What I Don't Like About School

Disclaimer: I do not mean to offend anyone in the education systems. I just want to express my opinion with my First Amendment in hand. If I do offend you, then tell me in the comments. Also this is not inspired by the post by Brody A. Delta. I started this project BEFORE that post was made. Thank you.

"Education is what remains when one forgets what they learned in school."-Albert Einstein

If one of the smartest people in the history of the Earth says something like this, something is extremely wrong with that thing. I originally heard this quote in an I Hate Everything video about School. This made me think. What is wrong with school? Here is my top 5 list of things wrong with school.

1. We are trained to be wimps. In elementary school all they tell us to do is "The safe thing." Like, "Don't climb that awesome looking tree! You might fall and hurt yourself!" Sometimes the safe thing isn't the right thing to do. Like what is the tree had a gold nugget in it? At least in Middle School they give us a shock of the REAL WORLD. It would be nice if they taught us about real life at the beginning though.

2. The subject matter is silly sometimes. When have you ever used algebra outside of school? Never. You know what you do have to do outside of school? Taxes, paperwork, apply for jobs, buy houses and drive. We never learn any of that at school. Some people argue that it is the parent's responsibility. You are forgetting that while at school, the school and teachers act as an "In Loco Parentis" or an "in the place of a parent." Technically it is their responsibility to teach us these things. But I can understand the standpoint of the teachers why they don't teach us these things. They have to deal with about a hundred different people every day. Then you add in the fact that teachers barely get paid. The average amount of money that a teacher is getting paid right now is about $56,000. Bull Riders usually get paid more than that, by about $50,000. And if they teach us the things they should teach us, they would lose the only source of income they have. That is sad. Fix this.

3. The food is terrible. There is no worse food than school cafeteria food. Gordon Ramsay, one of the worlds top chef says, and I quote, "I've seen better food in prisons." This means that the government  feed their murderers, kidnappers, and rapists better then they feed innocent children. This is depressing.

4. This year, we were added a mandatory class. Health. Nobody really wanted to take it. While they ended up making it mostly enjoyable, there are still a few things that the teachers should touch upon. First, we all know what you should eat and how much. Teach us about important things in foods such as GMO's and how deadly chemicals can be found in things we use everyday. We already know about heroin, meth, and smoking. Teach us the things we don't know. Also don't make us take classes we don't want to take and if you do, teach us things we don't know.

5. The right to education is something I agree with completely. But I don't know why we are forced to go to school. We are free human beings, so shouldn't we be able to decide whether or not we get education. If we don't, we don't. If we do, we do. Simple as that. As human beings we shouldn't be forced to do anything. We should be able to do the things we want to do. This is the only time in our lives when we are allowed to have little to no responsibilities. Kids should be allowed to enjoy that, instead of spending 15 percent of our overall lives at school.

There we go. I needed to get this off my chest for a while. If you don't respect my opinion, say that you don't agree RESPECTFULLY, ok. Glad I got that sorted out. I remember the feminists post by C. Claw. That comment section though... Anyway, I hope you enjoyed, and if you didn't then I'm sorry I wasted your time.

Sincerely,
Micheal 

Weirdest Grammatically Correct Sentence

Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo.

The word buffalo is a noun, a city, and a verb. The noun means bison, the city is like Buffalo, New York, and the verb means to intimidate. So if the sentence is written out then it would be: "bison from Buffalo, New York, who are intimidated by other bison in their community, also happen to intimidate other bison in their community.

My View This Morning

The air smells of strong pine 🌲
The sun ☀️ parts the fog
Showing the beautiful mountains 🏔
Birds 🕊 singing their morning songs
The sun ☀️ reflects off the damp leaves 🍃
Glowing like a thousand diamonds 💎
A slow fall of rain ☔️
Gives off an amazing rainbow 🌈 Over everything

This is what I woke up to
Thank you, Colorado 🍂

Ye Epics of Old

Trying to prevent that ye saw as fate foretold

Will only call back thine curses of old

From times of memories held

Of castle gates and giants felled

These stories told by word-weavers

Thy songs sung by tune-twiners

Tell ye of the heroes of bold

Virtuous

Valiant

Riding across plains 

Hacking through great viridian forests of old

To strike the enemy

Slay the monster 

Push back the darkness

After all this 

Standing on the threshold of the end

Does he cower

Does he flee

No

He fights gloriously 

The evils he in-two rends

Never his courage wavered 

Never a man stronger than he 

But this man

Sacrificed 

For the good of the land 

For peace

Turn on a light

It was a late night, and you knew it would be one, but there was no way of knowing or preparing for what happened in the house at 656 Pine-Park Dr.

You pull up to your little suburban house in your 2004 Saturn and twist the key, making sure not to shine your headlights in the window so you don't wake your wife. You get out of your car and head to the trunk to grab your work case. As you do, the hairs on the back of your neck spring up and send a shiver down your spine.

     "It's nothing. There is nothing here," you reassure yourself. You walk up to your door and slide your key in the lock. Opening the door slowly, you reach for the light, but a hand was already there. As soon as you feel it you dart your hand away. You slowly walk your eyes down the wall to the light switch to see nothing. Absolutely nothing was there.

     "You're fine," you whisper to yourself, "You're just freaking yourself out." You walk inside your door and put you work case down. You get in your PJ's and hop in bed without turning on a light for the fear that you feel another hand on the switch and just like that you're out cold.

Around 12:34 AM you wake up to a tapping on your window. You look out side to see nothing. When you hear it again you realize it is coming from your mirror. Slowly you crawl out of bed and gradually move towards your mirror, clenching your fists.  As you get to the mirror you find the scariest monster looking back at you, but you are not afraid, for you see it every time you look in a mirror. So you crawl back in bed and fall into a world of dreams.

You wake up to a rotting stench in your room. You crinkle your nose and say,
     "Honey what did you have for dinner?" When you don't get a response you open your eyes to red on the walls. Your wife, still in bed, but life-less, lay with the stone cold expression on her departed face. You climb out of bed, a sorrow gnawing at your chest.You see written on the wall in her blood: Next time turn on a light!

