Chapter Four
The Valley of Suffering
A deathly silent sensation crept over Serelana as she stepped along the stone path that lay only a few elf-lengths from the ridge of the Valley of Suffering. Although the customary sounds of birds and crickets had been present on the ledge, the closer they got to the valley the eerier and quieter it became.
“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”
Alamyre sighed with fake exasperation. “Of course! We don’t go anywhere near the Valley of Suffering, we just have a quick look around, and then we leave if we don’t find the guy. Ok?”
“Ok.” Serelana glanced around. “How will we ever find him?”
Alamyre was about to answer when a frantic sound came from the trees. “No! The night of the rising! The rising! Danger!”
“As you were saying?” Alamyre inquired sarcastically, then bounded after the sound with Serelana following. The entered a very small glade of trees that was only half-lit by the moon. The branches were dark silhouettes against the inky sky. The two elves peered at a hunched figure a few elf-lengths away, murmuring inaudible things. Serelana cleared her throat. “Er—excuse me? We’re wondering…wondering about the battles beyond that meadows. You wouldn’t happen to know who we’re at war with, would you?”
“Or if the dragons are helping?” Alamyre added, her eyes sparkling.
The murmurs continued for a moment, then they stopped and the figure snapped upright abruptly. A pair of huge, swirling eyes sliced through the shadows, as they morphed back and forth from dark green to light amber. “No! The Valley of Suffering! The rising! The danger! Go; hurry, before it’s too late!” Serelana stifled a scream as they eyes seemed to move closer, entrancing her with their glare. Then Alamyre jerked her arm and they fled, hearing the prophetic wails of fear after them.
“W-what do you think he meant by the ‘rising’?” Alamyre said nervously as their long legs matched strides.
“I don’t know, and I’m certain that I don’t want to find out!” Serelana replied. “Let’s just go!”
Serelana was just beginning to hope that they’d make it to the hill when a rasping noise clawed its way from the ominous valley. Alamyre froze and stared at the darkness. Willing herself to remain calm, Serelana followed her friend’s gaze and quickly lost control of those feelings.
Long, dark claws of shadow curled up from the valley. An eerie, mournful wailing circulated up and formed a tornado of pain around the girls, immobilizing them. Serelana shrieked as a glinting pair of eyes appeared from the darkness. The twin points of devilish evil flitted from her to Alamyre, and then they enlarged and seemed to suck the elves up in a whirlwind of noise, fear, and anger. Serelana felt the breath knocked from her body just before blackness doused her senses.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Sorry
Okay, I'm sorry for not keeping up on posts. I'll post my next WIAPT chapter now, but the joke and story I'll just do offhand, not every week. Sorry.
Chapter Three
Journey into Danger
Serelana watched the group break up and go their separate ways after the breath-taking song. Alamyre sat beside her on the hillcrest, cradling her knees to her chin as they inhaled the cool night air. “I wonder where your parents are.” She remarked casually. Serelana blinked her green eyes. Alamyre had parents at least, although she never spoke of them much. Whether they loved her or not was another question entirely. The two elves rarely conversed with Alamyre and her older brother, portraying an egotistical air.
“I’d just like to know who they’re battling. Are they safe? What kind of powers does this other side have? I mean, it’s real unnerving.”
Alamyre nodded without turning her head. “What’s this war all about anyway? I wish we could find out why everyone is fighting. I heard a rumor that even the dragons are involved.”
“You’re crazy; the dragons haven’t cooperated with us since…since…when?”
“Since never. Still though, it’s worth thinking about.” Alamyre sighed, then her eyes lit up and she turned to her friend. “I bet I know how we could find out! My father once told my mother that he had crossed paths with a creature who raved about such things.”
“Creature?”
“Yes, er, something like that. Nothing harmful, I’m sure.”
“Where was it that your father met him?”
“Erm…well, it was…”
“Spit it out, Alamyre.”
“On the west ridge of the Valley of Suffering.”
“WHAT? You have got to be kidding me. You want to go down there? That’s forbidden! You know the only ones who live there are the once who are banished from the Elven Meadows! And you want us-- me to go chasing after some rumored…thing?!” Serelana set her jaw firmly. “No way.”
“Oh come on, be a sport. We don’t even have to go in, you heard me; it was along the west ridge. We can just go down and come right back. Easy! Besides, you want to know where you parents are, don’t you?” Alamyre pleaded with Serelana for many more minutes, her eyes a swirl of amber and dark purple. Serelana stubbornly refused, but then she glanced down and saw the desire in her friend’s deep eyes, and grumbled, “Oh, alright, but we do not go in, understand?” Alamyre grinned, showing her pearly white teeth that were perfectly straight. “Great! When shall we go?”
“Oh…tonight I guess. Will your parents be up?”
“Nah, they don’t last past the moon’s half-climax.”
“Fine then, meet me here at the three-quarter climax.” Serelana nodded as the two elves parted. As she bounded home on silent feet, she groaned. “I hope I know what I’m doing.”
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A chilly night breeze buffeted the small oaken hollow as Serelana stuffed a few essentials into her plant-woven pack by the silvery moonbeam light. A piece of what the Northerners called ‘Parien fruit’, a morsel with a slightly sour tang. Then some seasoned rolls, a rope, a hair band made of grasses, and one last item that Serelana had never taken from its home. A Periah flower, with a pink-purple hue that had been given to Serelana from her mother. The flower contained a small amount of magic, something Serelana had never dealt with, and the magic had not only kept the flower from wilting, but it was supposedly good luck.
Serelana tucked the flower into her bag and reached into a small maple cupboard that she kept in her little hollow. From it she drew the long, billowing brown cloak that her father had given her before he left. “Every time you wear it,” he had said, “you will feel my warm embrace.” Serelana clutched the soft folds to her body and could imagine her father’s long arms wrapping around her. Freeing herself from the spell and stuffing the cloak in her pack, she slung t over her should and tiptoed down the weaving branches, stopping to whisper, “I’m sorry Rinana.”
The moon was only a few more minutes away from reaching its three-quarter cycle as Serelana bounded across the hill-filled meadows. As she reached the crest of the hill once more, she marveled at how different the Circle of Music looked without the setting sun shining on it.
“Psssst!”
“I’m coming, I’m coming.” Serelana slid down the embankment and crept into the cave that the crest made. Alamyre’s light pink eyes shone at her from the dark. “You ready?”
“As ready as I could ever be for what we’re about to do.”
“Don’t be so skeptical. Come on!” Alamyre tugged at her friend’s arm and Serelana reluctantly followed until they stood under the moon. Without a word, they began running northwest. The trees, tall, dark, and swaying in the wind, sped by as a blur when Serelana and Alamyre ran their fullest. The moon seemed to be getting ever closer. The two elves reached the bottom of a large hill, and began working their way up to the top. It was no hard task for them. As they reached the top, Serelana peered over and caught her breath. Below them lay a vast expanse of grass, and just beyond that, foreboding, leafless trees stood erect in a long oval shape. Inside the space they formed, was an abyss. It was dark, with no moonlight illuminating it, although moonlight touched everywhere else. The shadows of the trees melted into nothing, their white bark glowing eerily in the light.
Serelana gulped.
Chapter Three
Journey into Danger
Serelana watched the group break up and go their separate ways after the breath-taking song. Alamyre sat beside her on the hillcrest, cradling her knees to her chin as they inhaled the cool night air. “I wonder where your parents are.” She remarked casually. Serelana blinked her green eyes. Alamyre had parents at least, although she never spoke of them much. Whether they loved her or not was another question entirely. The two elves rarely conversed with Alamyre and her older brother, portraying an egotistical air.
“I’d just like to know who they’re battling. Are they safe? What kind of powers does this other side have? I mean, it’s real unnerving.”
Alamyre nodded without turning her head. “What’s this war all about anyway? I wish we could find out why everyone is fighting. I heard a rumor that even the dragons are involved.”
“You’re crazy; the dragons haven’t cooperated with us since…since…when?”
“Since never. Still though, it’s worth thinking about.” Alamyre sighed, then her eyes lit up and she turned to her friend. “I bet I know how we could find out! My father once told my mother that he had crossed paths with a creature who raved about such things.”
“Creature?”
“Yes, er, something like that. Nothing harmful, I’m sure.”
“Where was it that your father met him?”
“Erm…well, it was…”
“Spit it out, Alamyre.”
“On the west ridge of the Valley of Suffering.”
“WHAT? You have got to be kidding me. You want to go down there? That’s forbidden! You know the only ones who live there are the once who are banished from the Elven Meadows! And you want us-- me to go chasing after some rumored…thing?!” Serelana set her jaw firmly. “No way.”
“Oh come on, be a sport. We don’t even have to go in, you heard me; it was along the west ridge. We can just go down and come right back. Easy! Besides, you want to know where you parents are, don’t you?” Alamyre pleaded with Serelana for many more minutes, her eyes a swirl of amber and dark purple. Serelana stubbornly refused, but then she glanced down and saw the desire in her friend’s deep eyes, and grumbled, “Oh, alright, but we do not go in, understand?” Alamyre grinned, showing her pearly white teeth that were perfectly straight. “Great! When shall we go?”
“Oh…tonight I guess. Will your parents be up?”
“Nah, they don’t last past the moon’s half-climax.”
“Fine then, meet me here at the three-quarter climax.” Serelana nodded as the two elves parted. As she bounded home on silent feet, she groaned. “I hope I know what I’m doing.”
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A chilly night breeze buffeted the small oaken hollow as Serelana stuffed a few essentials into her plant-woven pack by the silvery moonbeam light. A piece of what the Northerners called ‘Parien fruit’, a morsel with a slightly sour tang. Then some seasoned rolls, a rope, a hair band made of grasses, and one last item that Serelana had never taken from its home. A Periah flower, with a pink-purple hue that had been given to Serelana from her mother. The flower contained a small amount of magic, something Serelana had never dealt with, and the magic had not only kept the flower from wilting, but it was supposedly good luck.
Serelana tucked the flower into her bag and reached into a small maple cupboard that she kept in her little hollow. From it she drew the long, billowing brown cloak that her father had given her before he left. “Every time you wear it,” he had said, “you will feel my warm embrace.” Serelana clutched the soft folds to her body and could imagine her father’s long arms wrapping around her. Freeing herself from the spell and stuffing the cloak in her pack, she slung t over her should and tiptoed down the weaving branches, stopping to whisper, “I’m sorry Rinana.”
