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I was woken up by the sudden sharp pain๏ผŒI was dragging me out of bed. He pulled me like I was a doll as he made his way down the stairs, I try to get my body to do what it needs to do to get some kind of footing. That proves to be impossible and I feel myself hitting on the way down. " Ember," he growls " Can you do anything right?" It is not a question he is seeking an answer for we both know the answer. It's no. What have I done wrong now? I find out very soon, he now grabs me forcing me to look at the sink in the kitchen. There is his dinner plate and fork sitting there. Not this again. " You didn't clean up your mess and you think you can just go to sleep? That is not how things are done in my house!" Those aren't my dishes. He must have came home late, ate and put them there. Dad drinks a lot. When he comes home from the bar he eats and forgets that he put dishes in the sink after I have already gone to bed.I don't say any of what I think if I did what coming next would be worse. I became dizzy falling to my knees. His eyes turn all black and I know now I am in real trouble. I somehow manage to cover my head before the blows of his foot come down hard and fast. I don't know how long he will do this to me. I want to scream to cry out from all the pain, but I can't. If I do and I wake someone up, if someone hears and finds out, that is something that just can't happen. No one can know what goes on in these four walls. After he feels I have been 'punished' enough he pulls my hair back making sure I am paying attention to him. " Clean up this mess and get you away from me." He then makes himself another drink, leaves the room and goes to watch television. I wash the plate and head up stairs. I try to lay down but no matter which way I do all I feel is pain. It's 4:45 am now and I might as well get ready for school. I open the door to my room to hear dad snoring. Good he is sleeping. I get my clothes and head to the bathroom. It turns on the shower and undresses while it warms up. Once I step into the hot water I watch the water becoming red and get swept down the drain, like it is being erased. If only the water could also erase the pain. I get out when the water starts to run cold. I take a good hard look in the mirror. Most of my body is blue and black. Being a werewolf can heal faster than humans, but mine can not heal. I look at my face and see my eyes become blacken and swollen. Great. Dad normally tries to avoid my face. I try to cover it with concealer. Even with makeup on I can't be pretty. Even if I took the time to do it. As my dad and his friends like to remind me, there is no way to fix that. I need to get out of here before he wakes up or he will lock me away till my face is healed and since I can't eat at home it could take even longer. I grab my hoodie, phone and bag and walk out the door to make the six mile trip to school. The October weather is perfect for the walk. It is cool but not cold. The leaves have started changing and falling. I put my headphones in and start scrolling through my music to find something to listen to. When I can't decide I put shuffle on and let fate decide, music is the only thing I will let fate pick for me. Broken Home comes on, how ironic. At least I will have some peace today. I pull my hood up and start along my walk. *Ember* As I walk to school I start to think back over the last few years of my life. Dad left our pack, the pack I was born into where I had friends, where I had family. We left because he couldn't risk Alpha John finding out what he had done, what he was currently doing. It was bad enough Alpha John was starting to realize the heavy drinking, dad kept it together pretty well until the drinking started getting to his brain and while he had mom around to help make excuses for him. Once she was gone things got worse, real fast. I still remember that terrible night. The night mom died. She had an idea something was going on when I started to act different.I blame myself. I should have been better at pretending that I was fine. Maybe she would not have c
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I was woken up by the sudden sharp pain๏ผŒI was dragging me out of bed. He pulled me like I was a doll as he made his way down the stairs, I try to get my body to do what it needs to do to get some kind of footing. That proves to be impossible and I feel myself hitting on the way down. " Ember," he growls " Can you do anything right?" It is not a question he is seeking an answer for we both know the answer. It's no. What have I done wrong now? I find out very soon, he now grabs me forcing me to look at the sink in the kitchen. There is his dinner plate and fork sitting there. Not this again. " You didn't clean up your mess and you think you can just go to sleep? That is not how things are done in my house!" Those aren't my dishes. He must have came home late, ate and put them there. Dad drinks a lot. When he comes home from the bar he eats and forgets that he put dishes in the sink after I have already gone to bed.I don't say any of what I think if I did what coming next would be worse. I became dizzy falling to my knees. His eyes turn all black and I know now I am in real trouble. I somehow manage to cover my head before the blows of his foot come down hard and fast. I don't know how long he will do this to me. I want to scream to cry out from all the pain, but I can't. If I do and I wake someone up, if someone hears and finds out, that is something that just can't happen. No one can know what goes on in these four walls. After he feels I have been 'punished' enough he pulls my hair back making sure I am paying attention to him. " Clean up this mess and get you away from me." He then makes himself another drink, leaves the room and goes to watch television. I wash the plate and head up stairs. I try to lay down but no matter which way I do all I feel is pain. It's 4:45 am now and I might as well get ready for school. I open the door to my room to hear dad snoring. Good he is sleeping. I get my clothes and head to the bathroom. It turns on the shower and undresses while it warms up. Once I step into the hot water I watch the water becoming red and get swept down the drain, like it is being erased. If only the water could also erase the pain. I get out when the water starts to run cold. I take a good hard look in the mirror. Most of my body is blue and black. Being a werewolf can heal faster than humans, but mine can not heal. I look at my face and see my eyes become blacken and swollen. Great. Dad normally tries to avoid my face. I try to cover it with concealer. Even with makeup on I can't be pretty. Even if I took the time to do it. As my dad and his friends like to remind me, there is no way to fix that. I need to get out of here before he wakes up or he will lock me away till my face is healed and since I can't eat at home it could take even longer. I grab my hoodie, phone and bag and walk out the door to make the six mile trip to school. The October weather is perfect for the walk. It is cool but not cold. The leaves have started changing and falling. I put my headphones in and start scrolling through my music to find something to listen to. When I can't decide I put shuffle on and let fate decide, music is the only thing I will let fate pick for me. Broken Home comes on, how ironic. At least I will have some peace today. I pull my hood up and start along my walk. *Ember* As I walk to school I start to think back over the last few years of my life. Dad left our pack, the pack I was born into where I had friends, where I had family. We left because he couldn't risk Alpha John finding out what he had done, what he was currently doing. It was bad enough Alpha John was starting to realize the heavy drinking, dad kept it together pretty well until the drinking started getting to his brain and while he had mom around to help make excuses for him. Once she was gone things got worse, real fast. I still remember that terrible night. The night mom died. She had an idea something was going on when I started to act different.I blame myself. I should have been better at pretending that I was fine. Maybe she would not have c
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I was woken up by the sudden sharp pain๏ผŒI was dragging me out of bed. He pulled me like I was a doll as he made his way down the stairs, I try to get my body to do what it needs to do to get some kind of footing. That proves to be impossible and I feel myself hitting on the way down. " Ember," he growls " Can you do anything right?" It is not a question he is seeking an answer for we both know the answer. It's no. What have I done wrong now? I find out very soon, he now grabs me forcing me to look at the sink in the kitchen. There is his dinner plate and fork sitting there. Not this again. " You didn't clean up your mess and you think you can just go to sleep? That is not how things are done in my house!" Those aren't my dishes. He must have came home late, ate and put them there. Dad drinks a lot. When he comes home from the bar he eats and forgets that he put dishes in the sink after I have already gone to bed.I don't say any of what I think if I did what coming next would be worse. I became dizzy falling to my knees. His eyes turn all black and I know now I am in real trouble. I somehow manage to cover my head before the blows of his foot come down hard and fast. I don't know how long he will do this to me. I want to scream to cry out from all the pain, but I can't. If I do and I wake someone up, if someone hears and finds out, that is something that just can't happen. No one can know what goes on in these four walls. After he feels I have been 'punished' enough he pulls my hair back making sure I am paying attention to him. " Clean up this mess and get you away from me." He then makes himself another drink, leaves the room and goes to watch television. I wash the plate and head up stairs. I try to lay down but no matter which way I do all I feel is pain. It's 4:45 am now and I might as well get ready for school. I open the door to my room to hear dad snoring. Good he is sleeping. I