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Why is our cat peeing in the bathtub, bathmats, his bed etc?

We have a 3 year old neutered male cat, GQ, a 2 year old spayed cat, and a 6 month old spayed female puppy, who all get along nicely. The two cats have been best buds and inseperable since we adopted them several years ago. Our puppy and kitties get along nicely, and don't really interact much at all.

The cats have their own section of the house where the dog cannot go unless under 100% supervision by us (we established that the cats were here first...ie. it is their domain)

Anyway, our fixed male cat lately has been peeing in the bathtub (we have caught him a couple times), or the soft bathmat, or his little cat bed, and sometimes the dog bed in the living room. His litter box is self-cleaning, ALWAYS clean, we use crystals, baking soda mixture--the whole deal...the same for the past 3 years...Why has he started to do this?

Notes:
We took him to the vet--he has nothing wrong, no urinary tract infection--nothing. Perfectly fine.

The self-cleaning electric litterbox has always been his litterbox--but with no top on it--just out in the open. Since we got the dog and did not want her eating the litter and poo, my fiancee made a cat litter cabinet out of a huge bamboo storage trunk with a lid--for privacy and so it looks nicer--so now they have to go inside the hole he cut out in the side of the "box" to go potty. Could that be the problem? He goes poo fine in the litter box, but every once and a while he chooses to pee in weird places.

Anyone have similar stories? Ideas to help him? Should we take the litter box out of the storage trunk and have it out in the open again(we're thinking the bamboo is absorbing the scent and making him not want to go in there? But our girl cat has no issue with it!)

Help!

Oh yes: GQ is a domestic short hair-15lbs
The girl cat is domestic long hair- 7 lbs.
No changes is in diet as of yet. Still eating the same food and amount as always!

i definitely say another check for a UTI is needed. nothing else would explain why he will poo-poo in it but pee-pee in it. he has got to be relating his pain while urinating in the litter box. it needs to be checked again. ask for a full blood panel check at the vet. good luck!

I know the guards have numbers like #1 etc. but when u take the guard of and turn the handle to the highest setting is there a term for this. this is the level which i like my hair cut and i want to be able to express it to a barber.

tell him you want a HIGH ZERO. If he looks at you funny, explain it to him. Not everyone knows what it is.

I'm looking for the name of a children's story or simply an old tale where a guy promised to nut cut his hair or his nails for some period of time, like maybe 15 years, and in return, he would be given a purse/wallet that would never run out of money. What's the name of this story?

There is a Grimm tale named Bearskin where a soldier makes a pact with the devil. If he can go seven years without bathing or cutting his hair, he will be very, very rich. You can read the story online and see if this is what you are thinking of.

This is a part of a trilogy I am writing, please be merciful, I'm only 14, haha. But constructive critisim would be great, so long as you try to be kind
Chapter 13
Days passed (or so I am assuming for it seemed quite a while) the knife and sounds from above my only companions. When I was sure no one would come down to check on me I looked at the knife, felt its blade, cut through the increasingly growing amount of water. As time passed I became more and more sure that their intention was to drown me. I wished over and over again that I had never made a “deal” with that strange woman who called herself Darfur, or Dathenia… or was it Danetha? At that point I could no longer remember.
One day in what I believe to be a week after having been tricked into this daunting fate, the water was at an extreme level, so high that I began to desperately flail. “This settles it”, I thought angrily, “They mean for me to drown! Oh the wasted years! I am to die during a fantastical adventure that reality was never meant to accept!”
I had little time for sentimental goodbyes or thoughts, the water rose at an incredible rate, feet within seconds! My impulses told me to fight; I did not question their authority. My arms and legs kicked at random and uncomfortable angles, the water forcing itself upon me, every minute doom called, I closed my eyes as I saw the ceiling come nearer, reached my hand as if in hope of a divine intervention that would save me, I knew I was to die here, without dignity or hope. Suddenly a hand clasped mine, stuck dumb I looked up and saw a figure who’s hand was the only visible part of him, the rest of his body played out in shadow. He was no savior of mine, I could tell partially by the manner in which he chose to pull me up, more of a yank than a gallant attempt at preserving my life. He pulled me forward whether I wanted him to or not causing me to slip on the glossy floor of rain still falling. Sheets (or rather blankets) of it fell everywhere, I could barley see.
The wind, she played with the ship as though it were a toy and the lightening growled loudly enough so that even the lion shrank back in comparison, I now understood why Williams stories always spoke of storms at sea like nightmares. Horrified I continued my stumbling walk, or rather was forced to. Several men followed, I could see no destination for us until we walked up to a large wooden pole sticking out of the deck, just as decrepit as the rest of the ship. But it never the less, held up the sails.
I stared blankly for a few moments thinking that this silent march had been useless in every aspect of the word for everyone aboard. My illusion of peace was shattered as the thunder roared with greater rage than the devil himself, I felt the ship shake and men’s laughter filled the air as I was pushed down. I felt someone’s boot on my back and the cold kiss of a gun to my neck. Overcome with fear I lay on the ground even after the feelings of the boot and gun had left, only able to turn my face to the enraged sky. The man whom I had first seen and I believed to be the captain appeared as the thunder shook the sky, “get up” he said in a voice of mock pity and despising anger.
I did not want to know exactly what he would do if I were to disobey, I slipped clumsily to my feet in a sad attempt to keep my dignity, as the thunder thrashed and the ravenous sea devoured anything within its reach.
The heatless, cold, kiss of a sword to my back made me jump; cruel laughter filled the air silenced by one word whispered in my ear, “climb”. “climb what…” my thought trialed off as my eyes fell upon a faulty, wildly swaying rope ladder, my jaw dropped as I realized what it was connected to, “they want me to climb… to the top of the mast!” The wind seemed to laugh as I was forced up; my hands felt the cut of the rope, my heart the expectation to stop beating any moment. As I furthered in altitude my fear became more extreme, by any common sense one would think I should have fallen, but I did not. The rope bucked like a wild stallion, as wild as the ill men below me, gunshots and laughter filled the air, I could barely see them through the sheets of rain.
I saw the top, I reached for it, and I made it. My body swayed unnaturally at every instant of my climb, but there, at the top of the sail, it was even worse. Whatever devil created that horrid thunder seemed only inches away, for fear of what was above I jerked my head downward, fear welled up like a serpent inside of me. I can not describe the fear, the panic I felt, the ocean was alive. Huge waves tossed the boat like William with a toy, enormous waves that could sink a ship any smaller than this. The wind seemed to rip and scratch at my face while my body was tugged at by invisible evils, thunder screamed for attention. That was when I heard it, not a gunshot, not thunder, a cannon ball, barely missing me. I screamed and stumbled, nearly falling to my death, toward the other side of the mast, to late, another canon ball skimmed by my legs, and I knew there was no hope as I lost my balance for the last time. That was when I remembered, I had a knife.
I had kept it close to me, just beneath my dress, in all of the confusion my body must have warmed to the point where I could no longer feel it. I began to reach for it when the ship lurched forward , I felt my feet tip and I fell, my hands lurched up in random positions, just in the right direction and time, destiny, I suppose it was, carefully, painfully, allowed my hands to grasp on to the wooden pole placed horizontally. Biting my lip I reached underneath my dress, felt the welcomed cold of the knife, and lost control as a cannon ball flew by, both of my hands let go in a sad attempt to block its blow, I felt my hand aim the knife toward the sail and, wind ripped the last bits of life away from me, but not quite. My weapon hit the sail, for a few moments I heard a rather pleasant ripping sound, all that passed through my mind, all that I had time to think was, “I did it!”, but my hand held no strength compared to nature, the force of gravity to strong, my hand almost broke as it was forced to let go, this was the end.
Or so I thought. A huge rush of air I felt from below, someone yelled something inaudible, and I bounced. Something soft was beneath me, the wind threw me around a bit each time I came up, but I was alive, as well as disoriented. When my body finally calmed I looked down to see what had saved me, a huge white piece of cloth was beneath my feet, the sail itself.
The only ingredients I could feel in the air were my own fear and confusion. I saw the root of my escape now, a ladder. An old ladder made of rope which appeared to be moldy, I saw no other way out. Strange, so unlike me to do something like this, I grabbed a hold of the first wrung.
Chapter 14

