. he clearly didn't want any casualties happening under his watch. I walked into my house and collapsed into a chair. My parents were often gone from home because of business trips. They were currently on one that was supposed to last for a few months. At the moment, I enjoyed the silence. My head buzzed, begging for sleep. How was I suposed to give it something that I had no control of? I glanced around the house, suspicion glowing in my eyes. For some reason, I had a feeling that I was being watched. Actually, I had felt like this since lunch. Maybe I was just imagining it. Drowsiness tended to do that. The phone suddenly ran, making me jump. Did I mention that I get very uptight when I'm tired? "Hello?" I asked. "Leslie, its your mother," a voice boomed. "Hey, Mom," I answered. "Have you been staying up all night?" My mother asked. "You sound tired. You didn't go partying did you? Maybe I should come home." "Mom, don't worry. I haven't done anything but go to school," I assured. "Don't come home on my account." "Are you sure you don't need me to come home?" she asked. "I'm sure. I'll talk to you later. I think I'm going to take a nap." "I knew you sounded tired. You shouldn't stay up all night talking to Molly. That part of your life is supposed to be reserved for a boyfriend." "Okay, Mom, bye." I hung the phone up and slowly made my way upstairs. It has always been my mother's dream for me to get a boyfriend. I was never really the dating type, though. i collapsed onto my bed. My eyes were stinging from weariness. The same suspicion that someone was watching me suddenly came back. What was happening to me? was I going crazy? If I was, I never expected it to be like this. I closed my eyes. "She's a strong one," a male voice mumbled. I layed on my bed in a daze. My eyes felt like bricks, refusing to open. Whose voice was that? What were they doing in my house? Why hadn't I heard them? "She's fighting your spell strongly," the same voice echoed. There was still silence to answer him. Finally, another male voice answered him. "I haven't put the full extent of my power on her," he answered. "You're going easy on this one?" The older sounding once questioned. "Usually when the Queen orders you to do this, you quickly force the extent of your powers on the victom." "The queen will be angry if I hurt the girl," the younger one answered. "She's different than the other prey." What were they talking about? The Queen will be angry? Maybe I had fallen asleep already and this was just a dream. "Should we get going now?" The older one asked. "We need to make sure she's fully asleep first," the other one said. There was complete silence. A wave of new, heavier weariness came over me. My eyes stung worse and the buzzing in my head loudened. I had never been this tired before. Did these guys have the power to make me sleep or something? Whatever it was, I couldn't let myself fall asleep now. Something was happening and I had to find out. I fought to open my eyes and was finally successful. Two men stood at the end of my bed. I quickly sat up and the room began to spin around. "I thought you said you were going to make her sleep, not get up," the older one said. The younger one stood quietly, a suprised and irriated expression crossing his face. "Who are you?" I demanded, trying to clear my head. I stood from bed, holding onto my bedpost for support. The younger one held his hand out towards me. It might have been my imagination, but a saddened expression crossed his face. Before I could feel another wave of weariness everything went dark. That's when I awoke in the dark room with the two people. I was no longer tired at all. "You're a lucky one, girl," the older more built one said. "The queen usually kills the sacrifice when they're asleep. Well, I guess that makes you an unlucky girl." "Owen," the younger less built one warned. I could hear full authority in his voice. Owen scowled towards the boy. "I'm only teasing her. Lighten up, Vincent. I know the Queen isn't that cruel. She'll have you put her back asleep before the ceremony." Vincent casted him an angry glare. I sat in confusion. The bigger one named Owen was taking orders from the smaller one? I shouldn't be thinking of that, though. Leslie, you're in real danger here. "You can at least untie me," I grumbled. "Does it look like I can escape?" Owen laughed, his voice echoing through the room. "Maybe we should untie the rope, Vincent," he said. "The girls right, she can't escape us." "Orders were to keep her restrained," Vincent answered. "I'm going to see if the Queen is ready. Make sure she doesn't try and escape." Vincent left the room. The fear that had been lost in my confusion moments ago had finally arrived. Where was I, anyways? The only words I had heard were the Queens orders and sacrifice. Was I going to become a sacrifice and die in this dark place? Fear bit at my stomach. There was no way I was going to get any answers from the Vincent guy. The only hope I had now was the one called Owen. "Where am I?" I asked. "You're at the Queen's castle," Owen answered. "The Queen's castle? Where is that?" "Beyond the city, through the vine wall." There was a large vine wall on the side of town. I had been across it a few times and never had I seen a castle. was this guy crazy? "Why are you answering me so quickly?" I asked. His story didn't sound very realistic and I wasn't convinced. "It's best to let the sacrifices have their last wishes." Vincent noisily strode into the room. He had obviously heard our short conversation and wasn't too happy about it." The Queen is ready to see the girl," he said. I was led along a small corridor. It was brighter than the room so I could finally observe my surroundings closly. The walls were made of gray rock that reminded me of the castles that you would see in the midevel times. Electrical lights were lined across the ceiling. we passed many doors