Results may vary (blogophilia week 32)
Current mood: awake
Category: Writing and Poetry
Stephanie sat huddled in the corner of the dark, cold room. A steady dripping sound, as if a faucet had not been fully turned off, floated from her left. How did she get here? For that matter, where was here?
The last she thing she recalled was stepping into the bathroom at the small, tavern on the outskirts of Aguanish, Quebec. She and her brother decided to take a trip to Canada instead of the Bahamas this spring break. The past couple years vacations had been boring. Several friends told her that Canada was an amazing place to visit in the spring. Funny, she thought to herself, I guess results may vary for each vacationer.
She wanted to go to Montreal but her brother insisted that Aguanish would be more fun. He loved smaller towns. Somehow, big cities seemed to scare him. If she ever saw him again, she was going to kill him for dragging her up here.
A small scurrying sound near her left foot startled her. She barely kept from moving or crying out though. When she first awoke, she had instinctively tried to get up. The shackles attached to her wrists and ankles bit horribly into her skin then. Whoever had taken her obviously didn't want her to escape.
Carefully Stephanie tried to concentrate on her surroundings. The wall she was leaning on felt like what she imagined a castle's walls would feel. She could feel several large stones digging into her back. Maybe that would help. She should be able to pull the shackles out if the wall was old enough. Her captive did not know that she was an up and coming MMA fighter. Being 5'6" and 110 lbs., her appearance was deceiving.
Slowly she felt along the floor. It seemed to be hard packed dirt. Did this mean she was in an unfinished basement? Maybe it was some old dwelling. Either way, the walls should be weak.
Steeling herself for the effort, she whispered to herself, come on girl, Keep your chin up. You can get yourself out of this. Just as she was about to attempt to pull the chains out, a chuckle arose from the darkness.
"Don't even think about it, hey. The wall you are leaning on is weak. However, those chains are attached to the wall behind it. The real wall, which is made of steel and sound proofed. You are never getting out of here, my pretty American bride."
A sob broke through Stephanie's chapped lips. She wasn't alone. How long had the bastard been watching her? How did he know what she was going to try? It was too dark for anyone to see in the room. Even as she was thinking these questions, that wasn't the one that she yelled at her unseen captor.
"What the hell do you mean by 'bride'? You obviously don't know Jack if you think any woman would marry a guy who kidnapped them!"
"Silly girl. You do not have a choice in the matter. Tonight we will hold the ceremony. You and I will be married under the ancient rites of Clacatu. Once married, I will sacrifice you to him. Your blood will satisfy his cravings and save the town for another hundred years."
Stephanie stared towards the area of the room from where the voice came. What the hell was this guy saying? Who in the world is Clacatu? She wondered where her brother, Stephen was. Something horrible must have happened to him too. Otherwise, he would have already mounted a search for her. He would have forced the CMP to break out the bloodhounds. He would never stop until he found her.
As these thoughts raced through her mind, she began to think of some way out of this mess. She wished they had gone to Cancun. She would definitely rather have boring than this.
She felt a hand slowly lift her chin up. Suddenly a single florescent light bulb flickered to life above her head. She was now looking into the eyes of a lunatic. They were startlingly blue. She knew where she saw those eyes before….
This is for blogophilia week 32. Check it out and join. It is a wonderful group of writers and bloggers.
Week 32 Topic: Results may vary... bonus points (hard, 2 points): Incorporate a trip to Canada. (easy, 1 point): Include a Blood Hound.
