I start with the eye
the first spark of life
This new creation
has such a past
what it knows
what is has seen
The nose is next
life-life features
it has scent
the other eye is drawn
unequal to it's former
but co-existing in union
My creation has life
you can see
the lips come up
such a complicated
delicate
procedure
never perfect
but she can now speak
through distorted words
and is now a she
eye brows arch in
cool expression
face shaped slim and fitting
hair is flowing
She's alive.
What her past entails.
Her neck is thin
and portioned
she speaks to me
she breathes
trying to finish the body
fail
scribble
trash
my creation
Dead.
Saturday, April 24, 2010
No-Man's Land
I quickly load my revolver and cling to the wall in stealth mode. My life was at stake. i check my gun again making sure every barrel is filled. It's all against all. There are no allies here. We're stuck in no-man's land and only one can make it out alive. Take no prisoners.
Peeking out from the side of the house, I see an enemy with a wary eye. He has fear trembling through him. He hasn't a chance in this cruel world. Launching out from the side of the house, I fire and he falls dead before I tuck and roll behind the car. I have two more enemies. I squat low and peek back to my old hiding spot. An enemy now holds it. I aim my gun and shoot. The noise cracked the air and there was no chance for survival from my target. The smoke rolled up and blocked my vision. A sneer came across my face taking in my hungry blood thirsty pride.
The smoke cleared and the foe still stood with a grin on his face as he shot me. The bullet had no effect though, because bullets don't work when they come from Cheaters.
"YOU CHEATED!" I cry stomping forward.
"Uh... no, I didn't," my friend casually replied.
"Ya-huh! I shot you!" my face was red with anger.
"And I dodged it," he cooly said.
My anger grew, "NUH-UH! I HIT YOU SQUARE IN THE CHEST! YOU'RE DEAD!"
A blast came from behind me as I turned to see Kylie shooting me.
"Haha! You're dead!" She jeered.
"We're on time out! That didn't count! I killed Brett, but he won't die!"
"Nuh-UH!" You didn't kill m and you just got shot again. YOU cheated!" Brett poked at me.
"NO I DIDN'T!"
"Yeah! You did!"
"Nuh-uh!"
"Yah-huh!"
"Nuh-uh!"
"Yah-huh!"
My face boiled with anger, I leaned forward ready to pounce, but retracted . I stomped away.
"MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!"
Peeking out from the side of the house, I see an enemy with a wary eye. He has fear trembling through him. He hasn't a chance in this cruel world. Launching out from the side of the house, I fire and he falls dead before I tuck and roll behind the car. I have two more enemies. I squat low and peek back to my old hiding spot. An enemy now holds it. I aim my gun and shoot. The noise cracked the air and there was no chance for survival from my target. The smoke rolled up and blocked my vision. A sneer came across my face taking in my hungry blood thirsty pride.
The smoke cleared and the foe still stood with a grin on his face as he shot me. The bullet had no effect though, because bullets don't work when they come from Cheaters.
"YOU CHEATED!" I cry stomping forward.
"Uh... no, I didn't," my friend casually replied.
"Ya-huh! I shot you!" my face was red with anger.
"And I dodged it," he cooly said.
My anger grew, "NUH-UH! I HIT YOU SQUARE IN THE CHEST! YOU'RE DEAD!"
A blast came from behind me as I turned to see Kylie shooting me.
"Haha! You're dead!" She jeered.
"We're on time out! That didn't count! I killed Brett, but he won't die!"
"Nuh-UH!" You didn't kill m and you just got shot again. YOU cheated!" Brett poked at me.
"NO I DIDN'T!"
"Yeah! You did!"
"Nuh-uh!"
"Yah-huh!"
"Nuh-uh!"
"Yah-huh!"
My face boiled with anger, I leaned forward ready to pounce, but retracted . I stomped away.
"MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!"
The Looking Glass tells
When I look in the mirror,
i see something unexpected.
I see a stranger's eyes, unsuspected
And adult prepared for the world
Who's had a past in an image swirled.
Where did she come from?
What is her tale?
Does she love someone?
She looks so frail.
but second glance, she is me.
And by chance, I'm not who I see.
i see something unexpected.
I see a stranger's eyes, unsuspected
And adult prepared for the world
Who's had a past in an image swirled.
Where did she come from?
What is her tale?
Does she love someone?
She looks so frail.
but second glance, she is me.
And by chance, I'm not who I see.
Mustaches
The hair that lies beneath your nose
Most fashionable on men
More commonly, wealthy men.
Rarely fashionable on women.
Goes dashingly well with a top hat
and monocle
Thin ones
Busy ones
Curly ones
Flat ones
Handlebar
Manchu
Toothbrush
Full
Red ones
Brown ones
Blond ones
Gray ones
Black ones
Crumbly snacks saved for later
Warm maxillas during winter
Shade for lips during Summer
there's not reason NOT to have one.
It may low below the nose
but it reigns superior to the upper lip.
Now I mustache you,
Will you grow a mustache?
Most fashionable on men
More commonly, wealthy men.
Rarely fashionable on women.
Goes dashingly well with a top hat
and monocle
Thin ones
Busy ones
Curly ones
Flat ones
Handlebar
Manchu
Toothbrush
Full
Red ones
Brown ones
Blond ones
Gray ones
Black ones
Crumbly snacks saved for later
Warm maxillas during winter
Shade for lips during Summer
there's not reason NOT to have one.
It may low below the nose
but it reigns superior to the upper lip.
Now I mustache you,
Will you grow a mustache?
Summer Memories
Glowing heat and the radiant sun
hold me back in my past
It brings all my summer memories
boiling to the top.
The cherished and broken heart
Joyful days of biking
Cruel embarrassing crushes
that infected a foolish child's heart
Building forts in the deserts
Walking to the Pool
Coming home at dark
before that last streetlight sparked.
My childhood returned to me
through a simple rising sun
Video games completed
Rollerblades knees skidded
The taste of blood from danger
filled adventure scars
The misty dreams of yesterday
can never be repeated.
Childhood days were spent
with no change to spare
All the summer brings
is my hopeless urge
To return back to the days
of Goosebump books and shimmery pogs
mudpies, boybands, straggly hair, and stray dogs
The days where the world was our toy box
and we had one in our room
just in case the world was too much
to much for us to handle
How silly we were
to worry about the world
being too much
When we ourselves
were so little.
hold me back in my past
It brings all my summer memories
boiling to the top.
The cherished and broken heart
Joyful days of biking
Cruel embarrassing crushes
that infected a foolish child's heart
Building forts in the deserts
Walking to the Pool
Coming home at dark
before that last streetlight sparked.
My childhood returned to me
through a simple rising sun
Video games completed
Rollerblades knees skidded
The taste of blood from danger
filled adventure scars
The misty dreams of yesterday
can never be repeated.