The moon was only a few more minutes away from reaching its three-quarter cycle as Serelana bounded across the hill-filled meadows. As she reached the crest of the hill once more, she marveled at how different the Circle of Music looked without the setting sun shining on it.
“Psssst!”
“I’m coming, I’m coming.” Serelana slid down the embankment and crept into the cave that the crest made. Alamyre’s light pink eyes shone at her from the dark. “You ready?”
“As ready as I could ever be for what we’re about to do.”
“Don’t be so skeptical. Come on!” Alamyre tugged at her friend’s arm and Serelana reluctantly followed until they stood under the moon. Without a word, they began running northwest. The trees, tall, dark, and swaying in the wind, sped by as a blur when Serelana and Alamyre ran their fullest. The moon seemed to be getting ever closer. The two elves reached the bottom of a large hill, and began working their way up to the top. It was no hard task for them. As they reached the top, Serelana peered over and caught her breath. Below them lay a vast expanse of grass, and just beyond that, foreboding, leafless trees stood erect in a long oval shape. Inside the space they formed, was an abyss. It was dark, with no moonlight illuminating it, although moonlight touched everywhere else. The shadows of the trees melted into nothing, their white bark glowing eerily in the light.
Serelana gulped.
Monday, June 15, 2009
Comics
Okay, so I guess I'll change my name to Flamestar or Firestar. That's seriously wierd, but...
My profile
I redid my profile, so check it out. Also, my name now is Flamestar, or the Black Widow. Yes, the Black Widow is not very popular and some of you might not know who she even is. She's a Marvel comic hero with red hair (I might as well confess, everyone knows except Jared Loucks and vickychick), and green eyes (darn) who teams with Captain America, Spiderman, Thor, and...other people. So she's my new alias.
Edited later:
Never mind, the Black Widow is too much of a gangster. I'm either Firestar, Phoenix(not as in the blogger, as in the superhero), or...yeah.
Edited later:
Never mind, the Black Widow is too much of a gangster. I'm either Firestar, Phoenix(not as in the blogger, as in the superhero), or...yeah.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
All links
On second thought, here's the link to all the "Hi I'm a Marvel..." stuff. Watch them all, they're hilarious. And they have no bad language, which is especially nice.
http://www.youtube.com/results?search_type=&search_query=hi+i%27m+a+marvel...and+i%27m+a+dc&aq=0&oq=Hi%2C+I%27m+a+M
http://www.youtube.com/results?search_type=&search_query=hi+i%27m+a+marvel...and+i%27m+a+dc&aq=0&oq=Hi%2C+I%27m+a+M
Spiderman vs. Batman
Unfortunately I couldn't firgure out how to post a youtube video, so here's the link the a Spiderman/Batman arguement. It's clean and it's hilarious. There are many others of this 'Hi I'm a Marvel and I'm a dc' series, so watch some others! They all rock. lol
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=azGhHh9mV_Q
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=azGhHh9mV_Q
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Prayer Request
Speaking of cancer...:o(
I bet some of you have heard of Sydney Ives. She's a ten year old girl diagnosed with brain cancer, and though it looked like she was getting better for a while, the doctors have now given her 2-3 weeks to live. Her aunt goes to my church and is my Sunday school teacher. They're having a really hard time with it. Sydney was named Icehog for a day, taken to Six Flags America, and given a puppy, all things she wanted to do. She says she is ready to die and be with Jesus, so please pray that her family would recieve her peace and that maybe, God would do a miracle.
I bet some of you have heard of Sydney Ives. She's a ten year old girl diagnosed with brain cancer, and though it looked like she was getting better for a while, the doctors have now given her 2-3 weeks to live. Her aunt goes to my church and is my Sunday school teacher. They're having a really hard time with it. Sydney was named Icehog for a day, taken to Six Flags America, and given a puppy, all things she wanted to do. She says she is ready to die and be with Jesus, so please pray that her family would recieve her peace and that maybe, God would do a miracle.
Friday, May 22, 2009
Stuff of the Week
Chapter Two
The Circle of Music
The Circle of Music
Serelana gazed at the setting sun with swirling dark blue eyes. Her hair fell across her slim, finely chiseled face. The young elf did not think she was pretty. But in truth, with the pink light of the sun setting her face aglow, she looked like a princess. Her hair, through it had not been washed recently, fell over her shoulders in a golden waterfall. A few stray fronds were circled over her pointed ears. Her skin, as the sun shone down on it frequently, was of a creamy light tan, not too dark for her hair, but not to light either.
Serelana took a step over the crest of the hill until she could see what was below her. And although she had seen the same sight once every moon-day since she had been conceived, it yet took her breath away.
Scores of tall, green-clad elves stood in a circle. In the middle of the circle was an elegant chair carved from pine wood. The decorations were that of elven princes, evil creatures, and stunning princesses. Sitting on the throne-like seat was the Lord of Lyres. Serelana’s eyes riveted on his rich green cloak that fell like a graceful waterfall over his slender body. His face was thin and noble-looking, and a pair of warm eyes roved the clearing.
But the elves were only half of what dazzled Serelana. In each one’s hand was a finely tuned, golden lyre. The instruments glistened in the setting sun, reflecting all colors of red, pink, yellow, and orange. Their silver strings vibrated like the ripples of a lake.
A young elven youth peered up from the crowd and spotted Serelana, then bounded up the cliff with her long legs. “Serelana!”
“Alamyre! There you are!”
The girl called Alamyre reached the cliff, bringing with her the scent of flowers, grass, and the sun. She snaked her arm around Serelana’s and chirped, “Isn’t this beautiful?”
“I love watching it.” Serelana glanced at her best friend, whose flaming red hair always seemed to be in perfect waves down her back. Alamyre’s cream-colored complexion was the envy of every elf maiden, except Serelana. The golden-locked elf paid hardly any attention to her looks, and therefore envied other things, such as athletic skills and strength.
Alamyre turned and fixed Serelana with her sparkling emerald eyes and tugged on her arm lightly. “I think Viciin is ready to start.” The elven girl motioned to where the Lord of Lyres rose regally from his throne and raised his arms up elegantly. Immediately everyone was quiet. Alamyre and Serelana scurried down the crest of the hill into the crowd, where they crouched on the edge with the others who had come merely to listen.
“Noble elves!” Viciin voice boomed through the clearing, and as Serelana looked up she realized that his lips were still. He’s talking to us through our minds! Serelana gulped. An elf like Viciin would never tamper with the thoughts of others, but it still made her nervous that he had access to her private feelings and desires.
“This day we have assembled on the hill, as is customary every round of the moon. Tonight, the moon is full,” Viciin gestured to where an orb of silver had begun to climb in the sky, “and elves from our fair meadows are here to begin the twilight song. The song that lays the mother bird to rest. The song that lulls the chirp of a cricket. The song that draws the moon from her cove and sets her free to bathe us with her enchanting light.” Viciin’s voice deepened. “We gather to strum on the lyres!” Serelana closed her eyes as a faint thrum of music began to rise.
“We gather to make elven music!”
The thrum grew louder, filling everyone in the clearing with the steady rhythm.
“We gather to… sing!” Viciin let his tone skyrocket to its limit, and the hum of the music climbed upward rapidly. Serelana lifted her eyelids in bliss. The music touched her inner being, throbbing, caressing, lilting, as it radiated from the hill and into the forest beyond. It seemed to move on its own, each crystallized note sounding clear and pristine in the air. Just when the elf thought that if she were any fuller of it, she would explode for joy, the male elves began joining their voices. The deep, almost eerie song mingled with the lyre notes and seemed to burst the limit. Then the women took part, their soft voices adding the unconceivable perfection to the song. Serelana swayed in her stance with happiness. Her eyes sparkled of a light blue hue as she gazed at the setting sun, and for the first time since her parents had left her as a child, she felt truly and irrevocably happy.
Joke of the Week
Three blondes were trapped in the desert, walking around and trying to find a way out. One of them finds a magic lamp and rubs it, and out pops a gene. "I will give you each one wish", the gene boomed. the first blonde wished to be smart, so the gene made her a brunette. the second blonde wished to be even smarter, so the gene made her a redhead. The third blonde wish to be smarter than the brunette and redhead put together, so the gene turned her into an...*ugh*...man.
Told ya' it was a guy joke. Hated telling it...NOT true, by the way.
Story of the Week
Ummerererer...garr...here's one from our church, a "GOD" story.
A man at our church was diagnosed with colon cancer. It was completely unexpected and a huge shock; this man was merely in his fifties and very healthy. He was given one to two years to live. Everyone prayed and fasted. This man was a very, VERY true Christian, and he told everyone he was ready if God called him. He worked with orphans, rescue missions, and mission trips everywhere, and the work he accomplished in God's name was amazing. He developed double vision as a side effect of his cancer, and he lost his appetite. The doctors said he was destined for death.
Then, one night, this man woke up in the middle of the night and his double vision had improved. He went back to bed, and woke up again and it was gone. The next day he visited the doctors, and when they scanned his body they found NO TRACE of the illness. Even the tentacles were gone. What had been stage four cancer is now completely vanished, and God has done a miracle.
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Elf Story
Well, it's four votes for the elf story and none for the mermaid story, so it's pretty much decided. Trash Kesara, enter the Evlen Meadows! Don't ask me WHY it's called 'A World in a Pine Tree'; when I began the story it was pure inspiration, and the name stuck. It has nothing to do with pines or whatnot, but it's something I can refer to the script by.
Elven eye colors:
Light green: Content
Medium Green: Weepy
Dark Green: Mysterious
Light Blue: Joyful
Medium Blue: Slightly unsteady or nervous
Dark Blue: Longing
Light purple: Sinister
Medium Purple: Romantic
Dark Purple: Disgusted
Light Amber: Terrified
Medium Amber: Wistful
Dark Amber: Hurt/Offended deeply
Light Pink: Energized
Medium Pink: Angry
Hot Pink: A stage of smoldering fury, hot enough to burn or even mortally
wound the elf entertaining it. It is an extremely rare circumstance that elves feel this anger.
Prologue
In a clearing shrouded by unnatural mist, a creature stood hunched over in agony. Its silhouette could scarcely be seen in the moonless night. No owls hooted, no wolves howled. The only sound was the sound of a strange, bitter weeping.