My climb down had been less than pleasant, the storm abused me every chance it could get, my hand was in pain from my earlier venture, and my heart twisted into a knot, unsure of what the wind would choose to do with me. By the time I made it down I had a plan, I would run as fast as I could and hope to God I escape somehow. There was no need for this, by the time I reached deck chaos had broken out, guns banged, the sounds of clashing swords the rain could not silence with her silky vale, blood shed was afoot. Suddenly, a silvery flash of metal, two men ran into me, I saw only the grey eyes of the merciless captain and a man who was familiar in this weather, Meredith.
My body was at last hurtled to the dust covered, brittle deck, forcing me to cry out because of the small fire within my hand. I crawled behind a barrel, full of cowardice and terror. My ears rang with the cries of battle and pain, I looked up almost hoping to see an angel coming for me to put me out of misery, to my surprise two luminous shapes were atop the sail. I was fooled for a moment, my mouth dropped thinking my death wish had come true, but angels know no fear, and the men I saw were fighting for their lives. I saw their swords clash, their bodies stretched as far away from each other as possible. Never had I seen such a thing in my life, for the very next moment they were inches behind me, and for the first time in this battle they both lay eyes on me.
Both men made desperate grabs for me as I ran hunched over with fear, away from them. “She’s mine!” I heard one of them boom in a voice like thunder, the other yelled back in a voice like a whips cracking, “A just cause means nothin’ in war!”
My mind was full of thoughts to numerous to comprehend, I suppose my most instincts basic instincts took over for I did not realize what I was doing as I ran and pushed anything in my path away. Through the cries of men I went, at last I saw the edge. Realizing I had no where to go I ducked down and closed my eyes.
I felt my stomach slowly rise and fall in unison with my gasps. The thunder had not quitted, the rain still poured down on me. Suddenly a rough hand grabbed me away from my position, it took me up in its arms, I screamed loudly in shock and protest. I was in the air, held on to by the hand, and suddenly I landed. Pain shot up through my legs. I grasped a wooden pole for support, not sure what had just occurred.
I fell over, looking up I realized the rain was clearing, distant shouts slithered through the fog “He deserves death! Find them or his fate shall be yours!” They sounded female, yet in no way was it like any female I had ever heard before, the voice was loud, commanding, and in no way like the voice ladies were expected to speak in. My mind had wandered so much to the voice I nearly forgot the situation I was in, I turned my face up to where I felt a familiar presence. “Hello Ellen” said a man with broad soldiers and matted brown hair.
“How do you know my name?” I asked, hoping that bravery would save me from harm. He smiled showing his almost carnivorous teeth. I shrank back not caring to say any more, “I know much a normal man wouldn’t. But I’m not a man any more now am I?” This puzzled me, I hate not understanding things that intrigue me, and so I was sent into a series of pouts.
I was slowly becoming aware of the fact that I was in a rather small boat. An almost to comfortable silence fell over the boat, I wished he would say something for the longer I starred at him the more familiar his gestures and expressions became. Almost as if I knew him from somewhere other than this strange foreign world.
“You best be thankful Ellen, I sacrificed my entire crew for you”, to queer feeling to speak I sat there wondering why I was of such importance, but my curiosity took over, “Where are we going?” my voice shivered with the rest of my body. “There” was his answer, but he pointed no where, “Excuse me?” I was becoming more accustomed to him, “Over there” he said this as though he had quite clearly pointed it out for me. I sighed realizing I would get no answer, but he did not seem threatening so I worried not.
I heard a strange groan, the best way to describe it would be that of an old man having a bad dream. However at a much louder volume, and from beneath the water. My heart began to beat quickly, a feeling of bizarre fear came to the pit of my stomach. I could tell he had heard it too for his eyes grew wide but quickly shrank again, “Lovely day for swimming isn’t it?” the cold bit my face, “excuse me?” He shrugged, well I’ll be off then, just remember where your going! And don’t dilly dally unless you wish yourself harm!” He lept overboard just as I said “But you never said where I was going!” But he was gone. I shrank back in the boat but quickly sat up erect as I heard the groan again, but this time closer.

