Fall Photography

Here's the promised post on fall pictures that I've been hinting at..most were taken in October (I'm a bit late on this), and I'll try to get some more stuff in once the HW situation dies down a bit.

Random Post

Just because I'm bored and I havn't posted for a while, here's a link to Santa singing *I'm dreaming of a white Christmas* in flash. Just to get you into the Christmas spirit.

http://www.toilette-humor.com/christmas/santa_sings.shtml

I promise that I'll get some writing in soon...working on a few short stories atm. also looking to put some fall photos once I find the cable for my camera...

Happy Turkey Day!!!

Happy Thanksgiving! even though its officially today (Thursday), my family had thanksgiving yesterday because we're going to the beach. On the upside, that means warm weather, sun, and surfing (or attempted surfing, in my case), but on the down side we got a six hour drive...ugh

Was going to post some fall pictures, but I still can't find my stupid camera! *Sigh*

Wax Museum

Okay, so in LA we're doing this "Wax Museum" book report, where we basically read a biography on someone born before 1940 then memorize some long speech that we write and and present it within 2 weeks notice. Combined with basketball, I don't have a lotof free time, so that "post every weekend" thing is kinda out the window atm, srry :( This also prevents me from doing anything really fun with my spare time, including my Xbox gathering dust int he corner for 2 weeks (sad face). Anyways, here is the speech, and I would gladly appreciate some outside editing (that's not my teachers :/ )

Hello, I'm Walt Disney, and you probably know me best for creating Mickey Mouse, Disneyland, and Disney World. I was born in Chicago, Illinois, on December 5th, 1901, though I spent most of my childhood on a small farm in Marceline, Missouri. As one of five children, I grew up in a relatively large family, occupying my spare time (what little there was living as a farm boy) drawing and writing, beginning to sell my first drawings and the age of seven.
I eventually made my way into McKinley High School in Chicago; where I divided my interest between photography and drawing. I was sixteen when World War I broke out and I joined the Red Cross to travel oversees, tending the wounds of soldiers fighting in Eastern Europe. Instead of the traditional camouflage found on most army ambulances, my vehicle was covered head to toe in colorful, lively cartoons.
After finishing my year-long tour of duty in Europe I returned to the U.S and began my career in animation in Kansas City. I created my first animated cartoon in 1920, later perfecting a new method for combining live-action and animation. After three years I left Kansas City for Hollywood with “nothing but a few drawing materials, $40 in my pocket, and a complete animation and live-action film”.
In California, I combined money with my brother, Roy O. Disney, and together we began animation with a camera in our uncle’s garage. We soon received notice from New York, and received an order to create a new “Alice Comedy”. We started production in the back room of a Hollywood real-estate office only two blocks away from our house, yet we still were successful in creating a lively tale with Alice in the upcoming years.
On July 13th, 1925, I married Lillian Bounds, one of my first employees, and began a long a successful marriage. Lillian was often credited for giving Mickey Mouse the name we know and love, saying that my “Mortimer Mouse” sounded too formal. In the upcoming years, we would have to daughters: Diane and Sharon.
Mickey Mouse, one of my most loved and recognized characters, first appeared in a silent cartoon in 1928, but sound was introduced to movies before it could be released. Mickey first appeared to the public in “Steamboat Willie”, the world’s first synchronized sound cartoon, which premiered in 1928 in New York. Along with Mickey Mouse I created a series of short subjects, known as ‘Silly Symphonies”. Many of Mickey’s friends got their start here, such as Donald Duck and Pluto.
In 1937, Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs premiered in Los Angelus, becoming the first full-length cell-animated feature film in history, as well as the first animated “and fully colored” feature film in America. Throughout the next five years, I would create several of these animated films such as Pinocchio, Fantasia, Dumbo, and Bambi.
With the beginning of World War II, 94% of my staff began to be involved with special government work, such as propaganda and training films, with the rest of my company’s efforts being put toward certain comedy shorts.
As World War II came to a close, my staff and I returned to animated with 1945’s The Three Callabaros, a musical that combined both live action and animation. My award-winning True-Life Adventures, along with The Mickey Mouse Club and Zorro, were also favorites during the late 40’s and 50’s.
Disneyland launched in 1955 as the $17 million Magic Kingdom. Throughout the next three decades, it would receive nearly 250 million visitors, including Kings, Queens, Presidents, and Royalty from around the globe.
However, my dream for the perfect “Disney Theme-Park” was not satisfied. Purchasing 43 square miles of land in central Florida, at the time being little more than swampland, I began to oversee construction of “Disney World”, a resort that included new theme parks, motel centers, and the Brand-Knew EPCOT (Experimental Prototype Community Of Tomorrow) Center. Walt Disney World opened in 1971, while EPCOT opened exactly 11 years later.
I died on in 1966, after living a long life of creativity and imagination. Throughout my life, I received 48 academy awards, 7 Emmys, and nearly 950 honors and citations from every nation in the world. I only hope that we don’t loose sight of one thing- that it was all started by a mouse.

Ultimatum- Entry 1

Okay, finally got around to writing a bit, but don't expect much for quite a while. Basketball starts Monday, and we got a practice time from 4:30-6:00 Monday-Friday. Seeing that by bus rise takes an hour and a half from the 3:00 exit from school (ugh), I have to hang out around school grounds from 3:00-4:00..than have basketball till 6:00. So, in other words, I'm not going to have much time to write. i will, however put forward an effort to post every weekend, whether it be a writing, photography, or a brief summery on how my week went. anyways, here's my opening to Ultimatum:

1st Lieutenant John Ashford
X57 Special Forces Detachment
Imperial Legion
Warship Firedancer

You never enter war without the will to win it. Never will you place you hand on the hilt of a gun intent to end a man’s life until you come to the conclusion that with the victory over war brings about the emotions of hope and love and joy that the society of mankind is precariously based upon. And if you can give your life for those same virtues as easily as you can end another, than you’ve fulfilled your duty as a soldier, and may the maker guide your soul.
It doesn’t always work like that.
At 35 years of age, Lieutenant John Ashford remembered little of the years before the war. Enlisting at the age of 16, just two years after the first Arascole bombardment of Amos, Ashford was a 19 year veteran of a conflict that had raged Imperial space for over 2 decades, and his impressive service record showed that. With over a dozen special commendations, top-of the line special forces training, and a service record that stretched back to the invasion of Everest and the victories over Meigar, it was no wonder that he was serving with 60 of the sharpest, deadliest, and most ***-kicking marines on the face of the planet, the impressive X-Class Infiltration Regiment. Too bad that only five of these warriors were left standing…most of those deaths occurring only within twelve hours.
No one expected New Eden, a mega-world that served as the heart of the Federation’s massive economic empire, to be attacked. Fifty orbital cannons guarded the surrounding system, and if invaders managed to beat through both that and the 300 ships, they would still have to contend with the EMP-repulsing security field hovering around the metropolis and the thousands of men stationed on the planet ready to react to a major assault within an hours notice. Then again, no one expected that the Arascole still had 1500 warships at their disposal this far in the war…and no one expected the destruction that much firepower would bring upon the world below.