The creature clutched a pair of bony hand-like objects to its torso and sent out a magical transmission from its brain into the cloudy night. The words, not spoken, but heard, echoed around the Valley of Suffering. Hearing the feeble, heart-wrenching cry, in mere moments more forms appeared on the hills circling the valley. They raised their strangely toned heads and emitted high-pitched sounds of no explainable emotion. The creature in the valley raised its head slowly, and in a pair of murky eyes shone the deepest hatred ever imagined. Far away, the surface of a legendary watching pool began to stir.
Chapter One
Sunlight Golden, Sunlight Yellow
Serelana galloped over the vibrant green hills, her long legs causing her to flash by in a blur. The young girl reached down with a white-skinned slender arm and ran it along the turf. When she returned it to her side, a jumble of Periahs, the sky-blue and lavender swirled cup-like flowers that dotted the greenery, were clutched in it. The elf laughed; a merry, chiming sound that rang under the brilliant sun.
Not far away through a porthole in a knotted old oak, a middle-aged maiden carefully tilted the fire-stick where brown nuts dangled by a thread, roasting them to a warm deliciousness. The woman straightened and wiped her equally brown hands on her homey apron and began humming a bouncy tune. Her eyes, chocolate brown and warm, were set in a slightly lighter shade of gentle face. Her hair was neatly compacted in a worn piece of fabric that tied it up each day. As the little tune she entertained hit the air, it took on words.
Roasting nuts on toasty fires
While elves in the distance string on lyres
Sunlight golden, sunlight yellow
Flowers bright and flowers mellow
Whilst elven children run and play
My world is perfect this fine day
The fire crackled warningly and the woman removed the nuts quickly, allowing them to roll off the stick into a clay bowl. Suddenly a whoosh of breeze buffeted the little hollow and Serelana was at the doorway, luminous green eyes sparkling and golden hair falling over her shoulders. She stalked in and fingered one of the sprigs of Periah vines that wound around a cream-colored candle. “What’s for the noonday meal Rinana?” Rinana bustled about, reaching into a cupboard built into the oak wood for a dish and answered, “See for yourself!”
Serelana walked jauntily up to the table and inhaled the scent. “Mmmm!” The spread on the table was fantastic. Fresh Ziggian leaves, a plant that had a tangy, sweet flavor, in a salad of boiled roots. A fish, seasoned with Periah (the main staple in many decorations and foods) petals, still sizzling from the fire, was stretched out. A fruit salad also presided. Many of the fruits were profits of trades made with the Northern Region natives. There were multiple seasonings spread across the table. A bowl of the tasty brown nuts was for desert, along with a bowl of sweet cream that had been sucked from the rare Cornilda flower. Serelana licked her lips with a surprisingly pink tongue as Rinana scolded, “Now go wash up, you’ve been scooting around the fields all day and look a mess!”
“Rinana, this is what I prefer to look like!”
“Nonsense. This very second, now go!” Rinana’s eyes, kind but firm, turned on Serelana and she reluctantly obliged, not wanting anything to ruin this exceptionally perfect day. Leaping out of the tree with her lithe body and landing soundlessly on the cool grass, Serelana waded into the little brook that ran along nearby. The water was cool and refreshing on her skin as she scooped some with her hands and splashed it on a smudged face. The young maiden’s green eyes faded to light blue, as they were accustomed to do when she was joyfully content. And seldom was she.
The elven girl rarely had anything to be content about. Her parents were both off battling an unknown force that no one mentioned or agreed to let her in on. All she had been able to pick up was that it was threatening her home dearly. That was the trouble with the Elven Meadows, she often pouted, the security was too tight for her to learn anything of her parents’ whereabouts. But Serelana was considerably lucky in having Rinana around to care for her. The wonderful old woman was a friend of her father’s, and had readily packed up her meager belongings and moved to the old oak tree.
Serelana’s eyes deepened in their blue shade as she wove between the slender branches, her elven body moving like twine. Her blonde-golden hair was thick and bouncy, and she swiped it from her face as she entered the little house. Rinana plopped and clay plate of succulent foods in front of her and the young elf’s eyes sparkled as she sat down cross-legged on a cushion made from intricately woven grasses; the elves refused to hunt for anything other than food, therefore the beds and seats were anything but animal hide. Serelana smacked her lips in enjoyment after downing the cream and brought her head up with a white smear on her chin.
“That was delicious Rinana!”
The old elf’s eyes glowed as she replied briskly, “Thank you. Now, hurry up and go or you’ll miss the twilight lyres!”
“Alright, I’m going.” Serelana adjusted her green tunic and earthy brown leggings before skipping out the porthole in a flash of blonde hair and twinkling eyes. Rinana listened for any noise, but the elven maiden made no sound as she bounded across the hill and over the crest, heading for the Circle of Music.
A World in a Pine Tree
Copyright © 2009 by FLAMESTAR(ad-libbed fro my real name)
All rights reserved
Copyright © 2009 by FLAMESTAR(ad-libbed fro my real name)
All rights reserved
Elven eye colors:
Light green: Content
Medium Green: Weepy
Dark Green: Mysterious
Light Blue: Joyful
Medium Blue: Slightly unsteady or nervous
Dark Blue: Longing
Light purple: Sinister
Medium Purple: Romantic
Dark Purple: Disgusted
Light Amber: Terrified
Medium Amber: Wistful
Dark Amber: Hurt/Offended deeply
Light Pink: Energized
Medium Pink: Angry
Hot Pink: A stage of smoldering fury, hot enough to burn or even mortally
wound the elf entertaining it. It is an extremely rare circumstance that elves feel this anger.
Prologue
In a clearing shrouded by unnatural mist, a creature stood hunched over in agony. Its silhouette could scarcely be seen in the moonless night. No owls hooted, no wolves howled. The only sound was the sound of a strange, bitter weeping.
The creature clutched a pair of bony hand-like objects to its torso and sent out a magical transmission from its brain into the cloudy night. The words, not spoken, but heard, echoed around the Valley of Suffering. Hearing the feeble, heart-wrenching cry, in mere moments more forms appeared on the hills circling the valley. They raised their strangely toned heads and emitted high-pitched sounds of no explainable emotion. The creature in the valley raised its head slowly, and in a pair of murky eyes shone the deepest hatred ever imagined. Far away, the surface of a legendary watching pool began to stir.
Chapter One
Sunlight Golden, Sunlight Yellow
Serelana galloped over the vibrant green hills, her long legs causing her to flash by in a blur. The young girl reached down with a white-skinned slender arm and ran it along the turf. When she returned it to her side, a jumble of Periahs, the sky-blue and lavender swirled cup-like flowers that dotted the greenery, were clutched in it. The elf laughed; a merry, chiming sound that rang under the brilliant sun.
Not far away through a porthole in a knotted old oak, a middle-aged maiden carefully tilted the fire-stick where brown nuts dangled by a thread, roasting them to a warm deliciousness. The woman straightened and wiped her equally brown hands on her homey apron and began humming a bouncy tune. Her eyes, chocolate brown and warm, were set in a slightly lighter shade of gentle face. Her hair was neatly compacted in a worn piece of fabric that tied it up each day. As the little tune she entertained hit the air, it took on words.
Roasting nuts on toasty fires
While elves in the distance string on lyres
Sunlight golden, sunlight yellow
Flowers bright and flowers mellow
Whilst elven children run and play
My world is perfect this fine day
The fire crackled warningly and the woman removed the nuts quickly, allowing them to roll off the stick into a clay bowl. Suddenly a whoosh of breeze buffeted the little hollow and Serelana was at the doorway, luminous green eyes sparkling and golden hair falling over her shoulders. She stalked in and fingered one of the sprigs of Periah vines that wound around a cream-colored candle. “What’s for the noonday meal Rinana?” Rinana bustled about, reaching into a cupboard built into the oak wood for a dish and answered, “See for yourself!”
Serelana walked jauntily up to the table and inhaled the scent. “Mmmm!” The spread on the table was fantastic. Fresh Ziggian leaves, a plant that had a tangy, sweet flavor, in a salad of boiled roots. A fish, seasoned with Periah (the main staple in many decorations and foods) petals, still sizzling from the fire, was stretched out. A fruit salad also presided. Many of the fruits were profits of trades made with the Northern Region natives. There were multiple seasonings spread across the table. A bowl of the tasty brown nuts was for desert, along with a bowl of sweet cream that had been sucked from the rare Cornilda flower. Serelana licked her lips with a surprisingly pink tongue as Rinana scolded, “Now go wash up, you’ve been scooting around the fields all day and look a mess!”
“Rinana, this is what I prefer to look like!”
“Nonsense. This very second, now go!” Rinana’s eyes, kind but firm, turned on Serelana and she reluctantly obliged, not wanting anything to ruin this exceptionally perfect day. Leaping out of the tree with her lithe body and landing soundlessly on the cool grass, Serelana waded into the little brook that ran along nearby. The water was cool and refreshing on her skin as she scooped some with her hands and splashed it on a smudged face. The young maiden’s green eyes faded to light blue, as they were accustomed to do when she was joyfully content. And seldom was she.
The elven girl rarely had anything to be content about. Her parents were both off battling an unknown force that no one mentioned or agreed to let her in on. All she had been able to pick up was that it was threatening her home dearly. That was the trouble with the Elven Meadows, she often pouted, the security was too tight for her to learn anything of her parents’ whereabouts. But Serelana was considerably lucky in having Rinana around to care for her. The wonderful old woman was a friend of her father’s, and had readily packed up her meager belongings and moved to the old oak tree.
Serelana’s eyes deepened in their blue shade as she wove between the slender branches, her elven body moving like twine. Her blonde-golden hair was thick and bouncy, and she swiped it from her face as she entered the little house. Rinana plopped and clay plate of succulent foods in front of her and the young elf’s eyes sparkled as she sat down cross-legged on a cushion made from intricately woven grasses; the elves refused to hunt for anything other than food, therefore the beds and seats were anything but animal hide. Serelana smacked her lips in enjoyment after downing the cream and brought her head up with a white smear on her chin.
“That was delicious Rinana!”
The old elf’s eyes glowed as she replied briskly, “Thank you. Now, hurry up and go or you’ll miss the twilight lyres!”
