The Seeds of Change: Chapter 4There was another light that gleamed bright in this future; those coming from smartphones and radiant screens. Their whole world was just at a touch of a button, a slide of a finger. Every little movement astonished the band; used to turning knobs to change fuzzy channels and stations.
Wonder was sparked in the unknown; the remodeled cars that sped along the highway; the advertisements on HD plasma TVs in the store windows. Teenagers passing by; girls with what seemed more like a strip of cloth than a mini skirt with high, leather boots; boys, not bothering to lock hands, with faded jeans sagged down shy past their waistline, their boxers were visible to the public!
"How can a man be damn proud of that?!" Thought the band; watching an older boy, baseball cap turned sideways, push the girl aggressively around the parking lot, she just laughed it off.
"Does everyone dress like that?!" Asked John Paul Jones, appalled by what seemed to be clones of the same captives.
The Forbidden Match: Part II Ding, ding, ding!More Like This
The confused wrestlers among the fire and flames had their largest audience ever watching their every motive. John Cena took a glance into 'Taker's dead eyes, then at the 30th Wrestlemania Sign, hanging just above this crowd. The Undertaker, his sullen pupils locked onto Cena's belt, there wasn't a doubt in the dead man's mind that was about to become his, as he has never lost a match. Not one, not ever here at Wrestlemania.
Not a word was spoken as Cena started his signature lunging; just one of his "five moves of doom." The Undertaker stepped aside and let the World Heavyweight Champion of RAW ram his head in the cage; the hot metal scorched his skull.
"There's no way Vince would even think about putting me through this..." John thought to himself, recovering from the early impact.
In a match unlike any other, there was no words at all; not being exchanged from the gladiators, the announcers, the audience. All in a state of shock, bewildered and re
An Animal Crossing Story: Chapter 1The doors shut behind me before I made the realization that I was the only one on this bus to this summer camp. I figured I needed an escape, and exploring wildlife would be the best of it. It was just a first stop, I was sure. This particular camp was the only one we could afford, but by the pictures it seemed it had some sort of odd peace to it. There was a beach, some shopping grounds, acres of land and evergreen fields. I would get my own little cabin, and write letters back and forth. Not that I would need to, I had a cell phone. And this would be a relaxing, two week stay at most anyhow.More Like This
Hours had gone by, and not another stop was made. I hadn't made too much of a notice as I was zoning out to my music, as I do with about every ride. I peered out the windows, and noticed we were leaving Oregon, we may have left long before.
Day should of turned to night, but the sun was still high above the clouds. Time seemed to stand still, and as I noticed the bus speeding faster, my heart rac
An Animal Crossing Story: Chapter 2I have no choice now but to check into camp; as there's no use in finding a phone, and maybe I just have to stop worrying myself. I'm sure I can get more clothes and money some way or another, and out here I have noticed I'm not completely alone. Other campers, dressed up as animals. Except they stayed in actual houses not cabins. How come they got such great treatment? Was it added to the bill? I sighed as I entered the Town Hall, as a woman dressed as a pelican checks me in. Of course, her name is Pelly.More Like This
After a talk that seemed to be going nowhere, she tells me the leader of this whole camp ground was Tom Nook, and that he was the one who built my cabin, and every house on the site by hand. She hands me a map of the camp ground, and I am off to explore my new home for some time.
The cabin itself was blacker than night. There was more life in a jail cell; two windows, a candle, no sink, no toilet or bathroom, my only gift is a boom box without batteries. God, how I miss my
I'm Waiting...Seven hours a dayMore Like This
Five days a week
Two hundred days a year
I sit in my chair and ponder.
These symbols on my arm
And scribbles on my notebook
Are just few of the things
That allow for entertainment.
For I'm just one of many
Enclosed by stone brick walls
The only light I find
Is from the bolted windows
An outside world
We are prohibited from entering
Because the only place where we can learn
Is here, in the classroom
And with every passing hour
For a life that I am promised
For the passing of notes
Whispers, snickers in the halls
Bearing judgements at a glance;
I don't stand a chance.
To make something of myself
For my grades to come out
For my label to be made.
