Title says it all, comments?!
If you have evidence built up against you, then the more you try to deny what you did, the more they don’t believe you.
I was roused out of my thoughts by a harsh, rapid knocking at my door. I dropped the knife with a squeal as the knocking had surprised me. I looked around quickly as if wondering if someone had seen what had just happened. I then shook my head at my weird paranoia and ran down the stairs to the person who was still beating the crap out of the door.
“Hello?”I called out hesitantly, scared to open the door because of all the people that it could be.
“Isabella. It’s the policeman from the murder. Officer Greggory?”Came a booming voice from the other side of the door. Had that been his name? How had I missed that? I quickly unlocked the door and smiled to the officer who was frowning back at me.
“Sorry that it took me a while to answer the door. I was resting,”I lied easily as though I had done it for some time now. Since when was I comfortable with lying?The frown on the officer’s face, if it could actually happen, got larger. I looked up to him wide, innocent eyes as he stared down at me with sorrowful eyes.
“Listen, Isabella, I know today is the funeral, but I need you to come with me,”He said and my heart sank to the floor. Oh, shit.
“Where are we going?”I asked as if I had no idea. Though I knew exactly where he would be taking me.
“You know exactly where. Now come on, Isabella,”He said and used his hand to beckon me towards the police car that was sitting in my drive way. I shook my head and suddenly bolted back further into the house after slamming the door with more strength than I had thought that I had. I heard the door slam open behind me, and I ran even faster into the kitchen. I knocked every single thing down as I ran. Lamps, tables, chairs, glasses, anything that I could get my hands on was thrown behind me to stop Officer Greggory from getting me. I didn’t even know why I was running as I slammed the back door behind me and started to run into the dark woods behind my house. The only thought that was going through my head was get away, get far far away.The thought scared me, it was as if it knew that I was guilty of something. To my knowledge, I wasn’t guilty of anything, was I? I leaned my back against a tree as I got deeper into the forest to catch my breath. My lungs burned as I breathed, and I was soaked head to toe from the rain that I didn’t even realize was falling. My body felt sore, not being accustomed to running at such a fast pace. I screamed as hands grabbed my wrists and pushed me onto my stomach on the ground. I tried to kick and squirm away, but the person on top of me weighed a lot. I felt metal at my wrists, and I felt like throwing up. I had just been handcuffed by Officer Greggory. I had been caught. It was all going to go down hill from there, I just knew it.
The ride to the police station was long and embarrassing. Officer Greggory was yelling at me about why I had ran if I was supposedly innocent. I felt like a child in trouble with their parents, and in theory, I was. Once we arrived at the station, I was literally shoved into an interrogation room by another officer. He wasn’t very nice at all because he also thought that I had offed my brother. According to all the glares I got, lots of people thought that I was guilty. Officer Greggory came in a few minutes later and took the cuffs off before telling me to sit in the chair near the table. I sat and watched as he did the same. He stared at me for a while before starting.
“Why did you kill him, Isabella? You were twins. Supposedly the best of friends. Why would you kill him?”He asked me with so much hate and regret in his voice that I shuddered. I stayed quiet, not wanting to answer all the questions. It was too much to think about. He sighed deeply at my silence and asked more questions.
“At least tell me why you ran,”He said softly as if coaxing a baby into doing something. I looked up at him with tears in my eyes. Maybe for once, I would finally tell the truth that I had hidden from everyone, even myself. Maybe I would finally tell them exactly what happened that morning.
“I was scared,”I answered truthfully. He looked amused at that.
“Why would you be scared?”He asked with a slight smile tugging at the edges of his lips.
“I was scared you would find out the truth,”I took a deep breath,”I was scared you would finally know what happened that morning, and that you would be mad, daddy.”
Monday, June 28, 2010
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Kayla-The Cold Hard Truth Part Eight.
This is part eight of The Cold Hard Truth. Hope you all enjoy it! (:
Paranoia can drive people crazy, but what if you already are crazy?
“Y-you were the last person to see I-isaac?”I asked with a stutter that I mentally cursed myself for having. Ruth’s face twisted into surprise. It was as if she didn’t mean for that little detail to slip out from between her lips. Maybe she really thought that I wasn’t paying attention.
“Yes, I guess I was. I mean, who else would’ve seen him after that?”She asked with worry coating her voice. Why was she so worried? Was she worried that I had found out her dirty little secret? Did she think that I thought that she killed my brother? Ruth bit her lip before more words started pouring from her mouth,”You don’t think that I killed Isaac? Do you? I wouldn’t kill him. I love him. Isabella, you have to believe that I love him, and that I would never kill him.” She grabbed me by my shoulders tightly. I winced in her grip before she continued with what she was saying,”Tell me that you believe that I would never kill him.”
“I believe that you would never kill him,”I said quietly with fear in my widened eyes. To my relief, she seemed to believe me and let go of her vice grip on my shoulders. She suddenly smiled at me as if nothing had happened.
“Good, because I don’t want you thinking that I caused this,”She said and started to leave my room before glancing back at me. “I’ll be talking to you later, Isabella,”She said before she walked out. She had voiced the words as if a threat was hidden in there somewhere.
“No,”I whispered to myself quietly,”Not a threat, a promise.” I shivered at the realization before standing from my bed. I stretched a little to wake up my limbs. I then walked to the bathroom before I stared at the closed door of my brother’s room. Crime scene tape was still on the door. I didn’t even read it as I opened the door slowly. I walked to my brother’s bed, and I suddenly shivered as a gust of wind flew into the room and looked to the open window. Why was it open? I walked slowly over to it and closed it before moving the latches so it was locked. I turned around only to be met face to face with my brother’s ghost.
“Look under the mattress,”Isaac told me in a deadpan voice. I was frozen in the spot that I was in. I couldn’t move at all. My brother seemed to notice this and hissed,”Do it!” I immediately started to walk over to the bed and looked to see that he was still there, watching me. I pushed the mattress aside and gasped softly at what was under it. A blood stained knife was lying there. I put my hand over my mouth and looked to my brother. His gaze was fixated on the knife. I looked back to it and reached out to touch it. I picked it up and held it in my hand.“Do you remember now?”My brother’s monotone voice snapped me out of my trance, and I looked to him.
