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Friday, June 24, 2011
Must Be a Reason Why....
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Tuesday, February 01, 2011
Monster Cupcake
There once was a cupcake, which was made with too much flour.
His insides became to gooey for anyone to ever devour.
He was banned from the bakery, after sitting on the shelf for only a single hour.
He yelled at the top of his lung, “I’ll be back, and then I’ll have all the power!”
But he decided to take a rest under the sun, and sadly his cherry turned sour.
So now he hides in a castle waiting for a hungry seagull to take him from his tower.
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Behind The Wall: Craziness i tell you!!!
Music That Inspires Me #2
What I Am Listening To Today:
Greenlight - Nick Dee Ft. Ducky
I Don't Believe You - P!nk
Falling - Florence + The Machine
Ass On The Floor - Dirty Money
Never Grow Up - Taylor Swift
Don't Let Me Get Me - P!nk
Melt The Snow - Shayne Ward
Rhyme and Reason - Dave Amtthews Band
Upgrade U - Beyonce
When I Look At You - Miley Cyrus
Greenlight - Nick Dee Ft. Ducky
I Don't Believe You - P!nk
Falling - Florence + The Machine
Ass On The Floor - Dirty Money
Never Grow Up - Taylor Swift
Don't Let Me Get Me - P!nk
Melt The Snow - Shayne Ward
Rhyme and Reason - Dave Amtthews Band
Upgrade U - Beyonce
When I Look At You - Miley Cyrus
Random Thought #3
The nightmare artist is what they use to call me before my true identity was discovered. I was the one that all the monsters under your bed were afraid of, they always ran when my eyes started to glow in the dark. No smile was ever to be found on my face, if you could see it that is.
Friday, January 14, 2011
Second College Essay: The Troubled Time That Turned Into The Diamond
How many people can say they attended a college for 24 hours? How many people can say 24 hours changed their life? I can attest to both.
Within the first hour of being unpacked on the campus of LIU I was lost Not knowing who I could call to talk to or who would honestly care enough to listen to what I had to say, I just sat and looked around.
I found two people I met at orientation, but I still felt alone. As we went to the “ice cream social” and gatherings that night I felt myself drifting off further into darkness. I couldn’t feel happiness that night. I finally called it quits around 10pm and I walked back to my dorm all by myself in the dark. I took the nature trail and made my way back to the cell of a room.
Once I got there, my roommate was not in the room and there was no sign of him. He was a young man that came all the way from China and spoke little English. Very reserved and he only had two suitcases with him. I stood in the doorway looking in, his side bare and clean, my side overflowing with memories from back home.
I changed into some sweatpants and sat on my bed for a while and the clock slowly ticked by. Finally around 11:30 PM I walked up two flights of stairs to a friend’s room. Her room was filled with laughter and 6 new faces. She invited me to a party, but I turned it down. I am not a party person and wanted to get organized and settled in. However that was the last thing that happened.
It turns out the party Kiara went to was not the only one that night. In the room next to my bed there must have been at least 12 people crammed in. It was now 2 AM and I was trying to sleep. As soon as I closed my eyes I heard pounding on the walls and guys shouting “LET’S PLAY WAKE THE NEIGHBORS!” This lasted until around 4 A.M. when they finally crashed and the entire dorm feel silent.
At this point I had been awake for at least 24 hours and I found myself in a scary atmosphere where I could literally hear myself having a conversation with my conscious. I was weighing the positives and negatives of the school. On one hand it would be a great school academically and I’m sure with time I would make many friends, but how will I be successful if I can’t be comfortable in my own room? I couldn’t think and I couldn’t even find myself.
Around 5:30 AM (after about 20 minutes of sleep) I decided to take a shower. I stood outside and eased my way in. I could not handle it anymore … I started to breathe heavy.
I dried off quickly and sat down on a bench. I sent a text message to my mother and asked her if she would come see me since she was still on the island. Within 2 minutes my father was calling me. When I heard his voice I started to cry. A chain reaction and I could not stop it from happening. He finally said the one thing that would calm me down, “Do you remember what I said to you when you had this same reaction in Spain? I had to deal with this all the time in the Navy, the difference is that you have somewhere to go home to whereas I didn’t, you can make whatever decision you want and I will support you.”
I was so emotionally stressed out, I couldn’t breathe. I dropped the phone. I couldn’t stand it anymore. When the words returned to me, I told him everything. From the jail cell dorm room to the frozen meals in the café to the puddle of vomit outside my dorm room from a drunken college party, I was totally out of place and I wanted to come home.
He urged me to stay for a few days, but our conversation was interrupted when someone walked into the bathroom. “I’ll call you back Dad. Soon after, I got a text from my mother and she told me to come out to the parking lot. She made it to me faster than I thought possible.
