The Flower

Flower,
As the sun rises in the east,
And shines it's light upon it,
It blooms,
Blooms for each passerby,
Whether man, women or child,
With one glance,
Makes their day just a little better,
For something with such,
Breathtaking beauty,
Cannot be ignored.

The Wall continued

6.

  If you stared at it, you'd miss it. In fact, the boot had landed so close to its rounded hollow entrance hidden in the trash and dried weeds that if the man would have peered closer or bothered to pick up his boot, he would have noticed that the dirty tip had vanished.
  Addie knelt down and tried to catch the angle where she had seen a flash of green and was surprised when cool air and the furry brush of the black cat's fur met her fingers as she reached out into what seemed like nothingness. She felt odd,crouched, the sun pouring onto her back, sweat appearing in trickles. Yet, there was definitely something there. She pushed aside the manky boot and crawling on her hands and knees peered inside.

7.

   A child had come near the entrance, her odd silver eyes flickering a little as she watched the hand creep and feel inside. The black cat had let out a rumbling purr and rubbed against the exploring fingers.  She ran her fingers against the invisible wall and watched as it lit up under her fingers iridescent colors flashing colors and harmonizing music that seemed to speak to her in a comforting way as she leaned over and picked the purring cat. Rubbing her hand between its ears, she watched as a tow headed looking girl slowly crawled inside. The pool in the center didn't distract her as it gurgled louder, dispelling jets of cool air into the room.

8.

  

  Addie didn't know what to expect as she stuck her head in. For a moment, images of a past late night horror film flew through her head. Man eating lizards, rabid dogs. But, the prospect of getting out of the heat and sense of adventure over threw that tiny prick of fear. She was surprised at the rush of cool air that engulfed her body, as she crawled inside. 

Her heart thudded suddenly as her eyes wandered upwards and saw a the little girl holding and petting a familiar black cat.

She stood slowly up, "Um, hi what is this place." her voice curious.

    The little girl studied Addie and set the cat down, who immediately started entwining itself around her legs and then sniffing Addie's rose on its hind legs and nuzzled her outstretched fingers. "We are not sure, we call it the Wall." she motioned "Even though funny enough its actually like a box." 

Addie, could only stare dumbfounded for a moment. There were groves of trees and a pool like pond in the middle. She glanced back, but to her surprise the entrance had vanished. 

"But, but, I was just standing outside in the hot sun and now I'm here." She sputtered still not sure what to do. The ground underneath was like a lush cushion, springy underneath her feet. "Are you, an alien?" her voice quavered a little.

"Of course not, silly." the word alien had caused the little girl to break out into a pearl of giggles, She was wearing a simple pink and white taffeta dress, but her feet were bare, hopping up and down excitedly. "We just find ourselves here. The voice takes care of us." she said brightly still staring.

To her, new girl looked startled and she stood out with dirty legs and matted hair; her dingy tank top had begun to dry in the cool air, but was giving off that light acrid scent of fear and of having been in a hostile environment. 

9.

"What do you mean, we? There are others?" Addie asked, watching the girl study her intently, but the little girl was just as fascinating, with her bright silver eyes that flashed in the overhead glow, she seemed friendly enough nodding and reaching out for Addie's slightly sweaty hand, pulling her along for a tour. Sure, enough a short walk towards the grove of trees and other kids began to appear into view. Most were sitting working on small projects, like whittling or sewing. Some were balanced on branches reading books. They all looked out of place, yet strangely bound together. She couldn't help but laugh a little. It reminded her of being like Peter Pan and meeting a world of lost boys. "What do you do here?" she asked pulling her hand out of the little girls cool palm. 

 "Whatever we want, really. The voice sometimes asks us to do simple chores, but really we do what we please. And the fountain in the middle counts time, so we know when to sleep or eat." She spun a little, giggling again.

 "Do you ever get to go out?" Addie asked, though she was not as anxious to leave quite yet, it was good to know these things.

"Why would you want to do that?" had come a curiously disdainful reply, "Being here is never like being out there. Here you can do whatever you want."

  "But, you can right?" Addie had begun walking back towards the direction they'd come from.

 "I suppose.. you could ask the voice." the little girl looked at her round eyed as if the thought was slightly rebellious. 