New Look

Just thought that the old background was getting a bit old...how do you guys like this one?

An update on Ulimatum

Ultimatum is a series of short stories that revolve around the conflicts of the world as I see them in 50 years. Anyways, Ultimatum is finally open, so you can view it if you want. Here's the overall back story:

The year is 2052, and human civilization is on the brink of total collapse. With the world population at 11 billion, a world food shortage combined with the rapid disappearance of natural oil reserves has severed trading connections between the U.S and China, effectively plunging both into a great depression. Russia is in the midst of civil war as the western half succeeds from the communist eastern side, which has joined China to form the Red Star Alliance, to join the European Union. Canada effectively closes its borders as its natural oil supplies make it a vulnerable target from both he E.U and the Red Star Alliance, and a new terrorist organization, the United Liberation Front, wreaks havoc upon the world. It’s a new kind of war now, a war where the conflict's as much between rich vs. poor as as nation vs. nation. These are the accounts of those soldiers who fought in the last days of human civilization, the men and women who put their lives on the line to protect what little they have left in a war that overshadows anything the world has encountered yet.

Welcome to circa 2052, welcome to war.

101 Things To Do Before I Die Part 1

okay, back to actual blogging...hopefully the homework situation will back itself of for a wile (doubtful) so I can get back to some actual posting.
Anyways, here is 1-10 (in no particular order) of 101 things to to before I die. This includes places to visit, things to do, people to meet, ect ect all wrapped up into one huge mess of a list. some are obvious, some less so, and some may leave you wondering "why would he want to do that??" anyways, Enjoy!

1. See the Eiffel Tower in France
2. See a U2 preforamnce
3. go to the super bowl
4. Be on T.V
5. Visit Spain
6. Visit England
7. Visit Germany
8. Visit Rome and Venice in Italy
9. Begin my day with an ocean sunrise and end it with an ocean sunset
10. Visit San Fransico

Good Day!

Excuse the cheesy title, but I got some good news...for me anyways XD Basically, the school has put out a 'student of the month"- one girl, one guy, and they get to go to some fancy resort place for rich people and eat dinner there..along with the other student of month guys.

The Good: fancy resort, good food (compared to cafeteria junk..ugh), and one of my best friends (FRIEND, not GF, before you get any ideas) got picked as the girl

The Bad: the other people there are probably going to be straight-A geeks/nerds, and since my parents work to much, my principle has to drive me there...awkward :x

The Unknown; How the heck did i get this?! I'm far from a straight A student. more of a C-B, and the same goes for that other girl. Yeah, I'm friendly with almost the entire class and yeah, I do pretty good when the LA teacher wants us to stand up in front of the class and present something (wax museums coming up, that's going to be fun. I'll tell you guys more about it later, but I'm surprised it wasn't the smart kid(s) that got it...not that I'm complaining of course...

Notification: new blog in the works

First off, Dos Fuegos is still going to serve as a journal for writing and personal thoughts (as its undoubtedly become now), but I got an alternate blog in the makings going by the name of Project: Ultimatum. Now, I would be seriously surprised if you guys took the slightest interest in it, and by all means you probably would want to stick with Fuegos.
As far as The Origami Killer, I'm still in the rough patches of writing it, and because of the tons of homework I got (along with sports), progress is a bit slow. I'll post what I can once a got a fair bit polished up.

The Origami Killer

Okay, I got this idea that's been rolling in my head for the past few days, and I want to ask you guys what you think of it. Best part is, it may have enough action in it and good enough characters that I may actually keep it.

Its called How to Save a Life, and it revolves around a series of homicidal murders that have taken place throughout Chicago. The killer leaves no evidence of the murder, no finger prints, no stray hairs, no traces of DNA, except the simple origami piece left at the scene of the crime. Known as The Origami Killer, he's on the FBI's most wanted list, but for the past year he's evaded every investigation that the FBI, CIA, Police Force, and Federal Government have put through...often resulting in the death of the investigators, a single origami piece the only evidence turned up on the sense of murder.

Mars Alexander was a former FBI agent living a successful and happy life on the edges of the Chicago suburbs with his wife, Miranda, and two Twin boys, Mathew and Joshua. However, when a gang hit-and-run attack results in the death of his 8-year old son, Joshua, Mars' life is turned upside down. Now divorced and having left the FBI, he lives with his other son, Matt, who he had become increasingly distant to. However, when Matt is captured by the Origami Killer, Mars pushes everything he has aside and re-joins the FBI in the hopes of saving the only thing left in his life to love.
Throughout the story, he meets up with two companions: Chloe, a private investigator who is constantly fearful of when the Origami Killer with ultimately kill her, and Logan, a 19-year-old gang member hunting down the Killer after a deal gone sour ends with the death of most of his crew, yet he also *spoilers* happens to be one of those who killed Mars' first son, Joshua.

So, what do you think? suggestions (what withe the origami ect) would be much appreciated

-dev

Photography Pt 2

Here's a few more photos. Enjoy!








1. My adorable puppy, Hope
2. My house
3. The sweetest cat on earth, Cuddles
4. My 23 lb cat, Arthur (for you metric users out there, lets just say that he's one fat cat)
5. My sister's cat, Daisy

Band

I haven't posted for a bit, so i might as well just show you these two pieces im playing for band/orchestra. When you hit the sight, click on Mp3 audio to listen

http://www.jwpepper.com/10029219.item

http://www.jwpepper.com/2472804.item

Carpathia has a kinda western feel, which is cool, but my favorite is Dos Fuegos, which my blog is (of course) named after.

It's a very safe sight, just a place to buy music sheets, so you dont have to worry about anything really. As far as band goes, i play the trombone, and in strings I play the viola (a larger, richer sounding version of the violin). The deep stuff in Carpathia is Low Brass, where the trombones are, while you can hear my solo (yes, solo!) at around 2:22 in Dos Fuegos.

Memories of Summer 2009

So, school starts tomorrow. Which is both good and bad. On one side, i get to see some friends that i haven't seen in a while...but on the flip side, im going to be bogged down with homework, chased by hectic schedules, and haunted by the ever-present social issues that find their way into every middle school hallway (yes, we have to share the same building with the elementary kids..but with a size of only 300, that's not that bad). Oh, one other thing...summers OVER!!! *cries*

To ease my mind of the self-imposed sorrow and rage that is flowing through my veins (that might have come out a bit thick :P), i've decided to write down my favorite moments of the summer. So here, in no particular order, is my Memories of Summer 2009.

