Too long.

Hello errone its been a while since i have posted anything... or written anything at all for that matter... so heres a wittle poem:3 enjoy, here goes nothing.

There is a place, much farther than this.
No pride, no glory, least of all, no selfishness.

A myth, a Legend, said to not exist.
But pursuing these tales i cannot resist.

I run, i jump, i crawl on this path.
Following something i clearly, cant have.

it hurts, it scars, it kills inside.
impossible to finish so why even try?

Well listen up to this story of a grave dangerous place.
Farther from here which i saw with my face.

and then it repeats itself:P haha i actually just came up with this, i hope to start writing more and longer so let me know what you think, yadda yadda yadda blah blah blah...

Scheist!

It doust appear that European computers are stupid. So my facebook and emails are locked. Now, I am sitting in a hotel in Munich. I'll be visiting Dachau tomorrow. Italia really does have the best pizza, Switzerland is reallz expensive (I just had a 15 dollar cheeseburger at Mickie D's, and, as always, I can't wait untill Paris.
I miss you all,
--kristin

the poem i wrote for parkhurst (ode to timonthy dalstrom)

Timonthy I adore thee
For without you im lost
my heart melts within me
my love has no cost

i still cherish the day
that we first met
the clouds were dark and grey
it looked like soon, it would be wet

when i saw your face
the sun did arise
i lived my life in a lie
my true feelings i did hide

still to this day
i watch you from afare
as i sit in my front seat
stalking you in my car

Passion Swings Both Ways

I gave you my word, then I gave you my hand.

But you were too busy with track and band.

You promised we would have another date.

Before it happened you shut me out like a gate.

You wanted to be with me; you said you missed me.

Soon enough you were avoiding me like a bee.

You said I meant something; you said I was special.

But you threw me away and left me feeling mental.

In the end everything was a lie; nothing really mattered.

You were my everything but you left me shattered.

You don’t care you left me crying.

So don’t be angry if I leave you dieing.

Quiet pools of sunlight on dew latent ground mid afternoon,
when there is a slight chance of precipitation and clouds are expected
when gentle breezes turn the tide to fall in crescent moons
when food is plenty for children holding silver spoons.

Somewhere across the vast and vanishing world,
past the roaring babble and meaningless chatter
and far off looks and abandoned ideas,
curiosity.
But it lies at the window
while all eyes are on the door.

Big Brother

*So I used the prompt I made to try to come up with a scary story. I think it came out pretty good but half way through I forgot to use scissors in the story. I threw them in and finished up my story so here it is. Enjoy.*

It was a pitch-black night. Not a single star could be seen and not a cloud for miles. The moon shone with a blood-red glow. It didn’t help the couple with the fact that the guy’s idea of a shortcut was through a dead forest. They walked along a mossy, cobblestone path. It was old with many chunks of the path missing and stained with an endless history. The only thing that helped make this path bearable was the fact that the lamps along it still worked; just barely though. Their lights were dim and just managed to bright up the path for a few feet. The couple shuffled as quickly as they could from lamp to lamp, doing their best to avoid the darkness and shadows looming over them. Their over-active imagination made them think the trees were creeping over them extending their branches to grab them. It didn’t help with the fact that they had just left a party and had decided on taking a few shots before departing. The truth, however, was that they had nothing to fear from the trees or the darkness, but instead on what hid behind it all.

“Blake, I thought you said this was a shortcut? We’ve been going through this shortcut forever.”

“Relax, babe. I’ve gone through this path a dozen times.”

As the young couple continued to walk footsteps could be heard. It sounded as though the footsteps were coming from behind them. They sounded light but they could be heard loud and clear. The couple looked over each other’s shoulder and looked. They saw nothing and continued to walk. A few seconds later the footsteps could be heard again.

“Don’t look back!”

“Why!? Do you know what it is?”

“Just keep on walking and don’t look back!” In a whisper he said, “Damn, it’s that day already.”

“Blake, I’m scared.”

He stopped and held on to her hand and looked into her eyes. “Don’t worry Cindy. Nothing is going to happen to you.”