Childhood days were spent
with no change to spare
All the summer brings
is my hopeless urge
To return back to the days
of Goosebump books and shimmery pogs
mudpies, boybands, straggly hair, and stray dogs
The days where the world was our toy box
and we had one in our room
just in case the world was too much
to much for us to handle
How silly we were
to worry about the world
being too much
When we ourselves
were so little.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Say Goodbye to your Sisters
"Hold your sister's hand,"
My mother tells me
I don't want to.
She's too clingy.
She has funny hair.
She sucks on her pacifier too much.
"Play nice with your sister,"
My mother scolds me.
I don't want to.
She doesn't play right.
She smells funny.
she won't play the way I want to.
"Don't push your sister,"
My mother yells at me.
I want to.
She's dumb.
And ugly.
And she steals all my hugs.
"Look at your new sister,"
My mother shows me.
I don't want to.
She's more clingy than the other one.
She has even funnier hair.
I don't want two sisters.
"Don't pick on your sister,"
My mother points at me.
I want to.
She's so small.
And really noisy.
She always gets what she wants.
"Say goodbye to your sisters."
My mother tells me.
I don't want to.
I'll miss them.
I love them.
They don't have such funny hair.
They smell moderately nice.
The way they played was okay.
They weren't too clingy.
They shared most of their hugs.
I'm sorry I didn't like to hold your hands.
I'm sorry I played rough and cruel.
I'm sorry I pushed you both.
I'm sorry I didn't want you at first.
I'm sorry I picked on you both.
I'm sorry I said Goodbye.
My mother tells me
I don't want to.
She's too clingy.
She has funny hair.
She sucks on her pacifier too much.
"Play nice with your sister,"
My mother scolds me.
I don't want to.
She doesn't play right.
She smells funny.
she won't play the way I want to.
"Don't push your sister,"
My mother yells at me.
I want to.
She's dumb.
And ugly.
And she steals all my hugs.
"Look at your new sister,"
My mother shows me.
I don't want to.
She's more clingy than the other one.
She has even funnier hair.
I don't want two sisters.
"Don't pick on your sister,"
My mother points at me.
I want to.
She's so small.
And really noisy.
She always gets what she wants.
"Say goodbye to your sisters."
My mother tells me.
I don't want to.
I'll miss them.
I love them.
They don't have such funny hair.
They smell moderately nice.
The way they played was okay.
They weren't too clingy.
They shared most of their hugs.
I'm sorry I didn't like to hold your hands.
I'm sorry I played rough and cruel.
I'm sorry I pushed you both.
I'm sorry I didn't want you at first.
I'm sorry I picked on you both.
I'm sorry I said Goodbye.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Forget the Formalities, It’s Just You and Me
a song written by Mackenzie Dunn
I was not supposed to remember
What you said to me
I was not supposed to remember
The way you held me
I was not supposed to remember…
You at all
I can still taste all the lies
You fed to me
All the stumbled steps
You danced with me
and through all the chilly nights and pointless fights
you’d comfort me
now you’re just
a faded memory.
Erasing your name out of my diary entries
But your face will haunt my dreams for centuries
we shared so much in our recent past
we were both fools to think this would last
I was not supposed to love
you at all.
I can still taste all the lies
You fed to me
All the stumbled steps
You danced with me
and through all the chilly nights and pointless fights
you’d comfort me
now you’re just
a faded memory.
*whispered*
(This is for my harsh remarksmy attitude and my vicious barks
I can’t believe I hurt you so
but darling, you hurt me too
in my defense dear
I couldn’t trust )
You at all.
I can still taste all the lies
You fed to me
All the stumbled steps
You danced with me
and through all the chilly nights and pointless fights
you’d comfort me
now you’re just
a faded memory.
I was not supposed to forget
what you said to me (but I will)
I was not supposed to forget
The way you held me (but I will)
I was not supposed to forget
You at all. (but I will)
Friday, March 12, 2010
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
My new ending to Mary Shelly's Frankenstein.
We had an assignment... it was to write a new ending to Frankenstein.
Walton in Continuation:
My Dearest Sister,
You have heard this strange tale which fills my heart with horror. Can you not feel the terror pulsing through your veins as well? My friend, Victor, fell much more ill than prior his already disturbing health. As I cared for my fatally ill-stricken friend, the crew wanted to mutiny. Even in his dire predicament, poor Victor fought up and convinced the crew to hold off one day longer to consider their decision.
The poor man lay in his death bed and upon the night the crew made up their mind to go home, Victor died.
I felt it in my slumber, his death awakening me. I flitted to his quarters and found the creature looming over the corpse. In a gruff mutilated voice, mumbles rolled out over the body.
"FIEND! Dastardly creature! You have tormented my friend until the life was lifted from his very body! Praise his tormented soul retreated to heaven rather than his hateful heart drag him to the very pits of hell!" I cried to him using my fist to show my agitation.
The awful creature turned to me with his grotesque mask excreting fluids which his dis-proportioned skin could not hold with inside him. I turned my face and he looked at me with curiosity and a grin which held a secret on his lips.
The creature held up his hands to show his intentions were harmless. "Peace my friend. Listen to me and try to understand my words for they are beyond what the mind can easily comprehend. You call me the culprit to Victor. Victor, my victim to cruel torturous deeds. This is not true. You do not understand. Victor created me, he was my father, my mortal god. Only as to you, he explained me as a physical being, as if I could actually walk and talk. As if I spoke to other humans than just him and scare people besides only himself. This is far from the truth."
My eyes which have been averting his this whole time were now locked onto his as horrifying as they were. My eyes were filled with confusion and the creature could tell.
"I can see the distress in your eyes. This is what I must explain. Victor created me in his mind, I am a mere hallucination of the monster within himself. I notice questions bubbling up from you, but you must hear my complete tale before I answer them. Victor had worked so hard on creating a being and giving it life, the moment it failed, I was born. Not being able to deal with failutre, he convinced himself that the creature, myself, had come to life. After my birth, Victor soon became very ill, taking on two personalities at one time is not an easy accomplishment. During his dementia, his hatred for his little brother grew as he was receiving the life that Victor so desperately wanted back. He had used me to destroy his little brother, but still be innocent of all crimes. When I approached him, asking for a woman to accompany me in my misery, it was truly Victor's own desire to be with Elizabeth speaking through me. He fought with me whether it was right nor not.
"Thus doing so, he decided to destroy my wife within destroying his urges of being with his dearest Elizabeth. He sought Clerval as competition to his beloved. Victor was set upon the thought that if he could not have her, than no man shall. Using me to cover for himself, he had me murder Clerval and upon the night of his wedding, I strangled his wife to death for Victor could no longer fight the urges to be with her. If she were dead, then she would be able to ignore. How sick poor Victor was.
"Convinced there was another being murdering his loved ones, he followed his creation of the inner monster deep into the northern region driving himself to extreme deprivation of nourishment. During his malnourished phase, he had lost me and was then picked up by you upon you vessel."