get my clothes and head to the bathroom. It turns on the shower and undresses while it warms up. Once I step into the hot water I watch the water becoming red and get swept down the drain, like it is being erased. If only the water could also erase the pain. I get out when the water starts to run cold. I take a good hard look in the mirror. Most of my body is blue and black. Being a werewolf can heal faster than humans, but mine can not heal. I look at my face and see my eyes become blacken and swollen. Great. Dad normally tries to avoid my face. I try to cover it with concealer. Even with makeup on I can't be pretty. Even if I took the time to do it. As my dad and his friends like to remind me, there is no way to fix that. I need to get out of here before he wakes up or he will lock me away till my face is healed and since I can't eat at home it could take even longer. I grab my hoodie, phone and bag and walk out the door to make the six mile trip to school. The October weather is perfect for the walk. It is cool but not cold. The leaves have started changing and falling. I put my headphones in and start scrolling through my music to find something to listen to. When I can't decide I put shuffle on and let fate decide, music is the only thing I will let fate pick for me. Broken Home comes on, how ironic. At least I will have some peace today. I pull my hood up and start along my walk. *Ember* As I walk to school I start to think back over the last few years of my life. Dad left our pack, the pack I was born into where I had friends, where I had family. We left because he couldn't risk Alpha John finding out what he had done, what he was currently doing. It was bad enough Alpha John was starting to realize the heavy drinking, dad kept it together pretty well until the drinking started getting to his brain and while he had mom around to help make excuses for him. Once she was gone things got worse, real fast. I still remember that terrible night. The night mom died. She had an idea something was going on when I started to act different.I blame myself. I should have been better at pretending that I was fine. Maybe she would not have c
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I was woken up by the sudden sharp pain๏ผŒI was dragging me out of bed. He pulled me like I was a doll as he made his way down the stairs, I try to get my body to do what it needs to do to get some kind of footing. That proves to be impossible and I feel myself hitting on the way down. " Ember," he growls " Can you do anything right?" It is not a question he is seeking an answer for we both know the answer. It's no. What have I done wrong now? I find out very soon, he now grabs me forcing me to look at the sink in the kitchen. There is his dinner plate and fork sitting there. Not this again. " You didn't clean up your mess and you think you can just go to sleep? That is not how things are done in my house!" Those aren't my dishes. He must have came home late, ate and put them there. Dad drinks a lot. When he comes home from the bar he eats and forgets that he put dishes in the sink after I have already gone to bed.I don't say any of what I think if I did what coming next would be worse. I became dizzy falling to my knees. His eyes turn all black and I know now I am in real trouble. I somehow manage to cover my head before the blows of his foot come down hard and fast. I don't know how long he will do this to me. I want to scream to cry out from all the pain, but I can't. If I do and I wake someone up, if someone hears and finds out, that is something that just can't happen. No one can know what goes on in these four walls. After he feels I have been 'punished' enough he pulls my hair back making sure I am paying attention to him. " Clean up this mess and get you away from me." He then makes himself another drink, leaves the room and goes to watch television. I wash the plate and head up stairs. I try to lay down but no matter which way I do all I feel is pain. It's 4:45 am now and I might as well get ready for school. I open the door to my room to hear dad snoring. Good he is sleeping. I get my clothes and head to the bathroom. It turns on the shower and undresses while it warms up. Once I step into the hot water I watch the water becoming red and get swept down the drain, like it is being erased. If only the water could also erase the pain. I get out when the water starts to run cold. I take a good hard look in the mirror. Most of my body is blue and black. Being a werewolf can heal faster than humans, but mine can not heal. I look at my face and see my eyes become blacken and swollen. Great. Dad normally tries to avoid my face. I try to cover it with concealer. Even with makeup on I can't be pretty. Even if I took the time to do it. As my dad and his friends like to remind me, there is no way to fix that. I need to get out of here before he wakes up or he will lock me away till my face is healed and since I can't eat at home it could take even longer. I grab my hoodie, phone and bag and walk out the door to make the six mile trip to school. The October weather is perfect for the walk. It is cool but not cold. The leaves have started changing and falling. I put my headphones in and start scrolling through my music to find something to listen to. When I can't decide I put shuffle on and let fate decide, music is the only thing I will let fate pick for me. Broken Home comes on, how ironic. At least I will have some peace today. I pull my hood up and start along my walk. *Ember* As I walk to school I start to think back over the last few years of my life. Dad left our pack, the pack I was born into where I had friends, where I had family. We left because he couldn't risk Alpha John finding out what he had done, what he was currently doing. It was bad enough Alpha John was starting to realize the heavy drinking, dad kept it together pretty well until the drinking started getting to his brain and while he had mom around to help make excuses for him. Once she was gone things got worse, real fast. I still remember that terrible night. The night mom died. She had an idea something was going on when I started to act different.I blame myself. I should have been better at pretending that I was fine. Maybe she would not have c
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I was woken up by the sudden sharp pain๏ผŒI was dragging me out of bed. He pulled me like I was a doll as he made his way down the stairs, I try to get my body to do what it needs to do to get some kind of footing. That proves to be impossible and I feel myself hitting on the way down. " Ember," he growls " Can you do anything right?" It is not a question he is seeking an answer for we both know the answer. It's no. What have I done wrong now? I find out very soon, he now grabs me forcing me to look at the sink in the kitchen. There is his dinner plate and fork sitting there. Not this again. " You didn't clean up your mess and you think you can just go to sleep? That is not how things are done in my house!" Those aren't my dishes. He must have came home late, ate and put them there. Dad drinks a lot. When he comes home from the bar he eats and forgets that he put dishes in the sink after I have already gone to bed.I don't say any of what I think if I did what coming next would be worse. I became dizzy falling to my knees. His eyes turn all black and I know now I am in real trouble. I somehow manage to cover my head before the blows of his foot come down hard and fast. I don't know how long he will do this to me. I want to scream to cry out from all the pain, but I can't. If I do and I wake someone up, if someone hears and finds out, that is something that just can't happen. No one can know what goes on in these four walls. After he feels I have been 'punished' enough he pulls my hair back making sure I am paying attention to him. " Clean up this mess and get you away from me." He then makes himself another drink, leaves the room and goes to watch television. I wash the plate and head up stairs. I try to lay down but no matter which way I do all I feel is pain. It's 4:45 am now and I might as well get ready for school. I open the door to my room to hear dad snoring. Good he is sleeping. I get my clothes and head to the bathroom. It turns on the shower and undresses while it warms up. Once I step into the hot water I watch the water becoming red and get swept down the drain, like it is being erased. If only the water could also erase the pain. I get out when the water starts to run cold. I take a good hard look in the mirror. Most of my body is blue and black. Being a werewolf can heal faster than humans, but mine can not heal. I look at my face and see my eyes become blacken and swollen. Great. Dad normally tries to avoid my face. I try to cover it with concealer. Even with makeup on I can't be pretty. Even if I took the time to do it. As my dad and his friends like to remind me, there is no way to fix that. I need to get out of here before he wakes up or he will lock me away till my face is healed and since I can't eat at home it could take even longer. I grab my hoodie, phone and bag and walk out the door to make the six mile trip to school. The October weather is perfect for the walk. It is cool but not cold. The leaves have started changing and falling. I put my headphones in and start scrolling through my music to find something to listen to. When I can't decide I put shuffle on and let fate decide, music is the only thing I will let fate pick for me. Broken Home comes on, how ironic. At least I will have some peace today. I pull my hood up and start along my walk. *Ember* As I walk to school I start to think back over the last few years of my life. Dad left our pack, the pack I was born into where I had friends, where I had family. We left because he couldn't risk Alpha John finding out what he had done, what he was currently doing. It was bad enough Alpha John was starting to realize the heavy drinking, dad kept it together pretty well until the drinking started getting to his brain and while he had mom around to help make excuses for him. Once she was gone things got worse, real fast. I still remember that terrible night. The night mom died. She had an idea something was going on when I started to act different.I blame myself. I should have been better at pretending that I was fine. Maybe she would not have c
