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Dream About Teasing Bow meanings

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Dream Examples

Example: Weird dream, whats it mean?

I had a weird dream recently and I cant seem to get it out of my mind as I am sort of trying to figure out whats it about..so ya any help be cool.

Ok so im at a random clothes store getting clothes and im about to pay so i take out my wallet, and set it down on the cashier counter to take out my money and pay. As i do that these three african american girls who are like in their teens take it and mess around with it, asking if its for sale. I pay the cashier and tell the, the wallet is mine, and they say "o sorry" in a teasing cocky manner, and as i walk out i say "F*****g B****es*".

So im walking outside and im in a city, and all of a sudden i begin to worry if these girls are going to come after or sumthin, so i start to panick.

Yet i realize that its not the major issue, because as i walk everyone behind me starts to follow, so i start moving faster and faster through the streets, and there are no cars just people.

I run faster and more and more, like thousands of people are following me and im nearly out of breath so I finally stop and turn around, facing all these people.

Thats when they all bow down, and im very confused at this moment so i say to them all "what!?" , and thats when one of the girls from the store looks at me and says "TURN AROUND"

at that moment i turn around and see a one eyed cyclops type monster, its like weird and staring at me, then it says "WHO ARE YOU", and its yell vibrates all around, causing me to fall down and down, then i finally WAKE UP.

It was pretty creepy, but i saw this cyclops in a dream before when i was younger thats why i remeber, it was a dream where i was getting out of the shower and staring in the mirror and asked, who am i, then i say the same cyclops inside the mirror and it pulled me in, where i fell till i woke up...i think this is strange

anyone have any suggestions?

Hi, Okay so when you dream of a clothing store means that your attitude or behavior you put on to show the world. Shopping for clothes indicates a need or desire to get a new attitude or behavior pattern. Changing clothes would mean means change in attitude. Pay attention to the type of clothing and condition of the clothing. Does it reflect your current attitude? Do you need to put on that attitude?
Your inner storehouse of ideas, attitudes , resourcefulness, always at your disposal.
Materialism, greed. You may also find yourself in the shopping mall when you need some pampering or are searching for something to make you happy.
The girls in the dream mean part of your personality you are unfamiliar with. Time to become familiar with this aspect of yourself.
That's also with the people that were following you too.
When you start to run this means: Do you need to pick up the pace somewhere in your life? Are you trying to keep up? Things may be going too fast. Slow down. If you are running from something then you are probably avoiding something or someone in your waking life.

Turn around in the road means: The road of life. The type of road and condition of the road will reflect how your journey is going right now.
The cyclops means, open your eye/eyes and take a closer look at your situation. Your perception or point of view.
And with the Mirror in the other dream you had, that means: Shows you your true self, how you really appear to others. Like a mirror, or dreams reflect our true selves.
Okay, hope that helps, good dreams to you :)


Example: So, what (if any) emotion does this evoke in you?

yes, us people are just poems
we're 90% metaphor, with a leanness of meaning
approaching hyper-distillation
and once upon a time
we were moonshine, rushing down the throat of a giraffe
yes, rushing down the long hallway
despite what the p.a. announcement says
yes, rushing down the long stairs
with the whiskey of eternity, fermented and distilled
burning down our throats
down the hall
down the stairs
in a building so tall, that it will always be there
yes, it's part of a pair there on the bow of noah's ark
the most prestigious couple
just kickin back parked
against a perfectly blue sky
on a morning beatific in its indian summer breeze
on the day that america
fell to its knees, after strutting around for a century
without saying thank you
or please
and the shock was subsonic, and the smoke was deafening
between the setup and the punch line
cuz we were all on time for work that day
we all boarded that plane for to fly
and then while the fires were raging
we all climbed up on the windowsill
and then we all held hands
and jumped into the sky
and every borough looked up when it heard the first blast
and then every dumb action movie was summarily surpassed
and the exodus uptown by foot and motorcar
looked more like war than anything i've seen so far
so fierce and ingenious
a poetic specter so far gone
that every jackass newscaster was struck dumb and stumbling
over 'oh my god' and 'this is unbelievable' and on and on
and i'll tell you what, while we're at it
you can keep the pentagon, keep the propaganda
keep each and every tv, that's been trying to convince me
to participate
in some prep school punk's plan to perpetuate retribution
even as the blue toxic smoke of our lesson in retribution
is still hanging in the air
and there's ash on our shoes
and there's ash in our hair
and there's a fine silt on every mantle
from hell's kitchen to brooklyn
and the streets are full of stories, sudden twists and near misses
and soon every open bar is crammed to the rafters
with tales of narrowly averted disasters
and the whiskey is flowin
like never before
as all over the country
folks just shake their heads, and pour

