Brothers in Arms (Two Little Boys Edited)

Brothers in Arms
for john

Snow fell from the heavens, covering the wintry countryside in a thick blanket of purest white. Clouds cloaked the sky completely in a dull gray dome. A sleepy country village sat huddled against rolling hills. Its Tudor buildings clinging to each other like frightened children in the blizzard. Roofs seemed to be painted with the snow, icicles frozen in eternal falls dripped from their weathered tiles.
Two travelers trudged through the snow, heading for the village’s central tavern. The inn’s lights guided them, a lighthouse amidst a churning sea. Candles flickered from the frosted windows; projecting what little warmth they held to the blistering cold outside, as the taller of the two guided his diminutive companion through the less dense patches of snow. Nearing the door, the tall figure turned back to his friend, a benevolent smile on his youthful face.
“Here we are Dravin, in Gribble, right outside the Drunken Dragon Inn. Be cautious around here, I hear the Gribble Guard doesn’t have a very good sense of humor. I don’t want any little episode with you like we had in Lubton. Are we clear?” he said, a bemused look spreading across his face. Dravin, his three foot short companion, smiled awkwardly, his head slightly too big in proportion to the rest of his body.
“Aww…Joken, what did I do that was so bad in Lubton? I had a jolly time with that wench!”
“Yes...until her father discovered that poem you wrote for her. I think he probably must have been pretty distressed while he was reading about his daughter’s lips in such poetic and excruciating detail. You know that humans don’t take kindly to your Halfling kind!” replied Joken.
“Well…it would have worked if you hadn’t rushed me. That poem would have been safe, but I ran and it fell out of my pouch. Watch…one day I’ll find a human female that takes a fancy to midgets!”
“You shouldn’t call yourself that. Your kind is much more noble than mine. My kind is constantly warring, fighting, raping, stealing, plundering, and all manner of unseemly practices. Your kind have lived in peaceful existence with one another for millennia, just quietly farming.”
“I hate farming. The animals relieve themselves way too much than they should physically be able to. An’ when you eat them it takes four hours to chew on the bloody steak. The only good thing they had goin’ for them in Bumfluff Manor was the weed. Ok, fine, I’ll behave myself here. But if there are any blondes…” Dravin’s voice trailed off as he received a withering look from his human companion.
Pushing the rotting tavern door in, Joken and Dravin waltzed through the frame. A cavernous room greeted them. As Joken closed the door, a gush of wind blew in snow, sucking warmth from the tavern into the frigid night. As the door shut, the two friends looked around. The inn encircled them in an oval shape. A second level rose above the first; wooden barricades were built around this higher floor, and stopped drunkards from falling to the first floor. Wooden rafters hung over the two travelers’ snow flaked heads. All manor of human drank, danced, and reveled as Joken led Dravin through the convulsing crowd.
Reaching the oak bar, they faced the bartender. Dravin’s head just slightly rose above the counter, as he tried to crane his non-existent neck to regard the grisly barman. Joken pushed back his brown hair as he ordered Dragonmilk for he and Dravin.
“We don’t serve non-humans at the bar. You should clean your feet of dirt before you come.” Joken glared at the malicious bartender; rage bubbling up from a well deep within him. Shifting his cloak so the hilt of his broadsword just showed, Joken again asked the man for some drinks. The man hesitated for a moment, his grey eyes shifting uneasily. Deciding that he did not wish to aggravate the customer, the man passed over a couple of filled mugs.
“Alright, I’ll serve you. You’ll have to go in the back booths where all the dwarfs are. Shortie here will feel right at home.” he chuckled, as Dravin and Joken headed for the booths under the second floor’s walkway.
About a dozen tables consisted of the back booths. Most of the round tables were filled with gangs of dwarfs merrily drinking and singing. Their bushy beards appeared drenched in every form of alcohol ever conceived, as their armor clinked while they swayed in time to an old dwarf rhyme. A few slammed their hammers down on the wooden tables, a beat to sing along to:
‘Twas ten centuries ago this day, this day,
That down’ in the mines of ole’ they say, they say,
That the scalie Tinwing did pay, did pay,
For all he had done down ‘neath the clay, ‘neath the clay,
When the legions of fabled Pangard came to play, came to play,
The dragon did die to his dismay, his dismay,
And all the dwarfs in the ancient hall cried out, Horray! Horray!
Joken and Dravin wisely sat as far away from the dwarfs as possible, as the song ended with a brawl when a few teenage dwarfs had added a few rude lines of their own creation to the revered tune. Dravin watched his Dragonmilk burst into flames a few times, the flammable liquid gushing out of the tankard and scorching the table with its acidity.
Eyeing his sullen companion mischievously, Dravin took a huge swig of the dangerous substance, slamming the tankard back down with a shaking hand. Opening his mouth, the Halfling burped out a small fireball. Flames skidded across the abused surface of their table. The short-lived flames died out just before they reached Joken at the other side of the table. With his brown eyes glinting ruefully, Joken chugged his own Dragonmilk and slopped it back down on the protesting table. Opening his mouth, Joken burped, and a gigantic fireball spewed from his mouth. Dravin jumped, falling backwards over his chair, his rotund body seeming to bounce off the stone floor of the tavern. Joken’s fireball vanished in mid-air, unused to the cold temperature this far away from where it had been taken from its home in the udder of a jungle dragon.
Joken laughed uproariously as his friend groped for his chair that had fallen on top of him. Seating himself back down, the Halfling glared at his friend, and then began to sip the rest of his fiery milk in humbled silence.
Joken scanned the room, his eyes taking in the assorted humans that entertained themselves in the lighter and more comfortable areas of the tavern. A wench was stretched out among what looked like a whole contingent of some barbarous army; the men seemed to be enjoying themselves immensely. A singer sang in the center platform of the room, ignored by almost everyone in the musty tavern. All the other humans seemed not to notice the human that had accompanied the Halfling in.
Turning his attention back to Dravin, Joken smiled. He wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. His place was with Dravin, his loyal companion. If humankind didn’t want Dravin, Joken didn’t want humankind.
The entrance to the tavern was suddenly thrown open, several members of the Gribble guard strode in, their extravagant red capes billowing behind them. Joken automatically jumped up, his hardened battle instincts kicking in. Dravin looked up from his empty tankard, his blue eyes drunkenly watching the armored men march up to their table.
“We heard there was a Halfling infesting our humble village! Typical…its primitive mind couldn’t comprehend the signs all around Gribble that said NO HALFLINGS! You and your SHORT kind shouldn’t be permitted to breathe our air!” said the lead guard, his well kempt face sneering.
Before either of the companions could react, the dwarfs behind them ceased their arguing and sprinted to the guards, their beards bristling with indignation.
“Who…may we ask, are you calling SHORT? We are not short…we are vertically challenged…and I’ll have you be reminded that derogatory remarks to people under the height of four feet is not to be tolerated! You pink monkeys!” said the dwarf who was acting as leader. Turning to Joken and Dravin with a calm expression, the dwarf said:
“Alright, lads, that will suffice for racial slurs! I would advise that you two take out your weapons…assuming you have them, of course. I also advise that you chaps run far way from here…very far away…there is about to be a lot of blood, booze, and hopefully later babes! We’ll keep Gribble busy ‘till the sun comes up! Cheerio!”
No sooner had the words flowed from the dwarf’s mouth than Joken had unsheathed his broadsword and Dravin had brandished an uncountable number of lethal looking daggers. The Gribble guard had also reacted too, taking out their scimitars and waving them around as if to frighten off what they viewed as armored fur balls. The dwarfs leapt from their positions, causing the whole tavern to burst into a bar fight. Chairs were flung left and right as humans jumped at any excuse to rebel against their strict authorities. The dwarfs motioned for the two companions to run out the door. The fur balls banging large hammers on their helmeted skulls and the raucous human population distracted the Gribble guards. One guard caught sight of Dravin making his way through the tumultuous crowd. Aiming a miniature crossbow at the Halfling the guard smiled. Before he could pull the trigger however, Joken knocked the crossbow out of his hands, and ran him through with his broadsword, pushing the body into a crumpled heap on the floor.
Opening the tavern door quietly, the pair crept out into the blizzard. Shutting the door behind him, Dravin blew a big sigh of relief, as the noise of the ensuing bar fight filtered through the chipped door. Turning, he took Joken’s side. Whistling for the two ponies that had ridden them here, Joken and Dravin jumped on their small mounts. The two bolted into the dwindling light.
Riding a large pony, Joken struggled to keep his feet from dragging on the mounting snow. Watching Dravin drift off to sleep on the white pony trotting alongside him, Joken smiled inwardly. He watched his companion sleepily, almost not wanting to doze in fear of something happening to his friend. Dravin was all he had. Joken had felt a strong bond with Dravin almost immediately after meeting him, and they had made quick friends. Now, Joken knew that they would protect each other with their lives. They were truly brothers. Bonds like that were never severed. Joken watched his friend as his blue eyes closed. Dravin knew he would be safe with Joken close by. The night enveloped the duo, as the blizzard swirled around them unhampered…

