Daily Journal: The Clock Winked

The clock winked in the darkness signaling the start of its cry. The shriek emerged from the plastic machine with a shrill note that pierced the morning air. I was shocked from my sleep. My hand fell with abandon upon the top of the infernal device. Silence settled over my room, I looked around, bleary eyed, trying to catch my bearings. Another dull morning greeted me. Outside I could hear the birds tweeting angrily as they fluttered off to distant branches, trying to avoid the clamour of my alarm. I closed my window and began to prepare for my day. The hot water of the shower was relaxing this early, too relaxing for I was on the verge of nodding off under its gentle caress. I turned the faucet to cold and allowed the sharp icicles to pour over my skin and jar me once more out of the haze into reality. This is the story of each of my mornings laid bare for the world to see.

Daily Journal: Spring Break

What did I do on break? Absolutely nothing... well that's not entirely true. While on break my girlfriend moved into my house because her parents are mean to her. I'm not gonna lie its been a lot to handle and I've been pretty stressed lately. It was hard enough getting my homework done with the distractions I already had, now its a total nightmare.

To cope with all this added stress I started up my warhammer 40k army again. I went out and bought a few more paints and grabbed some old unpainted models and went to work filing cleaning and painting my little army of soldiers. I just needed a hobby to get my mind of everything for awhile.

It's been tough adjusting to this new way of life. I'm not used to sharing my bathroom with another person, let alone a girl, who takes an hour to get ready every morning.

Now I just need to put my nose to the ground, get my homework done, get in the weight room and get ready for Concordia. I just want to finish high school.

Daily Journal: I once dreamed about

Dreams

I once had a dream about playing college football. Being able to go out in front of throngs of people and put it all on the line. I love football, its in my blood, it has been since I was young. I remember all those years back, suiting up for a traveling game thinking I was on top of the world with only my dad and a few other parents out to see me. Flash forward a few years and now I'm suiting up for a couple thousand people each night and going to battle for my school and my city. I am going to play college ball, but at a school of similar size to my high school.   One day, it would be cool to do that on an even grander scale. The only way your going to achieve your dreams is if you latch on to them, and work every day of your life like an animal to achieve them. That's how I got from the traveling team superstar to the big stage of Eastview Highschool, now on to Concordia and some DII ball.

Brainstorming for Project

Waking up 100 years later I am pressed into a war I neither know nor care about. I am forced to fight for my life in a place that is both foreign and horrific. When the battle ends, I am faced with death and destruction on a scale I never imagined possible. I realise I was awoken merely to be sent to slaughter, for the sake of mankind. At least that's what I've been told.

When I wake up 100 years in the future I emerge in an empty underground facility. I see images of a war I know nothing about. The place is empty. When I leave I realise the earth has been turned into a desolate wasteland. I trudge into the distance to whatever may lie ahead.'

I wake up in a future of advanced technology and human progress. It is a Utopian place that is very advanced but at the same time the human psyche has been twisted into something unrecognizable. Entering initially with thoughts of hope and progress I slowly discover the truth behind our future. The price we must pay for it all.

Daily Journal: I wish someone had told me

Late, took a science test

I wish someone had told me how hard life was. Maybe then I woudln't have been in such a hurry to grow up. If I would of known how hard things would be I'd just want to stay a kid.

Science Fiction Brain Storm

I am a big fan of science fiction writing. I have a ton of ideas of stories that I could write about

Fallout: The fallout universe is rife with science fiction ideas that I could expand upon

Mass Effect: The mass effect universe has a cool back story that I can work with

Star wars
Warhammer
my own ideas ect.

The tough choice will be picking something and starting to craft a story

Daily Journal: Shoe Car

Shoe Car

Their once was a very bad idea, that after a few drinks, became a very good idea.

I make a left hand turn and drive down the road. I cant seem to shake the feeling that I'm being watched. Everyone seems to be staring at me. I don't know whats going on, maybe I'm paranoid. I pull into the gas station and begin to fill up. Once again I get the sense that something is very peculiar about the people around me. They seem to be glaring me down for some reason I can't explain. Once done pumping I enter the store and proceed to pay for my gas. I decide a car wash may be in order. I go over and purchase 10 containers of armor all wipes. When I go to pay the cashier looks at me in bewilderment and then looks out at my car. He shrugs and rings me up. I go outside and now a crowd has gathered around my vehicle. I  muscle my way to my car and begin buffing it up. At last I cant take any longer and shout "What, you've never seen a man in a shoe car before". Everyone recoils with an exasperated look on their faces. They seem at a loss for words. I continue to wipe down my car with a multitude of onlookers. Finally I get down to the last can and I use that for the interior. Now that I'm done I hop ionto my brand new V8 Rockport and begin my long, akward drive home.

