huh

Okay, so... I have found a song that always makes me think of slea (snow and lea, for those oof you who are stupid. Jk)

the song is oblivion by bastille and... well it just seems like something lea would sing about snow...

whoooo Christmas.

Whooo!! Its Christmas! , SO HUGS TO ALL AND TO ALL A GOOD...day. :)

whoo art

so this is just a bunch of stuff i've been doing lately...

yeah. i know. odd.

oh, look... doctor who quotes...

"I am, and always will be, the optimist, the hoper of far-flung hopes and the dreamer of impossible dreams"

“The universe is big. It’s vast and complicated and ridiculous. And sometimes, very rarely, impossible things just happen and we call them miracles.”

“Amy Pond, there’s something you’d better understand about me ‘cause it’s important, and one day your life may depend on it: I am definitely a mad man with a box!”

“When you’re a kid, they tell you it’s all… Grow up, get a job, get married, get a house, have a kid, and that’s it. But the truth is, the world is so much stranger than that. It’s so much darker. And so much madder. And so much better.”

“The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things. The good things don’t always soften the bad things, but vice versa, the bad things don’t always spoil the good things and make them unimportant.”

“Some people live more in 20 years than others do in 80. It’s not the time that matters, it’s the person.”

“Do what I do. Hold tight and pretend it’s a plan!”

“In 900 years of time and space, I’ve never met anyone who wasn’t important”

“Never ignore coincidence. Unless, of course, you’re busy. In which case, always ignore coincidence.”

“There’s a lot of things you need to get across this universe. Warp drive… wormhole refractors… You know the thing you need most of all? You need a hand to hold.”

“Everybody knows that everybody dies. But not every day. Not today. Some days are special. Some days are so, so blessed. Some days, nobody dies at all. Now and then, every once in a very long while, every day in a million days, when the wind stands fair and the Doctor comes to call, everybody lives.”

“We’re all stories, in the end. Just make it a good one, eh?”

“Letting it get to you. You know what that’s called? Being alive. Best thing there is. Being alive right now is all that counts.”

“Always take a banana to a party"

“You don’t just give up. You don’t just let things happen. You make a stand! You say no! You have the guts to do what’s right, even when everyone else just runs away.”

“I’m not running away. But this is one corner of one country in one continent on one planet that’s a corner of a galaxy that’s a corner of a universe that is forever growing and shrinking and creating and destroying and never remaining the same for a single millisecond, and there is so much, so much, to see, Amy. Because it goes so fast, I’m not running away from things, I am running to them. Before they flare and fade forever.”

"anybody remotely interesting is mad is some way."

"I see keep out signs as suggestions more than actual orders. like 'dry clean only'."

“Wibbly, Wobbly, Timey, Wimey… stuff”

“Bowties are cool!”

"Fezzes are cool!"

THE BLOGLAND PARODY!! I HAS DONE IT!!!

so, hello again my bloggers!

I AM POSTING THIS BECAUSE I HAVE FINISHED THE BLOGLAND PARODY I WAS WRITING!!!

it is to royals, so... i hope you like it :

we've never seen a zombie in the flesh,
we kill monsters everyday, in the roll play,
and we're all minions of the landy
in a made up land, it's blogland baby.

here everyday's like saph meets adra, trip is in the bar again,
jubi's hyper, zaf is dating ravel,
we don't care, we're throwing fireballs in our dreams.
And everybody's like, death and fabi doing some wierd plot stuff,
lea's made, snow's dead, star is doing odd guff,
we dont care, we're to caught up planning book fairs.

and we'll never be normal (normal)
it aint really that fun
that kind of sane just aint for us,
we're all a different kind of nuts.
let us have our fandoms (fandoms)
you can call us insane
and baby we'll laugh, we'll laugh, we'll laugh, we'll laugh
let us have our fantasies.

miss cain, blaze and dau,
duck, sir and all you minions i forgot,
this song is for anni
hope she laugh when she see's this,
did it to be funny


here everyday's like saph meets adra, trip is in the bar again,
jubi's hyper, zaf is dating ravel,
we don't care, we're throwing fireballs in our dreams.
And everybody's like, death and fabi doing some wierd plot stuff,
lea's made, snow's dead, star is doing odd guff,
we dont care, we're to caught up planning book fairs.

