life is
life is obsolete,
incomplete
sometimes
you just want to delete
it all and redo
but then remember
your forever
remember your forever
life is full of pain,
and regret
i shouldn't have lain,
there and let it happen
but remember
my forever,
remember my forever
life isn't fair
it tears the soul
from us,
and takes a toll,
on us
but remember
their forever
remember their forever
life isn't all bad, either
moody teen
i might be a moody teen,
i might love rock,
maybe i wear combat boots,
or maybe not,
but some days,
no matter my mood,
i just want someone to brush my hair,
and tell me that they really care
Red-Tail
Red tailed hawk, soaring up high,
you are more magnifecent than I.
Below, a lonely feild mouse sits,
then darts back into her hidden terrain,
under the creosote, smelling of rain.
A roadrunner sprints off after it's prey,
sorry Mr. Roadrunner, not today.
Mighty Colorado rushing by,
rattle snake sunning itself on a rock,
and me, wishing that I was the hawk.
(now that one ^, for some reason, the judges liked, and I won second place in a contest at Tres Reos. No idea if I spelled that right)
Okay. I've gotta split now, but I'll post more of my ameture poetry later.
-DarkHawk09
Oooh! Pretty colors! *reaches out hand to stroke computer screen, and bursts into overly dramatic tears when cannot touch the lovely redness*
Okay. I'm having major trouble getting a stupid pic onto my blog, so I'm following the help instructions, which involve posting a pic on the blog, then copying the URL. So here it is. If I pull it off, the pic'll be on my profile. If not... look at th pretty colors! Oooooh!:)
ADDED RECENTLY: I can't do it without the computer knowladge of my father. So I must pic my profile later. :(
*bursts into overly dramatic tears*
My (teeny tiny) side of common sence says this: "Stop bursting into overly dramatic tears of desperation. You are not an emotional person, so shut up. You are emmbarressing me."
-DarkHawk09
PETA. And the good it does.
Your Health, the Environment, and Animals Used for Food
Chickens, pigs, turkeys, cows, and other animals who are raised for food value their lives just as much as you and I value ours. They are not nuggets, drumsticks, burgers, roasts, steaks, chops, bacon strips, sausage links, or hot dogs, and they certainly don’t have any spare ribs. If someone did the same things to dogs and cats that farmers and slaughterhouse workers do to these friendly animals, they could be prosecuted for animal cruelty and locked up.
Animals on factory farms suffer terribly before they show up in neat, tidy packages at the grocery store, your fave restaurant, or a fast-food joint. They live in crowded, filthy conditions and suffer through painful procedures like branding, dehorning, debeaking, and having their tails cut off and their teeth sawed off—all without painkillers. They are crammed onto trucks and carted to the slaughterhouse, where they’re hung upside-down and their throats are slit, often while they are still fully conscious.
Did you know that each vegetarian saves 100 lives a year? Well … 101 when you count yourself. Eating animals and animal products contributes to health problems, including cancer, heart disease, strokes, diabetes, and obesity—just to name a few. You’ve probably heard Mom and Dad talking about trying to eat healthier by avoiding fatty foods, right? Well, let them know that meat, dairy products, and eggs have no fiber or complex carbohydrates and are full of fat and cholesterol.
Your parents might think that you can’t get the right nutrition from a vegetarian diet, but that’s just not true! Fresh fruits, vegetables, beans, nuts, and whole grains are the way to go! So before you announce that you’re going veg, do some research and present the facts. For starters, beans, oatmeal, whole-wheat bread, peas, nuts, broccoli, mushrooms, and peanuts are healthy sources of protein. And you can get the calcium that you need from beans, kale, soy products, and other green leafy vegetables.
The best thing you can do for the environment is to go vegetarian! Think about it: About 80 percent of the farmland and nearly half the water used in the U.S. are used to raise animals for food. And the sewage produced by those animals—thousands of pounds of it—often spills into lakes and streams, contaminating them.
Did you know that it takes about 300 gallons of water per day to produce food for someone who is totally vegetarian, but it takes more than 4,000 gallons of water per day to create the food needed to feed a meat-eater? Shocking, isn’t it?! Here’s another interesting statistic: Every vegetarian saves an acre of trees every year! More than 260 million acres of U.S. forest have been cleared to grow crops to feed animals who are raised for meat, and another acre of trees disappears every five seconds. Scary! The tropical rain forests are also being destroyed to create grazing land for cattle. Fifty-five square feet of rain forest may be cut down to produce just one quarter-pound burger.
The best thing that you can do for animals, your health, and the Earth is to go veg!
