“Peace? What about peace?” Thought Oake. It meant nothing to him. He grew up in a world without peace.
“Peace is very important Oake.” Eavy’s voice echoed through his head.
“Peace, huh? I wouldn’t know anything about it. No one around here knows anything about peace.” Eavy was Oake’s older sister and she had died in the conflict between Oake’s clan, the Shattered Leaf, and their rivals, the Twisted Vine. Ever since Oake was born, they had been fighting. Now, Oake was all alone. His older sister became his caretaker when his parents died. His father died in a battle with the Twisted Vine village and his mother died from an illness when he was about 5 solar rounds. There was no one now.
“Peace, I don’t care about no stinking peace. I hope those Twisted Vine scum die!” He began to cry. “I-I don’t care about anything!” Overwhelmed by his sorrow, he fell into a deep sleep. He awoke to the sight of a girl around his age, 13 solar rounds, and found himself startled. “AAGH!” She giggled at his surprise. “Don’t laugh at me!” He yelled back.
“I’m not laughing at you silly. I’m laughing with you.” She giggled some more.
“Well, I’m not laughing.” Oake wasn’t in the mood to laugh, smile, or giggle.
“That’s not good, laughing makes you healthy.” She smiled at him. Even though Oake wasn’t in the mood to laugh or even smile, being with her made him feel better. “My name’s Alaquiane, what’s yours?”
“Oake.” A simple reply.
“Well, Oake, it was nice to meet you. I have to go now. These apples are driving me crazy.” Just then, Oake noticed the basket of apples she had in her hand. His stomach started to growl. “Oh my. You sound hungry. Here you go.” She kindly handed him an apple and then she walked away. Oake was alone again.
“Well, I shouldn’t just sit around waiting for something to happen.” He took a large bite from his apple and went about his (not so) merry way. Along the way, he came across two squirrels fighting over an acorn. One bit here, the other scratched there. Oake decided to break it up. After the squirrels had calmed down, he handed each of them an acorn.
“You two shouldn’t fight over one acorn. There are plenty to go around. One guppy in a lake full of trout isn’t worth drowning over.” After helping those two squirrels, Oake went about his (a little bit more) merry way. He kept walking through the forest until he came upon two foxes competing to reach the last apple on an apple tree. Neither could reach it and whenever one of them tried, the other would push them out of the way. Oake pulled them apart and told them that the only way they way would get it would be to work together. Inspired by his words, one fox climbed on the back of the other and they managed to get the apple. Oake took the apple and cut it in two. He handed a piece to each of them.
“A fraction of the work for half of the reward is better than twice the hassle for none of the prize.” Then, yet again Oake was on his (increasingly) merry way. As he continued to wander through the forest, he came across two little boys fighting over a toy.
“I want to play with it!” yelled one child, as he tugged.
“No, it’s mine!” yelled the other, as he tugged even harder. Unable to endure the struggle, a piece of the toy broke off. Heartbroken, the two youths fell to the ground crying. Oake rushed over to the two children and repaired their broken toy.
“Share your things young ones. Fighting over something is pointless, especially when you destroy what you desire in the process.” After helping those two children, Oake went about his very merry way. He continued to wander through the woods till he reached his village. He could hear fighting. When he went to see what was happening, he saw a girl about his age caught in a mob of angry villagers. A basket and a bundle of apples lay on the ground.
“Alaquiane!” Oake rushed to the middle of the mob and shielded her from the villagers. “Why are you hurting her?” asked a frustrated Oake.
“She’s from the Twisted Vine village!!!” replied the angry mob. Indeed, she was. Her father and her mother had died in a battle between the two rivaling clans and she was sent to stay with her uncle in the Shattered Leaf village. Unfortunately, he died as well and she continued to stay in his house, despite constant threats from the villagers.
“You idiots!!!” Infuriated, Oake began to berate their actions. “I’ve learned a lot through the many conflicts that I and many others have endured. It’s not worth anything to be in a constant state of conflict. Many have died due to our constant warring. Every single one of them died for nothing. We can’t let something so foolish destroy us. We must have peace.” Inspired by his encounters with the squirrels, the foxes and the little boys, Oake preached to his fellow villagers. He realized that peace really was important. In turn, the villagers were inspired by his words and they decided to make peace with the villagers of the Twisted Vine. They got along well and everyone lived happily ever after, especially Oake and Alaquiane.
Monday, December 1, 2008
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Shattered Leaves and Twisted Vines
“Peace? What about peace?” Thought Oake. It had no meaning to him. He grew up in a world without peace.
“Peace is very important Oake.” Eavy’s voice was echoing through his head.
“Peace, huh? I wouldn’t know anything about it. No one around here knows anything about peace.” Eavy was Oake’s older sister and she had died in the conflict between Oake’s clan, the Shattered Leaf, and their rivals, the Twisted Vine. Ever since Oake was born, they had been fighting. Now, Oake was left all alone. His older sister was left in charge of him when his parents died. His father had died in a battle with the Twisted Vine village and his mother died from an illness when he was about 5 solar rounds. He had no one now.
“Peace, I don’t care about no stinking peace. I hope those Twisted Vine scum die!” He began to cry. “I-I don’t care about anything!” Overwhelmed by his sorrow, he fell into a deep sleep. He awoke to the sight of a girl around his age, 13 solar rounds, and found himself startled. “AAGH!” She giggled at his surprise. “Don’t laugh at me!” He yelled back.
“I’m not laughing at you silly. I’m laughing with you.” She giggled some more.
“Well, I’m not laughing.” Oake wasn’t in the mood to laugh, smile, or giggle.
“That’s not good, laughing makes you healthy.” She smiled at him. Even though Oake wasn’t in the mood to laugh or even smile, being with her made him feel better. “My name’s Alaquiane, what’s yours?”
“Oake.” A simple reply.
