okay so i was just looking around on the internet as usual, bored out of my mind and wanting to read something. i typed in something on the lines of "good manga site" and then found a weird sounding site.
that site, was called mangamagazine.net.
at first i thought it would be like all manga sites with the usual popular japanese manga and yaio and such. but then i started looking into it and found it had more than just that.
this site make's it so people who write and create mangas and comics can display their works and if they are good enough, get paid. honestly MangaMagazine.net is the home of top quality original manga and comics.
its truly amazing.
at first i was skeptical. a site where any artist (good or bad) can upload their own works? sounded too much like deviant art to me. but then i actually got into it and reading some of them and discovered how amazing they all were. even if i wasnt a fan of the art i was intrigued by the story. i dont know about you but when i find a good story i hang on tight and enjoy myself.
for example,
one of my personal favorite comics here is todd allison and the petunia violet.
http://www.mangamagazine.net/manga-and-comics/Todd-Allison--the-Petunia-Violet/detail-page/23?lang=en
my personal though when i began this was, "aw frick im gonna get addicted." and i was right.
i love how nozmo,the creator, combined the 30's and crime novel sort of feeling. but the really cool part is it sortve talks about the criminals and the detectives. the good and the bad. the characters and the twists and turns....gosh it kills you and thrills you. anyways my point is that you should totally check it out.
go now and forever read and obsess over these my darlings!
Sunday, September 15, 2013
Friday, June 8, 2012
organic essay RD
Did you know
heating food in plastic is bad for you? Not only that but so is BPA, it
lines your canned foods, your receipts, and old and cheap plastic containers
have it (thus the reason its bad for you microwaving food in it). BPA (biphenyl
A)
is a chemical that causes cancer and premature puberty. It’s really nasty
stuff, but because the US makes so much of it we’re having a difficult time in
stopping using it.
So no my mom
either has glass containers or non-BPA plastic to store our food in, and we’ve
cut down on how much canned food we eat.
GMO,
genetically modified organisms, are in everything we eat and even other stuff
too.
Do you
really want to eat an apple with GMO in it? It doesn’t mean the apple can talk
or anything but that it doesn’t attract bugs so much and is 2x bigger then
organic apples.
Pesticides
are used on just about every plant out there, and it runs into our water
systems and then it gets into our animals too. (For example, they use
some pesticides to make the animals really fact and grow faster, therefore
making the meat taste not as well as free land (?) animals. They also coop them
up in really tight places, to make them even fatter! L)
Food
coloring is fun during Easter right?
But did you
know that food coloring not made from organic food sources like veggies and
fruits can cause cancer? Red 40 is a big one-it’s in so much of our food,
even stuff that doesn’t need to be red! A lot of kids’ candy has red 40
in it-so every time you eat fruit loops or licorice you’re putting cancer
causing stuff into your body. You might as well be telling the grim reaper to
make a early trip!
Thursday, June 7, 2012
i believe in the taste of food
the icing melting on my tongue
the chocolate swirling around me with love
the moist and fluffy cake
the yellow cake which makes my heart sing and my belly big
but...
the way people lie and cheat and hurt other people is not accepted by me.
i believe that there is always a tomorrow.
i believe the pine forest and the trees leaves
i believe in miracles, because it is a miracle that i am even here!
and i believe that i can trust you and that we will have the greatest memories in this life.
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
sunrise wakes slowly
filling the once dark sky with color
it's beauty is flawless
as it drives away the night
and brings in the day
the sky is now bright
but it will soon be gone
it scatters away
tomorrow it shall come again
...
sunset stalks day
flashes its colors letting night take over
its color go out one by one
as night brings darkness
sunset then hides
only to come by the next night
creative writing: diplomat, conferance room, jacket, balloon
The weeping willow…
I looked around nervously trying not to cry. Its ok… daddy will come and find me… he will! I felt the tear’s stream down knowing that I was just lying to myself. My name is Nadine. Nadine willows. I’m currently 6 years old. I know I’m pretty old to cry like this but I can’t help it. My daddy told me that he was going to talk to some people and then come back and that we would go for ice cream, but told me I had to wait in the conference room. He had even given me a red balloon, and most importantly he let me sit in the big spinney chair!
But….
That was five hours ago. I really badly had to go pee and I was thirsty. I wiggled around making the chair spin slightly. I looked out the window and saw that all the people who had been there before…. Were gone. I saw out, that window a door to the bathroom. I slid out of the chair and walked slowly toward the door. I opened the door and looked to the sides to see if there was anyone around. Nope! I walked quickly into the bathroom and peed. I then tried to wash my hands, but the sink was too high. I then heard some people talking. I was scared that they might be mad at me, so I hid under the sink, where there was a little cupboard, and stayed there. I then heard some loud sharp booms fill the air. I put my face in my knees and wrapped my hand tightly around my legs shaking. I then heard the screams. I shook harder. What was going on?