That is where I sat and started to think everything over. When she asked me what had happened I told her every detail and it pains me to even think of it now. Fortunately, the tears falling from my eyes are turning into my passage of the future. Without this struggle I would not be back home where I am happy, working in my high school and changing the life of a young man who needs guidance. I am working in the field I want to have a career in and it makes me proud to go to work every morning with a smile on.
Do I ever think I made the wrong decision? Do I ever think about the “what if’s? Yes, when I am all alone, but I was told early last summer that I should not live my life with “What if’s” in mind, I should just live. I stand by my decision to leave Long Island University because it has made me stronger as well as exposing me to what I need to be prepared for. I know that the first few years of college I will live at home with my parents and commute, but eventually I will be ready to go out on my own. Everything happens for a reason, which is why I am confident my eventually will come.
My First College Essay: A trip that changed me
When prompted to write about an experience that has changed my life it was hard to think of a small incident that had a large impact. The first thoughts that came to mind were large events in my life that made me leave part of my soul in the hands of those who created the events. The time that was really powerful and truly made a difference in my mind and life was part of one of these large events. While traveling to Spain with my school we took a day trip to Morocco, and that is where my eyes opened for the first time, like a baby seeing the world the second it is born, I saw what it really meant to live, the sacrifices one must give to be alive, the joy one can get from a small gesture of generosity. The life that I lived before this trip was very materialistic and focused on the attention I would receive day by day. I was an American who only knew or cared about the environment around me, I never wanted to hear about how hard it was for another person or how I could help them.
While walking the streets of Morocco I felt the eyes on the natives striping the life from my bones, knowing that I was from America and that I was disgusted by what I was seeing, homeless sleeping on the streets, dirt roads, old decaying buildings. As my group went to enter a market, it was if I hit a wall, everything I thought before was replaced with the greatness of humanity. I gazed around to see the crowded, narrow streets twist and turn full of people selling items to those that needed them to survive. The items being sold were not like what we have here at home, there was fresh produce literally from a mile away, fish from the sea about ten minutes down the main road, and handmade clothes that were so beautiful to gaze upon. But while looking at the people I did not once see these beautiful clothes on a single person, the people of this city knew that they lived each day knowing they would make just enough to get by and support their families.
My mind was racing trying to figure out what I saw before me. When I started to realize what was occurring, I was thrown off track by a sight I never expected to come across me in a place like a dark narrow street of Morocco. Two young boys, I would say around the age of 7 were running down the street laughing and smiling, in the first ones hand was a string about 2 feet long and at the end was a block tied to it. As they circled around I found myself watching them and losing track of where I was. I looked up to see a man selling a fish, but he was not looking at the fish or the man he was selling it to, he was watching the boys as I was. His eyes glittered from the reflection of the ice buckets below. A white smile appeared as soon as his eyes met the young boys playing.
The man set the fish down and walked over to the boys and he reached into his apron pocket grabbing something for them. He pulled out a small box that contained a real toy from a vender down the road. It was wrapped, as if it was a present, he gave it to the boys and they opened it with eyes sparkled like diamonds. The paper gently ripped off the box was flung open and the boys each grabbed a stick. They started to play as if they were swords. The man stood up and patted them on the back and slowly walked back to the fish stand. The boys did not return after that, I was left wondering if that present was for the man son, or perhaps he knew the boys.
As the group continued down the street we passed more people, the further we went in the less people surrounded us. Doorways were covered with sheets and bars, and occasionally we would pass a person sitting in the doorways with a cup. I remember one that really made me look at it for a minute. An elderly woman sat with a cup in her hand, we could see that she was blind and she was alone, behind her was a large blue sheet pushed to one side of the doorway. As you looked past her you could see a very small room with only a chair and some food in a corner, she obviously lived alone and was in need of help. The cup in her hand was empty besides a singular coin in it. My group walked along without even noticing, I had stopped and thinking of what I just saw with the two boys and the man I grabbed the money I have and put it in her cup smiled even though she could not see me she shook her head as if she knew what had just happened.
Even further down the road we came upon a group of men who were to bring us to lunch, as we entered a large cold building we saw large tables that could fit our entire group. As lunch proceeded the tour guide of this trip translated for us, and the men that served us and knew English were sure to tell us how much money we would be spending and how much they encouraged tipping because they needed to feed their kids. Our tour guide had told us earlier that day that the men we were having lunch with had no children and were not married. They would try to get as much money as they could from us and that we should know when to stop. They tried to get money from us when there were people in their streets starving and in need of care.
After this day came to an end I found myself restless, sitting in my hotel room alone carefully watching the Mediterranean Sea, all I could think about was the two boys happy with just play sticks and the old woman so joyous because I helped her, this was over powered by the greed I saw in those me. I started to look at my own life and how I was just like those men, I just wanted more then I had, whatever I was given was not enough and I needed more. I grabbed my notebook that I brought along with me and before I knew it three hours had gone by and almost half of my book was filled with thoughts.