The time has come once again for magic to fill the air eight teams left standing playoff baseball is now here
Each game looms larger searching for the elusive prize a World Series championship sparkles within their eyes
A sign of Angels emblazoned upon the façade regular season champ vs. defending world champ both teams' fates depicted within the cards
Red Sox forge out to an early lead yet winning won't be that easy Angels battle back to tie the game Sox fans begin to feel queasy
Then in the ninth a new hero is due as moonlight dances across the sky trailing a two run homer by JD Drew
Papplebon slams the door shut and the teams fly to Boston with Beckett the ace in the hole might be the Angel's season is done
My collaborators
Lady Cheryl Death and Michelle K
Velvet Skies by the falcon a Cheryl's Pal Collab
Moonlight dances across the velvet sky leading us through the door to the unknown what fate will bring to us, both you and I only time will tell if true love is sown
Holding your hand breathing in your scent softly whispering sweet nothings in your ear
Hoping this night could last eternally I pull your body closer to my own your heartbeat matches my own as we kiss moonlight dances across the velvet sky
Thanks to my pals Lady Cheryl Death, Insatiable Jewel, and Stormy
I wrote these both for the CPCCC. Feel free to check it out. :D
You knew it would be here. Centerfield by John Fogerty
Out of the fire (poetic challenge)
Current mood: awake
Category: Writing and Poetry
Out of the fire
Throughout the years I only sought your approval yet always brought to tears from you constant words of ridicule
You were my idol, my hero for you I did my best still, in your eyes I was zero worthless, I never passed your test
Studying hard in school aiming for the perfect grade you called me an idiot to me, vicious remarks you paid
Every time I failed to meet your expectations I felt myself sinking deeper into the ground buried beneath layers of vocal devastation alone at night, my tears fell without a sound
For you I walked through fire strived harder day after day with one simple, pure desire to hear you give a word of praise
Finally after all these years I burst free from my hidden tomb free at last from all my tears like a newborn, emerging from the womb
All the times I strode through the flames my heart and determination you didn't see look now at who I became see now, the beautiful wonder of me
ã October 3rd, 2008 CRF
This was written for "Pele Rising" stop abuse challenge. So many forms of abuse happen every day. I think it is important that we show the abused we care and that they aren't alone.
Metal Church ~ In Harm's Way
Currently
listening
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Human Factor
By
Metal Church
Release date: 2008-07-29
A most historic moment (blogophilia week 31)
Current mood: awake
Category: Writing and Poetry
A most historic moment
Good morning America. You are awakening to a moment of monumental proportions. Yesterday, millions of Americans went to the voting booths to cast their votes for the next President of the United States. When the day began, no one expected these results.
Now, twenty four hours later, we have a first in election history. Every state had their votes end in a four way numerical tie. That's right! Every state equally chose four different candidates for president. The most unique aspect is that one of the four wasn't even on any of the ballots.
So, today we sit here in confusion as not a single electoral vote was garnered by any of the candidates. Instead, John McCain, Barack Obama, Ralph Nader, and a surprising Paris Hilton sit awaiting the recounts that will occur in all fifty states.
Right now, millions of Americans are either burying their heads in the sand like an ostrich, holding prayer circles for a miracle to happen, Or just plain running to the hills. How could this complete mess occur in such a long standing democratic Republic?
Some experts are claiming massive voter fraud has occurred throughout the United States. As I speak to you now, federal agents are collecting evidence, tightly wrapped in saran wrap. If any fraud has occurred, they will uncover the truth. At least that is what the government is telling us.
One thing I can tell you is that if none of the candidates garners a majority of the electoral college votes, then the next President of the United States will be elected by the House of Representatives. That will be the moment of truth.
In other news, Britney Spears is irate over the sudden popularity of Miss Paris Hilton. She claims that all of Paris' ideas are actually her own. We'll have more on this developing story after these messages…
This was my entry for blogophilia. Feel free to join in or just check out the other blogs.
Week 31 Topic: That was the moment of truth... bonus points (hard, 2 points): Incorporate wrapping something in plastic wrap. (easy, 1 point): Use an outdated greeting.
Lasting Impression (a poetry pic challenge)
Current mood: accomplished
Category: Writing and Poetry
I was inspired by the third picture posted on Poetry Space's Monday Picture Challenge. There are many really interesting pictures on there. Check them out if you would like to join in. Also, check out the other incredible poems.