“Remember what?”I asked with more confidence than I thought I had.
“Do you remember how you killed me?”He asked before he disappeared, leaving me to wonder why he kept thinking that I was the one to kill him.
Paranoia can drive people crazy, but what if you already are crazy?
“Y-you were the last person to see I-isaac?”I asked with a stutter that I mentally cursed myself for having. Ruth’s face twisted into surprise. It was as if she didn’t mean for that little detail to slip out from between her lips. Maybe she really thought that I wasn’t paying attention.
“Yes, I guess I was. I mean, who else would’ve seen him after that?”She asked with worry coating her voice. Why was she so worried? Was she worried that I had found out her dirty little secret? Did she think that I thought that she killed my brother? Ruth bit her lip before more words started pouring from her mouth,”You don’t think that I killed Isaac? Do you? I wouldn’t kill him. I love him. Isabella, you have to believe that I love him, and that I would never kill him.” She grabbed me by my shoulders tightly. I winced in her grip before she continued with what she was saying,”Tell me that you believe that I would never kill him.”
“I believe that you would never kill him,”I said quietly with fear in my widened eyes. To my relief, she seemed to believe me and let go of her vice grip on my shoulders. She suddenly smiled at me as if nothing had happened.
“Good, because I don’t want you thinking that I caused this,”She said and started to leave my room before glancing back at me. “I’ll be talking to you later, Isabella,”She said before she walked out. She had voiced the words as if a threat was hidden in there somewhere.
“No,”I whispered to myself quietly,”Not a threat, a promise.” I shivered at the realization before standing from my bed. I stretched a little to wake up my limbs. I then walked to the bathroom before I stared at the closed door of my brother’s room. Crime scene tape was still on the door. I didn’t even read it as I opened the door slowly. I walked to my brother’s bed, and I suddenly shivered as a gust of wind flew into the room and looked to the open window. Why was it open? I walked slowly over to it and closed it before moving the latches so it was locked. I turned around only to be met face to face with my brother’s ghost.
“Look under the mattress,”Isaac told me in a deadpan voice. I was frozen in the spot that I was in. I couldn’t move at all. My brother seemed to notice this and hissed,”Do it!” I immediately started to walk over to the bed and looked to see that he was still there, watching me. I pushed the mattress aside and gasped softly at what was under it. A blood stained knife was lying there. I put my hand over my mouth and looked to my brother. His gaze was fixated on the knife. I looked back to it and reached out to touch it. I picked it up and held it in my hand.“Do you remember now?”My brother’s monotone voice snapped me out of my trance, and I looked to him.
“Remember what?”I asked with more confidence than I thought I had.
“Do you remember how you killed me?”He asked before he disappeared, leaving me to wonder why he kept thinking that I was the one to kill him.
Friday, June 25, 2010
Ruth- No Title Necessary.
Life. Pain. They’re intertwined. No matter how perfect you claim to be, you have had pain in your life before. Everyone has. Newborns, pregnant mothers, abused children, dying grandparents, this world is filled with pain. No one can understand it all. God blesses us with free will, but along with free will comes poor and cruel minds and choices. Humans are corrupted by power. We shoot each other, fall into our friend’s arms, pretend to love for sex. We’re a mess. We kill ourselves with knifes, machinery, medicine used to heal you. It’s crap, it’s shit, it sucks. It’s life.
Then, there’s the light. There’s the sun in the darkness of clouds. When humans are proven worthy to live on this gorgeous Earth. We created sounds of joy and amusement out of wood and metal. We use our voices to create songs and glorious music. We help the homeless, the poor. We move to the steps of the world, yet we are all important in God’s sight. God looks out for all of us. He loves us all.
“Behold, a woman in the city, which was a sinner, when she knew that Jesus sat at meat in the Pharisee’s house, brought an alabaster box of ointment and stood at his feet behind him weeping. She began to wash his feet with tears and wipe them with the hairs of her head. She kissed his feet and anointed them with the ointment. Now when the Pharisee which had bidden him saw it, he spoke within himself saying, ‘This man, if he were a prophet, would have known who and what manner of woman this is that touchs him: She is a sinner.’ Jesus answered him, ‘Simon, I have somewhat to say unto thee. There was a certain creditor which had two debtors: the one owed five hundred pence, and the other fifty. And when they had nothing to pay, he frankly them both. Tell me therefore, which of them will love him most?’ Simon answered, ‘I suppose the one to whom he forgave most.’ Jesus said to him, ‘Thou hast rightly judged.’ He turned to the woman, and said unto Simon, ’Do you see this woman? I entered into thine house, thou gavest me no water for my feet: but she hath washed my feet with tears, and wiped them with the hairs of her head. Thou gavest me no kiss: but this woman since the time I came in hath not ceased to kiss my feet. My head with oil thou didst not anoint: but this woman hath anointed my feet with ointment. Wherefore I say unto thee, her sins, which are many, are forgiven; for she loved much: but to whom little is forgiven, the same love little.’ Jesus said to the woman, ’Thy sins are forgiven.’ Those sitting at the table with him began to say within themselves, ‘Who is this that forgiveth sins also?’ Jesus said to the woman, ‘Thy faith hath saved thee; go in peace.’
I think that story tells it all.
**EXTRA:
I did this post because yesterday my aunt said I would make an excellent preacher. I decided to try acting like one. I don’t think I’m quite ready, of course, but it would be fun, and I love God, so. I’ll think about it. And also, if you are not Christian, I do not apologize. I'm just voicing my opinion. :D Thanks.
Then, there’s the light. There’s the sun in the darkness of clouds. When humans are proven worthy to live on this gorgeous Earth. We created sounds of joy and amusement out of wood and metal. We use our voices to create songs and glorious music. We help the homeless, the poor. We move to the steps of the world, yet we are all important in God’s sight. God looks out for all of us. He loves us all.