Streetwise(edited version)

Dear Brothers and Sisters (sisters...yeah...I wish ;)),

Ok....I finally wrote down some of what occured when some of us went down to see Greg in New Paltz. Great stuff, as you will see. Ok...I'd like Cliff's and Greg's...and anyone else's input as what to take out and put into this work. It's not done yet, only first draft you see. I also cut down the amount of characters so there are only three of us even though there were more of us there. I have also changed the names and some of what people said around.....but don't worry....even the Dog's name is thought out to some extent. So tell me what you think, help me edit! I think its ok...but it could be alot better. BTW: If any of the material offends you...like how I described you....its not my fault :) Anyway, call me.....

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Creative Writing

Streetwise

A midsummer breeze blew colorful banners around, giving the street side buildings they were hanging from a slightly more festive look. Early evening sunlight cast shadows on the cobbled streets of the busy town. Cars passed the sidewalk, seldom slowing to glimpse the multitude of pedestrians that seemed to crawl out of the cracked granite and slate. Roadside buildings rose high above street level, their balconied second floors overlooking the growing Saturday evening nightlife.
I followed Gabriel and Percy as they weaved their way through the convulsing crowd. I could tell they had done this sort of thing many times before. Intimidated by the street denizens that seemed to cling to steps near the sidewalk, I made sure as not to get too far behind my friends. I looked down at gothic complexions of many of the pedestrians, fearing they might stab me or shove a marijuana joint down my throat any second. Eyes glanced up at me, irises barely noticeable behind all the deep black or purple eye shadow. Smoke billowing out of a nearby restaurant permeated my nostrils, reminding me of a church barbecue a few years ago.
Percy suddenly stopped, his spectacled face turning to a corner café to the left of us.
-I’m hungry-
-You’re always hungry, Sir Percival of the Dinner Table- I said jokingly.
-Well guys, we can stop for a few donuts…seeing as how we’re not doing much- added Gabe, settling himself down on the concrete steps that led up to the café.
-I’ll bring the donuts out here…the inside looks kinda sketchy- I said, as I opened the chipped door. Paying for three jelly donuts was simple: within only five minutes the three of us were sitting on the stone steps gorging ourselves on the snacks.
A dog sniffed near us, its floppy ears bouncing up and down jovially as he attempted to snap at my donut. Too slow to react, I jumped out of the way only to see seemingly lethal fangs clamp down on the jelly goodness that had once been mine. This amused my two companions immensely as the dog’s owner came running up to his furry companion. The man, about fifty, sheepishly turned to my laughing friends and me.
-Sorry! Sorry! Bud here can get really friendly sometimes. Can I buy you another donut?-
-It’s ok…I thought something like this might happen in New Paltz, I had forgotten how crowded it can get on the street on a Saturday night- interjected Gabe.
-Oh…you guys from around here then? asked the man, who took a seat on the stone steps next to us.
-Well, I grew up here, but these guys live down in Westchester. We met at a church down there-
-This is Gabe and Dave, and I am Percival, very nice to meet you- added Percy, holding out his once tattooed arm.
-Hey, nice to meet you all. Samuel’s my name. I live a couple blocks from here. So you live in Westchester now, Gabe?- said the man, Samuel
-No…I moved to Kansas City almost a year ago. I had an opportunity over there.- replied Gabe. I was waiting with baited breath for the hammer to fall. I wondered how Samuel would react.
-…. God’s really doing a lot over there with me- The hammer fell. I could almost here its metaphorical clanging sound resound in my head. The man did not seem at all perturbed, to my astonishment.
-You guys really religious or something then?- replied the man, a more interested expression on his bearded face now.
-I wouldn’t call myself religious. I see it as more of a relationship with my God. Without all the trappings of religion that I believe separate one from their God.-
-That is a good way of putting it. All these people ask me my ‘religion’ and I’m never exactly sure what to say…but you just said it in a nutshell- I added.
-So…who is your God then?- Samuel said, trying to keep Bud from molesting a passing pigeon.
-The God of my forefathers: Yahweh, Abba….Jehovah-
-So…your…. Protestants then?- asked Samuel tentatively, obviously confused by Gabe’s answer.
-Again, not quite. We like to be called just plain Christians. We don’t go by the strict laws of some Protestant churches, all we follow is the Bible…Mere Christianity- added Percy, theatrically waving his arms around.
-Who is your God?- Gabe shot back, an inquisitive look on his well kempt face.
-Well, I come from a Jewish background, and I believe some of the beliefs that go along with that faith, but also…well…I don’t believe in God in the conventional sense. Don’t get me wrong, I do believe in God like my persecuted ancestors. They really did have a strong faith; during the Holocaust…my father and mother were put into concentration camps…but God came through for them. and they were able to survive and move out here. My belief that God is…. more of an omnipotent presence. Like, I believe he is everywhere. There’s a part of him in all of us. We all have God in us.-The warning bells began to sound off in my head. I realized this had some truth to it, but I could tell in the direction this was going, and I knew I would disagree with it. –Most people don’t know that, and it’s only a certain number of people that become enlightened like that. Enlightened ones like Mohammed, Buddha and-
-Jesus said there was only one way to truly find God. He said “I am the way, the truth, and the life, no man comes to my Father but through me”. That is the one of our core beliefs. He wasn’t enlightened- he didn’t have to be- he knew who he was. He knew that he had to do a task for the Lord. He knew that people needed something before the end times- Gabe softly but firmly said.
-Well, I didn’t know he said… I believe in the end times too. Only, I believe that the world will end when people lose their egos. Like all wars, conflicts, and most troubles in the world, is due to people and their big egos. I think that if people just gave up their egos they’d be enlightened…and I believe…truly find God…truly find themselves-
-Well, definitely people won’t have egos anymore after the end of the world- joked Percy, causing both Gabe and I to chuckle under our breath.
The sun had begun to slowly set during our conversation, as most pedestrians faded back into the growing night. Now too late for shadows, I could feel chills running up my back as the heat of the day left the street to steam in the coolness of night. The sidewalk was now all but vacated, as cars became few and far between on the road in front of us.
-Let’s pray for you, Samuel, would you mind that?- questioned Gabe, standing from his stone seat to stretch. Obviously taken aback at first by my friend’s proposition, Samuel agreed as we all bowed our heads in reverence to God, whatever that might be for us. Gabe began to pray.
-Lord, I ask you to come to Samuel. Let him know who you are. Let him know who he truly is. Show him how much you love him. This conversation we had here on the street was no coincidence. No, you brought him here, to us, for a reason. I thank you for bringing him here tonight. I know he has been searching. Let him no that he no longer has to search. His quest is finally over. Let him know your love. Your agape! Amen.” We all uttered hushed amen’s, even Samuel though a much more feeble amen than Gabe’s.
-…. Thank you guys. Have a good night. Interesting to hear what you had to say. Enjoy New Paltz!- said Samuel, taking Bud by the leash and leisurely walking down the street, obviously musing on what had just transpired.
-God Bless!- I called after him, as I saw Bud’s tail disappear behind the corner of the café.
-Do you think he’ll find out the truth?- I asked Gabe.
-Yea….he will. The Lord has a plan for him. A rebirthing started here tonight.- With that, we all stood up and began to walk back the way we had came, as the café disappeared behind us. The café’s sign hung above my head, so I chanced a glance at its wooden frame and stopped dead in astonishment. Ariel’s Coffee House was scruffily scrawled on it, and Percy and I exchanged shocked glances. Jerusalem! I could see him mouth even through the darkness. Even I knew that sometimes Ariel was used as an poetic name for Jerusalem, the holiest city on earth. Israel was where it was all going to end.
-I will show you greater works than these, it is written. Come, the night is young! - quoted Gabe, a smile spreading above his dark goatee. I smiled as I began to stroll along the street, gazing at the now twinkling stars above me. Hallelujah!