Hey!
Okay this is great!
And any of you who think it is bad are mean!! She's only fourteen and for being that age it is great! So any of you who don't like it you really don't have to say anything! Okay!

But if you do publish it I'll read it!!
I also like writing stories!!

Good luck!
xoxo
Blair ♥

I just recently adopted my uncle's dog and his hair is extremely matted. I want to get his hair cut soon so I can prepare him for some summer fun but I want to cut his hair first. Please HELP ME! If you have any suggestions on what clippers to use and which blades. My budget is probably under $150 dollars. He is shih tsu and Poodle.

If your dog is that severely matted it may be best to shave him down. The knots of fur are most likely causing skin irritation, poor guy!

well i dyed my hair this awful gross orange color from my original blonde color..the box said it would come out in 28 washes haha (riiight) and anyways all of the hair dressers say it was actually permanent ughh well anyways it's basically out but it screwed up my hair..so i had a little past my shoulder and then i got it cut above my shoulders and i HATE it.. well now that you know my whole hair life story..any suggestions

sincerely,
madelyn =)

xoxoxo

Always use a good shampoo and conditioner. Only shampoo your roots, and condition your ends. Never getting haircuts works only if you want unhealthy long hair, which is worse than short hair if your trying to grow it out. Go though and cut off all your split ends inbetween hair cuts, that way they can cut off less hair when you get a trim. You can twist your hair in sections so all the ends stick out and go through and cut off the parts that are unhealthy. Avoid styling your hair too much. Blow drying, rubbing your hair with a towel (just ring your hair out and let it air dry), curling and straightening all promote breakage. If you have died hair there a serum called "anti snap" that works well, you can get it at regis salon. Also, try to avoid products with silicones.

i hope this works, my hair grows pretty slowly but since ive been taking good care of if i have noticed a difference.

This is a prologue of my story. I'm young so please be easy on me.

Prologue

Romaniz pounced up and down through the thick and humid forest of Conscia. The undergrowth was wet and sunlight was infrequent, peeking through the smallest gaps between the canopies of leaves. His upper torso was wet with his own blood and his deep wound was done by his own thin blade. He was starting to pant but the cave was near, not far ahead. His crimson blood was dripping second after second leaving a trail behind. He was afraid that someone might follow him so he started running on his four legs a little faster jumping and crawling through the vegetation. There it was, the damp and dark cave he has been taking refuge in for quite a period. “Just a little more,” Romaniz thought in his mind as his vision was blurring due to the immense amount of blood that he lost. His pace started to slow down and in a blink of an eye light flashed around him and when it was all gone, there stood a young man kneeling on the floor, no more a white furred wolf. Blood was still dripping from underneath his shirt and flowed through to change his shirt from a light yellow to a dark red which was spreading all over rapidly. Half the blood from his body was already lost and much more was still flowing out in thick drops. He dropped his blue battle coat which was emblazoned with the crest of a phoenix on the breast pocket onto the ground along with his swords. He dragged his body deeper into the cave as blood smeared onto the ground and all of a sudden he collapsed. He was sprawled on the ground, covered in his own blood. Blood was still flowing from his deep wound caused by his own blade which lay beside him, wet with crimson liquid.

“The Guardians of Kronov rumoured to be found in the 12th century by a young man named Ashcroft Arwan, was only an idea to uphold peace between certain human kingdoms and empires that were creating chaos and war. Although they had already discovered our kind then, the young man was never foolish enough to dwell upon the idea of using his army to oppose the Ancient Family. Soon, they used artificial magic to train fighters as they thought more power was necessary. After issues were settled among humans and peace was achieved, they soon became our biggest problem. They were an army full of well trained fighters with a lot of power and nothing to fight. Those in black usually came past our kingdom to speak with the king in the 15th century, King Kannabis. Unfortunately one meeting changed the fate of two lands, Kronov and ours. We still not know the cause of the tussle but we know the Guardians initiated it at first and King Kannabis realized we ought to fight back. Thus the battle between the Guardians of Kronov and the Zealots of the Ancient Family began.”
-Paragraph III, Page 588 of The Ancient Family philosophy book

The golden-haired youngster started fiddling with his father’s sword, thinking if being a Guardian of Kronov was the right choice or not. He was sitting on his bed with his silver armoured suit on and he kept gazing into the reflection of his face on the silvery surface of the broadsword. Whether or not his fate was sealed to die as a Guardian he had to become one. He slid the sword into the wide scabbard and walked out his wooden decorated room and faced nothing but the future. He was willing to risk his life and even leave his family, relatives, friends and his past. Everyone gave goodbyes but he didn’t seem to listen and stared at something distant as he waved away of what had made him that day. On his seventeenth birthday.