Daily Journal: My Journey on a Pirate Ship

Me and me best mate max be pirates. We sail the seven seas in search of booty, Argghh. On on one of our misadventures we had an ecounter with a mighty beast. That beast was the Kraken. This is how the story begins.

It was a cool crisp mornming on the seven seas and I had just awoken to the heavy rockin of me ship and the rumble and ratlle of a storm. I quickly sprang up and threw on my coat. I opened my cabin door and was greeted by a heavy spray to my face and a good chill to the bone. The water like ice in a hail storm was bitign deep. It cuts to the soul if you let it. I run to the helm to find max holding fast to the wheel.

"I can't keep her steady cap'n" He shouted, barely audible in the mealstrom.

"You've got to you old bliter" I spat back.

We were nearly home, if only we could ride out the storm. A loud crack interupts my thoughts and I look up to see a mast torn in half and falling to the deck. Blast, if the sails arent closed and secured we wont be able to sail on in the mornin and it would be atleast another week till home.

I jump up to the nearest mast and begin my perilous climb to the top.

Daily Journal: Chubby Bunny!!!!!!!

Chubby Bunny

This is what you get when you feed him table scraps.

Alice finally caught up to the rabbit in wonderland

Peter Cottontail snuck into the field one too many times.

OK so I don't know what to write about here, I could try and write a story that would lead up to a rabbit being this size but instead I could only come up with a couple of dumb one liners. This picture is just so ridiculous that I have know idea what to write about.

Once upon a time there was a little rabbit named Peter Cottontail. Now one of Peters favorite pass times was sneaking into the farmers garden and eating his vegetables. Time and time again the farmer would chase him out but Peter was too quick for him to catch. The farmer had a plan and decided to let Peter be. With Peter not having to run away and having the whole field to himself he proceeded to eat and eat and eat until he was so big he could barely move. Then the farmer snatched peter Cottontail up and cook him in a stew. The farmer lived happily ever after.

Daily Journal: Loss

Loss

Superman watches in horror as Lois Lane falls from the building. Lex Luthor has cast her off and simultaneously launched an all out attack on  Metropolis. Superman must decide here and now who he will save, the love of his life, or the entire city with all its inhabitants. A stream of crystal tears slowly drip off his face as he propels himself up into the sky, racing towards the incoming meteors. Superman must catch each incoming meteor as it falls and throw it back into space. He throws himself with abandon at each one as the tears continue to flow. Soon only the largest of the meteors is left as it slowly begins to ignite in the atmosphere. He flies up to it and begins to catch it. A green piercing light emits from where he has embedded himself. The meteor is filled with kyrptonite. Supermans hands begin to burn as he presses ever harder against the rock. He slowly begins to fatigue and feel drained. The meteor slows but moves onward towards the city. With one last herculean shove the meteor is thrown back to space. Superman barely able to stay  in flight slowly presses up through the clouds. They seem to move on forever. He begins to feel dizzy and his eyes slowly close. Suddenly her bursts out of the clouds and into the sun. The suns rays quickly recharge him and he stands upright and defiant. He zooms quickly back to earth. There on the ground is the lifeless body of Lois. He begins to weep as he tenderly lifts her body into the sky and soars off into the dark as a light rain begins to fall.



