Lined Leather Coats

Writing a vampire novel how dose it sound to you?

Hi im currently writing a vampire novel/short story, this is the first chapter and i was wondering how it sounds. Let me know what you think any feed back would be great, sorry for any gramatical errors or spelling, tried to reiveiw the best i could and sorry its so long, thanks

The Forsaken: My Immortal

Shivering half to death I stood alone. The only thought that ran through my mind was that of revenge. My so-called, two best friends had left me stranded in the city with nothing but a couple of bucks to get home. Mel had gone off with the first sleaze ball that made eye contact with her and Jamie got completely wasted and disappeared with my purse, credit cards and all money. Except for the ten dollars I had at the time to buy myself another drink. So here I was, stranded on platform 17 at Central Station waiting for the midnight train to take me home. The truth really was that Mel and Jamie weren’t my best friends, they weren’t really even people I’d call friends. They just worked in the two cubicles next to mine and when they heard I got a promotion, it was just the right excuse for them to party with my money. After their constant nagging and begging my will succumbed to that of their mindless plans and here I ended up.

I was quite happy to celebrate my way; a hot cup of chocolate with extra marshmallows as my reward. Then I was going to snuggle into bed and watch the new movie remake of my favourite novel, “Pride and Prejudice”. Alas though my pride was broken as I pulled my jumper tighter around my waist and I let my long brown hair down to stop the wind chilling my neck. Prejudice however was an emotion only strengthened by the act of the two blonde bimbo’s who had got me stuck alone in this mess. If only I knew, I would have worn a nice warm pair of jeans and a thick woolly cardigan, rather than my favourite brown strapless dress that only ran a little pass my knees and only a thin black trench coat to cover my shoulders. I admit some blame can be passed to me as I did try to dress more attractive then practical. I was hoping to find someone tonight, that’s why I did try to dress up. I wouldn’t call myself a pretty gal, just your average height, brown eyes, and brown hair gal. Although I have been called pretty before and a fair share of men have asked me out, though I don’t really believe in going out with a guy unless there’s some sort of spark at first connection. Til this day I’ve never felt a spark so I’ve never been on a date. But now that I’m twenty-two and feeling rather lonely in my house, my theory has started to seem that much more flawed.

The next man I saw, there would be no spark, only screams. As I stood upon the station platform I realised I was not alone. I could heard footsteps, followed by the sound of jingling bells from the stairs under the adjacent platform, breaking the awkward silence I shared with myself. Then the figure of the man slowly revealed himself. He wore black pants, thick black boots and a thick buttoned up black leather jacket with spiked hair to match. His outfit was covered with metal chains and weirdly had small silver bells hanging from the chains. As it was weird I just shrugged it off as a strange new trend. I shrieked when our eyes met. He had realised I was watching him. His pupils were intensely dark green, unlike any I had ever seen before. He smirked, and then a train came roaring in through the station cutting our line of sight. This made me shriek even more. As I caught my breath the train finally passed through the station. Although my breath was lost again as I realised the man in black had disappeared and I was alone again on the station. Strange, my mind began to race as it was filled with fear as I worried about the stranger who was likely coming to rob me, only to find out I had nothing to rob!

My heart began to race as I conceived all the terrible things that could happen to me. While trying to take my mind off the imminent danger, my eye had caught the single standing vending machine at the end of the platform pressed against the walls surrounding the station. As I walked over to the vending machine, I noticed that one of the chocolate bars was just barely hanging on to the dispenser hook. A hard shake of the machine, and the bar was as good as mine.
I began shaking the machine vigorously, alas with no success. I then decided to bang the machine with my fist as hard as possible.
Bang…
Bang…
BANG, my head smashed against the glass, along with the rest of my body.
”You didn’t think I’d forgot about you, did you dearest?” the voice hissed.
I was pinned tightly against the vending machine. I tried to scream, but the attackers hand was griped to tight around my throat and air could barley pass through my lungs as blood poured down from the deep gash in my forehead onto my lips.
“Now don’t go leaking too much dear, I’m parched, and I wanna savour every drop!”
He leaned in closer and licked some of the blood trickling dow

Dose my novel starting sound okay?

