A Dream I Dreamt

A short poem from the top of my head is all I have for you all today. Somehow it ended up with a sort of rhyming scheme, which rarely ever happens with me. So... enjoy.



I dream of a moment when we can be
                                                 just you and me
You've stolen my heart in the best possible way.
I simply wish, that you could stay.

~Anora Anakaya~

Lately life has been hectic for me, so I have not been as helpful to the blog as I wish I could be. Moving across the country will keep you busy, and subtract from writing time.

I don't currently have a story to post, so I am just posting what is on my mind.

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Currently, the best words I can think of to describe me are content and grateful. Today was the kind of day that if it were put on repeat for the rest of your life, that would be great and it would mean you'd be happy forever. The day started off a bit shaky, with a cold shower. Usually I am the type to believe that bad luck is a bad sign for the rest of the day. I believed I was in for a doosey of a day. Turns out that I was wrong, and I don't think I have ever been so happy to admit that.

The day started out with a breakfast of cake. Not really healthy, but I figure that a girl's got to indulge sometimes. It moved on to picking out positive quotes that I think would cause a person to smile, and to make their day a little better. They were written on post-it notes, and placed where others could find them. Part of Operation Beautiful. www.operationbeautiful.com It is a wonderful movement. I think that anyone reading this should check it out, and join in.

Then I went to church with my mom, and she bought me hot chocolate. I ran into a couple that I babysit for at the church, and I was delighted to see them. I love when I have people I know at the same place as me, and it is even better when it is accidental and unexpected. I got to greet several people before the sermon began, and i learned that the three kids sitting near me all have macaroni as a favorite pasta. The sermon was inspiring, and afterward I got to visit with an adorable little girl.

Due to how long and drawn out this feels to me, I am going to try to quickly sum up the rest of the day. I went home and vegged, and planned a dinner with my family and the couple I babysit for. Then after the dinner I went and swam with a new friend. This was my favorite part of the day. I had a great time, we relaxed, talked, and snacked. It was refreshing to get out of the house and spend time with someone other than my family members. Then the friend had a flute that she didn't use anymore, and she gave it to me. This was probably the greatest moment of the day. I was caught completely by surprise, but I was very happy because I have missed playing music.

That is not to say that there is anything wrong with my family. They are amazing people and I love them dearly, but I have spent time with them for a little over two months straight. I am definitely ready to have friends to have out with.

I feel really blessed for the way that things have turned out for me. Great people have come into my life, and I feel very good about the way things are headed.

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I would love to hear about the things that Life in Fiction's readers are grateful for. I know that a lot of people are moving on to a new chapter in their lives, and i would be interested in hearing about how you are adapting to the changes. Are you excited, or nervous? Do you miss the old days, or are you glad that you're moving on to the future? I think it is very good for everyone to stop and take some time to reflect on the way that they are feeling, and the path that lead them to be the person that they are.

Until Next Time,
Terra

Lullaby for My Heart

I apologize for being incapable of posting a writing of my own. However, Alex has so kindly lent me poetry of his own that he has allowed me to share. Of what he sent me, this is one of my favorites, maybe even my absolute favorite. So here it is. The "Lullaby for My Heart"


Lullaby for My Heart

Turn, spin, dance to the rhythm produced by my tired heart.
Feel the warmth of a thousand thoughts of you as my twisted mind withdraws for another winter alone.
Nothing could be more true than these feelings, yet I care enough to hide them somewhere only I can see.
Take a step forward; know I'll be there walking beside you.
Fall backwards; know I'll be sure to catch you.
All I ask is for you to see these lips that are so close to yours and whisper "forevermore" before this rhythm we waltz to becomes not but our paramour.

~Anora Anakaya~

Well I guess we're on our way

All my life, and even all of this summer, all I could think about was "YES! my last year of high school! After this I'm done! Off to college." Looking back at my high school years as i begin my senior year... I don't necessarily like everything that happened... I mean I had all kinds of heart break, I had all kinds of betrayals, friend changes... Then I realized, "what makes me special?" cause I'm no different than other kids! I had the same problems most teenagers have. I just feel foolish because of all of the stupid stuff I did, and the way I acted.

But I also look back and smile, because I'm such a different person than I was freshman year. I was ready to follow other people wherever they would lead me. Now I'm ready to do whatever it takes so do what God wants me to do, No matter what people say or think about me.

I spent the last evening working on my novel, and some video planning stuff... For some reason I looked in my bottom dresser drawer, and I found some stuff one of my ex girlfriends had given me... I remembered that I had hidden it there because looking at it brought me so much pain. But as i looked at it, I felt nothing but some warm feelings and i actually cracked a smile. It shocked me that I no longer had remorse from a failed relationship, realizing that while it hurt at the time, God had something so much bigger in store for me.

Looking back at all the "Betrayals" that had happened to me during these years, i realize how silly they all were, and how easy it has been to love these people even though they had hurt me. And I still love them all and try to talk to them when I can even when they don't want anything to do with me.

All of this was laid on my heart so i sat down and wrote a whole poem about it, basically about my high school years... From describing first kisses and how it felt, to betrayals, to finding true love.

So here it is, I'm writing my heart on this very blog for you to read. Think of my years what you will, The poem is not amazing, but its from my heart. I love each and every one of you, and I want you to read this poem and get to know me from my high school story, in poem form...

- Joseph W.

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I sit here, thinking about all the things
the things I used to do, the places I wanted to see
And I wonder, Did i do them, did I see them?
Was it worth it, was it everything I'd hoped it'd be?

Cause I'm on my way...

Hide and seek in the back yard
breaking bottles into glass shards
Summer nights so innocent and free
playing barefoot ball, running in fear from some honeybees

Oh, but I'm on my way... On my way...


I lay here, looking up at the night sky
Counting stars, and watching planes fly by
The memories on this hill side
first kisses, and the blushes we tried to hide.


But now I'm on my way... I'm on my way

Spring brings puppy love with light April showers
hand holding while picking lovely may flowers
Summer concerts and bro-ships
followed by betrayals and jobs with low tips

But now I'm on my way... I'm on my way...

Autumn festivals and theater, writing songs about me and her
Cold winter nights by the fire place, see her with her friends, you feel out of place
heartbreaks that seem to last forever, relief comes with friends, soon you'll feel better

But its behind me now... Cause I'm on my way, I'm on my way...

Not until now, did I realize, life was moving so fast
remembering summer nights we'll never get back
all the mischief we played, and our curfews, we always lost track...

All the summer loves you have, that come and go
you look back and smile at your own insecurity
realizing the heartbreaks came because of your own immaturity
Realizing now, that the love you were looking for was not all butterflies and giddy feelings
but a love that was so pure it made no typical dealings

It struck you like a blade because you were too young to know
but right there all along, had been a friend that you should've chose.
They were perfect all along, your best friend, without butterflies and the trumpets and pointless throng.
You realize its too perfect not to last, its different from all the "loves" in your past

And now we're on our way... We're on our way...

Heres to, the new memories we will make,
together, the life we can create
while our years have been beautiful things
the new ones can fulfill our wildest dreams

We'll always smile, as we're on our way, glancing back after every mile...

A Short Verse.

Today I've only posted a short poem. It is a first draft so perhaps I will expand it later on. However I do feel that this says everything I need it to for now.



