Kaze

One of my friends, Doodlebuggy88 got hacked. I don't have her on my friends list, but they have access to hers might be able to get to mine in a round abuot fashion. I doubt it, but I'm posting ya'll to warn you not to click on anything from her until this is all cleared up.

And to say that if I EVER catch who hacked my minion. . .

I'm going to eat you. Without special seasoning. After I've tenderized you and maranated you for a bit.

Get Your Cyborg Name

Look, I'm alive!  I'm alive!  I had so much homework I never thought it would end, but I liiiiiiive!!!  Go me.

I think I'm actually caught up with my work.  I haven't been caught up with anything this entire semester.  Man, I'm surprised I have the grades I do.  Sleep deprivation is amazing when interpreting crazy old guys that make no sense.  In case you can't tell, I'm in a class called "Intellectual History of the West."  It makes me sound smart, but I don't get half of what they're trying to tell me.  Maybe it's the sleep deprivation again.

Who cares?  At least I've gotten very good at crapping my way through it.  Very, very good.  And the best part?  My prof either doesn't know, or doesn't care.  I don't care which it is, either.  As long as my grade stays decent, that's just fine.

Okay, I'm shutting up before I get overly loopy.  By the way, Amber, I'm sorry I didn't get to see you over Thanksgiving.  I wanted to, but I was so busy all week.  It was horrid.  I'll call you when I get home for Christmas, though, and we'll have to plan to see each other.  I should be home sometime the 14th, but it'll probably be late, so I doubt I'll call you that day, but maybe the one after.

Yay for almost being done with the semester!

I was looking for a community for my writing, and I thought, "why not make a new one?  We're all writers on here, and it could be fun."  This will be an interesting experience, but I hope a lot of people will want to join in on the fun and let me get a feel for this whole, "making a community thing."  So, why not?  I'm really looking forward to it, and I hope other people like it too.  It promises to be an interesting experience.

Plus, I'm really thrilled with the name.  The account name is Pen_v_Sword, a play on that, "then pen is mightier than than the sword."  I thought it was great fun.  And then the name of the community is "Inked Quills."  Forgive, I think it's fun.  And I'm amused.  But we all know where that gets me, considering my sense of humor!  Ha ha!

I hope to have some fun it.

I would have put "dead" for my mood. . . but couldn't find it.  Drained will simply have to do.

It rained today.  Poured, really.  I wanted to die.  Okay, not really.  What I really wanted was to sleep until doomsday.  And maybe a little further.  The sky was nice and dark and gray and I didn't really need to get out of bed.  Except to go to class, and I had this pesky test I had to take. . . yeah, I really didn't want to get up.  And I got up too late to get tea, because I'm lazy and I'd rather have real sleep than caffeine.  Studying my eyelids is a lot more interesting than studying my textbooks.

But I had a test today.

It took me less than ten minutes to take.

I could have been sleeping.

Go figure.

So I got up, went and took my test, went to my next class, and got out in time for it to start pouring, then get soaked on my way to chapel.  The real kicker was that I had an umbrella.  And I didn't get wet from top down, but from bottom up.  I think it soaked into my pants, crawled up my legs, and took over to make itself at home in all my clothes to make me uncomfortably damp during chapel.  Not wet, not dry, damp.

I hate being damp.

I like to play in the rain.  I like the wind, I like the water.  They're great.  I like to dance in the rain.  I like to sing in the rain.  But I hate having to wear wet clothes all day.  Which is why I hate the rain.

It's the same reason I hate snow.

It gets me damp.  I hate being damp.  And cold.  And. . . and. . . damp.

So I'm out in the rain, trying to huddle under my umbrella because I don't want to be damp through chapel, and through my next class, wanting to play in the rain, but not wanting to get. . . damp.  Have I mentioned that I despise, loathe, and all around detest being damp?  Playing in the rain and snow?  Great!  Anytime!  But I'd better have something dry for afterwards.

And then I get in a mood like this.  Classes have fried my brain, I haven't written anything decent in weeks, and I'm going insane.  My muses have vanished because they can't take the pressure.  Put in a notice of resignation, clocked out, and changed their cell numbers.  I think one was headed towards the Bahamas.

What jerks.  They could have taken me.