  They had come close to the pool, that once again shot a stream of cool air into the room. The cat was rubbing against the wall and Addie watched as it opened, revealing a bright stream of light through the small hollow entrance.

Eternal suffering in Beaverton

I'm sure you can guess how I'm feeling right now. Pretty damn great. In fact, I would even go so far to say I'm ecstatic? Then why the title, I'm sure you're wondering.

The truth? I may have lost my mind.

The other truth? Have you ever ruined someone else's day? Yup. I did that today, after ending with a draw to a team that needed to advance.

Does that make me horrible?

I really don't have any great pics of the day. A couple of the players lounge, one of my beautiful ice pack.

I walked off the field near the coach of the other team. He was the first coach I have met in a long time who is not downright abrasive or sarcastic after a 0-0 tie.

Authority

Authority

I am told to respect my elders,

I am told to treat others as I want to be treated,

But,

I think the adults should stop standing steps above us,

And take a seat for once,

Because,

Have you looked in the mirror?,

Now listen close as I speak an over and over repeated situation,

We, the young teenagers, and even younger, respect you,

You, disrespect us, stand and tower above us,

So how can you tell us to respect you all, and treat you as we want to be treated,

When you don’t even follow your own spoken codes,

You are all two-faced,

Not heads and tails like coins,

But sword and shield like the middle ages,

One to attack, and one to defend,

But we can’t even reprimand you,

Or contend and compete,

Because you are adults,

You are the body of corrupt authority,

Taking advantage of your false forms of security,

And though it seems like prosperity of order,

You only fire guns and mortar at the young,

You are free to yell,

Free to command,

Yet all we can do is follow your twisted plans,

And

If you accuse us,

Most of the time all we can do is morph to you misguided truth,

You accuse us,

And you abuse us,

I respect my elders,

But I treat them how they treat me,

I do not follow their plan of corrupt authority,

And if you don’t see what I see,

Then you are trapped in a caged fantasy,

Of denial,

But I won’t go on forever like the Nile,

And I will not stray into a wilderness like frenzy to embody the Amazon,

My words and phrases are good enough to phase us,

As a whole,

And I know this isn’t a nation but it’s a start,

To fix the corrupt basin that is the generation to generation flow,

I am trying to stop an overload of our ride that is life,

That will cause a blowout to our minds,

And destabilize our fragile soul,

But,

Authority is just a word to give power,

And though words have power

That is only when they are backed by truth,

And are not abused by the ruthless and demanding,

And though I am out standing up on stage,

I do not consider myself and outstanding speaker,

To speak on behalf of this young and new,

Breed of humanity,

So I beg and preach,

That you will agree to my plea,

And switch around destiny,

Fix the system of respect,

Before we collapse like the rubble that was once a brilliant building,

From the effect of our infection that is the defect,

From inner reflection,

That is literally,

Another way to say,

We are corrupted by the greed,

Of being in power.

- An Original By Depth

The Wall

  1.

  A dusty road runs up to the side of a group of trailers that lay baking under the morning sun. 87 degrees it reads on a swelling plastic thermometer that hangs haphazardly on the peeling sheet metal. There seemed nothing that could save these sweltering boxes except that off to the side; Past the heap of rotting tires and forgotten faded lawn ornaments is a wall that shimmers, an oasis of trees behind it. 
   A lone black cat, meows plaintively in the hot sun, its short fur glistening having soaked up the morning rays. It pants and looks around, trotting towards the wall leaving tiny paw imprints in the ground. It approaches the wall, and seems to be gazing through it, before with a slight swish of its tail walks straight at it and vanishes. 

2.

 

  A man, wearing a soiled wife beater and carrying a bag of dripping trash, doesn't notice the cat or the fact that it has vanished. His shoulders are slick with sweat and dark sunburn. A fly hovers nearby, buzzing as if seeking refuge in his shadow and the man swears swatting at it, as the bottom of the bag rips out, spilling the contents close to the wall. But, as he stands there swearing, his eyes see no wall, only dirt and miles of empty lots filled with scattered trailers like the one standing across from him, filled with dead weeds, beer cans and garbage remains, that he is kicking and spreading around in his worn, unlaced construction boots, hoping that the neighborhood strays will just eat it up. His boot flies off to the side, from the effort and he stumbles slightly; his bare foot stepping into a melange of coffee grounds and congealed garbage juice gravies. Standing there, cursing aloud, he debates and flings the hot stinking bag aside so that a micro breeze picks it up and drags it down the dirt path; tangling itself along dead stalks of weeds. He smacks a hand over the back of his sweaty neck at the pestering fly, wiping his foot in the dust as the sun beats mercilessly on him; he turns not bothering to retrieve his boot which blends in with the the rest of the monochromatic debris, thinking only of his ice chest and the tall cans of beer that await inside.

