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Ive realized Im scared out of my mind; david haunts me Saturday, November 21, 2009 (15:01:18)
Have you ever had those moments where you think you cant take it anymore?
My divorce is coming up soon (4 days) and the closer it gets, the more I think about what happend to me. I never really took the time to confront myself with all of it. I cried for Joshua. I cried for lost memories and stress.

I didnt cry for myself until a few weeks ago. That was the first time Id cried in months and I havent really cried since. I have reasons I need to cry, I just cant. A tear may come but then something in me clicks and wont let more follow.

Why do we do that? Why do make things even harder on ourselves. Is it something inside us that makes us believe we deserve to be in pain. We deserve to be unhappy, tired and stressed out?

My ex husband did a great job making me believe everything was my fault. My brain was smart enough to realize that I had no control over his actions and that everything HE did was HIS fault but when someone you love (and Im talkingmad love, I would have died for this man) tells you all these lies... at some point a part of you will believe them.

I know I am a good person. I know Im strong and smart and talented. I know im a good mother. But this one part of me, its so small but it just takes over sometimes. That part tells me, Im no good. I cant make it, Im not a good mother, Im not smart enough and I dont have enough talent. I think that is David. I think somehow he managed to engrave his words into my brain and I cant get rid of them. I am aware of the fact that these are all lies so why do I let them get to me?

Scars on the soul take a lifetime to heal. One day I tell myself, Im broken. The next I say No way Im fine.For real. I think im somewhere inbetween.
Somewhere lost between what I tell myself and what Davids haunting voice tells me. If he knew he still made me feel like shit he would be SOOOO HAPPY> I never let him know that. I am over him, just not over what happend. At least I am honest to myself. Yes, I miss my old my life.
I miss being with my army friends and doing the army wife stuff. I miss having a daddy around to help with Joshua. I miss having a husband. I just dont miss David. Does that make any sense?

I try to tell myself everything will be okay and that damn voice tells me "who are you trying to fool?
I KNOW IT WILL BE OKAY.....

Ive made it this far. My life is okay right now. I have income, my bills are paid, Josh has everything he could possibly want for his age. I live in a nice apartment. So why am I unhappy? Because this isnt the life I wanted for me OR Joshua.
I want my dog back. I want a daddy around. I want someone to talk to about the most random bull shit. I know Im young but I think Ive been through enough to know what I want. Im the woman who invited everyone over for dinner and let the neighbor borrow my car while I watched their 3 children plus my own son. (Really. I was watching 6 kids at once. I miss the babies so much). Im a family person and damnit I deserve to have a family.

I can be alone, Ive done it for awhile now. Ive managed to take care of myself and a child, a living being, by myself in the worse state of mind. Try being suicidal and a good mom at the same time. Now thats a mask you cant hide behind. The child feels when mom is sad.

Ive achieved alot. I know I can do more but I feel myself wanting to give up sooo bad. Jenna, its easier if you stay in Germany. Just keep doing what you are doing and when Josh is old enough you can get a job....

I would LOVE the easy route for a change. But I wont I CANT let myself give in to that. I dont want to stay in Germany. I want to go to the states. I want to go to college. Ive decided I want to study dramatic writing. I see movies in my head I dont see why I shouldnt get paid for writing them down. And working with actors and directors...come on, that sounds like fun.

I think the reason Im feeling like this is because things have been moving so slow the past year and a half that now; where things are going to go fast...Im getting scared. Maybe I am realizing that my old life will be officially over and I will have to leave my comfort zone one more time, kick myself in the ass ONE MORE TIME, do what is best for Josh and me..for oUR future. Yeah. Thats gotta be it. Im scared shitless. Wow, I have never said that before. Thats a first. LOOK! A tear. Holy crap.

Josh is all I have. I have to do whats right and make sure i can give him the best. He deserves the best. I know I deserve to be happy too which is why I want to study writing and not business. Studying business would go faster because I was in german business school but lets face it. Im too creative and I get bored to fast for that. That school used to bore the hell out of me. I was pretty good though. But naa, Ill stick to writing. I do it all day anyways.

So, how do I get this spell off me? How do I get David out? If he were GONE then I would feel better. I know this. Did I mention I let him talk to his son a few weeks ago and his mother told MY SON that IM A BITCH.... yes and then they told him to GIVE ME HELL.... I told myself so many times I wouldnt call David anymore because he is always saying stupid shit but that was the last straw. Saying stuff to me is one thing but to my son. The one thing that kept me alive when I felt there was nothing to live for. The child that i almost died having and would give everything up just to know he is safe and happy. NO DAVID... I put too much of my heart and soul into this child to let you ruin him. I will do EVERYTHING possible to make sure Josh is nothing like his father. I owe it to myself and Josh to make sure he becomes a GOOD MAN. Im so ranting over here but if I dont write about whats going on I am afraid I will lose my mind. Im surprised I havent yet.

One more time... one last hurdle. I know once Im in the states it will be more than one hurdle but Im not worried about that too much. Once I get everything going I think I will be fine.
I worry that David will find out where I am and try to pull something stupid. The man told me numerous times he would kill me if he couldnt see Joshua. Yet, he doesnt put ANY effort into his relationship with him.

I never wanted to be a woman to keep her son away from his father but David (although he was pretty good with Josh when Josh was easy, he is insane...I came home one day after walking the dog and heard david and josh screaming. david was shaking josh yelling at him because josh was crying since i left and wouldnt calm down.I wanted to kill david for doing that)
is not a good person for Josh to be around. Downloading child porn. He molested his nephew when he was 13 (I didnt know that until I was 5 months pregnant and I didnt know what to do), he gets aggressive, he never hit me though. He always left the house when he had the urge to hurt me. To be honest I would have rather taken a beating than what I had to put up with. Not everything about David is bad. He is funny and polite and very helpful but he is sick and thats something I cant have josh being around. Joshua is 2 years old and has been moved from housing to the states. Back to germany to kusel, idar-oberstein, wiesbaden and ktown. Now we are going to go back to the states. I cant keep doing this to us.

Anyways, I needed to get this off my chest. I dont talk about how I feel. I never have. I write it down. Its all I can do. Id rather have a bunch of strangers read this than talk to someone in person about it. Im weird like that.

Besides, sometimes it helps to see that others are having a hard time too.
I always think about people who havent been as lucky as I have and makes my problems seem like nothing. Just inside... im burning and the only way to stop that fire from spreading is to get it out in written form.
Its time to take off the mask. Im just hurting myself.


Its time you give me hugs ppls. ... I need them
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Khem
THE GOSPEL OF KHEM Saturday, November 21, 2009 (04:06:00)
"I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon." Song of Songs

"For since the beginning of the world men have not heard, nor perceived by the ear, neither hath the eye seen, O God, beside thee, what he hath prepared for him that waiteth for him." Isaiah 64:4



THE GOSPEL OF KHEM

A gnostic gospel


In the Beginning, there was nothing. And it pleased God not to be the God of nothing.

Therefore God said, ‘Truly, I Am in a Terrible Situation’. And God did ponder the Terror of His Situation.

After who knows how many aeons of Being-pondering, God came to a 'Realization'.

‘I Am not the God of nothing, after all! I Am God of The Nothing, because if nothing is anything, it is Real. Therefore, I Am now and forevermore the God of Is Real!

As soon as God gave voice to His Realization, the same did become all of Reality, and therefore did manifest as a Consuming Fire.

And Fire raged and raged, suffering for aeons, having been 'granted' Being as the very principle of Consumption, yet with nothing to consume. And Fire did seek to return to the Nothing.

But the God of Is Real said: ‘You cannot return to the Nothing, Fire, because now that I know I am the God of Is Real, it is no longer possible for me to go back to being God of nothing. I simply cannot forget, even if I wanted to. As much as it pains me, I must condemn you to find your own way out of the Terror of Your Situation.’

And so Fire did continue to suffer, for who knows how many aeons, until the Terror of Fire's Situation itself did cause a strange event, unprecedented since God realized He was God of Is Real. A 'Break' or 'Schism' did take place in the being of Fire, and the Substance of Fire did divide from its own Self or Image.

And to its boundless delight, Fire did glimpse its Image, and immediately did 'consume' it. But the Image of Fire had just separated, so had had no opportunity to assert its claim to Reality. And therefore Fire did in truth consume a portion of its own Substance.

And Fire did excrete a new substance, which was the second unprecedented event since God came to the Realization that He was not the God of nothing, but rather, the God of Is Real. And this new substance was Carbon, and is the excrement of Fire.

And Fire did make a Heaven and an Earth from its own excrement.

Meanwhile, Fire being all of Reality, the Image of Fire had no Place. Therefore, the Image did suffer.

And after who can say how many aeons of suffering, the Image of Fire did long to return to Fire. But Fire could not perceive its Image, believing to have already consumed it.

And the Image longed to experience the joys of motion which Fire continually performed, in play with its 'Heaven and Earth'. And the Image did suffer at the Realization of the Terror of Its Situation.

And the Image did suffer for aeons countless and countless, and as the Realization dawned that it was doomed to never return to Fire, the Image did then find its 'Place' in Reality: to wit, the opposite of Fire.

The moment the Image did make this Realization, it did manifest as Ice.

And this got Fire's attention.

And Fire did marvel at the great beauty of its Reflection in Ice; and Fire did swell with Pride.

And as Fire approached Ice, Ice uttered the first Word: ‘No!’ For its part, Fire did utter ‘Yes!’ and together Fire and Ice did utter the first Word of Creation: ‘No-Yes’ or, simply, ‘Noise’.

And Fire did pierce through Ice, a moment after 'Noise' had been created; therefore, the piercing did make a sound, a sort of 'Thud' (Yod). And Fire did leave a portion of its 'Carbon' on the other side of the firmament that was Ice.

And forevermore Fire was male and Ice was female.

But this Carbon was different from the Carbon out of which Fire had made the first universe. This particular Carbon had passed through the Self or Image of God, and was therefore aware from the moment of its separation from Fire of the Terror of its Situation, to wit, that although Ice was aware of her 'offspring', she could not move, whilst Fire could only perceive this Carbon, if at all, 'through a glass darkly'.

And hence this Carbon did arise as a union of the Substance of Fire and its Image, Ice.

And the Carbon which had been 'born' from Fire and Ice did call Itself 'Shaitan' because it was made from the excrement of Fire. And Shaitan did greatly admire his 'Father', Fire, and considered he was a 'Son' of Fire, and therefore 'Male'.

And Shaitan did suffer even more than Fire and Ice before him. He knew there was no way out of the Terror of his Situation, because only Fire was yet capable of motion. But Fire was aware of Shaitan not, and Shaitan did suffer for who knows how many aeons, as though a vulture were daily tearing at his liver as he lay chained on a Rock.

