As it has come to a concluding thought, I think I shall begin to post more of my writing online. Also, I will be posting videos, and reviews on it, if I feel to do so. I admire those who will interact with it, so please leave comments, questions, or topics in the comment section. And lastly, please feel free to send this link to others who you think may enjoy reading these posts. I know it isn't much, but I work hard on them, and plan to start vlogging.
So, for the first topic, I want to talk about senior pranks. Yes, Senior Pranks. Today, as I was being driven to school, I received a call from my Mom saying that I did not have school due to outlet issues or whatever. So, we turned around and headed home. I looked on facebook, and could almost count twenty six posts about the content well-being of others because school was canceled. I thought, wow, this really is legit-until, I scrolled down a little more, finding some posts about seniors being the cause of the cancellation. This really is a harsh accusation, but apparently the seniors at my school have done worse in the past, filling the mall up with water and sand, or painting the football field pink.
I do agree with whoever or whatever caused this cancellation to allow us stressed-out students, who are going crazy in the head with studying for finals, to have a day to ourselves. I thank you. But, if this causes us one more day to spare from our beautiful Summer vacation, you just might find me face-down in my bed screaming with sparingly used anger.
For a public speaker, I'd have to say that not one person on this Earth or anywhere within the arms of our galaxy would come to hear me speak. Last night I spoke for a group of people, who were also going to speak, about a book and the metaphysical purpose of it. Yes, I wrote everything down(I didn't want to babble or get off topic-plus we were timed) and yes, I made sure to speak clearly and slowly. The only problem I find in my speaking is that I tend to suffer from this thing called nervousness. Sometimes I'll forget to breath, or my whole body will shake, and then my speaking will sound impaired, but altogether my tone will be fine.
I would soon like to learn how to be rid of these horrible conditions.
Okay, so I'll post more later, but here's the question of the day:
If you are a fan of enchillatas(I don't think I spelled that correctly. Silly, right?), what is the best you've ever tried? Or, what is your favorite kind, and why?
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Hippies, Birthday Parties, and Sleep Deprivation
Alright, so to start things off, here is an adorable picture of kitties.
Obviously, these fabulously adorable kittens appear to be sleeping, and that is one of the topics I am going to articulate on.
First, I would like to imply that lately, my sleeping arrangements have been disengaged for reasons I shall tell of soon. But, my point is that because of the deprivation of rest, the patterns of my writing have been less advanced as I would desire them to be. So, yes. I am sleep deprived.
Second, this deprivation is caused mainly by my unusal applications of timing for my school studying. I have spent mutliple hours studying and completing homework for the sake of my grades at the incorrect times, so that the hours for my sleep are enhiliated. But, on the flip side, school is out for summer in ten days, and my current grades are looking spectacular. Also, another reason for my deprivation is the social life I am currently presented in. My peers and aquaintences have a great deal of influence on how much time I spend doing whatever I please in the 'free time' that I am absolutely supposed to be using for school.
I also would love to discuss birthday parties.
This weekend I attended a birthday party. In specific, it was my boyfriend's birthday party, and it ended up being one of the most socializing experiences in my current reality.
When I first arrived, I stumbled upon the fact that there was a bounce-house in his back yard. Yes, I do think that it was rather AMAZING for someone as aged as he to be so childish and fun, and No I do not find it to be immature. For one, I enjoyed jumping in the bounce-house. It reminded me terribly of loads of my childhood memories, and other existing birthday parties. And, two, it really reminded me of how come I really like this boy.
It is VERY odd to think that my boyfriend now was best friends with my two guy friends at the same time while we were growing up. I have two friends now, who are really close to my boyfriend, who just happened to all know each other the same time I did. The silly part is that I never met my boyfriend until two and a half years ago. It is rediculous that we had never met until then because my boyfriend had appeared to be at the same events I had attended as a child.
Anyways, the party was phenomenal, and there was absolutely amazing cake(chocolate-chip icecream cake) that was to die for, and we played loads of games(hide and seek, sardines, video games). Also, I spent the night along with my boyfriend's friends. Also, I ended up passing out at eleven in the middle of the movie(HP:Deathly Hallows pt.2).
All I can truly say is that the weekend was a fun one, and now, with my homework accomplished, I am ready for bed.
Lastly, I wanted to talk about hippies. My youth group, as far as most would concern, we call each other hippies. We are practically hippies(without the drugs). Lately, I've been spending most of my free time listening to meditation music(while drinking some green tea and honey), or The Beatles, which I enjoy dearly. Also, most of my current days, I've spent barefooted and out-doors. And, within my youth group, we converse loads about world love and peace.
I love spending time with my youth group family. Tonight, I enjoyed a nice evening with loads of love, encouragement, and nurturing.
First, I would like to imply that lately, my sleeping arrangements have been disengaged for reasons I shall tell of soon. But, my point is that because of the deprivation of rest, the patterns of my writing have been less advanced as I would desire them to be. So, yes. I am sleep deprived.
Second, this deprivation is caused mainly by my unusal applications of timing for my school studying. I have spent mutliple hours studying and completing homework for the sake of my grades at the incorrect times, so that the hours for my sleep are enhiliated. But, on the flip side, school is out for summer in ten days, and my current grades are looking spectacular. Also, another reason for my deprivation is the social life I am currently presented in. My peers and aquaintences have a great deal of influence on how much time I spend doing whatever I please in the 'free time' that I am absolutely supposed to be using for school.
This weekend I attended a birthday party. In specific, it was my boyfriend's birthday party, and it ended up being one of the most socializing experiences in my current reality.
When I first arrived, I stumbled upon the fact that there was a bounce-house in his back yard. Yes, I do think that it was rather AMAZING for someone as aged as he to be so childish and fun, and No I do not find it to be immature. For one, I enjoyed jumping in the bounce-house. It reminded me terribly of loads of my childhood memories, and other existing birthday parties. And, two, it really reminded me of how come I really like this boy.
It is VERY odd to think that my boyfriend now was best friends with my two guy friends at the same time while we were growing up. I have two friends now, who are really close to my boyfriend, who just happened to all know each other the same time I did. The silly part is that I never met my boyfriend until two and a half years ago. It is rediculous that we had never met until then because my boyfriend had appeared to be at the same events I had attended as a child.
Anyways, the party was phenomenal, and there was absolutely amazing cake(chocolate-chip icecream cake) that was to die for, and we played loads of games(hide and seek, sardines, video games). Also, I spent the night along with my boyfriend's friends. Also, I ended up passing out at eleven in the middle of the movie(HP:Deathly Hallows pt.2).
All I can truly say is that the weekend was a fun one, and now, with my homework accomplished, I am ready for bed.