Who ever said only unmotivated people have writer's block should be shot.  After I get to use the thumbscrews.  They have obviously never tried to take seventeen hours at the uni while attempting to write a book.  Then they can tell me writer's block is all fake.  I can't even think.  In fact, there's probably smoke coming out my ears and I just haven't noticed yet.  I'd check, but I can't muster the energy.  Agh.  Maybe I should just go pass out until morning.  Except I know I'd wake up about ten and be energized and ready for a new day.  And then I wouldn't get back to sleep, and then I'd be really cranky tomorrow.

I think I'm going to go pretend to be an ostrich for awhile.  If I don't see the homework, it won't see me.

Excuse me, I need to go find some sand to shove my head in.

So what if I never write?  Geeze. . . lol.  I should get better about this, seeing how I'm in school and this is a great line of communication, but I'm soooo lazy!  And we all know about my summer anyway, since I was home.  Meh.  *sticks out tongue*  Lol.

I'm pretty well settled in at school and down to work, though I never did find a job.  Evil little buggers, jobs are.  But I have enough to live on, so I'm not too worried.  I just wish I wasn't so. . . broke.  Heh.

My car is working good (which it better be) and I have enough school work to kill a small animal--okay, so what if I ran two squirrels over with my car?  They ran in front of me and there's no way I'm going to risk running into a ditch over a squirrel.  If they want to be suicidal, that's their problem.  Meh.  But my school work. . . well, that's just not right.  I have three tests this week, two on Wednesday and one on Thursday, and it stinks.  I also got my hair cut.  It's really short and cute and all I have to do it put a little water and leave in conditioner on it in the morning and forget about it.  It's great!  And I can take really, really, really short showers now that I don't have to mess with my long hair.

I donated, and it was sixteen inches long.  Ha, and that was before she styled it.  Have I mentioned how amazing my stylist is?  She's great.  I was sooooo glad I waited to cut my hair until I go back because Brenda's amazing!  I love how she cuts my hair.  I'll be very sad to leave her behind, that's for sure!

Well, I just wanted to let people know I was alive, but now I've got work to do.

Later!

Yeah, yeah, I know.  Bad Sarah, you should actually keep up with this thing incase people want to know if you're still breathing.  Well. . . *Pouty face*  I know.  I'm a bad critter.  Bad, bad, bad critter.  Yup.  But, see, I'm still breathing, so it's okay!

My brother is all moved into his new apartment in Chicago, which is totally great and we really cleaned out half the house for him, but it's all good.  I have plenty of stuff left to take with me, and there's still plenty at home, too.  Hee hee.  That's what happens when you move three households together.  You dig through the stuff in the basement as a poor college/recent college grad, take a few hundred dollars of stuff they'll never care to use again, and make it your own, therefor saving lots of money!

I also have a funny story about baby-sitting.  So, I've been baby-sitting since, like, middle school, you know?  Back when I set my rates, they were normal and reasonable for the time.  $2 for the first kid per hour, and $1 for each additional kid per hour.  Normal, reasonable rates.  And I was 12.  Cheap was good.  Got me more jobs.  This was all well and good, but when I moved I lost a lot (okay, all) of my clients.  Which is all well and good and everything, but I've never changes my rates.  I don't baby-sit much, the people I usually sit for aren't exactly rich, and I'm not usually hurting for money.

So I baby-sat Sunday for a couple hours, two kids, one six, one three (I got the three year old down for her nap!  The mom didn't think I could do it!  Hah!) and charged her six bucks.  Those're my rates, haven't changed them in years.  Not much, but so what?  It wasn't like it was a real chore for me to sit her kids.  So the lady looks at me, frowns, and goes, "You aren't expensive enough."

My jaw dropped.  I'm going, "Wha--?  I'm not. . . wait. . . did she just tell me I was too cheap?  She did!  She just refused my rates and told me I was too cheap!  Who does that?"  So I'm staring at her like a fish that's just been dropped out of his bowl, and she doubled my rates, despite (some) protest.  So, for the first time in my life, I've been told I'm too cheap.  I have never in my life been told my rates were too cheap.  I mean, sure it was $6, but it wasn't like I was trying to make a living.  I'm not entirely sure if I'm offended, yet.  Of course, I keep looking at this and laughing, so I must be all right.  Either that or it has yet to sink in and I'm still in shock.  Maybe that's it.  Shock.  Heh.  Oh well.  But I just had to share that.  I have finally been told I'm too cheap.  Heh.  And even as I write this I'm thinking, "Oh well.  I'm still not changing my rates."