“The Holy War happened in the year before this article was written. The war was the greatest clash between the Zealots and the Guardians of Kronov up to date. Many of ours died but theirs have been decreasing immensely from two hundred to fifty in number only. As elite fighters battle it out we realized, we were on the same level, no more, no less. As a writer I never thought of a cause that would end the rivalries, the bloodshed or the immense violence until now. Nothing but rage fueled their thirst for violence and defeat of the other party. The Guardians though like the Zealots were not much different. Both helped the innocent, had loved ones, both were only heartless to each other. I know not much of the Guardians of Kronov but what rumour I heard of their weaponry caught my attention. For the Zealots, they train with magic, are born with magic and are magic. The Guardians of Kronov use an amulet or pendant which they wear around their necks. These pendants contain the soul of creatures, whether from this world or not, we do not know. We have never seen them transform into these beings before but that is what these pendants are for. Enough said. I shall sign off.”
-Article 56, the Holy War and the Guardians of Kronov by Alexise Quartet

“The gift to draw negative energy is very rare and it can happen to anyone and usually randomly. The gifted will absorb the melancholy, hatred and anger of worlds and use it as power. The feeling was great; a burst of energy and power within you but the gifted will feel the pain, sorrow and hatred of the ones he absorbed from whether plant, animal or human. Once the gifted absorbs enough base power, he or she needs no more as he or she recycles the power that he or she gives out. The flowing emotions power him or her on and on. Only an abstract material can stop these beings. The answer is yet to be found. So far in the past centuries, no ‘Fallen’ have been discovered. Only one case ever happened but luckily that ‘Fallen’ had drifted off with another piece of earth into space and has never been seen again. We not know of what gives them the power to do so but with no specimen to study directly it is not possible to go further. The creatures that had their negative power drawn have lost the feeling of sadness, anger, hatred or death. Very strange, indeed. Wonder if there is an opposite? That would be dangerous.”
-Biogic Human Times, July 10th, Page 28 by Barthemeus Torche

He awoke in a white plain room with an IV on the side of his bed and multiple blankets over his body. His torso was wrapped in bloodied bandages and it stung so much when he made use of the muscles there. He felt paralyzed and confined in the hospital gown and his range of vision was restricted and he couldn’t turn his neck properly. He was looking around the room for her. “I’m here.” He glanced downwards and saw the only person he could ever trust. His pride, his love and his life was still living and breathing at the foot of his bed. “Oh good, you’re ok.” “Yes, but not you. I was worried and Arwan sent a team after you.” She said silently, averting her gaze from his fallen state to the window. “But I’m fine if you are.” He laid there acting as though the two holes in his stomach weren’t real and proceeded to get some sleep while he could. “They barely got you in time. You nearly died. Do you care how I feel? I couldn’t sleep. I didn’t cry because a Guardian can never cry even in private. If there was no code I would have drained these eyes because of you. You never cared how I feel. Selfish. As long as I was yours. That was all that mattered.” Her tone did not change and was still monotonous but her feelings reached through her words and pierced right through him. He struggled himself to get up and apologize to her but it hurt so much, it pinned him to the bed. She stood up from the chair and left silently and effortlessly with her thick broadsword over her shoulder. “Sleep. I want your wounds to heal and tomorrow morning I’ll be leaving to clean up the mess of what’s left of your mission. I decided to cancel my presence to take care of you but seeing that my help is not welcome or appreciated and that the servants can do a better job I’ll leave at dawn.” “No! You’ll die if you want to fight that beast. Even my team couldn’t make a cut on it’s body. Please. You know I love you and was sorry that I worried you a lot. Please don’t.” He was pleading as his face could only see the ceiling. He struggled to get up but he couldn’t. “But Arwan doesn’t know that I cannot defeat it. Sleep well. I love you too.” She shed a tear as she walked out of the room and left it to flow down her cheek. She let it flow from her face proudly. It was evidence of her love.

“No. Get me out of this thing! Someone. I demand you to get me out of the bed. Carry me. I don’t care.” He shouted out orders but it was no use. No one was there to hear except for her as she retired to her room. Blocking out his pleads which made her feel worse. She laid her broadsword on her bed and sat there with crossed hands, ready to meet death the next day.

“I haven’t made love to you in a long time. I’m sorry. Come, here.” He gestured her to come closer. “We never made love before, Romaniz.” She answered with a confused look. “Haha. Not that type of making love. I meant cuddling you, kissing you and all that you know?” He laughed triumphantly seeing her face from a confused one to a one lit with understanding. “Oh yes. You haven’t done so in a long time and I’m angry that you didn’t. Hmph.” She turned her gaze away with eyes closed and lips curled downwards. “I’m sorry. I’m busy. Come, here.” He dragged her forcefully and lovingly by the waist across the bed and laid his chin on her shoulder, arms around her waist. He then started nibbling on her neck then the cheek. Stopping once or twice to look her in those glassy eyes and smile. They finally kissed on the lips softly after he nibbled on her for quite a while. “Your lips have never lost their touch, huh?” “Nope.” He answered, silencing her by kissing her again and again. They stopped and held hands and directed their gaze towards the full moon. She let go of his and walked to the window by her bed that was wide open to let the moonlight in. She gazed for a moment until Romaniz wrapped his arms around her waist and arms and laid his chin on her head from behind. He was about to proceed and nibble on her neck but stopped and sniffed lightly. He closed his eyes as she lay her hands over his and watched the scenery upon them. “Hazel, I love you a lot.” “ Me too.”