“Well, Oake, it was nice to meet you. I have to go now. These apples are driving me crazy.” Just then, Oake noticed the basket of apples she had in her hand. His stomach started to growl. “Oh my. You sound hungry. Here you go.” She kindly handed him an apple and then she walked away. Oake was alone again.
“Well, I shouldn’t just sit around waiting for something to happen.” He took a large bite from his apple and went about his (not so) merry way. Along the way, he came across two squirrels fighting over an acorn. One bit here, the other scratched there. Oake decided to break it up. After the squirrels had calmed down, he handed each of them an acorn.
“You two shouldn’t fight over one acorn. There are plenty to go around. In the end, you both get hurt over something small and trivial. One guppy in a lake full of trout isn’t worth drowning over.” After helping those two squirrels, Oake went about his (a little bit more) merry way. He kept walking through the forest until he came upon two foxes competing to reach the last apple on an apple tree. Neither could reach it and whenever one of them tried, the other would push them out of the way. Oake pulled them apart and told them that the only way they way would get it would be to work together. Inspired by his words, one fox climbed on the back of the other and they managed to get the apple. Oake took the apple and cut it in two. He handed a piece to each of them.
“A fraction of the work for half of the reward is better than twice the hassle for none of the prize.” Then, yet again Oake was on his (increasingly) merry way. As he continued to wander through the forest, he came across two little boys fighting over a toy.
“I want to play with it!” yelled one child, as he tugged.
“No, it’s mine!” yelled the other, as he tugged even harder. Unable to endure the struggle, a piece of the toy broke off. Heartbroken, the two youths fell to the ground crying. Oake rushed over to the two children and repaired their broken toy.
“Share your things young ones. Fighting over something is pointless, especially when you destroy what you desire in the process.” After helping those two children, Oake went about his very merry way. He continued to wander through the woods till he reached his village. He could hear fighting. When he went to see what was happening, he saw a girl about his age caught in a mob of angry villagers. A basket and a bundle of apples lay on the ground.
“Alaquiane!” Oake rushed to the middle of the mob and shielded her from the villagers. “Why are you hurting her?” asked a frustrated Oake.
“She’s from the Twisted Vine village!!!” replied the angry mob. Indeed, she was. Her father and her mother had died in a battle between the two rivaling clans and she was sent to stay with her uncle in the Shattered Leaf village. Unfortunately, he died as well and she continued to stay in his house, despite constant threats from the villagers.
“You idiots!!!” Infuriated, Oake began to berate their actions. “I’ve realized something recently. Fighting leads to nowhere. Only through peace, can anything be achieved.” Inspired by his encounters with the squirrels, the foxes and the little boys, Oake preached to his fellow villagers. He realized that peace really was important. In turn, the villagers were inspired by his words and they decided to make peace with the villagers of the Twisted Vine. They got along well and everyone lived happily ever after, especially Oake and Alaquiane.
“Peace is very important Oake.” Eavy’s voice was echoing through his head.
“Peace, huh? I wouldn’t know anything about it. No one around here knows anything about peace.” Eavy was Oake’s older sister and she had died in the conflict between Oake’s clan, the Shattered Leaf, and their rivals, the Twisted Vine. Ever since Oake was born, they had been fighting. Now, Oake was left all alone. His older sister was left in charge of him when his parents died. His father had died in a battle with the Twisted Vine village and his mother died from an illness when he was about 5 solar rounds. He had no one now.
“Peace, I don’t care about no stinking peace. I hope those Twisted Vine scum die!” He began to cry. “I-I don’t care about anything!” Overwhelmed by his sorrow, he fell into a deep sleep. He awoke to the sight of a girl around his age, 13 solar rounds, and found himself startled. “AAGH!” She giggled at his surprise. “Don’t laugh at me!” He yelled back.
“I’m not laughing at you silly. I’m laughing with you.” She giggled some more.
“Well, I’m not laughing.” Oake wasn’t in the mood to laugh, smile, or giggle.
“That’s not good, laughing makes you healthy.” She smiled at him. Even though Oake wasn’t in the mood to laugh or even smile, being with her made him feel better. “My name’s Alaquiane, what’s yours?”
“Oake.” A simple reply.
“Well, Oake, it was nice to meet you. I have to go now. These apples are driving me crazy.” Just then, Oake noticed the basket of apples she had in her hand. His stomach started to growl. “Oh my. You sound hungry. Here you go.” She kindly handed him an apple and then she walked away. Oake was alone again.
“Well, I shouldn’t just sit around waiting for something to happen.” He took a large bite from his apple and went about his (not so) merry way. Along the way, he came across two squirrels fighting over an acorn. One bit here, the other scratched there. Oake decided to break it up. After the squirrels had calmed down, he handed each of them an acorn.
“You two shouldn’t fight over one acorn. There are plenty to go around. In the end, you both get hurt over something small and trivial. One guppy in a lake full of trout isn’t worth drowning over.” After helping those two squirrels, Oake went about his (a little bit more) merry way. He kept walking through the forest until he came upon two foxes competing to reach the last apple on an apple tree. Neither could reach it and whenever one of them tried, the other would push them out of the way. Oake pulled them apart and told them that the only way they way would get it would be to work together. Inspired by his words, one fox climbed on the back of the other and they managed to get the apple. Oake took the apple and cut it in two. He handed a piece to each of them.
“A fraction of the work for half of the reward is better than twice the hassle for none of the prize.” Then, yet again Oake was on his (increasingly) merry way. As he continued to wander through the forest, he came across two little boys fighting over a toy.
“I want to play with it!” yelled one child, as he tugged.
“No, it’s mine!” yelled the other, as he tugged even harder. Unable to endure the struggle, a piece of the toy broke off. Heartbroken, the two youths fell to the ground crying. Oake rushed over to the two children and repaired their broken toy.
