Before I start the story, I guess I should add a disclaimer.
There is a whole load of awesomeness, power, and importance in this story. But I, the narrator, will do nothing big in this tale. Mostly, I serve as the bystander, and the emotional support. It would be a whole lot more interesting, witty, and informative if Joe, (or, as the world knows him now, the super man of this world) wrote this book, but sadly, he's to busy ruling/saving/defending the world to write a book. But someone has to document how the greatest hero in all time started out.
I hate to disappoint all you fans, but about two years ago, your hero was normal. Less than normal, even. Who knows, maybe you shoved him in a locker a few times, or called him 'shrimp', or worse. In seventh grade, the kid stood 4 foot 5 inches, and he had a slight build. Frankly, he was annoying. He cracked jokes constantly, most of them insulting. He also had a habit of throwing things when he was angry. I was his only friend, and I wasn't much higher up on the cool scale than he was. I had skipped a grade, and I was in the honors program besides. It wasn't like I was a nerd or anything, I hated school and studying just as much as the next kid. But I was cursed with the talent of doing what the teacher told me to do. And that got me good grades whether I wanted them or not.
Another flaw of Joes, he was, and probably still is, curious to a fault. I swear, he was worse than a three year old. Always "How come?" "Who came up with that stupid idea?" or simply "Why? Why? Why?" And that is why, on the famous date of April twenty second, we were both in the abandoned lot by Wal-Mart. Joe had heard rumors about aliens, Bigfoot, and even terrorists hiding in that lot. I had heard them too. I'm pretty sure all towns have at least one place where Bigfoot is supposed to be. It was perfectly normal for two boys to go check it out. We just happened to get lucky. Well, Joe got lucky, anyway...
My dad had a metal detector. We thought it might help us find whatever we thought was in that lot. We would have looked like idiots, running around an empty gravel covered clearing with a shovel and a metal detector, but we were shielded from view by tall trees. Now, of course, thousands of tourists come to that no longer empty lot with shovels and metal detectors, hoping to catch what we found.
The first five bottle caps, we were ecstatic. The next ten pennies, we were eager. By the twentieth rock, we were curious. But by the twenty fifth soda can, we were ready to go home.
On our way back to the sidewalk, the detector beeped again. I reached down to turn it off, but then stopped when I saw how magnetic our newest find was. I walked in small circles. Then in big circles. The thing was huge. There was no way I could have missed it on our way in. I showed Joe, and we were back to ecstatic. We both dug, taking turns with the shovel. And then we heard the clang of metal on metal. Instantly, I knew what we had there was different. For one thing, it glowed. But not with a normal light. It was like... You know those Christmas lights, with all those colors? Imagine a giant one of those, only it glows black. Imagine a perfectly flat surface, only when you touch it, your hand curves. When you pound it with a fist, it hurts. But when you press it gently, it gives a little. There are probably a thousand other ways it was weird. But that was what we found. To me, it just seemed wrong. But to Joe, it must have been beautiful. I backed up a few steps. He eagerly pried it out with the handle of the shovel. It was a thin round, giant disk. The black glow got brighter. I mean, darker. Well, you know, stronger. Whatever.
Anyway, it hurt. It stung my eyes, and it burned my skin. I cried out. I didn't see the rest because my eyes were watering. But Joe told me that it stood on its end, then lifted up into the air. I struggled to my feet, then fell back. I was so weak. I started to crawl away. I don't think Joe even noticed me. I heard something, like nails on a chalk board mixed with the roar of a river. But Joe heard a voice in it. He claims the words would destroy any normal human. But I think he just forgot them.
When I could see again, Joe was different. Very different. He was at least six feet tall, with huge mussels. Besides that, he was flying three feet in the air. "Cool." He breathed. Then he smiled down at me. But it was a smile of pity. "Sorry. Someone had to take the responsibility. I got the power."
Later, when I saw my reflection, I was horrified. I had huge, dark bags under my eyes. My back was hunched over, and I couldn't straiten it. My hair was either white, or gone. And my skin was cracked and dry.
With great power comes great responsibility. I just got the short end of the stick.
Tapeworm
I am a leaching parasite,
I am shrewd, I need no might.
A single worm in a single year,
can lay 1/2 a billion eggs, you hear!
And then we cling to every weed,
hoping that some cow will feed.
Once inside the bovine,
we wait until on meat you dine.
For if one does not cook ones meat,
you'll also get a special treat.
Then way before you even know,
This tiny pest will start to grow.
An inch, a foot, sixteen feet!
The beast inside is hard to beat.
How did I get to be so big?
I cannot eat or take a swig.
You digest my food, you see.
You do all my work for me.
I absorb my food using my skin,
You will lose and I will win.
For as I tear your intestine wall,
You grow weak and very small.
I am a leaching parasite.
I am shrewd, I need no might.
I am shrewd, I need no might.
A single worm in a single year,
can lay 1/2 a billion eggs, you hear!
And then we cling to every weed,
hoping that some cow will feed.
Once inside the bovine,
we wait until on meat you dine.
For if one does not cook ones meat,
you'll also get a special treat.
Then way before you even know,
This tiny pest will start to grow.
An inch, a foot, sixteen feet!
The beast inside is hard to beat.
How did I get to be so big?
I cannot eat or take a swig.
You digest my food, you see.
You do all my work for me.
I absorb my food using my skin,
You will lose and I will win.
For as I tear your intestine wall,
You grow weak and very small.
I am a leaching parasite.
I am shrewd, I need no might.
The Imposable Poem
There was an empty box, it was filled to the brim,
It held a jolly fat man who was so very slim.
this man, he had a wife, a fun bachelor was he.
he loved to look at pictures, this man, he could not see.
His nonexistent wife had a nonexistent cat,
and that imaginary pet caught a dead and living rat.
Yes, you saw me right, that is what I said,
these are the kind of thoughts you'll find in my simply complex head.
It held a jolly fat man who was so very slim.
this man, he had a wife, a fun bachelor was he.
he loved to look at pictures, this man, he could not see.
His nonexistent wife had a nonexistent cat,
and that imaginary pet caught a dead and living rat.
Yes, you saw me right, that is what I said,
these are the kind of thoughts you'll find in my simply complex head.
#5, Abby speaking
Shari hands me the book. "Your turn." she says simply. I take it and float up in the air. I steady myself, so my writing isn't bumpy.
My name is Abby. My power is classic. I can fly. It's not much fun to fly in a tiny bubble under the sea, though. I love it up here on the surface, where the sky is an endless place for me to roam. I guess I got lucky with my power, and my weakness, too. The only downside of flying is extreme claustrophobia. I'm really grateful that this dungeon is roomy. About the size of a football field, far as I can tell. Sam won't let his light go farther than what we can reach, because he says we might not want to see what is back there.
Acting on the same principle of 'it could be something scary,' Shari didn't want to come with us. but I had gloves, (it was the dead of winter but there was no snow yet) so I put them on, so she couldn't touch me, and apologetically lifted her in the air. I think that was what convinced her that we weren't crazy. John could have just been smart, the flashes and confusion could have been her mind playing tricks, but her eyes were telling her she was rising off the ground. She didn't make a sound. Sam and John ran as fast as they could down to the dock to start the sub, but I took my time, because I was going as the crow flies.
Shari didn't ask any questions until I landed. Then they came out so fast we had no time to answer them all.
"So you're all super heroes? Are there any others? How did you get your powers? How did I do that... weird brain thing?"
We waited until she was done, then we told the whole story. How no one knows how powers come, how there are about 400 more of us, and how we thought that she had a power, too. A power to take powers. Again, she was quiet. Then she asked one more question. "Where is this sub?"
John slyly grinned and revealed a key chain from behind his back. He clicked a button that made a sound like a lock opening. A few bubbles rose from the surface, then one big soap bubble thing rose up from between two docks. It wasn't sphere shaped like most bubbles. It was more like an upside down bell. This made it passable to breath air while still having open water right below your feet. Many nylon strings were stuck to the membrane, holding chairs under them. One chair, the captain chair, was connected to a complex set of levers. They were woven together in a complex web that took up about a quarter of the 9 feet across space. Apparently he could control the entire ship just by tweaking those strings. No one but him in the whole world knew how he did it. I'm not even sure if he understood all of it.
The first problem we ran into was where Shari could sit. We quickly came to a solution, though. I would float up in the top of the bubble, and she would take my seat.
