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 Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 10:44 am
Writing a book? Poetry? Post it here. Also, commenting is allowed, just be nice.
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 5:10 pm
Okay first I hope this is the right place...yell at me if it isn't.,and secondly this is a portion, a preface if you will. the first chapter is all most compleated. I'll put it up later.
Aura was once a kind and nice girl that was untill one day the hunters came.
Her love told her to grab their little girl and leave. She left him only after he told her that she had to protect their little one.
Aura took the girl and ran out the back way, however the hunters already knew the way and she was quickly sarrounded, her back to the wall and hunters in front of her. Aura placed her girl next to the wall telling her to stay put. Aura then turned to face the hunters and the fighting began.
Suddenly, Aura turned around to find her little girl in the hands of a dirty, humen, hunters arms. Thats when she lost all sence, her eyes filled with rage, her long black hair blew about her face. She pulled out her sword and lunged at the man. He however was to quick and dissapered, with her little girl. Forgeting him and turning her attention onto the others. They too started to dissaper, however one didn't get away in time.
Aura ran him through with a sword and stuck him into a tree. She then began to drain him of blood. She withdrew her sword and lowered him to the ground. She had regained her sences, she knew her baby girl was gone and she was going to show the hunters what it was like to loose someone. She took her sword and cut her wrist she then placed her wrist up to the boys mouth and forced him to take in her blood.
When the boy awoke she looked at him. Her hair still wild.
" Your name is Alex, you belong to me now, and you are going to help me find my girl. Let's go."
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 11:51 pm
these are a couple of that I kinda just came up with..... they're not very good though.... sweatdrop Poem 1 Ignorant of the mask I wear you wouldn't even care If I were to just disappear No, all of it is just a lie You will Never understand My Wants
My Needs
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My HATE. Poem 2 Your Ignorance astounds So blind you can't even see The me you see is not me Masked I am Eternally To see the truth is to run screaming in terror. (more later)
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 7:17 am
First: Rave I like your poam.
Second: this is chapter one. Theres not much action in this one chapter two is much better please injoy.
Chapter 1
“Mrs. Aura, none of these people look like the man you described” Alexender, said to Auradria.
“He’s not here.” Aura turned and walked away. Alex watched her for a moment. She, Mrs. Aura to him, was a vampire even though she had a kind side to her; she lost all since when it came to finding the man that took her daughter.
Aura realizing that Alex wasn’t behind her, turned back to see him just watching her.
“What’s wrong did you find something?” She asked.
Alex shook his head. “ No, Mrs. Aura, I was just thinking.” He stud up and ran up to her. “Sorry Mrs. Aura.” He continued to walk ahead.
Aura sighed and caught up to him. She pulled out a black, gold embroidered handkerchief and wiped her sword clean of blood. She placed her sword back in its sheath mumbled a spell and the blood on her handkerchief dissolved into smoke.
Alex glanced back at Aura. “How come you don’t just use that spell to clean off the sword, instead of using your handkerchief?”
Aura quietly folded up her handkerchief and put it in her pocket before answering.
“Every time I see the handkerchief it reminds me what I’m doing this for.”
Alex nodded.
“I’m heading back to the castle… would you check into town before coming back?” Aura asked.
“ Of course Mrs. Aura.”
“Thank you Alex. Oh and would you pick up-“
“You know I wouldn’t come back without it.” Alex said.
“Okay, see you at the castle.” With that Aura disappeared and Alex headed to the town.
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“ I thought I’d find you up here.” A calm, sweet sounding voice said from behind Aura.
Aura said nothing, she was sitting in the middle of a dark room the only light was coming through the doorway from the hall.
“You really should stop beating yourself up about this Aura. You know it wasn’t your fault, besides it’s been what four years now?”
“Five years Kitsune.” Aura said, looking back at the young women, whose bright blue eyes fit perfectly with her long curly black hair, witch was now up in a loose bun.
Suddenly aloud squeal came from downstairs. Aura joined Kit as they ran downstairs.
“Ashie! Are you alright?” Kit yelled out.
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As Aura and Kit neared the middle landing they knew then why their little sister squealed. They had a visitor.
“Good evening, Arionis” Aura said reaching the bottom.
“Hello Arionis” Said Kit.
“Aura, look a new stuffed animal!” Ash said, running up to Kit and holding the stuffed animal out.
“That’s cool Ash.” Kit said smiling and patting the animals’ head.
“What brings you here?” Aura asked.
“I ran into Alex in town so I thought I’d swing by. Here.” Arionis handed Aura a sheath.
Aura looked at the hilt before taking the sword. Its hilt was finely decorated with gold tigers. Aura grabbed the hilt and pulled out the sword. A tiger was etched halfway up the sword its self.
“Its lovely thank you Ari.”
Arionis turned to Kit. “And for you.” He handed her two daggers etched with dragons. He handed her two daggers their hilt’s was finely decorated with gold dragons. Kit grabbed the daggers hilts. A dragon was etched halfway up each of the two daggers.
“Sweet!” Kit said taking the daggers. She spun them testing the weight balance. “Perfect.”
“Dinner girls!” Alex called from the dinning room.
“ ‘K” Aura called back.
“Can you stay Ari?” Ash asked.
“I don’t mind.” Kit said.
“Sure it’s the least we can do to say thanks for the gifts.” Aura added.
“Alright why not I don’t have anywhere to be.” Arionis said.
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Ash left after dinner to her “studies” and kit left to “brake in her new daggers”
“There is another reason I stopped by.” Arionis said.
“Thought as much. What is it?”
“Its these hunts’ of yours. They’re starting to attract a lot of attention in town.” Arionis explained.
“That’s nice.” Aura said indifferently.
“That’s not nice Aura, you need to start thinking your hunts through, or else they need to cease.”
Aura finished off her drink- witch was of blood that Alex had brought back from the local vampire blood bank.
“I am not going to stop looking for Sophia, or the man that took her from me.” Aura said calmly.