Isn't that pathetic?  Hahaha!

Holy crap has it ben awhile.  Whew, sorry, people!  I've been out of my mind with real life, in case you can tell, and I'm just now getting done with school and caugh tup on sleep.  I'm amazed I'm actually posting, too, but that's all right!  You know you love me anyway.

Well, life's good and all.  My big bro just graduated, and I'm sitting on my butt right now, looking for a job for the summer, but I'm not going stir crazy yet.  This thunderstorm here has given me a raging headache, but all in all, that's all right.  I'm home and away from that monstrosity known as school, typing for fun instead of homework and loving every, relaxing moment.  Sounds a pity, right?  Oh well, I love it anyway.

Okay, got to get ready for supper, but maybe I'll actually manage to post more often now!  Ha ha, wish me luck on that!

Well, exams are over (finally) and so's my semester.  I'm on break! w00T!  So I'm kicking back and relaxing and catching up on life.  Heh.

I do need some help, though.  One of my friends needs help.  His mom has cancer and needs a histerectemy--I guess that's spelled right. . .sigh--anyway, they don't have insurance, as far as I know, and need help getting the money for it.  He's a good guy, though he's an on-line friend, which apparently makes him untrustworthy just because everyone on-line is a stalker (if you talk to my mother, anyway), but I promised I'd help.  So, I need some ideas here.  Anyone have some pratical advice?

Beyond that, however, are other things to talk about.  Lol.  Life in general is good.  Home is good.  Not having to use my own money and mooching off the parentals is very good. . . anything more than that?  Eh, not really!  Miss school a little, but only my friends because I don't miss the work!  Heh.  And, for not having written in like. . . forever, this is a really short entery.  But that's cool!

Well, I'm off!

~Kaze

So I went on a retreat this weekend with my social club and did my best to forget everything else in the world.  Took some homework, and got it done, but it wasn't fratic like normal.  That was nice, lemme tell ya.  I worked a little on the plots for the Neverwhere series I've got in my head, and it'll hopefully be good.  Not sure about it, yet, but I think it has potential.  I was considering turning it in, but the second installment already promises to be longer than the first, and I'm sure the third one will be.  The fourth will probably be the shortest, thought.  (watch this bite me in the butt when it's the longest. . . )

So, life is pretty good.  I've got all these stories almost worked out, and when I'm done I'm going to compile them into a novel and go for publishing!  Yup, publishing.  I think they're good enough, I'd just have to play with them a bit and I'd be set.  That and find an editor.  Anyone know a good one?  And Fuu?  YOu know what I'm gonna ask you, right?  ^_~  *claps*  I'm really excited for these.  I truely think they could be something!  So, I'm royally excited about that.  Like I said, has promise.  Heh.

What I need to do is get off my butt and work on some of my other stuff.  I need to put together a poetry anthology, because I think I could go places with that, too.  And my other novels need some desprate attention.  All three. . . four. . . five. . . however many of them.  Let me think. . . four.  All four of them.  Hee hee.

All right, so that's my update!  Really short, as of yet, but that can always change!  Hee hee.

~Kaze

Okay, I didn't really run away.  I've just not posted in a long time.  I leave for a few weeks, and then I discover that Fuu's being silly and Settai's in a lurch, and that everything it just all messed up.  OKAY, WHEN I GO ON VACATION FROM LJ, BAD THINGS ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN!  Are we settled on this?  Good, good.  I was worried.  Anyway, I've mucking about, trying to create a sequal for a story that wasn't going to have a sequal, but I love the characters so much that I had to make a sequal. . . geeze. . .

Anyway, I'm working on a second part for Neverwhere, called Somewhere.  Eventually I plan to have a four part story consisting of Neverwhere, Somewhere, Anywhere, and Everywhere.  So far it's going well enough.  I've having some trouble with a trasitional part in Somewhere, because I have the plot and it doesn't like me!  *cries*  See, Rei gets kidnapped, and because she's so young her mother can't jsut locate her on the mortal plane.  Thus we have the grand mis-adventure of Odin and Charon who can because of their time in Neverwhere.  Rei was kidnapped by a cult so they could sacrifice her gain immortaility.  They offer it to Odin and Charon, which would save Odin from an eternity in Hell, and Odin must decide whether to live forever, or to take his enternity and save little Rei.