-Playing Halo 3 with my sister, friend, and cousin...while having Don't Stop Believing playing on full volume and singing tunelessly at the top of our lungs until midnight. We may have had a bit to many diet cokes that night...

-Sitting in the middle of times square and people-watching. The irony that NYC is the least prejudice city int he world...people would walk by two gay guys (i'm meaning that in the factual sense) and not give a glance. I dunno, im not prejudice or anything, but that left a pretty big impact on me..you'd have to be there to understand I guess

-Climbing the full 5000 something feet to the top of Grandfather Mountain and fully comprehending the sheer awe and beauty of where i live (see Photography Part 1)

-The hours i spent reading on my newly-built deck, the radio playing old 80's rock while the sun dipped below the rolling hills and submerged the mountainside inot twilight

-watching the Lion King Broadway show..with front row seats. It was nothing short of amazing

-Spending the day with my friend building mountain bike trails with some of my mom's work partners, then heading to the YMCA, and eating icecrem from Sonic ont he 45-minutes ride back.

-Dressing up as a zombie and having a blast making a movie that wouldn't probably make it to most second-hand video stores. And then heading to McDonald's and having dinner with about 20 other people...while still in our zombie outfits.

-Spending the day uptown during the Independence Day parade with a bunch of my friends, than spending the rest of the night watching a bunch of collage students mess around with Tennessee Fireworks during a pretty big Fourth of July party

And..that's about it. I can't really think of anything else. But thats soem of my favorite memories of summer for you...hope you were interested.

Top Songs

This begins what I like to Call The List. As in, its a collection of places I want to visit, things I want to do, my favorite books, ect. I'll keep updating them, so be sure to check the link every now and then. This shows my 15 favorite songs, in order from greatest to least. check them out on Youtube or iTunes if you want.
Note: many of these may not be familiar to some people, as I listen to mainly 70-80s rock. Yeah, im an old soul :)

1. Don't Stop Believing- Journey
2. Foreplay/Longtime- Boston
3. Someday I'll Be Saturday Night- Bon Jovi
4. Boulevard of Broken Dreams- Greenday
5. The Last Fight- Velvet Revolver
6. Pride (In the Name of Love)- U2
7. One of These Nights- Eagles
8. Don't Fear (The Reaper)- Blue Oyster Cult
9. Boston- Augustana
10. Only the Good Die Young- Billy Idol
11. Summer of '69- Bryan Adams
12. Livin' on a Prayer- Bon Jovi
13. 100 Years- Five for Fighting
14. The Final Countdown- Europe
15. Blue Collar Man (Long Nights)- Styx

The Big Scoop on the Big Apple

Okay, this is way overdo, seeing that i left over two weeks ago, but i've been busy..with camp. Its a university sponsored thing, called UREC (no points to whoever figures out what that stands for), and is a lot of fun at times..and a lot of not fun at others. For example, Today (Thursday) Me and a few other campers my age, along with my sister, did a huge diving/jumping competition at the pool, along with Playing Dodgeball in the gym and hanging out at the University Solarium after lunch. However, we actualy had a dance class- dance class! - at the end of the day, which wasn't that bad i guess. I mean, we all looked like dorks compared tot he director person, so i decided to make the most of it and really get into it- as a huge joke of course. It was actually kinda funny to see all those people barely moving while im completley grooving out...it was a major lol moment :). However, im not too ecstatic about going this and next week, as school starts directly after I finish. Yep, we go to school in August. That should be illegal.

Anyhow, back to NYC. To put bluntly, the city was big..and crowded..and noisy..and had the best hot dogs ever. You had taxis take you wherever you wanted, though most things were in walking distance, and there wasn't a building under 10 stories high as far as you could see. Central Park was nice, but very, very artificial compared to where I live..all the trees in nice little rows, rocks place too convienently for picture taking, you get the picture. The city in and of itself was very intimidating in a way..but there was so much to do, so i cant say If i was relieved or disappointing when we left..probably a mixture of both.
We took a huge boat tour around Manhattan (that was interesting for like the first hour and a half before it got boring), Went to the Natural History museum (again big, crowded, and noisy) and got front row tickets to THE Lion King on Broadway. As in, the REAL THING, not some traveling community. The show followed the story of the movie, yes, but other than that it focused solely on African culture and traditions. Each of the animals was a person (or more in the case of the elephants and rhinos) in a costume, and the way they moved and acted was scarily like their actual animal counterpart. From the beginning song to the climatic ending, I was captivated into he show, and have to say that it was one of the best times of my life. When the animals came in from the isles at the very beginning to witness the birth of simbah, the girl on the isle across from me had her whole face lite up..jaw agape and everything. I think that my face mirrored hers in more ways than i would admit. I could go on and on about this, but to put short it was well worth the price of admission, and if you ever see any traveling bands, or get the opportunity to go to NY yourself, i HIGHLY recommend seeing it.
As far as Times Square, It was bright, crowded, and expensive, but had a lot of things to do in it. I guess you could say the same thing for New York in whole, and it was one of the best places i've ever visited in my life...not that i would want to live there or anything ;)

Leave of Absence

Okay, im going to New York this weekend, see the empire state building, times square, ect (yay!). Needless to say, i wont be able to blog much (if any) till monday. So, in the mean time, try reading this at 12:00 at night.

http://web.archive.org/web/20050117173007/www.dougaustin.com/tlcaves/pdf/Thefearofdarkness.pdf

Ill be back

Photography Part 1

Okay, so i've taken an interest in photography, and i thought that i'd start with taking a few pictures of where i live. I've been taking A LOT of hikes (around 10 miles week), mostly around this place called grandfather mountain, where all but one of these pictures are from. Not to boast or anything, but i think that i live in one of the best places on earth. There is practically no crime, only two towns (one is no more than a village, but ill see if i can get some pictures of that too) and this. Only downside is the sixty-seventy Mph (around 75-90? Kph for some of you)
I took all of these myself *hugs himself* im so proud :D







1. This is taken atop Rough ridge, and is looking south along the NC mountain range
2. here you can see the Viaduct, though its taken sideways..you gonna have to crane you neck a bit sorry :)
3. Bass Lake, a peaceful little place on the parkway that not alot of people visit, unlike Price park/lake.
4. Cattowwa Peak, highest point on the mountain, at 5,200 something feet. I dunno how that translates into meters..i think around 2 km, maybe 1.5?
5. my new deck. has a pretty good view, but the picture isn't taken at that angle. Its in little hollow in the mountains, so we get some pretty bad winds in the winter.

The New Story Part 2

Before i go in to this, i need some names for the story. So, if you have a sudden urge to comment, please give me some ideas.