and we'll never be normal (normal)
it aint really that fun
that kind of sane just aint for us,
we're all a different kind of nuts.
let us have our fandoms (fandoms)
you can call us insane
and baby we'll laugh, we'll laugh, we'll laugh, we'll laugh
let us have our fantasies.

ooh ooh oh
blog's bigger than he ever dreamed,
landy just loves being king
ooh ooh oh
so much fun, without a care,
we're to caught up planing book fairs

and we'll never be normal (normal)
it aint really that fun
that kind of sane just aint for us,
we're all a different kind of nuts.
let us have our fandoms (fandoms)
you can call us insane
and baby we'll laugh, we'll laugh, we'll laugh, we'll laugh
let us have our fantasies.

ho hum

do not expect anything from this post. it will just be a bunch of nonsensical gibberish that is not connected in any way shape or form.

detective inspector me is cool

i like cake.

you are weird...

FLOATING PARTIES ARE AMAZBALLS (SO IS CAPS LOCK)

who are you and why are you reading this? STALKER

"hello, my name is inigo montoya you killed my father prepare to die."

i bet thats what you tell all the little girls to get them to sit on your lap santa.

i knew you weren't dead...

cross my hearts.

cross my heart, even though i dont have one.

so you're the one.

oh, hia

LOLOLOL

hmmm

Doctor Who 50th Anniversary

so, all day i haven't been able to stop thinking about it.

it being the Doctor Who 50th Anniversary episode.

so, i started this:

cool, right?

and today i also got this:

SO COOL

thats all for now.

Snow Out.

yet abther crazy post because this made me laugh so god dam hard...

The penguin caper

by penguin

Last week, when I was penguining in the penguin, a penguin penguin came in through my open window. To my surprise the penguin immediately jumped on the penguin and bounced right over the penguin, knocking over the glass of penguin that I had poured earlier.
The penguin then ran into the penguin where it over turned the penguin that was sitting on the penguin.

After penguin minutes of chasing the penguin through the house I finally caught it and put it outside. The penguin quickly climbed the nearest penguin.

The End

And another randomly genarated story

True Love by Fate

It was a dark and stormy night. An unnatural haze lingered over Blogland. In his bed, Lea Strong shivered. For a summer night, the air was cold and the sky was black. It was almost as if something evil lurked out there in the shadows.

Lea Strong rolled over, clutching his pillow, and tried to fall back asleep. But a worry nagged in the back of his mind. Something was not right. No matter how he tried, some ghostly force prevented him from sleeping. It made him uneasy. With a sigh, he rolled out of bed, pulled on his Hat, and poured himself a cup of water from the pitcher on his nightstand. Quietly, he left his room.

The halls were silent as he walked in the dark. He did not know where he was going, or why, but his body seemed to move on its own accord. He was being drawn by an unseen power. Past his father's bedroom, past the dining hall, past the kitchen, and out onto the terrace. With the moon hidden behind thick clouds, it was nearly impossible to see in the inky black night. But something lying on the path to Lea Strong's right made him gasp in shock. A body! 

'wow!' Lea Strong shouted. He leapt over the terrace railing and onto the ground below, running toward the fallen form as fast as he could. Tree branches scratched at his skin and pulled at his clothes, but he paid them no mind. Heart pounding, he fell to his knees on the pathway and placed a gentle hand on the figure's chest.

Now that he was closer, he could see that this was a young Teleporter of Blogland, a Detective by the looks of her, who appeared to be no more than 20 years old. But she was in dire need of help. Her clothes were torn and bloody, and her hair was matted with dirt. She needed the attention of a healer, immediately. Without a second thought, Lea Strong picked up the wounded Detective and, cradling her in his arms, carried her inside to seek the help that was so desperately needed.

***** 

'His situation is severe,' Dan Strong said in a worried voice. 'Whether or not she will live until morning is beyond my sight. My team of healers will do the best they can, but...' his voice trailed off. 

