The next story might take little longer to be written.
I was backtracking on the other stories that I have posted and I noticed that I wasn't describing the scenarios as much as I would like to. So for the next story I will try to be more descriptive. This would be my assignment.
Save the Whales!
(and other abused animals!)
Tuesday, June 4, 2013
Monday, April 29, 2013
Once Upon A Time
"THE LEGEND OF DREAM CATCHERS"
On the fourth sunrise of Spring,
A frivolous war was emerging.
Two tribes ready to fight for honor
Yet both keen for peaceful order.
Askuwteau, the Cikipeciciwan tribe chief
Asked for guidance in his grief.
To Matchitehew, the shaman, he sought this,
Only to find that he was not for peace.
To this, the chief disagreed
And chose to follow what the heart pleased.
Now both tribes are united,
Yet our story has not ended.
Matchitehew, deeply insulted
That his advise was omitted,
Sought vengeance for his embarrassment
.To be chief was his grand enthralment.
And so when the sun was consumed by darkness
And all were hugged by dream's warmness,
Matchitehew sneaked into the chief's tent
And poisoned the chief as he meant.
His desire closer it seems
But there is still one hurdle to his dreams.
For Askuwheteau has a son,
To him, the chief will lay the throne upon.
The same evil deed Matchitehew must fulfill
For him to complete his will.
In the following sunrise,
A plight came as a surprise.
For the chief's son had awoken
Next to a cold shaman.
The shaman died from a poisonous bite
By a spider that wished him nothing but smite.
Though a spider they did not find,
It's web to the chief's son's tent still twined
T'was believed that Askuwheteau was reincarnated.
Became a spider so his son would be protected.
For though Matchitehew is no longer living,
He still wishes to harm the living.
This story has been passed on
From generation to generation.
Each time the story world change.
Some would even rearrange.
Soon after the story of a loving father
Turns into a cover
For those that come at night.
For those that gives us a fright.
Now the love of a father
Has become a DREAMCATCHER.
(save the whales)
On the fourth sunrise of Spring,
A frivolous war was emerging.
Two tribes ready to fight for honor
Yet both keen for peaceful order.
Askuwteau, the Cikipeciciwan tribe chief
Asked for guidance in his grief.
To Matchitehew, the shaman, he sought this,
Only to find that he was not for peace.
To this, the chief disagreed
And chose to follow what the heart pleased.
Now both tribes are united,
Yet our story has not ended.
Matchitehew, deeply insulted
That his advise was omitted,
Sought vengeance for his embarrassment
.To be chief was his grand enthralment.
And so when the sun was consumed by darkness
And all were hugged by dream's warmness,
Matchitehew sneaked into the chief's tent
And poisoned the chief as he meant.
His desire closer it seems
But there is still one hurdle to his dreams.
For Askuwheteau has a son,
To him, the chief will lay the throne upon.
The same evil deed Matchitehew must fulfill
For him to complete his will.
In the following sunrise,
A plight came as a surprise.
For the chief's son had awoken
Next to a cold shaman.
The shaman died from a poisonous bite
By a spider that wished him nothing but smite.
Though a spider they did not find,
It's web to the chief's son's tent still twined
T'was believed that Askuwheteau was reincarnated.
Became a spider so his son would be protected.
For though Matchitehew is no longer living,
He still wishes to harm the living.
This story has been passed on
From generation to generation.
Each time the story world change.
Some would even rearrange.
Soon after the story of a loving father
Turns into a cover
For those that come at night.
For those that gives us a fright.
Now the love of a father
Has become a DREAMCATCHER.
(save the whales)
Keeping You Posted
I was feeling sick today so I decided not go to work. The only problem was I had nothing planned to do. After much stalling, I browsed my old notebook for stories that I said/promised to rewrite.
This will be my first story for 2013!
(save the whales)
This will be my first story for 2013!
(save the whales)
Friday, March 8, 2013
Keeping You Posted
Is this a good idea??:
Two people so in love that when people literally are between them they (the people) feel the warmth of love. The people(the ones between the lovers) are so in love with the warmth of love that they keep the lovers apart.
a take on "Romeo and Juliet" if you will..
Not a love story expert so...
(Save the Whales!)
Typed "love" 8 times
^
(including this one.weird)
Two people so in love that when people literally are between them they (the people) feel the warmth of love. The people(the ones between the lovers) are so in love with the warmth of love that they keep the lovers apart.
a take on "Romeo and Juliet" if you will..
Not a love story expert so...
(Save the Whales!)
Typed "love" 8 times
^
(including this one.weird)
Saturday, February 2, 2013
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Keeping You Posted
Wow!I haven't posted in a long time! I'm jumping back to old habit.