In Anywhere, five years have passed since the kidnapping incident, and Odin and Charon are headed to the nice big city for college.  They spent two years at the community college which is why they've started at the Uni. late.  Well, there they meet Isis and Persephone (Oh, love intrest!  Hee hee!), who are identical twins.  Persephone died and Isis entered Neverwhere to bring her back.  They do not have the same power as Odin and Charon as that just wouldn't be any fun, but that's okay!  I've got their power written down somewhere, but I've currently forgotten what it is.  Anyway, the four of them discover the Philospher's stone.  Contrary to popular belief it doesn't turn lead to gold.  The stone, because of its ability to offer immortality, is threatening to rip the thin veil between Neverwhere and the mortal plane open.  Death cannot effect that which mortals have done, so she cannot mess with the stone, and Rei is still to young to even try.  So Odin, Charon, Isis, and Persephone must then do it.

The plot of Everywhere is still in the process, but it'll probably be either after they've died, or something.  Like I said, I really don't know about that one yet.  But it will be the end of the four-part story.

I'm really excited about it all, though.  So eventually I'll get it all written.  I'm working on Somewhere now, and I'll probably turn it in for my next creative writing assignment, but I'm not positive.  It's still got a lot of work left, and I can already tell it's going to be longer than Neverwhere and that was a bit long as it was.  I might turn in some poetry and leave it at that.  *Sigh*  That's okay.  I don't care.  I'll figure something out.

I've also got my schedule for next year all figured out, which was a pain in the butt, not by choice, of course.  I'm almost done with my major, which is good, I guess, but still annoying.  It's hard to pick classes as a history major when you've taken all but two of the ones they've offered.  That's bad.  But oh well.  I'll work towards a psyc minor and if I make, I make it, if I don't, I don't.  It'll still look good on my transcript.  And that is that.  As of next semester, if everything goes as planned, I'll have half of what I need to have it, so I think it'll be okay.  Heh.  Of course, after next semester I'll hopefully have my major classes all done.  Which is also good.  Heh.

Well, that's really all I have, so I'll head out and work on Somewhere again.  Maybe this slight writer's block with LEAVE ME ALONE!  ^_^

~Kaze

I decided to sit down and draw Odin and Charon tonight.  Just on whim, kind of, but they came out wonderful!  This is shocking, because I have very little talent in the drawing department.  But they were Odin and Charon.  Granted, I didn't capture them like aneki can, because Fuu is that awesome, but I did manage to draw protraits of them.  Nothing special, but I drew them.  I am very proud of myself.  *grins*  I spent FOREVER on them, so I'm just glad they came out as good as they did.  Still not Fuu's standard, but that's okay.  Aneki is a lot better than me.  She also pratices more. . . but that is beside the point!  I'm writing here to gloat!  So ha!  And it's not important that they aren't like. . . living breathing capture the moment type things, I just want them to be like, "This is Odin, and that's Charon."  And yes, Charon's a boy.  Which is also keep for me, because I have this problem.  I don't draw the male end of the species well.  I don't draw well at all, but they're my worst subjects.  Personally, I'd rather color.  I did that, too.  Lol.  No shading or anything complicated, but I can be like, "This is Odin."  Or, "This is Charon."  Which is all that matters.  *Stokes ego a little more and preens in front of a fake audience*

It's really sad.  When I write well, I'm like. . . "yeah, that sucks," because I know I can do better.  But when I draw well, I'm like, "Yeah, I rock!"  Because I know I can't do better.  At least not without a lot of pratice, and I'm honestly not that motivated when it comes to drawing.  That's what an illistraitor is for.  I'll let them do it.  Or I'll hire Fuu.  Fuu, will you be my illistrator when I get rich and famous?  Hee hee.  So, anyway, I drew some pictures that are good for my level (I'm soooo proud of them, you just don't understand!) and I printed off a hardcopy of Neverwhere (completele with all changes. . . it's like, 20 pages long. . . heh.) and I edited another story.

This one doesn't make me want to fall over and die from gagging.  Which is good.  It has potential.  At the current rate, it might not keep the potential, but it's there.  That's what counts.  At least for now.  The last story I edited?  Yeah. . . that's a negatory on the potential.  If I was someone else, I reccommend the paper shredder.  It was that bad.  Pathetic, isn't it?  But that's over and done with, thank everything.  And I drew Odin and Charon.