Hi im currently writing a vampire novel/short story, this is the first chapter and i was wondering how it sounds. Let me know what you think any feed back would be great, sorry for any gramatical errors or spelling, tried to reiveiw the best i could and sorry its so long, thanks

The Forsaken: My Immortal

Shivering half to death I stood alone. The only thought that ran through my mind was that of revenge. My so-called, two best friends had left me stranded in the city with nothing but a couple of bucks to get home. Mel had gone off with the first sleaze ball that made eye contact with her and Jamie got completely wasted and disappeared with my purse, credit cards and all money. Except for the ten dollars I had at the time to buy myself another drink. So here I was, stranded on platform 17 at Central Station waiting for the midnight train to take me home. The truth really was that Mel and Jamie weren’t my best friends, they weren’t really even people I’d call friends. They just worked in the two cubicles next to mine and when they heard I got a promotion, it was just the right excuse for them to party with my money. After their constant nagging and begging my will succumbed to that of their mindless plans and here I ended up.

I was quite happy to celebrate my way; a hot cup of chocolate with extra marshmallows as my reward. Then I was going to snuggle into bed and watch the new movie remake of my favourite novel, “Pride and Prejudice”. Alas though my pride was broken as I pulled my jumper tighter around my waist and I let my long brown hair down to stop the wind chilling my neck. Prejudice however was an emotion only strengthened by the act of the two blonde bimbo’s who had got me stuck alone in this mess. If only I knew, I would have worn a nice warm pair of jeans and a thick woolly cardigan, rather than my favourite brown strapless dress that only ran a little pass my knees and only a thin black trench coat to cover my shoulders. I admit some blame can be passed to me as I did try to dress more attractive then practical. I was hoping to find someone tonight, that’s why I did try to dress up. I wouldn’t call myself a pretty gal, just your average height, brown eyes, and brown hair gal. Although I have been called pretty before and a fair share of men have asked me out, though I don’t really believe in going out with a guy unless there’s some sort of spark at first connection. Til this day I’ve never felt a spark so I’ve never been on a date. But now that I’m twenty-two and feeling rather lonely in my house, my theory has started to seem that much more flawed.

The next man I saw, there would be no spark, only screams. As I stood upon the station platform I realised I was not alone. I could heard footsteps, followed by the sound of jingling bells from the stairs under the adjacent platform, breaking the awkward silence I shared with myself. Then the figure of the man slowly revealed himself. He wore black pants, thick black boots and a thick buttoned up black leather jacket with spiked hair to match. His outfit was covered with metal chains and weirdly had small silver bells hanging from the chains. As it was weird I just shrugged it off as a strange new trend. I shrieked when our eyes met. He had realised I was watching him. His pupils were intensely dark green, unlike any I had ever seen before. He smirked, and then a train came roaring in through the station cutting our line of sight. This made me shriek even more. As I caught my breath the train finally passed through the station. Although my breath was lost again as I realised the man in black had disappeared and I was alone again on the station. Strange, my mind began to race as it was filled with fear as I worried about the stranger who was likely coming to rob me, only to find out I had nothing to rob!

My heart began to race as I conceived all the terrible things that could happen to me. While trying to take my mind off the imminent danger, my eye had caught the single standing vending machine at the end of the platform pressed against the walls surrounding the station. As I walked over to the vending machine, I noticed that one of the chocolate bars was just barely hanging on to the dispenser hook. A hard shake of the machine, and the bar was as good as mine.
I began shaking the machine vigorously, alas with no success. I then decided to bang the machine with my fist as hard as possible.
Bang…
Bang…
BANG, my head smashed against the glass, along with the rest of my body.
”You didn’t think I’d forgot about you, did you dearest?” the voice hissed.
I was pinned tightly against the vending machine. I tried to scream, but the attackers hand was griped to tight around my throat and air could barley pass through my lungs as blood poured down from the deep gash in my forehead onto my lips.
“Now don’t go leaking too much dear, I’m parched, and I wanna savour every drop!”
He leaned in closer and licked some of the blood trickling dow

What do you think of these?