that I wasn't all to eager to see behind. Finally, Vincent opened a large door at the end of the corridor. I was led inside to find myself in a large room. Embroidered cloth hung on the walls. A matching rug was spread across the room, leading to a large chair. In the chair was a women that looked to be in her thirties. Her flaming, red hair was braided and rolled into a bun. She wore red robes that looked very expensive. A golden crown fit upon her head. "Lady Lana, we have brought the girl," Vincent announced. "Bring her forth," Queen Lana announced. They led me forward and forced me onto my knees. I grumbled angrily. "This is deffinatly the one," she mumbled. She examined me quietly for a minute. "Hmm...your powers have not yet peaked." Ok, was this women also crazy? My powers haven't peaked? I wasn't even aware that I had any so called "powers." "What's going on?" I demanded. My fear had not yet left me. "Leslie Milling, age seventeen," Queen Lana began," You currently live alone and don't have many friends. The most interesting thing, though, is that you have extraordinary powers." I stared, confused. "I don't have any powers. Who are you?" "My name is Lana and I am the Queen of Europhemia," she explained," A Kingdom near the out skirts of your town." "A kingdom?" I questioned, not sounding very convinced," And it's close to my town? Behind the vines." I nearly laughed at the last sentence. "Yes, this place is invisible to humans. The only way to travel here is if you have one of my two servants or me." "Those servants are Owen and Vincent," I said, laughing to myself. I didn't usually believe things that I couldn't see. "You have been informed, by Owen, no doubt," she said. "That is right, they are who I spoke of. I'm guessing you have seen Vincent's power, also." I thought back to the incident where Vincent and Owen had intruded into my room. When Vincent spoke I had suddenly became tired. I had not witnessed what he had done, though. "Vincent, Owen, and I are all Ryoku. Humans who are born with special powers. We are all the last of our herritage, so we though. That's when i discovered you." I was now struggling on whether I should believe her or not. I mean, the story was completly unrealistic but that Vincent had obviously done something to me earlier. "I discovered you when I sent Owen and Vincent to scan over your town. It seems that you have hidden powers inside of you." I noticed a hint of malice enter her voice. "Why are you explaining all of this to me?" "Why, you ask?" Queen Lana stood from her chair and walked towards me. She stopped a few inches away and grabbed my chin. "It's because I want that power," she said," And the only way to get that power is to kill you." Fear over whelmed my body. I sat on my knees, paralyzed. "Unfortunatly, your powers aren't at their peak yet," Queen Lana continued. "It would be a waste to kill you now." A slight feeling of relief washed over me. At least I was safe, for now. "Ive decided to send you back to your town. Of course, just until your powers reach their full potential. After that, my two servants will bring you back here where I take your powers. My body trembled. I opened my mouth and barely managed to splutter a sentence. "W-why would y-you tell me this?" I spluttered. "W-wouldn't it be easier to have just waited until then and kill me when I'm sleeping?" "Since you're my most prized sacrifice, I decided to tell you everything. That way, you have time to accept your death and finish any business you have. You see, I am not as cruel as you think." I glowered at her. That was a joke, right? "Prove it," I mumbled. "Prove everything you just told me." "You're still giving me orders?" Queen Lana laughed. "Alright, I'll show you my powers. Bring me the other sacrifice!" Vincent, who had been waiting outside the room with Owen, came through the doors. he pushed a terrified looking man into the room. Like me, his hands were also bound. He looked to be in his late thirties. Vincent brought the man to the Queen, who was now a few feet away from me. I couldn't help but notice, once again, that there was a sort of sadness to Vincent's face. his eyes flickered towards me for a moment as he left the room. The man gasped in fear, which made me quickly return my attention to them. The Queen had placed her hand over the man's face. The man let out a gut wrenching sream as a blue mist rose from his body. The Queen's eyes glew a strange light as she fed from the mist. I sat in utter horror as she killed him right before me. Before I knew it, tears had formed in my eyes. i opened my mouth to tell her to stop but no sound would come out. I was helpless. My only choice was to close my eyes, but I knew it was too late for that. The Queen lifted her hand from his face, and he fell to the floor, lifeless. "Do you see now?" Queen Lana asked. "That is the extent of my powers. I can take the life of any being with my bare hands. None of their body energy can be compared to yours, though. That man didn't have half as much power as you did. I hope you watched well, because that is exactly what will happen to you soon. Only, with you it will take much longer." she smiled malicously. I still had no power of speech. There was no point in denying her story now. What normal human would be able to do that? So, I was a Ryoku. If that was true, then why would she kill one of her own? Especially since there were so few left. "Well, I think I've explained everything needed," Queen Lana said. "It looks like it's time to send you back home. Owen, Vincent!" Both Owen and Vincent walked into the room. "Would you be so kind as to bring her back home?" They both nodded. Vincent walked towards me, and I stumbled back. He placed his hand out, a few inches away from me. The same weariness overcame me. I looked at the Queen, who was now smiling. I saw the body beside her out of the corner of my eye and everything went dark.