Lea Strong could sense his fear. There was a good chance the young Teleporter might die. 'Is there anything I can do to help?' he asked. 

Dan Strong sadly shook his head. 'Nothing the healers are not already trying. But it might help if you just sat with her. She will need to see a friendly face when she wakes up from this ordeal, and you are the closest thing she has right now.' 

'I understand,' said Lea Strong. 'And I will stay with her for as long as it takes. I will not let her die.' 

With that, Lea Strong turned and hurried to the room where the wounded Detective was being housed. She was surrounded by healers, all of whom wore the same concerned expression. They had washed her body and dressed her wounds with healing salve, but still the Teleporter showed no signs of improvement. Her breathing was shallow, and her pulse was weak. One of the healers turned to Lea Strong with a defeated sigh. 

'It will be an uphill battle,' she said. 'We have done all we can at this time. Now, we can only wait and see if she wakes.' 

Lea Strong nodded resolutely. 'I will stay with her through the night and keep watch as she sleeps.' 

One by one, the healers left the bedside, the last one closing the door behind her. In the flickering candle light, Lea Strong dipped a square of cloth in the bowl of warm water left by the healers, and gently used it to stroke the injured Teleporter's leg. Then, taking up the Detective's limp hand, he settled into his bedside chair and prepared to wait through the remainder of the long, cold night. 

***** 

'Where... where am I?' 

Lea Strong jerked awake with a start when he heard the words being spoken. He stared down at his patient, an immense wave of relief coursing through his body. The Teleporter was alive! And from the looks of things, she was on his way to making a full recovery. 

'You are in Blogland,' Lea Strong told him. 'I found you last night, lying unconscious and nearly dead on a path coming from the forest. I carried you inside, and my father's healers tended to your wounds. Please, tell me your name and how you came to be here.' 

'My name is Snow Stormberg,' said the Teleporter. 'I come from Blogland. I was on an errand from my father, to deliver an important message to Fabi in Iceland. But last night... All I remember is that I was riding through the forest when suddenly I was attacked by a group of Iguana . At least 8 surrounded me. I tried to escape, but there were so many, and I had only my Sword for protection. And that is the last thing I recall. I do not know how I came to be here, or why I am not dead.' 

Lea Strong smiled at her. 'The stars must shine favourably on you. To live through such an ordeal... that is more than mere luck.' It was more than luck, too, that Snow Stormberg had wound up in Blogland and Lea Strong had found her. Now that they two were together, it felt almost like fate had lent a hand. Snow Stormberg was meant to be here, and Lea Strong was meant to have found her. Why, Lea Strong did not know. But it felt so certain. 

It also did not hurt that Snow Stormberg was one of the most beautiful individuals Lea Strong had ever seen. Her sleek purple hair contrasted with large, dark blue eyes set in a lovely face. And her sculpted body, half-hidden by the bed linens, was a further attraction. Lea Strong could hardly suppress his desire to run his hands over that soft hair and perfect body. But he kept his feelings under control. Snow Stormberg had just barely survived a nearly fatal encounter. Now was not the time for romance. 

***** 

Within three days, Snow Stormberg had improved enough to leave her bed. Dan Strong gave her a new set of clothes, and he was able to wander the corridors and gardens by herself. But the one thing that troubled her was Lea Strong's absence. Since the morning when she'd first awoken in Blogland, she had not seen Lea Strong at all. It was as if her rescuer had simply disappeared. She had asked Dan Strong where his son could be, but Dan Strong had no answer. Lea Strong was gone without a trace. 

Snow Stormberg desired to speak with Lea Strong again, and properly thank him for saving her life. But she also just wanted to see the handsome Chameleon once more. She could not explain it, but she felt a deep connection to Lea Strong, either forged by the lifesaving bond or some other power. She knew that Lea Strong was someone special. Someone she had to see again. 

It wasn't until the sixth day after Snow Stormberg had recovered that Lea Strong returned to Blogland. He rode up the same path where Snow Stormberg had been found, dragging a net filled with the heads of Iguana behind him. All 8 of them. 