“Behold, a woman in the city, which was a sinner, when she knew that Jesus sat at meat in the Pharisee’s house, brought an alabaster box of ointment and stood at his feet behind him weeping. She began to wash his feet with tears and wipe them with the hairs of her head. She kissed his feet and anointed them with the ointment. Now when the Pharisee which had bidden him saw it, he spoke within himself saying, ‘This man, if he were a prophet, would have known who and what manner of woman this is that touchs him: She is a sinner.’ Jesus answered him, ‘Simon, I have somewhat to say unto thee. There was a certain creditor which had two debtors: the one owed five hundred pence, and the other fifty. And when they had nothing to pay, he frankly them both. Tell me therefore, which of them will love him most?’ Simon answered, ‘I suppose the one to whom he forgave most.’ Jesus said to him, ‘Thou hast rightly judged.’ He turned to the woman, and said unto Simon, ’Do you see this woman? I entered into thine house, thou gavest me no water for my feet: but she hath washed my feet with tears, and wiped them with the hairs of her head. Thou gavest me no kiss: but this woman since the time I came in hath not ceased to kiss my feet. My head with oil thou didst not anoint: but this woman hath anointed my feet with ointment. Wherefore I say unto thee, her sins, which are many, are forgiven; for she loved much: but to whom little is forgiven, the same love little.’ Jesus said to the woman, ’Thy sins are forgiven.’ Those sitting at the table with him began to say within themselves, ‘Who is this that forgiveth sins also?’ Jesus said to the woman, ‘Thy faith hath saved thee; go in peace.’
I think that story tells it all.
**EXTRA:
I did this post because yesterday my aunt said I would make an excellent preacher. I decided to try acting like one. I don’t think I’m quite ready, of course, but it would be fun, and I love God, so. I’ll think about it. And also, if you are not Christian, I do not apologize. I'm just voicing my opinion. :D Thanks.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Michael Jackson Tribute- Bethany Godfrey.
This was written by my very beautiful best friend Bethany Godfrey, after the death of Michael Jackson, she was devastated after his death, as where millions of people. Please take the time to read her tribute to him, because on Friday the 25th Michael Jackson passed away. Whenever you read this, please take the time to remember the King of Pop on the anniversary of his death.
Rest in peace.
Michael Joseph Jackson Tribute
A year ago today, the world stood still with the devastating news of the death of a megastar. He was the legend of his lifetime, whose achievements set records which will stand for eternity. His music touched millions and left marks in everybody’s hearts. From the early 70’s, his music was the soundtrack to most of our lives. With a life in the spotlight and tabloids, there are many remaining unanswered questions about the controversy surrounding Michael’s untimely death. But after his passing, the world will continue to celebrate the fifty years of a genius, of a man who struck the world with his amazing talents, ground-breaking records, mesmerizing tours and performances, singles and albums. His sensational style and one of a kind dancing ability inspired millions around the world from the likes of Beyonce and Usher. Michael’s passion and dedication towards healing the world earnt him the title of the most charitable celebrity of all time. Let’s get one thing straight, Michael was not strange, having grown up in the eye of millions from the age of 4 he was automatically different. He was not weird; the things he had to deal with were weird. Michael was gifted with a talent that most of us would only dream of having, in so many ways Michael was always too good for this world and god needs to call his angels home sometimes. He had a voice like no other, he had a dancing ability never seen before, and he had a heart to die for. Not only that, he was the greatest entertainer to have ever hit the stage. There will never be anybody near as good as Michael Jackson ever again, and I will miss him every remaining day of my life. He is the legend, the hero, the icon that was and remains the king.
By Bethany Godfrey.
Thank you for reading.
Here is Bethany’s twitter- http://twitter.com/BethanylovesMJ.
Rest in peace.
Michael Joseph Jackson Tribute
A year ago today, the world stood still with the devastating news of the death of a megastar. He was the legend of his lifetime, whose achievements set records which will stand for eternity. His music touched millions and left marks in everybody’s hearts. From the early 70’s, his music was the soundtrack to most of our lives. With a life in the spotlight and tabloids, there are many remaining unanswered questions about the controversy surrounding Michael’s untimely death. But after his passing, the world will continue to celebrate the fifty years of a genius, of a man who struck the world with his amazing talents, ground-breaking records, mesmerizing tours and performances, singles and albums. His sensational style and one of a kind dancing ability inspired millions around the world from the likes of Beyonce and Usher. Michael’s passion and dedication towards healing the world earnt him the title of the most charitable celebrity of all time. Let’s get one thing straight, Michael was not strange, having grown up in the eye of millions from the age of 4 he was automatically different. He was not weird; the things he had to deal with were weird. Michael was gifted with a talent that most of us would only dream of having, in so many ways Michael was always too good for this world and god needs to call his angels home sometimes. He had a voice like no other, he had a dancing ability never seen before, and he had a heart to die for. Not only that, he was the greatest entertainer to have ever hit the stage. There will never be anybody near as good as Michael Jackson ever again, and I will miss him every remaining day of my life. He is the legend, the hero, the icon that was and remains the king.
By Bethany Godfrey.
Thank you for reading.
Here is Bethany’s twitter- http://twitter.com/BethanylovesMJ.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
MIXTAPE DROPPING
Dope Thoughts: Hail From Imagination Land [Drops July 5th] from Bobby Woody on Vimeo.
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The mixtape "Dope Thoughts: Hail From Imagination Land" Drops July 5th.
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Dillusional
Dope Thoughts
Insominac
The Prayer
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Monday, June 21, 2010
Kayla-The Cold Hard Truth Part Seven
Part seven, there is more Ruth in this one.
Sometimes we take the smallest of things, and we make it a huge deal when really, it meant nothing at all.
When I woke up, the first thing I was aware of was that I was no longer in the tent at the cemetery. I was in a bed. A soft, cozy bed that I just knew was mine. When I opened my eyes, I saw that I was right. I was in my room on my bed. I was still in my clothes that I had worn to the funeral.
“Oh, Isabella! You’re awake,”Ruth said with a small smile as she walked over to the bed that I laid on. Her eyes were full of tears and she had come from the bathroom, I could only guess that she had been in my brother’s room. I hadn’t dared to go in there since I discovered his body.
“What happened?”I asked in a hoarse voice that I could barely believe was mine. Ruth tucked some of her brown hair behind her ear before answering my question.