Source: www.petakids.com
I'm a vegan, but that still could refer to me. And I've only been vegan for less than a year. I fully support PETA. I know people think they're too harsh, but I think that's one way to snap a person back into reality. I mean, God, you're saving 100 lives a year going veg. Probably more going vegan. Wouldn't you do it if you could? I mean, I'm lucky, having parents who understand, but even if I didn't, I would go veg. I wouldn't care what they said. And I'd like to point out that by going veg, you are saving human lives, too. Want to stop world hunger? Well, stop eating even one meat product, such as beef, and the grain that would otherwise have been fed to cattle is feeding many people. You aren't stopping it all they way, but you're taking a chunk out of it. It even uses less WATER, for heaven's sake. Some of you out there, (Especially teen aged and under) might think you can't make a difference. But you can. All us veg/vegans out here need your help. You can even do a meatless Monday, or something like that. What to lose weight? Well, go veg. Much more effective then the South Beach Diet. Want to cut down cholesterol? Go veg. Want to quit eating anything that once lived and breathed and walked and had feelings just like a human? I mean, it's disgusting when you think about it. We don't need meat. We are omnivores, meaning that we can eat plants OR animals. If you can make a choice to be healthier, skinnier, happier and not eat anything that once had a face on it, why don't you? Did you know that sugar (The white kind) is often ground together with animal bones to turn it white? Are you aware that you can get sugar that's just the same, except it's natural for approximately the same amount of money? Did you know that companies often put a chemical in your food that makes you addicted to it? Are you addicted to your Big Mac? Why don't you find out what is in it, exactly? I'm sure that'll turn you off. Fast.
-DarkHawk09
P.S. If you're interested in going veg contact me and I'll give you the titles of a few good cook books and reference books. If you are having trouble convincing your parent(s) tell me. I have a wonderfully explanatory book by someone most of us have heard of. Does Jane Goodall ring a bell?
Chickens, pigs, turkeys, cows, and other animals who are raised for food value their lives just as much as you and I value ours. They are not nuggets, drumsticks, burgers, roasts, steaks, chops, bacon strips, sausage links, or hot dogs, and they certainly don’t have any spare ribs. If someone did the same things to dogs and cats that farmers and slaughterhouse workers do to these friendly animals, they could be prosecuted for animal cruelty and locked up.
Animals on factory farms suffer terribly before they show up in neat, tidy packages at the grocery store, your fave restaurant, or a fast-food joint. They live in crowded, filthy conditions and suffer through painful procedures like branding, dehorning, debeaking, and having their tails cut off and their teeth sawed off—all without painkillers. They are crammed onto trucks and carted to the slaughterhouse, where they’re hung upside-down and their throats are slit, often while they are still fully conscious.
Did you know that each vegetarian saves 100 lives a year? Well … 101 when you count yourself. Eating animals and animal products contributes to health problems, including cancer, heart disease, strokes, diabetes, and obesity—just to name a few. You’ve probably heard Mom and Dad talking about trying to eat healthier by avoiding fatty foods, right? Well, let them know that meat, dairy products, and eggs have no fiber or complex carbohydrates and are full of fat and cholesterol.
Your parents might think that you can’t get the right nutrition from a vegetarian diet, but that’s just not true! Fresh fruits, vegetables, beans, nuts, and whole grains are the way to go! So before you announce that you’re going veg, do some research and present the facts. For starters, beans, oatmeal, whole-wheat bread, peas, nuts, broccoli, mushrooms, and peanuts are healthy sources of protein. And you can get the calcium that you need from beans, kale, soy products, and other green leafy vegetables.
The best thing you can do for the environment is to go vegetarian! Think about it: About 80 percent of the farmland and nearly half the water used in the U.S. are used to raise animals for food. And the sewage produced by those animals—thousands of pounds of it—often spills into lakes and streams, contaminating them.
Did you know that it takes about 300 gallons of water per day to produce food for someone who is totally vegetarian, but it takes more than 4,000 gallons of water per day to create the food needed to feed a meat-eater? Shocking, isn’t it?! Here’s another interesting statistic: Every vegetarian saves an acre of trees every year! More than 260 million acres of U.S. forest have been cleared to grow crops to feed animals who are raised for meat, and another acre of trees disappears every five seconds. Scary! The tropical rain forests are also being destroyed to create grazing land for cattle. Fifty-five square feet of rain forest may be cut down to produce just one quarter-pound burger.
The best thing that you can do for animals, your health, and the Earth is to go veg!