“Then find a way to look for them without resorting to killing half a dozen human hunters just outside of town.” Arionis said then finishing off his drink.
“Look Arionis, do the townspeople suspect the killings to be vampire related?”
“No, not to my knowledge”
“Then I really don’t see the problem.” Aura said filling Arionis glass then hers with the red liquid.
“That’s not the point Auradria it needs to stop, I’m not saying to stop your search that is your choice, but you kneed to find a different way to do things.” Arionis said a little more sternly.
“Alright Ari, alright, I understand, I’ll find a different way.” Aura said.
“That’s all I wanted to hear.” Arionis stud up. “Now I must be going, and by the way Aura, there are other ways of getting information, just ask your sisters.” Arionis bowed. “by your leave.”
Aura nodded and Arionis turned and left meeting Ash coming through the door.
“Goodbye Ashie.” Arionis continued on his way.
“ Bye Ari.” Ash said continuing toward Aura.
Ash sat beside her sister, grabbed her drink and drank it.
“Ari’s right you know there are other ways.” Ash smiled.
Aura looked at Ash with a raised eyebrow. “Ash you know it’s rude to…” Auras eyes widen. “Listen in on other peoples conversations….” Aura smiled. “Ash you’re a genius…how would you like to go with me and Alex tomorrow?”
“Alex and I …and sure”
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“Are you sure Aura I mean she ---“
“Kit even if she acts like a child she’s not, besides I don’t plan on anyone getting hurt.”
“I hate being the one that has to go to these extremely boring meetings.” Kit whined.
“That’s what you get for being oldest. Maybe next time Kit.” Aura said. “Don’t worry she’ll be fine.” Aura finished as Ash bounded down the stairs.
“I’m ready.” Ash announced.
“See you when we get back Kit.” Aura said. She and Ash followed by Alex walked out and into the warm midnight air.
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“I finally get to go on a hunt with you!” Ash was talking a mile a minute.
“Ash shush, we’re not actually going hunting tonight, your going to help do some spying.” Aura said
“That’s it!” Ash exclaimed.
Aura looked at Ash her short brown hair was tucked under a hat but her brown eyes still shown.
“That’s not enough?” Aura asked.
“Well I was hoping to –“
“GIRLS HUSH!” Alex whispered franticly. “We’re close to the hunters hole.”
P.S theres going to be some changes later.
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 3:22 pm
This is a story I did for English class my sophomore year. I got an A. The Michiko Tale It was a bright and sunny day in the kingdom of Michiko. The weather was warm, the grass was soft and green, and the birds chirped a happy melody. All seemed right with the world. However, for young Prince Mattheus, things were all but well. As he sat at his desk, he tried to concentrate on his studies, but he couldn’t see the math problems nor could he hear the birds. The only thing visible to his smoky grey eyes and the only thing that stumbled through his mind were the events of that morning. “What?!” Belmair and Mattheus exclaimed, both equally stunned at what their fathers had just told them.
“That’s right!” Mattheus’ father, King Bartholomew of Michiko, said with cheeks bright and rosy red, eyes glistening like the morning dew, and the excitement of a small dog. “You two are to be married on the first of this upcoming May.”
“Now, I know that this seems quite precipitous seeing as this is arranged for only two months from our current date, but it must be done,” said Belmair’s father, King Fredrick of Marriganth, bright eyed, but a little less bushy-tailed than his friend. “It’s a multi-century tradition that keeps the mutualism between our two kingdoms strong. Our generation took part in the inter-kingdom marriage and now it is your turn.”
"But father," Mattheus protested, "I hardly know her! How do you expect me to marry someone I don't even know, let alone love?"
"And what about my feelings?" Belmair added.
"I don't mean to sound cruel, but think of it not as feeling love for someone else, think of it as love and loyalty for your country. You will grow to love each other after the wedding takes place," King Bartholomew replied.
"Do you think you can handle this?" King Fredrick asked the two.
"Yes father," Belmair nodded in agreement causing her blonde curls to bounce a bit. She was willing to do anything her father asked of her, even if it meant marrying an almost stranger. Besides, he was kind of cute so it wouldn‘t be entirely horrible. Mattheus, however, was a little more than resistant to the entire idea. Nevertheless he solemnly lowered his head in a slow nod.
"Then it is decided!" King Bartholomew clapped with added enthusiasm. As Mattheus stood to close the window to block out the sounds of the chirping birds, a sigh escaped from the bowels of his 6'3" figure. He had to do something to stop this wedding, but what? That was the question. Suddenly, a knock at his bedroom door broke him out of his reminiscing daze. In walked Belmair. “May I help you?” Mattheus turned to look at the intruder. “Well, we are going to be married so I thought we should get to know each other better,” she replied. “So you decide to barge into my room without permission? Well, aren’t you a rude one.” His eyes narrowed. “At least I knocked. Soon you shall be my husband and you will have to get used to me entering a room unannounced. Anyways, I was thinking that since we’re going to be married we should get to know each other better.” “You said that already.” Said Mattheus, obviously irritated by now. “You didn’t let me finish. How about this. I’ll begin by telling you a little about myself then you can tell something about yourself, you know to -“ ”To get to know each other better because we’re going to get married. I think I get that by now,” he interrupted. “See! We’re already finishing each others sentences!” Belmair exclaimed before going into a long speech about her life story. However Mattheus just tuned her out. Now he knew there was no way he could marry her. She was rude and vexing. He had to escape, but how? She wouldn’t stop talking. Then an idea came to him. He could jump out the window when she wasn’t looking. It was only the second story so he wouldn’t get badly injured. Or better yet, he could leave for the bathroom and never come back. Yes, that was more probable. “...and then I turned five.” “ I don’t mean to be rude, but I have to go to the bathroom. I’ll be back in a minute,” he said before heading for the door. “Now wait just one minute!” Belmair grabbed him by the shoulder causing him to stop his escape attempt. She turned him around and looked him straight in the eye. “I know what your plan is, and you’re not getting away from this princess. Many men have tried to pull the same trick on me before and I won’t let it happen again. So help me, I will tie you to that chair if I have to, I will not let you leave this room, Mattheus.” Mattheus felt a chill go down his spine as if her azure eyes were shooting icicles into his soul. But he wasn’t going to take this from