On my return home my parents could tell that I had changed, they did not hear me ask for something I did not need, I used what was given to me, and I felt the need to give. I became a citizen of the world in just twelve hours, in a place that I was only suppose to go on a day trip. The images that I mentioned here are burned into my brain and have been with me ever since that day. I now life my life with my head not held high with glory of my possessions but my slanted towards the ground looking at where I am and what is truly happening around me. I feel that I am not a better person because I experienced these events, but a changed American from living these events and transferring the essences of humanity to my home, you cannot break a person from their life in a matter of days but you can alter their perspective and show them what it truly means to be human.
HAHA my resume
107 Starr Hill Rd
Groton, CT, 06340
860-884-4074
Bryanwelch92@yahoo.com
Education
New London High School
490 Jefferson Ave, New London, CT 06320
Graduated 2010
Work Experience
LIFT Summer Camp (New London Public Schools), Summer 2009 and 2010
Position Held: Student Aid,
I was essentially a camp counselor, along with the other counselors we went on day trips to Block Island and the Hartford Science Center. We also did science experiments with the children (age 12) such as rocket building and a marine study. I was personally responsible for the medication bag, keeping an eye on all of the children, and creating a happy learning environment.
New London Public Schools, September 2010 – December 2010
I was a Special Education One on One Student Aide. I was assigned to one special needs child who need help in every class. The child I worked with was from another country and could speak English but wrote and read very poorly. I was responsible for not doing his work, but guiding him along. I helped him sound out words, figure out tricks to spelling and to be motivated.
Achievements
Awards
Team Player Award from Engineering Challenge CT
Department Awards: French, Art, Tech. Ed, Algebra II
Book Award from St. Michaels College for Community Service
New London High School Yearbook Award, Clipper Senior Award
The Connecticut Association of Schools, Leadership Award
New London High School Class Day Awards:
New London Senior Citizens’ Award
William F. Foye Scholarship Award
Minnie B. Stowe Award
NLHS Scholarship Fund Award
Joseph Raub Scholarship (New London Lions Club)
Activities
Volunteer Work:
Seacorp
NL Turn Pike, PO Box 365, Uncasville, CT, 06382
While at Seacorp (Summer 2004- Present) I worked on many project. I had planned and helped put together many agency parties, I researched and executed plans for garden renovations, most importantly I worked with the mentally disabled and learned to have patience.
Mystic Aquarium & Institute of Exploration
55 Coogan Blvd, Mystic, CT, 06355
860-572-5955
While at the aquarium (Summer 2006-October 2009) I volunteered over 400 hours. I worked in Sea School (a summer pre-school program) where I was a teacher’s aide; I helped create lesson plans, watched children and prepared the classroom before their arrival, as well as cleaning up after them. I also worked overnights where I taught classes (discovery tank, penguin’s class, tours, etc.) Throughout both of these jobs I learned how to communicate and relay information so that people could understand it.
Kitty Harbor
2263 Glasgo Rd, Jewett City, CT, 06351
860-376-9062
Kitty Harbor is a shelter for cats, while I was there (Sep 2010 – present) I helped clean and socialize with the cats. I volunteered my time to help these animals have a second chance at life. Most were abandoned, abused, or unwanted, this non-profit organization tries to find them all new homes where they will be loved and cared for.
Clubs
In high school I was involved with many clubs:
National Honor Society (President, Secretary)
Yearbook
Student Council (Co-President)
Student Body
Key Club
Skills
Proficient with computers (Word, Powerpoint, Excel, etc.)
Very organized and goal driven.
Listens and takes direction well.
Patient, adaptable, and flexible.
Honest, dependable, and loyal worker.
A Lonely Lion: Named Le Roi
This is the start of my childrens book:
There once was a lonely lion wandering through the dark deep jungle. His name was LeRoi and he was once going to be king of the African plains.
His Story goes back a few months. You see, he comes from a long line of royal blood. His father was king, and his father’s father, and so on.
When it became his time to have all of the power he refused to take it because he was not ready for it. He did not take his place on the throne and was banished to the forest.
On he went, on his journey to finding himself. There was no turning back and even if he wanted to he would not be allowed back into the plains.
You see, everyone expected LeRoi would just accept his title as leader, but he did not find himself to be ready for such an honor. He first needed to find himself.
He knew that he would eventually need to go back, but first he needed to figure out who he was first.
After sitting around for a few lazy days, he decided it was time to venture out and find some people to learn from. He would have to decide which animals had the right qualities for leadership, who he could trust, and who he could rely on.