so here's a toast to all the folks who live in palestine
afghanistan
iraq

el salvador

here's a toast to the folks living on the pine ridge reservation
under the stone cold gaze of mt. rushmore

here's a toast to all those nurses and doctors
who daily provide women with a choice
who stand down a threat the size of oklahoma city
just to listen to a young woman's voice

here's a toast to all the folks on death row right now
awaiting the executioner's guillotine
who are shackled there with dread and can only escape into their heads
to find peace in the form of a dream

cuz take away our playstations
and we are a third world nation
under the thumb of some blue blood royal son
who stole the oval office and that phony election
i mean
it don't take a weatherman
to look around and see the weather
jeb said he'd deliver florida, folks
and boy did he ever

and we hold these truths to be self evident:
#1 george w. bush is not president
#2 america is not a true democracy
#3 the media is not fooling me
cuz i am a poem heeding hyper-distillation
i've got no room for a lie so verbose
i'm looking out over my whole human family
and i'm raising my glass in a toast

here's to our last drink of fossil fuels
let us vow to get off of this sauce
shoo away the swarms of commuter planes
and find that train ticket we lost
cuz once upon a time the line followed the river
and peeked into all the backyards, and the laundry was waving
the graffiti was teasing us
from brick walls and bridges
we were rolling over ridges ,through valleys
under stars
i dream of touring like duke ellington
in my own railroad car
i dream of waiting on the tall blonde wooden benches, in a grand station aglow with grace
and then standing out on the platform
and feeling the air on my face
give back the night its distant whistle
give the darkness back its soul
give the big oil companies the finger finally
and relearn how to rock-n-roll
yes, the lessons are all around us and a change is waiting there
so it's time to pick through the rubble, clean the streets
and clear the air
get our government to pull its big dick out of the sand
of someone else's desert
put it back in its pants, and quit the hypocritical chants of
freedom forever : )

Example: So, what (if any) emotion does this evoke in you?

yes, us people are just poems
we're 90% metaphor, with a leanness of meaning
approaching hyper-distillation
and once upon a time
we were moonshine, rushing down the throat of a giraffe
yes, rushing down the long hallway
despite what the p.a. announcement says
yes, rushing down the long stairs
with the whiskey of eternity, fermented and distilled
burning down our throats
down the hall
down the stairs
in a building so tall, that it will always be there
yes, it's part of a pair there on the bow of noah's ark
the most prestigious couple
just kickin back parked
against a perfectly blue sky
on a morning beatific in its indian summer breeze
on the day that america
fell to its knees, after strutting around for a century
without saying thank you
or please
and the shock was subsonic, and the smoke was deafening
between the setup and the punch line
cuz we were all on time for work that day
we all boarded that plane for to fly
and then while the fires were raging
we all climbed up on the windowsill
and then we all held hands
and jumped into the sky
and every borough looked up when it heard the first blast
and then every dumb action movie was summarily surpassed
and the exodus uptown by foot and motorcar
looked more like war than anything i've seen so far
so fierce and ingenious
a poetic specter so far gone
that every jackass newscaster was struck dumb and stumbling
over 'oh my god' and 'this is unbelievable' and on and on
and i'll tell you what, while we're at it
you can keep the pentagon, keep the propaganda
keep each and every tv, that's been trying to convince me
to participate
in some prep school punk's plan to perpetuate retribution
even as the blue toxic smoke of our lesson in retribution
is still hanging in the air
and there's ash on our shoes
and there's ash in our hair
and there's a fine silt on every mantle
from hell's kitchen to brooklyn
and the streets are full of stories, sudden twists and near misses
and soon every open bar is crammed to the rafters
with tales of narrowly averted disasters
and the whiskey is flowin
like never before
as all over the country
folks just shake their heads, and pour

so here's a toast to all the folks who live in palestine
afghanistan
iraq

el salvador

here's a toast to the folks living on the pine ridge reservation
under the stone cold gaze of mt. rushmore

here's a toast to all those nurses and doctors
who daily provide women with a choice
who stand down a threat the size of oklahoma city
just to listen to a young woman's voice