The creature looked upon me as if his tale had been unfolded. I waited fo the creature to continue, but he did not.
"May I make my inquiries?" I asked.
He nodded towards me motioning me to continue.
"If you are a mere figment of Victor Frankenstein's imagination, then how am I to spectate the very image of you?"
A deep grottling rumble shook my very core, I took this to be the creature's laugh.
"I got so caught up with this epic, that I forgot to include the utmost important detail. You and Victor are one in the same. He is you and you are him. As I am a figment of Victor's imagination, so are you. Upon creating a monster within himself, he also needed to create a personality that represented his innocence. You are the result of that."
Oh Margaret, I would be lying if this was not the most surprising information I encountered throughout this shock-fest of an evening. I tried to argue with the being.
"That is most false!" I declared. "I have a life back home. That of a quaint home and a darling sister who is married to her husband, my brother-in-law! Your words are simply not so."
At this point the creature's voice came to the volume of just below a boom.
"Can you not accept the truth as Victor did? You are more like him than I expected!"
"How did I pick up Victor in his state if it is fact that I don't exist? That cannot be explained!"
"Oh dear cousin, but it can. You see, Victor found a crew a little before this destination as of where we are now approximately a week ago. He had gathered them to come find me, but told them he was simply looking for new discoveries. That is where your life began. Can you answer why you felt it was the only thing to do with your life to come out here? Just for adventure? Is that your only answer?"
I shook my head in disbelief not being able to take in the disturbing information.
"But I have all these memories! And what of Margaret who I write so often?"
The creature sighed, "The memories you obtain are what Victor had set in there, and your dearest Margaret," at this the creature chuckled, "that is the faint memory of Elizabeth. Her husband is Victor's friend Henry Clerval. Oh! The suffering Victor's mind had put him through and now, now he lay dead. Still to never wander the earth again."
I looked with insight, "How can both you and I exist if our creator is dead?"
"Ah, as Victor was smart, as are you. What you see here is the persona of Victor. Victor was too sick to continue and I too savage to exist. If another were to walk into this room, they'd only view you speaking upon and empty room and a vacant bed. You'd be stamped as an imbecile and carried away to an institution, though who am I to say you don't belong in one?" he seemed to chuckle at his own thought.
"This is madness you speak and I will hear no more of it! I simply find it much to difficult to understand your words!" I cried in pure passion.
The monster stared me down with lazy eyes and I searched within my being only knowing oh too well the horrifying truth. My eyes softened and returned to the creature, "If I am to be the primary persona, then what is to be your fate?"
He looked away with despair out the cabin porthole. "I am to vanquish myself in a smoldering fire as that is the only way I can find symbolic enough to cease my existence." His head lifted to find my eyes, "And you my friend, what are your plans?"
I pondered upon this and my eyes lit with such treasures. "I am going to live my life as a jolly fellow should to return to Victor all his tormented hours and to you all the love for neglect and hatred."
The creature's lips turned into a twisted smile, "Remember, I will always be lurking in the deepest parts of your thoughts, over shadowed by your portion. As we all know, there's a little monster in all of us. And you, dear friend, are no exception."
And with that, he slipped out the window and jumped into the frozen sea. I retired to my chambers to write you this letter, Elisabeth, and I am now on my journey home to rejoice my new found life and live out my days in happiness. I must watch my sanity though, I refuse to be bound and gagged then thrown upon the shore only to be dragged to an asylum.
I shall return home as soon as possible if I am not diagnosed with Cabin Fever before my return.
With Love Always,
Robert "Victor" Walton.
Walton in Continuation:
My Dearest Sister,
You have heard this strange tale which fills my heart with horror. Can you not feel the terror pulsing through your veins as well? My friend, Victor, fell much more ill than prior his already disturbing health. As I cared for my fatally ill-stricken friend, the crew wanted to mutiny. Even in his dire predicament, poor Victor fought up and convinced the crew to hold off one day longer to consider their decision.
The poor man lay in his death bed and upon the night the crew made up their mind to go home, Victor died.
I felt it in my slumber, his death awakening me. I flitted to his quarters and found the creature looming over the corpse. In a gruff mutilated voice, mumbles rolled out over the body.
"FIEND! Dastardly creature! You have tormented my friend until the life was lifted from his very body! Praise his tormented soul retreated to heaven rather than his hateful heart drag him to the very pits of hell!" I cried to him using my fist to show my agitation.
The awful creature turned to me with his grotesque mask excreting fluids which his dis-proportioned skin could not hold with inside him. I turned my face and he looked at me with curiosity and a grin which held a secret on his lips.
The creature held up his hands to show his intentions were harmless. "Peace my friend. Listen to me and try to understand my words for they are beyond what the mind can easily comprehend. You call me the culprit to Victor. Victor, my victim to cruel torturous deeds. This is not true. You do not understand. Victor created me, he was my father, my mortal god. Only as to you, he explained me as a physical being, as if I could actually walk and talk. As if I spoke to other humans than just him and scare people besides only himself. This is far from the truth."
My eyes which have been averting his this whole time were now locked onto his as horrifying as they were. My eyes were filled with confusion and the creature could tell.
"I can see the distress in your eyes. This is what I must explain. Victor created me in his mind, I am a mere hallucination of the monster within himself. I notice questions bubbling up from you, but you must hear my complete tale before I answer them. Victor had worked so hard on creating a being and giving it life, the moment it failed, I was born. Not being able to deal with failutre, he convinced himself that the creature, myself, had come to life. After my birth, Victor soon became very ill, taking on two personalities at one time is not an easy accomplishment. During his dementia, his hatred for his little brother grew as he was receiving the life that Victor so desperately wanted back. He had used me to destroy his little brother, but still be innocent of all crimes. When I approached him, asking for a woman to accompany me in my misery, it was truly Victor's own desire to be with Elizabeth speaking through me. He fought with me whether it was right nor not.
"Thus doing so, he decided to destroy my wife within destroying his urges of being with his dearest Elizabeth. He sought Clerval as competition to his beloved. Victor was set upon the thought that if he could not have her, than no man shall. Using me to cover for himself, he had me murder Clerval and upon the night of his wedding, I strangled his wife to death for Victor could no longer fight the urges to be with her. If she were dead, then she would be able to ignore. How sick poor Victor was.
"Convinced there was another being murdering his loved ones, he followed his creation of the inner monster deep into the northern region driving himself to extreme deprivation of nourishment. During his malnourished phase, he had lost me and was then picked up by you upon you vessel."
The creature looked upon me as if his tale had been unfolded. I waited fo the creature to continue, but he did not.
"May I make my inquiries?" I asked.
He nodded towards me motioning me to continue.
"If you are a mere figment of Victor Frankenstein's imagination, then how am I to spectate the very image of you?"
A deep grottling rumble shook my very core, I took this to be the creature's laugh.