Things went fairly smoothly for the next three minutes. Shari asked a few more questions, and we made awkward conversation about school. But then we came to the check point. You see, the city has many levels. Imagine a bubble with levels like a building. On the first level, there are the farms and forests. On the middle level is the city, and on the top is storage. There is also a very thin line of defence. It is mainly to keep people in, not out, and for surveillance, so usually it's no big deal for John to hack their system and give them a blind spot. But today, just as his hands went to his little make-shift cell phone to do just that, a strong current blew (do currents blow?) our way. The bell began to tip, and the chairs swung. He was thus occupied with righting the ship. And before we even started coming in for a landing, someone spotted us from below. Just our luck.
My name is Abby. My power is classic. I can fly. It's not much fun to fly in a tiny bubble under the sea, though. I love it up here on the surface, where the sky is an endless place for me to roam. I guess I got lucky with my power, and my weakness, too. The only downside of flying is extreme claustrophobia. I'm really grateful that this dungeon is roomy. About the size of a football field, far as I can tell. Sam won't let his light go farther than what we can reach, because he says we might not want to see what is back there.
Acting on the same principle of 'it could be something scary,' Shari didn't want to come with us. but I had gloves, (it was the dead of winter but there was no snow yet) so I put them on, so she couldn't touch me, and apologetically lifted her in the air. I think that was what convinced her that we weren't crazy. John could have just been smart, the flashes and confusion could have been her mind playing tricks, but her eyes were telling her she was rising off the ground. She didn't make a sound. Sam and John ran as fast as they could down to the dock to start the sub, but I took my time, because I was going as the crow flies.
Shari didn't ask any questions until I landed. Then they came out so fast we had no time to answer them all.
"So you're all super heroes? Are there any others? How did you get your powers? How did I do that... weird brain thing?"
We waited until she was done, then we told the whole story. How no one knows how powers come, how there are about 400 more of us, and how we thought that she had a power, too. A power to take powers. Again, she was quiet. Then she asked one more question. "Where is this sub?"
John slyly grinned and revealed a key chain from behind his back. He clicked a button that made a sound like a lock opening. A few bubbles rose from the surface, then one big soap bubble thing rose up from between two docks. It wasn't sphere shaped like most bubbles. It was more like an upside down bell. This made it passable to breath air while still having open water right below your feet. Many nylon strings were stuck to the membrane, holding chairs under them. One chair, the captain chair, was connected to a complex set of levers. They were woven together in a complex web that took up about a quarter of the 9 feet across space. Apparently he could control the entire ship just by tweaking those strings. No one but him in the whole world knew how he did it. I'm not even sure if he understood all of it.
The first problem we ran into was where Shari could sit. We quickly came to a solution, though. I would float up in the top of the bubble, and she would take my seat.
Things went fairly smoothly for the next three minutes. Shari asked a few more questions, and we made awkward conversation about school. But then we came to the check point. You see, the city has many levels. Imagine a bubble with levels like a building. On the first level, there are the farms and forests. On the middle level is the city, and on the top is storage. There is also a very thin line of defence. It is mainly to keep people in, not out, and for surveillance, so usually it's no big deal for John to hack their system and give them a blind spot. But today, just as his hands went to his little make-shift cell phone to do just that, a strong current blew (do currents blow?) our way. The bell began to tip, and the chairs swung. He was thus occupied with righting the ship. And before we even started coming in for a landing, someone spotted us from below. Just our luck.
What kind of poem?
There is no stanza, so this is no sonnet.
This isn't free verse, there are rhymes inside it.
I'm not sure what a ballad is but don't think I'm writing one,
'Ballad' sounds so serious and this poem seems so fun!
Wrong rhyme sequence for limerick, (What does that even mean?)
It's also not an epic, there's not a single scene.
No music, not lyrics, too long for haiku.
So what is this poem called? Well, that is up to you.
This isn't free verse, there are rhymes inside it.
I'm not sure what a ballad is but don't think I'm writing one,
'Ballad' sounds so serious and this poem seems so fun!
Wrong rhyme sequence for limerick, (What does that even mean?)
It's also not an epic, there's not a single scene.
No music, not lyrics, too long for haiku.
So what is this poem called? Well, that is up to you.
# 4, Shari speaking
It was scary to have so much knowledge in my head. I knew everything. I had every book of worth memorized, every mathematical equation solved.
It took good old self-preservation instinct theory to keep me from going insane. I knew
a. I would go insane if I kept thinking like this.
b. If I went insane I might be hurt by myself or others.
c. It would be better to avoid thinking like this.
So, by logic, I chose to avoid using my genius. But when those people from school knocked on my door, I should have freaked out. But instead, I calmly opened the door. I asked/commanded the boy I had gotten the 'gift' from
"Take it back. Please."
There was a moment of silence as the four friends stood shocked on my doorstep. Then Sam asked "You mean, you don't want it?"
"Do I want to over think everything until I get a head ache and interpret everything wrong? NO." I answered sarcastically.
"So how do we do it?" Leave it to Sam to ask the obvious.
But this time, no one knew.
"Well..." I started after a time "It got it the moment I touched you. So maybe if I touch you again..."
Two negatives equal a positive... (unless your adding or subtracting, sometimes. Integers. Algebra. Line graph functions...) "Oh. OW!"
I fell to my knees, gripping my head. It hurt so bad, like a thousand drums in my temple. (Drums. Sound waves. History of music.)
I heard, distantly, Johns protests. "But, what if you just take something more back? Like... like.."
"Take. It. Back." I said slowly and strongly. I reached out and wrapped my arms around Johns ankle. I still don't know if I touched him because I thought it would make the power go back, or if I was trying to get revenge and take more away.
Red flash this time.
Oh, sweet ignorance!
It took good old self-preservation instinct theory to keep me from going insane. I knew
a. I would go insane if I kept thinking like this.
b. If I went insane I might be hurt by myself or others.
c. It would be better to avoid thinking like this.
So, by logic, I chose to avoid using my genius. But when those people from school knocked on my door, I should have freaked out. But instead, I calmly opened the door. I asked/commanded the boy I had gotten the 'gift' from
"Take it back. Please."
There was a moment of silence as the four friends stood shocked on my doorstep. Then Sam asked "You mean, you don't want it?"
"Do I want to over think everything until I get a head ache and interpret everything wrong? NO." I answered sarcastically.
"So how do we do it?" Leave it to Sam to ask the obvious.
But this time, no one knew.
"Well..." I started after a time "It got it the moment I touched you. So maybe if I touch you again..."
Two negatives equal a positive... (unless your adding or subtracting, sometimes. Integers. Algebra. Line graph functions...) "Oh. OW!"
I fell to my knees, gripping my head. It hurt so bad, like a thousand drums in my temple. (Drums. Sound waves. History of music.)
I heard, distantly, Johns protests. "But, what if you just take something more back? Like... like.."
"Take. It. Back." I said slowly and strongly. I reached out and wrapped my arms around Johns ankle. I still don't know if I touched him because I thought it would make the power go back, or if I was trying to get revenge and take more away.
Red flash this time.
Oh, sweet ignorance!
"Yes!" Cried John. I didn't understand why he was so happy. But my brain was back to normal. And that was all I cared about. I pulled myself off of the ground. I looked them all in the eye and asked "What in the world is going on?" We had a brief 'discussion'. And by discussion I mean they all started talking at once. John whistled (that was when I could tell he was the leader of the band), and everyone stopped. He asked me if my parents were home. I said no, and they wouldn't be until noon tomorrow, (they were on a date) and my babysitter (yes, I still have to have one,) was already asleep. Sam checked his watch and proclaimed that there was still enough time to go to "Davy Jones locker!"
Abby looked surprised. She said "We're taking her to the Trench? Really?"
"Well, she obviously has a power." Reasoned Sam.
I didn't like being talked about as if I wasn't there, so I asked "What are you talking about?"
They all grinned and John said "Ever heard of a super hero?"
A parody for you old people
To the tune of 'Taking Care of Business'
There's a fire sale today
and no matter what they say
there's 'gonna be another one soon!
Blockbusters and Borders
didn't get too many orders
So they are going to ruin!
Saying
Going out of Business, Every day!
Going out of Business, every way!
Going out of Business, Bail us out!
going out of Business, Lets hear you scream and shout!
There's a fire sale today
and no matter what they say
there's 'gonna be another one soon!
Blockbusters and Borders
didn't get too many orders
So they are going to ruin!
Saying
Going out of Business, Every day!
Going out of Business, every way!
Going out of Business, Bail us out!
going out of Business, Lets hear you scream and shout!