….
I stared silently at the ground. It had been 5 weeks since the terriost attack. The police, the doctors, the nurses, even my teacher had told me that my father was a diplomat and that it wasn’t my fault and that I didn’t have to be afraid to cry. But I couldn’t cry. No matter how hard I tried she couldn’t. I sighed and kicked a pebble making it bounce up ahead. As I watched the pebble go I saw a pair of shoes come into my view. I looked up to find Lucas staring snidely at me. What did he want?
“ ’Oh boo hoo look at me I have no family what am I ever going to do?’” he said to me mockingly. He glared at me and suddenly grabbed my blonde ponytail. I cried out, as he pulled hard. “ It’s you’re own fault you know. First you had to be born and kill your mother and then you had to go and kill your daddy.” I yanked away from him falling on the ground. I looked up and said angrily, “ I didn’t kill my daddy! He was killed by a bunch of mean people!” he laughed and leaned in closely to me. “ Is that what you think? The police didn’t tell you the truth then did they? Your daddy wasn’t killed by terriost’s. He was killed because you weren’t good enough.”
“Stop it…” I said silently.
“ Because you killed your own mother…”
“ Stop it.” I said a little louder. I was starting to shake.
“ Because you are a spoiled brat and…” he leaned in and whispered silently in my ear,
“ he said himself this part… ‘ I wish she was never born. She isn’t pretty enough to be my daughter and I hate her...’” I stopped shaking and stared in horror at the ground. Daddy would never say that! Daddy loves me! What if it’s true? Am I really not that pretty? What am I going to do? WHAT AM I GOING TO DO?!
I heard a whistle and turned to see the recess teacher coming over, asking what we were doing. Lucas smiled and stared down at me. He then yelled “ we were just playing a little game…” he smiled and waved goodbye to me.
….
I shook not from the cold rain falling down on me, but because I was scared. Scared that what Lucas said was true. Scared that I was a killer. Scared of the fact I was alone. I was in a very thin shirt and shorts with flip-flops. It had been such a pretty day. I shook harder and stared down at my father’s grave. I had ran away from my aunts to see his grave, I missed him so much… I looked at the grave next to his, knowing I would find my mothers. Her name was lily willows. She was 25 when she gave birth to me, and had died that age. I never knew her, but I loved her. My daddy had told me that I had her sapphire eyes and her honey blonde hair. I think where the comparison stopped. She had thinner lips then my thick ones and she had dimples, while I had none. She had a long pretty face while I had a round ugly face. I looked silently at the two and closed my eyes.
Am I really alone?
The thought had never really gotten to me until Lucas had told me. What now that I thought about it…
I felt something hot and wet roll down my cheek. I was shocked to realize they were tears. I hadn’t cried since I was in the conference room. I wrapped my arms around my legs putting them tightly around my body. I felt my sobs shack me. I winced as I heard my stomach growl. How long have I been here? And to think no one was looking for me just made me sob harder. Gosh I was such a baby. But then…
“ You ok?” I looked up to find a man with a black umbrella and a long black trench coat. He had big kind brown eyes and black hair that almost hid them. As I started looking at him more, I realized that he was not a man but a teenager. I looked quickly down, trying not to let him see how un-ok I was. My stomach decided then to gurgle. I clenched my tummy angry at it deceiving me. He then started laughing and took of his jacket. I stared wondering what he was doing when he put it over me. “ Don’t want you to catch a cold now.” He said smiling. I looked up at him questionably and then looked down. Why is he being so nice?
I heard at him get up, and I looked up and the words slipped out before I could do anything.
“Don’t leave me!” he looked at me surprisingly, suddenly noticing the graves. He looked sad and then smiled. “I’ll make a deal,” he said squatting, looking me eye to eye,” if you come with me and eat some food, I wont leave you ok?” he smiled and opened his hand out to me. I stared at it and smiled. I nodded and grabbed his hand.
creative writing 8
The wedding wrecker.
Markus in love...
Markus watched
as Maria walked down the aisle and all he could do was stare. He was so in love
with her. She wore a long white dress that looked like it would be perfect as
the fairy tales said, with flower's craftily embroaded into the dress, and the
way it floated around her, but seemed to fit her just made her even more
beautiful. Markus watched her and as he did he saw something. When he saw it he
was so shocked, that he shook realizing that he made a mistake. Maria had her
fake smile on. He knew it was because her eyes didn't sparkle and her
left eyebrow went slightly up. She didn't want to marry Brant. He
remembered what she'd said last night and it all made sense. The bishop asked
if there were anyone who disagreed with the marriage of Maria and Brant. Markus stood
and the words slipped out.
