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November 29 Dress Choices so far...So I've started looking for my dress style im seemiing to be liking this eligant straight look you know as I think it suits me better than those big puffy things brides sometimes wear sooo anyway heres a few I found that I really like:
Give me Some help guys what do you think of these dresses numbered 1 to 7 tell me a score out of 5 for each dress :D
Dress 1 designed by Maggie sottero This was my fav from her selection I like the lace look actually an how the top fits but I'm worried about my boobs with something so flimsy at the top... this model has a smaller chest lol x
Dress 2 by Ian stuart. This one you cannot see the bottom so I'm a bit worried if it fans out really badly at the bottom but i just LOVE the style I think it loos really modern and that long sleve jacket well I think it looks amazing don't you agree???
Dress 3 By Alfred Angelo its entitled 1839 so I imagine this is suppised to looklike those very traditional lace gowns that they all used to wear and to be honest the dress I tired on in march was a lot like this one my mom said that it looked beautiful on me I wish I had gotten a picture!
Dress 4 by White Rose. This one is not really the look I was looking at but it caught my eye I love how the fabric folds and even the fannig at the bottom doesn't bother me so much!!!
Dress 5 Justin Alexander this is the very dress I first tried on and I can honestly say for the first time in my life I loved the way that I looked!
Dress 6 by Ellis Bridal again not the look I said I liked but this jut looks really good I thinks its beautifull x
Dress 7 by sincerity and I like this because of how it spreads out at the back beautiful x November 09 The red phoenix Part 3 (c)
Her breath was coming short her arms going so weak she could barely stand up straight. Megan tried her hardest to keep moving but it was becoming harder and harder to do so. It had been hours since she left the sanctuary of the park tree, the homes had vanished until she had been walking through empty fields. Darkness had come and gone twice since then and all she had taken into herself was the last of the gingerbread and water from the stream she had crossed the night before. Tripping on a root at her feet she fell to the floor her vision blurred suddenly and she fell unconscious…
…”They are here quickly they have come for her hide her in the basement go Marie, go quickly! Before it is too late!” “OPEN UP THIS DOOR!” Loud bangs from the front door echoed through the house. “AT ONCE OPEN YOUR DOOR!” More bangs until suddenly a crunch and the sound of feet running along the wooden floors. “Please what is going on why are you breaking into my home?” Silence and then the unmistakable sound of boots belonging to a single man entering the main room and thumping along the floor. Megan looked up at the dust falling from the floorboards above her head. Her mother holding her tightly in her arms refusing to let her go. “Lord Baker can I help you? Please it is late and my family are tired we didn’t ask for this intrusion.” Her father seemed to tremble these words as he spoke them. The floor boards creaked as the man above in the boots spun to face her father. “You where seen by the black river Marcus. You where seen there with your wife not 4 hours ago. What purpose did you have there?” “Please…” her father trembled worst this time as he spoke… “Forgive us… our daughter she is young and she does not always understand the rules… she, she … my lord she misses her… “It was hard it seemed for her father to say what was on his mind to this man. “She misses her Brother doesn’t she Marcus?” he replied. “Yes my lord.” He said almost too quietly for Megan to hear.” “Let me speak with her then, call her to me.” “Please she is sleeping it is very late and she is upset can you call back another time my lord?” “You dare to ask me to come when it is most appropriate for YOU?” he spat. “No I didn’t mean…” “Call her NOW!” Shouted the lord. “Marie bring her please bring her at once.” Shouted Megan’s father. Megan turned to see tears fall from her mother’s eyes as they moved from the floor of the basement and up the basement stairs. Her mother wrenched back the door and pushed her daughter though into the bright room. Many men stood around their living room holding torches that shone onto her little face. She was afraid now and she looked down at the floor trying not to shake. The sound louder now of the man's boots walking toward her. Until finally they stopped in front of her and she knew this because she could see them. “Look at me girl” said the voice of the lord. She didn’t move at first too afraid to look at this man that made her father so scared. “I said LOOK at me girl!” he bellowed she jumped and lifted her face to look into the dark brown eyes of the man who scared her father. He was plump in his facial features bushy eyebrows and short wavy hair. He stared at her and she felt cold and fragile like a flower caught in a blizzard. “You went to find your brother girl?” he