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politics
by FlyingTrash on October 25, 2012No CommentsI dont care about politics. Now what I do like is watching people fight over who they think is the better person. its ammusing.
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dirt
by FlyingTrash on September 25, 2012No Commentsso learned today someone tried split me and my gf up.....
failure sir.... one lie aint going to do it.
so the other day my physics teacher ask us a question: "if a gorilla and a banana where dropped from the top of the school, which would land first?"
everyone said the gorilla would land first, when asked why they said the gorilla would eat the banana before it hit the ground. we have a tall school.
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English creation myth.....
by FlyingTrash on September 17, 2012No Commentsits a fail story but ok. kinda stole a charater from dr who:
In a dark, wet, overgrown place, where the trees where so thick they were like walls and they enclosed all life with in it, humans lived peacefully with animals and always present Reticence.
           The reticence where almost alien in looks but lived on the planet longer then the humans. They rarely talked to humans and didn’t really care for them. They liked their quiet life, where all they did was sit around and discuss problems with their dark green world.
           One day a group of humans where wondering around when they found a semi active lava bed. They liked the warmth the lava gave them. One of them stupidly decided to jump into the lava! He was burned to a crisp. The others saw this and wondered if this warm red stuff could burn wood? So they broke a branch off a nearby tree and threw it into the lava. The branch caught on fire and then disappeared into the lava. The humans thought this was a very funny thing so they spent the next few hours throwing branches, bushes, and one of them decided to throw a rabbit it. The others yelled at him because he wasted their dinner.
           The reticence noticed the noisy humans and went to investigate. They watch as the humans kept throwing branches into the lava and laugh at them as they burned up. Now the reticence wanted to get out of this green prison they had been trapped in for centuries. They waited for the humans to fall asleep then they took a long branch and stuck one end near the lava so it would catch fire. Then they built up a pile of branches near one of the outer trees and threw the burning branch on to it. The pile of branches caught fire and quickly consumed the tree it was under and several around it. The tree quickly burned away into ash revealing an open prairie with no trees! Now the fire had attracted the humans and they followed the reticence out through the burned hole in the tree line.
           For a long time the humans grew smarter and so did the reticence. The humans became smarted and started towns and build cities and grew into a huge civilization. The reticence had also grown smarter. They had learned how to communicate telepathically and with this ability they made themselves invisible to the humans and all other life.
           The reticence saw that the human’s population was growing too big. If they didn’t stop reproducing they would eat all the food in the world. The reticence didn’t like this because they too needed food so they decided to make the humans kill each other and this is where we get war, but war didn’t keep the human population down as much as the reticence wanted. So they also created disease and moved humans around the vast world to different locations. This helped slow the great population jump. Now all this power over the humans made the reticence greedy for power. They all wanted to control people so they created this idea of one human being controlled by a reticence that would control large amounts of people. This is where we get governments and this is how it is going to be forever, or until someone comes along and breaks the telepathic curse over humans that keeps them from seeing their controllers. But even then, we have already tasted of power and greed has moved into our minds and is controlling everyone. So even if the reticence where eliminated we would still try to kill each other because that is how we have lived for centuries and how we will continue to live.
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                                   The end of the story is now.
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school
by FlyingTrash on August 28, 2012No Commentsschool is starting up again so ima start becoming more active now.
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Zombie Book Ending Final Draft!
