Saturday, April 28, 2007
Friday, April 27, 2007
Day Three: Steadfast tin soldier?...perhaps...
She knew from the moment she was taken out of the box, twisty-ties falling from sculpted arms like spells keeping her in a perfect beauty sleep, something was wrong. The little boy must not have noticed the delima her plastic eyes held, for he took her out of the box and marched her over to the line of toy soldiers that was prepared for battle. Chubby fist enclosing her, she didn't move, only felt with desperation the small bolt holding her left arm together coming loose. The boy promptly forgot her as he brought to life the sounds of planes and missles, guns and a child's imagination. He ran a plane into the soldiers, toppeling a few. Quickly he changed his voice to an embarresing falseto, high voice giving her life." Don't worry soldiers." the chubby fist grabbed her middle and turned her towards the toys,"I'm coming for you!" She marched(or rather hopped) over to the men. Instead of having her assist the men, as she thought the boy would have her do, he simply gathered them up in one hand, her in the other, and put them into a small shoe box.
The shoe box was to be her home, she later found out, but it was also the hospital. She, Top surgen Zemryn, limited edition w/ styled red mohair in a tight sugery bun complete with pressed white jacket and miniature needles, was a colectors edition. Her only problem was that she was not a colector's doll, she was the newest edition to the collection of army and nurse personell that belonged to an eight year old named Tommy.
She didn't hate Tommy, no one did, but it was a bit saddening to know that most would treasure you and keep you in your signiture cabinet----------but your owner tosses you into a shoebox hospital , crinkeling your dress, pulling loose hair, and loosing your only pair of shoes. That was Tommy though, so they had to accept it. Tommy's mother left him as a child and although his dad still lived, he traveled so much his kids rarely saw him.They lived in a grand house with their nanny, and waited till their father came home. He always broght them expensive and well made toys, and Zemryn was no exeption.
Tommy's older sister's name was Emily.She was older than Tommy, and she never let him forget it for a moment.Long brown curls and lacey pastel dresses, she looked like the picturesque rich young english girl. Unfortunatly, Em was often plauged by horrid illnesses and rarely took her toys out to play with. Thus it was completly understandable that Zemryn had no idea who the dancer on the table top was.
Just another story I'm going to work on at odd intervals. It's going to be like a steadfast tin soldier story, only the roles are reversed and there might be alot more magic.Dont know yet.
The shoe box was to be her home, she later found out, but it was also the hospital. She, Top surgen Zemryn, limited edition w/ styled red mohair in a tight sugery bun complete with pressed white jacket and miniature needles, was a colectors edition. Her only problem was that she was not a colector's doll, she was the newest edition to the collection of army and nurse personell that belonged to an eight year old named Tommy.
She didn't hate Tommy, no one did, but it was a bit saddening to know that most would treasure you and keep you in your signiture cabinet----------but your owner tosses you into a shoebox hospital , crinkeling your dress, pulling loose hair, and loosing your only pair of shoes. That was Tommy though, so they had to accept it. Tommy's mother left him as a child and although his dad still lived, he traveled so much his kids rarely saw him.They lived in a grand house with their nanny, and waited till their father came home. He always broght them expensive and well made toys, and Zemryn was no exeption.
Tommy's older sister's name was Emily.She was older than Tommy, and she never let him forget it for a moment.Long brown curls and lacey pastel dresses, she looked like the picturesque rich young english girl. Unfortunatly, Em was often plauged by horrid illnesses and rarely took her toys out to play with. Thus it was completly understandable that Zemryn had no idea who the dancer on the table top was.
Just another story I'm going to work on at odd intervals. It's going to be like a steadfast tin soldier story, only the roles are reversed and there might be alot more magic.Dont know yet.
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Day 2: Not-so-good-news...
