Expectations are not Reality.

Hey everyone. How was your summer? Good, I hope. So I just started college, and I realized something. Things are never as you expect they will be. I expected this to be terrible, but truth is I have met some amazing people. I also thought I would get here, and know exactly wh

So, yeah it's not winter anymore, but I did write this section in December. Now in July, I will finish it. :D 

Hey there readers, if there are any of you out there, 

Here I am in the middle of Nowhere, NM, with no service due to snowstorm, a 4 hour detour, impatient as any other teenager in a car for 5 hours and counting, blistering from the heater because Dad won't turn it down, and what do i spend my time doing….THIS!!! It almost seems sad, but I didn't come here to complain, I came to write. So here goes….

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Snow is blanketing the ground. The black car sticking out from it white surroundings, blacker than ever. The family inside, from your view, looks normal, but they aren't. These people look like regular joes, but the have a secret. They have brains capable of 100% use. They can see far enough to spot a deer clearly and see the blood beating in its vessels from distances farther than any scope. They smell the stenches of things a normal person has never even imagined. They are unlike anyone in this world, and they don't even know it…

I will try and write a new installment to this story every week, but bear with me. I'm not very timely, obviously. 

I'm Back

So this blog started as a school assignment and in the last few days I decided that it should be my new outlet for creativity. To start I will continue and eventually finish my story from January 2010.

The next time I woke up was some time later. I could just see the sun starting to rise over the horizon. My vision hazy, I tried to pick myself up off of the ground, but with only the left side of my body able to be used, the attempt was futile. So, I decided to lay there, and pray that someone would look my way. As I lay there, I tried to sort through the pain, and figured out what all was wrong. Starting with my head, I isolated the pain in each part of my body. I was so beaten and battered that the task, made my head hurt worse. How could I have gotten myself into this predicament? What had the man done to make me so weak? The sun continued to rise and as my eyes adjusted to the light. I began to see how beaten I truly was. I had bruises shaped like fingers all over my upper body and my hair was matted with blood. My face was swollen, and the difficulty I had breathing told me that at least one of my ribs was broken. Why me? I silently asked myself. Why did he pick me?

Just then a noise came from one end of the long alley. It sounded like whistling. I used every bit of strength I had to crawl into the middle of the alley where hopefully the source of the noise would see me. I looked down the alley and saw a man in a police uniform walking past. I took the biggest breath that I could, and screamed, “HELP ME! PLEASE!” he stopped, and turned toward me. Finally, someone heard me I though to myself. His light beamed into the dark alley and finally fell on my face. Maybe, this horrific experience was finally over.

Story Spinners: Option 3

As I regained conciousness, I remember asking "Where am I?". I looked around and saw the dumpster, and listened to the squeals and sounds of rat's feet pittering across the cold dark pavement. I felt around me, there was nothing but ground, and my things were missing, my clothes torn, and my body beaten. I jumped at the sound of a cough, then realized that it had come from underneath the streetlamp when I looked down the alley. I tried to stand, and when I felt pain shoot through my arm and leg, I remembered what had happened.
My friend and I had come out of the building around ten thirty, and seeing this alley, with the the bus stop on the other end, as a faster way home than walking. "Come on," I said pointing down the vestibule, "That bus will take us home." She looked at me and said "You're crazy, I am not walking down some creepy alley at night! You can." With that she turned and walked towards our apartment. I knew I should have followed her, but, being my stubborn self, stood and watched her disappear into the oncoming car's headlights and around the corner. Then turned down the alley towards the bus stop. "I'll show her" I thought.
As I walked along, ever so carefully, I listened to the noises of the creatures in the long dark alley, and every so often checked behind me to make sure I wasn't being followed. It seemed to be getting longer, and by the time I had gotten about halfway through, I couldn't hear the cars rushing past on either side. Then I heard it, the voice, "You should have gone the other way, dear." it said. "What? Leave me alone." I tried,but then I felt an impact and next thing I knew I woke up in the alley. "Help me, somebody, please" I started weeping, who was to blame for this awful deed. Whoever it was had been following me all night, and had heard my conversation with my roommate. "Help" I said one last time before I blacked out again.

Heaven

What I think heaven will be like? Well that isn't a question you hear often, but it's a question worth thinking about. When I think of heaven, I think the usual stuff, you know, like streets paved with gold, mansions everywhere, and lots of rejoicing and praising God. I think of a place where there are no illnesses or pain, where all people from all walks of life can be together in peace, where there is constant joy in the Lord, and the only thing you are concerned about is what way we can find to worship Him. But also, I think of things not everyone talks about, like meeting ancestors that I never knew, jumping up and down and screaming in the middle of the road just because I want to and not worrying about the weird glances or whispers. I think of freedom to be who I am and do what I want to do. Oddly enough, I think of seeing the great people we have all heard and talked about throughout our lives and not thinking a second about how famous they are, they're just people. I think of not necessarily living out my dreams, but being free to explore them without fear, and you know we have all heard that we'll see our deceased loved pets in heaven, and I kind of believe it. I see myself running without tire, climbing without soreness, and playing sports with the angels. I think of laughter and joy, and most of all I think of singing praises to my God without cease. So as you can see I've pondered this many times, and these are just a few of the things I think of when I think of Heaven.

Shakespeare Language

Taylor and Kinslie you are both a BAFFLE to mankind. Thou art BALE and BEDLAM BARNS. Thou art ABODEMENTS to thine selves and thine families, and ABY is due for the WRINGING you have thrust upon you towns. But though WOOD you make me feel I will WRY from my feelings of WREAK, but if I were to come upon you in my time of WOOD WITHAL, I COULD NOT DO from making you a WHITE. If you were to WHIR I would EMBOSS you so that I might make known to thee that you are a WHELK upon the flawless face you humanity.

Insult:
Were I like thee I'd throw away myself.
I think that this means to call the person it is said to trash.

Remembering 9/11

When this tragic event happened, I was in 2nd Grade, Mrs. Matteson's Class. I don't remember hardly anything about it. I don't remember knowing anything about it until lunch when my mom came and got me for an allergy doctor's appointment in Amarillo. When she picked me up I looked at her and saw that something wasn't right. I asked what was wrong and she told me that there had been a very bad thing happen in a big city a long way from here. Being a mere child I figured that somebody had gotten sick or something, I never in a million years imagined that it would be that something so much bigger. Something that would change millions of lives in totally different ways. The next thing I remember is driving into Amarillo, in a completely silent car, because my mom didn't want to turn on the radio and let me hear the talk of the tragedy. I remember sitting in the waiting room and watching television, I think it was like Nickelodeon or something. When someone came in and changed the channel. Just before I looked away I saw a replay of the planes hitting the towers, and immediately asking my mom what was happening.

As for the future I think that September 11th will always be a memory in the minds of those who were personally effected by it. The families of the lives lost, the soldiers sent into battle afterwards, and the survivors. In twenty years I have no clue what will be going on, we may not even be here. I don't even know what will happen in the next hour. I plan that I will be marching the halls in the band. But, who knows.

I believe that the terrorist chose America because of the beliefs we have established our country on and because they don't like that we have so much freedom and they don't. I have heard that they believe that the more people they murder, the closer they are to heaven, and that could also be a reason, because we don't believe that way. They think we are ignorant and stupid for not believing that.

No, I don't know anyone that was directly affected by it, the only person I know that is any where near those places is my cousin DeeDee she lives in Washington D.C., but other than that no one else.

If I wrote a story about 9/11 I would write it from the point of view of a child witnessing her first national tragedy. I would write what I know.