by FlyingTrash on May 09, 2012Here the full story finally is! It may be the best stories ive written in awhile. Angelo liked the island. The peace full breeze in the morning calmed his soul from the nightmares he was having more frequently. The terrors of his former life in Italy were not doing any good for his health. His hair was almost completely white from the stress even though he had barley turned 38. Hector had died a few years back. His death hadn’t had the effect he thought it would have on him. The old man spent the rest of his days sitting on the beach watching the wave’s role onto the shore. His mind seemed to be at rest. Angelo wondered at times what Hector was thinking? Was he thinking of the war? Was he thinking of his kids he’d probable never see again? The thought of never being able to see your children again sent shivers down Angelo’s back. He made a promise to him self never to have kids ever. He didn’t want them to have the pain of losing a father to haunt them for rest of there lives. The statue head sat on a pedestal in the main hall of his luxurious home on the beach front. Angelo would sometimes stop and stare at the head for long periods of time, wondering if this head was a miracle or a curse? Ever since he had set his eyes on it, things didn’t seem to go his way. Yes he was a multi-millionaire, but money was nothing to him. He had got it making things safe. Safety. Such a weird word he thought to himself. There is no such thing as safety. In a world of war, diseases, death, safety seemed like a coward’s heaven. There could never be something that was 100% safe. The notion of there being no risk in anything made Angelo sad. He prayed silently that if that day ever came, that he would never see it. The new day was barely upon Angelo when he woke up. Sweat flowing from his face like water falls of salt water. It was then that Angelo thought and said aloud, “I can’t go on like this any more! All the People of the world need to know what it is the feel fear, to see safety as a past thing. An imaginary world that once was!” He recalled seeing and article about a man who was going to make a movie about people that came back from the dead to kill and turn other living humans into what they had become. A zombie is what he called it, a reanimation of a formerly dead person that was been reborn with the hunger for flesh. The idea seemed impossible to Angelo. The article said that zombies were created when a human was dosed with radiation then killed. He knew the U.S. would not let him use one of their nuclear bombs if they had any more. Even with his limited knowledge of human biology Angelo knew that this way of creating a zombie was going to be too impossible for him. Angelo decided to ask some experts on whether he could create a zombie by another means. As he was writing the letters his kind, Jamaican butler came into the room. “Anything I can help you sir?” he asked “No, unless you know a biology professor that would mind working on a small project I am thinking of starting?” “Actually,” he replied, “I do know of one that may want to come under your services” “Great! Who is this man and where does he live so that can mail him my idea?” “Great Britain, sir, and his name is Professor George Romero.” “Thank you Rashan. Now can you get me some tea? My throat is parched.” Rashan bowed then quickly left the room. Angelo quickly addressed the letter this Professor Romero, drank his tea then had Rashan bring his automobile around and take him to the local post office in the harbor. The ride was a quite one. The island seemed to still be asleep even though it was high noon. He didn’t hear one bird, didn’t see one person on the road that day. When they entered the harbor people started to appear. The smell of salty fish, salt water brought back memories of his trip to America. The trip seemed to take forever, even though there were no storms or rough water he still got seasick several times. After dropping off the letter he proceeded to the local bar to pick up a few kegs of rum. He was going to need them in the days to come. The next few days pasted dreadfully slow. The nights were plagued by nightmares about silent forests, people dying and letters that he could not finish writing. Those nights were leaving Angelo more and more stressed and tired. Rashan suggested that he should find something to occupy his mind so that these reoccurring nightmares would leave him. He suggested that he should find a girl, someone to occupy his mind, force him to center his thoughts on things other then what had happened in the past. There had not been a lot of women in Angelo’s life. Besides the secretaries he had there had only been a small handful of women that seemed to spark the interest of Angelo, but they had all been too far to touch or had already been taken. The one that had almost clicked and was the last one was a shy girl from California named Savanna. Angelo had met her after one of his long boring business meetings. She was working at the local coffee shop near his work in New York. The relationship didn’t work out. This had a terrible affect on Angelo, and it ended his attempts to get married. Angelo hated losing people, even at work when people quit it would send him into a period of solitude. The day finally came when his reply from Prof. Romero came back, and it was a yes. Prof. Romero had agreed to help him solve this problem but he said he would need a new lab with better equipment. Angelo was