Music That Inspires Me #1
These are the songs im listening to right now:
The Bird Song - Florence + The machine
Dear Mr. President - P!nk
Hold It Against Me - Britney Spears
H.A.M. - Kanye West & Jay-Z
Back To December - taylor Swift
Goodbye - Ke$ha (unreleased)
Alice - Avril Lavigne
Save Me - Nicki Minaj
Vicki Leeyx - M.I.A.
Everytime - Britney Spears
If I Die Young - The Band Perry
90210 - Wale
The Bird Song - Florence + The machine
Dear Mr. President - P!nk
Hold It Against Me - Britney Spears
H.A.M. - Kanye West & Jay-Z
Back To December - taylor Swift
Goodbye - Ke$ha (unreleased)
Alice - Avril Lavigne
Save Me - Nicki Minaj
Vicki Leeyx - M.I.A.
Everytime - Britney Spears
If I Die Young - The Band Perry
90210 - Wale
Early Draft #1: Behind The Wall, Chapter Two: The Corrupt or The Eaten
Along the east coast once stood a major city, high and mighty over the surrounding area. Formed in the new era after the Nuclear World War, this became one of the largest ports on the face of the earth, the gateway to Americas. It was known as the Eastern Port and home of the industrial leader and corporation that supported the government, Tomorrow. This corporation became the head of the industrial world because it is the only industry in the cold lifeless world.
After everything was demolished in the war, whoever was left alive soon found themselves with a decision to make. They could either return to the corrupt civilization that caused all of the death and mass disturbance, or they could try to survive the cold, ash filled, gray tundra, known as “they country.” Both had their pros and cons, but it really came down to if you wanted to control your own future or have someone do it for you.
Those that chose the country started to live a life of freedom. The ventured out to the wide open land. Roads filled three feet high with what was once the old world. Piles of debris every which way you could look. As People searched for a new beginning they had to sift through all of this to find the smallest of objects that could help them through this torture.
Food was grown in small fields that the old farmers left under the rubbish and debris. After clearing the land they were hopeful and prayed for growth. The homes that were left standing filled rather quickly, normally with people that had no more family to turn to. But soon the supplies would run low and fights would breakout.
As the new families split apart the food withered away to dust. And since all the animals of the land had either died off or went into hiding; there was only one other option to survive: cannibalism.
Those that were able to turn off their human instinct and turn on the hunter mode of their brains were destined to survive. Many gruesome sights became apparent to those that couldn’t stomach it, and soon they became the prey.
It soon became unsafe to travel in these parts. Anyone that was brave enough to leave their homes avoided the roads altogether. They took trails in the woods and hopefully found the railroads. It was the only safe way to get from point a to point b. The rail road’s were abandoned now, but they still showed up on the maps from the old days.
Although the hunters waited along the tracks, groups of “thinkers” traveled together to welcome in new members, anyone that needed protection they would help.
If the humans decided to live in the city, they were provided jobs, shelter, food, and support from the government. As long as they worked they were welcome to stay within the city lines. Every so often people would go missing; wither they had enough of this life style or they just poofed out of the eye of society.
The government of the newly formed Americas offered everyone safety and comfort. Tomorrow worked alongside them and provided media of all sorts: music, television, movies, electronic books. Paper was no longer used because there were no more factories to make it in.
The Dark Queen Falls: Early Draft #1
The brisk fall air had been rolling in across the valleys for at least three weeks before I noticed the frost building on my window. This time of year only meant one thing for me and my fellow soldiers. War was coming upon us, and if we survived the queen we could survive anything.
For the time being I only wished to separate from the groups of creatures. There were many of them that had families or fellow specie-mates by their sides. I was alone, not even my own mother was the same as me. You see, in my world you become what your spirit represents. There are people that become devils and wolves, lions and gods, bears and goddesses. They are monsters of all shapes and sizes. Yet there was no creature like myself.
If I were to describe myself you might not understand completely, but I look similar to a human. This was rare in Fantaisie. The most well-known fighters and soldiers appeared to look like me, but there are so many secrets that I don’t know about who I am or where I am from. All of this will come later on in the story, but I felt you needed to know that I was lonely and with all the stress that is to come you may feel sympathy and agree with my decision to leave my home land.
As I have said before the Dark Queen of Akwaydi was an evil and heartless woman, a combination of hatred and disaster. If you lived in the gates of her kingdom then you always wanted to revolt but never had the courage.
She had the power to go to far away land and take children for her own amusement. She could not bare any of her own offspring, so this was the only proper way to have a family in her mind. She felt the need to have someone to follow in her footsteps and the evil empress, so most of the children were small girls with beautiful looks, but so far they all lacked the skills.
On a trip to the farthest reaches I was abducted for this reason alone. That is all in the past and I have moved on from it. I still wonder what my life would be like if I knew where I came from or who I really was. All I know is that now I am a prince and royalty is my life. I am a soldier, but did I fight for the right reasons?
