Author's Note: This is what I think life would be like for a snake living in the desert.
I stick out my forked tongue, searching for a scent. There, a distant taste of short-tailed mouse and ugh, the vile stench of humans. I mentally prepare for a long and difficult journey before setting off ready to either find food or defend myself. The endless dunes of the ancient desert present no problem to me. I gently slip my aerodynamic head through the coarse grains of sand and enter the sub-terrainean highways of the my kind. Swiftly tightening my muscles I speed through the tunnel under hundreds of tons of sand and steadily gain on the mouse, and the humans. I hear a rumbling noise that almost sends me into a panic, but then I realize it's only my stomach. Silently I curse this infernal rumbling, it is going to give away me position! Finally after hours of traveling I erupt from the sand and instantly give chase to the terrified mouse. Speeding away from me it dives through a small grove of shrubs with me close behind and snapping at its tail. It breaks into the open but I stop, because a deep and visceral feeling warns me not to leave the safety of the shrub. I want to listen but the force of my hunger drives me on as a cautiously slither out of the shade. I instantly realize my mistake because I am looking at a large group of humans and they are not happy. One of the vile creatures tries to hit me with a club but I leap aside screeching and hissing. Before he can strike again I sink my fangs deep into his leg and the world goes dark.
Friday, February 12, 2010
Lightning
Author's Note: Not sure where this came from. I was a little depressed that day so I wrote an irony.
The dark storm rages against the town, hurling all of it's might on the people. Howling like a banshee, the wind whips through town sending the little children into their parents arms. Not a soul dares venture outside the fortresses that are their houses. A mighty roar shakes the ground, announcing that thunder is here. With a blinding flash of light that illuminates every single blade of grass, a bolt of lightning rips through the sky and strikes the tree on top of the hill that over looks the town. The tree ignites as every eye watches it. The burning of the tree is Mother Nature sending a warning "I am Mother Nature and I will destroy all who stand before me" and this message goes straight to the heart of every citizen in town.
The dark storm rages against the town, hurling all of it's might on the people. Howling like a banshee, the wind whips through town sending the little children into their parents arms. Not a soul dares venture outside the fortresses that are their houses. A mighty roar shakes the ground, announcing that thunder is here. With a blinding flash of light that illuminates every single blade of grass, a bolt of lightning rips through the sky and strikes the tree on top of the hill that over looks the town. The tree ignites as every eye watches it. The burning of the tree is Mother Nature sending a warning "I am Mother Nature and I will destroy all who stand before me" and this message goes straight to the heart of every citizen in town.
Valentines Day: The Worst Holiday Ever
Author's Note: This is exactly how I feel about Valentines Day.
What is the point of Valentines Day? We just go around giving eachother candy, flowers, and cards. Why?? It's so pointless. Just save the candy for yourself and be done with it! Don't even get me started on flowers! Sure they smell nice but why would you grow them only to give them to someone and let them die in a day? Good flowers take weeks to grow and then you let them die! The cards are just as bad. Why can't you just tell the person flat out? But no! People have to go and write it down and then hand it to the person. That and many other reasons make Valentines Day the WORST holiday EVER!!
What is the point of Valentines Day? We just go around giving eachother candy, flowers, and cards. Why?? It's so pointless. Just save the candy for yourself and be done with it! Don't even get me started on flowers! Sure they smell nice but why would you grow them only to give them to someone and let them die in a day? Good flowers take weeks to grow and then you let them die! The cards are just as bad. Why can't you just tell the person flat out? But no! People have to go and write it down and then hand it to the person. That and many other reasons make Valentines Day the WORST holiday EVER!!
Thursday, February 11, 2010
My First Romantic Piece!!
Author's Note: This was I challenge to write but I love a challenge and I think this turned out pretty well.
The tall trees grace the sky with their magnificence as I slowly walk between them. Birds tweet completely unaware of me as I listen to their haunting melody. A young fawn perks up its ears as I watch it munch on the sweet, green grass. As I watch the fawn a squirrel lets out a chattering warning call to his brethren. Trying not to disturb it any more I sink back into the tree and be as still as possible. The squirrel, now confident that the danger is passed, climbs down the tree and starts rooting around for nuts. His forage successful, he quickly stuffs them into his mouth and scampers back up the tree. All of this happening around me is the miracle of life.
