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Natural therapies for laryngitis are: lemon and honey; fresh ginger root tea; spiknard essential oil applied with heat compress; massage feet and toes; Vit A, C and Zinc; 30C dose of Belladonna homeopathic remedy. [ Source: http://www.chacha.com/question/when-you-lose-your-voice-from-being-sick%2C-how-do-you-get-it-back-quickly ]
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Natural therapies for laryngitis are: lemon and honey; fresh ginger root tea; spiknard essential oil applied with heat compress; massage feet and toes; Vit A, C and Zinc; 30C dose of Belladonna homeopathic remedy.

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Q: “Rachel, is that you?” My mother called out in a panicked tone as I slowly slid the window next to the front door shut. I had planned on quietly sneaking back in and crawling into bed, after all it was a Saturday morning and my parents were usually still fast asleep… but when I saw my mother’s face I knew that it definitely wasn’t going to be as easy as I had planned.“Where have you been?” she cried, looking furious.“I, um…just got back from a run?” I lied, hoping she’d buy it.The truth was Jess had texted me around 10 o’clock the night before asking if I wanted to go to a party in the gas lamp with some guys we had met the previous weekend at a club downtown. My parents had just grounded me after beating me to the mailbox and finding my report card full of C’s and D’s, and in a state of fury I decided that since they were already in bed I was in the clear. I would spend the rest of the week snickering every time they said the word grounded, or so I thought. “I don’t think so! You were with Jess! What were you guys doing? I called her mother and she didn’t know, or seem to care for that matter! Do you have any idea how worried I was? I’ve been calling you since two in the morning!” I reached for the back pocket of my favorite pair of dark wash true religion jeans, but nothing was there. It must have fallen out sometime during the night. It was almost as if my mom could read my mind because when I looked up and met her tired eyes she yelled, “Don’t tell me you lost your phone too! What is it with you lately? Where is the trustworthy, responsible daughter I know?”I had nothing to say, I didn’t know where she went either. I guess it was at the beginning of my junior year, around the time I started hanging out with Jess, that she started slipping away. I started cutting classes to go to the beach, sneaking out at night to hangout downtown, and basically giving up on all the things I had once devoted so much time to… like my grades and the volleyball team and my annoyingly perfect group of friends that I had been hanging out with since kindergarten. “I’m sick of dealing with all of this! Just go to your room! We’ll discuss your punishment when your father wakes up.”I looked at the ground and walked to my room, trying to hold back the smile that crept up every time I thought about the night before. I kicked off my Steve Madden sandals, shut my blinds, climbed into bed, and quickly fell asleep.A couple hours later, I heard a knock on my door. “Rachel, it’s your Dad, we need to have a talk.”I rubbed my eyes; I was exhausted had a little bit of a hangover. I looked at the clock, 10:30 am. I kicked the covers off, rolled out of bed, and walked down the hall towards the living room where my mother was sitting on the couch. She had obviously been crying and my Dad looked more disappointed than I had ever seen him.“Rachel, we just don’t know what to do with you anymore. Ever since you met this Jess girl, you’ve been getting into more and more trouble. We won’t tolerate it any longer,” said my Dad in his sternest voice. Yeah, I’ve heard that before, I thought, figuring my life would go back to normal in a week or two, once I figured out how to stop getting caught.“Which is why we have decided to send you to Connecticut to live with your Aunt Mary-Clo,” he finished.“WHAT? Crazy-Clo? The one who lives on a farm? You have got to be kidding me!” I cried.“Don’t call her that!” said my mother.“You guys always call her that!” I retorted.“Enough. We think what you need is a breath of fresh air and few weeks without Jess’s influence. When we called your aunt this morning, she said she would be more than willing to have you for the rest of the summer.”“But…” I began, but my dad cut me off.“The discussion is over, and we have already made the decision. We booked the next direct flight, which leaves at six o’clock tonight, so you better start packing.”“You can’t do this to me!” I yelled.My mom looked up at me and said, “It’s the only thing left to do, Rachel.”
A: Your spelling, grammar, and capitalization need quite a lot of work. You have several run-on sentences in there. And the basic idea is unoriginal. You’ll have to have a pretty good twist at the end to make up for that.But it’s pretty good. 🙂
Harry Potter Innuendos?