I know, I know, shut up about it all ready!  But I DREW ODIN AND CHARON!  *dodges rotten fruit*  Sor~ry.  Sheesh.  You people.  I like my pictures.  So there.  :P Plbbbb!  I might show the pictures to aneki, but other than that, I doubt they'll ever see the light of day.  But I'm still going to gloat!  So there!  Then again. . . aneki might read this and groan.  She's seen my lame attempts before (Feel bad for her, having to look at my butchered attempts I call drawings. . . I think I've single handedly massacared the thing called "art."  Hee hee.  I'm so evil!).

Anyway, I'm still so proud, sucky or not.  If this was written, I think I'd burn it. . . or something, but it's not!  Hahahaha!  So there!  I can still gloat.

*Glances at soapbox.*  Hm. . . I've been on this thing for awhile.  I'll get off now.  ^_^  And I recommend reading the new version of Neverwhere.  I need to know if it's any good.

Thank you!
~Kaze Cougar

The other 2 parts of Neverwhere Version 2.0


Grr... and now the whole thing is posted.  Read it, tell me how it is, and remind I can't kill the format. . .

All right, now then, I need to put the new copy of Neverwhere in here, and I'd like you to read it and give comments, kk? It's kind of creepy, I know, and it wasn't my orginal intention, but anything involving Odin is probably going to be creepy. Heh.






Parts One and Two.

^_^

~Kaze Cougar

Okay, so I was like, "Hm. . . haven't updated in a (long) while, I'll post and tell everyone what I've been up to.  Nothing good, you can be sure!  ^_~  I sat down and finished my short story, Neverwhere.  I beta'd it, and fixed parts I was roally unhappy with, and it shaped up a bit.  I enjoy the new version, but it's about eight pages longer than what my prof wanted.  Unfortuantly, 8-10 pages isn't enough time to characterize the people I created for the story.  They're complex characters that are designed to be. . . well, people.  Odin's characterization alone takes up a lot of space, and then I have to add in Charon, Rei, and Death (Who is Rei's mother) and the characters increase.  Normally I would have kept it to a minimum of two for what was going on, but the storyline didn't allow that.  I almost took out Death and made her and Rei the same person, but that simply didn't work either.

Anyway, I don't see how I'm supposed to get a decent story from crappy prompts in the 8-10 pages I'm assigned.  So the story went way over, and I'm ging to put in the new version of Neverwhere down a little further, I promise.  But, back to my rant, it's still not 8-10 pages, and I honestly don't think I can cut the wretched thing.  So if you've got any ideas, read it over and let me know.

Also, Amber, I need a favor!  *Puppy eyes*  Pleeeeaaaase?  I need to know about Halloween in the wiccan religion.  Back to the roots!  My meeting of history club is right around Halloween and I thought I'd do the history of Halloween, I'd start with it's orginal roots in pegan religion, go to the take over by the catholics, and the talk about how it got to where it is today.  Then I thought I'd try to get some pumpkin seeds for a snack, and maybe some halloween cookies or something, and buy those little gourds and some markers and we could decorate pumpkins.  So, will you help me and tell me about Holloween?  Pleeeaaase?  You're the best aneki EVER!!!!  (Yes, I'm attempting to butter you up.  Is it working?)

Anyway, so that's that idea I had.  I think it'll be fun.  College kids are just like first graders.  Give them some markers/paint and they'll keep themselves entertained for hours.  Lol!  Not that I have much room to talk.  I mean, really.  "Shiiiinyyyy. . . "  *Drools*  Hee hee.

Okay, other than that, I haven't been up to a great deal.  Just working on some homework, trying to sleep, trying not to get whatever's going around down here.  Nothing serious, of course.  Other than the not-catching-virus thing.  One of my girls had mono and I'd really like to avoid that.  I know it's not supposed to be very contagious, but that's a lie.  I have to make sure I don't catch it.  I've never had it before, and there's no way I could go home if I did catch it.  I'd be a miserable little thing, that's for sure.

