When I wear my mask
It gives me strength
Not that I don’t want you to see me
Just that society sees me the wrong way
However with my mask
I do not hide
I merely express
My inner self without feeling
The stifling, smothering oppression
That is pushed upon us
By people who know nothing
About us
Or about themselves
Which is why they don’t
Wont
Can’t
Accept us for who we are
They’re the ones who forced us
To make our masks
And wear them.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Random Poetry
Boredom and extreme emotional situations lead to poetry for me.
The one is untitled, and rather bland. But meh. More than likely no one will read this anyway :P
Warm
Soothing
The sound of his voice
Memories
Distant
In my head echoing
Muffled
Or clearly?
Unknown...
Joy
Pain
I feel suffering
Gentle
Loving
Don’t cry darling
Whispers
Voices
Want to make it better
Why?
How?
Too many questions
Confused
Lost
What I am now
Alone
Lonely
Dreadfully cold
The one is untitled, and rather bland. But meh. More than likely no one will read this anyway :P
Warm
Soothing
The sound of his voice
Memories
Distant
In my head echoing
Muffled
Or clearly?
Unknown...
Joy
Pain
I feel suffering
Gentle
Loving
Don’t cry darling
Whispers
Voices
Want to make it better
Why?
How?
Too many questions
Confused
Lost
What I am now
Alone
Lonely
Dreadfully cold
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
"Cinderella's" Secret
"Hey Josh, man. How the hell d'you do it?"
Josh blinked, looking over at his friend. "Do what?" After a moment, his eyes slid back to a girl he had been watching, Kinda hot he thought to himself, lips quirking into a smirk.
"Get all the chicks." The friend said, shoving at Josh's shoulder.
"Dude, he's like the hottest guy in school according to all the chicks. Ain't that right, mister Pop-u-lar?" Another friend asked.
"Well." Josh paused "Yeah I guess. I dunno." He ran a hand through his hair, before blinking against the strong pulsing lights of the club. He felt his heart thump to the beat of the music, and shook his head.
"So you found Misses Right yet? I mean like, you have chicks flingin' themselves all over you. Why don't you got a girl?"
Josh fought the urge to roll his eyes. These people soo don't know me. My own friends don't even know WHY I don't have a girlfriend.
He looked around again before his eyes landed on a beautiful girl. She was leaning up against the wall, a scowl settled across her pretty features. He watched the lights bounce off of her chestnut hair and without thinking, he began to approach.
A cocky smirk slid across his face, and the girl snorted to herself as she watched him draw nearer. Thinks he's all that.
"Hey there hot stuff. Wanna dance?" He smirked, settling his weight onto one leg.
"Naw. But obviously you do." She sneered why eyeing him up and down. "What else are you lookin' for?"
"Hey now, don't be that way. I'm just looking to dance." He leaned towards her, grinning.
"Dancing leads to other things." She crooned in a sing song voice while pushing herself away from the wall "Yeah. Let's dance - just no grinding."
"Why not?" Josh watched her walk by him, heading towards the bodies swaying together on the dance floor.
"'Cause I said so. Got a problem with it?" She tossed a playful smile over her shoulder, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Stop starin' at my ass Mister I-Only-Want-To-Dance."
"Sorry."
"No you aren't. Lying is a dirty habit."
"Yeah...you're right."
They moved together as a slow song started to drift through the speakers. Josh wrapped a hand around her waist.
"What's your name?"
"Jamie. You?"
"Josh."
He began to pull her closer, hands tightening around her.
"Hey- Not too close."
"Relax."
"No. Not too close." She began to pull away, hands on his chest. An angry look settled itself upon her face.
"Hey. Okay. Look, relax. I'm sorry. I won't do it again."
"If you do I'll kick you in your -" Her threat was cut short as her cell phone began to ring. "Crap. I'm expecting a call. I gotta take this."
"Yeah...Okay."
His hands slipped away from her waist as she went to stand by the coat check. He watched as she answered her cell phone, eyes rolling, head nodding.
"Yo Josh man. Let's go." His friend from earler grabbed his arm.
"Hold on a minute. I wanna watch her."
"Whoa. Creeper! I'll meet you out back" He laughed, walking away from Josh.
"Yeah sure, whatever." Josh muttered, watching his princess on the phone.