overjoyed! he hastily wrote his reply back to the Professor and then left quickly to hire the local builder to have him build a lab near his house. The months went by at a snails pace. The lab was constructed at lightning speed and filled with equipment even faster that Angelo had bought and what Prof. Romero had brought over. Their work consisted of tedious research and analysis of legends, records of deaths, and spiritual rituals. All this work took them about 3 weeks. The spiritual rituals would take too long for them to create the chaos they were going for. The legends were not verifiably true so they were tossed out the metaphorical window. They found this poison named Bacillus anthracis and combined it with the plant named Agaricus bisporus brunnescens and some animals’ cells from the animal Hirudinea. The disease would be air born and would enter people’s lungs and enter the blood stream. It would then plant its self in the brain and grow, killing the person and allowing the animal inside its head to take control. They named it Zombicousis armageddon. A very fitting name for a disease that will wreak havoc on the world thought Angelo. The only problem they had was transporting this disease. They knew that couldn’t just let it go in one city because it wouldn’t spread fast enough. The problem bugged them for maybe a day then they came up with the answer. Airplanes! They could get all over the world and a relatively quick manner. After almost one year their quest was almost complete! Angelo and Prof. Romero had worked day in and day out to finish this cure for disease of “safety.” The world would finally know that safety was a relative thing. It could not be achieved, especially after their cure was shown to the world. Their first destination for their trip was Italy. Angelo hated going back to the place where his life was almost ended, where he lost his chocolate friend. The plan they had drew up was a simple one. Release the Cure as they had come to call it. Little did either know that their plot to cure the world was found out by the pretty new Central Intelligence Agency or the C.I.A. to most people. They had been monitoring ever since Prof. Romero moved down from England. They now had agents all around the air port in Rome, Italy and snipers hidden on top of buildings. Their intent, to kill Angelo and Prof. Romero and keep the disease they formed from escaping into the world. Their operation would have been a success except for one small coincidence. At the airport to, was Savanna, and by a chance miracle she bumped into Angelo. It was at that second the snipers chose to fire. Prof. Romero was killed instantly by two shots to his chest and throat. Angelo was hit in the shoulder and thigh! He collapsed onto the floor crushing the vials containing the Cure which the C.I.A. thought was in his briefcase. The Agents around the body quickly shoed Savanna away and disposed of the bodies and cleaned the floor where they had fallen. They thought the mission was a success until four weeks later when local authorities found what looked like to be a dead woman walking around London, Great Britain. The efforts of Angelo and Prof. Romero where an almost success, the disease now is called cancer and is quickly disposed of by doctors. They have found cures for different strains of the disease but not all have been eradicated and still cause thousands of deaths a year. The world may never know safety from a disease again.No Comments -
Zombie Book Ending Part 2
by FlyingTrash on May 08, 2012Sorry there isn't as much as the previous one. The next few days pasted dreadfully slow. The nights were plagued by nightmares about silent forests, people dying and letters that he could not finish writing. Those nights were leaving Angelo more and more stressed and tired. Rashan suggested that he should find something to occupy his mind so that these reoccurring nightmares would leave him. He suggested that he should find a girl, someone to occupy his mind, force him to center his thoughts on things other then what had happened in the past. There had not been a lot of women in Angelo’s life. Besides the secretaries he had there had only been a small handful of women that seemed to spark the interest of Angelo, but they had all been too far to touch or had already been taken. The one that had almost clicked and was the last one was a shy girl from California named Savanna. Angelo had met her after one of his long boring business meetings. She was working at the local coffee shop near his work in New York. The relationship didn’t work out. This had a terrible affect on Angelo, and it ended his attempts to get married. Angelo hated losing people, even at work when people quit it would send him into a period of solitude. The day finally came when his reply from Prof. Romero came back, and it was a yes. Prof. Romero had agreed to help him solve this problem but he said he would need a new lab with better equipment. Angelo was overjoyed! he hastily wrote his reply back to the Professor and then left quickly to hire the local builder to have him build a lab near his house. The months went by at a snails pace. The lab was quickly constructed and filled with equipment Angelo had bought and what Prof. Romero had brought over.No Comments -
Zombie Book Ending Part 1