The tall trees grace the sky with their magnificence as I slowly walk between them. Birds tweet completely unaware of me as I listen to their haunting melody. A young fawn perks up its ears as I watch it munch on the sweet, green grass. As I watch the fawn a squirrel lets out a chattering warning call to his brethren. Trying not to disturb it any more I sink back into the tree and be as still as possible. The squirrel, now confident that the danger is passed, climbs down the tree and starts rooting around for nuts. His forage successful, he quickly stuffs them into his mouth and scampers back up the tree. All of this happening around me is the miracle of life.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Journal Entry: Fire
Author's Note: I love fire, so it was only a matter of time before a piece like this came about.
The flames begin their dance with death as the paper gently ignites. They duck around the logs and race to the kinlien. With a whoosh of fire the entire pile goes up in flames. What began as a gentle creature suddenly becomes less friendly as it grows hungrier and hungrier, as it yearns for more wood. But sadly it does not last for in its hunger it ate the logs all to quickly and collapsed into oblivion.
The flames begin their dance with death as the paper gently ignites. They duck around the logs and race to the kinlien. With a whoosh of fire the entire pile goes up in flames. What began as a gentle creature suddenly becomes less friendly as it grows hungrier and hungrier, as it yearns for more wood. But sadly it does not last for in its hunger it ate the logs all to quickly and collapsed into oblivion.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Journal Entry: Road
Author's Note: Again this is one of the many pieces where I'm not quite sure where it came from. I am a mystery to myself.
The road splits in front of me, with one side a barren wasteland full of hostile people and animals and the other a beautiful small town nestled in the mountains. I know that I must make a decision, so I slowly walk to the wasteland for I know I can never find happiness in comfort, and so with my choice made I walk into the desert, my home, because Mother Nature designed a restlessness in me that cannot be stilled. My nature demands of me to fight to survive, I need the hunger in my belly and the thirst in my throat for me to truly exist.
The road splits in front of me, with one side a barren wasteland full of hostile people and animals and the other a beautiful small town nestled in the mountains. I know that I must make a decision, so I slowly walk to the wasteland for I know I can never find happiness in comfort, and so with my choice made I walk into the desert, my home, because Mother Nature designed a restlessness in me that cannot be stilled. My nature demands of me to fight to survive, I need the hunger in my belly and the thirst in my throat for me to truly exist.
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Judgement Day
Author's Note: In my mind this may have already started. Where I pull this from I have no clue.
Man will try to run but it is for naught, for none shall escape Mother Nature's wrath. She will purge itself of the plague that is man. We pocket her seamless surface with buildings and such but she cannot hold our teeming population and will strike us down like the vermin we are. The withering storms brought down from the north will bring man to his knees. The seas will then rise and swallow every man, woman, and child. But when the dust settles a new species will become the champions of Earth. When Judgement Day comes the era of man will fall.
Man will try to run but it is for naught, for none shall escape Mother Nature's wrath. She will purge itself of the plague that is man. We pocket her seamless surface with buildings and such but she cannot hold our teeming population and will strike us down like the vermin we are. The withering storms brought down from the north will bring man to his knees. The seas will then rise and swallow every man, woman, and child. But when the dust settles a new species will become the champions of Earth. When Judgement Day comes the era of man will fall.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Forest
Author's Note: I spend a lot of time in the forest of wishing I was in the forest, so this is one of my favorite pieces.
I see the giant pines towering above me, for they are and always will be the ancient guardians of the forest. The clear blue sky peeks through the canopy and dapples the ground in a mixture of light and shade. Oak, birch, rowan, poplar, and all the life in this forest are competing for the light of the Sun. Yet in this place there is balance. This balance is the sustenance of all life. It decides what lives and what dies, and it shows no mercy. Some hate it and others love it. The opposites coexist with harmony and peace. One side giving life and the other destroying it, because in life there is death and in death there is life. This forest is the fruit of that balance.