Jamie set her cell phone onto the coat check counter, tugging on her coat. She shouldered her purse, and walked away...leaving her cell phone behind.
Josh walked over and picked it up. He looked through the contacts, a slow smile sliding onto his face. Jamie's home phone number and address were in the contacts list. I'm coming Cinderella...
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Josh walked up the driveway, a nervous frown on his face. He paused at the steps, then finally made his way up them. He knocked on the door, shuffling from foot to foot.
A middle aged woman answered the door, wearing a pink apron. "Hello?"
"Uh, hi. Is Jamie here?" Josh said after clearing his throat.
"Oh of course! A moment please." She closed the door again, and Josh heard her calling for her daughter.
The door opened again and Josh came face to face with a...boy?
"Hello?" The boy tilted his head at Josh. His eyes lowered to the cell phone and he grinned.
"Oh...Uhm...I think I got the wrong house. Sorry."
"Nope." The boy chirped. "Thanks for my cell. I was goin' psycho crazy without it. By the way, thanks for the dance."
Josh stood looking dumfounded as Jamie, a BOY closed the door in his face.
Cinderella isn't always what she seems...
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Haha lets call this an afterword :P
Many of you are probably wondering why this modern fairy tale doesn't have a happy ending. Truth is, most 'tales' these days, don't have any happy endings. This was as modern as I could make it.
Josh blinked, looking over at his friend. "Do what?" After a moment, his eyes slid back to a girl he had been watching, Kinda hot he thought to himself, lips quirking into a smirk.
"Get all the chicks." The friend said, shoving at Josh's shoulder.
"Dude, he's like the hottest guy in school according to all the chicks. Ain't that right, mister Pop-u-lar?" Another friend asked.
"Well." Josh paused "Yeah I guess. I dunno." He ran a hand through his hair, before blinking against the strong pulsing lights of the club. He felt his heart thump to the beat of the music, and shook his head.
"So you found Misses Right yet? I mean like, you have chicks flingin' themselves all over you. Why don't you got a girl?"
Josh fought the urge to roll his eyes. These people soo don't know me. My own friends don't even know WHY I don't have a girlfriend.
He looked around again before his eyes landed on a beautiful girl. She was leaning up against the wall, a scowl settled across her pretty features. He watched the lights bounce off of her chestnut hair and without thinking, he began to approach.
A cocky smirk slid across his face, and the girl snorted to herself as she watched him draw nearer. Thinks he's all that.
"Hey there hot stuff. Wanna dance?" He smirked, settling his weight onto one leg.
"Naw. But obviously you do." She sneered why eyeing him up and down. "What else are you lookin' for?"
"Hey now, don't be that way. I'm just looking to dance." He leaned towards her, grinning.
"Dancing leads to other things." She crooned in a sing song voice while pushing herself away from the wall "Yeah. Let's dance - just no grinding."
"Why not?" Josh watched her walk by him, heading towards the bodies swaying together on the dance floor.
"'Cause I said so. Got a problem with it?" She tossed a playful smile over her shoulder, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Stop starin' at my ass Mister I-Only-Want-To-Dance."
"Sorry."
"No you aren't. Lying is a dirty habit."
"Yeah...you're right."
They moved together as a slow song started to drift through the speakers. Josh wrapped a hand around her waist.
"What's your name?"
"Jamie. You?"
"Josh."
He began to pull her closer, hands tightening around her.
"Hey- Not too close."
"Relax."
"No. Not too close." She began to pull away, hands on his chest. An angry look settled itself upon her face.
"Hey. Okay. Look, relax. I'm sorry. I won't do it again."
"If you do I'll kick you in your -" Her threat was cut short as her cell phone began to ring. "Crap. I'm expecting a call. I gotta take this."
"Yeah...Okay."
His hands slipped away from her waist as she went to stand by the coat check. He watched as she answered her cell phone, eyes rolling, head nodding.
"Yo Josh man. Let's go." His friend from earler grabbed his arm.
"Hold on a minute. I wanna watch her."
"Whoa. Creeper! I'll meet you out back" He laughed, walking away from Josh.
"Yeah sure, whatever." Josh muttered, watching his princess on the phone.
Jamie set her cell phone onto the coat check counter, tugging on her coat. She shouldered her purse, and walked away...leaving her cell phone behind.