“You fainted. It was crazy there for a little while because everyone ran to you. Your grandmother was in hysterics till we told her that you were still breathing. You looked d-dead. I convinced her to still have the funeral, and I drove you and I back here,”She said and I noticed how she had stumbled over the word dead with some difficulty. She sighed before continuing,”I didn’t want to go anyways. I love Isaac, you know that, but I didn’t want to go to it. It would all just be too surreal, you know?” I gave a nod of my head. I knew exactly what she meant. Actually going to my brother’s funeral it different from just saying he was dead. Ruth was rambling about something, I wasn’t sure what. I felt bad for ignoring her, but I just didn’t want to listen to her talk about things when I was too busy thinking about my brother. Well, I wasn’t listening till I heard her say the words that sent a shiver of shock through my whole system,”I just hate knowing that I was the last to see him since I left that morning before your grandmother got up, so I could sneak out of the house.”
Sometimes we take the smallest of things, and we make it a huge deal when really, it meant nothing at all.
When I woke up, the first thing I was aware of was that I was no longer in the tent at the cemetery. I was in a bed. A soft, cozy bed that I just knew was mine. When I opened my eyes, I saw that I was right. I was in my room on my bed. I was still in my clothes that I had worn to the funeral.
“Oh, Isabella! You’re awake,”Ruth said with a small smile as she walked over to the bed that I laid on. Her eyes were full of tears and she had come from the bathroom, I could only guess that she had been in my brother’s room. I hadn’t dared to go in there since I discovered his body.
“What happened?”I asked in a hoarse voice that I could barely believe was mine. Ruth tucked some of her brown hair behind her ear before answering my question.
“You fainted. It was crazy there for a little while because everyone ran to you. Your grandmother was in hysterics till we told her that you were still breathing. You looked d-dead. I convinced her to still have the funeral, and I drove you and I back here,”She said and I noticed how she had stumbled over the word dead with some difficulty. She sighed before continuing,”I didn’t want to go anyways. I love Isaac, you know that, but I didn’t want to go to it. It would all just be too surreal, you know?” I gave a nod of my head. I knew exactly what she meant. Actually going to my brother’s funeral it different from just saying he was dead. Ruth was rambling about something, I wasn’t sure what. I felt bad for ignoring her, but I just didn’t want to listen to her talk about things when I was too busy thinking about my brother. Well, I wasn’t listening till I heard her say the words that sent a shiver of shock through my whole system,”I just hate knowing that I was the last to see him since I left that morning before your grandmother got up, so I could sneak out of the house.”
Meghan - "Is this an example of your finest work?"
This is a piece that I wrote for my english one teacher who retired this year. I was very sad to see him learn because he made me grow as a writer and a person. I have changed his name cause I really like my personal life to stay away from the internet at this point in time since I am a minor.On another note, My highschool uses a trimenster system, so we have 3 tris in a year. This also means you may have english 1st tri and 2nd tri or 1st and 3rd. Please leave any comments towards this. Or write something like this?
By first glance you know he's teached longer than you've been around. By the first day, you know how old school this man really is. It's more or less rhythm for this old man but to you this is new material. You come in everyday read or write for 20 minute blocks. If you're reading, he is too. If you're writing an essay or paragraph, so is he. Which is what really got me first, but not as much as he would wipe the board clean every time. Even if this man had written the best paragraph in your freshman mind. It would be gone, and he doesn't write it down.
You're suppose to come out of English IA and B with knowledge of plot lines, charcter deelopment, short stories, and novels. And two classics. But really I learned more from this wise teacher.
Yet again, I've never had a teacher like him or ever will because he is one of a kind. I've never been told to shut up in his class. Never once, even if I had jumped into him talking, which I did several times, which still shocks me? He has always been polite and respectful even when I was at my rudest. Which I seemed to be.
Respectful. I take this with me on my next three years of Highschool. Treat other how you would be treated. Therefore I want to be treated with respect.
Reasonability. This is something I lack in. I'm always full of excuses. I've learned that it's me. Me, as the student to take responabilty in my work.
Pride and value. Take pride in my work. To always turn in my best example of finest. So I can be proud. I say value. To value not loose or wait to do it.
So, Mr. English teacher what else have you taught me? Beside what I got by sitting in your class , the days I was here.
I know this isn't best educator or an award but it's an honset thank you. Thank you for what I learned this year from you. Thank you for improvig me as a writer and a person. Most of all, thank you for putting up with me everyday. All the stuff I've pulled and everything. You will be greatly missed by me, but you have influenced me to try as hard as I can because the reward is how you feel when you want to turn in that essay or project. Thank you.
This would be an example of my "best" work.
Sindearly
Meghan
Sunday, June 20, 2010
David - Chip and Tim
“I’m getting out of here no matter what,” said Chip a determined smile. Chip was born in a potato chip factory in Idaho. Two weeks after his potato chip package was open he got lost under the green couch in the Thomson’s house. Chip’s friend was a cookie named Tim.
“Hey what are you doing?” asked Tim. Tim was a Chip’s Ahoy cookie. One week ago he got lost under the couch too.
“Making a plan to get out from under here,” Chip answered. “If the boy for school leaves on Monday then…” but before Chip could finish what he was about to Tim interrupted.
“Then we can get out of here,” Tim said excitedly. This was most likely the first smart moment chip would ever have in his short live.
“Correct,” Chip said, “that gives us fifteen minuets I think.”
“What can I do?” Tim asked.
“Well first we need to see if I am right and it takes take the humans fifteen minuets,” said Chip.
That morning Chip and Tim waited form the boy and his mom to leave.
“Wow it took just thirdly minuets,” Tim said.
“So I have thirdly to set the trap. I mean plan in to motion,” said Chip with a sly grin.
Tim thought his friend would use him as bait. Just for quick moment then he knew that his friend would never do something like that. Tim was wrong.
“Are you ready?” asked Chip
“Yes, but why do I have to sit on the plate?” asked Tim.
“Just sit on it ok,” said Chip. The second the door was opened Chip ran to the door and to his freedom. Unfortunately the boy ran over chip and ran to Tim.
“Chip, help!” but Tim’s cry would never get answered.
Tim and Chip took a one-way trip to haven. Poor Tim had a fate worse than death being eating alive. Chip had a slow and painful death when he got crushed.