I see the giant pines towering above me, for they are and always will be the ancient guardians of the forest. The clear blue sky peeks through the canopy and dapples the ground in a mixture of light and shade. Oak, birch, rowan, poplar, and all the life in this forest are competing for the light of the Sun. Yet in this place there is balance. This balance is the sustenance of all life. It decides what lives and what dies, and it shows no mercy. Some hate it and others love it. The opposites coexist with harmony and peace. One side giving life and the other destroying it, because in life there is death and in death there is life. This forest is the fruit of that balance.
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Poker
Author's Note: This was just a little experiece that I really enjoyed and I also think that Poker is a good tool in learning how to mask your feelings.
I recently learned how to play poker. I already knew I loved to gamble, but this takes it to a whole new level! At the end of the time I had the most chips, and that was my first time playing. I also managed to bluff my way through a hand. It was very exciting and I can't wait to play again.
I recently learned how to play poker. I already knew I loved to gamble, but this takes it to a whole new level! At the end of the time I had the most chips, and that was my first time playing. I also managed to bluff my way through a hand. It was very exciting and I can't wait to play again.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Edited Irony
Author's Note: This is a wierd piece. My brain scares me sometimes. This may give you nightmares so have fun with is.
Lashing pain burns my lower body, nearly searing the flesh off bone. There is nothing friendly about this fire, it burns only to destroy. The upper half of my body is covered in tiny spears of ice. Water turned evil. These two opposite forces work in harmony to break down my will. They are inside my body and out. I can no longer scream because my vocal cords snapped from the cold, just as my eyes popped from the cold. My hands froze solid then shattered. The stumps of my feet provide a doorway for the fire to enter my body. Opposite forces collide on the outside first causing my body to implode. My every bone is snapped. Then when they meet inside I'm blasted into a million pieces gently floating in the breeze. I am ready to welcome the relief of death when I realize that I can still feel what's happening to my body. The eternal pain still stalks me in death.
Lashing pain burns my lower body, nearly searing the flesh off bone. There is nothing friendly about this fire, it burns only to destroy. The upper half of my body is covered in tiny spears of ice. Water turned evil. These two opposite forces work in harmony to break down my will. They are inside my body and out. I can no longer scream because my vocal cords snapped from the cold, just as my eyes popped from the cold. My hands froze solid then shattered. The stumps of my feet provide a doorway for the fire to enter my body. Opposite forces collide on the outside first causing my body to implode. My every bone is snapped. Then when they meet inside I'm blasted into a million pieces gently floating in the breeze. I am ready to welcome the relief of death when I realize that I can still feel what's happening to my body. The eternal pain still stalks me in death.
Monday, November 16, 2009
Ocean
Author's Note: The ocean isn't really like this but sometimes I think it is.
I see the huge storm waves pound the cliff, trying to break down its very will to live. The dark sky looms overhead, and I can hear the rythmic pounding of the waves and the whistling of the wind. The wind feels like it's cutting me to shreds. The waves never stop beating the shore. The cold spray stings my eyes. The wind whips, the waves pound, the skies are gray. Mother Nature just declared war.
I see the huge storm waves pound the cliff, trying to break down its very will to live. The dark sky looms overhead, and I can hear the rythmic pounding of the waves and the whistling of the wind. The wind feels like it's cutting me to shreds. The waves never stop beating the shore. The cold spray stings my eyes. The wind whips, the waves pound, the skies are gray. Mother Nature just declared war.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
4 Bikers of the Apocolypse
The other day Haden, Sammy, Gabby, and I formed a smaller division of the Gossip Gang. See Sammy's blog for info about that. Anyway we were bored so we went on a bike ride. Since there were 4 of us and the fact that we were riding around made me think about about the 4 horseman of the Apocolypse which Mr. J had been talking about that day. So I came up with the name 4 bikers of the Apocolypse. We rode around terrorizing people. Well I wish we had. Later Sammy and Gabby left so Haden and I went inside.
