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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 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

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)*