'Here are your Iguana !' he called to Snow Stormberg. 'I found them hiding out in a cave not far from here.' 

Snow Stormberg stared in surprise, eyes going wide. 'You killed... all of them by yourself?' 

'I cannot let such dangerous creatures roam free in our lands,' Lea Strong replied. 'And I did it for you. They nearly killed you. I do not want anything like that to happen again.' 

Snow Stormberg could feel her heart pounding as Lea Strong spoke. Lea Strong killed those Iguana ... for her. Before she could stop himself, she leapt at Lea Strong and threw her arms around his neck, kissing the brave Chameleon on the cheek. 

Lea Strong laughed in surprise, but did not pull away. 'What was that for?' 

'Just a thank you,' Snow Stormberg said. She smiled, but when she saw the suddenly serious look in Lea Strong's eyes, the smile faded. 'What is wrong?' she asked, worried. 

'Snow Stormberg,' said Lea Strong, 'I have to confess something to you. That first morning you were here... I thought you were so beautiful. I wanted to kiss you then, but I did not know how you would react. 

Snow Stormberg gasped in shock. 'Kiss... me?' 

'I told myself I must not, because of the terrible ordeal you had just suffered. It was not the right time. But these past few days while I was gone, I could think only of you the entire time. And now...' 

'Lea Strong...' Snow Stormberg sighed his name. 'I thought about you too. All the time, while you were gone. I was worried I would never see you again.' 

Lea Strong lifted his hand to gently stroke Snow Stormberg on the cheek. 'I am sorry I ran off like that. I should have said something to you.' 

Taking a deep breath, Snow Stormberg said, 'Lea Strong, there is something I have been considering over the past several days. I think we were meant to find each other. What happened to me... it was no accident of fate. I was meant to come here. You were meant to rescue me.' 

A bright smile broke across Lea Strong's face as soon as Snow Stormberg had spoken. 'You know,' he said, 'I had been thinking the same thing! That night when I found you I had been worried an unable to think. Some strange power led me out to the terrace, and that was when I saw you.' 

Snow Stormberg took Lea Strong's hand. 'So you think... we are meant to be together?' 

'I have no doubt of it.' Slowly, Lea Strong leaned in and kissed Snow Stormberg softly on the lips. 'I love you,' he whispered. 

'I love you too, Lea Strong,' Snow Stormberg whispered in return. 

THE END!

a post because i feel i need to do one.

this may end up being a little random, so readers be warned:

(please not i used a random story generator for this and i haven't even read it XD)

It all started when our antagonizing protagonist, Snow Stormberg, woke up in a lemur-infested moor. It was the tenth time it had happened. Feeling abundantly worried, Snow Stormberg punched a dull pencil, thinking it would make her feel better (but as usual, it did not). In a blinding moment of misguided bravado, she realized that her beloved cactus was missing!  Immediately she called her enemy in training, Skelek Tinsam. Snow Stormberg had known Skelek Tinsam for (plus or minus) 550,000 years, the majority of which were enchanting ones.  Skelek Tinsam was unique. He was plucky though sometimes a little... selfish. Snow Stormberg called him anyway, for the situation was urgent.

   Skelek Tinsam picked up to a very glad Snow Stormberg. Skelek Tinsam calmly assured her that most 3-legged wallabies shudder before mating, yet legless puppies usually surreptitiously panic *after* mating. He had no idea what that meant; he was only concerned with distracting Snow Stormberg.  Why was Skelek Tinsam trying to distract Snow Stormberg?  Because he had snuck out from Snow Stormberg's with the cactus only ten days prior.  It was a sassy little cactus... how could he resist?

   It didn't take long before Snow Stormberg got back to the subject at hand: her cactus. Skelek Tinsam yawned. Relunctantly, Skelek Tinsam invited her over, assuring her they'd find the cactus. Snow Stormberg grabbed her canoe and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, Skelek Tinsam realized that he was in trouble. He had to find a place to hide the cactus and he had to do it recklessly. He figured that if Snow Stormberg took the magic flying carpet, he had take at least eleven minutes before Snow Stormberg would get there.  But if she took the Segway?  Then Skelek Tinsam would be alarmingly screwed.

