I had a different one before, but I broke it on the first day. So now, a month later, I get a new one. I have to think of a snazzy name for it.
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Saturday, May 24, 2008
How I spent half an hour.
This is a preface dealie for a story I might do. I might post it here as a serial thing, who knows. Constructive critisizm, please. :]
I. Beginning.
I remember, many years ago when I was a small girl, the first time I saw the Shadowseekers. The night had been dark, and winter was just settling in. A thick, white blanket of snow that had begun falling that morning was collected on the barren earth. The snow had dashed our village’s hope of a late winter season, which brought the bitter, unbearable coldness. Worse yet, the dense forest surrounding our town was impossible to get through; it was as if there was a giant wall cutting us off from the outside.
I was always so curious when I was a child. I got into everything and anything, not excluding the trouble it caused. I got into situations I wished now I would not have been a part of.
That night I was peering out of our window at the pasty hills. The glass of the window was only slightly frosted, but I knew better than to touch it for I would have frozen my hand. That was when I saw them.
They rode in the distance on midnight-colored horses, and it seemed as if a cloud of shade followed them. They were mesmerizing and so black in contrast to the bright, clean snow. I had heard the rumors about them; how they stole and sold souls, how they killed without mercy. But it was not us they were killing, no. The Shadowseekers saved us from the tyrannous rule of our King.
In truth, as I look back at it now it all seems so trite. I had looked, each day after that, for the Shadowseekers, but they did not return. I had heard from travelers that a rebellion in their organization had forced them apart to separate corners of Abeira.
In this time our ruler, King Niran, became iron-fisted. His cruelty was already known of around the land, but now he was a force to fear. Men were being executed for innocent reasons. I had heard one man had been hung because he had built a house in the King’s hunting forest, even though the King had claimed the man’s land as his own, leaving his family homeless. Another man was killed for stealing an apple for his young, starving daughter.
I watched for them each day until my twenty-first year, hoping, praying even, the Shadowseekers would come again. I waited and waited, scanning the hills beyond the village for the black horsemen. On the eve of my twenty-first birthday, I knew they would not return. That is, until, one evening, I was walking in our forests. That was the day I spotted a dark steed, and its equally dark companion…
I. Beginning.
I remember, many years ago when I was a small girl, the first time I saw the Shadowseekers. The night had been dark, and winter was just settling in. A thick, white blanket of snow that had begun falling that morning was collected on the barren earth. The snow had dashed our village’s hope of a late winter season, which brought the bitter, unbearable coldness. Worse yet, the dense forest surrounding our town was impossible to get through; it was as if there was a giant wall cutting us off from the outside.
I was always so curious when I was a child. I got into everything and anything, not excluding the trouble it caused. I got into situations I wished now I would not have been a part of.
That night I was peering out of our window at the pasty hills. The glass of the window was only slightly frosted, but I knew better than to touch it for I would have frozen my hand. That was when I saw them.
They rode in the distance on midnight-colored horses, and it seemed as if a cloud of shade followed them. They were mesmerizing and so black in contrast to the bright, clean snow. I had heard the rumors about them; how they stole and sold souls, how they killed without mercy. But it was not us they were killing, no. The Shadowseekers saved us from the tyrannous rule of our King.
In truth, as I look back at it now it all seems so trite. I had looked, each day after that, for the Shadowseekers, but they did not return. I had heard from travelers that a rebellion in their organization had forced them apart to separate corners of Abeira.
In this time our ruler, King Niran, became iron-fisted. His cruelty was already known of around the land, but now he was a force to fear. Men were being executed for innocent reasons. I had heard one man had been hung because he had built a house in the King’s hunting forest, even though the King had claimed the man’s land as his own, leaving his family homeless. Another man was killed for stealing an apple for his young, starving daughter.
I watched for them each day until my twenty-first year, hoping, praying even, the Shadowseekers would come again. I waited and waited, scanning the hills beyond the village for the black horsemen. On the eve of my twenty-first birthday, I knew they would not return. That is, until, one evening, I was walking in our forests. That was the day I spotted a dark steed, and its equally dark companion…
Ranting.
I hate school. I hate old people. I hate politics. I hate wrists. I hate people who hate things.
I have to march on Monday for the Memorial Day dealie the Veterans' Home is having. Whoop-de-freaking-do. We aren't even ready because loads of people are being stupid and not doing anything, or goofing off. I'm sick of these immature people.
The old people/politic anger is mostly irrational. I had to stay overnight with my family in Sun Prarie. My grandma, whose (no offence to her...) dumber than a box of rocks decides to bring up politics. My dad was trying to explain to her that what she was saying wasn't exactly right, but she wasn't having it.
I have a wrist support thing for my right wrist since it's cracking so much and it hurts. Problem is, 1) I write with that hand and 2) my left wrist is starting to hurt now.
I have to march on Monday for the Memorial Day dealie the Veterans' Home is having. Whoop-de-freaking-do. We aren't even ready because loads of people are being stupid and not doing anything, or goofing off. I'm sick of these immature people.
The old people/politic anger is mostly irrational. I had to stay overnight with my family in Sun Prarie. My grandma, whose (no offence to her...) dumber than a box of rocks decides to bring up politics. My dad was trying to explain to her that what she was saying wasn't exactly right, but she wasn't having it.
I have a wrist support thing for my right wrist since it's cracking so much and it hurts. Problem is, 1) I write with that hand and 2) my left wrist is starting to hurt now.
Friday, May 2, 2008
Katamari, stupidity, and impatience.
Three things I have.
My Katamari soundtrack came today. Soundtracks are yummy. (xD Alex) Two discs full of wonderful music. Problem is, it's not the one I want. The one I want (Picture here) was out of stock on Amazon, so I settled for this one. It's awesome, with two discs and DELICIOUS music. But it has none of the songs from the original Katamari game, which I have and want the soundtrack for. Now comes the long process of asking my dad to buy this one off of another site.
Meanwhile, the Katamari series game I ordered, We ♥ Katamari, didn't come yet. I have to wait another day. Ugh.
My Katamari soundtrack came today. Soundtracks are yummy. (xD Alex) Two discs full of wonderful music. Problem is, it's not the one I want. The one I want (Picture here) was out of stock on Amazon, so I settled for this one. It's awesome, with two discs and DELICIOUS music. But it has none of the songs from the original Katamari game, which I have and want the soundtrack for. Now comes the long process of asking my dad to buy this one off of another site.
Meanwhile, the Katamari series game I ordered, We ♥ Katamari, didn't come yet. I have to wait another day. Ugh.
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