A blonde went to the appliance store sale and found a bargain. “I would like to buy this TV,” she told the salesman.
“Sorry, we don’t sell to blondes,” he replied. She hurried home and dyed her hair, then came back and again told the salesman, “I would like to buy this TV.” “Sorry, we don’t sell to blondes,” he replied.
“Darn, he recognized me,” she thought. She went for a complete disguise this time; haircut and new color, new outfit, big sunglasses, then waited a few days before she again approached the salesman. “I would like to buy this TV.” “Sorry, we don’t sell to blondes,” he replied.
Frustrated, she exclaimed, “How do you know I’m a blonde?”
“Because that’s a microwave,” he replied.

A blonde and a brunette jump off a cliff at the same time. Which one will hit the bottom first?
The brunette, because the blonde has to ask for directions.

Two blondes were shopping at the mall. When they were done, they went out to their car, which happened to be an awesome leather-interior convertible, but they realized they had locked the keys in the car. So they both kind of stood there and thought for a while.
Then one of the girls had the bright idea to try to open the car with a coat hanger, so she started fiddling with the lock. The other blonde looked up at the sky, became very worried, and pleaded,
“HURRY, HURRY, IT’S GOING TO RAIN AND WE LEFT THE TOP DOWN!”

Three blondes were taking a walk in the country when they came upon a line of tracks. The first blonde said, “Those must be deer tracks!”
The second blonde said, “No, stupid, anyone can tell those are rabbit tracks!” The third blondie said, “No, you idiots, those are horse tracks!”
They where still arguing ten minutes later when a train hit them.

There was a blonde driving down the road one day. She glanced to her right and noticed another blonde sitting in a nearby field, rowing a boat with no water in sight.The blonde angrily pulled her car over and yelled at the rowing blonde, “What do you think you’re doing? It’s things like this that give us blondes a bad name. If I could swim, I’d come out there and kick your butt!”

How much does dry cleaning cost for a jacket in California?

My son bought a nice Chicago Bulls jacket off another kid, cheap ($50). It’s in very good condition, a few years old, perfect color, but it’s slightly dirty. It’s cloth, with no tag indicating material type. I think it’s an XXL, thick,100% cotton shell, with a polyester lining. It has a lot of nice embroidered lettering and logos on the front, back and on the sleeves. It looks like about a $150 to $200 jacket. It’s not heavily soiled at all. How much would it cost to dry clean? I’m a blue collar type guy and I haven’t owned a sport coat in over ten years. My ex wife would have a couple of my jackets cleaned with her stuff and I never really knew how much she spent. She couldn’t even run to Target for some make-up or a couple houseplants, without spending $100 dollars, so I stopped asking how much some things cost. I used to call every place she shopped the “Hundred Dollar Store”. Ha ha! I told my son it might cost him $10 to $20, but I have no clue. It is absolutely not suede or leather, satin or velvet
It has no major stains that I could easily see

How do I make fabric more Durable?

I play goalie (for in-line hockey), and the insides of my pads are getting beat up, so far I have been able to repair them by stitching up the holes, however, that will only last for so long. Is there any sort of coating I can put on the nylon to make it more durable? I’m trying to think outside the box here to products that may not be intended for that purpose, but could work for it (such as concrete sealant or spray on bed liners for trucks)? The inside of the pads are made of Nylon, the fronts are made of synthetic leather (which is fine for the most part)
Just for some extra details, I need something that can be applied on, preferably in a liquid or gel form, it would be far too time consuming to sew on a new cover for them. It needs to be strong, but somewhat flexible. If it hardens into a solid sheet, it can’t break

Dose my story sound okay?