Josh walked over and picked it up. He looked through the contacts, a slow smile sliding onto his face. Jamie's home phone number and address were in the contacts list. I'm coming Cinderella...
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Josh walked up the driveway, a nervous frown on his face. He paused at the steps, then finally made his way up them. He knocked on the door, shuffling from foot to foot.
A middle aged woman answered the door, wearing a pink apron. "Hello?"
"Uh, hi. Is Jamie here?" Josh said after clearing his throat.
"Oh of course! A moment please." She closed the door again, and Josh heard her calling for her daughter.
The door opened again and Josh came face to face with a...boy?
"Hello?" The boy tilted his head at Josh. His eyes lowered to the cell phone and he grinned.
"Oh...Uhm...I think I got the wrong house. Sorry."
"Nope." The boy chirped. "Thanks for my cell. I was goin' psycho crazy without it. By the way, thanks for the dance."
Josh stood looking dumfounded as Jamie, a BOY closed the door in his face.
Cinderella isn't always what she seems...
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Haha lets call this an afterword :P
Many of you are probably wondering why this modern fairy tale doesn't have a happy ending. Truth is, most 'tales' these days, don't have any happy endings. This was as modern as I could make it.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
The Great Debaters
1] There was a time when Freedom of Speech did not apply to everyone, not did it apply everywhere. Does Freedom of Speech apply to everyone today?
No, it doesn't. In Canada it generally does, although to an extent. That extent, however is understandable - No racism or other such things. It's fine to not allow people to act in those ways. However, outside of Canada freedom of speech doesn't really exist. Even in the United States, where all is "free". Peaceful protests are commonly shut down and heaven forbid you say anything about the government or God. In other countries around the world, you get killed for you opinions. Freedom of Speech does NOT apply to everyone today.
2] Mr Thompson (Denzel Washington) gives his students the opportunity to debate on his terms. Does he prepare them to stand on their own?
I do not think that Mr Thompson taught his students how to debate by themselves. They may have researched the topics, but they never really gave their own debate arguments. They were all made by the teacher - giving them example to work with would have been great...as outlines, guidelines. He did too much, and they're very lucky they managed to pull through by themselves. I think they were prepared, but not because of what he did.
No, it doesn't. In Canada it generally does, although to an extent. That extent, however is understandable - No racism or other such things. It's fine to not allow people to act in those ways. However, outside of Canada freedom of speech doesn't really exist. Even in the United States, where all is "free". Peaceful protests are commonly shut down and heaven forbid you say anything about the government or God. In other countries around the world, you get killed for you opinions. Freedom of Speech does NOT apply to everyone today.
2] Mr Thompson (Denzel Washington) gives his students the opportunity to debate on his terms. Does he prepare them to stand on their own?
I do not think that Mr Thompson taught his students how to debate by themselves. They may have researched the topics, but they never really gave their own debate arguments. They were all made by the teacher - giving them example to work with would have been great...as outlines, guidelines. He did too much, and they're very lucky they managed to pull through by themselves. I think they were prepared, but not because of what he did.
Friday, November 7, 2008
Opinions Count
Samaritan [1]
"She needed help. That was it,". A very strange thing, buying a house for a complete stranger. If it had have been a family member, that would have been fine. However Marilyn Mock did this for a complete and utter stranger, named Tracy Orr.
No matter how strange this deed was, it cannot be denied that it is a heartwarming one. It makes me happy to realise that not all of humanity is consumed by selfishness and greed, only working to satisfy themselves. True, Tracy will have to pay Miss Mock back - it's only fair after all. I'm sure that Marilyn will be a lot easier to deal with than the bank.
Marilyn did a wonderful thing, and although I don't know her personally I feel proud of her. Seeing how happy Tracy was probably made the entire thing worth while to her. I'm glad that Tracy will be able to keep her house, and that she may gain a friend through the situation as well.
Valedictorian Trouble [2]
A validictorian is supposed to be someone who can be looked up to. Unfortunately, Gary Rego, the head boy of a private school has prooved to us that even "heroes" have their "moments". He delivered a speech that was found to be highly abusive to the principals, and had been forced off of the stage.
Personally, I myself don't disagree or blame him. As a student, I feel that they don't keep us informed enough - he thought that the principal was slacking off, and that the other was trying to stifle them. I myself have felt the same various times - and when we try to voice the concerns to teachers, or other staff memebers we're practically ignored.