She snapped out of her dream and smiled a little. She was dreaming of a memory she held so dear to herself. She glanced to her window and noticed the dark sky. An abyss without the moon. It was completely dark and it felt like their relationship was like the sky. It was falling apart and there was nothing bright in it anymore. She knew there was still three hours or more till dawn and decided she needed as much sleep for the mission.

He cried all his tears out the night before blatantly as his eyes were sore and so pink to the flesh. There were also dark lines which outlined the depression under his eyes. He couldn’t cry anymore, and for the first time, his articulation of words were disastrous. He stuttered and choked. He could only hold her gloved hand after giving up with speaking to her. He was begging, pleading while she was upright and strong and despite the ache in her heart, she could do so with ease. She brought his figure up and kissed him softly and proudly on the lips with her eyes closed. Like it was their wedding and they had finished their vows. He kept his eyes open, not in shock but too register this moment as a photograph, so he could remember her serene face while she kissed him. When their lips were apart, he hugged her to his chest and sniffed her hair and hand clutched to her head. She forced herself apart and told him, “I need to go.” He only nodded in acknowledgement and looked on, his chocolate eyes were pathetic and his hands reacted to reach out for her. But he retracted them as he knew that she burned bridges already. There was no coming back. She received her broadsword from a servant and slid it into her scabbard which hung over her shoulder. An audience looked on as they kissed and parted, nobody with the courage to stop them. She proceeded to hop on her transport, taking a last look at her other half for what might be the last time. She was ready to leave and command her comrades to depart but she looked around her and tried her best to memorize the place. But someone else didn’t want her to stay long as it seemed. Multiple arrows whizzed by but the Guardians were prepared with armour which deflected the weak projectiles off. Much more arrows pelted and rained onto them. She easily repelled the arrows off with her broadsword but something was not right. What was their purpose, she jumped off the saddle on her transport and headed back towards the castle’s entrance with her weapon ready but what she saw made her dizzy, angry, sad and shocked. He stood there like a warrior he is, wielding his swords gallantly. But two arrows were sticking through his chest and his healing wounds reopened to form a large patch of blood around his waist. His swords were thin and he was vulnerable without his armour. She was so shocked and paralyzed, she didn’t notice enemies passing her and confronting him. He finally fell after a jab from one enemy to the abdomen. He was helpless. She carried him up but decided he was better off lying on the floor. His eyes were starting to turn gray and he muttered his last words, “Don’t go.”

Sweat was running down her face and she was freezing to the bone. It didn’t take long for her to realize what the dream tried to interpret to her about him. She had to stay with him or he would die. It was chilly despite the fact her windows were closed. It must be her thin clothes. She washed her face with cold water and combed her hair, out of her face. She decided to check up on him. Hoping he was sleeping well. She stopped at the door of the ward and saw him asleep but his face was a little crumpled in pain. Physical or mentally she couldn’t tell. She stood by his bed and ran the back of her hand along his cheeks and face. He was sweating profusely. His pillow was drenched and his hands were clutched tight to the blankets. He was on fire. It didn’t help that she just see him like that. She took a pail of water and a white towel from the bathroom opposite the ward. She dipped the towel and dabbed on his forehead continuously. After twenty minutes or so he stopped hyperventilating and the creases on his face eased down a little. “Hazel?” He opened his eyes in a weak manner. The pain got to him already. “Yes, I’m here Romaniz. Go back to sleep. You’re in pain.” He clenched his teeth in pain as he tried to sit up but Hazel pinned him down with her elbow and hissed, “No. Please don’t be stubborn. You need to heal.” He gave up and eased. “I want to see you leave.” He winced as he said those words but she couldn’t tell if it was in the physical pain or emotional pain. “You don’t have to. I’m staying. I foresaw an ambush and…” His face lit up despite the pain and he felt cured but he realized she didn’t finish her sentence. “What is it?” He now held her hand which was icy and stiff. “You… died.” He gave a hard laugh, in disbelief of course. “You must be kidding. Ok. What kind of ambush? Anyway I should have been dead for what made this.” He meant the wounds he currently had. “Arrows rained on us. While I was leaving.” She looked down. Her voice was cracking. Then she regained her composure and continued, “So, I’m falling behind the others to take care of you. I’m afraid that’s why.” He kissed the back of her hand another time and started to embrace it. She still hung her head in depression to avoid his gaze. She was embarrassed to cry but she let her tears drip to her t-shirt hoping that the darkness would cover that up. “Come here. Lie on top of me.” She glanced towards him for a quick moment and then averted from his gaze again. “You’re hurt. I might make it worse. I’ll go and let you rest.” She stood up and laid the wet cloth gently on his head. She took a step forward but his hand was still grabbing hold onto her arm. This time it was vice-like. She looked back and gave up. His arms were still strong despite his ‘lie on bed everyday prescription’ for a month or two. “I’m warning you. I might hurt you.” He laughed, thinking how could she hurt him at all. She carefully climbed onto the bed and laid her chest over his but looked away from his eyes. Her cheeks were still wet. She could only hear Romaniz trying to regain his breath because she wasn’t that much light but after a second or two he sounded fine. “Hazel, please don’t cry. I’m here.” He didn’t want to see her weak and vulnerable. He wrapped his arms around her and lovingly, he licked her closed eyes to get rid of the tears and he was careful to be gentle. She felt a little better as Romaniz started to lick her cheek and closed eyes. It has been a long time since he has done something loving and it was very strange but loving as he licked her cheeks from tears. She couldn’t help let out small sobs into his shirt and grab his shirt with her hands. He only kept silent and held her as she released her feelings. It was better if she let it out now than later. “Better?” He asked after a minute or so and she looked up and nodded. He chuckled. It was her adorable face and the way she nodded. She was very cute when she was crying. He kissed her hair and hugged her closer. She sniffled and hugged him back.

