A musical day

No school day since the teachers get a day off from parent teacher conferences, which is both good and bad. Good for me because no school (who's going to teach around a thousand kids when there are no teachers, ghosts?) But kind of bad for you because of no story today. So I think I'm going to post some music up, and that's Rolling in the Deep.

There's a fire starting in my heart,

Reaching a fevered pitch and it's bringing me out the dark.

Finally, I can see you crystal clear,

Go ahead and sell me out and I'll lay your ship bare,

See how I'll leave with every piece of you,

Don't underestimate the things that I will do.

There's a fire starting in my heart,

Reaching a fever pitch and it's bring me out the dark.

The scars of your love remind me of us,

They keep me thinking that we almost had it all.

The scars of your love, they leave me breathless,

I can't help feeling,

We could have had it all,

(Your gonna wish you, never had met me)

Rolling in the deep,

(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)

You had my heart inside your hand,

(You're gonna wish you never had met me)

And you played it to the beat.

(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)

Baby, I have no story to be told,

But I've heard one on you and I'm gonna make your head burn,

Think of me in the depths of your despair,

Making a home down there as mine sure won't be shared,

The scars of your love remind me of us,

(You're gonna wish you never had met me)

They keep me thinking that we almost had it all.

(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)

The scars of your love, they leave me breathless,

(You're gonna wish you never had met me)

I can't help feeling,

(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)

We could have had it all,

(You're gonna wish you never had met me)

Rolling in the deep.

(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)

You had my heart inside your hand,

(You're gonna wish you never had met me)

And you played it to the beat.

(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)

Could have had it all,

Rolling in the deep,

You had my heart inside of your hands,

But you played it with a beating.

Throw your soul through every open door,

Count your blessings to find what you look for.

Turn my sorrow into treasured gold,

You'll pay me back in kind and reap just what you've sown.

(You're gonna wish you never had met me)

We could have had it all,

(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)

We could have had it all.

(You're gonna wish you never had met me),

It all, it all, it all.

(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)

We could have had it all,

(You're gonna wish you never had met me)

Rolling in the deep.

(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep

You had my heart inside of your hand,

(You're gonna wish you never had met me)

And you played it to the beat.

(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)

Could have had it all,

(You're gonna wish you never had met me)

Rolling in the deep.

(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)

You had my heart inside of your hands,

(You're gonna wish you never had met me

But you played it,

You played it,

You played it,

You played it to the beat.

The 9/22/11

The last one, that I just posted was for yesterday, which I didn't have time to post because of school and stuff. Well here is today's story.

            “Hey wait up,” I said trying to catch up to Jenna. We were over the boundary line of the kingdom, Boredom. And for once in my whole life did I realize just how much of the world there really is. And I was just bored to actually want to learn about it all. The green tress loomed up around us, and each green leaf, every crawling and flying insect, each blade of grass opened my eyes a bit more to what’s really around me. The longer, I stayed out here, the more I’ll most likely become less boring, and more… adventurous. And I had a small feeling that I’ll actually like being non-boring.

            “Oh come on Mangus, you slow poke!” she yelled back at me, but at least stopping, so I can catch up. I roll my eyes, and tediously hop over the stones, that are around us, wanting a bit to irritate her. “Oh come on! You know we don’t have much time!” I sigh and hops off the stone I was just on, and run up to her.

            “There you happy now?” I ask. She nods, and was about to take off, before I grab her hand.

            “Now what is it this time?” she sighs, a whiny edge to her voice. But at least she didn’t pull away, but I did. For some reason the longer I was out in the forest with her, away from Boredom, I was starting to really feel some stuff that I never thought was possible. Even my heart was quickly beating not really knowing the answer to it as well. I was starting to miss the numb feeling I had while in Boredom, at least everything was typical. “Mangus, are you okay? You’re zoning out again,” she says bringing me back to reality.

            “Uhhh, yeah I am I was just… umm, thinking. So where are we going anyways?” I say quickly, a small unknown flush crawling up my neck.

            “Somewhere,” was simply all she said.

            “Umm, okay. And when are we going to go back?” there was an unknown longing in my voice, which I tediously found odd.

            “Soon,” she said, and then she took off running, while I tried to catch up to her. It felt like hours later when we reached our destination, even though it was most likely a few minutes. I stop and look around, the trees tall loom over us, but farther away, for in front of me was a big clear body of water. It was a quarter of the town square. Still it was pretty, and it aroused a feeling that was most likely excitement deep inside of me.

            “Where are we?” I ask, noticing a small disturbance in the pond.

            “Mangus, welcome to the place I like to explore,” she says squeezing my hand tightly. I nodded, walking a few steps closer to the pond the disturbance looked like diamonds. And I needed diamonds.