System Switch

System Switch

In 1991, an interviewer from the music magazine Rolling Stone asked rock/folk legend Bob Dylan if he was happy after all of his successes in the music industry. The aged singer replied, “Happy is a Yuppie Word”. This is the premise for the alternate-inspirational band Switchfoot’s newest album Nothing is Sound. This San Diego originated band came from a largely surfing culture, thus their name is a surfing term. To a surfer, when you switch your feet on your board, you have a new perspective on the wave, and have a slightly different way of surfing when your feet are switched. The band took this to show how they have a slightly different outlook on life than most bands and artists in the music industry. Responsible for earlier hits such as “Meant to Live, Dare You to Move, and the Beautiful Letdown”, this band has risen to incorporate a much broader audience. Recorded mainly on the road on their seemingly never ending tours, Nothing is Sound has a more improvised feel to most of their other albums such as Learning to Breathe, New Way to be Human and the Beautiful Letdown. The lead singer of Switchfoot, Jon Foreman, ran with this Dylan quote, even writing a song by the same name to have this new album revolve around this thoughtful statement. From this originating seed, an album grew. Attempting to debunk all the normal accepted values of our western American society, Switchfoot talks about how cookie cutter our society has become, from commercialization to the corruption of politicians in our day and age. Even though this usually progressive band attempts to progress their music to a more global level, I believe their music does not progress very much from when their last album, the Beautiful Letdown. While their lyrics may stray from Letdown, their vocals and instrumental portions still sound very similar to their previous album. A few songs progress their musical style, such as the vocal and acoustic Blues and edgy rock single Stars, however only Daisy comes close to their usual standard on this album. The things that make these songs stand out is oftentimes their lyrics, which talk about the members of Switchfoot and their spiritual lives, it is also created to make people think about their lives and introspect. The music, especially Politicians in this album, is also to make people think about the world that surround them and the ways in which they can improve it.
Another new rock album that discusses in their music the hypocrisy our society is System of a Down’s new album, Mezmerize. This heavier rock band’s previous album, Toxicity, also discussed this theme, however many believe Mezmerize does this to greater and more profound effect. Songs about the never-ending scandal slideshow that is the televised media song, Violent Pornography uses a gratuitous metaphor to get across System’s views on how the media has become sensationalist. Anti-war songs such as B.Y.O.B. and Sad Statue compliment the rest of the album, adding to the anti-societal gist of Mezmerize. Lost in Hollywood also adds to this theme, however it is more analyzing the Hollywood and music industry of our age and how it has the tendency to corrupt people, both artists and audiences.
Both these alternate-Rock bands add a slightly different slant to the normal boundaries of what rock has evolved into today. Though vastly different in vocal and instrumental styles, both offer a different view of life than many other bands on the modern music industry.

Walking

Brothers,

Ok.....so I emailed that dark poem Anderson to the teacher who does the literary magazine at my school. It bounces back because the email on our school system was broken. A sort of sign, I think, kind of like, God tryna tell me to rewrite, slightly less angry....because I'm all bout the fileo...and Anderson was a little to angry at myself. So yea, I'm gonna reuse from lines from Anderson, but this is be a better poem.

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Walking

Sitting out on the sidelines,
Outside of society's guidelines,
Alone; rolling through town,
Shy; not making a sound,
Those lonely days have passed,
My solitude constricts me like a steel cast,
Fed up with cold brick walls,
You'll hear my voice ricoocheting from these high school halls,
I can't take this solitude anymore,
I'll come thundering down like the mythological Thor,
Some things I did in the past were wrong,
This is why I'm singing this remorseful song,
My jail bars burst open,
I was tired of all the self mopin',
My anxious energy was used for evil deeds,
Then angels began planting the right seeds,
The darkness rolled back,
After a giant spiritual thundercrack,
I stepped through the door,
To a place I'd never truly been before,
A man stands there and smiles,
He pushes my wrongs away in piles,
He knows I'm not accepted on this earth,
He knows why I've cried to him since deformed birth,
He sees through this school,
How all the girls and boys can be cruel,
When theres a bunch of flowers near a cactus,
If they speak; the flowers lose their social status,
His minions send us dreams,
We see birght ethereal gleams,
Through him I'm spitting rhymes,
I'm jumping over this caste system's borderlines,
I'm the resident cripple,
And I'm starting a righteous ripple,
I still can see that man outside my gate,
He and I are linked by fate,
He knows my every thought,
He knows that in the wrong things I have sought,
He understands my deepest desires,
That sometimes I get caught in the meaningless crossfires,
I've been discarded by the discarded,
I can't believe that some of you even speculate if I'm retarded
Perhaps it's cuz I am,
I flirt like a battering ram,
Nobody seems to listen,
Perhaps they'll see his holy sword glisten,
I've found a reason to decree
That I want to be; his strong and fruitful tree,
I let in the sunlight,
My savior's given me his sight,
In a moment all sins I commited fades away,
And I'm waiting for that beutiful day,
When I am no longer desperately stalking,
When I'll be strolling down the mountain, walking, walking, walking....

Lovelorn

Lovelorn

An overcast sky hung over a small suburban main street, casting a gray aura on the bustling sidewalk and road. Pedestrians hurried along the pavement, some with small children following them, others with bags of shopping dangling from their flustered arms. Cars passed by the pavement, their wheels rolling over a steaming tarmac of the road. A summer storm was inevitable, almost as if teasing the thirsty village. Clouds seemed to tumble over each other, a jumble of darkness threatening the earth, almost as if trying to oppress the usual happiness of summer. A tension filled the town, as the storm tried to snap out of its slumber.
I shuffled down the street uncomfortably, the heat enveloping me in a bubble of exhaustion. My bones stuck together in the humidity, almost as If glued to my sides. I fondly passed by all the store signs that I had long since memorized. The wooden boards read things like: George’s hardware store, and Blue Sun cosmetics. The bakery had its menu for the day scrawled onto an easel chalkboard, and I attempted to picture a Great Wall of Chocolate.
Turning the corner on the edge of the street, I got a glimpse of green. Frozen, I could hear my heart begin to thump like the dinner bell in a jail. I knew I could not be mistaken, their standing in the center of the sidewalk serenely, was radiance herself. She was gazing at a bird flying around up in the overcast sky, her amber eyes perusing the bird swooping and diving. Her perfectly tan skin contrasted the dullness of the day, causing my palms to become clammy uncontrollably. She truly was a unicorn among the mundane horses that were other girls.
I continued my slow and steady gait down the pavement, daring not to breathe so close to her. I wished that she would at least wave to me, but her mind was on other things. Every time I saw her, my body seemed to go into temporary shock. I wanted to say hi or at least wave to her, but my throat was dried up and my arm stayed stubbornly to my side.
Passing her by without a word, I inwardly seethed at my shyness. Trapped into being her distant admirer, I wondered if I could ever bring up the nerve to greet her. Knowing that this would never be, I accepted my caged circumstances. Disappointment boiled up within me, as the heat engulfed me…

The Chronicles of Gimp (Edited version)

Dear Brothers,

Here is a story I wrote for my creative writing class. The assignment was to develop a character. So i did, heavily based on me Enjoy