You spoke the words I longed to hear
now actions should speak for my heart.
My head cannot find the words to tell you
how dear you are to me.

~Anora Anakaya~

Dream Chronicles Story 5: Infinite Crisis Part 1

Ciaossu!

Okay guys it took WAY longer then I thought to get a second one posted, but here is the next installment of my Dream Chronicles! Now for those of you lucky enough not to know, I have this habit of dreaming up these insane dreams if I go to sleep hungry. So I started to purposely go to sleep hungry in order to come up with these dreams. Afterwards, using as much as I can remember about the dreams as I can, I write a story based on them. The sweet spot is every character is portrayed by someone I know. XD

Today's story is actually made up of three different dreams, each having enough similaries to be connected to one another. As such I split the dream into three parts in order to keep you in suspense. ;) In these dreams we are all superheroes or villains from the DC Comics universe. (AKA Batman, Superman, etc.) Everyone with the except of Heather Baker will be either a superhero, super/villain or henchmen/women. For some of you, I couldn't tell who the hell you were supposed to be, so I just gave you a name. XP If I tagged you, and but you don't know who you are, I will post a cast list after the story so you can figure it out. Well enjoy this installment!!!!!

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GET YO BALLS UP! GET YO BALLS UP!
The sound of my sidekick 4G awake me from my slumber. I was in a round bed parallel to the large clear window looking out over New York City. I grabbed the phone off the table and read the message.

Breakfast is ready. Get down here before Najee eats it all.
I released a large, grumpy yawn and jumped out of bed. I walked out my room and slid down a long glass rail into a long corridor filled with golden statues. Each statue was of a different superhero that was currently deceased. I strolled down the hall slowly, stopping at a statue of Dove. His name was Cody Myers. I lowered my head, still in shock over his death that happened nearly two years ago.

“Whatcha doing in here loser?” said a female voice.
“Just paying my respects Argent.” I replied.
“Well dumb-ass Najee has eaten all the food. So we are going
to have to go out for breakfast. He’s a damn android why does he need to eat?”
“Geez Dynisha, shouldn’t you start calling him Cyborg? Or do
you want to have another instance where you reveal to the world someone’s
secret identity? Also known as Kid Flash…”
“Hey Josh doesn’t do a good job of hiding it! All he does is
take off his jacket! And Najee is a giant robot!! It’s hard to hide!”

I sighed, but before I could give a respond a siren went off. Argent and I ran to the conference room, where a group of superheroes were sitting around a table. Cyborg and Kid Flash were still stuffing there faces when we got in. Our leader Red Robin gave them a glare, and they pushed the plate towards Carly.

“Don’t eat that Wonder Girl,” said Tony, a.k.a. Bushido, “It’d take a steel stomach to survive Hawk’s cooking.”

Caitlin gave Tony a death stare, but I transformed into a small black kitten and jumped into her lap to distract her.

“Bout time you got here.” Red Robin said angrily.
“What, you mad Bro?” Wonder Girl replied sarcastically.
“What’s the problem?” I said while Caitlin stroked my fur.
“I just got message from Batmeg, who tells me that the Injustice League is attacking and that the Justice League is too busy to deal with all of them.”
“Of course they are. I bet we get the nastiest guys as wel... So who are we handling?” Argent asked impatiently.
“We are to deal with Gorilla Grodd, Poison Ivy, and Mr. Freeze…” started Red Robin, “We will be splitting into teams to carry out the missions. Argent and Kid Flash will take on Gorilla Grodd. Wonder Girl and Bushido will go after
Mr. Freeze. Lastly, Hawk and Cyborg will go after Poison Ivy.”
“What about me?” I asked.
“Beast Boy, you will go with me to help Batmeg take on Deathstroke and the Joker.”
“Very well.” I said transforming into a bat.

“Alright then! TITANS GO!!!!!!” We all jumped to action, with me transforming into a pterodactyl and Red Robin jumping onto my back. We flew off towards Gotham City, landing where the Batmeg signal was shining.
Already there was The Flying Squirrel, Superman, Static, and Blue Beetle.

“Good of you to show up.” Said Superman.
“Good to be here Davis.” I replied to him harshly.
“Now don’t fight boys. TJ did you find Joker?” Squirrel said to Blue Beetle.
“Not yet Leah.”
"Where’s my sensei?” Chrisser said.
“Right here.” Came an ominous voice.

We all turned to find Batmeg standing right behind us. It shocked me that even with my heighten senses I couldn’t sense her come up behind me. We sat down, with each of us searching for any leads on our supervillains. Almost simultaneously, I picked up the scent of Joker gas, and Blue Beetle picked up a reading on Deathstroke.

“Me, Red Robin, and Superman will go after the Joker. Beast Boy, can you handle lead the others against Deathstroke?” asked Batmeg.
“Of course. He’s the reason Terra’s dead… Okay team we’re off! TJ, you say here and be our line of communication.”
“On it boss!”

At that, The Flying Squirrel, Static and I flew over to Arkam Asylum. I motioned for Cameron to open the electric gate, and I then turned into a squirrel and snuck into the building. I ran through the air ducts of the asylum until I came to the room where Deathstroke was. With him were Harley Quinn, Professor Zoom and General Zod.

"I see… and the Teen Titans?” Deathstroke asked.
“Gorilla Grodd and Poison Ivy were defeated, however Mr. Freeze was able to defeat his group and destroy his pillar.” Replied Harley Quinn.

Pillar…? I thought, while relaying all I heard back to Leah. I step a little closer to catch a look at the surroundings. How the ducts give a slight sound that would be undetectable to the human ear, but for General Zod and me it was as clear as water. The General looked in my direction, using his x-ray vision to spot me. I attempted to run away, but Professor Zoom quickly grabbed me before I even realized I had moved. I squirmed in his hands, trying to seem like an ordinary
squirrel.

“It’s just a squirrel Bryan.” Harley said impatiently.

“I see that Griseida. Thing is how do we know it’s not Beast Boy in disguise? Better yet, The Flying Squirrel could be reading his mind as we speak! Jared, kill it!” Zod directed to Zoom, and Deathstroke nodded towards Zoom to continue. Zoom began to vibrate his hand, but as fast as lightning, Static sent a powerful blast of electricity into both Professor Zoom and General Zod, and Leah sent a league of squirrels on Harley Quinn. I transformed into a Bengal
tiger and stared down Deathstroke.

“It’s just you and me now Slade.” I said under my breath.
“Then this won’t take-”

I tackled Deathstroke through the window before he could finish his sentence into the lake behind the Asylum. I switched between a great blue shark and swordfish, attacking him from all angles.

“What’s the matter Slade? Too much for…” I started when the water around Deathstroke began to boil. “… You?”

I switched to a pompeii worm, before Slade evaporated the whole lake. I switched to my human form and landed on face in the now empty hole in the earth. At the center stood Deathstroke, body covered in flames. I slowly rose to my feet, steadily shifting into Chinese Dragon. Deathstroke clutched his fists covered in deep scarlet flames, and looked at me with a melancholy look.

“No more gun for hire... from you on, I decide who dies."
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~APLIW~

Captain America?

Last night I went to see Captain America. It was, unfortunately, in 3D. (Is anyone else annoyed with the amount of 3D movies of late?) While the 3D tech has improved since Spy Kids 3D, it is still bothersome to watch movies through glasses (that's why I got contacts!!!!!!!!!!). But I must say the movie was awesome. I'll spare any specifics in case some of you haven't seen it. 

