The Four Legged Grasshopper

Posted in Short Stories with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 22, 2012 by Kinetic Orochi

Grasshoppers have six legs, the front four are used for slow regular walking, like we do. The two in the very back are called hind legs, much bigger than the other four, they are used for those big jumps you often see grasshoppers do. When Nicole found Jene, she was missing her right hind leg, and her left was broken. She was helpless and would probably not survive the next 24 hours as she was. She was mainly subject to being prey for other animals, secondly she would probably be stepped on and the person would not even notice, just like she probably was before she lost her hind legs.

It was a regular school day in the spring. Nicole was in her 3rd grade and was outside in the playground for her recess. The kids were playing hide and seek. Nicole was very good at hiding, behind a tree she would hide and looked to see if she was being looked for. She turned around and giggled, the kid kept looking for her but could not figure out where she was. She looked around and stared at the grass for a minute and saw a strange insect. A young grasshopper, its wings still not grown, was missing a hind leg, and the other was broken.

“Awww” she expressed sadly feeling pity for the poor insect. She grabbed it and held it in her palm, the grasshopper barely moved around, probably wondering where he had suddenly gone to. “Poor thing, I can’t leave you here or you will probably die, I’ll take care of you” she said as she carefully put it in her pocket. Nicole came out from behind the tree and the kid said “I found you!”

“I don’t want to play anymore, I’m going in the class.” Nicole said, with her hands in her pockets.

For the next three hours the grasshopper was in the pocket. In this dark place it could only see darkness, moved a bit but wouldn’t get far. It would often feel something slowly coming into the darkness, carefully to feel if it was still there. It was during these moments, which were very regular that it would manage to see some light. It was finally until the final third hour that Nicole finally grabbed it  and took it out. In the school bus, Nicole examined it a little longer. Its eyes seem sad, probably because of its misfortune she thought. “Don’t worry, I will help you.” She told it. The kids behind her seat looked over and started whispering.

“Look! Nic has a grasshopper!” one yelled. “Oh can I see it?” another said, “Let me see what it feels like” another one exclaimed and just like that, the whole school bus full of kids were all intrigued by the grasshopper. “What’s its name?” One of the kids asked.

“Jene, she’s a girl.” Nicole said.

“How do you know she’s a girl?” another kid asked, a boy.

“I just know okay.” Nicole replied confident.

When Nicole finally got to her house, she opened the door, which was usually left open for her and went straight to her room. She took out the Jene out of her pocket and put it on her bed. Nicole laid on the bed and watched Jene barely move. Nicole offered her finger as to play with her and Jene tried to climb the finger with its working legs, this made Nicole smile.

“Well what’s so urgent that you come home and not say hello to your mother?” a woman’s voice said from the door.

“Hi mommy! look, it’s my new pet!” Nicole replied

“You know we can’t have pets in the apartment? But what is it? I don’t see it” her mom said. Nicole grabbed Jene and put her in her hands, then she closed her hands as if praying but left space for Jene. She then walked toward her mother and opened her hands to reveal Jene. “She’s Jene, she can’t jump!” she exclaimed.

“Aw poor bug” her mom also couldn’t help but feel pity for Jene.

“Please can we keep it?” Nicole asked.

“Okay, but keep it inside something, or you might lose it.” her mom told her. They found one of those long cans of chips, about the size of a ruler and Nicole would then put Jene in there and take her with her every time she went out. Jene would survive more than the 24 hours she would have lived at most. She survived days, and weeks, and maybe years.

Nicole always took Jene to school with her, she didn’t want to leave it alone because her little brother might find it and let it out, to forever be lost. She kept the can in her backpack and took it with her at all times, she was very protective of Jene. Jene didn’t mind at all, it often was exploring the can it was in and was not always caged. Sometimes the can would be open for whatever reason and explored outside of the can. Often it would find a place similar to her home, with plenty of food that she would feed on. Often Jene met strange figures that looked like Nicole but much smaller, they moved though. Jene tried to touch them a couple of times but they felt a little weird so she would let go, a lot of the times the figures simply disappeared. Then she would be put back in the place where she usually was and be moved around pretty fast as if flying. Someday she would fly too Jene knew, she could feel it would be soon. Jene looked outside the can, at the concrete, the trees, the grass. Her can had been upgraded from a normal one, to a transparent one, so now she could see things through the plastic.