asked. She did not speak merely nodded in agreement. “Speak to me!” he shouted. “Yes…s … sir… “She stuttered. “What did you think you would find?” “I… I…” “YOU… you??? What speak up dear we cannot quite hear you?” he said nastily copying her frightened expression as he spoke. “I do not know lord…” she said. “Hmmm… very well I will take you to your brother if you wish it!” “NO PLEASE SIRE LORD MIGHTY ONE PLEASE DON’T TAKE MY BABY PLEASE!” Screamed her mother “Momma…” cried Megan “I will return her later… but now she goes to see her brother…” nodding at one of the men they moved forwards and seized her arms tightly pulling her out in her night gown through the door and into the cold night air. The thud f her mothers body as she passed out onto the floor behind her and the shout of her father as he ran to her aid. Anger filled Megan’s blood warming and hardening her. She looked back at the sullen face of her father and she felt so much hate toward him… again he had let his child be taken; again he had been a coward…
….”Wake up, please wake up.” Said a voice suddenly. “Are you… your him… you followed me, but… why?” she looked up at the handsome man his long black hair falling around him as he leaned over her. “I am going to help you my home is not far from here. Please help me lift you. I have a car.” “NO! NO, no car please don’t put me in there…” she pulled away from the stranger. Standing with difficulty she turned and ran in the opposite direction through a field of tall straw. She pushed back the stems with her hands held out and she herd the unmistakable sound of him chasing her. “Leave me alone why you are following me!” she screamed. But it was no look she was far too weak and she fell headfirst into the straw in front of her. “I will take you to my home and you won’t leave until you are well!” He had picked her up and begun carrying her back through the broken path of straw. “Who are you?” she said her vision blurring again. “I’m help…” darkness took her once more. October 26 The Red Phoenix Part 2 (c)
Furiously Megan Phoenix stuffed the gingerbread into her mouth savouring every ounce of her spoilt meal. That stupid stranger had ruined everything for her and she would go even longer than she had ever gone before without food. The prospect of that made her shudder and for the first time in a long time she felt... afraid. Frightened that her already weak body would not survive this new challenge. Gingerbread would only hold her steady for so long and there was nothing in it that she really needed to survive it was empty of any goodness. The meat was rich with proteins and many things she needed. Thinking carefully she only saw one alternative. She had to take a trip to the red fields. They where slightly north of Mist town and it would take her at least a day to get there in her condition. She was so weak it had taken all her strength to escape the butcher. None the less it was the only place she could get food now. The butcher would not fall for a second attack and Megan didn't like the prospects of running into the tall handsome stranger again. Climbing down from her hiding place in one of mist town parks biggest trees she shook off the dust and pulled a few twigs from her hair. Then pulling her hood over her head to block out the cold wind blowing along her neck she moved on through the thick fog unaware that she was being watched from afar...
..."She's in her room she will be ok Marie don't worry I'll go talk to her you can prepare supper. Just a soup and some bread rolls will be sufficient. I won't be long" said Marcus Phoenix. He moved up the old wooden stairs leaving his wife to the cooking and headed along a dark corridor. At the end he turned to a partially open door and noticed that the bed which his daughter should have been in was empty. He turned to see a small light appear just above his head. THe old trap door leading to his son's old room was slightly ajar. Pulling the worn cord the stairs slowly fell to the corridor floor and the light grew brighter illuminating him as he walked up from the darkness that he had come. In that room where many things that easily cause a lump to form in his throat, his eyes to grow heavy and his heart to slightly fade. Steven had made this room his and everywhere Marcus turned a memory would spark through something he would see. It was amongst these objects of the past that he saw the tiny frame of his beloved daughter Megan sitting upon the toy chest by the attic window. Her long red hair strewn across her face hiding the streams of tears that fell from her sweet innocent green eyes. She held a small brown bear in her arms. It was Stevens that he had given to her so long ago. "I remember when Steven gave Samuel to you Megan" he spoke softly sitting on the edge of the bed close by. She quickly went to wipe the tears from her eyes realising her father was with her. "Do you remember too?" he asked her. As Megan turned to face him Marcus felt his heart break. That face was one of a child so lost and alone a child who had lost something so precious it could kill her block