And here we go again
Well, inspiration hits as it wishes. And, i started to write this story, and computer didnt save. So, here is a quick introduction to my lovely work. It may be the next great American novel, it make become a piece of trash, but you never know what something will become unless you let it become and grow. Which is the only statement I make against abortions, beyond that statement, it's a woman's choice...
"Oh, you mother--" were the valiant hero's last words. Not as epic as the second to last set of words, which were: "I'm going in! Cover me."
But enough about that, that is not why you started to read this story at all. Our story starts off in a distinct land which truly ought to be uninhabitable. But hey, people in this time can breath out in space and underwater, so why not Los Angeles, right? In this crazy place lived our fabled hero, and her name was: Lilith Y. Ragol-Egirst.
Now, you may wonder, what does the "Y" represent? The answer to that question lies in ancient texts whose manuscripts with the little writer's notes in the margins have been lost for generations upon centuries. But as humans have been so curious as to try to understand everything that they find possible (and few things they made up), the answer may actually be Yggdrasill. At least, this is the choice that her parents decided upon at least, but they don't actually know at all. They never really understood their daughter, but the person whom can fully decipher and comprehend a teenager would never been allowed to live as it is. Some of life's mysteries are meant not to be solved.
Along the same lines, our black hair blue streaked heroine had little understanding of her grand purpose also. Had she known what her august author had in mind for her, she would have wanted to end herself when she had the chance. And, in this virtually barren wasteland (on the inside), she had a cornacopia of chances. However, as the cunning and wily girl that she was, she knew that a grander purpose lay ahead of her and that she would have to sharpen her natural skills so as to achieve whatever end was necessary. I feel great pity for her though, and you will eventually see why.
Having always known she was special, with so much evidence standing though having her first name being that of the mistress of darkness in Christian mythology and her alleged middle name being the tree of life in that of Norse, this young woman has always tried to twist everything life has thrown at her into some sort of advantage for her. Whether it was failing out of magic school after a few years or harnessing the magnificent powers of photon energy to literally have created what an average person would have called a lightsaber. By the age of sixteen, she accomplish what so many of her peers had dreamed of including finding a prevention of contracting HIV; however, sadly, it was a gene her body had created that would have to be passed hereditarially, but, again, this is not why you started reading.
One fine day, our somewhat awkward angel was driving to school, as how else would the city that is as toxic as New Jersey and busy as New York become what it is known as, picking up her girlfriend and her ex-boyfriend. Luckily, this is Los Angeles, so very few would find this awkward or generally wrong.
"Do you really need to have this big raggedy Sea Otter back here. I mean, of all the stuffed animals you can have, a sea otter?" asked Lance rather annoyed having to sit in the back next to it and also finding that it was buckled in his respective buckle.
"I really despise driving alone, and Mog lives a little under 10 minutes away from my place. Then you are an extra five from there, and its always nice to have someone to talk to when she isn't" Said Lilith driving to back up out of Lance's driveway. Then, as part of finishing that sentence, she tried to give Mog a small peck on the lips, but she was still mad. "Morgran, please, I didn't mean to--"
"No, no...I don't care. If you really cared about my feelings, you wouldn't have done it at all. But, no, you had to be a complete jerk and...really, I can't believe you at all." she interrupted quite vehemently.
"Such vehemence, Mog." Lance said, and turning to Lilith, "Sing me the word, mocking bird."
"Accidently used her scented pencil to finish coloring in a drawing I've been working on for weeks. It was write there besides all my normal ones, how was I suppose to have known in the heat of shading."
"Oh, scented pencils. That's harsh."
"I know, I can't believe--" Started Lilith
"How could you be so insensitive, Lil. Those things are awesome. What kind was it? I personally have a cherry and the limited edition blue raspberry"
"Orange, nothing all too special, i have like seven of them" was all Mog got to say before Lilith bursted with.
"SEVEN! Why are you mad at me then? I can't believe how awful you guys are. And how the hell do you smell the blue in blue raspberry? Don't you want to see the drawing, both of you always jump at the chance to bask in my art's glory when I tell you I am done with a picture. And why the hell am I getting interrupted so much? It is ridicul--oh, we're at school. See you both later." And, she gave her sweetheart a quick kiss and her best boy bud a big bear hug before walking off too the School.
