Banished 12/15/2010

I have a small idea for a fantasy story involving being banished to an uninhabitable land and finding a lost princess there. It's a pretty cool story and, like most of my fantasy, is really about the little people behind the grand adventure and getting to know the entire town. Here's a little drabble from the begining.

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Banished. Just like that, my world was turned upside down and my existence was made meaningless. And for what? A crime I didn’t commit. Well, okay. I did commit the crime, but it was for really good reasons, I swear! One second I’m at the top of my game as a knight fighting dragons and searching for a lost princess, you know, the usual, and the next I’m being sent away to rot out the rest of my meaningless existence in a desolate land that kills even the most skilled of warriors, or so I’ve heard.

I looked at the judge, pleading, begging, anything but banishment! “I’ll be your maid for the rest of my life! I’ll buy you the best steeds in the entire world! I’ll trim your toe nails!” I thought I had him with that last one, considering the state of his nails as viewed through his sandals, but alas, fate would be that cruel.

“Jeremiah Axien Goodfellow, the punishment has been decided and by our old laws, we are unable to change our ruling.” He leaned closer, sneering the last part in obvious joy, “You would know that if you really were the upstanding citizen and guard you make yourself out to be.” He then sat up straight once more, wincing as if there were a foul odor in the air. “Take him to the dungeons. We’ll transport him first thing in the morning.”

He waved and two burly men planted themselves on either side of me, making sure I didn’t drop my pace on the way down the stone stairs into the dank bowels of the castle where prisoners were kept. “Funny, I’ve been putting people in here for ages. It’s a cruel irony that I should be staying here now, don’t you think?”

“Shut up and walk. If your lips weren’t flapping, we’d be there by now.” One of the guards grumbled. The other grunted his agreement as they grabbed me roughly, forcing me forward. Sheesh, considering all these guards usually see are terrified prisoners heading to their doom or raving mad men shouting for revenge, you think they’d be open to a little humor. Humor is how I tend to cope with, well, everything.

We finally arrived at my cell which looked exactly like all the other cells. They shoved me inside. “Dinner will be brought down in a few hours, then you might want to get some sleep. It’s a long journey to the cursed lands.” The guard that grunted chuckled, running a hand through his brown hair. He looked every bit like a bull that had cornered someone and was preparing to charge. 

They left, joking about my sentence more than likely, and I was left in a room full of people who didn’t like me. And oh how these people did not like me. Then again, I was the reason that they were here, more than likely. I couldn’t imagine myself being very popular after that factor. I spent the time until dinner listening as they called me every creative name in the book and wished upon me every torture in this world and hell.

untitled poem 11/30/2010

So many people have misinterpreted the meaning of this poem, but I'm glad they can see themselves in it. I'm still pretty proud of this one.

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I know there's a heaven and I know there's a hell,
sometimes where I'm going I can't even tell.
I try my hardest and try harder still,
but I keep falling while trying to climb that hill.
There's a part of me that is undeniable sin.
No matter how I try to change, I just can't win,
I've shed many a tear in my disgrace
I feel I have fallen out of the eternal race.
Yet it's not an unhappy feeling inside,
In fact this emotion makes me feel quite alive.
It's nothing like murder, lying, or theft
It's not coveting, jealousy, or major debt.
It's simple really, and something I don't expect to be returned,
I am in love, and for this I am spurned.
I fall from the graces towards the fires below.
Was it worth it? My answer is no.

But I can't change this part of me
because believe me, I've tried.
I try to keep it all inside
and oh how I've tried to hide,
but it's like hiding a walrus behind a chair.
You can deny all you want, but it's obviously there.

Kingdom Hearts BBS drabble 10/11/10

This is a story written because I loved the friendship between Isa and Lea, so I wrote this.