            You’re such an idiot! You don’t need diamonds, you’re already plenty content with what you have! My brain was yelling to my body, but my body didn’t listen. If I reach far enough, I might be able to stop it.

            “Mangus, don’t you dare…” she was trailing off; I can feel something tugging me back. But I wasn’t listening; I reached the edge, and quickly scooped down to touch the diamond. That was bad, because I felt myself being thrown about; I look around and see Jenna doing the same. An angry expression was on her face. I shrug helplessly, but before I can say anything, a pair of unnaturally bright light was flashing into my eyes. And instantly I knew that we weren’t in the forest or even in Boredom, but somewhere else entirely different.

           

            “Umm, are you awake Bradon?” asks Katy gently poking me. And I don’t bother to wake up, because I had a feeling that there was also someone else on the stage, someone unexpected. 

This comes with a song.

First of all if you have a serious problems with gay, lesbians, bi, or transgender people, don't read this, because I don't want a bunch of comments about why they're wrong and stuff.
And second, don't judge me, because I'm straight, this character just happened to be a bit bi.
And third here's the song I promised.

And now the story.

            Winning, losing, getting hit by random soccer balls, that is the normal life of mine. The unusual life of mine, is despising every guy that I ever came to meet, regardless if they are nice or not. And I don’t have a clue as to why; it’s as if I’m just naturally repulsed to them, and their obnoxious, sick-minded ways. And the good thing is, is that they’re naturally repulsed by me, and generally stays away. It’s as if I’m carrying a deadly communicable, and that they’re afraid that they might catch it as well.

            But… the only problem was that there was just one guy. One guy that couldn’t stay away, it’s as if he sticks to me like glue. He’s like a ghost, haunting my life, my dreams; he’s in the air I breathe. Even my poems are about me ranting about him, and only him and no one else. I can tell that I’m falling for his trick, for his eyes, practically much just him. But the only problem was that…

            “Are you okay Katy?” asks Keale, hovering close to me. I snap out of it, and notice the worried look on her face. She was plain and yet amazingly pretty at the same time. Her dark blonde curls carefully lay out carefully on the side of her pale face, the green in her eyes reminding me of the richest rain forest in the world. Her cherry red lips in a teensy pout. “Really Katy are you okay?” she asks forcing my eyes to look up into her eyes.

            “Yeah, I am, just a little tired,” I say half telling the truth. My lips turn up a bit, back into its small playful smile.

            “Okay that’s good,” and before I can object back, she started to kiss me. Hesitantly, I started to kiss back; fear and nervousness start to shoot into my veins. She pulls back immediately a pained look on her face, “Really Katy what’s wrong?” and this time I had a feeling, she won’t let me get away with it. So I take a deep breath, and carefully compose my face, and man was I wishing that there was someone in the bathrooms.

            “Keys, I got something to tell you,” it was hard, to break up with someone especially if you’ve been together for a year. The scene flashed by slowly and yet quickly, after I said the regretful words, she stomped out, her rich green eyes glassy, trying not to show the tears that want to fall through. I remember saying sorry, and try to run after her, the tears streaking down my face. But it was obvious that from that day on, she won’t listen to me, and I fell into a depression full of cuts. The only lifeline I had was words, but soon that fell through and I was truly, alone. Till one day, I literally fell onto Bradon.

            “Hello,” he says not bothering to get off of me. My heart started to beat quickly, and a blush was starting to go ninja on me.

            “H-hi?” I say back. The small hope butterfly in my stomach was starting to tell me that everything will be okay.

UNICORN!

Here's a random pic, that goes along with the story. Unfortunately the unicorn in this story isn't pink, or has wings.

            It was up, it was down, and it was all around. It was Batman, if Batman looked like a 50 year old or so guy, wearing all black with a badly stitched bat design on the front, and wearing a raggedy pink-splotched cape.

            “Hello peeps!” it yelled in a creeper voice from high above us. I can hear a little ripping sound and I was hoping it wasn’t coming from the rope carrying ‘Batman’. He was right above me, and I didn’t want to be his landing. Thankfully, he started to move back to the stage, and I give a little sigh, his dank over powering cologne smell still hanging around.

            “I wonder what this school is up to now,” whispered Katy. I give a quick shrug, and she giggles, giving me a peck on the cheek. I blush, and start to listen to the principal announcing safety week, which was ironic since danger was everywhere in this school.

            “Blah…. More blah and blah…” he didn’t really say that, but the lecture was so easy that everyone already knew what came next. “A police officer will be coming to ma-” he got cut off, because there was a loud crash backstage. People instantly started to murmur about what happened, and the teachers are too worried to stop them.

            “W-w-what happened?” asks Katy fear in her voice.