here's a toast to all the folks on death row right now
awaiting the executioner's guillotine
who are shackled there with dread and can only escape into their heads
to find peace in the form of a dream

cuz take away our playstations
and we are a third world nation
under the thumb of some blue blood royal son
who stole the oval office and that phony election
i mean
it don't take a weatherman
to look around and see the weather
jeb said he'd deliver florida, folks
and boy did he ever

and we hold these truths to be self evident:
#1 george w. bush is not president
#2 america is not a true democracy
#3 the media is not fooling me
cuz i am a poem heeding hyper-distillation
i've got no room for a lie so verbose
i'm looking out over my whole human family
and i'm raising my glass in a toast

here's to our last drink of fossil fuels
let us vow to get off of this sauce
shoo away the swarms of commuter planes
and find that train ticket we lost
cuz once upon a time the line followed the river
and peeked into all the backyards, and the laundry was waving
the graffiti was teasing us
from brick walls and bridges
we were rolling over ridges ,through valleys
under stars
i dream of touring like duke ellington
in my own railroad car
i dream of waiting on the tall blonde wooden benches, in a grand station aglow with grace
and then standing out on the platform
and feeling the air on my face
give back the night its distant whistle
give the darkness back its soul
give the big oil companies the finger finally
and relearn how to rock-n-roll
yes, the lessons are all around us and a change is waiting there
so it's time to pick through the rubble, clean the streets
and clear the air
get our government to pull its big dick out of the sand
of someone else's desert
put it back in its pants, and quit the hypocritical chants of
freedom forever : )

Example: So, what (if any) emotion does this evoke in you?

yes, us people are just poems
we're 90% metaphor, with a leanness of meaning
approaching hyper-distillation
and once upon a time
we were moonshine, rushing down the throat of a giraffe
yes, rushing down the long hallway
despite what the p.a. announcement says
yes, rushing down the long stairs
with the whiskey of eternity, fermented and distilled
burning down our throats
down the hall
down the stairs
in a building so tall, that it will always be there
yes, it's part of a pair there on the bow of noah's ark
the most prestigious couple
just kickin back parked
against a perfectly blue sky
on a morning beatific in its indian summer breeze
on the day that america
fell to its knees, after strutting around for a century
without saying thank you
or please
and the shock was subsonic, and the smoke was deafening
between the setup and the punch line
cuz we were all on time for work that day
we all boarded that plane for to fly
and then while the fires were raging
we all climbed up on the windowsill
and then we all held hands
and jumped into the sky
and every borough looked up when it heard the first blast
and then every dumb action movie was summarily surpassed
and the exodus uptown by foot and motorcar
looked more like war than anything i've seen so far
so fierce and ingenious
a poetic specter so far gone
that every jackass newscaster was struck dumb and stumbling
over 'oh my god' and 'this is unbelievable' and on and on
and i'll tell you what, while we're at it
you can keep the pentagon, keep the propaganda
keep each and every tv, that's been trying to convince me
to participate
in some prep school punk's plan to perpetuate retribution
even as the blue toxic smoke of our lesson in retribution
is still hanging in the air
and there's ash on our shoes
and there's ash in our hair
and there's a fine silt on every mantle
from hell's kitchen to brooklyn
and the streets are full of stories, sudden twists and near misses
and soon every open bar is crammed to the rafters
with tales of narrowly averted disasters
and the whiskey is flowin
like never before
as all over the country
folks just shake their heads, and pour

so here's a toast to all the folks who live in palestine
afghanistan
iraq

el salvador

here's a toast to the folks living on the pine ridge reservation
under the stone cold gaze of mt. rushmore

here's a toast to all those nurses and doctors
who daily provide women with a choice
who stand down a threat the size of oklahoma city
just to listen to a young woman's voice

here's a toast to all the folks on death row right now
awaiting the executioner's guillotine
who are shackled there with dread and can only escape into their heads
to find peace in the form of a dream

cuz take away our playstations
and we are a third world nation
under the thumb of some blue blood royal son
who stole the oval office and that phony election
i mean
it don't take a weatherman
to look around and see the weather
jeb said he'd deliver florida, folks
and boy did he ever

and we hold these truths to be self evident:
#1 george w. bush is not president
#2 america is not a true democracy
#3 the media is not fooling me
cuz i am a poem heeding hyper-distillation
i've got no room for a lie so verbose
i'm looking out over my whole human family
and i'm raising my glass in a toast