any woman. Glaring back at her he said, “I don’t know who you think you are, but you will take your hands off of me this instant and I will leave this room. This is my house with my rules and you cannot tell me what I can and can not do. Now, good day princess.” With that he promptly left one shocked Belmair and headed for the stables where his black stallion, Kurokawa, was. Mattheus picked up the bright red horse brush and started brushing Kurokawa’s glossy coat and untangling his mane. While doing this he continued to think over his plan, hopefully without interruption this time. Many ideas and malicious plans came to mind as he thought it over for the two hours he was in the stable. But, finally he thought of one that suited his fancy. It was a plan. A horrible plan. A wonderful horrible plan that would indisputably rid him of his problem with Belmair, princess of Marriganth. It would have to be executed swiftly and thoroughly, without any space for errors. Unfortunately, it would mean that he would have to spend more time with the wretched creature, but it would be worth it. The next day Mattheus rode his horse to the castle in Marriganth to talk to Belmair. He didn’t want there to be any tension between them before he carried out his plan. That would only point the fingers to him, and we wouldn’t want that now would we? After things cleared up between them he pretended to like her for the next week or so just to make sure he wasn’t on her bad side, and for the happiness of his father. Meanwhile he was perfecting and working out the flaws in his plan. Belmair’s day of reckoning would soon come. ********************** It was a bright and sunny day in the land of Marriganth. Exactly one week since the announcement of the wedding between Belmair and Mattheus. The flowers were blooming brightly and the grass was soft and verdant viridian. The peaks of the mountains were lightly powdered with pearly white snow that glistened with the rays of sun gleaming off it. Mattheus had ridden to the castle in Marriganth yet again, as he had been doing for the past week, to visit Belmair. However today was going to be different. He was clad in his full onyx armor, just like a knight, with his sword at his side. He had planned a surprise for his fiancé in Rainwater Valley, one of the many valleys that spotted the mountainous country of Marriganth. “Where are you taking me?” Belmair asked as she clung to the back of Mattheus as they rode away on his stallion. “Well, it wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you, now would it, my love?” Mattheus cringed at the last phrase seeing as it left a bitter taste in his mouth. The sides of his face pulled back into a wince, but Belmair couldn’t see for she was behind him. Riding a little further, they reached the valley that was full of Birds of Paradise, Anthurium’s, and Calla Lily’s. “Oh!” Belmair breathed, “It’s so beautiful here! How did you find this place?” She walked around the valley looking at all the flowers. “I found it while I was out riding Kurokawa one day. I just had to take you to it. I know how much you love flowers. And I wanted to do something nice for you before...” Mattheus trailed off on his thought. “Before what?” Belmair turned to look at him and when she did she stood face to face with the ominous blade that was Mattheus’s sword. Her eyes opened wide and her breath staggered as she looked into the contorted vicious face of her fiancé. His eyes were burning like the fire within his soul and his hands gripped his double edged sword fiercely. “W-What are you doing? What’s going on?” she asked with a shaky voice. “It’s time,” Mattheus’s face twisted into a dark smile as he thrust the sword into Belmair’s abdomen “to meet your maker, Belmair.” She cried out in pain as she slumped over the sword, slowly dying. But this wasn’t enough for Mattheus. His hatred consumed him as he continued to slash and sever Belmair’s body causing blood to splatter onto his armor and his face until she was barely recognizable. When he had completed his task, he stood tall and luminous over her bloody carcass, and the blood from his sword slowly pooled at his feet. “That should do it.” Mattheus murmured as he brushed his ebony locks out of his smoky gray eyes. Placing his sword back into its sheath, he walked over to a beautiful babbling brook near by to wash the blood off his face and his onyx armor. The cool water felt good against his hands after having slain the princess when he placed them into the brook and cupped the water in his hands. As he cleaned himself, the crystal clear water soon became tainted with the crimson blood of Belmair. Looking over his shoulder, he eyed the work that had been done and contemplated what to do next. Should he move the body and discard it in one of the many dark ravines that dotted the mountains? No, it would just get more blood on him and what would be the fun of not knowing how everyone would react when they saw her severed little being. So he left her to the ravens that circled above in the beautiful morning sky and to anything else that desired to feast upon her flesh. After making his decision Mattheus shook the water off his hands and mounted his black stallion who was grazing near by. “Giddy up!” he called out, guiding Kurokawa into a gallop. He headed away from the field of flowers and death and started his journey back to Michiko and the comfort of his home. The End
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 3:31 pm
This is the sequel to The Michiko Tale that I did for English class later in the year. I got an A on this one too. The ending is kindda eh, but whatever. The Marriganth FairytaleIt was a bright and sunny day in the land of Marriganth. The flowers were blooming brightly and the grass supple was a charming chartreuse. The peaks of the magnanimous mountains were lightly powdered with magnolia colored snow that glistened with the rays of the golden sun gleaming off it. Marriganth was a wonderful place with perfect weather year round. In a valley within this beautiful land, blood was spilt across the great green grass and the brightly painted flowers. The sun shone off the pools of blood and the body that it poured from. Near the bloody carcass was a tall, luminous figure clad in dark armor, wielding a sword, and splattered in the blood of his victim. Who was the victim? She was the princess of Marriganth, Belmair. Who was the murderer? He was the prince of the kingdom Michiko, Mattheus, who was a tall, dark and handsome heartthrob with homicidal tendencies. Why did he do this, you ask. For the mere fact that he hated her. You see, Belmair was his bride-to-be. They were to be married on the first of the upcoming May to unite the two neighboring kingdoms. However, he did not want to marry her. He thought of her as an annoying little bug that needed to be dealt with. When she came to visit she would barge in unannounced and would have a tête-à-tête of the most galling topics. There was no way for him to leave her. Therefore, he lured her out to the field of florets and slaughtered her. “That should do