The only thing about this movie I didn't like, is how many question I had at the end. But I may just over analyze things a bit. What are your opinions of the movie?

Exhaustion

So I've had a soccer camp all week and its not over yet. With 104 degree weather (and then being on turf) I have decided to post a continuation of my story but I think I'm just going to make it into a Google doc and you all can read it that way as I update it. Be sure to put on comments and and suggestions. You never know what I may take into account!



Here's the link!! Please enjoy!

The Trio 

Every time I update the story (that is major updates like more pages or plot changes) I will post the link here and let you all know about it! Don't be afraid to dive head first into the writing please!

Dream Chronicles Part 2

When I came to, I was smack in the middle of junction of roads heading into Atlanta, with Bradley, Aulene, Najee and Sylvia all with me. My head was pounding, and I could feel a demon in my body growing restless, and I knew it would only be a little while longer before I lost control. I looked at to the top of a road that stretched above our own, only to find Jared, Tiny, and Grant standing at the railing.

“How ya feeling Capt’n?” said Jared directed at me.

“Great slut muffin. How’s being crazy?” I replied.

“Fantastic! I don’t get headaches anymore either. Oh is your head hurting? If only you had some of these…” Jared then pulled out a bag of sour gummi worms, effectively taunting me. “Don’t worry though; we’ll give you a prize of our own.”

Grant then took someone by the collar of their shirt and threw them down to our level. Acting quickly, I caught them midair with my powers and lowered them down slowly. When they got there, I saw that it was Kellie.

“Everyone else is safe…” she said, but she then spontaneously combusted, just in time for everyone else to wake up and see.

“NOOOOO!!!!” I screamed in horror. I could hear laughter on the upper road, where I saw that a camera was watching us. Shit… we’re in a game! I turned to warn the others, only to find that Najee floating in midair. “SHIT! Najee empty your mind quick! Don’t think about-”

I was too late; Najee flipped a full 180 degrees, and then Najee’s head exploded, and now Sylvia and Aulene cried in terror.

“We need to get it together!” Bradley said with astounding authority, “Quinton, you need to get up there and attack them! They’re not in primal mode anymore but you should be at full strength and you’re powers are meant for crowds! I’ll protect these two! Sylvia! Transfer all the power you have to Quinton!” In that split second, I could sense someone trying to lift Aulene. I immediately blasted myself into the sky towards my ex-friends, quickly blasting Tiny with a wave. Aulene lowered to ground at this moment.

“That’s payback slut.” I said triumphantly, but soon felt myself being levitated in midair by someone. I forced my head to the left in time to see Jared trying to enter my head. I see how they do it… Sorry guys not today… I then emitted a psychic wave over the area, striking down both Jared and Grant. I flip through the air, when I see Tiny suddenly send a giant liquid substance to fall over me. An image enters my mind of me being hit by the liquid and melting down to an acid level straight to the bone.

I zipped back into real time, unable to move away from the deadly fluid. No! It can’t end like this!!! I thought, as I flipped through the air, trying to focus hard enough to survive. All of a sudden I found myself surrounded by clouds, with Aulene screaming next to me falling through the sky. Bradley and Sylvia were falling below us, soon leaving my sight in the clouds. I grabbed her hand and immediately focused hard on landing on safe ground and finding Sylvia and Bradley. When I opened my eyes, I found Aulene, Sylvia, Bradley and I lying in the middle of the lawn in front of the rebels tool shack, which I only knew because it foolishly said “Rebel’s Tool Shack” on the top.

“Teleportation huh?” said a fully awake Bradley. I ran over to help him; I could see the headaches were getting to him. Hell, they were getting to me; I only had about ten minutes before I lost it.

“Yeah, it’s something new. How bad is your headache?” I asked, trying to suppress mine.

“It’s like a migraine. I thought we weren’t supposed to have these anymore?”

“We get them every time we use our powers. It’s still possible for us to go insane even after obtaining birth right.” I pulled him over my shoulder, barely able to move myself. Then almost on cue, Zel, Bryan and Kailie came storming through the front door of the hideout.

“Are you guys alright?!” said Zel, acting like Najee when he could obviously tell we were not.

“What’s the damage?” Bryan asked more intelligently.

“Sylvia, Bradley, and I need gummis quick, Aulene is okay but they killed Najee and Kellie. I barely managed to teleport us out of there before they dropped acid on us…”

“TELEPORT!?!?!” Zel screamed, and Kailie give him a death look. I slowly began to lose consciousness, only to have Bryan catch me and drag me inside. “Zel, you grab the girls, they need gummis post-haste! Remember Kailie, you have to give Bradley-” but that was the last thing I heard. Suddenly, I found myself in dim room with the roof falling apart and a couple of people sitting around a body. I then realized that I was staring at myself. My eyes were slightly open, yet void of life. My eyes were very similar to Bradley’s, yet there was a Scorpio behind my eyes instead of a Gemini sign. I looked at the form I was using now, and saw I was like a red, glowing ghost that the others obviously couldn’t see.

“…Telekinesis, Clairvoyant, Air blast, and now Teleportation…” I heard Lyssa say.

“Has anyone ever had this many powers? Hell has anyone grown stronger after each battle like he has?” Stephanie said, shocking me that she was back from Canada.

“Thing is,” I heard Aulene say, “I don’t think he took Sylvia’s energy…” She was right. I didn’t have time, it was move and save her or let Aulene die.

“Regardless,” Bryan broke in, “Stephanie, status report!”

“Liberation of Canada is moving slower then expected. Just recently, Dynisha, Ra’nee, Carly and Griseida have all gone crazy. Captain T.J. and Lieutenant Josh have managed to eliminate the crazies but are left with only three psychics including themselves and Tina; however Shannon and Nic have gone to assist them. We have also received reports that Ginny was killed by Kaitlyn in the Mexico region.” My heart dropped. We’re losing on all fronts.

“What are we going to do Bryan?”  Lyssa asked hopelessly. Bryan sat there for a moment, thinking hard of the next course of action.

“I’m not sure; we can’t afford to give up psychics as it is. Zoë went crazy and turned into a monster, and while Gabbi has gained birth right control over her powers, she’s just a Libra, and Kellie is now dead.” I walked over to my body, and touched it on the head, when I suddenly was absorbed into my body.

“Permission to leave for Mexico?” I heard Gabbi asked as I awoke in my normal body.

“Permission granted.” I said shocking everyone I was awake. “Save the explanation, I heard everything. Lyssa, prepare flowers for the graves of the deceased. Bryan, I want you to get everyone battle ready. We’re taking this to Obama.” Everyone eyes nearly popped out of their head.

“Qui-Bon-Qui…” Aulene started, but I brushed her off. “Where are all the battle ready psychics?”

“Across the hall.” Replied Bryan, whom was given a death glare by both Aulene and Zel.

“Great.” I walked crossed the hall into the next room. There I found Sylvia, Sharon, Bradley and Ania all sitting on the floor. “So this is all that’s left?” I said in my head, knowing that they could all read minds.

“Boss, are you sure we can do this?” Ania said timidly.

“I have been gaining new powers lately…” I said, but the next thing I knew there were explosions going off in the next room. The fuck…?