here's to our last drink of fossil fuels
let us vow to get off of this sauce
shoo away the swarms of commuter planes
and find that train ticket we lost
cuz once upon a time the line followed the river
and peeked into all the backyards, and the laundry was waving
the graffiti was teasing us
from brick walls and bridges
we were rolling over ridges ,through valleys
under stars
i dream of touring like duke ellington
in my own railroad car
i dream of waiting on the tall blonde wooden benches, in a grand station aglow with grace
and then standing out on the platform
and feeling the air on my face
give back the night its distant whistle
give the darkness back its soul
give the big oil companies the finger finally
and relearn how to rock-n-roll
yes, the lessons are all around us and a change is waiting there
so it's time to pick through the rubble, clean the streets
and clear the air
get our government to pull its big dick out of the sand
of someone else's desert
put it back in its pants, and quit the hypocritical chants of
freedom forever : )

Example: All the poems I've ever written, now together in one question!?

1)
Sunken colony of midnight hazards,
Recluse haven for Northern blizzards.
Fallen cemetery of yesterday's ashes,
Amid carcasses grew Gaia's lashes.
Sprouts of amber dubbed life's essence,
Snowy crevice hides morning's fragrance.
-----
2)
Satin mirages wash ashore,
Tangled seaweed in a tug-of-war.
Salty beaches combs the feet,
Zany 'staceans cross and meet.
Celestial lights tease the scene,
Marlins jive on a trampoline.
Coco palms; a tactful guise,
But miles of blue was the humpbacks' prize.
-------
3)
Valves of the Universe unlocked:
Peering through dimensions;
The paradigms of nature.
Vortex of dark materials lures existence,
And matters disperse by and by,
Paradox of beings warns of ends,
Fighting its battle, an Armaggedon pends;
The world on the edge,
Last of its kind,
The kindled spirit,
Conglomerate;
Nor space, nor time,
All things cease,
All are gone.
-------
4)
In her younger days,
Our Mother had a great temper,
She turns red easily,
Coupled with spouts of anger.

But as she matured,
She decided to tone it down,
She found herself a nice gentleman,
And settled for a wedding gown.

And so she gave birth to us,
Her beloved children we are,
She nurtured us through our early years,
Her watchful eyes we hold dear.

She kept us warm in her bosom,
And held us up when we couldn't walk.

She watched as we grow into teens,
And felt the pain of being hurt,
We ripped her heart apart,
And scar her in every way.
Yet, we don't seem to care,
And neither does she.

And now, we have grown up,
Children of hers.
We have dreams she cannot fulfill,
Dreams bigger than her.

It is time for us to leave home,
To leave our Mother,
And wonder among unknowns,
So we kiss her goodbye,
And leave her behind to die,
Our Mother; the bearer and the nurturer

Oh Mother, let me tell you one last time,
"I love you, Mother!
I love you, Earth!"

P.S. if you read it carefully, there were alot of hints pointing to the Mother being Earth

1) younger days, great temper (primitive Earth; volcanos, hot etc.)
2) she decides to settle down (beginning of habitable Earth)
3) Teary eyes; beaming with joy (the weather; rain and the sun)
4) when we couldn't walk (the apes, before being able to walk upright)
5) Ripping her heart/scars (basically right now; deforestation, global warming etc.)
6) Time to leave home (mankind explores the space)
7) Leave her to die (the sun will explode in 5 billion years, swallowing Earth)
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5)
Tredding the corn fields,
Gathering this years' yields,
Their foot in worn heels,
They dream of warm meals
Up three rows, and down some twos

Spotting strange pests,
Come spring birds' nests,
Sun burnt dark chests,
Moon lit food fests,
String the bows and play of loos

Moments pass by morning dew,
Sow the seedlings,the saps grew,
Soothing warmth and cool winds blew,
Overheads, grown cuckoos flew,
Lay down hoes and gone are the woes.
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6)
Reflection dwindles and melts
in the heat of the moment;
Restraint battles passion:
a war of conflicting thoughts;
Doubts materialize and vanish;
in the capricious state of mind;
Conscience and patience
flail in retreat;
Utterly and completely
Engulfed,

The burning self;
Staring into shadowy mirrors,
Seeking for a lost soul;
Looking, but not finding.
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7)
Cicada grooves on sandy dunes,
The modest quartet and jazzy tunes.
Ancient roulettes, serendipity too,
Stairway to heaven, past all woes.
Ode to fervor, the sybaritic goon,
The mercury rises, but none too soon.
Playful tags, under moon silvers,
Forever moments, dreamy quivers.