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"So let me get this straight," Isa paced in front of his fiery headed companion, holding a finger up for emphasis, "you want us to somehow scale the castle wall by using vines that may or may not be there and will somehow defy physics and support us, enter a window that we will randomly come across, ignoring the architecture of the actual building, and then make it down the probably heavily guarded halls into this tech lab that we're not even sure it has so you can make a copy of the internal memory, assuming of course that the computer isn't password protected, all so you can see the truth of something that is probably not even stored in the internal memory of said computer. Have I left anything out?"
Lea looked away. "Well, when you put it that way..." he trailed off, drawing invisible designs on the cobblestones of the street where he and Isa had been sitting, enjoying a sea salt ice cream. That is until he opened his mouth about his latest scheme.
"I'm not putting it any way other than the logical way. One of us has to think things through logically and it's certainly never been you." Isa folded his arms, glaring down at his friend, who avoided his eyes.
Lea sighed and laid back, watching the clouds dance in the sky as the wind escorted them towards a destination that they were ignorant to. To be one of those clouds... "I just really want that data," he admitted. He also admitted, though only in his mind, that his plan had been stupid from the get go, but he had hoped that today would be the one day Isa would have ignored reason in order to have some fun. The data would have been an added bonus to that.
"Why is this data so important to you?" Isa was curious, as ever since the local news had distributed a story about a new tech lab being built somewhere within the castle, his friend had spoke of nothing during his hair-brained adventure attempt but obtaining data from the lab.
Lea shrugged from where he was laying. "Curiosity, looking for some closure, etcetera." He waved the question away with no intention of a better explanation than the one he had given.
"Closure?" Isa turned. He knew his friend had an issue concerning the disappearance of his mother, but what kind of closure could he get from a computer that was locked inside the bowels of a castle. Isa decided not to press the issue as, even though it had been well over a year ago, it was still a sore spot for Lea.
"Yeah," Lea answered simply. "So much for that. You're probably right anyways, that computer would be impossible to get to, even for someone as cunning as you."
Isa stopped, slightly annoyed. He knew Lea would try to provoke him into compliance by questioning his intelligence, but damn it all if it didn't work every time. "Someone could be the most cunning, intelligent person in the world and they still could not break the laws of physics for a fantasy." He turned and disappeared down an alley leaving a confused and slightly hurt Lea behind him.
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Isa stared at the castle wall, glancing over his shoulder periodically to make sure no guards were approaching. Lea had been right about a latticework of vines covering a small position of the castle wall, but how would he climb it without seriously injuring or humiliating himself from a fall? As he continued staring at the wall, hoping for an answer to manifest, one surprisingly did. It came in the form of a little girl.
He heard the laughter before the shouts. Flattening himself against the wall, he chanced a peek at the commotion. His eyes widened as he realized the laughter had belonged to Kairi, a little girl whom many revered as their princess. She was currently bolting away from the castle with two burly guards chasing after her. "Kairi, please return at once!" One of the guards shouted after her in an indistinguishable accent. The other huffed as he ran, nearly out of breath.
"No!" she shouted, continuing her run like a rabbit being stalked by a hungry fox, though in contrast, she was enjoying this chase with childlike fascination. "Not until I find her!" Whatever was said next, Isa missed. His curiosity was killing him, but he thought it best not to follow, especially when the doors to the castle were not only completely unguarded, but slightly open. He looked around, making certain no guards would jump out, and made his way nonchalantly inside.
Inside, the halls sprawled every which way. It was like a maze. "Hmm," he mused to himself, "apparently Lea was right about one thing." As he wandered he noticed that the halls were surprisingly unguarded. He also humored the thought that he had gotten further than Lea and he ever had when they had tried infiltrating the castle together. Although, he couldn't say it was due to his intelligence as he had just gotten surprisingly lucky.