June 5th, 2014
This nightmare started last week. It was supposed to be a normal checkup, but they did test me for Zombie Syndrome because of the recent outbreak in Charlotte. Guess what? Yep, i tested positive, you want a cookie or somethin? Its kinda etched in my brain at the moment, but that's kinda obvious, isn't it?

I remember that i was sitting in a kind of chair, those white ones that always smell of some cleaning detergent and never have even a spot of dirt on them. I guess you could say that for the whole room, too, as i quickly found out after trying to find patterns in the ceiling tiles for the last..hour, hour and a half? Not important i guess, so lets just say that i was really, really bored.
I remember that Dr. Cleanman (im serious) had pulled my mother out into the hall, and i had quickly found that the walls kept any noise from outside safely reduced to muffled whispers. So, when my 'mother' came in with red spots around her eyes, i quickly came to two conclusions:
1. Things were really, really bad (for me, that is)
2. my mother wasn't crying for me, but for her high-up public image. I cant remember the last time she cried for me.
with those two things down, i cant really say that i was surprised that i had Zombie Syndrome. Upset, needless to say (im not going to go into the details), but I decided to tune out my mothers sobs 9again, not directed towards me) and Dr. Cleanman's professionally uncaring diagnostic of how i would slowly, slowly loose my mind over the next three weeks.

Things just went downhill from there

A new story

okay, so i finished The War of the Worlds, and i thought of a good story idea. only a matter of time before i (undoubtedly) ditch it, but here goes my first one:

BTW they're put into a kind of journal format, through the account of a teenager (16?) who has just contracted a disease that, after a few weeks, transforms them into mindless zombies-mutant things. This girl, Suzie (NOT my actual girlfriend's name, if Kayla is reading this) knows she has the disease, and knows that she will undoubtedly "die" after a few weeks. In the mean time, she is treated as a social outcast, and as her entire life abandons her,(family, friends, boyfriend)she is forced to find something in life worth hanging on to. And yes, it is a girl. I write in a first-person diary of a girl, who probably is thinking thoughts nothing like the thoughts of other girls. but I'm a guy, so You guys can deal :P

AND my town is not called Brecksville, and i do not live near Cleavland. I changed the location for obvious reasons.

June 4th, 2014

Im dead. Not literally, of course, but i might as well be. You see, weird inanimate bundle of pages wrapped within two loosely bound sheets of leather that im talking to like it is an actual person, im diagnosed with something called Acronopsis, AKA Zombie Syndrome, that will turn me in to some kind of homicidal mutant that hunts for people's brains and eats em. No, I'm serious, these zombies are actual cannibals. Or should i say, WE zombies, seeing that im just as good as one of them now. And your probably wondering, why dont i just shoot myself and get it over with, and that would be fine and great with me, aside from two reasons:
1. I probably wouldn't have the guts to put a gun to my own head
and
2. The government took every weapon-like object aside from plastic butter knifes from the general population to limit the amount of harmful objects the zombies can get their hands on.
So, unless i want to rip the guns of a blackwatch soldier (not gonna happen) im stuck with nothing sharper than a Sharpe (huh, huh) to commit suicide with. So, tough.

My oh-so-loving family tried to put me in a kind of asylum to, quote, re-connect with myself. For you retards out there, that's the friendly way of saying "we don't want our daughter to be a brain-eating mutant thing, so we're just going to ignore it and send her off to a nice little place where they can put her in a tiny little enclosed space with hundreds of teens rapidly loosing their minds. And they're is also the slight chance that some bald scientist guy will come in and dissect her, so maybe we can go around saying our daughter was sliced in half, and that way she contributed to the overall cure of mankind. Have fun darling!"
And then they moved
I, of course, refused to sign the pamphlet that put me in that oh-so-happy place to contribute to the "survival of mankind". Now i kinda wished that i had, seeing that it could give me the slightest chance to die before i was completely consumed.
tough

Rage and Despair

okay, so i've been writing more on The Last Days, but it pretty much is a completely different story. here's the run-down so far:

The book takes place in a near-future earth, maybe 50 years in the future. It follows a girl who wakes up on a deserted street with no memories of her past when she is around 10. six years later, now running under the name of ghost, she finds that she is actually a member of a corrupt dictatorship organization thing, who erased her memory and transferred her mind into the mind of a ten-year old girl so that no one would find her after she ran away from this "Union". So, here's one of my favorite parts i've written:

Half a day had passed since I witnessed the murder, the sun has now set. I can still see the astonished face of Fredrick every time i close my eyes, and every time my heart accelerates with fear and anger. I move faster, faster then i ever had on the air board, praying for the nightmare to be lost behind me in the rushing wind. Yet still i wonder: am i Tanya, am i howling inside for the death of Fredrick? Yet i shake my head, chasing the despairing thoughts away from my mind. I am Ghost, I never new the man. Of course i cannot feel the pain Tanya would feel, the grief that she would have endured. Yet this only makes me more wounded, and the tears still swell from within my chest at the face of anguish as Fredrick's former love stabbed him through the heart...as I stabbed him through the heart.

It seems, to my imagination, that every path i have boarded, every person i have ever spoken to, holds a part of me. I have become worn, tired, dispersed. If i am to end my suffering, I must draw together my distant parts, selfishly, protectively. No matter what may occur, I must wrap all my sorrows inside, if i am to become Diamond hard. Impossible to wound, incapable of tears.
Stretching my arms high above my head, i inhale, bringing back the echos of the past, bringing them within the cold confines of my being. Past the torn fencing, in the graffiti-covered parks, they hear me. My scattered selves. They rise like the undead, given the chance of life again, and eagerly seek the call. All that i was, all that i once cast aside, comes back to me now, for i am wounded and must heal myself, must become strong once more. Even those attachments i once cared for- Mark, Athena, Nathan, Gabriell, they too must be wrapped within my cold, hard form. Feeling the loss, but determined to survive, i inhale a third time.

There are no longer any exposed parts of my being to harm me, to harm the ones i love. For i am, and will always be Ghost, and forever must i continue onward.

All is still, and yet i quiver with energy. With my eyes closed in concentration, i channel the vibrancy of my life force into my heart. Only six year of existence, but so much vitality. Denser now, my weaknesses fall into the core of my being. Pride goes first, followed by innocence. Love is harder to force down, but eventually i am left only the few motions needed to win this war, the war that rages both in the world around me and within my heart. I am left with two: Rage and Despair. Rage has a silver breastplate beneath her gown, she carries a sword and a crown of silent screams apon her head. Despair is veiled; in her hand she holds a mirror, the brooch of her cape is an opalescent lily. They frighten me, but i let them closer, they lift their arms and embrace me.
Oh, Mercy! they are fire and ice. I blaze and burn, my soul is slowly torn through and through. We cling tighter, and my suffering continues throughout the night. All nights must end, i tell myself. And so it does, with the light of dawn, banishing the creatures of my own creation, my own will. Within the heart of the sun lies the bane and salvation of man, the only thing that keeps us going through the darkness of our lives. And, with Rage and despair's departure, i am purged. With a startling realization, i find that the victory to this endless fight lies not within darkness, but with light.

