Update: 12/31/12

Well, due to some difficulties I lost the typing of stories, and so I have to start from scratch. Yep, start over...  excrement... I hate technology sometimes. Back to rewriting. I don't see the big deal at all for myself, though I don't know why I'm 'pissed' about it. I'm supposed to rewrite them either way to improve... Maybe I don't hate technology, maybe I'm just stupid.
Anyway, it's New Years in America. Three cheers for alcohol-free champagne... I have to go socialize when the clock strikes twelve... To end this, I'm going to say, "In a different universe, I would happier, but in a different universe, I would be sadder."

Update: 12/21/12

I haven't posted anything in nearly twenty days... I supposed that's my fault, but at least I know I got good grades on exams. I don't believe grades though... The hardest was the math test, but it was too easy, just all of them were time consuming. At least school's out for a measly two weeks

I should probably just move on to what I was going to say originally. I have decided to be a part of a writing club. It isn't really a club, just a meet-and-greet with amateur writers. Just a meeting, and it only happens once a month. I suppose I won't attend (or probably missed) the event on this December, though either way I am not quite ready for any meetings.

I have also decided to write up a short story collection, basically horror. It will not only contain short stories, but maybe also poems and/or memoirs. And I do suppose in order to get the collection published, if I ever find one, I won't be allowed to copy/paste my stories onto this blog or to anything. 

Something I hate, but we all need: Money

But, as a treat, I will give away just one story when it's completed in my notepad. Just one, I believe, won't be any harm.

Although I do have titles for some of the stories, I don't however have the title for the collection or the stories  for most anywhere near started. Albeit, I will show the titles of the stories I have thought up now, but be aware they might change: I Don't Talk to Myself, Expressed Kidnapping, Lies of Light, Truth of Darkness, Questions from a Madman, Creature of My Childhood, Memory of Flame, and Norway Beast.

Not the most surprising titles, I see, but as a novice to titles, I'll learn, or maybe I'm just being too hard on myself. Well, that is all. Happy holidays, for I don't want to accidentally insult someone for not celebrating a specific holiday and saying a different specific holiday. In other words, goodbye for now.

Inhuman

As how the Elephants remember,

We've remembered the dangers you've placed.

If the Vultures only feast on dead,

They'll feast on you and my broken dreams.

~

As how the Tigers are all fearless,

We were always opposite from them.

If the Spiders spun webs to catch dreams,

They have surely caught ours of home.

~

As how the Pikas all call warning,

We have surely forgotten to hear.

If the Death Watch Beatles sees life's end,

They have been ticking since our births.

~

As how Sharks always swim to survive,

We were dreamers thinking we were fine.

If scapegoat Lambs carry people's sins,

They have abandoned us and marked you.

~

As how Gorillas are curious,

We were doing everything we could.

If the Frogs represents a rebirth,

They've ceased to exist to keep you gone.

~

As how Giraffes use their necks to eat,

We've been eating on floors straining them.

If the Butterflies were only souls,

They've crushed yours when they've ripped out your heart.

~

The point of this poem is to teach.

Don't go out and think you'll be alright.

There are liars, thieves, killers, and more.

There are dream eaters from the night's damned.

~

If being human means having emotions,

Then I was never one of your kind.

For I've only felt nothing.

Memories are breaking down,
In this cursed shell.

To smile, I can't.

An Inhuman Empty

I'll be going to Thanksgiving. . .

I won't be able to be on the internet for a week. . . At least I'll be able to go to museums or art and stuff. . . Though I sort of feel bad, I'm a vegetarian in a meat-eating family. . . I've been addicted to Pokemon Black 2 and Kingdom Hearts Dream Drop Distance. . .

Tale of Yaaqob and Yowchanan

(NOTE: First off, Yaaqob is pronounced as JA-cub. Yowchanan is pronounced as Jo-ha-nan. Second off, I made this poem due to problems I was facing that I realized. It's in the form of a story for a reason. Yaaqob and Yowchanan are the two root words that make up his name today, and as there are two roots, there are two sides of him. He's slipping away, but even if his two sides did save me, it's painful to see him in a way where it'll be the last, though I know I'll be able to go on and rest easily, like Eiji.)

~

In a long time ago

When there were tragedies

In a deep green Eden

Yaaqob sunk like a stone

Sunlight burnt this garden

Where butterflies unfold

Red flowers danced around

Yowchanan became ill

They are one, united

Dragons fly rainbow's end

Shadow children cry blue

Harmonic creatures float

They both need each other

Yaaqob and Yowchanan

Flower at high cliff's edge

Elixir for Eden

In a long time ago

When there were tragedies

In a deep black eden

Yaaqob was cloaked in red

Yowchanan traveled far

There he met his own friend

To find world Flower's end

The one at high cliff's edge

Yaaqob's gift to kill ceased 

Ripped his own flesh anew

Stigma that found his bones

Punished him severely

Yowchanan walks alone

Charred, scarred, scratched and dirty

"Friend sha'll go not in vain.

I sha'll tear my shadow"

In a long time ago

When there were tragedies

In obscured Eden's land

Yaaqob wished away dark

[Yowchanan, you will always be alone]

[You will walk in only disgraced hatred]

[This dark Eden wishes not to be saved]

"I'll walk this road 'til death"

In a dream Yaaqob came

"Did you really mean it?

In this world of hatred,

Run away don't get hurt"

Yowchanan went onward

To find world Flower's end

Sat a young boy, Eiji

Slept for eternity

[Peek ot srouy won si ecaep dna rewolF eht]

In a long time ago

Not yet tragedy's end

In now blooming Eden

Yaaqob saved Eiji's soul

Eiji fell off cliff's edge

Yaaqob's last dying wish 

Saved young Flower boy's end

Colorless faded bright

Innocent boy, Eiji

Framed to live Flower's end

Yaaqob longed to save life

For he spilt countless blood

Yowchanan carried ends

Eiji known as victim

Yaaqob as true hero

Persistant Yowchanan

In a long time ago

During tragedy's end

Eden now glows peaceful

Yaaqob, Yowchanan's tale

Four faced monsters now leap

Pterodactyls sung hymns

Fairies glow, Pixies burst

Furry creatures now float

Berries grew sweet and rip

Leaves never die nor fall

World Flower's end now gone

Psychedelic blossoms

Yowchanan suicide

To meet his only friend

Eiji now rests freely

Even if forgotten

In a long time ago

Where there's no tragedies

There's an Eden for you

Yaaqob cries happily

In a long time ago

~

TinierMe's down

TinerMe's going to be gone forever soon. Well, maybe not forever, but yeah. I'm thinking about getting a Gaia account, I don't know, a friend of mine said it was like TinierMe, but I don't know. . .