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The Chronicles of Gimp

Klingon Proverb: “Pa’ ghati ghobe’ quv Daq’, There is no honor in self-pity.”
Life really can really take a toll sometimes. You feel like you’ll collapse if you take another step. No pun intended. Things seem to pile on top of you so that you feel like a suffocated Tribble. Sometimes you wish you could be beamed out of the suburban apocalypse you call your life.
That was the feeling I got…again…one day in late August. The sun was beating down as usual, causing me to sweat profusely as I rolled down a cracked and well-used sidewalk. My chair was once again in its never-ending state of brokenness, and my engine whined constantly as if it were C-3PO. I arrived at my destination, the local food mart as the sun began to falter slightly at four o’clock in the afternoon. Han Solo in the falcon would be hard pressed to beat the time I had just made it from my house to the mart, I thought to myself gleefully. There I go geeking out again…
Wheeling myself into the mart, I was refreshed from the sweltering heat outside by air conditioners that flooded the mart with a breeze akin to paradise on a day like this. A cool feeling enveloped my substantial girth, as I made toward my most frequented aisle. A gaggle of giggling girls from my high school passed me by, not even acknowledging my existence as they strode down the aisle, their manicured bodies glistening in the artificial light. Being at belly-button level had its advantages, at least.
Halting at the candy aisle, I smiled as my eyes purveyed the luscious Mars Bars and Twinkies. Looking up at the rows upon rows of unopened bars, I swore under my breath. Typical! My favorite bar, Milky Way, was just inches out of my reach. I fervently wished I were force-sensitive. You will come down; I thought at the bar, waving my hand frantically; but it just stayed where it was as if mocking my attempt to claim it.
Settling for the M&M’s that were just below the Milky Way, I hurried to the checkout counter. A middle aged woman was right in front of me in the checkout line, her glasses almost slipping off her prominent nose. I struggled to retrieve the money that was in the back pocket of my shorts. The woman turned to me and saw that I was having trouble retrieving it. Snatching the bag of M&M’s from my deformed hand, she slapped it on the counter and pulled a dollar from her own wallet. “I’ll pay for that, enjoy these!” she said, trotting out of the mart before I could thank her.
The man behind the counter shrugged and passed me the candy bag. Crashing into the door angrily, I rolled out into the still-blazing heat. Why do people do that? I thought angrily to myself. I realized that she was trying to be kind, but sometimes I wish people wouldn’t be so generous to me as they are. Glancing at the disabled spaces outside the mart, I glared at the white figure etched into each of the blue signs. Not all of us have a big ass like that!
Words soon began to whirl around in my head like a hurricane of insecurity. I screamed to God, wishing that he would hear my bitter cries. I wished I could be a Kirk, destroying foes left and right. I guess it was not meant to be. Anger still raged through me as I rambled on down the road, thinking of bubbles and stars. The only consoling thought that ran through my mind as I gazed out at the pink sky was that a Stairway led to heaven….

"Two Little Beutiful Girls" -Eminem, Mocking(?)bird

Hi again, brothers. This is an addition to my last blog, which was about camp. I have stuff to talk about that happened in camp too, which have helped me to see God more clearly, and to trust in him more. (I hope :)). Anyway, yeah, as usual, these two related stories both deal with girls at my camp. Two seperate girls, to girls that I am alot closer to because of the events of this summer, well, with atleast one of them I am alot closer.

Okay, the first instance occured toward the beginning of the summer at camp this year. I've known this girl for about...ehhh....four years. We've been friends three of those years, good friends for two years. She's pretty...and thats the only reason why I liked her...more than a friend...at the beginning of the summer. So she asked me out cuz she heard I liked her from my councilor..yes, i seek council from my camp councilors, they rly cool. But, it turns out her mom didn't want her going out on a date- cuz she's too young..w/e that means :)- shes gonna b a freshman in high school this year. So then she's like....why don't we go out behind my mom's back? And I'm like- because I have morals. So i told her we should repsect her mom...and that we shouldn't do it behind her mother's back. I told her exactly that- and rolled away. You know when you feel like you need your own personal movie soundtrack to musically accompany your day? Yea, well I felt like that then. So, yea, this girl has..after this whole thing, gone behind her mother's back and is goin out wit another guy who her mom spacifically told her not to be around....but thats enough gossip. God showed me something before then that scared me bout this girl too. You know how girls get those fake tatoos written on them sometimes? Well, yea, this girl had a tatoo version of the yin-yang on her arm...she probably doesn't even know what it means...but I subsequently looked it up, and among other things, it signifies the ancient Chinese belief that there are no morals, or no right and wrong. Perhaps God was tryna warn me about how this girl decieves her mother? So, now we still friends, but I;m cautious, and pray for her....cuz she's confused...to say the least....not that I have got it all figured out, but, she needs Jesus, definetly.....

Now, the next girl I've been friends with for two years. I have talked to her everdyay online all of last year, cept for the month she refused to talk to me, on good reason, because mid-year I asked her out three times, and each time she said no, and each time got progressively more angry at me. Anyway, cuz she's a nice person she forgave me, and me and her got really close at camp, and after the thing with tryna get me to go out with the other girl...we decided to go out...cuz she fell wheels ova wheels in love with me (lol, just kidding, but she really likes me). So we "went out" for like two days....and we held hands and the like...nothing too serious.....but i really like her. Cuz shes funny (good sense of humor, she actually laughs at all my lame jokes :)) We also have a real connection, we really understand each other. But, the problem is she is not saved...like I asked her what her feelings on God were (thats how comfortable we are), and she said she was not sure. So i kinda stayed with her, waiting on God a bit, like I knew I wasn't really supposed to be in a dating relationship with a nonbeliever, but it wasn't like I was getting married or anything?....hehehe, so I had a dream one night, and the message I got from it from God was to slowly break up with her,....kindly and smoothly. So I talked to Greg from Kansas City about it, and he said I had to make it clear that it wasn't cuz the thrill of the hunt of asking her out was why I was breaking up with her. So I decided to take an approach of slowly backing away from her, without shocking her with dumping her in all of the third day we were "going out" (yes....the fun filled years of teenager!!!) Illadvisedly I told another friend and five seconds later this friend told her...she wasn;t as mad as I thought she was gonna be, I mean she cried a bit...(no, not that much, like tears welled up in her almond eyes...and i felt like a bastard) But the next day I was able to explain to her, atleast to some extent, why I had to break off the whole thing with her. I explained to her that she and I felt differently about God, and that my being christian was an important...no, the most important, aspect of my life, and I could not contradict that with my every day actions, even if it was a teenage "We're going out!" thing. Now me and this girl are closer than we've ever been, and she's one of my best friends, so it didn't turn out badly at all. And who knows, the school year is just beginning.......

GodBless
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Gone; Like Summer break is gone....

Hello peeps. I apologize for not blogging sooner. I was busy going to camp and stuff. Wow....six weeks has gone by very fast....depressing in a sense. Camp was fun, I love my peeps there. The counciors and other campers are among my closest and best freinds. It's a camp for people wit disabilities, they vary among the kids, some like me, are physical, and are more obvious than others, who have mental or emotional disabilites. All the people there are so awesome though, so much so, that I've been goin there for the past five or six years. (Still debating that with one of my councilors :)) People aren't so judgemental there as they are at school, for instance, its just....we are all really really good freinds. So much so, we're as close as the Fellowship of the Ring was. We are a tightly knit group, specially my particular group. We are all so close, we're brothers and sisters...we';ve known each other for years now....its just....something really special that happens at that camp......and now its over........I know i gotta move on, and I know Jc's always gonna be right here with me, my best freind, but its just.....at school, I mean, I talk to peeps online...but that basically the extent of my contact with peers at my skool, I mean, this is partly my fault, but its just difficult.....considering my situation, im the only really obviously physically disabled person at my school, as of last year, atleast. I dunno, it seems I'm always looking up at my peers, cuz im always sitting down in my chair, and i kno every person feels this at Hs, but I feel a rly strong sense of inferiority right now lets just say......and I got no clue what to do bout it.....anyway....gonna go.....

God bless
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DreamWeaver

DreamWeaver

I have dreamed a dream,
It leads me beside a quiet stream,
Visions dance before me in the night,
Filling me with a beacon light,
Messages from the man of sand
Coming from the highland,
When all that surrounds me seems drab,
He swipes away the bitter nightmares of Mab,
Without him I would be confused,
He directs me in the ways I can be used,
He is my eternal guide,
He is always close by my side,
Dreamweaver,
Mystery revealer,
He is my solace,
He is my Morpheus….

