WHY IS THIS NOT FORMATTING CORRECTLY?
Question by Evan L: WHY IS THIS NOT FORMATTING CORRECTLY?
ok…. so, you dont have to read it, it isnt for reading it, its the formatting… besides, you wouldn’t understand it at all, its just a quick little blurb from a book that im writing… why wont it format???….
“We begin our lesson on the Anatomy. As you may know, Anatomy is one of the—” Her eyes briefly flicker to the Mirror, and continues slowly, as though finding precise words, “…Oldest forms of the—” Again, her eyes meet the Mirror, and begins with her particular choice of words, “Useful sciences that we use.”
The Speaker was a frail, middle-aged woman with thin, brown hair that was streaked with gray. She had lately come into the habit of glancing over at the Mirror in the corner of the classroom, a wooden building with nothing but desks, chairs, and a ceiling all composed of wood that the government had irritably accepted into the community.
The teacher began to point to one of the few scripts the Government had provided, that had been taped to the ceiling. Although even on the ceiling, the paper seemed worn, and tattered.
The paper itself, though, was much more interesting. It was represented in pictures, as the teacher herself could not read.
“Th-th-this, class, is the…” Her neck spun around, showing her muscles clenching, to face the mirror, and she continued in an unsure voice, “This is your— heel… which is just under your…Achilles Tendon…and—and—above that is your F-f-ibula. Any questions?”
A student, with crudely cut blond hair, knobbly knees, a rather large nose and a small body, asked, “Well, where did all of these names comes from? I mean, who came up with them?”
The teacher’s face went pale, she let out an audible screech, and turned her whole body towards the mirror, possibly giving herself incurable whiplash.
“W-w-well… that’s enough for t-today… you can g-g-go…” The last part came out in a sob, and as the students filed out of the crooked wooden door, Ivan stopped and heard the teacher whisper, “P-p-please, n-no, I— I didn’t mean to…” she let out a barely audible scream, and Ivan heard her no more.
Sunlight glared all around the marketplace as Ivan caught up with the line of children, although it wasn’t a particularly sunny day. The sunlight glared from the reflection of the single square mirrors that were, apparently, permanently sawed into the side of every building and hut in the village. The government had said that it was for their own protection, although only a handful in the village knew why, and if they did, they were all Broken.
The marketplace could hardly be considered a marketplace. It consisted of rows of thatched-roof huts with an assortment of shady figures, selling unwanted or even dangerous goods. Ivan and the other children were required to visit the marketplace once a week, for one, so they would be possible consumers, and two, so that when they were older, they could take on trade as their profession. Ivan had always preferred to make his rounds almost daily. There was always so much going on at the marketplace, although there were hardly ever crowds of people.
Mostly, Ivan had come upon the habit of eavesdropping into interesting conversations that the traders had. It was the only time there was any news at all, in fact, to be heard for Ivan, other than when his brother came home from his work as a farmer’s apprentice and had the stories that the farmers heard tell of.
WHY WONT THE PARAGRAPHS INDENT??? IVE TRIED MICROSOFT WORD, GOOGLE DOCS… it just wierdly indents!!! please, any help!!!
Best answer:
Answer by mike H
they work for me, try pasting into notepad and then copy again, paste into word and try again
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