            “I don’t know,” I say holding her into my arms to comfort her.

            “Oh Bradon, I hope nothing happened to Timmy,” Timmy was her little brother who was working as stage crew. If anything happened to him, I have a feeling that Katy will start to get into the negatives.

            “Don’t worry he didn’t get hurt, I promise,” and the thing was I was sure of it, because I just had this weird feeling.

            “Oh I…” she trails off.

            “You?” I ask back curious, not really noticing the sudden silence that has settled around the room. Without saying anything, she turned me around, and what I saw on the stage right now made my eyes bulge out. No, it’s not possible they’re fake they’re proven that they don’t live…. Do they? My thoughts were in a jumble as the, the unicorn stared at us. And it was pure white, almost looking golden, confusion in his deep green eyes. It was silent, and then suddenly the, the creature/unicorn/narwhale that must have had mated with a horse just staring at us, and us staring back at it. Then it said one word that we all never thought it would say.

            “Hi,” it said in a silky rough voice. It was then that I fainted.

Good news bad news

This is my 20 story, signalling 20 days of school, for me. Just thought to let you know.

Harder to lose

Harder to buy

This is the land of

Sugar high

            The poem plays in my head as my fingers start to do their daily dainty work, each evening. This was patching up the soldiers’ belongings, or also known as their clothes, and once in a while one of the items that their mother, sister, or sweetheart would send in. And each night, I would silently try and not cry, as pictures of my mother and little sisters come to my mind. Oh, it was hard work, for the women in the war, always worrying, cleaning, and taking care of stuff. It seems as if it will never leave a lady’s life in the near future. It was always too much work, and barely any free days.

            “Oh stop complaining Anita, there are others who has it way worse,” said Mother Lila as if reading my thoughts. I don’t bother to look up at her over the fire, as my fingers patch up this nasty rip on one soldier’s uniform.

            “I ain’t complaining, Mother Li, I was just… thinking about how life is hard and-”

            “In a complaining tone, thinking or not? Yeah right, I can hear ya complaining a mile away, even if it is in your head,” she says in her strict grandmotherly way. I sigh, and roll my eyes a bit, reprimanding myself a bit for doing it again. “But anyways…” she trails off a bit as if a bit unsure of how to go on. I start to put my guard up, preparing myself for the worst. War does that to you, it gives you a nasty surprise when you were expecting one to be good and hopeful. After a while, though you’ll get used to it, even if it took a year or two.

            “The boss…” uh oh, if it’s something about the doctor then it’s going to be bad really bad. “Are you listening Anita?” she says bringing me back to reality, just as my mind was about to go to the worst case scenarios at what might of happened to the doctor.

            “Yeah, I’m listening,” I say giving her a quick glance before going back to my mending.

            “Well then, the boss said ya can take a day off a day after tomorrow,” she says quickly, in an almost grump voice but underneath it I can catch just a hint of gratitude.

            “Oh thank you, thank you!” I yell, suppressing the urge to jump up and down and give her a peck on the cheek.

            “Don’t thank me, thank the boss, and he’s got something else for ya…” she trails off uncertainly again, but I didn’t notice because I was excited about having a day off again. “He um, said that… Your brother,” she takes a deep breath before muttering the last word so quietly that I couldn’t hear.

            “Come again?” I ask my beating heart still excited.

            “I said your brother um… died?” she said. Everything started to crash down, onto me as I realize why the doctor even gave me a day off. My brother dead and he was the only other lifeline I had here, without him…. I don’t bother thinking about the stuff that might happen now. In fact, I don’t bother to notice everything around me anymore, once I heard that he died, I just shut down. In the distance, I can hear Mother Lila screaming my name, and someone else, someone familiar, and yet not familiar. But I don’t hear their words behind the screams, or the scrambling feet, because I can feel myself being welcomed into the darkness.

           

            

Monkeys

Possibly my shortest story, and le gasp, I actually posted on a Friday. This is probably the first time I have ever done that on this blog.

            The marker smells like bananas. The classroom feels like it just recently rained. Her mind runs wild dreaming of singing monkey and chess playing toucans. The sweetest fruits grows deep in the jungles of her mind, and all she had to do to get them, was to open up her mind. The only problem was that reality was holding her back.

            “Mademoiselle Wilder!” said the unnamed French lady that has taken over for Mademoiselle Gaga for the rest of the year. She looks up at the teacher lazily, not really caring if she got into trouble or not.

            “Oui?” she asks.

            “Ecouter!” and the teacher started to mutter something in French, that none of the students learned yet. Though it sounded like she was saying about monkeys.  The girl sighs before replying oui again. Only she ended up slipping back into her imagination, a plan working out in her mind at how she can get the fruits. All it involved was one French lady, and a whole lot of trouble.