~Kaze Cougar

We have a crap load of high schoolers and junior high schoolers visint campus this weekend.  Oh my goodness, it's a nightmare.  Our current number of people on campus is twice the number it usually is.  An utter zoo, I tell you all!  *Hides under bed*

So I've hid in my room as best I can, being an R.A. and all, and wonder what I was thinking, applying for this job.  I like it most of the time, but when this particular weekend rolls around, I never want to come out of my room.  There's just too many people.  Way too many people.  And if they do stupid things, we can't punish them because they don't technically go to school here even if they're our responsibility for the weekend.  Not good at all.  Nope, nuh-uh.  So I ran away for supper, and ate Subway.  Not because the food was bad (which is the normal reason) but because I couldn't have fit in the caf if I'd tried.  To many people!

But other that that, it wasn't so terrible.  I think I just felt the need to. . . run away.  Yeah.  Run very, very far.  *nods*  So I've attempted to be anti-social, and escape to the poor reality in my head to avoid the mass amounts of people that make me want to cower.  Which is funny, because I usually love people.  I enjoy hanging around people.  I'm (as weird as this sounds) and introverted extrovert.  Yes, I just contradicted myself.  Isn't it great?  So I was anti-social and I think I looked it, but it really wasn't my problem.  (Maybe it was, but I don't care!)

But the weekend was good.  I saw my cousin, her husband, and her son (he's soooo cute.  Fifteen months old.  Awww!)  And a red head!  (Awwww!)

So that was that.  Okay, got to go do room check.  Eh heh.

Good night!
~Kaze

I sound inordinarily proud of myself, I know.  But I can't help it.  *Grins*  I don't have much "computer savy"  really, and so this was a major accomplishment for me.  Especially since I haven't had much time to play.  But I rather like the new format that I've got, and I really like the colors.  (I'd better, since I picked them out).  In any case, I'm just really excited about all this.

Had creative writing this morning, and we critiqued one girl's story.  It made me cringe.  It was the girl that wrote about Mable Matilda Morris *shudder* and this time she wrote about this girl who fell in love with this guy in college when she was 13 and his fiancee convinetly dies and all this other cliched stuff.  I wanted to cry.  Melodrama isn't my favorite genre anyway, but this was like, the perfect guy and he's realized she is the PERFECT woman when's she's all grown up and oh, let's go get married.

Not exactly rocket science.  More like a cheap romance. . . without the sex.  Ugh.  What a story.  My inner writer hid under the bed and wouldn't come out.  I think she's still cowering.  And I can't say that I'm the best writing in the world, but it has to take talent to be that cliched.  Either that or immersing oneself in the realm of poor literature has more adverse side-effects than we could have ever imagined.  And I still can't figure out, for the life of me, what her prompt was.  Whenever I figure that out, I'll let everyone know.

Aside from all that, my roomate, who was sick, is feeling lots better, so kudos to that!  She slept like, all day Tuesday and Wednesday and she is now up and about and feeling pretty darn good.  I was thrilled.  I have my short story finished--which is great, even if I think it sucks--and it's not due for awhile, so I'm hoping for feedback.

All right, off to class with me!  w00T!  not.  Heh.
~Kaze

So my story was supposed to be 8-10 pages, and with the "proper" story formatting, it's fourteen.  But 8-10 pages?  I fart out chapters longer than that!  I fart out essays longer than that.  What am I supposed to do with a bunch of cliches in 8-10 pages?  Write another cliche, but honestly, that's the last thing we need!  *CoughMarySueCoughCough*  So I'm kinda wondering if it'll be a problem, and I'm not fond of the story anyway (It turned out as cliche as possible, considering not too many people enter the land of the dead, and when they do it's not to find their brother. . .).  Still, I was really, really disappointed.

I considered adding a kissing scene, to be funny, because, as I said, most people go to save their lovers and they have to wake them with a kiss.  So Rei was going to be like, "Now you have to kiss him!"

To which Odin would say, "What?  He's my brother!  That's gross!  It's. . . I don't know, incest!"

"Yeah, but most people go after their lovers and this amused Mom, so we just wrote it into the 'rules of waking the dead.'  Which doesn't work well in your case, since he is your brother, but we don't have an alternitive option.  Never got around to doing it."

But that didn't really fit the theme, since it's really not a funny story.  Just something from my strange mind.  I mean, it's not that I hate it, I just don't like it.  So almost anything would be an improvement!  Argh!  What a day!  It makes me want to scream. . . or something.  Gah!  But what can I do?  When the chliches are that bad, there's really so little hope.  I'll offer a few of my favorites.  And a few of my own sarcastic remarks on them.