"I reject."
Everyone gasped and stared wide eyed at him but he stood
firmly. Maria stared at him with happiness in her eyes but a shocked face. The
bishop looked just surprised he asked why Markus was doing this. Markus looked
at Maria and then at Brant and then
pointed straight at Brant.
"Because I can’t let the person I love get married to someone
she doesn't love."
Maria stared at him and smiled. This time for real. There was
no questioning and there was no sad look in her eyes, just pure joy.
" Maria do you remember what you said last night? i
dint know what you were trying to tell me until i saw your smile when
you were walking down the aisle-"
" If she was smiling then why did you ruin her special
day?" Brant said snidely. Markus smiled and said
plainly,
"Because it was fake." Maria smiled and tears ran down
her face happily.
" You always did know how I felt..." she said looking
up." but last night you dint see how i truly felt or what I was trying to
say." she looked down sadly. Markus nodded and then he
explained, " I was so angry that you had decided to get married, that I
dint pay attention when you asked me..." he stopped and
looked straight at her.”‘ should I get married? I mean it's not that I don't love
him.... but I feel like something isn't right...' I'm sorry... and I know it’s
too late but would you ever consider marrying me?"
Maria smiled and then, shoving the bouquet of flowers into Brant's
chest, she ran and jumped into Markus's arms. They spinned around and then
Markus said with the biggest smile on his face,
"Does that mean yes?" she smiled and flicked
his forehead.
" No I just got my used to be groom to be groom a thing to
look forward to..." she kissed him and then pulled away," yes you
idiot, I will marry you."
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
what if love give's up?
i might just cry.
what if hate win's the battle?
i could die.
what if good does not lose?
i would be perfect.
but what if the days roll by till the day i die?
when i see the ocean
wondrous glorious victorious
i wish i could swim to the bottom and never come back up...
because it's beuty down there is better than anything else.
i flew to the top of the sky
free pretty wonderfull
i want to sprout wing's and do this.
i might just cry.
what if hate win's the battle?
i could die.
what if good does not lose?
i would be perfect.
but what if the days roll by till the day i die?
when i see the ocean
wondrous glorious victorious
i wish i could swim to the bottom and never come back up...
because it's beuty down there is better than anything else.
i flew to the top of the sky
free pretty wonderfull
i want to sprout wing's and do this.
i am
earth, love, art.
i sometimes wondor if i
could hug these and then make them
mine forever and ever, because that would be nice.
honesty is impotant to me
privacy is important to me
kindness is important to me.
lieing should'nt exist but it does
and i always lie.its terrible and so am i.
the world is sick and wrong, with all these abortions
and baby mice in wine and baby flesh burned just for some pills
theres something wrong with them.
theres something wrong with me.
this is me.
just because i smile...
doesn't mean i own it.
doesn't mean i can control it.
the monster that stirs in my head.
just because i smile...
doesn't say I'm happy.
doesn't mean we can be all sappy.
the haunter is like lead
just because i smile...
doesn't mean we're friends.
doesn't mean ill make amends.
my mother once said.
just because i smile...
doesn't mean i love you.
doesn't mean I'm you're beloved.
so get out of my bed.
just because i smile...
doesnt mean im proud.
doesnt mean that i love the crowd.
no im just filled with red.
doesn't mean i own it.
doesn't mean i can control it.
the monster that stirs in my head.
just because i smile...
doesn't say I'm happy.
doesn't mean we can be all sappy.
the haunter is like lead
just because i smile...
doesn't mean we're friends.
doesn't mean ill make amends.
my mother once said.
just because i smile...
doesn't mean i love you.
doesn't mean I'm you're beloved.
so get out of my bed.
just because i smile...
doesnt mean im proud.
doesnt mean that i love the crowd.
no im just filled with red.
Sunday, June 3, 2012
creative writing 7
To give to
mankind
I stare ahead into the blank
sky and wonder what the world would do if they saw me doing what I was just
about to do. I stared down the tan rocky cliff and saw the dry rock hard ground
of the desert, a very small dry breeze making my white hair move slightly to
the left. I smiled, and dropped my transparent board on the ground, and stood
on it. The board instantly stuck to my feet and then started hovering off the
ground. I chuckled, thinking of all of their faces in shock, even fear. I felt
my chest squeeze thinking of the way the air felt when I flew into the sky. I
gave one last look into the sky and then closed my eyes I went off the cliff.