It was because of this that one of the kids saw Jene in Nicole’s open backpack. “Look Mr. Susaki! Nicole’s got a bug in her backpack!” the kid yelled it out in the classroom. Mr. Susaki was her substitute teacher for this day, and he was interested in this as so were all the other kids. Nicole having no choice showed Jene to Mr. Susaki. Jene, who’s wings were almost fully grown was starting to learn how to fly around the can. It was her new hobby. Jene was excited about this, finally she could travel much faster than what she usually could. Back when Nicole found her she almost had given complete hope, but now, she knew that she could finally travel farther to places she couldn’t reach before.

“I only got one word to say about this…” Mr. Susaki said, “Awesome” he said. He stopped inspecting Jene and gave her back to Nicole. Nicole then took it to her backpack again and put it in there. She stuck her tongue out at the kid celebrating her victory.

The last day Nicole saw Jene was three weeks after she had found her. It was a morning before class. Nicole had woken up late and was in a rush to get her things so she could catch the bus. In the rush of things the bus came so she left with what she could, and later on the bus, she realized she had left Jene. All day, Nicole had been worried about Jene, she knew her little 5yr old brother Jack would go into her room and try to play with her. He always would go in her room and ask Nicole if she could, a few times she had but other times she told him no.

When Nicole got home, she rushed through the living room and went in her bedroom to look for Jene, she went to her can was and there it was, but it was open, just as she had suspected. She searched front and back, second and first floor, moved her stuff around, asked Jack, then asked her mom, but nothing.

“Nicole, Jene fly, she fly.” Jack told her.

“Listen to what he says hun, she must have flew out of the house.” her mom explained to her.

“But it was closed, maybe its lost, she doesn’t have her legs, I promised I would take care of her.” Nicole cried, the loss of her first real pet was very upsetting for her. That night, Nicole was awake for a while, hoping that suddenly Jene would come back to her, the night was quiet, the moon was full. But nothing, no Jene, all there was, was a far away noise, a sound, a song maybe and with this she finally went to sleep. A few weeks later she got over Jene, she made up with the idea that she went back home with her parents maybe, or other grasshoppers.

Jene stood on the tree branch at its usual time, around 9:00 p.m. She would fold her wing and lift her broken leg up and rubbed it against her wings as if playing the violin, this produced a grasshopper song, she would always play it for Nicole to help her go to sleep. Sometimes she would play something different, sometimes she would sing with her wings. She would rub both wings together and produce a beautiful sleep song that would play in Nicole’s dreams, a thank you song for Nicole. (To be Edited)

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January 21, 2012 – Mr. Dr. Professor Landon

Posted in Journals with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 21, 2012 by Kinetic Orochi

When I turned in one of my first papers in my English Class. Mr. Landon looked at it, then made into a little paper ball and threw it in the trash basket. Then he said “Write it again, this time go straight to the point.” so I did, and the story suddenly was more readable after skipping boring introductions and pointless descriptions. “See how better that looks?” he said.

I guess this is my theme when I write nowadays. In whatever I write, I try to go straight to the point, avoiding details and descriptions of the characters. It’s not just about going to the point, but if you can describe and give details as the story moves along it kind of flows more nicely. I hate when I’m reading a book and in the beginning I’m being thrown different, irrelevant things such as the shape of some building, the color skin of some people, the background or fictional background of someone much irrelevant to the plot. It seems that many writers do this to fill up space and add words to their count. I remember I won a book in an English Contest for top 3 writings of the college. The book choice was minimal, about five books, with authors I didn’t know. I don’t blame them though I know few authors, I’m more of a writer than a reader.

It’s hard to draw some people in the story, specially if you’re not very popular like Stephen King or James Patterson. I read the book, I tried my best, but after the 30th page I thought. I think I’m done with this story, whatever it is about. I closed the book and never read it again. It’s still gathering dust in one of my shelves, it had a nice cover that’s how I picked it. Make sure your book has an interesting cover and people might pick it.