Crystal Sapphires: Random
Mr. Roman had seen his daughter climbing on his new fence from inside the kitchen. He walked with lightning speed out through the glass door that led to the vast lawn. He rushed over to her without making any sound, snatched her off the wall and gently placed her on one of the large white lawn chairs. He had a look of disappointment in his light gray eyes.
“Sandra! How many times do I have to tell you to not spy on the neighbors. It’s rude and they will start to think that you are up to something that is no good.”
Mr. Roman was a man of power, a CEO of a very large bank back in New York City, a man voted best dressed in a fashion magazine two years in a row. He and his daughter had just moved into their new house under a month ago. After his wives death he had decided to spend more time with Sandra. What a better way to move on with life than to literally move, he searched for this home for at least a year. When he found it, he fell in love with its mystique and old world charm.
As soon as her feet touched the ground and her back felt the cold chair he saw a look of terror on her face. She could make a sound.
“Are you ok, honey? Did I scare you?”
Honestly she was scared out of her mind, but not from his actions. She knew that Monstera’s had seen her. She faintly yelped when her father grabbed her from the wall and a crash in the next yard confirmed her fears.
When she caught her breathe she was able to say a few words, “I didn’t hear you coming.” This was followed by a slanted smile on her face. She automatically felt a need to keep what she saw to herself, even though her father had friends in high places and all her fears could be settled by night fall.
He apologized and asked her to get ready for dinner, but she just saw what has only been shown in Midnight Halloween Horror Marathons. Even if it was the late winter and there was a fresh bright layer of snow on the ground all Sandra could think of were the piercing blue eyes of the girl next door who was watching out of her bedroom window.
Jenny Monstera was the owner of those crystal sapphire eyes. She had shown Sandra around the neighborhood the day she moved in. Sandra had noticed something cold about her but thought it must have been a combination of being shy and forced kindness.
A Penny For Your Thoughts
I wrote this for my aunt funeral...
A Penny for Your Thoughts
We have called this woman by many names; Mother, Daughter, Sister, Aunt, Friend, Love, Strength, Angel…so many names for just one woman, but Penny represented so much to so many people, she touched us all in different ways. A million outlets in one body, a member of society and a member of the angels. As I wish her a farewell I know I will not be alone on my journey, I will be surrounded by warmth and joy, I will be aloud to live life without worry, I will know that I have my own angel watching over me.
For as long as we have known her there has never been a dull moment. And with these moments so rich and full of feeling, we have learned to find peace in our minds, love in our hearts, and harmony in the world. A single moment in time is stretched to the end of eternity, analyzing every second so that we can absorb the persona of a woman so angelic, a woman who loved life and lived in the positive.
While we are being watched in the eyes of the keeper of life, we can all be seen as candles, each glowing ever so beautifully, but Penny seemed to glow brighter everyday, always raising smiles and spirits with compassion, humor, love, and loyalty. She seemed to out glow the rest of us at the best and worst of times. Her flame grew powerful and may have twitched with the wind, but always found its way back to a steady straight burn, even now it still glows as her heart is in each of us.
Penny was a woman of strength, she is now at peace, she is now at rest, watching every single one of us, clearing our ways and lighting our paths. It may seem dim and gray, but the reality is we must be willing to move forward with our lives, a woman of Penny’s level would not wish for us to be saddened, but rather we stay strong. We will not forget her but we must let her go.
I know I was not able to be with her in the end, but she was always in my thoughts. I shall not punish myself because I can find comfort in the fact that I was with her in life, when she was well and joyous. It is crucial that we understand that if we were touched by this blessed woman we became her friend, her partner, her family. My ambition to fall deep in a pit of sorrow was challenged by her spirit, she grabbed me and brought me back to the top of a mountain where I could build higher and farther, I could create and destroy, I could be lost but still find my way with her as my guide.
Penny is now as free as the wild mustangs of the old west; she can roam freely around us and quietly point us in the right direction, a true compass of heart. As she advances into the vast valleys of sunshine I feel that she will look back with a desire to stay with us and continue to be our support, to hold us up when we are falling, to make us smile when we feel hate, to hold us when we cry. She will shine a smile and be delighted to know we are celebrating her life, to know that she had so much of an influence on all of us. She is with the angels she belongs with, that she always belonged with.
With Penny in our hearts we shall never walk alone. The photos in our minds will never evaporate; snapshots of our memories will continue to make us enjoy life. When u are in the office and you start to smile, or you are sitting behind a desk and start to giggle, or even walk with a big grin, people will wonder what’s wrong with you. You can proudly turn to them and say just one simple word, “Penny”
We shall live in her image, We shall live everyday to the fullest. We shall be strong.
