Real quick, cause I gotta get off. I got a site! Check it out. It'll tell you what it's about. If you don't like poetry, you don't have to join.
Okay, I'm editing because of my quickness to post this last night. But for those who didn't see this yet, I can now explain it in better detail...
My site is basically for posting your poetry, reading other's poetry, and commenting on them. You also get a journal and there are little games in the games forum to play around with. (so far there's two games.)
So I hope some of you like it and will join. But don't join just for me, only if you'll enjoy the site, kay? Lol.
~RL
I feel I should make a blog post.. I haven't in like a looong time. hmm.. here is something I wrote that is practically for me a typical weekday morning.. tell me what you think.. if it's good, boring, descriptive enough, you know..
My alarm clock woke me at precisely 6:23 AM as it did every brutal weekday morning. I forced my body out of the warm blankets and my feet touched the chilled floor. Only school lay ahead of me in the near future and it was only thing on my mind that I wanted to avoid. With nothing in particular to look forward to after 2:30 PM, I had no real motivation to not get back in bed and sleep another 2 and a half hours other than that I would fail my classes if I didn't.
I shivered my way down the stairs and found my way to the kitchen with half-open eyes and curled up on a kitchen chair in the warmest position I could get into that was still comfortable; a blanket around me. It was mid-January and the frost on the windows made it look gloomier outside.
I had made it through the worst of the morning, not surprisingly, and I kept my feet moving. The walk to school was not long if the weather wasn't 18 degrees outside. And since it was, I had my scarf, gloves, heavy jacket, and earmuffs on, and I dare not skip a beat in my steps for fear of arriving at the warm school later. That was the only thing the school was good for I always thought on my winter walks to school and relieved from my seemingly beginning frostbite upon stepping inside it's warm hallways. But I was soon reminded otherwise as I shivered once again in first block Science and it was time for a quiz.
So that's my typical morning.. Bleh, but it makes a good beginning to a story I think. xP
So anyway.. Everything's ok. Dang, it's windy right now! Red sky, too. rain. Sounds like a tonrado out there!
Actually, I find I don't have a lot to say... Hmm.. Well if i think of anything i'll add it later.. cya!
Billy looked worried and most of the others looked horrified as Brittany jitterilly pulled out her cell phone.
"Gimmee that!" Mike grabbed the phone and quickly began to dial 911.
Suddenly, Jared road by on his bike, laughing furiously. Life must just have been a silly game to him. Within a few seconds he was gone.
The ambulance arrived 8 minutes later and was swiftly driven away, Tom inside, no one allowed to go along. They merely watched as the ambulance disappeared around the corner. Billy's eye began to twitch and they all basically stood there, speechless.
They soon agreed to visit the hospital and see how Tom was doing the next day. After many calls, they all somehow got a ride. Tom was found in room 1230 sitting up looking quite miserable. He wasn't surprised when everyone walked into the room. Billy and Mike looked the most worried.
"Uh, Tom, any chance you've got amnesia or soemthin'... Heh..." Billy blinked vigorously.
"No."
Everyone stared. Tom began his story.
"Ok... So we went into the school that day afterwards and well Billy wanted to hug the projector goodbye and Mike thought he'd left something behind..."
..."I don't see it anywhere!" Mike groaned.
"Did you look under Ms. LoGrande's desk?" Tom asked.
"Yes..."
"What about in those cabinets?" Billy said, his head rested on the glass of the overhead, posing for a picture Tom was taking.
"Ahh, no..."
Just then, Fredy enters the room.
"Have you guys seen Martin? And, hey, what are you doing back in here, Billy?"
Billy explained as Fredy walked closer in.
"Found it!" Mike's hand flung into the air and the object flew from his hand and hit Fredy in the head, causing him to move back a few steps. And as he moved back he tripped on the bump on the floor and fell backwards, hitting his head against the corner of a desk and he lay silent on the floor.
"Oh shoot, we're going to be late!" Billy said.
"What about Fredy? He looks... dead..."Mike said.
"Oh, Just leave him, he's fine, he's just playing around!" Tom said as they left the room...
"Huh! So Fredy's death... was an accident?"
"Yeah, but now the truth's out..."
Everyone looked at each other in shock of the story, but relieved that no one was a cold-blooded killer.
"Told you" Lindsay said under her breath.
"Well it was not our fault, it was the 'growth' on the floor! They should sue the school, we told the principal, but-"
"So the seizure was... from... guilt?"
"What was the object anyway?"
"Oh, it was this really cool book about taking care of baby birds" said Mike.
"That sucks" Arthur frowned, stroking his "beard" mournfully.
And so they left the hospital.
Later, another meeting was announced. Why though? Everything was completely solved. It was over.
"Okay, why are we here?"
"WHY!? YOU KNOW PERFECTLY WELL WHY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" screamed Erin Farley.
"No, actually, ummm..."
"Where was I this whole time?"
"You never showed up."
"You picked days to meet without me!? I was only here one time and then at the hospital! I missed everything!!"
"Wow, sorry" said Lauren.
"Let's get another mystery!"
"This was no mystery, I knew the whole time."
"Well let's get another one! Start all over again!"
"Yeah, maybe this time nobody will be LEFT OUT!"
"Okay."
FIN