The castle was a point of wonder for the boys, which is why they always tried to sneak inside. They would sometimes hear rumors about happenings inside its walls, but the rumors usually cropped up when there was nothing else to gossip about in town and so they were probably more myths bred from boredom than anything. Whether true or not, they served to continually pique the boys' curiosity. Every kingdom had their secrets, and it was this that drove Isa to do stupid things at the whim of his best friend. It wasn't even that Lea was always stupid so much as eager to get to the end results and so skimping on the means to get there. Isa liked to think everything through before working, though he realized he followed Lea simply because he didn't like giving the orders himself. Some people were born to be leaders and others were born to follow along, giving importance to the leader. Isa preferred the latter more and his friend fulfilled the former.
Isa shook his head, clearing his mind as he continued along slowly and soundlessly through the grandiose halls. They had never been inside the castle before and he caught himself staring around in awe. It wasn't that civilians were never allowed inside, but it was a rare happenstance as they wanted to protect those inside from any harm. Finally the twisting hallways brought him to a door. He had no idea how he'd gotten there and was certain he probably couldn't find his way back, so he entered slowly. He closed the door carefully behind him, jumping slightly when it clicked into place. He held his breath waiting for several minutes which seemed to span hours. No one came.
He exhaled and continued on his way. Slightly down the hall, he noticed a large office with open door. There were papers scattered everywhere on the desk and floor. The man sitting at the desk sighed, tossing another paper aside. On the wall in front of him hung a portrait of, Isa assumed, himself. He was slightly tanned with silver hair and wearing the standard castle lab coat. If there was a scientist here, then he must be heading in the right direction towards the lab. He snuck by the door quiet as a mouse and just as he assumed he was in the clear, "Braig?"
The voice made him jump. He lost his balance on the slick tiled floor and fell over with a thud. "Braig, is that you?"
Isa felt it'd be ridiculous at this point to pretend that no one was there after all the commotion he'd made. "No." A simple answer. He picked himself off the floor as he waited for a reply, his heart hammering in his chest.
"Oh," the man said disappointed, "well, if you see Braig, can you tell him to come here? I'm having a slight miscalculation."
"Sure." Straight and to the point. Sighing in relief, he continued forward, only to hear footsteps behind him. He paused for a second before continuing along; thinking it better than facing what was behind him. He ducked into another open room and hid behind a cabinet inside. The room was dark and empty. The footsteps stopped outside the door. Isa counted, trying hard not to think about whatever had followed him in hopes that this would make it leave. No such luck.
The lights turned on and the footsteps continued inside. There was no point in hiding anymore at this point, so he abandoned his spot beside the cabinet and strolled towards the man. He was the same one from the office. "I thought the voice belonged to an outsider." The man surveyed him with eerily yellow eyes. Isa didn't flinch, staring intently back. "Though I applaud you for coming this far. What brings you hear, may I ask?"
He was nice, but Isa refused to let his guard down, "Curiosity," he answered truthfully, though he failed to mention it was the curiosity of his friend.
"Hmm," The man considered him, pacing around the room. He then walked over to the door and shut it, clicking the lock into place. Isa felt a chill creep up his spine, but he ignored it, standing tall. "Curiosity of what? There is a lot to be curious about within these walls, but rarely does this curiosity bring one to infiltrate it. Even rarer is the person actually successful." He paced, hand to his chin. "You're a gifted youth." It was odd hearing someone call him gifted. Usually people only referred to Lea this way as the boy had the memory of an elephant and was decently gifted in combat. Intelligence was never really noticed by their other friends or the adults. Isa relaxed his posture slightly. The man smiled. "Tell me, what is it that you're seeking?"
Isa looked up at the man who appeared to have no intentions of hurting him, despite confining him to the room. "Data from the new lab," he responded, looking straight into the man's eyes.
The man chuckled. "Is that all? There's not much there yet, as the data is still in the process of being moved, but why? There are so many valuables in this building and information on things that most could not possibly fathom and you come seeking something so humble. The new lab, as I'm sure you know, is only a catalog of the people who have lived or are currently living in this world as well as visitors, a census if you will. It's nothing interesting, no dirt for black mail or gossip fodder, so why?"
Isa considered for a moment why he was seeking such data still. This was his adventure into the inner workings of the castle and yet he still held Lea's request as his reason. He supposed friendship would do that to you. "Closure," he finally replied.
"I see," the man looked away from him at a poster on the wall depicting a creature Isa had never seen before. "Stay here," he commanded, and swiftly left the room.
