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Read my story? Suggestions for a twist? by Brooke Q: I smiled at him. Our warm hands wrapped around each other as I guided him up the steps. I hoped he wouldn't see the sadness in my eyes, or how I was faking a smile. His thick blue coat was getting too small, and had a few holes in the back. He didn't know how hard it is, and how bad he had it. He didn't realize all of the other kids had nice new clothes, and not old ratty ones from a thrift store. I never wanted him to know, and I never wanted him to be deprived. I cant support him, I told myself. He would have a better life here, and hopefully find a better home. I looked down at him as we reached the door. "where are we mommy?" he asked innocently. I said as cheerfully as I could, "I'll come back for you. You are going to stay here for awhile. It's a great place, you will have so much fun." he grinned up at me, and I looked into his big, innocent green eyes. I shivered in the cold, it was December, and Seattle winters are never forgiving. The trees were barren, and the clouds threatened rain, as always. I reached down and hugged him for as long as I could before he squirmed and pulled away. "why are you so sad mommy?" he asked. I stood there, just trying to savor this moment, silently. He always could see through me. It was amazing how at four years old, he understood so much. His jet black hair almost reached his shoulders. He needed a hair cut, but I couldn't afford one even for myself. I fixed my hair trying to look presentable, and calmly knocked on the white door before us. The building was brick, and fairly large, compared to our tiny apartment. A lady opened the door. She was older, maybe sixty. Her gray hair was pinned up in a bun, and she was wearing a white blouse with a red plaid skirt. "hello, I'm Julie. Im blake's mother." I said as my heart thudded in my chest. My mind was racing. Was I making the right decision? I had to think of what was best for blake. The lady nodded and smiled happily. "hello, I'm Tracy, I am the owner of this place. Now come inside." I gripped blake's hand tighter, and walked inside. It looked pleasant, the walls painted bright orange and yellow. The room was small, but there was a glass door on the back wall where I saw the other kids playing and laughing. This was a good place, I told myself, much better than what i could give him. There was a desk in the middle of the room, and a staircase on the left wall. I supposed that it was where the kids slept. Tracy sat down at the desk and organized a little stack of paper. She directed me to sit in the chair in front of the desk. I sat down as she said, "so I need you to sign a few papers." she handed me a pen. I looked at them. They were custody forms and others I did not understand. "now if he does get adopted, would you like an open or closed adoption mam?" my head hurt. What was I doing? I loved this little boy, how could I ever give him up? But then I told myself to think of what was best for him, not me. Shakily, I signed the forms, and barely managed to say, "closed." I wasn't brave enough to meet him again. I wouldn't want to answer his ever burning question, "why?" it would hurt too much to see him again, with another family, knowing I couldn't take him back home. The lady nodded, and sympathetically looked at me, knowing this was hard for me. "he will have a good home here mam. No need to worry." she said sincerely. I noticed Blake had been staring at me the whole time, looking for an explanation that I couldn't give. At four, he wouldn't understand money, or how I could barely provide food for myself. He wouldn't understand why I had to do this. I faked a smile, which I knew he wouldn't buy. I was bad at lying, and he always saw right through me. Tracy smiled at Blake, and said "come on! Lets go play with the other kids. Say bye to your mother." Blake looked at me, and I saw concern in his eyes. "mommy come with me. Don't go." he said, and it stabbed at my heart. I held back tears and gave him his things. He didn't have much, but I did bring his stuffed frog, which he loved dearly. It was a present from my mother, the last thing she would ever give him. Suggestions? Twist ideas? Thanks and I'm 13 and love writing and reading. Oh later in the story you find out the grandma dies of lung cancer shortly after Blake is born, when Julie is 16. I was thinking maybe she joins a support group and then makes friends with a lady who gave up her first born and then has a daughter now and she goes over for a BBQ and Blake is the boyfriend of the daughter maybe? And she finally finds him after like 15 years of searching, and other stuff will go on with blakes father and such, they will reconnect or something, but I'm ot sure. Any more ideas? Or add on to my idea?

A: A good twist could be something to do with who adopts him. Like you could have her come back after a while and she finds out he was adopted by _______.