it.” Mattheus murmured as he brushed his ebony locks out of his smoky gray eyes. Placing his blade, which was similar to a claymore, back into its sheath, he walked over to a beautiful babbling brook near by to wash the blood off his face and his onyx armor. The cool water felt good against his hands after having slain the princess when he placed them into the brook and cupped the water in his hands. As he cleaned himself, the crystal clear water soon became tainted with the crimson blood of Belmair. Looking over his shoulder, he eyed the work that had been done and contemplated what to do next. Should he move the body and discard it in one of the many dark ravines that dotted the mountains? No, it would just get more blood on him and what would be the fun in not knowing how everyone would react when they saw her severed little being. Therefore, he decided to leave her to the ravens that circled above in the beautiful morning sky and to anything else that desired to feast upon her flesh. After making his decision, Mattheus shook the water off his hands and mounted his black stallion Kurokawa who was grazing near by. “Giddy up!” he called out, guiding Kurokawa into a gallop. He headed away from the field of flowers and death and started his journey back to Michiko and the comfort of his home. Unbeknownst to Mattheus, an ominous, mysterious robed figure gazed on from the shadows of a nearby patch of trees. “What be this?” It thought to itself. “A murder of sorts! Bloodlust! This young man has me intrigued. I shall watch him more closely, that I shall.” With that, they merged back into the shadows. ***************************************** “Alright, that’s all for today’s lesson young master Mattheus. Don’t forget that you have an examination tomorrow over this last segment so remember to go over the things you’re still having difficulty with.” Mattheus’s private tutor, Jillian Philips, said as she closed out the day’s session. While taking note of it in his daily organizer Mattheus replied, “I will Ms. Philips. Moreover, I am remorseful for being tardy today. I truly am.” “Pish posh! I won’t have any more of it. You needn’t worry about being a few minutes behind schedule. Everyone is overdue once or twice in their existence.” She brushed it off. Mattheus smiled, “Alright, I’ll try not to keep it on my conscience Ms. Philips. I shall convene with you on the morrow.” With that, he got up from his chair and left the study. Back in his room, Mattheus placed his books on his desk then traversed out to the royal stables to groom Kurokawa and polish his body armor. After all, he wanted to make sure that nothing was left to be evidence for what he had done earlier that day. He would have done it beforehand but he had been late for his morning lessons, which he had never been before. “Too close.” He muttered while brushing Kurokawa’s silky raven mane with his vermillion red horse brush. “Did you say something young master Mattheus?” the stable boy, Zachary, asked. “Huh? Oh, no. Just… just thinking aloud.” He replied. “And Zach, please just call me Mattheus. I’m not too fond of formalities with those younger than I.” Stopping brushing, he turned and smiled. “As you wish young ma…uh…Mattheus.” Zach replied blushing. Mattheus smirked when he noticed the redness of Zachary’s face. “What’s so funny?” “Nothing, really there’s nothing funny.” “No, tell me!” “It’s just that,” Zach replied turning red still, “I’ve always thought of you as an older brother despite the difference in status. You've always been kind to me and you sometimes help me with my chores when you're not busy.” In reply, Mattheus walked over, placed his hand on Zach’s head, and gently tussled his curly red hair. They looked at each other and smiled in mutualism. “Well,” Mattheus turned, “I’ve got to get back to what I was doing.” Picking up the brush, he continued to groom Kurokawa. “So, what are you doing down here?” Zachary asked. “Normally you leave the grooming to me.” “Sometimes a person feels like there are things he must do himself. Right now, this is one of those things.” Right at that moment Kurokawa started to make a fuss as if he were startled by something. “Whoa, calm down boy.” Mattheus said softly into his horse’s ear. Glancing up, he saw his father’s manservant, Jonathan. “Let me guess. My father requests my presence, right?” “Yes, and this time he told me that it was urgent, Prince Mattheus.” Jonathan replied. “Thank you Jon, I’ll be there right away.” He placed down the grooming brush and headed out of the stable. “Don’t touch my horse while I’m gone Zachary. Don’t even go near him.” “Yes sir, Mattheus.” ***************************************** Laughter sang through the streets of a small town in the land of Marriganth as children ran and played about. Named Kiseki, meaning miracle, it overlooked the gorgeous Rainwater Valley that had a field where Birds of Paradise, Anthurium’s, and Calla Lily’s grew untamed. A group of children ventured from the streets and decided to head into the valley they so admired from afar. “You can’t catch me!” “Get back here!” and “Get that thing away from me!” could be heard echoing off the valley walls. Children chasing butterflies, each other, and making flower ornaments were strewn all over the luscious meadow. Some of the smaller ones went about collecting bouquets of the beautiful flora while many of the older progeny played with a ball one of them had brought. As they played about, one of the young boys kicked the ball a little too hard and it ended up on the other side of the brook. He hopped from stone to stone until he made it to the other side. When he reached the ball, something a ways off caught his eye. As he made his way toward it, he stopped short and his eyes gaped and welled up with tears. After letting out a cry, the other children came running towards the boy and what he had seen. Once they got close enough they too saw what had traumatized him. What did he stumble on? The putrid remains of Belmair, the princess of Marriganth and the same Belmair that Mattheus had murdered just that morning. Those children never traversed into the valley again. ********************************************** “You wanted to see me?” Mattheus entered the throne room and walked across to his father, King Bartholomew, who was with the king of Michiko, and King Fredrick, the king of Marriganth. “Ah, yes. Thank you for acknowledging my request .” The king turned to recognize the attendance of his son. “It’s excellent to see you yet again, Mattheus,” said King Fredrick. “Regrettably I haven’t come on holiday.” “I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but the wedding has been called off. You will not be getting married this May.” his father said. “I don’t know if you have been informed of this yet but, your bride-to-be, Princess Belmair, has departed this life.” “How did this happen?” Mattheus inquired, trying not to sound too unsubtle and trying not to smile. “A group of children from Kiseki Village stumbled upon her remains in Rainwater Valley.” King Fredrick explained. “There wasn’t a great deal of my