Isa leaned against the wall, studying the poster as he waited. The smart thing would have been to leave right now, but for some reason he stayed. It wasn't only his curiosity, but the man himself. He felt drawn to him. It wasn't only the way he had acknowledged Isa's strongpoint, but the fact that he was met with respect. Never once was he talked down to as if a child nor were his replies met with complaining or a hurt stare as often was the case with Lea. He knew he could be short and considered rude, but that was never his intention and his friend understood this better than anyone. It still didn't prevent the look of hurt from clouding his features.
Finally, the door clicked back open. Isa looked up to see the man smiling, holding out a disc. Isa stared at it incredulously. Had the man really retrieved the data he needed instead of summoning troops to take him away? Isa readily accepted this gift. "Thanks," he said, still in shock. The man smiled at his expression.
"I give this to you with the request that you don't show it to anyone, not your parents or your friends." Isa nodded furiously, his strong demeanor forgotten as the fruit of his labor lay resting in his palms. "Also, I have but one request of you. Well, two actually."
"Sure!" Isa said without hesitation.
"First, what is your name?" the man asked.
"It's Isa." That was a simple request, though one he felt should be reciprocated. "May I ask yours?"
"I'll answer you after you answer me. When the time comes, I will need you and your friends to help me. I need those with special gifts like yours. You see, we're working on an experiment and we may need more volunteers in the future. Would you be willing to do this?"
"Sure," Isa nodded. This seemed like a good request. Another chance to enter and explore the castle seemed more like another gift than a request. He would, of course, bring Lea. He wouldn't imagine sharing the experience with anyone else, plus if their intelligence were to be measured against each other, Isa may come out to be even smarter. Perhaps he could even work at the lab one day alongside this man. Isa had always secretly dreamed to become a scientist at the castle, working towards some secret goal that he would finally be a part of instead of speculating about outside in the town. This had always been a pipe dream, though, as he was only a commoner and very few if any ever received jobs within the castle.
"Now that you have answered me, I'll answer you. As for my name, please, call me Ansem."
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Lea walked the streets, kicking at an abandoned ice cream stick on the ground. Isa had been away all day; could he really be that mad from his jab? He had always joked with his friend in this manner, though. The sky was growing dark and soon Lea would be forced to return home for the day. Then again, it was no fun without his partner in crime at his side, so he turned to make the trek back to his house. When he did so, he nearly collided with his blue-haired friend. "Isa!" he shouted, grinning ear to ear.
Isa smiled back, hands behind his back. "Lea, how much do you appreciate me?"
"Huh?" Lea looked at his friend in surprise, "what kind of question is that? I appreciate you a lot, man. You're my best friend, after all. Heck, today without you yelling at me or getting in trouble with me was so boring. I'll take our failed adventures any day over being alone."
"Hmm," Isa thought, "I guess that answer will have to do."
"Do for what?" Lea asked as the answer was shoved into his hands. A disc glinted in his palms. "What?" He was shell-shocked.
Isa turned, not looking his friend in the eye. This made lying easier. "I only managed to grab two files before I was caught, but I made sure to grab the important ones first, so I think you'll find them helpful."
"Wait, did you..." Lea trailed off, staring at Isa's back with wide eyes. The next thing Isa knew, he was wrapped into his friend's strong arms in a bear hug. "No way! How did you...? Oh man!" Lea was speaking too fast to make sense, lost in his euphoria. Isa smiled, enjoying the embrace for a moment before making his usual protesting.
"Hey, cut that out," Isa brushed himself off as Lea stepped back, rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment. "Anyways, you better check it out." He pulled out a small portable computer from his messenger bag. Together the two crowded around it as Lea loaded the disc.
On screen were two names. One matched that of his mother. Lea made an indiscernible noise as he looked at the name. The other was "Ventus?" Lea asked, remembering the blonde boy who they'd met nearly a year ago.
"I thought you might want to know what happened to him. I know you two hit it off and we haven't seen him at all. I figured you could use closure for that, too." Isa looked away. Lea's expression softened as he opened the file.
"Thanks man, you don't know how much this means." Isa smiled, nodding at his friend. "You know you're going to have to tell me about your adventures! How did you even get in the castle or find this data?"
"Tomorrow," Isa agreed as the two sat poring over the two files. Little did Lea know that the rest were tucked safely away in Isa's room. Little did Lea know just what his friend had unwittingly promised them into. Little did Lea know just what had occurred from his simple need for closure, but at the moment none of that mattered to either of them as they looked forward to their next adventure, spurred on by today's success.

