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Hey everyone of my 2 readers!
I'm just going to ramble on here a bit as i have a tendency to do, and try and make it into something deep and meaningful! We''ll see what i come out with anyhow. Hmm, so, news. Well, my stepmother is due anyday now. That's really all i have to say on that topic because i really have very few opinions regarding that. Shocking i know, me, not having opinions. Hehehe, well, at least i amuse myself. So i actually like french as a language. How bizzare is that. Also, just a note, my accent is not as appalling as it sounds in french class, that's just because she kind of scares me and i choke up. In other fascinating news i have Trinity debates coming up and before them i have a mock prepared debate to inspire all the 'ickle 2nd years. Little gobshites more like. Yes. So. I'm doing both of them with Ruth. Other Ruth, blonde parnelite Ruth. Ah, that history class was funny. But i think we should suit eachother well, as far as styles of speech go.
Well i was originally just going to talk about music so i'll go back to that. About a year ago, i stumbled across a band called Something Corporate, and that was both the best and worst thing to ever happen to me. Best because, there's something in that music, something deep inside it, that inspires me, comforts me, saddens me, depresses me, uplifts me, is everything to me. It's the way they can combine poetic lyrics and somehow poetic sounds, to create a song built out of pure emotion, both raw and refined, at the same time. The way when you listen to the music you can feel your mind lifting, feel it almost leaving your body, and everything they're saying seems so true, and so clear. It's the musical equivalent of the books i love, the stories. The history. I just watched Troy again, and the scipt has some really interesting lines in it in fact. But, back to music. Worst thing, because suddenly no other band could possibly live up to that. They say that you always remember your first love, and never really stop loving them. Well, Something Corporate is my first love. As far as music goes. Yep, i love them to death. Anyways. Once again i find myself drifting back to Ancient Greece and Rome, and Ancient and Medieval Britain. I'm so obsessed with the ideals of that time. I'm so obsessed full stop. Yeah, so i'm 17 now, do i feel any older? NO! Stop asking me that people. So i feel like writing something. Something proper. You know, meaningful, or at least, good writing. But i don't think i'm up to it, so i'll stick in this thing i wrote a long while ago, that you've probably all read already, but i think it's good. Or i did at the time. Give me feedback people, it's like talking to the wall, or the screen.....
The sounds of the guns broke through the rioters. People scattered, in a terrified stampede. Fleeing like ants from the rain, seperating into smaller slipstreams and scattering through the streets of the city.The men advanced down the main street. Riot shields forming an impenetrable blockade, gun muzzles jutting out irregularly from the smooth black wall. Brief retorts broke upwards, increasing the panic of the riotiers.
Behind the shield wall the patriarchs advanced. Flowing black robes accentuating their gaunt figures, hollow faces pierced by eyes glaring their passion and fervour over the heads of the police. Screeching praise of the emperor, words spilling franticly, feverishly from their frothing, spitting mouths.
Crouching hidden on the roof of the town hall the sniper calmly traced the rifle sight over the balding head of the leading patriarch. With a deep breath his finger pulled gently on the trigger. The golden bullet flew out of the barrel. Hurtling through the air, searing an unfaltering path towards the patriach. Closing almost instantly on it's target. Suddenly the patriarch moved, his hand a blur of motion as it snaked out, the patriarchs head never moving, his words still spitting out, catching the bullet in an iron fist.
The fist opened slowly, the flattened bullet dropping with a slight ping to the ground. Silence reigned supreme. Rioters ceased their screaming, the shield wall standing motionless, the patriarchs silent at last. Then the five pairs of flaming eyes turned, in perfect coordination, to fix precisely upon the sniper. With a hiss of rage the leader opened his mouth in a silent shriek, his forked tongue flicking out over the 300 meters in a milli second to gently touch the sniper's forehead.
Without a second glance the patriarchs began their bemoaning and berating of mankind once again, the spell was broken and the rioters fled once more, as the shields implacably advanced upon the defencless people. Up on the roof the sniper's eyes glazed over in horror as his skin began to squirm, falling away from his flesh.
And as the life left his body his last sight was of a child's body falling lifeless to the ground, a rifle round embedded in her back, the crimson blood blossoming across her pale blue dress, doll still clutched in a tight hand as the fingers lost their grip on this world forever. It was then that he knew the full reality of the patriarch's power.