I turn my board and dive into the light of the sun, hope in my steed.

We are all inventors, each sailing out on a voyage of discovery, guided each by a private chart, of which there is no duplicate. The world is all gates, all opportunities.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson

>im not going to be able to post this week, so ill just put this song up for ya. Its by U2, a band which is nothing short of amazing. They're part of a world wide campaign called the one, and use the money they get to help the poor ect. Their a really political band, but in a good way..against oppression and all.
ill post more later

Pride (In The Name Of Love) lyrics - U2 lyrics

Pride (In The Name Of Love) Video - U2 Music Videos

Music Videos by VideoCure

btw i know that the video isn't that great, but the lyrics are what its here for

What some wish for...

A little "be careful what you wish for" story. Just to clarify, i have nothing against lawyers, their just fun to poke fun at. This one is pretty weak, but i need to put something up so..


Stephen Kline was a respectable man living in the suburbs of Boston. Having graduated top of his class from law school, and with a prosperous future with the Boston Law, he was also plagued with many less flattering traits that plagued many lawyers of his time: greed, treachery, and a firm hand in the underground market all kept him as a focus in his job. And all of these flaws would lead Kline to his ultimate demise, which began on a fateful road during typical Monday afternoon as he was walking back from a particularly grueling day at the office. As he strolled past a common gypsy beggar, he was startled with a sudden tug at his leg. Looking down, he found the beggar clawing at his feet, begging for change. “Please sir, just enough to by me some food, my children are starving!” Glancing down at the empty jar, he shrugged and dropped a five dollar bill into her outstretched hands. Yet, even as he made a move to walk away, he found that the pitiful pile of rags was still clinging to his pants leg. With tears in her eyes, she brought her gaze to stare right below his nose, and cried hoarsely:
“Thank you, sir, your charity shall be greatly rewarded!”
She brought her eyes up, and Kline hesitantly, after a few seconds of silence, ventured further with a casual
“Huh?”
The woman, her long nails digging into his arms, clawed her way to her feet. “I will grant you three wishes, and no matter what you say, it will be granted to you”.
Kline, clearly questioning the sanity of this woman, ventured farther with another casual “Huh?”
“Go on, anything you want, it shall be granted”. Was Kline imagining the faintly reddish glow in the woman’s eyes?
Well, if it worked, he would never have to work again. If I didn’t, no harm done, right? “Okay…I guess, for starters, I would like a trillion dollars.
The woman seemed to be considering this, then “go on”
“I would like myself to be envied by everyone for my beauty”
“done”
He thought for a moment, then “I’d like to live forever”
“You Sure?”
“Yes”


6:30 A.M, the next day

Kline awoke the next morning in a daze, having stayed up all night doing paperwork. Practically crawling to the bathroom, he picked up his razor and began to shave, not really focusing on his image in the mirror. After nicking himself, however, he glanced up only to see and alien face staring back at him. What stood before him in the mirror was undoubtedly beautiful, but somehow…predatorial, as if he was a kind of vampire. He ran to the computer, to find, to his great enlightment, that exactly 1 trillion dollars had been transferred into his bank account. Practically skipping with glee, he hurriedly got ready and ran out the door.

Kline walked up to the newsstand, the newsboy completely rapped up in his gaming magazine. Grabbing a paper, he slapped down a five dollar bill. Without looking up, the newsboy said “that would be 500...yen, sir”.
“Yen??”
Flipping a page in his game informer, he replied “yeah, the U.S dollar dropped hugely over night…government’s using yen now.” He glanced up, then started backing away from the desk slowly. “What are you, anyways?” In a daze, Kline simply got up and left, emerging himself in the shadows of the alleyways.

3 thousand years later

The U.S government hadn’t been too happy with him, he reflected as his stomach gave another painful jerk, trying to digest itself but to no avail. Having found him in possession of trillions of stolen U.S dollars, and put of by his unearthly looks, they locked him up in a cell to rot until they found a way to deal with him. But nuclear war decades later changed all of that, and he had simply curled up and waited for the sun to supernova, then to float aimlessly through space through endless darkness and cold, possibly finding himself on another life-bearing planet. And even then, could his body keep going even after the universe ripped itself apart?

He would think the same thing, over and over, for the rest of eternity.

School is out

Yeah, I know that i haven't been writing as much as i want, but I've been spending the last few days of school hanging out with friends that i wont see over the summer. However, now that school is (finally) over, i think i can get back to writing...

As far as my short stories go, i have been writing them..just that i can find anything that's good. I've written around 3-4 stories. then when i look over them i just delete it all.. Probably have one in this week.

If you want some good stories though, my sister Kayla is really good..i mean REALLY good. You can find her at Kaylas Blog Site.blogspot.com

Im still here

Okay, i need to post something to keep you guys reading, so im just going to gripe about my day.

Pretty much, i wake up at eleven (I was up till around 1-2 last night) and then went straight to picking up plywood, moving concrete blocks, washing cars, ect. Just another Saturday.

I'm exhausted, needless to say.

On the other and, I'm coming to a close on my latest short-story. basicly its about this guy that gives money to a begger, and in return gets three wishes. Not to spoil anything, but they dont come at as well as he would have thought...

-I have no quotes for today...im that tired (lol)

In the wake of the Comet

Okay, so I've written three different short stories so far, and this is the only one I've really completed. And its not that long. But, here goes nothing: in the wake of the comet.
Note: its really an asteroid, but it sound better with comet

To his right ear sounded a faint buzzing, a noise that would immediately awake Randy Gales if it was any other day. Rolling over onto his side he glanced at the clock. 9:36 A.M, 7:27:24, the day when the world would stand still. And yet, when he glanced outside his apartment window, it was far from the doomsday scenario he would have pictured. Instead of a blood red sky there was a common morning haze: where gust of fire would have been where fluffy white clouds. The morning sun had just risen over the towers of Manhattan, casting a calming orange glow onto the streets below. it was just like any summer day in New York, with the exception that it was the freaken LAST day in New York. With a sigh, Randy pulled himself out of the bed and embraced his final hours on earth.