flower writing doodle 8/30/2010

I rather like how this came out. I have no idea where I was going with it, though. I'll need to actually get an idea around this should I ever want to finish.

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There were dead flowers everywhere. It was the first thing she noticed when she entered the gates and the last as she stepped inside the old mansion. Being a gardener, she didn't think to admire the grand, yet slightly disarrayed appearance of the house or the fact that rolling hills painted the background. Nope, just the flowers. "Hello?" she called out nervously. She clutched her bag in front of her to keep from wringing her hands as she often did when she was very aware of herself.

A tall, rather lanky man appeared in the hallway. From his attire, it was obvious that he was the hired help. "Please do hand me your coat and hat madam. My master is waiting for you in the parlor to your right." She nodded, obliging immediately. She removed her green overcoat and slid her matching hat off her peppered hair. As she handed it to the help, she noticed that the daisy she had secured through the ribbon tied around the middle was wilted.

"What is this place?" she wondered aloud.

"This is Harken's manor," a voiced boomed from the parlor. She jumped and then quickly scurried into the room as the help disappeared back to where ever he had come from. In front of her a man with a rather large nose and sunken, tired eyes. He appeared to be young, but his dreary black suit and pale skin marred this. If she hadn't read the letter that called her to this place beforehand, she would have assumed he was of the same age as her. "And I am Mr. Harken."

She hesitated before nodding her head in a show of respect. "Pleased to meet you. I'm Penny Greensend." She made no move to offer her hand and neither did Mr. Harken.

"Please sit," he motioned to a chair in front of him. Beside it was a vase of fake roses. Penny took the chair as he spoke again. "As I'm sure you noticed when you came in, the flowers need tending to. I've tried many gardeners, but none were capable of bringing lilies to life in my yard, or anything else for that matter. The last one mentioned you and said that you have such a talent for flowers that your house puts Central Park to shame. Is this true?"

Penny thought for a second, "I suppose it is, although I wouldn't be so bold as to all it better than the flowers at the park."

"How humble," Mr. Harken smirked, clasping his hands in front of him as he leaned forward. "I'm delighted that you responded so quickly to my letter. Of course, money is no issue so I can pay you what you like if you are able to get lilies to grow once more in the gardens in front of my manor. The butler can assist you with any tools you should need and you're free to come in for a drink or nourishment as you see fit. I only ask that you stay in the kitchen, garden, and the shed and away from the rest of the house as I'm a rather private person and enjoy my space. I'm sure you can understand such wishes." Penny nodded as Mr. Harken stood. "When can you start?"

"Well, I have nothing else to do today."

He smiled. "Good. Mr Wing!" Harken snapped his fingers and the help came lumbering into the room. "Lead Ms. Greensend to the shed in the back. Show her where the gardening tools are." He nodded and gently guided her into the kitchen and from there through a side door. He waved her on her way and retreated back into the manor.

Penny saw the shed in the back. It was nearly the size of her small house. What she assumed was once a dogwood tree leaned against the shed, dead or nearly there judging by the way a tiny green leaf still clung stubbornly to one of its branches. "Five gardeners have already tried to tame this land, but nothin' ever grows." His voice was, she now noticed, heavily accented. Judging by his mop of ginger hair, she assumed he was Irish, but didn't deem it apropriate to ask.

"Why is that?" she asked curiously.

"Dunno. Mr. Harken is, as he told you, a very private person. Even I'm not allowed in a good majority of the rooms." Mr, Wing reached into his pocket and pulled out a large ring of keys. "He gave me the keys to all the rooms, though, but I don't dare cross him. He seems the type to not be very forgiving." He sorted through the keys before settling on a larger one. He opened the lock of the shed and opened the doors. "I should have the master make you a set for the kitchen and shed, well if you last as our gardener that is. None ever do beyond a few days."

She looked over the bags of fertalizer and pesticide. There was a box of lily bulbs and several other seed packets tossed haphazardly onto a shelf. On the wall hung tools of various sizes and types for gardening. "He sure has everything covered, it seems, although I think I may have to bring in some of my own fertalizer and such as I'm not familiar with this stuff here."

"I'll ask the master if that's okay. I'll go ahead and leave you to this, just lock the door behind you and stay on track." Penny waved as Mr. Wing lopped back to the manor. She sized up a few hoes and spades before selecting a few satisfactory ones. She grabbed a bag of fertalizer so she could examine it and the box of bulbs. She pushed the door closed behind her and juggled the load in her arms as she locked the door back then headed to the front and set to her work.

Very short Pokemon drabble 7/13/2010

This features my original character Kaida. She has a huge back story and not the best life, but she eventually discovers herself and sets out for a new land. This is just a mall drabble I wrote for an experiment...or something.

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It was something more grand than I could comprehend. Above me, the stars twinkled and the moon cast its light on the lake water below. Along the lake's surface snoozed several surskit and a few Volbeat flashed flirtatiously to a group of gathered Illumise as the hoots of Noctowl perched in the trees created a score for the activities of the night. Those who cast this time as a metaphor for death have never truly experianced nightfall. It's brimming with just as much life as the day and in my opinion, the stars in the sky are much more beautiful than the cotton puffs of the day. I laid back in the cool grass, closing my eyes. I heard a rustle behind me and then a few sorrowful notes. It seemed a band of Kricketot and Kricketune were gracing me with a performance tonight.

