Inspired by Captain Jack Harkness

(and i don't know why he inspired this, so don't ask me, but it's got a whole entire song-verse that goes with it, round and round in my head.)

The things I get into
Well, it hardly seems to matter
The things I say and do
The hearts I break for matter

Waters of Mars Review (MAJOR SPOILERS)

I waited soooo long for this to come out, and now i have to wait forever for the Christmas Special (The End of Time) too!!!! :( but it was great! Course, at the very end, the Doctor was totally out of hand and obviously had some serious issues... i'm sad and happy because of the end at the same time. I'm happy because the girl whose life he saved who was supposed to die, killed herself, and that needed to happen. It was one of those things where you're normally yelling at them to do the right thing to set time right but they do the wrong thing anyways just to save themselves, only this time she DID THE RIGHT THING to save the future of humankind. I was so happy because of that. But i was sad cuz Adelade Brooke (that was her name) was a really cool, awesome character and you didn't want her to die. But i guess that if she hadn't died I wouldn't think she was such a great character, so I guess it's best this way. The Doctor, though, had some serious issues right there at the end, being all "I'm not a survivor, I'm a winner" and "The Time Lord victorious" and suchlike, and you could tell he wasn't quite his normal self. He certainly wasn't acting like the main character/the good guy. Then Adelade kills herself and a Ood shows up and he's all like, "Is it time for me to die?" and the Ood disappears. I think it was Sigma but I'm not sure. I think the Master showing up in the Christmas special will remind him of what he doesn't want to be and set him right--in any case, his regeneration ought to fix that. There were a couple funny parts, like when the guy tries knocking at the door. Some semipsychic lady told him that "he will knock four times" before the Doctor dies (coincidently, that's the length of the drumbeat in the Master's head) and the Doctor's been all like, no one's knocked four times yet so i can't die. So this guy starts knocking at the door and he gets to three knocks and the Doctor goes "You're stopping right there!" and electrocutes the door and therefore the guy. Also there's that part at the beginning where Adelade's all like, "State your name, position, and intention" and he responds, "The Doctor, doctor, fun." Not exactly what you expect from a visitor on uninhabited Mars ;D

Poster

did u notice the poster down at the bottom of the page? yah, i made that. that's mad skills there.

Well okay not really, but i think it's funny anyways. :)

;D

Oh yeah, and i sketched a random piece of fanart in a class (as im sometimes bound to do). im working on cleaning it (on Paint--yeah, lame, i know, but it's all i'm good at) and when i'm done i'll post it on here. bet u'll never guess who it is! (esp since half the people who come on here probably don't even kno i'm into this comic yet...)

Rhyme, amendment

I wrote a set of verses (idk if it's technically a couplet, so i'm sayin it like that) and it reminded me of the Rhyme i wrote earlier, so i decided to keep going and I ended up with a pretty interesting poem. Free-form, of course, but that's cuz i like the sound of free-form better than actually rhyming the verses or trying to worry about sylables and the stress pattern of words. :)


Pull down the lightning from the sky
And hold it raw in your scarred red hands

In your eyes the black-blue waves of a deep ocean are reflected
Unbroken, unseeing, and I wonder where you are

Black heart pumping black blood from the center
I see it pulse and answer my own question


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There was more but it felt kinda awkward and unnatural so i didn't put it on here.

Hiaku

It's so hard
Describing everything in
Three five-seven-five lines

--<3

Rhyme

Black hearts, red hands, eyes of purest blue.
Beware them child, for they will steal the heart from you.

I had this completed rhyme randomly pop into my head one day, with no conscious knowledge of having made it and no idea what might have influenced it, besides some equally random feeling of it reminding me of KH2's Heartless... but i only thought of those after it popped into my head!

Also, in case it makes more sense this way, my brain also came up with a different ending... Beware them, child, for they will be the death of you.

Yeah... so if it reminds you of anything, lemme kno!