Lastly, I wanted to talk about hippies. My youth group, as far as most would concern, we call each other hippies. We are practically hippies(without the drugs). Lately, I've been spending most of my free time listening to meditation music(while drinking some green tea and honey), or The Beatles, which I enjoy dearly. Also, most of my current days, I've spent barefooted and out-doors. And, within my youth group, we converse loads about world love and peace.
I love spending time with my youth group family. Tonight, I enjoyed a nice evening with loads of love, encouragement, and nurturing.
Saturday, June 9, 2012
Make-Out Sesh's and Cleaning
Hello, and good day to All!
First topic-
Two days ago, around the time when the final bell rang for school to get out, my sister and I chose to leave through the D-hall(halls are named in my school). When we opened the large, metal doors to exit the school, there were two teenagers making out intensely right in front of us, not even making an effort to hide their passion. Sure, it's cute and all of that stuff, but COME ON. Making out in public is probably one of the easiest ways to make other's feel uncomfortable and awkward, in my own opinion. I do courtsy in their manner to show how much they care for each other, but please, for other's sakes, do it in private so I don't have to watch you both practically suck each other's faces. In any case, my sister and I walked slowly past them, staring them down, trying to make it even more awkward because, in my opinion, if you make me feel awkward I'm going to have to make you feel awkward in return(so that humor overrules the uncomfortability). The funny thing was, they didn't even notice me staring! So, we kept walking, and walking, and once they were out of our sight, my sister and I cracked. Well, at least I did. I couldn't stop laughing! As a side note, I laugh when in terribly uncomfortable situations. Anyways, just as we make it to the gate to leave, my friend catches up to us, red-faced and frowning. I guessed she had seen what we had only moments ago.
"Did you see the couple?" I chuckled, slinging my bag around my shoulder once again.
She nodded and shook her head in disgust. "The guy looked up from the kiss and said, 'hey' to me. It was very awkward," she said. I giggled and we continued, giving our personal opinions, not that they matter or anything..
Topic two-
Today, when I awoke, I was very frusterated to wake up in a messy, disorganized room. So, as my parents and sister went off to choir rehearsal, I spent some time cleaning up. First, I started the laundry so that I could tackle that while doing the rest of the cleaning. So, while the first load was in the machine, I grabbed myself a bite. Of course, after a long week of studying and keeping my grades up, I made up my most cherished, light breakfasts in all of the land of our household. Sour-dough toast, and green tea with honey. Oh yeah.
So, while cleaning up some of my commodities and affairs, I decided to exercise as well, so I put in a nice mile for myself to share with my dog. As usual, the sunny day was blooming and bright with vivid greens, and bright-colored flowers. The summer really is coming out to be my favorite. With the warm, thick air that tastes so sweet-like watermelon and lemonade- and the heat, which allows us more days to swim and hydrate our skin. Also, the air smells densely of chlorine and sweat, which reminds me of my childhood summer days. The heat reminds me of the numbered days being in Tucson, Arizona with my dad; some of my fondest memories are in Arizona, which is probably why I miss it so badly.
With pages so crisp, I cannot wait to read Eragon once more. I remember it being one of my grade-school favorites. It's full of memories that I can't even imagine to be negative in any way. My old friend and I used to spend hours reading it and reading The Dragonology Handbooks, and all in between. We LOVED dragons-no, we ADORED dragons. We even came to make up our own imaginary pet dragons, of which, I named Iceberg, and she named hers Fireball. Could you guess what kind they were? ;)
Anyways, the book itself is a fantastic adventure, and is full of lovely tales that Ultimately puts together an amazing story. I desire to read it once more, which I intend to do this summer after I have finished all of my school work, which shall be finished in two weeks time. Thank Gosh.
I wish the best of hours for all. Be safe, and make great decisions.
The question of the day is:
What is your favorite fantasy-genre'd movie in existence, and why?
Toodles!
First topic-
Two days ago, around the time when the final bell rang for school to get out, my sister and I chose to leave through the D-hall(halls are named in my school). When we opened the large, metal doors to exit the school, there were two teenagers making out intensely right in front of us, not even making an effort to hide their passion. Sure, it's cute and all of that stuff, but COME ON. Making out in public is probably one of the easiest ways to make other's feel uncomfortable and awkward, in my own opinion. I do courtsy in their manner to show how much they care for each other, but please, for other's sakes, do it in private so I don't have to watch you both practically suck each other's faces. In any case, my sister and I walked slowly past them, staring them down, trying to make it even more awkward because, in my opinion, if you make me feel awkward I'm going to have to make you feel awkward in return(so that humor overrules the uncomfortability). The funny thing was, they didn't even notice me staring! So, we kept walking, and walking, and once they were out of our sight, my sister and I cracked. Well, at least I did. I couldn't stop laughing! As a side note, I laugh when in terribly uncomfortable situations. Anyways, just as we make it to the gate to leave, my friend catches up to us, red-faced and frowning. I guessed she had seen what we had only moments ago.
"Did you see the couple?" I chuckled, slinging my bag around my shoulder once again.
She nodded and shook her head in disgust. "The guy looked up from the kiss and said, 'hey' to me. It was very awkward," she said. I giggled and we continued, giving our personal opinions, not that they matter or anything..
Topic two-
Today, when I awoke, I was very frusterated to wake up in a messy, disorganized room. So, as my parents and sister went off to choir rehearsal, I spent some time cleaning up. First, I started the laundry so that I could tackle that while doing the rest of the cleaning. So, while the first load was in the machine, I grabbed myself a bite. Of course, after a long week of studying and keeping my grades up, I made up my most cherished, light breakfasts in all of the land of our household. Sour-dough toast, and green tea with honey. Oh yeah.
So, while cleaning up some of my commodities and affairs, I decided to exercise as well, so I put in a nice mile for myself to share with my dog. As usual, the sunny day was blooming and bright with vivid greens, and bright-colored flowers. The summer really is coming out to be my favorite. With the warm, thick air that tastes so sweet-like watermelon and lemonade- and the heat, which allows us more days to swim and hydrate our skin. Also, the air smells densely of chlorine and sweat, which reminds me of my childhood summer days. The heat reminds me of the numbered days being in Tucson, Arizona with my dad; some of my fondest memories are in Arizona, which is probably why I miss it so badly.
With pages so crisp, I cannot wait to read Eragon once more. I remember it being one of my grade-school favorites. It's full of memories that I can't even imagine to be negative in any way. My old friend and I used to spend hours reading it and reading The Dragonology Handbooks, and all in between. We LOVED dragons-no, we ADORED dragons. We even came to make up our own imaginary pet dragons, of which, I named Iceberg, and she named hers Fireball. Could you guess what kind they were? ;)
Anyways, the book itself is a fantastic adventure, and is full of lovely tales that Ultimately puts together an amazing story. I desire to read it once more, which I intend to do this summer after I have finished all of my school work, which shall be finished in two weeks time. Thank Gosh.
