Okay, so this post isn't exactly about "The People." It's more about this book idea I have...
What do you think about Mermaids?
Yes, underwater, scaley fins, seashell-bra mermaids.
I'm thinking about writing a story about them.
Ava and Eve, two of the last twelve Mermaids left on the Earth, left to die because the ocean is overheating with that whole global-warming thing. They're thinking about life when poachers come along and declare that they're out to get them. Ava falls in love with a human, which really sucks, because his dad is one of the poachers. And Eve provokes the other poacher, nearly killing herself, and now the poachers are out for Eve and Ava. And this whole time the poor boy is in love with a pretty much dead mermaid. Who, in fact, are pretty dangerous. Mermaids are strong and poisonous and not all that fun to be around, but they're pretty and can be sweet and that's why this kid is trying to save their race while his dad is trying to kill them all. Fun.
What do ya think?? LEAVE COMMENT PLEASE.
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Sunday, May 20, 2007
Had A Dream Last Night...
Okay, so I had a dream last night, and now I'm having a totally freaky Stephenie Meyer moment. (If you have no idea what I'm taking about, Stephenie Meyer wrote her totally-awesome books based on a dream she had.) It was a really strange dream... I couldn't figure out what the character's names were, but there was only a boy and a girl, so I'll just call them Boy and Girl until I can determine their names. Here it goes...
Characters: Boy and Girl
Scene: A long, uphill dirt road leading into a forest.
Everything was spinning. I grasped at my side, unsure about where I was. I had to keep moving forward, no matter what, but I was getting so tired, so drowsy and... dizzy. I pushed myself another couple of feet. I was going to get there, no matter what, because I needed the truth. This had all gone too far.
I clasped at my side with my other hand, my side aching and my breathing becoming heavy. I could feel something wet at my feet, something puncturing them, and then I remembered I had left without putting shoes on. The pain of the glass between my toes was lost in the agony of what I was about to do.
I continued to march forward. There was no stopping now, not for anything.
Something rushed by me, sending a cool breeze across my cheek. It wasn't until a couple of seconds later that I realized that the something was a someone. Not just a someone, but several someones. It looked like runners, but I couldn't tell. Something wet and hot was covering my eyes. It tasted alot like blood. Blood, and tears. Those couldn't be runners. Who would want to run on a road like this? A road of glass and gravel, a road that never ended...
I couldn't take it anymore. Gasping and panting, I sunk into the rough soil. Maybe I could go on, but not at the moment. I needed to stop. Just for a minute or two, and then I could get back up and march on again. I let my eyes drift shut, not caring about how I looked, a bleeding, sweaty teenager lying on the side of a dirt road. Let them stare...
I don't know how long I was asleep for. Or if I was even asleep. Maybe I was just in a state of nothingness. Waiting for an awakening. Well my awakening came. It was something hot and humid, breathing across my neck, but something wouldn't let me open my eyes to see what. Or maybe my eyes were open, just that sweat and blood were blocking my vision. Sweat and blood. I must have looked terrible to the creature breathing on me.
I could feel something hard and long slip beneath me. Hard and long, like an arm, only it wasn't like any human arm I could think of. It was as hard as stone, but gentle as ever, and hot like a fire. It burned my skin. I tried to scream, but I couldn't hear anything. I tried to scream again, this time more out of fear than pain. I felt the hand clasp across my mouth to silence me, and I coughed. The hand stroked my face. I sank into the statue holding me up.
I tried to open my eyes again, this time fighting for my vision. I yelled and shouted and moaned, but nothing happened.
"Shh," someone whispered, "it's okay."
"No it's not," I said. I could hear my voice now. "The glass, my feet, they hurt."
The stone person lifted me up with ease. I tried to find my vision now, this time successful. I brushed the red away from my eyes. Boy's face looked down at me.
"What- what are you doing?" I cried, trying to fight my way out of his strong hold.
"Rescuing you," he answered. "What were you thinking, Girl? You could have gotten yourself killed."
"No, Boy, no," I cried. I was looking my vision again. The red was taking over. "I need to go back, I have to go back. You don't understand!"
"Please, Girl, you have to trust me," he whispered in my ear. I could feel the runners whooshing by us again.
"Who are those people?" I asked him, trying to open my eyes. I hadn't slept in days.
"Shh, girl, shh," he pleaded. "Those things, they can't hear us, we can't let them hear us. They probably saw you when you fell. They're probably going to get reinforcement."
"Reinforcement?" I asked. I didn't think I was hearing things right.
"Shh," he whispered again.