Modern Day Horror Story

It was an ordinary Tuesday when it happened.  I was sitting on the couch watching Netflix on my iPad Pro 9.4 when the screen went black. My eyes got really wide as I looked up from the tablet. That's when I heard the alarms go off. All the lights started flashing red. My mom bolted down the stairs and looked at me. Then she said, "The Wifi is down!!!!!!!!!!!!"

School rant

School. No.
                   I get it,
                                I get it, you want me to be smart, you want me to "learn". I don't care. I can learn in other ways besides a random person standing in front of me telling me how to be a good human. Eww. I can just learn on my own. They say," Oh, school will help you be social." I'm pretty sure I can talk and make friends without going to school. So school, please. Go away.

Ashes To Ashes; Dust To Dust

He was dead. His body lay in the ground.
His plane had fallen like lead. Now he lay sound.

Their lives were exciting, not full of grief.
Now they shall live with those underneath.

A man full of pride, so shrivelled inside.
It was also sad, the way he died.

The lady, with her phone tight in hand.
She said, "Goodbye Brady, good luck with your band."

Everyone with people to see.
They will never be known to you or to me.

Every person, no time to adjust.
Ashes to Ashes; Dust to Dust.

The Shivers

I will always remember that night, the night that I saw it. I bet you're wondering what it is. It is something that will give you the shivers. The bone deep shivers. It has a face of a dog. A dog with human like features. It has human eyes, human teeth. It haunts my dreams. It wants me to share the word. I thought I never would. I mean, I never will. The dreams though, the dreams will always haunt me. Even once I shared the word. I will never share. Or that's what I thought.


Thank you for relieving me from my burden. Have a good time sleeping.

Dear Video Game Haters,

Some people are stupid. People who stand on thin ice, humans who eat raw chicken thinking that Salmonella is for eating raw fish, and people who think that video games are bad for you. I know that people say that art is whatever you think it is, but a lot of people think that video games (playable film) are worthless pieces of trash. Video games are basically the king of controversy nowadays. Radical feminists, hate speech, and shootings are all somehow tied to video games, so let me clear that up. There are good things about video games too. Charity (one of the most famous gamers ever (Pewdiepie) raised 1.4 million dollars to help with AIDS research), entertainment, and helping people with focusing. Old people are using them to stay sharp. Reliable news sources such as The Guardian, The Washington Post, and the Dementia Research Foundation have found that video games help people with dementia. The National Institute of Health has stated that video games help treating brain diseases. Quoting their article, "A demanding video game can delay or prevent age-related cognitive decline." Now onto the violence part. The Texas A&M International University has found that violent video games "relieve stress and help treat depression." While some people say that school shooters always play violent video games, there is no way to prove this. In fact, Mainstream news networks demonized video games whenever there is a shooting. Just because their mother said that when they were a kid the loved Space Invaders or something (fake example) doesn't mean that video games are the worst thing ever. It seems that the news demonizes video games and gamers to much. I personally think that they are scared. Think of it this way. You are the head executive of FOX. More people are watching clips of people playing video games on the internet than your clip of a woman feeding a fox (another fake example). The GAMER is making more money than you. You need money. How do you get money? By making a news story demonzing gamers and games. I'm not even going to start on Religion Vs. Video Games. Here is a guy reading an example from the Landover Baptist Church Forum-https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=. (The post is called "DO NOT LET YOUR KIDS PLAY TEAM FORTRESS 2") Here is another guy reading one from The Landover Baptist Church again-https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4li0GY0gsYk. (This one is called "Overwatch is overdue for a ban.")This just shows how crazy people are. Sometimes I can understand the outrage. Bubsy 3D shows this pretty well, but still.

This is Bubsy 3D. Every frame is like this.
It is regarded as one of the worst games of all time.

I hope you appreciate my two cents on the topic of video games.
(https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2016/aug/28/a-neuroscientist-explains-how-video-games-stave-off-dementia,https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/speaking-of-science/wp/2016/05/07/two-minutes-playing-this-video-game-could-help-scientists-fight-alzheimers/?utm_term=.315c1b225af9 , https://www.dementiaresearchfoundation.org.au/blog/what-are-effects-playing-video-games-brain, http://www.tamiu.edu/newsinfo/7-08-10/article5.shtml)

Sincerely,
Micheal O' Coileain

What I Think Of 2017 So Far

2017 is the second worst year of them all so far. Personally I have had an alright year so far, but things have gone wonky recently. You know how when you get home your parents ask, "How was your day?" You know how you always say, "Good." For the first time in my life I said that I had a very bad day at school to my mother. I don't particularly think that somebody should have to do that, but sometimes you have to. This year kinda reflects that in a weird way. Keep in mind that these are in no order. Don't harass me asking if there is an order.

1. The clown attacks have stopped. Clowns are still creepy. The new Stephen King movie IT may have had something to do with the scare. Nobody knows.

2. The Women's March from January was a peaceful affair which is good. Nobody died, nobody was trampled, nothing was broken (that I know of).

3. The Travel Ban was a disaster. No other words. I'm just stunned with what this country/world has become.

4. The U.K. exited the EU. Since they are in a much better state financially than Greece, they are expected to make the withdrawl easy.

That is all of the major news for this year so far. Veeerrryyy detailed, I know. To be honest, I have no idea why I still do these. Maybe because they have stuff that people actually care about. I'm not the 6 'oclock news. Not even close. The local news is always either depressing, or useless. That's why I try to keep up on doing these every month. I hope that at least I will do that. Goodnight.