I wish the best of hours for all. Be safe, and make great decisions.
The question of the day is:
What is your favorite fantasy-genre'd movie in existence, and why?
Toodles!
Thursday, June 7, 2012
Excerpt-FanFIC: Nephilim
There was something about his lips she didn't like. It could have been the fact that they were drawn back, fangs erected, or the wicked grin that humorously lay on them, but niether were accurate. It was the subtle innocence he tried to conceal, but wihtout knowledge, failed. He had never fed-at least on human blood. He was a fledgeling; nothing but a blood-thirsty monster-like a zombie. Without senses. What he lacked knowledge of was nothing but a murder waiting to happen. She stepped out of the darkness, revealing her porcelain-pale face. Wrapped against nearly every bit of skin on her were thick, black, curled tattoos of arabesques. Each of them delicate. Each of them black as poison.
He launched himself at her, bringing his arms up for the grab, but she was faster than he was. "What the-?" he growled, staring at empty palms. The sky was red and roared before dropping down the first needles of water. He felt a cold bite on his neck, the icy droplet streaming down between his clothed shoulder blades. She was there before him, her right arm outstretched with a glowing blade grasped in her opal fingers.
"Who are you?" he grumbled, his head swaying with the waves of hunger and nausea pounding at his face. She took a step forward and brought up the blade. With a flick of her wrist, the blade was airborne and gone. A searing pain spead from his left breast, a sensation of sweltering fire climbing through his veins. It felt like the sun was singeing the flesh of his cold, dead body. Suddenly, he heard a noise of shock-a tear- and the pain receded. The gaze of his eyes spun until the darkness enfolded him, stopping his unessessary breath.
Attoe retrieved the blade from the alleyway and pressed it back into it's sheath at her belt. "Stupid downworlder," said she, already steaped in rainpour. She squinted through the downpour, and peered up. "The Nephilim are taking over."
* * * * *
"Just...be careful," Margaret said, pressing her lips to Caeli's forehead. Caeli rolled her eyes and slung her backpack over her left shoulder. "The house smelled of freshly applied paint, and pasta. "Tell Warren I said hi," Margaret called from the kitchen. Calie headed out of the crammed apartment, chilled from the thought of her nightly plans.Excitement tickled the little, blue veins Caeli had traced hundreds of times. "I promise," she called back to her mother.
The late afternoon heat stunk of Manhattan rush hour grog. Pollutants and humid car ordors. Caeli headed down the staircase beside the apartment and headed down the street. She paced herself according to the distance she was to travel. Caeli hurried alongside the street intently observing the passing shops and buildings, and houses that she'd grown up around. The street, at this hour, was loud enough to hurt your ears, and the pungent scent smelled densely of sweat and taxi-cab car perfume. The sun hung low in the sky, but still had well over an hour until its setting. Caeli proceeded until she approached Terraluna Grill.
Inside, Warren sat at the bar, his fingers linked quietly in his lap. Looking up, a smile spread across his face. Behind the spectacles he wore, Warren's gold-glazed skin brightened. "Look who decides to show up," he muttered, standing. Her smile curved, her lips sliding sideways like they always had when she was around him. "Of course; who else is coming?" she asked, searching for familiar faces. "Well, besides the band, no one-unless your Mom decides to show up," he replied, running thin fingers through his dark-chocolate curls. Caeli chuckled. "No, my mom isn't coming, but she told me to tell you hi." Caeli started to make her way to a booth in the back. "Hi, Margaret."
Warren and Caeli had been very close friends since the second grade. Caeli and Warren existed in the same world always. They coexisted, acting like siblings at most. And, when they needed each other most, one was certainly always there for the other.
Caeli sat down, facing the front of the stage. Warren and his band was performing that night for the first time, after years of practicing in Brent's garage. Caeli had always seemed to find herself laughing at the very thought of Warren's band, which could never decide on a single name, and had alterntating lead singers.
Caeli could remember when Warren first explained to her that he was going to start a band. It wasn't professional at all, or at least that was what Warren said. She remembered sitting in the heat and boxed-in, windowless subwoofer-of-a-garage that she spent watching the band evolve, day after day each summer. Warren had been serious about starting a band, but without the organizational help of the other members, Caeli couldn't remember one single spike of hope for Warren's precious band. Though she spent countless days keeping up the motivation for Warren with nothing but unconditional support, she still could only see the band sliding backward once the heat of luck began.
Caeli folded her hands in her lap and watched Warren plug in as Brent and Olivia tromped in with their equipment and instruments. The late afternoon was starting to climb in through the windows, brightening up the restaurant in a yellow haze. Warren's clicking bounced about the room through the amps. "Testing, check-check," he said, tapping on the microphone. Caeli's eyes wandered, and as she peered around her eyes fell upon a beautiful boy.
He sported deep, dark red curls that fell over his forehead in a mound of blood-redness that encircled his face. Beneath his angelic curls were his eyes. The color was a blue-gray shade that danced and flecked in his entrancing irises, which gleamed in the haze of gold that envoloped him. He was tall with a muscular build, and underneath the black tee-shirt he wore, his muscles were flexed tight against the thin fabric. His eyes were on her in a curious manner as if he'd expected to know her. Caeli pulled her eyes away from his sight and remained in her seat.
Warren's band began to scream throughout the room, and soon, patrons of the restaurant gathered to watch the band perform. A short, plump lady approached the booth Caeli sat at, with her hands folded behind her back. "Could I get you anything, miss?" she questioned, bringing about a notepad and a pen. Caeli nodded and just said, "Coke, please." As the lady turned to lead away, the boy who had been watching Caeli slid into the opposite side of the booth. Stricken with confusion and irritation, Caeli started to slide out of the booth. But, as she was about to flee the situation, his hot fingers wrapped softly around her wrist.
"Wait," he uttered. His voice was soft and gentle, but deep and musical. She stopped dead on her feet and looked at him. Fear grumbled in the pit of her stomach, and when Warren's music stopped, the pain in her gut enhanced. Caeli looked over at the stage towards Warren, who was frowning through the limelight at her. The crowd moaned and buzzed with disappointment as the music did not continue. Caeli broke free of the boy's grasp and exited the restaurant as quick as she could possibly do so; footsteps behind her followed.