For a schedule
For a friend
For a deadline
For a break.
To be ranked for my attire
By the others who feel trapped
When the load is too much
When there's no fighting the system.
As every day repeats itself
For the tests to come back
For the books to clos
An Animal Crossing Story: Chapter 3After delivering my final scraps of furniture, Nook finally lets me off for the night. I tried to push myself to look for another way out, but I could collapse on the grass out here I'm so beat. For so many animals being about; the night had an overwhelming peace to it; the only sounds I heard besides the occasional crickets chirp was the menacing roar from the pit of my stomach. I can't go to bed starving myself. There was no way in hell I was giving Nook business; I limped over to an orange tree and shook it's branches hard until it's fruit fell off the tree. Oranges alone weren't going to fill me, but it was better than nothing at all. I gather all I can carry and sit by a bridge. I can see some fish leaping about...fish and chips sounded better than anything else. Too bad I can't cook, let alone go fishing.More Like This
I devour every orange in sight. It seems to be the only edible source here, from what I could find. There had to be a cafeteria around here somewhere; but I was too sore to look
An Animal Crossing Story: Chapter 4I wake up expecting to smell breakfast, hear thomping footsteps below me as the light reflecting off my window sill finds my eyes; here I can't even tell what part of day it is. In the middle of July, this room was frigid. This child's sized bed is a tight fit; it was also home to some cock roaches that skimmed my hair during the night.More Like This
I can't avoid the inevitable; I am stuck paying debt for a house that isn't mine, in a town where it's debtors were lost sheep wandering the fields; looking for a way back home in a past they don't even know existed. They talk and greet each other as we do; in their new found way of communication. It's all I know so far, but staying in bed won't solve my adding problems.
I have few changes of clothes; the pair I came with, some old shirts neighbors handed me, Nook's work uniform. There was a reason why they were so generous; they knew I would need these things. At least they're on my side, or so I hope.
My hair looked disgusting, but t
An Animal Crossing Story: Chapter 5Those lost souls; children as scared as I am, were out there in different so called "camps," playing to Nook's rules. Where were these camps, and how much is there to it than what I can see? It is more than meets the eye; but was this just an island; or a whole country under a dictatorship?More Like This
I'm sure those children have tried every way out, or else they wouldn't be pleading for their lives; resorting to asking anyone far and wide for a rescue. That didn't stop me from going back to the gate, confronting the guard dogs, and trying once again to go home.
I ask Copper, the one on the right this time, to open the gate.
"A good evening to you! As the day nears its end, try to watch your step! Fatigue is a bold criminal! At any rate, is there something I can do for you?"
"I WANNA GET OUT!" I scream.
"Turns out you have no friend roster yet! You must have the code in order to visit other towns!"
"Code? What code? Where is this place even located? Where am I?"
"Listen well! This is the
The Misadventures of Led Zeppelin: Chapter 1Years upon years ago, a curious young boy ventured out into the forests of Evermore. The wind whipped at the golden locks of his hair, his deep blue eyes reflecting the hot summer sun. He gazed up at giant oak trees and clung onto their branches. Climbing higher up he got a view of the misty mountains ahead, it was so foggy the child could barely see straight. He liked it this way. Made the setting more adventurous, a page out the books he read. Stories about knights fighting to the death, wizards using their sorcery and magic to defeat the evil that lurked into the dark shadows of the night, fierce, fire breathing dragons that creeped into these forests, waiting for a soul to burn. If one was curious enough, they would maybe be able to tame the dragons, use their mighty wings to be able to fly. The boy was able to fly when he leaped from branch to branch, he imagined he was riding one of those dragons. On his way to battle, he leaped onto the ground and picked up a stick. It was his sMore Like This
The Girl Next Door: Chapter 1"Do I have to?" Robert pulled the covers over his head so the sunlight wouldn't reach his eyes. The last thing the child wanted to do was go to Grammar School, every day was the same to him.More Like This
"If you want to be a bright little boy, then yes. You do." His mother answered, getting him out of bed.
"Please...can I just stay home this once?" He begged for her to give him a break, he would never ask her again.