Source: www.petakids.com
I'm a vegan, but that still could refer to me. And I've only been vegan for less than a year. I fully support PETA. I know people think they're too harsh, but I think that's one way to snap a person back into reality. I mean, God, you're saving 100 lives a year going veg. Probably more going vegan. Wouldn't you do it if you could? I mean, I'm lucky, having parents who understand, but even if I didn't, I would go veg. I wouldn't care what they said. And I'd like to point out that by going veg, you are saving human lives, too. Want to stop world hunger? Well, stop eating even one meat product, such as beef, and the grain that would otherwise have been fed to cattle is feeding many people. You aren't stopping it all they way, but you're taking a chunk out of it. It even uses less WATER, for heaven's sake. Some of you out there, (Especially teen aged and under) might think you can't make a difference. But you can. All us veg/vegans out here need your help. You can even do a meatless Monday, or something like that. What to lose weight? Well, go veg. Much more effective then the South Beach Diet. Want to cut down cholesterol? Go veg. Want to quit eating anything that once lived and breathed and walked and had feelings just like a human? I mean, it's disgusting when you think about it. We don't need meat. We are omnivores, meaning that we can eat plants OR animals. If you can make a choice to be healthier, skinnier, happier and not eat anything that once had a face on it, why don't you? Did you know that sugar (The white kind) is often ground together with animal bones to turn it white? Are you aware that you can get sugar that's just the same, except it's natural for approximately the same amount of money? Did you know that companies often put a chemical in your food that makes you addicted to it? Are you addicted to your Big Mac? Why don't you find out what is in it, exactly? I'm sure that'll turn you off. Fast.
-DarkHawk09
P.S. If you're interested in going veg contact me and I'll give you the titles of a few good cook books and reference books. If you are having trouble convincing your parent(s) tell me. I have a wonderfully explanatory book by someone most of us have heard of. Does Jane Goodall ring a bell?
Azerquacker?!?!? What's up with THAT?
A few things you should know about my dad.
1) He believes that I should name a major character of mine "Azerquacker". Don't ask me. It sounds like a psychotic duck, in my opinion. Or maybe just a psychopath. I dunno.
2) He makes fun of me basically 24/7. One of his favorites is "That's a bad hobbit." because of this lord of the rings vid game I was obsessed with a while ago. Which he felt was a bad habit.
3) If I end up with a published book, I will have to hire someone to read it out loud for him. (I do not read out loud) It's not like he can't read, it's more like reading for pleasure doesn't mean anything to him.
4) He's a pretty cool guy.
Quote of the day:
"We're being led by an idiot with a crayon."
-Commander Root of the LEPrecon police
-Artemis Fowl: The Arctic Incident
-DarkHawk09
1) He believes that I should name a major character of mine "Azerquacker". Don't ask me. It sounds like a psychotic duck, in my opinion. Or maybe just a psychopath. I dunno.
2) He makes fun of me basically 24/7. One of his favorites is "That's a bad hobbit." because of this lord of the rings vid game I was obsessed with a while ago. Which he felt was a bad habit.
3) If I end up with a published book, I will have to hire someone to read it out loud for him. (I do not read out loud) It's not like he can't read, it's more like reading for pleasure doesn't mean anything to him.
4) He's a pretty cool guy.
Quote of the day:
"We're being led by an idiot with a crayon."
-Commander Root of the LEPrecon police
-Artemis Fowl: The Arctic Incident
-DarkHawk09
Chapter Three
3
“Set up camp,” Shadow said, “Then…” he trailed off suggestively.
“He’s bossy,” Dee said in a stage whisper, making sure Shadow was listening. I nodded, exaggerating the movement. Shadow rolled his eyes. “Well, somebody’s got to get you organized,” he said jokingly, and steered us toward camp, his hands on our shoulders. I felt a cold shiver run down my spine that had nothing to do with the chilly evening. “Come on,”
I went over to the clearing, and began work on the tent. Dee helped me out, Jay went to collect firewood, and Karma started digging the fire pit. Once the tent was raised, my job was done, and we were just waiting for Jay to get back, I walked over to a tall tree. I kicked my combat boots off, and laid them next to the tree. I peeled off my socks, and wiggled my bare foot. I was ready. I looked up, and saw the first branch a couple feet above my head.
I crouched low, looking up, and my black hair blew around my head in a whirlwind, and then I sprung, snagging a hold on some of the bark. I let my body take over; let my mind loose, and began to climb. I climbed like a squirrel, fast and precisely.
