I decided

I’m posting every Sunday, with some exceptions.

…That’s all.

Changing the subject

The most frustrating thing in my life is being able to draw animals well enough to make up my own and draw them convincingly, but then filling up ten pages of my sketchbook with scratched-out attempts at the same human. I can’t even draw manga.

Quite frustrating.

I’m also very picky about pencils. To the point where I won’t even USE a pencil unless it’s Ticonderoga brand. I’m picky about everything, really. I like my pizza to have stretchy, melty cheese and juicy sauce. I retie both my shoes if one isn’t tight enough. I read first person books set either in the future or in a different world. I refuse to wear anything that’s any shade of pink. I could go on.

I’ve been called by a lot of people (including yours truly) the pickiest person in the world. I’ve also been called a hipster. And I don’t disagree with that, either.

I doubt you’ve heard of Poko Lambro, or Andy McKee, or Audiomachine, or Two Steps From Hell, and I doubt you’ve heard any Owl City besides Fireflies, or any Foster The People besides Pumped Up Kicks.

I’m really just writing down thoughts as I think them. How come I can write so well about myself, but fail at writing about anything else?

Quite frustrating.

By the way, if you want to know anything about any kind of bird, I will happily go on about them for two hours.

Why is it that I talk to people only when they ask me a question, but pour out everything on my blog?

Anyone who knows what autism is would probably know I have it.

This is starting not to make any sense. I should stop.

I’m off to fangirl about The Hunger games and doodle the characters obsessively.

Au revoir, mon amis!

 

More Minecraft

Yeeeaaahhh… I fail. But at least I tried.

Ready

“Wizard, are you ready?”

I was nervous, more nervous than I’d ever been. Master had trained me almost all my life, ever since I was orphaned. – I shuddered, I didn’t like to think about that.-  But now, it was time to put that training to the test.

“I am ready.” My opponent said, confidently. I wished I was that confident. He was tall and strong. He could’ve taken me down with only his strength. I was sure that this would end in  death, or something close to it. His Mentor was standing behind him, looking smug.

“Wizard, are you ready?” the refree looked at me.

Ready? I was hardly breathing! My eyes darted in all directions and I was sweating like mad. A thousand possibilities raced through my mind. I could be killed immediately, I could be punctured and bleed to death, the best-case scenario would’ve been that we both die, at this point.

Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder. “You can do this,” Master whispered to me. “I know you can.”

“How can you be sure?” I whispered back.

“Because you’re my apprentice.” He smiled warmly at me.

I turned back to my opponent and gulped. “I am ready.” I squeaked.

“Positions!” The refree barked.

We both immediately assumed the Wizard’s Stance, which meant turning to the side with back and legs straight, head and foot turned to opponent and front arm straight out.

“On my mark,” the refree put one arm between us.

I studied my opponent, looking for a weak spot, as Master told me to do at this point. But he was too big and too strong, and everything that could’ve been weak was heavily padded. But, wait… There! He was holding his foot wrong. I could easily trip him.

“Good luck.” Master winked at me.

“FIGHT!”

 

Destiny Chp.2

Chapter two

The figures took them to what looked like an overgrown hedge, but was, on closer inspection, guarded by more masked and well-camoflagued figures. They were let in. Chance noticed that the masks the guards, and their captors, wore, were of owl faces.

The boys were led into what seemed like some sort of tribe. It was full of men, women, and children, lots of children. But, more importantly, they were all dressed in feathers and masks.

They were all dressed like owls.

There were large tents here and there that the people seemed to live in, the one the man was taking them to was a deep, rich shade of red.

“My queen,” the man said once they were inside. “We found these boys in the forest.”

“I see,” the queen had a deep, silky voice. “And did you bring back any food?”

The man gulped. “Er…”

“We didn’t, my queen.” Said a small woman Chance thought he had seen when he and Kevin were captured.

The man looked at her in horror. “Hmm,” the queen said, as if mildly disapointed. “Tyto?”

A young man clad in golden feathers appeared. “My queen?”

The queen pointed at the man, who was backing away and shaking his head vigorously.

Tyto nodded and brought out some sort of blade that had been hidden in his wing. A few of the owl-people that were with the man immediately grabbed him and foced him into a kneeling position with his hands behind his back and his head bent down.

Tyto positioned the blade over the man’s neck. Chance thought he saw a tear escape from the victim’s mask.

Chance realized what was about to happen and looked away. What he heard was an agonizing scream and then a thump. When he looked back, he saw the man’s body laying awkwardly, lots of blood…

And the man’s severed head.

Chance saw the look on Kevin’s face and could immediately tell that he had watched the whole thing.

The small woman smirked. “I never liked Strix, anyway.”

The queen chuckled, as if the thought amused her. “Away,” she said simply. All those alive bowed their heads and left the tent. What was either a short man or a teenager gathered up Strix’s body first. Tyto picked up the head and carried it another way.

The queen looked at Kevin and Chance. “Do you speak?” she asked, carelessly.