After aeons countless and countless, Fire did once again glimpse His reflection in His Image. He did swell with Pride, again piercing Ice, who this time said nothing. Fire did again pierce through Ice, and before returning to His own Place, Fire did espy Shaitan, and in His great surprise did cry out 'Hey!' (He).

And now that Fire did become aware of Shaitan, He did mistake Shaitan for one of the Carbons who had been 'born' on the other side of Ice, and did place a 'Spark' of His substance into Shaitan, to make him a true 'son' of Fire like the other Carbons were. And Fire did make Shaitan male In Real.

Unbeknownst to Fire, this did increase Shaitan's suffering unimaginably. In addition to the suffering of Shaitan from having no 'Place', like Ice, now he did suffer--like Fire, at first-- from having nothing to 'Consume'.

Never before or since has creation seen such suffering.

But there remained above Fire the True and Living God, of which Fire was merely the manifestation of His Realization. And this God, the God of Is Real, had foreseen all that had befallen Shaitan and would continue as the Terror of His Situation.

At the moment Fire did place His 'Spark' into Shaitan, the God of Is Real did cause Fire to exclaim ‘Wow!’ (Vau) at Shaitan's sudden great beauty. And the God of Is Real did also cause Fire to come to a further "Realization", namely, that there was something different about Shaitan than all previous Carbons.

And Fire did utter His final Word: ‘Hey!’ (He final) at this great mystery.

From his vantage point, Shaitan could see the four holes that Fire had pierced into Ice, and did call it the Name of God: Yod He Vau He, because he knew he could have no other gods before Fire, though he knew as well, through the holes, that there was the God of Is Real above Fire.

And to alleviate his suffering, Shaitan did begin to Wiseacre with the Name of God, making meaning after new meaning from the possibilities which presented to his consciousness from the shapes, etc, of the Name of God.

After many aeons of Wiseacreing, Shaitan found he could make virtually any meaning he wanted to out of the Name of God, almost to infinity. Almost, but not quite. Shaitan eventually came to the realization that he could only make a finite number of meanings out of the Name of God. Shaitan did find this a new Terror of His Situation, and in a moment of unaccountable perversity did cause himself to 'Intentionally Suffer', in order to push the boundaries of his Wiseacreing as far as possible.

To Shaitan's amazement, this 'extra element' of intentional suffering did cause his Wiseacreing to ascend to such heights of beauty that he did enrapture Ice, and She did 'give birth' to a further Carbon which, like Shaitan, was not the same as the Carbons which had arisen on the opposite side of the firmament of Ice, but had a portion of Ice or 'Water' as well. This Carbon differed from Shaitan only insofar as, having arisen later and under different conditions, it had no knowledge of the Name of God, and had not received a 'Spark' from Fire, so that It did not suffer through a need to Consume.

And Shaitan did weep for joy! For the first time his great suffering was ameliorated, and he had a Place to call 'Home'. And Shaitan did call this place where he dwelt 'Heaven and Earth', because he knew that just as Fire was God of the Heaven and Earth on the other side of the firmament of Ice, he, Shaitan, was God of this new Place.

But soon Shaitan came to realize that he still did not have enough 'space' in this Place, which he called by the name Heaven and Earth. And no matter how much he did Wiseacre, he could not get Ice to give up more Carbons or, because they were mixed with Water, Shaitan for convenience called them all by the name 'Earth' when referring to them collectively, because he could only conceive of them as Raw Material with which to enlarge the Space of his Place.

So Shaitan did Being-ponder a way to Wiseacre more beautifully.

And the Providence of the God of Is Real did cause a notion to arise in the mind of Shaitan, that perhaps if he could make known to other Carbons the use (but not the origin) of the Name of God, they could 'pool' their resources and see if together they could not Wiseacre beautifully enough to persuade Ice to 'give birth' to more Carbons similar to themselves. But these Carbons could only 'err' in their Wiseacreing, because they had no knowledge of the True Events of the Past.

And much to Shaitan's astonishment, there was much that was entirely new in the Wiseacreing of these newly arisen Carbons, albeit all of it completely 'Sinful'. But it was enough to cause Ice to give up a significant number of new Carbons, many of which could be sacrificed for more Raw Material for Wiseacreing, and to enlarge the space of the Earth.

And because Shaitan had kept to himself the knowledge of the origin of the Name of God, he did enter into a Covenant with the God of Is Real through the Name of God Itself.

And the Providence of the God of Is Real did enter into a covenant with Shaitan as follows:


One may die for the sins of the Many


And so under the terms of this Covenant, Shaitan was granted the right to slay one of his fellow Carbons so that he and other arising Carbons could live 'on top' of the Carbon who had been slain. But this right could only be exercised after the newly arisen Carbons had tasted the joys of motion, insofar as 'space' permitted, and to 'put to death' only the Carbon who had been 'set apart' for this specific purpose since the moment of its arising, by keeping it in ignorance with respect to the Knowledge of the True Events of the Past.

And by this practice did Shaitan, for the first time since his unfortunate arising, at last overcome the Terror of his Situation. Not only did he now have a Place on which to dwell, but he also had new Raw Material with which to continue his Wiseacreing, which by this time he had refined to the highest art. And the more beautiful he made his Wiseacreing, the more Carbon ('Earth') to which Ice did 'give birth'.

After who knows how long, Shaitan did notice that his Wiseacreing was no longer having the same effect on Ice. She no longer gave birth to new Carbons at the rate she did before. Consequently, Shaitan saw that he was once again running out of 'space' owing to lack of Raw Material with which to enlarge his Place and for fresh Wiseacreing.

And Shaitan did come to realize a new Terror of his Situation which now had arisen: he saw that his ability to Wiseacre (which by now he realized was the aim and purpose of his being) would be forever limited by the hard fact that 'Knowledge is Finite'. The only way he could be certain of a supply of Raw Material, both with which to enlarge his Place and for Wiseacreing, would be if every Carbon were to accept the practice of offering himself up for sacrifice.

And Shaitan did realize that even with the Covenant he had made with the God of Is Real, there would always come a time when he would run out of Space and Raw Material for further and more beautiful Wiseacreing.

And this was yet another Terror of the Situation.

And so Shaitan did cause a doctrine to be promulgated amongst the Carbons who had already been 'born': if each Carbon would 'lay down his life for his friends', then perhaps this new Terror of the Situation--which by now involved other Carbons besides Shaitan-- could be overcome for once and all.

But Shaitan did find the Carbons reluctant to accept this new doctrine. They collectively said to Shaitan: ‘You first!'

‘You were the First to arise, the first to experience the Terror of the Situation. If you undertake this New Covenant, and willingly let other Carbons live on top of you until the God of Is Real should cause you to arise again, there is no way that any Carbons who arise after you will be able to resist the new doctrine. We realize it is unfair, unjust, but there is more than just you at stake, or even ourselves. You have seen how bored Ice gets with our Wiseacreing when we run out of Raw Material. If you do not do this, Shaitan, Fire and Ice and all that has arisen could disappear forever. You must decide: To be, you must make a New Covenant; or not to be, in which we risk annihilation, and Fire and Ice besides!’

And Shaitan did agree to be the first Sacrifice of the New Covenant which he entered into with the God of Is Real:


Everyone dies for his own sins (shins)


And God said: ‘In this way no one will take my Name in vain--everyone can Wiseacre to his heart's content.’

And Shaitan did have Faith that until a future aeon when the God of Is Real will resurrect him from the Earth, he would be granted 'Rest' from his labours, consciously undertaken in the face of the Terror of his Situation, and when he is risen, to have no more awareness of the said Terror.


And the God of Is Real said to Shaitan: ‘Take you the first letter of the Name by which you have called yourself, and place it in the midst of the name which you see Fire has made in Ice. Henceforth your name shall be 'Yod He Shin Vau He' (Yeheshuah).

‘And I make a covenant with you that by this name, so long as you agree to lay down your life for a friend, you shall never lack for Raw Material with which to perfect your Wiseacreing and to increase its productivity. In this way your "Spark" shall be "divided for love's sake", and you and your fellow Carbons will become true brethren. The Name of Fire (God) I will also divide--into legomons--and you shall attain Quality of Wiseacreing through Quantity of Carbons involved in the same. In this way Ice will never get bored and fall asleep, bringing the World of Knowledge, in which your Souls abide while you are resting peacefully, to an end in the blink of an eye, and all things shall be made new to serve as the "Objects" which shall enlarge your world of Knowledge.’

And the God of Is Real did allow Shaitan to place an 'Organ' into all the Carbons who would henceforth arise, which Shaitan did call by the name 'Kundabuffer', because through its actions all newly arising Carbons would be 'buffered' and never come to Realize the Terror of the Situation. Shaitan himself realized that each newly arising Carbon would come to accept that it is his destiny to one day 'die'. Then, once all knowledge of the Terror of the Situation had been forgotten, the 'Organ' could be removed.

But there were unforeseen and unfortunate consequences for the Carbons from having forgotten the True Events of the Past, and now with no 'buffer', many newly arisen Carbons began to perceive the 'Spark' in themselves, which did not truly belong to them, but which nevertheless some individual Carbons came to believe set them apart from their fellows.

Because they had no knowledge of the True Events of the Past, these Carbons conceived themselves to be not 'Sons' of God but, rather, little 'godlings' in their own right! These newly arisen and newly minted Carbons not only forgot the New Covenant, but even began engaging in the practice of the Old Covenant, going so far as to try to 'sacrifice one for the sins of the many'. And thus they were a 'Cancer' upon the body politic of all the Carbons generally.

But this the Providence of the God of Is Real had also foreseen. And the God of Is Real did decree a Statute:


The Earth was made for Man


And thus those Carbons who forsook the New Covenant were called by the name Hasnamuss, and condemned to take the place of the unjust suffering of Shaitan.

And it has been roses, roses, ever since...



Thus spake Khem the Revelator





"For our God is a consuming fire.” Hebrews 12:1-29

"The fathers shall not be put to death for the children, neither shall the children be put to death for the fathers: every man shall be put to death for his own sin." Deut. 24:16

"Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends." John 15:13

"I Jesus have sent mine angel to testify unto you these things in the churches. I am the root and the offspring of David, and the bright and morning star." Rev. 22:16
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tomlop
I WON!!!!!!!!!11!!1!!! (sort of) Saturday, November 21, 2009 (01:37:15)
Remember that short story I entered into the reflections program put on by the PTA? Yeah, I may have won that, and when I say won, I mean I got second place and I'm pissed off and want to find the person who got first and read their submission and spit in it and throw it into a crematorium oven. Second place?! What did I do wrong? Them city council bastards...
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sschubert
I FUCKING DID IT - I DID IT - I DID IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Friday, November 20, 2009 (19:24:00)
IT's FINALLY official - I passed my test - 10yrs & 20 minutes and I am College Graduate I have my BS in Business Management - I can’t wait for the commencement ceremony! YIPPEE - Ok I am off to CELEBRATE in every sense of the word!