daughter left. Nevertheless, she was still identifiable.” “I’m sorry about your loss.” Mattheus uttered as remorseful as he possibly could. “You needn’t be.” King Fredrick shook his head. “It isn’t your fault.” Mattheus grew uncomfortable at that last remark but regained his composure before anyone noticed. “May I ask, what is going to happen now?” “That is what we are trying to figure out at the moment, son.” King Bartholomew replied. “For now I will require you to attend the wake, funeral, and memorial service until you are given any further instructions regarding the matter.” “As you wish, father.” “You are dismissed.” “Yes father.” Mattheus then turned and left his fathers presence. On his way back to the stables Mattheus heard a twig snap in the nearby brush. He turned only to be met by a pair of sable eyes glowering at him from the darkness. “Who goes there? What business have you on castle grounds?” Mattheus inquired while drawing on his penknife. “Show yourself, I command you!” A spine-chilling chortle could be heard as a dark figure emerged from the shadows. Not much could be seen of their physique for a cloak covered most of their body. A face that was anemically pale and hair that was as dark as they were pale protruded from the drapes of cloth surrounding the head of the humanoid creature. "What business have I? What business have I?" came a voice that sounded of the male gender. "It is thee who asks what business have I with such an irrational tone of fright and a knife extended? You should treat your guests more kindly." "How can I treat you kindly when we have never met and you are suspiciously traversing around castle grounds?" responded Mattheus. "I have a right to know your business or I shall call the royal guard to arrest you for trespassing." "And if I resist?" "I shall kill you myself." "Just as you asphyxiated the lovely princess, Belmair of Marriganth?" they asked. Mattheus was in shock. How could this stranger know the happenings of that morning? He could have sworn that no one was around when he killed her. It had to be a bluff. This man had to be insane! "Are you from the academy? Why would I kill my own bride-to-be?" He grew frustrated. "I know not your reasons. Enlighten me, Mr. Claymore." "I did not kill her!" Mattheus lied malevolently. "Oh, did I touch a nerve?" the man sniggered which only caused him to become even more enraged. His fist tightened around the knife before it flew towards its target; the cloaked mans head. However, the man dodged the projectile that stuck into a tree behind him. "Temper, temper. A wise man once said 'Pride goeth before destruction, and an haughty spirit before a fall.'" said the man with pleasure before he turned serious. "You needn't worry, young Mattheus, for I have not come to reveal your secret. At least, not yet." "What do you want old man?" Mattheus replied impatiently. "Keep your fine silk shirt on, prince. I'll tell you my intentions when the time is right." "Or you could tell me now," said Mattheus, grasping him by the front of his cloak "and save yourself from a most unpleasant experience." The man only smiled at his indignance. "Well, are you going to invite me in? Or would you rather continue our chat out here where anyone could walk by and hear about your not so little situation?" Mattheus glared at the mans sly grin before he released his grasp and turned huffily towards the castle. The cloaked man smirked as he followed him into the stately citadel and the heart of Michiko. Using a back path and several secret passageways so as not to be discovered, Mattheus led the man to his bedroom where he locked the door behind them. He did not want anyone to intrude on their colloquy. The cloaked man marveled at the magnificence of the large and lavish room. Off in one corner, he could see the outline of the large claymore sword used to kill Belmair hidden underneath a cloth. His brow furrowed and his lip pursed at the thought. "Now," Mattheus demanded, "tell me who you are and what you want. Moreover, stop accusing me of the death of Belmair. It's quite bothersome." "Why such denial? We both know you killed her. Shall I describe the scene or do you not want to relive it?" said the cloaked man spitefully. Mattheus lowered his eyes to a glare. "Why should you go about killing someone for your own satisfaction while others suffer from your decision?" The man pointed at him. "You may be the prince of Michiko but you have no right to act on behalf of God, you blasphemous fool!” “Me? Blasphemous? I think you should be pointing your finger back at yourself, for who died made you judge over my life?” “My sister, that’s who! She left me to judge over her assassin and I shall avenge her death!” the cloaked man cried out. “What?” Mattheus asked, shocked at what was just said. “That’s right. It is I, Prince Aaron of Marriganth," he tore back the cloak and removed a wig to reveal his naturally blonde hair, "brother of the late Princess Belmair and an avenger.” “Unfathomable lies! If you had been there why did you not try to stop me from killing your sister? If you care so much about her, why not try and save her?” “What kind of fool would try to oppose someone with such a large and powerful sword? That’s suicide! If I had gotten in your way then you would have killed her after killing me." "Then I guess I should kill you now so I won't have to worry about you getting in my way in the future!" said Mattheus who pulled out another knife, this time from one of his boots, and lunged at him. Aaron ducked and rolled out of the reach of Mattheus and over to the cloth covered sword. He tried picking it up but it was heavier than he perceived it to be. Lucky for him he was able to lift it in time to block most of the next attack but he wasn't quick enough. Mattheus used the blade as a track and guided the knife down into Aaron's thigh for a quick stab. He jumped back and escaped a wild and aimless swing of the sword. He let out an angry yell and charged again for another strike. Unfortunately he wasn't expecting a back handed slash from the sword which sliced him through the abdomen into two halves. His bisected body fell to the floor where blood cascaded from his upper half. Aaron smirked at his accomplishment before tearing off a piece of his cloak to bandage his wound. "I...I'm not finished...yet..." Mattheus uttered as he reached in his shirt and pulled out a 9mm. “You have a gun?!” Aaron asked, shocked at the sudden turn of events. "If I die," he coughed up a mouthful of blood, "I'm taking you with me." Aiming the gun at him, he pulled the trigger and shot Aaron right in the head for an instantaneous death. Since the wound in his thigh had gone so deep, there was not enough time for him to evade the bullet. Before he took his final breath he said, "Michiko two...Marriganth one.” The End
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 3:42 pm
This is the third and final story I wrote for my Sophomore English class. I got an A on this one two. It has nothing to do with the two previous stories. Hmm, it seems all my stories have to do with death though...