I teleported us outside, where I found that the suits had found us and helicopters were shooting at us. Shit, how’d they find us…?

“Everyone! We’re headed towards Atlanta! Come on!” I directed everyone towards the streets to Obama’s tower. It was then I heard screaming, and when I looked back I found that Bradley, Kailie and Duhe were all still behind. I began to leap towards them to help, but a psychic wall came up blocking my path.

“Ania!”

“There’s nothing you can do for them now.” She said. I looked helplessly as I watched the helicopter gun Bradley down, and hearing Kailie scream out my name for help. I turned away in shame and ran after the others. I could see Chloe and the others flying into a mid-level window of a giant skyscraper. I teleported me and Ania into the same window, only to find my friends being attacked by guys dressed like Knights blocking their paths. I attempt to blast them with a psychic wave, but to no avail. They then drove a spear into Chloe’s stomach, and I immediately dashed forward and roundhouse kicked the Knight in the face. Bryan then joined in, sweeping the knight off his feet, barrel-rolling over him and then landing on his shoulders and back-dropping him into the ground. Unfortunately, this grace was short lived as he was stabbed from behind by one of the Knights.

“Fuck this.” I said, then took out a bag of sour gummi worms, ate a few, then sent out a massive wave that completely disintegrated all but my friends and accidentally Lyssa.

“Can you heal them?” I asked Sharon, who was working reviving Lyssa.

“I can save Chloe and Lyssa, but Bryan’s wounds are too much to handle.”

“Get on it then!”  I said knowing we were pressed for time. After reviving them, I could see that there was circus clowns coming towards us, and knew we were fucked if they caught us.

“RUN!!!”

We bolted at full speed up the stairs, with Aulene and Sharon leading. I heard a girl’s scream, followed by the sound of hacking and blood squirting everywhere. They must have caught Chris… I thought to myself, knowing I had no time left in order to go save him. I soon found myself jumping over a fence closing off the area to Obama’s room. Sharon and Aulene were running around a corner, but as I pasted a hall branching off from the hall I was in, I saw two knights running in my direction. I went around the corner to find Sharon and Aulene pinned to the wall by spears. I then engaged in a fight with the two knights responsible. I twisted the first’s arm clockwise then elbowed him hard in the ribcage, crippling him to the floor. I next grabbed the spear of the other soldier and chopped it in half.

While I was distracted however, the remaining guards had stuck up on me and nearly drove a spear into my stomach but Zel caught it just in time, and Stephanie teleported out of nowhere and kicked his head clean off. I then slammed the knight from before straight into the ground, crushing him with a psychic blast. We helped Sharon and Aulene down, only to find Sharon was the only one still breathing.

“A shame ain’t it?” a voice I knew all too well. I looked to find a darken figure sitting on a throne at the end of the room. The outlines said it was Obama himself. Behind him was Zoë trapped inside a giant jar, and she was undergoing mutation.

“You have heard of this no?” said the figure. “The end result of all those who can’t contain the insanity of birth right… they all become-” Just then, Zoë began to mutate once more, transforming into Michael Jackson. And not the awesome black version, the horrible, child-rapist white version. Stephanie, Zel and I looked in horror, barely believing our eyes. Stephanie teleported to attack him, but was stopped midair.

“Wait! Don’t do it Chuck!” Zel looked at me with a crazed look. Just then, the shadowy figure turned out to be Chuck Norris.

“How did you know it was me?” he said, with a keen smile on his face.

“I got my birth right genes directly from you, and you’re the only person on this planet who could possibly give me the power to roundhouse kick someone like I can. What I want to know is why you are killing off everyone in the world.” Chuck balled his hand into a fist, killing Stephanie under the pressure of his power.

“I come from a different realm. In my realm, you were the Ninja apprentice of Batman, a constant thorn in my side. We raged in many epic battles, and even with my world-shattering kicks, I could never quite manage to finish off Batman. Then the unspeakable happened: he slept with my daughter Venus! Then had a child to boot! So I took that child, the Nic of my realm, and trained him to one day kill his father. But then you stopped my plans… and killed Venus! So I had Batman and I’s genes placed into one body, to prove I was superior!” He let out a menacing laugh, and I then realized I was this product.

“Wait, what does that have to do with Venus?” I asked.“Oh Venus is right here.” He then proceeded to remove Aulene from the wall and transformed her into taller, Auburn-colored hair girl with white streaks wearing the same dark clothing Aulene likes to wear. He healed her wounds and revived her from the dead. I was still confused by what this meant, or even why she was here, but I left my guard down long enough for Chuck to deliver a quick jab to my face.

 “That’s it, I don’t care who I become! The biggest mistake you made was combining two of the most awesome heroes in all dimensions into someone more awesome!!!!” Just then, a red aura began to surround me, and flames began to materialize in my hands. I threw a giant fireball at Chuck, sending him through the wall. I then rushed over to Sharon, who was up and moving about. “I need you to find a way to reverse the effects of Chuck’s poison.”

 “Well, he’s not from this realm, so having something from this realm mix with something from another realm should do it.” Sharon then looked at me with horror, and I turned around to find Chuck standing behind me chewing on a fresh cow leg.

 “I’m CHUCK NORRIS BITCH!” Chuck then roundhouse kicked me thru a wall, causing the roof of the skyscraper to magically fly off. Next thing I knew I was floating in midair, flying under my own power. Chuck came rocketing at me full speed, But I side-stepped him, clamped my fists together, and swung them in his direction, hitting him with a powerful psychic blast. I looked around looking for a way to defy reality. I then saw Zel and Venus having a nice chat and laughing. “That’s it! Zel kis- Ugh!” I felt a psychic choking me, keeping my voice from reaching Zel. I then turned and choked Chuck, locking us in a stalemate. Just then Venus moved in closer, and I could hear Chuck attempting to stop her, but it was too late. Zel’s and Venus’s lips connected, and a bright blue light covered the area.

 When I awoke, I was on the moon, where Sharon, Zel, Lyssa, T.J., Sylvia, Josh, and I were sitting drinking a few Bud Lights, the last survivors of the whole world.

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~APLIW~

For an old flame

Lately, I haven't been feeling too well. My life seems hellish due to a girl who's made me feel like shot for too long. I've said goodbye too many times, but her voice still lingers in my mind. Once more, my post this week will be putting my life, with regards to her, into words.
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"Lullaby for the Flames"

One: Ignition

Burning embers amount to vicious flames.
Searing heat from the center of a bruised mind--
Confused with the tortuous reality of lost love--
Surrounds the essence of everything that's held true.
But the symphony of pain rises to a bold forte,
Spelled out with a lullaby for the darkened flames;
Brings me back to the broken peace of my welcomed tomb.

Comfort comes back to dangerous ears
As the melody's grave tempo climbs to a happy allegro.
Quickly, the inferno pierces heavens and hearts alike
To make way for a climax which rocks my heart.
Her voice blasts through the rising flames
Giving life to memories which should have died
With the beating of my heart when she stabbed it.

Two: Searing Truth

You're something else than the creature that I loved. When I kissed you goodbye, you breighed a different tone than you moaned on the second night we spent beneath the stars. Lips pressed together. Hearts interwined. By moonlight you had come to me from the darkness of the world. Now, by the light of the fire alight in my soul, I leave you to the darkness my heart once bore. Dragging your name through the dirt--I've no doubt you've been passing judgement upon mine--I see no other fate for this bridge than to burn it down.