   Before he could come up with any reasonable ideas, Skelek Tinsam was interrupted by eight dimwitted penguins that were lured by his cactus. Skelek Tinsam cringed; 'Not again', he thought. Feeling relieved, he carefully reached for his dangerous oil-soaked rag and aggressively punched every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the magical cornfield, squealing with discontent. He exhaled with relief.  That's when he heard the Segway rolling up.  It was Snow Stormberg.

----o0o----

   As she pulled up, she felt a sense of urgency. She had had to make an unscheduled stop at Texaco to pick up a 12-pack of gerbils, so she knew she was running late.  With a inept leap, Snow Stormberg was out of the Segway and went earnestly jaunting toward Skelek Tinsam's front door.  Meanwhile inside,  Skelek Tinsam was panicking.  Not thinking, he tossed the cactus into a box of dull pencils and then slid the box behind his refrigerator. Skelek Tinsam was stunned but at least the cactus was concealed.  The doorbell rang.

   'Come in,' Skelek Tinsam scandalously purred.  With a quick push, Snow Stormberg opened the door.  'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some funny-smelling coke fiend in a tricked out go kart,' she lied.  'It's fine,' Skelek Tinsam assured her. Snow Stormberg took a seat mysteriously distant from where Skelek Tinsam had hidden the cactus. Skelek Tinsam sighed trying unsuccessfully to hide his nervousness.  'Uhh, can I get you anything?' he blurted.  But Snow Stormberg was distracted. In a blinding moment of misguided bravado, Skelek Tinsam noticed a insensitive look on Snow Stormberg's face. Snow Stormberg slowly opened her mouth to speak.

   '...What's that smell?'

   Skelek Tinsam felt a stabbing pain in his double chin when Snow Stormberg asked this.  In a moment of disbelief, he realized that he had hidden the cactus right by his oscillating fan. 'Wh-what?  I don't smell anything..!'  A lie.  A dimwitted look started to form on Snow Stormberg's face. She turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. 'Th-th-those are just my grandma's dull pencils from when she used to have pet South American hissing sloths.  She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. Snow Stormberg nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before Skelek Tinsam could react, Snow Stormberg fearlessly lunged toward the box and opened it.  The cactus was plainly in view.

   Snow Stormberg stared at Skelek Tinsam for what what must've been four days. Heart filled with earnest fortitude, Skelek Tinsam groped indiscriminately in Snow Stormberg's direction, clearly desperate. Snow Stormberg grabbed the cactus and bolted for the door.  It was locked. Skelek Tinsam let out a curious chuckle. 'If only you hadn't been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, Snow Stormberg,' he rebuked. Skelek Tinsam always had been a little funny-smelling, so Snow Stormberg knew that reconciliation was not an option; she needed to escape before Skelek Tinsam did something crazy, like... start chucking gerbils at him or something. Suddenly cheered up by the Hamtaro theme song, she gripped her cactus tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels.

   Skelek Tinsam looked on, blankly. 'What the hell?  That seemed excessive.  The other door was open, you know.' Silence from Snow Stormberg. 'And to think, I varnished that window frame seven days ago...it never ends!' Suddenly he felt a tinge of concern for Snow Stormberg. 'Oh.  You ..okay?' Still silence. Skelek Tinsam walked over to the window and looked down. Snow Stormberg was gone.

----o0o----

   Just yonder, Snow Stormberg was struggling to make her way through the secret vineyard behind Skelek Tinsam's place. Snow Stormberg had severely hurt her armpit during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength.  Another pack of feral penguins suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the cactus.  One by one they latched on to Snow Stormberg.  Already weakened from her injury, Snow Stormberg yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed.  The last thing she saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of penguins running off with her cactus.

   But then God came down with His clever smile and restored Snow Stormberg's cactus. Feeling displeased, God smote the penguins for their injustice.  Then He got in His amphibious vehicle and darted away with the fortitude of  one million albino cats running from a misshapen pack of long-haired sea monkeys. Snow Stormberg fell with joy when she saw this. Her cactus was safe. It was a good thing, too, because in three minutes her favorite TV show,  Elmo, was going to come on (followed immediately by 'When 3-legged wallabies meet bloody glove'). Snow Stormberg was jubilant. And so, everyone except Skelek Tinsam and a few rusty razor blade-toting man-eating capybaras lived blissfully happy, forever after.