Hiya! I'm real sleepy and if I make more grammar mistakes than usual, it's okay. Did you know that a large % of medical students are medical students because they tried to become a vet and were not accepted because of inadiquate-ness? No, I don't know why this is underlined and no I haven't figured out how to turn it off.Sorry. Anyway, does this mean that they weren't good enough for the animals so they were tossed aside? But what does that make us then? Anyway, that's that. Sorry 'bout the line of doom that hovers just beneath the brilliant words of life. I bet it hides under the tracks of oncoming trains, and if you go and look you find it. Or at least the doom. Yeah, I'm wrighting this late, so I'll stop and not ramble on... G'night.
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Day 1: Setting the stage...
This is going to be insanity. For me and for you poor people who have to read this. WARNING---- I am very A.D.D about my writting, I may post a chapter from one series one day, and have another the next day. I will try to warn you if I've made a jump, but if it goes from hero ponys(Don't say a word or I'll tell the hero pony and he'll come eat you ,or tar and feather you, he's trying to stick to a foliage only diet) to elfs on different days, I probably switched. ^^
Restless. That's what that feeling was. Navi, known to some as Wonder Pony, paced up and down his patrol, looking for signs that their old enemy was back. Of corse, the monsters had been defeated utterly at the final battle and the second portal of evil had been closed. After the last fight, the magnificant team of highly trained warriors decided to go their own seperate ways. Hook, a.k.a hon-kon-fu, (the ninjitsu master) had gone to Micigan and although the copper-red thorbreed said he wanted the quiet life, word was he was taking highly classified individuals and teaching his devine ways. Angel, a.k.a roll (bowling ball of power) had gone to a large feild to retire, and not long after strode into the sunset to dance w/ the moonbeams and race across the clouds. Both Lacy and Mystic went into show business, Lacy became a famous journalist and Mystic was a show jumper. Word was that they'd both gotten a little soft. Cinnamin, the sexy little miniature pony cross, love intrest of the great Navi, had gone to a lush barn sweet, complete with her own pasture. Word was that she hadn't lost her bite, but even though they had tried to keep in contact, long distance relationships never work out. The others had gone too, retreating into the pages of legend and their retierment homes. Only Indy, a fiesty mare that had a long time love/hate friendship with Navi, and the great wonder himself, were left.
However, the great Navi simply doesn't retire. He knew there was more than two gates of evil stil left in the world, and so the world still needed him.This ment new recruits. Nav shook his head at the thought of new bloods, they were loose cannons that had to be carefully instructed about when to blow up." And they're so darned persnickety"he mumbled.He, of course, had no room to talk. Rolling his eyes, he gave a last look to his post, then went to find the new recruits.
Woooo...This is the prologue for the third book of Navi chronicles that I've written. Yes, they all star my pony as the hero and the rest of the horses as the rest of the band. It was so dis-heartening, the original group all split up,some moved to other homes,some moved out of state and a couple even died. But we have the new regiment and a new evil. And a lot of people that will soon question my sanity. Don't bother, it's already gone. These storys do have a lot of fact, I won't tell you what is and what isn't, because you never know...these storys are...offcolor to say the least, so be warned. And yes, my pony will find were you live if you dare insult him...and cinnamin isn't the only one who bites.
Restless. That's what that feeling was. Navi, known to some as Wonder Pony, paced up and down his patrol, looking for signs that their old enemy was back. Of corse, the monsters had been defeated utterly at the final battle and the second portal of evil had been closed. After the last fight, the magnificant team of highly trained warriors decided to go their own seperate ways. Hook, a.k.a hon-kon-fu, (the ninjitsu master) had gone to Micigan and although the copper-red thorbreed said he wanted the quiet life, word was he was taking highly classified individuals and teaching his devine ways. Angel, a.k.a roll (bowling ball of power) had gone to a large feild to retire, and not long after strode into the sunset to dance w/ the moonbeams and race across the clouds. Both Lacy and Mystic went into show business, Lacy became a famous journalist and Mystic was a show jumper. Word was that they'd both gotten a little soft. Cinnamin, the sexy little miniature pony cross, love intrest of the great Navi, had gone to a lush barn sweet, complete with her own pasture. Word was that she hadn't lost her bite, but even though they had tried to keep in contact, long distance relationships never work out. The others had gone too, retreating into the pages of legend and their retierment homes. Only Indy, a fiesty mare that had a long time love/hate friendship with Navi, and the great wonder himself, were left.