"You're going to school and that's final, your father would have a fit if you stayed home anyway. You'll love it, there's other kids you can meet and play with too."
"I don't like them." He said, heading to the kitchen.
"Aw, why not?"
"They're mean...I don't want to see them anymore." Was all he said.
"You don't even know these children yet. Give them a chance." She said, cracking eggs into a frying pan.
"I've tried to talk to them...there's not one person that likes me."
"There's people that like you, you just don't know it. Get to meet some people, introduce yourself. You have to show
The Seeds of Change: Chapter 1 "Many times I've lied and many times I've listened,More Like This
many times I've wondered how much there is to know!"
It was these words she strummed to, fingering along to her acoustic until droplets of blood trickled down her fingers. On the edge of seventeen, Yari heard these lyrics every day of her life. It wasn't until now she really began to think about the meaning behind them.
"Many dreams come true and some have silver linings
I live for my dream and a pocketful of gold!"
Those dreams were shattered, knowing she would never be able to actually see the people who gave her this sweet music to play along to, the only thing she lived for. From "Good Times Bad Times," to "Heartbreaker," just about every song they played gave her hope and another reason to live. Her one dream, besides meeting these people themselves, was to actually sing these songs with the people that wrote them. To share this music with others. It's been over forty years since these songs were recorded, and t
The Girl Next Door: Chapter 10She almost rolled off the roof getting up, looking for Robert next to her but he wasn't there. Dianne sighed, she would have to go down that ladder alone. She swung her legs inside the window still searching for him. Once she searched the rooms to find no one there, she looked around the hotel, then the city streets. It was useless.More Like This
"ROBERT!" She yelled. Then she remembered his nickname everyone called him.
"PERCY!" It was then he came out of a crowd with Jimmy next to him. People screaming as they recognized them, they recognized her too.
"HEY! You're that girl that played last night!"
"Yeah...I guess I am."
"You his girl?" Someone in the crowd teased, she blushed thinking about it. Robert swung his arm over her shoulder as they made their way through the swarms of people, her seeing the faces of her classmates and so called "friends" from before now smile and wave at her, wanting to get together with her, talk to her. She was a celebrity in their eyes now, as much as she didn't feel
Sweet November Rain.I'm just sitting here, listening to the heavy rain beat on the window, the only thing that breaks the silence of being alone. I sit and try to think of the words to write, the things to say. Why is it in these crucial times, before a test, before I do anything of importance that my mind which is constantly going during every hour of the night and day suddenly goes blank? It makes no sense and it pisses me off. Sometimes it's better not to think, to have the thoughts suddenly come to you without dealing with the stress that it takes to make them come...if that makes any fucking sense. This has been a repeating night, the fifth straight night of rain and bitter frost.More Like This
But this rain...I still love it. The smell of rain, it's freezing touch that instantly brings you into this cold, hardened world. It defines Oregon, and no matter how many times I moved it has always been around here. In the ever green, hippie state which cherishes it's forests and wildlife. We're the big recycling freaks o
The Girl Next Door: Chapter 11It took quite some time before Robert finally found the rest of them at a nearby pub.More Like This
"ROBEEERRRTT!" Bonzo slurred as he downed another shot. Jimmy and Jonesy laughing uncontrollably as they were the only regulars of the bar, despite only being around the area for a week.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" He shrieked when he realized how late they really were.
"What do you think?! You fucking stranded us at the beach last night, where else were we supposed to go?! We had to get a bite before..."
"WE WERE SUPPOSED TO MEET PETER TWO HOURS AGO!" They all froze in place, their faces a sickening pale.
"SHIT!" They chorused, bolting out the door and swerving trough traffic to get to the studio. They swung open the door and fall backwards as they run into Peter Grant.
"You're late." He mutters as they get themselves together and head into the studio.