I knew what I looked like from below; dark hair falling in rivulets down my back, bare toes curled around twigs on the tree’s surface, long fingers holding the tree with a death grip.
I felt a chunk of bark under my hand begin to peel away from the tree, so I let it loose fast, and pulled my self up using another chunk, which I tested my weight on first. I reached the first branch, feeling exhilarated, and looked to the next one. I growled low in my throat, and began the dangerous climb upward.
I liked doing this, sometimes. I liked finding new ways to test my strength, like running, or climbing a tree. Some were more challenging than others, but none were life threatening, unless I fell the wrong way.
I paused then, a few feet away from a branch, and let go with my feet, using only my arms to pull myself up higher and higher. I blew my hair away from my face for what seemed like the twentieth time, and got an arm around the next branch. I pulled myself all the way up onto that branch, and there I sat.
I pulled a decent sized twig from the branch I was resting on, and wound my long hair around it, using other small twigs to keep it in place. I shook my head vigorously, and not one hair came loose. Perfect, I thought to myself. Now I could climb without my hair irritating me and making my journey all the more treacherous. I climbed higher, pausing every now and then to adjust my bow, which I still had on my back. I seldom took it off: only when I was asleep did I lean it on the canvas wall of the tent. I looked down. Then I looked out towards the sun set. Jay was probably back by now. I started to turn, and then something caught my attention. I blinked. “What?” I asked softly. Then I turned and high tailed it down the tree. “Fire! Fire to the West!” I screamed, praying that my friends could hear me.
When I was a couple feet off the ground, I held on to a branch, swinging my body over the edge. I dropped purposefully out of the tree and onto my feet. I hit the ground with the sounds of leaves crunching underfoot barely registering. I stuffed my feet into my shoes again, then I began running in the direction of the tent we’d just set up. I slammed into somebody, but I couldn’t tell who it was. I was knocked off balance, then, catching myself, I looked up to see my friends’ startled faces. Jay was back, thank God.
“What-?” Shadow began.
“Fire!” I burst out. My face must have shown my terror. I could imagine my wide eyed fright all too well. They all looked at me for a second. Then the danger sunk in.
“Get the tent.” Shadow said over his shoulder. I turned to go with the others, but Shadow grabbed my arm. “How far away?” He asked intently.
“A mile. Two, tops.” I said confidently. I knew what I’d seen.
Shadow closed his eyes for a second. “We’ve got three minutes. Or less.”
“How big was it?” he asked, fixing his gaze on me once again. I thought for a second. “I don’t know. It was getting bigger though.” I said finally.
Shadow kept looking at me, curiosity evident in his dark eyes. I wondered what he was thinking catching us slightly off guard. But not for long. We all turned and started ripping the tent apart, stuffing it with less care than usual into our backpacks. I tied mine on immediately, wrapping the straps around my middle and over my arms, tying them tightly. I picked up my bow, slinging it over my back. I was ready to take on anything. I ran, my boots crushing leaves and twigs underfoot. I no longer cared how much noise I made.
“Head for the creek! The creek!” Shadow yelled, pointing east. How he knew it was there, I have no idea. We ran faster than we ever had, the heat of the forest fire at our backs. I glanced over at Dee. She ran like a gazelle, her long legs showing slightly under the gauzy, light-weight skirt she always wore. It was slitted down the sides, allowing her free movement. She was always ready to face danger. Had been for almost eight years. I’d been running from danger longer then she. But I still thought it might forget me for a while. I was very foolish to believe so.
We made it to the creek. We were standing in the deepest part, watching all the animals flee in our direction. Some of them made it before the fire did. Some didn’t. We watched the fire burn itself out on the bank, sparks flying. Dee had her skirt bunched in her fist, holding it above the water. I looked down at my own slitted skirt, flowing around my ankles. The current was tugging at me to play. I’d always loved running water, the sound, the sight of it, even the smell. I’d lived near a lake as a young child, and my fondest memories of that house were of the freshwater surrounding it. I watched a fish snake around my calf. It was no longer than my hand, yet it had no fear of me. That got me wondering if there was anything so lucky as to not be afraid. I pulled at the wet cloth sticking to my thigh and thought that I didn’t want to be afraid. But I didn’t quite like the idea of living without fear, either.
“Kay.” I jumped. I’d been lost in my thoughts again. I looked up at who ever had called my name. It was Shadow. “Yeah?” I answered.
“How did you know?” he asked me. The others were all looking at me, too. Dee was watching me, her eyes darker than usual, somehow, and penetrating.
“How did I know what?” I asked, honestly confused.
“About the fire.”