Kayla-The Cold Hard Truth Part Six
Part six has a new character that we all should know or at least heard of, Ruth. She's an awesome writer on this blog, who I have known for about two or three years now. I hope you all like it. :)
Schizophrenia makes it difficult to tell the difference between real and unreal experiences. So what if all of us have schizophrenia? What if none of this is actually real?
“Did you just say Isaac?”Asked a deep voice from behind me. I jumped up off the cold, hard ground to my older brother, Aaron. He looked like he could be mine and Isaac’s missing triplet. He had our blonde hair and blue eyes, so everyone knew we were related. There was no missing the family resemblance.
“This is his grave,”I said in a shaky voice trying to hide the fact that I had just seen my dead twin brother’s ghost who had told me that I had killed him when I knew for a fact that I hadn’t. He nodded, understanding taking over his features. He had on an all black tuxedo that looked nice on him.
“Come on, Isabella. You need to get out of this weather,”He took my hand and started to lead me away from Isaac’s grave. I looked to the sky having not noticed that it had started to drizzle lightly.
“Even the sky is crying,”I said quietly earning me a confused look. He had never understood my way of thinking which was very unfortunate. Once he had lead us to a huge tent, he let go of my hand. Dropping it quickly as if my hand had burned his. I ignored it and looked around the crowded tent. Almost everyone I had ever met was there. Old teachers, friends, distant relatives, people I were barely even acquainted with, all of them had shown up for my brother’s funeral. My heart lurched for my brother’s girlfriend, Ruth, who was currently crying in a corner of the tent. It had been obvious that the two were in love, and now he was gone. I looked to the opening of the tent as the policeman who had questioned me walked in. My eyes widened in surprise as I watched him walk to my grandmother and offer his condolences. I turned away only to be face to face with my dead brother again.
“Why did you kill me?”He asked and it was the last thing I heard before my eyes rolled to the back of my head, and I fainted.
Schizophrenia makes it difficult to tell the difference between real and unreal experiences. So what if all of us have schizophrenia? What if none of this is actually real?
“Did you just say Isaac?”Asked a deep voice from behind me. I jumped up off the cold, hard ground to my older brother, Aaron. He looked like he could be mine and Isaac’s missing triplet. He had our blonde hair and blue eyes, so everyone knew we were related. There was no missing the family resemblance.
“This is his grave,”I said in a shaky voice trying to hide the fact that I had just seen my dead twin brother’s ghost who had told me that I had killed him when I knew for a fact that I hadn’t. He nodded, understanding taking over his features. He had on an all black tuxedo that looked nice on him.
“Come on, Isabella. You need to get out of this weather,”He took my hand and started to lead me away from Isaac’s grave. I looked to the sky having not noticed that it had started to drizzle lightly.
“Even the sky is crying,”I said quietly earning me a confused look. He had never understood my way of thinking which was very unfortunate. Once he had lead us to a huge tent, he let go of my hand. Dropping it quickly as if my hand had burned his. I ignored it and looked around the crowded tent. Almost everyone I had ever met was there. Old teachers, friends, distant relatives, people I were barely even acquainted with, all of them had shown up for my brother’s funeral. My heart lurched for my brother’s girlfriend, Ruth, who was currently crying in a corner of the tent. It had been obvious that the two were in love, and now he was gone. I looked to the opening of the tent as the policeman who had questioned me walked in. My eyes widened in surprise as I watched him walk to my grandmother and offer his condolences. I turned away only to be face to face with my dead brother again.
“Why did you kill me?”He asked and it was the last thing I heard before my eyes rolled to the back of my head, and I fainted.
Friday, June 18, 2010
David - The School Odyssey: Book 5 The End
Our hero got to his feet and walk past many different rooms, but with out supplies he would never make it so he stopped at a room.
The second he entered a woman maybe the age of 17 greeted him, “ I am Calypso the goddess of this room.”
“I am Odysseus please give me food and water.”
“Why should I help you?”
“I have traveled far to see your beauty.”
“Really,” she bit her lip thinking if it was a a lie or not, “Bring him food and water.”
“Were are you going,” she said flipping her blond her over her shoulder.
He wanted to stay but he must go on, “No were. I am staying.” He could not resist staying.
Many minutes pasted but the hero stayed forgetting his journey and forgetting about seeing Penelope in homeroom. Until Hermes came with word from Zeus.
“Calypso,” said Hermes, “I have news from Zeus.”
“Then say it.”
“He said let Odysseus go.”
“No! I can’t.”
“It came from the big man himself.”
“If that is so then I will free him,” she said as she walked to Odysseus.
“What do you want oh beautiful Calypso,” said Odysseus
“You are free.”
“Why is your voice so cold.”
“You are free leave me. Go now.”
“Ok I’ll leave,” said Odysseus he walked pasted Calypso opened the door and walked out. The he popped his head in the doorway and said, “Hermes you coming.”
“Yeah.” As they left Poseidon’s halls seemed less hard to navigate through.
“Odysseus I must leave you here,” said Hermes as they reached the homerooms door.
“Thanks man,” said Odysseus walked to the door then a voice spoke.
“Odysseus,” it said then it got louder, “Odysseus.”
“What,” said the hero.
“Time to wake up,” with those words the hero’s world dissolved around him. He sat up in bed.
“Oh you are awake now. It is time for school,” said Odysseus’ mother.
Breaking down the door never felt so hard.
This is a horrible first post to contribute to this blog with. I'm sorry!
I promise, I'll write something fantastic soon enough.
Anyways.
Thursday night, I spent my evening conversing with an amazing singer by the name of Brendan Rivera. I felt kind of sad while talking to him about his music because he told me he had given up on all hope of making money. He said he would be poor forever, which is honestly depressing to consider. This man is.. Simply fantastic, if I may say so myself. I could sit here and tell you everything that goes through my mind, or every reason as to why I like every one of his songs that I have in my iTunes playlists. His voice doesn’t change. It sounds the same all the way through. No auto tune or any of that bullshit. No cursing, no screaming. Just music. If you could check out his music, that would make you more amazing than you already are.
Listen to his music on these sites;
Purevolume.com/BrendanRivera
Myspace.com/BrendanRiveraMusic
and BrendanRivera.Bandcamp.com
Also, on Bandcamp, you can donate a bit of money
to him and get his album "Body Of Land". Or, if you click
on the other discography, you can get two of his old songs
for free.