Jeff Landon was my English II teacher, and he was good at what he did, and probably still does. The man would give you English puzzles, writing scenarios to work with, random stuff. He threw three words at you and said “Write me a story about these three things.” Some stories came around good, some not, others were funny, I liked the funny ones. But to me funny stories are just two or three pages long. The man had a good sense of humor, he was funny and could come up with some funny stuff, something I’m not so great at.

Landon published a few stories and poems. He wasn’t no one, he had some skill, he was good. There was this guy in this class, funny dude. He would always call him “Mr. Dr. Professor Landon” Sort of as to make him seem like some godly teacher. He asked Landon if he ever wrote a novel. Landon said he had tried, many times, but at could not get past a point. I remember this well and hope that this curse doesn’t stay with me, since after some point I want to move on.

I got three stories I’m working on now, and I think that should be plenty to keep the creativeness going. Now I just need to fill in the gaps and whichever I’m in the mood in I could work on. I like variety because when I stick to continuing only one, i sometimes get bored and can’t come up with anything goo.

I haven’t seen Landon in years, but let’s hope that this post helps me get in contact with him again, he’s a good teacher to have.

Pizza and Movie time for now, a break is sometimes necessary.

– Zogyark

January 19, 2012 – Limitless

Posted in Journals with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 19, 2012 by Kinetic Orochi

Writers, if you’ve never seen Limitless you have to see it… Now.

Movies are always good. Watching movies often will improve your writing skills. You watch a scene and you think “Hey, I could make more of that.” or “I would’ve done this instead” It might not seem relevant at that moment but it will be in the future, in the near future I hope.

I often write about my day if I have nothing else to write about. But who wants to read that right? I’ll write about anything that I can get a hold of. Oh yeah, so why is Limitless a writers movie? Well I’ve been reading through some posts, and I often catch some writers get that infamous writer’s block. When your mind goes blank and nothing comes up, and whatever comes up seems so stupid you just want to quit altogether and eat something, play a game, or do whatever other things you do to pass the time. Limitless is a story about such a writer who seems like he’s going nowhere.. until he finds a little wonderful pill that we all wish we had, and would all probably try it regarding the side effects.

My favorite part of the movie (and I’ll try not to spoil it too much) is when he starts writing, when everything is clear, when the words are flowing through the screen. If you’re really passionate about writing and have written stories, you can tell which moment that is. That’s the moment that you just type, and type, and don’t stop. You don’t want to stop or get interrupted, you’ll miss phone calls, not open the door, not want to eat. Because that moment may not come back soon. All the words come together into nice structured sentences and all the commas and periods fall in the right place. A writer’s dream is to be able to write this way, everyday. If you can do this, you can get far at it, you’ll have hundreds of thousands of words in a few weeks and out of so much words, something good must have come out of it. Unfortunately for most of us, half of the time its not like that. I for example can write a lot sometimes, but more often than not I make grammatical mistakes. Then I have to go back and edit once I’m done and that holds me back for a while from writing the next great chapter, or starting the next great story.

What the movie teaches us, is to use up every minute of our time doing something productive, anything. Go out, learn things, write, apply for a job, talk to people. All of these things will help you. If you find yourself searching on google… What to do when you’re bored. It’s time to change that. And by the way, when you’re bored you can search things starting with what, how, why, when or who and see what the top most searched things are, you’ll have a blast with what you find. Not that I do that, but I’m just saying.

Anyways, I wrote just a little today, There’s always something else to do, chores to attend. I wrote Chapter 2 of Syphon Soul, I think it’s an interesting name for a story, I bet no one’s used that one. I edited that and Chapter 1, though I’m sure there’s still some mistakes. I finished Chapter 1 of The Bond, but I got lazy and didn’t edit that, maybe Mr. Landon could help me out, best English teacher there is, take it from me. I’ll write about him next time maybe unless something else comes up, he’s the man that inspired me to take writing more serious.

I’ll be spending time with a special someone this weekend so I won’t write much unless I have the chance or unless there’s something brilliant that I have to write then I’m sorry for her. I’ll be sure to write at least a post a day, they help a lot, I can see the words in my head just waiting to be released to this page like in the movie.