However, the great Navi simply doesn't retire. He knew there was more than two gates of evil stil left in the world, and so the world still needed him.This ment new recruits. Nav shook his head at the thought of new bloods, they were loose cannons that had to be carefully instructed about when to blow up." And they're so darned persnickety"he mumbled.He, of course, had no room to talk. Rolling his eyes, he gave a last look to his post, then went to find the new recruits.
Woooo...This is the prologue for the third book of Navi chronicles that I've written. Yes, they all star my pony as the hero and the rest of the horses as the rest of the band. It was so dis-heartening, the original group all split up,some moved to other homes,some moved out of state and a couple even died. But we have the new regiment and a new evil. And a lot of people that will soon question my sanity. Don't bother, it's already gone. These storys do have a lot of fact, I won't tell you what is and what isn't, because you never know...these storys are...offcolor to say the least, so be warned. And yes, my pony will find were you live if you dare insult him...and cinnamin isn't the only one who bites.
Monday, April 23, 2007
I Hate This by Plotting Pony
This is evil and cruel and I hate it already. They say hate is a strong word so I guess if I say that I hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate this, I'd cover it. I wonder how many I EXTREMLY AND WITH A PASSION DISLIKE THIS it would take to = that many hates. Oh well.On a completly different note, does any one know where to get some of that stuff that can induce labor in a mare? Faith is so pregnant that if a needle so much as looks at her she's gonna pop like a balloon. She was sold to us in october as VERY pregnant and ready to drop a foal any minute. She is still very pregnant and ready to drop a foal. Any.Bloomin.Minute. And yes, she is w/o a doubt, pregnant. I, for one, am tired of waiting for her to have it. So I wanna help her* evil look & taps fingers plottingly* Even if I wouldn't really do that, if you know me, I'm the very antithesis of patience most of the time.
Anyway... Hiya!
I am currently working on a fiction/some non-fiction story that is set in NHHS. W/ all the construction going on, we have weird and stupid easily explainable stuff going on. But what if that stuff was actually due to the *fact* that it's the battle ground between the guardians (Fire,Water,Earth,Air and Chronos, the good guys) and the demon and cronies that was locked into the school when it was first built but then released when construction began ( bad guys). That's the way the story is going to be. I'd like help remembering stuff that was even remotly weird(i.e. fire drill during lunch) so I can twist it around and put it in my story (ex. Fire got too close to a smoke detector when batteling a vicious demon in the form of a substitute teacher). This story will be in progress till construction is over, but I will probably put chapters up from time to time. Please give me some feed back, but if you think it's totally trash, keep it to yourself or I'll write you your very own death scene. ^^ Have a lovely day:)
Anyway... Hiya!
I am currently working on a fiction/some non-fiction story that is set in NHHS. W/ all the construction going on, we have weird and stupid easily explainable stuff going on. But what if that stuff was actually due to the *fact* that it's the battle ground between the guardians (Fire,Water,Earth,Air and Chronos, the good guys) and the demon and cronies that was locked into the school when it was first built but then released when construction began ( bad guys). That's the way the story is going to be. I'd like help remembering stuff that was even remotly weird(i.e. fire drill during lunch) so I can twist it around and put it in my story (ex. Fire got too close to a smoke detector when batteling a vicious demon in the form of a substitute teacher). This story will be in progress till construction is over, but I will probably put chapters up from time to time. Please give me some feed back, but if you think it's totally trash, keep it to yourself or I'll write you your very own death scene. ^^ Have a lovely day:)
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