3.
 

   Addie awoke panting slightly, even in her tight tank top and thread bare pajama pants, her room was already sweltering. She sat up, throwing the thin blanket off the dingy mattress which lay scrunched as if the previous owner had jumped the life out of it, against the wall. She groaned for a moment, hoping it was a dream. 

  Always the same one; her father sneaking into the dusky darkness and whispering in her ear "Addie, dalrin. I hab ta go. Jaseus is'a calling. bat I'll leave ya'll a check. An Sandra'll be ere." And she would reach up, feeling that 5 o'clock shadow on her father's bristly cheeks and reply sleepily "No daddy, please, take me to see Jesus too. Not here with Sandra." 

  He would sit a moment, thinking, voice sorrowful "No, dalrin, a trip to see Jaseus is no place for a chaild. Stay'll here fa'r me,wi'ch Sandra." and he would run a hand tenderly through her tangled brown strands of hair, his thick rough fingers would work on a few of the matted ones and she would prop her head on his thigh. But, it was like a dream, as he would stand, kissing her cheek; Leaving behind traces of his aftershave and the sandy scent of hand rolled cigarettes on her face.

   She silently got up, her bare feet making no noise on the worn linoleum floor. Sticking her head out, she could hear the blare of the tv soaps coming towards her. Good, maybe Sandra had already passed out with her usual bottle of vodka or tequila. She could see the top of her dirty blond head sticking out above the lime green couch, but not moving. 

   She walked to the kitchen table and notices that her father had indeed left a check. "Great" she thinks to herself, reaching up to grab a box of Cornflakes and the can of sugar.

  "You forgot to take out the trash last night." comes the scratchy voice from the couch. A trail of smoke drifting lazily upwards.

   Addie face palmed herself. She had fallen asleep reading her favorite book, her only book really. "Sorry I forgot. I'll do it after breakfast."

  "You'll do it now, you sorry piece of shit. Don't tell me you just, forgot. Goddamn place is bad enough with you stinking it up. And now your daddy has gone up again and left me with you." the drunk voice faltered only a little. "Don't make me get up. I will rip your god damn hide off."

   Addie reluctantly set the box down, she knew that Sandy would; come after her with the nearest object, usually one of her father's belt. She grabbed a large black trash bag and started sweeping the mummified remains of banana peels, harden bits of eggs and toast. Cans and empty bottles litter the counter and she flicks a roach of off one. She manages to fill the bag, avoiding coming near Sandra and her bottles "K, I'm taking it out now. No need to get up." she says carefully, hauling and tying it shut as she slipped on her old faded flip flops and balancing the heavy bag carefully walked out the torn screen door and into the blistering heat.

4.

  The inside of the wall, was actually not a wall at all. It was a boxlike and contained an oasis of trees, their greenness would have been seen for miles contrasting against the dusty landscape. But, it was all hidden, as the cat shook the dust from its fur and trotted towards a tow headed child that sat up against one side mumbling to himself trying to repair an old well loved bear, who's worn fur had started to show the stuffing. Another child, leaned against a tree trunk flicking stones lazily into a pond that gurgled refreshingly in the middle. There were other's, but none seemed to notice the sweltering heat that surrounded them, only the cool breeze that seemed to circulate in that room alone. 

5.

  Addy trudged down the same dirt pathway, except that her eyes swept the ground and across, always searching for something exciting. But, it always seemed like the same dreary landscape. She was looking across, when she saw the cat, who seemed to be only half there. Its back half vanishing into nothing. She stood there gawking, and watched as the cat vanished once again. The garbage forgotten, she hurried across and studied the area in front of her. At first, she saw nothing and then out of the corner of her eye she saw a hint of green. 

........To be continued....