Three: Heartfelt Arsen

Through it all you couldn't see the blood on your clothes from the wound in my throat. You'd slit it with the same knife you dragged quick and hard across your dirty wrists to make this world feel like something more appealing. Any plan at all would have been better than the craziness you had concocted.
Curious wonder fills my heart at the questioning of reasons why I followed so closely. Your insanity only meant to burn whoever got too close. Such a fact has been clear ever since love was removed from my sight. 

Four: Counting Ashes

I mean nothing more than a random thought to you, if I remember the shape of your lips so correctly. Never could such thoughts really be true. Or else all the words that cut so deep are meaningless past the hatred of one who is too bitter to admit her mistakes. That's it, isn't it? My love, my captor, you're nothing more than an unforgiving child caught in a treacherous warzone. Each arsenal coming towards you plays a different tone to the beat of your crocodile tears as they greet the blood-stained floor below. But poor you; the value you see in life is less than anything at all. Yes, let's all cry for the girl who counts herself too trapped by tanks to see the escape route beneath her feet. Meanwhile, of course no words were muttered and no pity was shed when you sacrificed my heart to the flames of your regret. When all comes to an end, I hope the bullets of another make your heart burst asunder. Maybe then, you'll remember what you've lost.

Five: Afterlife

Slowly the symphony falls amongst the remnants of dreams.
Silence pervades all that's managed to remain true.
Soon a calming sleep shall follow the glorious tune
To help me forget about the girl who lit my fire. 

Provehito in altum
~Alex

Harry Potter Premeire Tonight!

Konnichiwa!

At midnight tonight, the final movie of one of the greatest book series in history premeires. It's bittersweet to know that this will almost surely be the last major Harry Potter event, I thought to take time to reflect on this series. Many rip Harry Potter for being a book based on fantasy and magic, yet it has managed to capivate millions with a brillantly developed plot, incredible characters, and one of the most iconic villains of all time. But the most memorable thing about this book is how it's fans and readers connected with the book. How this book managed to come alive for it's readers. The only thing that this series truly may have done wrong was that it ended to soon. Whether we believe this book to be the best in history is a different story, but one would be unwise to deny that Harry Potter will go down as one of the most legendary series ever.

Now that I'm done ranting about Harry, I thought for today's post I would post one of my Dream Chronicle stories. For those who don't know who what these are, I periodically have crazy dreams where many of my friends happen to make an appearance. So I thought I would type these up for comic relief. Warning: These dreams tend not to make any sense. Rarely do they actually, which is part of the charm behind them. I hope you enjoy them regardless!

Dream Chronicles: 2011 Part 1

The streets quiet, only the bleak sound of fighter jets zipping across the sky. The roads toppled by seemingly random craters and cover in burning cars, blood, and ash. I peek around the corner, looking to see if any green suits were hanging around the Kroger’s off Auburn Road. I pass under the cover of the smoke from a burning car, stopping right before smoke’s ceased. I wait a second while my breath catches up with me. Only have about 30 seconds… I look then at the smoke covered sky, and next to the ash-covered parking lot. I reach for the revolver in my belt. Only got a few shots. Better make this count. I slowly began to alternate my breathing, my heartbeat increasing tenfold. Go.

I dash forward, sprinting at full speed across the parking lot, almost slipping on the ash scattered about. I had gone maybe ten feet when a bullet grazed the ground behind me. I didn’t have time to think where it came from, just that I had to make it into the front doors. Shots were continuing to miss me by a slim margin, and I wasn’t sure if it was dumb luck or the shooter was a terrible shot. I was only a foot away from the front doors when two green suits burst out the front door opening fire. I let off two shots, each connecting for a fatal hit, but the suits managed to connect two hits into my left leg. I dragged myself under into the front doors, and hid behind the shopping carts to lick my wounds. I look up to see a convex mirror hanging from a hole in the roof. I see myself in a rugged South Pole polo, torn denim jeans, black socks and low top shoes. I was also wearing black sunglasses, which I started to reach for but quickly slapped down my hand.



“What’s wrong with me?” I whispered to myself aloud. “There’s no need to go over board using-”



I stopped when I noticed that something was out of place. Why is a giant mirror sitting here of all place- SHIT! I just barely managed to pull myself up in time to dodge a grenade that bounced off the mirror, exploding and caving me inside the store. I hopped over to the food section, grabbing every can of food I could fit in my hands, ripping a backpack off a fallen rack behind me. As I stuffed food into the pack, I felt a bullet dig into my right arm, with three other gazing my neck, cheek, and heel.



“Fuck!” I yelled, pulling out my revolver only to have it shot away. “Hands up! NOW!” Said a green suit with a flashlight strapped to his pistol. I sighed, knowing that there was only one decision left. I slowly bring my hands up, subtly pushing my glasses up. I turn around to face my enemies, who immediately began to open fire, but to no avail. The bullets stopped in midair, and with a flick of my wrist were sent flying back at them, killing each suit with his bullets. My head began to hurt, so I quickly finished packing all the food into the bag and bolted to the front door, completely forgetting it was sealed off thanks to that grenade earlier. I ran around into the men’s room by the in-store Starbucks, where I found a hole in the wall that I could squeezed through. “He ran into the restrooms!” I could hear outside, as I hurried into the hole, my headache getting worse. Outside I found a motorcycle waiting for me to help me escape, but as I approached my mind went bonkers and an image of me touching an exploding motorcycle plagued my mind.



I pushed back, thrusting my hand into the sky to grab the sniper right above my head around the throat using my telekinesis powers. “Please, don’t do it…” He begged. I tightened my grip around his throat, crushing it then slamming him into the bike which subsequently exploded. Just then I sensed a suit sneak up on me, but knock him off his feet, relieved him of his weaponry and gave him a bullet to the face. Afterwards I heard the roar of Suzuki motorcycle coming around the corner, with my best friend Zel riding it.



“Hop on!” He cried, and I just barely managed to grab the tail end of the bike before the suits came roaring out the hole feverish firing at us.



Next thing I knew I was sitting in a dimly lit room, surrounded by my friends: Zel, Chris, Lyssa, Aulene, Kallie, Najee, Gwyn, Bryan, Marissa, Taylor, and Duhe a.k.a. Matt.



“I think he’s coming too…” said Najee.

“Well duh Najee his eyes are open!” said Gwyn.

“Chill out you guys,” I said while sitting up in the discolored pile of sheets I was lying on. “How is everyone doing?”

“Their fine Qui-Bon-Qui,” Aulene said angrily, pushing me down. “But you need to rest; you probably used up a lot of strength after using your powers when I explicably told you not to!”

“I was being shot at! Excuse me for not wanting to die!” I retorted.

“Calm down Quincy,” said Lyssa, attempting to mediate ensuing violence. “We don’t need your headaches acting up.” Aulene and I grunted.

“Did you check for illusions?” I asked bitterly.

“I don’t know, did we Taylor?” said Aulene. Almost immediately Taylor decked Duhe straight in the nose.

“Now we have.” She said, Duhe holding his nose well sighing in pain. I laughed a little inside. My alarm on my watch went off, signaling it was time to for a ‘session’. Zel frowned at me.



“I can take it from here dude. You need to rest.”