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I was woken up by the sudden sharp pain๏ผŒI was dragging me out of bed. He pulled me like I was a doll as he made his way down the stairs, I try to get my body to do what it needs to do to get some kind of footing. That proves to be impossible and I feel myself hitting on the way down. "" Ember,"" he growls "" Can you do anything right?"" It is not a question he is seeking an answer for we both know the answer. It's no. What have I done wrong now? I find out very soon, he now grabs me forcing me to look at the sink in the kitchen. There is his dinner plate and fork sitting there. Not this again. "" You didn't clean up your mess and you think you can just go to sleep? That is not how things are done in my house!"" Those aren't my dishes. He must have came home late, ate and put them there. Dad drinks a lot. When he comes home from the bar he eats and forgets that he put dishes in the sink after I have already gone to bed.I don't say any of what I think if I did what coming next would be worse. I became dizzy falling to my knees. His eyes turn all black and I know now I am in real trouble. I somehow manage to cover my head before the blows of his foot come down hard and fast. I don't know how long he will do this to me. I want to scream to cry out from all the pain, but I can't. If I do and I wake someone up, if someone hears and finds out, that is something that just can't happen. No one can know what goes on in these four walls. After he feels I have been 'punished' enough he pulls my hair back making sure I am paying attention to him. "" Clean up this mess and get you away from me."" He then makes himself another drink, leaves the room and goes to watch television. I wash the plate and head up stairs. I try to lay down but no matter which way I do all I feel is pain. It's 4:45 am now and I might as well get ready for school. I open the door to my room to hear dad snoring. Good he is sleeping. I get my clothes and head to the bathroom. It turns on the shower and undresses while it warms up. Once I step into the hot water I watch the water becoming red and get swept down the drain, like it is being erased. If only the water could also erase the pain. I get out when the water starts to run cold. I take a good hard look in the mirror. Most of my body is blue and black. Being a werewolf can heal faster than humans, but mine can not heal. I look at my face and see my eyes become blacken and swollen. Great. Dad normally tries to avoid my face. I try to cover it with concealer. Even with makeup on I can't be pretty. Even if I took the time to do it. As my dad and his friends like to remind me, there is no way to fix that. I need to get out of here before he wakes up or he will lock me away till my face is healed and since I can't eat at home it could take even longer. I grab my hoodie, phone and bag and walk out the door to make the six mile trip to school. The October weather is perfect for the walk. It is cool but not cold. The leaves have started changing and falling. I put my headphones in and start scrolling through my music to find something to listen to. When I can't decide I put shuffle on and let fate decide, music is the only thing I will let fate pick for me. Broken Home comes on, how ironic. At least I will have some peace today. I pull my hood up and start along my walk." "*Ember* As I walk to school I start to think back over the last few years of my life. Dad left our pack, the pack I was born into where I had friends, where I had family. We left because he couldn't risk Alpha John finding out what he had done, what he was currently doing. It was bad enough Alpha John was starting to realize the heavy drinking, dad kept it together pretty well until the drinking started getting to his brain and while he had mom around to help make excuses for him. Once she was gone things got worse, real fast. I still remember that terrible night. The night mom died. She had an idea something was going on when I started to act different.I blame myself. I should have been better at pretending that I was fine. Maybe she
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I was woken up by the sudden sharp pain๏ผŒI was dragging me out of bed. He pulled me like I was a doll as he made his way down the stairs, I try to get my body to do what it needs to do to get some kind of footing. That proves to be impossible and I feel myself hitting on the way down. " Ember," he growls " Can you do anything right?" It is not a question he is seeking an answer for we both know the answer. It's no. What have I done wrong now? I find out very soon, he now grabs me forcing me to look at the sink in the kitchen. There is his dinner plate and fork sitting there. Not this again. " You didn't clean up your mess and you think you can just go to sleep? That is not how things are done in my house!" Those aren't my dishes. He must have came home late, ate and put them there. Dad drinks a lot. When he comes home from the bar he eats and forgets that he put dishes in the sink after I have already gone to bed.I don't say any of what I think if I did what coming next would be worse. I became dizzy falling to my knees. His eyes turn all black and I know now I am in real trouble. I somehow manage to cover my head before the blows of his foot come down hard and fast. I don't know how long he will do this to me. I want to scream to cry out from all the pain, but I can't. If I do and I wake someone up, if someone hears and finds out, that is something that just can't happen. No one can know what goes on in these four walls. After he feels I have been 'punished' enough he pulls my hair back making sure I am paying attention to him. " Clean up this mess and get you away from me." He then makes himself another drink, leaves the room and goes to watch television. I wash the plate and head up stairs. I try to lay down but no matter which way I do all I feel is pain. It's 4:45 am now and I might as well get ready for school. I open the door to my room to hear dad snoring. Good he is sleeping. I get my clothes and head to the bathroom. It turns on the shower and undresses while it warms up. Once I step into the hot water I watch the water becoming red and get swept down the drain, like it is being erased. If only the water could also erase the pain. I get out when the water starts to run cold. I take a good hard look in the mirror. Most of my body is blue and black. Being a werewolf can heal faster than humans, but mine can not heal. I look at my face and see my eyes become blacken and swollen. Great. Dad normally tries to avoid my face. I try to cover it with concealer. Even with makeup on I can't be pretty. Even if I took the time to do it. As my dad and his friends like to remind me, there is no way to fix that. I need to get out of here before he wakes up or he will lock me away till my face is healed and since I can't eat at home it could take even longer. I grab my hoodie, phone and bag and walk out the door to make the six mile trip to school. The October weather is perfect for the walk. It is cool but not cold. The leaves have started changing and falling. I put my headphones in and start scrolling through my music to find something to listen to. When I can't decide I put shuffle on and let fate decide, music is the only thing I will let fate pick for me. Broken Home comes on, how ironic. At least I will have some peace today. I pull my hood up and start along my walk. *Ember* As I walk to school I start to think back over the last few years of my life. Dad left our pack, the pack I was born into where I had friends, where I had family. We left because he couldn't risk Alpha John finding out what he had done, what he was currently doing. It was bad enough Alpha John was starting to realize the heavy drinking, dad kept it together pretty well until the drinking started getting to his brain and while he had mom around to help make excuses for him. Once she was gone things got worse, real fast. I still remember that terrible night. The night mom died. She had an idea something was going on when I started to act different.I blame myself. I should have been better at pretending that I was fine. Maybe she would not have c
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I was woken up by the sudden sharp pain๏ผŒI was dragging me out of bed. He pulled me like I was a doll as he made his way down the stairs, I try to get my body to do what it needs to do to get some kind of footing. That proves to be impossible and I feel myself hitting on the way down. " Ember," he growls " Can you do anything right?" It is not a question he is seeking an answer for we both know the answer. It's no. What have I done wrong now? I find out very soon, he now grabs me forcing me to look at the sink in the kitchen. There is his dinner plate and fork sitting there. Not this again. " You didn't clean up your mess and you think you can just go to sleep? That is not how things are done in my house!" Those aren't my dishes. He must have came home late, ate and put them there. Dad drinks a lot. When he comes home from the bar he eats and forgets that he put dishes in the sink after I have already gone to bed.I don't say any of what I think if I did what coming next would be worse. I became dizzy falling to my knees. His eyes turn all black and I know now I am in real trouble. I somehow manage to cover my head before the blows of his foot come down hard and fast. I don't know how long he will do this to me. I want to scream to cry out from all the pain, but I can't. If I do and I wake someone up, if someone hears and finds out, that is something that just can't happen. No one can know what goes on in these four walls. After he feels I have been 'punished' enough he pulls my hair back making sure I am paying attention to him. " Clean up this mess and get you away from me." He then makes himself another drink, leaves the room and goes to watch television. I wash the plate and head up stairs. I