Peace, Love, and Harmony
A Time Of Terror: Loose Beginnings
A time of terror once reigned, it dominated the entire land, from the towering mountains of ice to the valleys left behind from the revolutions. An icy world, cold to the touch and frozen to the sight filled this dimension, a place no human has ever been, well one or two might have gotten in, but that’s another story. This one involves a select few key players, the most important (to her that is) is the Queen of Ice the powerfully wicked and wickedly powerful.
Her royal majesty had made a unified population and the royal court, made from members of the old era, made sure that the rules were followed and taken seriously. For if you did not follow them to perfection you became a trader and this would end you up being frozen in time, a chillingly beautiful process that trapped all your essence and locked them away for eternity. This was a fate worse than death, but wasn’t the worst thing in the land of wonderland. Terrible creatures roam the forests and oceans, mad people fled to the farthest reaches of the realm, and the queen herself was a reason for suicide.
After enough time past she became jaded of this land, enough for her to abandon her son to the court. She knew of an escape that only the royal blood could bring to light, a rabbit hole of sorts. Her frigid soul sealed it when she had ventured through it, but this wouldn’t be the last time it was used. This rabbit hole lead her to our world, where she was not satisfied so she found her way to others and was never heard from again.
But enough about the past, the present is such a great place to start this story. Along with the council, Prince Azul has turned the land into a wonderful place. Time warped buildings and mixes from the past and future, anything they could find. Combined together these object made the city of Wonderland a beautiful kingdom where all are equal. Yet all of Wonderland is not like this, once you get past the city walls you will have to mess with the mobs, which formed after the queen vanished. They don’t feel its fair that the prince is in power, after all what did he do to deserve the crown?
Secretly Prince Azul has wondered off to the promise land, the land outside the walls, and he has searched for his mother, but with no luck he always found his way back home. The dump where the other dimensions garbage was filtered is where he spent most of his time. The object amused his mind, and finding the oddest objects brought him joy. Daily he went to this dump, collecting what he thought was useful, but today he stumbled across a more interesting object than ever before.
A picture lay in his hand, it looked as if somebody took the most beautiful girl and put her in rags. She had dark black hair which was foreign to him, since everyone in wonderland had either red or blonde hair, the royal blood having the blonde hair, nearly white. He slipped the picture into his pocket and went on his way back to the palace, carefully though so that the guards would not see his majestic entrance.
Prince Azul had few friends, one being the head of the council, Jack of Hearts is what Azul called him because of his willingness to help raise him after his mother left. Azul trusted him with everything, so naturally he brought him the picture to have it described, he knew it was a girl but from when and where? The questions just spilled out when he saw the Jack of Hearts.
“My dear Azul, you have stumbled upon a fine piece of history right here. It has been past down to each generation of my family that a girl once came to our land, she was from a world of machinery and only human intelligence, a truly barbaric land.”
“It sounds so weird, what kind of humans lived there? Where they like us?”
“They were something like us,” chucked the Jack of Hearts, “they weren’t as diverse as us, we have many creatures and equality in our kingdom, there they all felt separated and this caused wars.”
“Like the ones mother put a stop to?”
Azul had never learned of his mother’s tyranny, he only knew of her to leave the land. He wanted to know about her but the topic would always change, sort of how it is going to right now.
“Well I don’t know exactly, but I do know you should keep this picture, it is of a beautiful woman, and it’s pretty recent. This number right here is how they kept track of the days in the other land. I wouldn’t be surprised if you were to find more of these in your journeys.”
Azul just sat there staring at the picture. After about two minutes he slipped it into his pocket and walked off, turning to the Jack of Hearts, “Thank you friend, thank you for everything.”
The Jack of Hearts stood up with his large wings and brushed off his lap where Azul had placed the picture. He walked towards the closet and pulled out his robe, placed it on his shoulders and entered the room of questions. A meeting was about to start, the topic: Azul.
Azul had no idea of any thoughts to over throw him as power, all he knew was that he needed to meet a girl to become king one day. The thought bothered him because all the girls in wonderland were selfish and always thought about themselves, where as Azul loved people and only wanted everyone’s happiness. The thought of having to marry a woman from Wonderland sickened him, to the point where he would not wake up some mornings, he would stay in his bed all day.
Later that night when the meeting had finished, the Jack of Hearts (jack for short) approached Azul, he whispered to him, “run to my office and lock the door, I will come get you when it is safe, just hide in the closet, there is a chest you can store yourself in under a blanket.”
Early Draft #1: Behind The Wall, Chapter One: Stretched From The Darkness
At the end of the stretch of darkness a small light shinned and reached its arm out to her. Her skin tingled with the desire to be warmed by what appeared to be a single flame that roared to the heavens, which she had wonder about so often. Crunching beneath her feet were the fallen leaves of the old maples, crisp with the early winter air, inch by inch she worked her way down the last section of railroad. Glancing up to see him standing closer then expected, she was forced to step back by the threatening large body before her. Fear striking her with a sense of home and welcoming eyes, she squinted to see who was really in front of her.