She smiled at his eyes, but then she noticed something was wrong. His smile was awkward and his eyes showed fear. She knew something was wrong. The giggling of a child could be heard from behind her and her smile faded. She turned and saw nothing but the darkness of the forest of dead trees. Her eyes were full of fear and her heart simply continued to pulse telling her to get the hell out.

“Blake, did you hear that!? Blake!?”

She turned around and Blake grabbed her by the wrist pulling her further down the path.

“We have to get the hell out of here!!”

“You know what’s going on!! What is it!?!”

He kept on going along the path pulling Cindy with him. There was determination in his eyes to leave this forest as soon as possible. He ignored the alcohol in his system and kept driving himself forward. He didn’t want to stay for what was hiding for him. Up ahead there was a tunnel dug through a hill. It was pitch black in there and the only thing showing an exit was the dim lamp at the end. On their way to the entrance of the tunnel all they could hear was the giggling of the mystery child. The lamps would flicker furiously as if some force was flipping a switch. Once they got the entrance of the dark tunnel Cindy came to a complete stop and resisted Blake.

“We have to go through this tunnel to leave!”

“Can’t we just go back?”

“Cindy, once we’re through this tunnel we’re pretty much out of here.”

The giggling could be heard coming from the forest again along with the howl of the winds which were now picking up.

“It’s dark in there; we won’t see a thing.”

Suddenly the wind stopped and the nearest lamp shut off leaving the only light to be that of the red moon.

“Now it’s dark out here. Hold my hand and just keep up. I won’t leave you behind. Trust me.”

She reluctantly held on to his hand and entered the tunnel. They walked as fast as they could. All they heard were the echoes of their shoes hitting the ground. Suddenly the footsteps could be heard again. They came from everywhere. Then the giggling came back too.

“Just keep on going! Ignore it all!”

They were only meters away from the light of the lamp until it went out.

“Don’t stop! Keep up!”

The couple continued walking until the light came back on. They stopped and they were outside the tunnel. The couple looked at each other with relief in their eyes. They were short of breath and their hearts were beating rapidly. Suddenly, they heard the giggling again, this time in front of them. They slowly turned toward the noise. Standing right there, in the light of the lamp, stood a small child who looked no older than five years old. He was dressed in a black, ripped, and dirty tuxedo. His skin was pale white, his hair was a dirty black, and his eyes were as red as the moon. The boy just stood there giggling to himself and holding a pair of scissors that were soaked in blood.

“It’s my birthday today. Are you here to play?”

“Blake, who is that?”

“It’s my older brother, John.”

A Poem

Yes, this is a poem

I bet you’re pretty surprised

It doesn’t really have any purpose

This doesn’t paint any beautiful pictures either

It’s actually kind of boring… and you’re reading it

I apologize

It doesn’t have any humor in it

This poem is going nowhere

Honestly, it will probably continue on like this

No rhyming scheme

No topic

Nothing to address

There isn’t any intricate vocabulary that will impress you

This poem doesn’t contain anything like:

“And so the towering mountains rose over the majestic valley of Babylon”

or

“The glory of the River Rhine cast a shadow of darkness across Man’s heart”

You can stop any time

I’m pretty sure Ms. Mouw will not notice if you put down some generic comment

This was pretty much written because I wanted to try something new

That’s the background

Obviously it isn’t working out so well

Perhaps this would be a good time to stop

Then again one or two more lines wouldn’t

The requirement for this week was two pages

So I’ll keep adding on

Make it longer than it really is

And it would be pointless to stop midway

Gotta save those trees and whatnot

… Soooo, you’re still reading

“A” for effort I guess

Congrats! You have more commitment than I thought

Still not much going on though

Yes, this is a poor attempt to stall in case you haven’t noticed yet

I guess it’s better than some of the other stuff that’s out there

Should try to get this published, make millions

This is where it ends

Sorry

Filled up most the page

I fell accomplished

And you should to

You read it

But you were warned

Just sayin’