Interested in merchandise?
BrendanRivera.BigCartel.com
You can also preview and buy his album on iTunes. Just search “Brendan Rivera”.
You guys are amazing if you help out with this. Well.. Even if you don’t, you’re amazing for even reading this. If you consider listening to him or buying merch, that makes you amazing, too. Thank you, so much. ♥
I promise, I'll write something fantastic soon enough.
Anyways.
Thursday night, I spent my evening conversing with an amazing singer by the name of Brendan Rivera. I felt kind of sad while talking to him about his music because he told me he had given up on all hope of making money. He said he would be poor forever, which is honestly depressing to consider. This man is.. Simply fantastic, if I may say so myself. I could sit here and tell you everything that goes through my mind, or every reason as to why I like every one of his songs that I have in my iTunes playlists. His voice doesn’t change. It sounds the same all the way through. No auto tune or any of that bullshit. No cursing, no screaming. Just music. If you could check out his music, that would make you more amazing than you already are.
Listen to his music on these sites;
Purevolume.com/BrendanRivera
Myspace.com/BrendanRiveraMusic
and BrendanRivera.Bandcamp.com
Also, on Bandcamp, you can donate a bit of money
to him and get his album "Body Of Land". Or, if you click
on the other discography, you can get two of his old songs
for free.
Interested in merchandise?
BrendanRivera.BigCartel.com
You can also preview and buy his album on iTunes. Just search “Brendan Rivera”.
You guys are amazing if you help out with this. Well.. Even if you don’t, you’re amazing for even reading this. If you consider listening to him or buying merch, that makes you amazing, too. Thank you, so much. ♥
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Hannah-May- Trivial Things
Trivial Things
If it wasn’t your demonic heart
thump
thump
thump
It was your triumphant smile
You stood there with your fingers coiled
Coiled around my heart
I could see it thumping
A token of my gratitude
Sometimes I wondered
If maybe you would feel
Or maybe even notice my disappearance
Murder my ego
Puncture my being
But you will never
See me cry
Over trivial things
Like you
Come and gaze at the girl, with her heart in her hand- Hannah May
Seeing you lying there helplessly
Jerking from the pain being exerted from the demon deep within your soul
Kills me until I want to rip my heart out from my chest.
So the whole world can laugh at me like a side-show,
At an old travelling gypsy circus.
Come and gaze
At the girl
With her heart in her hand
It makes me question god and his so called holy light
Isn’t he supposed to guide us?
Isn’t he a divine being that protects all of humanity?
Cruel
Bloodthirsty
Conniving
Hypocritical
Humanity
Then I realize that this isn’t down to god
This belongs to Mother Nature
With her hair like woven silk
Her wild devious nature
Her deep forest green eyes, representing either
Luck or Envy
As I watch you cry out with tears of overwhelming sadness
I can’t help but ponder
Mother Nature, why do you choose who
Lives
And
Who
Dies?
Life isn’t a ball game with winners and losers
When either side knows they could lose.
Life is filled with fighters.
Who will wrestle with you till the end
If you try and take us before our time.
Oh God, oh Mother Nature
When will you learn?
These are our lives
& Other.Peoples.Lives
That you are messing with
Don’t take what you can’t afford
Trust me, if you even try and take her from me
I won’t let her go without a fight.
Jerking from the pain being exerted from the demon deep within your soul
Kills me until I want to rip my heart out from my chest.
So the whole world can laugh at me like a side-show,
At an old travelling gypsy circus.
Come and gaze
At the girl
With her heart in her hand
It makes me question god and his so called holy light
Isn’t he supposed to guide us?
Isn’t he a divine being that protects all of humanity?
Cruel
Bloodthirsty
Conniving
Hypocritical
Humanity
Then I realize that this isn’t down to god
This belongs to Mother Nature
With her hair like woven silk
Her wild devious nature
Her deep forest green eyes, representing either
Luck or Envy
As I watch you cry out with tears of overwhelming sadness
I can’t help but ponder
Mother Nature, why do you choose who
Lives
And
Who
Dies?
Life isn’t a ball game with winners and losers
When either side knows they could lose.
Life is filled with fighters.
Who will wrestle with you till the end
If you try and take us before our time.
Oh God, oh Mother Nature
When will you learn?
These are our lives
& Other.Peoples.Lives
That you are messing with
Don’t take what you can’t afford
Trust me, if you even try and take her from me
I won’t let her go without a fight.
David - The School Odyssey: Book 4 Danger Is Up Ahead
“We have returned. What should we do next Circe,” said Odysseus.
“Listen to me Odysseus you must walk near the choir room were the sirens are. Put your earbuds in your ears and turn the music on high because the sirens will keep you in their room and you will never make it to homeroom. If you want to hear it have your men tie you and drag you through the halls. After that you will have to pass Scylla. Scylla is a group of your crew member’s little sisters. Do not try and fight them because they will just take six more of your crew members. Remember my words or you will never reach homeroom.”
“Got it. Pass the sirens and do not attack Scylla.”
“Ok,” said Circe, “Go Fast Odysseus go to homeroom.”
With his crew Odysseus walked to homeroom. He told his crew everything but the part about not attacking Scylla . As the halls turned left and right Odysseus wondered how long it would take to get to homeroom.
“Sir we are near the hallway with the sirens,” said Jim.
“Put in your earbuds turn on the music then tie me up.” They did as Odysseus said.
As they dragged the hero passed the sirens our hero yelled, “Set me free. Set me free fools.” He tried to untie the ropes, but he failed. He screamed at the crew , but they could not hear him. His body jerked as if it too wanted to get to the sound.
They passed the sirens and untied their leader. A moment of rage came over him , but it passed because he no longer could hear the sound or remember it.
“Wow thank the gods that is over,” said Odysseus.
“Sir we are coming up on the Scylla,” said Bob.
“Not a moment of rest just how I like it.”
The little girls hugged and kissed the crew member. They tried to fight them off, but the took more and more of the crew members. The girls made threats about telling there mothers that they would not play with them and thus getting the boys grounded.
Odysseus ran knowing that he might survive. He was right only he survived.