“Is this just another trick of the mind or could it possibly be true that you are right before me?” the man stepped back a few steps and motioned her to come sit down next to him by the fireside, which was already being shared by a group of men chatting about philosophy and politics. “I was sure that I would never see the day…”
A pause in all sound began to drive them all mad in their seats. Even the flame seemed to stop in its tracks, not daring to interrupt the thoughts going through the minds of the scholars or that of this new face. The deer in the forest had vanished when her presence was detected, no life form could be spotted for miles. Even the men before her seemed to be lifeless, and the man she once looked up to was speechless for the first time she could remember.
“They came you know, and stole me, my family and my mind, well they tried at least,” she said with a soft voice while gazing into the pits of fire. Her face glowed as if the sun was shinning on the still water of a frozen lake. The skin on her arms bumped up and down from the icy breeze of the tracks behind her, but she felt warmth growing deep within her body. She seemed to not know how to react to this but she kept spitting out random thoughts and bits and pieces of information.
He grabbed her shoulder and pulled her in for a great hug of an old friendship. A tear started to form under her eyes, over the last few years the softness that comforted him had become stiff and cold. Her innocence had been tampered with as had her love of the pure and free. Somewhere inside of her that girl still stood looking in the windows of her own home watching her family laugh and talk. That girl was now under a pile of rubbish and the only way to get her back was to start over, to make a freedom of life.
“Where exactly have you been since the attack, I mean I know that they took you but I had no idea that you were still alive, I’m in shock really.” He was puzzled at the thought of her actually being with him and alive. “Ever since they told me you were killed I have searched for the truth, I have discovered the light and I have longed to hear your thoughts and theories again.” In his mind she seemed to be a small part of his past, only a glimmer of hope in a sea of treachery, what was unapparent to him was that she truly loved him, even if she didn’t know it quiet at that moment.
“Where to begin? So much happened and I really haven’t thought of keeping track of time. I really don’t know much about the time I was taken but I was brought to a place that we called the Wall.”
“We?”
“Yes we, a large group too. When that secret soldier came to take my family we were separated, he said that I would be useful for finding how to alter thoughts of non-thinkers. I never found out what had happened to my family though, but I was brought to the Wall and put into a room full of screens, not a parlor, but more of a holding cell.”
“I knew that he had something to do with this, but I had no clue that he had captured you , I was told that he had killed you nothing more, just a quick end. So you never found out what happened to your family?”
“No, weren’t you paying attention?” With the loss of her innocence came a quick and short fuse. Being with him she started to realize that she had changed and that she didn’t feel the same as she did in the city, now it seemed that everybody she met was like, she was no longer unique and to him she was just another girl. “I’m sorry, but they did things to me; they tried to take my thoughts away. I couldn’t talk with anyone for they feared I would become a terrorist of words.”
Clara McGee went on describing how she was forced to watch the screens and participate in marathons of useless shows, until the system malfunctioned with the explosion of the great city. The entire grid was disabled and it seemed that it would never come back on. A few hours after sitting in darkness Clarisse found her self blinded by the lights, the back up generators must have been delayed but they didn’t quite cover the entire Wall, many spots were still dark and unresponsive.
“When the system couldn’t reboot the guards left the building with no signs of how to escape, all the cells became unlocked and they were afraid of what we might do to them. Come to find out I was one of many free thinkers locked up in that maze of white. Two years of my life in that hell chamber distorted my sight and when the door to my cell opened I tumbled down to the hard ground. I was able to look up and finally see the Wall, it towered of me by at least 451 meters high, I guessed because of one sign hanging high up that read “450 and higher.” The Wall reached up into the cloud of smoke form the city near by that apparently was the cause for my release.”
David looked at Clara with an expression of amazement and disgust. “How…” is all he could say. “How could they…”
gether and now all that is left is the memory you all knew of me and an outline of a ragdoll in the wind.” She flashed back to the Wall and disappeared from the conversation for a few minutes.
Her mind was gone and her face lifeless, she was living in two time periods but didn’t know how to tell them apart. She was floating in space as if in a science fiction movie paying in a parlor. Roaming back behind the Wall she felt herself fall again.
What was a nineteen year old girl suppose to do when surrounded by a singular round wall that stretched on for miles? After careful debate on which way to go Clarisse decided to move down the right hallway, eventually she would end up back where she started, well that’s what she thought anyway. 20 minutes of walking brought her to a strange sight, for the last stroll there was only giant concrete walls but who knew what may lay behind them, Clarisse found a large metal door that was twice her size in height and could fit a car through it. Just looking at it made her feel tired from all the pushing she would have to do to open it, the sight appeared to be forbidden to enter but that wouldn’t stop her. The enormous metal handle was icy, yet she managed to twist it with ease and pushed it forward. Nothing except darkness lay before her now.