– Zogyark

Syphon Soul – Chapter 2

Posted in Short Stories with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 19, 2012 by Kinetic Orochi

Chapter 2

Becky was doing some cleaning today, while watching an episode of The young and the restless. The show had Phyllis and Ronan talking about dropping some charges against some person. Becky was intrigued by this and stopped where she was. When the soap took a commercial break she went ahead and put the rest of the trash in the bag and tied it. She lifted the bag up while holding the can, unusually heavier this time she thought there must be some sort of animal in there. She opened the door and took the trash out. She looked around the neighborhood but there were no people outside today. Must be because days like these are stay-inside days, unless you work of course. Becky had been laid off her DMV job the past summer and had been out of work since. Not that she minded, after working for five years she thought a break might be just what she needed to change from the routine that she had been gotten used to. She would never get a job again.

She heard the howling sound the wind makes and quickly put the trash in the dumpster as if there was something after her. She felt the strong wind coming and going right by her, for a split second she thought she saw something but it all happened too fast. Holding one hand on the dumpster, she almost tripped and heard the door to the house shut. Everything was a little more calm again but she was startled by all of this. She stood up again and took a breath. “Holy shit” she told herself, “I guess that’s why people call it a stay at home day, these winds will kill you.” She was damn right about that one. She started walking fast towards the door, with her hands in her pocket to cover the cold. Her hands were thin and were the coldest part of her body. On a really cold day her body stayed normal, but if someone were to take Becky’s hands out of her pockets and take her gloves off, they would find purple hands underneath. She hated this and was a little self-conscious about it.

She started to open the door and heard that howling sound again, but this time from the inside of the house. She continued slowly and placed her ear on the crack of the door as if to hear what it was. At this point she stopped worrying about her hands and started to get a little frightened of what could possibly be inside her house. She knew the wind had closed the door, but it all seemed too freaky now that she heard this noise from the inside. She opened slowly, a little more, and more… and more…

Then she felt the cold wind open the door, rushing outside as if it was all compressed inside the house with no way out. The door hit her nose and the cold wind rushed outside hitting her head. At this moment she instinctively held her right side of the face, which was against the open part of the door. She felt like the wind hit her face harder than the door hit her nose, even though her nose started bleeding. Her face was red, almost purple and her ear kept pulsating to the beat of her heart along with the loud and continuous sound you would hear out of a hospital heart monitor. The sound of death.

“Ow, what the fuck?” She said to herself as she tried to get back up. Ashamed that anyone would notice her, she rushed inside the house and closed the door. She started rushing to the bathroom for the first aid kit that was there. She turned right past the wall and headed for the bathroom door. She opened and closed it and looked at herself. She looked like if she had been punched on the face, as if she had been in a fight with a neighbor. What’s Nathan going to think when he gets home she thought. She reached out for some cotton to clean her nose and some warm cloth to put on her face, her ear was feeling a little better. She was starting to calm down now and when she did she realized something. She couldn’t hear the television in the living room. She didn’t realize it when she came in a rush but now she did, the T.V. was off when she came in, someone is in the house.

She came out of the bathroom and looked around, a little frightened, hearing that howling sound all over outside the house, it would take a minute or two and then it would come back again, hitting the outside of the house. She was frightened, she grabbed one of those big cutting knifes from the kitchen and held it in her hand. She knew someone was in, why would the television be turned off otherwise. She went back to the living room and looked around, She saw a hand. There was a hand holding onto the sofa as if there was a body behind it. She needed to get closer to see the body, but she knew someone must be there. Then the hand let go and she couldn’t see anyone as if the position she was in could be more inconvenient. She walked closer to the sofa, slowly so her footsteps wouldn’t be heard, however she knew that whoever was hiding behind the sofa must already know she was there. So when she got close enough she rushed, through the left side of the sofa where there would be less resistance. Her heart racing fast she raised her hand that held the kitchen knife tight and ready to strike. No one. No one was behind it.

