Tuesday, February 23, 2010
how im connected
i get my news and information from ctv because thats the only channel i get at home! i sometimes get information from my friends, they are all into facebook and such so they read stuff on the internet and sites. i really don't trust facebook and twitter and chat rooms for information. people can put what ever they want up on facebook and other such web sites. i don't have the internet at home so i don't go on facebook and msn and twitter and stuff. my buds all get crazy info from the internet, like stuff that i know is untrue, like who died and whos didn't and who in the movie world is with who and what they are like outside of their movie star lives and its all crap! sometimes i hear news from the school from my buds, but its hard to believe it some times! you never know when the things are true or not! i like seeing the news...like the news on tv because that is pictures and the people are really there and you can hear whats going on in the backround. but in the newspapers, the journalist could get some thing wrong or write something silly that is completely false and such, "news" magazines aren't very reliable either! the news magazines are not really world news magazines really, the most popular stories aren't really worth reading! they are all about the drama in the hollywood peoples lives and what they are doing in there spare time and things like that! that only magazine i trust national geographic! and thats not really a news mag! its got every thing in it...except famous peoples lives... i might say that i am conncted to the world in a way and i sorta know whats going on sometimes but not all the time really! i just worry about myself and things that are happening in my life right now! i think thats more important than bogging my self down with everyone elses issues too!
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Dervish lies on the ground, a spike impaling his arm. Why is he doing this to him? He thinks to hisself as he looks up at Esterriol.
“Why?” Dervish asks “What could I have possibly done to deserve this?!” He looks up at Esterriol whose giant, green hands are twisted into fists.
“I have been offered a great deal more than you could ever have offered me, my friend. Riches! Power! Glory!” He exclaimed, “you could never could have given me any of those things you useless excuse for a mage!”
Dervish knows that when a demon has made up his mind to kill you, you’re better off doing it yourself, before he gets the chance!
“Esterriol, please, what about all of those years we worked side by side to defeat those hoards of snake demons or the acid spitting slugs on Yunnaie?—“ He grunts, as he grits his teeth with the pain of his arm.
“None of that matters. now, you pathetic, little, worm! I have chosen to fight for my own kind! He proclaims, thrusting his giant fist into the air sending hunks of crusted blood off into the abyss.
“Demons will rule the earth once more,” Esterriol vows.
Dervish gurgles a failed response to Esterriol’s claim to power. He tries one last time to protest to his former friend as he sees that Esterriol has bent down to get his infamous weapon, his axe.
“Any last requests Cockroach?” he inquires with a hideous grin. He raises his axe to inflict the final blow to Dervish’s head.
Dervish gathers all of his remaining strength, his will to live, the strength to defeat his betrayer.
What was that spell? He tries to remember what his mentor taught him the very first year he had been with him.
His brain is whirring like the cogs in a clock that is out of wack. YES! IVE GOT IT! He finishes his thought process and screams a word that has crept back into his head after so many, long, years.
“BOMBARGIO!” He screams
Esterriol’s eyes grow wide, as he knows what it means. He begins to twitch, and then shudder, falls to the ground and thrashes hysterically as his body swallows itself whole and then explodes outward in a mess of limbs, intestines, organs, and other bodily objects.
Dervish lay there covered in blood! Disgusted, he vomits and every thing goes black!
“Why?” Dervish asks “What could I have possibly done to deserve this?!” He looks up at Esterriol whose giant, green hands are twisted into fists.
“I have been offered a great deal more than you could ever have offered me, my friend. Riches! Power! Glory!” He exclaimed, “you could never could have given me any of those things you useless excuse for a mage!”
Dervish knows that when a demon has made up his mind to kill you, you’re better off doing it yourself, before he gets the chance!
“Esterriol, please, what about all of those years we worked side by side to defeat those hoards of snake demons or the acid spitting slugs on Yunnaie?—“ He grunts, as he grits his teeth with the pain of his arm.
“None of that matters. now, you pathetic, little, worm! I have chosen to fight for my own kind! He proclaims, thrusting his giant fist into the air sending hunks of crusted blood off into the abyss.
“Demons will rule the earth once more,” Esterriol vows.
Dervish gurgles a failed response to Esterriol’s claim to power. He tries one last time to protest to his former friend as he sees that Esterriol has bent down to get his infamous weapon, his axe.
“Any last requests Cockroach?” he inquires with a hideous grin. He raises his axe to inflict the final blow to Dervish’s head.
Dervish gathers all of his remaining strength, his will to live, the strength to defeat his betrayer.
What was that spell? He tries to remember what his mentor taught him the very first year he had been with him.
His brain is whirring like the cogs in a clock that is out of wack. YES! IVE GOT IT! He finishes his thought process and screams a word that has crept back into his head after so many, long, years.
“BOMBARGIO!” He screams
Esterriol’s eyes grow wide, as he knows what it means. He begins to twitch, and then shudder, falls to the ground and thrashes hysterically as his body swallows itself whole and then explodes outward in a mess of limbs, intestines, organs, and other bodily objects.
Dervish lay there covered in blood! Disgusted, he vomits and every thing goes black!
Friday, February 5, 2010
creativity and me!
i find my self very creative! i love to be out of the ordinary! looking different is the thing i do the best! and my writting and poetry! absolutley wonky! i don't think creativity is marked by what class you are in or the way you look or how you talk or any thing specific! i think it is a matter how your friends, your parents every one who sees you, especially your self! no one really has a say in how creative or un creative you may or may not be! just be your self !! thats creativity!!!!
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