Heroic Newbie 3, Sam speaking
Shari is sleeping. I'm bored. John has told me about the journal she's keeping. We're close like that, I guess. Even if he is a smart alec, and I am a hot head, we've been friends since we met when I was is third grade and he was in high school.
I creep over to Shari's pack, carefully taking out the little book. I think it's my turn to tell the story.
Besides, I'm bored.
My name is Sam. I can't tell you my last name or I would have to kill you. (I've always wanted to say that.)
I'm a Hero, just like everyone else in the group. My power is a bit more unique than theirs; I can control fire. I'm writing by the light of one of my floating fire balls. I can light and put out fires at will. I can blind people or, coolest of all, make myself catch on fire without feeling anything.
We all have weaknesses, like John said. Mine is that I can't be submerged in water. As long as I'm not covered, I'm okay, but if I were to, say, jump in a lake, I would die.
I didn't notice the exchange between Shari and John that one day because I was working on my test. My grades are nowhere near as good as Johns, so I had to pay closer attention whenever a quiz came up.
As usual, after school Abby met me at the dock. It looked run down, and it had a few holes in it. Perfect cover for a super get away vehicle.
By now you might be wondering why we ever leave the bottom of the ocean. The answer is (drum roll please...)
It gets boring down there.
Really, that's the only reason. There are only 500 people in the air bubble (what, John didn't tell you about the design of the town? That's weird, he could go on for hours about the natural vent and air purifier alone!)
and only 120 of those are kids. Only 47 of those are our age. We aren't allowed into most of the farms and forests in the sanctuary, but then again, we shouldn't be going on land, either.
As he said earlier, John was the one who piloted the sub. We couldn't go home without him. So of course, when he didn't show up until three hours after school, we were worried.
We were scared when he said he couldn't take us back.
When he explained why, we just about wet our pants. Never had any of us heard of someone actually losing their power.
It was Abby who suggested that Shari could give the power back. All the way to Shari's house, John muttered about how if it weren't for Shari, then HE would have thought of that. I think we would have come up with a better plan if John had just gotten over it. Then again, when it happened to me, I didn't get over it...
As it was, we were so confused that we did the only thing we could think of.
We knocked.
All this time, I had felt like my life was in fast forward. I was so weirded out, I wasn't thinking straight. John had lost his power. It had been taken. What were we doing? We were walking right into the lair of the beast. She had taken his power, why not ours?
What would I be without my fire?
Somehow, it didn't quite click that the monster that had stolen the smarts of my best friend was just a middle school student, that she had been sitting right there, five desks away from me.
If I had followed that thought further, I might have figured it out, determined that it had been an accident, maybe she didn't know about her power. She was just as scared as we were.
I think Shari might get angry if I write the next part. She was obviously exited when this happened. I set the small book back where she had left it. I dim the lights then start to drift off...
I creep over to Shari's pack, carefully taking out the little book. I think it's my turn to tell the story.
Besides, I'm bored.
My name is Sam. I can't tell you my last name or I would have to kill you. (I've always wanted to say that.)
I'm a Hero, just like everyone else in the group. My power is a bit more unique than theirs; I can control fire. I'm writing by the light of one of my floating fire balls. I can light and put out fires at will. I can blind people or, coolest of all, make myself catch on fire without feeling anything.
We all have weaknesses, like John said. Mine is that I can't be submerged in water. As long as I'm not covered, I'm okay, but if I were to, say, jump in a lake, I would die.
I didn't notice the exchange between Shari and John that one day because I was working on my test. My grades are nowhere near as good as Johns, so I had to pay closer attention whenever a quiz came up.
As usual, after school Abby met me at the dock. It looked run down, and it had a few holes in it. Perfect cover for a super get away vehicle.
By now you might be wondering why we ever leave the bottom of the ocean. The answer is (drum roll please...)
It gets boring down there.
Really, that's the only reason. There are only 500 people in the air bubble (what, John didn't tell you about the design of the town? That's weird, he could go on for hours about the natural vent and air purifier alone!)
and only 120 of those are kids. Only 47 of those are our age. We aren't allowed into most of the farms and forests in the sanctuary, but then again, we shouldn't be going on land, either.
As he said earlier, John was the one who piloted the sub. We couldn't go home without him. So of course, when he didn't show up until three hours after school, we were worried.
We were scared when he said he couldn't take us back.
When he explained why, we just about wet our pants. Never had any of us heard of someone actually losing their power.
It was Abby who suggested that Shari could give the power back. All the way to Shari's house, John muttered about how if it weren't for Shari, then HE would have thought of that. I think we would have come up with a better plan if John had just gotten over it. Then again, when it happened to me, I didn't get over it...
As it was, we were so confused that we did the only thing we could think of.
We knocked.
All this time, I had felt like my life was in fast forward. I was so weirded out, I wasn't thinking straight. John had lost his power. It had been taken. What were we doing? We were walking right into the lair of the beast. She had taken his power, why not ours?
What would I be without my fire?
Somehow, it didn't quite click that the monster that had stolen the smarts of my best friend was just a middle school student, that she had been sitting right there, five desks away from me.
If I had followed that thought further, I might have figured it out, determined that it had been an accident, maybe she didn't know about her power. She was just as scared as we were.
I think Shari might get angry if I write the next part. She was obviously exited when this happened. I set the small book back where she had left it. I dim the lights then start to drift off...
A LDS parody
(to the tune of 'Book of Mormon Stories')
Native American text book that my teacher gives to me,
Is also about the lamanites in ancient history.
We discus the land bridge and I know they came by sea.
Given this land, until we took it violently.
Native American text book that my teacher gives to me,
Is also about the lamanites in ancient history.
We discus the land bridge and I know they came by sea.
Given this land, until we took it violently.
Heroic Newbie 2, John speaking.
There are three things you should know about me.
1. I am a super genus. Literally. (more on that later)
2. I have to hide this fact during the school day. (I have no idea why I go to school in the first place.)
3. When I am not in school, I live in the bottom of the Mariana trench, witch is the deepest trench in the ocean, at 10.91 kilometres (6.78 mi) at its deepest. It is just south of Japan, and about 2,550 kilometres (1,580 mi) long. It is not, however, the deepest trench in the solar system; that position goes to the Valles Marineris on Mars. That trench is...
Sorry. I get off track sometimes.
We are safe there. No human can get to the bottom of the trench; the pressure is too high. Until the last super genius, Shasta King, we all lived apart from each other, hiding on our own. It was risky. Some were taken in and tested for drug use. Some were flagged by the media, and were shown the horror of the obsessed news crew. A few still choose to live alone, but it is a weakness to every power. Those who can fly can not go underground. Those who are super strong are extremely ugly. My weakness is that, as you might be able to tell, my thoughts are scrambled, even if they make sense to me.
My power isn't physical like most of the powers are. I am, like I said earlier, a super genius. I have a photographic memory, a phonographic memory, and I have the Internet connected to my head. (that didn't come with the power; It came from an invention of mine; basically, it converts the electronic impulses of the computer into the electronic impulses of the human brain. )
Just in case you're wondering, my forehead is not gigantic. It is just the same size as yours. As anyone who has studied the nervous system could tell you, it is the strength of the connections from brain cell to brain cell that matter; not actual brain size. If that were not the case, then whales would probably be the dominate species.
Right. Super heroes.
Like I said before, it's hereditary, but one family doesn't all have the same power. It seems fairly random, in that regard...
But I am way off track this time. I am here to tell you about the day Shari touched me.
I have wondered, sometimes, how other people think. I have considered building a new device to find out, but I have not. The main reason? Fear. I am afraid to lose my power, afraid to be normal. I think that is the major fear of all supers. But I found out the moment our skin met. My mind slowed drastically, subjects and thoughts didn't connect the way they usually did. My mind was, however, still fast enough to determine that it had happened because of Shari. I thought that maybe, if we met again, she would take something else. I didn't know what. But I feared her more than anything in that instant.
For the first time in my life, I was sure I had failed a test. Not only had I lost my ability to process information, I had lost all the facts I had learned before. I had no idea how I would get Sam, Abby and me back to our families at the bottom of the sea. It had always been up to me to pilot the sub back home. I had forgotten how to do that, too.
I could go on, but Shari would say it was to long. I hand the journal back to her, and she looks over my work, frowns, then goes back to her corner of the cell and writes again.
1. I am a super genus. Literally. (more on that later)
2. I have to hide this fact during the school day. (I have no idea why I go to school in the first place.)
3. When I am not in school, I live in the bottom of the Mariana trench, witch is the deepest trench in the ocean, at 10.91 kilometres (6.78 mi) at its deepest. It is just south of Japan, and about 2,550 kilometres (1,580 mi) long. It is not, however, the deepest trench in the solar system; that position goes to the Valles Marineris on Mars. That trench is...
