Date : March 8th, 2010Category : UncategorizedAuthor : Editor8 Comments
Rate all these songs from 1-10 as an answer to e-mail to—-Alienfreaks04@yahoo.com
38 Special
Caught Up In You
AC/DC
Highway To Hell
Back In Black
TNT
You Shook Me All Night Long
Hells Bells
Aerosmith
Dream On
Sweet Emotion
Walk This Way
Allman Brothers
Midnight Rider
Melissa
Jessica
Whipping Post
Ramblin’ Man
Bad Company
Feel Like Makin’ Love
Bad Company
Rock N Roll Fantasy
Shooting Star
Can’t Get Enough
Beatles
Hey Jude
A Hard Day’s Night
A Day In The Life
Come Together
Day Tripper
Revolution
Let It Be
While My Guitar Gently Weeps
Yesterday
Something
Penny Lane
Help!
Birthday
Eleanor Rigby
Here Comes The Sun
Billy Joel
Piano Man
Captain Jack
It’s Still Rock and Roll To Me
Only The Good Die Young
Movin’ Out
Scenes From An Italian Restaurant
Black Sabbath
Iron Man
Paranoid
Blue Oyster Cult
Don’t Fear The Reaper
Bob Dylan
Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door
Like A Rolling Stone
Bob Seger
Turn The Page
Old Time Rock & Roll
Hollywood Nights
——————-YOU ONLY HAVE TO RATE THE SONGS YOU KNOW.
Date : March 6th, 2010Category : UncategorizedAuthor : Editor1 Comment
PLOT: George Miller is an autistic boy who loses his dad in the Afghanistan war. Soon after he creates an imaginary person called the Red Face. Its a bit like Son of Rambow (if any of you ahve seen it) and its all from the eyes of a seven year old autistic boy so things seem very different. This is just a small part from it… (I’m still only 20 pages in so I’ve got far to go lol):
(It has some swearing in by the way )
George, to get home, needed to pass the dog beach and pass them. Only the fence separated him from them. They could easily jump over. His heart beat quickened again. It was time for him to run.
He ducked down slightly, behind the fence and began sneaking past them as fast as he could. Their voices seemed closer than they were and he eavesdropped on their conversations: ‘My dad is better than you’re dad.’
The big boys weren’t the smartest humans on earth.
‘Oh my god, Kristy is so fit.’
‘Yeah, I wanna-’
George heard a word which he wasn’t supposed to hear. He prayed that it wouldn’t accidentally slip out when he was speaking and carried on, his feet made absolutely no sound on the floor. He was like a thief in the dead of night.
‘Mr Dartsmoor is such a-’
Another naughty word to add to George’s colourful dictionary.
‘He gave me a decky the other day for swearing.’
George didn’t know what a ‘decky’ was, but he knew it was bad.
‘Do you know who else I hate? Dylan Miller. He’s such a-’
Another bad word. George felt a tinge of anger. Dylan Miller was George’s older cousin and George respected him greatly. Dylan stuck up for him like his other relatives never had.
He ignored the anger though, because if he didn’t it would explode inside him and he would shout. Then the big boys would hear. Then George would be dead.
George made it to the first gate. There were four in all, leading into the doggie beach. They were rotted and old, squeaking on hinges that had been created over forty years ago. The slightest push would set them off. It was just unlucky that it was George’s elbow that gave it that small push.
The wood hit his funny bone and his arm erupted in the strange tingly numb feeling. George gasped with pain and gasped again when the hinge of the gate shrieked like a cat in a blender. The big boys swivelled round, seeing a half open gate and a little seven year old ‘ortisam’ boy in a black coat despite the hotness, quickly trying to run away.
‘It’s autism boy!’ one of them yelled.
George cried in fear and stood fully up. He saw them, four in all, watching him with grinning faces. For a few seconds he was frozen in terror that they’d beat him up. Then he ran. Ran as fast as he possibly could.
He heard the big boys laughing. One shouted, ‘Follow him!’ They did. George didn’t look back, but he heard the squealing of the rusty gate and heard their footsteps on the pathway.
The shortcut home lay between a group of small hills. Another bridge, hidden behind them led onto a donkey field. A rough pathway around it led back to George’s housing estate. And that was the way he was about to go.
George was suddenly thigh deep in grass, running towards the first hill and breath running out quickly. He had never been good at running.
He looked behind him and saw the big boys. They thought it was fun, chasing an ‘ortisam’ person. They were only twelve so this was their idea of a good time. It wasn’t George’s idea.
No, not at all.
One foot hit the slope in the ground. George didn’t expect it and stumbled forward, throwing his hands in front of him. They caught his body just in time and, almost like a dog, he scrambled up to the top of the hill. The big boys weren’t far behind.
George brushed past the pools of nettles, hoping the boys wouldn’t notice them and sting themselves. Then he was going down. He stepped back on to level ground and continued his hurry to the bridge.
The big boys were catching up with him. Their legs were longer and they had more stamina. George’s legs were stubby and his stamina was low. It was like a sloth being chased by a leopard.
‘Got him!’ one of them cried. And indeed, a hand clasped onto the arm of George’s coat. George tried to throw it off, but this only resulted with him tumbling to the floor. His face drowned in a sea of grass as the big boys stopped, surrounding him. He rolled over, spitting out pieces of mud and grass.
Above him they stared down, their faces silhouetted against the blue sky. It reminded George of a film where the bad guys were never seen, always dark figures.
‘Guys, this is mean,’ one of the said.
‘Shut up Oliver.’ Another one snapped.
Oliver shook his head and stepped away. ‘I’m not going to be a part of this. It’s nasty.’
‘-off!’ That bad word again.
‘He’s an autism boy.’ The tallest one remarked. ‘He doesn’t know any better.’ He looked down at George, ‘Do you?’
George couldn’t speak just like usual. He turned his head slightly, so as not to look at the boy’s face.
The tallest one nodded, ‘See. I told you.
PART TWO: http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=Ai_zteqryVlC.krJCle3jOzsy6IX;_ylv=3?qid=20090624114735AAdWDgZ
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