The Bittersweet Taste of Revenge
Saturday March 14, 12:27 am
Gunshots rang out in the air. A blood-curdling scream pierced through the night and muffled the city chatter. Police sirens sounded and their blue and red lights flashed off the towering brick and steel buildings that now cast long and menacing shadows. Crowds gathered, as if appearing from the dark, whispering and muttering about the scene they now viewed. Questions asking what had happened, who it was, and who did it passed through the ever-growing curious crowd. Witnesses were drawn, detectives were called in, news crews arrived, and the autopsy report came back with an identification of the body and the cause of death.
“I was watching TV when I heard the commotion outside, so I came out to see what was going on. I had no idea it was this.” said one.
“I know what you mean. My daughters were having a sleep over when they started screaming and pointing out the window.” another replied. Similar stories circled around the groups as they waited for information to be passed onto them about the sudden and shocking murder.
Soon, the body was covered and carried away by the coroner. Questions asking what had happened now circulated faster as they watched the corpse leave the scene. However, the police dismissed everyone back to their homes, which made them wait until it was covered in the news the next morning.
Sunday March 15, 7:30 am
“In other news, there was a turn of events last night for one unlucky girl on her way home from a night out. While walking down Thornbush Boulevard, seventeen-year-old Hana was shot and brutally masticated. By the time the police arrived, she had already died outside of the Hansuke apartment complex. Witnesses say that the perpetrator looked to be an Asian male about eighteen years old with dark hair and glasses, wearing a blue sports jacket and dark pants. He ran off before the police were able to identify him. He is a highly dangerous individual and may still be armed. If you have any information on the whereabouts of...” The television clicked off.
“It’s already all over the news! Do you know how bad this is for you, brother?” said Kiyoshi, a lanky, pale Japanese boy. “I knew you shouldn’t have killed that girl!”
“No,” Kiyoshi’s brother smirked as he cleaned his glasses with a cloth from his pocket. “This is perfect. Absolutely marvelous and it’s all going according to plan.”
“But brother,”
“Shut up Kiyoshi! Everything is going to be fine. By the time all of this is over, we will have had our revenge on everyone who has wronged us!”
“But is murder necessary?”
“It was an accident okay! How many times must I tell you that?” He yelled.
“It didn’t look much like an accident.”
“You know what, you can just shut up. Anyways, who’s next on the list...”
Monday March 16, 7:00 am
“It seems that the mysterious murderer strikes again. Last night fifteen-year-old Akatachi was found hanging from a maple tree behind local Ki Academy. According to the autopsy, it was not a suicide. He was strangled then taken behind the school and hung. He was found this morning by a teacher...”
Tuesday March 17, 7:00 am
“For the third time this week we have experienced the death of a young person in this city. Last night sixteen-year-old Yuuki was viciously torn to ribbons and was discarded on his front porch with the ring of the doorbell. His mother found...”
Wednesday March 18, 8:00 am
Murmurs went around the school as students and teachers gossiped about the weeks events. Who would be next? What was the connection to each other? Who could commit such a heinous act? All were frightened.
“Now class,” said Sarutobi-sensei, “Since there have been so many attacks on young people of this area, a strict curfew has been developed until the murderer has been captured. You are to go straight home once school gets out and are to leave for no reason except school the next day. Move in groups so that no one is singled out. Also, all after-school activities are hereby canceled until further notice.” Groans of discontented students milled around the class.
“Now, I know that you don’t like it and it may mess with your plans, but it’s for your safety. We wouldn’t want another one of you to get killed, now would we?” The response was no more that grumbles of agreement from disgruntled students. Kiyoshi sat in the back wondering how his brother was going to take this.
Wednesday March 18, 5:00 pm
“What are you going to do now, brother?” Kiyoshi asked. “And I thought you weren’t going to kill anyone anymore.”
“What am I going to do? What am I going to do?! I have to come up with a new strategy, that’s what I’m going to do.” His yell echoed off the walls of their apartment. Kiyoshi flinched at the tone of his brother's voice.
“Brother, you...you’ve changed ever since mother died.” he said softly. “At first this was going to be a little prank revenge on those who have teased and bullied us, but now you’re out killing people left and right. I do not think she would want this.”
"Kiyoshi," he placed his hand on his brother's head, "I'm sorry if I have scared or scarred you, but now that mother is gone I must take charge and responsibility around here. Also, we can't just let bullies run around unchecked. 'Do unto others', remember?"
"I don't think that's the correct context you should be taking it in."
"Just trust me, okay?"
"Brother," Kiyoshi removed the hand, "I think you've taken this far enough. I don't want anyone else to die. It just feels wrong."
"Do you doubt your own brother?"
"Brother," he said sternly "I've decided to turn you in to the police."
"Oh, you can't do that." Kiyoshi defiantly pulled out his cell phone. His brother then grew stubborn and wrestled him to the ground. The phone was tossed across the room before a dagger was drawn and placed at the younger brother’s throat.
"Now you listen to me," said the elder darkly, "I hear another word out of you and you'll end up like Yuuki. Get it? Got it?" Kiyoshi nodded slowly. "Good." He was then promptly hog-tied, gagged and thrown into the nearest closet. "That ought to keep him quiet for a while. But I can’t take any chances.” He then jammed all the windows and doors, and lit a piece of propane soaked cloth on fire before locking the front door and jamming that lock as well.
Kiyoshi wriggled in his bondage trying to loose the rope or at least reach the knot and untie it. His brother never was good at tying holding knots. Eventually the knot gave way and the rope became limp around him. By then he could feel the heat of the fire through the door. However, when he tried to open it, it wouldn’t because it had been jammed from the outside. He tried ramming it with his shoulders, but it would not give way. Nonetheless, when he searched around in the darkness of the closet, he did find a small pocketknife that he used to unscrew and remove the doorknob and break the lock. With the missing doorknob came a rush of smoke that stung Kiyoshi’s eyes that impaired his vision and caused him to stumble about in blindness for the nearest door or window.