She wandered their room curiously, looking through awards, posters, magazines,
These Words Aren't PrettyThese Words Aren't Pretty:More Like This
My verses are ugly and I admit to the fact
I can't use pretty language when I'm working with rap
Because the things that I write, are just the things that I feel
I ain't an Edgar Allan Poe or a Danielle Steel
And I'll be honest with you, I've got an envy inside
Because some poets got a flow that's as smooth as the tide
I read some stuff that they write, it's just so dope I ignite
Burning shame and my anger at the beautiful sight
And like birds of a feather, they're flocking together
These poets are the Gods and I'm nailed by the weather
But as the rain pours down, lightning resound;
I try to write pretty words but my lips remain bound
So deeply silenced by fear - the darkness I hear,
Afraid to be unloved by the ones I hold dear
I've hit the limit of time; my lyrical crime
These words that I've lived are just turning to grime.
So I wish I had their talent; just a sliver of that
If their skill was a mountain then I've broken my back
It's like t
OverActive ImaginationLike verbal synesthesia,More Like This
in my head.
bang bang bang
and all I think are flashes.
Computer fans are white noise
and clicking keys a melody.
I sleep on piles of books
and tell myself bedtime stories
that never, ever end.
It's the same one, every night.
I edit, even in my head.
One color brings four hundred synonyms to mind
and the feeling of fabric is like a burst of light.
Looking at a photograph is often over whelming,
and all I want to do is know what
they were thinking,
not what I am.
It's a curse and a blessing,
on a wing and a prayer,
and a hundred other cliches
that will never go away.
Here's to the over active imagination
that won't stop finding the meaning in everything.
I am not a stereotypeSlide the blade across your wrist.More Like This
"Doesn't it hurt?"
I can't feel anything.
Punch your own stomach.
Does it hurt yet?
"Why do you do that?"
The pain makes me feel alive.
"I don't know."
"What's wrong with you?"
I'm dead inside.
I'm just depressed.
Stare at your arms.
"What are you doing?"
I just have low self esteem.
I'm just human.
I'm just me.
Generation GapIn a fragile world accessed through fingertips,More Like This
I have it all.
The opportunities that come with glaring at a screen,
connections with strangers through an alternate universe.
A message sent in an instant
what would of taken months through other, dated means.
Oh, what you could have with such things;
To entertain, distract, dwindle precious time.
A slide of a finger, a click of a button.
These luxuries, as you call them,
Accessible any shift of day.
Valued keepsakes and possessions now
You could nevermore dream up;
And you're jealous, a generation delayed.
Not a manner to garner outside news
exempt of flipping through files;
While a typed solitary word brings us all we've come to know.
As I despise my own time,
What you would do
To steer into the future
And relive childhood in the era you belong.
In a lucid world fresh with color and life,
You had it all.
Controversy spurred amongst this modern heavy sound
Driving the masses off their feet, flocking ample stadiums.
The Seeds of Change: Chapter 3The four were mesmerized by it's outer core...these seeds...were glowing. What did these possibly have to do with anything, were these kids just stoned? Or were they really, as they say, from 2013?More Like This
"...Holy hell...where do you get these things?!"
"They were handed to us before we arrived. But we can only use them scarcely." Said Jack.
"What do you mean-"
A loud booming on the door interrupted Jonsey's questioning.
"I'll get it." Groans Robert as Peter Grant opens it and pulls him by his collar.
"YOU GUYS ARE FOUR FUCKING HOURS LATE! WE'RE ONSTAGE IN AN HOUR!"
The band exchanges a split second glance as they scurry to load their instruments. Cursing rapidly under their breaths, they bolt out the door.
"What's going on-" Yari asks Jimmy Page, who is the last one out the door.
"COME ON! WE DON'T HAVE ALL DAY! LET'S GO, LET'S GO!" The band motions for the teens to follow, and they climb behind them in the limo that waited outside the hotel.
"These seats...they recline!" T
And Soon It Will All Mean Nothing.There comes a day in everyone's lifeMore Like This
When everything won't mean anything.
I wouldn’t pretend that I had loved everything.
And yet I won’t say I hadn’t loved anything.
The day I've been waiting for all my life,
I now face with turbulence and strife.
The cords are in boxes, my room is a mess.
The robe hangs in my closet like a wedding dress,
A gown I feel I shouldn’t yet wear,
But the overwhelming temptation is there.