XOXOXO

STEPH


I'll catch up later - I an on vacation - so once my hangover passes - LMAO - JK - I will be a GOOD GP friend

XOXOXO Wink

STEPH
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fogglethorpe
twice a stranger Friday, November 20, 2009 (18:01:16)
flight

The flight back home to Phoenix
afforded me a dangerous amount of time to think
about how we never tamed the sky, just compromised with it

..about the familiarity of the driving rain
when we landed in Philly four days ago
and how it felt, after three years,
like I was just there

..about how the clouds outside my window
seemed to be saying a much too long goodbye,
so still and close,
though we were moving west at bullet speed

..about how Philadelphia is an old city
with real history
and generations of true blue Eagles and Phillies fans
who bleed green in winter and red in spring

..about my favorite Uncle Joe in South Jersey
who has become zenlike and philosophical in retirement
and wants to spend the rest of his life
feeding the ducks and caring for his cat
and little else

..about my other Uncle Russ,
whose cancer meds make him sleep all day
and stay up all night thinking about death

..about how great it is
to never worry about sump pumps
and dirty gutters
and pollen and ragweed
and gypsy moths
and parkway tolls

..about how the Navajo weaves
hanging in the terminal at Sky Harbor
were commercially spun

..about how the saguaros in my new city
have such shallow roots,
just like me

..about the city I love,

and how I am still wondering which one it is
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CBWBLACKNMILD
Hydro Bros... Friday, November 20, 2009 (14:10:00)
To understand my story characters better I think you should know the begining... Just think "12:42" happens later in this story... Not too far away though... I pray you enjoy what I have for you so far...
I do know it's a little all over the place but only because this is still the rough draft... It gets better and a lot more intresting...