Hi im currently writing a vampire novel/short story, this is the first chapter and i was wondering how it sounds. Let me know what you think any feed back would be great, sorry for any gramatical errors or spelling, tried to reiveiw the best i could and sorry its so long, thanks

The Forsaken: My Immortal

Shivering half to death I stood alone. The only thought that ran through my mind was that of revenge. My so-called, two best friends had left me stranded in the city with nothing but a couple of bucks to get home. Mel had gone off with the first sleaze ball that made eye contact with her and Jamie got completely wasted and disappeared with my purse, credit cards and all money. Except for the ten dollars I had at the time to buy myself another drink. So here I was, stranded on platform 17 at Central Station waiting for the midnight train to take me home. The truth really was that Mel and Jamie weren’t my best friends, they weren’t really even people I’d call friends. They just worked in the two cubicles next to mine and when they heard I got a promotion, it was just the right excuse for them to party with my money. After their constant nagging and begging my will succumbed to that of their mindless plans and here I ended up.

I was quite happy to celebrate my way; a hot cup of chocolate with extra marshmallows as my reward. Then I was going to snuggle into bed and watch the new movie remake of my favourite novel, “Pride and Prejudice”. Alas though my pride was broken as I pulled my jumper tighter around my waist and I let my long brown hair down to stop the wind chilling my neck. Prejudice however was an emotion only strengthened by the act of the two blonde bimbo’s who had got me stuck alone in this mess. If only I knew, I would have worn a nice warm pair of jeans and a thick woolly cardigan, rather than my favourite brown strapless dress that only ran a little pass my knees and only a thin black trench coat to cover my shoulders. I admit some blame can be passed to me as I did try to dress more attractive then practical. I was hoping to find someone tonight, that’s why I did try to dress up. I wouldn’t call myself a pretty gal, just your average height, brown eyes, and brown hair gal. Although I have been called pretty before and a fair share of men have asked me out, though I don’t really believe in going out with a guy unless there’s some sort of spark at first connection. Til this day I’ve never felt a spark so I’ve never been on a date. But now that I’m twenty-two and feeling rather lonely in my house, my theory has started to seem that much more flawed.

The next man I saw, there would be no spark, only screams. As I stood upon the station platform I realised I was not alone. I could heard footsteps, followed by the sound of jingling bells from the stairs under the adjacent platform, breaking the awkward silence I shared with myself. Then the figure of the man slowly revealed himself. He wore black pants, thick black boots and a thick buttoned up black leather jacket with spiked hair to match. His outfit was covered with metal chains and weirdly had small silver bells hanging from the chains. As it was weird I just shrugged it off as a strange new trend. I shrieked when our eyes met. He had realised I was watching him. His pupils were intensely dark green, unlike any I had ever seen before. He smirked, and then a train came roaring in through the station cutting our line of sight. This made me shriek even more. As I caught my breath the train finally passed through the station. Although my breath was lost again as I realised the man in black had disappeared and I was alone again on the station. Strange, my mind began to race as it was filled with fear as I worried about the stranger who was likely coming to rob me, only to find out I had nothing to rob!

My heart began to race as I conceived all the terrible things that could happen to me. While trying to take my mind off the imminent danger, my eye had caught the single standing vending machine at the end of the platform pressed against the walls surrounding the station. As I walked over to the vending machine, I noticed that one of the chocolate bars was just barely hanging on to the dispenser hook. A hard shake of the machine, and the bar was as good as mine.
I began shaking the machine vigorously, alas with no success. I then decided to bang the machine with my fist as hard as possible.
Bang…
Bang…
BANG, my head smashed against the glass, along with the rest of my body.
”You didn’t think I’d forgot about you, did you dearest?” the voice hissed.
I was pinned tightly against the vending machine. I tried to scream, but the attackers hand was griped to tight around my throat and air could barley pass through my lungs as blood poured down from the deep gash in my forehead onto my lips.
“Now don’t go leaking too much dear, I’m parched, and I wanna savour every drop!”
He leaned in closer and licked some of the blood trickling dow

How dose my story sound?