The Impossible Escape - Chapter 1

Chapter One

The rude awakening

 Thirteen years later

Emma wakes to her brother shaking her. She sits up slowly, and looks out the window. She sees the fingers of dawn slowly stretching over the sky turning the it into a reddish orange color - the same color as her hair.
    “Emma! Get up. Krane and his men are coming this way! They are
at the hut at the end of the road!” Her brother is already dressed, with his bow and arrows on his back.
     “What?! Why didn't you say so? We need to get out of here. Let’s go out the back door.” Emma grabs her clothes before she sprints into the next room, the room that used to be her father's. She quickly gets dressed in dark green cotton pants, a olive green shirt, and tall brown boots with the tops folded over. Now fully dressed, Emma slips the little, fiery, orange hummingbird necklace under her shirt, the only thing her dad left for her before he abandoned them. She straps her sword onto her back as she joins Daniel next to the window.
It only took moments to get dressed but still Daniel asked nervously “What took you so long?”
“Ok, let's go,” Emma grabs Daniel’s hand, opens the door, and accidentally walks right into one of Krane’s men.
     “Good work, boys,” Krane growls as he walks around the house slowly clapping. His voice is worse than nails on a chalkboard. He has been in so many fires that he really doesn't have any features. He is just ugly, inside and out.
    “What do you want, Krane,” Daniel says calmly.
    “Do you want a fight?!” asks Emma, unsheathing her sword.
    “What is a little girl doing with a sword that she doesn't even know how to use? Girls and women don't sword fight, little girl.” says Krane’s right hand man. But as he leans in close, Emma slices his cheek.
     “Girls don't sword fight?” Emma asks.  “Then I challenge you to a duel!”
He laughs.  “I accept.” They walk away from the rest of Krane’s men. And they start dueling. With Emma glaring at her opponent, her hate drilling into his soul.
     “Anyways, as I was saying before I was interrupted by my sister. What do you want Krane?” asks Daniel.
     “You are going to be the guard for the princess, and your sister is going to stay right here.”
     “No.”
    “What do you mean by no?” Krane demands.
     “Do you like your men, Krane?”
     “Yes, what kind of idiotic question is that?” Daniel comes close to Krane for his answer.
    “Well, if my little sister doesn't get to be the maid for the princess, and I don't get to the guard, then I challenge all of your men to a duel. And We. Will. Win.” Daniel threatens. With that statement, Emma and Krane’s right hands stop dueling and look up.
    “What?!” They say at exactly the same time.
     “Don't do this sir, she is really good. I bet he is just as good if not better than her!” Kranes right hand man says.
     “He can't fighting he's hurt,” replies Krane with an evil grin.
    “What are you going to do to my brother?!” Shouts Emma.
     “Oh not much, just this,” as soon as Krane says that, he grabs Daniel and punches him in the guts. Krane lets go of Daniel. Daniel falls to the ground in pain. Emma drops her sword and clenches her hands together. She charges at Krane and tackles him; he falls over in surprise. Emma starts punching him.
     “No one hurts my brother!” Emma says angrily as she gets pulled of off him by three of his men. Daniel stands up grimacing.
    “Don't mess with my sister,” he says to Krane.
     “See sir, she's a little spitfire. If she wasn't a girl she would make a good guard. Sir, please just let her be the servant for the princess.” pleaded Kranes right hand man. Quickly realizing his mistake, he looks down knowing that his punishment will be terrible. Krane glares at his right hand man. Krane stares at Emma from head to toe. He sees her shaking in rage. He knows that if it weren’t for her brother holding her back, Krane would be bleeding laying on the ground.
“Fine,” he spits, “You disturbing little street scoundrel. You’ll have to work. Beside, they all die within a week or so anyway,” then he would complete his job in record time. He smirks a little thinking how much his leader would like that. Emma looks at Daniel and grins.
“Jonathan come here.” Krane commands. A boy no older than Emma walks out of the swarm of henchmen, his dark brown hair waving in the wind. The waves make his hair look like the ocean blowing in the gentle summer wind. He has hazel green eyes that Emma could just swim in. He stands up straight like he runs the henchmen. But his small slouch lets Emma know that he not even kind of powerful, within the henchmen. Emma brushes the hair that’s hanging in her face behind one ear, smiling a little at Jonathan.
“Come on you two,” Jonathan says roughly, walking behind Daniel and Emma. He pushes them so hard they trip. They start to walk towards the castle, silently. As soon as they get close, Jonathan turns around so abruptly that Daniel runs into him, and Emma runs into her brother.
“Sorry about earlier. I just have to be mean around Krane. He’s holding my family in the dungeon and he says that he will kill them if I don’t do exactly what l say. Again, I’m so sorry,” Jonathan says smiling a little. Daniel looks at him not really believing him. He looks at his sister hoping that she’ll read his look. Sadly, she sees him and just ignores him.
“I’m sorry. It’s alright” Emma says with a sweet smile.
Jonathan smiles back and says, “As you heard, my name is Jonathan. But I’d prefer it if you’d call me John.” He turns back around and leads the brother and sister into the castle. They stop at the first door and John says, “Daniel, this is where you will learn to become a guard.” Daniel nods, opens the wide doors and walks through. Once the doors close, Emma sweetly asks, “What about me?”
“Well the princess’s last three maids got beheaded, and the ten before that randomly dissapeared. so, you’re the newest maid. You can just go on up to her tower.” Emma raises her eyebrows in shock. Really? You tell me now? She thinks. Her thoughts are interrupted by John saying
“If you want, I can show you the way up,” he smiles a little motioning his arm up the stairs.
“That would be lovely!” Emma says trying to sound like a lady, but she figures that she just sounds like an idiot instead. John laughs as if he can read her mind.
“What’s so funny?” Emma asks following John up the stairs
“I was thinking about something that my sister once told me. You won’t get it.” John snaps. Emma thinks that he might be hiding something. She puts her hand on her sword. Then she realized that he wouldn’t hurt or lie to her. Emma takes her hand off her sword.
    “Oh, is she being held captive too?”
    “I don’t want to talk about it!” he snaps glaring at her. Before Emma can stop herself, she feels her hand on her sword and her mind whirling. Trying to figure out if this is a large enough threat to pull her sword out and use it.
    “I’m sorry, it’s just that I’m so scared for my family.” he starts to cry, at first Emma thinks that it’s fake. She convinces herself that it was real. John halts and Emma takes her hand off her sword as John turns around his tears gone.
    “Princesses Fiona won’t like the fact that you have a sword. G… please give it to me. I’ll put it somewhere safe.” he gives her a reassuring smile. Emma looks at him like he’s absurd.
“You aren’t getting my sword! I don’t care if the princesses beheads me! You are never getting my sword!!” Emma says angrily. About two seconds later, Fiona walks out of her tower. “The sound of your annoying voices woke me!” she glares at John then looks at Emma not seeing her sword.
“Oh! You must be the new maid.” Emma starts to open her mouth to say something, but before she had the chance John quickly says
“She is, I was just taking her up to your tower.” after a little he adds “Your majesty.”
“Oh, how lovely!” Fiona says courtly, Fiona sees something shiny hanging from Emma’s belt. She breaks Emma’s eye contact and look down at it.
“Why do you have a sword!!” She sheaks “You must be from our rival kingdom of Winterhallow!!! Your kingdom will fall to the mighty wrath of Castle Gray Lake!!!” Fiona shouts at Emma. Emma takes off her sword and gives it to John.
“Just take it.” she says in a hushed voice. She turns back to Fiona “excuse us for a moment.” Emma say glaring at Fiona and grabbing John’s coat sleeve and pulling him down the stairs quite a bit.
“OK. You have my trust. Why did she get like that?” Emma half questions half demands.
“She thinks that everything is a threat. It really doesn’t help that her father is always talking about how the kingdom Winterhallow will fall to the mighty wrath of Castle Gray Lake” John says in an all knowing voice. John looks into Emma’s piercing blue eyes as he looks into her eyes, he realises that they are the most beautiful things he’s seen. Emma looks away feeling a little uncomfortable. After a little John gently grabs her chin and faces it towards him. She looks into his hazel green eyes. John pulls his hand away after a little. They stand there the hall gone quite. Emma puts her hand behind his ear. He starts to lean in, closer and closer. Emma’s heart starts to race. She knows what is about to happen, but she’s not sure that she is ready. ‘Sure I think that he’s really cute, funny, nice, and he’ll stand up for his family... and me. But I don’t know……..’ Emma’s thoughts get cut off by John’s warm lips press against hers. Emma forgets her worries and thoughts. All she thinks about is how she wishes that it would never end. At that moment Emma and John both hear footsteps coming down the stairs. Emma quickly pulls away not wanting it to be seen by anyone. Really not her brother. John looks at Emma and smirks a little and walks away as a princess that looked like she’d tried to dress herself; but  since a maid had ways done this for her, she didn’t look that good. The princess looks weary at Emma to make sure that she doesn’t have her sword. Once she’s positive that she doesn’t, Fiona commands “Come down, you shall dress me, wash my face, brush my hair, braid my hair, and get me ready.” Fiona turns on her heels and heads back up to her tower. Emma glares at her back then follows her up.