try to lay down but no matter which way I do all I feel is pain. It's 4:45 am now and I might as well get ready for school. I open the door to my room to hear dad snoring. Good he is sleeping. I get my clothes and head to the bathroom. It turns on the shower and undresses while it warms up. Once I step into the hot water I watch the water becoming red and get swept down the drain, like it is being erased. If only the water could also erase the pain. I get out when the water starts to run cold. I take a good hard look in the mirror. Most of my body is blue and black. Being a werewolf can heal faster than humans, but mine can not heal. I look at my face and see my eyes become blacken and swollen. Great. Dad normally tries to avoid my face. I try to cover it with concealer. Even with makeup on I can't be pretty. Even if I took the time to do it. As my dad and his friends like to remind me, there is no way to fix that. I need to get out of here before he wakes up or he will lock me away till my face is healed and since I can't eat at home it could take even longer. I grab my hoodie, phone and bag and walk out the door to make the six mile trip to school. The October weather is perfect for the walk. It is cool but not cold. The leaves have started changing and falling. I put my headphones in and start scrolling through my music to find something to listen to. When I can't decide I put shuffle on and let fate decide, music is the only thing I will let fate pick for me. Broken Home comes on, how ironic. At least I will have some peace today. I pull my hood up and start along my walk. *Ember* As I walk to school I start to think back over the last few years of my life. Dad left our pack, the pack I was born into where I had friends, where I had family. We left because he couldn't risk Alpha John finding out what he had done, what he was currently doing. It was bad enough Alpha John was starting to realize the heavy drinking, dad kept it together pretty well until the drinking started getting to his brain and while he had mom around to help make excuses for him. Once she was gone things got worse, real fast. I still remember that terrible night. The night mom died. She had an idea something was going on when I started to act different.I blame myself. I should have been better at pretending that I was fine. Maybe she would not have c
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I was woken up by the sudden sharp pain๏ผŒI was dragging me out of bed. He pulled me like I was a doll as he made his way down the stairs, I try to get my body to do what it needs to do to get some kind of footing. That proves to be impossible and I feel myself hitting on the way down. " Ember," he growls " Can you do anything right?" It is not a question he is seeking an answer for we both know the answer. It's no. What have I done wrong now? I find out very soon, he now grabs me forcing me to look at the sink in the kitchen. There is his dinner plate and fork sitting there. Not this again. " You didn't clean up your mess and you think you can just go to sleep? That is not how things are done in my house!" Those aren't my dishes. He must have came home late, ate and put them there. Dad drinks a lot. When he comes home from the bar he eats and forgets that he put dishes in the sink after I have already gone to bed.I don't say any of what I think if I did what coming next would be worse. I became dizzy falling to my knees. His eyes turn all black and I know now I am in real trouble. I somehow manage to cover my head before the blows of his foot come down hard and fast. I don't know how long he will do this to me. I want to scream to cry out from all the pain, but I can't. If I do and I wake someone up, if someone hears and finds out, that is something that just can't happen. No one can know what goes on in these four walls. After he feels I have been 'punished' enough he pulls my hair back making sure I am paying attention to him. " Clean up this mess and get you away from me." He then makes himself another drink, leaves the room and goes to watch television. I wash the plate and head up stairs. I try to lay down but no matter which way I do all I feel is pain. It's 4:45 am now and I might as well get ready for school. I open the door to my room to hear dad snoring. Good he is sleeping. I get my clothes and head to the bathroom. It turns on the shower and undresses while it warms up. Once I step into the hot water I watch the water becoming red and get swept down the drain, like it is being erased. If only the water could also erase the pain. I get out when the water starts to run cold. I take a good hard look in the mirror. Most of my body is blue and black. Being a werewolf can heal faster than humans, but mine can not heal. I look at my face and see my eyes become blacken and swollen. Great. Dad normally tries to avoid my face. I try to cover it with concealer. Even with makeup on I can't be pretty. Even if I took the time to do it. As my dad and his friends like to remind me, there is no way to fix that. I need to get out of here before he wakes up or he will lock me away till my face is healed and since I can't eat at home it could take even longer. I grab my hoodie, phone and bag and walk out the door to make the six mile trip to school. The October weather is perfect for the walk. It is cool but not cold. The leaves have started changing and falling. I put my headphones in and start scrolling through my music to find something to listen to. When I can't decide I put shuffle on and let fate decide, music is the only thing I will let fate pick for me. Broken Home comes on, how ironic. At least I will have some peace today. I pull my hood up and start along my walk. *Ember* As I walk to school I start to think back over the last few years of my life. Dad left our pack, the pack I was born into where I had friends, where I had family. We left because he couldn't risk Alpha John finding out what he had done, what he was currently doing. It was bad enough Alpha John was starting to realize the heavy drinking, dad kept it together pretty well until the drinking started getting to his brain and while he had mom around to help make excuses for him. Once she was gone things got worse, real fast. I still remember that terrible night. The night mom died. She had an idea something was going on when I started to act different.I blame myself. I should have been better at pretending that I was fine. Maybe she would not have c
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I was woken up by the sudden sharp pain๏ผŒI was dragging me out of bed. He pulled me like I was a doll as he made his way down the stairs, I try to get my body to do what it needs to do to get some kind of footing. That proves to be impossible and I feel myself hitting on the way down. " Ember," he growls " Can you do anything right?" It is not a question he is seeking an answer for we both know the answer. It's no. What have I done wrong now? I find out very soon, he now grabs me forcing me to look at the sink in the kitchen. There is his dinner plate and fork sitting there. Not this again. " You didn't clean up your mess and you think you can just go to sleep? That is not how things are done in my house!" Those aren't my dishes. He must have came home late, ate and put them there. Dad drinks a lot. When he comes home from the bar he eats and forgets that he put dishes in the sink after I have already gone to bed.I don't say any of what I think if I did what coming next would be worse. I became dizzy falling to my knees. His eyes turn all black and I know now I am in real trouble. I somehow manage to cover my head before the blows of his foot come down hard and fast. I don't know how long he will do this to me. I want to scream to cry out from all the pain, but I can't. If I do and I wake someone up, if someone hears and finds out, that is something that just can't happen. No one can know what goes on in these four walls. After he feels I have been 'punished' enough he pulls my hair back making sure I am paying attention to him. " Clean up this mess and get you away from me." He then makes himself another drink, leaves the room and goes to watch television. I wash the plate and head up stairs. I try to lay down but no matter which way I do all I feel is pain. It's 4:45 am now and I might as well get ready for school. I open the door to my room to hear dad snoring. Good he is sleeping. I get my clothes and head to the bathroom. It turns on the shower and undresses while it warms up. Once I step into the hot water I watch the water becoming red and get swept down the drain, like it is being erased. If only the water could also erase the pain. I get out when the water starts to run cold. I take a good hard look in the mirror. Most of my body is blue and black. Being a werewolf can heal faster than humans, but mine can not heal. I look at my face and see my eyes become blacken and swollen. Great. Dad normally tries to avoid my face. I try to cover it with concealer. Even with makeup on I can't be pretty. Even if I took the time to do it. As my dad and his friends like to remind me, there is no way to fix that. I need to get out of here before he wakes up or he will lock me away till my face is healed and since I can't eat at home it could take even longer. I grab my hoodie, phone and bag and walk out the door to make the six mile trip to school. The October weather is perfect for the walk. It is cool but not cold. The leaves have started changing and falling. I put my headphones in and start scrolling through my music to find something to listen to. When I can't decide I put shuffle on and let fate decide, music is the only thing I will let fate pick for me. Broken Home comes on, how ironic. At least I will have some peace today. I pull my hood up and start along my walk. *Ember* As I walk to school I start to think back over the last few years of my life. Dad left our pack, the pack I was born into where I had friends, where I had family. We left because he couldn't risk Alpha John finding out what he had done, what he was currently doing. It was bad enough Alpha John was starting to realize the heavy drinking, dad kept it together pretty well until the drinking started getting to his brain and while he had mom around to help make excuses for him. Once she was gone things got worse, real fast. I still remember that terrible night. The night mom died. She had an idea something was going on when I started to act different.I blame myself. I should have been better at pretending that I was fine. Maybe she would not have c