I'm just going to ramble on here a bit as i have a tendency to do, and try and make it into something deep and meaningful! We''ll see what i come out with anyhow. Hmm, so, news. Well, my stepmother is due anyday now. That's really all i have to say on that topic because i really have very few opinions regarding that. Shocking i know, me, not having opinions. Hehehe, well, at least i amuse myself. So i actually like french as a language. How bizzare is that. Also, just a note, my accent is not as appalling as it sounds in french class, that's just because she kind of scares me and i choke up. In other fascinating news i have Trinity debates coming up and before them i have a mock prepared debate to inspire all the 'ickle 2nd years. Little gobshites more like. Yes. So. I'm doing both of them with Ruth. Other Ruth, blonde parnelite Ruth. Ah, that history class was funny. But i think we should suit eachother well, as far as styles of speech go.
Well i was originally just going to talk about music so i'll go back to that. About a year ago, i stumbled across a band called Something Corporate, and that was both the best and worst thing to ever happen to me. Best because, there's something in that music, something deep inside it, that inspires me, comforts me, saddens me, depresses me, uplifts me, is everything to me. It's the way they can combine poetic lyrics and somehow poetic sounds, to create a song built out of pure emotion, both raw and refined, at the same time. The way when you listen to the music you can feel your mind lifting, feel it almost leaving your body, and everything they're saying seems so true, and so clear. It's the musical equivalent of the books i love, the stories. The history. I just watched Troy again, and the scipt has some really interesting lines in it in fact. But, back to music. Worst thing, because suddenly no other band could possibly live up to that. They say that you always remember your first love, and never really stop loving them. Well, Something Corporate is my first love. As far as music goes. Yep, i love them to death. Anyways. Once again i find myself drifting back to Ancient Greece and Rome, and Ancient and Medieval Britain. I'm so obsessed with the ideals of that time. I'm so obsessed full stop. Yeah, so i'm 17 now, do i feel any older? NO! Stop asking me that people. So i feel like writing something. Something proper. You know, meaningful, or at least, good writing. But i don't think i'm up to it, so i'll stick in this thing i wrote a long while ago, that you've probably all read already, but i think it's good. Or i did at the time. Give me feedback people, it's like talking to the wall, or the screen.....
The sounds of the guns broke through the rioters. People scattered, in a terrified stampede. Fleeing like ants from the rain, seperating into smaller slipstreams and scattering through the streets of the city.The men advanced down the main street. Riot shields forming an impenetrable blockade, gun muzzles jutting out irregularly from the smooth black wall. Brief retorts broke upwards, increasing the panic of the riotiers.
Behind the shield wall the patriarchs advanced. Flowing black robes accentuating their gaunt figures, hollow faces pierced by eyes glaring their passion and fervour over the heads of the police. Screeching praise of the emperor, words spilling franticly, feverishly from their frothing, spitting mouths.
Crouching hidden on the roof of the town hall the sniper calmly traced the rifle sight over the balding head of the leading patriarch. With a deep breath his finger pulled gently on the trigger. The golden bullet flew out of the barrel. Hurtling through the air, searing an unfaltering path towards the patriach. Closing almost instantly on it's target. Suddenly the patriarch moved, his hand a blur of motion as it snaked out, the patriarchs head never moving, his words still spitting out, catching the bullet in an iron fist.
The fist opened slowly, the flattened bullet dropping with a slight ping to the ground. Silence reigned supreme. Rioters ceased their screaming, the shield wall standing motionless, the patriarchs silent at last. Then the five pairs of flaming eyes turned, in perfect coordination, to fix precisely upon the sniper. With a hiss of rage the leader opened his mouth in a silent shriek, his forked tongue flicking out over the 300 meters in a milli second to gently touch the sniper's forehead.
Without a second glance the patriarchs began their bemoaning and berating of mankind once again, the spell was broken and the rioters fled once more, as the shields implacably advanced upon the defencless people. Up on the roof the sniper's eyes glazed over in horror as his skin began to squirm, falling away from his flesh.
And as the life left his body his last sight was of a child's body falling lifeless to the ground, a rifle round embedded in her back, the crimson blood blossoming across her pale blue dress, doll still clutched in a tight hand as the fingers lost their grip on this world forever. It was then that he knew the full reality of the patriarch's power.