Words

Starts out soft and quiet, something this something that.

Voices rise fury lights

Words be said 

Words that can't be unsaid 

Door slams and car starts

Rushing away with blinding eyes 

Lights ahead, a sudden hit 

And all disappears 

The unsaid words echoed through the streets 

red lights yelling down the road

Lightening strike and the rain pours 

All you see is death at the door and the whispered words

News breaks the silence 

No last words

No sorry

No nothing, but the yelling in your head

Just the words said and never can be unsaid

The words will stay

But she will wash away 

Last words said full of hate 

The words now muttered as she descended 

Filled with sorrow and regret 

For the words were said 

You may say sorry, but the words will float around and around

But they will never reach her ears

All her ear shall hear are the stabbing words once said

A Recovery that Changes Lives

Matt Orlando has been racing since he could walk. His family has a history of being great racers and they aren't used to losing. Matt raced, and raced and by the age of six he still could never win, so he gave up on himself. He kept telling himself that he couldn't win, and that he sucked. Although that's not true, because after a year of not touching a dirtbike, he decided to race again and his life changed. That year he just randomly decided to race again and won it all for his age group. After his great victory, he had confidence in himself, and year after year he couldn't lose. Matt Orlando was the kid that everyone wanted to beat.

Matt enjoyed motorcross so much that he decided to drop out of high school his junior year. He continued to succeed and win nearly every year. Although at age 27 something horrific happened. Matt was in the middle of the race and lost control in mid air. He fell to the ground with his bike landing on him and went unconscious. He was sent to the ER. By a doctor he was told that he would probably be paralyzed from the waist down, and wouldn't be able to race again. Although that was false, and a miracle happened. He was so dedicated to motorcross that he went through hours and hours of rehab.

About two and a half years later he was able to join small races. After another year on top that he was back into the big races. At age 30 he resumed his racing career and again he became the man to beat. He continued to win and win for about six more years. After those five more motorcross titles Matt held the world record for the most Motorcross Titles. At the age of 36 he had another bad crash, and decided it was about time to end his amazing career. Matt made a huge mark on many people from kids to adults with his fight and bravery.

Losing a Dog

You don't want to believe they're gone. You call their name hoping they come back, but they never do. You lay on your bed, dangling your hand, waiting for a nudge. You try to picture them up in heaven running in fields with other dogs, but it's hard to picture them without you. You strain to hear the noise of their collar, running towards you when you call, but they never do. Memories of you playing with them are slowly fading, but you try to remember. You wonder if your dog misses you too.


It's never the same after they're gone...

Ammissura, Chapter 1: The Beginning of the End

It all began many years ago when the lord was known as a Man of War. I was far from being born and the only people protecting the faint and meek were the Grey Wardens. The ones who fought for strength and salvation when no one else would. They had no family except other wardens. They had given all other family up so that they can stand up and triumph over the darkness. By darkness I mean the Darkspawn, a race of horrific creatures who try to kill everyone and everything. It is said that the Grey Wardens protected everyone from a blight, which is a huge wave of millions of Darkspawn. It's said Grey Wardens rose up from the depths of defeat and beat the odds. Or so the legends go.

 Hello, my name's Adan, a noble. A son of King Brice to be exact. Now, now don't get it wrong not the high king, but the king of Highever. That's where I am Highever Castle. I'm about 6 foot tall have short brown hair and green eyes. My family consists of me, my brother, Adrian, my mother, Evelyn, and my father, Brice. Usually we're quite a happy family, but not today.