The world had first known of their doom three years ago. With NASA watching the skies for nuclear misses instead of prospective life-bearing planets, the doomsday devise gradually closed in on the tiny, vulnerable planet of earth until it actually passed through the orbit of Jupiter. And when the leaders of the world finally noticed the rock, it was too close to stop. Scientist calculated the exact freaken second of its impact onto the hills of northern Virginia, and estimated that the blast radius would reach as far as Atlanta and Quebec. It was, as some marveld, the largest body to enter our system in recorded history. Like that even mattered now that history had suddenly come to an abrupt and sudden end.

Within a year most governments had shut down, though China and France had managed to continue to function until a little over six months ago. The NYPD had shut down last months as riots intensified, and paper money became little more than kindling materiel. And yet, miraculously, this tiny pizza palace on the corner of times square had continued its business for free, supplying the best pizza in the world to valued customers. As Randy licked the last crumbs of crust off his plate before walking out the door (with a polite thank-you to Charlie) and into the chaos of the streets. People knelt in prayer on most corners, directly beside others who where partying the day away as their last hours slipped away from them. children cried on he side of the streets for their parents, who had either abandoned them due to lack of hope or had been trampled, stabbed, or shot by the mobs that flocked most streets these days. indeed, the only safe way to avoid death was, ironically, the alleyways, granted that you where in good terms with the gangs that called it to home.
Many had hoped to avoid the destruction by wandering into massive underground chambers that served as "shelters" for the oncoming storm. Like that would save them from a space rock half the size of Texas, Randy thought, as he walked past another entrance that opened to an expanse under Twin Towers Memorial Park. across the street, a group of boys half heartily dribbled a basket ball, not even bothering the take a shot. And yet as Randy walked past another building, an optimist, the ones that everyone wanted to strangle, protested that our destruction would only lead to the evolution of different species, and that it was all part of the course of the earth's cycle. farther across the street people simply walked over the corpses of a few poor souls who had the nerve to end their time before time officially ended.

And yet, even Randy's daily stroll through Manhattan gave him little comfort. As the day drew to a close, and as the final hour approached, Randy brought his tiny sailboat past Lady Liberty and pulled out that apple pie his mother had baked for him the night she got murdered by a group of doomsday fanatics. With ten minuted to spare, he grate fully licked the juice of his fingers, then stared into he night sky, a sky filled with a rainbow of colors dancing over the tranquil waters of New York Harbor. A smile playing on his lips, he reincounted the happiest days of his life: his first trip to Disney World, that perfect summer when he kissed his first girl, the time he caught his first fish on the shores of Price Lake. With a sigh, a examined his watch, and gazed into the night sky. in 73 seconds that tiny black dot would hit the hills of Virginia, and bring with it the obliteration of much of Manhattan. In a final act of retaliation, Randy brought his middle finger up tot he sky, to whatever spiritual being that would allow such an event to happen, then closed his eyes and waited for the sound. The sound that would start the beginning of the end.

Yeah, I just love depressing stuff. I would write more, but i'm kinda tired at the moment, and I need to study a bit for the EOGs tomorrow. But i want to know, what would you do on you last day on earth? would you pray? would you party and die laughing? Or would you be like me, like Randy in this story, and do the simple things in life: a game of basket ball, a long lunch at Olive Garden, and a finish to my life with a peaceful boat trip or a walk along the beach. Think about it.

"Everything we see or seem is just a dream inside a dream"
-Edgar Allen Poe

Im back

Okay, sorry that i've not been on much, but I've been reaaaly busy with this EOG prep. Basically, you come home, do homework, than complain about the three hours of math you had to endure. Recently, however, i finished Alfred Hitchcock's stories that even scare me, and i think im going to write a few short-stories in my search for something nice and long to write.

Ill start on it soon.

Agravation

Okay, i haven't posted for around two weeks, and that due to a few different things. One, i'm busy with school and the upcoming EOG test. Second, i'm bogged down with the social life (ugh) and been busy outside now that its finally sunny. And third, im stuck. Not that I cant think up of something, but just that nothing seems to really grow on me. When im writing apocolyptica or some Spore fanfiction, its kinda fun, but i really need to get attached to the characters to actually write good. For example, if i could write up someone as interesting as Max in Maximum Ride or as innocent as Rue in the Hunger Games, i could maybe care about them enoguht to actually write a great dialog for them or something. Maybe ill find something to write later on this week.

by the way, the answer to the riddle i wrote a while back is: nothing.

Man loves nothing more than life, fears nothing more than death
the poor have nothing, the rich require nothing, and content men desire nothing
Savdrifts spend nothing and spendrifts save nothing
and no one carries anything to the grave.

You could also subsitute nothing for clothes, and it would work too XD

Someday I'll be Saturday Night

Well, it's Monday again...this weekend went by way too fast. But I got a little song that might cheer you up a bit:

Someday I'll Be Saturday Night lyrics - Bon Jovi lyrics

Someday I'll Be Saturday Night Video - Bon Jovi Music Videos

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Riddle

Okay, i know my sister (Kayla) is probably going to be reading my blog as of late, so please, please don't tell the answer to this! hehe. I got a riddle that only, so far, one person has been able to crack. lets see if you guys can get it.

What does man love more than life,
fear more than death or mortal strife?

What the poor have, the rich require
and what content men desire.

What spendrifts save and savedrifts spend,
and all men carry to their graves.

Pretty god, huh? came up with it around a year ago...(hint: the answer is obvious, you just to think a bit)

