Day 30. The path is quiet and bare. Footfalls. Nothing; a swish of air. Nothing. Down the path, hoof beats. Horses, men, wagons. Steam. A white flash. The whistle of steel. A red rain. Nothing.
Day 32. A castle without supplies in the Northern kingdom. Messages sent from the Northern kingdom. Reinforcements sent to the Northern kingdom. A rumor of a Phantom that stalks the land. The White Flash.
Day 33. The flash is spotted 8 times. 3 are him. He is ten feet tall. He is immortal. He is mechanical. He is animal. He runs on steam. He runs faster than the kings' horses. He is one with the land. He is the land. He is silent. He is night. He
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Where am I? Why is the world so dark?
With an almost superhuman raise of his eyelids, the mysterious man awoke to find the world very, very bright indeed. It was earth of course. The world he was on that is. An earth that would come to know this man very well. But that was later on.
Regaining his senses, the man made himself busy with relearning such simple actions as movement, and breathing. Having accomplished this (and while feeling exceedingly proud of himself) the man lifted his newly mastered body off of the ground, and surveyed his surroundings. What he saw shocked him.
This place is a dump, he produced for his and
Day 1.
A day in which Patric enters Winter Springs High School
So, Im going to start a band called awkward punctuation, Patric said, drawing a laugh from Trevor, All of our songs are going to have names that last for at least three paragraphs, and none of them are going to be about anything in particular, but are going to center around teenage angst.
Teenage angst?
Oh yeah, its gonna be awesome. The first song is going to be a jumpy number, with words that mean absolutely nothing in context to the other words in the sentence. And thats going to be the title of the next song!
Day 2
A day in which Patric befriends a Heffalump
Tuesday. The worst day of the week for our young hero. Not only is it the farthest day from any semblance of change, Monday being the first day of the week, Wednesday is short day, Thursday is one of the days for JEC, and Friday is just, well, Friday. But Tuesday, boring day. Not fun at all.
Threw out all of my Steve Irwin stuff today Patric said, dejectedly.
You have Steve Irwin stuff? said Trevor. What exactly constitutes Steve Irwin stuff anyway?
Oh you know watches, hats, toys, erotic novels, scrapbooks, the usual.
Wa
Day 3
A day in which Patric may have broken reality
The morning passed quickly and soon the first bell had rung. Patric ran to his class and breathed in a sigh of relief. The door was open. He walked to his desk and reached into his backpack, past the mysterious doorknob, and got out his math book. Inside was the drawing he had done yesterday. He looked at the page and was shocked. Only half of the drawing was there. The half that he had done with the regular pen. The rest of the girl that he had drawn, with the pen that he had gotten from the Rainforest, was gone. And you know what? Patric was just fine with that. Relieved even. He even
Looking down on the world
from my precarious perch high above it all
I see the lives of the people I'm going to miss
and then I make the plunge.
I thought it would be fast. It's not.
I'm not dead. That would be too good for me.
I flip, unable to control my orientation.
Why did I have to pick such a tall building?
Looking back on the roof, I find it slowly moving away.
I may be in shock.
The world moves in slow motion, and I turn to look toward the ground.
I should have worn a closed shirt. The tail whips me in the face.
The pavement is coming to see me, not really.... Friendly.
I start to struggle, catch my breath a few times, ap
Summer is the time when the air is the cleanest,
the world is the freshest
and the time is the freest.
Summer is the place where the sun is hot,
and the sky shows hardly ever a cloud,
yet the world continues to soak you down,
with water guns, and more often
sweat.
Where possibilities bloom,
on quiet afternoons,
spent outside
of dull classrooms.
Summer is what you talk about,
when waiting for your class
to let out
It's the word that you're most likely to shout
on the hundred and eighty-first day.
Summer is how we release the stress,
built up of a long year of mathematics tests,
in an attempt to free your thoughts from
their
Love is old, who doesn't know
how tides of passion ebb and flow
where adoration seems to go
when the music stops
Love is a played out concept
cited by poets
quoted in lyrics
bandied about like a tangible thing
Love is a term
deeply ingrained
in the heartland soul
and foreign brain
Love is an idea
which springs of youth
which is often false
yet rings of truth
a notion, a judgement
without proof
yet accepted by society
as law
Love is the way
the ocean pours
across the sand
upon the shores
the tide, it surges
it foams, it roars
then slowly draws away
Love is the sound
on the lips of men
as they seek their goal
which