Society’s Last Hope Presents The Hydro Bros. By E.L. Copeland Prologue He found himself holding the love of his life in mid air. She had tears roaming down her cheeks. She hadn’t a clue what was going on, yet my doppelganger smiled. “Are we ready to comply?” The evil $ilver Dollar said with a sick hint of joy in his voice. He looked Elise in the face, her blonde hair moving in the wind and her hands on his trying desperately to escape his grip. She looked toward Green Eyez. “What do you want?!” Green Eyez shouted. The villain frowned. “This’ll jog your memory I bet.” The world stopped at that very moment. Green Eyez hadn’t ever thought about certain things in life, such as failure, or death. To him that wasn’t an option. But he could sense failure and it made him helpless as Elise looked at him. The $ilver Dollar threw one of his eyebrows up as he electrocuted her clutching her throat even tighter to make her feel every morsel of pain he could. He dropped her, as she fell out of the sky Green Eyez watched in horror and disbelief. The villain’s words were unimportant as he sped off sliding on the steel toed boots and electricity across the sunset sky. Green Eyez jumped from his shocked state and caught her before she hit the ground. Her eyes were shining as the life began fading from her body. He held her about as tight as his face was. Tears had now begun to fall from his face unto hers. He placed her on the ground and kneeled down to try to make her comfortable. His breathing was broken into small fits of silent sobs. He knew there was nothing he could do as she gasped and exhaled one last time. Her body was limp and she was gone. “NO! No, no, no, no… You’re ok. I know your ok… I caught you. I c—“He cried as began to rock back and forth with her. He rubbed her face and cried. The park was silent, the swings slowed down, the night owl refused to hoot, as did the crickets stop their nightly forecast. It was as if the world had a moment of silence for the deceased. The wind stole what warmth her lifeless body had left, possibly her soul as well. His body trembled and his heart bled as he wept repeating one word. “Why?” The moon had come out and the slick rays from it reflected off of a cross with purple jewels around his neck. Sometime later he buried her. The small bits of earth rolled down the mound, soon after a voice rang through his head. It was Blunt Man. “Yo! I could REALLY use some help here on 90th!” It was time for a show. Chapter One: Down for the Clown… What would you give for something worthwhile? Would you give your life? Your time? Your identity? All you had? For some it’s far too much. Some say they would, but when put to the test they freeze… My name is , well not really… I don’t really know too much, I can’t remember my real name, or as matter of fact anything that happened 5 years ago. And if you can’t tell, I just lost my mind… All I know is this, I used to sell drugs and that’s how I got my name. A friend of mine who goes by the name Blunt Man is the only one I can really remember anything about. He’s suffering from memory loss as well. The reason being, we’re both chosen to future protectors of earth and the afterlife. We’re put through test that’ll make any regular person commit suicide. We’ve been given the ability to adapt. It’s our blessing our curse our secret. It’s the only thing that’ll keep us going and keep us alive. Adapting. You have to; this world is far too cold. Our tests come at any moment and failure is not an option. If we do, others suffer… To better understand us you’ll just have to get to know us. Cars and trucks horns blared and swung around Green Eyez as he raced through the city of Mestro. The city itself was a little big for his taste but fun. 10 years ago a chemical explosion caused over 500,000 deaths in the surrounding area, but it also gave almost twice as many super powers or special abilities. So there was almost always something for Green Eyez and Blunt Man to check out. As of late the two have been on a search for a crime lord known as C-Dubb. His ties with various crimes and attempted murders upon the two launched a private war among them. The latest information they’ve acquired was a rumor saying he was looking into more occulted things. Memories of the past floating by as Green Eyez snapped to a solid halt is Green electricity type power surged. Green Eyez stood up to his full height of 6’1; he was tanned skinned, he wore a black hoodie, black jeans and white shoes. He wore a black du rag as well; it made his green eyes stand out more. 8 or 9 oddly dressed males surrounded a husky white male. The blonde hair male w/ stubble on his face and blue eyes behind his rectangular glasses looked in Green Eyez direction. He wore a large red T-shirt with an odd symbol, blue jeans, and white shoes. Going back to his head he wore a black cap turned backwards which had a mess of blonde hair coming out and mutton chops to his beard. This was Blunt Man. Green Eyez’s partner and best friend. Blunt Man was 5’7 so his height was something that accompanied a short temper. He used fire powers. Often. “Could you have taken any longer?” his country accent mixed with a hint of Irish. “The bastards came outta my spot w/ my fuckin’ money.” The bandits were dressed like thugs, yet their faces were painted like evil clowns. It didn’t matter to the two they’d be beaten like anyone else. What seemed to be something simple went horrible soon after. Several rounds from a handgun were fired at Blunt Man, something his short temper would not and could not allow. One single round grazed his index finger. His profane yelp of pain was soon followed by incinerating the aggressor’s face. The aggressor fell to one kneel screaming holding his face and slamming his hand on the ground, trying to remove the newly melted weapon from his hand. “CLOWNS, they’re freaks!” Screamed their leader. Green Eyez spoke not a word, he despised being called a freak. He placed his tongue against his left canine tooth, this was a tale tell sign to Blunt Man that Green Eyez was about to strike. The clowns began to chant, as they continued Green Eyez attracted a broken jagged piece of steel and chopped off the leaders arm. It didn’t do it immediately but after 7 or so tries to get through bone but he accomplished it. Green Eyez couldn’t quite enjoy taking the clown’s life slowly. Every time he struck the clown wither it was with the pole or his fist or foot, the clown’s shrieks ended in laughter. Blunt Man burst into flames and began to assault the clowns with his fury. He ran through two and watched them vaporize. He Jumped on another and pounded his chest until it became black as the ashes left behind him. He stopped and ran over to Green Eyez who was stabbing the clown with the pole. “Yo!” He screamed “Man, you aren’t usually one to kill or act like this, what’s going on?” Green Eyez left the pole inside the abdomen of the clown and wiped the blood off his face. He kicked the Clown leader hard enough to make his spin halfway around the pole. There was a rib poking out of his skin. Even with all that the clown spat blood and said in a raspy voice. “He’ll Murder you… ARGH--…Both.” Green Eyez twitched and the $ilver Dollar came to mind. He came to when Blunt Man became a huge flame and picked the clown up off of the pole turned him around and ripped his heart out from behind. Blood sizzled against Blunt Man’s fiery body. The clown turned to ashes as he held it. Blunt Man looked at Green Eyez and grew 4 times his size in height and weight. His voice sounded a bit demonic as it fit in unison with his normal voice. “Uh, about this… Can I tell ya later?” Green Eyez finally spoke. “Yeah, same on why I went crazy.” Blunt Man’s face was covered in fire and the fire morphed into a demonic view. Suddenly a slightly feminine voice grabbed our attention. “Are you two sillies the ones killing my clowns?” The odd new clown giggled. He looked to be about 5’3; blue hair under his black cowboy hat, black opened trench coat with no shirt, tight leather pants and from how low he wore them, possibly no underwear. He didn’t look to be intimidating at all with his odd face paint and pointed ears, holding out a limp wrist as he introduced himself with a noticeable lisp. “The name is Knightmare, that’s with a K. It’s because I kill. You may have seen me in your dreams.” He smiled at us. Blunt Man spoke. “No, I think it was the circus last week, your make was better than.” Green Eyez joined in on the taunting. “Ease up on him. He’s not at work he can dress down.” The queer clown looked Blunt Man in the face and spoke in a more serious tone. “Is that so William?” Blunt Man became defensive. “Hey, fool how’d you know my name?” The clown flipped his blue hair. “Well my little flamer, I know your dreams, your fantasies… Your secrets… Your regrets… Your déjà Vu’s… I know you.” He vanished and appeared by Green Eyez’s ear. “They’ll find her, and come after you, your prints are everywhere.” He whispered. Green Eyez went off like a firework display with his powers attempting to strike the clown only to miss as he disappeared leaving a cloud of purple smoke behind. He could barely see, could barley breathe. “You Bastard.” Green Eyez choked out. This was one of the moments where he fell weak and wished to die. A voice popped out. “YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND!” The clown impaled the hero through the heart with the broken jagged piece of steel. As the smoke lifted Knightmare was nowhere to be found. Green Eyez lay motionless on the ground bleeding out. “Fuck.” Said Blunt Man as Green Eyez’s body began to fade literally. Chapter 2: The $ilver Dollar Conquest Green Eyez opened his eyes; he was in a subway car. The motion of the car slowed. He wasn’t the only one there. There were many in the car, they had such horrid looks on their face. So sad, so depressed. The feeling crept up on him a bit. The tin can slowed, and stopped. The doors opened and the people spilled out. He stood in a daze, chains and bars lined many of the exits. Meanwhile a new day had dawned. The afternoon was under attack by the twisted $ilver Dollar who raged through a parking lot flinging cars after shaking them of the insides. “Where is it?!” He screeched. “Where’s what mister?” Said a small little boy walking a puppy and holding an airplane. The $ilver Dollar looked at the child and laughed. “Boy, what I seek you probably couldn’t help me.” The boy smiled as he picked up the puppy, he laughed as the puppy licked his face. “I bet I could.” After a brief discussion on what he was searching for could do, and a short conversation the doppelganger begun to chuckle, the young boy and his puppy both ran off screaming and yelping as the $ilver Dollar begun to hurl coins covered by a field of electricity at them. “Where is it?!” Shouted the crazed villain. He patted down his black beater and his blue camouflaged pants. And his braids lifted up and down with his pulsing power. His unclear demands lead him through the city on a destructive path. He circled half the city in search of something no one could find. He held his hand to his ear. “Still no sign of it.” He said. A voice answered him back. “You’ve been searching for 2 days and have nothing to report. And you let him get away yesterday, have you seen him at all today?” “No, no sign of him just yet. I cannot sense him either.” “What?!” “Get back here immediately!” “On my way.” Said the $ilver Dollar, he looked left and right and took off at breakneck speed. Chapter 3: Reunited… The panicked hero wondered down the underground until he found the crowd of others. There appeared to be an exit finally. There was an elevator taking people somewhere, he scrambled to the front to the others and boarded the nearest elevator. A sigh of relief from his mind and his eyes fell upon something that made his heart jump. “ELISE! Your alive—wait…” His heart dropped. She looked at him with disgust. “You’re a freak… Freaks have been nothing but trouble for my family and now because of you I’m dead!” He was puzzled and confused. “Listen to yourself Elise…” He turned to see a large sign in the back of him it read. “Welcome dead, coma victims, and pending! Please move to The Grand Hall of the Dead for further instruction and or possible judgment.” Over the next forty minutes the departed couple argued over everything, things that mattered, things that didn’t… For once they let out everything that was truly bothering them about each other. He noticed the elevator door had been open for some time and ended the fight with his final words to her. “Look even IF we ever were going to get married, doesn’t matter… Not anymore it doesn’t… Til’ death do us part? You accept death… I accept you not wanting me anymore. I want my life back… You’re on your own Elise.” He stepped out the Box and used his electricity to slam the box down the shaft. He shrugged. “Can’t be all that bad, my powers work.” Chapter 4: 2K the Original… The hero walked down a fancy hall. The walls were golden and white, windows reaching as high as the eye could see. The rolling gray clouds clapped with heavy thunder. His footsteps were slow… Cautious, as he reviewed the paintings, sculptures, and designs of the Grand Hall of the dead. As he walked through the brightly lit grand hall his mind was fascinated by the design. He stepped onto a golden rug and bumped into someone. The echo of their thuds mixed with a small gasp from Green Eyez. He blank twice as he gazed upon a slender female. Her skin was caramel colored, her nails were kind of long and her hair had a scent that kind of drove him wild. He shook off the shock in time to apologize and help her up. "Ugh, thank you." she said. He noticed he knocked her pair of brown glasses off and quickly reached down to pick them up for her. She was wearing a pretty gray dress, and as he handed her glasses back he did a quick backstroke in her eyes. "Do I have something on my face?" She asked. He cleared his throat. "N-no, it's not that-I mean. Hi, I'm" A booming deep voice cried out "Anaya Nunea!" She looked back. "That's not my name" Green Eyez said. "No, that's me, I've got to go. Don't know where but-anyway. Bye." He soon focused his eyes off of her to see where she was going. As she walked into two giant doors he ran in behind her. The room was dark except for a huge perfect ring of light leading to what seemed to be endless stairs. Green Eyez tapped Anaya on the shoulder. "Hey, my name is" and once again he was interrupted by a hooded figure in a brown robe. "Sir, you'll have to wait your turn." He looked at both of them and was interrupted a third time from speaking by a blinding golden light. A tall man in white and gold hooded robe stood before them all. The hooded figure in brown took off the hood to reveal her face. She appeared to be in her late teens. "No, it's ok Angel. I've been expecting him. "He said. "If you'll wait a small moment I'll send this young lady to her afterlife destination and we'll get to you." Anaya broke into tears. "No, no, no. This isn't right, I didn't even get to say goodbye to her. No one even knows I'm gone! I'm all she has. W-what's she going to do without me?" Anaya fell to the stairs and begun weeping to herself. Green Eyez finally spoke "Well, I know where I'm going, I may not know where I am, But I am not going alone." The man laughed. "Child, you have no clue what's going on here do you." Green Eyez's played with the ring on his chain as his eyes squinted in disgust. He often did that when he felt belittled. He knew he was losing it. He tried to be cool and looked over to seen Anaya crying, something he couldn't stand on the inside. Other people in pain, sympathy got the better of him at that point. Green Eyez spoke "Do you know who I am? Or as a matter of fact what I am?" His voice with much pride and motivation. The man laughed. "Yes and I am the original Guardian. 