“Alright, I’m going.” Serelana adjusted her green tunic and earthy brown leggings before skipping out the porthole in a flash of blonde hair and twinkling eyes. Rinana listened for any noise, but the elven maiden made no sound as she bounded across the hill and over the crest, heading for the Circle of Music.
Much better. :oP
Joke-of-the Week
Mr Lego Guy and Jared Loucks are going to KILL me through the computer, but this one I can't resist. Phoenix told this one on her blog a LONG time ago.
Three men came to a river that was fast, wide, and deep. The first man knelt on the bank and said, "Lord, give me the strength to cross this river." He swam a third of the way across, then drowned. The second man knelt and said, "Lord, give me the endurance to cross this river." He swam halfway, then drowned. The third man watched, knelt down, and prayed, "Lord, give me the INTELLIGENCE to cross the river." So the Lord changed him into a woman, she read the map, went down to the bridge, and was across in two minutes.
Story-of-the-Week
Grr. I need to tell stories from my dad's Voice of the Martyrs magazine or something...here.
On a very hot day in a country unnamed, a Muslim official went down to the river to bathe. As he striped his clothes and waded in, he spotted a Christian baptism taking place behind some bushes close by. The Muslim resolved to finish his swim, then arrest the pastor and believers. The sun beat down on the back, so the water was a refreshing change. After he had completed his bath, he began to wade back to his clothes that hung securely from a bush. Suddenly, a huge gust buffeted the river out of nowhere, and the official's clothes went sailing downstream. He shouted and chased after them, but the wind did not die down until almost a mile away were he picked them up from the water, grumbling. When he returned to the original place of his bath, the Christians were gone and he had no way of finding them.
Monday, May 4, 2009
Hiya!
Yeah, I haven't been posting in a while, apart from my _____ of the Week stuff, so...
How IS everyone? lol. Oh yeah, and I'm thinking of trashing the Mermaid story as my Story of the Week, because honestly it needs work. I have an elf story that's going really well, so what does everyone think about switching? Vote in the poll...
How IS everyone? lol. Oh yeah, and I'm thinking of trashing the Mermaid story as my Story of the Week, because honestly it needs work. I have an elf story that's going really well, so what does everyone think about switching? Vote in the poll...
Monday, April 27, 2009
Stuff of the Week
Here's everything...
Chapter Three
I awoke to watery sunlight streaming through to pierce the sleep in my eyes. I blinked awake, and as I rolled over, I felt an empty space. Where could Sarvarna have gotten to? I shrugged the question off and ran my fingers through the long red curls of hair that fell about my shoulders. I had been taking care of myself a bit better since I had seen Raria, and now the dark circles under my eyes had given way to the light skin beneath. As I roamed about, a scream suddenly bounced off the boulders around me, echoing fiercely in my ears. “Kesara!” I whirled around, to find out if I could distinguish where the sound was radiating from. Quickly, I followed the noise, and it led me to a large cave wall. Sounds emanated from around it, and I took a deep breath and pushed myself past, dreading what I might see. My suspicions were correct. Sarvarna was held in an arm lock by an achingly familiar face, which had haunted my thought for months. His shaggy hair hung in his cold eyes, and he hissed something angrily into Sarvarna’s ear.”Mergorn!” I shouted. The merman swiveled his head and dropped Sarvarna. His eyes glinted cruelly as I drew out the knife from where I had kept it in my small vest pocket. “You still have the knife!” He sneered. “I had hoped the shark would have taken care of you, so I wouldn’t be obliged to do it! But unfortunately the overgrown guppy was too cowardly!” Mergorn lunged, and I nimbly dodged. I had an easy shot at him with the blade as he reeled by, but I could not force myself to kill. Mergorn whipped around and dived for me, knocking the weapon from my hand and pinning me to the sand. His hot rancid breath billowed my face, and I cringed. Mergorn placed a clammy hand on my throat and pressed unyieldingly on it. I gasped for air, and he jeered in my face, “Say hello to your mother and father!” I braced myself for blackness, but suddenly I heard a thunk and Mergorn fell heavy on my chest. I wriggled out from under him, choking and wheezing. Sarvarna was poised with a large shell over the merman’s body, and she whispered shakily, “I couldn’t let him kill you!” I splayed my hand on the murderer’s chest and realized he was still shallowly breathing. “Come on, let’s get out of here!” I urged, and Sarvarna tossed the shell away and rocketed after me. We swam and swam for hours until our tails could pump no further, and we plopped down on a green coral bed, panting. I smiled through my gasps and stammered, “Y-you saved m-my life. Thank you.” Sarvarna only dipped her head and grasped for some of the disgusting seaweed. Normally, neither of us would touch it, but hunger drives people to strange things. Both of us wolfed the stuff down, ignoring the way it slid around in our mouths. Sarvarna began to talk carefully, something about why she didn’t tell me things before, but I only half-heard, for I was already asleep by the time she reached the story of her quest.
Just so you know, Sarvarna is actually modeled after Phoenix, my bets friend! :o)
Joke-of-the-Week
Erm...uh...gotta think...ok, this joke Phoenix told me. Please don't be offended by the politician I use for it, because alot of different ones can rightfully be used. This is how I heard the joke, and it can be offending in a few ways, so please be careful. Anyhoo...
Hillary Clinton went to heaven and met St. Peter. As she talked with him, she looked around the golden walls of heaven and saw millions of clocks. "What are the clocks for?" she asked.
"Oh, they each represent a person. Everytime the person lies, the clock ticks." St. Peter showed Mrs. Clinton one clock. "This is Abraham Lincoln's. As you know, he was a fairly honest man, so his clock hasn't ticked a great amount. This is Mother Theresa's; obviously her's isn't too far ticked." St. Peter went on, until Hillary Clinton interrupted, "Where's my clock?"
"Oh, yours? It's in my office, I'm using it for a ceiling fan."
Thought-of-the-Week
Oh boy... I'm drawing a major blank...here's my thought. READ, IT'S FUN!
Good enough? lol
Chapter Three
I awoke to watery sunlight streaming through to pierce the sleep in my eyes. I blinked awake, and as I rolled over, I felt an empty space. Where could Sarvarna have gotten to? I shrugged the question off and ran my fingers through the long red curls of hair that fell about my shoulders. I had been taking care of myself a bit better since I had seen Raria, and now the dark circles under my eyes had given way to the light skin beneath. As I roamed about, a scream suddenly bounced off the boulders around me, echoing fiercely in my ears. “Kesara!” I whirled around, to find out if I could distinguish where the sound was radiating from. Quickly, I followed the noise, and it led me to a large cave wall. Sounds emanated from around it, and I took a deep breath and pushed myself past, dreading what I might see. My suspicions were correct. Sarvarna was held in an arm lock by an achingly familiar face, which had haunted my thought for months. His shaggy hair hung in his cold eyes, and he hissed something angrily into Sarvarna’s ear.”Mergorn!” I shouted. The merman swiveled his head and dropped Sarvarna. His eyes glinted cruelly as I drew out the knife from where I had kept it in my small vest pocket. “You still have the knife!” He sneered. “I had hoped the shark would have taken care of you, so I wouldn’t be obliged to do it! But unfortunately the overgrown guppy was too cowardly!” Mergorn lunged, and I nimbly dodged. I had an easy shot at him with the blade as he reeled by, but I could not force myself to kill. Mergorn whipped around and dived for me, knocking the weapon from my hand and pinning me to the sand. His hot rancid breath billowed my face, and I cringed. Mergorn placed a clammy hand on my throat and pressed unyieldingly on it. I gasped for air, and he jeered in my face, “Say hello to your mother and father!” I braced myself for blackness, but suddenly I heard a thunk and Mergorn fell heavy on my chest. I wriggled out from under him, choking and wheezing. Sarvarna was poised with a large shell over the merman’s body, and she whispered shakily, “I couldn’t let him kill you!” I splayed my hand on the murderer’s chest and realized he was still shallowly breathing. “Come on, let’s get out of here!” I urged, and Sarvarna tossed the shell away and rocketed after me. We swam and swam for hours until our tails could pump no further, and we plopped down on a green coral bed, panting. I smiled through my gasps and stammered, “Y-you saved m-my life. Thank you.” Sarvarna only dipped her head and grasped for some of the disgusting seaweed. Normally, neither of us would touch it, but hunger drives people to strange things. Both of us wolfed the stuff down, ignoring the way it slid around in our mouths. Sarvarna began to talk carefully, something about why she didn’t tell me things before, but I only half-heard, for I was already asleep by the time she reached the story of her quest.
Just so you know, Sarvarna is actually modeled after Phoenix, my bets friend! :o)
Joke-of-the-Week
Erm...uh...gotta think...ok, this joke Phoenix told me. Please don't be offended by the politician I use for it, because alot of different ones can rightfully be used. This is how I heard the joke, and it can be offending in a few ways, so please be careful. Anyhoo...
Hillary Clinton went to heaven and met St. Peter. As she talked with him, she looked around the golden walls of heaven and saw millions of clocks. "What are the clocks for?" she asked.
"Oh, they each represent a person. Everytime the person lies, the clock ticks." St. Peter showed Mrs. Clinton one clock. "This is Abraham Lincoln's. As you know, he was a fairly honest man, so his clock hasn't ticked a great amount. This is Mother Theresa's; obviously her's isn't too far ticked." St. Peter went on, until Hillary Clinton interrupted, "Where's my clock?"
"Oh, yours? It's in my office, I'm using it for a ceiling fan."
Thought-of-the-Week
Oh boy... I'm drawing a major blank...here's my thought. READ, IT'S FUN!
Good enough? lol
Saturday, April 25, 2009
GRRRRR
For some reason I can't change my template, so you people will have to be satisfied with Easter until I figure out what's going on. I'll try to keep up with posts and polls while I'm working...
Monday, April 6, 2009
Sick
Well hi everyone! Jus tletting you know, I'll certainly be posting alot, because unfortunately, I have the Chicken pox. That means I'll be staying home alot and all, which means more computer time. Phoenix put a little 'get well soon' on her blog post, cause she's nice. :o) lol. Forgive me, I fear I'm feeling light-headed and don't know what I'm talking about, so I better end this now.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Ok...