"I got so caught up with this epic, that I forgot to include the utmost important detail. You and Victor are one in the same. He is you and you are him. As I am a figment of Victor's imagination, so are you. Upon creating a monster within himself, he also needed to create a personality that represented his innocence. You are the result of that."
Oh Margaret, I would be lying if this was not the most surprising information I encountered throughout this shock-fest of an evening. I tried to argue with the being.
"That is most false!" I declared. "I have a life back home. That of a quaint home and a darling sister who is married to her husband, my brother-in-law! Your words are simply not so."
At this point the creature's voice came to the volume of just below a boom.
"Can you not accept the truth as Victor did? You are more like him than I expected!"
"How did I pick up Victor in his state if it is fact that I don't exist? That cannot be explained!"
"Oh dear cousin, but it can. You see, Victor found a crew a little before this destination as of where we are now approximately a week ago. He had gathered them to come find me, but told them he was simply looking for new discoveries. That is where your life began. Can you answer why you felt it was the only thing to do with your life to come out here? Just for adventure? Is that your only answer?"
I shook my head in disbelief not being able to take in the disturbing information.
"But I have all these memories! And what of Margaret who I write so often?"
The creature sighed, "The memories you obtain are what Victor had set in there, and your dearest Margaret," at this the creature chuckled, "that is the faint memory of Elizabeth. Her husband is Victor's friend Henry Clerval. Oh! The suffering Victor's mind had put him through and now, now he lay dead. Still to never wander the earth again."
I looked with insight, "How can both you and I exist if our creator is dead?"
"Ah, as Victor was smart, as are you. What you see here is the persona of Victor. Victor was too sick to continue and I too savage to exist. If another were to walk into this room, they'd only view you speaking upon and empty room and a vacant bed. You'd be stamped as an imbecile and carried away to an institution, though who am I to say you don't belong in one?" he seemed to chuckle at his own thought.
"This is madness you speak and I will hear no more of it! I simply find it much to difficult to understand your words!" I cried in pure passion.
The monster stared me down with lazy eyes and I searched within my being only knowing oh too well the horrifying truth. My eyes softened and returned to the creature, "If I am to be the primary persona, then what is to be your fate?"
He looked away with despair out the cabin porthole. "I am to vanquish myself in a smoldering fire as that is the only way I can find symbolic enough to cease my existence." His head lifted to find my eyes, "And you my friend, what are your plans?"
I pondered upon this and my eyes lit with such treasures. "I am going to live my life as a jolly fellow should to return to Victor all his tormented hours and to you all the love for neglect and hatred."
The creature's lips turned into a twisted smile, "Remember, I will always be lurking in the deepest parts of your thoughts, over shadowed by your portion. As we all know, there's a little monster in all of us. And you, dear friend, are no exception."
And with that, he slipped out the window and jumped into the frozen sea. I retired to my chambers to write you this letter, Elisabeth, and I am now on my journey home to rejoice my new found life and live out my days in happiness. I must watch my sanity though, I refuse to be bound and gagged then thrown upon the shore only to be dragged to an asylum.
I shall return home as soon as possible if I am not diagnosed with Cabin Fever before my return.
With Love Always,
Robert "Victor" Walton.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Fantasy Wars
"The end is near, " whispered one of the warriors next to me.
I looked at him with confident eyes, " The hell it is. The world will end when I say it ends."
The warrior nodded and fell back in line.
I patted my unicorn and trotted forward in front of the soldiers. "Tonight, we become men."
A she flew in my direction followed by a cry. "Heeey!" cried a group of women.
"Oh! And women. Excuse me. Anywaaaaays, we will rise up and conquer our enemy, the zombie alien vampire werewolf lake monsters and take back what is ours!"
I threw my fist up thrusting my lightsaber into the air.
Everyone cheered except for a single man who coughed, "What are we taking back again?"
I facepalmed. "Our country. Our world. Zombie alien vampire werewolf lake monsters are invading from outer space to harvest our planet, remember?"
"Oh yeah," the man whimpered.
The enemies were lining up prepared for battle.
"Holy squad... you ready?"
A group of priests held up their super soakers with gold inscribed crosses. "God Bless!"
"Rangers?"
Men in ten gallon hats on horses cocked their silver bullet filled pistols.
"We're ready sir," a southern drawl rang out.
"And where's my snipers?"
A man with one tooth stood in front of his overalled plaid gang and asks, "Y'all ready?"
The rednecks replied, "Yee-haw!"
"Ok, and everyone else?"
A loud roar came through the valley.
"All right then. Let's chaaaaaaarge."
I kicked Sugarplum on her hips and whispered in her ear, "Let's go girl."
The unicorn expelled rainbows from her behind and launched into flight. The battle had begun and the warriors clashed.
I looked at him with confident eyes, " The hell it is. The world will end when I say it ends."
The warrior nodded and fell back in line.
I patted my unicorn and trotted forward in front of the soldiers. "Tonight, we become men."
A she flew in my direction followed by a cry. "Heeey!" cried a group of women.
"Oh! And women. Excuse me. Anywaaaaays, we will rise up and conquer our enemy, the zombie alien vampire werewolf lake monsters and take back what is ours!"
I threw my fist up thrusting my lightsaber into the air.
Everyone cheered except for a single man who coughed, "What are we taking back again?"
I facepalmed. "Our country. Our world. Zombie alien vampire werewolf lake monsters are invading from outer space to harvest our planet, remember?"
"Oh yeah," the man whimpered.
The enemies were lining up prepared for battle.
"Holy squad... you ready?"
A group of priests held up their super soakers with gold inscribed crosses. "God Bless!"
"Rangers?"
Men in ten gallon hats on horses cocked their silver bullet filled pistols.
"We're ready sir," a southern drawl rang out.
"And where's my snipers?"
A man with one tooth stood in front of his overalled plaid gang and asks, "Y'all ready?"
The rednecks replied, "Yee-haw!"
"Ok, and everyone else?"
A loud roar came through the valley.
"All right then. Let's chaaaaaaarge."
I kicked Sugarplum on her hips and whispered in her ear, "Let's go girl."
The unicorn expelled rainbows from her behind and launched into flight. The battle had begun and the warriors clashed.
Monday, February 1, 2010
I have created a being
MacZombie says:
.... you guys....
I've created someone.
I made him...
with my own imagination.
Aubri says:
oh no
MacZombie says:
... a long time ago... I met a man... his name was Zelda Death.
Clint has been added to the conversation.
MacZombie says:
Not many people talked to him
on the internet
but I did.
And we became close friends.
He told me about his life and how he has a fiance
named Trish.
the family guy forums eventually shut down
and I hadn't heard from him in a while
but he messaged me on myspace
and we ended up talking through myspace...
BUT then he dropped off the face of the earth again....
and I hadn't really thought of him.