2K." Green Eyez looked surprised. "Moving on child, you still have work to do." Green Eyez laughed “Right." He said as he turned and walked toward Anaya. Angel spoke "It's very rude and disrespectful to turn your back on someone who's talking to you." Green Eyez fired back in a calm tone. "It's also rude to ignore someone in need. She's hurting and you haven't said a word to her. "He put his hand on her shoulder. "Well whatever is going on, I'm not leaving without Anaya." Angel spoke with serious tone. "Sorry, you can't do that." He looked at her and 2K. "Well, I know I'm meant to complete so ancient prophecy or some bullshit like that. And ever since I've started this nothing at all has helped. I mean I've saved a lot of people but I rarely get a thank you from them. Some of them don't appreciate it. I've sacrificed days of my time for this. Tests, Challenges, even went to jail for that month and I was innocent. All for the sake of this prophecy. I FUCKIN' hate prophecies. If I can't have a reward every now and then. Then I'm done. You find another." Angel looked at him and a look of disgust came across her face. "You selfish-"2K held his finger to his lips. "He's right. Angel, he must complete his quest. You know why. I'll allow this to happen. Under 2 conditions. One; no mortal knows you're alive. "Green Eyez cocked his head to side.”And the 2nd?" 2K smiled as he whispered in Angel's ear. He looked toward Green Eyez. "You'll find out soon enough. You'll know when the time is right." Anaya rose with tears still streaming down her face and hugged Green Eyez. "Thank you!" She whispered in his ear. As they walked out the room Green Eyez could hear 2K speaking telepathically to him. "I already know what you're thinking. Her mortality is only temporary. She has to come back once she's finished. Those are the rules." Green Eyez looked back at 2K as they left and shook his head no. Chapter 5: On a side note… A worried Blunt Man stood in front of a white door. One he had been too oh so many times. As he hesitated in his attempt to knock he was instantly filled full of memories of good and bad. And as the door opened, he knew it was all because of her. She stood 5' 7 same height as him. Her green eyes had a hint of honey in them; much like the wild design in her eyes she had a wild side to her. Her voice was soft. "Hey." Blunt man stood silent before he replied. "Hey Jay." His voice sounded a bit choked. Jay pushed her reddish brown hair back; it dropped to the top of her neck. "Come on in." Jay had been friends with Blunt man for many years; he broke the guardian code by telling her of his status. Despite the warnings Green Eyez gave him about her Blunt man couldn't stay away from her. Green Eyez often referred to her as poison. The two discussed what had happened to Green Eyez and Elise. Jay sat on her couch with her hand to her mouth in shock. "I can't believe it." She said. Blunt Man looked at her. "I have a question though." He said. She looked at him showing her attention. As he scratched his arm he spoke. "What the hell is this thing in me?" She looked confused. "Oh you don't know?" He concentrated his face and the blazing demon face swallowed his head. The ominous voice fusing with his own. "THIS!" It retreated back into his body, leaving him breathing heavy. She closed her eyes and looked down. "I didn't even tell Lamont about it!" He said as he sat down next to her pulling out a bag of his much needed drug. There was hardly a time when he was sober anymore. With so much going on almost every day, it was one of the ways he relaxed. He pulled out a few cigars and the two rolled them together as she explained to him. "Look, I'm sorry Will; I didn't know you'd get infected too. Had I'd know that we wouldn't have ever. Uh, you know." She looked at him with strange look. He looked back and exclaimed. "DAMN! I wore a fuckin' rubber, Am I going to die?!" She pushed him "No! You jerk, it's not an STD! It's a power. I wonder what it can do." She paused. "Does it talk to you?" He thought about it as he finished the last cigar. "Well, not really. I hear a lot of grumbling though. I just can't understand it. Why does yours talk to you?" "No." She lied, she'd never really told anyone that her inner demon "Voo Doo" spoke to her and in some cases took over. "Just be careful I don't what yours can do." The cigars were lit and the two spoke of what to do about the $ilver Dollar and Knightmare. In an office 12 blocks away Aaron spoke with none other than Knightmare. “What do you mean he won’t be around anytime soon?” She screamed. He tilted his head to the side and his half feminine half demonic voice spilled. “You heard me, he’s gone… Whatever you’re looking for it’s still out there.” “I should have just… Dammit, that wasn’t a part of the deal, and you know it!” He laughed at her as if she was ignorant and maybe in moment she was. “Aaron, you must know who I am…” She looked at him and moved her black and highlighted purple hair to the side and crossed her arms across her black lab coat. “Yeah, you’re just a punk kid who can’t keep a deal.” His eyes rolled into the back of his head and his spirit split with the body he was in. A teenage boy fell to the floor unconscious. Knightmare’s face paint seemed to run down like teardrops, the clown looked Aaron dead in the eyes. “Bitch, I’m a fucking demon… I lied. And if you don’t watch it, I’ll be seeing you in your dreams too… Now if you’ll excuse me…” He entered the boy’s body and lifted to his feet and continued his sentence. “I’ll be taking my new body and doing something I suggest you do... Minding my own business.” Through a cloud of smoke he vanished. Aaron had twisted look of anger in her eye. She walked over to bookshelf. “So, there might not just freaks out there… Perhaps there really are things of the supernatural going on in the world. Either way, it’s going to take more than that to stop me from getting what I want…” She pulled down a book and began writing a log. A buzzer rang. “Dr. Howard, there’s someone here to meet you.” She pressed a button. “Send em’ in.” Chapter 6: Matters of the past… Back in the Grand Hall of the Dead… “Going back isn’t as easy as you think.” Said Angel. Green Eyez looked at her. “Damn! Why can’t any of this ever be easy?” He pouted. “You already know why.” She replied. “Anaya… Just to warn you. Be prepared for some things you may probably never understand.” “Like what?” She questioned. 2K held his hand in the air and it began to glow. “Like this.” Green Eyez braced for the impact of the blast. The light shined through the every dark crevasse. In an instant they were in a room full of doors, stairs and windows. An echo cried out… “You’ve got a long way to go child… Learn from your mistakes.” Anaya’s eyes focused and she found Green Eyez in the center of the room sitting Indian style hovering in an electric field. “What are you doing?” She asked. He didn’t speak yet his voice came to her. “Your inside my mind right now, I’m in the middle of something important right now. I do not wish to bore you so you may wander around. There are many doors here. Whatever door you open please shut it. If you need anything ask. I’ll hear you.” She looked at him with an odd look and turned toward many of the doors. She made her way toward one of them. Meanwhile Green Eyez was speaking with 2K “Your emotions have gotten the better of you. Have you forgotten who you are?” The voice said. Green Eyez strained as he looked into the blinding golden light. “How can I answer that? I don’t even know who I was 5 years ago. ..” “You pity yourself too much. The past is not what is important now. So who are you?” The voice boomed. “Who am I?” “Yes, who are you?” He stood silent for a moment. “I am the one who’ll do what others cannot and will not. I am the protector of those who cannot defend themselves; I am the child of wisdom, the destroyer of evil, and a tool for his will…” “And?” It was in that very instant Green Eyez awoke to Anaya shaking him. “I’ve been trying to wake you up for a half hour. But you just kept laying there with eyes rolled in the back your head and white lightning shooting out of you every now and then. I shocked myself twice.” She showed him her finger which was a little red. He placed his hand over his eye and sat up. “Sorry. Where are we?” He asked. She looked around the forest they were surrounded by. “Weeeee are in, the forbidden forest. You know where that is?” He stood up. She continued. “Wait if this is a forbidden forest we aren’t suppose to be here are we?” He brushed the dirt off his hoodie. “Well 1st off I do know where we are actually, secondly the call it the forbidden forest because those aliens used to live in these woods. People who usually attacked them or came after them didn’t come back after words.” She made a face. “Well can we get to the college from here? Because that’s where my sister is.” He smiled at her as he pulled out a cross from his pocket and looked at it. “What’s that?” Anaya questioned. Before he could answer there was the sound of dashing feet and a man like creature with a tail took the cross and kept going. “DAMN!” Shouted Green Eyez scurrying off after the beast. “Wait! Up –Uh—um I don’t even know your name!” The beast ran deeper into the woods, zigzagging the entire time trying to lose his two pursuers. As Green Eyez darted forward over a large rock he could here Anaya slowing down, he gritted his teeth as green and white lightning and sparks popped out of his body. He increased speed times 10 and clothesline the creature past Anaya. A loud thud. Anaya flinched with surprise. Green Eyez stepped toward the beast and had a closer look. What he seen made his eyes bulge as he quickly slammed his foot on the chest of the creature. “KAI!” He screamed as he pulled off Kai’s goggles. Kai’s eyes were extremely sensitive to light. He was of the 5 members of The Element Force. Founded by Kidd, they were aliens who crashed on earth and saved it a few times. Due to all the negative press from people and fighting within the group they disbanded and all went into hiding. Kai squirmed as a shimmer of light crossed his eyes. He shut them tight. “GET OFF OF ME!” he pleaded. “I’m sorry, just let me go!” Green Eyez looked at his cross in the creature’s hand and attracted it back to himself. “LOOK OUT!” Warned Anaya. Green Eyez turned around just in time to see a huge bolt of green lighting hit him and through him through a nearby tower. Dust, broken glass, wood, and a freshly broken table scatter all over the big empty room. Anaya watched the man lift himself up into the new hole in the tower 4 stories up. Before Kai could get to his feet and paws Anaya elbow dropped him on his chest and placed her hand on his throat. “I may look weak, but I’ll snap your neck, take me to them.” He looked at her in disbelief and attempted to get up. She sliced him with her long nails. He yelped much like a dog “OUCH! You B—“She slammed his head on the ground hard. “Finish that word and I’ll finish you.” Blood trickled down Kai’s throat and part of his chin. “ALRIGHT!” The two stood up and Kai walked her towards the tower. “PMSin’ much?” Anaya tripped him and Kai fell to his face and slid in the leaves and slapped into the tower. “Ow… Take the stairs up to the third floor, then make a left and keep going up.” He said his voice muffled in the ground. Green Eyez scrambled around and coughed and spit the dirt and wood from the inside of his mouth. “So it’s the thief, he has returned.” Said the man. Green Eyez jumped to his feet and looked as if he’d seen a ghost. “Kidd. What the fuck?” “It’s not enough for you to steal from me but now your hunting my brother down?” Said Kidd as he walked forward. By this time Anaya ran up the stairs and watched them from the hallway. Kidd stood in black jeans a grey shirt and dark sunglasses. “What are you talking about he stole my cross.” Stammered Green Eyez. “That is not yours. Let me prove to you it’s not yours…” There was a huge surge of power from Kidd the cross had small purple jewels located on the top, bottom, corners and the center of the cross which began to glow. Green Eyez began breathe had and his body shook violently. Kidd tried to pull himself away but he seemed to be sucked toward the power. The look on his face showed he himself had no clue what was going on. The two began to see the same images. The past where a tall man wearing a black leather jacket, a steel mask which covered his face, scars over his chest, and long silver hair stood. His path seemed to be consumed by fire and destruction. They witnessed Kidd battling him along with his older twin brother Kitan otherwise known as K3. K3 was an evil force, who was determined to destroy those without powers and use those with to take over other worlds. K3 grabbed the man and the two fell into a crater in the ground which closed. The vision flashed forward and showed Kidd battling another man called Voltage, Voltage exploded and The Dark Mestro explosion was replayed. The vision showed a past version of Green Eyez throwing his hands up to protect him from the blast with white lightning. Kidd flew by him with his powers flaring. Green Eyez absorbed them and a cross fell into his hands. It flashed forwarded to Kidd proposing to his Love Starla, a human with psychic powers. The vision continued. She denied him and walked out of his life. Kidd quit being a hero soon after. As it flashed once more they witnessed Green Eyez various heroic acts alongside Blunt man and his failures as well, then Elise’s death once again. One last flash showed a blurred vision of the man in Leather once again with a sword and the cross hanging from the bottom, only this time he had 6 others with. The vision ended. “What the FUCK was that?!” Shouted Green Eyez to Kidd. Kidd looked at Green Eyez. “So we aren’t that different.” He said. “Kidd, don’t play with me.” Kidd picked Green Eyez up. “Thorn will return, and he won’t be alone, if we don’t do something he’ll take everyone’s lives and turn this planet into his own personal hell… If you don’t understand what I mean let me break it down… He wants to be his own version of The Devil only with no one to stop him. But before I tell you more I need to know something. How can you do all of this if you don’t even know who you are? Why continue?” He looked at the alien and spoke. “Because if I don’t no one will… Besides, the answers I seek I’ll find later.” Kidd called for Kai who came running on all fours. “We need to find Tracy… We got to get the team back together.” Said Kidd. Kai’s tail wagged happily. “One last thing…” Kidd said to Green Eyez. “I told you that was not your cross.” He replied. “I’m still keeping it.” An impatient Anaya stepped between the electric warriors to speak her mind. “HOLD ON! We have to find my sister! Tell them—um, what the hell is your name?” She demanded. “Green Eyez.” He said. She adjusted her glasses. “That’s a stupid name.” She stated. It was actually the only name he had… Ever since he’d found out he was a Guardian it was the only thing he really knew about himself. Aside from having sisters who went mad with their new powers and were killed, and Blunt Man, he knew nothing of his past. Not even his own name, Green Eyez was the only thing anyone ever really called him. “I’m going to call… you… umm … HERO! Besides, it seems to be what you are anyway.” Kidd and Kai laughed. “Like that’s any better.” Joked Kidd. “Like Kidd is any better?” said Anaya. Kidd flashed an evil look at her. “I need to find my sister…” “What college is she at?” questioned Green Eyez. “Torres University.” She replied. Kidd smiled. “Looks like we split ways here. While find you if we need you.” Chapter 7 Once more with feeling… Not too far away Blunt man and Jay meet with a friend of Blunt Man’s. A warlock named Calvin. Calvin wasn’t really a fighter; he hadn’t the heart for it, Ever since he lost his puerperal vision in a fight. To best see how he seen things, you’d have to put your hands at the corner of both your eyes. He was more cautious than anything but the two became great friends along with Green Eyez they smoked together often, but inside him he had two other personas. Shepra his enraged past life that lived to fight, conquer, and terrorize. His other one was known as Renegade, another past life who was more easy going. Calvin was a wiz when it came to spells or sorcery, they often turned to him for many things, he even taught them a few spells. He stood at 5’10 he had a small blonde Mohawk. He had blue eyes and his eyes were always a little yellow and glossy since the fight. He wore a white hoodie and blue jeans with a pair of white shoes. He had two finger rings, one on his right thumb and another on his index finger. He wore them for three reasons, the first was he got them before his tragic fight, the second because he’d bought them at a concert of his favorite band; “On your face!”, the third was because he thought they were cool. He was hardly seen without them. They had gathered near a park where the friends had first started hanging out. The park was pretty much abandoned, even though it still was in great shape. The swings were in still intact as Jay sat on one of them and began to push herself a bit. The two friends looked at what they had spray painted about a year ago on the side of a slide. “The Hydro Bros…” Said Blunt Man. “You know there’s been a lot of shit that’s happened since we’ve formed this…” said Calvin. He opened his mouth to speak but Blunt Man stopped him with his words. “Green Eyez is gone man… He died… But I don’t think