Whipping her head around, she faced the redheaded guy. "What?" she spat. A look of business was made up on his face. Caeli could not remember the last time she had seen this look on a person before. It had been ages ago, and largely familiar. "Caeli, you're being followed," he said plainly, touching her shoulder lightly so she could step out of the way of passing pedestrians. She frowned and rolled her eyes.
"Thank you for stating the obvious. Now, why don't you leave me alone, so that the Following does not continue?" Caeli retorted, her chest fluttering.
His eyes were serious now; they were filled with a look of such craze, it was almost impossible to decipher whether he was going to kill her or not at all. The sun beside them began it's journey below the Earth, strewing a purple shadown across his pale face. "I wouldn't look now, but to the left there are three men are observing your every move," his voice had a hint of an accent, but Caeli could not tell from where it had contributed. "They're probably just passing by. Besides, why would they be following me?" she questioned, shrugging off what he had only said moments ago.
"Well, if they're just passing by, I'd say they're checking you out way too intensely. I've never seen a look of such hunger on their faces," he murmuered. "Except-" the words he presented next were dissolved by a passing taxi. Caeli stared into his eyes. "Look, this is crazy-" she pushed past him and started up the street again. When her eyes met the opposite side of the street, she caught a glimpse of the three men He had just spoken of. All of them were young, and wore normally fitted clothing-the usual jeans and tee-shirt deal. But, when her eyes met theirs, something within her provoked a jolt of surprise.
They owned eyes as red as blood, and teeth as long and sharp as tusks; Caeli leaped back against the wall, frozen with horror. "Believe me now?" the boy screamed, before snatching her hand and taking off. As they ran, the opposing sidewalk rattled to life as the three men running across it destroyed whatever came into their path. Caeli's small, pixie-like figure could only barely keep up with His. As they came to an alley, he turned quickly, and started to shove trashcans over, buying enough time for them to make an escape.
When the pounding of footsteps grew loud from behind them, He stopped and faced them. "What are they?" she heaved, her chest jumping up and down with the lack of breath. One growled at her, and snapped. They were like wild dogs-ferral and viscious. The boy holding her hand, let go. "They're possessed foresaken. Demons," he muttered as one of the foresaken lurched at them. Bringing forward his forearm, the Boy blocked the strike and erected a small knife from his boot.
He slashed at the man's chest, and when it sank into flesh, a grayness spread throughout his face until there was nothing left of the foresaken man. The redheaded boy jumped up and propeled himself towards the others with a boost against the wall, hand with the knife outstretched. The fight broke out from one against two, and even with two opponents, the redheaded boy was still at an advantage. He swung hard at one, and released his grip on the hilt of the knife. One man down, one to go. The third put up a good fight, pinning him down a few times before the boy would sneak around with a techniqoe of another sort. When the foresaken had finally pinned him against the wall, fangs nearly hooked into his neck, the boy simply drew out another blade from between his knuckles and stabbed the demon. The damn thing shriveled before Caeli's eyes, and the boy turned to face her.
"What are you?"
His face glistened with a bullet of sweat that slid down his face. He picked up both blades from the alley floor and put them into his boot. He stepped closer, but caeli walked backward in sync with his steps until her back touched the brick wall. "Who are you?" she squeaked, sliding down the wall. She felt hot tears overwhelm her eyes and slide down her cheeks. He bent down and stared into her eyes quietly. "My name is Calic Brighton. I'm a Nephilim."
Part II
The silence roared in his hears, a faint ringing paining them. It was deadly. His gut churned with anticipation, a blade gripped in his paling fingers. He felt the cool breath of fear crawling into his senses as the prickle of a presence of another became known to him. His breath quickened but the volume remained it's inaudibility. The depression of light in the museum suppressed his sight slightly, but he was calm.
Thump! Whipping around, he repositioned the blade in his fingers. Thrusting his forearm forward, his lips shut and cut off his breath. The hilt of the blade his his hand and soared through the air. Calic watched it fly. It disappeared into the darkness and in a matter of seconds, was shot back at him. A cat-like leap prevented the knife from killing him.
As the blade whizzed by Calic's hand jolted up and snatched the knife, his form shifting, crouching in the shadows. "You cannot defeat me, Calician Brighton," it's voice was like scraping metal. Calic was still in his crouch, eyes darting for some phocal point.
"What is your name, foresaken?" Calic growled swallowing hard.
"Tajernoch." A demon king- a banished Angel. Calic took a step backward, but held his blade out in front of him. Tajernoch loomed out from behind a graying pillar, appearing large, burly and surrounded in a cloud of black ash. His perfume smelled densely of char and hot ash. He was a tall man, eyes raging with lapping flames as bright as the sun. The cloud of ash slithered and formed a large representation of his ancient wings, but instead of opal, they were black-dark as charcoal.
"B-but you're bound within the Gates of Hell," he gasped. Tajernoch gleamed, grinning in his superiority. "So, you believe? Ha. My bounds have been cut, little boy," his voice scraped and rung in Calic's singing ears. Tajernoch's eyes were dancing in flames, burning viciously.
"What is your purpose, foresaken from Hell?" Calic was beginning to ache with impatience. His grip on the oak hilt tightened, his knuckles whitening. Tajernoch raised his hand and bared his yellow shark-teeth. "Your ancestors banished me, you fool. I desire vengence. I desire your blood," he roared with a malicious smile made up on his cracked, split lips. Calic's brows came to a straight line across his forehead. "That seems a little...stupid to kill an innocent boy, don't you think?" said Calic standing upright, "I mean, I've never met those ancestors, and you don't know me, so, why kill someone who had nothing to do with you? Besides, you're being kind of a dick."
"Do not try to make me inferior!" he boomed. Calic shook his head, disoriented from the King's loud voice. As he gathered himself, he kept an eye on the demon, who was drooling. The gobs of yellow saliva streamed down his chin in chunks almost like jello. His eyes were now red with fury, and on his large face, there was something puny about him that Calic tried to decipher. Perhaps Calic's words had struck him. "I'd never have thought a king of Hell could be so naive," Calic retorted, placing a hand on his hip. Tajernoch was flaming.
"I will not allow such words to be described as the King! You will suffer, foolish boy-"
"And, may I say, too, that in your name expletives were conceived, oh king of Hell? Shouldn't you have known that?" Calic's voice was rising, colume intensified by five. Tajernoch looked at loss, his eyes blazing. "Die!"
He was hunched over on the cemented floor of the museum, head hanging down, palms facing up in surrender. The silence broke when she stepped inside, and his head jerked up.
Blood red specks loomed in his golden irises. His cheek bones were tight under the skin, and a shadow encircled his pale eyes. A yellow tint was present in his skin, and it appeared stressed-worn out- and dark. Over his forehead, the once red curls were dirt-matted and limp. His muscular build shivered with weakness- she had never seen him so vulnerable. His back arched forward, his hands on the floor.
