Sunday, February 24, 2008

I need some help
Dear Friends and the various family members,



Okay *rubs hands together* Sooooooo, as you "might" know, I love to write. And currently I haven't written anything in about 6 monthes, and to be honest I miss it dearly. So over the last course of this month I've been attempting to build a world from the ground up, politics, customs, languages, cities, and ect; the wonderful advantage of doing something as such is that you have now created an entire world, a world in which there are many tales waiting to be told. It's much easier then sitting there and creating a new world from scratch everytime you write a new story.



Well, okay, so I'm not even entirely done with mapping out Absicse (the name I chose for the realm I'm creating) but last night I couldn't take it anymore and I began to write (best feeling in a LONG TIME -_-').



And that brings me to the reason for this email.



Like the subject says, I need help. I've resolved to not post this one online, not even after it's complete, so that's where I'm hopeing ya'll will come in.



Every writer needs someone that will help then and gives suggestions after reading what has been written. So I was wondering if anyone would like to do that for me.



If not, just don't reply to this email, and ignore it ^^



If so though, please reply saying whatever it is you want to say and I'll go ahead and send you the first thousand words to look over.





Respectfully,

K.



P.S.



As I'm thinking now, some of you might want to know what it's about before you agree to anything, well never fear, I shall tell you ~_O



Our tale start in the central city of Fides in the realm of Absicse. Fides is dangerously graced upon the out fringes of the dreaded Grimmagill Forest, and in the Year of the Sea and Ice (just their form of era's, they say year of so and so and that normally has something to do with the tangible conditions of life in Absicse, in this case, it is also the Time of secrets). our lead character is a roaming-becoming-of-age Male, named Alfric Cailean Cabhan (there's supposed to a little ' above the h in his last name because it's Irish, but I have seemed to not be permitted to do that on the computer), Alfric'c name holds consequence simply because his last name means Hollow.



And the hollow silence that inhabits the silence of life is stirring, something that hasn't happened in over 6 generations, and Alfric can hear it, he can hear the whispers of destiny in the silence when he steadies beating of his own heart.



So as you can imagine, he has to go on this huge adventure around the realm and earn himself the title Life Giver....... Did I forget to tell you all the name of the story?



okay well it's titled: Chronicled Days of the Life Giver in the Court OF Kings.



Live Giver becomes Alfric'c title, and the Court of Kings is not a court, but infact a rather large academy.



And on that note, I should include a little bit of Alfric's background.



He is a non-awakened physic vampire. Which means that he drains the energy of others unknowingly. Which also means he doesn't have many friends since whenever someone is around his long enough they become irritated and tired and very unhappy (poor Alfric -_-').



So you may be asking how it would be possibly for Alfric to gain the only title of Life Giver, when in reality he infact steals life, well you'll just have to read it won't cha? Ehehehehe.... Well thats it for now, this kind of ran longer then I wanted it to, but I hope to hear from some of you soon.

P.P.S._________________________________________

This has been copied and pasted, so if you would like to respond to this just simply message me, and if your myo won't let you send messages to me then you can contact me at spiker32@msn.com

Later,
Ak
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Thursday, February 21, 2008

Well, I'm over here at my gandparents and my Grandpa told me the funniest story about when he was stationed over in Germany a littlle over 50 years ago, and how when they used to travel in convoys through the German mountain towns they woud travel with a Tank and another armed vehical and how the Tank was too large for the town streets. It fit, sidewalks on each side uunder both sides, and how whenever the man driving made a turn, he took out an entire corner/half of the corner building in the middle of the night. Twas a funny story let me tell ya, and I leaned my ancestors lived in Malano, Italy. How is everyone?
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Monday, February 11, 2008

So.

Today.

Yeah.

Toady.

Tadoy.

Tomorrow?

Tomorrow.

Toady as well.


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Sunday, February 10, 2008

Alright, so finally I hate Scotty Doesn't know. I bought it offa ITunes a long time ago but it wouldn't load so today when I was downloading the sountrack for "Across the Universe" it ended up loading with it. Woot! Yes, it's a perverted song, but it's so golly-dang catchy.

Anyways, did lots of cleaning this weekend. And on tuesday me and Mitch are getting together to make homemade valentines chocolates instead of going to the store and buying them. So that should be fun but it'll also be very unfun because Emmy can't make it because she's getting meansured for a splint on her jaw and then she has to be with the school band at a sport game. T.T

I have apple juice again!

Woot!

Anyways....
Single awareness day is coming up. I hate, absolutly hate, Valentines day. Whats the point in it? To make the rest of us feel horrible because we can't find someone to share it with? *Sigh*

Welp.... I'm starting another book..... but this one will be maybe a 4 year commitment because I'm builind the world my characters live in from the ground up. Let me tell ya, it's very had work.

How have ya'll been?
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Wednesday, February 6, 2008

Coo-Coo-Ca-Choo.

Love walked alone.
The rocks cut her tender feet,
And the brambles tore her fair limbs.
There came a companion to her,
But, alas, he was no help,
For his name was heart's pain.
-Stephen Maria Crane

So today was fine... a little. Just not really feeling up to much this week, it's just not my week, ya know?

