Friday, March 25, 2011

Freedom Unappreciated

I was told today, that the military, to be specifac I was told that the Marines were murderers and thieves of the lives of people who really then and now wanted and want to kills us. To a certain extent they are, but without a military a country can not survive.Throughout history it can tell that the Marines were there to protect those who needed their help and security, from the time they were established in November 1775, many battles and wars have been fought to protect. The Revolutionary War, War of 1812, The Boxer Rebellion in China, at Tripoli, Montezuma, both World Wars, Korea, Japan, and the Middle East.

Spring

Out of the sky, were the birds fly high. Down across the vast hills, to see everything come to life. You can see the Spring in everything that has, is, and will come.

Friday, March 11, 2011

Shoe Box Murder

The day was bright with dark expectations, the greenhouse was filled with warm light filtering from the panels above, but a the lion followed his prey with great skill. the man of importance, a man made for protection, not destruction. Officer Russell, with his black and gold uniform followed the man with his dark temptation.With all that he had for destruction he toosed a golf ball he picked out of the garden. With a great swing of his arm he threw the ball into the man's temple knocking him to the ground, sliding anstopping on the inner wall.With the man's lifeless body he drew his with his leather gloves on and shot him through the forehead, finishing what was left in him.
he walked away from his body, whipped the gun down, placed the gun in the left hand pointed towards his head. Since he was a left handed man, he put his lifeless finger on the trigger. He walked over to where the ball was and picked it off the ground, he finally shoved it into a giant flytraps stem.

LIFE

                                                When we have all that we need,
                                                Why don't we see that what we have,
                                                 Is enough.
Our lives see all that we can see,
Our lives hear all that we can hear,
Our lives though can't touch everyone or everything.
                                                 So we die not knowing what we have,
                                                 But some will live forever,
                                                 For they have the lasting Wisdom.

Guide to life:

  • learn from those around you
  • look up to those you admire
  • find those around you that relate to you
  • do what you think is right
  • find that one that you will stay with for the rest of your life
  • show others what you find is the right thing
  • find others a way that they will admire you
  • die with the wisdom of understanding and vice versa
and Shrimpy commented: DON'T BE A MARINE

Section of Short Story

“Run!” Tony Exclaimed. We started to run next to the eastern wall of the building. He stopped. “Hey I’ll take care of these guys, you go get the boy.”
            He took of putting a small barrier of ice about six feet tall between us and the building. I ignited, flames started at my fingertips, up to my shoulders, covering my head, and down into the rest of my body.  For a second I watched Tony keep them away; I turned away and went towards the building.
            From the outside of the building the roof was a glow, I’m guessing from the boy as they were testing him. Screams could be heard from the inside of the wall. I took my ears off the screaming boy and went to business, I ignited a ball of flames in both hands, shot it towards the steel wall, as it hit, the wall immediately started to melt away. Pushing through the wall I could hear screaming coming from the boy and yelling coming from the scientist inside. Once I could see through, a man with a fire extinguisher started to spray my hands and chest. I put my hands down, “you missed something.” I raised my foot up and kicked through the wall, shoving molten steel into the scientist and force freezing him into the floor. “Now what?!”
            I scraped of the fluid and melted the excess of onto the floor, where it burned on the floor below me. I turned and saw a boy no older than my self staring at me. His hair and features drooping from the experiments preformed on him. “Protect the experiment,” all kept screaming. The rest who were scrambling out of the room kept calling for the police.
            Six men ran to up to me at about ten feet. They stopped and with their machine guns pointed at me, I just laughed. They continued to point and shake their guns at me as the crept closer to me. I pointed my hand towards them, I ignited a ball of fire in my hand and sprayed it at the tips of their carbon steel gun barrels, making them liquefy and drop to the ground, they stared for  a moment, the dropped their weapons and ran.

Friday, March 4, 2011

A Vanitas Still LIfe

                  There were once two men that sat in this room, one that sat at the desk and one who sat in his chair by the hearth. The man at the desk sat writing his novels and the man who sat at the hearth, read his novels and drank his scotch. One night the man who sat at the hearth and read his novels and drank his scotch was poisoned. The man that who sat at his desk writing his novels, laughed as he stumbled around the room. The man who sat at the hearth and read his novels and drank his scotch that had been poisoned, came over to the man who had poisoned him. As the man who wrote the novels laughed, the poisoned man struck him over the head with the 1868 bottle of scotch, in the very same moment the man who had poiusoned him took his quill and shoved it into his neck. The man who had been poisoned took his hand to his neck as the poison had started to rot his hand off, pulled out the quill and bled out were he stood.As he hit the floor he rooted away in to dust. The man who had been hit over the head with the bottle had passed out never to return conscious anhd would die beside his brother to have his bones lay as they rest. 

Sweet and Salty


He Needs Help

            In the blink of an eye he had been swept away by a ghost in the night. Covered by fog, taken by the dark, and protected by the shadows. he stood watching the storm push through, he heard a scream. The wave met the building, with unbearable force, taking the the lives of many.
                                     He suddenly up as he was hit.
                                                                         He had he was dreaming of he would have wanted.