Hot.
Is it necessary to be this hot? The Man thought as he crested another dune.
The air shimmered all around him with heat. He had run out of water three dunes ago and was starting to feel the effects of it, like his insides were turning to jerky.
Yellow.
Everything in the Sahara was yellow. He cursed the color as he almost slipped going up another dune. Yellow ground, yellow hills, by now it was the only color he could see, even the sky had turned an ugly shade of mustard hue.
For days now he wandered, separated from his troop of the French Foreign Legion. He had not seeked valor and glory on his own. The bastards that shanghaied him b
It’s quiet down in the deep. The occasional dings and beeps and blips from the sub usually the only thing to break that silence but today the ocean is alive with noise. The low mournful sound of a creature fills the small metal space and my ears, rumbling them. My hair standing on end. It’s not a whale though.
A whale usually lulls me to almost sleep and its call tickles my stomach, but this. This, is making me on edge. Sound isn’t the only thing either that has changed. There’s something practically dancing on the edge of the LED lights the submarine is emitting from the front. It reminds me of a shark’s tail,
I don’t know what woke me but my eyes flew open. I sat up in my little square bed and looked around my room. Nothing seemed out of place. My little sisters, Tabitha and Judith, were soundly asleep on either side of me. That’s when I heard a light thump and a muttered curse coming from the other side of the thin wall and knew Patrick was up and moving. I didn’t think he would be going so quickly. As quietly and gently as I could, I crawled over Tabitha and went to the wall and listened. I heard Patrick rummaging around and knew he was getting his sea bag ready. I hurriedly got out of my long dressing gown and started pull
Home life is unhappy,
In the port by the sea,
For the Brother, with no adventures, it is misery
Sister watches as he finds The Black Pearl of fame,
Winking, smiling, swaying
Finds him as he plans, his scheme unfurls
Brother’s dreams are not tame
For Cathy Cats and Kangaroos are in his brain
Sister worries for her Brother
Fighting, Drowning, Dying
She thinks like him, binds herself for the ride
Black Pearl grins, Black Pearl chuckles
Looks at Sister’s ghost pale knuckles
And her tan finger curls
Welcome Abroad.
Michiko made the best grilled eel in all of the dock. She and her husband, Jiro, who was a fisherman also had a little fish stand not to far from their house that she ran and cooked at. Every morning at four she got up, made her husband breakfast and went to the market and got fresh eel, other sea critters and groceries for the day. She even got her wares half price because the boy who ran the stall, Ebisu, loved her mochi and she would always bring him a fresh batch. By six Michiko had the grill and rice cooker going and she served: fried eel, squid and fish, along with her cucumber miso soup, homemade pickles and a bowl of rice. She did thi
Hot.
Is it necessary to be this hot? The Man thought as he crested another dune.
The air shimmered all around him with heat. He had run out of water three dunes ago and was starting to feel the effects of it, like his insides were turning to jerky.
Yellow.
Everything in the Sahara was yellow. He cursed the color as he almost slipped going up another dune. Yellow ground, yellow hills, by now it was the only color he could see, even the sky had turned an ugly shade of mustard hue.
For days now he wandered, separated from his troop of the French Foreign Legion. He had not seeked valor and glory on his own. The bastards that shanghaied him b
It’s quiet down in the deep. The occasional dings and beeps and blips from the sub usually the only thing to break that silence but today the ocean is alive with noise. The low mournful sound of a creature fills the small metal space and my ears, rumbling them. My hair standing on end. It’s not a whale though.
A whale usually lulls me to almost sleep and its call tickles my stomach, but this. This, is making me on edge. Sound isn’t the only thing either that has changed. There’s something practically dancing on the edge of the LED lights the submarine is emitting from the front. It reminds me of a shark’s tail,
I don’t know what woke me but my eyes flew open. I sat up in my little square bed and looked around my room. Nothing seemed out of place. My little sisters, Tabitha and Judith, were soundly asleep on either side of me. That’s when I heard a light thump and a muttered curse coming from the other side of the thin wall and knew Patrick was up and moving. I didn’t think he would be going so quickly. As quietly and gently as I could, I crawled over Tabitha and went to the wall and listened. I heard Patrick rummaging around and knew he was getting his sea bag ready. I hurriedly got out of my long dressing gown and started pull
Home life is unhappy,
In the port by the sea,
For the Brother, with no adventures, it is misery
Sister watches as he finds The Black Pearl of fame,
Winking, smiling, swaying
Finds him as he plans, his scheme unfurls
Brother’s dreams are not tame
For Cathy Cats and Kangaroos are in his brain
Sister worries for her Brother
Fighting, Drowning, Dying
She thinks like him, binds herself for the ride
Black Pearl grins, Black Pearl chuckles
Looks at Sister’s ghost pale knuckles
And her tan finger curls
Welcome Abroad.
Michiko made the best grilled eel in all of the dock. She and her husband, Jiro, who was a fisherman also had a little fish stand not to far from their house that she ran and cooked at. Every morning at four she got up, made her husband breakfast and went to the market and got fresh eel, other sea critters and groceries for the day. She even got her wares half price because the boy who ran the stall, Ebisu, loved her mochi and she would always bring him a fresh batch. By six Michiko had the grill and rice cooker going and she served: fried eel, squid and fish, along with her cucumber miso soup, homemade pickles and a bowl of rice. She did thi
I don’t know what woke me but my eyes flew open. I sat up in my little square bed and looked around my room. Nothing seemed out of place. My little sisters, Tabitha and Judith, were soundly asleep on either side of me. That’s when I heard a light thump and a muttered curse coming from the other side of the thin wall and knew Patrick was up and moving. I didn’t think he would be going so quickly. As quietly and gently as I could, I crawled over Tabitha and went to the wall and listened. I heard Patrick rummaging around and knew he was getting his sea bag ready. I hurriedly got out of my long dressing gown and started pull
Well, I'm an anime nut, chocolate lover, can't stand to look at mummies, Kpopper for life, writer, and I'm labeled as the quite do-gooder...yep...thats it...
Favourite Movies
There's hundreds XD
Favourite TV Shows
Penny Dreadful, Bob's Burgers, Sherlock, to name a few
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
KPOP
Favourite Books
Soooooooooooo Mannnnnnnnny
Favourite Writers
Kresley Cole and L.A. Meyer for the latest ones I've read
Favourite Games
Final Fantasys
Favourite Gaming Platform
PS2
Tools of the Trade
Imagination and whatever is handy to write with lol
Ugh- Family. School. Sociology Class. Friends. Completing CH. 4. Getting in Touch With Abstinent Friends Who Are Suppose to be Drawing You Stuff. Reading For Sociology Class. Math. Not Having Ingredients for Stuff. Not Going to the Library. Not Being Able to go to Art Class. No Time for Wii Fit. No batteries for Wii Remote. Stuff.
Ooh- Back Fixed. Boyfriend. Boyfriend Actually Being Nice and Doing Fun Stuff. New Mystery Find It App. English Comp Class. It Feels Like Autumn. Pumpkin Stuff. Halloween is Closer. Actually Getting Closer to Finishing CH. 4 and Starting CH. 5. iPod is Still Alive. Actually Had Asian Food Yesterday. Cuddling More.