  

Second Survivor

Survivor

Urban gladiator who walks through the streets and alleys,

Social outcast never put down by the status quo ratios,

Roamin’ soldier never restrained by chains or change,

Strollin’ angel, fallen down for a new life experience,

My admiration for you is not quite limitless,

But it’s profound to a major degree reaching the pinnacles of possibility,

And I see you,

Unphased by the verbal assault and abuse,

And I see you,

How you come unscathed out of the physical intimidations,

How you escape the hectic situations,

And I wish I was like you,

Able to withstand the insult,

And put it to rest inside your soul,

Able to stay calm like the eye of any storm,

And that’s what you are,

All the two-faced people trying to beat you down,

Like the winds of a hurricane,

But you remain still,

You remain steady,

Throughout the mayday,

Not bouncing in between like bullets of ricochet,

You are the social survivor,

The absolute epitome of courage,

Able to mosey down a street phasing out all surroundings,

Like the levitating monks you have achieved a new level of inner peace,

And while you levitate above the clouds,

All these depressors in abundance are anchored to the earth,

Since ground floor zero is all they seem to be worth,

And while you keep rising,

They forever sink deeper into the slowly morphing clay,

As the time passes day by day,

They become stuck forever in their cement like ways,

And you keep rising higher,

And you have probably risen higher than Everest,

And you’ve maintained a calm calmer than I ever was,

And you wear an

Ensemble of creativity,

Ranging from GAP to American Eagle,

Because the gap between you and me,

Is like the gap between the ocean floor and soarin’ eagles,

Reality is harsh to you,

But you don’t care,

You’ve yanked your soul out of the non-fiction,

And entered the imaginary

Your destiny is a fantasy you have molded,

And sculpted into a solid pathway,

So no matter what interference you may encounter,

It can’t interrupt you who follows their crystal-like walkway,

You mind is insuppressible,

Uncontained and unconstrained by the general stereotype of the bullied,

Because you stay utterly out-of-bounds without breaking the rules,

Except you shatter laws of True and False by being in-between,

You are unique,

And if you were a poet your words would bloom like Mayflowers,

And give psychotic souls understanding by fixing their cracked minds,

With edges frayed,

And one day I wish I could meet you,

Because I need to take a lesson in your courses of understanding and resilience,

Because I see you stand so strong inside the ring,

Winning without ever lifting up a finger,

And I need a teacher in the classes of disregard and psychoanalysis,

Because I try to understand the flurry of emotions,

And disregard the chaos-brewed torment that swarms inside this miniature vessel,

But to no avail,

Because this temple does not cooperate to the fullest,

But,

Even if I never meet you,

I will survive and persevere,

Bullies should fear because I won’t be knocked down by their words,

I will stand tall for you and try to match your image,

Because my devotion and determination are an overflowing ocean of responsibility,

To my friends and to my family,

And though I am representing your image I will stay unique like you,

And I will break my own chains so that,

Someday,

I will be free of the summit,

And be able to see a new style of horizon,

Because someday,

I will see you in the clouds of Heaven.

So... Am I really continuing this?

First day of tournaments is over. We did horrible. No surprise there, really? Anyone want to tell me where Santa Rosa is? Never gonna visit there... Those girls? Scary. And the New Jersey team we played? What a battle. Big, aggressive girls and cards. My type of game. Also a 0-3 loss.

Whatever. We have people backseat coaching. Even worse than backseat driving. More destructive. :p and then... The elusive 4 Subs a game rule.

Let's be honest. I'm decent, but I don't start cause I'm new with a bum ankle. Whoopdidoo. So yeah. That's me. I was worried about not playing, but 35/80 minutes? No complaints from this Chica.

Seeing as how there was um... The first game was at 10:10, second at 2:40. If you care enough, find the difference. 45 minute games. I had plenty of time to snap a couple pics of the campus. So... Enjoy. Or... Not? If you don't like pictures i'd stop reading.

Now.


Seriously.

If the Pen is Mightier

The sword,
If the pen may be mightier than the sword,
Then the voice hath smite the pen.
For no pen could apply the quivering,
The faulty,
The emotion,
That reveals itself through voice.
For no pen could apply the immense elements in so few words,
Such literary elements would take much longer to express in ink.