If only she wasn't tailed the whole time by former ninjas turned pirates. Its a problem you run into when there is a huge argument in a car with the top down.
"Oh, you mother--" were the valiant hero's last words. Not as epic as the second to last set of words, which were: "I'm going in! Cover me."
But enough about that, that is not why you started to read this story at all. Our story starts off in a distinct land which truly ought to be uninhabitable. But hey, people in this time can breath out in space and underwater, so why not Los Angeles, right? In this crazy place lived our fabled hero, and her name was: Lilith Y. Ragol-Egirst.
Now, you may wonder, what does the "Y" represent? The answer to that question lies in ancient texts whose manuscripts with the little writer's notes in the margins have been lost for generations upon centuries. But as humans have been so curious as to try to understand everything that they find possible (and few things they made up), the answer may actually be Yggdrasill. At least, this is the choice that her parents decided upon at least, but they don't actually know at all. They never really understood their daughter, but the person whom can fully decipher and comprehend a teenager would never been allowed to live as it is. Some of life's mysteries are meant not to be solved.
Along the same lines, our black hair blue streaked heroine had little understanding of her grand purpose also. Had she known what her august author had in mind for her, she would have wanted to end herself when she had the chance. And, in this virtually barren wasteland (on the inside), she had a cornacopia of chances. However, as the cunning and wily girl that she was, she knew that a grander purpose lay ahead of her and that she would have to sharpen her natural skills so as to achieve whatever end was necessary. I feel great pity for her though, and you will eventually see why.
Having always known she was special, with so much evidence standing though having her first name being that of the mistress of darkness in Christian mythology and her alleged middle name being the tree of life in that of Norse, this young woman has always tried to twist everything life has thrown at her into some sort of advantage for her. Whether it was failing out of magic school after a few years or harnessing the magnificent powers of photon energy to literally have created what an average person would have called a lightsaber. By the age of sixteen, she accomplish what so many of her peers had dreamed of including finding a prevention of contracting HIV; however, sadly, it was a gene her body had created that would have to be passed hereditarially, but, again, this is not why you started reading.
One fine day, our somewhat awkward angel was driving to school, as how else would the city that is as toxic as New Jersey and busy as New York become what it is known as, picking up her girlfriend and her ex-boyfriend. Luckily, this is Los Angeles, so very few would find this awkward or generally wrong.
"Do you really need to have this big raggedy Sea Otter back here. I mean, of all the stuffed animals you can have, a sea otter?" asked Lance rather annoyed having to sit in the back next to it and also finding that it was buckled in his respective buckle.
"I really despise driving alone, and Mog lives a little under 10 minutes away from my place. Then you are an extra five from there, and its always nice to have someone to talk to when she isn't" Said Lilith driving to back up out of Lance's driveway. Then, as part of finishing that sentence, she tried to give Mog a small peck on the lips, but she was still mad. "Morgran, please, I didn't mean to--"
"No, no...I don't care. If you really cared about my feelings, you wouldn't have done it at all. But, no, you had to be a complete jerk and...really, I can't believe you at all." she interrupted quite vehemently.
"Such vehemence, Mog." Lance said, and turning to Lilith, "Sing me the word, mocking bird."
"Accidently used her scented pencil to finish coloring in a drawing I've been working on for weeks. It was write there besides all my normal ones, how was I suppose to have known in the heat of shading."
"Oh, scented pencils. That's harsh."
"I know, I can't believe--" Started Lilith
"How could you be so insensitive, Lil. Those things are awesome. What kind was it? I personally have a cherry and the limited edition blue raspberry"
"Orange, nothing all too special, i have like seven of them" was all Mog got to say before Lilith bursted with.
"SEVEN! Why are you mad at me then? I can't believe how awful you guys are. And how the hell do you smell the blue in blue raspberry? Don't you want to see the drawing, both of you always jump at the chance to bask in my art's glory when I tell you I am done with a picture. And why the hell am I getting interrupted so much? It is ridicul--oh, we're at school. See you both later." And, she gave her sweetheart a quick kiss and her best boy bud a big bear hug before walking off too the School.
If only she wasn't tailed the whole time by former ninjas turned pirates. Its a problem you run into when there is a huge argument in a car with the top down.