Legend tells of an ancient Pharaoh who ruled the land of Egypt with an iron fist. He was a cruel, heartless man who killed his enemies and fed them to dogs. His name was Pharoh Heinzeptut. As the legend goes, he commanded his slaves to build him a great stone tower, from which he would rule the world. It was an impenetrable stronghold, with turrets and traps. And at it’s heart would be a cursed relic that would keep all intruders out of the stone tower. He conquered many and spared none. Angered by this, the gods themselves sent their wrath from the heavens, and buried the stone tower. Pharaoh Heinzeptut was buried with his tower, but not before swearing that the stone tower would rise again, and he would conquer the world again. Legend also says that three clues in the form of tablets were left by his followers, so that the tower would rise again.
People say chivalry is dead. And you know what? I agree with them. The definition of chivalry is the combination of qualities expected of an ideal knight. Basically courage, honor, courtesy, justice, and a readiness to help the weak. I haven’t really seen anyone like that in my lifetime. When we see someone getting mugged we just keep walking. We don’t even call the police. We ignore it and leave with a straight face while someone is getting the sh*t beat out of them. “As long as it’s not me” is what people think when another human is being raped or mugged, and that is anything but chivalry. And when it is one of us, we can scream to our friends all we want, but they’ll say “As long as it’s not me” and walk away. And the sad thing is that we won’t lie about our cowardice. We don’t try to cover up the fact that we’re afraid, because that’s the society we live in. Here we are, hiding in our homes, waiting for someone to fix everything. Not once do we consider that we have to fix it. Like Ghandi said, “You must be the change you wish to see in the world”. And that is how I feel.
I looked at the headstone and sighed. The date reminded me of times long gone. Of days when I was not cursed to walk the earth for eternity. Yes, I am dead. But I wasn’t always so. I was once a nobleman in 15th London. I admit I was not very wise. I feared death and searched for immortality. After seven years of searching, I had found it. A mirror that was used in demonic rituals and was said to contain the secret of immortality. Soon after I had acquired it, I drew the pentagram and began to chant the words. After hours of chanting, the mirror started to emit a low hum. As I chanted faster and faster, the mirror hummed louder and louder, until the mirror shattered and released a demon. “FREEDOM!” the demon bellowed. “AT LAST!” After the demon was finished, he looked at me and began to speak, “So mortal, you have freed me from my hellish prison. I assume you wish for immortality.” “Yes, I do.” I answered. “Make me immortal!” “It is not as simple as that.” he said. ” Though I may have been released, I have not achieved my full power.” I had started to become impatient. “Well then, how do you get your power?!” He grinned and said, “Since you released me, I’ll make you a deal. Bring me ten souls, and you will get your immortality.” After he stopped talking he started to fade away. “Wait! How do I get the souls?” I asked. “Kill them, carve the pentagram on their chest, and bring the bodies here.” he whispered. After he faded away, I had begun to laugh. “Soon, immortality will be mine!” I won’t go into detail, but my acts would have guarantied me a corner of hell. When I was finished, I brought the bodies to the pentagram. “I have the souls, now make me immortal!” He in a flash of fire. “Very well, your soul will never pass from the earth” As he said this, His hand burned with the pentagram, and he placed his hand on my chest. It was burned on my skin, but healed over quickly. “I feel…” I began to say, “INVINCIBLE!” The demon smiled and said, “Now the deal is complete. Enjoy.” He dissapeared in a ball of fire, taking the bodies with him. Suddenly the London police force broke down the door. It turned out they had been on my trail for weeks. I was sent to a holding cell, and was soon hung for my crimes. But as the demon said, my soul didn’t pass. Now here I am, haunting this earth for eternity.
There was a man on top of a hill, staring at the sunset. He wore a solemn expression, and it was as grim as the troubled mind behind it. He was currently recalling the fall. The year was 2011. The American economy had collapsed, halting trade with all other nations. Al Queda and the Taliban had finally conqured the middle east, aquirng the nuclear weapons they needed to begin world conquest. Oil reserves had run dry, and the toxins that cars and factories spewed into the atmosphere had reached a critical level. It was a painful memory, mostly because that was when the end had begun. All the memories flooded back into his very being. He remebers being drafted into the army, taking over the towns, and executing the survivors. He remembers the generals plotting their next attack. He remembers having to bury the bodies. He also remembers when the crisis escalated to global war. World War Three. The final war. Every one fought, America, England, Germany, South Africa, and much more. The United Nations had turned against itself. Even the tiniest communities had taken up arms for their countries. After twenty years, every country had destroyed each other with atomic bombs, air strikes, and stealth attacks. Out of over six billion people on the planet, only one stood. He stood alone, on top of a hill, staring at the sunset.
I am a tree.
I stand in a lonely clearing overlooking a beautiful pond.
My bare branches are in stark contrast to
when they were full in the summer.
The wind had started ripples that had changed
my reflection into a intricate pattern of waves and shadows.
Only at moments like these
I feel at peace.
4:30 -wake up ~AM
4:44 -wake up Logan with claws
4:54 -kill bird
5:16 -eat bird head
5:27 -leave bird body on porch
5:34 -launch missle
5:48 -kill pedestrian
5:52 -eat body
6:23 -activate doomsday clock
6:34 -fix doomsday clock
6:41 -take midmorning nap
8:32 -wake up from nap
8:45 -launch another missle
8:57 -invade foreign country
10:43 -receive goods from defeated country
11:13 -take another nap
3:42 -wake up from nap ~PM
4:21 -kill neighbor cat
4:46 -hide neighbor cat’s body
5:17 -build teleporter
5:23 -teleport to alternate reality
7:39 -return from alternate reality
7:55 -hide from teleporter explosion
8:12 -take nap
4:29 -ambush Logan in sleep
I was once doing a matter-transporter experiment with a stray cat I found, but a spider crawled into the pod and combined with the cat. When it came out the other pod, it had six eyes and a sideways mouth. Then it grew eight legs. And I mean GIANT legs, sort of like spider legs. Somehow, it learned to breath fire and become evil. It went on a rampage in downtown eugene, which no one really cared about. Seriously, no one ever cares what happens in Oregon. Only California. They’re really shallow and dumb. Back to the story at hand. I had to use a transporter ray to seperate the the genetic codes of the cat and the spider in the same way they were combined. Of course, a bird flew in front of the transporter and combined with the spider-cat. And then it became a spider-bird-cat. Then I got so mad, I destroyed the abomintation with a bazooka and went home.
Go DUCKS!I recently imagined a person with traits of most of my relatives. He likes to play video games like my brother. He has a love of rock bands from the 70′s like my Dad. He likes taking naps and going on fishing trips (and taking naps on fishing trips) like my grandfather. He also likes to read books like my grandmother. Then I realized this perfectly described me. I like playing video games, I like 70′s rock bands (namely Black Sabbath), I like taking naps and going fishing, and I like taking naps on fishing trips, I like to read books, and I like to imagine. So, if I imagined myself as a combination, and then it came to life, wouldn’t that mean I would have a twin brother? Why am I waiting for confirmation from you? It would! That would be awesome! I can do all sorts of stuff, like get on top of the roof to throw things at passerby, and be in two places at once! Like, I could sneak up on someone, and scare them really bad. Then, my twin brother could sneak up and scare them when they turn around! But, of course, this is just wishful thinking. I have never had a twin brother, and I never will. *sigh*