Sorry. I get off track sometimes.
We are safe there. No human can get to the bottom of the trench; the pressure is too high. Until the last super genius, Shasta King, we all lived apart from each other, hiding on our own. It was risky. Some were taken in and tested for drug use. Some were flagged by the media, and were shown the horror of the obsessed news crew. A few still choose to live alone, but it is a weakness to every power. Those who can fly can not go underground. Those who are super strong are extremely ugly. My weakness is that, as you might be able to tell, my thoughts are scrambled, even if they make sense to me.
My power isn't physical like most of the powers are. I am, like I said earlier, a super genius. I have a photographic memory, a phonographic memory, and I have the Internet connected to my head. (that didn't come with the power; It came from an invention of mine; basically, it converts the electronic impulses of the computer into the electronic impulses of the human brain. )
Just in case you're wondering, my forehead is not gigantic. It is just the same size as yours. As anyone who has studied the nervous system could tell you, it is the strength of the connections from brain cell to brain cell that matter; not actual brain size. If that were not the case, then whales would probably be the dominate species.
Right. Super heroes.
Like I said before, it's hereditary, but one family doesn't all have the same power. It seems fairly random, in that regard...
But I am way off track this time. I am here to tell you about the day Shari touched me.
I have wondered, sometimes, how other people think. I have considered building a new device to find out, but I have not. The main reason? Fear. I am afraid to lose my power, afraid to be normal. I think that is the major fear of all supers. But I found out the moment our skin met. My mind slowed drastically, subjects and thoughts didn't connect the way they usually did. My mind was, however, still fast enough to determine that it had happened because of Shari. I thought that maybe, if we met again, she would take something else. I didn't know what. But I feared her more than anything in that instant.
For the first time in my life, I was sure I had failed a test. Not only had I lost my ability to process information, I had lost all the facts I had learned before. I had no idea how I would get Sam, Abby and me back to our families at the bottom of the sea. It had always been up to me to pilot the sub back home. I had forgotten how to do that, too.
I could go on, but Shari would say it was to long. I hand the journal back to her, and she looks over my work, frowns, then goes back to her corner of the cell and writes again.
Left brained
*please note; this song is not about me. I am both left and right brained.
the story that my teacher tells
sends off a thousand warning bells.
I'm not good at stuff like history,
the reason why is no mystery;
call me dumb, call me insane
Its just that I'm left brained!
For I wrote this song just yesterday.
I'll stink at math, no matter what you say.
But in art and band I do excel,
if you've seen me dance you know I'm swell.
call me dumb, call me insane,
But I'm proud to be left brained
I think Mozart failed geometry.
Hamlet didn't use math, far as I can see.
I will be like them when I am grown,
I'll build a legacy of my own.
Call me dumb and call me insane,
But its great to be left brained!
They say you won't amount to much
if you can't do math and science and such.
But just you wait, wait and see.
There will be bright lights shining for me
Call me dumb and call me insane;
I'm proclaiming that I'm left brained!
if you've seen me dance you know I'm swell.
call me dumb, call me insane,
But I'm proud to be left brained
I think Mozart failed geometry.
Hamlet didn't use math, far as I can see.
I will be like them when I am grown,
I'll build a legacy of my own.
Call me dumb and call me insane,
But its great to be left brained!
They say you won't amount to much
if you can't do math and science and such.
But just you wait, wait and see.
There will be bright lights shining for me
Call me dumb and call me insane;
I'm proclaiming that I'm left brained!
Pet Potato, 2
I've seen lots of potatoes, When they are all grown,
and so, of course, I went to plant a potato of my own.
I researched 'bout potatoes, and this is what I learnt;
you chop of a small piece, and put it in some dirt.
then I put it in my window, so it could get some light,
I gave it water and some love, I tried to do it right.
It started to grow quickly, much faster than I thought,
And soon it might outgrow the little plastic pot.
And now there are no critics, 'its pretty,' they all say,
all because someone cared on the potato's fateful day.
and so, of course, I went to plant a potato of my own.
I researched 'bout potatoes, and this is what I learnt;
you chop of a small piece, and put it in some dirt.
then I put it in my window, so it could get some light,
I gave it water and some love, I tried to do it right.
It started to grow quickly, much faster than I thought,
And soon it might outgrow the little plastic pot.
And now there are no critics, 'its pretty,' they all say,
all because someone cared on the potato's fateful day.
Speed of light broken?
DID YOU HEAR ABOUT THE NEWEST BREAKTHROUGH???
I just read in the paper that they may have broke the speed of light! If it wasn't just a mistake, then Einstein might be wrong!!!
What they did, is they fired neutrons from a particle accelerator outside Geneva, Switzerland, to a cavern underneath Gran Sasso in Italy, 454 miles away. It traveled about 60 nanoseconds than light.
THIS MEANS THAT TIME TRAVEL MIGHT BE POSSIBLE!!!!
but I'm not getting my hopes up.
oh my gosh; TIME TRAVEL!!!!
( : ( : ( :
I just read in the paper that they may have broke the speed of light! If it wasn't just a mistake, then Einstein might be wrong!!!
What they did, is they fired neutrons from a particle accelerator outside Geneva, Switzerland, to a cavern underneath Gran Sasso in Italy, 454 miles away. It traveled about 60 nanoseconds than light.
THIS MEANS THAT TIME TRAVEL MIGHT BE POSSIBLE!!!!
but I'm not getting my hopes up.
oh my gosh; TIME TRAVEL!!!!
( : ( : ( :
Heroic Newbie 1, Shari speaking
okay. here goes...
I am in a dark dungeon. I am eating a rat. A mad scientist is about to take over the world, and I am, for once, powerless to stop it.
I am in a dark dungeon. I am eating a rat. A mad scientist is about to take over the world, and I am, for once, powerless to stop it.
Joker boy, Sam is desperately trying to laser eye his way out of the chains. Softie Abby is praying (in mid air, at that). Her brother, baby Matthew is crying his little heart out. (Well, big heart. He was ten feet tall at the moment).Team leader, John, is quietly muttering plans. (most of them involved out smarting three supercomputers, which, believe it or not, he could do). And I, Shari the newbie, figure, what the heck, we're be down here for a good decade, so I may as well write about how we got here.
But if I'm going to tell this right, I should back up.
I looked in the mirror. I guess I'm a normal looking girl. Green eyes, Long, strait brow hair, a little on the chubby side, but not to bad and-
okay, we all know I can do better. I mean, I came in with this great piece about being trapped in a dungeon, then suddenly, I launch into a boring bit about how I look. Any reader would be thinking 'who cares what she looks like? I want to know how she got in that dungeon!' well, I'll just have to start over.
I was falling. I knew it wasn't real, but it still chilled me to the bone. I fell. And then I flew. I wasn't flying on my own power. I knew that. The power felt stolen, somehow. I rose up. I felt so powerful. So great. But the world hatted me.
And then I woke up.
Okay, really? I must have lost my touch. A dream sequence? Right in the beginning? Everyone does dream sequences. Its just cliche. Besides, I haven't had that dream since I was six. It might not even mean any thing. Admit it, self. You have no idea where to start.
Wait.. No idea. No idea! that's it! the test! Eureka!
Geography
Question 1. what is the capital of Egypt?
Question 2. name three countries in the UK.
Question 3. describe how the compass rose is useful.
biology
question 1. name five types of cells in the human body.
Question 2. describe the path of blood through the body.
Question 3. How dose energy travel through a ecosystem?
The first two were easy. But as the test progressed into Math, History, and astrology, I knew less and less. By the last section, physics, I didn't know the answers to any of the questions. I knew I had to answer at least 80%, but I doubted I could get even 50%. I decided to do what I aways did when faced with a challenge. I asked permission to get a drink of water. The teacher said I may, so I walked down the hall. On my entire journey of 100 feet, I didn't get a single idea. I opened the door. Robberts foot came out to trip me. I don't like Robbert, but I must admit, for once, his pranks had a benefit. As I fell, Johns hand reached out to catch me. I had almost never noticed John before. He stayed quiet, with his nose in a book most of the time. But as soon as he touched me, I felt different.
Oh boy. I just made it sound like I love him, didn't I. THIS IS NOT A LOVE NOVEL!!! I better rewrite that last part.
...with his nose in a book most of the time. For an instant, is saw a blue flash.