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I was woken up by the sudden sharp pain๏ผŒI was dragging me out of bed. He pulled me like I was a doll as he made his way down the stairs, I try to get my body to do what it needs to do to get some kind of footing. That proves to be impossible and I feel myself hitting on the way down. " Ember," he growls " Can you do anything right?" It is not a question he is seeking an answer for we both know the answer. It's no. What have I done wrong now? I find out very soon, he now grabs me forcing me to look at the sink in the kitchen. There is his dinner plate and fork sitting there. Not this again. " You didn't clean up your mess and you think you can just go to sleep? That is not how things are done in my house!" Those aren't my dishes. He must have came home late, ate and put them there. Dad drinks a lot. When he comes home from the bar he eats and forgets that he put dishes in the sink after I have already gone to bed.I don't say any of what I think if I did what coming next would be worse. I became dizzy falling to my knees. His eyes turn all black and I know now I am in real trouble. I somehow manage to cover my head before the blows of his foot come down hard and fast. I don't know how long he will do this to me. I want to scream to cry out from all the pain, but I can't. If I do and I wake someone up, if someone hears and finds out, that is something that just can't happen. No one can know what goes on in these four walls. After he feels I have been 'punished' enough he pulls my hair back making sure I am paying attention to him. " Clean up this mess and get you away from me." He then makes himself another drink, leaves the room and goes to watch television. I wash the plate and head up stairs. I try to lay down but no matter which way I do all I feel is pain. It's 4:45 am now and I might as well get ready for school. I open the door to my room to hear dad snoring. Good he is sleeping. I get my clothes and head to the bathroom. It turns on the shower and undresses while it warms up. Once I step into the hot water I watch the water becoming red and get swept down the drain, like it is being erased. If only the water could also erase the pain. I get out when the water starts to run cold. I take a good hard look in the mirror. Most of my body is blue and black. Being a werewolf can heal faster than humans, but mine can not heal. I look at my face and see my eyes become blacken and swollen. Great. Dad normally tries to avoid my face. I try to cover it with concealer. Even with makeup on I can't be pretty. Even if I took the time to do it. As my dad and his friends like to remind me, there is no way to fix that. I need to get out of here before he wakes up or he will lock me away till my face is healed and since I can't eat at home it could take even longer. I grab my hoodie, phone and bag and walk out the door to make the six mile trip to school. The October weather is perfect for the walk. It is cool but not cold. The leaves have started changing and falling. I put my headphones in and start scrolling through my music to find something to listen to. When I can't decide I put shuffle on and let fate decide, music is the only thing I will let fate pick for me. Broken Home comes on, how ironic. At least I will have some peace today. I pull my hood up and start along my walk. *Ember* As I walk to school I start to think back over the last few years of my life. Dad left our pack, the pack I was born into where I had friends, where I had family. We left because he couldn't risk Alpha John finding out what he had done, what he was currently doing. It was bad enough Alpha John was starting to realize the heavy drinking, dad kept it together pretty well until the drinking started getting to his brain and while he had mom around to help make excuses for him. Once she was gone things got worse, real fast. I still remember that terrible night. The night mom died. She had an idea something was going on when I started to act different.I blame myself. I should have been better at pretending that I was fine. Maybe she would not ha
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Dreame
I was woken up by the sudden sharp pain๏ผŒI was dragging me out of bed. He pulled me like I was a doll as he made his way down the stairs, I try to get my body to do what it needs to do to get some kind of footing. That proves to be impossible and I feel myself hitting on the way down. " Ember," he growls " Can you do anything right?" It is not a question he is seeking an answer for we both know the answer. It's no. What have I done wrong now? I find out very soon, he now grabs me forcing me to look at the sink in the kitchen. There is his dinner plate and fork sitting there. Not this again. " You didn't clean up your mess and you think you can just go to sleep? That is not how things are done in my house!" Those aren't my dishes. He must have came home late, ate and put them there. Dad drinks a lot. When he comes home from the bar he eats and forgets that he put dishes in the sink after I have already gone to bed.I don't say any of what I think if I did what coming next would be worse. I became dizzy falling to my knees. His eyes turn all black and I know now I am in real trouble. I somehow manage to cover my head before the blows of his foot come down hard and fast. I don't know how long he will do this to me. I want to scream to cry out from all the pain, but I can't. If I do and I wake someone up, if someone hears and finds out, that is something that just can't happen. No one can know what goes on in these four walls. After he feels I have been 'punished' enough he pulls my hair back making sure I am paying attention to him. " Clean up this mess and get you away from me." He then makes himself another drink, leaves the room and goes to watch television. I wash the plate and head up stairs. I try to lay down but no matter which way I do all I feel is pain. It's 4:45 am now and I might as well get ready for school. I open the door to my room to hear dad snoring. Good he is sleeping. I get my clothes and head to the bathroom. It turns on the shower and undresses while it warms up. Once I step into the hot water I watch the water becoming red and get swept down the drain, like it is being erased. If only the water could also erase the pain. I get out when the water starts to run cold. I take a good hard look in the mirror. Most of my body is blue and black. Being a werewolf can heal faster than humans, but mine can not heal. I look at my face and see my eyes become blacken and swollen. Great. Dad normally tries to avoid my face. I try to cover it with concealer. Even with makeup on I can't be pretty. Even if I took the time to do it. As my dad and his friends like to remind me, there is no way to fix that. I need to get out of here before he wakes up or he will lock me away till my face is healed and since I can't eat at home it could take even longer. I grab my hoodie, phone and bag and walk out the door to make the six mile trip to school. The October weather is perfect for the walk. It is cool but not cold. The leaves have started changing and falling. I put my headphones in and start scrolling through my music to find something to listen to. When I can't decide I put shuffle on and let fate decide, music is the only thing I will let fate pick for me. Broken Home comes on, how ironic. At least I will have some peace today. I pull my hood up and start along my walk. *Ember* As I walk to school I start to think back over the last few years of my life. Dad left our pack, the pack I was born into where I had friends, where I had family. We left because he couldn't risk Alpha John finding out what he had done, what he was currently doing. It was bad enough Alpha John was starting to realize the heavy drinking, dad kept it together pretty well until the drinking started getting to his brain and while he had mom around to help make excuses for him. Once she was gone things got worse, real fast. I still remember that terrible night. The night mom died. She had an idea something was going on when I started to act different.I blame myself. I should have been better at pretending that I was fine. Maybe she would not have c
Worldwide - Power Of Hormones
My story with hormone imbalance started a few years ago. I was struggling with never ending fatigue and brain fog. The constant exhaustion started to take over my life, from the moment I woke up to the moment I hopped into bed I was shattered. But ironically once I got into bed I was gripped by insomnia. Over time the sleep deprivation built up and it started to affect other areas of my life like my relationships with family, friends and my husband. I started to feel guilty that I wasnโ€™t present enough for my kids. I worried my boss was preparing to get rid of me because I couldnโ€™t pull it together at work. The more I worried the worse it got. I started to lose hair from all over my head to the point it was clogging the shower drain, I started to get adult acne and was feeling pretty low. My gut instinct was that something was going on with my hormones but all the doctor Iโ€™d seen told me my hormones were fine. That my โ€˜levelsโ€™ were within the normal range. Apparently I was perfectly well so why did I feel so awful? Eventually with a lot of hard work and a bit of luck I finally got some answers. High Estrogen, Low Thyroid, Hashimotoโ€™s Disease and Low Cortisol. To be honest it was a bit of a nightmare! But once I got through it and feeling myself I decided to get it all down on paper. I made it my mission to find out everything I could in the hope it might help someone else. I created a program to help as many women as possible iโ€™ve called it The Power of Hormones - A Guide To Optimal Hormone Health.
