Tuesday, June 5, 2012

sweet
kind, nice
good, pleasent, trusty
sparkly, great, rude, unworthy
dispicable, downer, crowder
hater, unlikable
sour

normal
stiff, boring
dull, just, repulsive
unknowing, uncontroling, bold, smart
awsome, ready, unlimited
frustrating, smily
crazy
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.

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.

 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?

Friday, June 1, 2012

Elvis clone's taking over the world!!!!
On June 5th , 2045, we witnessed as Elvis came back into style. Everyone wanted to be him. Everyone wanted to listen to him and look like him. And then we watched as the trend turned into something more. Soon there were religions, cults, and even gangs all about how everyone should look and act like Elvis. We then witnessed people being murdered because they did not go to the national church of Elvis Presley. And then we saw the massacres. Countless of men woman and children died at the hands of not the followers of      Elvis, but his clones. And now we look at now, as we are now ruled over these Elvis clones. In Elvis Presley we trust I bid you goodbye.
 “What a load of crap.” A man said as he crumpled up the newspaper and threw it on the ground. He breathed in the cigarette smoke and let it slowly flow out of his mouth. The man watched as the smoke floated into the air, and then it was stirred around by the movement from the hover cars.  The man then, started walking to MC’ PRESLEY. The man was unlike the rest of the people in this city. Unlike them he did not go to that stupid Elvis church, nor did he dress like him. He just slept most of the day away, he wore a long dark leather trench coat, and a beaten up bowler hat. The man stomped on his cigarette and started to start a new one when he saw something in the alley. He shrugged and walked away smoking his cigarette. Not many people wanted to resist because they felt as if they had no other choice. The man shook his head shamefully and blew out the smoke. He didn’t understand why they were afraid of a bunch of clones though.  He started to walk when he felt like someone was following him. He walked a little faster and then turned into the next alleyway. The man turned and saw his stalker. He immediately got his gun out.
 “I am not becoming one of you freaks.” The man said plainly as he stared down at the Elvis clone. The clone didn’t respond, he merely pointed a laser at the man and started shooting. The man dodged the shots, jumping against the brick walls and kicking the garbage into the clones face. The clone brushed the garbage away and kept shooting. The man then started shooting the clone and running head on to it. Just as the clone was about to shoot the man square in the face the man punched him in the face, with such strength and speed, that it smashed in the clone’s head. He stood up straight and smiled down at the smashed up clone. He lighted another cigarette and walked out of the alley way and back to MC' Presley. The man walked on and smiled to himself when he realized more clones were following him. 
 "Well this is going to be fun."

book report 4: the HOST

NAME: Melanie Stryder
HEIGHT: 5"10
EYE COLOR: deep brown with flecks of gold
HAIR COLOR: brunette with blond highlights
PERSONALITY: violent, all action, fast, kind, sarcastic, inpatient, loving, motherly
LIKES: Wanderer, Jamie, Jeb, being free, the world how it used to be, jokes, love, and Jared 
DISLIKES: kyle, the seeker, Jared kissing wanderer, Ian touching her, souls(at first), seekers
MAIN CHARACTER 
she is not really the one who is leading but you do know how she feels and what her thoughts are, you also see her views but she doesn't describe everything. she is the owner of the body wanderer is using (at first) and her best friend/sister :) 

NAME: Ian O'Shea 
HEIGHT: 6"5
EYE COLOR: Sapphire blue  
HAIR COLOR: midnight black
PERSONALITY: soccer jock, fair, kind, protective, instinctive but thoughtful, loving, good, sweet 
LIKES: wanderer, mysteries, nice people, playing soccer, proving kyle wrong, Jamie, Doc, Jeb, Jared, love
DISLIKES: kyle, when wanderer is hurt, wanderer sad, wanderer leaving, being beaten at soccer, being wrong
MAIN CHARACTER
wanderers true love and best friend. at first he doesn't like her, even hated her. he almost killed her in the beginning! but then he finds it curious why she is even there, why would she risk her life just to see jared and jamie?  
and then he falls for her.