Daily Journal: Paper Shredder

Shredded

I awake startled to ear splitting screams and the whir of a motor. I look around at the room I am laying in. For the past few weeks I've been stuck underneath a stack of other sheets. It wasn't all bad. Frank seemed like a nice guy. He was a spelling test that the masters son had done. There was a big A+ plastered on his forehead. I look over at the fridge. "There he is", I say to myself. "Hey Frank!", I holler, trying to get his attention. He doesn't seem to hear me. His eyes seem screwed shut, a tear falls from his cheek. I hear it again, a mechanical tearing sound and the screams of other sheets of paper. Oh no, It can't be. It doesn't exist, that's just a story that mother sheets tell their kids when they miss behave. I am lifted high into the air. My face is smashed down, hard onto a pane of glass. A blinding light flashes into my eyes. I am pulled yup, bleary eyed and placed in another stack on the masters desk. I look up at a big fluorescent screen and see myself pop up on it. The master drags the copy me to a filing cabinet and saves me away. He then picks up the small stack of papers I'm in and hoists us into the air. Everyone is screaming and asking whats going on. I look below me in horror. The maw of the mechanical beast is wide and open. I see the blades staring up at me greedily. I see shreds of paper in its teeth ready to tear into me with abandon. We are slowly lowered into the maw of the mechanical nightmare. I begin yelling and  writhing, trying to get free. My feet press into the machine. Nothing. I open my eyes and look about. I am standing on the teeth of the mechanical creature and nothing is happening. I look over at a blinking light to my right. The light is flashing next to the words "Shredder full". The master grumbles to himself and crumples us up and tosses us in a waste basket. I breath a heavy sigh of relief. Retirement in a compost heap is a much better end then shredded by a monster.

Daily Journal: Death

Meaning

If I was to die in a day, and I had unlimited resources at my disposal, I would find a way to donate it all to charity. I would go around the world visiting countries in need, and do good with my money. I would not want to leave this earth feeling like I had just squandered the perfect opportunity to help the world. I want to make sure my life has meaning. I know I may not be able to do all I want now, but given one day and unlimited resources I would want to feel like I had helped somebody, and done something with my life. Too many people these days focus on themselves. I understand that, and I do to, but at the same time you need to realise that their are many others who have much less than you do, and you can help them, even if only in a small way. Given a day with unlimited resources, I could help them in a big way. Sure I'd travel the world seeing different countries and spending a few minutes at each must see sight in the world, but I would spend most of my time going to places in need, bringing them all I can and donating to their cause, and just try to change some lives now that mine is spent.

Etheree Poem

Christmas Etheree

I

have a

story in

my head I'd like

to share today, with

you because it must be

told before I lose my mind,

it is about a special gift

I recieved one Christmas Eve, twas dark

when I awoke to find a soft sweater

all for me, beneath the tree the gifts lay

presents unopened waiting,

the only one I souight

was made tenderly

with love and care

by grandma

their, for

me

Daily Journal: How ridiculous I was as a... Include the words drench, silly, goofy, twist, octopus

Summer Fun

I was so ridiculous as a kid. When I was younger my mom had me enrolled in a summer daycare program through the YMCA. I had a great time going on all the field trips we went on and hanging out all summer with different people. I remember one time we were at a local park and had a water balloon fight. I was so silly and goofy as I tried to twist around and dodge water balloons in an effort not to get drenched. In the end I was hit and spent the rest of the day like an octopus, soaked to the bone. I had a great time over those summers when I was a kid. Now the wide open grass fields have been replaced by painted lines. The board games have become free weights. The friends I made are now the brothers I fight for. Although I may miss the free times of my youth, I wouldn't have it any other way, then getting ready for football in the Summer.



Acrostic Poem

Strong

Energetic

Awesome

Nice

Doesn't give up

University Bound

College Football

Happy

Electric

Kinetic

Daily Journal: How would I change the world

Wisconsin

Well the prompt asks us to start with our own government.
I would have are government be accountable to the people again. Our government needs to step back and realise that they don't keep us in our place, we keep them in power. Without we the people our government has nothing and they need to be reminded of that.

I would hope that the government could find a way to balance their budget and cut spending so that they can finally start writing their quarterly reports in black ink, instead of the dreaded red pen. We the people have been forced to live within our means and I think it's time for the government to do the same.

That doesn't mean that I don't support cooperation. I am a Republican at heart, but at the same time a moderate one at best. What is going on in Wisconsin is disheartening to me. I am proud of the governor for his willingness to cut spending and balance the budget but on the same token why attack collective bargaining rights? Having talked to many teachers they seem willing to cut wages, but at the same time realise that their Union is one of the few benefits to the job. My dad makes a little over what an average teacher makes and I can understand that the teachers feel, in comparison to other white collar jobs, they are making less money. However, they have stated they are willing to take pay cuts and that the only thing they are fighting is the attack on the Union. I just hope the governor can find a way to bring everyone to the table and figure this all out.