Survey Thing

TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF - The Survey
Name:	David
Birthday:	May 30, 1989
Birthplace:	London, England
Current Location:	Computer, where u think, dumbass?
Eye Color:	brownish
Hair Color:	dirty blonde
Height:	dunno....in wheelchair....cant tell
Right Handed or Left Handed:	Left
Your Heritage:	English
The Shoes You Wore Today:	I HAVE NO FWIGGEN CLUE, DO I LOOK LIKE A GIRL TO U?
Your Weakness:	OBSESSIVENESS
Your Fears:	drowning, bubbles
Your Perfect Pizza:	Juicy One
Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year:	Pass Junior Year
Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger:	Sry
Thoughts First Waking Up:	Blonde over Blue
Your Best Physical Feature:	Eyelashes
Your Bedtime:	wheneva....i feel like it
Your Most Missed Memory:	England.....Camp
Pepsi or Coke:	Fizzy....Bleagggggghhhhhhh
MacDonalds or Burger King:	Mickey D's
Single or Group Dates:	Single
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea:	WTF?
Chocolate or Vanilla:	Chocolate
Cappuccino or Coffee:	Caffine is a Drug....0 of that
Do you Smoke:	I'm cripple enough thank you
Do you Swear:	Unfortunatly
Do you Sing:	Badly....in private
Do you Shower Daily:	No...I haven't showered in years
Have you Been in Love:	CAN SOMEONE TELL ME WHAT LOVE IS, CUZ I GOT NO CLUE
Do you want to go to College:	YEAGH..to quote lil john
Do you want to get Married:	Yeah.....i do.........but grls wont want to wit me......
Do you belive in yourself:	God believes in me, thats enough
Do you get Motion Sickness:	No, I drive a wheelchair, i'd be bloody uselss if i did
Do you think you are Attractive:	Emotionally,yea, physically, i got man boobies, u do math
Are you a Health Freak:	no
Do you get along with your Parents:	YEA...read commandmants dumbassses
Do you like Thunderstorms:	To think bout grls in....yeah....
Do you play an Instrument:	hehehe.........
In the past month have you Drank Alcohol:	no
In the past month have you Smoked:	no
In the past month have you been on Drugs:	no
In the past month have you gone on a Date:	go away..........
In the past month have you gone to a Mall:	yes....by myself......
In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos:	no...but lotta chocolate
In the past month have you eaten Sushi:	no...do i look japanese?
In the past month have you been on Stage:	yeah
In the past month have you been Dumped:	No...i did the dumping....moral decision
In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping:	hahahaha....skinny dipping.......hahaha.....(laughs bitterly)
In the past month have you Stolen Anything:	No..I wear a cross....def. no
Ever been Drunk:	um.....tipsy, not drunk
Ever been called a Tease:	yes....hahaha
Ever been Beaten up:	Spiritually
Ever Shoplifted:	No
How do you want to Die:	When its my time to go
What do you want to be when you Grow Up:	a Man
What country would you most like to Visit:	China, Isreal
In a Boy/Girl..
Favourite Eye Color:	All.....love all
Favourite Hair Color:	all...but blonde......ooooo....ok....gotta stop that........
Short or Long Hair:	dont care
Height:	Dunno
Weight:	Heavy
Best Clothing Style:	Bright.....happy.....not too slutty.....
Number of Drugs I have taken:	Drugs.....what u mean?
Number of CDs I own:	0....iPod
Number of Piercings:	none...wanted one...b4....awakening
Number of Tattoos:	0....want a fish one
Number of things in my Past I Regret:	Nothing, All that I've been makes who I am now....
CREATE YOUR OWN! - or - GET PAID TO TAKE SURVEYS!

Silent Scream

This is a poem that came to me in the middle of the night a few days ago. It is clear what it is about. Will post another blog soon. Let the words inspire you!!!

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Silent Scream

I hear a youthful cry,
Rising up into a blood-red sky,
Slaughter of a multitude,
Before eating their first morsel of food,
An injustice spread throughout the land,
Life spilled senselessly on the sand,
A population jaded,
Their former morals faded,
The line between right and wrong deceitfully blurred,
Unjust and misplaced rights inferred,
A generation of youth,
Wiped out as proof,
The darkness is spreading,
Its lies and cobwebs threading,
So as the blood continues to flow,
I cry out; LET MY PEOPLE GO!!!

God is Good

Dear Brothers,

GOD IS GOOD!!!!! So i got camp starting on monday. Btw, this is the most awesome camp...this will be my fifth year going. I love this camp so much...i cant describe it. I love swimming, we go everyday, when I swim its rly the only time i can actually move around unrestrained and unfetterd. Above all though, especially after my first year, the best thing about this camp is the people. The councilors, the campers, everyone...I have been truly blessed going there these past few years. I have made some really good freindships over there the last years. We're all really close...almost like the fellowship of the ring, i guess you could say. Especially with alot of the councilors, I've become really good freinds with them. When I feel sad or rejected at my school, I always think of them, and it cheers me up....usually.....

Anyway, this past yr, one of my favorite councilors wasn't going to come back...grad school or something. So I prayed about it these past couple of weeks, and vwalah (is that how u spell it?) and hes comin back to camp. Though he wasn't sure if he was going to be in our group, so i prayed this prayer: I just prayed that God would put people in my group that he wants to be in my group, no more, no less. God put that councilor, and the other like five best councilors in my group that should definetly be in some sort of hall of fame are all going to be back in my group, with all of us campers. I just wanna thank God, because that was awesome. God really has a hand in my life, and when I pray, he answers, he is faithful. No doubt. Anyway, peace out!!!

God Bless
leskald/elscribe/spiky (something the girls at camp have nicknamed me :))

Independence Day: Story Explanation: Caution Spoilers!!!

Brothers,

So yea..that story I just posted, is...I guess you could say..a sort of an autobiography of myself...in a strange way. It's sort of what you could say as..my testimony..sort of, not really....God is not a hot chick..but that kind of revalation/epiphany kind of thing.....its sort of what happened when 'I realized that God actually did exist...and was not what some people would say a 'sadist'...and he actually gives a damn about me. This is sort of what happens when Dravin gazes into the fathomless depths of the girl's amber eyes. He realizes that his past life has been a lie, and he finally sees things clearly...he finally is able to see the truth.
This is sort of what happened when I accepted God back into my life again almost two months back...maybe a little more, you could say. It was like opening a crinkled and yellowing book from your aged library bookshelf, and dust off its archiac cover. You've read this book countless times, it is your favorite. You open the book, and its familiar fragrance bursts off the pages, filling you with old and used book smell. You are again in the world of your favorite book. You have come back to an old freind, and it embraces you warmly. Thats kind of like what happens when you accept JC as your savior, for real. You've been gone since childhood atleast, wondering in a haunting world, away from all the books, including this one, as you realize you have been tainted by the tube, unable to break away. Like the T.V. in this analogy, the world had taken us away from JC and God, away from all that is true, all that is bright. Jesus welcomes you with open arms, welcoming you, his old freind, back into the Christian Hood. Anyway, this is sort of what the story is about...tell me if you have any critisims of this story.

God Bless
leskald

Independence Day

Brothers,

Happy Independence Day!!! I hope you all enjoyed yourselves on this historical occasion. (And did not get too drunk in celebrating some old guy signing a crinkled parchment....lol, jk jk :)) As you know, I am British, so we did not celebrate the fourth of July. Call me a traitor and red-coat, but GOD SAVE THE QUEEN!!! (lol, I don't even like the royal family, just to show my unpatriotism) Anyways, I am celebrating Independence Day today...but not from another old dude in a crown who peed purple or blue or something in a movie a couple years ago....I am celebrating my independence from: WRITERS' BLOCK!!!!!! I was finally able to write a damn story...all the way through....HALLELUJA!!!! PRAISE THE LORD!!! (seriously) It is the first part of a series I am planning to do....kind of epic fantasy, I guess you could call it. Although, I really am trying to do something special with this series. I really am trying to focus on character and dialogue....two weakpoints in my writing, I think. I really want to focus on who the characters are in my stories now, like make them as believable and somebodies other bodies would wish to be around if they were real...well atleast the goodguys anyways.....:). Also, I am trying to make my dialogue (maybe if i could spell it properly I'd be better at it?) better. I won't say more realistic...because I do realize..especially in this story...my dialogue is very corny and often too dramatic. But this is also the case in LOTR and almost every other fantasy books...so I'm not gonna worry about that...right now....So yeah, see what you peeps think...I hope you like it. Classic buildingsroman; coming of age story...suprising, this is the first story I've ever written that has no action in it...well, relativley no action....ENJOY!!! :)

God Bless
leskald/elscribe......

