Sheesh, sometimes I wonder whether I should become a writer.
I don’t have much to talk about write now, get it, write?, but I will in a little while.
Thank you Kaelem, for your awesome blog on world building.
Here’s a link. http://kaelem.wordpress.com/category/writing/worldbuilding/
Lita awoke to the crying of a small child, probably around five, who had been awakened by her howl. Lita sighed and mentally barraged herself as she forced herself out of her warm bed, slipped into rabbit skin slippers, and searched for a candle. She pulled back her messy dreadlocks into a braid like thing and walked out of her room to calm the child down. She went down a spiraling staircase, walked down the hall, and stepped into the room of a small little boy named Clause.
Clause was an one of the children that normally ended up in Blue house, where all the unwanted children of the Nighters were kept. He was an unusual Nighter, because he, and he alone, could hear the voice of the Dusk that were the Nighters ancestors. He was told the curse’s,the possible futures, even what was happening around the Dusk.
“What have you seen now,Clause?” Lita said in her softest voice, partly because loud noises disturbed Clause and partly because she was tired.
“One of the Dusk’s souls has been forced out of its place and put in a human’s body.”
Lita was no longer asleep, her black eye’s wide and scared. “Are you sure of what you saw?”
“I can’t be sure, but the Dusk were angry, mostly angry because they’re powers won’t work against the man. His sword protects him. Against them at least, that is.”
“Who is the unluckly child?”
“No idea. But we must tell the owl. He’ll know what to do. The Owl and the Cat, for toghethor they’re more powerful then me.” Clause said, his already slightly high-pitched voice wavering slightly.
Lita nodded, and togethor the the girl who felt like his older sister and the boy without a childhood walked to vist the Owl and the Cat.
Tamora Pierce is one of the best writers I have ever seen.
Currently I am reading Tricksters Queen.
Okay, recently I talked to a friend of mine with whom I dicused my blog. When he looked at it for himself, finally, what does he say?
What a weird name. That’s what he says.
There are some days when I just hate the people around me. The people I call my friends. The government. Myself, although hating myself is really, really hard. Does anyone know that Scat can mean like, jazz singer? The jazz singing cat? That’s my blogs site name, okay? Anyone else want to poke fun at it?
Damn I can rant about anything. I didn’t know that? I thought I was just. You know, testy.
Well that’s all I’ve got. Anything else you want to know about, comment.
Um, I’ve been lucky enough to be at the Green Festival. And it’s actuality cool. But there’s a problem.
There are less young kids here then investing in the stock markets. And I don’t think that’s good. I hope that we can survive. Because as the youth of this country, this is getting really really bad and if the youth don’t care then we’re all gonna… DIE!!!
Have a nice day. Signed Sarcasm.
Venice, Italy
On a hot July day in Italy, many people came to Lafayette’s resterante. With it’s famous entertainment, delicious food, and large, classic space, it was the perfect place to eat and chat, and a perfect place to eat and chat, making it a local hangout for both the young and the old.
It is also the place the GTDG often meets.
The GTDG, aka the Global Terrorist Defense Group, is actually a group full of adults and, well, kids, typically kids from the age of 10-18, at the age of which they are allowed to decide what class squad they want to join. Anyone who joins is handpicked at the age of 7 and trained at the base, known a Gale, the location of which can’t be disclosed. In any case, the current group of which these tales are about are veterans of their own special skills, be it hacking, torture, or fieldwork. Three of these people already knew each other.
They’re real names cannot be disclosed, but we will call them these names. They are, Henry, a military leader who rivals almost all heads of security anywhere. He is 29 and engaged to the secretary of the boss of the GTDG, who we will call HEAD. David, the emotionless, conscienceless man of eternal hatred. He kills with out even feeling any remorse. Fred, an 8 year old perverted drug addict, who is an amazing hacking genius who’s role-model is the HEAD. And Rafael, who’s obsession over money is only rivaled by his cunning mind and incredible torturing skills. He’s not even close to being a genius like Fred, but he understands emotions and puts them against his enemy’s, but his main friend is David. They were all trained in 7 forms of martial arts, know French, German, Italian, Japanese, Korean, Russian, and Swahili.