A cold lifeless breeze hit her bare skin and a shiver went straight down the center of her back. She quickly grabbed the edge of her coat and pulled it across her to try and hide the skin that was very pale and snowy white. “Hello!” shouted a frightened young girl hoping for no response at all.
A light instantly flashed on and a large room became apparent. Filled to the brim with papers and books it must have been some sort of filing library. A step forward and she was in a maze all its own, stacks of random heights surrounded her now. The Wall seemed to be more comforting now, in these dark dim corners she could see dust forming, at least out in the hall one could see the sky above.
Turning in circles she caught sight of a shaking pile, an odd looking old man walked out from behind it and stared directly at her. “Are you one of the new recruits? Sending a girl, hmmm they must be looking for a new generation to keep me busy. Well missy I am sorry to inform you but I have categorized all of the papers in this library a hundred times and put them in alphabetical order.”
“I am sorry but I don’t know what you are talking about. I am just a girl that was trapped in a cage, a simple girl, that’s all. My name is Clara, I am nineteen and losing my mind.”
“Well I go by the name of Collin, although I was named George Collin by my parents, along with my coworkers, we have turned this pile of rot into a decent looking pile of confiscated books. I used to be apart of the outside world you know, I even had a plan to get all these books back into the arms of young people like yourself. I am sorry if I’m coming off to strong if just had nobody to talk to in a very long time, they took away my coworker, Stefani, a few months ago for some testing and I have been alone ever since.”
At that moment a large stack of books piled high, almost reaching the ceiling plummeted down and papers flew everywhere. Falling like ash, the documents of all sizes slowly fluttered around and tumbled in the air. The stack almost hit them both but luckily they had stepped back just in time. A fading feeling came over her and a blurry image appeared in her sight.
The light of the fire started to rise up in the still night again, she found herself back sitting with David. She turned her soft face towards him, “The fallen sheets of paper blew into an outline of my body, yet I hadn’t faded yet. I felt dead, but free at the same time. I can’t help but feeling that all of this is a dream and I truly am not with you. I want this to be real but I have missed so much and you have changed in so many ways. You are a stranger in my eyes but I know you, it’s just so crazy.”
“Clara, you have missed so much and you are free now, that is all that matters. Along these rails I have met so many scholars that actually helped me break the spell of the false happiness I suffered from. I have been able to learn and grow as a thinker, but it’s really all thanks to you. Are you Happy?”
She laughed a little, “I remember asking you that. I am sure glad you feel that way now, the government didn’t set in on all of us, and luckily we all found each other. Stefani assured me that I would be able to find you. I had found her after Collins and I walked for hours around that Wall. She was still strapped to a chair when we got to him. They were doing some kind of mind control tests.”
“What ever happened to her? I wish to find her and pick up were we left off, you know we had a plan to move on in this world, to go to different cities and try to bring back the messages in freedom. I heard that Stefani was recaptured and skinned, is that true?”
“NO, that is not anywhere near what happened. We got out of the Wall and made it to a group of other free thinkers. We all moved along the tracks until we found a group of scholars we wanted to stay with. Stefani got off in Saint Louis, something about getting a printing press. And Collin, well he found his wife’s grave a few cities back, I asked him to come with me since he was alone, but he wouldn’t leave her side.””
“Well this Collin guy seems to be a real romantic. As for that silly old woman Stefani, she knows about the railroads, you would think she would have come all the way with you and visited for some time. I suppose she wants me to go to her, we shall have to make a trip to see her.”
“It sure is nice out here, the stars and the moon that is.” Clara seemed to be jumping from subject to subject rather quickly and David was just trying to keep up with her. The clouds had started to move on and the moon was just visible, “So did you ever find that man on the moon?”
“I did,” chuckled David strongly, the roar of his laughter and the fire faded into the chilled night air. The night ended in a quick manner, David just thinking about the next day and what other surprises may come, Clara on the other hand had different thoughts on how to end the evening.
Dear Reader
January 14, 2011
Dear Reader,
The content in this blog comes from my twisted mind, real situations, and fantasies lost in the universe. From monsters to musicians, my mind is always traveling off subject and into new ideas, thoughts, and stories. As you read this I may be sitting behind my desk typing the night away, but my soul is in here waiting for you to find it. Please enjoy these stories and feel free to share them.
Inspiration and passion are the motivation behind my drive, and these are the two most important factors in finding what the world has to offer you. Be true to yourself and do whatever feels right to you. Find your own inspiration in the world and let it take control of your soul. We must live one day at a time, one step at a time, one life at a time.
Love and Nightmares,
B. Monstro
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