"Calic," she gasped, sliding to her knees beside him. Her opal fingers raked through his hair as she tried to capture his glimpse. He only looked away
"Leave," he uttered, still avoiding her sight. She pressed her hands to his cheeks and shuttered at his ill tempurature. He was as cold as stone-freezing. "Calic we have to go-together," she whispered into his ears, tears pricking her eyes. The warmth of tears spilled out onto her cheeks as he continued to ignore her. "Leave," was his only word. Caeli sat back on the floor and brought her knees up to her chest, pressing her face between them.
She felt her chest sink as she had given up. Has he given up so easily? She wondered how badly he had been tortured before his faith was obliterated. The grayness of the museum told of a struggle- ash littered the floor, charred pieces of chairs and display podiums were sprawled out all over the place, and the high-hanging chandeliere that had once been Caeli's favorite now lay crushed in pieces. The defeat of Calic plunged Caeli into a deep sadness. Could shame be the reason for his illness? She recoiled from the truth as if it had struck her. She peered up from her knees and took a harsh breath.
She swiped the tears away and stared at him in wonder. Sitting forward, she was careful as she pressed her soft, warm lips to his ice cold ones. More hot tears fell. But, then Calic pressed into the kiss in return, his sick eyes fluttering shut. For what seemed like minutes, Caeli was embraced in the kiss, her heart hammering against her ribcage with blood roaring in her ears. Then, Calic shifted. A warmth began to return to his lips as Caeli kept hers pressed to his. When Caeli pulled back, she stared into his soul. "Let's go," she breathed. For a moment, Calic stared blankly at her. Then slowly, he nodded.
He launched himself at her, bringing his arms up for the grab, but she was faster than he was. "What the-?" he growled, staring at empty palms. The sky was red and roared before dropping down the first needles of water. He felt a cold bite on his neck, the icy droplet streaming down between his clothed shoulder blades. She was there before him, her right arm outstretched with a glowing blade grasped in her opal fingers.
"Who are you?" he grumbled, his head swaying with the waves of hunger and nausea pounding at his face. She took a step forward and brought up the blade. With a flick of her wrist, the blade was airborne and gone. A searing pain spead from his left breast, a sensation of sweltering fire climbing through his veins. It felt like the sun was singeing the flesh of his cold, dead body. Suddenly, he heard a noise of shock-a tear- and the pain receded. The gaze of his eyes spun until the darkness enfolded him, stopping his unessessary breath.
Attoe retrieved the blade from the alleyway and pressed it back into it's sheath at her belt. "Stupid downworlder," said she, already steaped in rainpour. She squinted through the downpour, and peered up. "The Nephilim are taking over."
* * * * *
"Just...be careful," Margaret said, pressing her lips to Caeli's forehead. Caeli rolled her eyes and slung her backpack over her left shoulder. "The house smelled of freshly applied paint, and pasta. "Tell Warren I said hi," Margaret called from the kitchen. Calie headed out of the crammed apartment, chilled from the thought of her nightly plans.Excitement tickled the little, blue veins Caeli had traced hundreds of times. "I promise," she called back to her mother.
The late afternoon heat stunk of Manhattan rush hour grog. Pollutants and humid car ordors. Caeli headed down the staircase beside the apartment and headed down the street. She paced herself according to the distance she was to travel. Caeli hurried alongside the street intently observing the passing shops and buildings, and houses that she'd grown up around. The street, at this hour, was loud enough to hurt your ears, and the pungent scent smelled densely of sweat and taxi-cab car perfume. The sun hung low in the sky, but still had well over an hour until its setting. Caeli proceeded until she approached Terraluna Grill.
Inside, Warren sat at the bar, his fingers linked quietly in his lap. Looking up, a smile spread across his face. Behind the spectacles he wore, Warren's gold-glazed skin brightened. "Look who decides to show up," he muttered, standing. Her smile curved, her lips sliding sideways like they always had when she was around him. "Of course; who else is coming?" she asked, searching for familiar faces. "Well, besides the band, no one-unless your Mom decides to show up," he replied, running thin fingers through his dark-chocolate curls. Caeli chuckled. "No, my mom isn't coming, but she told me to tell you hi." Caeli started to make her way to a booth in the back. "Hi, Margaret."
Warren and Caeli had been very close friends since the second grade. Caeli and Warren existed in the same world always. They coexisted, acting like siblings at most. And, when they needed each other most, one was certainly always there for the other.
Caeli sat down, facing the front of the stage. Warren and his band was performing that night for the first time, after years of practicing in Brent's garage. Caeli had always seemed to find herself laughing at the very thought of Warren's band, which could never decide on a single name, and had alterntating lead singers.
Caeli could remember when Warren first explained to her that he was going to start a band. It wasn't professional at all, or at least that was what Warren said. She remembered sitting in the heat and boxed-in, windowless subwoofer-of-a-garage that she spent watching the band evolve, day after day each summer. Warren had been serious about starting a band, but without the organizational help of the other members, Caeli couldn't remember one single spike of hope for Warren's precious band. Though she spent countless days keeping up the motivation for Warren with nothing but unconditional support, she still could only see the band sliding backward once the heat of luck began.
Caeli folded her hands in her lap and watched Warren plug in as Brent and Olivia tromped in with their equipment and instruments. The late afternoon was starting to climb in through the windows, brightening up the restaurant in a yellow haze. Warren's clicking bounced about the room through the amps. "Testing, check-check," he said, tapping on the microphone. Caeli's eyes wandered, and as she peered around her eyes fell upon a beautiful boy.
He sported deep, dark red curls that fell over his forehead in a mound of blood-redness that encircled his face. Beneath his angelic curls were his eyes. The color was a blue-gray shade that danced and flecked in his entrancing irises, which gleamed in the haze of gold that envoloped him. He was tall with a muscular build, and underneath the black tee-shirt he wore, his muscles were flexed tight against the thin fabric. His eyes were on her in a curious manner as if he'd expected to know her. Caeli pulled her eyes away from his sight and remained in her seat.
Warren's band began to scream throughout the room, and soon, patrons of the restaurant gathered to watch the band perform. A short, plump lady approached the booth Caeli sat at, with her hands folded behind her back. "Could I get you anything, miss?" she questioned, bringing about a notepad and a pen. Caeli nodded and just said, "Coke, please." As the lady turned to lead away, the boy who had been watching Caeli slid into the opposite side of the booth. Stricken with confusion and irritation, Caeli started to slide out of the booth. But, as she was about to flee the situation, his hot fingers wrapped softly around her wrist.