Is my story good, am I a good writer? How old do you think I am? by Brooke Q: I smiled at him. Our warm hands wrapped around each other as I guided him up the steps. I hoped he wouldn't see the sadness in my eyes, or how I was faking a smile. His thick blue coat was getting too small, and had a few holes in the back. He didn't know how hard it is, and how bad he had it. He didn't realize all of the other kids had nice new clothes, and not old ratty ones from a thrift store. I never wanted him to know, and I never wanted him to be deprived. I cant support him, I told myself. He would have a better life here, and hopefully find a better home. I looked down at him as we reached the door. "where are we mommy?" he asked innocently. I said as cheerfully as I could, "I'll come back for you. You are going to stay here for awhile. It's a great place, you will have so much fun." he grinned up at me, and I looked into his big, innocent green eyes. I shivered in the cold, it was December, and Seattle winters are never forgiving. The trees were barren, and the clouds threatened rain, as always. I reached down and hugged him for as long as I could before he squirmed and pulled away. "why are you so sad mommy?" he asked. I stood there, just trying to savor this moment, silently. He always could see through me. It was amazing how at four years old, he understood so much. His jet black hair almost reached his shoulders. He needed a hair cut, but I couldn't afford one even for myself. I fixed my hair trying to look presentable, and calmly knocked on the white door before us. The building was brick, and fairly large, compared to our tiny apartment. A lady opened the door. She was older, maybe sixty. Her gray hair was pinned up in a bun, and she was wearing a white blouse with a red plaid skirt. "hello, I'm Julie. Im blake's mother." I said as my heart thudded in my chest. My mind was racing. Was I making the right decision? I had to think of what was best for blake. The lady nodded and smiled happily. "hello, I'm Tracy, I am the owner of this place. Now come inside." I gripped blake's hand tighter, and walked inside. It looked pleasant, the walls painted bright orange and yellow. The room was small, but there was a glass door on the back wall where I saw the other kids playing and laughing. This was a good place, I told myself, much better than what i could give him. There was a desk in the middle of the room, and a staircase on the left wall. I supposed that it was where the kids slept. Tracy sat down at the desk and organized a little stack of paper. She directed me to sit in the chair in front of the desk. I sat down as she said, "so I need you to sign a few papers." she handed me a pen. I looked at them. They were custody forms and others I did not understand. "now if he does get adopted, would you like an open or closed adoption mam?" my head hurt. What was I doing? I loved this little boy, how could I ever give him up? But then I told myself to think of what was best for him, not me. Shakily, I signed the forms, and barely managed to say, "closed." I wasn't brave enough to meet him again. I wouldn't want to answer his ever burning question, "why?" it would hurt too much to see him again, with another family, knowing I couldn't take him back home. The lady nodded, and sympathetically looked at me, knowing this was hard for me. "he will have a good home here mam. No need to worry." she said sincerely. I noticed Blake had been staring at me the whole time, looking for an explanation that I couldn't give. At four, he wouldn't understand money, or how I could barely provide food for myself. He wouldn't understand why I had to do this. I faked a smile, which I knew he wouldn't buy. I was bad at lying, and he always saw right through me. Tracy smiled at Blake, and said "come on! Lets go play with the other kids. Say bye to your mother." Blake looked at me, and I saw concern in his eyes. "mommy come with me. Don't go." he said, and it stabbed at my heart. I held back tears and gave him his things. He didn't have much, but I did bring his stuffed frog, which he loved dearly. It was a present from my mother, the last thing she would ever give him. Okay so how old do you think I am? Am I a good writer? Also suggestions for a twist in my story? There is much more but it doesn't fit. Thanks! I'll tell my age after people answer in additional details. :) Okay so I am 13. I have always loved writing and reading and have wrote stories since I was in first grade. And by the way, she gives him up because she can barely feed herself, not because she cant buy him expensive cloths. It will be a very long story, so you find out more as the story goes on about her life. Thanks to everyone for answering!! :)

A: This is really good! I love it! Are you going to carry the story out through the boy's view? I think that'd be cool, because with the mother i couldn't see much of a story line other than her grief. Then again, i don't know, and it'd be cool if you proved me wrong, although i still think going with the boy's view for the rest of the story would be best. For a twist, him finding out something about him? Like his dad was famous, or his mom was kidnapped after he was adopted, or something crazy. Unless you want to take it into a fictional story, at which point the possibilities are endless:D Unlike most of the time (when i try to make my answers sound nice, when i really dislike the story all together) i actually legitimately LOVE this. If this is anything like the rest of your story you are amazing! I don't see how age matters in a writer, but i'm guessing you are a teen, since you asked that question in the first place:) Keep writing! -me-