It's January 3 and my brother, my father, and his best friend Arl Howe ride off to battle the Darkspawn. Not a blight, we hope, just a small group of a couple thousand coming from the Deep Roads. Anyway it was around dusk and Arl Howe had just arrived. I was sitting reading a good book about Grey Wardens when mid way through a line I hear,
"Hey pup!"
"Hey dad," I reply.
"Ah, so this must be Adan. No longer a boy I see. Anyway, good to see you lad!"
"And you Arl Howe," I reply. I looked at my dad to see him get an enormous delighted smile.
"Pup, the old Sage taught you of the Grey Wardens right?"
"Yes father" I become excited with all sorts of thoughts swirling around my head. I then added, "they are heroes of all of Ferelden." Everyone in the room except Arl Howe and I start to smile. Arl Howe began to talk then my dad yells,
"Send him in!" The wooden door on the opposite side of the room flys open and in comes a tall man with long black hair and a long black beard. He had green eyes, his hair is in a pony tail and he has two swords on his back. He walks over to us and my dad says,
"This is Duncan, a Gray Warden."
"Good evening your majesties, it's a pleasure to meet you," said Duncan. Arl Howe then jumps in exclaiming,
"Brice! You leave me at a disadvantage." Still in shock I stay silent
"Do say something pup," my dad says. I shake hands with Duncan as he says,
"What a pleasure to meet you."
"Trust me, the pleasure is all mine," I say trying to keep steady. My dad then begins to talk,
"Duncan is here to possibly recruit Sir Gilmore." I quickly jump in,
"Ah, Sir Gilmore will make a great Grey Warden."
"Well, if it was up to me I would pick y—."
"There will be no such thing!" My dad yells. Duncan realizes his mistake and quickly says,
"I meant nothing by it your majesty, I just meant that your sons a great warrior." My dad exhales and turns to me,
"Go find your brother, he's probably with his family." I say my goodbyes and leave shutting the wooden door behind me. I know my father wants me to find my brother, so I begin to walk to his room. About halfway there I come around a corner and Sir Gilmore starts running towards me a panic and says,
" your majesty, your hound has the kitchens in uproar and Nan's very angry."
We run to the kitchen and swing the door open and hear,
"GET THAT BLOODY DOG OUT MY LARDER NOW!"
Sir Gilmore then says,
"Calm down good women, we're here to help."
With no time to talk I run into the larder to find my Mabari hound Toby, has killed 10 enormous gray rats that I'm guessing are from the Kakari Wilds. His huge mouth covered in dark red blood, runs over to me and gives me a huge disgusting slobbery lick. He then runs in three circles and barks happily waging his tail.
"Good boy!" I say. We then walk back into the kitchen, Nan takes one good look at Toby and says,
"Damned dog, licking his chops after helping himself to the roast no doubt."
"Actually, he protected your larder from big gray rats," I say in reply.
"G-g-gray rats they be from the Kakari Wilds" Said one servant
"They'll eat you up they will." Warned the other
"Ah, now you've gone and scared the servants," Nan rolls her eyes at me and then yells, "Be gone now I've got work to do!"
Sir Gilmore leaves and I continue on my way. I take a right then a left and another right. As I walk down the long corridor containing pictures of my grandparents, I hear my mother come around a corner and say,
"Speaking of my sons here's my youngest now." She then glances over at me and says happily, "I'm sure you remember Lady Landra my dear." I nod and turn to Lady Landra and her two kids
"Yes, its a pleasure as always Lady Landra," I say in the nicest tone possible.
"Your too kind dear boy, didn't I spend half of your mothers spring salon shamelessly flirting with you? Her son then cuts in,
"In front of our entire family I might add."
"Yes, I was rather intoxicated that night," she says sheepishly. There is then a moment of awkward silence before her son says
"I think I shall retire to the study for now."
"I think I'll join you," Lady Landra says. My mother hugs me and continues to walk down the corridor leaving me alone in the massive hallway. By the time I finally make it to my brothers room it has felt like an eternity. I walk to the massive oak door and pull it open so that I can hear little Oren say,
"UNCLE, UNCLE, I hear that you will be in charge of the castle while everyone is gone."
"Yes Oren, it's true," I say.
"Will the castle be attacked? Will there be Dragons?" His mother cuts in to fast for me to answer saying,
"No Oren, dragons only exist in fairy tales."
Oren then quickly loses interest and turns to my big brother Adrian and says loudly,
"Pa, will you bring me back a sward?" My brother laughs then says,
"That's sword Oren, and I'll bring you back the mightiest sword I can find. Oren then begins yelling,
"TAKE THAT DIRE BUNNY, FEAR MY SWARD OF TRUTHINESS!" After he finishes I start to talk,
"I wish I could come with you brother."
"Me too, but you must have my back by staying here and protecting the castle," he says. I sigh then perk back up and say,
"I know, I know. Anyway I must get an early night, goodnight, Adrian." He wishes me good night and I head to my room and go to sleep. ROUF, ROUF, ROUF
"What is it boy?" ROUF, ROUF. KATHUMP, KATHUMP, EEEEEERCH.
"Sir, the castle is under att—

Boredom

I am bored and can't think of anything to write, but I just like to think of what I'll look like when I'm older. I think of cute guys. I think of hilarious inside jokes I made with my friends like three years ago and randomly burst out laughing. I wonder what my kids will look like or if I'll have kids. I think of reasons why he hasn't made a move yet. I think of how hungry I am. There is a whole world of imagination that I go to when I'm bored. It makes it not so boring.

My Demon Cat

Cats can be evil creatures. I happen to have a demon cat named Circi. She can be a sweetheart when she wants, but when we first got her she was malicious.

When we first met her in Petco, she was delightful, but as soon as we brought her home to our other cat, Panda, she showed her dark side. She would hiss at us, swat, bite, and sometimes attack us. When Circi met Panda, she would start to fight with him. Occasionally, she will still hiss or swat at him, but it is only when Panda is bothering her.