I couldn't fight him anymore. I sunk into his stone arms, letting the redness conquer me.
***
Though that this was pretty weird...
Characters: Boy and Girl
Scene: A long, uphill dirt road leading into a forest.
Everything was spinning. I grasped at my side, unsure about where I was. I had to keep moving forward, no matter what, but I was getting so tired, so drowsy and... dizzy. I pushed myself another couple of feet. I was going to get there, no matter what, because I needed the truth. This had all gone too far.
I clasped at my side with my other hand, my side aching and my breathing becoming heavy. I could feel something wet at my feet, something puncturing them, and then I remembered I had left without putting shoes on. The pain of the glass between my toes was lost in the agony of what I was about to do.
I continued to march forward. There was no stopping now, not for anything.
Something rushed by me, sending a cool breeze across my cheek. It wasn't until a couple of seconds later that I realized that the something was a someone. Not just a someone, but several someones. It looked like runners, but I couldn't tell. Something wet and hot was covering my eyes. It tasted alot like blood. Blood, and tears. Those couldn't be runners. Who would want to run on a road like this? A road of glass and gravel, a road that never ended...
I couldn't take it anymore. Gasping and panting, I sunk into the rough soil. Maybe I could go on, but not at the moment. I needed to stop. Just for a minute or two, and then I could get back up and march on again. I let my eyes drift shut, not caring about how I looked, a bleeding, sweaty teenager lying on the side of a dirt road. Let them stare...
I don't know how long I was asleep for. Or if I was even asleep. Maybe I was just in a state of nothingness. Waiting for an awakening. Well my awakening came. It was something hot and humid, breathing across my neck, but something wouldn't let me open my eyes to see what. Or maybe my eyes were open, just that sweat and blood were blocking my vision. Sweat and blood. I must have looked terrible to the creature breathing on me.
I could feel something hard and long slip beneath me. Hard and long, like an arm, only it wasn't like any human arm I could think of. It was as hard as stone, but gentle as ever, and hot like a fire. It burned my skin. I tried to scream, but I couldn't hear anything. I tried to scream again, this time more out of fear than pain. I felt the hand clasp across my mouth to silence me, and I coughed. The hand stroked my face. I sank into the statue holding me up.
I tried to open my eyes again, this time fighting for my vision. I yelled and shouted and moaned, but nothing happened.
"Shh," someone whispered, "it's okay."
"No it's not," I said. I could hear my voice now. "The glass, my feet, they hurt."
The stone person lifted me up with ease. I tried to find my vision now, this time successful. I brushed the red away from my eyes. Boy's face looked down at me.
"What- what are you doing?" I cried, trying to fight my way out of his strong hold.
"Rescuing you," he answered. "What were you thinking, Girl? You could have gotten yourself killed."
"No, Boy, no," I cried. I was looking my vision again. The red was taking over. "I need to go back, I have to go back. You don't understand!"
"Please, Girl, you have to trust me," he whispered in my ear. I could feel the runners whooshing by us again.
"Who are those people?" I asked him, trying to open my eyes. I hadn't slept in days.
"Shh, girl, shh," he pleaded. "Those things, they can't hear us, we can't let them hear us. They probably saw you when you fell. They're probably going to get reinforcement."
"Reinforcement?" I asked. I didn't think I was hearing things right.
"Shh," he whispered again.
I couldn't fight him anymore. I sunk into his stone arms, letting the redness conquer me.
***
Though that this was pretty weird...
Monday, May 14, 2007
Post Camp: Part 1
Okay, so Saturday night I had one of the strongest "visions" I've ever had. It was scary real. Like see-every-possible-thing real. Buckle down peeps. This one's really long. Here's how it all went down:
Characters: Holly, Leesa, Kyle, Stefenie, Amber, Daniel.
Scene: A really big house at a family gathering
I crossed the hall into the next room, hoping it would be empty. I didn't want to talk to people right now. I was having a hard enough time with Kyle. It was so unfair. Yeah, we had only met at summer camp, and yeah, we were about as in-love as sixteen-year-olds could get, but it still really pissed me off how Amber could just blow us off like that. Kyle and I were together, and no matter how much Amber nagged us, we were staying together until time (or whatever happened to 16 year olds) pulled us apart.
I pulled my cell out from my purse. I was going to try to call Amber again, for literally the 27th time today. She couldn't avoid me forever. This wasn't an "I saw him first" argument anymore; I think Amber was starting to fall in love with my man. I sat down on my couch and dialed her number, waiting for the other end to begin to ring. Nothing. No service, go figure.