Is this a good story? Ideas for a twist? by Brooke Q: You don't have to read it all I smiled at him. Our warm hands wrapped around each other as I guided him up the steps. I hoped he wouldn't see the sadness in my eyes, or how I was faking a smile. His thick blue coat was getting too small, and had a few holes in the back. He didn't know how hard it is, and how bad he had it. He didn't realize all of the other kids had nice new clothes, and not old ratty ones from a thrift store. I never wanted him to know, and I never wanted him to be deprived. I cant support him, I told myself. He would have a better life here, and hopefully find a better home. I looked down at him as we reached the door. "where are we mommy?" he asked innocently. I said as cheerfully as I could, "I'll come back for you. You are going to stay here for awhile. It's a great place, you will have so much fun." he grinned up at me, and I looked into his big, innocent green eyes. I shivered in the cold, it was December, and Seattle winters are never forgiving. The trees were barren, and the clouds threatened rain, as always. I reached down and hugged him for as long as I could before he squirmed and pulled away. "why are you so sad mommy?" he asked. I stood there, just trying to savor this moment, silently. He always could see through me. It was amazing how at four years old, he understood so much. His jet black hair almost reached his shoulders. He needed a hair cut, but I couldn't afford one even for myself. I fixed my hair trying to look presentable, and calmly knocked on the white door before us. The building was brick, and fairly large, compared to our tiny apartment. A lady opened the door. She was older, maybe sixty. Her gray hair was pinned up in a bun, and she was wearing a white blouse with a red plaid skirt. "hello, I'm Julie. Im blake's mother." I said as my heart thudded in my chest. My mind was racing. Was I making the right decision? I had to think of what was best for blake. The lady nodded and smiled happily. "hello, I'm Tracy, I am the owner of this place. Now come inside." I gripped blake's hand tighter, and walked inside. It looked pleasant, the walls painted bright orange and yellow. The room was small, but there was a glass door on the back wall where I saw the other kids playing and laughing. This was a good place, I told myself, much better than what i could give him. There was a desk in the middle of the room, and a staircase on the left wall. I supposed that it was where the kids slept. Tracy sat down at the desk and organized a little stack of paper. She directed me to sit in the chair in front of the desk. I sat down as she said, "so I need you to sign a few papers." she handed me a pen. I looked at them. They were custody forms and others I did not understand. "now if he does get adopted, would you like an open or closed adoption mam?" my head hurt. What was I doing? I loved this little boy, how could I ever give him up? But then I told myself to think of what was best for him, not me. Shakily, I signed the forms, and barely managed to say, "closed." I wasn't brave enough to meet him again. I wouldn't want to answer his ever burning question, "why?" it would hurt too much to see him again, with another family, knowing I couldn't take him back home. The lady nodded, and sympathetically looked at me, knowing this was hard for me. "he will have a good home here mam. No need to worry." she said sincerely. I noticed Blake had been staring at me the whole time, looking for an explanation that I couldn't give. At four, he wouldn't understand money, or how I could barely provide food for myself. He wouldn't understand why I had to do this. I faked a smile, which I knew he wouldn't buy. Oh and by the way I am only 13... But I love writing and long books, and I just wrote this story, I'm hoping I can make it very long like a book, thanks so much for the twist idea, and thanks to lawwd and To rack spider, the grammar is bad because I did the story just now on my iPad and it fixes it weirdly a lot when it was right in the first place. Thanks though, I would love to publish a book one day :)

A: I think what I am about to purpose would involve you having to write a bunch more to the story which may not be desired however I must say I really do enjoy your story thus far :). The only thing I could think of for a twist would be that years later after having struggled with her decision for years the mother decides to seek help in a support group for women who adopted out their children. In this support group she befriends another woman who had to give up her first born but has a daughter from later in life. The original mother goes over to her house for a bbq and meets the daughter and the daughters boyfriend who just so happens to be her long lost son! ??