out her flame destroy her forever... she had lost her brother... "I was afraid daddy. Of the dark water by our house and of the stories i had herd about the outcasts. Steven gave samuel to me so i wouldn't have to be scared anymore. he told me that nothing would hurt me while i had him with me." "He was right Megan. Nothing can harm you but you have to remember that going after Steven will not help anything. It can only make for more trouble and we have had enough of that. Your mother is afraid for you Megan you are always chasing after what cannot be found. He is gone now and we must accept that and move on with our lives." Megan seemed to grow suddenly angry her eyes appearing much more fierce and annoyed. "You want me to forget that I have a brother daddy and that you and mommy didn't do anything to protect him when they came for him. I will not do that never! I will find Steven one day and when I do he will tell me that he wished you to have done something. He will tell me that you and mommy where cowards!" "Megan! How can you say that to me? Your mother and I loved Steven as much as you did! We couldn't have stood up against them they where... they are too..." "Too what daddy? Scary? Well I'm not afraid of them I'm not afraid at all. I have samuel to protect me like steven told me." "A teddy cannot protect you from these men Megan and if they learn that you have been going to the black lake they could come for you too and then your mother she will surely... she will be heart broken Megan..." "I would run daddy I would run away and escape them I would find Steven then I would come for you and mommy and we could escape this mad place together!"...
As Megan walked through the dark mist that memory had burned in her mind. She had always run when things had gotten out of hand she had run away from them as fast as she could run. Even now she was doing it running for her life through the mist unaware that some one was following her someone wanted to know what she was running from... October 19 The Red Phoenix Part One (C)
A cold chill running along the spine, the sound of unfamiliar noises in the distance, and the unmistakable patter of cold hard rain falling from above... those where the first senses that Megan phoenix felt as she opened her eye's to the gloom that was the dark street's of Mist city. Pulling herself up from the cardboard cut out's she had made her bed that night she looked up to the stone ceiling of mist town's central bridge. She had spent many night's here before never two in a row as she would tend to stay somewhere different as often as possible but this was her favourite due to the fact she felt the safest whilst there. It was used by the town folk as a way to cross the black river, no one liked the river too many bad stories of strange happenings and mysterious disappearances. Megan didn't believe any of it, she thought it was nothing more than a bunch of stories used by the outcasts of the city to keep the citizens of mist town away. If that where true then she would take advantage of the town's folks weakness and stay where no one dared to wonder. And so she felt safe knowing she was the only person that ever really came by the river walk. It stretched for miles and ran under the very bridge she now took refuge. looking into the rivers black murky waters she found herself begin to drift into another of her daydreams, she saw her reflection in the water and it rippled and grew younger until she appeared only as a 7 year old child...
... "Megan how many times do I have to tell you that you must never come here!" she turned from the water to see a figure in the gloom walking towards her. "It's not safe Megan... come on I'll take you home." the tall man's hair shone deep red like her own and he too shared her bright green eyes. It was her father, her protector and she loved him more than anything she had ever loved in her life. They walked together away from the dark waters up the rivers edge until they came to a set of tall steep stone steps. They slowly climbed until they reached a path that lead to the roadside. A car stood there with its full beams shinning through the mist. The shadow of another figure illuminated by the beams draped in a long rain coat moved forward and wrapped arms tightly around Megan. "Thank goodness your safe."
"Momma I just wanted to see it I don't believe it's true I thought I could find him..."
"You cannot come back here Megan I've told you before it's not safe you cannot do anything to help steven now. He is gone and you have to accept that there is nothing myself or your father can do..."
"I want him back momma I want my brother safe at home with us."
"You cannot say such things. To do so would be blasphemy! The council made their decision and we cannot change that. Your brother is an outcast to the dark river. He can never return..." Megan recalled sitting in the car the sound of the engine roaring into life and as she looked out of the window the figure of a grey haired man standing by the riverside dressed in black watching them speed away into the night...