Example: A mercy killing in a dream?

last night i dreamt i was in a dusty town square, looked like something out of a western, complete with cowboys on horseback and saloon. at one end of the square, there was a beautiful tiger, terribly injured and bleeding profusely, it was stuck in some sort of metallic contraption. the square was very crowded, people came and went, children played, no one seemed to notice the hideous distress of the animal. one look was enough to understand that the right thing to do was to put the animal out of its misery. i walked into the saloon, saw none other than brad pitt at the bar (and yes, i am somewhat embarassed he crept into this but i cannot help that) and asked to borrow his gun. i went back and i think i shot the tiger... i think i understood it was me who had to do it. i'm posting this because i usually have the sort of dreams where i can easily tease out some significance which relates to my personal concerns out of the elements of the dream. this one has left me rather puzzled.

Example: Secret crush,secret Santa!?

oK PEOPLE!
So theres this boy I knew for a year (we fought alot!) and I dont know whats come over me this year,but I think I like him!The thing is I dont know if he likes me and we've only had a few moments I mean like I'd stare at him(I'm sorry I cant help it and when I stare at him I'm not looking at his outer appearence..?)and when he'd turn around I'd finish doing my school work and somtimes I tihnk he'd look at me for a moment but most of the time since I cant believe it I just think he was looking at something behind me.Then of course we have our badtimes when he'd gimme a really hard hi five and I punched him(=S)
and he like :"dog (myname)you crazy!"but hen last year I never defend my self and hed just I geuss make fun of me...so I confused!then the main problem is so I was tlkn about him to my friend and later after lunch people were choosing secret santas and I got him!so i was shocked and put his name back in the bag,then a girl a know was looking for his name and get it

Example: Why can''t I get over him? Especially when weve never even gone out?

Okay, I have a massive crush on this bow in my class(I'm in gr 8). At the beginning of the year, I started in a brand new school, no one knew anyone, and on the first day, in science, he was like 'i like u'. He 'flirted' with me in that teasing, purposely annoying wayfor about a week. He was also kinda doing that to two other girls, but i later found out he knew them previously. Then he kinda stopped, and we talked a bit, not mich. All the other girls are more...well, sarcastic, especially one who is a plain b*tch, but he hits on all of them lots, even my BFF who is quiter. Basically everyone but me. Anyways, that's when I fell for him.
HARD.
so I got a friend to ask him who he liked, and he was like 'no body in this class', but right after that his best friend came over to me and, (let's call my crush Ben), was like 'Ben likes u'. I didn't know what to do, so I got my BFF to tell Ben I liked him, but he didn't say anything. Actually, he flirted with everyone else even more, which hurts so much...
Well, I just want to get over him, but I can't. This all happened in september to October. Please PLEASE he'll, I just wanna get over him. Sorry it's so long. Thanks lots in advance.

Example: Can you please make me a summary of 5 sentences about this scene?