I listened as they strummed out their emotions in a way words could never portray. I sighed, jealous. It would be so easy if I could only release my emotions in such a way, but I've never been musically inclined and I would be more likely to stare at a peice of paper at a loss for words than compose them into poetry. The only way I knew how to express myself was through battle. I picked a pokeball from my belt and stood up. The Kricketune band stopped playing at my disturbance and hopped away. The Kircketot chattered to themselves and considered me to see if I was a threat. I threw my pokeball into the air and they scattered as well. Suddenly the night had become more still.

My Banette stood before me, hugging the doll it carried close. It was still attached to the doll it was born from and I had no intention of ever changing that. After all--I looked at the fading brown stripe dyed in my hair--I was the same way. "Bay?" Banette looked up at me, expectent for a command. I had none to give. I was even at a lose when it came to battling at the moment.

Silent Hill drabble 5/25/2010

I wrote this based on events between games 1 and 3. I love Silent Hill and the relationship between Heather and her  father Harry. I pretty much love all of Silent Hill and the universe. I would love to make a psychological story like that. Anyways, that's neither here nor there. For now, here's what I wrote.

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Harry stared blankly at the TV where some show--sports or something--was on commercial break. He was slumped in his old arm chair glancing anxiously at the door every few seconds. She should have been home by now. The show's announcer shouted words that held no meaning for him as a crowd cheered. He turned the power off and rushed over to the phone. He would start down the line. There was a list of numbers he would methodically call whenever she was late. First was the local police and then the hospital, followed by the mother of some friend. Last was the police station in Brahams. He had never had to call down to that number and prayed he never did because if he did, it would probably be too late.

"Hello, Ashfield Police," the voice on the other end answered, sounding bored, "how can I help you?"

"My daughter's missing. She was supposed to be home twenty minutes ago." Harry said urgently into the receiver.

"Sir, we can't file a missing person's case over just twenty minutes. How old is she?"

"My daughter's sixteen and--"

"Oh, a teenager," the police officer on the other end chuckled.

"You don't understand. Heather's not like this." Harry leaned against the wall.

"Sir, every parent doesn't want to think their child could be a wild party girl, but trust me, she's probably so busy hanging out that she let the time slip away. If you don't hear anything in another hour or so, then you can call us again."

"Hey wait!" Harry shouted as the officer hung up. He growled in frustration and began punching in the numbers for the hospital. The phone had started to ring when the door handle turned and in slinked his little girl.

"Hello, Ashfield general," another bored voice asked. Harry placed the receiver back on the cradle and glared at his daughter with narrowed eyes.

"Sorry Dad," she looked away, shifting under his glare uncomfortably. "I missed my bus because I dropped my bag and the wind decided that it would steal my essay." Heather laughed nervously.

Harry sighed. It wasn't her fault that he was so uptight. He reached forward and pulled her into his embrace. She breathed in deeply, hugging him back. "It's okay. I just worry about you."

"I know," Heather said as she turned towards her room. "Oh, the library had pizza for the children today and I stole a few slices, so you don't have to worry about making dinner tonight." With that, she entered her room and closed her door behind her.

Harry couldn't help but smile. She was always looking out for him as much as he did for her. It wasn't either of their faults that they were in the situation they were in even if in the begining he had blamed her. This child had come from the world of someone's nightmareish delusions brought to life and it was his job to keep her safe. He may have hated her in the begining for not being his little Cheryl, but now she had grown to be something even more and he loved her more every day. Her spirit shined through and she was a daughter any father would feel lucky to have, especially him, especially after what it took to get her.

Harry began whistling to himself as he pulled a microwave meal from the freezer.

drabble of some sort 5/8/2010

I don't even know why I wrote this or the purpose or anything, but here it is.

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The stars were bright that night. I remember it well. Unlike here, the city lights were covered and provided merely an ambiant glow to guide the way rather than a blazing flash of white that drowned out the sky. I wanted to mention that to her, but it seemed redundant. She had grown up here in this city rather than the bustling metropolis I'd come from. The whole city was gorgeous and it was filled with music and fetivities rather than speeding cars and police sirens. How could she want to leave all of this? I hadn't even been here two days and I'd already fallen in love. With more than the miasta setting.