THE END

Kristin

          The will to prevent a younger brother from having any kind of luck was a powerful force: one that had it's grimy little hands wrapped around Fredericks throat from they day he heard young Ben's bornig cry. And it had a death grip on Frederick's little spiderman nighties with it's sharp tallons. Like some psychopathic form of schadenfruede; Frederick would rather die than see Ben happy, sucessful, and independent. Frederick would not admit it, but the cause of his irrationality was, in fact, jealousy. It consumed him.
       When Ben was just the size of a bread loaf Frederick crept into the nursury and found Ben happily playing with the zoo themed mobile above his crib. Within a few minutes Frederick switched a few lions and elephants out for some broken glass and barb wire before slinking away into the night. It would not do Frederick justice to say that he wanted Ben dead, but just that he wished he wasn't there, or at least that he would be a true and utter failure to his brother's amusement.
       Near his first birthday, Ben's first word was "bitch" thanks to Frederick. Doctors found twelve lego pieces up his nose thanks to Frederick. At three he could smoke cigars thanks to Frederick. And when he first learned to ride a bike he broke his collar bone thanks to Frederick. But however hard dear Freddie tried to be rid of his younger brother he never quite succeeded. In an attempt to leave Ben at a convenience store Frederick was conned into buying window washing fluid and forgot about the whole thing. Freddie was very forgetful. In fact, when he tried to broil Ben like a thanksgiving ham he forgot to turn the oven on and when his parents came home he had to make up an interesting story about a game of hide and seek.
         Over the years Ben matured and the homacide attempts grew more and more intracate until one day. The family was gathered around the Thanksgiving table, enjoy eachother's company and myrth when Ben held up a piece of the turkey. "This," he said, "is the wishbone. It is the most philosophical bit of the turkey, determining triumph and defeat. Won't you share it with me Frederick?"
        So both of them grasped a root of the wish bone and stared into the other's unwavering eyes. But before either could count to three and break the bone which would shape destiny, turn fate, and judge the luck and mortality for each...

Zombies in the Parking Lot

*This story I wrote for the creative writing assignments in Composition II. I liked the final outcome a lot so now I am sharing it with the Guild and others who find it. Go ahead and give any feedback on the writing and if there are people who want me to continue on this writing I'll see what I can do. Enjoy!*

Lee has been in a security guard for Wal-Mart for the past five years ever since he got back from fighting in the middle-east. He saw horrible things there, things he never wanted to repeat. He found his new job relaxing; a gun was always by his side but he never had to shoot it. Not once did he ever want to. The worst he’s ever gotten up this point was a few of skateboarding hooligans who were tagging the back of the mega-chain store.

It was 3a.m. and Lee was on graveyard patrol. He loved the graveyard patrol because most people were sleeping and hardly anyone showed up to Wal-Mart. He got a report of a disturbance going on at a customer’s car, so he got off the computers and went to check out what was going. Leaving the security office he saw there were a few people walking around doing their nighttime shopping. He went through one of the two exits and started walking to his partner, Harvey. Harvey was a college kid just trying to get some easy cash to pay off his room and board.

“There’s like two guys over trying to break into someone’s car,” Harvey said to his approaching mentor.

“Well follow me newbie. We’ll see what’s going on and get it fixed before we have to call the police,” grumbled Lee. He hated it when he actually had to get involved in anything. He wished he could just do nothing. The two approached the car and heard moaning and grunting along with thumping. Lee took out a light and shone it on the two. “Hey what are you two doing?” he asked.

The two men turned around to reveal rotting flesh for faces and eyes without a pupil. Their teeth were gnarled with black goo oozing out. One of them opened his mouth and gave a low moan.

“Holy crap, what the hell is that!” screamed Harvey. He pulled out his baton, ready to swing but too afraid to.

Lee pulled out his pistol and aimed it at the closest zombie. “Don’t move or I’ll shoot,” he said.

The zombies continued to approach and Lee shot one in the knee. The zombie continued to move despite the shattered kneecap. Harvey swung at the second zombie who fell back. The swing would’ve been hard enough to knock a man unconscious, but that zombie just got up ready for more.

“Lee, what do we do now?” asked Harvey.

