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Wednesday, December 14, 2005

I disided there was no where to go with the other one so I reformed it

His people have always known about other worlds and demintions. There are many and they add more demstions all the time. Every man and woman makes one for themselfs to retreat into when they have found and hatched their "beast." He is being chased back, the people of this land belive him to be evil spirts, after finding his egg. He can not just appear back unlike the elders he might kill himself to atembt to open a briged.  He falls the world
Fades.
He dreams that they have caught him... but they look and flee.
Fade
He wakes up on the ground in a green forest.  His bag has spiled its contents, his arrows have broken his bow is cutting into his back and...
a dragon.


Wednesday, December 07, 2005

Running

He's running and running. Theres no time for stoping. He's getting short of breath every time his foot hits the ground he's getting hungryer and thirstyer ever second but he knows to pause is to die. A rock. He trips. He Falls. His last though is I'm dead.
He dreams terible dreams his fear has come true they've found him. They draw there sord. A foot away from his body they stop, fear spreads across their face and they flee faster then even he can run. He sees no more
The sun has risen and set many times befor he's awake. He pinches himself he can't belive he's not dead. At his feet isn't a rock. A dragon and a shell.


Monday, November 28, 2005

Since its my first entry on this xanga.

One voice
A voice knowing right from wrong
Slowly my voice received company
Now I have many voices
Yell day and night
Do this
Do that
Be this
Be that
Some where in there My voices must be
Meek and Gentle
Heard no more
Lost with no trace


Thursday, October 13, 2005

This is what I added to the end of "The Lord Of The Flies" for my english report:

Ralph startles himself awake hearing painted boys running after him smelling the smoke on the air. Its been nearly a monthsince they got off the island he has been haounted by the nightmares ever sence. He has become jummpy expectingthat a spear will come wizzing by his head. His theripist insist that he will get over it but he’s not so sure. He’s seen some of the worse in the human nature. How do you get past knowing what others or even yourself could do? Now they want him to mean the three people who impacted his life the most on the island, Jack and .

The darkness raps around Jack he’s on the hunt again. Ever since the killing of the first pig he wants to see blood, tonight he hunts cats. However he is pretending it is the beast, and he has a stick sharpend at both ends. He likes sneeking out of the house to hunt it’s the first time he’s been able to do it in a wile.

Jack Laughs as he looks back on all ths. He has fooled tthe people who are sopose to keep sosiety safe from him. At first they knew clearly that he wasn’t safe. In time he learned all the prety words they wanted to hear to make them belive he was safe. He has learned to twist words like the politisians do.

On the other hand is in a room waiting for his medication. Since he has come back they have kept him locked up. He isn’t able to hide his need to kill. He wants to destroy the people around him. He even went so far as to stab at his orderly. So they took away everything that could be considerd a sharp object.

The media is coming out to the hospital to talk to Ralph, Jack, and . The theripists of them belive that the are now strong enough to face the people. The boys meet on there way in to the lounge. Tehy act like nothing bad has happend but they can all feel it.

Inside the lounge theres three red couches for the guest to sit on. The host has a brouwn office chair behind a wood desk. The camra men surround them on all sides with a rather bored look. The boys take a seat with Ralph in the midal. The host is polite but able to cover all the questions viewers want to know.

On the way out of the lounge                 grabs one of the camras. The anger at Ralph for putting him in here flows out. If Ralph had died when he was sopose to he would be happy doing whatever he wants to. He bashes and bashes. The camra is in pecies. The Floor is a blood bath now walks out laughing.

Sorry I haven't updated in awile I havn't had time to write nor the patience. I have to sit around for about an hour and it just dosn't work.


Friday, September 09, 2005

Night Peace

Walking Through the Night Forest
Uneventfull at first glance
Activity at Second
Dear grazzing, owls hunting
With this natural life comes a
PEACE,
Calmness over takes you
Lost till the due shimmers from the sun

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Thease next things aren't anywere near done but I want to know what you think.

 

~~~~~~~~~~~OPTION 1~~~~~~~~~~~

a lone figure strides into town a weather warn clock protects him. A bow on his back arrows at his side no doubt a knife under the cloke. He heads to a run down hotel the kind that dosn't take a look at you as long as you pay.  The town notes him then is on their way, bussy. in thease times its a danger to stare at someone too long likly to get you killed.
Our figure takes up refuge in the hotel room 12 A not such  a nice room but theirs a bed and if you leave the bugs a sacrafice they leave you alone. Having only one back full of misulanius junk he heads out to find some food for his stumic. Down at the bar he gets a chicken samwich and a lemonad.

~~~~~~~~~~~OPTION 2~~~~~~~~~~~

A stranger his fetures are ruff not in ugly way but in a muturly older look then his years. However he can't be much older then his teens buteven he has become unsure of his age. Hes cloth fin him well even if they look like they've seen a lot of  weather.  A quiver and bow hang to the saide a pack at his back. Around him is a clock of mistery looking into his sky blue eyes you see ice, longing to be meleted. Our stranger picks up names randomly.
 Panther is his resent name. He heads off down the road seeing more then the avarge person. Finding a hotel were they wont ask to many questions They give him a room facing the streeet. He heads down to the bar notiong people.  Taking a seet in the corner he orders a club samwich and lemonate. On stae there is a tall lanky man playing th bass, a short bald guy on violin a lod man with long hands on the biano. They atempt to play a tune.



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