Amber Eyes
Pink clouds rolled sluggishly above the fortified city of Drulge. Tiled roofs reflected the almost non-existent evening sunlight, their crooked smoke stacks rising up into the imminent night. Cobbled streets spiraled from the gated and walled entrances of the city to the sparkling central keep atop the highest hill in the city. The keep’s obviously unused parapets overlooked the tudor buildings below, casting an ominous shadow on the dwindling crowds of merchants, soldiers, and peasants.
A lone soldier guided his gaunt horse down an unusually quiet street. The horse’s cracked hooves clattered on the weathered stones. When his steed had come to a halt, the red-clad soldier of the Drulge home guard dismounted. Placing his battered helmet under the chain mail on his arm, the dark haired youth gazed ahead of him as half a dozen mounted guards barreled down the street.
The heavily armored soldier in front, a Captain, dismounted smoothly from his bulky steed, and marched up to the young guard.
“Brice- you ready for the battle? I hear the rebel “Darkhammer” have assembled just outside the city. Prince Niamack has even allowed his palace guard to aide us in the coming battle. We are here to collect the wenches on this street for the High knights, so that they will be merry!” announced the captain, his cape billowing in the evening wind. Brice, the young soldier, nodded his head to the captain in acknowledgement.
“I look forward to seeing you at the Battle eve banquet at the palace tonight, Captain Grizbane.” Brice replied; smiling, his icy blue eyes perusing the dismounting soldiers.
The mustached captain nodded his approval. Behind him, his men began to knock on wooden doors, their gauntleted hands slamming on unsuspecting houses. Maidens began to be dragged out, the fear on their faces broadcasting their terror to Brice. A carriage behind the guardsmen’s horses was rolled up to the front. The wenches were piled in, their delicate bodies roughly jumbled into the cramped space.
One fair-headed maiden struggled at the carriage’s steps, slamming her small elbow into the guardsman’s unprotected nose. The red-garmented guard went down, his hand grasping at his face, the pain turning the area a bright shade of red. The wench headed straight for the captain, rage at the injustice evident on her beautiful complexion. Stopping an inch away from Grizbane’s prominent nose, the wench gave him an intense gaze.
Brice watched a few feet away unable to move. The girl, not much older than Brice, spat in the captain’s face. Outraged, the captain slammed his hand into the side of her head, sending her smashing into the cobbled ground.
“Bring me a sword! We will make an example of this one who breaks the Prince’s code!” he spluttered. In defiance, the maiden rose to her feet, the right side of her face bruised and smeared with blood.
“You speak of a code, but what ever happened to the sacred code? The code set down by Niamack’s ancestors, the code of Knighthood. It spoke of chivalry and honor. This is not honor!” By this time the guards were shuffling uneasily in their boots, slightly perturbed by the woman’s speech. “You cowards steal from our families. We barely have enough food down in the streets, while you: the Prince and his so-called knights grow fat on meats from all across the land of Trevorder!” Brice looked at the other knights around him, a touch of shame entering his heart. “The last true knights have been driven away into the wilderness. All that is left is you and the scum you call an army!” she bellowed, the strength in her words ringing out for all present to hear.
Striding over to Brice, the young woman stopped a few feet away. Her amber eyes burned into his cold blue eyes. A fire blazed behind them, giving her the strength to retaliate. Something about them hit Brice, causing him to turn away. Not even in the eyes of the High Knights before they went into battle could match the passion he saw in hers. Something in them pierced his young soul, fighting against ideas and customs that Brice had learned to accept and embrace long ago.
“You- boy, do you think this is worth fighting for? To fight for a kingdom that does this to her people? Who eats herself from the inside? This is tyranny, are you willing to die for it?” her eyes seemed to burn into Brice’s soul, even though he was looking down at the stones below him.
Suddenly, the girl was grabbed from behind. Looking up, Brice watched in numb horror as she was thrown to the street. Brice locked eyes with her unintentionally, as Grizbane placed his foot on her head. A lethal saber hung from his hands, its sharp blade twinkling evilly in the fading sunlight. The depths of her amber eyes tortured Brice’s heart.
Turning in the opposite direction, Brice slowly headed for the Palace. A loud swishing noise from behind caused him to suddenly stop. Silence reigned in the street, save for the exasperated breaths of the Captain. A sick feeling crept into Brice’s stomach. Something seeped into his boots, trickling over both his feet. Looking down, Brice gasped in horror as warm, dark, red blood pooled around his feet, running down the stone gaps. A tear swelled in the boy’s eye, his confusion and helplessness about the situation causing him to close his eyes.
Wishing to be as far away from the bloodstained street as possible, Brice mounted his horse. Coaxing his steed into a gallop, he allowed the tears to freely flow down his cheeks. Not a veteran of many wars, the young Brice began to tilt from side to side in his saddle. His vision blurred rapidly, and soon everything faded into darkness…

Brice awoke with his head immersed in soft pillows. Opening his sore eyelids he took stock of his surroundings. A dimly lit, yet familiar stone chamber greeted him. Tapestries lined the four walls of the smallish chamber, darkening its interior somewhat. A lantern flickered on the wall to his left, and someone hovered above his bedside. The bed Brice was lying on practically filled up the entire room. Focusing his eyes more, Brice spied Grizbane looking down fondly at him.
“You took quite a tumble off your horse there, Brice. I am sorry that you had to see that, but we must make examples of these traitors. They are no better, if not worse, than the rebels we will be engaging in battle tomorrow. Well, enough about that whole incident, the Battle eve banquet is about to begin. Put on your tunic, and meet me at our table.”
Seating himself on his bed, Brice watched as the door closed after Grizbane. Staring at the feudal patterns on its woodwork, he cupped his troubled head in his hands. All his life, he had lived and abided by the code of King Niamack and his father, Dreyakon. He had never once questioned these laws. It was how it was in Trevorder, up until now; Brice had believed that this is the way it had always been. Come to think of it, however, Brice had always felt the presence of emptiness and constraint inside of him. Deep down, he had always known that the way Trevorder was being run was wrong and corrupt. Until now, he could not think of why or how it could be better, but he had heard the maiden’s words: there was such a thing as a chivalrous and honorable code. He had to find; perhaps it would give some hope to this broken land.
Gazing at the tunic, which lay beside him, he sighed. A golden hare was stitched in an eternally unfinished jump over a blue background on the tunic. The hare, the animal of Brice’s house, had been in use by his family, the Hares, for the last one thousand generations, since the Magikan Wars that had supposedly driven out all the Magik in Trevorder. Pulling the tunic over his dark head, Brice slipped into the tunic of Hare.
Sliding a short sword into the sheath on the side of his belt, the future young noble opened the archaic door and stepped out into the hall. Striding rapidly with metallic boots, he entered the cavernous banqueting hall.
Lit by huge, burning lanterns, the hall was almost as bright as a summers’ day. Wooden rafters and beams held the ancient roof up, almost a hundred feet above the narrow wooden tables below.
Seating himself next to Grizbane, Brice chugged a whole tankard of nut-brown ale before the veteran captain had even noticed he was there. Nodding his acknowledgement to his young compatriot, Grizbane was greeted by a faint smile from him.
Soldiers crammed into seats in front of banquet tables. Roughly jostling each other for food and arm space, the Gribble guard drank and ate to their hearts content. The smell of freshly squeezed dragon milk permeated the air, as if someone had cooked bacon and cow’s milk together for too long.
A few meters away, at the head table, sat Prince Niamack himself. Seated on a throne of marble, upon his spotless blonde head rested a bejeweled crown, its emeralds and rubies twinkling in the lantern light. His clothes seemed to whisper extravagant. Expensive silks and leathers seemed to adorn his well-combed features. Next to him sat a morose, yet beautiful wench. She nervously drank from a golden wine glass, her delicate fingers shaking visibly. A manacled chain was tied around her elegant neck. The prince held a rope that was tied equally tightly to the fetters. The prince, older than Brice by only one year, gripped the rope fiercely, his ringed fingers pulling the girl towards him. Forcing the young woman to kiss him, the prince smiled maliciously. Brice looked to the wench, and like with the other girl, their eyes locked.
The faded green pupils of her eyes gazed across the well -lit room. Seemingly broken, and without hope, they seemed to scream exhaustion and death. It seemed as if the prince had ripped out all will from the girl. A sick feeling rose up in Brice, as he noticed that he had seen this girl around the city only several weeks ago.
Glancing down at the pork and peas on his silver plate below him, a great sadness and guilt overwhelmed the boy. Grizbane placed a sharp, but battered, fork in Brice’s hand, patting him on the back.
“Would you prefer some forest gnome stew?” asked the captain, his face a picture of genuine worry. Turning his tortured features towards the older man, Brice slammed his fist down on the table, causing many of the guards and nobleman to turn, startled, in their direction.
Rushing to his feet, Brice pushed his stool over. It made a hauntingly loud noise as it smashed to splinters on the tiled floor. Even the prince looked up from his half-finished steak, the sound was so great. Shocked faces followed the enraged Brice out the room. Soon only the heavy clattering of his steel-capped boots could be heard of Brice Hare.
Grizbane, slightly confused and extremely flustered, rushed out the banquet hall. Watching with a bemused eye, the prince turned to the assembled around him, and said, in a spiteful voice,
“There goes the tortoise, giving chase to the hare!” to a chorus of raucous, and highly forced laughing. The wench tied to the prince smiled faintly also, but not because of the quip. Her friend would not have died in vain today…