"Wait," he uttered. His voice was soft and gentle, but deep and musical. She stopped dead on her feet and looked at him. Fear grumbled in the pit of her stomach, and when Warren's music stopped, the pain in her gut enhanced. Caeli looked over at the stage towards Warren, who was frowning through the limelight at her. The crowd moaned and buzzed with disappointment as the music did not continue. Caeli broke free of the boy's grasp and exited the restaurant as quick as she could possibly do so; footsteps behind her followed.
Whipping her head around, she faced the redheaded guy. "What?" she spat. A look of business was made up on his face. Caeli could not remember the last time she had seen this look on a person before. It had been ages ago, and largely familiar. "Caeli, you're being followed," he said plainly, touching her shoulder lightly so she could step out of the way of passing pedestrians. She frowned and rolled her eyes.
"Thank you for stating the obvious. Now, why don't you leave me alone, so that the Following does not continue?" Caeli retorted, her chest fluttering.
His eyes were serious now; they were filled with a look of such craze, it was almost impossible to decipher whether he was going to kill her or not at all. The sun beside them began it's journey below the Earth, strewing a purple shadown across his pale face. "I wouldn't look now, but to the left there are three men are observing your every move," his voice had a hint of an accent, but Caeli could not tell from where it had contributed. "They're probably just passing by. Besides, why would they be following me?" she questioned, shrugging off what he had only said moments ago.
"Well, if they're just passing by, I'd say they're checking you out way too intensely. I've never seen a look of such hunger on their faces," he murmuered. "Except-" the words he presented next were dissolved by a passing taxi. Caeli stared into his eyes. "Look, this is crazy-" she pushed past him and started up the street again. When her eyes met the opposite side of the street, she caught a glimpse of the three men He had just spoken of. All of them were young, and wore normally fitted clothing-the usual jeans and tee-shirt deal. But, when her eyes met theirs, something within her provoked a jolt of surprise.
They owned eyes as red as blood, and teeth as long and sharp as tusks; Caeli leaped back against the wall, frozen with horror. "Believe me now?" the boy screamed, before snatching her hand and taking off. As they ran, the opposing sidewalk rattled to life as the three men running across it destroyed whatever came into their path. Caeli's small, pixie-like figure could only barely keep up with His. As they came to an alley, he turned quickly, and started to shove trashcans over, buying enough time for them to make an escape.
When the pounding of footsteps grew loud from behind them, He stopped and faced them. "What are they?" she heaved, her chest jumping up and down with the lack of breath. One growled at her, and snapped. They were like wild dogs-ferral and viscious. The boy holding her hand, let go. "They're possessed foresaken. Demons," he muttered as one of the foresaken lurched at them. Bringing forward his forearm, the Boy blocked the strike and erected a small knife from his boot.
He slashed at the man's chest, and when it sank into flesh, a grayness spread throughout his face until there was nothing left of the foresaken man. The redheaded boy jumped up and propeled himself towards the others with a boost against the wall, hand with the knife outstretched. The fight broke out from one against two, and even with two opponents, the redheaded boy was still at an advantage. He swung hard at one, and released his grip on the hilt of the knife. One man down, one to go. The third put up a good fight, pinning him down a few times before the boy would sneak around with a techniqoe of another sort. When the foresaken had finally pinned him against the wall, fangs nearly hooked into his neck, the boy simply drew out another blade from between his knuckles and stabbed the demon. The damn thing shriveled before Caeli's eyes, and the boy turned to face her.
"What are you?"
His face glistened with a bullet of sweat that slid down his face. He picked up both blades from the alley floor and put them into his boot. He stepped closer, but caeli walked backward in sync with his steps until her back touched the brick wall. "Who are you?" she squeaked, sliding down the wall. She felt hot tears overwhelm her eyes and slide down her cheeks. He bent down and stared into her eyes quietly. "My name is Calic Brighton. I'm a Nephilim."
Part II
The silence roared in his hears, a faint ringing paining them. It was deadly. His gut churned with anticipation, a blade gripped in his paling fingers. He felt the cool breath of fear crawling into his senses as the prickle of a presence of another became known to him. His breath quickened but the volume remained it's inaudibility. The depression of light in the museum suppressed his sight slightly, but he was calm.
Thump! Whipping around, he repositioned the blade in his fingers. Thrusting his forearm forward, his lips shut and cut off his breath. The hilt of the blade his his hand and soared through the air. Calic watched it fly. It disappeared into the darkness and in a matter of seconds, was shot back at him. A cat-like leap prevented the knife from killing him.
As the blade whizzed by Calic's hand jolted up and snatched the knife, his form shifting, crouching in the shadows. "You cannot defeat me, Calician Brighton," it's voice was like scraping metal. Calic was still in his crouch, eyes darting for some phocal point.
"What is your name, foresaken?" Calic growled swallowing hard.
"Tajernoch." A demon king- a banished Angel. Calic took a step backward, but held his blade out in front of him. Tajernoch loomed out from behind a graying pillar, appearing large, burly and surrounded in a cloud of black ash. His perfume smelled densely of char and hot ash. He was a tall man, eyes raging with lapping flames as bright as the sun. The cloud of ash slithered and formed a large representation of his ancient wings, but instead of opal, they were black-dark as charcoal.
"B-but you're bound within the Gates of Hell," he gasped. Tajernoch gleamed, grinning in his superiority. "So, you believe? Ha. My bounds have been cut, little boy," his voice scraped and rung in Calic's singing ears. Tajernoch's eyes were dancing in flames, burning viciously.
"What is your purpose, foresaken from Hell?" Calic was beginning to ache with impatience. His grip on the oak hilt tightened, his knuckles whitening. Tajernoch raised his hand and bared his yellow shark-teeth. "Your ancestors banished me, you fool. I desire vengence. I desire your blood," he roared with a malicious smile made up on his cracked, split lips. Calic's brows came to a straight line across his forehead. "That seems a little...stupid to kill an innocent boy, don't you think?" said Calic standing upright, "I mean, I've never met those ancestors, and you don't know me, so, why kill someone who had nothing to do with you? Besides, you're being kind of a dick."
"Do not try to make me inferior!" he boomed. Calic shook his head, disoriented from the King's loud voice. As he gathered himself, he kept an eye on the demon, who was drooling. The gobs of yellow saliva streamed down his chin in chunks almost like jello. His eyes were now red with fury, and on his large face, there was something puny about him that Calic tried to decipher. Perhaps Calic's words had struck him. "I'd never have thought a king of Hell could be so naive," Calic retorted, placing a hand on his hip. Tajernoch was flaming.