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Grow your fingernails - Pretend you're a telephone - Ring - Radiate - Skip - Play hopscotch...with real scotch - Clock the velocity of your REMs - Put your shoes on the opposite feet - Cross your toes - Roll your tongue - Crystallize - Baby oil the floor - Hide - Attack innocent bunnies - Declare war - Destroy a tree - Hide the scrabble bag - Seduce your stick shift - Wink - Memorize the periodic table - Mummify - Pretend you're a roadie - Buy a Ginsu knife - Collect electrons - Correct typos that aren't there - Polish your neck...use Pledge - Recopy the Bible substituting your name for God - Loosen the lug nuts on your dad's new car - Drop your cat off the roof to see if it lands on all four feet - Count the bags under Walter Mondale's eyes - Unscrew all the lightbulbs and rearrange the furniture - Found the Jim Jones School of Bartending - Listen for non-satanic messages (i.e. "Drink milk") - Dress like Motley Crue...surprise your grandmother - Dial-a-Prayer and tell them they're wrong - Go into a bar and ask for a Molotov Cocktail - Learn everything there is to know about the Holy Roman Empire - Make a drive-in window at your local bank where there wasn't one before - Walk on water...but don't get caught - Confess to a crime...that didn't happen - Be in the wrong place at the right time - Plot the overthrow of your local School Board - Request covert assistance from the CIA - Discover the source of the Mississippi - Search for buried treasure...in Nebraska - Hot wax the bottom of your brother's dress shoes - Preach the philosophy of Marx...Groucho, that is - Drink as much prune juice as you can - Write a book about your previous life - Serve ping-pong balls...as hors d'oeuvres - Jump up and down...on your alarm clock - Make a quilt out of used cocktail napkins - Sterilize your stereo...with Jack Daniels - Carve you and your girlfriend's initials...in a marshmallow - Drive the speed limit...in your garage - Sing the national anthem...during your calculus final - Wear a three-piece suit...in a sauna - Pay off the national debt...with a bad check - Go to a cemetary and verbally abuse dead people - Give yourself a hernia...for Christmas - Defend your neighborhood from roving Mongol hordes - Recite romantic poetry...to your toaster - See if you really can build a nuclear device in your own basement - Go to McDonald's and pretend you can't speak English - Write to your congressmen, senators, President, etc. to tell them what a good - job they're doing...On April 1st - Find the heat capacity of your chemistry professor - Take apart all your major kitchen appliances...mix and match them - Turn your TV picture tube upside down - Phone in a death threat on President Kennedy - Put lighted EXIT signs on all your closets - Carry a tune...drop it, see if it breaks - Be planar...but don't tell your parents - Play hockey with your little cousin...as the puck - Make a deal with the devil...but keep your fingers crossed - Put instant concrete in your big brother's waterbed - Give a lecture on the historical significance of cream cheese - Debate politics with a fern - See how small you can scrunch your face- Sell firewood door to door...in Atlantis - Found the TLO (Toledo Liberation Organization) - Play nuclear chicken with a small third world nation - Raise professional certified racing turnips - Give your grandmother a raise and another day of paid vacation - Lead an aerobics class...for patients of the I.C.U. - Go to a drive-in movie in a tank - Go to a non-drive-in movie in a tank and drive in anyway - Send President Reagan an alarm clock...wind it up first - Found a cockroach stable and stud ranch - Send your goldfish to obedience school - Free the oppressed toasters of America - Weave a tablecloth out of copper tubing - Give your cat a suntan...in the microwave - Park your car...with a friend - Park your car...with a group of friends - Frame your first statement of bankruptcy - Place it on the wall of your office - Solve the population problem (x^2 + y^2 = population...solve for x) - Contribute to the population problem - Wear a T-shirt that says "I'll walk on you to see The Who" and a peace sign - Practice the Aztec method of heart removal on your professor - Find out who made the super glue commercials and give them your Ginsu knife - Get Ronco and K-tel to merge...they sell the same stuff anyway - Sneak into a nuclear physics lab and stay the night - Play with anything that looks interesting - Drop piston engines on two people and see who squishes first - See if your goldfish can live in Coors rather than water - Try to ignite water...the Mississippi might work - Draw Venn diagrams...screw them up - State fallacies as fact (like, "peanuts grow on bushes") - Visit the Architecture building...loudly criticize its design - Make a schematic drawing...of a rock - Wallpaper your laundry room...with pages from books you don't like - See if diamonds really do cut glass...on everything in your neighbor's house - Tenderize your tongue...chew on it for a while - See how long you can stare at a fluorescent light...try green - Bronze your sister's turtle - See how long it takes for her to notice - See what she does when she notices - Bronze your sister- If you lose, stop watering it and try again. - Increase your territorial holdings by force - Find out how many ways there really are to skin a cat - Boldly go where no man has gone before - Be a threat to the American way of life - Do research into the cause of World War III - Be a threat to the Northwestern Tibetan way of life - Re-establish the Roman Empire...in Pittsburgh