... That figure would haunt her forever he was not a man to be loved or cared about he was a priest of the new order a preacher of the new religion a man who only cared to point out the outcasts and have them thrown from the face of the earth. He cared for no one and it was his fault she had lost Steven so long ago. Looking into the water Megan saw her reflection as it was that day. The red hair was longer tumbling around her dirt stained face. Under that dirt was a pretty young woman of 21. She pulled herself away from the water and began packing her belongings into a tattered old black satchel. She brushed down the dirt from her black jeans and zipped up her jacket. Megan wrapped a scarf around her face so as to only show her eyes and lifted the hood of her jacket over her head. Then she was ready to move on for the day and find some breakfast. Moving up the old stone steps she herd the traffic rumble overhead. It was early so she didn't have to worry too much about anyone becoming curious of her. She walked swiftly along the path at the side of the road that lead into town. The mail man was doing his rounds posting the shops letters before they opened for business. Moving past him she kept her head down and headed toward the bakers shop in the town square. Hopefully they had thrown out al the buns from the night before they didn't sell. When all was clear she moved off from the main road and down an alleyway to the bins that where lined at the back of the shop. Taking a peak inside she found what she was looking for a half used loaf of bread and a few broken gingerbread men. Pulling a hankie from her pocket she wrapped them up and stuffed them into her bag. Moving back out onto the street she saw the mail man heading across the road towards the post office for more letters he would probably be taking to the houses down the road. He was watching her now and she began to feel a little uneasy. Moving away from the town square she veered of towards one of the old back lanes of town and reached a butchers shop. The owner was by the bins she noticed as she came to a halt not far off from the front door. She couldn't risk him taking too much notice in her so she moved on along the road. After a few minuites she came to another meat store the owner stood inside preparing the food. Her mouth began to water as she watched him cutting a pice of ham. She would love some of that for her bread. He moved to the door and opened it turning his sign to open. No one was around yet so she moved closer to watch him carry on cutting up the ham.
He jumped suddenly and dropped his knife on the table. Having cut his finger and he moved swiftly into the back of the shop probably to find a bandage. Now was her chance she shot through the door and snatched the cut meat from the table before running as fast as she could back out the door and down the road. Too easy she thought running as fast as she could. Not watching where she was going she watched the butcher running to the door and shouting after her to return the meat "thief come back" he called. She giggled slightly and continued to run fast pace to the park. As she ran around the corner of the park wall she felt herself thump into something and fall backwards to the floor. In pure frustration worry and anger she scrambled herself up and started trying to scoop up the meat from the dirty floor. "I am so sorry about that" said a deep voice. She stood up in fright and turned around her jaw dropping at the sight of a tall handsome well dressed young man with long black hair held back in a ponytail. "Are you ok... miss?" she reached up her hands touching her exposed face. "I... I... I'm fine I just ... I dropped it..." she felt a tear sting her eyes. "Oh no I'm so sorry about that did you just buy this? I must take you to get some more." he said.
"No...its ok it doesn't matter it's quite alright really."
"Are you sure? I feel partly responsible." he replied.
"No its ok..." she looked down at the dirt covered meat and felt her stomach growl. That meal was all she had in the world... it had been 3 days since she last ate and that had been a fish she managed to take from the black river.
"You seem upset about it. I feel terrible are you alright miss you seem a bit ... lost?"
"I'm alright" she moved on into the park ignoring the man as he shouted back...
"Let me take you for some food. I think you need it!"
"No thank you..." as the tears rolled down her eyes the man watched the back of her frame walking away through the morning fog... August 19 PETE WINS BIG BROTHER 2006 !!!
I know its not what I usualy Blog about but woah I'm a huge fan of the show and this guy he totaly deserved to win this years show hes been an entertainer from the begining! I really am a huge fan of Pete and I'm just so happy for him I actually shead a few tears when he left the house actually to some people = sad has no life demented woman! For me = a bunch of wonderful people with interesting personalities who in the process of entertaining have discovered so many wonderful things about themselfs and learnt so many valuble lessons and have been good enough to let us all join the incredilbe ride! Well done to all the housemates old and new for really putting BB on the map this year !!! But most of all well done to Pete !!! xxx
ps: I fyou want to comment and insult BB I'll just delete it cause this space is mine to put what I like its about me and BB has been a big big part of my life over the past 90 days !!! |
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