"I will not allow such words to be described as the King! You will suffer, foolish boy-"
"And, may I say, too, that in your name expletives were conceived, oh king of Hell? Shouldn't you have known that?" Calic's voice was rising, colume intensified by five. Tajernoch looked at loss, his eyes blazing. "Die!"
He was hunched over on the cemented floor of the museum, head hanging down, palms facing up in surrender. The silence broke when she stepped inside, and his head jerked up.
Blood red specks loomed in his golden irises. His cheek bones were tight under the skin, and a shadow encircled his pale eyes. A yellow tint was present in his skin, and it appeared stressed-worn out- and dark. Over his forehead, the once red curls were dirt-matted and limp. His muscular build shivered with weakness- she had never seen him so vulnerable. His back arched forward, his hands on the floor.
"Calic," she gasped, sliding to her knees beside him. Her opal fingers raked through his hair as she tried to capture his glimpse. He only looked away
"Leave," he uttered, still avoiding her sight. She pressed her hands to his cheeks and shuttered at his ill tempurature. He was as cold as stone-freezing. "Calic we have to go-together," she whispered into his ears, tears pricking her eyes. The warmth of tears spilled out onto her cheeks as he continued to ignore her. "Leave," was his only word. Caeli sat back on the floor and brought her knees up to her chest, pressing her face between them.
She felt her chest sink as she had given up. Has he given up so easily? She wondered how badly he had been tortured before his faith was obliterated. The grayness of the museum told of a struggle- ash littered the floor, charred pieces of chairs and display podiums were sprawled out all over the place, and the high-hanging chandeliere that had once been Caeli's favorite now lay crushed in pieces. The defeat of Calic plunged Caeli into a deep sadness. Could shame be the reason for his illness? She recoiled from the truth as if it had struck her. She peered up from her knees and took a harsh breath.
She swiped the tears away and stared at him in wonder. Sitting forward, she was careful as she pressed her soft, warm lips to his ice cold ones. More hot tears fell. But, then Calic pressed into the kiss in return, his sick eyes fluttering shut. For what seemed like minutes, Caeli was embraced in the kiss, her heart hammering against her ribcage with blood roaring in her ears. Then, Calic shifted. A warmth began to return to his lips as Caeli kept hers pressed to his. When Caeli pulled back, she stared into his soul. "Let's go," she breathed. For a moment, Calic stared blankly at her. Then slowly, he nodded.
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
Excerpt: BulletPROOF
On in the break of day, Sylva's lamp remained lit. The first spark of morning gleamed across the horizon, sizzling like the last bits of a cigarette. Sitting up, I rubbed the tire creased in my eyes. Sylva, sprawled across the couch, lay nuzzled against the My Little Pony pillow beneath her. Kolbe was strewn across my lap, his hot cheek on my knee. It must have been early; five.
The night before consisted of our usual friday Movie Fright Nights, including some of our wildest collections of horror, mystery, and, even, Anime. The last movie I remembered watching was one of the goriest, most terribly freaky movies I had ever encountered-Pan's Labrynth- and in those hours, Sylva had been kissed for the first time. It was given to her as a simple gift from the summer Hot's List Sylvam herself, had created.
At precisely seven o' eight, Donathon Andrews came knocking on Sylva's dark, oak front foor with an arrangement of movie tickets and her favorite bouquet of flowers-lilies. Of course it was only normal that this sort of thing might happen to Sylva. She was tall, blonde, blue-eyed, and flirty. And completely innocent. So, she practically stole every guy's heart naturally. But, she was picky. Only out of the most sensitive, athletic souls would she target. And last night, she had received that first kiss she had been waiting for her whole life. Being Daddy's little princess, she was indifferent to inappropriate manner. She only desired gentlemen.
So at that hour, both Kolbe and I decided to let her go to the movies with Donathon Andrews. If, within any of the time she spent with him were odd or strange, she was to call us immediately. Sure, you could say that Kolbe and I were high-strung and protective of our childhood friend, but afterall, Sylva had always been a princess to us.
While Sylva went out on her date with Donathon Andrews, Kolbe and I watched some High School of The Undead, Halloween(the new, updated versions), and lastly, Pan's Labrynth. All of which could entertain me greatly. Now, sitting here at five in the morning, Kolbe sleeping on my lap, Sylva sound asleep, I could do nothing but wait.
A few moments passed and I listened to Kolbe's slow, rhythmic breaths. In the distance, a train sang off, most likely the very train we took to get to school. Kicking off the rest of the blankets, I pressed a pillow between my knees and carefully slid Kolbe's head onto it. I brought my legs toward me and remained in a squat, waiting for my escape. I stood up all of the way and made my way into the kitchen.
The Pauls' kitchen was painted gold with stainless-steel appliances. Windows portraited the wondrous landscape outside the household. Rolling hills and birch circles lived on the land, decorating the perfect couple of acres on which my friend lived on. Stirring, the kitchen was perfectly silent, allowing sleep to be effortless.
I helped myself to some brew and sat down at the dining table beside the window facing the Sun. The rise was a radiant one, painting the sky with vibrant pastels and neons. Sipping on the bitter coffee, I watched the morning bloom into a Day. Over the hills, the moutains glowed with the flamboyance shown off of the morning dew.
In the living room, my best friends stirred. A few low moans erupted into the silence. I heard low voices, and in a matter of minutes, was joined by my favorite people. Sylva entered first, her blonde-gold locks pulled up into a high bun. The carribean irises she owned gleamed in the morning glow. She wore an over-sized shirt with sweats, and of course, her pink bunnie-slippers. From behind her, Kolbe entered, his cat-like green eyes popping like crackling fireworks. His dark chocolate, almost black, locks were short. He had recently cut it short. At the moment, he sported black jeans and the large Iron-Maiden tee-shirt I had given to him as a Christmas gift a little over a year ago.
The smiling faces presented before me were the only things in the world that I truly desired, and I sure was glad to have them.
Naps and Kumbucha!!!
Good day to all!
So, first topic- I want to talk about naps, since today I experienced a rather tasteful one. So, have you ever come home from school, or a job and your eyes cannot seem to stay open no matter how hard you try to pry? With all of my might, I tried to keep the damn things awake, but my brain just wasn't going to put up with my stubborn metality. So, today, I took a nap. This is just to note, but on Wednesdays, I ride icelandic horses for this lady who doesn't have anyone to ride them, and it's really fun and all that jazz. Anyways, as I'm sitting through fifth period(*my school deals with a block schedule-1,3,5 days on one day, 2,4,6 on others, etc.), which is science, I can't help but close my eyes for just a second. When I open them, I have a subsitute teacher squealing in my face(even though ALL of my work is complete and accurately done). Of course, I tell her my work is finished, and I apologize for this and that (and blah, blah, blah), still, my eyes are droopy and feel as if they've been aggressively stuffed with cotton.