Brice stormed down the hallway amidst a volley of questions and confusions racing through his brain like bloodhounds on the hunt. Why had he lost his temper in the prince’s presence? What had torn his heart apart when he gazed into the dullness of the eyes of that wench? How could he find the sacred code that had driven the other wench to martyr herself for its ideals?
Just a day earlier, life had seemed so simple to Brice. Serve your king, uphold your family’s honor, kill anyone that disagreed even slightly with these two, and eventually become a revered noble in the king’s court. That was before Brice had learned about the sacred code. That was before Brice had gazed into those fathomless eyes.
A noise behind him caused the young man to turn around. Grizbane turned a corner of the hallway, his cape hanging from his broad shoulders.
“What has gotten into you? You haven’t seemed the same since that wench was executed. Do not fret over such ideologies. The only things that exist in Trevorder, which are worth fighting for, are the King and his son!!!” he decreed. His blind devotion caused the level of disgust on Brice’s face to rise.
“Who are they? All my life I have been taught that they are here, sent by the Gods to protect us! Haven’t you looked around lately, Grizbane? This place is full of tyrannies and injustices! It has even gripped you; you kill in the name of your so-called just king, so that his palace brat of a son can sleep with wenches to celebrate a victory that hasn’t even been decided yet! To celebrate a battle he won’t even be fighting in! You served under my father. It seems you have lost your honor! While we, the nobles and knights, grow fat on the food that was grown by our peasants, they starve. That is why they are fighting back! That is why I must leave. I must find what this code she spoke of is, how I can fight against this tyranny and oppression. I am sorry, Grizbane, you have treated me well, but I must go- I have a purpose- and I must fulfill it. You may accompany me if you wish!” said Brice, his voice moderated and inspired by a passion that now bubbled up within his belly.
“Brice, do not throw away your nobility like this! The house of the Hare has lasted for over millennia. Your father and mother both died defending you! You are the heir of Hare! Do not let down Lord and Lady Hare like this! You’re right, you do have a purpose- to serve the land of Trevorder and her king!” retaliated Grizbane, his mustache bristling with indignation.
“The code is not dead. The code lived on in that innocent girl you killed today, and now she has passed it on to me. When she looked into my eyes, I saw the world clearly for the first time in my life! I never want to go back to the way I was, Grizbane. I am serving my family, and Trevorder, Grizbane. I know my father and mother would be proud of me now, I finally see the truth, and will fight for it for the rest of my life. If you want to stop me from leaving this city, you will have to kill me!” said Brice, his voice marked with truth and defiance. Grizbane took several steps back, his face a mask of horror and dismay. He knew that he could not argue with the boy, he had seen that same look in Lord Hare’s eyes the last day he had seen Grizbane, the last day he had been a Lieutenant under the Lord’s command…
“I am in no position to stop you Brice. I hope to see you again someday, lad. You may take my stallion; he is quicker and stronger than your horse. Be careful, especially these next few days, you know how the prince deals with defectors. I will try to hold him off at least until after tomorrow’s battle. It is too late for me to change my ways, lad, but it may not be for you.” said the captain, putting his arms around the boy. The boy smiled, but soon the smile faded as he glimpsed dried blood on Grizbane’s boots. Bowing, the boy ran off to the stables.
As he galloped down the streets of Drulge, Brice felt free and truly alive. Smiling, he realized that he had no idea where he was headed. It did not matter, however, he soon formulated a plan. He would go to the nearest city tavern and make inquiries on how that girl knew about the old code and the Echo. He could feel a new chance of hope and honor dawning in the land of Trevorder. Too long had her peoples suffered from the unrighteous tyranny of the King and his son. Brice had to find a way to help liberate them, and to bring them out of this dark age that had reigned in Trevorder for the last fifty years.
Suddenly realizing that the fork from the banquet hall was still firmly gripped in his sweaty palm, the heir of Hare let it fall to the ground. The sharp instrument fell and pierced a crevice in the road. The fork quivered for a few seconds. Above Brice and a muscular warhorse galloped towards the bright and promising dawn. Surely, Brice would never forget those amber eyes…

The Bare Necessities

Dear Peeps,

I apologize for the dark content of the previous poem I wrote. However, I felt it was neccessary to write and post. I need prayer for that particular problem..anyway, moving on.....Yes, I suggest that people under the age of 17 should not read that poem....o wait, im sixteen and I wrote that, nvm then.....:) So, the Lord spoke to me through another song the other day. I bought the rock version of the bare necessities from the Jungle Book....but there is an excerpt in this song that is really significant in my life at this particular point in time. Its when the bear..forgot his name.says:
"And don't spend your time lookin' around
For something you want that can't be found
When you find out you can live without it
And go along not thinkin' about it
I'll tell you something true
The bare necessities of life will come to you"
Yes..this does have to do with me looking for a....woman....why do I always seem to be talking about this? Anyway....Jesus is my bare neseccity, and I don't have to worry about other things...trying to find things...and people, cuz if he wants he'll provide for her for me. Maybe I'm supposed to be a celebat monk in the tibetian mountains or something, i dunno...I just have to trust in the Lord.....anyway, tata for now........

God Bless
leskald/elscribe which is cooler? :)

Strange Nocturnal Ramblings.....

In the tenth watch of the night,
The moon guides my pen's flight,
Causing my troubled mind to pause its incessant panting,
The Lord of the day and night peruses my teenage ranting...

I'm back. Well, I never really left, I was always here...just never had much to write about since my last blog. I thought I was due a new blog...post. I keep on telling other peeps to update their blogs atleast once a week...and then I don't for like two weeks, damn hyprocrite. Lol, anyway....where was I..nowhere, just thought I'd put down whatever God puts on my heart to type (write) about..right...now

Sorry I haven't been at church or Tribe in the last few days. I'm starting to feel like a heretic :) I would have liked to come, but the parents and baby are off in Europe...visiting the assorted kinclans in England and the like...so I have basically been stuck at home...staring at my laptop....going pale..listening to music...watching movies...had an LOTR marathon the other day....which was kind of cool...had the thunder rumbling outside, shaking the house as the combined forces of Gondor and Rohan charge the Black Gate....which was cool, added to the intensity of the scene. :) I was reminded of something Gary said at the first Tribe meeting I attended, in which he stated with the split of the Tribes..it was like setting out tent pegs in Tarrytown...like kind of beacons of Christianity. The scene in which the Gondorian beacons are lit in the mountains one by one to summon help from Rohan...it kind of symbolized, atleast to me, how it was like setting out tent peg beacons in Middle Earth. Ok, that was completely random...but thats ok.....IM RANDOM!!!! :)

On a darker note, my report card came today. Not pleasant....I failed two classes in the fourth quarter...my other quarter grades were good enough to pass me for the year, however if I continue the way I'm going...Ill be held back or worse next year. This scared me....I knew I had been doing poorly this quarter, and before then also. Math and foreign languages are difficult for me...but the truth is I just was too lazy to study. It's very bad I know, but I just didn't feel like it. Really stupid and self-destructive, I realize this, but especially at the beginning of the quarter, I started not caring. That was when I kind of kept on breaking down...pathetic, and that not an excuse....but It was a difficult time for me anyway, lets just say. (see my previous blogs) Anyway, I'm gonna enjoy myself at camp this summer, and go in in September to school with a better attitude...thats bull, let me correct that satement: With lots of prayer and much more self assesment, and getting my ass in gear and working all year next year...I will have a new attitude. Because next year is the most important,according to my imformants, junior year. My bro says that I shouldnt slack off, and I should not take his example, because he says slacking off ain't worth it...and i know hes right...and hes trying to look after me...thats what makes my bro so cool, but....ITS JUST SO HARD TO WORK HARD!!!! There is no try, only do-yoda, I know, but its rly FRIKKEN DIFFICULT!!!! Just can you guys pray for me, cuz i feel...i dunno..worn out wit skool...i guess you could say. Anyway, thats all I have to say about that....

