Friday, June 17, 2005

Mood: annoyed Time: 12:06am Quote of the day: Forgotten are our dreams at night. Forgotten are we now. Forgotten we all will become unless we learn to shout. I am so very tired. After word last night. (which was fun I got to learn how to cook.) I went over to my friends house were they we having a party thing. Lets see, there was: Savannah, Kellie, Chelsie (spelled wrong I'm sure), Her two younger sisters, and Alisha. Chelsie was really the only one I talked to while I was there. But the longer I stay up the hyperer I get so I'm sure they all were hating me by the end of the night. mmm lets see. I was the last one to fall asleep because I just couldn't do it. and I was the first one to wake up. So lets see I probaly went to sleep at about 3am and got up a little after 5am =.=; I had to take my freind savannah home but I really didn't have that much gas. I'm surprized I even made it home. I have to get gas tonight when I go to work. Then I can home and slept for another 4 hours or so. I feel so much better lol. I finished the intro to my story. Would you like to read it? Immortal Games Prologue Deep in a wood somewhere on planet Jod resides a small house. Falling apart at the corners it looks barley livable. A window or two are broken and the foundation has sunk on one side tilting it to the left. A small garden struggles to grow on a side of this house. So over grown with weeds it is that it looks nearly dead. A man struggles trying to collect the harvest from it. Panting he lifts another vegetable from the tangle of vines. His gnarled hand places it in an old basket. As he leans over to pick another plant he notices a boy cloaked in black walking down his road, the only road that leads to town, to anywhere. Wearily the old man rose to his feet. His heart seemed to hurt as the boy came closer. A black hood covered the face, hiding it in shadow. “What brings you out this far traveler?” The old man asked. Without a word the boy removed a piece of paper from inside his cloak. Placing it in the other mans hand he spoke in a harsh whisper. “Have you ever seen this child.” Looking at the photo a memory came back to the old man. A memory of a young beautiful woman dressed in a nightgown. A memory full of sorrow… and pain. “I think so.” Replied the old man tiredly. “When.” Sighing deeply before answering, “She was my cousin, no my friend. I havn’t seen her since I was a boy.” He hands the photo back to the boy. Taking the photo back the boy pushes back his hood. The old man froze with fear at his eyes. An ice cold green as he had never seen before. As cold as the stars and infinite space above him. “But you remember her.” The boys’ eyes look deeply into the old man. He saw the memory of the girl, the sad story of this old man, and her not being here anymore. Glaring at the old man the boy spoke one last time. “You will meet her in death. I promise you that.” A whistling cut the air. A sound not easily forgotten, the sound of steel breaking bone. The old man falls backward with nothing but a short gasp of lifeless breath. Raising his hood back over his head the boy looked up at the now darkening sky. His vow of revenge echoing in his head and the loss he felt the day he made it. He leaves the old man in his pool of blood and walks back to the woods. His ship waits silently for him in the gathering darkness. Looking up one last time he grits his teeth. “Your end clik is coming, Anora.” That is all I have today. cya! xoxoxo ~Calla-san~ Comments (7) « Home