A few months later we started a new forum and he came as Link Life
we retouched our roots and reconnected
he disappeared again though
and a few months later I asked myself where he had gone off too
and lo and behold... he suddenly appeared on Twitter
and we talked on Twitter...
then again he fell off the face of the earth
but then I thought about him and he showed up... this time... he's married. He married trish finally.
we talked for a bit... but then he disappeared again...
and just yesterday... I was taking a shower... and I asked myself... where is Link LIfe.....
and today.... he posted a tweet.
How can one person avoid the internet for so long?
...
I have the solution
he's a figment of my imagination.
He agrees as well.
He's calling me god/lord now.
/creator.
it's the only explanation I have.
Clint says:
question mark?
Aubri says:
wow
jennifer says:
totally.
MacZombie says:
... my mind... has been fucked.
Aubri says:
in the ass man
that was WEIRD
MacZombie says:
he has to be imaginary.
There's just... no other...
I seriously want to cry.
He only appears on the internet when I think of him.
jennifer says:
....
not good kenz
not good.
Aubri says:
wow
jennifer says:
does he appear after long bouts of the no sleeping thing?
MacZombie says:
... no.
Aubri says:
you sure?
MacZombie says:
And he's Zelda related.... so... I mean.... that would be me.....
OH
and he tried to tell me he could type in another language so I couldn't have thought him up
because I wouldn't know that language
but I have this nifty little translator
where I can read or write in any language.
Life... is so confusing.
Aubri says:
OMG
MacZombie says:
now he's complimenting my wittiness.
good creation
good
jennifer says:
I'm tired.
MacZombie says:
I took a nap yo
Jen...
Aubri says:
god this movie sucks ass (she was speaking about Inglourious Basterds and that's why the next head bang of texts takes place.)
MacZombie says:
asdjifgakjsdlbhkposdgn
asdf;lghao[isdg
jennifer says:
yes?
MacZombie says:
alsk;dfgutioa
aerjio
that was my face.
*(breath*
*breathes*
Everyone is entitled to their own opinion
*exhales*
okay
Jen...
jennifer says:
mac..
I dont think I want to know.
MacZombie says:
does this remind you of Crista and I?
http: //27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kx5mxbY0BT1qzdl9go1_500.jpg
jennifer says:
omfg
no way.
MacZombie says:
?
jennifer says:
yes.
to much.
MacZombie says:
it's quite frightening....
the internet...
jennifer says:
very much so.
MacZombie says:
... I thought I was joking
when I said...
It is my life...
it was an exaggeration
but look at me!
Look at what I have done!
I've created LIFE!
and the internet...
jennifer says:
You've given birth!!
MacZombie says:
it knows my life!
I am it...
and it is me.
We are one
and one are we.
I have... the world wide web....
at my fingertips!
SHALL I CHOOSE TO ABUSE THIS POWER?
I think not
for not only do I own the internet
but it owns me
We are both eternal slaves to each other!
Always vowed to bid ones' deeds
as I the other is to bid thy others'
our world... has just collided...
jennifer says:
.........
Mac...
did you takez some sleepinz pillz
MacZombie says:
I DID NOT
MacZombie says:
he's talking to me about Left 4 Dead now....
he is me.
jennifer says:
.......
MacZombie says:
and I am him
jennifer says:
I think life has finally broken you.
MacZombie says:
we are one.
jennifer says:
Is it sad that thats how I think about josh.
MacZombie says:
IF I COMMIT SUICIDE TONIGHT!
I want one of you to document my life
write it all down
what you can record that is.
for you don't know my life
and make a book about me
make me famous!
for I have
created life
and inanimate life has created me
jennifer says:
I really think you took something.
MacZombie says:
Or my eyes have just been opened!
To a world
that I had no idea bout!
a life...
that I did not know I harbored
until it spoke to me
face to face
after a long attire of non speaking!
Life... as we know it... is not... as it seems.
This whole time! I've been begging to go to Wonderland, when I didn't even know... Wonderland came to me.
jennifer says:
she took something.
Aubri says:
you sound like a crack head
.... you guys....
I've created someone.
I made him...
with my own imagination.
Aubri says:
oh no
MacZombie says:
... a long time ago... I met a man... his name was Zelda Death.
Clint has been added to the conversation.
MacZombie says:
Not many people talked to him
on the internet
but I did.
And we became close friends.
He told me about his life and how he has a fiance
named Trish.
the family guy forums eventually shut down
and I hadn't heard from him in a while
but he messaged me on myspace
and we ended up talking through myspace...
BUT then he dropped off the face of the earth again....
and I hadn't really thought of him.
A few months later we started a new forum and he came as Link Life
we retouched our roots and reconnected
he disappeared again though
and a few months later I asked myself where he had gone off too
and lo and behold... he suddenly appeared on Twitter
and we talked on Twitter...
then again he fell off the face of the earth
but then I thought about him and he showed up... this time... he's married. He married trish finally.
we talked for a bit... but then he disappeared again...
and just yesterday... I was taking a shower... and I asked myself... where is Link LIfe.....
and today.... he posted a tweet.
How can one person avoid the internet for so long?
...
I have the solution
he's a figment of my imagination.
He agrees as well.
He's calling me god/lord now.
/creator.
it's the only explanation I have.
Clint says:
question mark?
Aubri says:
wow
jennifer says:
totally.
MacZombie says:
... my mind... has been fucked.
Aubri says:
in the ass man
that was WEIRD
MacZombie says:
he has to be imaginary.
There's just... no other...
I seriously want to cry.
He only appears on the internet when I think of him.
jennifer says:
....
not good kenz
not good.
Aubri says:
wow
jennifer says:
does he appear after long bouts of the no sleeping thing?
MacZombie says:
... no.
Aubri says:
you sure?
MacZombie says:
And he's Zelda related.... so... I mean.... that would be me.....
OH
and he tried to tell me he could type in another language so I couldn't have thought him up
because I wouldn't know that language
but I have this nifty little translator
where I can read or write in any language.
Life... is so confusing.
Aubri says:
OMG
MacZombie says:
now he's complimenting my wittiness.
good creation
good
jennifer says:
I'm tired.
MacZombie says:
I took a nap yo
Jen...
Aubri says:
god this movie sucks ass (she was speaking about Inglourious Basterds and that's why the next head bang of texts takes place.)
MacZombie says:
asdjifgakjsdlbhkposdgn
asdf;lghao[isdg
jennifer says:
yes?
MacZombie says:
alsk;dfgutioa
aerjio
that was my face.
*(breath*
*breathes*
Everyone is entitled to their own opinion
*exhales*
okay
Jen...
jennifer says:
mac..
I dont think I want to know.
MacZombie says:
does this remind you of Crista and I?
http: //27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kx5mxbY0BT1qzdl9go1_500.jpg
jennifer says:
omfg
no way.
MacZombie says:
?
jennifer says:
yes.
to much.
MacZombie says:
it's quite frightening....
the internet...
jennifer says:
very much so.
MacZombie says:
... I thought I was joking
when I said...