I could hear a voice distantly calling my name from the other end of the hall, and I was almost tempted to respond. No. I wouldn't. I had finally found my area of solitude-- I wasn't giving that up now. But the voice had already found me.
"Holly?" my dad asked, peeking in to make sure I wasn't naked or something.
"That's me," I responded, rising from my position and looking him in the eye. I didn't want to talk to my dad right now. I missed my boyfriend. He was probably one thousand miles away. Ironically, he was going to a family event to socialize with people he'd never even met, too.
"Holl, I want you to meet your cousin," my dad smiled.
"My cousin?" I asked. That was confusing. I was almost positive I knew every one of my cousins.
"Well, really, like your fourth cousin twice removed, or something like that. But he's about your age, and I think you might get along."
Oh boy, it was a he. I'd swear if I wasn't related to this guy, it sounded like my dad was trying to fix me up, which is literally a 16 year old's worst nightmare.
I sluggishly followed my dad into the next room, towards the tall post-pubesent boy facing the window, obviously in the same anti-social box that I was once quite content in. From what I could see, he was about 6 foot, blonde hair, and looked alot like Kyle from behind.
"Holl, I want you to meet Kyle," he smiled, and quickly left the room.
Crap. No, please no, not my Kyle.
The boy slowly turned around, apparantley just as freaked as I was. His blue eyes were wide with fear. Those blue eyes, my blue eyes.
"Holly," he mouthed.
Oh my god. I could feel my heart skip a beat. Tears were welling in my eyes; I wasn't sure if they were from disgust, anger, fear, or all of the above. My Kyle!! That was my Kyle!!!! All those nights at camp, Stefenie and Leesa always covering for me when I ran off with him... Daniel always joking about when Kyle would propose, we were so deeply in love...
Gross!
No, it couldn't be, it just couldn't be. I had kissed him. I had kissed him, and yet we was my..... no!
I let out a slight scream.
"Holy crap," Kyle whispered.
"This is so not fair," I cried, tears streaming down my face as I slid to the floor.
"Ugh," Kyle sighed. I looked at him angrily. "We loved each other," he breathed. "And yet we're..."
"Oh god, Kyle, don't say it..."
"Related."
****
Okay, so the saga will continue with Holly and Kyle... part 2 coming soon!
(I can really see this coming into a book)
Characters: Holly, Leesa, Kyle, Stefenie, Amber, Daniel.
Scene: A really big house at a family gathering
I crossed the hall into the next room, hoping it would be empty. I didn't want to talk to people right now. I was having a hard enough time with Kyle. It was so unfair. Yeah, we had only met at summer camp, and yeah, we were about as in-love as sixteen-year-olds could get, but it still really pissed me off how Amber could just blow us off like that. Kyle and I were together, and no matter how much Amber nagged us, we were staying together until time (or whatever happened to 16 year olds) pulled us apart.
I pulled my cell out from my purse. I was going to try to call Amber again, for literally the 27th time today. She couldn't avoid me forever. This wasn't an "I saw him first" argument anymore; I think Amber was starting to fall in love with my man. I sat down on my couch and dialed her number, waiting for the other end to begin to ring. Nothing. No service, go figure.
I could hear a voice distantly calling my name from the other end of the hall, and I was almost tempted to respond. No. I wouldn't. I had finally found my area of solitude-- I wasn't giving that up now. But the voice had already found me.
"Holly?" my dad asked, peeking in to make sure I wasn't naked or something.
"That's me," I responded, rising from my position and looking him in the eye. I didn't want to talk to my dad right now. I missed my boyfriend. He was probably one thousand miles away. Ironically, he was going to a family event to socialize with people he'd never even met, too.
"Holl, I want you to meet your cousin," my dad smiled.
"My cousin?" I asked. That was confusing. I was almost positive I knew every one of my cousins.
"Well, really, like your fourth cousin twice removed, or something like that. But he's about your age, and I think you might get along."
Oh boy, it was a he. I'd swear if I wasn't related to this guy, it sounded like my dad was trying to fix me up, which is literally a 16 year old's worst nightmare.
I sluggishly followed my dad into the next room, towards the tall post-pubesent boy facing the window, obviously in the same anti-social box that I was once quite content in. From what I could see, he was about 6 foot, blonde hair, and looked alot like Kyle from behind.
"Holl, I want you to meet Kyle," he smiled, and quickly left the room.
Crap. No, please no, not my Kyle.
The boy slowly turned around, apparantley just as freaked as I was. His blue eyes were wide with fear. Those blue eyes, my blue eyes.