Immediately, the hand jerked back, as if I had shocked him. when my vision cleared, I saw him sitting on the floor. But it looked like the ceiling. Thoughts of gravity, from Newtens laws to Einsteins time-space. That led my mind to Einsteins many writings.Writings made me think of 'Midsummer night dream' Images of words flashed before my eyes. I realised I was reading the entire works of Shakespeare. Plot, characters, setting. Finally, my mind was telling me something I understood. I am a writer. I told myself.
that is why I am the one writing this.
My thoughts cleared a little. I was shocked with all the thoughts that had ran through my head, just from looking at John up-side down. I wondered how long I had been thinking. Immediately the answer came. That process had taken 3.45 seconds. I finally remembered to look at the boy on the floor. His eyes were wide. He didn't say a word. John looked depressed beyond words. I reached out to comfort him, then I drew back. He had amassing fear on his face, mingling with the depression. I saw that he feared me. So I went back to the test.
I aced it, of course.
you might be thinking at this point 'what was that all about?' I guess I can't tell the whole story. I scoot over to John, who has stopped muttering plans. He seemed to have completely given up. I hope that this story will give him something to do. When I have gotten as close to him as the chains will allow, I call over to him. His head snaps up. I read him what I've got so far. I don't bother to tell him to write. He has already figured it out. John calls to Sam to brighten the light, then starts to tell his side of the story.
okay, we all know I can do better. I mean, I came in with this great piece about being trapped in a dungeon, then suddenly, I launch into a boring bit about how I look. Any reader would be thinking 'who cares what she looks like? I want to know how she got in that dungeon!' well, I'll just have to start over.
I was falling. I knew it wasn't real, but it still chilled me to the bone. I fell. And then I flew. I wasn't flying on my own power. I knew that. The power felt stolen, somehow. I rose up. I felt so powerful. So great. But the world hatted me.
And then I woke up.
Okay, really? I must have lost my touch. A dream sequence? Right in the beginning? Everyone does dream sequences. Its just cliche. Besides, I haven't had that dream since I was six. It might not even mean any thing. Admit it, self. You have no idea where to start.
Wait.. No idea. No idea! that's it! the test! Eureka!
Geography
Question 1. what is the capital of Egypt?
Question 2. name three countries in the UK.
Question 3. describe how the compass rose is useful.
biology
question 1. name five types of cells in the human body.
Question 2. describe the path of blood through the body.
Question 3. How dose energy travel through a ecosystem?
The first two were easy. But as the test progressed into Math, History, and astrology, I knew less and less. By the last section, physics, I didn't know the answers to any of the questions. I knew I had to answer at least 80%, but I doubted I could get even 50%. I decided to do what I aways did when faced with a challenge. I asked permission to get a drink of water. The teacher said I may, so I walked down the hall. On my entire journey of 100 feet, I didn't get a single idea. I opened the door. Robberts foot came out to trip me. I don't like Robbert, but I must admit, for once, his pranks had a benefit. As I fell, Johns hand reached out to catch me. I had almost never noticed John before. He stayed quiet, with his nose in a book most of the time. But as soon as he touched me, I felt different.
Oh boy. I just made it sound like I love him, didn't I. THIS IS NOT A LOVE NOVEL!!! I better rewrite that last part.
...with his nose in a book most of the time. For an instant, is saw a blue flash.
that is why I am the one writing this.
My thoughts cleared a little. I was shocked with all the thoughts that had ran through my head, just from looking at John up-side down. I wondered how long I had been thinking. Immediately the answer came. That process had taken 3.45 seconds. I finally remembered to look at the boy on the floor. His eyes were wide. He didn't say a word. John looked depressed beyond words. I reached out to comfort him, then I drew back. He had amassing fear on his face, mingling with the depression. I saw that he feared me. So I went back to the test.
I aced it, of course.
you might be thinking at this point 'what was that all about?' I guess I can't tell the whole story. I scoot over to John, who has stopped muttering plans. He seemed to have completely given up. I hope that this story will give him something to do. When I have gotten as close to him as the chains will allow, I call over to him. His head snaps up. I read him what I've got so far. I don't bother to tell him to write. He has already figured it out. John calls to Sam to brighten the light, then starts to tell his side of the story.
trails
When things go wrong, most people think its bad,
they think that Fate is angry, or that God is mad.
but that is not the case, as a precious few knows,
You have to deal with thorns if you want to get the rose.
'cuse when life gives you lemons you gotta make some lemonade.
your here do do Gods work, so do not be delayed
for every challenge that life throws you is a gift from God above,
a chance to learn and grow, and to prove to God your love.
they think that Fate is angry, or that God is mad.
but that is not the case, as a precious few knows,
You have to deal with thorns if you want to get the rose.
'cuse when life gives you lemons you gotta make some lemonade.
your here do do Gods work, so do not be delayed
for every challenge that life throws you is a gift from God above,
a chance to learn and grow, and to prove to God your love.
Editing under way.
I just read a book on how to write well, and I've decided that The Heroic Newbie is off track. I'm not starting a new story, but I am rewriting the story I have now. Just a heads-up.
I NEED MORE COMMENTS!!!!
I LOVE FEED BACK SO I KNOW WHAT YOU PEOPLE LIKE!! I AM SO COOL!
Yes, I'm back. My demands for more followers were met, and, like dogs, I will train them to follow my every command. I'll start small, with blog related things, but soon my commands will be related to DESTROYING the EARTH!
Wow... I have got to remember to turn of the microphone....
The Heroic Newbie, 2
John (age thirteen) was impatient. He was almost always impatient. Sam (age eleven) may have been his best friend, but today he was getting on his nerves. Setting out a burning building by pure will was one thing, but almost reviling their location with fire works was just plain annoying.
Thank goodness for Abby. If it weren't for her, the two might have killed each other already. And now that she was gone, he was almost considering it.
John turned to the heat-sensing monitor he had built again. He was shown as a small orange dot, Sam almost blocked him out with his red light, and the Orb was the same as always. But Abby and Matthew were nowhere to be seen. Then without warning, there was a small dot and a bigger dot right above the tunnel. He was confused, but only for a moment. As soon as he turned to the periscope he saw his friends and partners in stopping crime, Abby (age twelve) and Matthew (not yet one). they were holding his teleportation remote, so that explained why they had just appeared on the radar. But what had kept them so long?
Sam asked "Are they here yet?" then added "Did they bring the pizza?"
John nodded. He knocked twice on the door. Abby replied with the Mario beat. He let her in. Abby floated in. "Did you bring the pizza?" Repeated Sam.
Abby rolled her eyes. "No. I was a little busy running from The Dark."
Every ones eyes widened. "The Dark? What happened? It never comes out durning the day." said John.
"Well, it came out today." Stated Abby. "We were just flying home, when Matt began to shrink. He was already normal sized, so I knew something was very wrong. Then, It appeared. It was flying. Eye-to-mist with me. Thank the Powers I was just above your house, John. I managed to get in your window and grab your remote. It defaulted here."
The kids had been running into the Dark for almost a year now. They knew nothing about it, exept for what had happened to Alex...
"So, whats the meeting for?" Abby quickly changed the subject. John was more than happy to play along.
"Approximately ten hours ago, the heat and stability of the Orb fluctuated greatly."
"Someone touched it." translated Sam.
"Oh, who?" Asked Abby eagerly. "I hope its a girl."
"We don't know who it is. That's why brainic here called the meeting." Explained Sam.
For a moment, everyone fell silent. They were all remembering when they had touched the Orb. How confused, scared, or exited they were.
Matthew was worried by the quiet and began to grow. Three feet. Six feet. Ten feet. Abby flew up to be eye level with her 'little' brother. "Its okay, I got you. Calm down."
Obediently, he shrank back to normal-baby size.
Absent mindedly, Sam flipped through the Power Book. He saw Mary, the weather Controller, and Robert, the Super speeder. He turned to Villans. There was hypnosis. The red bookmark that meant he was next on the List was there. Sam smiled. 'you're going down.' he thought. then he added, in the back of his mind, 'if we can find you...'
The kids had not found hypnosis for the simple reason that no one had ever found him. At least, no one with their memory still intact.
Curently, the evil master mind was drinking coffee. His Zombie-like slaves were waiting at a respectful distance. As he drank his coffee, He watched the screen that showed the children heroes. He leaned forward to hear better. They were discussing his Mist.
He leaned back, and smiled. He had brought nations to their knees. He could bring down four children with his eyes closed.
He laughed in a way that would have been funny if it wasn't so scary.
Thank goodness for Abby. If it weren't for her, the two might have killed each other already. And now that she was gone, he was almost considering it.