“I saw it. I was up in a tree, climbing, you know, for a challenge.” I said.
“Kay,” Dee said softly. Her eyes still felt like they were burning holes through me. “You weren’t. You were standing next to me the whole time.” She said, somehow managing to be soft, nice, and matter of fact all at the same time. I opened my mouth to say that was impossible. The texture of the tree bark under my bare feet had been real. The danger, the feeling of adrenaline pumping through my veins had been real. I couldn’t have imagined it all. But something stopped me. I felt all of my muscles relax simultaneously, my knees buckled, and I fell into the stream. I felt my head go under for a minute, I saw someone dive for me, reaching for my hand. I stretched for them. Our fingers barely brushed, and I was sinking. The figure was struggling for air, I could see. I didn’t want them to drown, too. “Go!” I tried to yell at them, but all I did was release a large silvery bubble from my throat. The current swirling my hair in front of my face, blinding me. I watched the bubbles rise from my lips and up to the surface. I felt something tug at my ankle, and glanced down to see a whirlwind of black hair under me. It was tugging me under, over to the deeper part of the water, where I could see nothing but blackness. I felt my last bit of air leave my lungs, and I sank into unconsciousness. I knew I was afraid. I still didn’t know if I wanted to be.
-DarkHawk09
“Set up camp,” Shadow said, “Then…” he trailed off suggestively.
“He’s bossy,” Dee said in a stage whisper, making sure Shadow was listening. I nodded, exaggerating the movement. Shadow rolled his eyes. “Well, somebody’s got to get you organized,” he said jokingly, and steered us toward camp, his hands on our shoulders. I felt a cold shiver run down my spine that had nothing to do with the chilly evening. “Come on,”
I went over to the clearing, and began work on the tent. Dee helped me out, Jay went to collect firewood, and Karma started digging the fire pit. Once the tent was raised, my job was done, and we were just waiting for Jay to get back, I walked over to a tall tree. I kicked my combat boots off, and laid them next to the tree. I peeled off my socks, and wiggled my bare foot. I was ready. I looked up, and saw the first branch a couple feet above my head.
I crouched low, looking up, and my black hair blew around my head in a whirlwind, and then I sprung, snagging a hold on some of the bark. I let my body take over; let my mind loose, and began to climb. I climbed like a squirrel, fast and precisely.
I knew what I looked like from below; dark hair falling in rivulets down my back, bare toes curled around twigs on the tree’s surface, long fingers holding the tree with a death grip.
I felt a chunk of bark under my hand begin to peel away from the tree, so I let it loose fast, and pulled my self up using another chunk, which I tested my weight on first. I reached the first branch, feeling exhilarated, and looked to the next one. I growled low in my throat, and began the dangerous climb upward.
I liked doing this, sometimes. I liked finding new ways to test my strength, like running, or climbing a tree. Some were more challenging than others, but none were life threatening, unless I fell the wrong way.
I paused then, a few feet away from a branch, and let go with my feet, using only my arms to pull myself up higher and higher. I blew my hair away from my face for what seemed like the twentieth time, and got an arm around the next branch. I pulled myself all the way up onto that branch, and there I sat.
I pulled a decent sized twig from the branch I was resting on, and wound my long hair around it, using other small twigs to keep it in place. I shook my head vigorously, and not one hair came loose. Perfect, I thought to myself. Now I could climb without my hair irritating me and making my journey all the more treacherous. I climbed higher, pausing every now and then to adjust my bow, which I still had on my back. I seldom took it off: only when I was asleep did I lean it on the canvas wall of the tent. I looked down. Then I looked out towards the sun set. Jay was probably back by now. I started to turn, and then something caught my attention. I blinked. “What?” I asked softly. Then I turned and high tailed it down the tree. “Fire! Fire to the West!” I screamed, praying that my friends could hear me.
When I was a couple feet off the ground, I held on to a branch, swinging my body over the edge. I dropped purposefully out of the tree and onto my feet. I hit the ground with the sounds of leaves crunching underfoot barely registering. I stuffed my feet into my shoes again, then I began running in the direction of the tent we’d just set up. I slammed into somebody, but I couldn’t tell who it was. I was knocked off balance, then, catching myself, I looked up to see my friends’ startled faces. Jay was back, thank God.
“What-?” Shadow began.
“Fire!” I burst out. My face must have shown my terror. I could imagine my wide eyed fright all too well. They all looked at me for a second. Then the danger sunk in.
“Get the tent.” Shadow said over his shoulder. I turned to go with the others, but Shadow grabbed my arm. “How far away?” He asked intently.
