Immortals

just1jared — Tue, 14 Oct 2008 03:28:32 +0000

Thud Thud. Thud Thud. Thud Thud. Whether it was the sound of my feet or of my fast heart beat it was the same. The moon was rising in the sky and I was running ready to get the vision of this moon’s time. As I ran a stumbled slightly over some roots that the trees produced, but I found my feet again and I kept running. I ran until I was out of breath. Then I ran some more. I was late for the Moon Meeting, where we all have to meet lest we die.

I don’t believe you understand. Let me start from the Beginning.
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more later. im gonna sleep now.

Immortals: A story to come soon.

just1jared — Tue, 07 Oct 2008 03:09:44 +0000

Hey! look out for this story coming to ya soon! yeah…

The Classics

just1jared — Sun, 14 Sep 2008 20:05:58 +0000

I pulled into the Wal-Mart parking lot with the CD in my hand. “Beethoven At His Finest,” it read, but it didn’t mean it. I knew that for sure. I opened the door of my car and the cold wind bit at my flesh. I quickly jogged up to the automatic doors. They opened to me, even though they fought against the bitter cold of Alaska.

Once I was inside I shook my self dry and continued on into the store. I went up to Customer Service and slammed the CD on the counter. The lady with the name tag of Barbra looked up at me and I knew I could see the hate in her eyes. This day was kept on getting better and better. She glared at me and in a raspy voice she demanded to know what I wanted.

I mustered up all of the confidence I could and choose my words carefully. I spoke quick and light telling her that the CD in the case was the wrong CD. I explain that it was not my classical music at all but the hardest rock that must have come from the darkest pits of hell. She looked at me sourly and commanded that I give her the CD. I reached over the counter with the CD in my hand to give it to her. That’s when everything went crazy.

Barbra took the CD from my hand and flung it across the room. I turned around to see what had happened but I couldn’t see the case anywhere. Then I realized where it was after a man fell down dead. I ran towards the door when Barbra took all the items from the reserved box and threw them in all directions.

That’s all I remember of the mortal world.

The Eagle.