Hi writing a short story this is the starting prequel tell me what u think sorry for grammatical errors etc.

The Forsaken

Shivering half to death I stood alone. The only thought that ran through my mind was that of revenge. My so-called, two best friends had left me stranded in the city with nothing but a couple of bucks to get home. Mel had gone off with the first sleaze ball that made eye contact with her and Jamie got completely wasted and disappeared with my purse, credit cards and all money. Except for the ten dollars I had at the time to buy myself another drink. So here I was, stranded on platform 17 at Central Station waiting for the midnight train to take me home. The truth really was that Mel and Jamie weren’t my best friends, they weren’t really even people I’d call friends. They just worked in the two cubicles next to mine and when they heard I got a promotion, it was just the right excuse for them to party with my money. After their constant nagging and begging my will succumbed to that of their mindless plans and here I ended up.

I was quite happy to celebrate my way; a hot cup of chocolate with extra marshmallows as my reward. Then I was going to snuggle into bed and watch the new movie remake of my favourite novel, “Pride and Prejudice”. Alas though my pride was broken as I pulled my jumper tighter around my waist and I let my long brown hair down to stop the wind chilling my neck. Prejudice however was an emotion only strengthened by the act of the two blonde bimbo’s who had got me stuck alone in this mess. If only I knew, I would have worn a nice warm pair of jeans and a thick woolly cardigan, rather than my favourite brown strapless dress that only ran a little pass my knees and only a thin black trench coat to cover my shoulders. I admit some blame can be passed to me as I did try to dress more attractive then practical. I was hoping to find someone tonight, that’s why I did try to dress up. I wouldn’t call myself a pretty gal, just your average height, brown eyes, and brown hair gal. Although I have been called pretty before and a fair share of men have asked me out, though I don’t really believe in going out with a guy unless there’s some sort of spark at first connection. Til this day I’ve never felt a spark so I’ve never been on a date. But now that I’m twenty-two and feeling rather lonely in my house, my theory has started to seem that much more flawed.

The next man I saw, there would be no spark, only screams. As I stood upon the station platform I realised I was not alone. I could heard footsteps, followed by the sound of jingling bells from the stairs under the adjacent platform, breaking the awkward silence I shared with myself. Then the figure of the man slowly revealed himself. He wore black pants, thick black boots and a thick buttoned up black leather jacket with spiked hair to match. His outfit was covered with metal chains and weirdly had small silver bells hanging from the chains. As it was weird I just shrugged it off as a strange new trend. I shrieked when our eyes met. He had realised I was watching him. His pupils were intensely dark green, unlike any I had ever seen before. He smirked, and then a train came roaring in through the station cutting our line of sight. This made me shriek even more. As I caught my breath the train finally passed through the station. Although my breath was lost again as I realised the man in black had disappeared and I was alone again on the station. Strange, my mind began to race as it was filled with fear as I worried about the stranger who was likely coming to rob me, only to find out I had nothing to rob!

My heart began to race as I conceived all the terrible things that could happen to me. While trying to take my mind off the imminent danger, my eye had caught the single standing vending machine at the end of the platform pressed against the walls surrounding the station. As I walked over to the vending machine, I noticed that one of the chocolate bars was just barely hanging on to the dispenser hook. A hard shake of the machine, and the bar was as good as mine.
I began shaking the machine vigorously, alas with no success. I then decided to bang the machine with my fist as hard as possible.
Bang…
Bang…
BANG, my head smashed against the glass, along with the rest of my body.
”You didn’t think I’d forgot about you, did you dearest?” the voice hissed.
I was pinned tightly against the vending machine. I tried to scream, but the attackers hand was griped to tight around my throat and air could barley pass through my lungs as blood poured down from the deep gash in my forehead onto my lips.