Q: * What d’you mean, I’m not brave in bed?” said Harry, completely nonplussed. * “…I know you did Mark Evans two nights ago –“”He was asking for it,” snarled Dudley. *”I heard you last night,” said Dudley breathlessly. “Talking in your sleep. Moaning.” *”Ah well…wand still in your jeans?” *”JUST BECAUSE YOU’RE ALLOWED TO USE MAGIC NOW YOU DON’T HAVE TO WHIP YOUR WAND OUT FOR EVERY TINY LITTLE THING!” * “You two just Apparated on my knees!””Yeah, well, it’s harder in the dark –” * “There was a groan of bedsprings, and Harry’s mattress descended a few inches as George sat down near his feet.”So, got there yet?” said George eagerly. * “…screwing up her eyes each time with the same pained expression she had worn back in Harry’s bedroom.” * “Ron was lying sprawled on his back with his mouth wide open.” * “Quite astonishing, the way you contrive to wriggle out of very tight holes.” * “Or any part of your body, really, we’re not fussy where we stick this.” * “…when it appears, it is always equipped for the seeker’s needs. Dobby has used it, sir,” said the elf, dropping his voice and looking guilty, “when Winky has been very drunk.” * “She’s somethin’ when she’s roused, Olympe…fiery, you know…’spect it’s the French in her…” * “He was rather taller than Snape, who, Harry noticed, had balled his fist in the pocket of his cloak over what Harry was sure was the handle of his wand.” * “Stand up and take out your wand, Potter.” * “I thought not,” said Snape, watching him closely. “You let me get in too far. You lost control.” * “Manners, Potter,” said Snape dangerously. “Now, I want you to close your eyes.” Harry threw him a filthy look before doing as he was told. He did not like the idea of standing there with his eyes shut while Snape faced him, carrying a wand. * “He was on all fours again on Snape’s office floor.” * “Ron wrenched the hangings apart, and Harry stared up at him in the moonlight, as he lay flat on his back.” * “Yeah, Montague tried to do us during break,” said George. “What do you mean, ‘tried’?” said Ron quickly.* “Well, we’ll soon find out, won’t we?” said Snape smoothly. “Wand out, Potter.” Harry moved into his usual position… * “But whether James really did take off Snape’s pants, Harry never found out.” * “…did things with a wand I’ve never seen before…” * “Sirius pushed his chair roughly aside and strode around the table towards Snape, whipping his wand out as he went; Snape whipped out his own.” * “Snape eyed Harry, tracing his mouth with one long, thin finger as he did so.” * “Well?” said Ron finally, looking up at Harry. “How was it?” Harry considered for a moment.”Wet.” He said truthfully. * “What did he do to you, Diddy?” Aunt Pentunia said in a quavering voice, now sponging sick from the front of Dudley’s leather jacket. “Was it– was it you-know-what, darling? Did he use– his thing?” * “He bit hard on his pillow, to stop himself from making a noise.” * “Running to Daddy now, are you? Is his ickle boxing champ frightened of nasty Harry’s wand?” * Harry snorted. He walked around the room again, looking anywhere but at Ron and Hermione. “So what have you two been doing if you’re not allowed in meetings?” he demanded. “You said you’d been busy.” * “Say hello to him [Hagrid] for us!” called Hermione, as Harry proceeded down the ward. “And ask him what’s happening about…about his little friend!” * “… every part of him screaming for release, Harry felt the creature use him again…” * “Fred and George were looking particularly annoyed; both were bandy-legged and winced with each movement…” * “Don’t put your wand there, boy!” roared Moody. * “He came last night, when you were in bed,” said Mr. Weasley. * “He let out a long, slow breath and stared up at the brilliant blue sky. Every day this summer had been the same: the tension, the expectation, the temporary relief, and then mounting tension again…and always, growing more insistent all the time, the question of why nothing had happened yet.” * “Anyway, its a nightmare of a year, the fifth,” said George. “If you care about exam results, anyway. Fred and I managed to keep our peckers up somehow.” * “He [Harry] tried to eat, but it was like chewing carpet.” * Put that away, will you?” said Sirius finally, as James made a fine catch and Wormtail let out a cheer. “Before Wormtail wets himself from excitement.” * “I see,” said Uncle Vernon, looking from his white-faced wife to Harry and hitching up his trousers. He seemed to be swelling… * “‘Don’t kill Cedric! Don’t kill Cedric!’ Who’s Cedric — your boyfriend?” * “Ha ha ha, Harry, look at it–” said Ron, watching it disgorge its gaudy innards. “Harry, come and touch it, bet it’s weird–“…”Harry, look what’s happen–no–no, I don’t like it–no, stop–stop–” * “Kreacher won’t *quite* as* “Kreacher won’t *quite* as devoted to him as to my mother, but I still caught him snogging a pair of my father’s old trousers last week.” * “One more lesson like that and I might just do a Weasley.” * “That was me,” he said. “I was slashed…” * “…which left Harry free to sit down on the grass between the beech and the bushes and watch the foursome under the tree.” * “Kreacher was disappearing through the door to the hall, looking back at them malevolently as he hitched up his loincloth…” * “Harry’s heart began to pump very fast indeed. Defence against external penetration?” * …She pressed hard on the top of his head. “Doesnt it ever lie flat?” she said desperately. Harry shook his head. * “Panting, Harry fell forwards over the hydrangea bush, straightened up and stared around. There were several faces peering trough various nearby windows. Harry stuffed his wand hastily back into his jeans and tried to look innocent.” * “He and all the other Wea
A: LMFAO THAT IS THE FUNNIEST THING I HAVE EVER SEEN. especially what with every time ‘wand’ appears..that is incredibly sexual..you’re kind of a pervert if you got that out of children’s books. but i’m glad because i swear i almost p*ssed myself
I would like some constructive critiscism of this, its the beginning of a novel i am attempting to write?