Did u notice....?

I managed to put this blog all in shades of red all on my own! Some of the colors i'm using aren't even automatically in blogger! pretty good for someone with no programming experience, eh?

:) also i have a lotta edits to put in my story from culmin but i also have a new Aven idea (the main character's this blog's namesake) and the Tom Sevlin story is also coming along nicely so... idk if i'm ever gonna go back and fix in on the compu...

happy

Well i'm happy cuz i looked at that story i had been writing but had lost and i'm thinking it's not so bad anymore and i went back and corrected it a little and im now very happy about it! and it's on my flashdrive now so my computer can't eat it again!

im sad tho cuz culmi due date's comin up and it seems i only really work well at like 12:40 and later, so im not gettin enough sleep...

Random Poems

Okay, so this isn't the poem i was talking about before, it's just something i made up a little while ago, but i kinda like it so...

It's okay if it doesn't make sense to you cuz it doesn't really make sense to me either...i was focusing more on making it rhyme than on making it make sense... and i kinda failed at both, but what the heck, i like it.

"Never Again"

"Never again," they cried and sang
In the empty fields alone
"Never again," they cried and sang
As the ash fell white as snow

Silently through the falling ash
A black-cloaked child strode
'Round his head, a scarlet sash
Was all they could see 'neath the hood

"Why?" they cried. "Oh, why so slow?"
But the child passed them by
The cloak as untouched by falling ash
As fire is by snow

They cried and called but the child marched on
Oblivious to their desperate cries
Untill, in the ash, he stumbled upon
A young girl of barely ten

Her blood was fresh, still soaking red in the ash
The sword still lodged in her chest
And in his eyes there was a strange flash
He knelt and lifted her from her ungraceful rest

They fell silent as he removed the sword
And threw it into the deepening ash
They froze as she blinked and stirred
And he helped her back to her feet

He whispered in her ear
The only things he'd say
And she nodded--it was clear
She'd heard and would obey

As she ran back to their solemn ranks
And the child walked away
They clustered around her asking,
"What did he have to say?"

"Not yet," she whispered.
"Not yet?" they asked
They looked for the child but he was gone
Faded into the falling ash.


i liked the part about fire and snow... main reason i felt like sharing it, actually... :)

AHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Work

APs were over so my mind was taking a short leave of absence...but now it's back.

:) i'm going slightly mad....i'm going slightly mad.... it's finally happened (happened)...! :)

Grargh.

yeah well my computer isn't letting me log into my account right now for whatever miserable, mysterious reason it has. :( so i can't get to any of my stories!!!! D: Aaaaand that includes the poetry i was going tah post on here, cuz the only copy with all the lines is on my account! well i guess i could put the limericky one on here...


well anyways i'm really depressed cuz i spent all that time fixing the backstory thingy and making sure it wasn't in passive tense and my computer ated it. :(

oh, yeah, and this means my itunes account got deleted AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ummmm....

hi peeps it's been a while but i felt like talking to myself again! Well, anyways, I've been working on this story, that's really just a backstory for another story, and i realized i get my best ideas when i consider a character and think up their past as opposed to their future! Weird, huh? anyways, that's why i figure this lil' short backstory is looking so good whereas my rambling culminating-deadline-driven IWABDIN is looking terrible and ancient.

MAN! i hate culminating

I wish I could change my topic to something else, but that would be too much work and i don't think i could get it done before the end of the year. whereas i'm sure i could slap on a slop ending on this story to match the rest of the writing and present it fairly well.

Still. I'm never putting a deadline on my writing again. it was a bad idea to begin with and it's just gotten worse.

Poetry

Hey, I just submitted some poetry @ teenspoint.org for some library contest... :D i'll put 'em on here as soon as the contest's over, so no one can steal them... ;)

...not that anyone's ever on here anyways...

Ah bored

I'm sooooo tired and sooo bored.... somebody save me from my misery!

