Step Two: Slay a Dragon
I opened my eyes to the sound of absolutely nothing. Vision blurred, and then cleared ever so slowly. I could see a fuzzy shape of a head above me, which turned into a face I knew, and didn't.
"How are you feeling?" The face asked, in a voice gruff enough to be caught and used to get rid of rust.
"Like ten thousand kinds of crap," I replied, wincing. I sat up and took stock: I was seated in a rather nice bed, in a room I didn't recognize. Pain blossomed all over me and I nearly passed out again.
"Easy, easy boy, you took quite a hit there." The face got up and helped me lie back down on the bed. I looked at it agai
Step One: Find a Teacher
Pashmina Colt was one of the most beautiful girls in sophomore year, if you know what I'm saying. Not only was she pretty and smart and oh so witty with the retorts, she made out with Darren Hamilton behind the staff room during lunch. Of course, Darren wasn't thinking too much of that; he was more preoccupied with the softness and the hair and the squirming, giggling lips that were right in front of him. Man, she was good (not that Darren knew what he was thinking, as he was more of an uneducated virgin than I presume you readers are.) and man, this felt fantastic.
Darren was one of those people who was used to thi
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How to Save the World - Pre
The man crawled across the beaten, bloodied ground. He whimpered at the sight of so many dead. So many loved ones, going home empty. So many prophecies, staying unfulfilled. He lent a cry to the dark red sky of this awful, awful world. Where was the fairness? Where were the idioms he used to love, about how it's never too late, it's not over till it's over, time doesn't stop, the play does not finish until the fat lady sings, mistakes are worth making; where were all of those? Gone. Gone, gone, gone...
He collapsed on the dead earth, too beaten, too broken to crawl any further. And as the end credits of his life started to scroll, and the fi
Step Two: Slay a Dragon
I opened my eyes to the sound of absolutely nothing. Vision blurred, and then cleared ever so slowly. I could see a fuzzy shape of a head above me, which turned into a face I knew, and didn't.
"How are you feeling?" The face asked, in a voice gruff enough to be caught and used to get rid of rust.
"Like ten thousand kinds of crap," I replied, wincing. I sat up and took stock: I was seated in a rather nice bed, in a room I didn't recognize. Pain blossomed all over me and I nearly passed out again.
"Easy, easy boy, you took quite a hit there." The face got up and helped me lie back down on the bed. I looked at it agai
Step One: Find a Teacher
Pashmina Colt was one of the most beautiful girls in sophomore year, if you know what I'm saying. Not only was she pretty and smart and oh so witty with the retorts, she made out with Darren Hamilton behind the staff room during lunch. Of course, Darren wasn't thinking too much of that; he was more preoccupied with the softness and the hair and the squirming, giggling lips that were right in front of him. Man, she was good (not that Darren knew what he was thinking, as he was more of an uneducated virgin than I presume you readers are.) and man, this felt fantastic.
Darren was one of those people who was used to thi
How to Save the World - Pre by weasilish, literature
Literature
How to Save the World - Pre
The man crawled across the beaten, bloodied ground. He whimpered at the sight of so many dead. So many loved ones, going home empty. So many prophecies, staying unfulfilled. He lent a cry to the dark red sky of this awful, awful world. Where was the fairness? Where were the idioms he used to love, about how it's never too late, it's not over till it's over, time doesn't stop, the play does not finish until the fat lady sings, mistakes are worth making; where were all of those? Gone. Gone, gone, gone...
He collapsed on the dead earth, too beaten, too broken to crawl any further. And as the end credits of his life started to scroll, and the fi
Video blogs take up too much time. I've been editing this one monster all week. (Couple that with the fact that I'm taking full advantage of my pity-party refugee status and am acting extra lazy, I've been doing almost nothing...)
But all of that will change! Some friends and I are planning a writing contest for July, more details on that later, and I've also done a mad group-joining dash, and this time I WILL PARTICIPATE IN THE GROUPS. That's another bad habit of mine, not participating...
Loves to everyone and I will be posting a deviation soon!
:peace:
*Weasil
My house is nothing more than a small black spot on the ground. All my comics and books and writings not on my laptop are gone.
BUT NONE OF THAT MATTERS BECAUSE I GOT INTO THEATRE SCHOOOL AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ~yaayplz (https://www.deviantart.com/yaayplz) :iconhappyforeverplz: :iconiluplz: :iconjoyplz: :iconexplosionofhappyplz:
I've already got into rez, so that's taken care of!
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EDIT: Aww no explosion of happy. :iconsadtardplz:
Also Hiromu Arakawa, the creator of FULLMETAL FREAKIN ALCHEMIST, is gonna be in Calgary during the ComicCon!! If only I weren't poor and busy (I'm gonna be a counselor at a camp for July) I would totally go the
So. This is new. Journal writing format thing changed. Cool.
Anyways, it is now T-minus 20 minutes before the big Screnzy kick off and may I say I am already absolutely exhausted. Staying up until midnight is probably not a good idea when I've not been sleeping well all week (nightmares about moose and all that)
So mainly this is a journal to get that old one from NaNo off my page and in hiding where it belongs.
Also: I found Animorphs ebooks! Am totally getting my booknerd on atm!!
[also I met Jeffery Straker at a library fundraiser the other night and holy moly can the man rock a vest :heart: ]