“Kid, cover your eyes, this is going to get bloody,” Lee replied. He did what he thought he would never have to do again. He aimed the gun straight in between the eyes and popped off a round. The back of the zombie’s head burst and it fell back. It never got back up. The second zombie shuffled closer, but Lee had enough time to aim another shot and pop off another round. That zombie also fell over and never came back up.

“Was that necessary old man!” shouted Harvey, who was going through shock.

“You let me worry about that. Head to that car and make sure whoever was in it is safe now,” commanded Lee. “I’m going to check these things for ID.”

“Fine, just don’t let those things come near me,” grumbled Harvey. He jogged up to the car and looked inside. There was a woman in there, probably in her early twenties. He also saw blood; on the window and on her arm. He opened up the door and looked inside. “Hey, miss. You okay? You’re not injured are you?”

The wounded lady fell onto the ground and tried clutching at his pant legs. She got herself up and took a long look at Harvey.

“Hey, Lee, this lady’s injured! We’re going to need the first aid!” he started to shout but then the lady took a bite at his neck and ripped a piece of flesh out. He screamed in pain and pushed her back. He pulled out his own pistol and fired off several rounds into the lady’s reanimated corpse. He shot off every round his magazine had but she still got to her knees and took a bite at his ankle. Lee rushed over and kicked her away from Harvey. He aimed his gun and shot her in the head.

“Harvey, you okay!?” he shouted back as he kept an eye on the lady. “Whatever these things are they only die by headshots.” He looked and he saw Harvey struggling to stay alive. He went to the kid and saw his eyes begin to change. Lee found himself shocked, but it quickly passed when he knew what to do. He got up and shot a round into Harvey’s head. He closed this eyes and turned back to Wal-Mart. Only now did he realize that there was chaos going on in the store.

“Well, looks like this is only the beginning,” he said to himself as three zombies from different angles slowly close in on him.

isn't one yet

I wrote this story awhile ago for the writer's club. As of now it's the only thing i got. Hope y'all enjoy, until i can get some more stuff up

She opened the door to her bedroom, revealing me in nothing but a t-shirt and a pair of socks. As soon as she looked at me I knew I should probably put some pants on. She laughed and all the blood rushed to my face. My face got hot and my stomach sunk.

“This was not where this was going,” she said.

“But, with the kissing and the…” She interrupted me and put her finger to my lips. She was still laughing, looking first at my face, then at my pasty white legs.

She put her mouth right next to my ear and whispered in the sexiest way, “Maybe you should put your clothes on before my parents get home.”

“That’s a good idea.” I whispered back to her. I fumbled around for my discarded blue jeans I threw somewhere on the floor. I got down on my knees to rifle through the laundry on the floor. Then we heard a door slam.

We both looked at the door. I turned away and started digging faster. “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit,” were the only words running through my mind. Her voice became a hiss, “You need to get out of here!”

“You don’t think I know that?” I yell-whispered back.

“I’m home!” shouted the voice. It was getting closer to us. I kept digging. I heard footsteps getting closer to the bedroom door.

“Baby, where are you?”

Just as the door handle started to turn I felt the zipper of my pants underneath the bed. She ran to the door and slid against it, slamming the opening door shut.

“Just a second, I’m changing,” she said to the man on the other side of the wall. She waved her hand, telling me to get out. I grabbed my pants, opened the bedroom window, and dove out into the knee-high snow… right in front the neighbor children outside.

Vicious Cycle

I'm stuck... on this bump in the road.
and i begin to think.... endlessly.
i cant stop. why life? why humans?
where does it all end? why did it even begin?
i don't think my thoughts are smart enough to be heard.
but i can't cage them, they'd explode inside.
and then catch an infection.. which isn't good.
so how did i end up here? maybe i didn't.
but who am i to say anything?
i have no powers, i have no powers.
im not a great being, im not god.
i lose focus so easily its not even funny... and this is horrible.
i want to touch a whale...
but i'd be scared... because they're so big...
what if it ate me? nah, i'd get in my car and drive off full speed.
but theres no point in that. i mean ill eventually run out of gas.
why is it so expensive? it makes me feel poor...
and even if i was, i'd hate for it to be rubbed in my face constantly.
i would make an awesome homeless person.
i think... well maybe... if i could survive...
okay... so this is my first post...
and i think im getting writers block....
its kinda like... that feeling...
I'm stuck... on this bump in the road.