Although she went through her wicked stage, she is now a generally a sociable cat. Circi can be greedy as well, especially when she takes treats from Panda. She will rub against your leg when you're trying to read, just so you will scratch her. When you're drifting off to sleep, she will jump on your chest and dig her claws into your skin.

All of this it out of love, though.

A dream that made me miss the bus.

            Quietly, but loud enough, my mom's gentle voice rang in my ears, prying open my eyes.
            "Its time to get up for school."
             After confirming to my mom that I was awake, I ever so slowly rolled over trying to pry my dog and blanket off me. Watching me battle with my bed is like watching a turtle race a snail up a hill. Maybe I'm exaggerating, but let's just say it's not fast. After dressing and breakfast , I snatched my bag checking for everything. Finally I was out the door with my brother heading toward the bus stop. Today wasn't going so bad. I had time to hang out with my two-year-old sister and I'm on time for the bus. Chatting and joking with my brother, the bus rounded the corner grabbing my attention. Smiling to myself, I prepared to board the veichle when a voice boomed out sending me flying. The bus and all surroundings became smaller and smaller, until it faded away into a minuscule speck as I went tumbling into this dark abyss.

                  "How many times do I have to tell you?! It's seven thirty, you're going to miss the bus!"
                   Pondering how I dreamt all that, I forced my sore muscles to move as I lept out of my bed sending my covers flying and catching my little sister who was jumping on me. Shoveling down breakfast, I silently cursed me realistic dreams. Hastily throwing on clothes aimlessly, I realized  how terrible it would be to be late for my math test and ride to school with a tired and angry parent. Ignoring the impatient glances from my brother, I was out the door sprinting to the bus. I breathed a heavy sign of relief as the bus just rounded the corner. Trying to board the bus, my legs became led as I fell hanging onto a ledge (I have no idea how it got there, but I saw the bus dissolve into ash as I fell).

                   This time I didn't open my eyes. I knew exactly what was coming. Wincing as the words materialized in my ears, I reluctantly listened to my dad's disapproving  voice remarking dryly, "It's
seven forty five. You missed the bus." Groaning, I rolled out of bed contemplating on single thought. This is going to be a bad day.

Note: This is based on a true story.

Aren't you glad you didn't turn on the light

Realizing she would have to pull an all-nighter in order to prepare for tomorrow’s final exam, she commandeered the room in the basement of her dorm. Her roommate, Linda, liked to get to bed early, so she packed up everything she thought she would need and went downstairs to study . . . and study . . . and study some more.

It was two o’clock, when she realized that she’d left one of the textbooks upstairs on her bed. With a dramatic sigh, she rose, and climbed the stairs slowly to her third-floor dorm room.

The lights were dim in the long hallway, and the old boards creaked under her weary tread. She reached her room and turning the handle as softly as she could, pushing the door open just enough to slip inside, so that the hall lights wouldn’t wake her roommate.

The room was filled with a strange, metallic smell. She frowned a bit, her arms breaking out into chills. There was a strange feeling of malice in the room, as if a malevolent gaze were fixed upon her. It was a mind trick; the all-nighter was catching up with her.

 She could hear Linda breathing on the far side of the room—a heavy sound, almost as if she had been running. Linda must have picked up a cold during the last tense week before finals.

She crept along the wall until she reached her bed, groping among the covers for the stray history textbook. In the silence, she could hear a steady drip-drip-drip sound. She sighed silently. Facilities would have to come to fix the sink in the bathroom…again.

 Her fingers closed on the textbook. She picked it up softly and withdrew from the room as silently as she could.

Relieved to be out of the room, she hurried back downstairs, collapsed into an overstuffed chair and studied until six o’clock. She finally decided that enough was enough. If she slipped upstairs now, she could get a couple hours’ sleep before her nine o’clock exam.

The first of the sun’s rays were beaming through the windows as she slowly slid the door open, hoping not to awake Linda. Her nose was met by an earthy, metallic smell a second before her eyes registered the scene in her dorm room. Linda was spread-eagled on top of her bed against the far wall, her throat cut from ear to ear and her nightdress stained with blood. Two drops of blood fell from the saturated blanket with a drip-drip noise that sounded like a leaky faucet.
Scream after scream poured from her mouth, but she couldn’t stop herself any more than she could cease wringing her hands. All along the hallway, doors slammed and footsteps came running down the passage.

Within moments other students had gathered in her doorway, and one of her friends gripped her arm with a shaking hand and pointed a trembling finger toward the wall. Her eyes widened in shock at what she saw. Then she fainted into her friend’s arms.

On the wall above her bed, written in her roommate’s blood, were the words: “Aren’t you glad you didn’t turn on the light?”

Good morning

        Striding up to the big, red barn-like house of Robert Stilson, who is sitting in his garden admiring his view, you try to avoid eye contact hoping he does not recognize you and start a chinwag. Soon, you register that will not work and you will have to find a way to make this chit-chat go swiftly.

When he spots you he says, "Good morning. How do you do?"

       "Well, what a peculiar thing to say," you say, "What does good morning mean? Do you mean to say it is a good morning? If so I would have to contradict. It is a special morning. Some might even say it is a sublime morning or sensational. There is not a cloud in the sky, and it is not to hot and blistering nor cold and nippy."

       "Well I meant—" Robert stuttered before you cut him off.

       "Or do you mean it as a conversation starter? If so why do not just say 'Hi' or a fun thing like that? Or, even better, do you mean  as a 'Good morning, get lost' kind of thing? If that is true, please just be kind and tell me to leave," with that you walk off, making sure not to look back at your majorly confused mate.

Pikes Peak

The mountain of the Rockies dedicated to Manitou
Towering over our small town like a giant,
A serene, gentle giant.
A protective giant.
As time goes by, Pikes Peak still cradles us in its rocky arms,
Like a mother cradles her child.

Falling

I can't stop my leg from twitching
I can't stop the short breathing

But you say you can?

I can't stop my disgust from glancing
I can't stop the feelings from disappearing
   
But you say you can?

