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This Is The End Emrya

Mon, 30 Apr 2007 20:25:06 GMT

Emrya’s eyes shot open at the sound of faint foot falls echoing against the high walls of the barracks. She clutched the thin, standard gray-wool blanket closer around her body, covering most of her head and face, fighting the urge to shut her eyes in fear.

It’s not one of them.

They wouldn’t be running.

They wouldn’t be…running.

Her eyes shot open as the frantic steps neared. She caught a glimpse of a too skinny body dressed in dark, itchy gray wool. Her hand shot out from beneath her blanket, surprising herself, and caught the near-silent runner’s pant leg. The runner fell forward, barely managing to keep from face-planting on the cold, rough concrete.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Kail?”

The runner looked up at her angrily from the floor. “What the fuck do you think I’m doing, Emrya? I’m doing the same fucking thing you think I’m doing, and should be doing yourself. I’m getting the fuck out of this place.” He stood, scowling, rubbing his palms, looking around the barracks for any sign of conscious life.

“Oh, yes, by all means, let’s run away together. We’ll high-tail it across an acre of open ground, climb a mouth of a fence topped with barbed wire with ease. Those starving, trained genetically engineered monster dogs? Hah! Pups! Electric perimeter dome? Puh! Don’t make me laugh! The endless-fucking-wasteland that stretches for hundreds of miles with no food, water, or shelter and just happens to have a ridiculous amount of radiation poisoning, no, that’ll be a big piece of fucking cake right there,” she spat at him.

Kail’s eyes glazed for a moment as he whispered, “death’s better than this fucking place…”

At least he knows what he’s getting himself into.

“Whatever, you can rot here if you want,” his eyes went back to their clear, hard normalcy, “I’m not. Maybe I’ll see you again. Either way, I’ll know I at least made an attempt at freedom.”

“Fuck you. Don’t pull that bullshit on me. At least here, I know I’ll still be alive tomorrow.”

“Do you?”

Emrya didn’t have an answer for that question. No one knew for sure how long they had in this place. She decided to stick with her normal answer for questions she couldn’t or didn’t want to answer. “Fuck you.”

“Not anymore Angel.” He turned without giving her a second glance and took up his practically silent run down the isle, Emrya watching him leave, half of her screaming to go with him, half yawning and advising her to forget all about the whole thing and get some sleep. She was on work detail tomorrow.

She blinked one last look at Kail’s retreating form, then rolled over to face the wall, shut her eyes and drifted off into an indifferent sleep.

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Tue, 24 Apr 2007 04:01:03 GMT

It’s not one of them.

They wouldn’t be running.

They wouldn’t be…running.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Kail?”

Kail’s eyes glazed for a moment as he whispered, “death’s better than this fucking place…”

At least he knows what he’s getting himself into.

“Fuck you. Don’t pull that bullshit on me. At least here, I know I’ll still be alive tomorrow.”

“Do you?”

She blinked one last look at Kail’s retreating form, then rolled over to face the wall, shut her eyes and drifted off into an indifferent sleep.

This Is The End Emrya

Sun, 22 Apr 2007 09:31:11 GMT

It’s not one of them.

They wouldn’t be running.

They wouldn’t be…running.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Kail?”

Kail’s eyes glazed for a moment as he whispered, “death’s better than this fucking place…”

At least he knows what he’s getting himself into.

“Fuck you. Don’t pull that bullshit on me. At least here, I know I’ll still be alive tomorrow.”

“Do you?”

She blinked one last look at Kail’s retreating form, then rolled over to face the wall, shut her eyes and drifted off into an indifferent sleep.

I Fucking Love This Band ... and the brothers are HOTT O.O

Sat, 21 Apr 2007 06:17:12 GMT

Well Shit. . .

Thu, 19 Apr 2007 22:22:04 GMT

Damn. Almost an entire year without a post. What's ironic? That the 24th of this month of April--a whole year between posts if I had waited and actually got on then--would have been my five month anniversary with my ex-boyfriend Ace (Andrew) had we stayed together (we broke up a week ago). Heh. Funny how these ironies tend to happen to me. Well, do I have some catching up to do.