And then today after 7th hour I was walking to the busses with my friend Mitch (Michelle) and she didn't look to good so I asked her what was wrong and her back was hurting her again, said it was "going into spazie's again" so I'm worried about her.

And with Valentines day coming up I feel even worse. I absolutly hate that holiday. Don't get me wrong, yeah love all a round, but honestly, I just hate it.

T.T

The Brave One starring Jodie Foster was a really good movie by the way.

I'm taking up writing again, after about a six month break. So yeah, we'll see how that turns out, cept I've decided to set aside "Slowly Disappear" for a very much later date, there's just to much revision that needs to be done with it.

I'm building the story for the world up, I figure it'll be about another year before I have the economics, names, locations, and any other thing that makes a world a world all set up. Then it'll be another 2 years actually writing and planning and maping out the plotline for the book, I'm going for another trilgy, I just don't know what it will be about. So root me on ^_^

*Sigh* I just for once want to be the funny person, the easy to talk to person. But till then I'll stick to my philosophy, other wise I'll stick to quietly singing to myself ^_^

Even a lot of you guys don't talk with me often (and I know thats my fault since I'm a terrible procrastinator to the point of no returning comments and I make no effort to be social, but meh.) (and I'm sorry about that.) But you guys are the best because you make an effort to care so I wanted to thank you all.

*Glomps all around*

-_-'
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Tuesday, February 5, 2008

Well, you know how when you eat a reeses cup and the chocolate always sticks to the bottom of the holder, well today I though I had finally gotten one that wasn't stuck and voila! it had two cups on it. I was so dissapionted.

I was so mad at my self. My brother caused me to break 2 of our dinner bowls. God I was so pissed.

So how is everyone doing?

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Monday, February 4, 2008

So funny thought here, how many of you remember your New Year's resolution? *Counts show of hands* thought so... what I thought I do not know but what ever the odds thats exactly what I thought. ^^

Like, wow, kate you haven't updated since....erm... well just phooey and add your own date cause I can't seem to remember what it was.

Welllllll....
Sooooo.....
Yeah let me tell ya this is some fun stuff.

Alright, do you see now? Do you see why I don't update often!

*pulls hair out*

I'd rather be a fish, they have it so easy. Attention span of three seconds, they swim all day. I mean this in all seriousness, all they have to know is how to swim and then they just have to hope their owner remembers to feed them.

And trust me, FEED THEM!

Oh 'nother funny thought there, my dad killed all my fish.

Ya' know why?

Cause he didn't feed them.

^^
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Sunday, December 23, 2007

You've never been used as I am using you, my little decoy.
I think it's time for a theme change, what do you guys think? Except this time the background will be something I have personally drawn, that is if my scanner will be up and running by then. I just went to use the blasted contraption and *poof* *perfessional voice* An error has occured with communicating with the scanner, please check everything it connected properly and then read on solutions at the pop up screen" for pity sake it's a bloody machine, must it communicate?

Argh.

So anyways, it's almost midnight and my parental units are at a neighbors so I'm alone here with my broken door and my brother. I have Paramore blasting.... erm well on medium that is. I don't blast music any more unless I'm alone, otherwise I'm mostly a mouse.

I was watching and Irish movie with the Jared Leto in it.

=^_^=



Welp night.
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Wednesday, December 5, 2007

A New Christmas Poem

TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS,

HE LIVED ALL ALONE,

IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF

PLASTER AND STONE.

I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY

WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE,

AND TO SEE JUST WHO

IN THIS HOME DID LIVE.

I LOOKED ALL ABOUT,

A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE,

NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS,

NOT EVEN A TREE.

NO STOCKING BY MANTLE,

JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND,

ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES

OF FAR DISTANT LANDS.

WITH MEDALS AND BADGES,

AWARDS OF ALL KINDS,

A SOBER THOUGHT

CAME THROUGH MY MIND.

FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT,

IT WAS DARK AND DREARY,

I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER,

ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY.

THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING,

SILENT, ALONE,

CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR

IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME.

THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE,

THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER,

NOT HOW I PICTURED

A UNITED STATES SOLDIER.

WAS THIS THE HERO

OF WHOM I'D JUST READ?

CURLED UP ON A PONCHO,

THE FLOOR FOR A BED?

I REALIZED THE FAMILIES

THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT,

OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS

WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT!

SOON ROUND THE WORLD,

THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY,

AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE

A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY.

THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM

EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR,

BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS,

LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE.

I COULDN'T HELP WONDER

HOW MANY LAY ALONE,

ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE

IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME.

THE VERY THOUGHT

BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE,

I DROPPED TO MY KNEES

AND STARTED TO CRY.

THE SOLDIER AWAKENED

AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE,

"SANTA DON'T CRY,

THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE;

I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM,

I DON'T ASK FOR MORE,

MY LIFE IS MY GOD,

MY COUNTRY, MY CORPS."

THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER

AND DRIFTED TO SLEEP,

I COULDN'T CONTROL IT,

I CONTINUED TO WEEP.

I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS,

SO SILENT AND STILL

AND WE BOTH SHIVERED

FROM THE COLD NIGHT'S CHILL.

I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE

ON THAT COLD, DARK, NIGHT,

THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOR

SO WILLING TO FIGHT.

THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER,

WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE,

WHISPERED, "CARRY ON SANTA,

IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY, ALL IS SECURE."

ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH,

AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT.

"MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND,

AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT."

This poem was written by a Marine. The following is his request. I think it is reasonable.

PLEASE. Would you do me the kind favor of sending this to as many people as you can? Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due to our U. S. service men and women for our being able to celebrate these festivities. Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe. Make people stop and think of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed themselves for us. Please, do your small part to plant this small seed.



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Friday, November 23, 2007

Eluena
Yesteryears of yesterdays

Amidst the stormy heaven fell a blazing inferno of elaborate sun, stretched upon the canvas of sky as a single streak of fire falling from the heavens rapidly towards the everlasting earth washed fresh in midsummer’s cried tears. Farm land greeted the gentle eyes, dotted with ages of barns and forgotten sanctuaries. This is how it all started.

As the fallen star fell from the sky, it’s descent was witnessed by a bothered woman with emerald eyes and brilliant ebony hair in which was reflected the glory of the moon herself; silvery beams of brilliance subtly hinted in tears of fabric sewed together carelessly to make a makeshift tunic which hung limply on the beautiful woman’s graceful shoulders. Her mouth, such a delicate thing or peach red, twisted firmly into lines of worry as she raced swiftly against the wind towards the endless falling object, reaching it’s destination just moments before it pelted into the earth with a sickening cry of despair and pain.

For leagues across, the shriek which accompanied the fallen fires contact with the earth, could be heard in painful remembrance, though no one but that single woman was there to hear the cry; her arms working quickly to come to the aid of the poor creature.

Tears echoed from her eyes and she could not hold the gasp and pause as the dissipating dust opened to reveal the fiery wings and blazing feathers of a phoenix.
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Seven long weeks, seven days split seven and then split into nights when the silver ruler would glance upon the realm from her blankets if wispy clouds and cast dancing shadows of darkness upon all she gazed. But only moments of knowing the truth.

The strong ebony haired woman, so string and caring, was crying mournfully upon the banister post of the old country cottage surrounded by bubbling brook and washed stones, the same farmland, the same scenery from which she had rescued what was later discovered to be a phoenix. Oh how the world works in mysterious ways.

This woman had always know her fate, for it had been implanted in her mind by the great ones to ensure her knowledge of what was destined to be seen as good in the almighty eyes of gazers; to ensure the protection and proper use of magic and it’s elements. And this, as she sorrowfully knew, was not part of her fate, though she wished badly enough to allow herself to be caught in the act of sin against magic, a sin against the lost prophecy stored into her expanding mind. For she was in love. As I said, this is how it started.

So powerful in the happenstance of requiring hidden knowledge remained the last shape shifter of phoenix race, his blood concentrated across dieing lines of blood, the last almighty power bestowed in him. A vessel to power, a vessel to her heart. But to allow herself such foolishness would surely bring damnation upon the world on which she was to protect. Could she allow herself this one last indulgence before she flied gracefully from this realm with her pride intact?

As she cried silently, arms of tattooed strength wrapped lankly around her shuddering shoulders, the arms of a phoenix shape shifter which burned her soul with a single touch. This was how it progressed.

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She was crying again, tears of joy as the new born babe rested playfully in her arms of mothers grace, a baby of red hair and emerald eyes. From afar the unspoken father watched his love play with their child in the field of lavender, it hade been nearly a year since his initial meeting with the fair maiden and he would do everything in his power to protect the ones he loves.

But sometimes love and strength are not enough to fight against fate.

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She had returned to the bleak black, but with tears freshly painted upon her face, torment of the soul enclosed her but it seemed the uncompassionate seer was not through with torturing her with the lose of life just yet, and she was suspended in limbo as words, verse, and prose rose from the ground and spiraled about in intricate waves, visible but invisible, heard and felt.

And so became the tale
Of the phoenix and fair maiden
With child of blood and earth
Ending without fail
The bloody remains of haven
Lost with new rebirth

One cannot fight destiny
But I suppose it’s good
She chose to fight for her child
Of ivory and of he
An epic tale of all they could
Protect the memories of when they smiled

Thus prophecy arose
Of the sea singers rose
Finding the last heir
Of her spirit fair

When such a child is born
Such a fate assigned forlorn
But she will rise and end
The years of darkness then.

But ending only which was started
When returned was spirit parted
In plain knowledge of such
Upon the magicians mind a touch.

Three hence shall span the price
cut down in battle with mighty slice,
and such shall be the price
for the blood of second shall suffice.


Finally she was released from torment, but with so much more to her thoughts then wanted.


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