Lasting impression
Wistfully she stares out upon the only home she has ever known Mother Earth in the final death throes which mankind has brought down upon her
In their foolishness they warred amongst each other constantly devising new and more destructive weapons, with which to annihilate each other until just a remnant was left
A remnant of humanity of which she belonged fleeing to the stars in search of a new home a home still full of beauty a home that could still sustain life… a home
So she sails in this intergalactic liner mourning the past hoping for the future praying… that man has learned the folly of his warlike ways and can finally live in peaceful harmony
ã September 28, 2008 CRF
Europe ~ The Final Countdown
Currently
listening
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The Final Countdown
By
Europe
Release date: 2001-08-28
Train to insanity (blogophilia olympics song)
Current mood: awake
Category: Writing and Poetry
Train to insanity
I look around me every day wondering just how it got this way this land full of opportunity forgetting what its worth used to be
We used to care about each other our neighbors were like true blood brothers all that's left behind at the past station gave way to the me generation
Running down the tracks in this runaway freight train racing at the speed of thought destination land of the insane can we escape before it's too late no salvation, it's all in vain
Demanding for the good of all stood strong together, we could not fall now we don't care what anyone does it's their right, let them just because
Running down the tracks in this runaway freight train racing at the speed of thought destination land of the insane can we escape before it's too late no salvation, it's all in vain
Falling for the trappings of handouts give me more and more we scream and shout selling ourselves into servitude reliant on government for food
Running down the tracks in this runaway freight train racing at the speed of thought destination land of the insane can we escape before it's too late no salvation, it's all in vain
Back and forth, each other we fight arguing just who is wrong or right ignoring the true danger to all 'Death to America' is their call
Running down the tracks in this runaway freight train racing at the speed of thought destination land of the insane can we escape before it's too late no salvation, it's all in vain
Before it's too late we must unite stand beside each other to fight our country will regain its glory or disappear into history
Running down the tracks in this runaway freight train racing at the speed of thought destination land of the insane can we escape before it's too late no salvation, it's all in vain
ã
September 23, 2008 CRF
So I decided to write a song for the music category of the blogophilia olympics.
Currently
listening
:
United Abominations
By
Megadeth
Release date: 2007-05-15
Return to Komodo Island (blogophilia olympics)
Current mood: awake
Category: Writing and Poetry
Slowly I awoke to the piercing moonlight streaming in my face. Although I vividly remembered being struck from behind, the throbbing was in the front of my head. Suddenly I became aware of a figure walking towards me.
As he approached I was shocked. He didn't look like the ghost of a pirate captain. Actually he resembled Captain Stubbing more than anything.
"Hello. I'm Captain Ambrose. I saw your fire from the bridge of my liner. Knowing that this island was uninhabited, I figured I would check it out. You must have been stranded here after that freak storm several days back."
Looking past him, I realized what I thought was a skeletal pirate ship was actually a pretty impressive ocean liner. There must have been some sort of hallucinogenic properties in something I was eating on the island.
I was just about to say something when a small shape darted past me and seemed to take up a defending position. It was a capuchin monkey, holding what appeared to be a cane.
The captain chuckled. "It appears that your friend doesn't quite trust me. I'm not sure why. I have an idea. I'll give both you and your friend passage back to Komodo Island. That is the nearest inhabited island. From there you can go wherever you please."
"You won't try and take my treasure, will you?" I asked in a horse whisper.
"Treasure? You mean that old crate. That isn't a treasure. It looks like it used to hold bananas."
Looking closely, I realized what he was saying was true. I hadn't uncovered a buried treasure. I had found a lost shipment of Chiquita bananas. I could see the label clearly now.
"I really must have eaten something bad. It is funny what we see when we are all alone. Of course I would love to be taken to Komodo Island."
Truthfully, I wasn't sure how I would be received at the island. The last time I left there, I smuggled out a newborn Komodo dragon. I wasn't sure if they knew what I had done. Still, I couldn't look a gift horse in the mouth. There was also the monkey 'friend' I was going to be bringing with me. I was sure that I could get top dollar for such an intelligent creature.
