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My Mum vs. The ZombiesMy mother is the sort of woman who would go out to loot the shops during the zombie apocalypse and still come back with wholemeal bread and organic juice drinks. I would always have assumed this, but I only knew it to be true now because that was exactly what had happened. Wholemeal bread, organic orange juice, blueberry breakfast bars and a six-pint of skimmed milk. If that had been me sent to do the shopping, I wouldve raided the chocolate and wine.
Theres nothing moving out there, Mum said, matter-of-factly, dumping the shopping on the kitchen table. Bloodied bodies littering the road on the way to Tesco, and some burnt out cars in the road, but nothing else.
Does that mean were the only ones left alive? my little sister Anne piped up.
Maybe, maybe not, said Mum. She was far too blasé about this sort of thing, but then again, I dont think any of us had reacted quite as we expected. It wasnt like in th
The ChairSandra nudged Clive hard in the ribs, which appeared to wake him up, although she hadnt noticed hed actually been asleep. She whispered, This is it. Two muscled men bought a chair onto the front stage and rested it next to the auctioneer.
It was a large armchair with salmon and yellow patterns all over it, and a threadbare white cushion on it. The arms were covered in the same material, save for the ends where varnished wood appeared. The seat and back looked so comfortable they looked like theyd swallow you up. Sandra supposed that this was no different from the way a poison dart frog has bright colours to warn you of its venom.
This chair comes from the early nineteen thirties and is in very good condition, said the auctioneer, reading from a card in his hand in the same monotonous voice hed been using all night. Sandra stared at him; not really taking in what he was saying because anything he said about the chair would be a lie.
Dailybooth GuideHere are some tips on living through the DailyBooth community!
#1 Get Stuck In
As soon as you join, get on with it! Take your first picture your first picture should always be a webcam snap, not an upload, unless you take your photos on a separate camera. Browse around a bit; see if you can find a few people who look interesting that you could follow. You dont have to follow them forever. Leave a few comments on recent photos. Basically, just say hello.
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Make your pictures more interesting than you merely staring at a webcam every day. Show the community things that you love, and ask their opinions. Get to know the people you follow and this will make people more likely to follow you back and talk to you. Its no good following three hundred people if you never comment.
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Leave comments when you feel you need to. If youve nothing to say on a photo other than lol, then it might not always
How To Be -Un-Popular On DBHere are some simple rules to become really popular and respected on DailyBooth.
#1 Signing Up
As soon as you get an account name and password, youre in! Hooray! Its probably best if you dont take a picture of a few days. Thatll probably build up the mystery wont it? Youll probably have three hundred followers by the end of the week, all desperate to see who you are!
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Obviously, you need to be following people. Firstly, find all the YouTubers that you love. They use DailyBooth too (so you know its a cool thing!) and theyd love it if you follow them. You have to follow them anyway dont you? Theyre famous after all! Once youre following all of them, you then need to go to the Suggested Users tab and follow all of them. They must be cool!
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Coops Cakes and Booth BooksThe sun beat down on Boothville as I strutted across the cobbles of a back street in town. People scurried about, some nodding and smiling as I passed, others too busy with their own business to notice me. Looking up, I saw a camera watching the street. For some reason, it didnt make me feel concerned. It made me feel safe, protected, watched by a friend. I resisted the urge to blow it a kiss.
I stopped outside a bakery Coops Cakes written in curly green lettering on the shop front and pressed my nose against the window. There were rows upon rows of cakes, biscuits and other treats. Little gingerbread men all rested in a row like a police line-up. Little cakes with icing swirls of pink, yellow, red, orange, blue, white and any other colour you could think of were displayed in curious little patterns.
Behind the counter, a girl with thick brown hair collected under a tall white hat put the finishing touches to a six-tier wedding cake, dabbing little white roses all a
Welcome to BoothvilleSomewhere in an unnamed country, lies a small town that many people know nothing about. Surrounded by hills and mountains to the north, forest to the west, ocean to the east and swamps to the south, the little town remains undisturbed, completely self-sufficient and safe from the horrors of the rest of the world.
A grand, nine-storey castle looms large from a hill to the north, overlooking the rest of the town, casting a shadow over the vineyards of the foothills. The shamans hut rests at the end of the largest field, a dilapidated little tent that the vineyard owners wish would move.
Two large housing estates one to the east and one to the west are home to the few thousand residents of the town and as they move towards the centre to join, they are interrupted by the commercial side of the town.
A twisty little maze of paths and roads filled with everything the residents need: a café which serves only the finest in hot drinks and snacks, a restaurant that would
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Parenting for Sex AddictsThe half-day.
We are not those folks that need an occasion to try. And that’s what they call it, too. Trying. As if the very idea of it is taxing. It’s not taxing and we are not those people.
No. We do not go by some magical calendar. Schedules aren’t really our thing in general. That’d be too organized. Too stuffy. Too… I don’t know… too planned. And we’re not the type of people whom plan.
If we could—plan—our lives would be much different. I think. It’s hard to say because this is how we’ve always been.
Our very togetherness is a result of impulse. I’m almost certain that the amount of time it took us to decide to move in together was significantly shorter than the amount of time it took us to remember each other’s names. We might have had our first conversation moments after that first… what I mean to say is we didn’t plan. Because planning would have been much t
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