I felt myself falling. The desert wind wrapped itself around me like a warm
blanket. I could stay like this for hours. But I knew if I didn’t do anything,
I would die, before I could meet the embrace of the desert ground. I opened my
eyes and clicked the button right below my heel, and I fly over the ground. I
step the button near my toes and I fly up and spin through the air. I love the
sky so much. I then decide to speed things up. I lean in, put my left foot back
and then press the very back button. I then zip into the sky, faster then a
jet. I know this is risky, But I didn’t care. I thought of the song Anima Libera.
I sung the Italian version then the English.
Free soul, you feel flawless
up there in the sky you will fly
Free soul, always lights me up
in the darkness of my thoughts
Free soul, often and magical
you're the hope inside me
Free soul, light and unique
in the blue sky you will shine
and don't let
futile fears
hide the light inside you,
I won't forget you
I will celebrate you
to the rhythm of this song.
up there in the sky you will fly
Free soul, always lights me up
in the darkness of my thoughts
Free soul, often and magical
you're the hope inside me
Free soul, light and unique
in the blue sky you will shine
and don't let
futile fears
hide the light inside you,
I won't forget you
I will celebrate you
to the rhythm of this song.
I smiled and thought about
how it suited me all to well. I click the button, and got out of warp speed (I
didn’t know what to call it so I went to the star trek reference instead K ) I went
back down onto the ground and got off the hover board. And that was the moment
I noticed that instead of solid ground I had landed in water. I
swam up to the surface and looked around. I was in the ocean. Craaaaaap….
I looked around and sighed. Oh
well.
…
so
pretty much this was explaining how I would create a hover board and how fast it would go and stuff. Also I didn’t
mention that it is solar powered and that the battery can hold about 5 days
worth of power for the hover board. Why a hover board? I’ve always dreamed of
flying and since growing a pair of wings is out of the question (L) I
decided that instead I would make a hover board. The sad part is I’m not smart
enough to do this and not awesome enough to do it and I’m just plain poor K.
creative writing 6
The one
who notices
I sometimes wonder if im the only one listening or paying
attention. I turned and looked over at everyone else. The girl behind me, Kylie,
stared blankly ahead, brushing her long straight hair aside. The boy behind
her, Michael, played around with his pen, accidentally making it fly up to the
ceiling, where it stayed, stuck. He quickly looked down and acted like he was
writing notes. The guy next to him, Kurt, chuckled and rolled his eyes toward
Melissa, who was staring at him the whole time. She blushed and quickly looked
up ahead. The guy next to me, Brian, started laughing out loud for no
particular reason. He would do that just to see what everyone else would do. Of
course everyone else started to laugh. Everyone in high school always did what
the popular people did. I shook my head and looked over at the girl at my
right. She was the one I really didn’t understand. With Kylie, she tried her
best to be the most gorgeous girl in the world. But in reality her father
weighed her all the time and if she went even one pound over 95 pounds, he’d
smack her and call her ugly. With Michael, he was always trying to be the class
clown. The reason is because he wants to be noticed. Kurt was always trying to
act cool, but in reality he always tried to make Melissa’s life better. And
Melissa thought he would never notice her because she was the class nerd, when
she actually was the most talented ballet dancer anyone has ever seen. Brian
had the perfect life. Nothing made him sad or angry really. He was societies
golden boy. But, Brittany? She was a complete mystery to me. I tried to figure
her out by asking people or by looking her up, but she was so… plain. Boring.
Annoying. I frowned. Not annoying for other people, she was very silent. But,
annoying because she was a complete mystery. There was nothing that was typical
or surprising or sad about her! I then remember a line from a poem by
e.e.Cummins.
The weak noise of her eyes easily files my impatience to an edge…
I thought about it and decided it fitted her. I looked around at all of them. They all laughed and chuckled awkwardly, looking at everyone else with a questioning eye. What are we laughing about? They all seemed to ask each other, but none of them dared to ask. I looked up at our teacher, Mr. Noshing he stared ahead, with a bored look in his eyes, blabbering on about how and why Lincoln was assassinated. Him and I both knew why he wasn’t at the bar drinking his shame and sorrow away. And why he wasn’t going to just walk out. Because he didn’t have any money. And because he had nothing to look forward to when he got home. He had no wife. No children. And his family was ashamed of him. So what did he have to live for? I looked at him and felt very sad. I sighed and shrugged. Oh well. Who cares if I’m the only one who notices these things? It’s not like anyone will ever notice the girl in the front row who always does weird things, right?
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