"Are you sure you want to leave?" I turned to her. Her eyes were on an accordian player, pulling and pushing his instrument. Polka music streamed from its bellows to the amusement of the gathered crowd. In front of him, a cup full of gold coins glinted in the street light. A few of the people had started to dance and the rest clapped along to the beat.

"Yes." She said simply. She turned to me and smiled. "Don't worry."

"But it's so peaceful here. Where I come from, I'd give anything for this." I leaned on the railing of the balcony we were standing on. It overlooked the square and offered the perfect view of everything. I almost wished I was just one of the normal civilians dancing without a care in the world rather than what I was. What we were.

"This has been my home for so long. I think I'm ready to leave." She walked over and stood beside me, leaning on the railing as well.

"It's a big risk. What if we don't come back to Krakow?"

She went to say something and then paused. I looked beside me and she was gone. I only worried for a second before I felt reassuring arms encircle me. "You took a big risk coming here." I closed my eyes and breathed in. The scent of her, cinnamin with a hint of apple, filled me. I felt tears come to my eyes. I turned in her arms so I was facing her and hugged her back. "It's going to be fine."

"Yeah," I sighed, tears coming to my eyes. "I just...What if people won't let us be? What if something goes wrong? This whole thing, what if --" She put a finger to my lips.

"You worry too much." And then to make sure I wouldn't continue with the what-if's, she brought her lips to mine.

There would be lots of worries and trials on the way. I knew this beyond a doubt. For right now, though, we had this moment to hold and it would be there to carry us along whatever we would face along the way.

Wenn ich war König von Deutschland

I wrote this for German class. It amuses me still.

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          Wenn ich war König von Deutschland ich zuerst würde überfallen Polen. Nachdem, den ich keine mehr Länder überfallen würde, die so andere Nationen Krieg gegen Deutschland nicht führen würden. Dann würde ich Polen ‚Deutschland 2‘ nennen aber ich würde sie verwandeln ihre Währung zu Euros nicht machen. Ich würde eine Partei für alle von Polen und Deutschland werfen. Befreien Sie Bier und befreien Sie Nintendo Wiis würde gegeben werden zu jedem.

           Jeden Freitag würden die Leute alberne Hüte tragen. Ich würde die ganzen Videospiele kaufen die ich je habe gewollt und spielt sie jeden Tag. Nachdem, der ich die Stadt von ‚Silent Hill‘ in Luxemberg neu erschaffen würde. Verbrecher würden dort geschickt werden, für ihre Verbrechen zu bereuen.

           Ich würde Halloween Deutschland einführen. Ich lassen bauen eine Disney Welt in Berlin zu vermehren Tourismus. Dann würde ich marschierend Band steht zur Verfügung in Schulen machen. Die obersten marschierenden Bänder würden für mein Vergnügen konkurrieren. Ich würde das oberste Band mit freier Wurst für ein Jahr. Der Gewinner würde Karten zu einem Rammstein Konzert erhalten. Auch würde ich Anita Campitelli befreit Konzertkarten für eine hundert Jahre geben.

           Ich würde einen Volkswagen Beetle kaufen. Ich würde die Welt mit meinen Freunden reisen. Dann würde mich ich mit dem Leiter jedes Landes treffen und würde das gute Wort von Deutschland ausbreiten. Ich würde zurückkehren und die Leute würden sich freuen und würden mir Abendessen kaufen. Ich würde dann jene Person befreit Speise für immer geben.

           Deutschland wäre ein Land der Glücks und Festlichkeit. Ich hoffe meine Zeit, als König gute Erinnerungen mit den Leuten verlassen würde.

Reverse Rain Poem 3/10/2010

This poem goes with a short story I wrote.

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You live your life through others lies
You see only what you want
hidden
Like a daffodil that never blooms
You aren't even sleeping are you?
Gave up on that a long time ago.
drifting
The shadows you live in flicker
A candle flame dancing.
The wax burns your hand.
You aren't used to the heat are you?
raining
Your life drizzles slowly by.
Images dance in the distant light.
Do you hear them calling out to you?
Their voices compose your symphony.
forever
Blood-stained hands mark your path
You can't give back a wasted life.
Nothing left to see.
tired
So why worry now?
You've earned this.
sleep