Chapter Two
I whipped around in dismay. There, looming over me, was the biggest shark I had seen. I heard a soft thump of a knife on sand, and the splash of fins on water. The massive fish didn’t budge, figuring I was an easier catch. Pictures flashed in my mind, of sharks devouring merpeople alive. Swiftly, my mind focused on one picture, and it made my throat tighten. The scream of pain that had haunted my dreams since I was seven years old replayed in my mind, and a vision of my beautiful mother was displayed crudely before me. Then my father’s limp body appeared, as the powerful shark crushed them between his razor-like jaws. I gasped for air, and a snort answered me. The shark had been through enough stalling, and charged. I screamed in terror and pumped my delicate but sturdy fins frantically. Growls informed me that I had a follower. It was no use. Sharks are known to be twice as fast as mermen and women. I prepared to be lunch, but then something caught my eye. The glittering blade that Mergorn had left I his wake still lay at rest in the sand! My mind formed a risky plan. I glanced back to see the shark snapping at my tail, and the wild eyes glaring. It was my only hope. I scoped out the area I was fleeing in, and selected a large rock near a purple coral patch. I banked and raced in the direction of the knife. The shark turned to and his monstrous barks were intimidating. I reached it and snatched it from the sand as I flew past. It was cold and hard in my hand, and I shuddered as I thought of the weapon plunging into my chest. But this was no time for reflections. I torpedoed to the rock I had picked and laid flat on the seaweed around it. Pushing the blade above my face, I squeezed my eyes shut as the shark came barreling over the rock with a vicious snarl. But the snarl was abruptly cut off and a garbling noise took its place. I looked on in amazement and watched the shark flopping feebly on the ocean floor with a large red wound in his throat. The knife had done its deadly work.
The shark finally gave in to the fate and it went down. But as it fell it reached out for my shoulder, and the terrible teeth ripped at my soft skin. I gritted my teeth and let out a short cry of distress. The massive shark lay at rest among the sand at the bottom of the ocean, it’s eyes fixed and distant. I backed away, and swiveled my head to look back at the shining city in the distance that I had once called home. My eyes filled with unshed tears, and I caressed my dolphin. She nuzzled me and clucked reassuringly, but I could not be consoled. I reluctantly turned away from everything I had ever known, and left behind my life forever. It was anguishing to leave. For weeks I cried as I slept, not knowing where I was headed or what I would find there. I traveled for many months, and gradually I became numb to the pain. My face had taken on a blank and distant expression, and I did not laugh at anything. My hair slowly grew tousled and snarly, for I did not care to brush it anymore. My voice had not been used for all this time, and my throat was hoarse and dry. After long months, I was a sorry sight. Then one day, my life finally took a turn for the better. I met Raria. Raria was twelve years old, and a beauty. She had flowing brown hair that swirled around her shoulders in a whirlwind, and bright green eyes. Her vest was creamy white with pink and blue flowers climbing up the sides. Her tail was white also, and reflected the particles of light, changing from blue to green and purple to pink in seconds. The minute I first saw her I felt better. She had an optimistic air, something that seemed to light up my view of life. I was resting on a large rock, having no idea where I was, and I heard singing in the distance. No particular song, just singing. It grew nearer, and a young girl appeared around a cluster of seaweed. She was singing loudly, and her voice carried across the wide expanse. My eyes widened, and for the first time in weeks I spoke. “Who are you?”The pretty girl stopped and stared at me. “Raria.”, came the simple answer. “And who might you be?” I scuffed my finger in the sand, catching it under my fingernails. “I-I am Kesara.” I croaked, and my voice rasped hoarsely. I felt ashamed, Raria’s voice was so beautiful, and here I was talking like a toad. Raria examined me critically and finally said, “Well, you look pretty bad, but I expect you have a good reason. “Anyhow, goodbye!” She began to swim away, her tail glowing blue. “Wait!” I yelled, and my voice came back. “What are you doing out here without anyone? Er—I mean, why are you alone?” Raria stopped and tilted her head to one side. “Maybe I should ask you that question. Oh well, I’ll tell you if you tell me!” Not waiting for agreement, Raria continued, “I’m trying to find my kingdom, so I can take over as the rightful queen, and make my cousin Brittany step down, because she dumped me in the middle of nowhere so she could have the crown, even though I’m the rightful heir.” I sat back with a thump, trying to digest all this information. Raria floated in the water, waiting for an answer. Her face was carefree and she seemed to take the whole problem lightly. “Well…Kesara…what’s the matter, catfish got your tongue?” I smiled shakily and replied, “It’s just—er I’m running away from a merman who’s trying to kill me.” Raria’s eyes stretched wide, and I resumed, encouraged by her dismay. “Yes, he murdered someone and I saw! He almost killed me, and I got chased by a shark! But I was too smart, I killed the shark and ran away from Mergorn!” Raria’s eyes grew wider and wider the more I said. Then as I mentioned Mergorn she gaped in horror. “Mergorn?! Why he…he…” Raria cut off and whipped around. “It’s nothing. I should go.” I was so far away I couldn’t be sure, but I thought I saw a tear forming on Raria’s cheek. My mouth hung ajar. Here was a chance to make a friend and come out of my grieving, and she was swimming away! I called out desperately, but Raria had disappeared from view, and the cavern of rocks was deathly quiet. I sighed for want of her sweet voice, but she was gone now, and I had to move on. If Mergorn found me there was no telling what he would do. I sighed and picked at the stringy seaweed I was attempting to chew. It came apart in my hands, trailing down my fingers and leaving a slimy trail in its wake. I winced in disgust and shook the vile plant off my hands. Journeying was even harder now, because I was pouting, and looked at everything the pessimistic way. As I moseyed along, still missing Raria, something else happened. I was swimming along grudgingly when I heard a swishing in the plants behind me. Terror coursed through my limbs as my mind was flooded again with memories of Mergorn’s sneering face. I turned in an agonizingly slow move, and dared to look. Two eyes watched me closely from the shelter of the algae, but they held no malice, only curiosity and friendliness. Finally, a young girl emerged. I eyed her warily, not knowing what she would do. She had a light green tail, and a dark and light green vest with vines weaving their way up the sides. Her hair was light blonde, and her eyes were intelligent and bright. “Er—Hi!” I ventured, and she promptly replied, “Hello. What are you doing out here by yourself?” Maybe I should ask you the same question!” I countered, then paused. This was somehow beginning to sound familiar. “You see, I’m running away from someone…” I answered, then my voice slowly trailed off. The young girl smiled and voiced, “Well, my name is Sarvarna.” I waited patiently, but Sarvarna did not offer further information. “So?” I drew the word out, but Sarvarna only folded her arms and kept staring at me in her intelligent way. Finally, she broke down and spoke. “Let’s travel together. If I keep you away from whoever you’re running from, will you come with me?” I jumped at the chance, eager for a friend. “Sure! I mean, I guess I could try it!” Sarvarna nodded and suggested calmly, “So tell me about this person you don’t want to catch you. If we’re gong to be friends we can’t have any secrets.” I rolled my eyes and wondered if she was aware that she had offered me not one bit of knowledge about herself yet. “Um, I suppose. His name is Mergorn.” I glanced at Sarvarna out of the corner of my eye, wondering if I would get another reaction like Raria’s, but she only watched me curiously. The name meant nothing, I decided, and went on. “He killed another man in my colony, and I am the only one who saw it, so he wants to catch me and…” I trailed off yet again and gulped nervously. What would Mergorn do to me? Sarvarna seemed to sense the change, and she saved me from continuing. “I’m going to get some sleep, how about you?” I swiftly agreed, thankful for a change of subject. We both curled up in a small cave, and in a moment the spell of sleep had fallen upon us.
Hmm..the more I read this story the more rough it seems...
Joke-of-the-Week
A blonde, a brunette, and a redhead were stranded on an island in the Pacific, with the nearest land 50 miles away. They decided to swim across the ocean. The brunette began swimming, but after 10 miles she got tired and drowned. The redhead made it 20 miles, then got tired and drowned. The blonde swam really hard and got to 25 miles...then got tired and swam back.
Story-of-the-Week
In a state unnamed, a group of bikers got together every day and rode the countryside, past many houses and farms. On one particular farm, there was a vicious black Labrador Retriever. Every day they rode by the farm, and it became a challenge to see if they could make it by without waking him or getting caught by him. One day the black lab anticipated their passing and ran out onto the road, chasing them. The man who was last in line was only two feet ahead of the dog, and was deathly afraid of being bitten by him, for this canine was a fair size. There was no hope, however, of outrunning him. The man, on an impulse, turned around and said to the dog, "Where's your ball?" The Lab stopped. His tongue lolled out and he turned and raced back to his house, dove under the deck, and emerged with a tennis ball. As the bikers rode away they breathed a sigh of relief. One biker turned to the man who had given the command and asked, "How did you know he had a ball?"
"He's a LAB, isn't he?"
:oP I'll try and find a cat story sometime...
Chapter Two
I whipped around in dismay. There, looming over me, was the biggest shark I had seen. I heard a soft thump of a knife on sand, and the splash of fins on water. The massive fish didn’t budge, figuring I was an easier catch. Pictures flashed in my mind, of sharks devouring merpeople alive. Swiftly, my mind focused on one picture, and it made my throat tighten. The scream of pain that had haunted my dreams since I was seven years old replayed in my mind, and a vision of my beautiful mother was displayed crudely before me. Then my father’s limp body appeared, as the powerful shark crushed them between his razor-like jaws. I gasped for air, and a snort answered me. The shark had been through enough stalling, and charged. I screamed in terror and pumped my delicate but sturdy fins frantically. Growls informed me that I had a follower. It was no use. Sharks are known to be twice as fast as mermen and women. I prepared to be lunch, but then something caught my eye. The glittering blade that Mergorn had left I his wake still lay at rest in the sand! My mind formed a risky plan. I glanced back to see the shark snapping at my tail, and the wild eyes glaring. It was my only hope. I scoped out the area I was fleeing in, and selected a large rock near a purple coral patch. I banked and raced in the direction of the knife. The shark turned to and his monstrous barks were intimidating. I reached it and snatched it from the sand as I flew past. It was cold and hard in my hand, and I shuddered as I thought of the weapon plunging into my chest. But this was no time for reflections. I torpedoed to the rock I had picked and laid flat on the seaweed around it. Pushing the blade above my face, I squeezed my eyes shut as the shark came barreling over the rock with a vicious snarl. But the snarl was abruptly cut off and a garbling noise took its place. I looked on in amazement and watched the shark flopping feebly on the ocean floor with a large red wound in his throat. The knife had done its deadly work.