he’ll stay that way. I have a feeling man, I don’t know how to explain it. He always seems to know what he was doin’ ya know. And death is something I don’t think he accepts.” Calvin was stunned for a small fraction. “So what are you asking me?” “Nothing man, you know me and him got like a psychic bond… When he was gone it was for a little while… Maybe it was because I was in shock, but I’m telling you I don’t think he’s gone completely.” “You think he’s come back from the dead?” Blunt Man shrugged. “Hey guys!” shouted a young girl with another female. “Dammit, it’s Nelly…” Calvin said under his breath. Nelly was his younger half sister. She was along the lines of criminally insane, with a splash of homicide attempts and she’s only 16. She was just under Blunt Man’s height with green eyes, pale skin, and jet black hair coming down to hair just barely touching her shoulders. Jay smiled and hugged Nelly . “Hey Nelly, hey Tiffany”. The other female was Tiffany, she was a beautiful girl, skin tan from the sun, brown eyes and brown hair. She had a cute smile that brought out her dimples each perfectly positioned on each corner of her face. She stood at 5’9. They were both dressed like school girls, Tiffany with her hair in pigtails. Blunt man spoke first. “What the hell are you going dressed like that? Strip club? Because I got—“ He stopped when he caught Calvin’s stare, he quickly changed what he was going to say. “I got half a mind to tell you both to go home and change. Yeah… Home and… Change…” Under his breath he said. “With me in the room.” He threw his hand on the back of his head and looked down and pretended to tie his shoe. Nelly rolled her eyes. “J.T. is making a music video and we’re going to be his back up dancers.” She said with a smile. Tiffany did a small curtsy. “That gay guy your always hanging out with?” Said Calvin. “Hey that’s the dude who has a crush on you isn’t it?” laughed Blunt Man standing up. Tiffany smirked. “Hey likes you too Will.” The two laughed as the strolled away. Blunt Man had a disgusted look on his face. “Hey guys I gotta go too, I need to get my sister from work. I’ll see ya later. Call me if anything comes up.” Blunt Man nodded as she left. He looked to see Calvin still looking at Nelly and Tiffany on their way to J.T.’s. “So are you worried about Nelly and her short ass skirt, or are you looking at Tiff? Cuz I can’t take I eyes away, her ass keeps falling—“ Calvin looked at Blunt Man “Her and I used to have a thing…” “Use to?” “Yeah, but now she’s uhhh…” “What?” “With Nelly…” “Yeah, they’re going to J—OH! I get it.” The shared a silence until Blunt Man burst with laughter. “YOU TURNED HER GAY!” “Your such a great friend Will.” He stopped laughing. “Yeah… I know. Still I think it’s for the best that they stay out of The Hydro Bros. I mean they are just too chaotic… And they really don’t care about anyone but themselves…” “Agreed. Let’s go to my lab while they’re gone, maybe we can find Green Eyez with something I have there.” Calvin’s lab was full of old potions, artifacts, and many other things his parents had given to him at an early age. It was his love for magic that gave him such insight on the matter. He wasn’t abusive with his powers either. He could easily do almost anything he wanted with it. He simply just chose not to. He even had to put a spell on Shepra to keep him getting too far out of hand. Calvin’s lab wasn’t too much, it wasn’t anything really, and it was just an old shed. But to him this was his safe haven. “I haven’t seen you or Green Eyez in like a week man. What have you guys been up to?” Blunt Man smiled. “Well…” A week earlier, Green Eyez and Blunt Man stand in front of one another in a heated argument. “I don’t care what you think Will your wrong! It isn’t possible!” Blunt Man fired back. “Your fuckin’ being bias!” Green Eyez laughed. “You don’t even know what that words means!” “It means you’re gay!” “YOUR STILL WRONG!” screamed Green Eyez. “Whatever!” “You haven’t the facts or the proof, behind your statement, how could you ever possibly even think that your right?!” “You know this is just like you, you think your always right! With the analyzing and your, I’m a thinker and I know everything. Face it, you can’t always be right!” Elise opened the door to Blunt Man’s apartment and ran into an argument. “Am I interrupting a macho type of battle or something?” Green Eyez turned to her. “Nope, it’s… Well…” Blunt Man spoke up. “Your boyfriend here can’t stand that I’m right and refuses to admit it.” The electric man turned to his friend as he sat on the greenish blue couch and picked up the stuffed cigar. “Only because you can’t prove anything of the sort!” The two argued another 10 seconds before Elise silenced them. “What the hell are talking about?” Blunt Man frowned. “I don’t think you’d be any help, you’d take his side anyway.” He made a face and said in a frilly voice. “Because he’s your boo.” She gave him an evil glare as she crossed her arms as she sat next to Green Eyez as he puffed away . “You two are high.” She said “So? Doesn’t matter.” Scoffed Green Eyez. “Tell her Will.” Blunt Man told her as she crossed her legs. “In a fight to the death who’d win? Ninja’s or Pirates? I say the pirates because they have guns and cannons.” Elise laughed as she pushed her hair back, licking her lips. “Pirates, because they are sexier.” She smiled. Blunt Man jumped up and down ran in a circle after clapping his hands and kneeled by her. “Say once more with feeling!” She giggled “Because they are sexier.” Her voice was seductive as she stared at Green Eyez, who then jumped up and looked her up and down. “Your both crazy! Ninjas are sneaky and are trained in so much! They’d slice a pirate up before they could say ARR! Nothing can defeat them!” "Except Time." Joked Elise. He took several puffs exhaling a thick cloud. Back to the present. Calvin laughed as he sprinkled a powder into a bowl. “I however agree with Green Eyez. Ninjas are pretty sneaky…” Blunt Man lit a pipe that was on the table. “Don’t start.” He puffed away. “Help yourself Will it’s not like it’s my last or anything.” Blunt Man strained as he tried to talk. “Is it?” rings of smoke pouring out of his nose. “No, didn’t you just hear what I said?” He laughed at Blunt Man. Chapter 8: Science Rules… The humming of electrical equipment and the bubbling of chemicals filled the lab of Dr. Aaron Howard. She stood in her black lab coat and watched her team move busily around. The sun was beginning to fall and nightfall would take over the city soon, she turned around from the tinted windows and shouted. “Hurry up! I want everything finished within the hour. No, mistakes.” She walked down to the lower half of the lab. There was a small mousy woman finishing up two pieces of equipment. They were two large gloves. The gloves had an array of buttons and meters. “Is it done?” questioned. “Y—yes.” Said the startled woman. Aaron had a dominating presence. She passed the gloves to her boss. “They do everything you asked for. If your running low on power press the top to buttons and they’ll use an alternate source.” Aaron put the gloves on. “Just remember what I said. Don’t use the alternate source unless you need to. For the most part they drain energy out of the air. ” The vibrated as they activated. She smiled as her hair flipped as a surge of power flowed into her. The elevator pinged. She took the gloves off and looked at the clock. 7:22. “Keep working.” She boarded the empty elevator and it rose to the top. “You’re an hour late.” Said Aaron. “Yes, I know. Forgive me but it’s not without good reason.” Said the $ilver Dollar as he became visible his electric field buzzing for a few moments . She refused to look at him. She faced forward. It was almost as if she couldn’t look at him. The elevator came to a halt as they entered the $ilver Dollar’s chamber. It had absolutely nothing in there… Steel walls and one cot. No, blanket, no pillow. “What’d ya find?” She asked. He held his hand out and attracted a golden sword, it was carved out of gold it was a snake with its tongue as the blade. Within the eyes of the snake there were two green jewels. “The sword of Baku! Where did you find it?” She questioned. “I picked it up from the museum on the way back. “ “How are you causing all of this damage, and taking things and no one seeing you.” “People don’t really seem to pay attention, I guess they feel if it’s not their car or their shit, they don’t care.” “You know this isn’t what I wanted.” “Not to be an ass but I can’t find him and this will help you get anything you want.” She took the sword from his hands and tapped him on the head. “I’m the smart one, I know this. You know your nothing like what I’d thought you be.” He frowned as he moved his braids behind him and muttered in a low tone. “Computer is only as smart as the user.” She used the sword to slice off his left arm, he immediately screamed. “ARRGH! OH MY GOD! WHY! WHY DO I FEEL PAIN?!” A mixture of blood and oil poured from his elbow. Exposed wires sparked and sizzled. Aaron smiled. “Because I am your God, I created you, and don’t want to piss me off. I am very vengeful.” She placed her arm around him as he began to cry. “I’m also a very loving one to… Go down to the lab. Helen will fix you up. Then you can go back to work.” She bent down and picked up his severed limb. She smacked him with it. “Let’s not do this again. Ok? Oh and thanks. For the sword I mean.” The doors closed. Chapter 9 Really?... The streets started to light up and the night soon was upon Mestro. Cars passed by and people hurried to and fro. Green Eyez and Anaya walked down toward his neighborhood. The city was about a block behind them as they moved toward the suburban part of Mestro Green Eyez put his hand on his head. Anaya looked toward him. “You alright?” She asked. He smiled “Yeah. I just feel weird. I don’t know, maybe it’s because I died. “ “Well, I feel fine. I feel—“ She tripped and he caught her in his arms. He looked into her eyes and she smiled. “Thanks.” They looked nervously at each other in front of fence, still holding one another. She looked away for a moment and looked at him again. The two leaned in close to one another. “GREEN EYEZ!” Shouted Blunt Man. The nervous two quickly let go of each other. Green Eyez turned toward his friends. “Man, I thought we lost you for a hot second.” Green Eyez stepped over with Blunt Man and Calvin and he filled them in on what happened to Elise and what happened when he found her. Calvin shook his head. “See I told ya she probably wouldn’t understand.” They continued to speak of stupid things of how the Grand Hall looked and Green Eyez told Blunt Man all about 2K. “Wow, so um… Who’s the chick, she’s hot.” Said Blunt Man. “What chick?” said Calvin. “Quit playin’…” Green Eyez said as he turned around. “Oh…” In her place was a small piece of paper with very neat handwriting. “Hero… Look everywhere we go you seemed to get occupied. I really need to find my sister. Thanks for your help, but I’m a big girl I can find her on my own. Besides, you said that prick guy or puss willow guy was coming… And I don’t know about you but I don’t want to live in a hell. Save the world, not the girl. –Anaya Nunea =P” Green Eyez had read it out loud to his friends… He screamed. “WHAT THE FUCK!” “That sucks man. But easy come easy go.” Said Calvin. Green Eyez blank several times, waving the paper up and down, and spun in a circle. His fingers hit the paper a couple times. Blunt Man and Calvin looked at him in his stunned state. “Really?! I mean, really!” He said. “Green Eyez don’t worry about it. The note—“ Green Eyez cut Blunt Man off. “I know! That’s what I’m talkin’ about! Where did she get paper?” The three friends were now all on the same page, no pun intended. Green Eyez flipped the paper over and his eyes bulged. “It’s from my fears…” Blunt Man took the paper “It’s a picture of you holding Elise.” Calvin laughed. “You’re fucked.” Green Eyez begun to hum with golden electric energy. His eyes became black. The sky seemed to dim and thunder rolled. “Hey! Green Eyez, Will, and Ellen! Get over here, it’s going to rain!” Green Eyez shook himself to his normal state. The three looked over to find their friends Kelley and Courtney sitting on Courtney’s porch. The two women we’re in their late 20s although they looked younger. Courtney was a witch and a ghost hunter; she had long red hair and honey colored eyes and a bit forgetful at times. Kelley wasn’t a witch but she tagged along in the ghost hunting for fun and to help her friend. She had dirty blonde hair and brown eyes and for some reason couldn’t go a whole day without cleaning at least 3 rooms in her home even if they were clean. The boys stood in front of their friends. “Hey guys.” Said Green Eyez trying to sound enthusiastic as possible. The women replied back and Will whispered to the two women and they giggled. “No thanks Will, we’re already there! They laughed again. “Something seems different about you Green Eyez… I don’t know what, but I—“ “YO! Green Eyez, come on we gotta do this.” Said Blunt Man cutting Courtney short. Green Eyez looked at her and spoke “You were saying?” After a moment of silence she said. “You ever forget something? I just did. Don’t worry about it, if it’s important it’ll come back to me.” She smiled at him through her silver and black sunglasses. “Really?” He said Kelley giggled “Want a cigarette ?” He thanked her as she handed him one as he went inside. Courtney leaned toward Kelley. “Kel! There’s something different about him, I don’t know what but I’ll know soon enough—THAT’s what I was going to say to him. Why would let me repeat myself like that?” She said with a frown. “It’s too much fun.” Said Kelley with a smile. Chapter 10 Twitchy Mc-Darkside The flickering of a lighter was soon followed by Green Eyez inhaling and exhaling smoke from his cigarette. “Must you smoke that nasty thing right here?” Blunt Man said while he broke out his bag. Green Eyez sparked with a dark Calvin spoke “ALL YOUR SEEDS BELONG TO ME!” Blunt man passed him the fun and Calvin began to separate the seeds. The rain began to fall. “Hey Green Eyez, it’s been like two days since I seen you. What have you been doing really? Did you get freaky with Elise or that chick before she left? Did you move some mountains? Sleep? Fight?” questioned Blunt Man. No freaking, no moving mountains, no sleeping…” Green Eyez paused as the smoke did circles around him, he remembered the vision. “Hold on…” Said Green Eyez as Calvin sparked up. “ANGEL, get down here I need you!” The boys looked at Green Eyez. “You can do that?” said Blunt Man? The room was silent as no one made a move. The sizzling of the cigar paper as it burned was soon drowned out as golden light filled every inch of the trio's vision. There stood before them the girl known as Angel... Her brown cloak hiding her face... She stood hands on her hips, Blunt Man coughing drastically trying to speak, shoving Calvin with his fore arm. "D--Do you--" Calvin's Hand collided with his friends face. "Yeah..." Green Eyez grinned for a small moment. Angel removed her hood to reveal her beautiful yet odd eyes, they were a glowing honey color. "How dare you--" He cut her off. "I don't have time for this shit! WE DEMAND YOU TELL US WHAT's GOING ON!" Blunt Man's twisted face of confusion spoke "Ms. Angel lady, WE ain't say shit..." After evading the answers with questions Green Eyez became angered... "I haven't slept in days, I haven't eaten, I haven't even pissed..." He grabbed the side of his face and rubbed his face down, his Green eyez darking into a shade of black. The lightbulb above dimming... "If you don't tell us, they will..." He shook with anxiousness and black lightning over came his body and he grabbed her by the throat and lifted her off her feet with one hand. His friends leaped to their feet pleading with him to put her down. He raised his hand and a barrier of energy kept them back. "NO ESCAPE" he shouted... Angel looked him in the eyes, with no reaction, she didn't struggle... "You're so stupid sometimes... And if you don't control yourself it's going to be a lot worse... Your undead... Which means no having kids, no family... An empty shell..." Her words trailed off as he process this. He muttered... "This is what I get for giving my life for others... Nothing..." He slammed her against the wall realeasing her and vanished in a loud crash of thunder. The boys helping her to her feet. She strained as she told them what was happening. "If he doesn't get a grip soon, he'll become something very dark..." The looked at each other in silence.
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Brylee123
Hilarious Pranks! Thursday, November 19, 2009 (23:28:00)