I can't stop my words from searching
I can't stop my tear from sliding
       
And you say you can?

             How.

Strange World (Chapter 1)

    I woke with a start. Where was I? I quickly scanned the area. I was on a beach with the whitest sand I've ever seen. I sifted it through my hands. There was something about it not normal, not from earth. I jumped up, it looked exactly like earth but different. Not different enough to tell, but you could just feel it.

     I saw a glint from the corner of my eye and turned towards it. When I turned, I saw the strangest thing I have ever seen. It looked like a crab with the eyes poked out of its head and the claws, but it was was a deep shade of green and it had two giant golden spikes coming out of its underbelly. They seemed to help propel the mutant crab forward. I slowly started toward the animal getting ever closer. When I finally reached the crab, I put my hand out and put my finger on it. It immediately burst into a giant ball of white light and gave off a pungent smell. I dashed away fear of it exploding, but it didn't. I glanced back down where the crab used to be and there stood some kind of ferret type creature with long back legs and normal front legs. I was beyond shocked at the fact at how it could change from one animal to another.
 
     I had a weird thought about a book I read when I was a child. It was titled Thy Maroon Bell and it had creatures called Nomæds which were animals, who were part of one's soul, that could change their animal manifestation with the person's childhood. A Nomæd represented the wild part of the soul and could not get too far away from the other part of the soul without perishing. Keeping that thought in mind, I walked away a few more feet. I had a pinging pain in my side that got worse and worse as I walked further away. I ran farther in fear that it was what I thought it was. Fortunately, the pain subsided in my side as I continued on. Suddenly, a screeching car came upon me so fast I didn't have time to react. I closed my eyes, knowing that I was about to meet a untimely demise. By some miracle the car seemed to pass right through me, but I knew that wasn't possible. Someone was looking out the window of the car quite strangely. I wasn't sure what he was looking at but I didn't care because I just now realized it wasn't a car I had ever seen. Where the doors should have been there was two rows of beads hanging from the roof of the car. I just thought Just another hippie car that's all. But as I looked closer I saw that they weren't beads at all they were living, writhing beetles. I stepped away from the horrific sight of hundreds of beetles on a string hanging from the roof of the red station wagon. I ran down the road in the opposite direction from that terrible image.

     I was walking down the road away from the beetle truck, hopefully towards the nearest city, to try and find someone who isn't a shape-shifting otherworldly mutant. When I finally saw the start of  city, it had been many hours and my feet and legs were aching with unrelenting pain. I walked over a dip and watched with astonishment as a massive skyscraper came to loom over me. I saw behind it that many more of these buildings were lined up. I walked into the closest one and scanned the room. It was a small reception area with a kindly looking women dressed in a gray blouse and a short, gray dress behind a wraparound desk going from wall to wall. I walked up to the woman and asked,
     "Where am I?" She replied in a monotone, almost robotic voice, saying,
     "Why you are in the great Aerotopolis, the capital of Fentanion. What can I do for you young traveler?" There was a question I was dying to ask but I left it and told her,
     "Nothing at the moment,"
     "Come back whenever!" I left the building feeling somewhat unaccomplished. Sure I had found where I was, but how does that help me?

I was lost. Completely lost.
  What a Strange World.

A Cat Companion

A cat companion.
Your best friend.
They say it's a dog,
But nobody can deny,
A CAT is a man's best friend!
You say they claw you,
You say they hate you,
Let ME tell you
Just scratch them in the right spot
Then you have a best friend.
They say cats have nine lives,
But they only have one,
So love your cat,
While you still have a chance.
<o,o>
u   u
u   u
   J

Nature

Misty carpets hang above me

The leafy giants encase my body in scents of natural perfume

The calls of wildlife invade my ears

Sticks crackle under the feet of laughing children

A thousand pine cones

A million smiles

One me

I am not alone but I feel isolated

Voices surround me but do not reach me

It's just me, a pen, and the dirt

Controlled Fantasy

It was how they controlled us

It was how they distracted us

It was how they made us happy

It was how they mislead us

                               I knew something was wrong

                                                                               We were too happy

                                                                                                    too controlled

                                                                                                          too distracted. 

Humans

Death, destruction
What has this world come to?
Everyday more death
Every news entry, half the country is destroyed
All because of humans.

Made To Run

I'm made to run
I am built for it
I have the energy for it
I have the passion for it
I have what it takes...

To Run

The One Thing A Child Fears

I don't know what I saw, but I never should've seen it.

What I had seen was something so terrible that I didn't think would ever happen. Just a day before my parents seemed happy as can be around each other. They had recently celebrated their 10th anniversary. But I later figured out that it wasn't their love for each other that separated them; it was money.

We were almost completely broke. This meant that my parents had to practically count every penny. I never got to have a Christmas full of toys and candy or a birthday with all of my many friends. This must've been taking a toll on them. It had to have been their biggest struggle.

I always thought their bond with each other would last a lifetime and beyond. They hardly ever got in fights.

But this time was different.

This time it lasted for hours. I could hear them yelling back and forth. I could hear the plates smash against the walls. I could hear the sobs. And I could hear their hatred. I didn't know what to do. Should I stay? Should I go? Really, the answer was simple.

I would run. I would go past the homes, into the streets, past the stores, and over that big hill. I never once looked back for I hadn't the strength and courage to do so. I didn't know if I was making the right decision.

I wasn't the problem, though. They were. I hadn't betrayed them. They betrayed me.

What hurt the most was that I knew it. I knew that this would become a divorce.

And it was happening to me. The one thing a child fears the most.

Forever Safe

the wind blowing through my hair

the sound of the trees' leaves rustling

this pleasant sight I do share

the mountains surrounding me

the soft grass finds my fingertips

forever safe I will be

Annador, chapter five

Willow’s shadow glided across the floor, mimicking her every move in the woeful light. Above her, looming just out of reach, shadows cast by branches budding with foliage flicked over a grate.The girl watched the shadows flicker across the floor, admiring the shifting patterns, like the flames which writhed in the fireplace of her room. Willow, the princess of Annador, smiled sadly. Her kingdom had been conquered, and she and her family had been taken prisoner in Ondalina, a neighboring kingdom. A few hours ago, Willow had been taken from this concrete cell to speak with Raymond the fourth, king of Ondalina. The past meeting had left her equally bewildered and terrified.