“What if one of them goes crazy on you? I’m the only one who can contain them then.” I said. I put on my Thunder Cats jacket when I see the sad looks on Marissa’s and Kallie’s faces. “…I’m sure they’re fine. Those two are tough ones.” I walked off; knowing that I was more scared then either of them. I strolled down a seemingly endless hallway, random thoughts bouncing around in my cranium.



They’re growing… these powers are definitely stronger. What If the guys are stronger too though? If even two of them were to go crazy at once I doubt I could beat them… I know for sure if Bradley and Jared went crazy I would be through.



I came upon a slightly cracked, and I walked in to a torn down room, except the about the size of a church corridor. There were rows of beds with teens laying in each. They all had the same crazy red eyes, however some were much calmer then the others. A few were simply sitting in bed reading a book like Kellie or Gabbi, while others were sitting Indian style floating in the air like Bradley and Tiny. “Tiny, Bradley, how you guys feeling?” I said to them, hopeful they had finally mastered their powers. Bradley looked at me with bright red eyes, which had the symbol of the Gemini behind the iris. Joy filled my heart, and I laughed a slight giggle, but immediately realized my mistake. Tiny looked at me, his eyes filled with angered and teeth sharpened. Just before I could react I felt a psychic blast strike me hard in the chest, sending me flying into Grant’s bed. “D…Damn…” I spoke through shaking words, my breath failing to catch up. I then felt a psychic wave push me up into the air, keeping me locked in place and suspended in midair. Shit… If I only I had saved some of my energy… I saw that it was indeed Grant suspending me into the air, not Tiny. I was for sure Tiny was going to finish me off when I saw he being pinned to the ground by Bradley, who was using some kind of gravitational press to unable him to move. Instantaneously, a body comes flying down the hall slamming into Grant and knocking Zoë out of her bed. I fell, almost landing on top of Kellie, but she was smart enough to move out the way. She rushed to my side, making sure I wasn’t hurt.



“He’s fine.” Came a voice from behind. “Go get the others in check.”

“What if I go crazy?” Kellie asked worriedly.

“Your powers aren’t very strong, so even if you did one of the other sane kids would be able to handle you.” The voice spoke out again, revealing to be Sylvia. “Quinton, we got a serious problem. Jared has gone crazy; he’s already killed Tiffany, Amy, and Caroline.” My worse nightmare was coming true; Jared was one of the most powerful psychics in the room. Way more powerful then Sylvia or I were, but we had some hope as well.



“I have some good news then. Bradley beat it. He’s in control!” Sylvia looked at me with her dark-red eyes full of shock and relief at the same time. “Great! Us three versus these two…”

“Actually Tiny went crazy too…” I said, my head starting to hurt, “Not to mention that I still haven’t regained all of my strength yet.” Sylvia’s smile went away.

“I see… Well even weakened you should still be on Tiny’s level, I might be able to handle Grant, and Jared isn’t as strong as Brad, so we might be able to pull this off, especially since they are still in the primal stage of insanity.” I was gone before we even had formulated a plan. I raced to Bradley, who had Tiny locked down. “Bradley, I need you to take on Jared...”

“Jared went crazy too? Aw jeez… can you handle Tiny?” He asked, but before I could react Jared had blasted Bradley through a wall, and Tiny hit me with a psychic blast to the face. Before I fell unconscious, I could hear the voice of a demonic creature that sounded similar to Jared. “Don’t kill them you fool! We must settle this the old-fashion way, at the Gamesssss… Hahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!”
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This was part one, I will post part 2 on my next post! Deuces!

~APLIW~

Silent Drops of Rain

The tears I cry
fall silently.
No one hears
nor sees them.
My own face
hides itself
from the wet drops
in shame.
How I wish
to not cry
with these silent
drops of rain.

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I thought I'd give you all a reprieve from the story for a day. I hope the poem kept you entertained. 

~Anora Anakaya~

These waters, they darken with each thought.

Lately, my writing has gone away from poems and stories. Rather, all that my pen dictates are the words that my mind attempts to project upon the paper in front of me. Simply, there's no intended meter or flow; solely the sum of my thoughts construct my writing.

Sin Titulo

Heart’s temptations have left me far from the shores of my dreams. The waves come in, crashing upon the rocks of each of life’s many perceptions, but the cool waters of a good night’s sleep evade me. Here and there, forever and after, standing before the sunset, these weary feet wait below the mind that doesn’t dare beckon them forward. Where could they go? “Where are they wanted?” is a better question still. And the salty breeze from the sea of disbelief shall always whisper the same tune, that melodious harmony that treats wounded ears to a feast of horrific feats.

The waves, they crumble and erode the sandy shores of every dream that’s ever passed before my dreary eyes. Yet, still, years later, I’ve seen no end. (There’s no end in sight.) Meanwhile, every next instance proves how sightless I’ve been; for still I see the rocks beneath my feet, piercing my flesh, without any yearning to remove my body from such torture. Oh, how good such redness feels as it comes across my bare flesh! “Wonder no more,” each drop whispers, “for this feeling is the only right thing you’ll ever feel.” Nevermore shall my heart find any need to disagree. 

Provehito in altum

~Alex

The Trio, cont'd

The story continues! If you have forgotten what happened last time here's the link to read up on! The amazing trio, which isn't quite amazing yet, has asked that you stay tuned! 

            The rogue and healer followed behind the warrior. Progress was slow. The rogue eventually regained his strength and was able to walk on his own. He fell behind Sarah, who stayed in the middle of the line. Sarah was a rare prize they couldn’t let die.  She was a healer, one of the best, one that could bring back the dead.  She carried a staff in one hand and a focus in the other, each imbued power into her that helped guide her powers.

            The rogue, whose name was Nirav, carried a bow in one hand and had a quiver slung across his back. Knives were hidden in the folds of his clothes, different sized daggers lined his waist,  a pistol, crudely made, hung on his hip and tools for lock-picking were hidden in pouches on his belt.

            The warrior’s armor was light, but offered great protection. His sword was sheathed and his pack carried the most. His face was stern and scarred.  His rough hands had seen many years of work and battle. His eyes were a distant blue filled with sorrow and hardship. His bow was slung across his back and did not match the quality of Nirav’s, but his pistol was far better made.

            The terrain was rugged. Few trees inhabited these war-ravaged lands. The trees that did were nearly dead from fires and drought. The location of these particular lands made them ideal for battles. Though each kingdom claimed some part of them, few of them truly enforced its law in it. Rebellious citizens often gathered within it but more importantly its connection to each kingdom allowed direct transportation of troops in war.

            The rain stopped and wind kicked up the dusty soil. Echoes coursed through the endless plain. The wind whistled through the dying branches and a small animal scurried of to the travelers’ right.

            “John,” Sarah’s voice called wearily, “We have to stop.”

            “Fine, we’ll stop at that tree.” John, the warrior, nodded his head toward the tree.

            “How long have we been traveling? It seems like days,” commented the rogue as he rubbed his neck.

            “It has been a day since the city. It’ll take five more if we continue at this rate and if we follow the path. But, if we cut through the Highlands, we’ll reach the Marshes in three.”

            “I don’t care if we flank them anymore. If we don’t get there soon they’ll re-organize,” said John. “What’s the quickest route?” John took his pack off and leaned it against the tree. He knelt to the ground on one knee.