The shark finally gave in to the fate and it went down. But as it fell it reached out for my shoulder, and the terrible teeth ripped at my soft skin. I gritted my teeth and let out a short cry of distress. The massive shark lay at rest among the sand at the bottom of the ocean, it’s eyes fixed and distant. I backed away, and swiveled my head to look back at the shining city in the distance that I had once called home. My eyes filled with unshed tears, and I caressed my dolphin. She nuzzled me and clucked reassuringly, but I could not be consoled. I reluctantly turned away from everything I had ever known, and left behind my life forever. It was anguishing to leave. For weeks I cried as I slept, not knowing where I was headed or what I would find there. I traveled for many months, and gradually I became numb to the pain. My face had taken on a blank and distant expression, and I did not laugh at anything. My hair slowly grew tousled and snarly, for I did not care to brush it anymore. My voice had not been used for all this time, and my throat was hoarse and dry. After long months, I was a sorry sight. Then one day, my life finally took a turn for the better. I met Raria. Raria was twelve years old, and a beauty. She had flowing brown hair that swirled around her shoulders in a whirlwind, and bright green eyes. Her vest was creamy white with pink and blue flowers climbing up the sides. Her tail was white also, and reflected the particles of light, changing from blue to green and purple to pink in seconds. The minute I first saw her I felt better. She had an optimistic air, something that seemed to light up my view of life. I was resting on a large rock, having no idea where I was, and I heard singing in the distance. No particular song, just singing. It grew nearer, and a young girl appeared around a cluster of seaweed. She was singing loudly, and her voice carried across the wide expanse. My eyes widened, and for the first time in weeks I spoke. “Who are you?”The pretty girl stopped and stared at me. “Raria.”, came the simple answer. “And who might you be?” I scuffed my finger in the sand, catching it under my fingernails. “I-I am Kesara.” I croaked, and my voice rasped hoarsely. I felt ashamed, Raria’s voice was so beautiful, and here I was talking like a toad. Raria examined me critically and finally said, “Well, you look pretty bad, but I expect you have a good reason. “Anyhow, goodbye!” She began to swim away, her tail glowing blue. “Wait!” I yelled, and my voice came back. “What are you doing out here without anyone? Er—I mean, why are you alone?” Raria stopped and tilted her head to one side. “Maybe I should ask you that question. Oh well, I’ll tell you if you tell me!” Not waiting for agreement, Raria continued, “I’m trying to find my kingdom, so I can take over as the rightful queen, and make my cousin Brittany step down, because she dumped me in the middle of nowhere so she could have the crown, even though I’m the rightful heir.” I sat back with a thump, trying to digest all this information. Raria floated in the water, waiting for an answer. Her face was carefree and she seemed to take the whole problem lightly. “Well…Kesara…what’s the matter, catfish got your tongue?” I smiled shakily and replied, “It’s just—er I’m running away from a merman who’s trying to kill me.” Raria’s eyes stretched wide, and I resumed, encouraged by her dismay. “Yes, he murdered someone and I saw! He almost killed me, and I got chased by a shark! But I was too smart, I killed the shark and ran away from Mergorn!” Raria’s eyes grew wider and wider the more I said. Then as I mentioned Mergorn she gaped in horror. “Mergorn?! Why he…he…” Raria cut off and whipped around. “It’s nothing. I should go.” I was so far away I couldn’t be sure, but I thought I saw a tear forming on Raria’s cheek. My mouth hung ajar. Here was a chance to make a friend and come out of my grieving, and she was swimming away! I called out desperately, but Raria had disappeared from view, and the cavern of rocks was deathly quiet. I sighed for want of her sweet voice, but she was gone now, and I had to move on. If Mergorn found me there was no telling what he would do. I sighed and picked at the stringy seaweed I was attempting to chew. It came apart in my hands, trailing down my fingers and leaving a slimy trail in its wake. I winced in disgust and shook the vile plant off my hands. Journeying was even harder now, because I was pouting, and looked at everything the pessimistic way. As I moseyed along, still missing Raria, something else happened. I was swimming along grudgingly when I heard a swishing in the plants behind me. Terror coursed through my limbs as my mind was flooded again with memories of Mergorn’s sneering face. I turned in an agonizingly slow move, and dared to look. Two eyes watched me closely from the shelter of the algae, but they held no malice, only curiosity and friendliness. Finally, a young girl emerged. I eyed her warily, not knowing what she would do. She had a light green tail, and a dark and light green vest with vines weaving their way up the sides. Her hair was light blonde, and her eyes were intelligent and bright. “Er—Hi!” I ventured, and she promptly replied, “Hello. What are you doing out here by yourself?” Maybe I should ask you the same question!” I countered, then paused. This was somehow beginning to sound familiar. “You see, I’m running away from someone…” I answered, then my voice slowly trailed off. The young girl smiled and voiced, “Well, my name is Sarvarna.” I waited patiently, but Sarvarna did not offer further information. “So?” I drew the word out, but Sarvarna only folded her arms and kept staring at me in her intelligent way. Finally, she broke down and spoke. “Let’s travel together. If I keep you away from whoever you’re running from, will you come with me?” I jumped at the chance, eager for a friend. “Sure! I mean, I guess I could try it!” Sarvarna nodded and suggested calmly, “So tell me about this person you don’t want to catch you. If we’re gong to be friends we can’t have any secrets.” I rolled my eyes and wondered if she was aware that she had offered me not one bit of knowledge about herself yet. “Um, I suppose. His name is Mergorn.” I glanced at Sarvarna out of the corner of my eye, wondering if I would get another reaction like Raria’s, but she only watched me curiously. The name meant nothing, I decided, and went on. “He killed another man in my colony, and I am the only one who saw it, so he wants to catch me and…” I trailed off yet again and gulped nervously. What would Mergorn do to me? Sarvarna seemed to sense the change, and she saved me from continuing. “I’m going to get some sleep, how about you?” I swiftly agreed, thankful for a change of subject. We both curled up in a small cave, and in a moment the spell of sleep had fallen upon us.
Hmm..the more I read this story the more rough it seems...
Joke-of-the-Week
A blonde, a brunette, and a redhead were stranded on an island in the Pacific, with the nearest land 50 miles away. They decided to swim across the ocean. The brunette began swimming, but after 10 miles she got tired and drowned. The redhead made it 20 miles, then got tired and drowned. The blonde swam really hard and got to 25 miles...then got tired and swam back.
Story-of-the-Week
In a state unnamed, a group of bikers got together every day and rode the countryside, past many houses and farms. On one particular farm, there was a vicious black Labrador Retriever. Every day they rode by the farm, and it became a challenge to see if they could make it by without waking him or getting caught by him. One day the black lab anticipated their passing and ran out onto the road, chasing them. The man who was last in line was only two feet ahead of the dog, and was deathly afraid of being bitten by him, for this canine was a fair size. There was no hope, however, of outrunning him. The man, on an impulse, turned around and said to the dog, "Where's your ball?" The Lab stopped. His tongue lolled out and he turned and raced back to his house, dove under the deck, and emerged with a tennis ball. As the bikers rode away they breathed a sigh of relief. One biker turned to the man who had given the command and asked, "How did you know he had a ball?"
"He's a LAB, isn't he?"
:oP I'll try and find a cat story sometime...
Thursday, April 2, 2009
New Features
Lots of thanks to Mr. Lego Guy for using 'cutestblogontheblock' so that I could see the icon on his blog and make some upgrades of my own!
Monday, March 23, 2009
_____ of the Week
Well.....technically there are a few days left to vote on the _____ of the Week poll...but I'm so excited about it I'm starting anyhoo. Besides, yes is winning. :o) Phew, this is going to be a long post.
Joke-of-the-Week (blonde joke, sorry to Mr. Lego Guy and vickychick, but they're the funniest of all.)
A double-decker bus was riding through Chicago. On the lower deck were all brunettes. The upper deck was all blondes. The brunettes were laughing, singing along with the radio music, and chatting. But up above, the blondes were screaming for their lives and holding onto each other fearfully. A brunette finally walked up to the second deck and asked, "What's wrong with everyone here?"
A random blonde answered scornfully, "You'd be this scared too if you didn't have a driver!!!"
(Anyone who doesn't get that, post. :o) lol)
Chapter of the Week--I'm going to be posting a story about mermaids. Please keep in mind the following things.
#1. I am NOT as good of a writer as Phoenix, so please do not compare works.
#2. I haven't gone over the story and perfected it yet, so some parts are a little corny and need to be changed.
Anyhoo...
Joke-of-the-Week (blonde joke, sorry to Mr. Lego Guy and vickychick, but they're the funniest of all.)
A double-decker bus was riding through Chicago. On the lower deck were all brunettes. The upper deck was all blondes. The brunettes were laughing, singing along with the radio music, and chatting. But up above, the blondes were screaming for their lives and holding onto each other fearfully. A brunette finally walked up to the second deck and asked, "What's wrong with everyone here?"
A random blonde answered scornfully, "You'd be this scared too if you didn't have a driver!!!"
(Anyone who doesn't get that, post. :o) lol)
Chapter of the Week--I'm going to be posting a story about mermaids. Please keep in mind the following things.
#1. I am NOT as good of a writer as Phoenix, so please do not compare works.
#2. I haven't gone over the story and perfected it yet, so some parts are a little corny and need to be changed.
Anyhoo...
Chapter One
What a problem. I stroked my hair absently, the long auburn locks cascading down my shoulders. Glancing into the small mirror I held in my hand, I scrutinized myself. Freckles dotted my face, and my long purple mermaid tail flipped back and forth. I sighed and wondered how I would ever get out of this one. The colony I lived in was doomed, for the ruler’s right-hand man was a traitor. And I was the only mermaid who knew it. I had been forced to flee. It was the only sensible thing to do, considering if I ever went back the man whom I had witnessed murdering would kill me. Suddenly filled with rage, I slapped the mirror down and pumped my tail furiously, eager to get away and think. Why me? Why now? And especially, why Mergorn? He had been a trusted friend!