“Share your things young ones. Fighting over something is pointless, especially when you destroy what you desire in the process.” After helping those two children, Oake went about his very merry way. He continued to wander through the woods till he reached his village. He could hear fighting. When he went to see what was happening, he saw a girl about his age caught in a mob of angry villagers. A basket and a bundle of apples lay on the ground.
“Alaquiane!” Oake rushed to the middle of the mob and shielded her from the villagers. “Why are you hurting her?” asked a frustrated Oake.
“She’s from the Twisted Vine village!!!” replied the angry mob. Indeed, she was. Her father and her mother had died in a battle between the two rivaling clans and she was sent to stay with her uncle in the Shattered Leaf village. Unfortunately, he died as well and she continued to stay in his house, despite constant threats from the villagers.
“You idiots!!!” Infuriated, Oake began to berate their actions. “I’ve realized something recently. Fighting leads to nowhere. Only through peace, can anything be achieved.” Inspired by his encounters with the squirrels, the foxes and the little boys, Oake preached to his fellow villagers. He realized that peace really was important. In turn, the villagers were inspired by his words and they decided to make peace with the villagers of the Twisted Vine. They got along well and everyone lived happily ever after, especially Oake and Alaquiane.
Monday, October 27, 2008
Taco's Rule, Subtle Edit
“Ah, I’ve got a feeling that it’s going to be a wonderful day.” Dave was feeling pretty good about himself as he woke up that morning. As he got out of bed and stretched his arms, he felt a slight rumble in his belly. He was craving a taco. He headed over to the taco stand. “I’ll have the El Grande Supreme.” Said Dave. “Okay, here you go.” The dirty-looking cashier quickly placed a taco on the counter. “Whoa, that was fast. Here’s your mon-” Dave had barely taken his money out of his wallet when a helicopter appeared, hovering over the taco stand. “Give yourself up El Loco Hombre!” The voice was coming from the helicopter. “You will never catch me!” The cashier proceeded to flash some obscene gestures and throw a chair at the helicopter. He jumped over the counter and ran away. “El Loco Hombre is right.” Thought Dave. The men from the helicopter ran over to him and grabbed him. “Hey, what are you-” tazed… Sucks. He woke up with a bright light shining in his face. A voice over an intercom began talking to him. “Answer the questions clearly and quickly, please.”“Questions? Why?” Dave was confused, scared, and hungry. He patted himself all over. Where was his taco? There it was in his pocket. “Silence! And stop patting yourself. It’s weird. Question one: where is the jawbreaker?”“What jawbreaker?”“You know, it’s blue, rock solid, fits in your hand, about the size of a baseball.”“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Replied a very confused Dave. The voice over the intercom whispered to itself, “Oh, he’s good. Okay, next question, how many fingers am I holding up?” Dave was getting annoyed. “How the heck how am I supposed to know?!”“You’re really good.” Replied the voice over the intercom. “Final question: who are you voting for, McCain or Obama?”“I’m not old enough to vote. Now, do I get to leave?”“You’ve passed the test. Welcome to the team.” As the voice said the last word, Dave fell through a trap door in the floor. “AAAAAAGH-oof!” He hit the ground. Hard. When he woke up, he was in a jeep and dressed in S.W.A.T. gear. Super Walrus Armor Thing. Nonsense. “Now your mission is to stop the pink resistance leader.” The guy driving the jeep was talking about some mission. “You’ll know which one he is.” Dave was rushed out of the jeep with a team of about three other guys. “Let’s move! We have to find that resistance leader. When you find him, beat him senseless with your S.W.A.T. saber.”“Um, all I have is this giant candy cane.” Dave held up his giant treat. “That’s what I’m talking about soldier. Now move out!” The other soldiers ran into three different directions. They all fell into bottomless pits. Losers. Dave was standing alone now. When he looked around he noticed that he was in a meadow. In the middle of that meadow was a large group of pigs. Talking pigs. Weird. However, they seemed to be speaking a language other than English. One stood in the center of them. He seemed to be the focus of attention. “Je suis Napoleon!” Dave understood that. “Wait a minute! Is this supposed to be the French Revolution, except with pigs? I hate the French Revolution! I failed that test!” The pig named Napoleon continued to preach, while the other pigs began shouting, “Vive la revolution!” At that moment, two other pigs approached the group. One looked mean and the other one was super mondo fat, even for a pig. The mean one began to speak. “Hold your Boxers (horses)! I’m the real Napoleon! Seize him!” As he shouted his command, a group of vicious dogs attacked the first Napoleon. They ripped him to shreds. “This is what happens when you cross Comrade Napoleon.” The fat one began to rant on about hard work, a windmill and some guy named Mr. Jones. Then things got really weird. Abraham Lincoln showed up and began to speak, “Four score and seven years ago… I opened up a can of beat down on some communist pigs!” Then he ripped off his shirt to reveal his stupendously awesome muscles. Dave did not understand a thing that was happening. All of a sudden a voice in slow motion said, “Tay-se-ta, th-a, ray-ne-bow!” Skittles started raining from the sky. “Nothing is making any sense.” Said Dave as he scratched his head. It was oddly smooth. He looked at his hands. He was made out of glass. Then a cartoon rabbit appeared with a mallet and said, “Ain’t I a stinker?”“Hey it’s Bugs Bunny!” exclaimed Dave. “Actually, I’m Insectz Bunny, his cousin.” With that he swung his mallet. Dave broke into a million pieces. Crash! He woke up. “Ok, time is up. Put your pencils down. The test over.” His teacher was speaking. Dave looked at his paper. Blank. “By the way, this is the most important test of your life. Oh yeah, no retakes.” Sucks for Dave. Wait, he felt something warm in his pocket. Hey, he still had the taco! Not for long though. “Yoink!” El Loco Hombre had returned and he took his taco back. “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Taco's Rule
“Ah, I’ve got a feeling that it’s going to be a wonderful day.” Dave was feeling pretty good about himself as he woke up that morning. He was craving a taco. He headed over to the taco stand.