EATWEEDS โ€“ The Forager's Guide to the Wild Edible Plants of Britain
FORAGING IN SUMMER - BECOME A SAFE, CONFIDENT FORAGER Covers the fifteen most common wild plants found in Summer (June, July and August). Each plant notebook covers the past and present uses of wild plants as food and medicine. They are delivered immediately as downloadable PDFs. So you can keep them on your mobile device when you go out foraging. No need to drain your monthly data package. And no need to be connected to the internet. Each notebook includes: * MULTIPLE COLOUR PHOTOS of each plant MAKE IDENTIFICATION EASY. * Discover the food and medicine uses of wild plants. * Learn the folklore and plant stories. * Includes delicious recipes. * Know which part of the plant to use. * When the best time to harvest is. * In-depth nutritional profiles for each plant are covered. * Cautions and contraindications - what you need to know. NICE THINGS PEOPLE HAVE PREVIOUSLY SAID "The scope, scholarship, references and wonderful photographs make these notebooks a brilliant resource and a source of constant pleasure. Thank you." - Lynne Friedli "I have just started reading your wonderful notebooks. I have a small amount of knowledge and find your extensive writings absolutely absorbing." - Mandy Conway "Iโ€™m loving all the notebooks! Great quality images and fascinating histories of medicine, folklore, cookery." - Angela Goddard "An incredible asset to my foraging education!" - Liza Jasmina Stirling "I've often heard people say they wish they could download Robin's brain and I think this is the closest we're going to get! The community and resources don't disappoint. They are a real blessing." - Adam Reeve "My love of the plants and my interaction with them was given a massive boost by your knowledge. Your enthusiasm for the world around us is infectious, thank you." - Pip Martin ABOUT THE AUTHOR Robin Harford is a plant-based forager, ethnobotanical researcher and wild food educator. He has published over 50 foraging guide books. He established his wild food foraging school in 2008, and his foraging courses were recently voted #1 in the country by BBC Countryfile. Robin is the creator of Eatweeds, which is listed in The Times Top 50 websites for food and drink. He has travelled extensively documenting and recording the traditional and local uses of wild food plants in indigenous cultures, and his work has taken him to Africa, India, SE Asia, Europe and the USA. Robin regularly appears on national and local radio and television. He has been recommended in BBC Good Food magazine, Sainsburyโ€™s magazine as well as in The Guardian, The Times, The Independent, The Daily Telegraph etc.
At the Crossroads - ะะฐ ะฟะตั€ะตะบั€ะตัั‚ะบะต
. During the webinar speakers will discuss how to position Armenia for challenges and opportunities of the next decades, including reflections on the macroeconomic, regional, cultural realities, absorption capacities and adaptability. To be able to translate the vision into practical and actionable steps they will break down the concept into few building blocks and have a more granulation discussion on each: Lessons learnt from other experiences โ€“ Israel (start up nation) and more; Armenia and the region, post-Soviet world, Middle east, Iran, Europe; Education and R&D; Reversing migration and brain drain, return to Armenia; Macroeconomic outlook. Business networks, foreign investment to Armenia and opening new markets for Armenia; Network of professional around the world at service to nation. Discussion language: English. Panelists David Akopyan, Ph.D, UNDP, Senior Advisor Armine Khachatryan, Economist Ashot Hovanesian, Ph.D, Synergy International Systems, Inc, CEO
Dreame
I was woken up by the sudden sharp pain๏ผŒI was dragging me out of bed. He pulled me like I was a doll as he made his way down the stairs, I try to get my body to do what it needs to do to get some kind of footing. That proves to be impossible and I feel myself hitting on the way down. " Ember," he growls " Can you do anything right?" It is not a question he is seeking an answer for we both know the answer. It's no. What have I done wrong now? I find out very soon, he now grabs me forcing me to look at the sink in the kitchen. There is his dinner plate and fork sitting there. Not this again. " You didn't clean up your mess and you think you can just go to sleep? That is not how things are done in my house!" Those aren't my dishes. He must have came home late, ate and put them there. Dad drinks a lot. When he comes home from the bar he eats and forgets that he put dishes in the sink after I have already gone to bed.I don't say any of what I think if I did what coming next would be worse. I became dizzy falling to my knees. His eyes turn all black and I know now I am in real trouble. I somehow manage to cover my head before the blows of his foot come down hard and fast. I don't know how long he will do this to me. I want to scream to cry out from all the pain, but I can't. If I do and I wake someone up, if someone hears and finds out, that is something that just can't happen. No one can know what goes on in these four walls. After he feels I have been 'punished' enough he pulls my hair back making sure I am paying attention to him. " Clean up this mess and get you away from me." He then makes himself another drink, leaves the room and goes to watch television. I wash the plate and head up stairs. I try to lay down but no matter which way I do all I feel is pain. It's 4:45 am now and I might as well get ready for school. I open the door to my room to hear dad snoring. Good he is sleeping. I get my clothes and head to the bathroom. It turns on the shower and undresses while it warms up. Once I step into the hot water I watch the water becoming red and get swept down the drain, like it is being erased. If only the water could also erase the pain. I get out when the water starts to run cold. I take a good hard look in the mirror. Most of my body is blue and black. Being a werewolf can heal faster than humans, but mine can not heal. I look at my face and see my eyes become blacken and swollen. Great. Dad normally tries to avoid my face. I try to cover it with concealer. Even with makeup on I can't be pretty. Even if I took the time to do it. As my dad and his friends like to remind me, there is no way to fix that. I need to get out of here before he wakes up or he will lock me away till my face is healed and since I can't eat at home it could take even longer. I grab my hoodie, phone and bag and walk out the door to make the six mile trip to school. The October weather is perfect for the walk. It is cool but not cold. The leaves have started changing and falling. I put my headphones in and start scrolling through my music to find something to listen to. When I can't decide I put shuffle on and let fate decide, music is the only thing I will let fate pick for me. Broken Home comes on, how ironic. At least I will have some peace today. I pull my hood up and start along my walk. *Ember* As I walk to school I start to think back over the last few years of my life. Dad left our pack, the pack I was born into where I had friends, where I had family. We left because he couldn't risk Alpha John finding out what he had done, what he was currently doing. It was bad enough Alpha John was starting to realize the heavy drinking, dad kept it together pretty well until the drinking started getting to his brain and while he had mom around to help make excuses for him. Once she was gone things got worse, real fast. I still remember that terrible night. The night mom died. She had an idea something was going on when I started to act different.I blame myself. I should have been better at pretending that I was fine. Maybe she would not have c
Dreame - Read Best Romance
I was woken up by the sudden sharp pain๏ผŒI was dragging me out of bed. He pulled me like I was a doll as he made his way down the stairs, I try to get my body to do what it needs to do to get some kind of footing. That proves to be impossible and I feel myself hitting on the way down. "" Ember,"" he growls "" Can you do anything right?"" It is not a question he is seeking an answer for we both know the answer. It's no. What have I done wrong now? I find out very soon, he now grabs me forcing me to look at the sink in the kitchen. There is his dinner plate and fork sitting there. Not this again. "" You didn't clean up your mess and you think you can just go to sleep? That is not how things are done in my house!"" Those aren't my dishes. He must have came home late, ate and put them there. Dad drinks a lot. When he comes home from the bar he eats and forgets that he put dishes in the sink after I have already gone to bed.I don't say any of what I think if I did what coming next would be worse. I became dizzy falling to my knees. His eyes turn all black and I know now I am in real trouble. I somehow manage to cover my head before the blows of his foot come down hard and fast. I don't know how long he will do this to me. I want to scream to cry out from all the pain, but I can't. If I do and I wake someone up, if someone hears and finds out, that is something that just can't happen. No one can know what goes on in these four walls. After he feels I have been 'punished' enough he pulls my hair back making sure I am paying attention to him. "" Clean up this mess and get you away from me."" He then makes himself another drink, leaves the room and goes to watch television. I wash the plate and head up stairs. I try to lay down but no matter which way I do all I feel is pain. It's 4:45 am now and I might as well get ready for school. I open the door to my room to hear dad snoring. Good he is sleeping. I get my clothes and head to the bathroom. It turns on the shower and undresses while it warms up. Once I step into the hot water I watch the water becoming red and get swept down the drain, like it is being erased. If only the water could also erase the pain. I get out when the water starts to run cold. I take a good hard look in the mirror. Most of my body is blue and black. Being a werewolf can heal faster than humans, but mine can not heal. I look at my face and see my eyes become blacken and swollen. Great. Dad normally