by FlyingTrash on May 07, 2012This is an essay i have to write for English class so why not put it up on here. not completely done with it yet but more will come soon :) Angelo liked the island. The peace full breeze in the morning calmed his soul from the nightmares he was having more frequently. The terrors of his former life in Italy were not doing any good for his health. His hair was almost completely white from the stress even though he had barley turned 38. Hector had died a few years back. His death hadn’t had the effect he thought it would have on him. The old man spent the rest of his days sitting on the beach watching the wave’s role onto the shore. His mind seemed to be at rest. Angelo wondered at times what Hector was thinking? Was he thinking of the war? Was he thinking of his kids he’d probable never see again? The thought of never being able to see your children again sent shivers down Angelo’s back. He made a promise to him self never to have kids ever. He didn’t want them to have the pain of losing a father to haunt them for rest of there lives. The statue head sat on a pedestal in the main hall of his luxurious home on the beach front. Angelo would sometimes stop and stare at the head for long periods of time, wondering if this head was a miracle or a curse? Ever since he had set his eyes on it, things didn’t seem to go his way. Yes he was a multi-millionaire, but money was nothing to him. He had got it making things safe. Safety. Such a weird word he thought to himself. There is no such thing as safety. In a world of war, diseases, death, safety seemed like a coward’s heaven. There could never be something that was 100% safe. The notion of there being no risk in anything made Angelo sad. He prayed silently that if that day ever came, that he would never see it. The new day was barely upon Angelo when he woke up. Sweat flowing from his face like water falls of salt water. It was then that Angelo thought and said aloud, “I can’t go on like this any more! All the People of the world need to know what it is the feel fear, to see safety as a past thing. An imaginary world that once was!” He recalled seeing and article about a man who was going to make a movie about people that came back from the dead to kill and turn other living humans into what they had become. A zombie is what he called it, a reanimation of a formerly dead person that was been reborn with the hunger for flesh. The idea seemed impossible to Angelo. The article said that zombies were created when a human was dosed with radiation then killed. He knew the U.S. would not let him use one of their nuclear bombs if they had any more. Even with his limited knowledge of human biology Angelo knew that this way of creating a zombie was going to be too impossible for him. Angelo decided to ask some experts on whether he could create a zombie by another means. As he was writing the letters his kind, Jamaican butler came into the room. “Anything I can help you sir?” he asked “No, unless you know a biology professor that would mind working on a small project I am thinking of starting?” “Actually,” he replied, “I do know of one that may want to come under your services” “Great! Who is this man and where does he live so that can mail him my idea?” “Great Britain, sir, and his name is Professor George Romero.” “Thank you Rashan. Now can you get me some tea? My throat is parched.” Rashan bowed then quickly left the room. Angelo quickly addressed the letter this Professor Romero, drank his tea then had Rashan bring his automobile around and take him to the local post office in the harbor. The ride was a quite one. The island seemed to still be asleep even though it was high noon. He didn’t hear one bird, didn’t see one person on the road that day. When they entered the harbor people started to appear. The smell of salty fish, salt water brought back memories of his trip to America. The trip seemed to take forever, even though there were no storms or rough water he still got seasick several times. After dropping off the letter he proceeded to the local bar to pick up a few kegs of rum. He was going to need them in the days to come.1 Comment -
hi
by FlyingTrash on April 10, 2012so this is my rare journal. lawl. have a nice day allNo Comments -
long time no see
by FlyingTrash on January 11, 2012well its been awhile since ive done one of these, nothing much has happened around my town. soccer season started and its gotten really cold down here and i think its screwed up my temperature feeling cause i can't really tell if its cold or hot any more. gotta concert in a week or two and a camping trip with some friends this weekend. its going to be awesome! we have a tradition that we play mud football during these trips at some time its pretty fun even when its really cold. that week end also marks the anniversary of my friendship with one other person, and i think some sparks are going to fly if they come cause we aren't on.... good terms with each other. tho i hope we can work things out. zombie ep by the devil wears prada is still a legit ep that is awesome! nothing else going on, might post a another weird story the coming weeks. well this is good bye and as always have a nice day :DNo Comments
another story:
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In a dark forest just out side of a small city, on a dirt path that winds through it, three lonely people are trying to find there way to the other side. Erik is a timid, yet very buff football linebacker. Amy is a somewhat normal girl except that she likes to dress up as random, fiction movie character, and finally Alice who likes to spend her time reading and creating horror stories.
