>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
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.
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
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)
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
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.
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