Hints of sunlight colored the purple skyline as dawn broke through the dark sky with the young sun peeking over the horizon slightly. Romaniz and Hazel were in slumber by then, clasping each other closely and breathing heavily into each other’s slightly agape mouth. They were both visibly exhausted and slightly injured in different ways. For the moment, their problems were set aside. A young female servant, not older than sixteen who brought breakfast for patients such as Romaniz in the early morning. She nudged Hazel lightly on the shoulder with her index finger. Hazel awoke, opening her eyes and sitting up, careful not to stir Romaniz awake. She glanced at the servant and gave a warm smile. “I’m sorry. I should not disturb your work.” Hazel gave a quick peck on Romaniz’s left cheek and was about to get off the bed when the servant spoke and put her left palm to stop her from leaving. “No. It’s okay. You can help me if that is alright?” She nodded and smiled and waited for instructions. “Mr. Alexander here is very stubborn to take his pills or eat breakfast since the first day he was hospitalized. So I hoped you could help?” She chuckled and glared at Romaniz’s face for a while before agreeing with the servant. She laid the breakfast on the bedside table and woke Romaniz up. “Hey. Stubborn get up.’ she said menacingly partially angry with him. He opened his eyes wide and suddenly shouted, “Hazel? You there?” He only calmed down after realizing that she was there and she stroked his hair gently. He must have thought that she lied to make him better. She then whispered soothingly, “I’m here silly. It’s alright.” He closed his eyes in relief and joy as she let her warm palm to wonder over his cheeks and chin. After a long moment, Hazel realized that the servant was still there, witnessing their embrace between each other. She turned and saw that the servant was staring at them and both of them flushed. “I’m sorry.” “No, it’s ok. Should we give him the pills now ma’am?” She asked as her face returned to a normal colour. She nodded and turned to Romaniz whose eyes were wide in shock as he saw the pills carried on Hazel’s palm. “No. They taste very bad. I would lose my appetite. Please no.” She gave him a stern look full of authority and Romaniz cowered a little. “You’ll eat first then take the pills? Promise me?” He nodded and frowned. She took the small plate that held his breakfast and passed it to him. He only held it and observed it. “Need me to feed you? Are your arms hurt or something?” He shook his head and openly grimaced. “Come on, eat. Or else… I might change my mind about leaving.” He then quickly stuffed a handful of his breakfast into his mouth and chewed unwillingly. She giggled along with the servant at his reaction. He only continued eating till he finished. After he gobbled it down, she gave him the glass of milk and he drank, this time willingly. He then handed Hazel back the glass and asked, “So leaving?” She shook her head and gave a radiant smile. Romaniz then kissed her on the cheek and left a milk stain on her cheek. “Ugh. Look at your mouth. Come on clean up and then your pills.” He looked a little disheartened but obeyed. After finishing everything, Hazel returned the plates and glass to the young servant. She bowed in acknowledgement before leaving. He then looked at her and said, “Now can we do things in private?” She gave a puzzled look and was kissed by Romaniz before saying anything. He pushed her on the bed and was on top of her with his hands pinning her arms to the side as he smothered her. He stopped to let her breathe. She tried to wiggle herself out carefully not to hurt him in anyway but she was trapped. He chuckled darkly and then let his lips move over throat and neck. Then to her collarbone. He started to lead his prey into his trap with his lips. Hazel moaned occasionally but tried her best to keep silent. He then stopped at her forehead and kissed it. He released his prey and smiled. She was hyperventilating subconsciously and stared back at him. “Next time, if you want to seduce me like that, please warn me. I nearly wanted to kick you in the abdomen for that.” He continued laughing. “Sorry. I will. Was I really seducing you? Oops.” She nodded and maneuvered her self from his cage-like stance. She was startled by the time and realized she had to get dressed. She strode out of the room but his hand held onto her forearm with the same vice-like grip last night. He didn’t want to seduce her again but more afraid of her leaving. “Don’t worry. I’m just going to see my comrades off. It would be very rude for me not to do so.” He nodded and spoke. “Can I follow?” She was uncertain about that and asked, “Can you walk? Are you ok?” He smiled and answered, “Of course. Don’t worry. Go get dressed. Meet me in ten minutes here?” “Sure. Be quick okay?” She strode off quickly to her room after he released her arm.

He ogled as she approached him. She was dressed in her elegant battle suit which was white and dark blue. Made of expensive silk and had ribbons on certain places. The biggest was slightly below her neck which enhanced her beauty. “What?” She noticed the way he looked at her. Never did he do that in a long time. She was just wearing the same dress yesterday. “You’re gorgeous. I’m sorry I never noticed that. Give me your hand.” She held her hand out which was soft and warm. They both then walked to the clearing. “You look handsome too. Sorry the word is kind of an understatement is it?” He chuckled and looked at her. “Oh come on. It’s the suit. None of me.”