"Holly," he mouthed.
Oh my god. I could feel my heart skip a beat. Tears were welling in my eyes; I wasn't sure if they were from disgust, anger, fear, or all of the above. My Kyle!! That was my Kyle!!!! All those nights at camp, Stefenie and Leesa always covering for me when I ran off with him... Daniel always joking about when Kyle would propose, we were so deeply in love...
Gross!
No, it couldn't be, it just couldn't be. I had kissed him. I had kissed him, and yet we was my..... no!
I let out a slight scream.
"Holy crap," Kyle whispered.
"This is so not fair," I cried, tears streaming down my face as I slid to the floor.
"Ugh," Kyle sighed. I looked at him angrily. "We loved each other," he breathed. "And yet we're..."
"Oh god, Kyle, don't say it..."
"Related."
****
Okay, so the saga will continue with Holly and Kyle... part 2 coming soon!
(I can really see this coming into a book)
Monday, May 7, 2007
The People!!! The People!!!
Okay, so I said that I was done for the night. I lied. The people are raging at me, and they're mad. Well, not really mad, but upset at me for shoving them to the back of my mind for so long. Here goes the rampage:
Characters: Susan and Mike
Setting: The kitchen in Mike's house (not fun)
"Well, that wasn't very fun," Susan complained, looking around at the floor, tracing her finger around the cracks in the linoleum.
"You're kidding me, right?" Mike asked. "That was awesome."
"Mike," Susan retorted, "That sucked."
"No it didn't," Mike whined. "You're just mad because I'm not as horrible as your brother. You're all pouty 'cause you didn't win this time."
"Mike, it's not about the stupid game of rock-paper-scissors!" Susan cried. "Seriously, we need to leave."
"Why? What's wrong?"
"I'm bleeding, see?" Susan held out her index finger, and Mike examined the slice penetrating the skin. Red gushed from the cut.
"Eww..." Mike cooed, reaching for a band-aid in his back pocket.
"And that's not all," Susan whispered, reaching out her hand to display the gash that was stretched across her palm.
"Wow," he whispered, "rock-paper-scissors is no fun when you use real scissors."
"Mike, those were like knives."
"No, they were not. They were just really sharp scissors."
"Anyway, it was stupid, and now I'm bleeding, and we really need to leave." Blood was staring to rub off on her clothes.
"Okay, lemme just bandage you up-"
The latch to the door lock unhatched.
"Uh-oh," went Mike.
The vampires were home.
****
All I can say about this story: uh-oh.
:)
Characters: Susan and Mike
Setting: The kitchen in Mike's house (not fun)
"Well, that wasn't very fun," Susan complained, looking around at the floor, tracing her finger around the cracks in the linoleum.
"You're kidding me, right?" Mike asked. "That was awesome."
"Mike," Susan retorted, "That sucked."
"No it didn't," Mike whined. "You're just mad because I'm not as horrible as your brother. You're all pouty 'cause you didn't win this time."
"Mike, it's not about the stupid game of rock-paper-scissors!" Susan cried. "Seriously, we need to leave."
"Why? What's wrong?"
"I'm bleeding, see?" Susan held out her index finger, and Mike examined the slice penetrating the skin. Red gushed from the cut.
"Eww..." Mike cooed, reaching for a band-aid in his back pocket.
"And that's not all," Susan whispered, reaching out her hand to display the gash that was stretched across her palm.
"Wow," he whispered, "rock-paper-scissors is no fun when you use real scissors."
"Mike, those were like knives."
"No, they were not. They were just really sharp scissors."
"Anyway, it was stupid, and now I'm bleeding, and we really need to leave." Blood was staring to rub off on her clothes.
"Okay, lemme just bandage you up-"
The latch to the door lock unhatched.
"Uh-oh," went Mike.
The vampires were home.
****
All I can say about this story: uh-oh.
:)
Favorite Songs-- Yay!
Okay, so, as you all know, nothing surpasses the Bleshna song on the hysterical level. But for the ones I actually listen to, I have two current favorites. (But be warned: they'll probably change in about a week.)
^Whoo! Maneater!^
No Hay Igual!! Yay!!
Well, that's about it for now. Have fun... I'm out!
Friday, May 4, 2007
Jane and Molly
"The People" were back again today, and they have been very schemish lately, if that's even a word. Anyway, I'll tell you what happened.
Characters: Jane and Molly
Scene: The living room
Jane sat on the floor in front of the couch, her knees held tight to her chest. She swayed back and forth slightly.