One of my stories from Writer's Club (last week)...

"Tell me a story."
"Child, I'm too tired."
"Tell me a story!"
"Child, I have nothing to say."
"Please, please tell me a story."
"The birds and the bees, child, the birds and the bees."
"What about them?"
"They are a marvelous thing. They both fly through the air; free as can be."
Then his grandmother descended into the stiff mattress, sheets and pillow as she passed to the other side...of the wall. Where the secret meeting of prankster grandparents awaited. Forever loving the pranks and jokes they play on their unsuspecting devil-grandchildren that need to be taught a lesson because their spoiled ways were slowly corrupting the pirkle-lighted diminishing world.
The world of no creativity and unsurpassed frenemies of the disruptive political scandalous leaders wherein death happens all too often.
The prankster grandparents sat back and enjoyed the view...

Updated "Tales of the Writers' Guild"

Just to show you guys a bit of what I did with the story I wrote during this week's meeting. I edited and expanded the story I wrote and I want to turn it into a novel. Any constructive criticism will be appreciated! :D

Bloom 5

5 years A.M. (After Merger)

Mid-Day

The Writers’ Guild is strolling along the majestic forest of Storm Creek. The trees are a bright green as the sun hits the leaves, still wet from the morning air. Happy little squirrels jump from tree to tree, birds chirp up a nice little tune, and a wolf mother tends to her pups. The guild could never ask for a better day to stroll along Storm Creek.

They are being led by the intelligent and ever cunning Mistress Mouw. Their quest is to spread the word of their newly formed guild. They have been traveling for three days now and the majestic forest is the last obstacle standing between them and their destination. Suddenly darkness engulfs the guild and they are separated from Mistress Mouw. The guild stops in their tracks shouting for their guild leader, but there is no reply. Suddenly the ground beneath caves in and the heroes are trapped in a system of caves.

The heroes begin to get up from the dust. Some of them pull out their weapons expecting an attack. A few minutes go by, the dust begins to settle, and the heroes notice there is no one ready to attack. They begin to put away their weapons and form a quick camp so that they can decide what to do next. JC the Ever-Vigilant scans the area for any trouble that may be afoot, ever vigilant. Juan the Heartless goes to the makeshift camp and approaches Javier the Clumsy.

“Javier, did you bring the rations necessary to survive a situation like this?” Juan asked Javier.

“Oh,” replies Javier, “Was that my job? I thought it was Maddi’s.”

Maddi the Merciless becomes outraged and attacks Javier. He, despite his large stature, could not defend himself against the tiny, ferocious girl. JC rushes to separate the two with all his might.

“Now is not the time to fight, children!” he shouts at the two.

“Ow, she bit me!” screamed Javier, as Maddi bit off a piece of Javier’s arm. His face was filled with shock and pain as he clutched at his slowly bleeding arm.

“Yummy!” cheered Maddi with a grin on her face, as a tiny trickle of blood flows down her lips and her eyes sparkle with delight.

“I wouldn’t eat that. You don’t know where he’s been,” said Stacey the Wise as she sharpened her arrows, sitting on a rock near the fire.

“I don’t knooooow, he sure looks delicious,” countered Bryan the Fearless with a sinister grin on his face.

“I agree,” groaned Alanna the Undead as she put her eyeball back in place.

Javier began to sweat and panic in this cold, dark, and damp cave. The heroes began to eye him up and down like a steak. His back reached to a wall and he knew his time was coming to an end. Only the beginning of his adventure and his time has come. He began to think and try to come up with a way to get himself out of this situation.

“Hey now guys, whatever happened to all the good times we shared? Isn’t that worth something?” he said in a frightened and shaky voice.

The heroes began to think back on all those times. Suddenly Juan countered back, “What good times?” and the heroes realize there aren’t that many memories formed at this time. They begin to close in on Javier until Matt the Clever cuts in.