God Bless

leskald

Tribe Dispatch

To the members of Tribe One,

Chief (leader of the tribe :)) Gary asked requested that I write a blog on what took place this week at Tribe. We hope to make this a weekly occurance. On Tuesday (the 14th of June), the meeting of Tribe had the hand of the holy spirit on it. Beginning with an intense worship session led by Marie Joie (Please excuse if I spelled it incorrectly). The lights were dimmed, and it seemed to me like there were angels standing all around us, worshipping with us. Maybe it was the heat ;) Even though the lights were off, God filled the room with a holy, almost heavenly aura. Many members were prompted to begin singing in tounges, among others who recieved visions and other knowledges from God. When this portion of Tribe had concluded, Gary began a discussion on what God's calling on our lives are. For each person there is a specific calling on his or her life from God, and we have to figure out what his calling for our life is. We may need help at times from other people to find God's calling on our life and what his plan for our lives are. On Tuesday we went around about half the people in the room, and asked what they thought God's calling for their lives were. We were able to gain some insight as to where these people were walking in their path with the Lord. It was AWESOME!!!! We expect to do the other half of the member of Tribe One on next Tuesday, the 21st of June. God Bless you all!!!

Dave

The Bitter Ends, the Sweet Begins!

Dear Brothers in Christ,

How are we all doing on this beutiful summer eve? I'm doing AWESOME!!!! God is really doing stuff with me. My poetry really has picked up since I 'came to an understanding' with God. Also, this is a sequel...i guess you could say, to my last blog. God kind of pressed it upon my heart to apologize to that girl. (Just to end it, see closure, not having any loose ends hanging in the wind) Even though I was really frikken scared and intimidated to go up to her I did. I said im sorry, and she looked at me with...disgusted skepticism...but whatever. I know that some of you think i did it b/c I was impatient...and yeah...I know...I am a very impatient person..thats how this whole situation with this girl came to be. But, as soon as I said Im sorry, even though she doesn't give a damn, I felt a burden lift off me. All this crap that I did to her (nothing really bad, just stealing her s/n and stalking her) seemed to be behind me. I had done that stuff before I really did know Jesus...for real...and I just felt like a big jerk about it. But, in saying sorry, I kind of said, all that crap is behind me, and yeah..i know I did wrong, and im a sinner, but I know that Jesus has forgiven me. After that apology, I see a road ahead of me...filled with awesome stuff, and I really want to grow as a Christian and a Man, I still have many flaws...and I just want to give them all to God, and say, You are my king, I will serve you to the end of days, I don't want anything you don't, so take it away. As soon as I said sorry, all I wanted to do was worship the Lord, I was just elated..all that stuff was behind me, its over, now I'm moving on and not gonna bother her anymore. God has a plan for me..and I'm not gonna look back. God Bless You All

elscribe

Another Confession...My Girl Troubles...or Lack Thereof :)

Dear God (lol) and Christian brothers,

Well I haven't posted in a very long time. I know, I plan to post more frequently over the summer. I've been a little busy with schoolwork lately. Actually, thats BS, Ive been busy worrying about girls....well, actually one girl in particular. Ok, well I hope you all like long and painful stories, for this song is both long and filled with pain and stupid mistakes...all on my part. Grab some popcorn, dont choke while your laughing at my follies.

So, it all started three months ago, or so. I knew of this girl from my school, in the grade below me, I didnt kno her, but i knew of her, and we were....I guess you could say....acquiantences..kind of an ignoring relationship. Though of course I got a crush on her....and with the lack of expeirence with girls that I had back then, I decided not to go up and talk to her...because whenever I'm near her.....FRISSON (weird and strange chemical reaction in my hormones, where my heart stops beating, and I can't breath, and my cloness reflex in my knees causes my legs to spaz out) So I stole (asked for) her screename from a mutual friend. Yes, now I know this was really stupid. I am aware of this fact, please stop reminding me. :) Ive had enough people castigate me on this subject. So I Imed her, and for two weeks she put up with me, a very kind act, and just talked to me (though maybe she felt sorry for the poor desperate cripple :)) Though, everytime she logged on, maybe due to my impatience or my inexpirience with girls....I imed her the instant she logged on...and basically annoyed her (i think) until one of us logged off. So, eventually she grew tired, and blocked me. (I dont really blame her now) So, as you can guess, I was completely devastated for like days after this..lol...im a clown..i know.

So, taking from the well of my fathomless wisdom, I stalked her. Not really stalking, just in school, u know, watching her in the cafeteria, that kind of thing. (Let's just say it creeped her out) So, then a coupla days later, her friend and i were arguing (her friend is a goth, and was yelling at me for being a phony basically. This conversation helped me to see God, even though this person says she hates God.) She (the friend) said I was trying to fit in so hard..and that I'd do anything to be accepted in the school, and that I go after plastic (vapid, easilly influenced) girls, besides from her friend. And what she said was true, I know, every word of it was true. I was sick that day, a little mad at God for my disability, and then some1 had just told me exactly what she thought of me....exactly what God wanted me to hear....I think.....and this made me even angrier. So, long story short, I lashed out in anger, called the girl that I like plastic..this friend told her....and that girl then 'didnt want to see my face again". And i really didnt think she was plastic, but I was low...and sick...and actually I think I had made myself sick with bitterness b/c of this situation and being angry at God for making me disabled and not too attractive to girls. (Yeah, I know its really not important, but I was REALLY pissed...to say the least)

So basically I've been wanting to tell this girl that I'm sorry for what I said...and stalking her in the process, cuz I cant get close to her w/out having my throat close on me. So now she hates me even more. It really doesn't matter, I know......but....Its my first crush and Im having trouble letting go.

So now I pray, O lord, to lift this infatuation of me. So that I may be more of a warrior for you, more of a light for you, more of a phoenix beacon. I don't want to be obsessed with girls anyomre, I want to be obsessed with you: For Beuty is fleeting, but my God lives eternal (or something like that) I want to see you more, my lord, I want to see you all the time, everyday, and feel your prescence pumping through my mortal veins constantly. AMEN!!!


elscribe

Wake Up Call: Redemption's Dawn, My Confession

Dear fellow brothers in Christ,

I've had a wake up call. A hail from on high. A smack on the head with a holy and righteous Mjholnir..(I think thats how u spell it) God spoke to me...again. He has everyday since...i dunno....but I guess I was ignoring it. I mean, he speaks to me through...everything really: books, people, movies, dreams, music...the list goes on. I mean, I guess I believed in him before...maybe not. I wasn't seeking him enough, I suppose. I just ignored him, and got angry at him for all the 'bad' things that happened to me in my life. Half of them weren't even important things either. I was looking for...his .....essence....in other things. To fill the empty space in my heart....I mean.....I went after other things, that were not of God. As switchfoot puts it: "I was trying so hard to fit in....until I found out that I don't belong here!" God was always there though, for me, even when I sinned, even when I got so angry at him...even when I collapsed into fits of uncontrollable tears. I'm still not quite sure how I figured out that he does indeed exist...somewhere in the last three months...he just talked to me....and I knew he was real. This is kinda difficult....telling people you were a sort of a phony...I mean....I wasn't really a phony....maybe I was.....I mean, I really respected you guys for being so devoted to your beliefs, and I really felt....cold....not believing in anything truly solid..i dunno what ithought. But i do know what i think now.....now I BELIEVE!!! "HE IS FAITHFUL!!!" When all seemed down, and nobody seemed to want to talk to me anymore..he was always there....and whenever I picked up the Bible....he spoke to me, everytime.

So....yea...i just wanted to get that sorta confession out there..so u guys kno where I'm coming from. I really want to be a greater and more fruitful tree for God. I have not been doing this, and I would really like to. God is good. :) When I finally opened my heart up again to Jesus, I feel whole again. That empty space has been filled, and I am left with conviction, and I again know my right from my wrong. Thank you all for being patient....and waiting for me to finally wake up....I want to be a true light to the earth for Jesus....a true Phoenix Beacon. See some of you tommorrow at Tribe. I really look forward to praising the lord and learning about him again...It has been too long.

-David (a.k.a.: elscribe, penhaven, Dravin, etc.....)

my email: fian316@yahoo.com