“I’ll have the El Grande Supreme.” Said Dave.
“Okay, here you go.” The dirty-looking cashier quickly placed a taco on the counter.
“Whoa, that was fast. Here’s your mon-” Dave had barely taken his money out of his wallet when a helicopter appeared, hovering over the taco stand.
“Give yourself up El Loco Hombre!” The voice was coming from the helicopter.
“You will never catch me!” The cashier proceeded to flash some obscene gestures and throw a chair at the helicopter. He jumped over the counter and ran away.
“El Loco Hombre is right.” Thought Dave. The men from the helicopter ran over to him and grabbed him.
“Hey, what are you-” tazed… Sucks. He woke up with a bright light shining in his face. A voice over an intercom began talking to him.
“Answer the questions clearly and quickly, please.”
“Questions? Why?” Dave was confused, scared, and hungry. He patted himself all over. Where was his taco? There it was in his pocket.
“Silence! And stop patting yourself. It’s weird. Question one: where is the jawbreaker?”
“What jawbreaker?”
“You know, it’s blue, rock solid, fits in your hand, about the size of a baseball.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The voice over the intercom whispered to itself,
“Oh, he’s good. Okay, nest question, how many fingers am I holding up?” Dave was getting annoyed.
“How the heck how am I supposed to know?!”
“You’re really good.” Replied the voice over the intercom. “Final question: who are you voting for, McCain or Obama?”
“I’m not old enough to vote. Now, do I get to leave?”
“You’ve passed the test. Welcome to the team.” As the voice said the last word, Dave fell through a trap door in the floor.
“AAAAAAGH-oof!” He hit the ground. Hard. When he woke up, he was in a jeep and dressed in S.W.A.T. gear. Super Walrus Armor Thing. Nonsense.
“Now your mission is to stop the pink resistance leader.” The guy driving the jeep was talking about some mission. “You’ll know which one he is.” Dave was rushed out of the jeep with a team of about three other guys.
“Let’s move! We have to find that resistance leader. When you find him, beat him senseless with your S.W.A.T. saber.”
“Um, all I have is this giant candy cane.” Dave held up his giant treat.
“That’s what I’m talking about soldier. Now move out!” The other soldiers ran into three different directions. They all fell into bottomless pits. Losers. Dave was standing alone now. When he looked around he noticed that he was in a meadow. In the middle of that meadow was a large group of pigs. Talking pigs. Weird. However, they seemed to be speaking a language other than English. One stood in the center of them. He seemed to be the focus of attention.
“Je suis Napoleon!” Dave understood that.
“Wait a minute! Is this supposed to be the French Revolution, except with pigs? I hate the French Revolution! I failed that test!” The pig named Napoleon continued to preach, while the other pigs began shouting,
“Vive la revolution!” At that moment, two other pigs approached the group. One looked mean and the other one was super mondo fat, even for a pig. The mean one began to speak.
“Hold your Boxers (horses)! I’m the real Napoleon! Seize him!” As he shouted his command, a group of vicious dogs attacked the first Napoleon. They ripped him to shreds.
“This is what happens when you cross Comrade Napoleon.” The fat one began to rant on about hard work, a windmill and some guy named Mr. Jones. Then things got really weird. Abraham Lincoln showed up and began to speak, “Four score and seven years ago… I opened up a can of beat down on some communist pigs!” Then he ripped off his shirt to reveal his stupendously awesome muscles. Dave did not understand a thing that was happening. All of a sudden a voice in slow motion said, “Tay-se-ta, th-a, ray-ne-bow!” Skittles started raining from the sky.
“Nothing is making any sense.” Said Dave as he scratched his head. It was oddly smooth. He looked at his hands. He was made out of glass. Then a cartoon rabbit appeared with a mallet and said,
“Ain’t I a stinker?”
“Hey it’s Bugs Bunny!” exclaimed Dave.
“Actually, I’m Insectz Bunny, his cousin.” With that he swung his mallet. Dave broke into a million pieces. Crash! He woke up.
“Ok, time is up. Put your pencils down. The test over.” His teacher was speaking. Dave looked at his paper. Blank. “By the way, this is the most important test of your life. Oh yeah, no retakes.” Sucks for Dave. Wait, he felt something warm in his pocket. Hey, he still had the taco! Not for long though.
“Yoink!” El Loco Hombre had returned and he took his taco back.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
“I’ll have the El Grande Supreme.” Said Dave.
“Okay, here you go.” The dirty-looking cashier quickly placed a taco on the counter.
“Whoa, that was fast. Here’s your mon-” Dave had barely taken his money out of his wallet when a helicopter appeared, hovering over the taco stand.
“Give yourself up El Loco Hombre!” The voice was coming from the helicopter.
“You will never catch me!” The cashier proceeded to flash some obscene gestures and throw a chair at the helicopter. He jumped over the counter and ran away.
“El Loco Hombre is right.” Thought Dave. The men from the helicopter ran over to him and grabbed him.
“Hey, what are you-” tazed… Sucks. He woke up with a bright light shining in his face. A voice over an intercom began talking to him.
“Answer the questions clearly and quickly, please.”
“Questions? Why?” Dave was confused, scared, and hungry. He patted himself all over. Where was his taco? There it was in his pocket.
“Silence! And stop patting yourself. It’s weird. Question one: where is the jawbreaker?”
“What jawbreaker?”
“You know, it’s blue, rock solid, fits in your hand, about the size of a baseball.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The voice over the intercom whispered to itself,
“Oh, he’s good. Okay, nest question, how many fingers am I holding up?” Dave was getting annoyed.
“How the heck how am I supposed to know?!”