So my roommate just told me that the 10th annual messy meeting has just been usurped by another club.  Okay, that's the third or fourth time someone has copied my club this year.  We're really laid back people, but we also like our creative ideas!  I'm really, really peeved about this.  We have a movie festival that we have for charity that we do every spring that got ripped so another club could better their funds, our meeting time, place, and theme for the first meeting of the year got ripped by a brand new club, and since we've done this every year for ten years they knew we were going to do it, so they ripped the name, and one of the freshman asked if my club was so out of ideas we had to rip from the new club.  Um, excuse me?  That's our idea.  Hello, plagerism?

I'm really steamed about this, because it's not like we do anything to get people mad at us.  We're about the most laid back people ever.  We just sort of go with the flow.  Most of the other clubs have rivalries, but we don't, because we're just sorta like, "Hey, you're cool,"  and are pretty good sports about a lot of stuff.  But we have some pride!  And ripping off other people just isn't cool.  In fact, I'm pretty P.O.ed at the moment.  Grr!

So I was working on the story for the characters and the idea I posted, like yesterday or the day before, or whenever, and I think I've actually got something. I re-read it, and it turned out better than I thought it would, but I'm really not all that fond. But I've decided that I don't care. The story starters I was given made it impossible to be creative, and I'll stick to my own ideas, thanks. Mary Sue is not my idea of a good time. So Plbbb! (That's a raspberry, by the way.)

But I'll post the story here so everyone that reads this and saw the poor things I had to work with can tell me how crappy the story turned out. Because I'm really diappointed with it. The idea wasn't bad, but it just turned cliche, and I had other things I would much have rather been working on. Its not due soon, I think, but it still makes me want to gag. And, unless I get other ideas, this is about as good as it gets. And that alone makes me want to cry.

On the other hand, its a short story, and at 52 KB on my wordpad, its shorter than some chapters I've written. *Pats self on back* It might be a little long, but poop on them. I can't cut it shorter, because then I'd loose a lot of flashbacks that I think are necessary.


So I'm hoping someone will have something to say to this, other than its completel crap (which I already know) because the cliche monster bit, but really.  That's not my fault.  My teacher gave us the prompts.  No wonder I wanted to run away!

No, really. My teacher in creative writing gave us this huge list of story starters. . . and I've seen better stuff in the cheap, plotless melodramas that cost fifty cents a book. They're really bad. And I'm supposed to pull something out of my rear to give her.

So I think I've got something. I think. I've got my fingers crossed.

I've chosen the prompt that says, "Your character remembers the phone call. 'There had been an accident, a teenage prank that went too far,' the officer had said."

So, here's what I've got.

Characters:

Name: Odin Sheridan
Age: 18
Eyes/Hair: Green eyes; longish white hair in a shaggy cut.
Height: 6'5"
Weight: 190ish lbs.
D.O.B.: March 15

Name: Charon Amon
Age: 14 at death, would be 17
Eyes/Hair: Gold eyes, long brown hair in a high ponytail.
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 120 lbs
D.O.B.: September 27

Name: Rei Veritas
Age: 3,000 but appears 3 or 4
Eyes/Hair: Black eyes; long, curly black hair.
Height: 3'2"
Weight: 50 lbs wet
D.O.B.: ? She's not telling.

Odin had never been one to let fate decide his life. He adn his best friend, Charon, were going to be great. Have great lives, and have great families. They'd live next door to each other, and be best friends and brothers forever.

Except Charon died three years ago at the age of fourteen. Charon was beaten to death in a prank gone wrong. A prank Odin had known about, warned Charon about, but didn't stop. Odin never got over the death of his best friend; his brother.

Odin, at 18, is a delinquet. He's failing school, and lost in his own grief and pain because of Charon's death three years ago. He's destructive because he's trying to forget something he can't help but want to remember. Trying to get rid of the pain, Odin constantly makes trouble around the neighborhood. Hiding in an abandoned house to didge the police, he discovers a child guarding a door that leads to a place called Neverwhere. Neverwhere: The place of departed souls.

If Odin can't forgive himself, how could he ask Charon to do so? Going to Neverwhere, the bonds of their friendship is tested, and the lover of two brothers is tried.

But Odin would do anything for Charon: Kill. . . die. . . and live.

He would even brave Neverwhere.
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I'm hoping I can actually make it great. Make it something worthwhile. I think it might do. Hopefully!