Read my story? Suggestions for a twist? by Brooke Q: I smiled at him. Our warm hands wrapped around each other as I guided him up the steps. I hoped he wouldn't see the sadness in my eyes, or how I was faking a smile. His thick blue coat was getting too small, and had a few holes in the back. He didn't know how hard it is, and how bad he had it. He didn't realize all of the other kids had nice new clothes, and not old ratty ones from a thrift store. I never wanted him to know, and I never wanted him to be deprived. I cant support him, I told myself. He would have a better life here, and hopefully find a better home. I looked down at him as we reached the door. "where are we mommy?" he asked innocently. I said as cheerfully as I could, "I'll come back for you. You are going to stay here for awhile. It's a great place, you will have so much fun." he grinned up at me, and I looked into his big, innocent green eyes. I shivered in the cold, it was December, and Seattle winters are never forgiving. The trees were barren, and the clouds threatened rain, as always. I reached down and hugged him for as long as I could before he squirmed and pulled away. "why are you so sad mommy?" he asked. I stood there, just trying to savor this moment, silently. He always could see through me. It was amazing how at four years old, he understood so much. His jet black hair almost reached his shoulders. He needed a hair cut, but I couldn't afford one even for myself. I fixed my hair trying to look presentable, and calmly knocked on the white door before us. The building was brick, and fairly large, compared to our tiny apartment. A lady opened the door. She was older, maybe sixty. Her gray hair was pinned up in a bun, and she was wearing a white blouse with a red plaid skirt. "hello, I'm Julie. Im blake's mother." I said as my heart thudded in my chest. My mind was racing. Was I making the right decision? I had to think of what was best for blake. The lady nodded and smiled happily. "hello, I'm Tracy, I am the owner of this place. Now come inside." I gripped blake's hand tighter, and walked inside. It looked pleasant, the walls painted bright orange and yellow. The room was small, but there was a glass door on the back wall where I saw the other kids playing and laughing. This was a good place, I told myself, much better than what i could give him. There was a desk in the middle of the room, and a staircase on the left wall. I supposed that it was where the kids slept. Tracy sat down at the desk and organized a little stack of paper. She directed me to sit in the chair in front of the desk. I sat down as she said, "so I need you to sign a few papers." she handed me a pen. I looked at them. They were custody forms and others I did not understand. "now if he does get adopted, would you like an open or closed adoption mam?" my head hurt. What was I doing? I loved this little boy, how could I ever give him up? But then I told myself to think of what was best for him, not me. Shakily, I signed the forms, and barely managed to say, "closed." I wasn't brave enough to meet him again. I wouldn't want to answer his ever burning question, "why?" it would hurt too much to see him again, with another family, knowing I couldn't take him back home. The lady nodded, and sympathetically looked at me, knowing this was hard for me. "he will have a good home here mam. No need to worry." she said sincerely. I noticed Blake had been staring at me the whole time, looking for an explanation that I couldn't give. At four, he wouldn't understand money, or how I could barely provide food for myself. He wouldn't understand why I had to do this. I faked a smile, which I knew he wouldn't buy. I was bad at lying, and he always saw right through me. Tracy smiled at Blake, and said "come on! Lets go play with the other kids. Say bye to your mother." Blake looked at me, and I saw concern in his eyes. "mommy come with me. Don't go." he said, and it stabbed at my heart. I held back tears and gave him his things. He didn't have much, but I did bring his stuffed frog, which he loved dearly. It was a present from my mother, the last thing she would ever give him. I still remembered it. I was in the hospital in Los Angeles, California, my home town, holding blake in my arms after 10 grueling hours of labor. My mother had finally gotten to the hospital, after driving from her recent trip to Las vegas. She burst through the door with her loud cheery voice singing happy birthday. She had brought baby blue balloons that read, "it's a boy!" and a stuffed frog. Her singing woke the baby up, and he started crying. "good going mom" I joked. She looked concerned but soon Blake stopped crying and fell asleep again. I smiled and thanked her, and I carefully placed Blake into her arms. She cradled him, and I could tell she missed having young children of her own. "how are you going to manage this Julie?" she asked. "I don't know, but it will all work out. Let's not think about it now." I whispered. She nodded, and suddenly started coughing violently. "are you okay mom?" I said concerned. She nodded and gave me the baby, while her coughing decreased. "it's nothing, just a cold." she said. I had only been sixteen then. I was so young, so naive. Now, i reached down and hugged Blake tightly. "I love you. I will always love you and don't ever think otherwise." he looked at me confused, but knew not to ask questions. "now go with Tracy," he did as I told him, and Tracy took his hand. Frequently he looked back at me which shred my heart to pieces. I couldn't take it anymore, and swiftly walked out of the building and down the steps. I forced myself not to look back, not to run and get him. I couldn't support him. I couldn't give him the life he deserves. People seemed to be staring at me like they knew my story, like they knew what I had just done. I crossed my arms self consciously, and I continued walking, keeping my eyes on the pavement, until i found a coffee shop on the corner, just far away enough from the orphanage. In Seattle, there is about a coffee shop on every corner. I walked in and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee caressed my face. Oh how I wanted a cup, but knew I wouldn't be able to afford it. I sat down at a table, and noticed how few people were in here. It was so warm in here, compared to my little, unheated apartment. I could barely afford the apartment, and my water and heat had been turned off from not paying my bills. I tried my best for blake. Because I had gotten pregnant at 16, I had to drop out of school because I had to take care of him. I had no help. My mother helped at first, but we were not the richest of families either. She gave me a place to live until I was 18, and she said I needed to get on my feet. Obviously i did not go to co