I sulkily picked at the vibrant pink coral next to me, wondering what could be done. Mergorn was seething with rage; he would track me down eventually, even if it meant giving up his standing in my colony. I hadn’t been doing anything wrong…at least it was an accident that I saw! I was only swimming with my dolphin! Scuffling had erupted from behind a nearby rock, and of course, like the unthinking mermaid I am, I looked. What I saw was horrific. Mergorn had positioned a knife above Ramon’s head!
Ramon was a renowned member of the mermaid colony. He had also been my guardian after my parent’s death. The knife went down rapidly and the blade flashed in the cool sunlight. Ramon went limp as the blade punctured his chest, and he slumped down in some seaweed. I gasped, and immediately Mergorn whirled on me. “Get away! What are you doing here?”I froze to the spot as Mergorn swam closer, his green tail whipping back and forth. Suddenly I panicked. I began swimming like I never had before. Although I didn’t turn around, I knew the evil merman was pursuing me from the frantic splashes behind me. I ducked and weaved furiously through seaweed and coral. All I knew was that if Mergorn caught me there was no telling what he would do. After all, I would ruin his standing in the colony if I ever went back. Then I felt clammy hands on my tail, and everything was slow-motion. I struggled to swim faster, but he had a firm grip, and twisted me around easily. Mergorn clasped my shoulder and pulled me to a grinding halt as I looked up at his face. The madman’s face was distorted with fierce anger, and his eyes seemed to shoot flaming sparks. But the one thing that drew my attention was the knife in his calloused hand. He began hissing through barely clenched teeth, “You little brat! What were you doing watching me?” “I-I was swimming with my dolphin-“ I glanced around for support from my fish friend, but she cowered behind a rock. “Do you think I believe that?” Mergorn sneered. The glinting blade moved up a bit and I winced visibly. Mergorn smiled evilly at my fear and twitched again. I closed my eyes tight as the weapon raised above my head and poised to strike. Mergorn cackled madly and tensed to kill. But the touch of the blade never came. I dared to squint at the murderer gripping my shoulder, and my eyes stretched wide. His face had gone deathly white and he was staring behind me. “What?” My voice shook with terror. The one word that was uttered from Mergorn’s mouth sent a chill crawling up my spine. “Shark.”
What a problem. I stroked my hair absently, the long auburn locks cascading down my shoulders. Glancing into the small mirror I held in my hand, I scrutinized myself. Freckles dotted my face, and my long purple mermaid tail flipped back and forth. I sighed and wondered how I would ever get out of this one. The colony I lived in was doomed, for the ruler’s right-hand man was a traitor. And I was the only mermaid who knew it. I had been forced to flee. It was the only sensible thing to do, considering if I ever went back the man whom I had witnessed murdering would kill me. Suddenly filled with rage, I slapped the mirror down and pumped my tail furiously, eager to get away and think. Why me? Why now? And especially, why Mergorn? He had been a trusted friend!
I sulkily picked at the vibrant pink coral next to me, wondering what could be done. Mergorn was seething with rage; he would track me down eventually, even if it meant giving up his standing in my colony. I hadn’t been doing anything wrong…at least it was an accident that I saw! I was only swimming with my dolphin! Scuffling had erupted from behind a nearby rock, and of course, like the unthinking mermaid I am, I looked. What I saw was horrific. Mergorn had positioned a knife above Ramon’s head!
Ramon was a renowned member of the mermaid colony. He had also been my guardian after my parent’s death. The knife went down rapidly and the blade flashed in the cool sunlight. Ramon went limp as the blade punctured his chest, and he slumped down in some seaweed. I gasped, and immediately Mergorn whirled on me. “Get away! What are you doing here?”I froze to the spot as Mergorn swam closer, his green tail whipping back and forth. Suddenly I panicked. I began swimming like I never had before. Although I didn’t turn around, I knew the evil merman was pursuing me from the frantic splashes behind me. I ducked and weaved furiously through seaweed and coral. All I knew was that if Mergorn caught me there was no telling what he would do. After all, I would ruin his standing in the colony if I ever went back. Then I felt clammy hands on my tail, and everything was slow-motion. I struggled to swim faster, but he had a firm grip, and twisted me around easily. Mergorn clasped my shoulder and pulled me to a grinding halt as I looked up at his face. The madman’s face was distorted with fierce anger, and his eyes seemed to shoot flaming sparks. But the one thing that drew my attention was the knife in his calloused hand. He began hissing through barely clenched teeth, “You little brat! What were you doing watching me?” “I-I was swimming with my dolphin-“ I glanced around for support from my fish friend, but she cowered behind a rock. “Do you think I believe that?” Mergorn sneered. The glinting blade moved up a bit and I winced visibly. Mergorn smiled evilly at my fear and twitched again. I closed my eyes tight as the weapon raised above my head and poised to strike. Mergorn cackled madly and tensed to kill. But the touch of the blade never came. I dared to squint at the murderer gripping my shoulder, and my eyes stretched wide. His face had gone deathly white and he was staring behind me. “What?” My voice shook with terror. The one word that was uttered from Mergorn’s mouth sent a chill crawling up my spine. “Shark.”
Give me your opinion!
Story/Thought of the Week
This is a story I read in a dog book my mom has. It's not directly dictated, but it was such an amazing story I remember it very well. It actually brought me to tears the first time I read it, because I'm such an animal-lover.
In small town around Utah/Colorado area, there was a Samoyed dog by the name of(I don't remeber his name, we'll call him Snowball.) Snowball had a wonderful, loving family. Every day his master drove down the road to work in the lumber yard. Snowball always disliked this time, because he was not able to go along. He whined, and begged, but the man was firm. Each day around 5:00 Snowball trotted out to the end of the yard and sat down under a cherry tree. Down the long dusty path he would look. The mother and young daughter always knew that Snowball could tell when his master was returning, because even before the old pickup truck was in sight, the Samoyed would stand up and begin wagging his tail. Then his master would pull into the drivewa and Snowball would greet him with licks and tail-wags. This venture was repeated on and on. The faithful dog never missed a single day.
Then, on one of these occasions, Snowball's master drove away and never came back. He died working in the lumber yard, although we don't know how. That horrible day Snowball went out and sat at the end of the driveway, waiting as usual. But his master never came home. Into the night, he waited, and the mother could see the confusion in his big eyes. Finally Snowball went to bed, but the next morning he was back at the same stance. He never saw the old, dusty pickup. Week after week Snowball went to his post. Month after month he sat, waiting for what would never come. The woman and her daughter tried to convince him to come inside, but his stubbornly refused to obey. Two years later, Snowball was still waiting. His bones were old, and he limped with great effort. But he never gave up watching. Then slowly it got worse. His owners had to help him stand up, for he was too weak. They helped him walk out to his spot every afternoon. He never ever stopped, even when he was too old to move and they had to carry him. Finally the wife, holding her sobbing daughter, decided it was time to end his pain. They took him to the vet, and she held his head in her arms as he recieved the shot. Just before they gave it, Snowball lifted his head calmly and broke into a 'doggy smile', then he slipped away quietly in her hands. The faithful dog never stopped hoping that his master would return.
That's is so sad. My goodness....it's true that isn't dictated, but several of those phrases I did remember. And that's exactly how it happened. :`o(
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Well, unfortunately Batman won. Not my idea of a fair poll since all the B-man fans had multiple computers...:oP. Of course, so did PHoenix and she voted Spidey. Anyway, it seems that Batman rules my blog. Kinda scary...
I need some new ideas for polls, and whatever of the week stuff like Phoenix.
I could do a Chapter-of-the-Week, because I have a couple stories worth posting.
I could do a joke of the week.
I could do a story(e.g. true story about random something...dog stories, amazing answers to prayer, etc).
Vote for one of these on my poll, or give me another idea!
I need some new ideas for polls, and whatever of the week stuff like Phoenix.
I could do a Chapter-of-the-Week, because I have a couple stories worth posting.
I could do a joke of the week.
I could do a story(e.g. true story about random something...dog stories, amazing answers to prayer, etc).
Vote for one of these on my poll, or give me another idea!
Monday, March 2, 2009
Ok..
The SECOND Spiderman/Batman poll I posted is also a tie, between me and Jared Loucks. Phoenix and Mr. Lego Guy need to speak up!!!! I know Phoenix likes Spiderman, but as for Mr. Lego Guy....he could determined the outcome. I'm doing another one, and posting comments on both blogs.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Mr. Lego Guy tagged me! Rules, copied from his forum..
Erase my answers and put yours in. Use the first letter of your name to answer ALL of the following questions. If the person before you has the same 1st letter pick a new one. You CAN NOT use anything twice, and you CAN NOT use your own name for the boy/girl question. After you are done, tag 5 people.......
1. What is your name? (using nickname, sorry) Flamestar
2. A 4 letter word: Fall
3. A boy's name: Frank
4. A girl's name: Felicia
5. An occupation: Fireman
6. A color: Fabulous Blue (lol)
7. Something you wear: Flip Flops
8. A Food: Fettucine Alfredo
9. Something found in the bathroom: Folding bathroom door
10. A place: Frankfort
11. A reason for being late: Fell down and broke my crown
12. Something you shout: FHOOHEY! (Oh come on)
13. A movie title: Flubber Flips his Flap (LOL)
14. Something you drink: Fine wine
15. An animal: Ferret
16. A song title: Facts are Facts (Hey people, I sang that in our church's Christmas play!)
17. A verb: Formulate
I tag:
Phoenix
Jared Loucks
vickychick
Mr. Lego Guy
My sissy?
Erase my answers and put yours in. Use the first letter of your name to answer ALL of the following questions. If the person before you has the same 1st letter pick a new one. You CAN NOT use anything twice, and you CAN NOT use your own name for the boy/girl question. After you are done, tag 5 people.......
1. What is your name? (using nickname, sorry) Flamestar
2. A 4 letter word: Fall
3. A boy's name: Frank
4. A girl's name: Felicia
5. An occupation: Fireman
6. A color: Fabulous Blue (lol)
7. Something you wear: Flip Flops
8. A Food: Fettucine Alfredo
9. Something found in the bathroom: Folding bathroom door
10. A place: Frankfort
11. A reason for being late: Fell down and broke my crown
12. Something you shout: FHOOHEY! (Oh come on)
13. A movie title: Flubber Flips his Flap (LOL)
14. Something you drink: Fine wine
15. An animal: Ferret
16. A song title: Facts are Facts (Hey people, I sang that in our church's Christmas play!)
17. A verb: Formulate
I tag:
Phoenix
Jared Loucks
vickychick
Mr. Lego Guy
My sissy?
