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Say, it starts at the floor. It'd have to cross the diagonal of the floor, so to find the length of the diagonal I need to use pythagoras' theorm (a²+b²=h²).
a² is ten squared, and b² is ten squared. This makes 20². h² = 20², so find the square root of both sides and we get h=4.472135954........
So that'd be it, I think?
That was my best go.
Woah......what's Mr. Potato head doing on front of a box of chips?
Guess, please, someone! I want round two to start.
Exactly. I thought goths were people who....dressed in black, and have pale faces......and stuff......
Unless you're lying?
I like maths!
Um, I'm scared now......*backs off*
Did you manage to do the tower of Hanoi up to 10 disks?
Roraborealis (chose murderer - cannot be murderer) = DEAD
Kiana baby1 = ALIVE
Stewie = ALIVE
MathsIsfun = DEAD
Zach = ALIVE
Justlookingforthemoment = ALIVE
Katecaroline = DEAD
I didn't die first.......
OK, if you say so.
Admins and mods, remember, CAN, (and I can't emphasize that enough) catch you out.
It seems we lot are very musical!
They never told me what was there in my room.
Either they didn't believe in them, or they didn't want me to refuse to stay - a guest won't pay to sleep on a floor if that's all there is.
So, I chose a room. Oblivious. I don't like the dark; it holds no comfort and will not allow me to rest. My sleep becomes riddled with snaggered nightmares. Vividly, it twists the insides of my hotel room: shapeless objects become a person hunched down in the corner, and my coat hanging on its peg morphs itself into a headless fashion icon.
None of this is unusual. I'm always on the edge at night.
The fifth time I wake, the covers are high around me, it's almost claustrophobic. It's cold. I want to shiver but a feeling keeps me still. It's what you sense when someone enters a room silently behind you or advances on you when you're not alerted. I hear nothing. I want to swallow but I dare not make even that subtle noise. I often wake when I'm at home, feeling someone else is present. I turn, and always, always I'm the only one; sometimes shadows creep nearner or a noise seeps in my ears - but I'm always the only.
But here there's a presence for certain. I smell lavender. By day, the room smelt like freshly cut grass. I hold my breath, lie rigid. I can't close my eyes because I will be too tempted to open them again and see whoever it is that is watching me. I would give all my belongings to be at home right now. I need water. My throat burns and my mouth is dry.
I steel myself and sit up quickly. I was never prepared to actually see someone. Time stops. It must have heard my shuffling just then. Do I speak? Even move? I have visions of it grabbing me as I leap out of bed and run away for ever. To turn on the lamp by my bedside, I'll have to look away to find the switch. And produce noise. But I can't take my eyes away and I must be silent. I'm not breathing. The figure doesn't move. It sits still on the edge, hands centimetres from my feet. If I try to move them, will it grasp them through the blanket?
I'm reaching for the light, waiting for my wrist to be clamped down on by it. I grapple with the switch, still determined to not look away. The light erupts and it is gone.
Now, I wonder if I imagined it. I look around the room, it's all like it was before I went to sleep. I turn off the lamp and it is there. The head starts to turn. I turn on the lamp again in fear - it vanishes. Can I only see it in the dark? I don't want to turn off the lamp and see its ghostly face, if it has one. I don't want to be here. I pack swiftly still in the light, and leave early, regardless of my planned intention to stay here longer.
As I leave, I feel a hard stabbing through my ribs. I then see is a red stain that ruins my nightgown. Astounded by my bodily agony, I turn, and it is there, with a shining dagger in its right hand. My vision blurs, and the fatal weapon becomes a smudge of light. A pounding roar grows closer and closer as I try to stand, I stumble, the roar takes over, and the pain explodes.
I leave the Earth.
Nooooooo! Please share them! Spread the joy!
Wow, those are really funny stories!
Did the IP of the guest named 'wink murderer' give it away?
OK! I bet one of you is right.
Yep, I play guitar and harp. And justlooking plays saxophone!
No. I...didn't get it.
My favourite bands are My Chemical Romance, The Used, and especially Green Day, but right now I am listening to my own recordings.
Ummmm, I don't think so.
I prefer rock......and heavy metal.......
I had one at lunch! It was nice!
Ahem.
i...don't get it
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