I have been keeping a story for a very (very) long time. I just doesn't feel finished. So I've been trying to make it into poem but I'm having a hard time. I've lost the power of rhyme.
But that's not the only reason. I've got thing on mind that's keeping me from finishing. I'm trying to put those things into a story but it's too hard.
Until next time! (cross fingers)
(Save the whales)
I have been keeping a story for a very (very) long time. I just doesn't feel finished. So I've been trying to make it into poem but I'm having a hard time. I've lost the power of rhyme.
But that's not the only reason. I've got thing on mind that's keeping me from finishing. I'm trying to put those things into a story but it's too hard.
Until next time! (cross fingers)
(Save the whales)
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Once Upon A Time
(Disclaimer: Some truths are falsified)
As promised, here is...
"Where We Go When We Sleep"
The forest of Elysian is known for its mystical creatures and manifestations. Which is why mortals are forbidden to enter. But on the eve of Zahndra's birth, her father, Theron, went to the forest to hunt a feast to rejoice her coming to world. His eyes were fixed upon a creature he could not recognize. Finally, he took the shot. When he came to collect his kill, he saw nothing. Not even a hint were it disappeared to. Confused and frustrated, he went home empty handed.
Years passed, Theron and his family lived a prosperous and happy life. Until one day Zahndra never woke up from her sleep. No one had an explanation for her condition, not even the doctors. All they knew is that she is alive and she can recover. Thinking that she would have a better chance in the hospital, Theron together with his wife insisted that she remain there.
Days and months went by but still there were no changes. Though that was, they were still hopeful. Until one day, they noticed that her heart rate was dropping. Soon enough, that found signs of internal bleeding but baffled as to why. It was too late when they discovered a bullet inside her. It was the same bullet Theron uses for hunting.
The same bullet...
The exact same bullet that the hunter used to kill a creature he failed to recognize. An ancient creature known as a Dryad, a forest spirit. It was created to keep balance within the forest. To protect the forest from those who wishes to harm it. The harm done by the hunter angered Mother Nature. She forced the spirit to morph with the hunter's daughter's spirit. Only when the mortal is asleep can the spirit return to the forest. The Dryad was reluctant with Mother Nature's decision. It wondered why did it seem that it, too, was being punished. It grew wrathful each moment it could not find an answer to its query. It longed for justice. It longed for its old form. Every time it returns to the forest, it tries to stay. To remain in its perennial design. One day its persistence payed off. It rejoiced for its found freedom. But neglected to see the hunter that once had shot it.
The hunter was surprised that it seemed like nothing has happened. The creature did not even have a gun shot wound. The very same day he receive harrowing news.
As promised, here is...
"Where We Go When We Sleep"
The forest of Elysian is known for its mystical creatures and manifestations. Which is why mortals are forbidden to enter. But on the eve of Zahndra's birth, her father, Theron, went to the forest to hunt a feast to rejoice her coming to world. His eyes were fixed upon a creature he could not recognize. Finally, he took the shot. When he came to collect his kill, he saw nothing. Not even a hint were it disappeared to. Confused and frustrated, he went home empty handed.
Years passed, Theron and his family lived a prosperous and happy life. Until one day Zahndra never woke up from her sleep. No one had an explanation for her condition, not even the doctors. All they knew is that she is alive and she can recover. Thinking that she would have a better chance in the hospital, Theron together with his wife insisted that she remain there.
Days and months went by but still there were no changes. Though that was, they were still hopeful. Until one day, they noticed that her heart rate was dropping. Soon enough, that found signs of internal bleeding but baffled as to why. It was too late when they discovered a bullet inside her. It was the same bullet Theron uses for hunting.
The same bullet...
The exact same bullet that the hunter used to kill a creature he failed to recognize. An ancient creature known as a Dryad, a forest spirit. It was created to keep balance within the forest. To protect the forest from those who wishes to harm it. The harm done by the hunter angered Mother Nature. She forced the spirit to morph with the hunter's daughter's spirit. Only when the mortal is asleep can the spirit return to the forest. The Dryad was reluctant with Mother Nature's decision. It wondered why did it seem that it, too, was being punished. It grew wrathful each moment it could not find an answer to its query. It longed for justice. It longed for its old form. Every time it returns to the forest, it tries to stay. To remain in its perennial design. One day its persistence payed off. It rejoiced for its found freedom. But neglected to see the hunter that once had shot it.
The hunter was surprised that it seemed like nothing has happened. The creature did not even have a gun shot wound. The very same day he receive harrowing news.
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