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.  

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.

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?

Pet Potato

I have a pet Potato, it doesn't do a lot.
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.

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.

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.

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. 

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.

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. 

TO BE CONTINUED*

*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?