"It Never rains but it pores"
-The words of Freddie mercury in Under Pressure

Iron Lotus

They had all hear the stories: the day, nearly 200 years ago, when the sky had filled with fire and death reigned on the land. When plague ripped the souls of the living, and the shadows crept from their tombs to seek retribution on the living. And how only those securely held within the massive underground cities, or Vaults, had survived the years of the Apocalypse. Not that Jake Edwards believed any of that crap, it was simply to him a thin excuse to keep the people of Vault 13 underground and under the overseer's dictatorial rule. But it wasn't either of these daunting facts that filled Jake's mind as he wandered down the complex tunnels of the Vault. All that mattered at the moments was the prospect of joining the Vault's biggest, baddest, and wildest group on the streets: Snakehead.
Though curfew was technically in effect, true Snakes could evade the watch with ease, and Jake suspected that this was his first trial on the way to full membership. Not like it was much of a problem for him, as he had traveled these streets almost every day when he was young, on his have that perfect artificial night with his girl friend, Megan. That was until some drunk guard had beat her to death three years ago, that is. Sliding down a railing silently behind the guard, he slammed his hands against the watch's temples, knocking him unconscious. Taking the guard's pocket book, he waved it in the air to whichever snake was undoubtedly watching. The Snakes had earned they're famous rep as rebels against the Overseer, a kind of robin hood, stealing from the rich and giving to the poor. Though random vandalism was not at all uncommon.
A shadow in the darkness of the endless cavern, he made his way passed three more guards before coming across the ruined husk of an ancient storehouse. He walked to the door, before his wrist was seized by a cloaked figure to the left. Even when Jake had his eyes cast fully apon the figure he found that his eyes couldn't focus fully on the edges of the man's cloak, but ignored the wrenching fealing in his stomach as he followed the shadow through an open window.
The Snake threw back his hood, and Jake gasped: it was Alexander Cresswood, the legendary leader of Snakehead. Rumors were that even the Overseer did not know the existence of this hero, that he was the noblest of all within the Vault. And when the striking nineteen year old flashed him a toothy grin, Jake couldn't help to feel a sense of awe.
'Huh, you actually made it, Edwards. Guess you're not half as bad as i thought you were..still not quite as good as a snake, but you show a certain..potential." Xander's voice was thick with a slight accent, and Jake could tell that each word held a hidden meaning. "Of course, we need only the best of the best in the Snakes, and I am skeptical on how well you could survive in our family..without friends outside of the clave, living on the fringes of society."
His heart sinking, Jake listend, dismayed, to the rest of Cresswood's speach:
"We need proof that you could accomplish that no normal man could achive..an act verging on the impossible that would seal your membership ito Snakehead"
"Yes, yes, anything you want! i'll do anything!" Jake replied earnestly, desperate to do anything, anything to give his miserable life on the streets a meaning.
The Adderhead grinned, then relied in a boarderline mocking voice: "i must admire your dedication, even how frail you're use to us may be. Very well, i may as well give you a chance"
'I want you to kill the overseer"

As a child

OK, i understand that i didn't really want to write another one of these, but I'm bored, and i made another one for Lit. This one is supposed to follow our childhood years, so we pretty much have to write about all of ages from six to twelve.
And i think you'll notice by now that i enjoy writing depressing stuff (lol)

Beginning the journey of life,
age six was my year of magic
making friends, playing ball,
as a child i was freefalling.

Making my way into the world,
age seven was a year of freedom.
taking walks, sleeping over with friends
as i child i was freefalling.

Enjoying the last days of childhood,
Age eight was the year of fun.
biking and running,
as a child i was freefalling.

Taking first responsibilities,
age nine began an age of maturity.
Watching my sister, staying up late,
as a child i was freefalling.

Entering those infamous double-didgets,
age ten opened my eyes to the world.
Car bombings, murder,
yet, as a child, i was freefalling.

Sorrow forever more,
eleven was a year of darkness.
existing in solitude, enduring shame,

Standstill


Finding a last hope,
twelve was a year of rebuilding.
Reclaiming my pride, Reviving my dignity,
Making the jump once more.

This isn't really how i had written it (i forgot the entire first sentence to each one!) i still think it shows a lot of peoples lives as they really are..or how mine is. In fact, i would have been stuck at eleven for quite awhile until i had found a friend that i could really look up too, and who made me the person i am today (NOW, whether that's a good thing, you decide). The hard part is gonna be reading this to the ENTIRE CLASS. pure torture.

Ill try (once i find that piece) to make it as it once was. until then, you must endure this poem that took, well, ten minutes to think up.

Midnight Sun

'fricken piece of-" Jake cursed the broken water filter, only to be hushed by a sharp glance from his partner's ghostly light blue eyes. Whatever her name was, Natalya or something, had somehow managed to scavenge beside him through the long, dreary weeks. Not like he didn't owe her anything, after that near escape from death a while back. Like it mattered, she didn't really take too much food, and could get into places he couldn't..with a few nice surprises over the days.

Like this water purifier. If only he could make it work, it would supply him with fresh, clean water until..until..well, until it broke that is. Grumbling to himself, he tossed the case over to the girl. "see if you can fix it"he sighed, turning back to the three or four pieces of spoiled food he had collected in the afternoon: an overripe apple, a rotten banana and a slice of cake that could do for food if they couldn't find anything else to eat before dark. ripping the cake in half, he turned back to Nat, only to find her holding out a perfect, in-tack water purifier out to him. he looked around, trying to find the other one she had obviously thrown away. With a shrug, he traded her the water purifier for the slice of cake.
"i fixed it for you" the young girl squeaked after devouring her food, with a curious glace from Jake.
"Really?? Huh". he finished his food, and with a quick sip from the purified water, looked at her again. "Your a scary, scary child, you know?"

She beamed her angelic smile.

I think i actually got through my writer's block on this (wahoo!). i'm thinking on naming the next on either Iron Lotus or Ragnarok.

HELP!!

I cant think of a single thing to write. I'm absolutely NOT going to write another poem for a while, and I'm having trouble evolving The Last Days. any ideas for another story? Right now i got:

Return of the Bubonic Plague into 21st century New York

Some kind of military thing that takes place in Afghanistan

Angle-Demon war (just finishing The Mortal Instruments, amazing!)

then again, i can always just write a book about a bunch of perfect people having a perfect life. how's that for scary? lol

any helpful insightments would be greatly appreciated

-hidden mode [on] off

IT IS DONE!!

Comments are now enabled! turns out that the comment box would appear at the bottom of the page, creating the illusion that you could not post comments. Basically, comments are now handled through a pop-up text box.

Apocolyptica

That all was nearly five months ago, five months of absolute hell. For five month Jake Edwards had survived the struggle of daily wasteland life: the constant scavenging of rotting food, the nights where he would lie with his hands clasped around a rusted pocketknife staring paranoid into the darkness.
Yet if Jake could survive the halls of Middletown High and endure the constant squabbling of his parents, he could make it through this. At least, that's what he told himself every day to keep his mind off the constant hunger in his belly, and thats what he told himslef as he had to walk away from that tiny six year old begging for food. It was a wonder how the kid had survived all ths time, but it was doutfull that the girl would suffer life too much longer. But Jake was going to survive this, no matter how long it took that fool of a government to respons to this "incedent".

I AM NOT CRITISIZING THE U.S GOVERNMENT, THIS WAS SIMPLY FOR THE SAKE OF THE STORY

Yet it was only when Jake heard the rumble in the distance, and felt the crash in his toes, did he know that yet another skyscraper had shaken form its roots and crashed to the ground below. And when he saw the wall of debries roll his way, he knew that he had deliberated too long. Battling through the constant storm of dust and debries he finally sank to his feet, exhausted, whispering his encouriging words to himslef and his life gradualy faded from him. Eventualy, he felt himself being dragged away, and the constant sand subsided its tearing on his skin. The storm muted, he raised his weary eyes upward, only to see a hungry six-year old girl staring at him with those bi, blue eyes.

I think im gonna have to forfitt these writings, they're kinda weak at the moment. but hey, i needed something to write, ya know what i mean? Thinking about a story more modern..any ideas?