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Polls
Ok....SOMEONE is voting for Batman. It may be Phoenix playing a joke, but if not someone seriously needs help. I'm dictating a conversation I had with one of my friends concerning Spiderman/Batman. I'll refer to myself as Flamestar, and him as...uh...hmmm....Batmanlover.
"Flamestar, Batman is seriously awesome!"
"Oh really? Would you mind answering a couple questions about each then?"
"Sure."
Flamestar leans on table nonchalantly. "So...Batman's villans. Let's discuss them. Where did Catwoman come from, and why did she decide to be a criminal?"
Batmanlover's eyes search the ceiling. "I dunno."
"Ok. Where did Penguin come from, and how does he shoot gas from his umbrella?"
"I dunno."
"Where did Mr. Freeze come from?"
"He was in the North Pole or something...I dunno."
"Fine. So how about Spiderman's criminals? Where did the Green Goblin come from?"
"He put himself in the gas chamber and the untested experiment made him go insane." Batmanlover replys promptly.
"Right. Where did Doctor Oct come from?"
"Uh...his tridium project mal-funtioned and the inhibitor chip took over his brain."
"Uh-huh. See my POINT yet? We have backrounds on Spiderman and his criminals. We know nothing about Batman's criminals, and as for Batman himself, all we know is that his parents were gunned down and he vowed revenge."
".....Ok."
"His tri
"Flamestar, Batman is seriously awesome!"
"Oh really? Would you mind answering a couple questions about each then?"
"Sure."
Flamestar leans on table nonchalantly. "So...Batman's villans. Let's discuss them. Where did Catwoman come from, and why did she decide to be a criminal?"
Batmanlover's eyes search the ceiling. "I dunno."
"Ok. Where did Penguin come from, and how does he shoot gas from his umbrella?"
"I dunno."
"Where did Mr. Freeze come from?"
"He was in the North Pole or something...I dunno."
"Fine. So how about Spiderman's criminals? Where did the Green Goblin come from?"
"He put himself in the gas chamber and the untested experiment made him go insane." Batmanlover replys promptly.
"Right. Where did Doctor Oct come from?"
"Uh...his tridium project mal-funtioned and the inhibitor chip took over his brain."
"Uh-huh. See my POINT yet? We have backrounds on Spiderman and his criminals. We know nothing about Batman's criminals, and as for Batman himself, all we know is that his parents were gunned down and he vowed revenge."
".....Ok."
"His tri
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
More butchering!
Ok, this has a HUGE story behind it, which I'll reveal at another time, but the basic thing is, I have an argument with a friend over which superhero is better: Spiderman or Batman. I'm on the Spidey side. It may sound stupid, but it's a BLAST! Anyhoo, Phoenix came up with a few funny lines for Batman to the Spiderman song tune. I changed a few, added the next verse, and...voila!
Batman, Batman
Does whatever a bat can
Trips and falls!
Cracks his head!
Gets a cramp,
Runs to bed
Oh no!
Here comes the Batman!
Is he smart?
Listen friend
H'es gone totally round the bend
Can he swing, from a thread?
If he tried, he'd be dead
Oh phew!
There goes the Batman!
lol! If you like one better, please tell me which! And if you want to hear the whole hilarious story, please tell me also. I'm not posting it unless someone says they're interested. I have tons of amazing (yes, thank you) sabotages I did to him, so...give me some feedback!
Batman, Batman
Does whatever a bat can
Trips and falls!
Cracks his head!
Gets a cramp,
Runs to bed
Oh no!
Here comes the Batman!
Is he smart?
Listen friend
H'es gone totally round the bend
Can he swing, from a thread?
If he tried, he'd be dead
Oh phew!
There goes the Batman!
lol! If you like one better, please tell me which! And if you want to hear the whole hilarious story, please tell me also. I'm not posting it unless someone says they're interested. I have tons of amazing (yes, thank you) sabotages I did to him, so...give me some feedback!
Monday, February 9, 2009
Polls
Ok, so for food polls it was a tie between Pasta and Fruits. Which by the way is totally awesome. Why didn't anyone say Guacamole...and for Atomic BOMBS it was 'they're pretty...'. Now THAT is creepy. lol. Someone said 'they kill people'. Maybe it was a joke, but if not, let me say that's a bit sad. lol. SO, stay tuned for the next polls!
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Sound of Music
Ok, Phoenix and I got together a while ago, and we were talking. I mentioned a friend of mine who started singing the song from Sound of Music, "Do, a deer, a female deer," etc. Except he changed the lines hilariously! So we built from that, and butchered FOUR songs from sound of Music! Yes, we're completely evil, but it was SO fun! Anyhoo, I'll put a couple here.
Do re mi, etc. (Revised, the first three lines thought up by the friend)
Do, is dead, really really dead
Re, a gun you use to kill!
Mi, a person, I like a lot!
Fa, la la la la la la!(Phoenix wanted this)
So, impaling your finger!
La, a really lame song!
Te, when you hit your golf ball!
And that will bring us back to the dead do, oh...
You just love it, don't you?!
(ok, I have no clue how to spell this word, I THINK it's Adelveis, but don't get mad if I'm wrong)
Adelveis(Revised)
Ladle or rice,
Ladle of Rice,
Every morning we eat thee,
Sweet and soft,
Swee and soft,
Every morning you please me!
Morning and evening we scoop and chew!
Scoop and chew, forever
Ladle of rice,
Ladle of rice,
Every morning we eat thee!
We also did 'The hills are alive' and 'I am 16 going on 17'. Maybe I'll post them later.
Do re mi, etc. (Revised, the first three lines thought up by the friend)
Do, is dead, really really dead
Re, a gun you use to kill!
Mi, a person, I like a lot!
Fa, la la la la la la!(Phoenix wanted this)
So, impaling your finger!
La, a really lame song!
Te, when you hit your golf ball!
And that will bring us back to the dead do, oh...
You just love it, don't you?!
(ok, I have no clue how to spell this word, I THINK it's Adelveis, but don't get mad if I'm wrong)
Adelveis(Revised)
Ladle or rice,
Ladle of Rice,
Every morning we eat thee,
Sweet and soft,
Swee and soft,
Every morning you please me!
Morning and evening we scoop and chew!
Scoop and chew, forever
Ladle of rice,
Ladle of rice,
Every morning we eat thee!
We also did 'The hills are alive' and 'I am 16 going on 17'. Maybe I'll post them later.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Ok, so far in the poll on the right, the winner was 'can I have some ideas'. That was MY question, not a question for you. Anyhoo, I can;t make a poll about that, so next up were Atomic bombs and food. So...I'll make one about both! As the TV shows say, 'Stay tuned and don't touch that remote! We'll be back after these messages!'. In other words, I'll make the polls now!
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Summer!
Doesn't the word 'summer' sound so beautiful right now? No school, warm days, water fights, having friends over more, going to parks...I LOVE the feeling of it! Of course...we have to wait a while, but still. Phoenix and I like going to a huge (and I mean HUGE) park near us with lots of forests and trails. There's a pine forest that we especially like. The pines are in perfect rows, the sun filters through...it's like something from a book. If you've read the book Eldest, by Christopher Paolini, the forest reminds you of the elven halls described. Anyhoo....SUMMER IS COMING!!!!!!!!!!!
Monday, January 19, 2009
Sledding
My dad took me, my sister, and a friend to the sledding hill at the park a few days ago. Phoenix was the friend, and Mr. Lego. Guy should know which hill I'm talking about, because I've seen him there. Anyhoo, Phoenix brought her sled and we went down together a whole bunch of times. I think the sled was made to go backwards, because we kept twirling around backward and wiping out! It was so fun...until we wiped out and got snow all over out faces...but oh well. We tried again and again and wiped out again and again! Finally we tried my sled, and we were OK the first two times...and then we wiped out. LOL! Anyway, it was a blast!
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Snowboarding!
Since everybosy loves hearing about ME...:o) I did something cool the other day. My dad and I were shoveling snow in the driveway, and I got out our sled. There is a drift in our side yard about four feet high, that is iced over completely undernath about an inch of powdery snow. So, I took the sled and stood on it like a skateboard/snowboard and went down the hill. It took a while, and I have a bruised hip to prove my 'talents', but I finally suceeded in staying balanced on it until the bottom. Then there was a pile of snow that we had shoveled near the end of the driveway that was about five and a half feet tall, and really steep, so I went down that one too on the sled, and after three tries, I did it! Whoopee! Now I have to practice going down a real sledding hill like that....yipes.
Note: You amazing athletic people are probably going, 'Wow, big accomplishment! She slid down a whole FIVE FOOT pile of snow!'! But actually, this is very good for me, because I have never moved more than a foot on a skaetboard or snowboard for the matter, my entire life.
Note: You amazing athletic people are probably going, 'Wow, big accomplishment! She slid down a whole FIVE FOOT pile of snow!'! But actually, this is very good for me, because I have never moved more than a foot on a skaetboard or snowboard for the matter, my entire life.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Book Review-Warriors series
Have you not figured it out that I am a total warriors fanatic? Anyhoo, the whole series is about clans of cats that live in the wild, hunting and fighting for every scrap of food and territory. In the first book-Into the Wild- Rusty is a kittypet(housecat) living on the edge of clan territory. It seems he would be satisfied, he has a warm house on cold nights, food, toys to play with, and friends next door. But he wants more. Rusty comes in contact with a clan cat called Graypaw, and is befriended by this bouncy apprentice. Graypaw tells him of the clans, and soon Rusty is allowed to join and see if he is cut out for warrior life. But when murder and betrayal is buried deep in the heart of ThunderClan, Rusty and Graypaw must root it out before it poisons all they hold dear.
Thrilling, isn't it! Read the books, everything I said is true!
Thrilling, isn't it! Read the books, everything I said is true!
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Hmmmm.....
So far three people have voted the 'cruise to Mars and Pluto with a roundabout trip to several black holes' as what they got for Christmas! Wow, parents these days indulge their children in....interesting gifts!LOL!
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