i've been a fan of fanfiction.net (is it only me or does that just sound totally redundant?!) for a long time now, at least a few years, and i've finally gotten around to putting up some stories of my own. I can hear the painful shreaks of my friends now, probably screaming at random people that the world is about to end... hopefully it's not... anyway, I'm using this site to get some of my stories out of my head and down on paper (okay so its not real paper, i know) and maybe get some helpfull advice on how i can improve my writing, Lord knows i need it. These are just random, most likely super, super, super short.
so some info about me (not interested then please, scroll down and check out my stories!) i have a sense of humor (meaning i'll laugh at practically anything) and i make ALOT of lame jokes (extremely lame according to me friends). i always seem to do or say something stupid and my friends just can't seem to forget about ANY of it (so embarassing). umm... what else... i LOVE to read, absolutely positively LOVE to read, so if you know any good books or fanfics let me know!... anything i'm missing... propbably... yup, as you can tell i babble and i write the way i think (i just can't help it, it's a habit i've tried to break and it just doesn't seem to go away), i'm an atrocious speller ( i love spell check!), i love anime and manga, i love soccer, i LOVE music (almost as much as i love to read), i'm a girl... single... oh, i'm seventeen, and loud, and shy (don't know how that works but it's true) and i love to draw (especially with charcoal, it captures movement so well) and since it's finally '08 i'm graduating YAH!
"Compared with the forest, what was our village? What were our paltry shelters made from the bones of trees, our dingy fires that burned those bones allive, our abscene ash heaps? We hid in our hovels, pretending the forest was not all around us, though it sang while the ax gnawed at its edges. it grew and breathed and cast its long shadows. And yet-was there ever so beautiful a cathedral? Next to the forest, I realized, the chapel looked shrunken and slouched..."
An excerpt from Martine Leavitt's "Keturah and Lord Death" that i found thought provoking and worthy of being shared.
Dulce et Decorum Est
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame, all blind;
Of gas-shells dropping soflty behind.
Gas! GAS! Quick boys!- An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime.-
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams before my helpless sight
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some wmothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watched the white eyes writhering in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin,
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs
Bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,-
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old lie: "Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori."
- Wilfred Owen (1893-1918)
"it is sweet and becoming to die for one's country"
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