MAITNANCE

Okay, I'm trying to find a blog template that actually allows you to post comments, so expect some stuff messed-up for the time being. I'll post a successful template in comments.

The Meaning of Life

Okay, our LA teacher has this thing where we have to write poems and stories based on our life. One, which i think is my best, was a metaphorical poem. The Format is:
Metaphor stanza (I Am)
Metaphor stanza ( My Friend is)
Metaphor stanza (My Life is).
If you read this thing, i didn't really follow the format, but i think it's kinda good.
NOTE: get ready for some out-of-character gooey stuff.

Through the tempest of life I journey,
A simple vessel lost in the Unknown.
Through fire and lightning I endure,
Somehow breaking the crest of each wave.
On the horizon may i see a glimmer of hope:
another ship struggling amongst the storm.
To far to call for help, some stay afloat,
yet others others loose their will and sink into darkness.

Now and then might I see a friend:
an island, becoming me to rest,
to stay amongst their shores and shelter from the unending storm.
Lonely and Forsaken, i struggle to reach their warm embrace,
yet desperate as I am, i must be wary,
less i approach too quickly and crash amongst their rocky shores.
Though as tempting as it may be, I cannot linger in their warm currents,
For i am a wanderer, a vessel amongst the Tempest, and must continue the perils of life.

Again I dive into the abyss,
again destined to rock amongst the waves,
again forced to endure fire and lightning.
Time after time i must resist the embrace of the islands,
less I find myself captured in their waters, never to experience the journey again.
I must watch, helpless, as others are consumed by the storm,
Yet I must continue, as a wanderer, a vessel amongst the storm.
For I know that at the end of this tortured existence, that the last shore, that last light,
must await me at the end.

For i am a vessel amongst the Tempest, and forever must i journey through the perils of life.

Kinda dark, huh? Nevertheless, this is how many people's lives are, and even how I feel when I am at my most depressed state of mind. Enjoy my little glimpse into the meaning of life 8D.

PS. Still trying to figure out how to let comments actually work, but a really don't want to change the template. Until then, i guess I'll stay in the dark on my *ahem* great works *ahem*.

VIRUS ALERT

Okay, any of you heard of the conflicter worm? It was released on April 1st, and is one of the largest and toughest to kill computer viruses yet. What does it do? Steeling identities, bypassing firewalls, and sending SPAM (by the way, just found that that means spontaneously popping annoying emails..or something like that) to your computer. If you just happen to be "infected", it will also block those sites that tell how to protect against it. The only known way to stop it is to download this patch from another computer in your network AFTER your computer had been infected: http://www.symantec.com/norton/theme.jsp?themeid=conficker_worm

Hope this helps

The Last Days

Okay, I was going to be a bit more committed to this thing, but i recently had TONS of homework, along with a Battle of the Books competition, an All-State band festival, and 2-hour band rehearsals after school. So no, I'm not busy at all (Sarcasm). ANYWAYS, I've thought of this great (I hope) story idea, see how you like it:
It's the year 2012, and the economic crisis has exceeded the Great Depression, nations are nuking each other, and global warming is gradually flooding coastal cities. Basically, it's the end of the world. In the mist of this crisis, a fourteen-year old kid, used to be real popular, straight A student ect, struggles to survive the ruins of Apocalyptic Chicago after loosing his friends, family, and basket ball team to a recent nuclear bombardment. Saved by making it just in time to a bomb shelter under the school, he steps into a world completely different than it was 48 hours earlier. Enjoy!

It was silent, like so silent you could hear one of the hundred people in the rooms shuffle their feet...or, if you had enough room to shuffle your feet in this cramped dungeon they called a bomb shelter. Luckily, Jake Edwards had heard the sirens on his way to basketball and managed to get underground, but he doubted that the rest of the team was going to make it to a shelter before...his thought was drowned out by the first bomb, a sound louder than any he had heard in his life. There was no ka-boom, just a sudden explosion loud enough to temporary deafen him and a sudden, blinding light that even reached his underground prison nearly a hundred feet below the ground floor of his school. He had hugged his knees, telling himself stupid jokes to keep his mind away from the thought of the millions of people who had been burned alive with that first detention. His mom and dad, Lucy..no, he would not cry, he would not show weakness! Biting his lip to muffle the sobs coming from within him, he endured hour after hour of torment, with only the moans of the other survivors to comfort him. Once, an older woman doubled over, probably dead from a heart attack, but he remained in his cramped position through the constant sounds of the bombs, of death. Eventually he would notice the emptiness in his stomach, the desert in the back of his throat, but he had neglected to carry any food with him, and he had already decided not to ask the throng around him for help. Finally, he had lost track of time, a man close to the exit had opened the steel hatch, and one by one they had emerged from their dungeon and into the world around them, a world that could only be defined as...hell.
It's a bit weak at the moment, and this first part only shows his memory of his time in the bomb shelter, so the writing style (unless you like this) is going to change back to more traditional past-tense third person. Hope you enjoyed my little glimpse into the end of the world!

The Void and the Grox

Okay, to start out I'm going to do a bit of Spore fan fiction that has been growing in my head for a bit...here goes nothing.

The Grox. When you think of them, Grox that is, you may find yourself imagining a hulking beast bent on destruction of every known sentient race in the galaxy. Or, if you have happened to come across one of these creatures, you may be thinking of a small, rodent-like cyborg who dwells in the cener of the our galaxy. But this illusion is far from the truth.

In order to comprehend the sheer scale of the grox threat, you must look back countless melleniums to an elder race of aliens known as the "Kerigoth". This advance species ruled the galaxy peacfully until a cult known as the "Grox" used Kerigoth technoligy to create a Quazar- a super-massive balck hole in the center of the Galaxy. Thought to be a path to salvation and their heaven, these Grox knew little that they were unleashing a species of demonic brethren from within an alternate reality- The Void, known today as Dark Matter. One by one the Kerigoth worlds fell, until the last "heirarch", known as Spode, devised a plan to rid the galaxy of this scourge once and for all. The entire Kerigoth race, led by Spode, dived deep into the Quazar and sacraficed their life energy to close this rip in space. As the black hole closed, and the void's anchor to our world destroyed, the void still trapped within our galaxy began to phase out of our reality.

Spode knew one thing the other Kerigoth did not, however: that the void would rise again, and bring a new species as their followers, their slaves, their "Grox". So, placed on ten seperate planets, he develpoed the scrolls of spode as a warning. many alien races, after finding these tenents, thought of Spode only as a god, and did not uncover the true meaning of the warning. That is, until the grox would rise again, and the void unleashed back into our world...

So..Im here

It's Saturday!!! Which means no school, bugging my neighbors, and soccer. Course, this is my first post, so don't think I'm gonna put anything important in here. May do a bit of writing though...