            “Through the Highlands, still,” replied Sarah, who was the only one still standing, “Nirav will have to call his hawk in to scout out ahead though. The Highlands are filled with more than grass and birds.”

            “What do mean?” asked Nirav as he cocked his head to one side looking up at Sarah.

            “Well there are orcs, goblins, elves, and not the nice ones. There are even Jenglots.”

            “Jenglots? What are those?” asked Nirav nervously, “I never heard of them at the Academy.”

            “They are short beings, about the size of a six-year old human child. They are vampiric creatures. They’re strong, but not too intelligent. They live in groups and they really don’t like people,” replied John coldly.

            “How do we kill them?” asked Nirav.

            “We don’t,” replied Sarah, “They are nocturnal. If we go through during the day, we’ll be safe.”

            “I’ll keep watch tonight, you two sleep,” John walked away from the tree. He set up dried wood and twigs. As he pulled out his flint and steel, he called to the others, “Eat something before the night is out. The dried venison won’t last much longer and the biscuits are starting to go stale.”

            “Alright,” replied Sarah as she set up her bedding, which was truly just two blankets laid across the ground.

            “I’ll eat, too,” Nirav said. He was also setting up his bed.

            “I think I’ve got some coffee from the Southern Isles in my pack. Might help you stay up, John,” Sarah said tenderly.

            “Save it. We might need it later. It is not so cold this night, but winter is coming on.” John’s eyes were sullen and they drooped. He looked as if he hadn’t slept in months, even though his last good rest was only a few days past.

            John was putting some water over the fire to warm, while Sarah and Nirav made their way over to the smoldering flames. John unwrapped the dried meat and handed and equal share to Sarah and Nirav. Sarah sat on her knees, Nirav was cross-legged, and John remained squatted by the fire.

            Night had fallen upon the land. Light scarcely dotted the sky, only a few stars twinkled between the clouds. One large red planet dimly lit the dark with a red glow. The wind died down and the echoes ceased. The leafless branches of the petrified trees reached to the skies in feigned reverence for the stars as they were strewn across the dusty landscape. A road, only noticeable by the tracks left by the feet of many travelers, wound its way through the land. This land was another planet when compared to the lands surrounding it. Its name was so easily guessed and so widely known. Its name is Deadwood. 

Discussion: Movie of Year? (Halfway Mark)

Hola!

How was the Fourth of July to all those who celebrate? Mine was a quiet day of relaxing, grilling hamburgers, and capping it all off with a movie and fireworks. :) I saw Transformers Dark of the Moon in 3D. Not only was it the best out of all three transformers movies, it I felt it might win movie of the year.

Dark of the Moon was just about everything you could ever want in a movie: good plot, awesome characters who bring the picture to life, plenty of good laughs, and a sense of suspense throughout the whole movie. I was always on my toes, wondering "how they would get out of this spot?" or "They are totally screwed!". In respect to those who haven't seen it, I will withhold revealing my favorite scenes, but I must say every scene with Ken Jeong (Both Hangover Movies) in it had me falling out of my seat. Shia LaBeouf also hands out another stunning performance, showing extreme growth from the Sam we knew in movie one. Look for him to nominated for many awards. The only problem I had with this movie was Sam's new girl Carly. While I feel she still needed some work, Rosie Huntington-Whiteley gave decent performance, but didn't quite compare to Megan Fox in the past two movies. She played little if not no impact to the main storyline, it felt as if the Bay and Steven were afraid to have her actually carry a role. Despite this saddening turn of events, the fantastic action, great plot, and hilarious comedy all perfectly tied together in one box.

But what is your opinion? Do you agreed that Transformers Dark of the Moon was the best movie so far in 2011? Or was it one of the other blockbuster movies like Hangover Part II, X-Men: First Class, or Green Lantern? Comment on this post give your opinions!

~APLIW~

Two poems from Alex

Here are two untitleds from Alex's notebook:

One heart,
one mind,
is all I'll ever need.
An actor
though I am,
I will never be
nothing but me.
Set out against fate,
my mentality shall never rest.
There is no sleep
for someone
who can't accept death.

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Dream of my success.
Make my digressions
    something more.
Help me find worth for all
    that lay beyond life's door.

A New Beginning Chapter 4!

Hey guys, good to be back... I was in Disney world on vacation, and have been extremely busy shooting and independent film as well as working with my band.
But alas, here we are, another chapter in my sci fi novel...

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Chapter 4
A Nuclear Blast

The ship had been in space for 2 days, the passengers never grew bored of the view outside. It was a sight like no one had ever seen. The stars were bigger, and more beautiful, the blue ball known, as “Earth” was now just a glowing shadow of blue.

William Jamison sat in the lounge area in the middle of the third level of the ship.
He was pondering how the ship could make it to Mars in such a short amount of time, for Dr. Jennings had never explained it.

He looked out the window behind the ship, and noticed that a hatch from the restricted lower level was opening. And something was being dropped out the back.
Then suddenly a voice came over the loud speaker throughout the ship, “Attention all passengers of Exodus1, Please find a seat and strap in, it is 30 minutes till we jump.
I repeat, 30 minutes till we jump.”

William couldn’t comprehend what they meant by “Jump,” But he took a seat right by the window watching the floating object behind them. It was long and made of metal, almost like… a missile. It struck William immediately, It was a Missile, It looked just like a Nuclear Warhead. He had seen them many times working as a police officer in Indianapolis. Ever since the attack on Columbus, Ohio, every capital city boosted its security, and was equipped with anti-nuclear turrets.

He became immediately concerned about this, as time kept moving.
Until over the loud speaker the captain’s voice came again, “Prepare for immediate impact.” Suddenly William looked out the window, and saw the Nuclear Warhead slowly expanding, and gaining speed, as the blast began pushing the ship forward at a faster rate, the ship more than quadrupled in speed. He saw what should have been a mushroom cloud forming, but it was more just radiation filled smoke. William did not like this. It was not what he had signed up for.

A few moments later he stood up, and ran to Dr. Jennings who was walking nearby towards her quarters. “What the hell was that Jennings?” he exclaimed.
Jennings turned to him and stated “Please speak to me in a more respectful tone Mr. Jamison, Or you will find yourself on a long journey back home, through nuclear radiation, in a lonely escape pod. Now what you saw, Mr. Jamison, was a nuclear warhead, which we blew up, so we could get to Mars in a much shorter amount of time, so we don’t starve inside this ship or run out of oxygen.”

“I didn’t sign up for this!” snapped William. “I didn’t want to be part of a nuclear program! You endangered the entire ship by doing that! Your lucky there wasn’t any damage done to this ship from it!”

“Well Mr. Jamison, we already knew the consequences, and they weren’t severe, all we did was lose contact with earth, for 2 weeks. I think we can handle that, once we get to our colony on the new planet, we will re-open contact. So calm down, go to your quarters, and sleep. Goodnight Mr. Jamison”

Dr. Jennings promptly walked forward without another glance at the angry man. She entered her quarters. William was left alone, and feeling uncomfortable.

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Once again, I'd love to hear your thoughts and predictions.

Love
Joseph W.

The Amazing Trio

So I decided, as my apology gift to all of our wonderful readers, to post my most advanced, and most well liked, story. This is the only story of mine that I think may actually become a full fledged book at some point in my life. Anyway, it is a fantasy storyline so if you aren't into the whole Eragon-Harry Potter-Narnia typed stuff, well this probably isn't for you. 

