Saturday, January 8, 2011
And thus the Two lay for eternity.
Jack Michaelson Wrote through the 26th chapter, on the 13th paragraph on the 102nd page wrote the last word in the page "And he burst through the door" He then put down his new quill, packed up and headed to his room.
His whole house was full of books from children to young adult to adult to non fiction to fiction, all except his room, he filled it with trophys of his travels on the left he head several mounted animals. From Alpacas to Zebras, on his right several random things, Swords, Antiques, Guns, still loaded witht he original ammo, and several random other things.
and in front of his bed was a large, Vintage Fireplace crackling loudly there was 3 loud knocks, he went to the door and opened, it was his brother, Rick Michaelson "I told you not to come here, im not giving you money." Jack said. "At least let your brother sit down, we are related, after all." He replied, Trying to sound happy "Fine come to my bedroom its got a new television set after all, First Colour ever, i didnt think they'd make colour much after 1946, but they did." Jack said proudly, they walked up to the room, the tv above the fireplace, "You know why i'm here and before you say no i have to show you something." Rick then without hesitation Pulled out a gleaming gun.
"How many times have i told you," Said Jack, pulling a Gun from his shelf. "No!" He said then shooting him in the stomach, "He always was a worthless pile of junk," He said, he looked down and There lay his brother lay meant to be still but he pulled up his gun, and shot, And thus the Two lay for eternity.
His whole house was full of books from children to young adult to adult to non fiction to fiction, all except his room, he filled it with trophys of his travels on the left he head several mounted animals. From Alpacas to Zebras, on his right several random things, Swords, Antiques, Guns, still loaded witht he original ammo, and several random other things.
and in front of his bed was a large, Vintage Fireplace crackling loudly there was 3 loud knocks, he went to the door and opened, it was his brother, Rick Michaelson "I told you not to come here, im not giving you money." Jack said. "At least let your brother sit down, we are related, after all." He replied, Trying to sound happy "Fine come to my bedroom its got a new television set after all, First Colour ever, i didnt think they'd make colour much after 1946, but they did." Jack said proudly, they walked up to the room, the tv above the fireplace, "You know why i'm here and before you say no i have to show you something." Rick then without hesitation Pulled out a gleaming gun.
"How many times have i told you," Said Jack, pulling a Gun from his shelf. "No!" He said then shooting him in the stomach, "He always was a worthless pile of junk," He said, he looked down and There lay his brother lay meant to be still but he pulled up his gun, and shot, And thus the Two lay for eternity.
On the note of this Blog....
This blog is a bunch of Storys, Poems, Songs, Or other ramblings, the Stories will only have Sequels rarely, so on that note Have a good day.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Vengeance
He stood on the edge of a modern day village, the Christmas lights flickering merrily. He pulled out his gun one thing pulsed in his head, Revenge. He walked down the street of his familys killer, "Lives are like candles," He thought. "They flicker and die out, or some idiot blows them out." His fist tightened its grip on the gun, they had destroyed his christmas wish, His family. Now he would destroy the one thing he had after 4 years in prison, Him and his family.
"4 years, Thats nothing to replace a lifetime" He mumbled, he reached the door, holding his gun tight he knocked. "Who is it?" A womens voice said from inside,
"Mailman!" he yelled "I'm here to deliver a package to the... Hondralack family?" he yelled to the women "Yeh, and that package is death" He thought A woman Opened the door, he held the gun high and shot.
She fell to the floor lifeless, a child followed around 6 years old, He shot, she fell to the floor, a boy followed around ten years old "Whats going on?" he asked and those where his last words, he then fell to the floor lifeless, A man came up next, he pulled out his knife and stabed him through the heart.
"This," He thought, "Is Vengeance"
"4 years, Thats nothing to replace a lifetime" He mumbled, he reached the door, holding his gun tight he knocked. "Who is it?" A womens voice said from inside,
"Mailman!" he yelled "I'm here to deliver a package to the... Hondralack family?" he yelled to the women "Yeh, and that package is death" He thought A woman Opened the door, he held the gun high and shot.