John turned to the heat-sensing monitor he had built again. He was shown as a small orange dot, Sam almost blocked him out with his red light, and the Orb was the same as always. But Abby and Matthew were nowhere to be seen. Then without warning, there was a small dot and a bigger dot right above the tunnel. He was confused, but only for a moment. As soon as he turned to the periscope he saw his friends and partners in stopping crime, Abby (age twelve) and Matthew (not yet one). they were holding his teleportation remote, so that explained why they had just appeared on the radar. But what had kept them so long?
Sam asked "Are they here yet?" then added "Did they bring the pizza?"
John nodded. He knocked twice on the door. Abby replied with the Mario beat. He let her in. Abby floated in. "Did you bring the pizza?" Repeated Sam.
Abby rolled her eyes. "No. I was a little busy running from The Dark."
Every ones eyes widened. "The Dark? What happened? It never comes out durning the day." said John.
"Well, it came out today." Stated Abby. "We were just flying home, when Matt began to shrink. He was already normal sized, so I knew something was very wrong. Then, It appeared. It was flying. Eye-to-mist with me. Thank the Powers I was just above your house, John. I managed to get in your window and grab your remote. It defaulted here."
The kids had been running into the Dark for almost a year now. They knew nothing about it, exept for what had happened to Alex...
"So, whats the meeting for?" Abby quickly changed the subject. John was more than happy to play along.
"Approximately ten hours ago, the heat and stability of the Orb fluctuated greatly."
"Someone touched it." translated Sam.
"Oh, who?" Asked Abby eagerly. "I hope its a girl."
"We don't know who it is. That's why brainic here called the meeting." Explained Sam.
For a moment, everyone fell silent. They were all remembering when they had touched the Orb. How confused, scared, or exited they were.
Matthew was worried by the quiet and began to grow. Three feet. Six feet. Ten feet. Abby flew up to be eye level with her 'little' brother. "Its okay, I got you. Calm down."
Obediently, he shrank back to normal-baby size.
Absent mindedly, Sam flipped through the Power Book. He saw Mary, the weather Controller, and Robert, the Super speeder. He turned to Villans. There was hypnosis. The red bookmark that meant he was next on the List was there. Sam smiled. 'you're going down.' he thought. then he added, in the back of his mind, 'if we can find you...'
The kids had not found hypnosis for the simple reason that no one had ever found him. At least, no one with their memory still intact.
Curently, the evil master mind was drinking coffee. His Zombie-like slaves were waiting at a respectful distance. As he drank his coffee, He watched the screen that showed the children heroes. He leaned forward to hear better. They were discussing his Mist.
He leaned back, and smiled. He had brought nations to their knees. He could bring down four children with his eyes closed.
He laughed in a way that would have been funny if it wasn't so scary.
Nerd love
This is no Romeo and Juliet, Its just the tale of how two nerds met.
It all went down in history class, we said the other kids would never pass.
And by math it was clear to see, that you really had a thing for me.
When I see you, my ventricle pumps harder,
We both said that the other was smarter.
Natural selection made you great,
you're hotter than lava, you're cooler than slate.
String theory v.s. particles was our first fight,
you have no idea how much I cried that night.
but our differences was 1 Planck measure,
and so, of course, we got back together.
On the wonders of the Universe, I've got to say,
You are the best in every way.
You are the best in every way.
Voting time!
I am in a fix. I love all the stories I have started so far, but I have to choose just one to continue. So I am asking you to take the poll on the right.
feeling small
the ant felt small on the toe of the girl,
the girl felt small in the shadow of the tree,
the tree felt small on the side of the mountain.
The mountain felt small on the surface of the earth.
The earth felt small in the light of the sun, and
the sun felt small under the gaze of God.
the girl felt small in the shadow of the tree,
the tree felt small on the side of the mountain.
The mountain felt small on the surface of the earth.
The earth felt small in the light of the sun, and
the sun felt small under the gaze of God.
I'm trying something new..,
Okay. Here is the dealy-o. I want to ask my viewers. (all five of them.) What do you think I should do? You can tell me that;
a) You loved one of my former stories, either My Power is Decay or My After life, and want me to continue it.
b) You have an idea for my newest story, The Heroic Newbie.
c) You are starting to think that I need a new approach to this writing thing...
PLEASE respond
a) You loved one of my former stories, either My Power is Decay or My After life, and want me to continue it.
b) You have an idea for my newest story, The Heroic Newbie.
c) You are starting to think that I need a new approach to this writing thing...
PLEASE respond
Ghaaaaaaa! none of my stories are working!
I am so sorry, but my newest story, My power is decay, is already running low on idea juice. So I started another new story, and this time I've written a story map. I hope it goes better this time.
The Heroic Newbie
I was in a dark dungeon. I was eating a rat. A mad scientist was about to take over the world, and I was, for once, powerless to stop it.
Joker boy, Sam was desperately trying to laser eye his way out of the chains. Softie Abby was praying (in mid air, at that). Her brother, baby Matthew was crying his little heart out. (Well, big heart. He was ten feet tall at the moment).Team leader, John, was quietly muttering plans. (most of them involved out smarting three supercomputers, which, believe it or not, he could do). And I, Alice the newbie, figured, what the heck, we're be down here for a good decade, so I may as well write about how we got here.
But if I'm going to tell this right, I should back up.
My brother James got a toy air plane for his birthday. I was watching him fly it. As it flew through the air it almost looked like a real plane; a tiny speck zooming past the county side at incredible speeds, yet looking like it was barely moving. I was shaken from my dreamy thoughts when little James came running, tears welling up in his eyes. “AAalice! M-my p-p-plane crAAAshed!” He wailed. “You have t' get it.”
“James. I have no idea where it landed. It could be anywhere. It's lost.”
"You have to get it." He repeated, with puppy-dog-eyes.
And that's how I ended up in the woods, with thorns in places thorns shouldn't be.
About ten minutes into my unwanted trek, I saw a bluish light off in the distance. I wanted to see what it was, and I started to walk towards it. I shouldn't go to it, it might be a trap. Or a persons flashlight. A bad persons flashlight. And-
I came out into a small natural clearing. The bright light of the sky blinded me after so much of looking down under a roof of thick trees. I stumbled forward; with no undergrowth here, I overestimated how hard I had to step. I didn't see the hole until I fell in it. It was a big hole, and a scary fall. I must have screamed. After a quick check to make sure nothing was broken, I looked around. Thankfully, there was a ladder leaning against the wall, leading up. But before I started to clime up, I turned in a full circle and saw the source of the blue glow.
It was a perfect sphere. It glowed so bright I had to shield my eyes to look at it. Symbols strange and familiar circled slowly inside it. From mathematical to warning to magical signs... They were hypnotic. They made me want to stare at them forever. In a trance I reached for it slowly. I barely touched it with my fingertips when-
"You found it!" My brother ran to me and snatched the plane from my hands. He hugged me tight.
"Your welcome, but you owe me one." I answered with a smirk. And he DID owe me. Finding that plane in the swamp no less then fifteen minutes in, I had had to wade through muck, clime a tree, and do it all over again when I fell down the first five times. I didn't want to tell James that though. It would make him feel guilty. I tussled his hair and we both happily walked back inside.
About ten minutes into my unwanted trek, I saw a bluish light off in the distance. I wanted to see what it was, and I started to walk towards it. I shouldn't go to it, it might be a trap. Or a persons flashlight. A bad persons flashlight. And-
I came out into a small natural clearing. The bright light of the sky blinded me after so much of looking down under a roof of thick trees. I stumbled forward; with no undergrowth here, I overestimated how hard I had to step. I didn't see the hole until I fell in it. It was a big hole, and a scary fall. I must have screamed. After a quick check to make sure nothing was broken, I looked around. Thankfully, there was a ladder leaning against the wall, leading up. But before I started to clime up, I turned in a full circle and saw the source of the blue glow.
It was a perfect sphere. It glowed so bright I had to shield my eyes to look at it. Symbols strange and familiar circled slowly inside it. From mathematical to warning to magical signs... They were hypnotic. They made me want to stare at them forever. In a trance I reached for it slowly. I barely touched it with my fingertips when-
"You found it!" My brother ran to me and snatched the plane from my hands. He hugged me tight.
"Your welcome, but you owe me one." I answered with a smirk. And he DID owe me. Finding that plane in the swamp no less then fifteen minutes in, I had had to wade through muck, clime a tree, and do it all over again when I fell down the first five times. I didn't want to tell James that though. It would make him feel guilty. I tussled his hair and we both happily walked back inside.