When the final bell rung, I gathered my things and headed out the door feeling even more drowsy and out of it, and for definites, my head was swaying. I sent a text to Mom saying that I need to skip the horse stables for a nice nap, but when my sister found out, she was frantic. Of course, I understand that she, too, gets tired and exhausted from the mid-week crisis of getting through school, but I have happily been getting perfect grades, and things have just burnt me out, so I tried to reason with her. As she has begun to explain to me what she feels, I feel myself start to fade, and when my eyes open once again, I'm laying crooked in the back seat. My sister nolonger is in the car, but my mom had driven off someplace. And, when she parks next, I exchanged my spot for the back seat and advance to the front. With the seat declined near to it's limits, I could get a perfect afternoon nap. That is what I got.
When I woke about, maybe, an hour later, I was overhwelmed with a load of groceries beside me while my Mom drove to pick up my sister. As I am still sitting in the front seat next to her, she has, for me to share with her, Kumbucha and chile Chicharrones. If you have never heard of Kumbucha, it is an asian mushroom said to have healing abilities, energizing qualities, and gives an expansion to your life;
as odd as it seems, this mushroom was made into a carbonated beverage. It DOES sound nasty when you think long and hard about it, but when I first tried it, there was something about it that I loved. It tastes sour, almost vinegar-ey, but it is also sweet and bubbly. I cannot describe the goodness it beholds but if you ever have the chance to try it, I garuntee an adventure (whether you enjoy it or not). And, Chicharrones, if you also have not tried the snack, is fried pork fat. Sure, it's just fried fat, but it has less than or NO carbohydrates compared to potatoe chips, and as doubtful as it seems, has less fat than potatoe chips. Also, it is crunchy and spicy- my two favorite things. So, in spite of having just woken up, I was a happy girl.
So, that was the post of my day. Now, to move on to books.
Lately, for English, I have been reading this book called To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee. It is a wonderful book (although I much rather prefer fantasy-sci/fy novels). Yes, I do prefer the intense, nerd-geek trail of fantasy and teen-popular books such as Twilight and Pretty Little Liars, but, this book is also a very adventurous one. Although it IS about children and the process of maturing and growing up, it still gives morals that could change a life, and lends a smile. To Kill a Mockingbird is about a girl who lives in Maycomb, Alabama sometime in the Great Depression, and grows up. She learns to keep her mouth shut and not to judge others before getting to know them, and even, learns to love unconditionally. The book, itself, is very humorous and exciting to read (although I am only half way through it), and overall a very enjoyable novel.
Speaking of which, I am devised to read chapters sixteen and seventeen tonight. That should be good. Anyways, I'll be getting to my reading and meditation, so that is all for tonight. Best wishes for the evening, and enjoy every moment.
The question for today is:
If you were given one thousand dollars to spend, what would you spend it on, and why?
Good evening!
So, first topic- I want to talk about naps, since today I experienced a rather tasteful one. So, have you ever come home from school, or a job and your eyes cannot seem to stay open no matter how hard you try to pry? With all of my might, I tried to keep the damn things awake, but my brain just wasn't going to put up with my stubborn metality. So, today, I took a nap. This is just to note, but on Wednesdays, I ride icelandic horses for this lady who doesn't have anyone to ride them, and it's really fun and all that jazz. Anyways, as I'm sitting through fifth period(*my school deals with a block schedule-1,3,5 days on one day, 2,4,6 on others, etc.), which is science, I can't help but close my eyes for just a second. When I open them, I have a subsitute teacher squealing in my face(even though ALL of my work is complete and accurately done). Of course, I tell her my work is finished, and I apologize for this and that (and blah, blah, blah), still, my eyes are droopy and feel as if they've been aggressively stuffed with cotton.
When the final bell rung, I gathered my things and headed out the door feeling even more drowsy and out of it, and for definites, my head was swaying. I sent a text to Mom saying that I need to skip the horse stables for a nice nap, but when my sister found out, she was frantic. Of course, I understand that she, too, gets tired and exhausted from the mid-week crisis of getting through school, but I have happily been getting perfect grades, and things have just burnt me out, so I tried to reason with her. As she has begun to explain to me what she feels, I feel myself start to fade, and when my eyes open once again, I'm laying crooked in the back seat. My sister nolonger is in the car, but my mom had driven off someplace. And, when she parks next, I exchanged my spot for the back seat and advance to the front. With the seat declined near to it's limits, I could get a perfect afternoon nap. That is what I got.
When I woke about, maybe, an hour later, I was overhwelmed with a load of groceries beside me while my Mom drove to pick up my sister. As I am still sitting in the front seat next to her, she has, for me to share with her, Kumbucha and chile Chicharrones. If you have never heard of Kumbucha, it is an asian mushroom said to have healing abilities, energizing qualities, and gives an expansion to your life;
as odd as it seems, this mushroom was made into a carbonated beverage. It DOES sound nasty when you think long and hard about it, but when I first tried it, there was something about it that I loved. It tastes sour, almost vinegar-ey, but it is also sweet and bubbly. I cannot describe the goodness it beholds but if you ever have the chance to try it, I garuntee an adventure (whether you enjoy it or not). And, Chicharrones, if you also have not tried the snack, is fried pork fat. Sure, it's just fried fat, but it has less than or NO carbohydrates compared to potatoe chips, and as doubtful as it seems, has less fat than potatoe chips. Also, it is crunchy and spicy- my two favorite things. So, in spite of having just woken up, I was a happy girl.
So, that was the post of my day. Now, to move on to books.
Lately, for English, I have been reading this book called To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee. It is a wonderful book (although I much rather prefer fantasy-sci/fy novels). Yes, I do prefer the intense, nerd-geek trail of fantasy and teen-popular books such as Twilight and Pretty Little Liars, but, this book is also a very adventurous one. Although it IS about children and the process of maturing and growing up, it still gives morals that could change a life, and lends a smile. To Kill a Mockingbird is about a girl who lives in Maycomb, Alabama sometime in the Great Depression, and grows up. She learns to keep her mouth shut and not to judge others before getting to know them, and even, learns to love unconditionally. The book, itself, is very humorous and exciting to read (although I am only half way through it), and overall a very enjoyable novel.
Speaking of which, I am devised to read chapters sixteen and seventeen tonight. That should be good. Anyways, I'll be getting to my reading and meditation, so that is all for tonight. Best wishes for the evening, and enjoy every moment.
The question for today is:
If you were given one thousand dollars to spend, what would you spend it on, and why?
Good evening!
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