A: wow a really great story heres a twist she mets a guy okay and then the guy has a child but no wife. so she finds out his son is blake from the adoption:D plz keep writing its really good

Am I a good writer? What do you think of my story? Ideas for a twist? by Brooke Q: Chapter one-Julie I smiled at him. Our warm hands wrapped around each other as I guided him up the steps. I hoped he wouldn't see the sadness in my eyes, or how I was faking a smile. His thick blue coat was getting too small, and had a few holes in the back. He didn't know how hard it is, and how bad he had it. He didn't realize all of the other kids had nice new clothes, and not old ratty ones from a thrift store. I never wanted him to know, and I never wanted him to be deprived. I cant support him, I told myself. He would have a better life here, and hopefully find a better home. I looked down at him as we reached the door. "where are we mommy?" he asked innocently. I said as cheerfully as I could, "I'll come back for you. You are going to stay here for awhile. It's a great place, you will have so much fun." he grinned up at me, and I looked into his big, innocent green eyes. I shivered in the cold, it was December, and Seattle winters are never forgiving. The trees were barren, and the clouds threatened rain, as always. I reached down and hugged him for as long as I could before he squirmed and pulled away. "why are you so sad mommy?" he asked. I stood there, just trying to savor this moment, silently. He always could see through me. It was amazing how at four years old, he understood so much. His jet black hair almost reached his shoulders. He needed a hair cut, but I couldn't afford one even for myself. I fixed my hair trying to look presentable, and calmly knocked on the white door before us. The building was brick, and fairly large, compared to our tiny apartment. A lady opened the door. She was older, maybe sixty. Her gray hair was pinned up in a bun, and she was wearing a white blouse with a red plaid skirt. "hello, I'm Julie. Im blake's mother." I said as my heart thudded in my chest. My mind was racing. Was I making the right decision? I had to think of what was best for blake. The lady nodded and smiled happily. "hello, I'm Tracy, I am the owner of this place. Now come inside." I gripped blake's hand tighter, and walked inside. It looked pleasant, the walls painted bright orange and yellow. The room was small, but there was a glass door on the back wall where I saw the other kids playing and laughing. This was a good place, I told myself, much better than what i could give him. There was a desk in the middle of the room, and a staircase on the left wall. I supposed that it was where the kids slept. Tracy sat down at the desk and organized a little stack of paper. She directed me to sit in the chair in front of the desk. I sat down as she said, "so I need you to sign a few papers." she handed me a pen. I looked at them. They were custody forms and others I did not understand. "now if he does get adopted, would you like an open or closed adoption mam?" my head hurt. What was I doing? I loved this little boy, how could I ever give him up? But then I told myself to think of what was best for him, not me. Shakily, I signed the forms, and barely managed to say, "closed." I wasn't brave enough to meet him again. I wouldn't want to answer his ever burning question, "why?" it would hurt too much to see him again, with another family, knowing I couldn't take him back home. The lady nodded, and sympathetically looked at me, knowing this was hard for me. "he will have a good home here mam. No need to worry." she said sincerely. I noticed Blake had been staring at me the whole time, looking for an explanation that I couldn't give. At four, he wouldn't understand money, or how I could barely provide food for myself. He wouldn't understand why I had to do this. I faked a smile, which I knew he wouldn't buy. I was bad at lying, and he always saw right through me. Tracy smiled at Blake, and said "come on! Lets go play with the other kids. Say bye to your mother." Blake looked at me, and I saw concern in his eyes. "mommy come with me. Don't go." he said, and it stabbed at my heart. I held back tears and gave him his things. He didn't have much, but I did bring his stuffed frog, which he loved dearly. It was a present from my mother, the last thing she would ever give him. I still remembered it. I was in the hospital in Los Angeles, California, my home town, holding blake in my arms after 10 grueling hours of labor. My mother had finally gotten to the hospital, after driving from her recent trip to Las vegas. She burst through the door with her loud cheery voice singing happy birthday. She had brought baby blue balloons that read, "it's a boy!" and a stuffed frog. Her singing woke the baby up, and he started crying. "good going mom" I joked. She looked concerned but soon Blake stopped crying and fell asleep again. I smiled and thanked her, and I carefully placed Blake into her arm There is much more, it just doesn't fit. Please give ideas for a twist and/or comments. I understand the format is incorrect, I just haven't gone back to fix it yet. I am not a professional. Lease ignore grammar mistakes. Thank you. Also guess how old I am