SCENE IV. A street.
Enter ROMEO, MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, with five or six Maskers, Torch-bearers, and others
ROMEO
What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse?
Or shall we on without a apology?
BENVOLIO
The date is out of such prolixity:
We'll have no Cupid hoodwink'd with a scarf,
Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath,
Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper;
Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke
After the prompter, for our entrance:
But let them measure us by what they will;
We'll measure them a measure, and be gone.
ROMEO
Give me a torch: I am not for this ambling;
Being but heavy, I will bear the light.
MERCUTIO
Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance.
ROMEO
Not I, believe me: you have dancing shoes
With nimble soles: I have a soul of lead
So stakes me to the ground I cannot move.
MERCUTIO
You are a lover; borrow Cupid's wings,
And soar with them above a common bound.
ROMEO
I am too sore enpierced with his shaft
To soar with his light feathers, and so bound,
I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe:
Under love's heavy burden do I sink.
MERCUTIO
And, to sink in it, should you burden love;
Too great oppression for a tender thing.
ROMEO
Is love a tender thing? it is too rough,
Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.
MERCUTIO
If love be rough with you, be rough with love;
Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.
Give me a case to put my visage in:
A visor for a visor! what care I
What curious eye doth quote deformities?
Here are the beetle brows shall blush for me.
BENVOLIO
Come, knock and enter; and no sooner in,
But every man betake him to his legs.
ROMEO
A torch for me: let wantons light of heart
Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels,
For I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase;
I'll be a candle-holder, and look on.
The game was ne'er so fair, and I am done.
MERCUTIO
Tut, dun's the mouse, the constable's own word:
If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire
Of this sir-reverence love, wherein thou stick'st
Up to the ears. Come, we burn daylight, ho!
ROMEO
Nay, that's not so.
MERCUTIO
I mean, sir, in delay
We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day.
Take our good meaning, for our judgment sits
Five times in that ere once in our five wits.
ROMEO
And we mean well in going to this mask;
But 'tis no wit to go.
MERCUTIO
Why, may one ask?
ROMEO
I dream'd a dream to-night.
MERCUTIO
And so did I.
ROMEO
Well, what was yours?
MERCUTIO
That dreamers often lie.
ROMEO
In bed asleep, while they do dream things true.
MERCUTIO
O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you.
She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes
In shape no bigger than an agate-stone
On the fore-finger of an alderman,
Drawn with a team of little atomies
Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep;
Her wagon-spokes made of long spiders' legs,
The cover of the wings of grasshoppers,
The traces of the smallest spider's web,
The collars of the moonshine's watery beams,
Her whip of cricket's bone, the lash of film,
Her wagoner a small grey-coated gnat,
Not so big as a round little worm
Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid;
Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut
Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub,
Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers.
And in this state she gallops night by night
Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love;
O'er courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight,
O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees,
O'er ladies ' lips, who straight on kisses dream,
Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues,
Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are:
Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose,
And then dreams he of smelling out a suit;
And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig's tail
Tickling a parson's nose as a' lies asleep,
Then dreams, he of another benefice:
Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck,
And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,
Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades,
Of healths five-fathom deep; and then anon
Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes,
And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two
And sleeps again. This is that very Mab
That plats the manes of horses in the night,
And bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish hairs,
Which once untangled, much misfortune bodes:
This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs,
That presses them and learns them first to bear,
Making them women of good carriage:
This is she--
ROMEO
Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace!
Thou talk'st of nothing.
MERCUTIO
True, I talk of dreams,
Which are the children of an idle brain,
Begot of nothing but vain fantasy,
Which is as thin of substance as the air
And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes
Even now the frozen bosom of the north,
And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence,
Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.
BENVOLIO
This wind, you talk of, blows us from ourselves;
Supper is done, and we shall come too late.
ROMEO
I fear, too early: for my mind misgives
Some consequence yet hanging in the stars
Shall bitterly begin his fearful date
With this night's revels and expire the term
Of a despised life closed in my breast
By some vile forfeit of untimely death.
But He, that hath the steerage of my course,
Direct my sail! On, lusty gentlemen.
BENVOLIO
Strike, drum.
Exeunt

Example: My attempt at a story.?

Alright. So it's 3am my time, and I'm half asleep.
But I feel that since I'm acting as a critic for all of your stories, I may as well write my own up here to be fair.

Tell me, is it good?
Should I go on, or just stop where I am...?

Critique?
:]



Her head lay against a feather pillow. Her lids hid those eyes, those liquid blue eyes she used to lure in her prey. Her chest moved slightly with her steady breathing. She smiled as if she were having a pleasant dream. It seemed as though she was asleep.
She was not.
Maybe she was lost in thought. Maybe she was bored. How could I have known? All I knew was that she wasn't capable of sleep. Vampires don't sleep. We're not supposed to...
I wondered. "What are you thinking about?" I rested a hand on her flat stomach.
She opened one eye, gifted me with a breathtaking smile. "Mortality." Her eyes closed once again. She put a finger to my lips. "Shush."
I grinned, waiting.
We waited like this for an hour. Then she rose.
"Ah. Sometimes I miss being mortal." She giggled.
"I don't. What's so great about mortality, anyway? Mortals are so weak, so vulnerable... boring." My tone was teasing. I hoped.
"Mhmm. I might miss oblivion. What's wrong with stupidity?"
"I suppose you're right. Not knowing things is so much easier..." I looked up to the ceiling, ten feet above my head. I marvelled at the paintings, the intricate designs. The detail never ceased to amaze me. I brought my gaze back to Anabelle's face. Anabelle's perfect face...
Her eyes found mine. Her smile returned. "Nathanael. I am thirsty."
I bowed, raised my arm. "Shall we?"
Her eyes flashed red with desire, her gaze became delightfully wicked for a moment so brief no human could have seen it.
We exited our home in that fashion. I felt two of my teeth transform slowly into fangs. My throat burned. I yearned for the kill.

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