With no energy left in the hero he slept and hoped the last bit to homeroom would not be as hard.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Kayla-The Cold Hard Truth Part 5
This is part 5, as you can tell by the title. I hope you enjoy it.
Ghosts are something people rarely believe in. They like to believe that their loved ones don’t stay around for awhile, but what if they do?
I always used to record the news on my DVR, so when I was searching through it I of course found the news from the day my brother had been murdered. Without giving it much thought, I started it.
A pretty women who appeared to be in her early thirties came on the television screen in a pink suit. Her face looked serious as if what she was fixing to say would ruin the whole world, but I knew it was something that ruined my world not everyone else’s.
“Our beloved town was struck with sorrowful news today. Isaac Northfield, 15 years old, was brutally murdered in his home this morning. Isaac’s twin sister, Isabella, and his grandmother were also in the house when the murder took place, but they say that they never heard a thing.”
My mouth set in a hard line as my anger boiled. She made it seem like either I or my grandmother had murdered him! How dare they accuse us of such things! They don’t even know the story!
“Isabella, turn off the damn thing, won’t you?”My grandmother yelled from her room upstairs. We still lived in our same house, but we weren’t allowed to walk into my brother’s old room. I don’t know why they think we would want to anyways. I turned the television off like she said and stood from the couch. I walked up the stairs to my room slowly savoring every step as if it was my last. Once in my room I turned on the lights that weren’t even needed as the bright sun shone through the curtains over my window. I looked to the full length mirror hanging on my wall. I was wearing a black dress that went to my knees with little straps. I had put on a black cardigan over that, and my shoes were black as well. My blonde hair shone out from all the black that I had on. Today was my brother’s funeral. Today my brother would be buried with the rest of the dead. I gave myself one more glance before walking back down stairs to see my grandma in all black as well with her cigarette already lit. My brother had been killed four days ago. Four long days without my twin brother’s jokes and smiles. I missed him more than I ever thought I would if he died, and so did my grandma. She pushed me out the door and to the car. I sat next to her and played with my fingers as I stared out the window at all the things my brother would never see again. The car ride to the cemetery was short, and we made it there before anyone else. My grandmother walked over to the man that ran the cemetery, and I searched for my brother’s tombstone. I sighed softly when I found it in the ground with the name Isaac Daniel Northfield on it. I sank to my knees not caring if grass stained my dress and I traced his name with my finger tip. The wind blew softly and my hair lifted off my shoulders. I looked up from the tombstone and I was staring at a ghost that was currently pointing at me. His wounds were all over his body, and his skin was deathly pale while his lips were blue.
“Isaac,”I barely managed to murmur out before he appeared closer to me, his finger still pointing at me.
“You killed me,”My dead brother’s ghost said with anger raging in his eyes
Ghosts are something people rarely believe in. They like to believe that their loved ones don’t stay around for awhile, but what if they do?
I always used to record the news on my DVR, so when I was searching through it I of course found the news from the day my brother had been murdered. Without giving it much thought, I started it.
A pretty women who appeared to be in her early thirties came on the television screen in a pink suit. Her face looked serious as if what she was fixing to say would ruin the whole world, but I knew it was something that ruined my world not everyone else’s.
“Our beloved town was struck with sorrowful news today. Isaac Northfield, 15 years old, was brutally murdered in his home this morning. Isaac’s twin sister, Isabella, and his grandmother were also in the house when the murder took place, but they say that they never heard a thing.”
My mouth set in a hard line as my anger boiled. She made it seem like either I or my grandmother had murdered him! How dare they accuse us of such things! They don’t even know the story!
“Isabella, turn off the damn thing, won’t you?”My grandmother yelled from her room upstairs. We still lived in our same house, but we weren’t allowed to walk into my brother’s old room. I don’t know why they think we would want to anyways. I turned the television off like she said and stood from the couch. I walked up the stairs to my room slowly savoring every step as if it was my last. Once in my room I turned on the lights that weren’t even needed as the bright sun shone through the curtains over my window. I looked to the full length mirror hanging on my wall. I was wearing a black dress that went to my knees with little straps. I had put on a black cardigan over that, and my shoes were black as well. My blonde hair shone out from all the black that I had on. Today was my brother’s funeral. Today my brother would be buried with the rest of the dead. I gave myself one more glance before walking back down stairs to see my grandma in all black as well with her cigarette already lit. My brother had been killed four days ago. Four long days without my twin brother’s jokes and smiles. I missed him more than I ever thought I would if he died, and so did my grandma. She pushed me out the door and to the car. I sat next to her and played with my fingers as I stared out the window at all the things my brother would never see again. The car ride to the cemetery was short, and we made it there before anyone else. My grandmother walked over to the man that ran the cemetery, and I searched for my brother’s tombstone. I sighed softly when I found it in the ground with the name Isaac Daniel Northfield on it. I sank to my knees not caring if grass stained my dress and I traced his name with my finger tip. The wind blew softly and my hair lifted off my shoulders. I looked up from the tombstone and I was staring at a ghost that was currently pointing at me. His wounds were all over his body, and his skin was deathly pale while his lips were blue.
“Isaac,”I barely managed to murmur out before he appeared closer to me, his finger still pointing at me.
“You killed me,”My dead brother’s ghost said with anger raging in his eyes
David - The School Odyssey:Book 3 The Beautiful Sub Circe
Now the crew landed near a room. the crew was tired so Odysseus told two crew members to check the room out.
“Ok me and Jim will check this out,” said Bob.
“Fine I’ll go,” said Jim not too happy that he was chosen.
The crew members walked off in to the room. The room was large and fill with animals. The animals did not attack bob and Jim in fact the dogs licked them and jumped on them.
“Who are you two,” said a woman in her 20s she was very beautiful but had a dangerous way about her.
“We are Bob and Jim,” said Bob blown away by her beauty.
“Well I am Circe,” said Circe, “Here have a soda.” She handed them to sodas that were opened.
The sodas tasted weird and before the eyes of the two crew members they turned into dogs.
***
“Were are those two,” Odysseus said.
“Dunno, they most likely chickened out,” said one crew member.
“I don’t think so. I am going after After them,” said the hero.