"I'm bored," she finally whispered after a long five minutes of silence.
"Me too," Molly whispered, sprawled out on the sofa with her jet black hair in her eyes. "Being home alone isn't all that fun anymore."
"Now that we're mature, and all," Jane responded, blowing a huge bubble with her gum and letting it pop in her face.
"Yeah, mature," Molly mimicked, her eyes slowly drooping. The blazing July day was taking its toll on them. And there were still four hours to go until the end of their mom's shift at the Safeway.
Jane slowly tipped over onto her side, groaning as she did so. Sweat beads rolled down the side of her neck. "We really need air conditioning," she complained.
"I know," whispered Molly, sitting up to stare at the imprint of sweat where her body had been on the couch. "Ugh," she said.
"Remember the first time we were home alone?" Jane asked.
"Yeah, I think," Molly said, shaking her head, "Didn't we get grounded?"
"Yeah," Jane smiled. "But I don't remember what for."
"Wasn't it for doing that thing to the neighbor's cat?" Molly questioned.
"Oh yeah, huh," Jane was giggling now. "That was bad."
"But it was fun," Molly retorted. "Worth two weeks of restriction."
"Naw," Jane shook her head, then looked at Molly's face. "Well, kinda worth it."
"That was the best day ever. I'll never forget it," Molly beamed.
"You'd better not," Jane threatened. "I had to miss John's party because of that two weeks."
"Oh yeah, John," Molly remembered. "You really liked him, no?"
"Liked him? Moll, I was head over heels in love with him."
"Oh yeah, I forgot about those 14 by 17 pictures you had in your room. You spent three weeks worth of allowance to get those printed."
"Shut up, Molly! You promised you wouldn't bring that up. It's embarrassing. And he's still cute, you must say."
"Yeah, I guess."
"That whole thing because of that cat."
"And the cat was fine, too, I don't see why we got punished."
"Me either. The cat seemed like it was having fun."
A few minutes of silence, then a meow from outside.
"Jane, you know what I'm thinking?" Molly smirked, thinking of the cat.
"I'll get the Velcro strips."
"I'll start the hose."
***
Ha! Hilarious, don't you think? Don't ask, I don't know what it means either, but I love the ending.
Characters: Jane and Molly
Scene: The living room
Jane sat on the floor in front of the couch, her knees held tight to her chest. She swayed back and forth slightly.
"I'm bored," she finally whispered after a long five minutes of silence.
"Me too," Molly whispered, sprawled out on the sofa with her jet black hair in her eyes. "Being home alone isn't all that fun anymore."
"Now that we're mature, and all," Jane responded, blowing a huge bubble with her gum and letting it pop in her face.
"Yeah, mature," Molly mimicked, her eyes slowly drooping. The blazing July day was taking its toll on them. And there were still four hours to go until the end of their mom's shift at the Safeway.
Jane slowly tipped over onto her side, groaning as she did so. Sweat beads rolled down the side of her neck. "We really need air conditioning," she complained.
"I know," whispered Molly, sitting up to stare at the imprint of sweat where her body had been on the couch. "Ugh," she said.
"Remember the first time we were home alone?" Jane asked.
"Yeah, I think," Molly said, shaking her head, "Didn't we get grounded?"
"Yeah," Jane smiled. "But I don't remember what for."
"Wasn't it for doing that thing to the neighbor's cat?" Molly questioned.
"Oh yeah, huh," Jane was giggling now. "That was bad."
"But it was fun," Molly retorted. "Worth two weeks of restriction."
"Naw," Jane shook her head, then looked at Molly's face. "Well, kinda worth it."
"That was the best day ever. I'll never forget it," Molly beamed.
"You'd better not," Jane threatened. "I had to miss John's party because of that two weeks."
"Oh yeah, John," Molly remembered. "You really liked him, no?"
"Liked him? Moll, I was head over heels in love with him."
"Oh yeah, I forgot about those 14 by 17 pictures you had in your room. You spent three weeks worth of allowance to get those printed."
"Shut up, Molly! You promised you wouldn't bring that up. It's embarrassing. And he's still cute, you must say."
"Yeah, I guess."
"That whole thing because of that cat."
"And the cat was fine, too, I don't see why we got punished."
"Me either. The cat seemed like it was having fun."
A few minutes of silence, then a meow from outside.
"Jane, you know what I'm thinking?" Molly smirked, thinking of the cat.
"I'll get the Velcro strips."
"I'll start the hose."
***
Ha! Hilarious, don't you think? Don't ask, I don't know what it means either, but I love the ending.
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