“You’re really good.” Replied the voice over the intercom. “Final question: who are you voting for, McCain or Obama?”
“I’m not old enough to vote. Now, do I get to leave?”
“You’ve passed the test. Welcome to the team.” As the voice said the last word, Dave fell through a trap door in the floor.
“AAAAAAGH-oof!” He hit the ground. Hard. When he woke up, he was in a jeep and dressed in S.W.A.T. gear. Super Walrus Armor Thing. Nonsense.
“Now your mission is to stop the pink resistance leader.” The guy driving the jeep was talking about some mission. “You’ll know which one he is.” Dave was rushed out of the jeep with a team of about three other guys.
“Let’s move! We have to find that resistance leader. When you find him, beat him senseless with your S.W.A.T. saber.”
“Um, all I have is this giant candy cane.” Dave held up his giant treat.
“That’s what I’m talking about soldier. Now move out!” The other soldiers ran into three different directions. They all fell into bottomless pits. Losers. Dave was standing alone now. When he looked around he noticed that he was in a meadow. In the middle of that meadow was a large group of pigs. Talking pigs. Weird. However, they seemed to be speaking a language other than English. One stood in the center of them. He seemed to be the focus of attention.
“Je suis Napoleon!” Dave understood that.
“Wait a minute! Is this supposed to be the French Revolution, except with pigs? I hate the French Revolution! I failed that test!” The pig named Napoleon continued to preach, while the other pigs began shouting,
“Vive la revolution!” At that moment, two other pigs approached the group. One looked mean and the other one was super mondo fat, even for a pig. The mean one began to speak.
“Hold your Boxers (horses)! I’m the real Napoleon! Seize him!” As he shouted his command, a group of vicious dogs attacked the first Napoleon. They ripped him to shreds.
“This is what happens when you cross Comrade Napoleon.” The fat one began to rant on about hard work, a windmill and some guy named Mr. Jones. Then things got really weird. Abraham Lincoln showed up and began to speak, “Four score and seven years ago… I opened up a can of beat down on some communist pigs!” Then he ripped off his shirt to reveal his stupendously awesome muscles. Dave did not understand a thing that was happening. All of a sudden a voice in slow motion said, “Tay-se-ta, th-a, ray-ne-bow!” Skittles started raining from the sky.
“Nothing is making any sense.” Said Dave as he scratched his head. It was oddly smooth. He looked at his hands. He was made out of glass. Then a cartoon rabbit appeared with a mallet and said,
“Ain’t I a stinker?”
“Hey it’s Bugs Bunny!” exclaimed Dave.
“Actually, I’m Insectz Bunny, his cousin.” With that he swung his mallet. Dave broke into a million pieces. Crash! He woke up.
“Ok, time is up. Put your pencils down. The test over.” His teacher was speaking. Dave looked at his paper. Blank. “By the way, this is the most important test of your life. Oh yeah, no retakes.” Sucks for Dave. Wait, he felt something warm in his pocket. Hey, he still had the taco! Not for long though.
“Yoink!” El Loco Hombre had returned and he took his taco back.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
WA 2
His name was Gloobertron XK5 Mark 23 Max Turbo Ultra Flamergon Blaster Ray Cannon Thing Dude Man Guy Person. He was a cyborg… from the future. And then the pirates came. “Yeeargh, ye salty sea dog!" Tell us the secret or else we’ll make ye walk the plank!” The pirate captain meant business.
“Never! Not in a million years!” Said Gloobertron as he hopped on a motorcycle that appeared in the middle of nowhere. RROOOM! RROOOM! Gloobertron was off.
“Stop him ye scurvy dogs!” Commanded the captain as he pointed to the motorcycle. He was too late. Gloobertron was too far away.
“Ha ha suckas! Can’t ca-” He was so busy gloating that he didn’t see the wall in front of him. Crash! Darkness… Who knows how long he was out? A few minutes. A few hours. A few days. He woke up to a bright light shining in his eyes. It was the sun.
“Do you think he likes marbles?” Whispered a small child to another.
“I dunno. Maybe.” The other child ran up to the recovering Gloobertron. He held out his hand to reveal a smooth and shiny object. It was a marble.
“Wanna play?” he asked.
“Sure.” replied Gloobertron.
“Then tell us,” the child’s voice grew deeper. “The SECRET!” The child grew bigger and bigger until he was the size of a giant. The sky became dark and loud thunder began to boom overhead. The other child, now a giant as well, grabbed Gloobertron and he began to squeeze.
“Tell us the secret and we will spare your life.” His grasp tightened.
“Ok… Look! A clown on a unicycle juggling a bunk bed, a chainsaw, and a giant mango.” They fell for it.
“Where!?” They both squealed in unison as they searched franticly. Then one realized the trick.
“Wait a minute. That’s not a giant mango he’s juggling, it’s a giant apple.” When he looked back in his hand, Gloobertron was gone.
“We’ve been tricked!” They both let out a yell of anger and frustration. They yelled so loud that the ground beneath them broke apart and they fell underground. The remaining rubble buried them in a stony grave. Losers, sucks for them.
Meanwhile, Gloobertron was on the move, anxious to continue his journey to deliver the secret. The journey he was on until those dumb doo-doo head pirates got in his way. Why did everyone want to know this secret so badly? It wasn’t that big of a deal. He was so caught up in his thoughts that he did not notice the hole in front of him. He fell in.
“Crap…” That’s when the giant earthworms appeared.
“Double crap. Not again. I just want to get to the king’s palace so I can deliver this stupid secret message already!”
“The king’s palace?” One earthworm seemed to know where it was. “Why, you’re already there!” As he finished his sentence a light came on to reveal a beautiful throne room with jewel encrusted floors and ceilings. Awesome.
“I am the king.” The largest earthworm wore a majestic crown.