Q: Jaina Selby-Rowez. Yes my name is weird, but does that explain why everyone always looks at me strange when they hear it? No, it’s because of “the other things”. The things I don’t know, things about my family. Things about certain people in my family, that, sometimes, it seems everyone except for me knows. This story is about how I came to find out the truth, the truth about Sarin.*******The sweet scent of honey suckle overwhelmed the air, my ears filled with the soft buzzing of the bees that swam in the sea of flowers spilling over the old, crumbling wall. The biggest, tallest wall I’d ever seen in my life. Ancient and beautiful, it was a known landmark to those of the EverCity, I’d always lived in the city which was more of a town, but it was as enchanting as the name. I knew the “city” well, I knew many of the people, I knew its history, but I never felt that I was a part of it. I never felt connected, I never felt belonging. On place I always felt at home was the wall, surrounded by people or utterly, completely alone. The wall was significant and the memories even more so. The wall wasn’t just beautiful, it was significant, for it had been Sarins’ favourite and that was the only information of her that I heard. The EverCity is full of superstitious people and Sarin was the centre of many superstitions. The wall was built to keep her from the world, from the EverCity. “Fantasising about the Black Cat?” inquired a voice behind me, an unfamiliar voice. I shuddered, what was he talking about? “Huh?” I turned and was annoyed to see that the man, whoever he was, looked pleased. “The Black Cat, she was crazy you know, and so I thought that you being you, next this wall, would be thinking about her.” I raised an eyebrow, this man, about my fathers age, was only raising more questions. Who on earth was this black cat? I felt like I should know but I couldn’t piece the puzzle, though the few pieces seemed painfully obvious, but what about them was obvious I was unsure. “You don’t talk much do you?” he began “So much like your father, he’s always been that way, ever since we were much younger, well, I was much younger, he never seemed to be much younger, not for a long time.” I could make sense of that. My dad, and me alike, were immortals, so was my mum, their parents, and practically everyone in my family. “Yeah, I get that, everyone seems to know my dad, or my mum, or someone or other. I don’t know how they manage to meet so many people.” I yawned. He understood. “Your dad was my parents friend, and my grandparents before them, and I’m not sure how far back my family and him go.” I don’t really like this guy, he talks a lot and seems to really revere my dad. I’m sick of people talking to me about my dad like he’s awesome, people talk about my mum a lot too. She’s not quite as old, he predates her by about a hundred years, and she’s not as tactful as my dad, people aren’t so interested in her. She’s very quiet, very much like me. I could see her, the other side of our yard, we were both thinking the same thing- why can’t they just leave us alone? All of dads friends try to make conversation with us try to make us feel involved. We don’t want to be involved. Peering over the mans’ shoulder I can see her give me an apologetic look. I realised that the man was still talking, lost deeply in his anecdotes of him and my father. “… and he-” “um yeah, about that, I have to go.” I said, and ran off quickly before he could say anymore. It wasn’t true that I had to go, but I really wanted to go and speak to my mum. Unfortunately my mum was talking to Tarien, she tries to convince people she can see the future, but she’s not an Oracle- like me- or a True-Born, the only proven Psychic beings in the world. Tarien seemed deep in some one-way conversation with my mum, who appeared to be sleepy with boredom.“And Anistra, you should see the future she holds, its terrible, almost as terrible as her past!” Tariens’ voice dropped to whisper with the last two words. “Ah I’m sure that Annie can see her future for herself.” Said a voice I knew- unfortunately it was the guy from over by the honeysuckle wall.“Anistra.” My mum corrected him coldly, I took it that she didn’t care much for my dads friend either, but I couldn’t help but wonder how he’d by passed me on my way to my mum. Still unnoticed I stood watching the adults, wondering who they could be talking about. “Who?” I asked, okay, you may not have realised, but I’m only twelve, physically, though really I’m over a hundred years old. Everyone wants to know where I get my mannerisms from. Then I introduce myself and they reply with a slightly disheartened “oh”.“Oh, no one, never mind Jaina.” Said Tarien franticly, I looked at my mum inquisitively but she shook her head. Disappointed I left them to talk about whoever it was they had been talking about. I wandered back towards the wall, wishing, not for the first time that night, that my dad hadn’
A: The first paragraph although I think has some nice description in it just isn’t attention holding enough for an opening. I would start rather with the dialogue: ‘Fantasising about the black cat?’… This makes me more curious as a reader and we’re thrown into the action more. But keep some of the descrip from first para and weave it in through the conversation.If you’re serious about writing, here are some books I recommend: (these are the “write great fiction” series)1) Plot and Structure- James Scott Bell2) Description and Setting – Ron Rozelle3) Characters, Emotion and Viewpoint – Nancy Kress4) Dialogue – KemptonI am a writer myself, and I have found these books extremely helpful. There are plenty of other books on the subjects, but I find these (for me) engaging to read.All the best 🙂
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