wow!!!!!!!!

I am now my own follower!!!!! crazy!

Just curious

I've been wondering, can you be your own follower on this blog?

Disappointment

So I have always thought that I could write a decent story. I may not be the next Ernest Hemingway but I thought it was at least good for a high school student. However, just recently I sent a story and a poem I wrote in to our school literary magazine... nothing. They didn't take any of it.
Yes, my pride is ridiculous.
Yes, my pride is hurt.
This isn't the first time stuff like this has happened... this is just the first time I can sound like a wimpy, over emotional teenager in some online blog...

I have decided that starting today I will try to post at least one piece of personal lit. on this blog every week.
Who knows, maybe someone will come by and give me the ultimate secret to being a better writer.

Remember Remember...

They never said it couldn’t be done… never did they say it was impossible, not once…

They said it was wrong, they said we shouldn’t, they said don’t, they said no… but we soon found out that it was possible. And ohhh when we got started there was no stopping us. We spread our wings and soared high out of reach from the grimy, sticky hands of the world that wished to cage us. We soared higher and higher out of grasp from those on earth… so high we lost touch with earth. We no longer remembered that which had forced us to learn to fly; so out of touch that the lines between right and wrong became skewed… and eventually disappeared altogether.

It started small, just little things at first, tests… but like all things it escalated when we realized we could get away with it. It continued unpunished for what felt like an eternity… of course it wasn’t, really it was only a few months, but that was long enough for it to already get out of control… out of anyone’s control. Out of their control, out of our control, nothing could stop the coming tidal wave. A trail of destruction followed us wherever we went. We abandoned our schools, our homes, our families, our friends, our hopes, our dreams, our futures, we abandoned the world. The punishment for our crime is death. Failure is met with death. Success is met with death.  We roam the abyss searching for the next euphoric high… we live the life of adrenaline junkies.

We come in all shapes and all forms, from all corners of the world. The abandoned, the lonely, the misunderstood, the spoiled, the happy, the sad, the abused, the pampered, there is no way of picking us out from a crowd, no way of stopping us… we are hundreds. A force too great to be ignored but too small to be given any attention… You merely acknowledge our existence, leaving us to fade, unseen into the background.

We are the forgotten. We are the lost. We are the found.

From this day forth you will always remember us. Today is the day we sear our presence deep into your memory. Today is the day we shed our place among the forgotten. Today is the day we take back what has been stolen from the humans of this world. Today is the day when we will once again remind the world how it feels. Today is the day we return the terror and instill it into the hearts of all beings.

Today is the day.

Vengeance is ours.