I slowly gathered my few belongings, gestured to the monkey to follow, and headed off after the captain to his small landing craft. That would take us to the liner. After a small hesitation, the monkey decided to follow.
The trip out to Captain Ambrose's liner was a lot longer than I thought it would be. Several times I thought I caught a glimpse of my mermaid savior in the crystal clear water of the Indian Ocean. Every time I did she seemed to be filled with sorrow. I figured it was because I'd be heading back to civilization.
Finally we came along side the liner. A rope ladder was lowered down to us as the Captain secured the landing craft to the side of the liner. My monkey 'friend' hopped up on my shoulder as I began the long climb.
Just as I was climbing over the railing, I noticed the name of the ship painted on the side. Huh, I thought, that is a strange name for a ship. Its name was the Persephone.
This is my post for the Legends/History category of the blogophilia olympics. You know the drill by now. If you would like to join in or read the other blogs just click the link.
Persophone is the Greek Goddess of the Underworld.
I feel lucky (blogophilia celebrity blog)
Current mood: awake
Category: Writing and Poetry
Walking down the street, Billy had a slight bounce to his step. He just knew that it was going to be a perfect day at work. He worked as a bartender for the Ritz Hotel. His boss assigned him to work the red carpet event. This was a first. Usually he was assigned solely to the regular bar. Most of the clientele were poor tippers. Today would be different though.
The Island was premiering tonight. After the premier, the entire cast was going to be celebrating its release at the Ritz. Since he would be working the bar, he would definitely get to meet his current heartthrob, Scarlett Johansson. He just knew that after she would fall madly in love with him upon first sight. Yes, today was going to be a great day.
Lost in his fantasies, Billy continued walking down the sidewalk, oblivious to his surroundings. He came upon a work zone. They were cleaning the leaves out of the gutters of several brownstones. Unlike every other pedestrian, Billy proceeded to walk directly underneath several ladders.
Just as he emerged from beneath the last ladder, he almost tripped over a black cat as it came barreling past, followed closely by an obnoxiously loud Jack Russell terrier. Even that didn't foul his mood. He continued skipping, not noticing that he was stepping on every crack in the sidewalk, while softly singing "I feel lucky", a song made famous by Mary Chapin Carpenter.
Reaching the corner of 5th Ave. Billy stumbled again. He would have fallen into the middle of the street had it not been for the quick reflexes of the young businessman standing there. Thanking him for his help, Billy continued on his way, still upbeat.
Arriving at the Ritz, Billy heard the distinct 'who-who' of an owl. Looking up, he saw the Eastern Screech Owl that was the hotel's unofficial mascot. A guest of the hotel had one as a pet the year before. The guest happened to die while in residence and no one could be found to take possession of the owl. Strange, he thought, I don't usually see him out this early in the day.
Hurrying in to the hotel, Billy quickly grabbed a bite to eat. Since he was so excited for today, he didn't eat before leaving his house. He better have a quick breakfast before setting up for the party.
Later, as he was preparing the bar, Billy knocked over both the salt and pepper shakers. He set the knives he was carrying down so that he could quickly right the shakers. Upon doing this, he grabbed for the knives. He noticed they formed an x. He smiled, thinking 'x marks the spot where Scarlett will fall in love with me.
Finally, the moment came. The party was under way. Billy noticed Scarlett heading his way. Putting on his most debonair act, Billy sauntered over to her to ask her what she would like. With a twinkle in his eye, he quickly performed his Cocktail routine. Sadly, Scarlett was too engrossed in talking to her agent to notice.
Billy placed the drink in front of her and stepped back to watch her amazement at his bartending skills. Without looking down, Scarlett picked up the drink and took a sip.
Spitting it out practically in Billy's face, she screamed "Where the hell did you learn to bartend? I said I wanted a dry martini, shaken, not stirred. You did not get one thing right in this. Where is your manager? I will see you fired for this!!!"
Billy stared in horror, wondering what had gone wrong.
This is my post for the celebrity category at the blogophilia olympics. You know the drill by now. Check it out and perhaps join in. You have until Fri night to get in on the fun.
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