The television turned on and she heard the power come back on. She was startled, scared to death by this, she let go off the knife and it fell on the floor. She gasped for a second and let out a quick yell followed by her hands to cover her mouth. She started breathing fast. She was sweating, specially her hands. “Oh my god.” She said, relaxing, feeling better. The power went out because of the wind, that’s why the T.V. was off… but that hand… she looked around. The knife was gone! Her relief only lasted a few seconds and she was more terrified than before. There was definitely someone in there.

“Becky Becky Becky” She heard someone talk, “You’re too slow, by the time you figure out one thing I’m already planning the next.. It’s no fun like this.” The voice said. This voice wasn’t human though, it’s an alien she thought at first, the most reasonable thing that came to mind. It sounded like a distorted monster, if a dog could talk it would probably sound like this. She looked around for this person, behind her, and behind her again, that’s where the sound was coming from but she saw no one.

“Please take what you want, but don’t hurt me! I have done nothing to you!” She yelled, then she rushed toward the door. Since she couldn’t find the voice, she figured she could escape, and this would be the best time. The door was locked though, and probably the rest also. “No escaping today, I need to feed.” The voice said. This sent her the chills, her mouth started twitching, this thing whatever it was was going to kill her.

“Show yourself!” she yelled out loud and when she did she felt something, on her waist, lifting up her shirt and sweater, she felt hands with sharp nails feeling up her stomach. “Well why, I’ve been right here with you” The voice said. She turned around and tried to grab the hands at the same time but nothing. She put her sweater and shirt back down. “What the hell are you!?” She yelled in desperation, drenched in fear. “I eat souls, I’m here for yours.” At this very moment she felt something go inside of her, another energy, an entity. She froze, she got quiet, her fear, her thoughts stopped. It was fast whatever it was and what it came to do it was done with. After a few hours of standing still, Becky finally moved again and sat on the sofa. She turned the T.V. on  and sat, not blinking, her eyes were grey now and her mouth started drooling eventually. She sat there watching cartoons until Nathan got home.

January 18, 2012 – First Day as a Teller

Posted in Journals with tags , , , , , , on January 18, 2012 by Kinetic Orochi

I woke up at 6.a.m.  I washed my face ,I dressed, and I washed my face some more. I helped my 7yr-old brother with his sentence structure homework, something like… El Matador taunted the bull with his red cape. Lately his homework has been doubled by his teacher so he ends up not doing half of it until the morning. Some people would be nervous at their first day of work as a teller. But I’ve done enough to know better than to show lack of confidence at a job, or at anything for that fact. Doubt is a mean enemy that you don’t want on your side. 

To be honest, I didn’t do much for my training. I tried to do as much as I could and offered my help. My first jobs were something like: put this there, cut and print these papers, put these papers in envelopes, put those envelopes in that box, etc. etc. Pretty much a helper boy, it was my first day of training. at 11:30 we played some jeopardy about Christmas (awesome huh?)  and i got 2 out of 10 right, almost three but I don’t know why I picked octopus instead of oysters. What would any of those two things have to do with Christmas you wonder? Take a good guess.

at 12:00 we had lunch break, so I got some exploring to do. You see I work inside a hospital, and my bank is the smallest bank unit I’ve ever seen. It’s a little smaller than a double mobile home. I found the cafeteria and asked my way around on how things are done there, I used to be shy of asking such things, but not anymore. Go figure if you don’t ask and just stand around you’ll look even like a bigger fool. I took my hour and a half break (ehem, I mean hour break) and returned to the office at 1:30. I went inside and my co-worker started teaching me the basics of the computer system that I’d be using. After a few easy jobs, I would watch as they took customers in at 2:00p.m. Yes the bank opened at 2 and closed at 5. So I watched how they did stuff, but these guys were fast. I mean fast as like the skill of a Piano Player when he knows how to read sheet music like if it’s nothing and may place any piece at any time, or the skill of a call of duty player that’s been playing since the first game came out. These guys have had over 7 years of experience and it will be a while until I start catching up with their speed.