People believe that Gary was being abusive, while I think he was trying to prove a point. He was attempting to draw attention to problems, because no one else will address them. As far as everyone else seems to be concerned, problems like that are for the staff to deal with.
He did what he did, nothing will change it. To me, he did a good thing - not by degrading people, but by doing something about the issues plaguing the school. Sure, he should have gone about it differently but really...What other way is there?
Unhygienic [3]
"Health officials said they don't know how long the practice has been going on.". Personally, I'm not surprised. The government has slacked off, ignored it's duties, and now we're paying for it. The government didn't do it's job, and now people have to go and get tested for diseases.
I question if it's a mistake. If people were to get diseases from the reused syringes, wouldn't the government make more money? How could they inspect hospitals and doctors, yet not notice that it's happening?
I'm disgusted by what happened, and truly believe it to be the government's fault. No one is going to listen to you, if you don't inforce your rules. They didn't enforce them and now many people will suffer the consequences - well many people who aren't involved in the government.
I think that it's horrible that these people were subject to malpractice. I also entirely blame the Canadian Government.
Zack and Miri [4]
I find it completely and utterly idiotic to ban a movie from a theatre for the title of "porno". Personally, I think that everything is "pornographic" to someone, on some level. Regardless, it's just a word.
"Kevin Smith's surprisingly tame and sentimental movie has a few flashes of nudity, a handful of love scenes played mostly for laughs, and a whole lot of foul language." - Oh no, foul language and a few funny scenes. That's absolutely horrible - yet this theatre played Saw V. It makes absolute sense considering as self mutilation and decapitation are so much more fluffy and sweet than a few funny love scenes.
It's a word. We don't need to be censored from a word. I see worse things written in the bathroom stalls everytime I go in there. Even students in grades three and four read worse things in the bathroom.
The entire thing is completely stupid. Banning it from one theatre won't change a thing - except that theatres actual income. As far as I'm concerned, it's the owner's loss not anyone else's. Now everyone knows to go to a different theatre instead. So really, he's not shielding anyone at all.
"She needed help. That was it,". A very strange thing, buying a house for a complete stranger. If it had have been a family member, that would have been fine. However Marilyn Mock did this for a complete and utter stranger, named Tracy Orr.
No matter how strange this deed was, it cannot be denied that it is a heartwarming one. It makes me happy to realise that not all of humanity is consumed by selfishness and greed, only working to satisfy themselves. True, Tracy will have to pay Miss Mock back - it's only fair after all. I'm sure that Marilyn will be a lot easier to deal with than the bank.
Marilyn did a wonderful thing, and although I don't know her personally I feel proud of her. Seeing how happy Tracy was probably made the entire thing worth while to her. I'm glad that Tracy will be able to keep her house, and that she may gain a friend through the situation as well.
Valedictorian Trouble [2]
A validictorian is supposed to be someone who can be looked up to. Unfortunately, Gary Rego, the head boy of a private school has prooved to us that even "heroes" have their "moments". He delivered a speech that was found to be highly abusive to the principals, and had been forced off of the stage.
Personally, I myself don't disagree or blame him. As a student, I feel that they don't keep us informed enough - he thought that the principal was slacking off, and that the other was trying to stifle them. I myself have felt the same various times - and when we try to voice the concerns to teachers, or other staff memebers we're practically ignored.
People believe that Gary was being abusive, while I think he was trying to prove a point. He was attempting to draw attention to problems, because no one else will address them. As far as everyone else seems to be concerned, problems like that are for the staff to deal with.
He did what he did, nothing will change it. To me, he did a good thing - not by degrading people, but by doing something about the issues plaguing the school. Sure, he should have gone about it differently but really...What other way is there?
Unhygienic [3]
"Health officials said they don't know how long the practice has been going on.". Personally, I'm not surprised. The government has slacked off, ignored it's duties, and now we're paying for it. The government didn't do it's job, and now people have to go and get tested for diseases.
I question if it's a mistake. If people were to get diseases from the reused syringes, wouldn't the government make more money? How could they inspect hospitals and doctors, yet not notice that it's happening?
I'm disgusted by what happened, and truly believe it to be the government's fault. No one is going to listen to you, if you don't inforce your rules. They didn't enforce them and now many people will suffer the consequences - well many people who aren't involved in the government.