“Um,” Chance said. “Hi, I’m Chance. Th-this is Kevin.” He gestured with his head, for his hands were still tied behind his back.

The queen seemed to notice this. “Nyctea,” she called, sharply. A woman in white and black feathers arrived. “Untie them.” Ordered the queen.

Nyctea did so. “Anything else?” she had a surprisingly high voice.

“No.” The queen said. “Leave.”

“My queen,” Nyctea bowed and left.

The queen turned back to the boys. She was a long-legged woman with a round mask. She wore brown feathers with beautiful white spots.

“I am Queen Athene,” she stood up. She had very long legs. “And you will be my prisoners.”

* * *

The dungeon was about what you would expect, cold, dark, dusty, mysterious slime dripping from the ceiling… Et cetera, et cetera.

They were tossed into a cell by two men, big like Strix.

“My glasses!” Kevin cried. “They broke my glasses!”

“It’s too dark to see, anyway.” Chance muttered.

“I can see perfectly fine,” said a voice. “I don’t know why you can’t.”

“Who are you?” Chance asked.

“Who are you?” it was a girl’s voice.

“I asked first.”

“Who’s First?”

“First in what?”

“You said you asked First,” she giggled. “I don’t know a First.”

Chance was annoyed, now.

“I like you.” Chance heard the slap of bare feet on stone as the girl spoke. “Who is the other one?”

“Hey!” Kevin retorted. “I’m not ‘the other one.’”

“Then who are you?” her voice was suddenly right behind him.

Kevin jumped. “Um,”

“Well?”

“K-Kevin.” He regained his confidence. “My name is Kevin.”

“What a strange name…” And without a sound, “What about you?” she was right behind Chance. “Do you have a name?”

Chance’s skin crawled. “Chance,” he said, trying to sound brave. After all, the voice, although it sounded innocent, could have been be the voice of a monster.

“Why are you frightened, human?” it asked.

Derp.

As you can see, I got a new theme.

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Impressions

Santa: What do YOU want for Christmas, little boy?

Soren: I want a puppy and a kitty and a fishie and a new bike…

Gylfie: …What are you talking about?

Ezylryb: *grunt* *eats caterpillar*

Ripred: *grunt* *picks teeth*

Ro: Is that a burn?

Zuko: Yeah…

Ro: Cool.

Soren: …And a pony and a hamster and a mousie and a birdie…

Ravenpaw: Hello? Remember me? The one who STILL DOESN’T HAVE A NAME?

Firestar: *wakes up* Huh? Oh right, a name. Let’s see, ummmm…

Scourge: RAH! *kills Firestar however many times*

Firestar: *dies however many times*

Ravenpaw: THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE! *jumps off a cliff*

Brambleclaw: lol so firestars dead so now im the thunderclan leaderrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr- *gets killed by Scourge*

Grayfoot: Food? Me want food. And cuddles. Cuddles is good. And food.

The rest of ThunderClan: Wait a minute, both our leader and deputy are dead, so… NOW WHO WILL LEAD US?! D:

Soren: … And a baby brother and a-

Santa: SHUT UP.

Jonathan: *says something nerdy*

Faith: *calls him nerdy for saying it then does something equally nerdy*

Owl: *is an owl*

Faith: OOOHITSANOWLITSSOCUTEBECAUSEITSANOWLANDOWLSARECUTEASDFGHJKL.

Kaylee: *facepalm*

Owl: *gets freaked out and flies away*

Abby: *Minecrafting away*

Ro: *grunt*

Leo: I like fish…

 

That’s it. I know it’s short, but I can’t think of anything.

 

 

Waves of Fire (Inspired by Audiomachine’s song of the same name)

There’s a fire going, and I find myself staring into it. Memories rush through my brain, of flames, of pain, of death. Screams. Horrible screams.

“Mama?” I felt agonizing pain all the way down my arm. “MAMA!!”

I clutch my head in my hands, I don’t want to remember.

Smoldering coals collapsed on top of me. Burns. Burns all over. I heard sirens. Terrible scents filled me. I could hardly breathe.

Make it stop! I start to rock back and forth. They keep coming.

My mother’s face enters my mind. Why? Why did her beautiful face have to be acsociated with such pain?

Cuts. Cuts and burns. I felt someone pick me up out of this pile of coals. It hurt, but who am I to complain?

“Where’s Mama?” I heard myself whimper.

“Your mommy’s fine,” the man who held me said, but I knew she wasn’t.

Stop it, stop it. That was ten years ago. But the memories keep flooding back.

The man brought me out of the bonfire that used to be my house. I took in a huge breath of the cold, fresh, November air. My burnt arm hung limply at my side.

“What happened?” I remember my grandfather asking before I blacked out.

Then reality hits me in the face. I gasp for air. Everything is blurry and I’m dizzy with emotion. I sway a bit and then everything goes black.

Well, then…

Played Portal. Hated it. Too nerve-wracking. I don’t like video games.

Don’t hate me! I’ll still like your nerdy Portal jokes! (you know who you are…)