Erik: *with his arm on Amy’s shoulder* “See, I told you guys that this was a short cut.â€
Alice: “This forest reminds me of the one used in Wolfman. *eyes sparkling with excitement*
Amy: “oh, shut up you scary freak.â€
Alice: “uh…ok….*the excitement in her eyes dies*
Erik: oh come on. Quit fighting ya’ll. It ruins the moment.
Alice: “what moment? You can’t have a moment in a place like this!â€
Erik: “well ok. Don’t explode over that…â€
*they walk for awhile in silence. A calm peace settles over the forest*
Erik: “this is taking forever! I think we took a wrong turn or something…â€
Alice: “figures you wouldâ€
Amy: “why must you be so negative?â€
 Alice: “I really don’t know…. Why do you care?â€
*they all stop in the middle of the path at the sound of this question*
Amy: “cuz you’re making me mad!†*she breaks contact with Erik and stands there staring at Amy*
Erik: hay! Quit fighting ya’ll! *a sudden flash of light followed by what sounds like thunder causes everyone to stop what they are doing. The eerie sound of wolves howling breaks the silence*
Amy: “what in the……â€*quickly running back to stand behind Erik*
Alice: “I don’t think those are puppies!
Erik: “no duh Sherlock. Unless you wanna stay and cuddle with them, let’s get out of here!!â€
*as they all turn to leave a beast that likes of no one has seen before bursts from the forest brush! Its gleaming, fire red eyes were set on Amy as it lunges for her! it jumped for Amy’s neck but wasn’t fast enough! The only meat it found was the meat on Erik’s fist as it smashes to the ground!! But even this counter attack wasn’t enough to keep the beast from slashing Amy’s thigh open.*
Amy: “AAAGH!! My leg!
Erik: “come on! *in one swift movement, Erik quickly picks up Amy and finishes of the hellhound*
Alice: “this way!! I see a place where we can hide!â€
*they all sprint for cabin hidden away in a grove of trees.*
Alice: “dangit! The door is stuck!â€
Erik: “not if I don’t have anything to say about it!â€
*Erik sets Amy down, and then with a swift blow from his fist the door swings open. They all run in slam the door back just as a hellhound was about to make contact with Erik’s back*
Erik: “quickly move that shelf in front of the door too keep them from getting in.â€
Alice: “ okâ€
Amy: “but for how long?â€
Alice: “Amy! You’re bleeding! What happened?â€
Amy: “one of those beasts got my leg. It would have killed me but Erik saved me.â€
Alice: “oh… that was you screaming… thought it was one of the wolves.â€
Erik: “those aren’t wolves. Its like hell took all the worst animals traits in the world and smashed them into the beast we just saw.â€
Amy: “hehe, hellhounds. That’s what we should call them.â€
Alice: “that works for me.â€
Erik: “I think we should look for food and water in here, cuz I think we might be here awhile.â€
Amy: *wincing in pain* ill help.
Erik: “no. say put. That wound looks bad. Ill try to close it up with my shirt.
*Erik takes off his shirt and wraps Amy’s leg with it. He then moves off to search the cabin. The only things they found in their search were some rags and a dead rabbit skeleton.*
Amy: “I’m not feeling good. I’m feeling very hot.â€
Alice: *putting her hand to her forehead* “gosh! You are hot! You’re like a fire. Erik did you find any water?