It is my life...
it was an exaggeration
but look at me!
Look at what I have done!
I've created LIFE!
and the internet...
jennifer says:
You've given birth!!
MacZombie says:
it knows my life!
I am it...
and it is me.
We are one
and one are we.
I have... the world wide web....
at my fingertips!
SHALL I CHOOSE TO ABUSE THIS POWER?
I think not
for not only do I own the internet
but it owns me
We are both eternal slaves to each other!
Always vowed to bid ones' deeds
as I the other is to bid thy others'
our world... has just collided...
jennifer says:
.........
Mac...
did you takez some sleepinz pillz
MacZombie says:
I DID NOT
MacZombie says:
he's talking to me about Left 4 Dead now....
he is me.
jennifer says:
.......
MacZombie says:
and I am him
jennifer says:
I think life has finally broken you.
MacZombie says:
we are one.
jennifer says:
Is it sad that thats how I think about josh.
MacZombie says:
IF I COMMIT SUICIDE TONIGHT!
I want one of you to document my life
write it all down
what you can record that is.
for you don't know my life
and make a book about me
make me famous!
for I have
created life
and inanimate life has created me
jennifer says:
I really think you took something.
MacZombie says:
Or my eyes have just been opened!
To a world
that I had no idea bout!
a life...
that I did not know I harbored
until it spoke to me
face to face
after a long attire of non speaking!
Life... as we know it... is not... as it seems.
This whole time! I've been begging to go to Wonderland, when I didn't even know... Wonderland came to me.
jennifer says:
she took something.
Aubri says:
you sound like a crack head
I sometimes pretend I'm in a Zelda Game when I go in my Dad's Bathroom
because he has two doors and two sets of light switches, but they recently broke, so you have to have the right one on and the other one off in a various order.
So you run back and forth trying to figure out the correct way and maybe a key will drop so I can unlock the other door.
But then I think that it’s too easy and think that maybe there’s a floormaster over head
and he’s going to drop
So I scream and run out of the bathroom.
Because Floormasters are my biggest Fear in life. Right next to growing up.
Friday, January 29, 2010
My theory to life
I've reached the utmost miserable point I have ever had in my entire life. There are spurs of happiness here and there and I do hold my optimism for some time, but in the end... I am so depressed. No matter how many laughs are shared throughout the day, I retire to my room at night, and sob for hours on end. Unlike most girls, I cannot sob myself to sleep. It only keeps me awake, pushing me into a night filled with insomnia. Within the past 3 weeks, I have received possibly a total of 30 hours of sleep. The stress of money problems and college applications and the cost of college applications and the fate of my sisters pushes more depression on my shoulders than I can even pretend to hold up anymore.
If you knew me prior to these past couple months, you would view me as a strong individual that would fight everything that was thrown at her and never shed a tear because she knew that something will give and things will get better.
That person broke. She is no longer here. She had been worn down little by little, until there was nothing left to wear down. She's gone. During the process of being warn down, she could at least grab the pieces breaking apart and mush them together to make a sad lump, but the pieces were still together. Now, she can't even do that. Now she is me, A tired, run-down, beat up, careless, nut-case. I blame it on my luck. Everything... and if you don't believe me, I mean fucking everything... goes wrong. Even if it's just the simplest of problems, I will get screwed over. Example 1: My mother beats the shit out of me. I get fined an $800 ticket for "running away" in no shoes, a ripped shirt, and blood pouring down my face. Example 2: I get a new camera to put on my laptop. Laptop breaks. Example 3: Gets laptop fixed, Camera doesn't run with my computer's software and now it's too late to take it back cause it took so goddamn long to fix the computer. Example 4: Everything had to be erased from the computer, complete iTunes playlist is gone. Example 5: Newly fixed computer won't download limewire. Example 6: Laptop breaks again after a month and a half of being fixed. (Same issues.) Those are just 5... that have happened in the past month. The first one happened a few years ago, but it's a great example about how the way my life goes.
My belief, there's born people out there. You are born with your luck. My father and I, born with bad luck. My mother and sisters, born with good luck. We all know those people who come out smelling like a rose even when they work in a manure factory. Those are the people born with luck. And every time luck seems to knock on their front door, it's taken away from us. The unlucky ones. I have some friends, and I am willing to bet... if they were to rob a bank, during their escape, they trip into a guy who is about to kill himself, but stop him. The cops stop my friend, give them an award and the key to the city. Sometime close to this occurrence, while I'm giving the little money I have left to a homeless person and decide not to eat that night, I get mugged and when they realize I don't have any money, they leave me in the streets a crumpled mess. I swear to god, this WILL happen if my friend ever decides to rob a bank. But they won't have to, because they will never be in the situation of need for money. Because they... have their luck.
And when we do get ahead, end up on top for once, it will bite us later. Oh and it bites hard. You're walking down the street and stumble upon a wad of money. You don't see anyone around who it could belong to and it only looks like a couple of dollars. You pick it up and pocket it. You unwad the wad later and it ends up being $200. Wow... it's your lucky day.... today. 2 weeks from now, someone breaks into your house, takes your $500 TV, your $200 Wii, and about $400 in movies. Not only that, your sweet old Grandma of a neighbor tells you how lost she is because she lost part of her rent outside. She dropped exactly $200. Now I may be over exaggerating, but I have had near to this for experience.
While my friend, who has everything handed to them, will stumble upon a wad of $500, win a Wii in some contest they never even entered, have a family member give them a $1000 TV for their birthday, and be paid $400 to be in a movie cause they just got that look.
Don't laugh... because this... is... my... life.
And I am done with it.
If you knew me prior to these past couple months, you would view me as a strong individual that would fight everything that was thrown at her and never shed a tear because she knew that something will give and things will get better.
That person broke. She is no longer here. She had been worn down little by little, until there was nothing left to wear down. She's gone. During the process of being warn down, she could at least grab the pieces breaking apart and mush them together to make a sad lump, but the pieces were still together. Now, she can't even do that. Now she is me, A tired, run-down, beat up, careless, nut-case. I blame it on my luck. Everything... and if you don't believe me, I mean fucking everything... goes wrong. Even if it's just the simplest of problems, I will get screwed over. Example 1: My mother beats the shit out of me. I get fined an $800 ticket for "running away" in no shoes, a ripped shirt, and blood pouring down my face. Example 2: I get a new camera to put on my laptop. Laptop breaks. Example 3: Gets laptop fixed, Camera doesn't run with my computer's software and now it's too late to take it back cause it took so goddamn long to fix the computer. Example 4: Everything had to be erased from the computer, complete iTunes playlist is gone. Example 5: Newly fixed computer won't download limewire. Example 6: Laptop breaks again after a month and a half of being fixed. (Same issues.) Those are just 5... that have happened in the past month. The first one happened a few years ago, but it's a great example about how the way my life goes.