Flames lashed at the exposed skin on his feet and his arms, which covered his face. Smoke filled his lungs with every staggered breath he managed to take. When he did reach a window, he found it jammed, just as the door had been. Picking up a chair he hammered at the glass with what little strength he had hoping that either someone would hear the noise and come to his rescue or the glass would break.
Outside sirens sounded as fire trucks and an ambulance rushed to the burning building. Limp hoses were unwound, made plump with water from a hydrant, and were used to fight back the blazes. Firefighters rushed in with axes and masks to search for anyone trapped behind the flames. One such firefighter heard Kiyoshi’s constant banging and hacked his way through the jammed door to carry him to safety. In the back of the ambulance, he was administered oxygen and treatment for his burns.
When a police officer came over to question him about the event he could barely talk, but he managed to cough out “I know what you need.” The officer stood confused but when he caught his breath, Kiyoshi told the whole story.
Friday March 20, 6:00 pm
“The case of the teen murders and the apartment building burning has come to a close with the arrest of sixteen year old Kaname Hazure who was turned in by his brother, fifteen year old Kiyoshi Hazure. He will go on trial with the charge of first degree murder, attempted murder, and arson next Wednesday and could be facing life in prison.”
The End
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 3:54 pm
These are all the poems I had to write for Sophomore English. Each has a reason why I had to write it, but I don't remember. The Sun Cries
The clouds darken up
Covering the eye of the sun,
Boiling up and thundering in anger.
Blue skies disappear
behind the door of clouds.
The sun pounds and roars
Trying to escape the darkness
But it can’t.
It lashes out in anger,
Scratching against its dark cloudy foe
Sending sparks as streaks of temporary light
Trying to escape the darkness
But it can’t.
Finally giving up, tears start slowly
Drizzling down its face.
The saline drops pouring down
Flooding through the cloudy barrier
That holds in the sun.
Ode to a Turkey
Turkey, turkey
You must have feelings too
Are you not a creature of God?
Turkey, turkey
Every year you get prepared
Fattened and ripe for the picking
Turkey, turkey
What a sad way for you to go
Ceremoniously stuffed and placed on a tuber bed
Turkey, turkey
Devoured by carnivorous beasts
Until nothing is left but your bones picked clean
Turkey, turkey
Don’t be too sad for many hear your cry
And eat tofu replacements of you
Turkey, turkey
Thanksgiving must be your mortal foe
So I write this ode to ease your tortured soul
Hidden Ballet
Somewhere off down the hall
Is a hidden ballet we all take part in
In synchronization we pick up our pens
And let them dance across their little stage
A simple page where they create art
Outside the window in the cold
Is a hidden ballet we all like to watch
A symphony of wind starts blowing so soft
Sending leaves, like dancers, across their stage
A simple blue sky where they flutter around
Inside our bodies
Is a hidden ballet we all need to survive
A soft vital beat synchronizes the flow
Of small red ballerinas that glide all over their stage
A simple vessel that forever sends blood to our organs
Twenty-six Words
Any Banana Can Dance
Even Freedom Gives Hope
Instigators Joyfully Kill Lives
Manly Ninjas Overthrow Paris
Quartets Randomly Sing Tunes
Unusually Vicious Women X-ing
Yummy Zabaglione
An Artist
Scribble, scribble Erase, erase
An artist works at their own special pace
Designing a world of their very own pleasure
Admired by others for their work is a treasure
Adhering colors on canvases big and small
But only after death are they famous to all
Roaring
The roaring of the planes overhead,
The roaring of the pain in my head
Cause the roaring of the ache in my heart to grow.
The roaring of the ache in my heart
And the roaring of the pain in my head blend
Causing my whole body to ache and shiver
The roar grows and grows until
I can’t hear anything other than
The roar
Of the planes,
And the pains,
And the aches.
Soon I am deafened
by the prolonged roaring
And blinded by my pain.
None can hear what I hear.
None can feel what feel.
Life is lonely and quiet now.
Not a sound to be heard,
Not a thing to be felt.
And this is the end.
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 3:57 pm
This is the Native American Origin Myth I had to write for my Junior English class last year.
When the Eagle Flies
Whispering Deer ran through the camp, her long black braids flailing behind her as she searched for a certain tipi amongst all the rest. When she did find it, she threw back the flap to find her grandfather, Proud Bear, sitting on a buckskin and smoking his pipe.
"Ah, welcome papoose. I have been waiting for you," said Proud Bear as he exhaled. "What question do you have for me today?"
"Grandfather," asked Whispering Deer, "where does wind come from?"
"Where does it come from?" chucked the old man. "What caused you to ask such a question papoose?"
"Well, you can't see it and when it comes, it seems to come from nowhere. You are the wisest in our tribe so surely you must know," she replied as she sat next to her grandfather.
"There is no need for flattery little one," the wrinkles on his face pulled back into a smile. "I shall tell you how wind was created." Whispering Deer perked up as she listened intently to her grandfathers story.
"It was particularly hot on the tenth day of the seventh moon of the fifth year when Mighty Wolf started his journey up Big Mountain to bring an offering to the great Sun Spirit. You see, the great Sun spirit was not a merciful spirit. Everyday he would beam bright and hot and cause the animals to suffer. So every year in the seventh month one of the four honored animals (Wolf, Eagle, Bear and Bison) would travel up Big Mountain to bring an offering and beg mercy of the Sun Spirit. Only then would he not burn as long and hard. This year was Mighty Wolf's turn.
As Mighty Wolf climbed up the side of Big Mountain, the great Sun Spirit looked upon him and laughed. Burning hotter, he made Mighty Wolf's trek a long and difficult one. The higher he climbed the hotter it got and the less trees there were for shade. Soon Mighty Wolf collapsed from the heat, feeling like he could go on no longer. Now, Noble Eagle was passing overhead when he saw this and asked, "Mighty Wolf, why do you lie on the ground? Are you not on your way to visit the great Sun Spirit?" When Mighty Wolf told Noble Eagle what had happened, Noble Eagle asked if there was anything that he could do to help. At first he did not know what to do, but then Mighty Wolf thought of an idea.