“Oh, ok. Well, Bob says that the sugar-covered clam is in the coconut at 3:50 a.m. He said to give you this, too.” Gloobertron handed the king a brown paper bag with a large grease stain on the bottom. The king opened the bag,
“They forgot the hot sauce. Those jerks.”
“Never! Not in a million years!” Said Gloobertron as he hopped on a motorcycle that appeared in the middle of nowhere. RROOOM! RROOOM! Gloobertron was off.
“Stop him ye scurvy dogs!” Commanded the captain as he pointed to the motorcycle. He was too late. Gloobertron was too far away.
“Ha ha suckas! Can’t ca-” He was so busy gloating that he didn’t see the wall in front of him. Crash! Darkness… Who knows how long he was out? A few minutes. A few hours. A few days. He woke up to a bright light shining in his eyes. It was the sun.
“Do you think he likes marbles?” Whispered a small child to another.
“I dunno. Maybe.” The other child ran up to the recovering Gloobertron. He held out his hand to reveal a smooth and shiny object. It was a marble.
“Wanna play?” he asked.
“Sure.” replied Gloobertron.
“Then tell us,” the child’s voice grew deeper. “The SECRET!” The child grew bigger and bigger until he was the size of a giant. The sky became dark and loud thunder began to boom overhead. The other child, now a giant as well, grabbed Gloobertron and he began to squeeze.
“Tell us the secret and we will spare your life.” His grasp tightened.
“Ok… Look! A clown on a unicycle juggling a bunk bed, a chainsaw, and a giant mango.” They fell for it.
“Where!?” They both squealed in unison as they searched franticly. Then one realized the trick.
“Wait a minute. That’s not a giant mango he’s juggling, it’s a giant apple.” When he looked back in his hand, Gloobertron was gone.
“We’ve been tricked!” They both let out a yell of anger and frustration. They yelled so loud that the ground beneath them broke apart and they fell underground. The remaining rubble buried them in a stony grave. Losers, sucks for them.
Meanwhile, Gloobertron was on the move, anxious to continue his journey to deliver the secret. The journey he was on until those dumb doo-doo head pirates got in his way. Why did everyone want to know this secret so badly? It wasn’t that big of a deal. He was so caught up in his thoughts that he did not notice the hole in front of him. He fell in.
“Crap…” That’s when the giant earthworms appeared.
“Double crap. Not again. I just want to get to the king’s palace so I can deliver this stupid secret message already!”
“The king’s palace?” One earthworm seemed to know where it was. “Why, you’re already there!” As he finished his sentence a light came on to reveal a beautiful throne room with jewel encrusted floors and ceilings. Awesome.
“I am the king.” The largest earthworm wore a majestic crown.
“Oh, ok. Well, Bob says that the sugar-covered clam is in the coconut at 3:50 a.m. He said to give you this, too.” Gloobertron handed the king a brown paper bag with a large grease stain on the bottom. The king opened the bag,
“They forgot the hot sauce. Those jerks.”
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Family (Final-Draft)
Family. There are all kinds of families. There are “whole” families with a mother, father and of course, children. There are extended families with many other relatives such as uncles, aunts, grand-mothers and grand-fathers. Mine is a simple one, me, my mother and my brother. Despite the many different kinds of families, there will always be one thing that they share in common. They are all going to have their moments.
My mother, my brother and I have had our moments. It was never easy dealing with my brother’s teenage mischief and my mother‘s… well, you should understand the problems with mothers. Enough said. What was even more frustrating was when my mom’s motherliness interfered with my brother’s teenage life, or vice versa. It was very annoying to deal with their conflict on a nearly daily basis. If I was willing to, recalling those days would be enough to generate intense emotions, mostly anger. However, I’d rather not talk about the specifics of what problems there were between us and why.
Despite the tension and conflict, there was never any doubt that they both loved me. As for me, I loved them as well, sometimes. They both mean a great deal to me and that will never change. Even when they didn’t exactly get along with each other I never stopped caring about them. It saddened me when my brother had to leave home and I’ll be sad when it’s time to leave my mother. We’ve been through a lot together and I will never forget how strong they were in those hard times. It would deeply sadden me if I had to lose either one of them.
Some time ago my brother told me that he was in a rather serious car accident. He wasn’t hurt too badly from the way he sounded, but knowing him if he was injured badly, he wouldn’t have told me. I have met people who have lost someone very close to them and for me it has always been a scary thought. I have never lost anyone who meant a great deal to me and when he told me about his accident I realized that it could happen at any moment. Not too long after that I had a dream that my mother and my brother had died.
Normally, that kind of dream wouldn’t have frightened me as much as it did. However, when paired with the news of my brother’s accident, it became a very terrifying nightmare. Looking back it’s actually a little pathetic, to cry over THOUGHT of losing a loved one, when so many people have felt the sadness of losing someone they care for deeply. I don’t know why I cried to be honest; I knew it was just a dream. It’s just that my mother and brother are the two people in this world that I care about the most. When I think about losing either one of them, it shakes me to my very core. Knowing what we have been through together and knowing that there were so many times that I needed them, I asked myself “If I lost one of them were would my strength come from?” I owe them so much and I work hard not only for myself, but for them as well. They give me inspiration and the will to succeed.
My mother, my brother and I have had our moments. It was never easy dealing with my brother’s teenage mischief and my mother‘s… well, you should understand the problems with mothers. Enough said. What was even more frustrating was when my mom’s motherliness interfered with my brother’s teenage life, or vice versa. It was very annoying to deal with their conflict on a nearly daily basis. If I was willing to, recalling those days would be enough to generate intense emotions, mostly anger. However, I’d rather not talk about the specifics of what problems there were between us and why.
Despite the tension and conflict, there was never any doubt that they both loved me. As for me, I loved them as well, sometimes. They both mean a great deal to me and that will never change. Even when they didn’t exactly get along with each other I never stopped caring about them. It saddened me when my brother had to leave home and I’ll be sad when it’s time to leave my mother. We’ve been through a lot together and I will never forget how strong they were in those hard times. It would deeply sadden me if I had to lose either one of them.