My belief, there's born people out there. You are born with your luck. My father and I, born with bad luck. My mother and sisters, born with good luck. We all know those people who come out smelling like a rose even when they work in a manure factory. Those are the people born with luck. And every time luck seems to knock on their front door, it's taken away from us. The unlucky ones. I have some friends, and I am willing to bet... if they were to rob a bank, during their escape, they trip into a guy who is about to kill himself, but stop him. The cops stop my friend, give them an award and the key to the city. Sometime close to this occurrence, while I'm giving the little money I have left to a homeless person and decide not to eat that night, I get mugged and when they realize I don't have any money, they leave me in the streets a crumpled mess. I swear to god, this WILL happen if my friend ever decides to rob a bank. But they won't have to, because they will never be in the situation of need for money. Because they... have their luck.
And when we do get ahead, end up on top for once, it will bite us later. Oh and it bites hard. You're walking down the street and stumble upon a wad of money. You don't see anyone around who it could belong to and it only looks like a couple of dollars. You pick it up and pocket it. You unwad the wad later and it ends up being $200. Wow... it's your lucky day.... today. 2 weeks from now, someone breaks into your house, takes your $500 TV, your $200 Wii, and about $400 in movies. Not only that, your sweet old Grandma of a neighbor tells you how lost she is because she lost part of her rent outside. She dropped exactly $200. Now I may be over exaggerating, but I have had near to this for experience.
While my friend, who has everything handed to them, will stumble upon a wad of $500, win a Wii in some contest they never even entered, have a family member give them a $1000 TV for their birthday, and be paid $400 to be in a movie cause they just got that look.
Don't laugh... because this... is... my... life.
And I am done with it.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
From nothing to something to nothing again.
Everyone was working their way around as quickly as they possibly could to see the alien object that has entered their universe. What was this peculiar object? They all listened intently for noises to come from the box, but nothing did. After hours, the box finally spoke. "Pluto is NO LONGER a planet," the box announced.
All the planet's jaws dropped and the asteroids snickered. Poor Pluto was much too far away to hear the announcement. The satellite had been sent from the scientists on Earth to inform the galaxy of their new decision. The satellite had reached up to Mars, but passing asteroids gossiped with Jupiter, whose moons gossiped with comets and the word began to spread.
Even as cruel as the comets were and how relieved they were to finally hear Pluto had been ripped of his undeserving title, they were not as heartless as to tell Pluto he was no longer anything he thought he was.
One asteroid puffed up his chest and decided better of this. "...Well I mean, Pluto knows he didn't deserve to be a planet. I've seen space dust more worthy of being called a planet than Pluto," The asteroid scoffed.
"I don't know Rick. I don't think we should tell him," replied the other asteroid.
"He should know either way. To be civil, he deserves to know," and with that, Rick Asteroid started towards the freezing uncharted areas of deep space. After many light years, Rick ran into Pluto's orbiting track.
"Another few weeks and he'll be here," the asteroid told himself.
Rick waited and waited until he saw lonely Pluto orbiting space. The tiny planet had an old wise face, with cracks of age and wisdom layering his surface. The creature had a majestic aura about him that made the asteroid give some automatic respect.
Rick began to gather up his courage to tell Pluto the news, but he saw Pluto's sad face.
Pluto spotted Rick, "You there! Asteroid!" Pluto's face instantly lit up and joy flowed throughout his core. "How nice it is to see someone out here in the cold vast depths of space. Do say, how are you?"
Rick's heart sank. Pluto's face was so depressing and solemn, but just the site of this strange asteroid brought such life to him. Rick lost his courage and felt sorry for the poor thing.
"I'm fine, I just thought I'd visit my favorite planet."
Pluto's face softened into a warming smile. "Why thank you, dear friend. May I know your name?"
Rick shuffled uncomfortably unsure if he wanted to give the name of one who will be bearing bad news. "It's Rick sir. Rick Asteroid."
"Ah and what a fine name at that. Tell me Rick, any news closer to the sun?" The planet's gray eyes softened as the creases around them grew as his cheeks spread into a bigger smile.
"I... I..." Rick couldn't handle it. He broke into sobs.
"Now, now. What can be such horrible news to bring you to such depression?" the old rock inquired.
"Pluto, my good friend. My dearest friend. I have awful news concerning you."
"Come on man, tell me!" Pluto began to become anxious.
"The humans, their scientists, they claim you're no longer a planet!" the young asteroid belted out.
Pluto sank back in his orbital trail and despair washed over the surface of his entire body causing Rick to tear up again.
"That's preposterous. Are you sure of this?"
Rick could only nod for a moment then sniffled, "I'm so sorry, Sir."
"How can they do this to me? How can they say one thing, for so long, then take it back?"
"I don't know," sobbed the asteroid.
"I worked for this title since I was just a nothing, and here I am again..." the old being broke down to a whisper, "a nothing." He continued back on strong, "I plant to do something about this! Why was I the last to know of this devastating news? Tell me young asteroid, what took you so long to deliver the news?" his voice bellowed through cold space.
The asteroid stammered for a moment, "You're just so far away." The asteroid looked guilty. "And no one wanted to hurt your feelings!" Rick still had a guilty feeling in his gut. "and, sire, a lot of us were jealous. I included. You were much similar to us when you became a planet. We don't understand why you were chosen over us. I do apologize sir for being jealous."
The old so called ex planet's face softened from his rage. His gray eyes held the young asteroids. "My dear boy, jealousy is something we all experience. Many times it is due to misunderstood situations. Shall I tell you my tale of becoming a planet?"
The asteroid nodded with tear filled eyes.
"Many years ago, thousands of years ago, I was much like you, a young rock traveling space. I felt that I had a bigger place in this universe though. I felt that I had a meaning to this vastness. I belonged somewhere, not quite sure of where that place was just yet, but I knew I belonged somewhere." his eyes trailed off to a memory far away. "I was rejected by all the other planets when I asked them how to become on of them. They laughed in my face and told me a little rock like me had no business asking such silly questions. I was broken hearted, but still determined to accomplish my dream. I went as far away as I could from the other planets facing many hardships. I traveled through asteroid fields where they attacked me with brute force, but I hung on. I eventually made it to a safe location and found myself my own orbiting pattern around the sun. The other planets send comets to spread crude comments to me and how I didn't belong. I was nothing. I didn't deserve to be considered one of them. As I passed the sun on occasion, he just smiled at me as if I was doing the right thing. Years later, scientists of the supposedly superior planet, Earth, "the planet scoffed for a moment, "what a hot head she is, decided which rocks in space will be considered planets. Now if you really think about it, we never named ourselves out here. We were perfectly content without having a title, but the humans had to just name us. They created the definition of a planet, and they claimed me one. Now my dearest friend, I cannot express the joy that flowed through me that day. The triumph that glowed from my young crust knowing that I was accepted. I belonged, officially, whether the other planets liked it or not. I liked to think that I deserved this title after all the work that I had gone through, after all the hardships, after all the harassment. It didn't matter anymore, I was a planet. I've even suffered the loneliness of cold space just to hold this title dear to me. But now," the old planet's features sagged from the memory of his glory years, "now, I'm nothing. I dare say to even consider myself an asteroid like you."