Once we were done, I said my farewells and went home. I won’t have work until Monday so I’ll have time to continue on my projects or start a new one since I tend to jump from topic to topic. I noticed the change though. I was busy all day, I came home hungry, tired, with a headache and time went by just like that. I still want to do a lot, I want to write (or do i mean type?), I want to continue searching for online jobs, but I also want to give in and lay down and fall asleep like normal people for once. The average person is said to fall asleep in 7 minutes, bullshit I thought. But today, just for today, maybe they’re right.

– Zogyark

The Bond

Posted in Novels with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 18, 2012 by Kinetic Orochi

Chapter 1

The first time Daryl set eyes on Stacey was at 5:42p.m. January 2nd, 2012 at the Barnes and Noble next to the mall. Maybe it was the exciting feeling of a new year and the loneliness of the last one that made Daryl so crazy for Stacey, love at first sight some call it, others call it pure obsession. Daryl grabbed a fictional book called “The Five Elements of Power”. Daryl thought he could achieve many things through literature and learning from books. He had tried the most popular music instruments and a various of sports, learned games and tried out about five different languages, in a way they worked, but learning by reading he never seemed to learned the fullest as someone that learned by growing with the art throughout their life.

Daryl then looked around at the tables and seats in the starbucks, he was very aware of his surroundings. Always picking out who might be hunting or giving welcome signals in the book store. Often than not he was always interested in other people wether it were their mood, their attitude, appearance, relationships and such. Daryl often liked to play out scenarios of the lives of people he would randomly see and make out their life. He often liked to go out to his local shopping mall at Ashton and watch people in the Dining area. He would have a blast there, specially on a Saturday afternoon he would see what he would call “humanity at its best.” A few hundreds of people just living, people he wouldn’t see or remember again yet in that moment, they would serve him for entertainment purposes. These people had no idea and never would, nor would they care of secretly being watched. Daryl of course, like any straight man in the state of Virginia, would watch and appreciate the many beautiful women that roamed the Dining Area. But never he thought, like Stacey. Daryl knows a beautiful woman when he sees her, and that day Stacey was sitting at a table that faced the window. Daryl knew she was the one that very moment, in that split second, he scanned her the way only he knew how. Every single part of her body was now imprinted on his head and his blood started to boil, his heart beating fast and his hands started to shake nervously in his jean pockets.

He walked towards her table, decided on what to do and say, yet as he walked closer his will walked farther away. The more he saw her the more he realized how more perfect she was. It was an instant attraction, the fact that he could not nitpick a single defect on her made him more nervous, and it was sad that for such a good looking guy like Daryl to have such problems when approaching women, often not knowing what to say he would ruin the talk by boring out the conversation with pointless questions that women often heard. Well maybe not all women, but defintely the ones he tried talking to. Very few times had his attempts worked and that was because of his good looks and the drunkness of the women, often leading to regrets the next day and if not short-lasting relationships that lasted no more than three months.

However not this time, Daryl would not ruin his chance at the love of his life. If something he had learned during the past years was that if he were to approach this woman in the current state, he would have about 65% chance of failure, 10% chance of a number, with 5% chance of being fake, plus that he would have 5% chance of her answering it and another 5% chance of getting a date. With all the math he figured out he had about 1% chance of sleeping with the woman of his dreams, and he would not let such chances decide this one.

Daryl sat a few tables across from her and took one quick glance, he tried to read for a bit, “tried” because it wasn’t possible for him to concentrate on any words at that very moment, all the words in the book seemed to switch from its first letter to something else such as “ass”, “beautiful”, “cute”, “dream”, “exotic”, “fuck” and so on until the end of the abecedary, then it would start all over again with different words. After that he took out his phone and pretended to text, but in reality he was typing what she looked like. Blue eyes, dark hair, sexy lips, perfect cheeks, sweet, sexy smile. Beautiful, woman eyebrows, long sexy legs, yummy breasts and booty. Then he thought that wouldn’t be enough, a picture would be. At first he was a little nervous he would get caught, but across from the table and lifting the phone a bit to get her in the camera would not be so difficult, not if done quick. Luckily for him his phone was one of the best in the country. With installed GPS and zoom in and out camera he could take High Definition pictures at any time. He took it out and pretended as if doing something on the phone that wasn’t taking a picture, he turned the volume off to shut the camera shoot sound it would make. He zoomed in to get the full picture of her and took it, then turn the phone as fast as he could. Daryl then knew his job was done for now and before the woman left he had to hurry up and leave himself first if he ever wanted to see her again. He got up, took his book and put it back on a shelf that wasn’t where the book originally was. When he took it he pretended to buy it but he would set that back to another day.