The Mystical Panads

so, my friends and i have made up a mystical and majestic beast (because one of my other friends was writing on my arm and mis-spelt panda...).

IT IS AMAZING!!

and here is what the Panad looks like:

aren't they just the cutest??

XD

Snow out.

two words meanings, Halloween and other stuff

right, well to start off with... why do i have Escape and Icarus on my hand?

Escape
a promise to myself. some day, i will escape all the things i hate in life.

Icarus
a warning to myself. when i do escape, i have to not end up like icarus.


now: Halloween

here is a picture of what you get if you leave me alone on Halloween with face paints, a mirror, a green sparkly hat and a sonic screw driver.

and finally. other stuff.

i've set myself the challenge of writing down all the names of my blog-sis's and drawing a picture of something i associate with them. heres what i have so far.

i will be making more, rest assured.

thats all for now! *huggles all*

Snow out.

Two Words...

lately i've had two words written on the back of my hand:

Escape and Icarus.

if anyone can guess why I've got these words on the back of my hand, that person is a genius.


I'll post the reasons later this week... maybe next week. so guess away.

Snow out.

For Fabi XD

okay, i just had to show you all what i made on minecraft:

can you guess what it is?


TIS A PURPLE CARROT.

that ones for you, Fab.

something i wrote and don't really want to put up here but will anyway because i want comments on it.

Life. Sometimes stuff happens and when the shit hits the fan, you're on the wrong side of events and everyone thinks you're the enemy.
  They forget the good you've done, all the times you've saved the world, and they only remember the bad.

So time does what time Does.
  It passes. And you begin to doubt yourself, begin to think they're right, begin to forget the good.

But you've got to hang on.
  You've got to grab those good times and grip them with both hands.

Because, eventually, they'll remember.
  They'll remember the good, the world saving.

And life will do what life does.
  Give you hell. Hell till you're blue in the face.

And then, when you fell like there's no hope, life gives you something

After all that taking, after all that toucher, life gives you something.
 So you forget. You forget the bad it's done and you forgive

But that's life.
  That's living.

Tis A Bag! ASDFGHJKL (Designed by me!)

HELLO!! I am in the prosess of drawing on a bag to make it less Blah.(yes, Blah, can describe it.)

Here is what i've got so far:

see all the other random shiz? thats because i am weird and work in odd ways. *nods*

Snow out (yes, that is all!)

Fish Fingers And Custard.

I HAVE TRIED THEM!!!!

that is to say, i have tried fish fingers dipped in custard. and i liked them.
no, not just liked, LOVED.

you should have seen the looks of disgust on my parents' faces.... *laughs quietly, insanely*


that's all for now.

Snow out.

Some Random Pun

Hell Yeah!

good bye, writers block!!

my writers block just up and left. granted, what it revealed was not something to do with the story i was writing, but a whole new story idea.

this idea is amazing!! @#$%&!!!

so, here's the beginning:

I’ve got this… thing with the wind.

I can hear it. It talks to me.

You see, that’s the thing most people don’t realize; the wind is alive.

It’s a spirit, a “lost soul” if you will, and I’ve always been able to hear it, talk to it.

It talks to most people, believe it or not. It’s their “imaginary friend”.

But as people get older, they start to dismiss it, to not believe what they’re hearing is true, is real.

And so the wind stops talking to them. Life moves on.

But not for me. I refused to dismiss it, to believe what people say. Why? Because I listen, and because the wind told me it was lonely. Well, I was lonely too. So I talked to it, listened, and I still do.

Whenever I got bullied, the wind would tell me something about the bully, something that was muttered to the wind and left to hang. I would use that something, stop them from hurting me with cruel words.

But one day, the wind stopped.

I woke up, and there were no whispers, no talking. The wind was silent.

This is the story of how I saved the wind.

what do you think? amazing or what??