I think that it's horrible that these people were subject to malpractice. I also entirely blame the Canadian Government.
Zack and Miri [4]
I find it completely and utterly idiotic to ban a movie from a theatre for the title of "porno". Personally, I think that everything is "pornographic" to someone, on some level. Regardless, it's just a word.
"Kevin Smith's surprisingly tame and sentimental movie has a few flashes of nudity, a handful of love scenes played mostly for laughs, and a whole lot of foul language." - Oh no, foul language and a few funny scenes. That's absolutely horrible - yet this theatre played Saw V. It makes absolute sense considering as self mutilation and decapitation are so much more fluffy and sweet than a few funny love scenes.
It's a word. We don't need to be censored from a word. I see worse things written in the bathroom stalls everytime I go in there. Even students in grades three and four read worse things in the bathroom.
The entire thing is completely stupid. Banning it from one theatre won't change a thing - except that theatres actual income. As far as I'm concerned, it's the owner's loss not anyone else's. Now everyone knows to go to a different theatre instead. So really, he's not shielding anyone at all.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Lessons in News
No Name for Hair?
This morning while preparing for school, Jamie brushed her hair with a Dollar store brand hairbrush. “It’s the best!” She claims, “They’re really, really cheap but they last longer than my old brand, any day.”
Jamie’s mother stands by her daughter on the subject. “Jamie has really thick hair, and the Dollar store brush is the only one that hasn’t broken yet. I mean, we were going through brushes every two months if not sooner. The best thing is, they have hair brushes for everyone. We bought a soft bristled brush there that works just great for the cat!” She explained to me during our interview.
Jamie buys most of her products at the Dollar store, or other bargain places. She says that sometimes cheaper just is better – and she loves to buy in bulk.
Her neighbor, who is asking to remain unnamed, complains that Jamie’s family is too cheap. “They buy everything at bargain stores! It’s a wonder anyone can get anything of quality there. Dollar Stores, bulk stores – those people are so cheap!”
Jamie however, is loyal to her no name brand supplies. She says that her hairbrush now, is the favorite one she has ever had “And it only cost a dollar!”.
Teenager Finds Pretty Pen
Today while walking on her way to class, a student found a pen. She wishes to go unnamed, and says she will not give it back no matter who comes to claim it.
“It’s mine,” she claims. “I found it, so it’s mine. I love the color green, and this pen is green. I like to write, it’s made for writing. It was destiny!”
We decided to go and interview some other people at the school. The French teacher, Miss M says “That student is too attached to her pen! I saw her playing with it earlier today. She treats it better than she treated her baby for parenting class.”
Upon interviewing some of this student’s friends, we found that this isn’t the first time she has done such a thing. “She finds the craziest things, and then like falls in love with them. She gets attached to objects so easily!” Stephanie, a close friend states. “It’s really weird, but oh well. It takes all sorts!” She exclaims.
This unnamed student and her pen will hopefully be safe, as so far no one has stepped up to claim the green pen.
This morning while preparing for school, Jamie brushed her hair with a Dollar store brand hairbrush. “It’s the best!” She claims, “They’re really, really cheap but they last longer than my old brand, any day.”
Jamie’s mother stands by her daughter on the subject. “Jamie has really thick hair, and the Dollar store brush is the only one that hasn’t broken yet. I mean, we were going through brushes every two months if not sooner. The best thing is, they have hair brushes for everyone. We bought a soft bristled brush there that works just great for the cat!” She explained to me during our interview.
Jamie buys most of her products at the Dollar store, or other bargain places. She says that sometimes cheaper just is better – and she loves to buy in bulk.
Her neighbor, who is asking to remain unnamed, complains that Jamie’s family is too cheap. “They buy everything at bargain stores! It’s a wonder anyone can get anything of quality there. Dollar Stores, bulk stores – those people are so cheap!”
Jamie however, is loyal to her no name brand supplies. She says that her hairbrush now, is the favorite one she has ever had “And it only cost a dollar!”.
Teenager Finds Pretty Pen
Today while walking on her way to class, a student found a pen. She wishes to go unnamed, and says she will not give it back no matter who comes to claim it.
“It’s mine,” she claims. “I found it, so it’s mine. I love the color green, and this pen is green. I like to write, it’s made for writing. It was destiny!”