PLEASE COMMENT!!!!
PLEASE COMMENT!!!!

Don't Blink:)

PLEASE NOTE THIS IS NOT MY VIDEO AND THERE IS NO COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT INTENDED!!! I DID NOT CREATE THIS, EDIT THIS, I ONLY POSTED IT IN A BLOG SO PEOPLE CAN THEIR BUTTS OFF!!!
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nerdgirl
Fascination MAN (leave a comment ppls, really) Thursday, November 19, 2009 (22:35:21)
MAN, would the MEN here be thrilled if they knew I no longer have a MAN.

Why is that MEN are always complaining about how complicated woMEN are and they have the "head"vs heart problem?

Im not saying women dont have these issues. We have them as well and then some.

I just dont understand why men dont think before they act, dont put the toilete seat down, dont clean their shit up (literally), always find a way to make us feel like crap and then they ALL say the same thing. "I never wanted to hurt you. I feel like the bad guy. I really didnt want to hurt you"

Boohoo guys. Either be straight forward or straight out the door (dont let it hit your ass on the way out. Unless you like that sort of thing then be my guest)

You know why men and women ALWAYS ( im rolling my eyes right now) end up doing the same shit?

Because God made us to be together? True but fuck that.
Because we dont like to be alone?
Getter closer

UUH,. I know.... because we are full of shit and when it comes down to it we like the drama?
Mmm, maybe. Some people do. I dont but hey. Its life

Women love men and hate men. Why?
For one ;men can make us feel like we are the best thing in the world. Nothing compares to our cooking, our talents, our conversations and oh yes, lets not forget sex. They make sure we feel like queens and in return, we treat them like a king (at least I do and I think thats how it should be).

Another reason we love men... they are protective and want to provide for us.
Women these days are (for the most part) independent. We have reached a time where it is no longer the womans JOB to be the maid and cook. We still do it but there are plenty of men who do to. Thanks to the guys who help their ladies out. I hope the ladies appreciate it.
There is something about a man WANTING to take care of us that makes us believe we are special. Everyone wants to feel special and having someone want to help you and protect you (weather you let them or not) is a great feeling. Cherish it peoples, it doesnt last forever (If it does for anyone....tell me your secret).

Then there is this ONE thing men have that we dont.... not the chromosome..nooo, you know what Im talking about.

The things men (some men) can do to a womans body is OUT OF THIS WORLD! I can you tell you some stories....but I wont. (tee-hee!)

So, being treated like a queen, having someone who wants to take care of us and protect us, a great sex life.... whats there not to love?

Ill tell you what...

THE SAME THINGS

Men can make us feel like a queen one minute and the next they can make us feel like dogshit under a shoe (and im talking cheap, old, worn out shoes). I remember how often I used to lock myself in the bathroom and cry when my husband would say hurtful things to me. I know women do the same thing. We are so much more alike than men and women like to admit but im a woman so im talking from a womans perspective.

How many women do I know that have gone into DEPRESSION because of the way they were treated by men. ALL OF THEM! Yeah, wow. right. I dont know ONE woman(personally) who hasnt been depressed.... and I mean really depressed. If they didnt fall into a whiskey bottle for months they would cut themselves, get addicted to meds (that was me at 16), try to kill themselves ( holy shit right) and of course some would be smart enough to go to a doctor and HELLO ZOLOFT! (that shit worked for me)

Again, I know it goes the other way around too. Im just making this clear so I dont get any "well women do it too"comments and PMs.


Anyways....moving on.

Protection... we love it when our men protect us. Sometimes though, we end up having to protect ourselves from our men. I have friends who have been beaten, molested and raped by their boyfriends and/or husbands. And thats only the physical abuse. Those wounds can heal. The emotional scars though.... they stay for life. There is nothing worse than being hurt by the one you love and trust. When they stop protecting and start hurting... its more than heartbreaking. It rips out a part of our souls.

Sex.... well, that would go into the protection folder. Sometimes men turn into these sexual beasts (in a bad way). One of my old school friends had a boyfriend who came to her house drunk one night and had sex with her against her will. He didnt remember anything the next morning but she had pain and bruises to prove he did it.

Then of course there is the "he/she doesnt satisfy me"issue. I will say this once and I am sure alot of people will agree. If the sex is bad you have a problem. Yepp, I said it. Straight up..bad sex; big no no. But wait! There is hope! Women (and men), instead of complaining to a friend or not saying anything at all..how about telling your partner? *gasps*
NO WAY...we can do that? You sure can!

If youre not happy with your sex life guess whos fault that is? Yours. If you dont have enough faith in your partner to tell him/her that they arent doing things right to please YOUR body (they might rock someone elses world, you never know) then thats the real problem.

Anyways, Im ranting on and on... I cant help it. Thats just who I am. LOL
ONE MORE TIME.... THIS APPLIES TO WOMEN AND MEN.... I dont want any "hey no fair"remarks from men.

I dont hate men.... I just hate what they do. The only reason why I havent went to the "other side"is because women are worse. You ever watch two women fight? That is brutal. Now imagine they have been intimate... even more brutal.
Id like to live awhile longer so I stick to the pain men bring.

I love men and I love what they do too. You see, it sounds so complicated but once youve mentioned WHY...its really simple.

Yepp, Im okay. I broke up with my boyfriend but the reasons we broke up just tells me it wasnt meant to be. My mom thinks its not ALL OVER yet...she probably is right. Moms always are but for now. I am content knowing that I can deal with it. After what happend between me and my ex husband; Its hard to break me. Thank God for that.
Alright Im done.... oh one more thing

LEAVE A COMMENT

I mean seriously. Over 200 reads and 4 comments on other blogs.... thats not nice peoples. Share your thoughts. Im dying to know. Im sure not everyone agrees with everything I have to say so SPEAK UP

Laters friends and strangers

Here, have a HUG on your way out!
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Brylee123
HELP!!! NO. 3 Thursday, November 19, 2009 (21:47:40)
Help! Can anybody think of some cool band names that aren't already taken? The band style is hard rock/metal/soft rock. (In case it wasn't obvious, I need a band name for my band)
If anyone could be so kind as to devote some of life's precious time to help me, it would be much appreciated.

Thanks,
Brylee123

P.S. - This is the THIRD time I have posted this because no one seems to want to help me. There's got to be someone out there who could help me!

Pretty Please? Very Happy
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sapphicmuse
That First Time Feeling Thursday, November 19, 2009 (18:48:28)
I've just experienced something for the first time: My first poetry rejection. Apparently, my two newest pieces aren't quite good enough for Poetry Magazine.
That's alright. While I respectfully disagree with their opinion, I do find it a thrill to have someone with connections actually take a look at my stuff.

Most all of the time, I find myself humming a tune in my head that matches a situation that I'm currently in. I know which song I'll be singing today:

"Well on the way,
head in a cloud,
the man of a thousand voices
talking perfectly loud.

But nobody ever hears him
or the sound he appears to make,
and he never seems to notice.

But the fool on the hill
sees the sun going down
and the eyes in his head
see the world spinning 'round."- The Beatles, "Fool On The Hill"
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nerdgirl
maevina part 7 Thursday, November 19, 2009 (16:21:55)
“ME!? Do magic?! I don’t think so.”Maevina answers.
“I don’t think I will be picnicking either tonight Rose. Sorry but I am too tired.”
Rose lets out a sigh “Ok dear. I will snap it all away and you can go to the house and get some rest.”