Mountain poems
FLOWERS
They seem so delicate, a single step will kill them.
But they rest under months of snow when strong trees bend.
WINTER MOUSE
Under my warm snow I watch the trees burn holes and the ice as the water cycles underground and I tunnel up to the surface to run.
They seem so delicate, a single step will kill them.
But they rest under months of snow when strong trees bend.
WINTER MOUSE
Under my warm snow I watch the trees burn holes and the ice as the water cycles underground and I tunnel up to the surface to run.
Mixed messages
We all know the stories on the women's rights movement. We have seen the poster below. We have heard of the women working during world war two. The women of the world have worked hard for everything we've got.
But I don't think most of the girls of the world appreciate this fact. With their short skirts, barbies, and makeup, they seem to expect to spend their lives doing nothing but looking pretty.
This can start as early as kindergarten. The girls claim that they will be a princess or a ballerina when they grow up. By third grade many are wearing play makeup and falling head over heels for male celebrities (don't even get me started on Justin Bieber. Ugh. )
When middle school comes around, almost everyone is doing everything they can to look like a movie star.
Speaking of movie stars, when did 'role models' for girls get so... girly? The princess are getting better, I must admit; Tiana ended up running her own business, for instance. But from Hannah Montana to Sharpay Evans to Star Magazine, there are still many overly-feminine influences.
What is your opinion on the matter?
This can start as early as kindergarten. The girls claim that they will be a princess or a ballerina when they grow up. By third grade many are wearing play makeup and falling head over heels for male celebrities (don't even get me started on Justin Bieber. Ugh. )
When middle school comes around, almost everyone is doing everything they can to look like a movie star.
Speaking of movie stars, when did 'role models' for girls get so... girly? The princess are getting better, I must admit; Tiana ended up running her own business, for instance. But from Hannah Montana to Sharpay Evans to Star Magazine, there are still many overly-feminine influences.
What is your opinion on the matter?
Pet Potato
Just puts out lots of roots, sitting in a pot.
I think it is pretty, most others; they are mean.
The hate the winkled brown, and ignore the green.
I found it in the bag one day, with a little growing eye.
My mother said it wouldn't live, but clearly that's a lie.
I put it on my dresser, with other oddities.
Fossils, wood, fun rocks, and a few dead bees.
For now it sits there growing, it's bigger every day.
I think it is beautiful, no matter what you say.
a humble mirror's thoughts on it's growing owner
The young girl looked into me and liked what she saw.
She made funny faces and talked to her reflection.
She danced around the room with a brush as a microphone.
But this new girl looks at her image and tries to change it.
She fluffs her hair and paints her face and still frowns.
She never smiles. Never dances. Never sings.
I miss that little girl.
She made funny faces and talked to her reflection.
She danced around the room with a brush as a microphone.
But this new girl looks at her image and tries to change it.
She fluffs her hair and paints her face and still frowns.
She never smiles. Never dances. Never sings.
I miss that little girl.
I NEED MORE FOLLOWERS!!
PLEASE BE A FOLLOWER OF ME!!! BRI-ONIC MAN IS NOT ENOUGH!!! I AM SO AWESOME!!!
Mwhahahaha! I will force these week willed humans to follow me with the pure force of caps lock and the exclamation mark. Then, when I have an army of blog readers, I will conquer the earth and destroy all humanity! I am such a smart alien.
Wait... did I just post that? Oops.
Mwhahahaha! I will force these week willed humans to follow me with the pure force of caps lock and the exclamation mark. Then, when I have an army of blog readers, I will conquer the earth and destroy all humanity! I am such a smart alien.
Wait... did I just post that? Oops.
My power is decay
Long story short, when I started to look the part of the bad guy, rumors flew that I was a threat to our town. It wasn't long before I was exiled for a nonexistent crime. Everyone believed the judge; after all, his power was seeing the past, so he 'saw' me 'do' it. I was led out of town by super strength guards, so there was no way I could escape. After I was left alone, I traveled from town to town, being shut out every time, often just for the news of me coming form other towns. In time I learned to cover myself with a cape, and this is now how I do all my business. I finally settled in a cave on the side of a mountain rumored to house evil spirits. I am yet to encounter any such thing, but rats, spiders, bats and other vermin live here in abundance. I think of the rats as family, as they always get a share of my food and in return, I have trained them to find spare coins on the street and bring them to me. This is my main source of income. On occasion, I do an odd job at a haunted house, or something. I live in isolation. My main contact with other people is when I go to town to buy a few luxuries. Everything I have is, technically, a luxury, as I need nothing to live. I can, however, be hungry, and I buy a lot of food. Books are also always on my list, as I get bored easily. But, of course, not much of that description fits me these days; if it did, this would be an extremely boring story. My life changed on some day in fall. That is as specific as I can get, as I never got around to buying a calendar.
On that unspecified date, for the first time since I moved in, a human form filled the cave entrance. I looked up from my book, startled.
"Hello? Are you in there?" He called.
"Um... No?" I was to surprised to come up with a good answer.
Without another word, he walked in. I covered myself with a cape, because if he saw me, who knows what could happen!
"Who... Who are you?" I tried to sound brave, but fear crept into my voice.
"You don't sound evil." He commented. "My name is James. But as far as hero work goes, I'm snapshot."
"Why are you here? How did you find me?"
"I Prize myself on my detective work. I was looking through a few court cases for a school project, and I found yours. It seemed strange; there were no witnesses, no jury. Nothing but the judge claiming you were guilty. Using a map of our island, I traced your path, discovering it by asking people in towns I thought you may have visited. Then the trail went cold. I knew, obviously, that you hadn't just died, so I searched around the towns near where you had disappeared. I heard of this cave, and thought it would be a perfect place for a person like you to hide. And so here I am."
I only had one question. "Why are you called snapshot?"
"Oh! You see, my mind works like a camera. Everything I see, I can reproduce in the form of a video or picture. It makes me perfect for a detective. I hoped... I mean I thought... I could see you. And record your story. And show it to everyone else."
Something accorded to me. "Just how old are you?"
a pause, then quietly "Only 13."
"Do your parents know your here?"
"Not unless they are watching from heaven." He replied matter-of-factly.
He was an orphan! I considered his proposal. "You can see me. But I'll tell you my story over two days. I don't want to overwhelm you."
"Okay."
And I reviled myself.
On that unspecified date, for the first time since I moved in, a human form filled the cave entrance. I looked up from my book, startled.
"Hello? Are you in there?" He called.
"Um... No?" I was to surprised to come up with a good answer.
Without another word, he walked in. I covered myself with a cape, because if he saw me, who knows what could happen!
"Who... Who are you?" I tried to sound brave, but fear crept into my voice.
"You don't sound evil." He commented. "My name is James. But as far as hero work goes, I'm snapshot."
"Why are you here? How did you find me?"
"I Prize myself on my detective work. I was looking through a few court cases for a school project, and I found yours. It seemed strange; there were no witnesses, no jury. Nothing but the judge claiming you were guilty. Using a map of our island, I traced your path, discovering it by asking people in towns I thought you may have visited. Then the trail went cold. I knew, obviously, that you hadn't just died, so I searched around the towns near where you had disappeared. I heard of this cave, and thought it would be a perfect place for a person like you to hide. And so here I am."
I only had one question. "Why are you called snapshot?"
"Oh! You see, my mind works like a camera. Everything I see, I can reproduce in the form of a video or picture. It makes me perfect for a detective. I hoped... I mean I thought... I could see you. And record your story. And show it to everyone else."
Something accorded to me. "Just how old are you?"
a pause, then quietly "Only 13."
"Do your parents know your here?"
"Not unless they are watching from heaven." He replied matter-of-factly.
He was an orphan! I considered his proposal. "You can see me. But I'll tell you my story over two days. I don't want to overwhelm you."
"Okay."
And I reviled myself.
Things I like
The safety of a small space.
The mystery of darkness.
the freedom of swimming.
the patience of spiders.
the tickle of rain.
The strength of fire.
the uniqueness of me.
I'm triying nonfiction now...
God Bless America?
'One nation, under God.' 'In God we trust.' 'God shed his grace on thee.' How often have we heard these lines and ones like them?
Here in America, one of the many things we pride our selves on is freedom of religion. This is mentioned in the first amendment; Congress shall make no law respecting the establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof.
Okay, so basically, if you want to practice religion, go ahead. Great. But what if you don't want to practice religion? Do atheists get a say?