We decided to go and interview some other people at the school. The French teacher, Miss M says “That student is too attached to her pen! I saw her playing with it earlier today. She treats it better than she treated her baby for parenting class.”
Upon interviewing some of this student’s friends, we found that this isn’t the first time she has done such a thing. “She finds the craziest things, and then like falls in love with them. She gets attached to objects so easily!” Stephanie, a close friend states. “It’s really weird, but oh well. It takes all sorts!” She exclaims.
This unnamed student and her pen will hopefully be safe, as so far no one has stepped up to claim the green pen.
Monday, October 13, 2008
Cue! XD
It was a dark and stormy night that Tamara found herself walking home alone on. Usually the fourty minute walk to her house from the library didn't bother her - but that was usually. On days where the sun was still shining high in the sky. The days where Tamara wasn't alone, in the dark. Above her the streetlight flickered on...off...on again...then darkness. The bulb must be dead, she reasoned with herself. Shaking her head, she took a breath and continued onwards. There was only another twenty minutes left.
A noise to her left startled her. She looked to the side, pausing on the sidewalk. Nothing...I'm just nervous...It's stormy, it's dark. That's all. Calm down Tamara she told herself. Slowly she began walking again. The noise didn't start for another five minutes. However, it did start again. She sped up, boots sloshing in the rain puddles. She could feel panic rising in her chest, causing her breathing to deepen. Fear. And then the voice, behind her, calling to her.
She was running then, all thoughts of the storm gone. She could hear whatever was behind her closing in - catching up. She let out a whimper of fear, pushing her body as hard as she could. An asthma attack was quite possible at that moment.
Tamara let out a shriek when two strong hands grabbed her by the arms.
Once upon a time, in a land far, far away there lived a fairy. She was a pretty fairy, with butterfly wings and sugar plum lips. She was as cute as a button, and her feet were smaller than the pads of a kittens paw. Nymphadania was an Earth fairy. The sort of fairy that brings about seasons, flowers, and other such things. However, Nymphadania had a small dilemma...
She was in love. With a human. Well, in fact that wasn't the dilemma. Fairies in her parts were known for inter species relationships after all - it was nothing new. No, what the real problem was, was the fact that He - the human she loved - was in love with another human! A marriage was scheduled for the weekend after next...
As much as Nymphadania wanted him to be happy, she knew she couldn't let it happen. Upon realising this, the tiny imp took her troubles to a few friends, for some help. It wouldn't be the first time a fairy crashed a wedding.
Nor the last.
She slammed the door, screaming at the top of her lungs, "You have GOT to be kidding me!"
As she stormed by the stand in the hallway her purse knocked her mother's expensive vase onto the ground. It shattered, but she couldn't bring herself to care. No one was home - when her mother got back, she'd say it was the cat. For now though, she didn't care. All she cared about was what that asshole had done.
How was she supposed to go to school tomorrow when he had...God. She would never live this one down. It was horrible. Humiliating.
Tossing herself face down on the bed, she let out a strangled scream. Maybe she could transfer? No, her mother wouldn't let her do that. Maybe she could get away with skipping tomorrow. Play sick perhaps...
The thing came hurtling from space and crashed into the building, engulfing it in flames. People screamed, running from white hot heat. No one was injured, thankfully. The building had been evacuated only moments before.
"He was right! He was right!" A sobbing woman yowled, turning around to seek out the man who had informed them of this incident, mere moments before it happened. She paused even in her crying, eyes searching wildly...
He was gone.
The flower opened, revealing something so terrible, it froze the onlookers. Massive teeth just dripping with drool spread to reveal several more rows behind them. A noise unlike anything from Earth rumbled from within the centre of the flower, grating against the ears of the crowed. Rich people - snobs. They had paid for this, of course. To bring something so alien back to Earth...The rich never thought about the consequences.
Alyssa shook her head. Disguised with an image inducer, she fit right in with the crowd. Idiots, don't you realise what you've done? She asked silently, looking around at everyone else. They didn't of course - she could see the shocked awe in their eyes as they watched the thing. No on expected it to start moving. No one except Alyssa.
She was already shouting for people to leave when two long vines stretched out and began dragging the plant across the ground.