And after I wear cords, medals and stoles,
After contemplating near impossible goals,
Every certificate, plaque, and badge on my wall,
After today will mean nothing at all.
Every word that I crammed for a rigorous test,
After trying and failing, but giving my best.
Every rejection, acceptance, I've ever received
Has brought me down, has helped me succeed.
Every moment I worried what they would think,
Who was I to ever care?
When soon it will all mean nothing,
With their judgement no longer there.
Will I ever miss it?
I never thought I would.
The Fall of the Roman EmpireWhen you've reached the peak and you have it all,More Like This
Which way can you move without a fall?
When the gains you've made are through war and greed
And you've lost all sight of the poor man’s need.
Then surely the riches you eagerly sought,
The lands you conquered, the wars you fought,
Must someday dissolve with a cry of pain,
‘Cause you can’t hold an empire on that kind of gain.
The Roman Empire in days of old,
Was a land of honey and wine and gold,
But the honey and wine were for just a few,
And the gold seemed to go the same way too.
The men at the top wanted more and more,
Then they had it all and it was all a bore.
So they looked for a means to brighten their days,
And they managed this in many ways.
The lions roared and the fun began
When they opened the doors and pushed out a man.
And the air was torn with joyful cries,
As the blood spilled out before their eyes.
The Christians, it seemed, were their favorite game,
And they died in the hundreds in the Good Lord
Nameless: IntroIn a dense forest, an infant cried loudly. A couple was hiking downhill of the infant when they heard the sobs. Soon, they found it, lying there on a stump, covered in tattered rags. The wife gasped, her face full of shock and surprise, while the husband just stared blankly at the baby.More Like This
He took a few steps forward and almost tripped on the body of a dead wolf. He looked around, and saw many other corpses; all deadly beasts of the forest. He looked back at the baby, who had stifled its crying at the sight of people. He walked up to the tree stump, and picked up the small child.
It was tan skinned and had white hair, and looked only a few weeks old, maybe a month. Upon closer examination, it turned out to be a boy. By then, the wife was standing behind her husband. She looked over his shoulder and said, “Cornelius, who would leave behind such a poor small child?”
“I’m not sure…” said Cornelius, “but…I believe it’s our duty to
Dear AutismDear Autism...More Like This
I HATE YOU!
I HATE YOU!
I HATE YOU!
Why do you continue to control my brain?
Why do you make my body move uncontrollably?
If I could, I'd point a gun at you.
So I can be free with all my greatest ability.
If I have to live with you for the rest of my life.
Embarrassment in front of the public.
I will go crazy and cut myself.
And scream at a scrambled rubric.
It's all your fault.
For getting me into a hole.
A hole of insanity.
Cutting out of my soul.
I hate you so much.
Why can't you get out of my life?
So I can live with happily and such.
August Haiku 2009More Like This
green tea or pumpkin ale?
turning my back
on the setting summer moon
sun setting sooner
a lone firefly
bask in late afternoon sun
the wall of dark clouds
whisper in the wind
Autumn is coming —
from the tall weeds
a startled finch
on a dark highway
"this is BBC"
zip by in the headlights
The Story of Cinnamon IslandOne day on Cinnamon Island, Barney and Buzz Lightyear were skipping through the lush grass of Jovial Fields, while pondering about purple apples. Then all of a sudden Whoosh! they fell right into a hole.More Like This
"Oh no," Barney started hyperventalating, "What are we gonna do?"
"Don't worry, Barney, I'll save us!" Buzz Lightyear said happily while ejecting his wings.
"Yay! Ok!" Barney said, "But do me a favour and get your long-ass wings outta my tummy, you're squishing the leprechaun!"
Buzz Lightyear then glared at him and said, "Fine, if you don't want MY help, you can just freakin' die in here!" So then he took off with Barney confused and shouting and hitting the walls.
Buzz started to get tired from flying, so then he decided to land somewhere quiet and desolate, like Grace Island. But he saw a flyer advertising Justin Bieber as the new Edward for the Twilight series, so he decided to burn down the entire island.
"I don't like this," Buzz mumbled to himself, "Maybe I'll g