Snow, out!

sending out hugs

Okay, Death, this post goes out to you.

Death Rose, my friend and blog-sis tried (yet again) to kill herself today.
Her family found her and got her to hospital, but I just wanted her to know that she is loved.

If nothing else, she always has blog land and she always always has me. Deathy, if ever you needs to talk, rant or just... hang, you e-mail me.

I send hugs out across the bass strait and so do everyone else from blog land.

Heal up quick, okay?

why do i need a title??

okay...

so apparently Saph (my friend from the previous post) dicided to delete/edit some of her songs... i wish she hadn't, because they were perfect as they were...

anyway, in other news....

i love this skullduggery mash-up:Jackyrie

this my get me killed...

okay, so my friend will probably kill me for this, but...

look at this blog, okay? She has written some amazing songs. and i mean amazing.

http://why-do-i-need-a-url-for-this-thing.blogspot.com.au/

just look at it.

do it.

do it!!

Short story.

The phone

A phone was ringing in the middle of the street. No one else seemed to notice it. Not that there were many other people around.

Sighing, I walked up to it and answered.

“Hello?” I said, annoyance obvious in my voice.

A pause, then a voice said, “Who is this? What are you doing with this phone?”

I blinked, unsure of how to answer. Of cause, this wasn’t my phone and I had had no right to answer it, so I could understand the annoyance of the man on the other side. But that didn’t mean he had to be rude.

“It’s none of your business who I am. But I will tell you why I have the phone.”

“You little thief. You took that phone from him, didn’t you?!”

“No,” I replied, slightly frustrated, “I found it, sitting the middle of the street! You’d better learn some manners mister, because if you want this phone your going to have to ask for it, not accuse me of stealing it. You friend obviously doesn’t respect it, if he left it in the middle of the street.”

O-oh… now I’d done it.

“Look, brat, the mans phone you have, he is a very important man. If you did steal it, you’ll be sorry. Now tell me who the hell you are!” the man on the other end screeched.

Letting my pride and ego take charge, I yelled back, “First off, I’m no “brat”. Second, I don’t care one bit who your boss is. And third, I am not telling you my name, because that is none of your business!”

I slammed the phone shut, threw it on the ground. Then I bolted. Knowing modern technology, they could track that phone and I didn’t want to be anywhere nearby when someone finally arrived.

Breathing heavy, I stopped a few streets away.

And then I heard the public phone down the street ringing.

I tried, by god did I try, to ignore it. But I couldn’t. It just wasn’t who I was.

So, knowing who it would be and dreading the up-coming conversation, I walked up to the phone booth and answered.

As soon as the phone was next to my ear, the man was talking.

“You pest of a kid. That phone had some important files on it. You’re going to regret that.”

“I already do,” I assured the man, knowing this would drive him nuts.

“You fool, you don’t realize what you’ve gotten yourself into, do you?” he stated threateningly.

“No,” I said simply. Let him think me thick, I didn’t care.

Heavy breathing on the other end. Then, as sharp as a blade, the man said, “Run, little girl. Run. Because we’re tracking you. I’m tracking you. And by god, if that doesn’t scare you, then you’re foolish.”

“Try your best,” I breathed through my fear before I hung up.

And then I was running again.

I wouldn’t let this be a game of cat and mouse. I would run, yes, but I wouldn’t let him beat me.

For the first time in my life, I was glad I had no parents. That meant no one he could use to hurt me, no one I had to stay here for.

I turned a corner and stopped. Right on cue, the public phone next to me rung.

Shaking my head at the predictability of it all, I answered, but made sure I got the first word in.

“What now, mister dark and mysterious?” I said casually.

That made him pause, which in turn made me grin.

“Unbelievable. Your actually liking this,” he said, annoyed.

“Oh, yes. Running. Always love some god running.” I said happily.

Another cause for a break on his part.

Then he said, “What is wrong with you, you’re being chased.”

“Oh, I can answer that question! Everything is wrong with me,” I said grinning madly.

This time he hung up.

Shrugging, I began running again.

Even if he’d given up, I truly didn’t care.

I just ran. Never looking back.