Stuffed Corn Tortillas-

Well this morning I was in the mood for something that was fried and cheesy, like an enchilada. So, my mind lit up on this idea. Warm corn tortillas stuffed with boiled potato and cheese, fried and sprinkled with seasoning salt and garlic powder.
Warning- These are addicting and a medium sizes pan can fit about 5 at a time.
Ingredients:
-Corn tortillas
-Monterey or Pepper jack cheese cut into thin slices or sticks or shredded
- garlic powder and seasoning salt
- oil
Warm the tortillas in the microwave in a plastic Baggie while heating oil over medium heat in a good non stick pan. Take your boiled potato and slice in half length wise, cutting thin spears. When your tortillas are warm, place a spear and a slice of cheese, creating a taco like version, which you lay flat side down on the pan.
Repeat until your pan is full. Sprinkles seasoning salt to your liking on one side while they are frying and add a little more oil to the tops to avoid the tortilla curling upwards.
Fry about 5 min until golden brown and flip. Sprinkle garlic powder on the top of the up side. Fry another 5 min. They should be golden brown, with the cheese just beginning to ooze out the sides.
Enjoy by themselves or dunked into a fried egg yolk.
Yum!

So....

For all of you that don't know, I play soccer. I'm fairly decent, in most people's opinion. My team however? 12th in the nation. So yeah... This weekend there's this tournament. MUPC. crazy competitive. Top twenty teams in the nation.


Opening ceremonies and what not went well. In fact. Nothing went wrong. We're in a bracket with some tough teams, but we're a good team. We can beat them.


Then we got done. My mom and I, out of the quality in our hearts, decided to drive our keeper and her mom to their car.




30 minutes later?




Nothing. We were lost. So I started taking pictures of the beautiful Nike Campus. The part of it guests wouldn't see often. Here they are.

This is why you eat your veggies...

Take a moment to take this in: I am a very particularly strange individual who for years was diagnosed with ADHD and recently proclaimed to have borderline personality disorder as well as a slight form of autism. Chronic depression and anxiety also crammed into the awesomeness that is me. Even these may help to answer why my dreams are pretty fucked up, but my husband still likes to egg me on that I'm a crack head and that I need to lay off the crack pipe before bed.


Haha. You're not funny.


I've had this one strange reoccurring dream every few years now. And it continues to wake me up in tears of laughter. It is seriously that ridiculous. It begins in the house I'm usually currently living in and the surrounding area. Since I lived at AEDC when the dream stopped reoccurring, I'll re-tell it from there.


We lived in housing, being on an air force base, with a couple hundred yards of flat pavement to the main road to the city. We are tucked away in a reserve for animals, so the base is in a bunch of woods. There was a hill and I lived up on the hill where the highest ranks lived. My father was a colonel. It was almost sunset when I came down the hill, friends in toe. We all had guns, and had been previously fighting off hoards of giant walking talking broccoli that had bright big eyes and shot carrots guns. Their ammunition was peas.


The hunger was intense; we may not have eaten our vegetables back then, but it was imperative we starve ourselves to eat these vegetables, which when served with cheese and sauce was pretty damn delicious. We had eaten through the green bean tanks and skewered the broccoli aliens, charging them into a raging camp fire near the entrance of the base. The vegetable troops marched on foot, so to see this fire and their comrades grilled and eaten probably would've scared the green edible veggie shit out of them.


We poured some salt and cheese on them, stuffing our faces. The peas, unfortunately, were just as dangerous as real bullets. You got hit, you were bleeding everywhere. And indeed people got hurt. I think we may have won, because the huge cauliflower ships crashed and burned. They never got to leave.


I'm still waiting for the next installment of these veggie invaders. They should be more technologically advanced this time. It seems every time I dream this one, they get more dangerous and better at fighting...

Antiqua Historia Albionis

Antiqua Historia Albionis  Journal of Ghost, ex owner of Jade Wings

 As the dust settle within the ruins of the desert Kezal, Ghost made his way down the ancient sandstone stairs into the main part of the ruins. It had taken him weeks of cross examining the local books, myths, and legends, but he had finally found the tomb of Magus, the archmage who created Albion. He brought out a book, inscribed with archaic runes, and went along the walls of the tomb, translating as he went, learning how Albion was created.