“A mile. Two, tops.” I said confidently. I knew what I’d seen.
Shadow closed his eyes for a second. “We’ve got three minutes. Or less.”
“How big was it?” he asked, fixing his gaze on me once again. I thought for a second. “I don’t know. It was getting bigger though.” I said finally.
Shadow kept looking at me, curiosity evident in his dark eyes. I wondered what he was thinking catching us slightly off guard. But not for long. We all turned and started ripping the tent apart, stuffing it with less care than usual into our backpacks. I tied mine on immediately, wrapping the straps around my middle and over my arms, tying them tightly. I picked up my bow, slinging it over my back. I was ready to take on anything. I ran, my boots crushing leaves and twigs underfoot. I no longer cared how much noise I made.
“Head for the creek! The creek!” Shadow yelled, pointing east. How he knew it was there, I have no idea. We ran faster than we ever had, the heat of the forest fire at our backs. I glanced over at Dee. She ran like a gazelle, her long legs showing slightly under the gauzy, light-weight skirt she always wore. It was slitted down the sides, allowing her free movement. She was always ready to face danger. Had been for almost eight years. I’d been running from danger longer then she. But I still thought it might forget me for a while. I was very foolish to believe so.
We made it to the creek. We were standing in the deepest part, watching all the animals flee in our direction. Some of them made it before the fire did. Some didn’t. We watched the fire burn itself out on the bank, sparks flying. Dee had her skirt bunched in her fist, holding it above the water. I looked down at my own slitted skirt, flowing around my ankles. The current was tugging at me to play. I’d always loved running water, the sound, the sight of it, even the smell. I’d lived near a lake as a young child, and my fondest memories of that house were of the freshwater surrounding it. I watched a fish snake around my calf. It was no longer than my hand, yet it had no fear of me. That got me wondering if there was anything so lucky as to not be afraid. I pulled at the wet cloth sticking to my thigh and thought that I didn’t want to be afraid. But I didn’t quite like the idea of living without fear, either.
“Kay.” I jumped. I’d been lost in my thoughts again. I looked up at who ever had called my name. It was Shadow. “Yeah?” I answered.
“How did you know?” he asked me. The others were all looking at me, too. Dee was watching me, her eyes darker than usual, somehow, and penetrating.
“How did I know what?” I asked, honestly confused.
“About the fire.”
“I saw it. I was up in a tree, climbing, you know, for a challenge.” I said.
“Kay,” Dee said softly. Her eyes still felt like they were burning holes through me. “You weren’t. You were standing next to me the whole time.” She said, somehow managing to be soft, nice, and matter of fact all at the same time. I opened my mouth to say that was impossible. The texture of the tree bark under my bare feet had been real. The danger, the feeling of adrenaline pumping through my veins had been real. I couldn’t have imagined it all. But something stopped me. I felt all of my muscles relax simultaneously, my knees buckled, and I fell into the stream. I felt my head go under for a minute, I saw someone dive for me, reaching for my hand. I stretched for them. Our fingers barely brushed, and I was sinking. The figure was struggling for air, I could see. I didn’t want them to drown, too. “Go!” I tried to yell at them, but all I did was release a large silvery bubble from my throat. The current swirling my hair in front of my face, blinding me. I watched the bubbles rise from my lips and up to the surface. I felt something tug at my ankle, and glanced down to see a whirlwind of black hair under me. It was tugging me under, over to the deeper part of the water, where I could see nothing but blackness. I felt my last bit of air leave my lungs, and I sank into unconsciousness. I knew I was afraid. I still didn’t know if I wanted to be.
-DarkHawk09
Taters....
Mashed Taters (Potatoes)
Sadly, I could only find a link, but all the same, this. Is. Hilarious. I tell you, my sister fell in love with it. It's really quite amusing. For those of you deprived people who don't know, it's from Lord of the Rings.
-DarkHawk09
Sadly, I could only find a link, but all the same, this. Is. Hilarious. I tell you, my sister fell in love with it. It's really quite amusing. For those of you deprived people who don't know, it's from Lord of the Rings.
-DarkHawk09
2
2
When I was younger, I used to read a lot. I remember reading a book about this guy who rescued orphans, and taught them to take care of themselves. When I think of Shadow, that’s what comes to mind, always. I don’t think of him as Dee’s brother, or the strongest person I know, or the oldest and biggest one, or even as my leader. I think of that book, almost immediately. He’s similar in the way that he has a magical mystical level that none of us, even him, has yet to dig deep enough to unearth.