"Noble Eagle," he said, "would you fan me with your wings? Maybe that could cool me off as I hike up the mountain. The peak is not very far, so you wouldn't have to fan me for long."
"Very well," replied Noble Eagle. He lifted off his rock and soared high into the sky. With a few powerful flaps of his wings the air beneath was redirected towards Mighty Wolf. However, the harder Noble Eagle flapped, the stronger the gust became and soon the blast of air moved down the mountain and onto the rest of the animals below, blowing away their sweat. This was the first wind.
Now, seeing the animals cooled off, and not by his power, the angry Sun Spirit descended upon Noble Eagle hoping that he would get so hot he would stop. However, Noble Eagle was used to soaring high and near to the sun. And so the great Sun Spirit returned to his mountain top, unable to stop the eagle and his plight. When Mighty Wolf reached the top of Big Mountain, the great Sun Spirit refused to take his offering but put a curse on Noble Eagle instead and made him one of the great spirits. From that point on, he would be responsible for flying around the world to bring wind as the great Wind Spirit. Even now, you can hear his wings flapping as the wind blows." Whispering Deer sat in awe. "Does that answer your question papoose?" Proud Bear asked his granddaughter.
"Oh, yes! Thank you grandfather. You really are very wise," she smiled up to him.
"You are welcome," he smiled back. "Run along now papoose. It is best for ones your age to be out playing with ones your age, not listening to an old man."
"Alright," Whispering Deer got up reluctantly and headed for the tipi flap. "I'll see you tomorrow grandfather. Goodbye!"
"Goodbye papoose." Proud Bear waved goodbye to his granddaughter, then picked up his pipe and stuck it in his mouth chuckling to himself.
The End
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 6:35 pm
Girls i <3 all the stuff your making!!
blaugh blaugh blaugh
heart heart heart
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 4:25 am
Poem 3 Forever Masked Dancing in the rain to hide My tears non-existence It's all a joke that noone understands My Heart yearns for Some understanding Someone Brave enough to know Who I really Am. Poem 4 Don't ignore Me Don't leave Me behind A lost soul am I Always forgotten Never Loved Wanting Little And Receiving nothing Never any Savior when I needed one Most I dance in the rain so that the Mask I wear washes away with my tears and is replaced anew.
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 7:17 pm
The Unlucky Angel XIII (No.2). By Blue.
And The Unlucky Angel has a possitive yet terrible effect again........
I am The Unlucky Angel..........
I come to those who are in pain........
And eventually something bad happens to them.......
Something terrible.......
But it usually has a possitive and realising effect......
I'm sorry.......
This always happens to people I care for.......
And you are no different......
My mom.......
My grandmother......
My father.....
Past lovers......
All have realised something when I've been around them.........
I am cursed.......
Cursed to bring pain and suffering......
Then knowlege and understanding.........
I am The Unlucky Angel.......
XIII......
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 9:10 pm
Katie
Smiles on the walls,
crayons on the floor
toys scattered everywhere
looking from the door
some may glance at this
and see a huge mess
I see a child's playroom
one whom I wish to bless
with marker on her little hands
and cookie crumbs on her face
there she is asleep on her toys
dreaming of a timeless place
where she can play all day
and never have to sleep
when in truth I'm tucking her in
and I'll just have to keep
Playing with her and smiling
though she'll have hardly known
that all those years flew by like wind
and she is fully grown
For my little sister.
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 12:58 am
Silent Snow Fall
Flakes so gentle, soft, and white
No wind no sound no movement in sight
Silence echos and all is still, as soft white snow
falls on every, window, sill.
The frost-kissed panes of windows unlit
Are etched in the ice left by the Faries dances
No birds to be heard no laughter to sound
Not a breath not a heartbeat not a soul to be found.
From the endless white sky, high above
Millions of snowflakes, soft as a dove
Fall from the sky covering all things
Like tiny white feathers from angel's wings.
These houses are empty, no people are around
Such an desolate place this forlorn white town
From here what do I seem like to the maker of this place?
Just a tiny black dot on the Painter's portrait.
Written on a cold December morning while distracted by the snow.
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 4:00 pm
AshoftheMidnightRose Silent Snow Fall
Flakes so gentle, soft, and white
No wind no sound no movement in sight
Silence echos and all is still, as soft white snow
falls on every, window, sill.
The frost-kissed panes of windows unlit
Are etched in the ice left by the Faries dances
No birds to be heard no laughter to sound
Not a breath not a heartbeat not a soul to be found.
From the endless white sky, high above
Millions of snowflakes, soft as a dove
Fall from the sky covering all things
Like tiny white feathers from angel's wings.
These houses are empty, no people are around
Such an desolate place this forlorn white town
From here what do I seem like to the maker of this place?
Just a tiny black dot on the Painter's portrait.
Written on a cold December morning while distracted by the snow.The Unlucky Angel XIII (No.3). By Blue. Snow..........Winter..........Such is the mystery come to be told..........How can something so beautiful be so uncaring? Lifeless is the kitten frozen to the field as I search for her..........I wipe my eyes for fear of tears only to find that they have frozen to my cheeks........as I weep the icesicles form more and more.......And I can't stop.......She meant so much to me......she was my friend.....my lovely little dear........I loved her like no other.......and now she is stripped away from me.......frozen as the ice slowly covers my heart and her.........she remains there......trapped by my love for her.......Oh, how I miss her touch......Sadly the snow does not stop.......And she is stripped away from me without my knowing......I look at all the lonely people......All striving to find something like me.......The snow..................Oh the snow..............I shall never find her now.............Of course that was the plan all along wasn't it? Oh how you fool with me................How you strive to make me suffer............How the suffering teaches me and them...............But she has learned nothing..............for she has left me.............once and for all.............To go back where she came from..........
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