    It was nearly 2000 years ago, a great plague had begun to strike out at magical beings, the source seemed to have came from the non-magical humans. Magus, the head mage of Eldion, had became worried about the safety of all magical beings, especially himself. It seemed the humans had become jealous of their powers and sought to wipe all of the magical beings out, innocent or not. He had a plan to save them all, at his own sacrifice.

    The power to do it was immense, his magical silver aura was ablaze, casting a light of hope upon the observers in the night.Quakes shook the world, as the Eldion crystal glowed a jade green color brightly. The ground started to uproot itself, the land was nearly the size of Russia, water poured from lakes cut in half and lava flowed from a volcano split in two. Its height reached the clouds, and when the crystal stabilized, Magus casted one last spell, one that would make sure humans would never be able to set foot upon the floating continent, which would soon be called Albion.

    And with the last spell, his aura solidified. And sure enough, when Ghost turned his light to the middle of the room, the man once known as Magus stood there, trapped forever in his crystallized aura.

~GhostEcho

In the honor of Juna

When stars get their brightest,
It's a sign of the end,
A sign that all is come,
A sign to all that you are watching,
The soul of the almighty flower,
That blooms,
And flourishes,
But it is also another sign,
A sign for a new beginning,
Yet the past will be remembered,
Always.

Diamond Dust Corporation

Diamond Dust Corporation

I am just dust in the wind,

But I am made of diamonds,

And chains may try to hold me,

But I just snap free of the tyranny around me,

And in the end I’ll be whatever I want to be,

You aren’t the king of me,

So step off my throne,

Because you are nothing but a phony among the death-seeking tones coming from me,

So please leave and know your place,

Like thugs know mace,

And forgive me for my epiphany that brought light to this revolution starting rebellion

But I feel like a minion in your corporate chain,

Keeping me addicted,

But no longer entertained,

So I restrain myself and welcome the pain,

Cause I’d rather bleed than let my words be left in vain,

And I’d design a creed to follow my path I have chosen and hopefully,

I am planting the seeds of an overthrow and refining defining moment,

In the history of your commercial ladder,

But my bites sting like an adder,

So my words are pristine poisons to your outlandish corruption,

And maybe your reaction will make our suggestions non-fiction,

And then the friction between community and business society can be reduced,

But,

The issue is not resolved and the clashes causing sparks between CEOs and customers,

Will not be fully extinguished till past and present mistakes are vanquished,

And I will not relinquish my position until I have finished my mission,

And my confession here today may be the start of a riot-evoked mayday,

But for me that’s a payday against you who speak untruly,

Causing those of us committed to become unruly,

So I think I am permitted to speak freely against this evilly crafted scheme against us,

And this protest may not manifest the expected outcome,

But it’s worth a shot rather than wait for our connected civilization to become undone,

So I may not be number one on the list of naysayers,

But I say I may have influence with my profound writing,

Spreading all around my message clearly fighting you obviously autonomous clockwork beasts,

Messengers of words bringing anything but peace, 

My mind is no longer rational,

My rage and disappointment will soon go national as this spreads like viral videos,

But I stand on my toes,

On guard for the remark against what I preach,

But this will not be walk on the beach for you because my speech is like a vocal mountain,

And it erupts like an earth fountain,

Showering you with the comments of dissatisfaction,

But honestly,

There is no joy in causing you distress,

Because then we will be shut down,

But we can still pound on your doors without breaking them down,

We can still bang on your windows and our non-violent intention still remain sound,

