Thursday, April 18, 2013
thingy
Action of a supernatural type is always exciting, I have always enjoyed stories about demons and other spirits. The book City of Bones by Cassandra Clare has grabbed my attention already. THe mystery of the shadow hunters is quite exctiting, Jace is a shadow hunter that appears to Clary time after time and tell her breifly about what he does, he kills demons. Though he is invisible to all normal human beings. A world like that where I could have powers like in the story and go around killing demons would be a world that I would live in. Running around ridding the world of such evils as vampires and werewolves would be a fantastical thrill ride. The real world is boring and very uneventful, just imagine diving into a reality where supernatural powers are real and you can bend the rules of physics. I am only 47 pages in and can't think of anything
Thursday, February 28, 2013
Sugar Sugar
Sugar Sugar
My excitement is uncontrollable as this marvelous woman hands a bill to the cashier and walks with me out of the store. The destiny that awaits me is just around the corner, today I get to be beaten by sugar crazed children for their own personal enjoyment. I'm so excited! The mother sets me down in her room and starts stuffing my inside with candy, instantly a tingling sensation fills my shell. This feat of ecstasy lasts for another twenty minutes as I await the purpose of my creation.
"I can't wait for Michal to see this, hes always wanted one" said the anxious mother. She picks me up again and brings me downstairs, as we walk I admire the pictures of her and her family standing by the Eiffel Tower and of decorative fruit. As we approach the sliding glass door to enter the backyard, I can faintly hear the smacking sound of little children eating cake with their mouths open. Has their mothers ever taught them manners? That thought swiftly exits my mind as I get string stapled to my back and hoisted into the tree; man that staple kinda tickled. I've never experienced the feeling of being ticklish since my creation, but I now know that it isn't very pleasurable as the helium balloons told me in Frank's Dollar Store.
"Kids! Come outside!" excitingly yells the mother. Children sprint out of the house, eyes wide from the sugar high they were experiencing from the overabundance of birthday cake they just finished consuming.
"Wow mummy you're the best!" shouted a icing covered child who was obviously Michal. This is a rather nice scenario, excited children, the spring sun lightly warming the candy inside me; releasing the sweet smell of cheap hard candies and slightly melted chocolate. In single file the hyper kids line up for a thick stick in which to beat the tooth rotting goodness out of me. Finally! Every child takes a spot, surrounding me.
"Birthday boy goes first!" says the mother sternly. Michal winds up and gives me a good swing to the side. God that felt good. Like a pack of wild animals they all join in on a frenzy of strikes to my paper mache body. Whack whack whack; ngh this is the most pleasuring thing I've ever experienced, if I could feel heaven this would be it. Newspaper ripping and cracking of sticks is the only sound I hear, suddenly my body rips open; ow that actually kind of hurt. Time and space suddenly leaves my reality. Sound becomes droned and my sight fades like turning off an old television but in slow motion. Nothingness embraces me, the last thing I am aware of as I feel my body float away from my consciousness is
"Theres only four chocolates in here! That's so dumb!" The children and mother don;t even stop for a moment to think about what they ha just done. To them, I'm an inanimate object. No. This inanimate object had a soul.
My excitement is uncontrollable as this marvelous woman hands a bill to the cashier and walks with me out of the store. The destiny that awaits me is just around the corner, today I get to be beaten by sugar crazed children for their own personal enjoyment. I'm so excited! The mother sets me down in her room and starts stuffing my inside with candy, instantly a tingling sensation fills my shell. This feat of ecstasy lasts for another twenty minutes as I await the purpose of my creation.
"I can't wait for Michal to see this, hes always wanted one" said the anxious mother. She picks me up again and brings me downstairs, as we walk I admire the pictures of her and her family standing by the Eiffel Tower and of decorative fruit. As we approach the sliding glass door to enter the backyard, I can faintly hear the smacking sound of little children eating cake with their mouths open. Has their mothers ever taught them manners? That thought swiftly exits my mind as I get string stapled to my back and hoisted into the tree; man that staple kinda tickled. I've never experienced the feeling of being ticklish since my creation, but I now know that it isn't very pleasurable as the helium balloons told me in Frank's Dollar Store.
"Kids! Come outside!" excitingly yells the mother. Children sprint out of the house, eyes wide from the sugar high they were experiencing from the overabundance of birthday cake they just finished consuming.
"Wow mummy you're the best!" shouted a icing covered child who was obviously Michal. This is a rather nice scenario, excited children, the spring sun lightly warming the candy inside me; releasing the sweet smell of cheap hard candies and slightly melted chocolate. In single file the hyper kids line up for a thick stick in which to beat the tooth rotting goodness out of me. Finally! Every child takes a spot, surrounding me.
"Birthday boy goes first!" says the mother sternly. Michal winds up and gives me a good swing to the side. God that felt good. Like a pack of wild animals they all join in on a frenzy of strikes to my paper mache body. Whack whack whack; ngh this is the most pleasuring thing I've ever experienced, if I could feel heaven this would be it. Newspaper ripping and cracking of sticks is the only sound I hear, suddenly my body rips open; ow that actually kind of hurt. Time and space suddenly leaves my reality. Sound becomes droned and my sight fades like turning off an old television but in slow motion. Nothingness embraces me, the last thing I am aware of as I feel my body float away from my consciousness is
"Theres only four chocolates in here! That's so dumb!" The children and mother don;t even stop for a moment to think about what they ha just done. To them, I'm an inanimate object. No. This inanimate object had a soul.
Thursday, February 7, 2013
Superpower
Many people don't like who they are, they may not like how they look,
sound, or act. People may also feel down on themselves because the
don't have any special talents. Me being one of those people, I would
choose the ability to adopt any trait, skill, or ability I wanted. This
basically means I will have the power to act out or accomplish anything
that comes through my mind. Say I didn't like the way my leg giggled
when I walked up stairs; I could just think "nice legs" and I would have
perfect runway-worthy legs. If one day I was sitting on my couch
eating an unimaginable amount of candy corn (which I would now be able
to do now because I can make it so I never get sick or gain weight) and a
commercial came on for Canadian idle, I could then fantasize about
wanting a perfect, flawless, angel-like voice and it would happen. Many
bad things have happened in the world, it would be so astonishing if I
could just want the ability to time travel so I could right those
wrongs. I would be able to stop the 9-11 incident from happening. A
few months before it happens I would gain the skill to sculpt 1:1 scale
models of famous people and sell them, or go to vegas and do my one man
show of "the boy who could squeeze the juice out of everything" where I
would take inanimate objects and juice them with my hands (just because I
think that ability would be awesome) like rocks for money. Then I
would get onto that plane when I had enough money, ready to do my
thing. When the plane nears new york I would go into the pilot's cabin
and develop the skill of that Vulcan sleep squeeze thing Spock does in
star trek on the hijackers, then with ease I could want to obtain the
skill of flying planes and get people down safely. One thing this
mystical of mine can do to really save the world is give me the ability
of mind control; I would then travel to London, Ontario and use that to
make Justin Beiber's father use a condom. Speaking of saving the world,
my power could be used to turn filthy drinking water in third world
countries into clean drinking water, it could also be used to educate my
mind to come up with a cure for AIDS, cancer, and every terminal
illness the world has ever been stricken with. The list could go on
forever of what I could possibly achieve with this power. Fun would be
the main result of it, but the need to care for humanity would ensue
thereafter.
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