tries to avoid my face. I try to cover it with concealer. Even with makeup on I can't be pretty. Even if I took the time to do it. As my dad and his friends like to remind me, there is no way to fix that. I need to get out of here before he wakes up or he will lock me away till my face is healed and since I can't eat at home it could take even longer. I grab my hoodie, phone and bag and walk out the door to make the six mile trip to school. The October weather is perfect for the walk. It is cool but not cold. The leaves have started changing and falling. I put my headphones in and start scrolling through my music to find something to listen to. When I can't decide I put shuffle on and let fate decide, music is the only thing I will let fate pick for me. Broken Home comes on, how ironic. At least I will have some peace today. I pull my hood up and start along my walk." "*Ember* As I walk to school I start to think back over the last few years of my life. Dad left our pack, the pack I was born into where I had friends, where I had family. We left because he couldn't risk Alpha John finding out what he had done, what he was currently doing. It was bad enough Alpha John was starting to realize the heavy drinking, dad kept it together pretty well until the drinking started getting to his brain and while he had mom around to help make excuses for him. Once she was gone things got worse, real fast. I still remember that terrible night. The night mom died. She had an idea something was going on when I started to act different.I blame myself. I should have been better at pretending that I was fine. Maybe she
EATWEEDS โ€“ The Forager's Guide to the Wild Edible Plants of Britain
FORAGING IN SUMMER - BECOME A SAFE, CONFIDENT FORAGER Covers the fifteen most common wild plants found in Summer (June, July and August). Each plant notebook covers the past and present uses of wild plants as food and medicine. They are delivered immediately as downloadable PDFs. So you can keep them on your mobile device when you go out foraging. No need to drain your monthly data package. And no need to be connected to the internet. Each notebook includes: * MULTIPLE COLOUR PHOTOS of each plant MAKE IDENTIFICATION EASY. * Discover the food and medicine uses of wild plants. * Learn the folklore and plant stories. * Includes delicious recipes. * Know which part of the plant to use. * When the best time to harvest is. * In-depth nutritional profiles for each plant are covered. * Cautions and contraindications - what you need to know. NICE THINGS PEOPLE HAVE PREVIOUSLY SAID "The scope, scholarship, references and wonderful photographs make these notebooks a brilliant resource and a source of constant pleasure. Thank you." - Lynne Friedli "I have just started reading your wonderful notebooks. I have a small amount of knowledge and find your extensive writings absolutely absorbing." - Mandy Conway "Iโ€™m loving all the notebooks! Great quality images and fascinating histories of medicine, folklore, cookery." - Angela Goddard "An incredible asset to my foraging education!" - Liza Jasmina Stirling "I've often heard people say they wish they could download Robin's brain and I think this is the closest we're going to get! The community and resources don't disappoint. They are a real blessing." - Adam Reeve "My love of the plants and my interaction with them was given a massive boost by your knowledge. Your enthusiasm for the world around us is infectious, thank you." - Pip Martin ABOUT THE AUTHOR Robin Harford is a plant-based forager, ethnobotanical researcher and wild food educator. He has published over 50 foraging guide books. He established his wild food foraging school in 2008, and his foraging courses were recently voted #1 in the country by BBC Countryfile. Robin is the creator of Eatweeds, which is listed in The Times Top 50 websites for food and drink. He has travelled extensively documenting and recording the traditional and local uses of wild food plants in indigenous cultures, and his work has taken him to Africa, India, SE Asia, Europe and the USA. Robin regularly appears on national and local radio and television. He has been recommended in BBC Good Food magazine, Sainsburyโ€™s magazine as well as in The Guardian, The Times, The Independent, The Daily Telegraph etc.
Dreame - Read Best Romance
I was woken up by the sudden sharp pain๏ผŒI was dragging me out of bed. He pulled me like I was a doll as he made his way down the stairs, I try to get my body to do what it needs to do to get some kind of footing. That proves to be impossible and I feel myself hitting on the way down. "" Ember,"" he growls "" Can you do anything right?"" It is not a question he is seeking an answer for we both know the answer. It's no. What have I done wrong now? I find out very soon, he now grabs me forcing me to look at the sink in the kitchen. There is his dinner plate and fork sitting there. Not this again. "" You didn't clean up your mess and you think you can just go to sleep? That is not how things are done in my house!"" Those aren't my dishes. He must have came home late, ate and put them there. Dad drinks a lot. When he comes home from the bar he eats and forgets that he put dishes in the sink after I have already gone to bed.I don't say any of what I think if I did what coming next would be worse. I became dizzy falling to my knees. His eyes turn all black and I know now I am in real trouble. I somehow manage to cover my head before the blows of his foot come down hard and fast. I don't know how long he will do this to me. I want to scream to cry out from all the pain, but I can't. If I do and I wake someone up, if someone hears and finds out, that is something that just can't happen. No one can know what goes on in these four walls. After he feels I have been 'punished' enough he pulls my hair back making sure I am paying attention to him. "" Clean up this mess and get you away from me."" He then makes himself another drink, leaves the room and goes to watch television. I wash the plate and head up stairs. I try to lay down but no matter which way I do all I feel is pain. It's 4:45 am now and I might as well get ready for school. I open the door to my room to hear dad snoring. Good he is sleeping. I get my clothes and head to the bathroom. It turns on the shower and undresses while it warms up. Once I step into the hot water I watch the water becoming red and get swept down the drain, like it is being erased. If only the water could also erase the pain. I get out when the water starts to run cold. I take a good hard look in the mirror. Most of my body is blue and black. Being a werewolf can heal faster than humans, but mine can not heal. I look at my face and see my eyes become blacken and swollen. Great. Dad normally tries to avoid my face. I try to cover it with concealer. Even with makeup on I can't be pretty. Even if I took the time to do it. As my dad and his friends like to remind me, there is no way to fix that. I need to get out of here before he wakes up or he will lock me away till my face is healed and since I can't eat at home it could take even longer. I grab my hoodie, phone and bag and walk out the door to make the six mile trip to school. The October weather is perfect for the walk. It is cool but not cold. The leaves have started changing and falling. I put my headphones in and start scrolling through my music to find something to listen to. When I can't decide I put shuffle on and let fate decide, music is the only thing I will let fate pick for me. Broken Home comes on, how ironic. At least I will have some peace today. I pull my hood up and start along my walk." "*Ember* As I walk to school I start to think back over the last few years of my life. Dad left our pack, the pack I was born into where I had friends, where I had family. We left because he couldn't risk Alpha John finding out what he had done, what he was currently doing. It was bad enough Alpha John was starting to realize the heavy drinking, dad kept it together pretty well until the drinking started getting to his brain and while he had mom around to help make excuses for him. Once she was gone things got worse, real fast. I still remember that terrible night. The night mom died. She had an idea something was going on when I started to act different.I blame myself. I should have been better at pretending that I was fine. Maybe she
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First time in 25 years: JOINT ALBUM OF ANTONIN MARTO AND GOGI DZODZUASHVILI - AUTHORS OF POSTINDUSTRIAL BOYS, LAND OF FLOWERS and lots of other amazing songs of electric funk blues. One of the leading composers of contemporary electronic music, Gogi Dzodzuashvili and Winner of Oxfam-PEN literary Award, Antonin Marto (Irakli Kakabadze) have collected their joint songs - majority of them previously unreleased - but well known within the circles of alternative and electronic music. Among them TITU CHANTING, KITTY SONG, BRAIN DRAIN IN MISSISSIPPI AND OTHERS. Gogi Dzodzuashvili (Post Industrial Boys) is the author of 3 acclaimed albums. The song with his groups name has been a product of collaboration with Antonin Marto. He has done more than 100 performances around the world including the United States, Europe and other countries of the world. Antonin Marto is an award winning poet, performer and writer who has collaborated with many different musicians including Irakli Charkviani - The King of Georgian Rock - Robi Kukkhianidze, Salome Korkotashvili, Ketato Mepe, Andria Gvelesiani, Giorgi Tskhadadze, Niaz Diasamidze, Zumba, Allison Wolfe, Oliver Lake, Geri Allen, Reggie Workman, Andrew Cyril and others. Gogi Dzodzuashvili is one of his longest term collaborators with whom he has created his best known works. Antonin Marto has been known as writer, poet and performer in his own right and has participated in many literary festivals. This album has 11 incredible and innovative songs where you can see the musical genius of Gogi Dzodzuashvili for transforming amazing performances into great musical art-works. Deep post-existential lyrics of contemporary humans in our troubled world are combined with the magic of electric musical touch. This is the album of the century that won't let you forget itself.
