My First Children's Story

First off I just want to say that I have this saved and dated on my computer, my phone and printed waiting for me to illustrate it. So unless you email/message me asking for my permission to use any part of my story (and if you get my permission) don't steal my story.  I know it seems stupid to put that for such a dorky little story but hey, it's my dorky little story :P

Once there was a family of owls that lived at the very top of the very tallest tree that was on top of the very highest mountain. Now the momma owl and the daddy owl (Euphemia and Cadmus) had 5 children, 3 boys and 2 girls, now the reason why they only had five children is because they did not want six.

Now Terrance was the oldest, and he remembered the first tree that they had lived in down at the base of the mountain. He decided that since he was old enough to start thinking about finding a wife and start having owlets of his own that he would ask his parents for their permission to leave so he could find their first tree home. Cadmus and Euphemia were sad to see their son go, but knew that it was time for him to leave on his own. But, his mother was wise enough to know that it was also time to introduce her younger children to the woods below. (They had only moved so that the neighbors wouldn't complain about the noise that 5 very active owlets could make).

So after giving Terrance directions to their first home and the admonition "Remember to cough up your pellets before flying at night!" Terrance flew off in the direction of his new home.

Now Alex, Harrison, Ellie and Ellis (they were twins) had never seen another owl except for crazy aunt Patty (she thought she was a bat) and even then it was only on holidays. Not only that but being so young they were still anxious about how to behave. They stayed up all day practicing how to properly groom themselves and hunt, how to be sure that you had digested everything before coughing up your pellet, everything until the late hours of the afternoon. Then it was finally moving day! Terrance had already found a good mate (she was a snowy owl, a VERY fine woman, well, owl) and had already found himself a good starter tree, making sure that his parent's first tree was nice and cozy for his family to move into that night.

It was only a 30 minute flight but by the time that Ellie and Ellis had finished the flight they were exhausted! Harrison was doing a bit better but was still a bit altitude sick, and all of them were nervous. After unpacking the small things and reenergizing, they invited their neighbors to visit. All of them bringing the most delicious food, like mouse pot pie, sparrow lasagna, one dear old barn old brought his mate's best blueberry jam as a housewarming present!

Ellie and Ellis were very shy, hiding behind their mother's big grey wings, but when they saw their big brothers trying to be brave they felt better, and then the twins felt less scared. So they slowly started to edge away from the protective shadow cast by their mother's wings, and over to their older brothers and the other owlets, and to their surprise they made new friends easier than they expected!

So this little story is just to show that no matter how far away you travel, home is just a house, but it's the people inside that make it home. :)






Hope you all enjoy this little story! It isn't much but hey, not bad for my first try.

Really Short Song I Wrote on 9/11/12

I remember September tears, All the fighting through all these years.
I remember fireflies that night...
I remember when those towers fell
the people trying to get through hell
And I just wondered, are you coming home?

You walked into fire and walls,
Seeing if people could be brought home,
All the while I carried you in my heart.

Are you coming home?

Or is it too late?

Did those towers fall and take you away from me?

Oh I remember when, the worst thing was the hope.

Hope that you were still alive and I wouldn't get that call...

On that September night, when it was still too warm,
I heard a knock at the door and I ran cause I thought that you were home...

When I walked into the night, I could feel my heart freeze.
It was your Captain holding your helmet out to me.
I remember when those, Towers fell...



So Typically I don't write songs like this but I guess this is one of my exceptions. People tend to forget that there are hundreds of people that could be effected by a single death. I don't know what to tell anyone reading this, losing someone you love is devastating, but there are always going to be people that love you that are more than willing to help.

Why are you sad?

Why are you sad love?

Don't you know that once you sleep you can dream,

And that all those dreams could be dreams of things that are yet unseen?

Why so sad?

You can see the world once you close your eyes,

You can let your heart wander to the place where it lies.

Once you dream you can go there, to the place full of sighs, wistful wonderings and shining eyes.

Why are you so sad love?

To dream and see the things you most want is to leave this world and find another.

Go find your world where there are no goodbyes, only sweet dreams and lullabies.

Why do you fight love?

Don't you know that a dream is another word for adventures?

And dreamers are travelers wandering down their chosen paths.

Why don't you sleep love?

Close those tired eyes, shut out the dreary days that have past, and the ones that are coming ahead.

Rest your sleepy head, let the monsters of today slink away from your bed

Don't you see love?

The dreams that you dream are more than you see

The dreams that are dreamed are what you know you could be

I Still Remembered My Website!

Hey! look at that! my website hasn't been deleted. Woot!
I have a lot more stuff to write, including a lot of short stories (none of them completed) tons of spoken word/slam poetry type things, poems, songs, even interesting life stories to tell so I guess I have a ton to get started on D: oh well, not like I had a social life to begin with ^-^

haven't been on X)

so yeah, it's been a looong time since I've posted, and the reasons why are simple, nobody looks at this page except me, so it's beyond pointless to post.
yet here I am again, uselessly posting words that no one but my mother reads. (yes, it's sad but I really don't care) I tell my friends to look at this, and I tell them to comment, beg them to comment, and I get nada. **eyeroll** I even write the address on their arm or hand or something and nothing happens. oh well.

The Fighting, The Screaming

The fighting the screaming, it keeps me from my bed.

No laughter, no hope yet, there’s only fear and dread.

These people they say they know but really they’re just dumb

They say that this ain’t the hard part and that the worst is yet to come.

But their screaming and fighting, it hurts me more than a lie

I know that the outcome is someone screaming at me tonight.

They get mad, they lose their cool and then shoot at me,

Then get worse when I lose it too and decide to fire back.

You aren’t your parents, they aren’t you, now you have to choose.

Are you like them, or will you choose to be some other muse.

Can you change, or will you fall into their down-soft lies

The fighting the screaming, it gets into your head.

It penetrates, it kills your soul, so you’re as good as dead.

The people say it gets easier but they don’t know your past.

Full of memories that help you sleep when your mind is full of screams.

You can’t trust in mom and pop cause they treat you with pure hatred

You wish for relief in some other form but screams are all you have.

The Drain

Okay, before I begin I just want to give some background, my lovely english teacher gave us an in-class assignment where we had to write in the format called "stream of consciousness" some people wrote lyrics to a random song, others doodled, my friend wrote about why she was late to class and I wrote this.

All our lives swirl down the drain
Slowly drifting down.
Taking precious, close-knit ties and breaking them all down.
Living lives we never had,
Parading our misfit lies.
Living in our Masquerade
As we fall into our drain.
We make our choices,
Set our course, then never take a stand.
We made our beds, we took the pill and now we have to deal.
People falling down the drain, they never know it's there.
People dying, that's the cure,
Or so the experts say.
All our lives swirl down the drain,
Yet noone seems to mind.
We're wasting all our precious time
Rushing 'round through stores.
When really we should take our time,
And live life well as before the Fall.