A whirring noise alerted Willow to the opening door of her cell. The same guard, who had brought her to meet the King, was back again. This time, though, he was not alone. In the grip of his piggy fists, which Willow knew only too well, a tall, lanky woman leaned, matted brown hair dangling from her head limply. Dark, angry eyes glared forlornly from deep eye sockets, with slim eyebrows arched above. Her slim, flat body slouched reproachfully against the bulky guard. Willow glanced up at the guard in surprise, but he said nothing, just shoved the woman in, and the door slid shut, thudding ominously.

As the woman glared at her, Willow stiffened. Whoever she is, she already hates me. Self consciously running her fingers through her coppery hair, the princess adopted a regal pose, straightening her sore back, and crossed her arms. Willow observed the woman warily: her angry brown eyes, her defiant posture, and her indignant mein. A scowl narrowed her eyes and puckered her mouth. After a few minutes, Willow finally gave in, breaking the tense silence.

“Willow.” She blurted. The woman turned her hard gaze to her. “My name’s Willow. What’s yours?”

“Lana.”

This story will be continued in chapter six of Annador. Thanks for reading!

His Savior

He never knew what it was like; to be what he always wanted to be was unfathomable. He had never not been nit picky and aware. He, himself, had known this along with everyone else. People said he was 'too aware for his own good,' but of course he knows this. It's another fault of his, another curse. He was so sure everything about him was no good. No matter what happened, what he tried to do, he couldn't shake the thoughts off. He only found a peaceful, euphoric bliss while he was asleep or with him. Alec Varez. He was an escape, he was everything good. He never doubted when they were together. And if he ever did doubt anything, anything at all, Alec would always get through to him and give him reassurance that it will all be okay. He could make the bad thoughts good. Zach could only experience love around Alec. To him it was new, but it was also very, very good.

Rebecca's Diary (Pt. 2)

October  9th 2010

Children's birthdays are always supposed to be happy, but lately all they have brought to me is a great sorrow. No one seems to notice my birthday, ever since they turned it into an anniversary for my mother. It doesn't bother me though. I don't deserve that attention. It's been a year now, but I still can't  forgive myself. My Dad says it isn't my fault, but that it was the man driving the bus's fault. I find it funny how I can forgive the man for not seeing my mom on her bicycle, but I can't forgive myself for keeping her from the store the night before. I've tried counselors, but none of them have helped. They all tell me that death is natural and that healing takes time, but when you've lost someone like I have you come to find out that.......

Some scars are permanent.

The Majestic Magical Marvelous Magnificent Maroon Mysterious Motorized Mechanical Mustache-Making Machine Made In Maine

      Hello, my name is Billy and today I will be taking you on a trip to show you what happens inside of the Majestic Magical Marvelous Magnificent Maroon Mysterious Motorized Mechanical Mustache Making Machine Made in Maine. First off, at the front of the machine is a small chamber where you put a mouse. The chamber is a 3 inch by 3 inch cube with 47 air holes. A treadmill would start under its feet and have it run for 47 minutes and 38 seconds. This made the mouse sweaty, just enough to dampen its fur.

      Next, the mouse will be pushed into a bigger box with 61 air holes. Then a robotic hand, holding a comb, comes down and combs each hair of the mouse individually. As it combed a hair it would count out 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26 etc. Once it combed all of the hairs, a spray bottle would come down and spray the mouse with water, because it dried out from all of the hair combing.

      The third box is 2 inches by 2 cm. The box had 371 air holes. In there the mouse would get a massage, so it would get less tense. A hand would come down from the top of the box and it would massage each muscle one by one. It would also say the name of the muscle out loud. It would go: Biceps Brachii, Frontalis, Gracilis, Iliacus, Deltoid, Soleus, etc. Once it was done, a hand holding a spray bottle would descend and spray the mouse with water, because it would get dried out from all of the massaging.

      It would then be transferred to a fourth box that is 76 feet by 76 feet. The box would have four air holes, each the size of flies. From the top of the box, a hand would come down and pick up the mouse from its tail. The hand would then gently shake the mouse 12 times to get as many hairs off as possible. If there were still hair on the mouse, a different hand would come down and shave the mouse of the extra hair. Now that they had the mouse hair, they would have no use for the mouse, so they would release it into a zoo enclosure with a crying pumpkin.

      Now, in the final box, The Majestic Magical Marvelous Magnificent Maroon Mysterious Motorized Mechanical Mustache-Making Machine Made In Maine would arrange the hairs so they were all separated by one inch and they were all facing outside. At the other end of the box there was a hole for a man to stick his face in. A long funnel would run from where all of the hairs were and funnel down to the man's upper lip. The Majestic Magical Marvelous Magnificent Maroon Mysterious Motorized Mechanical Mustache-Making Machine Made In Maine would shoot the hairs down the funnel and into the man's upper lip. The man could then leave and the entire process would start again. My name is Billy and thank you for joining me on this adventure. Thank you and goodnight.

Rebecca's Diary (Pt.1)

October  8, 2010.

Most children tend to grow up with their lives full of love and laughter. I guess my life started alright, but that all changed at the age of nine when my mother died. You see, I live in a small, quiet town called Rodger's Valley. The town is so boring that the biggest news headline ever was,"Nora Davis, local mom, is having twins." But then the one day something worth writing about happened, and of course it was on my birthday, just my luck. It was October eighth, and I was there in my house playing sheriff with my dad. My mother had just finished putting up decorations when she yelled from the living room," I am going to go to the store to pick up a cake. I'll be back in an hour. I love you, Rebecca", my mother said with such a forgiving smile. Nothing.... I said nothing, no I love you, no see you later. I said nothing. And all because of a stupid fight.

 Little did I know these three simple but loving words would be her last.