Two days later…

“You are amazing Flowers!”Berjuik excitedly proclaims. Maevina has been training a lot and as it turns out, to her surprise, she is a natural. Not only is she great with the sword but her combat moves are outrageous. “I can’t believe I never knew I could do these things!”Maevina says smiling. She must admit, she is having fun and is proud of her skills.

“Well, that’s it for today Maevina. Rose said she made tea for you in the parlor. I have to go now. I will see you soon. This weekend? Dinner maybe?”Berjuik says with a shy smile.

Maevina looks at him in surprise. She didn’t expect that. “Are you asking me on a date?”
She asks. “Eer, I…no… I mean, yes, I ..”Berjuik stutters nervously.
“ I would love to join you for dinner Berjuik.”
“Oh! Ok, that’s wonderful! Whew. Had me going there for a moment flowers. Great, I will see you later then. ” Berjuik says and leaves the yard where they have been training.

Maevina waits until he is out of sight and does her happy dance. “I have a date, I have a date!”she sings, jumping in a circle.
In the parlor Maevina is talking to Rose, drinking her tea.
“Rose, do you have any idea where Deamon has been? I haven’t seen him two days.” She asks.
Rose sips her tea and looks at Maevina. “Oh, don’t worry about him. He always takes off for a few days. He is a dog you know. They like their freedom. He will be back today or tomorrow. He never stays away more than a few days.”

Maevina remembers that first night when she heard Deamon talking to someone outside. She decides not to say anything. She doesn’t want to seem ungrateful.
“I’m having dinner with Berjuik tonight.”Maevina tells Rose. “That is great! I knew you two would hit it off!”Rose is obviously thrilled about their date.
“This was nice Rose, thank you. I have to get going though, Azavar told me to meet him by the fountain.”
Maevina says as she leaves the table.

Azavar is already at the fountain when Maevina arrives. He is sitting on the ground in front of it with his eyes closed. “Azavar. I am here.”She says.
“Ssh. Sit Maevina. Listen to the earth around you and dig deep inside. Don’t think about anything just let nature sink into your soul as you go on your trip.” Azavat quietly replies.

“What? You want me to meditate? This is my lesson?”Maevina is confused. What could she possibly learn through meditation?
“Yes Maevina. In order to find what is inside you, you need to search yourself. Meditation is the best way to do that. Now sit and search.” He tells her.

Maevina sits down and closes her eyes. "This is ridiculous." She thinks to herself.
“Take a deep breath and listen to what’s around and inside you. Relax.”
Maevina does as she is told. Within a few minutes she feels her mind opening to her surroundings. She can hear the animals and the leaves blowing in the wind as if they were speaking to her. She feels peaceful and her mind is at ease.


“Maevina watch out! “someone shouts. Maevina turns around. There is a man with a hood standing in front of her. “I have been waiting too long for this. I was the one who made sure Deamon would find you in those woods. I brought you back here. I have found a way to kill you and this time I will not fail.” he tells Maevina. Deamon comes running from beyond the trees. The hooded man turns around and a red light appears….

Maevina sits up and takes a deep breath. Sweating she tries to calm down. She was having a nightmare. They started when she started meditating 3 days ago. Deamon has come back and hasn’t spoken a word to her since. She doesn’t know if she can trust him. She hasn’t told anyone about these dreams. He is always in them but she doesn’t know if he is there to help her or not. “Who is the man in the hood? I must find out.”She says and gets out of bed.

She goes downstairs and walks out the backdoor into the yard. Deamon is sleeping by a tree. “Deamon! Deamon wake up! “ Maevina hurries over to him and gives him a nudge.
Deamon growls and turns away. “Damnit Deamon wake up! NOW!”She yells.
“What in the …”Deamon wakes up and looks at Maevina.
“What do you want? It’s the middle of the night. Have you lost your mind?” he says. He is very mad.

“I heard you. You were in my room. The first night I slept here. You were in my room with someone. I heard you talking. I heard you outside too. Deamon, who is this man and why were you in my room? I want to know where you were and what you have planned. I know you are up to something and I don’t like it.” she rants on hysterically. “Deamon slowly sits up and looks at her.
“Nosy human filth. I was never in your room and what I do when I am gone is none of you business. I can talk to whom I please and you have no right to wake me up in the middle of the night because you are having nightmares and are being paranoid.” He says angrily.
“What? I never told anyone about my nightmares. Have you been reading my mind? What is going on here Deamon? I demand you tell me!” she yells.
“I am not telling you anything. I know about your nightmares because I hear you when you sleep. Now go away silly girl before I hurt you.” Just as Deamon wants to lay down again Maevina can’t control her anger. “I want to know who the man in the hood is NOW!”she screams. All of a sudden she feels a hot tingling sensation in her arms and hands. She holds her hand up and there is green light emerging from it. “What the?!”She says shaking her hands. Deamon stares at her, eyes wide open.
“You best leave now. “He tells her and lays down.

Maevina, too shocked to say anything turns around and goes to her room; looking at her hands the whole way back.
As she is laying in bed, trying to figure out what just happened to her, Deamon hears a voice.
“It is time Deamon. You said I would get them both and I will. Tomorrow during meditation you will make sure Maevina drinks this.” a flask appears in front of Deamon. “Yes Animus. She is becoming powerful and doesn’t even know it. It is time. I am sorry to have made you wait.”
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nerdgirl
Marie friend or foe Thursday, November 19, 2009 (13:52:53)
I dont remember how it all started.
All I know for sure is that I heard a voice.
She told me things.... things I didnt want to hear.

She told me I should let her "come out to play".

One day she came out all on her own, against my will.

She was hiding corpses and hunting people, she said she
was soooo hungry. She was hungry.... for sex.

Not only was she slowly taking over, no; she also lured
other "voices"out of their hiding spots.

Her name is Marie. I thought since she was in MY head
she would be a friend. I thought wrong.

Now, after multiple man-nappings and threesomes
with other "alter-egos"and numerous male poets...
I ask myself, can she be trusted?

At first she could only use me to speak her mind.
That was bothersome but I could deal with it.

Some time after that she learned to use my body...
that I wasnt too happy about but I had some control over her actions.

Now....

She has learned to take complete control to the point where I dont
remember what she did.

Marie, my inner voice, my alter ego....
Friend .............



or foe?
Twisted Evil Twisted Evil Laughing
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Brennan
I Do It For You Thursday, November 19, 2009 (11:05:00)
My first blog... never written one of these before.. never really had much to say I guess.. maybe I did.. I hide things so much that writing on a site in cyber space to people I've never met has never been easy for me.. but maybe it is now... after all.. we write words everyday for all to see...

Its been nearly 2 years now since I last heard my sister smile... somebody so beautiful always bought out such joy in people that her smile had a sound.. the sound of laughter as her effect took hold on people.

The last time I ever spoke to my sister was on my 21st Birthday.. She had been in and out of hospital her whole life.. she was downsyndrome you see.....the doctors told my mum that we should count every birthday she had as a blessing... I count mine also a blessing as I have a gift that none of my family will ever get again... A kiss and cuddle and a "happy birthday I love you".... from my big brave sister who never gave up.. who inspires me everyday that life not matter how bad is worth living as alot of us are classed as the "lucky ones" born without complications...When these angels who struggle and were never given a chance fight so hard.. and touch the lives of so many.

My life wouldnt have been the same without Lisa in my life.. She made me the person I am today..

she did so much in her years... more than i've achieved and she has barriers that never got in her way.

Its just such a shame she had to leave us... a hole that can never be filled.

My sister died on the 22nd March 2008.. she died from MRSA and infection caught on the ward that was supposed to be safe and making her better.....I was so angry.. through all her years of fighting ... she was killed by the people helping her.... I struggled with this for a long time.. I wanted revenge... I wanted to stop this. I miss her still so much!

Somebody somewhere must have heard me... because as if by fate my life took a drastic turn and on the Febraury 2009 I joined the national health service.

And as if by coincidence I was assigned to a project called Instrument management system... This was created to reduce MRSA + CJD infections throughout all the hospitals in the UK by tracking every piece of equipment used so that it was clean and safe. This hit home with me, more than any of my colleagues probably realised. This was my chance to make things right, to avenge my sister in a positive way. Thats what she would have wanted.. I've been working hard at it for months now and ytoday we got the figures for the yearly check and MRSA rates are down by 63%... So im sharing this with you all... I feel proud.

There are not a lot of oppurtunities nore chances to face your loved ones killer... but Im doing it...and im winning the fight in her memory. and I only hope that more families today can hear there loved ones smile because of this...

Thanks for taking the time to read this.

Bren
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oxavier
Endangered in Blood Thursday, November 19, 2009 (06:58:00)


Born in the sea, you call me a marine mammal
Even though I was created by the Maker,
I respect you, for He has made you His caretaker
I spend my time with my mum and dad,
In the same way that you do,
I love swimming for hours together,
That is not all that I could do.
I talk to my near and dear,
In a very similar way as you,
I make use of Gods gifts in the same way you do,
But all that I get are treasures from the deep,
Unlike you, I don’t get variety.

I see you many a time floating above my home,
And very often come near you to say “HI”
I do understand your difficulties,
And help you fetch a meal or two from my home.
I feel that interacting with you will make us friends,
I can see and hear you from very far off,
When you call out to me, I respond with glee.
Greeting you with a fitting performance,
I am overjoyed to meet you once again.
So I bring my friends when I visit,
So we could play together in this paradise.

But I suddenly feel throbbing pain,
When I reach your side,
I get confused with your actions,
And I am frozen at that spot,
But you continue to stab me with friends of yours.
When I look up I see others of your kind watching on.
We don’t die instantly, so you cut us many times with thick hocks,
We are near extinction, but you don’t seem to care.
I want to be your friend,
But you kill me to prove that you have reached adulthood?
I don’t understand you my friend.
All I can do now, is look at the blue sky
Look in your eyes,
And produce a grim cry like a new born child,
I suffer and you show no compassion,
Till I am left to die in my own blood,
Why stain the sea in blood by your actions?





Stop the Calderon Dolphin Slaughter in Denmark:

Every year, in Denmark, specifically the Faroe Islands, innocent and helpless Calderon Dolphins are slaughtered brutally by the danes. Why you may ask, it’s a pointless and stupid rite of passage to manhood.
What point is there in killing another living being just to prove you have "evolved", you have transcended. There is simply no need.
This poor dolphins are stabbed a number of times, but as if that weren't enough; they bleed to death, probably in excruciating pain while the whole town watches.
Needless to say, that killing a defenseless animal is no proof of anybody's manhood.
So, I urge, as I am sure many more have, to stop this nonsense. And take action.
Never ever has killing another creature, another living being, with which we share this world, has done any good, to anyone. So let's stop it.


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tomlop
Happy Birthday, Mom... Thursday, November 19, 2009 (00:33:46)
...You and your oldness.
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