Dreame - Read Best Romance
I was woken up by the sudden sharp pain๏ผŒI was dragging me out of bed. He pulled me like I was a doll as he made his way down the stairs, I try to get my body to do what it needs to do to get some kind of footing. That proves to be impossible and I feel myself hitting on the way down. " Ember,"" he growls "" Can you do anything right?" It is not a question he is seeking an answer for we both know the answer. It's no. What have I done wrong now? I find out very soon, he now grabs me forcing me to look at the sink in the kitchen. There is his dinner plate and fork sitting there. Not this again. " You didn't clean up your mess and you think you can just go to sleep? That is not how things are done in my house!" Those aren't my dishes. He must have came home late, ate and put them there. Dad drinks a lot. When he comes home from the bar he eats and forgets that he put dishes in the sink after I have already gone to bed.I don't say any of what I think if I did what coming next would be worse. I became dizzy falling to my knees. His eyes turn all black and I know now I am in real trouble. I somehow manage to cover my head before the blows of his foot come down hard and fast. I don't know how long he will do this to me. I want to scream to cry out from all the pain, but I can't. If I do and I wake someone up, if someone hears and finds out, that is something that just can't happen. No one can know what goes on in these four walls. After he feels I have been 'punished' enough he pulls my hair back making sure I am paying attention to him. " Clean up this mess and get you away from me." He then makes himself another drink, leaves the room and goes to watch television. I wash the plate and head up stairs. I try to lay down but no matter which way I do all I feel is pain. It's 4:45 am now and I might as well get ready for school. I open the door to my room to hear dad snoring. Good he is sleeping. I get my clothes and head to the bathroom. It turns on the shower and undresses while it warms up. Once I step into the hot water I watch the water becoming red and get swept down the drain, like it is being erased. If only the water could also erase the pain. I get out when the water starts to run cold. I take a good hard look in the mirror. Most of my body is blue and black. Being a werewolf can heal faster than humans, but mine can not heal. I look at my face and see my eyes become blacken and swollen. Great. Dad normally tries to avoid my face. I try to cover it with concealer. Even with makeup on I can't be pretty. Even if I took the time to do it. As my dad and his friends like to remind me, there is no way to fix that. I need to get out of here before he wakes up or he will lock me away till my face is healed and since I can't eat at home it could take even longer. I grab my hoodie, phone and bag and walk out the door to make the six mile trip to school. The October weather is perfect for the walk. It is cool but not cold. The leaves have started changing and falling. I put my headphones in and start scrolling through my music to find something to listen to. When I can't decide I put shuffle on and let fate decide, music is the only thing I will let fate pick for me. Broken Home comes on, how ironic. At least I will have some peace today. I pull my hood up and start along my walk." *Ember* As I walk to school I start to think back over the last few years of my life. Dad left our pack, the pack I was born into where I had friends, where I had family. We left because he couldn't risk Alpha John finding out what he had done, what he was currently doing. It was bad enough Alpha John was starting to realize the heavy drinking, dad kept it together pretty well until the drinking started getting to his brain and while he had mom around to help make excuses for him. Once she was gone things got worse, real fast. I still remember that terrible night. The night mom died. She had an idea something was going on when I started to act different.I blame myself. I should have been better at pretending that I was fine. Maybe
Dreame - Read Best Romance
I was woken up by the sudden sharp pain๏ผŒI was dragging me out of bed. He pulled me like I was a doll as he made his way down the stairs, I try to get my body to do what it needs to do to get some kind of footing. That proves to be impossible and I feel myself hitting on the way down. " Ember," he growls " Can you do anything right?" It is not a question he is seeking an answer for we both know the answer. It's no. What have I done wrong now? I find out very soon, he now grabs me forcing me to look at the sink in the kitchen. There is his dinner plate and fork sitting there. Not this again. " You didn't clean up your mess and you think you can just go to sleep? That is not how things are done in my house!" Those aren't my dishes. He must have came home late, ate and put them there. Dad drinks a lot. When he comes home from the bar he eats and forgets that he put dishes in the sink after I have already gone to bed.I don't say any of what I think if I did what coming next would be worse. I became dizzy falling to my knees. His eyes turn all black and I know now I am in real trouble. I somehow manage to cover my head before the blows of his foot come down hard and fast. I don't know how long he will do this to me. I want to scream to cry out from all the pain, but I can't. If I do and I wake someone up, if someone hears and finds out, that is something that just can't happen. No one can know what goes on in these four walls. After he feels I have been 'punished' enough he pulls my hair back making sure I am paying attention to him. " Clean up this mess and get you away from me." He then makes himself another drink, leaves the room and goes to watch television. I wash the plate and head up stairs. I try to lay down but no matter which way I do all I feel is pain. It's 4:45 am now and I might as well get ready for school. I open the door to my room to hear dad snoring. Good he is sleeping. I get my clothes and head to the bathroom. It turns on the shower and undresses while it warms up. Once I step into the hot water I watch the water becoming red and get swept down the drain, like it is being erased. If only the water could also erase the pain. I get out when the water starts to run cold. I take a good hard look in the mirror. Most of my body is blue and black. Being a werewolf can heal faster than humans, but mine can not heal. I look at my face and see my eyes become blacken and swollen. Great. Dad normally tries to avoid my face. I try to cover it with concealer. Even with makeup on I can't be pretty. Even if I took the time to do it. As my dad and his friends like to remind me, there is no way to fix that. I need to get out of here before he wakes up or he will lock me away till my face is healed and since I can't eat at home it could take even longer. I grab my hoodie, phone and bag and walk out the door to make the six mile trip to school. The October weather is perfect for the walk. It is cool but not cold. The leaves have started changing and falling. I put my headphones in and start scrolling through my music to find something to listen to. When I can't decide I put shuffle on and let fate decide, music is the only thing I will let fate pick for me. Broken Home comes on, how ironic. At least I will have some peace today. I pull my hood up and start along my walk. *Ember* As I walk to school I start to think back over the last few years of my life. Dad left our pack, the pack I was born into where I had friends, where I had family. We left because he couldn't risk Alpha John finding out what he had done, what he was currently doing. It was bad enough Alpha John was starting to realize the heavy drinking, dad kept it together pretty well until the drinking started getting to his brain and while he had mom around to help make excuses for him. Once she was gone things got worse, real fast. I still remember that terrible night. The night mom died. She had an idea something was going on when I started to act different.I blame myself. I should have been better at pretending that I was fine. Maybe she would not ha