Shadow caught me looking at him, sometimes. When he asked what I was thinking, I told him. I told him that I was thinking that he was the person I trusted most in the whole world. He always grinned at that, and told me that I shouldn’t trust him so much, that he was a good liar. I said that liars always say they don’t lie. He would laugh then, full out, deep and darkly, like he couldn’t quite believe that I thought he was honest. But Shadow is one of those people who, for some inexplicable reason, you just trust, even if you’ve never seen him before. You just know he’ll help you.
“Kay,” Dee whispered, her slight accent there, but not quite obvious. She poked me in the ribs, pulling me out of my reverie. I started, and realized that I’d been staring at Shadow absentmindedly. Dee giggled.
“I’m going,” I told her, and veered of the trail into the thick forest.
None of my friends batted an eye. They were used to me melting into the shadows. They knew that I had my secrets, just as they undoubtedly did. I liked to be in the forest, off the trail. It just felt right. It was cool and clean looking. The knobby bark always held my attention at first, but then as I let my human nature drain away, I started to notice other things. The multi colored flowers, the long stems of some perfect for weaving into hair, others, though, had shorter stems, but the sweet sprays were still beautiful. The darkness a few feet up, where you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face. The millions of birds, so loud when you wanted to hear them, when you were looking for the noise, quieter when you thought they weren’t there. The wolves and deer and other wild animals that knew you were there, and could smell you a mile off. I loved just existing there, living, and being. It felt kind of good, like giving back to the Earth. I liked it. I wove in and out through the trees, keeping a stone’s throw away from my friends. I always kept a tendril of my thoughts concentrated on my human life, because I was afraid that I might lose them, and myself, altogether if I detached entirely from humanity. I could hear my friends, too, so sometimes I closed my eyes and just took breaths in and out, in and out. I did that now, thinking to myself that I was strong and lively, and a part of the Earth. I snapped open my eyes, and a smile lit my face. I trotted out of the trees a quarter hour later, having seen three does, a buck, a fawn, and a wolf cub. I quickly avoided the wolf. I was afraid of mamma wolf, and mamma wolf could smell that. I saw more animals than most people would, I guess because I have a stronger connection with the animals than most humans do. As I came out of the dark leaves of the forest, Karma wheeled around, her blonde hair whirling through the air. Karma was newest to our group, and had yet to learn the sound of the others’ footsteps. Jay knew right off though, for some reason. That made me nervous. Dee and Shadow didn’t break stride as I appeared. I came up next to Dee. I walked in silence for a while. Then a smile lifted my mouth again, changing my face so you could no longer see the scar that started above my eyebrow, and stretched straight across my eye, down to my cheekbone. It was long and pale, contrasting to my tanned skin. I couldn’t remember where it had come from, only that I’d had it forever. “You want to spar tonight? At camp?” I asked eagerly. Dee turned her face towards me. She studied me for a moment, and then a smile broke out on her own face. “You’re on,” She said.
We all had weapons that we trusted, and liked more than others. My weapon of choice was a long bow. I always had it on my back, with a full quiver at the ready. I could also use a knife sword for hand to hand combat. The knife to divert one sword, the long blade to attack with. The bow I still liked better, though.
Dee could use long swords; they were always sheathed on her back. She could have them out and at the ready within seconds, the left slightly lower than the right. So tonight we would go one on one.
Dee and I were evenly matched, despite our size differences. She was small and nimble, flitting in and aiming a heavy blow at me, always stopping just short of contact if I couldn’t block it. But I usually could block. I was fast enough to block her blow, and throw one of my own within seconds, but they always missed her, by centimeters, sometimes.
Sparring was fun to watch, and usually everyone was game to join in. You could learn things about your best friend, things that you never would have unearthed otherwise. We were all good with our weapons of choice. I was the best with the bow; I could hit anything I aimed at. Dee was the only one who even knew how to use long swords.
I liked sparring with Shadow the best; we were most evenly matched, about the same size, and could go on the longest. It had nothing to do with endurance; it was more like neither of us was going to give in to the other. Neither of us would back down.
So when Shadow heard my question, and slowed down enough to ask me if I wanted to go one on one with him, too, my night became doubly interesting.
Quote of the day:
When life hands you a lemon, say "I like lemons. What else ya got?"
-Some guy who's name I can't remember,
-The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants
-DarkHawk09
When I was younger, I used to read a lot. I remember reading a book about this guy who rescued orphans, and taught them to take care of themselves. When I think of Shadow, that’s what comes to mind, always. I don’t think of him as Dee’s brother, or the strongest person I know, or the oldest and biggest one, or even as my leader. I think of that book, almost immediately. He’s similar in the way that he has a magical mystical level that none of us, even him, has yet to dig deep enough to unearth.