The Guardians of the 67th Faction were all saddled on their transport. A giant bat, varying in different colours. Discovered by Ashcroft Arwan and other members of the 1st Faction in another dimension and are very useful, especially in the night. The common transport for Guardians who are assigned to long distanced missions. Hazel’s hand was released from Romaniz’s clasp so that she could exchange last few words with her members and wished them luck. They all nodded and understood and respected her decision to stay behind. After a round of exchange of words, she regained her position beside Romaniz and he held her hand instantly. There were not many people present there. Only loved ones of the members and a few Black Suits. Romaniz caught the emotion of the Black Suits from their faces and Ashcroft wasn’t there. He sensed something was amiss. He was distracted for a second until he looked back to Hazel and smiled. She smiled in return and continued to see her friends ready to drift into the skyline. All of a sudden, Anterios Belacquar, a member of the 67th faction, shouted in a panicked tone. “Ambush!” Romaniz’s head quickly cocked to her direction and gave her an unreadable expression. She was still safe and he was partially surprised her foreseeing was correct for the first time. Arrows dropped ten feet from Romaniz and were coming closer gradually. Everyone was prepared and the Black Suits who could use their weapons for long distances retaliated. There were no evident enemies in the sky as far as Romaniz could see. No one was hurt yet. He was about to run to the Black Suits for orders but Hazel suddenly blurted over the pandemonium. “I should get our weapons. It would be better.” He was hesitant but he nodded and let her leave. It was in the building, so it was safe enough. He ran as the 67th Faction held the projectiles away well but they were afraid it might not end. Sara Coverfold, another member of the 67th Faction took her transport to scan the skies for any sign of the enemy. Romaniz spoke to one of the Black Suits named Aleister Crowley for orders and added opinions. “Sir, what action do we take?” He glanced at Romaniz and answered, his hands tight around his weapon, an axe. “Standby the clearing and hold till Sara gives us a report. We can do nothing more, this is merely a trick. Look at the arrows. They can’t even scratch our armour yet they’re shooting it at us.” Romaniz stood shocked. If it was a trick then they might have ambushed the building instead of the clearing. He thought of Hazel. Aleister sensed his distress and added, “Don’t worry. There are more Guardians in there than here.” Romaniz eased up and felt relieved. He was true. More than out here. Safer in there. Soon the arrows stopped pelting on the clearing and it was a sign that it was safe to move around. Romaniz straightaway rushed back to the building. He wondered why she didn’t come to the clearing with the weapons. Maybe they were too heavy for her he thought. As he rushed to her room, a crowd of nurses and Guardians clustered around something he couldn’t see. They were whispering and fussing over something unseen to him. He was frustrated that they would gather at this moment while there were enemies attacking. But as he came closer, he realized that something laid on the floor as some of them bent down over the thing. He then gasped in shock. The air was knocked out of him as he saw that Hazel laid on the floor bleeding profusely. The blood stained the dress especially over her chest. He bent down in shock and shoved everyone aside. He then held her bloodied hand and kissed it despite the blood. She was attacked with arrows blatantly because there were two arrows by her side. The ends wet with crimson. She was a little dazed but called his name upon seeing him. “Romaniz. Please don’t cry. I’m alright. I can’t even feel the pain.” She smiled wholeheartedly despite the mess around her. He laid his free hand over her chest and applied pressure. Tears slid down his cheek and onto her dress they fell. Hazel then stroked his hair and whispered, “Don’t worry. I’ll always be there. No matter what.” She then indicated his heart with her index finger as she held it up weakly. He then stared into her eyes and spoke with slight anger. “Don’t you say that Hazel Chane. Don’t you say that.” He used her surname meaning he really meant it. Tears were flowing endlessly but his face remained normal and held its composure. They then looked at each other thoughtfully like the first time they confessed to each other as lovers. She smiled, like she always did, before him. “Kiss me. This might be the last. I love you. More than I ever did in this life.” He smiled, and let another tear flow onto her face this time. “Rubbish. You could never love more than I do.” He accepted that she could only live a few more minutes and the kissed her. Passionately and lovingly. He kissed like if the more passionate it was, the more time she was given. For another two minutes or so, their lips never parted. He pulled back and saw her eyes open. She smiled for the umpteenth time today and finally cried a tear. “Smile ok?” Then she took her last breath before her eyes turned gray and the life faded. He buried his face into her neck and finally let his guard down.

You have several occasions where you have written words together where there should be a space. (butthat, powerthat, knowthat and so on. It seems as if it usually happens when the next word is "that".)

You also have word confusion that needs to be corrected. (Correctly spelled word, but not the right word in the context.)

Your sentence structure is a bit odd at times. Such as,
"Never did he do that in a long time." That could probably be "He had not done that in a long time." If I guess that English isn't your first language am I close then?

The jumps between the quotes from the book and the story should be clearer. One way to do that is to ...

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... not only start a new paragraph and use "quotation marks" but only use another sign such as *** to mark the change. (The *** is supposed to be in the middle of the line, but it doesn't show that way here on yahoo.)

To make it easier to read you also need to change the spoken text to be easier to read. Start on a new line every time a new person speaks. As such;
“Oh good, you’re ok.”
“Yes, but not you. I was worried and Arwan sent a team after you.” She said silently, averting her gaze from his fallen state to the window.
“But I’m fine if you are.” He laid there acting as though the two holes in his stomach weren’t real and proceeded to get some sleep while he could.

The jump to her dream is also confusing since there is no warning. He's confided to the bed and can't get up and then he's suddenly ... dragging her forcefully. She snapped out of the dream and the there is more dream without no warning again. making it even more confusing.

There are also big chunks of text that would be better if cut into a few paragraphs.