Bread Stream of Consciousness
Out of no where the marshmallow catches on fire. The flames gently lick around the edges and wherever it caresses the marshmallow turns black. The flames are gentle and kind, yet destructive. Within a matter of seconds the marshmallow falls to the ground and is completely devoured. I shrug away the joking comments of my family and grab another mallow. The process repeats again and again, just like life.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Hunting
Many of my friends ridicule me constantly for hunting. The question is if it's really that bad. I've been called Hitler, communist, communist leader, and Maeo Sung (a Chinese dictator). This is ridiculous! If people stopped hunting there would be major over population and many of the animals and or species would slowly starve to death. Hunters give them a quick death and we feed our families. Am I evil for helping to feed my family? Besides, all the taxes on our guns, ammunition, tags, and licences go directly to conservation funds. Now before you judge hunters just think for one minute.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Someone please tell me I'm not crazy! Or really angry.
I stand alone among the raging torrent. On a rock in the middle of the white water rapids. The roaring of the river fills my ears. I taste the spray, it's icy cold and tastes of freedom. Mountain peaks fill the sky in the distance, just as trees line the bank. I stay on my rock alone against the world. I feel warm though the water is freezing. This is home.
I think that we should always honor our veterans. They give their lives for others and ask so little in return. Veterans give safety to others at their expense, and yet we only acknowledge them once or twice a year. They deserve our respect.
The Revolutionary War saw the birth of our great nation but many lives of ordinary folk were lost, but the losses were for a great cause. The veterans were honored for a short time, then forgotten as a footnote in history. Memories of the brave souls only brought up once or twice a year. We should honor our veterans everyday, because it is the least we can do to repay them for their service.
The Civil War sawed our nation in half over petty disputes, and brothers fought each other as did neighbors, friends, and other family members. These soldiers were young boys and old men, and just about anyone that could hold a musket. The Confederate Army suffered from starvation and was forced to surrender. All the slaves were freed but the veterans of the war had nothing to return to for the war had destroyed their homes. Yet these veterans did not give up and worked hard to rebuild their farms, works and shops. This shows just a little bit of the determination and perseverance of veterans.
The Vietnam War was fought in virtually unexplored jungle terrain. Our veterans bravely went in not knowing what lay in wait for them. A completely knew style of fighting had to be adapted for fighting in this terrain. This war isn’t called the Helicopter War for nothing, these flying machines were used for fighting and medical evacuation. The veterans of the United States fought bravely but were called back for political reasons. Many suffered from post-war trauma.
These are just a few examples of our veterans courage and bravery. This is why our veterans deserve to be honored all the time, not just on a few holidays. We need them to feel like we care for them, and need them. They protect us so we need to respect them!
The Revolutionary War saw the birth of our great nation but many lives of ordinary folk were lost, but the losses were for a great cause. The veterans were honored for a short time, then forgotten as a footnote in history. Memories of the brave souls only brought up once or twice a year. We should honor our veterans everyday, because it is the least we can do to repay them for their service.
The Civil War sawed our nation in half over petty disputes, and brothers fought each other as did neighbors, friends, and other family members. These soldiers were young boys and old men, and just about anyone that could hold a musket. The Confederate Army suffered from starvation and was forced to surrender. All the slaves were freed but the veterans of the war had nothing to return to for the war had destroyed their homes. Yet these veterans did not give up and worked hard to rebuild their farms, works and shops. This shows just a little bit of the determination and perseverance of veterans.
The Vietnam War was fought in virtually unexplored jungle terrain. Our veterans bravely went in not knowing what lay in wait for them. A completely knew style of fighting had to be adapted for fighting in this terrain. This war isn’t called the Helicopter War for nothing, these flying machines were used for fighting and medical evacuation. The veterans of the United States fought bravely but were called back for political reasons. Many suffered from post-war trauma.
These are just a few examples of our veterans courage and bravery. This is why our veterans deserve to be honored all the time, not just on a few holidays. We need them to feel like we care for them, and need them. They protect us so we need to respect them!
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