just1jared — Tue, 02 Sep 2008 21:41:34 +0000

I looked down to the ground below. Many were gathering, almost too many. I pushed downward on the air below me and sprung up. Then I quickly went down in a miraculous dive. They came closer to me while I went my fastest. I noticed me speed and how fast Mother Earth was coming up to greet me so I leaned back and stretched my wondrous wings. Wind push against me and I soon stopped neatly on a Pine Tree’s branch. And there I stayed during the humans’ meeting.
“What are we going to do?” Stated a chubby male in old age. The crowd gathered around began to murmur amongst themselves. “Well? We have to pick one. And you know where I stand.” The crowd looked around confused. The old man sighed. “I stand on the Turkey’s side.” My beak clenched with the sound of the traitor’s name. “I think that the turkey would make an excellent national bird…” I flew off at that point. I had so much to think about.
I needed to know why the turkey was chosen, and not I, the majestic bald eagle. I flew long and hard against the troubling air, because it was getting dark and stormy and the wind had picked up fast. I turned around and quickly went to my nest. At my nest, my wife was waiting for me with an angry look in her eye. “Where were you! I’ve been waiting for you to come home since the Father Sun landed in the sea!”
I sighed. “You know you could just say that you’ve been waiting since it got ‘dark’ or when the sun ‘set.’” I just didn’t see the need to stick to our fore fathers’ terminology. The humans’ was so much easier to say.
She stared at me for a while, with hate in her eyes, the shrieked at me “You still haven’t told me why you were out so late! Where were you!”
I casually replied, “Come on Marsha, I just went out for a ride.”
“A ride? A ride?! You know that it is most dangerous to ride at night of all times!”
“Come on … you know me, I’m a safe driver.”
“What if you crashed Bill. “What if you crashed, Bill. You know that our insurance can’t handle a new wing job. Or at least you should know.” I nodded because I didn’t want the whole neighborhood to wake up because of Marsha’s persistent screeching. So we kissed each other good night and went to bed, besides the reluctance to sleep by each other.
That night I dreamed a dream. I was flying high above the clouds. The sun beating against my back. I was looking down at the clouds, deciding what they looked like. Most of the ones I saw resembled a certain something like mashed potatoes, cotton candy and often a Q-tip. Then I soared down through the clouds and peered down to the land below. It was all in an inverse color, so the white was black and therefore the black was white. But the colors were also changed to their irregular inverses. I shuddered to look upon this land of mixed pascals. It sent chills down my spine.
In the mixed up world I saw children playing games and talking in a language my ears couldn’t understand. But I knew the language. French. One said to another, “Voulez-vous un glace apres ce joue?
The other looked at the other and simply replied, “Oui, mais j’aime le glace chocolat.” I leaned in as close as I could, but I couldn’t understand a single word of it. the only clue I had was a small ball, a long shaft of wood, and finally a leather glove in there hands. I could only assume they were plotting something major. Something to big for their human minds. Then I realized, the must have been talking about the turkey! Which means that my one rival may become a national leader of some sort!
I couldn’t let that happen, no world deserved to be associated with that foul. So I flew up back through the clouds and straight out of my unconsciousness.
After I woke up immediately I said my formalities to Marsha and went out to become a pain in the turkey’s feathers. I decided it was best for me to go and make a public appearance. So I found the biggest building I could. Which turned out to be a big white house. I flew around the outside of the building looking for the right place to make my entrance. After a while I found a room with a big oval carpet, and its window was open. So I casually glided into the room and perched my self on top of a chair. There was quite a large crowd so I looked them from my right profile (I think that side is better) screamed my battle cry and stretched my wing span. The crowd stared at me with a wondering awe. Then I flew back out from whence I came.
While flying away I heard so English being exchanged from the inside, “Mr. President, I think that that was purely coincidence and that the turkey could-”
“Mr. Franklin, be quiet. I think that we have found our bird.”
“But Mr. President-”
“Silence Ben, or I will have you silenced.”
“Yessir.” With that my beak grew into a smile larger than life itself. So I flew home. It was early in the afternoon but I decided that Marsha would be happy to see me. Also I could tell her the good news. But as I came in sight with my humble nest I call my home, I saw Frederick there. Kissing Marsha passionately, and she was kissing him back. I closed my eyes tightly at the horrid sight and opened the only to see a drunken eagle come and hit me head on. I blacked out quicker than you could say ‘Hey man, watch where you are going you chirpen drunken eagle.”
I woke up back in my humble nest I no longer called home. Marsha was looking over me, with a look I couldn’t describe. It showed mercy but was unmerciful. It showed compassion, and yet fear at the same time. Apologetic yet, unforgiving. I asked her what happened. She replied, “Well when you were hit, Freddy…” I tensed at the sound of his name. “I mean Frederick, just happened to be flying around the neighborhood and was strong enough to lift you up right before you hit the water. It was remarkable,” She said with a gleam in her eye.
I noticed the gleam and thought of ways that I could possibly win back MY wife’s love. After a long while of thought I decided that the only way to gain back her love was to defeat the turkey. I needed to be the national symbol. I needed the fight the turkey, me verses him. A battle to the death, but before I could fight I needed rest. So I slept a dreamless sleep. I woke when the sun was the highest in the sky. So I left my nest to find the turkey.
I heard him in the forest. I landed behind him and there he was, as turkey-ish as ever, Robert Richard the Ripper, or as I called him, Bobby Dick the Chick…en. He was nothing compared to me, but he had a reputation, all I had was a cheating wife. “Bobby!” He turned around, so I continued. “Its now or never! You and me! A fight to the death! The victor will be the national symbol and the loser will be eaten for the rest of this nation’s time!” I had finished yelling at him.
“Then let’s fight,” he said simply and as he did a huge bolt of lightning gave way in the sky releasing Mother Nature’s rain upon us. Bobby charged me and head butted me. I took it like a male and stood up and flew up a little and dive bombed him feet first. He reached up, grabbed my talons and flung me against the nearest tree. I was breathing heavily, so I pointed behind him and yelled, “Oh no! A hungry Indian!” He turned around and I took my chance. I threw my right wing at him.
I caught him right in the goblet. I shocked him a bit, but not enough to have any effect. So I threw in a left jab and a scissors kick in. He back up slowly, reached deep in his feathers and pulled out a knife. By then, I was scared. He charged me with hate in his hateful beady eyes. I sidestepped naturally to the left and dodged it by a feather. I karate-chopped his hand and he let go of the knife. I then went up behind him and pinched his nerve. His body went ridged and he was a board. A stiff board that I could move to my own will. So I lifted his head straight up and said to him, “I’m sorry I had to do this but, you pulled a knife and you let out the beast in me.”
The humans were approaching because of our fight so when they got there they saw their beloved turkey drowning of what they thought of as stupidity. So they choose me as the national bird. And now I also have Marsha back, and we have 4 eggs right now ready to hatch any day. And that is my story. That is my life, and I have no regrets.

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Immortals

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The Classics

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