The story in it self is interesting and I would probably have enjoyed reading it if it had been easier to read. Luckily it's easy to edit it and correct the mistakes to fix that.

My aunts both have hair clippers that they bought 25+ years ago and still work great today. Now if I try to find some so that I can cut my husbands hair, there are no good quality ones to be found??!! Advice?
I live in northern bc, canada. so far the oster website has been the most helpful; I've never heard of sally's but if anyone can give me a web address (?)...

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I recently got my hair cut, well horror story short its too short and i hate it... anyone know of anything that will help it grow faster?
thanks

I hear that eating seaweed helps with hair growth, and I sometimes eat seaweed in like sushi and my hair grows pretty fast! ;] But you should wait out and let it grow more and get regular trims like 1/4 of an inch to decrease the risk of hair breakage which helps make the hair healthier and lets you see the results of your hair length getting longer.

my story is about a girl who can see the ghosts and ends up meeting a ghosts friend. I will add more detail and thigns later this is just and outline

Gwen
I plunked down into the inside of the brown leathery seat at the very back as the bus squealed away from the stop. I hope no one sits here I thought. Trees and houses swept by quickly blurring together in a sea of colors. The sky was bright but in the distance I could see dark clouds rolling in over the city. I grip my Mp3 so hard my knuckles turn white as the bus moves from side to side, threatening to throw me out of my seat and into the aisle. Inserting my headphones, I muffled the bus noises and my world is filled with screeching guitars, pounding drums, and the yell of a singer. The bus halts to a sudden stop making my head slap the seat in front of me, sending a dull pain through my head. I pause my music and look out the dirty window and realize were at another stop. Four guys are chatting on the sidewalk to each other, their faces in deep concentration. A boy about their age stood near them. He looked like any other normal boy he came towards the bus and passed straight through it.
“Ghost” I thought trying not to make eye contact as he sat in the seat next to me.
“Never acknowledge a ghost” said my brother his voice echoing through my head
I finally noticed three of them from the skate park. I brush my black hair out of my face and turn back to the front. Nervous about school I adjust my fishnet sleeves and take a deep breath. The bus tilts as they get on. I peak my head over the top to see that three of them sat in the middle. I slip back down and press play. One of the guys comes back to my seat. The closer he gets the more my quiet world slips like sand through my fingers. He starts to sit in the seat where the ghost is but is pushed into my seat by the ghost.
“Sorry. I think I just got -”he started
“Pushed?” I asked but I already knew the answer
“Yeah” He said “Can I sit here?” he asked. I nod Feeling his warmth next to me made me shudder. He smiles as I take out a head phone. He silenced me before I could utter another word and asked “What are you Listening too?”

Dillan

Her eyes pierced me as she stared at me. They were a beautiful sage green, causing me to stare back in awe. Her lip and nose were both ornamented with a single piercing, along with both of her ears. Her skin was almost as pale as snow.
“I’m Dillan.” I said, my heart rising into my throat.
“Gwen” she replied back, a small sparkle going off in her eyes.

She slowly hands me an ear bud. I take it from her hand but hold it away from my ear hearing the music echo from the earphone even before I put it in my ear. My skin still tingled from where I was pushed by the unseen force. Should I really be doing this stupid bet? I thought. She’s kind of cute. I shake the thought out of my head and insert the headphone. An unfamiliar riff cuts through the drums followed by a female’s voice. The voice pierces my heart, echoing through my body leaving my out of breath. I pull out my head phone and look up the aisle to my friends. There staring back at me, and I can see in their eyes there serious. “Kiss the new girl and you’ll get $200” The words still echoed through my head. “I can’t do this, she seems nice” I thought I inserted the headphone my mind lost in thought. The high note of the female singer brought me back to the real world and I realized she was staring at me.
“What band is this?” I ask, my eyes flickering to anything but her eyes.
“A local band, Purple frequency” She said.
“The female singer is amazing. Do you know her?” I wondered. She nodded and looked out the window into the gray morning.

Gwen
Dillan was kind of handsome with his slightly muscular body, dark hair, and pale blue eyes. In his eyes I could tell he had a humorous side but behind that I could sense uneasiness. He wore black converse and jeans with a green t-shirt. I looked over in the seat next to him and saw the ghost. He turned and saw me staring at him.
“Crap” I thought. I look towards the window and there was his face in the glass. I screamed and faced forward.
“Garret” He whispered, his voice sounding water logged. And I put my hand over the face. I look over at Dillan and he’s looking at me puzzled. My face gets hot and I stutter out-
“Sorry… spider” I laugh nervously and he smiles. I breathe out not realizing I was holding my breath. I take my hand off the window and look at my mp3. I look back over to the seat the ghost was sitting in earlier. He was gone and Ilooked at Dillan who was again staring at me.

Sounds good, but it needs a lot of editing.

First of all, pick one, past or present. Do NOT, under any circumstances, write both in one clip. It's wrong and you do it constantly. Also, I suggest introducing more before starting into the story (unless this is not the first chapter/opening). Also, maybe switch perspectives every chapter? Or at least put more into each person before switching. If you don't let the reader see what's going on in any one character's head, we'll never fully connect with them. And (I cannot stress this enough) details, details, details! You might see it perfectly clearly in your head, but that doesn't mean that everyone will. What you might think is crystal clear might be clear as mud in the reader's mind. Make every detail known. Elaborate. Let me see what you see.

I hope this helps you and that you understand why I'm being so tough on you. Someone did it to me once and it was the best thing that anyone could have ever done to me. I really did like it, I'm just trying to make you a better writer.