My wish,

Is that you fix this and allow us to openly welcome you back into our schedules,

And while gears right now turn like bicycle pedals,

If you proceed correctly they can become blooming flowers of steel gear petals,

And I will remain hopeful,

And I will maintain my posture standing strong,

Fighting against your diseased ridden winds,

Because,

At this rate all that exists is an unsatisfactory end,

But in that scenario there will be no one left and though,

We try to stay alive,

It will end in a no win-no win,

It will be a final,

RIP,

The end…

-An original poem, by Depth

Apex Predator: Film Review

So my good friend told me that Chronicle was good, very sad but good; so I braced myself when I popped it into the DVD player at night and settled with my bowl of cereal onto my favorite spot on the couch.
This was also right before my 2:30 am at Carl's Jr for free food, but that's another post.
She was right, the plot was pretty simple. It revolves around three high school kids who come across a hole containing a high pitch squealing u.f.o device, that when they wake up, find themselves gifted with telekinetic and at first it is funny as they experiment and mess around. But, then it starts getting darker as one boy especially realizes that his power can be used to try and eliminate the hurt he feels. He starts believing he is an Apex Predator; the highest and best on the food chain.
And as he starts shying away, his friends try to reach out, to no avail.
Towards the end I had abandoned my bowl of soggy cereal and watched as consequences began to occur. I got to see both sides, the abuser and the savior. And the results of their battle.
I know, that I would love to have that power and I wish I could say that I would never abuse it. But, what about those times when you have felt so angry, hurt and raw that pushing someone through a wall would just feel, so liberating. Would I become an Apex predator as well or have the strong will to resist it. All I know is if I come across a screeching psychedelic hole, I'd probably walk right in.

A definite cult classic Grade: B

The Lycan Queen

Since I was young, I've been collecting dreamcatchers. I believe heavily in them; I have not had a nightmare since my first dreamcatcher was nailed above my bed. Now I have numerous dreamcatchers that litter my wall. Every night now, laying in my warm bed beside my husband, I have had these strange dreams that fascinate me to no end. Some of which seem to include vegetables taking over the earth, large trips in my car to places with huge hills and busy streets, airports that turn into water parks, zombies, tornados, and my favorite: the lycanthrope wars.

It seems that 75% of my dreams end with some sort of lycanthrope clusterfuck. The other night after my husband went to work at 5am, I went to sleep and had a very particular dream that made me smile. I felt invigorated, refreshed in a way that made no sense, and almost like the queen of the world for just a moment after opening my eyes. This is what I dreamed.

Out in the woods, around a raging fire, we skinned and fed the flames the meat of the animals we had hunted. At first, I thought we were all human. When word came to me that my husband was captured, I gathered up my things and made my way to this rather small looking building. But upon second glances, I realized in the interior of the dark building it was huge. Stairs upon stairs and rooms never ending; I started to search. A problem quickly arose when I met an army of orange suited beings, the orange suits resembling hazmat. Er, yeah. What the hell?

These hazmat freaks took after me. The only way out were the stairs, and trying to climb up in the air ducts without them noticing. To further make things odd, I investigated who and what they were an found out I was dealing with vampires. Wonderful. So, I made my way, realizing that the vampires had instilled humans to help them do their dirty work. Shifting into my lycan form was bizarre, and for some reason my brain gave me a huge rack which I for sure in reality do not have. In human form, my chest size was incredibly accurate, so to my knowledge I think my brain sees my lycan form as a more sensual and perfect...me.

Finding a number of these humans in hazmat suits, I turned them with a couple bites. A moment of my dream went blank, but returning, I was fighting and killing some of these vampires. Returning to my human form, I went to the basement. The basement, for reasons unknown, was a gigantic meat locker with human workers pulling hooks and chains. I found some of the humans I had turned into lycans and talked to them. They began to tell me that my husband was somewhere in this area; he was going to be processed into vampire food!

"awe hell nah!"

Southern belle to the rescue! I leapt onto the meat mounds, climbing up to give a look over. I could see containers of blood and tubes that they drained into. They led into the upstairs rooms; I was sure that's where the vampires stayed when they weren't working, or maybe that's where vamplings were staying, feeding to gain heir new found strengths. It smelled so strongly of iron and meat, like when you open up a pack of ground beef and can smell the freshness of its entirety. And there he was, tucked up on top of the bodies of lycans they had been stealing. The queen vampire caught me, making the humans scramble. I called for help, howling out in distress. Windows broke, and loud thumps echoed. My tribe was here! And the humans I had turned were viciously tearing away their hazmat suits, fur and jaws extending as well as their heighth.

It was a war, one I was worried we'd lose. We were outnumbered. But as flesh was torn and blood was spilled, it seemed that the vampires had no hold against our voracious appetite for destruction. I led the revolution, killing almost every one of them. The queen's heart was in my hands, squeezing out its last few pumps as the remaining vampires and vamplings fled from their coven home. I shook my husband, who looked at me and smiled.

And then I woke up...