Truancy

"Truancy" is a very good book I just happened to stumble across. I recommend it to anyone who happens to stumble across this site. A prequel is coming out (which I have an advance copy of!!!) and a sequel, after that. I wish I could be reading the prequel right now...unfortunately, it's not here. :( But anyways! Good book, has a dystopian/philosophical undertone but enough violence to keep action-happy fools like me satisfied. I found much that it had to say about school was very true... :) well, you'll just have to find that out for yourself.

Oh, and i just read the Watchmen lately... but my mom's not gonna let me watch the movie. Overprotective! grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. :( i mean it's not like there's anything in the movie that's really gonna surprise me, given the book... ;) or at least i hope not :0

SNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I LOVE THE SNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yay! we got a day offa school!!!! happy happy happy me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Kiddie Books=ANNOYING

yah. school sux. see, i get absolutely no chance to do creative writing all year, and suddenly, BAM! here comes the chance. Only thing is, it's a kiddie book i havta do, and it has to be in like iambic meter. BLEH! I hatez kiddie boox.

How's the kid gonna tell if it's in iambic meter or anapestic meter anyways???

Blabbering

Alrighty! If anyone has actually come on here yet, you have probably concluded that i am a spaz and not as cool as i appear to be (which is saying something!) 'Course i also don't intend to tell you who i really am, 'cuz that's just dumb, but the peeps who've figured it out, well, what the heck.

Okay, i need help on this one thing. Plot. I lack it. Characters, sure. I can do characters fine. It's just, when it comes to what to story's about, i can't do it. AND no one wants to read a story without a plot (except for those of you into romance and Twilight) so i'm pretty much sunk. My plots have a tendency to wander and trip on their own devices. So! If anyone has any ideas how to write a good plot without gigantic holes in it, pls let me know!

All Kinds Of Time

You know, i really think this song (All Kinds of Time by Fountains of Wayne) is probably really good. The only problem i have with it is that I ONLY HAVE 1:25 OF IT!!!! GRRrrrrrrRRRRRR. Stupid malfunctioning CDs.

Mangoes

Mangoes are tasty

Mangoes are sweet

Mangoes feel squishy

Under my feet

Red Candles

They dripped from the ceiling and clung to every surface like unnatural red stalagmites, imperceptibly sinking instead of growing, and all within their eerie glow seemed unreal.

They had been there since ancient times, undisturbed as they traveled to their seemingly far-away deaths, but now the candles were nearing their end, their wicks almost burned out. The caves looked on as they began winking out, until, finally, the last one flickered to its death, and impenetrable darkness fell again.

The cave sighed and began to muster up an ambient glow. After all, the Heroes had to be able to see.

The Girl and The Vampire

The girl ambled down a street, her hands in her baggy sweatshirt’s pocket, glancing in shop windows but not really acting interested. Her dark hair was tied in a tight ponytail, and she would, from time to time, reach up and pull it tighter against her head. Her shoulders were slumped, her feet were shuffling-everything about her said unwilling Christmas shopper. Her parents were nowhere in sight, and every now and again she’d look around disinterestedly, as though she were looking for them, but didn’t really mind being lost for a little longer.

She was being followed.

A shortish man in a large, fluffy coat and a cheap camera had been watching her for quite some time now. He was peering in all the shops’ windows, but although he appeared to be quite enthusiastic about getting presents, he never went into one. If the girl turned a corner, he’d stop looking into windows and run around it to catch up. He was normally much more careful about stalking his victims, but this time he was impatient, and starved.

He wouldn’t be able to last much longer without feeding, and she was an obvious target. Her aurora was bright, to him, and he knew that the energy contained within her would sustain him for weeks. Given the way she had been acting, she probably didn’t even know what she had. But if she didn’t go somewhere quiet soon- an empty shop, a dark alley- she was going to force his hand, and he’d have to try to lure her somewhere. He couldn’t just strike her down here, in the open—although this human would be no match for him, the others that would hunt him down for exposing himself would be more than even his considerable strength could handle.