And they all met for a briefing from Henry, conveniently put in Lafayette’s resterante. A blond haired waiter named John came up to them and asked, in an falsely cherry voice, “what can I get you?”
“I’ll take a pizza, only cheese.” Rafael said.
“The diablo pizza for me.” David said, his left hand slyly reaching for the pistol in his left pant-leg.
“David!!” Henry chided, and David instantly, abeit reluctantly, clasped his hands on the table.
Henry nodded, then said “A nice salad for me.”
“I wha a-” Fred began.
“Nothing. He’s on a much needed diet.” Rafael said, poking Fred chubby little stomach.
Fred patted his stomach while everyone else laughed.
When Jane Isabele first brought me in, I think she thought I was normal. I remember very well, for my race has a great memory, that when I came to her door, she made sure that I was always warm, that I was never approached by that stupid dog, that none of the beast slayers that periodically came and killed creatures like me never found me. I truly think that she loved me.
That’s definitely not the case now.
You see, the minute I got bigger, much to big for her home, and I got stronger, and developed my powers, she seemed to get more and more aware of what she had done. And now she realizes that I’m not a cute, cuddly creature anymore.
Not that I ever said that Ligors were.
Where is everyone?
No I’m not on drugs or anything, I’m wondering how the hell people in the world are siurviving with the growing threat of global warming, and how people can say it should be stopped as they sit on they’re ass and keep all they’re stuff plugged in. How can people live with the knowledge that they are contributing to something that is drasticly changing our lives? Is it me? Am I insane? Am I just listening to the ideas of hippies? Am I some kind of new child, a project of insanity and too much exposure to the wrong books, newspaers and magaziens?
I think not.
So America, if a 14 year old boy is making some serious, major changes in his own life to attempt to change my green house gas emmsions, why can’y you?
Get off your ass, start pulling some of the weight, and shape up, or this planets gonna die, and fast.
Thanks for listening. You got this all from the cats mouth.
Mom sorry for swearing.
That summer had been an unusually cold one, and most of the birds and bugs that swarmed around the fields of Argon were were gone, most of the bugs dead from the cold and the birds from the lack of bugs to feed themselves. The fields were filled by something though, and that something was travelers. The fields of Argon were full of small groups of people covered in furs. Most of these groups were traveling family’s, a few were traveling circuses and though the travelers ran into each other they often disagreed with each others rules, mainly due to clashing ideals. However, there was one rule all of the travelers, not to mention the animals and most of nature, agreed upon. Not to go near the sacred burial grounds of Dusk.
The Dusk were a type of Shade, created in the first breath, and therefore one of the first inhabitants of the land of Asheil. They were extinct now, but the legends of they’re powers were legendary. Enhanced sight, unlimited Madgik, and enhanced speed. Of course, in the first breath there had been no sun, and when the second breath came the sun had risen, killing all the Dusk. No one knew who had buried them, but all knew the Dusk were still able to curse, and destroy.
This, evidently, had not stopped the traveler crossing the burial grounds with his cocky expression, his proud demeanor. He was dressed in the clothes of a knight but he did not seem to be a gentle, compassionate, person that a knight should be. The Dusk took no heed of him, however and he crossed unharmed to his destination, the city of the four meetings, the palace of the Four Breaths, the place known as the Twighlight temple.
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I’m black, an animal lover, and would like to think of myself as a certified writer(however I’m not so sure how long it will take that bird to take flight^-^). I enjoy teas and other things and I am trying to write fantasy novel. With the help of my family and friends I hope to suceed in my goal of becoming one of the worlds most influencel writers. Please, if I make writing mistakes try to orrect me.