After walking through the parking lot and to his car, he got in and tried to figure out if he could see her from there. He then took out his phone and switched to the picture he took of her. “So Beautiful.” He said as he put his index and middle fingers on the phone and try to feel her in the picture, he couldn’t wait for her. He turned on his car as soon as a car left on the other parking lane and went towards it. His new parking spot was just what he needed, it gave him view of both the window where she was at and the exit of the Barnes and Nobles, there was no way she was getting away from him. He took out his phone and switched to video mode, zooming in on her, he took video of her. Smiling he was excited about it, about now being able to have her in movement, he could distinguish her purple dress in which she looked amazing in. He thought about the chances of her figuring that he was watching her but they were pretty slim to none. He was pretty far away to make out from her distance, she was on her computer doing god knows what, and to make out someone in a car and even the phone, you would have to really pay attention to your surroundings and be someone as observative as Daryl was and for someone to be doing that in a Barnes and Noble while reading who knows what was pretty much not going to happen.

Daryl sat for another 15 minutes, then she finally closed her computer and got up from her seat. Daryl surprised of this quickly sat up straight, he watched as she went out of sight inside the store then ended the video and turned his phone off. Daryl then waited, not taking his eyes out of the door, waited for the moment she would walk out, patiently, then impatiently. Another 15 minutes had passed and no sign of her, could he have missed her? It seemed impossible, he started to impatiently tap his foot. It was a bad habit that he had tried to stop many times and often succeeded, but it often came back to him at important events. After 45 minutes had passed, she finally came out the door, by then Daryl had already given up hope and had calmed down. This however, made him sit up fast again and made him stare at her to make sure she was the one. After a few seconds there was no doubt in this mind. There was that tall, beautiful woman, walking down the parking lot into her car. Daryl took note of the cars plate numbers in case he lost her. He then started to follow. (Needs Editing)*

January 17, 2012

Posted in Journals with tags on January 18, 2012 by Kinetic Orochi

Every time I write the date this year it feels weird, just at the end. 2012 – the year that many people have talked about and the year when all of us will be blown away by an asteroid, or get some fatal disease, or some awful natural disaster strikes the continent. The theories are many and do I believe? Frankly not, but I do not know much anyway. I don’t really get out of my way to research the accuracy of the theories and their claims. If I did believe then I’d go with the Mayan theory that the world ends in december… eh yeah sometime.

I got this blog started today and I see good progress, If I keep this up I will reach 100,000 words by the end of this month, who knows if that’s good or not but at least I know that the work will stay unless the site closes this down then I’ll really be mad. I had to format my computer last month because some virus killed my files and what-not and after trying for hours on saving the bunch of data I had, I decided that it was not worth the hassle and clicked “Yes” when asked if I was sure about it. My computer was as if brand new and my firewall suddenly was renewed (Hey!) though I think that was not supposed to happen.

After reading what I wrote I realized what’s wrong with my writing, which is a good thing. My vocabulary seems very limited, my writing is more like some writing directed towards teen more than professional writing. In a way I don’t feel bad because I don’t want to confuse people with over-complicated words that sometimes makes something hard to read. I also realize that I make many errors in grammar and sentences and crap, it’s been a while since I’ve taken a writing class so whatever skills I learned have temporarily disappeared  from my mind. But will come back slowly… hopefully.

It was a good, productive day and that was good, I went to JcPenny and got some clothes for my new part-time job that we’ll see how long it lasts, after a long time of looking for a job I finally get something, and hopefully I earn my full-time place. I’m not really a dress-well type of guy but if i have to I will, I feel different with these new clothes and not in a bad way. I feel like I have more class, more power, more confidence.

I will end this here, I still have stuff to do, things to get ready, and try to get some sleep for the big day tomorrow. Good Night.

– Zogyark