Not that anyone actually reads this anymore. I mean, shit, it's been a year.

Monday, April 24, 2006

Mon, 24 Apr 2006 21:01:33 GMT

Okay. About 2 weeks ago, I went to take a state-wide English 2 test. If I placed like top 3 or something I could win a scholorship. I was excited. Then I took the test. I thought I totally bombed it. So did my classmate who also took it. Then Ryan, the classmate, comes up to me the week after the test and says that one of use earned our school like 15 points or something like that and placed. Last week, I was told that I placed 5th out of 20 schools. GO ME! ^_^

My friend Maygen just had her baby on the 20th. A beautiful baby girl, though she was born premature. She is still at the hospital, though May is hoping that the tests will go well, tomarrow I think, and she will be allowed to come home. She weighs in at 5 lbs, 13 oz (her birth weight was 5 lbs, 12 oz). Please keep her in your prayers, no matter who you pray to.

I am currently working on a number of new writing projects. My biggest project has been put on hold right now though. The book I was writing it in seems to have been stolen while I was at school. It wouldn't be good for just anyone to read it. It pisses me off too, because it had to have been a classmate that took it. It was taken during Biology right after the standard writing test thingy and the whole class celebrating with donuts and orange juice. I go back into class after we're done eating in the lobby, and it's gone. That was last Thursday. It pisses me off...

I'm going to try my hand at a short story. One 10,000 words or less to send into the Realms of Fantasy magagize. If I have over 7500 words I could be paid 3 cents a word and the price would grow the more I was recognized. This is, of course, assuming I get picked at all. Though first I have to actually start, write, and finish a short story. I'm hopeful. I have to be. I need the money and I need the practice. I had promised myself that I would have a book written and ready to sell by my 18th birthday. I'm turning 17 in November and I haven't even gotten started yet! Fuck...

I seemed to have run out of things to talk about for now. I know I haven't updated in awhile; I'm going to work on that. I suppose I'll read you around. Have a nice day.

<3 Wings

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

Wed, 22 Mar 2006 04:10:13 GMT

EEK! ^__^ I passed my research paper with a 77! Yay me! and I think I passed my book test today. Hopefully I can get all my grades up pretty quick. I know I'm failing in at least one class, so Im going to have to fix that -_-'''

I'm almost finished writing the first chapter to mine and my friend's collaborative work on a Zutara fanfic. Did that sentence make any sense? O_O Oh well, I dont care. But the first chapter should be done soon, then I can get to work on the next one!

I found a wicked band from Finland. If you know me, which most of you dont, then you know I pretty much listen to anything and I especially have a weak spot for foreign bands. Anyway, they play anything from soft rock, to heavy metal, to classical music. I love it, they're awesome. Their name: Apocalyptica. Their first song I ever heard of theirs is actually my favorite one so far. It's called "Path." It's really good.

Well, I guess that's all for right now. Probably update soon k?

--Wings

Sunday, March 19, 2006

Sun, 19 Mar 2006 02:25:21 GMT

I updated my links

take a look k?

--Wings

The Stupidity of Family Members

Sun, 12 Mar 2006 14:51:54 GMT

My little, 14 year old sister was "detained" by the police today. She got caught at Waurika lake at around 2-230 in the am last night. Now everyone is pissed and bitching and I have to hear them. Fuck, I need a smoke. This is bullshit. Total and utter bullshit. She always pulls shit like this. This is the kinda of bull that makes it impossible for me to ever screw up. I'm going to be stuck as the good kid my entire fucking life. This sucks. If this interferes with my Spring Break plans, I am going to be so pissed. You can't imagine how pissed. FUCKING PISSED!

Hopefully I wont get killed in the crossfire. See yah

--Wings

When I think back to us....I realize I've always hated you...

Fri, 03 Mar 2006 05:46:16 GMT

When I think back to us....I realize I've always hated you...The way you look...The way you smell...The way you taste... I've always hated you...but in the night I whisper I love you... Why do you do this to me?... You've got me so fucked, I dont know which way is home... Want to know when I'm going to be over you?....a concieted, arrogant, selfish jerk like you?.... When I watch you bleed to death on the rain-slicked pavement of our lives...

--Wings