The planet hunched in his orbital pattern and began to sob. Rick had no idea how to treat this creature of old, this respecting being. He needed more than this.
"I will not stand for this," Rick whispered.
Pluto looked up with tears streaming down his face. "What was that?"
Rick puffed up his chest, "I WILL NOT STAND FOR THIS! You deserve the title 'Planet' and by god I will do everything in my power to get you back your title! I understand your woes and I understand your misfortune. I will bring you back the title 'Planet' if it's the last thing I do in this god forsaken universe.
Pluto's face cracked a sad smile and he watched as the asteroid began to head back towards the sun.
"I will return. I will do everything I can to bring back your title, but I will return despite whatever happens.
(to be continued)
All the planet's jaws dropped and the asteroids snickered. Poor Pluto was much too far away to hear the announcement. The satellite had been sent from the scientists on Earth to inform the galaxy of their new decision. The satellite had reached up to Mars, but passing asteroids gossiped with Jupiter, whose moons gossiped with comets and the word began to spread.
Even as cruel as the comets were and how relieved they were to finally hear Pluto had been ripped of his undeserving title, they were not as heartless as to tell Pluto he was no longer anything he thought he was.
One asteroid puffed up his chest and decided better of this. "...Well I mean, Pluto knows he didn't deserve to be a planet. I've seen space dust more worthy of being called a planet than Pluto," The asteroid scoffed.
"I don't know Rick. I don't think we should tell him," replied the other asteroid.
"He should know either way. To be civil, he deserves to know," and with that, Rick Asteroid started towards the freezing uncharted areas of deep space. After many light years, Rick ran into Pluto's orbiting track.
"Another few weeks and he'll be here," the asteroid told himself.
Rick waited and waited until he saw lonely Pluto orbiting space. The tiny planet had an old wise face, with cracks of age and wisdom layering his surface. The creature had a majestic aura about him that made the asteroid give some automatic respect.
Rick began to gather up his courage to tell Pluto the news, but he saw Pluto's sad face.
Pluto spotted Rick, "You there! Asteroid!" Pluto's face instantly lit up and joy flowed throughout his core. "How nice it is to see someone out here in the cold vast depths of space. Do say, how are you?"
Rick's heart sank. Pluto's face was so depressing and solemn, but just the site of this strange asteroid brought such life to him. Rick lost his courage and felt sorry for the poor thing.
"I'm fine, I just thought I'd visit my favorite planet."
Pluto's face softened into a warming smile. "Why thank you, dear friend. May I know your name?"
Rick shuffled uncomfortably unsure if he wanted to give the name of one who will be bearing bad news. "It's Rick sir. Rick Asteroid."
"Ah and what a fine name at that. Tell me Rick, any news closer to the sun?" The planet's gray eyes softened as the creases around them grew as his cheeks spread into a bigger smile.
"I... I..." Rick couldn't handle it. He broke into sobs.
"Now, now. What can be such horrible news to bring you to such depression?" the old rock inquired.
"Pluto, my good friend. My dearest friend. I have awful news concerning you."
"Come on man, tell me!" Pluto began to become anxious.
"The humans, their scientists, they claim you're no longer a planet!" the young asteroid belted out.
Pluto sank back in his orbital trail and despair washed over the surface of his entire body causing Rick to tear up again.
"That's preposterous. Are you sure of this?"
Rick could only nod for a moment then sniffled, "I'm so sorry, Sir."
"How can they do this to me? How can they say one thing, for so long, then take it back?"
"I don't know," sobbed the asteroid.
"I worked for this title since I was just a nothing, and here I am again..." the old being broke down to a whisper, "a nothing." He continued back on strong, "I plant to do something about this! Why was I the last to know of this devastating news? Tell me young asteroid, what took you so long to deliver the news?" his voice bellowed through cold space.
The asteroid stammered for a moment, "You're just so far away." The asteroid looked guilty. "And no one wanted to hurt your feelings!" Rick still had a guilty feeling in his gut. "and, sire, a lot of us were jealous. I included. You were much similar to us when you became a planet. We don't understand why you were chosen over us. I do apologize sir for being jealous."
The old so called ex planet's face softened from his rage. His gray eyes held the young asteroids. "My dear boy, jealousy is something we all experience. Many times it is due to misunderstood situations. Shall I tell you my tale of becoming a planet?"
The asteroid nodded with tear filled eyes.
"Many years ago, thousands of years ago, I was much like you, a young rock traveling space. I felt that I had a bigger place in this universe though. I felt that I had a meaning to this vastness. I belonged somewhere, not quite sure of where that place was just yet, but I knew I belonged somewhere." his eyes trailed off to a memory far away. "I was rejected by all the other planets when I asked them how to become on of them. They laughed in my face and told me a little rock like me had no business asking such silly questions. I was broken hearted, but still determined to accomplish my dream. I went as far away as I could from the other planets facing many hardships. I traveled through asteroid fields where they attacked me with brute force, but I hung on. I eventually made it to a safe location and found myself my own orbiting pattern around the sun. The other planets send comets to spread crude comments to me and how I didn't belong. I was nothing. I didn't deserve to be considered one of them. As I passed the sun on occasion, he just smiled at me as if I was doing the right thing. Years later, scientists of the supposedly superior planet, Earth, "the planet scoffed for a moment, "what a hot head she is, decided which rocks in space will be considered planets. Now if you really think about it, we never named ourselves out here. We were perfectly content without having a title, but the humans had to just name us. They created the definition of a planet, and they claimed me one. Now my dearest friend, I cannot express the joy that flowed through me that day. The triumph that glowed from my young crust knowing that I was accepted. I belonged, officially, whether the other planets liked it or not. I liked to think that I deserved this title after all the work that I had gone through, after all the hardships, after all the harassment. It didn't matter anymore, I was a planet. I've even suffered the loneliness of cold space just to hold this title dear to me. But now," the old planet's features sagged from the memory of his glory years, "now, I'm nothing. I dare say to even consider myself an asteroid like you."
The planet hunched in his orbital pattern and began to sob. Rick had no idea how to treat this creature of old, this respecting being. He needed more than this.
"I will not stand for this," Rick whispered.
Pluto looked up with tears streaming down his face. "What was that?"
Rick puffed up his chest, "I WILL NOT STAND FOR THIS! You deserve the title 'Planet' and by god I will do everything in my power to get you back your title! I understand your woes and I understand your misfortune. I will bring you back the title 'Planet' if it's the last thing I do in this god forsaken universe.
Pluto's face cracked a sad smile and he watched as the asteroid began to head back towards the sun.
"I will return. I will do everything I can to bring back your title, but I will return despite whatever happens.
(to be continued)
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