To this, most people say something like 'we need to keep God in our lives, or he won't bless America!" this brings up lots of questions. The main one that pops to my head is this; Would God bless America just because we use His name a lot? Or will he bless us because of the rights we protect, the wars we fight, the people we accept, and the lives we live? To say that God doesn't bless America for those reasons is to say that He cares more about meaningless words than meaningful actions.
Some other people think that they need to say those things to practice their religion. However, dose saying a phrase, more often than not one that you don't understand, really help you get closer to God? Probably not.
I'm not against religion, but I am against religious people shoving their beliefs down the throats of everyone else.
PLEASE comment on this one. I'm hoping to start a debate.
Okay, so basically, if you want to practice religion, go ahead. Great. But what if you don't want to practice religion? Do atheists get a say?
To this, most people say something like 'we need to keep God in our lives, or he won't bless America!" this brings up lots of questions. The main one that pops to my head is this; Would God bless America just because we use His name a lot? Or will he bless us because of the rights we protect, the wars we fight, the people we accept, and the lives we live? To say that God doesn't bless America for those reasons is to say that He cares more about meaningless words than meaningful actions.
Some other people think that they need to say those things to practice their religion. However, dose saying a phrase, more often than not one that you don't understand, really help you get closer to God? Probably not.
I'm not against religion, but I am against religious people shoving their beliefs down the throats of everyone else.
PLEASE comment on this one. I'm hoping to start a debate.
I know God lives
I know God lives for nature is his witness
the maker of the universe can't have been chance.
He is the power of the heavens and the perfection of the earth,
For all things testify of Christ.
I know God lives for our words are his witness
the stories of the scriptures are to good to not be true.
He is the feeling in our teachings and the joy and our songs.
For all things testify of Christ.
I know God lives for the spirit is his witness
the felling that it gives me could not be made by man.
He is the wisdom of its promptings and the truth in its love.
For all things testify of Christ.
Now know God lives for We are His witness,
A thousand saints standing for the truth in latter days.
You are children of your Father, believe on his word,
For all things testify of Christ.
the maker of the universe can't have been chance.
He is the power of the heavens and the perfection of the earth,
For all things testify of Christ.
I know God lives for our words are his witness
the stories of the scriptures are to good to not be true.
He is the feeling in our teachings and the joy and our songs.
For all things testify of Christ.
I know God lives for the spirit is his witness
the felling that it gives me could not be made by man.
He is the wisdom of its promptings and the truth in its love.
For all things testify of Christ.
Now know God lives for We are His witness,
A thousand saints standing for the truth in latter days.
You are children of your Father, believe on his word,
For all things testify of Christ.
Our Cat
Mostly black, bits of white,
runs all day, awake all night.
Oh so cute, claws so cruel,
flies and dust follow her rule.
Indoor cat, wild at heat,
but don't forget her gental part.
Snuggles up inside my bed,
rubes my leg across her head.
Flops on the floor like a wet rag,
must sit in each box and bag.
Mostly black, bits of white,
runs all day, awake all night.
My power is decay
You've all read books where the hero of the story is immortal. Tuck Everlasting is the most famous. Even more common are super hero stories; Super Man, Powerless, Ordinary Boy, the list goes on and on. Have you ever seen a movie where the villain is a zombie or otherwise undead creature? (Star Wars comes to mind). Well, My story is a mash-up of all these themes. I was a hero, I am zombie, and soon, I may be a villain. As I write this, my eyes are nothing but sockets, and I have placed glowing coals in their place to give the effect of anger. Flab’s of flesh hang off my arms and face; I have left them there to scare away my former friends grandchildren. Maggots wiggled all over every surface of my body, if you could still call it a body. The greatest power of them all has given me the live of a monster. But how did it come to this? I guess the best place to start is the beginning. But it is hard to tell when the beginning is. At my birth? At the meteorite landing? At the founding of our town? At the beginning of time? I suppose, for the sake of time, I will have to summarize a little. At the birth of our planet, the universe was a fiery mess. Earth was the first in our solar system to form. (Don't look it up, just trust me). Only three billion years after solidifying a meteorite rammed into it. Not a very warm welcome, bu thats the way it is. Part of that giant chunk of matter in space was rock, and became our moon. The majority of it, however, was ice, and as it went through earths atmosphere it melted, creating our entire water supply. The bits of dust stuck in the ice formed and island, and on that island, the first life formed. Fast forward a couple million years, and you have a undetected island in the middle of the pacific. The dust from the ice was radioactive, and the close contact with it gives the residents; you guessed it; super powers. In our town, when a baby is born, a clod of dirt is put it their mouth to give them power. My power was not apparent at first. For years my family thought that I had no power. It was only when I turned ten that they really worried. No one on the island had ever turned ten without a power. They took me to the town psychologist, a lady who could read minds. It took a big bundle of cash, but she peered deep into mind and found my power; I am imortal. The whole town was happily surprized. No one had ever had such a great power before. I quickly became the towns greatest hero, fighting evil and all that stuff. A hundred years past. I had to retire becuse we had discovered a flaw in my power; my mind stayed the same, my strength, speed and agility stayed the same, but my apernce was now that of,a hundred ten year old lady. I retired from hero work, and things went well until I started to decay.
Writers block
I have only written one chapter of 'my after life', and I already have writers block. Besides, it wasn't my best story. So I am switching to a story called 'my power is decay'. I hope you like it.
THE POEM POEM
It takes smarts, and it takes time,to come up with a rhythm, to think of a rhyme.
But you can write a poem, don't you see, its as easy as one, two, three.
If you want to write a poem, here's what you do,think of a subject that's close to you.
next find some words that represent your thoughts. It can be a few or lots and lots.
Now put 'em all together, put 'em to a beat. Now your done, now isn't that neat!
WAYS PEOPLE LIVE
Some people do enough but they never do any more,
some people buzz through life like a kid in a candy store.
Some people mope around saying that their life is bad,
some people spend their lives helping people who are sad.
But the ideal kind of person; the perfect kind, if you please,
is the kind of person who is a little of all of these.
They know when they have done enough,
They know when to enjoy some 'fluff'.
They know when to kick and shove,
they know when you need some love.
this kind makes good friends, as you can probably see,
and so when I 'grow up' this is what I want to be.
I AM SICK OF LOVE
Everyone writes about love in their poems and songs
and I am sick of it.
I'm not against love for love is everything.
Love moves mountains. Love builds nations.
But love is not puppies or rainbows like some songs tell.
Love is not oceans and sky like some poems say.
Love is not playing silly games. love is not abuse.
That is not love.
Love is trust and friendship taken beyond.
Love is hard. But love is worth it.
Love is a two way road.
Love is more than what you've heard...
And I am sick of love.
My (After) Life
INTRO
I don't remember how I died. I only remember a few events from my life. Just enough to know that I was a normal American girl just ten years ago.
But I will not sped much time on what my life was like, because my existence didn't get interesting until I was dead.
I was buried in your usual cemetery, with the usual pretty dress to be buried in and people said the normal, sappy things about me. Our priest gave a confusing talk on heaven. And I thought 'thats all well and good, but what do I do if my spirit doesn't go anywhere?' Because it hadn't. I had died and as far as I could tell, not much had changed.
Except that no one could see me. And I could float right through things, like walls. I could even sink into the ground and see my own dead body. In fact, it was hard not to sink into the ground.
Okay, So maybe things had changed. But as far as God and all that, nothing had changed.
In short, I was a ghost. I am a ghost. And this is the story of my afterlife.
Except that no one could see me. And I could float right through things, like walls. I could even sink into the ground and see my own dead body. In fact, it was hard not to sink into the ground.
Okay, So maybe things had changed. But as far as God and all that, nothing had changed.
In short, I was a ghost. I am a ghost. And this is the story of my afterlife.
TO BE CONTINUED*
*look for more chapters at the top of my page. They will be put as separate posts.
*look for more chapters at the top of my page. They will be put as separate posts.
I WANT TO FOLLOW GOD
I want to know it all but my knowledge is small
and I fell like I'll never reach it.
I want to be great but the Lord says 'wait'
and I feel like He is just saying 'no'.
But if I listen with my heart, I know that I'm a part
of the powerful army of heaven.
And the spirt whipers quietly that God loves all so God loves Me.
ODE TO VULTURES AND CROWS
Ostrich are fat and stupid,
Peacocks are far to proud,
Hawks kill without thought and
Parrots are way to loud,
So why do we like those but not vultures or crows?
Crows are the smartest bird alive,
Vultures clean up the world
Crows are able to thrive and
Vultures are strong and bold.
They are each beautiful in there own special way,
So why don't we like vultures and crows?
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