Shadow caught me looking at him, sometimes. When he asked what I was thinking, I told him. I told him that I was thinking that he was the person I trusted most in the whole world. He always grinned at that, and told me that I shouldn’t trust him so much, that he was a good liar. I said that liars always say they don’t lie. He would laugh then, full out, deep and darkly, like he couldn’t quite believe that I thought he was honest. But Shadow is one of those people who, for some inexplicable reason, you just trust, even if you’ve never seen him before. You just know he’ll help you.
“Kay,” Dee whispered, her slight accent there, but not quite obvious. She poked me in the ribs, pulling me out of my reverie. I started, and realized that I’d been staring at Shadow absentmindedly. Dee giggled.
“I’m going,” I told her, and veered of the trail into the thick forest.
None of my friends batted an eye. They were used to me melting into the shadows. They knew that I had my secrets, just as they undoubtedly did. I liked to be in the forest, off the trail. It just felt right. It was cool and clean looking. The knobby bark always held my attention at first, but then as I let my human nature drain away, I started to notice other things. The multi colored flowers, the long stems of some perfect for weaving into hair, others, though, had shorter stems, but the sweet sprays were still beautiful. The darkness a few feet up, where you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face. The millions of birds, so loud when you wanted to hear them, when you were looking for the noise, quieter when you thought they weren’t there. The wolves and deer and other wild animals that knew you were there, and could smell you a mile off. I loved just existing there, living, and being. It felt kind of good, like giving back to the Earth. I liked it. I wove in and out through the trees, keeping a stone’s throw away from my friends. I always kept a tendril of my thoughts concentrated on my human life, because I was afraid that I might lose them, and myself, altogether if I detached entirely from humanity. I could hear my friends, too, so sometimes I closed my eyes and just took breaths in and out, in and out. I did that now, thinking to myself that I was strong and lively, and a part of the Earth. I snapped open my eyes, and a smile lit my face. I trotted out of the trees a quarter hour later, having seen three does, a buck, a fawn, and a wolf cub. I quickly avoided the wolf. I was afraid of mamma wolf, and mamma wolf could smell that. I saw more animals than most people would, I guess because I have a stronger connection with the animals than most humans do. As I came out of the dark leaves of the forest, Karma wheeled around, her blonde hair whirling through the air. Karma was newest to our group, and had yet to learn the sound of the others’ footsteps. Jay knew right off though, for some reason. That made me nervous. Dee and Shadow didn’t break stride as I appeared. I came up next to Dee. I walked in silence for a while. Then a smile lifted my mouth again, changing my face so you could no longer see the scar that started above my eyebrow, and stretched straight across my eye, down to my cheekbone. It was long and pale, contrasting to my tanned skin. I couldn’t remember where it had come from, only that I’d had it forever. “You want to spar tonight? At camp?” I asked eagerly. Dee turned her face towards me. She studied me for a moment, and then a smile broke out on her own face. “You’re on,” She said.
We all had weapons that we trusted, and liked more than others. My weapon of choice was a long bow. I always had it on my back, with a full quiver at the ready. I could also use a knife sword for hand to hand combat. The knife to divert one sword, the long blade to attack with. The bow I still liked better, though.
Dee could use long swords; they were always sheathed on her back. She could have them out and at the ready within seconds, the left slightly lower than the right. So tonight we would go one on one.
Dee and I were evenly matched, despite our size differences. She was small and nimble, flitting in and aiming a heavy blow at me, always stopping just short of contact if I couldn’t block it. But I usually could block. I was fast enough to block her blow, and throw one of my own within seconds, but they always missed her, by centimeters, sometimes.
Sparring was fun to watch, and usually everyone was game to join in. You could learn things about your best friend, things that you never would have unearthed otherwise. We were all good with our weapons of choice. I was the best with the bow; I could hit anything I aimed at. Dee was the only one who even knew how to use long swords.
I liked sparring with Shadow the best; we were most evenly matched, about the same size, and could go on the longest. It had nothing to do with endurance; it was more like neither of us was going to give in to the other. Neither of us would back down.
So when Shadow heard my question, and slowed down enough to ask me if I wanted to go one on one with him, too, my night became doubly interesting.
Quote of the day:
When life hands you a lemon, say "I like lemons. What else ya got?"
-Some guy who's name I can't remember,
-The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants
-DarkHawk09
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