“Guys, this is ridiculous. This is Javier, our fellow guild member. We can’t just eat him!” he said. “Nah I don’t care do whatever you want.”

An hour has passed by and the heroes have had their fill. None of them were actually hungry; they just wanted to eat Javier. The problem at hand now was to escape this system of tunnels. There are different ways to go which branch off into more and more caves. The heroes clean up from their dinner and pack up what little provisions they had or made from their resources. Some of them pick up some torches to help light the way. There is only one problem left about this situation.

“Who will lead us? Without a leader we are confused and out of control! We already ate Javier!” panicked Erika the Relentless.

The remaining men volunteered for leader. Juan, Bryan, JC, and Matt stand up, all eager to lead this tiny guild to freedom in exchange for a bit of fame.

“I shall lead us out of these caves!” said Bryan with fire in his eyes and determination in his voice.

“Ha!” scoffed Juan, “You can’t even get to the bathroom by yourself! I will lead us out of here.”

“I think it’d be a wiser decision if we followed my lead,” replied JC, putting reason into his words.

“Nah I think I can do this, guys,” said Matt, putting a bit of charm into his own words.

The rest of the heroes formed a small circle where the men stepped into. They all seemed equally challenged and they all seemed capable of leading the guild to freedom, but due to their stubbornness, only one would be allowed to do so. They began to draw their weapons and step into a fighting pose.

“This isn’t going to end very well,” Stacey said to herself as she pulled out her journal and began to write, not caring about who would win this fight.

Out of the blue Maddi steps up to get in on the action. “I challenge all of you at once!” she screamed in pure ambition. All of the other men just stared. They were surprised, speechless, and a bit shocked. Everyone was still for a while, until Erika broke the silence.

“Oh no, this isn’t going to end well. We’re not going to get anywhere now,” she said with a bit of depression.

“Forget this I’m out. I don’t want to fight a girl,” Matt said, and he went to go sit in the circle.

“I don’t’ care, it’s your funeral Maddi!” shouted Juan. He charged at Maddi with his axe at hand and a lust for blood in his eyes. He got just a few feet in front of her before she jumped straight in the air and drop kicked him in the chest. He flew towards Bryan and they both were knocked unconscious after hitting the rocky walls of the cave. JC turned to see the two fly off and then he turned back to Maddi. He just stared and dropped his sword, forfeiting the fight.

“Yay! I win! I’m leader!” cheered Maddi as she hopped up and down clapping her hands together and a huge grin on her face.

“I think that’s the smarter choice,” Stacey said as she closed her journal and got ready to journey through the caves.

Writer's Block

Since we're supposed to actually use this blog (don't ask me why!), I was wondering how everyone deals with writer's block. Do you kill someone off? Or do you add some awkward humor that really makes no sense? I guess it depends on what creative piece you're writing, but I get stuck and I can never think of what to do next. I go on websites to find prompts, and it sometimes does/doesn't help, or I'll go to a random page in the dictionary and choose a random word and try to incorporate it into the story.

One writer's prompt website that I frequently use is:
http://www.creativewritingprompts.com/

How to Start a Novel??

Okay, so since we have this whole little Guild set up, I've been wanting to ask everyone for some advice on how to start a novel. I have no idea how to set up margins, what font to use, what size, and all that. If anyone knows how to set up Word in the best way I would really appreciate it. I know it varies a lot depending on books, but any help will be appreciated.

Hear ye! Hear ye!

     A proclamation to the expressive, to the drab, to the wise, to the foolish, to the tall, to the short, to the creative, to the cliche`! This is a call for the release of souls! This is a summons for the freedom of all minds, sane, on the edge, or already lost!

     Do not give in to the pressures of our broken society! Do not let go of your fantasies! Do not destroy your kingdoms or break down your castles! Do not let the media seep into your mind and eat away your imagination! Instead, take what you have been attacked with for years and mold your own reality! There are no mistakes in our lands of fancy!

     We are creator.

     We are destroyer.

We are the Writer's Guild!