He was just about to give up and try to trick her when she turned into an alley. It was narrow, barely wide enough for one person, but that was all the better: less room for her to struggle in. The man started running, pushing aside people as though they weren’t there. Those who tried to stop him for being so rude found that he was gone before they could turn. He was riding on a sudden burst of power, and no human could touch him. His eyes grew bright with the bloodlust as the scent of blood filled the air, and he knew she must have fallen, or cut herself on something. His disguise—the short man with the camera—began fraying as he drew close to the alleyway, revealing something dark and inhuman beneath.

It took him a hundredth of a second to reach the alley—as fast as he could go, much faster than any human could react, or escape. She should have been just barely within the entrance, but she was almost all the way to the other end. He paused for a moment, taken aback, but then shook his head, deciding it must have been his hunger slowing him down. Since speed was failing him, he decided to switch tactics. “Wait!” he called, but it came out as more of a hiss. Hunger again, messing with his grasp of the language. “Wait, miss!” he repeated, this time calling in English.

The girl stopped.

“Did you drop your wallet?” he called, quickly gathering his disguise around him. “See, I found one…”

“Don’t waste your time, demon,” she hissed, in the same language he had used by accident. “You couldn’t have found my wallet. I don’t have one.”

The man stood there, a surprised look on his face, and reassessed the situation. If she knew his language, then she probably had at least rudimentary magical skills. There was also no point in maintaining his disguise. The short man’s face melted away, replaced with the demon underneath. His features were still basically human, but he was completely black. Only the whites of his eyes were excepted, and these were red. His body was emaciated, to the point where he looked more like a skeleton than a man, and from under each arm a thin black membrane stretched, making him look top-heavy when he spread his arms.
He did so now, and using his raspiest voice, he said, “You don’t know what you’re dealing with, child.”

“I beg to differ,” she replied, sounding affronted. “You’re a vampire, the weakest kind, too—Bloodven. You’ll favor surprise attacks, using your impressive speed and your poisoned nails as your weapons. And—”

The Bloodven leapt into the air, launching himself straight at her throat at a speed no human could match. But somehow she did, ducking neatly beneath his attack, kicking him in his chest and pivoting to face him as he rolled in midair and landed on all fours like a cat.

“And,” she repeated, “You’re the most cowardly type of vampire in the whole kingdom.”

He growled and ran at her, his arms outstretched. She waited until he was almost upon her and leapt into the air, drawing her feet well above his fingertips and bringing them down on his head as he passed by. She used the extra spring she got from that stunt to execute a perfect flip and landed on her feet in front of him, her back turned. As he stood, she continued her speech. “You’re predictable, too—not exactly the smartest or most creative demons. Really, I could defeat you with my eyes closed.”

He rushed at her again, feinting towards her feet but leaping into the air at the last minute to intercept her jump. She never moved a muscle, and yawned when he landed in front of her. “See what I mean?” He snarled, and she smiled at him, winking. “Don’t let your face freeze like that! What would your mother say? Oh, wait—you don’t have one!”

He ran towards her one last time, fully extending his claws for the first time. She didn’t even blink. Although the Bloodven had not been expecting her to stand still, he put it to luck, deciding that his speed had finally returned to him. He raised his arms for the first, and final, blow… and saw the dagger glimmer in her hand. He tried to dart off-course, but the alley’s wall was in the way, and he only succeeded in scraping his arm.

The dagger flashed, and it was all over. The vampire fell to the ground, his claws sliding slowly back in. Barely any blood dripped from the wound in his chest—he must have been starving. As the last of it splashed redly to the ground, his body exploded into dust and a few fragments of cloth, the fate of any vampire who starved to death.

The girl gave an odd half-smile and wiped the dagger on the dusty piece of cloth left in her hand.