Erik: “I did find a pump but it looked like it was broken.â€
Amy: “Erik, tell me a story like you used to do.
Erik: uh, ok: There once was a knight that lived in a far away land. He was dashing in appearance, and his was a smart as he was good looking. Also in this land was a very beautiful princess. Sadly this princess had fallen captive to the evil dragon master, Necro.
He had trapper her in a wooden tower in the middle of a forest. The knight, hearing of this evil act, grabbed his sword and shield and set off to find this tower. He finds the tower and smashes through the wooden door with a crash!†*at that moment, a wooden picture frame falls and smashes to the ground inside the cabin*
Alice: “AAGH! What was that? “
Erik: “probable just the wolves banging against the cabin. Back to the story: the knight runs through the tower, trying to find the princess. The only thing he finds is a lone door, guarded by a dragon. He puts up his shield just in time to block a fire blast from the beast. He runs and rolls under the dragon to the door and goes through it. He finds the princess but the dragon breaks through the door and shoots a fire ball at them!!â€
Amy: *groaning in pain* “Erik, help me…. I feel something trying to come out of meâ€
Erik: “its ok, its ok. *he puts his hand to her head and quickly pulls it back!* “dang! You’re freaking hot!â€
Amy: “hehe, I know.â€
Erik: “not like that. You are burning up, like you’re on fire!â€
Amy: “I know… I'm dying… I can feel death coming for me…â€
Erik: “no. don’t talk like that. That the heat talking, you’re going to be fine.â€
Amy: “no… I can feel it slowly rising. It is going to take me.†*the heat around Amy is intensifying. Erik and Alice jump back in fear. Tears and sweat mix on Erik’s face as the heat grows. *
Amy: “I love you†*the ground around Amy ignites in a blue fire. The suddenly subsides and Amy hangs her head, and then with a rush a blue fire aurora engulfs Amy! The fire burns everything around her. The silhouette of Amy slowly disappears and the form of a wolf takes its place. The flaming aurora subsides and what is left is a beast like the one that attacked them on the path. The fire in its eyes is fresh as it turns its head towards Erik and Alice. A low growl comes from the beast as in slowly walks forward, towards them. Erik steps in front of Alice in an attempt to protect her. The beast charges and jumps at Erik. It knocks him down and a book case as well.*
Erik: “quick! Get out!! Run away! Ill hold it off.â€
Alice: “what….â€
Erik: *with one quick motion he kicks the hellhound off him and it lands on a sharp board sticking out of the smashed shelf* “AAGH! Its dead!!â€
Alice: “your bleeding!â€
Erik: “eh.. ill live….â€
Alice: “how? Didn’t the same thing happen too Amy? And she became that thing that tried to kill us!â€
Erik: “its not that bad. Just a small bite on my arm nothing much.â€
Alice: “oh no… you’re next…. And then I'm going to be all alone…. Both my friends dead… stuck in a cabin surrounded by killer beasts from hell…â€
Erik: “no. I'm not going to become what killed Amy.â€
Alice: “you lie.â€
Erik: “well what do you want me to do? Do you want me too kill my selfâ€
Alice: “yes! Just go kill your self!â€
*Alice slowly walks over to a corner and sits down and starts to cry. At the same moment rain starts to fall. It slowly falls on the lone figure now, standing outside of the cabin. Rain and blood mix on his arms and chest. Dark silhouettes of the beast that caused this mess appear around him. They smell the fear in his eyes as he stares them down. He can feel the heat starting to rise in him. He knows he won’t last long. The beast inside him will escape he thinks. With a roar that echoed off the trees, and through the forest, he charges the beasts. He doesn’t last long. The sounds of his death resounded through the cabin into the ears of Alice. She falls on her side, unconscious. Not to wake for a long time.*Â
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