She lifted her arms to enfold the beauty of everything around her, not noticing her foot was about to slip and take her tumbling over a precipice. She closed her eyes, giving a laugh. She felt so light, free. Standing there, so above everything else helped to clear her mind.
That was when her foot slipped.
Her breath caught as she rolled forward, tumbling through the air. It took her a moment to realise what was happening. When she did, she took a deep breath and balanced herself. Snow white wings folded into her body, making her move faster than she should. The new speed sent her hurtling towards the ground at double the origin pace - closer and closer to the jaggedly rocked ground.
She gulped and closed her eyes just before impact, spreading those dove like wings...
A noise to her left startled her. She looked to the side, pausing on the sidewalk. Nothing...I'm just nervous...It's stormy, it's dark. That's all. Calm down Tamara she told herself. Slowly she began walking again. The noise didn't start for another five minutes. However, it did start again. She sped up, boots sloshing in the rain puddles. She could feel panic rising in her chest, causing her breathing to deepen. Fear. And then the voice, behind her, calling to her.
She was running then, all thoughts of the storm gone. She could hear whatever was behind her closing in - catching up. She let out a whimper of fear, pushing her body as hard as she could. An asthma attack was quite possible at that moment.
Tamara let out a shriek when two strong hands grabbed her by the arms.
Once upon a time, in a land far, far away there lived a fairy. She was a pretty fairy, with butterfly wings and sugar plum lips. She was as cute as a button, and her feet were smaller than the pads of a kittens paw. Nymphadania was an Earth fairy. The sort of fairy that brings about seasons, flowers, and other such things. However, Nymphadania had a small dilemma...
She was in love. With a human. Well, in fact that wasn't the dilemma. Fairies in her parts were known for inter species relationships after all - it was nothing new. No, what the real problem was, was the fact that He - the human she loved - was in love with another human! A marriage was scheduled for the weekend after next...
As much as Nymphadania wanted him to be happy, she knew she couldn't let it happen. Upon realising this, the tiny imp took her troubles to a few friends, for some help. It wouldn't be the first time a fairy crashed a wedding.
Nor the last.
She slammed the door, screaming at the top of her lungs, "You have GOT to be kidding me!"
As she stormed by the stand in the hallway her purse knocked her mother's expensive vase onto the ground. It shattered, but she couldn't bring herself to care. No one was home - when her mother got back, she'd say it was the cat. For now though, she didn't care. All she cared about was what that asshole had done.
How was she supposed to go to school tomorrow when he had...God. She would never live this one down. It was horrible. Humiliating.
Tossing herself face down on the bed, she let out a strangled scream. Maybe she could transfer? No, her mother wouldn't let her do that. Maybe she could get away with skipping tomorrow. Play sick perhaps...
The thing came hurtling from space and crashed into the building, engulfing it in flames. People screamed, running from white hot heat. No one was injured, thankfully. The building had been evacuated only moments before.
"He was right! He was right!" A sobbing woman yowled, turning around to seek out the man who had informed them of this incident, mere moments before it happened. She paused even in her crying, eyes searching wildly...
He was gone.
The flower opened, revealing something so terrible, it froze the onlookers. Massive teeth just dripping with drool spread to reveal several more rows behind them. A noise unlike anything from Earth rumbled from within the centre of the flower, grating against the ears of the crowed. Rich people - snobs. They had paid for this, of course. To bring something so alien back to Earth...The rich never thought about the consequences.
Alyssa shook her head. Disguised with an image inducer, she fit right in with the crowd. Idiots, don't you realise what you've done? She asked silently, looking around at everyone else. They didn't of course - she could see the shocked awe in their eyes as they watched the thing. No on expected it to start moving. No one except Alyssa.
She was already shouting for people to leave when two long vines stretched out and began dragging the plant across the ground.
She lifted her arms to enfold the beauty of everything around her, not noticing her foot was about to slip and take her tumbling over a precipice. She closed her eyes, giving a laugh. She felt so light, free. Standing there, so above everything else helped to clear her mind.
That was when her foot slipped.
Her breath caught as she rolled forward, tumbling through the air. It took her a moment to realise what was happening. When she did, she took a deep breath and balanced herself. Snow white wings folded into her body, making her move faster than she should. The new speed sent her hurtling towards the ground at double the origin pace - closer and closer to the jaggedly rocked ground.
She gulped and closed her eyes just before impact, spreading those dove like wings...
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