Some time ago my brother told me that he was in a rather serious car accident. He wasn’t hurt too badly from the way he sounded, but knowing him if he was injured badly, he wouldn’t have told me. I have met people who have lost someone very close to them and for me it has always been a scary thought. I have never lost anyone who meant a great deal to me and when he told me about his accident I realized that it could happen at any moment. Not too long after that I had a dream that my mother and my brother had died.
Normally, that kind of dream wouldn’t have frightened me as much as it did. However, when paired with the news of my brother’s accident, it became a very terrifying nightmare. Looking back it’s actually a little pathetic, to cry over THOUGHT of losing a loved one, when so many people have felt the sadness of losing someone they care for deeply. I don’t know why I cried to be honest; I knew it was just a dream. It’s just that my mother and brother are the two people in this world that I care about the most. When I think about losing either one of them, it shakes me to my very core. Knowing what we have been through together and knowing that there were so many times that I needed them, I asked myself “If I lost one of them were would my strength come from?” I owe them so much and I work hard not only for myself, but for them as well. They give me inspiration and the will to succeed.
Family
Family
Family. There are all kinds of families. There are “whole” families with a mother, father and of course, children. There are extended families with many other relatives such as uncles, aunts, grand-mothers and grand-fathers. Mine is a simple one, me, my mother and my brother. Despite the many different kinds of families, there will always be one thing that they share in common. They are all going to have their moments.
My mother, my brother and I have had our moments. It was never easy dealing with the teenage mischief of my brother and my mother‘s… well, you should understand the problems with mothers. Enough said. What was even more frustrating was when my mom’s “momness” interfered with my brother’s teenage life, or vice versa. It was very annoying to deal with that conflict on a nearly daily basis. If I was willing to, recalling those days would be enough to express intense emotions, mostly anger. However, I’d rather not talk about the specifics of what problems there were between us and why.
Despite the tension and conflict, there was never any doubt that they both loved me. As for me, I loved them as well, sometimes. They both mean a great deal to me and that will never change. Even when they didn’t exactly get along with each other I never stopped caring about them. It saddened me when my brother had to leave home and I’ll be sad when it’s time to leave my mother. We’ve been through a lot together and I will never forget how strong they were in those hard times. It would deeply sadden me if I had to lose either one of them.
Some time ago my brother told me that he was in a rather serious car accident. He wasn’t in too bad a condition from the way he sounded, but knowing him if he was injured badly, he wouldn’t have told me. I have met people who have lost someone very close to them and for me it has always been a scary thought. I have never lost anyone who meant a great deal to me and when he told me about his accident I realized that it could happen at any moment. Not too long after that I had a dream that my mother and my brother had died.
Normally, that kind of dream wouldn’t have frightened me as much as it did. However, when coupled with the news of my brother’s accident, I was terrified. Looking back it’s actually a little pathetic, to cry over THOUGHT of losing a loved one, when so many people have felt the sadness of losing someone they care for deeply. I don’t know why I cried to be honest; I knew it was just a dream. It’s just that my mother and brother are the two people in this world that I care about the most. When I think about losing either one of them, it shakes me to my very core.
Family. There are all kinds of families. There are “whole” families with a mother, father and of course, children. There are extended families with many other relatives such as uncles, aunts, grand-mothers and grand-fathers. Mine is a simple one, me, my mother and my brother. Despite the many different kinds of families, there will always be one thing that they share in common. They are all going to have their moments.
My mother, my brother and I have had our moments. It was never easy dealing with the teenage mischief of my brother and my mother‘s… well, you should understand the problems with mothers. Enough said. What was even more frustrating was when my mom’s “momness” interfered with my brother’s teenage life, or vice versa. It was very annoying to deal with that conflict on a nearly daily basis. If I was willing to, recalling those days would be enough to express intense emotions, mostly anger. However, I’d rather not talk about the specifics of what problems there were between us and why.
Despite the tension and conflict, there was never any doubt that they both loved me. As for me, I loved them as well, sometimes. They both mean a great deal to me and that will never change. Even when they didn’t exactly get along with each other I never stopped caring about them. It saddened me when my brother had to leave home and I’ll be sad when it’s time to leave my mother. We’ve been through a lot together and I will never forget how strong they were in those hard times. It would deeply sadden me if I had to lose either one of them.
Some time ago my brother told me that he was in a rather serious car accident. He wasn’t in too bad a condition from the way he sounded, but knowing him if he was injured badly, he wouldn’t have told me. I have met people who have lost someone very close to them and for me it has always been a scary thought. I have never lost anyone who meant a great deal to me and when he told me about his accident I realized that it could happen at any moment. Not too long after that I had a dream that my mother and my brother had died.
Normally, that kind of dream wouldn’t have frightened me as much as it did. However, when coupled with the news of my brother’s accident, I was terrified. Looking back it’s actually a little pathetic, to cry over THOUGHT of losing a loved one, when so many people have felt the sadness of losing someone they care for deeply. I don’t know why I cried to be honest; I knew it was just a dream. It’s just that my mother and brother are the two people in this world that I care about the most. When I think about losing either one of them, it shakes me to my very core.
Monday, September 15, 2008
Emotional Release
Its hard for me to write about an extremely emotional experience in my life. It would seem as though I have a reputation for being a goofy, silly happy person all the time. As a matter of fact, as hard as I tried I couldn’t come up with one intense time of emotional happiness. Its not that I don’t have happy moments, its just that most, if not all of them are shallow and based on a moment of something I received as a gift. That’s not exactly true, because their have been moments when I saw someone close to me after a long time of separation. However, I don’t feel as though those moments are something I could talk about thoroughly enough. Its not that I wasn’t glad to see those certain people, its just that I wouldn’t have much to say about those moments and those are not the kind of moments that really need any form of release from me.