She fell to the floor lifeless, a child followed around 6 years old, He shot, she fell to the floor, a boy followed around ten years old "Whats going on?" he asked and those where his last words, he then fell to the floor lifeless, A man came up next, he pulled out his knife and stabed him through the heart.
"This," He thought, "Is Vengeance"
Skulgirl of insanity
Skulgirl this brief thing is for you many people say your as mad as a hatter...
NO ONE IS AS MAD AS THE HATTER!
but you come pretty close sometimes so here you go.
I walk down the street full of normal people on a normal day but in the crowd a hatappears under it a woman followed by a cat.
she invites me over for dinner at 12, at the place where she dwells.
I Accept The woman seemed quite quaint.
When i enter her house the thing that stands out is The Paint,
Yes The Paint!
It Shows all Hues, Blue, Green and Yellow!
Then she chirped out "Well hello young fellow!"
She pulled out two plates as we sat on two stools.
"Heres your meal eat it before it cools!"
I stared at the plate, she must be a fool!
it was empty, EMPTY! then i screamed "I have no more sanity!"
then a cheshire cat chirp at the corner, "Insanity here is as common as Humanity"
Then i realised she wasnt as mad as a Hatter.. She was the Hatter!
But if she was th hatter she must be able to do the Futterwacken!
"Oh miss what is your favourite dance?"
"The Futterwacken Of Course!"
And then she unravelled the most amazing dance jigging and flipping without remorse.
And from this day on i consider normal insane and insane normal.
this is on the note of skulgirl being as mad as a hatter, and some say she is.
NO ONE IS AS MAD AS THE HATTER!
but you come pretty close sometimes so here you go.
I walk down the street full of normal people on a normal day but in the crowd a hatappears under it a woman followed by a cat.
she invites me over for dinner at 12, at the place where she dwells.
I Accept The woman seemed quite quaint.
When i enter her house the thing that stands out is The Paint,
Yes The Paint!
It Shows all Hues, Blue, Green and Yellow!
Then she chirped out "Well hello young fellow!"
She pulled out two plates as we sat on two stools.
"Heres your meal eat it before it cools!"
I stared at the plate, she must be a fool!
it was empty, EMPTY! then i screamed "I have no more sanity!"
then a cheshire cat chirp at the corner, "Insanity here is as common as Humanity"
Then i realised she wasnt as mad as a Hatter.. She was the Hatter!
But if she was th hatter she must be able to do the Futterwacken!
"Oh miss what is your favourite dance?"
"The Futterwacken Of Course!"
And then she unravelled the most amazing dance jigging and flipping without remorse.
And from this day on i consider normal insane and insane normal.
this is on the note of skulgirl being as mad as a hatter, and some say she is.
The Gems Of Peril and The Beings Of Happiness
(This blog, The Gems Of Peril and The Beings Of Happiness, is about everything and nothing my fan fics will continue to be posted on my fan fic blog the rest, will be located here.)
Now for A poem... kind of
The Gems Of Peril and The Beings Of Happiness,
The Gems Of Peril, No nice all Nastiness
They are the things that make living Hell
And linger around like a putrid smell.
All wish for them to not Exist,
Because in no way, do they assist.
The Beings Of Happiness, All pure Souls
Hot With Happiness, Like Burning Coals.
With Courage Over All,
Standing Small and Tall,
Because they are The Beings Of Happiness.
Now for A poem... kind of
The Gems Of Peril and The Beings Of Happiness,
The Gems Of Peril, No nice all Nastiness
They are the things that make living Hell
And linger around like a putrid smell.
All wish for them to not Exist,
Because in no way, do they assist.
The Beings Of Happiness, All pure Souls
Hot With Happiness, Like Burning Coals.
With Courage Over All,
Standing Small and Tall,
Because they are The Beings Of Happiness.
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