The Warrior, The Rogue, and The Healer

The thunder clouds overhead loomed over him. Thunder boomed some distance away. Lightning lit up the sky. He stood, sword gleaming in his hand, above the wrecked city. His pistol was at his side and a bow and quiver was slung across his back. His red aura slowly entered, left, and re-entered his body, a sporadic display of color.

            The healer leaned over a third figure as the warrior looked upon the city. The healer’s blue aura exited her body and was funneled through her hand into the comrade’s dying body. Life slowly returned to him.

            “How is he?” asked the warrior in harsh voice, without turning around.

            “The rogue? He’ll live,” replied the more tender voice of the healer.

            “Then we leave.” The warrior left his previous post and walked across the rocky surface, his boots clomping in the rain and blood.

            The rogue started to rise, his black aura shimmering slightly, like a faint and dying candle on a windy night. “Here let me help you up.” The healer bent down and put the rouge’s arm over her shoulder. The rogue was only semi-conscious of what was happening.

            “Where are we headed?” asked the rogue in a faint voice.

            “After the survivors,” replied the warrior.

            “Why? We already scattered their forces. They won’t last long among the marshes.”

            The warrior stopped walking. He turned around, “In case you don’t remember, they killed the king, my wife, your children and Sarah’s coven. They may die soon but I’d rather kill them myself and know when and how they died.”

            The rogue went quiet. He limped along, leaning on the healer for support.

            “Sarah.”

            “Yes?” replied the healer.

            “Do you have a map of the marshes?”

            “Yea, here,” Sarah dug into her pack and withdrew a scroll, “It’s old, fifty years past practical use.”

            “It’ll work.” The warrior took the map and opened it. After a few moments he rolled it up and handed it back to Sarah. “North,” was all he needed to say.

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Oh and here is a little factoid for those who like trivia. The story started as a way to keep me from being bored after and exam my freshman year of high school. The first five to six paragraphs was actually written during that time frame. Everything else, and believe me there is a whole lot more come (hint, hint), was crafted at a later date.

~Anora Anakaya~

You Miss Us?

Salute!

The L.I.F. crew is back and here to let you know we are still alive! Sorry to take such a long break, but the blog went underground in order to calm the chaos that we were dealing with in each of our lives. Nevertheless, the blog is back and we have a few treats for you! Joseph has more chapters to his fantastic story, A New Beginning, as we continue through Bruce's journey, while Anora has her always marvelous writing to keep your tastes appeased.

As for me, I will be slowly building up a new project on the site that I have been very secretive about; Not even my fellow bloggers know about this project. All I will tell you about it right now is that it's codenamed "Jokes". No this isn't a really late April Fool's joke, but don't worry I will be posting information and doing a little Q&A soon on the details, along with a new challenge and discussion that will have a lot to do with it. Speaking of jokes though, I thought it would be downright rude to leave without giving you a taste of the future, so here is a poem that Ms. Anora inspired me to write. Enjoy! :)

Put his life into words didn't he?

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What A Joke

We call society’s outcasts freaks,

Labeling them for having a personality.

These people with nothing but pure desire,

Insanity brought about by humanity’s cruel fire.

Pocket knifes stealing the lives of a mother’s child,

Gang violence poisoning the mind into ignorant denial.

Yet worship is given to the monsters of this world,

Sitting fat onto a greed infested order.

Shooting, Killing,

Ruining the lives of the hard workers.

Creating these madmen that rape a father’s daughter.

Molding the psychopath that stabs a lady’s poor grandfather.

No one thinks of the ones who lose their world,

Until they are person screaming unjust.

Not realizing that this all steams

From a man who had one bad day.

Not realizing we are no different then him,

And he was only ahead of the curve.

So in that asylum,

We toss the loon, the freak inside.

Calling for his head,

Wishing he was dead,

The monster we gave birth to.

It’s too much ask,

To save a freak,

Because most the time we’re too late.

Yet every now and then comes freak,

Who can be save, but dies cause no one

Stands up and becames a little brave.

No, homo sapiens are content,

With excluding their own,

In a species that hates individuals,

Anyone too different from the world.

You call that girl,

The one who loves a little too dear,

A freak and crazy right beside her.

You name that Boy,

That loving boy,

A creeper and weirdo then egg them.

Then when hanging from rope,

You crack a few jokes,

Our people never truly caring we caused it.

Then we all go out,

To hear how they caught the real freaks.

HA! That’s a joke if I ever heard one.
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~APLIW~

Chapter 3 in my novel

Here is chapter 3..

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Chapter 3
Lift Off

The entire group of people was now aboard the ship, each given their own personal quarters and left to do as they please on the ship. Two of the people on the journey were pilots, each were ex-marines. Dr. Jennings joined them in the cockpit for preparation before they took off. The other 17 passengers just stared at the inside of the ship in awe.

“It’s time to leave captain, prepare for lift off.” Dr. Jennings commanded.
The ships engines began to roar, the sound was deafening. The roof of the building began to open, and the blue sky could be seen above.
The ship then lifted off of the ground and began hovering in the air. It was unlike any space launch in the past, it was much more advanced than those of the early 21st century.
The ship was rising slowly, and it kept gaining speed until it began shaking as it exited Earth’s atmosphere.

Finally the entire ship was still, and slowly cruising through space, leaving the giant, blue ball we call earth behind for good. They were now on their journey, to do something never done by man… They were on their way to colonize another planet. Their course was set for the planet Mars.

The underground canals had been re-worked by NASA robots, to where it was an entirely brand new home on another planet. It would be self-sustainable. There would be experiments that would advance man kind like never before.

Dr. Jennings had a feeling in the pit of her stomach, not a scared feeling, but more an excited one. She had butterflies in her stomach; it was something she hadn’t felt since she was just a high school girl.

She began walking back to her quarters, ready to sleep after an eventful day.
She wanted to just get to the planet and have this trip over with. This was her fifth trip off planet, but she’d never been farther than the moon. She was relieved that advancements were made on the new ship, so they would no longer have to wear those stuffy, uncomfortable space suits, unless they were going off ship.

‘This journey will be successful, we will succeed’ she thought to herself, ‘I will make uncle Lewis proud. It was his dream to colonize Mars and now its coming true.’
She imagined her uncle right there with her, he was saying repeatedly “Miranda, you have done it, your on your way, your going to make something of our family name.”

At least that’s what she imagined he would say, she knew it was unrealistic. Her uncle spent too much time drunk to actually be proud of her accomplishments.
Her parents had died in a plane crash 22 years before. Her uncle had raised her from the time she was six years of age.

Growing up she had longed for someone to show her compassion, or even to tell her “good job!” or “I’m proud of you Miranda.” But she never had anyone.
Then when she was 21 years old, her uncle died of lung cancer, 3 years before a cure could be found. She spent her whole life achieving, without praise. She knew now that it was ridiculous to wish for it, but she craved it.

She reached her quarters and shut the door, and locked it. Slipped into a nightgown, and went to bed. Thinking to herself, “It’ll only be a few weeks before we’re there…”
Then she closed her eyes, and drifted off into slumber.

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Lemme know what you think, and what you believe might happen next?

Love,
Joseph w.