Other than the other two mentioned above, the only kind of intense moments of happiness I could think of were ones that stem from some form of intense sadness. Since I don’t wish to talk on the matters behind those happy moments, I wont. Well, that really only leaves emotional moments of sadness, and believe it or not, I got a lot of reasons to be sad. Yes, I said got. I figure since I still am that same Happy-Go-Lucky Omar, I should find some way to make this almost funny, even if its just using got instead of have.
Anyway, there are times of emotional distress that I would rather not discuss. That leaves me with few options as to what I am willing to share with a class of people who, very accurately, picture me as some goofball and probably expected this to be some silly story lacking any depth or maturity whatsoever. They’re (or rather you all because you will be reading this) not wrong for thinking that’s what this is going to be about. Actually, I am still trying to think of something that wont make me cry. No luck.
Before I tell of my time of sadness, I should probably ease my way into it with some form of introduction.
I grew up in a home (series of “homes”) with just my mother and my brother. I love both of them. Eventually, it was just me and mother, for reasons I don’t think I need to share. No, my brother didn’t die, if you came to that conclusion. Anyways, he is still very important to me and my mother. She still calls me Sirgeo sometimes, even though I know, she knows and you know that I’m Omar. They’ve had their skirmishes as all parents and teenagers do. I felt a little overlooked at times because my mother had to focus on my brother and because my brother is six years older than me, he really didn’t have time for me and his friends. If I went into detail that could be my time of intense emotion, sadness and sometimes anger. However, its not. Even though they had their own things to think about, I never doubted that they loved me. Looking back, I understand a lot about why things were the way they were. My brother had a lot of reasons to be angry and sad. And my mother… well I liked to quote Tupac on this one, he says in his song Dear Mama “ I finally understand for a woman it aint easy, trying to raise a man.” That sums up everything about how and why things were the way they were.
One of the reasons why I wrote the things that I wrote concerning these two was to give a little background to how things were at some point for me. What I really need you to understand is that I really love them. Maybe it isn’t love and perhaps its because of what Ammu said in The God of Small Things, humans are creatures of habit and I’m used to their bickering and whatnot. Just kidding. I really do love my mother and my brother. I was trying to highlight that things were hard for them as well as me, and through all of it, they still managed to show me that they cared for me.
Now that you know all that, you will understand why this was a sad moment for me. I think it was sometime after my brother told me that he was in a car accident. I had a dream that my brother and my mother had died. It’s a very scary thought to have to think about having the two people that mean the most to me die. I can’t put into words how bad it made me feel, but know that I cried. That’s actually kind of pathetic now that I think about it. Crying over the THOUGHT of losing them, rather than actually losing them. However, I did cry and now you know. I suppose that I realized that they were always the ones that stayed strong through all our hardships and if they died what chance would I have. Maybe that was it, maybe not. Quite frankly, I don’t want to think about it.
Other than the other two mentioned above, the only kind of intense moments of happiness I could think of were ones that stem from some form of intense sadness. Since I don’t wish to talk on the matters behind those happy moments, I wont. Well, that really only leaves emotional moments of sadness, and believe it or not, I got a lot of reasons to be sad. Yes, I said got. I figure since I still am that same Happy-Go-Lucky Omar, I should find some way to make this almost funny, even if its just using got instead of have.
Anyway, there are times of emotional distress that I would rather not discuss. That leaves me with few options as to what I am willing to share with a class of people who, very accurately, picture me as some goofball and probably expected this to be some silly story lacking any depth or maturity whatsoever. They’re (or rather you all because you will be reading this) not wrong for thinking that’s what this is going to be about. Actually, I am still trying to think of something that wont make me cry. No luck.
Before I tell of my time of sadness, I should probably ease my way into it with some form of introduction.
I grew up in a home (series of “homes”) with just my mother and my brother. I love both of them. Eventually, it was just me and mother, for reasons I don’t think I need to share. No, my brother didn’t die, if you came to that conclusion. Anyways, he is still very important to me and my mother. She still calls me Sirgeo sometimes, even though I know, she knows and you know that I’m Omar. They’ve had their skirmishes as all parents and teenagers do. I felt a little overlooked at times because my mother had to focus on my brother and because my brother is six years older than me, he really didn’t have time for me and his friends. If I went into detail that could be my time of intense emotion, sadness and sometimes anger. However, its not. Even though they had their own things to think about, I never doubted that they loved me. Looking back, I understand a lot about why things were the way they were. My brother had a lot of reasons to be angry and sad. And my mother… well I liked to quote Tupac on this one, he says in his song Dear Mama “ I finally understand for a woman it aint easy, trying to raise a man.” That sums up everything about how and why things were the way they were.
One of the reasons why I wrote the things that I wrote concerning these two was to give a little background to how things were at some point for me. What I really need you to understand is that I really love them. Maybe it isn’t love and perhaps its because of what Ammu said in The God of Small Things, humans are creatures of habit and I’m used to their bickering and whatnot. Just kidding. I really do love my mother and my brother. I was trying to highlight that things were hard for them as well as me, and through all of it, they still managed to show me that they cared for me.
Now that you know all that, you will understand why this was a sad moment for me. I think it was sometime after my brother told me that he was in a car accident. I had a dream that my brother and my mother had died. It’s a very scary thought to have to think about having the two people that mean the most to me die. I can’t put into words how bad it made me feel, but know that I cried. That’s actually kind of pathetic now that I think about it. Crying over the THOUGHT of losing them, rather than actually losing them. However, I did cry and now you know. I suppose that I realized that they were always the ones that stayed strong through all our hardships and if they died what chance would I have. Maybe that was it, maybe not. Quite frankly, I don’t want to think about it.
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