“Wait don’t go in there. The person who lives in there is named Circe and she is a witch. She can turn humans into animals.”
“Who are you and how do you know this.”
“I am Hermes the messenger and the big man Zeus himself told me to tell you. He is going to help you with your quest. By giving you this a magical plant called Molly.”
“Ok I believe you thanks Hermes.” Odysseus walked into the room with the magical Molly in his cheeks. The dogs licked him but our hero knew they were men once.
“Oh who are you,” said the witch.
“I am Odysseus the great.”
“Here have this soda.”
After drinking the soda the soda he stood up and said, “Here this Circe I want my men back and you tricks will not work on me.”
“Oh greatest of men,” said Circe with a wave of her hand two dogs turned into Bob and Jim.
“Ok i have turn them back into humans. So why not stay here with you crew.”
“No tricks. And I’ll stay here maybe two minutes.” So our great hero told his crew that they would rest in Circe’s room so they packed up and walked in.
Ten minutes later
“Odysseus we should leave. Have you forgotten your quest? You know get to homeroom were your girl friend is waiting.” said Bob.
“No I have not. We have only been here a few minutes,” said Odysseus.
“Ha. You have been here ten minutes. Time has no meaning in my room.”
“Oh no. We must leave to goto homeroom.” Odysseus said.
“If only if only it was that simple. You must goto dentition and hear the wise words of Tiresias.”
David - Space transmissions
This is a series of transmission sent by one Caption Kerk. This is one of the many series of transmissions used by the used by the galactic federation to teach children of the humans race.
Week 1
We have established communication with the alien race tat calls them selves the Elites. These creatures have agreed to trade our copper and aluminum for their N2 and H2.
END OF TRANSMISSION
Week 2
The mining has gone great we will be able to sell enough to get the right amount of air to simulate the air on Earth . The people that came with us are all most built for mining.
END OF TRANSMISSION
Week 3
People have gone missing the federation will have my ass if they hear about this before I can fix it. Our hull has been cracked and is leaking out all our air and on top of that people have gone missing. A search party has gone out and the Elites have been contacted. I hope to God that they will help us.
END OF TRANSMISSION
Week 4
The search party has gone missing and the Elites have no interest in our problems. Meanwhile crack in the hull is getting bigger and bigger. If we if I do not solve this problem we could die.
END OF TRANSMISSION
Week 5
I have worked tirelessly to find the source of all our problems. And now that I have found it we begin to shake on our boots. We have landed on a planet filled with aliens like an Earth Megalodon. We will try to exterminate these creature with or with out the Elites.
END OF TRANSMISSION
Week 6
All attempts to kill them has failed. The attempts to kill it just piss it off. All the air has escape the hull. The plants are dead. I have one last attempt to solve this problem if I do not succeed then we will all die.
END OF LAST TRANSMISSION
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Kayla- Hospital.
Sickly white walls that entrap you in a small secluded room all your own, where all you can do is think and listen to sounds of the nurses out in the halls making plans and sometimes even talking of charts.
The smell of death and bleach all around you. It encases you in a cocoon of scents that suffocate your senses.
Monitors beeping, IVs dripping in a steady rhythm, televisions blasting, people laughing as if nothing bad is going on. As if no one is dying in the room right next to theirs.
Tasteless food sent to your small secluded room that you have to eat. It burns your tongue as you eat and leaves an after-taste of bitter regret.
Nurses that pretend to care, or sometimes not even pretending at all.
Distantly heard are cries coming from family members of the recently deceased.
At night, not being able to sleep. To give up your sweet control to the the people that could so easily kill you, so you stay awake and you think and listen to sounds of the last place that you wish to be. Because if anything, you can drown yourself in everything that is going on instead of focusing on why you are even there in the first place.
The smell of death and bleach all around you. It encases you in a cocoon of scents that suffocate your senses.
Monitors beeping, IVs dripping in a steady rhythm, televisions blasting, people laughing as if nothing bad is going on. As if no one is dying in the room right next to theirs.
Tasteless food sent to your small secluded room that you have to eat. It burns your tongue as you eat and leaves an after-taste of bitter regret.
Nurses that pretend to care, or sometimes not even pretending at all.
Distantly heard are cries coming from family members of the recently deceased.
David - The School Odyssey: Book 2 The Principal
Now the crew was tired and needed more food and rubber bands to fight off attackers. Poseidon seemed to know this and lead the crew to an office with an open door.
“Let’s rest here and stock up with supplies,”said a crew member.
“Plus there is a TV here,” said another.
“It looks as if Zeus is smiling on us,” said Odysseus as he entered the room. What a fool Odysseus was was. A few crew members stayed outside as guards.
After a few minutes the occupant came. He was as big as a house and he wore glasses. “Hey what are you doing in my office,” he said.
“What do you called yourself ,” are hero said avoiding the question.
“I am the Principal. And young man what is your name,” said the Principal.
“He is the great...” said on crew member.
“No One,” finished Odysseus.
“Thats not right...” said another crew member before being shut uped by the others.
“All right Mr. One. Why are you and your band of students doing in my office?”
“We needed a place to rest.”
“Do not lie to me,” said the Principal and with a wave of his hand two hall monitors came through the door a took away two of the crew. “As you can see I am very powerful give me a gift and i might forgive your lies. Or I could send you all to Hades’ detention.”
After much thought Odysseus asked his crew for all of their energy drinks. Meanwhile the principal locked the door so only he could open it.
“Here,” Odysseus said, “It would by rude not to drink them all.”
“Ok I will tell every one that no one is the best student.”
After a few minutes the Principal was asleep because of the sugar crash.
“Take his glasses so that he is blind,” said Odysseus
“Ok,” said a crew member.
When the principal woke up he could not see, “No, why did you blind me.”
“Sir,” said our hero in the voice of a hall monitor, “ unlock the door.”
“Ok,” said the blind man, “wait how do I know you not No One.”
“Well you out smarted him and he has asked to goto detention.”
“Ok then,” he said as he opened the door.
When the crew and Odysseus were free Odysseus said, “My name is Odysseus I bested you.”
“After him,” the blind man said. The hall monitors grabbed some of the boys but Odysseus was not one of them. He and his crew made their way to homeroom but his journey is not over .
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