A: Sorry, I have no idea how old you are, but this first chapter is really good!! It had my attention the whole time :) However, this draft still needs quite a bit of editing. As far as the twist, how about something like, Blake is kidnapped after he is placed in another home, and after Julie is informed about it she goes on a search for him? Haha, I don't know, it's your story, you'll come up with something!

Seattle and Limburger Cheese? by Living In Korea Q: The Boss is away today so I thought I would send a question based on a taste I have not experienced for about 14 years, while living here in Korea. Shortly I will be arriving in the Fort Lewis area to continue working for the U.S. Government. Can anybody pleeeeease let me know if the German Limburger Cheese can be purchased in the Seattle/Tacoma/Fort Lewis area? I have found myself remembering and mentally savoring the taste of that fantastic Cheese. Any links to stores/prices would be greatly appreciated.

A: You can get it at Whole Foods (I can't think of any premium grocers in the Tacoma area): Westlake 25.7 miles north 2210 Westlake Ave Seattle, WA 98121 Phone: 206.621.9700 Fax: 206.621.9705 Bellevue 27.9 miles northeast 888 116th Ave NE Bellevue, WA 98004 Phone: 425.462.1400 Roosevelt Square 29.8 miles northeast 1026 NE 64th Street Seattle, WA 98115 Phone: 206.985.1500 Fax: 206.985.8500 Redmond 32.7 miles northeast 17991 Redmond Way Redmond, WA 98052 Phone: 425.881.2600 Fax: 425.881.2660

Has anyone here been on the "Savor Seattle" tour? If so, what did you think of it? by Debi Q: Fun? Worth the money? Good food? Thanks!

A: This was a wonderful experience. The tour was well designed and gives you a good tour of the market and the history of the market. Our guide was Tim, and he was very engaging, funny, and knew his material well. The amount of time for the tour was good, and the different vendors and food's sampled on the tour were excellent. I was very satisfied with the variety and cost of the tour. It is well worth it and is a must do if you go to Seattle. Plus the discounts you get for going on the tour to the sites visited makes it worth it too. The only complaint I have is with the equipment. The guide has a microphone and each member of the tour has a wireless earpiece so that you can hear what the guide is saying. This is a must because the market can be very loud. The problem is that if you ever got 10 feet or more away from the guide (which happened a lot because the market gets very crowded) you either lose what the guide is saying completely, or it becomes full of static and you cannot hear what the guide is saying or have to turn the volume down. They need to upgrade the equipment to make it better. You can read reviews of other peoples at: http://www.tripadvisor.com/Attraction_Review-g60878-d799004-Reviews-Savor_Seattle_Food_Tours-Seattle_Washington.html#

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