A Warning of Darkness

I have been called. I am utmost shaken by the news I am receiving. My very own grandmother, was taken away from the comfort of my home. Better yet, right on Christmas Eve.

Today I discover the truth, and have surprised my self of how equal I have grown to be like my mother. Every day, I unravel a piece of her tightly bound thread which she holds so close to her self, to her heart; like a deep dark secret. For years I have been trapped in a horrible storm that is my family’s stories. I always feel like I’m not being told something; always something; but never quite the total truth. Each time I steer my boat to the shores, a giant whirl-pool appears and drags me into the ocean; under the water, and into misery.

Every family is said to have a “skeleton” in their closets. In horror, I realize…..I am the skeleton. More than once, have I both amused myself, as well as horrified: I am but a darkened mirror, showing to the ones that get too close only what they need and want to see. Never letting them experience what is truly traveling through my mind, or what is boiling deep inside my weeping heart. I am happy, in a way, that no one knows the real beast that dwells with-in. The things I’ve seen, the things I have been through will never be equal to the sadness of a broken heart, or a stolen toy. But worse of all; I have another burden to add to the ever-growing cross I drag around on my broken back – Death.

“Thou shall surely die. And along the way so will the ones you hold dear. Protect them as you can, because when they are taken into the realm of shadow and sorrow, you will be all alone.” My aunt said to me on the telephone, millions of miles away. She told me that there are greater secrets that my mother holds deep in her; that kill her everyday; secrets that should never be passed on to another. But I want to know anyhow. In a way it is always part of our nature to want to know- Curiosity. It killed a cat, so why should it not entitled to kill us?

I only am left to wonder,  as I hang up the phone, when I am enlightened with these deathly sorrows my mother holds back in her faded green eyes each day, will I too, stumble under the now humongous cross, and fall into the un-holy mud, disintegrating with the first taste of these deadly truths and utmost horrible lies, only to be blown away by the wind, and to be forever forgotten in the Darkness of Time?

 

 

Am I prepared?

Spirited Away

*beeep*

Hi there! you’ve reached the voice box of *static*. As you may know, this Holiday Spirit has decided to take a vacation and leave his kindred teenager alone, just as all the holiday cheer was about to topple down on his little, innocent head. The truth is, he’s been waiting for this moment for about 11 to 12 months, but it looks like I won’t be making it this year to twinkle in his eyes, or to help him spread that smile across his face. But no matter; he’s always been able to pull through the tough times, right? But then again, I guess I’m forgetting he’s all grown up, and his mood changes as fast as the temperature here in Canada. He also seems to not be able to hold himself in anymore, his anger seems to suddenly dash out; embarrassingly, in all the wrong places. Some times I wonder if it’s all my fault, I’m always there to cheer him up, to make him forget his sorrows, but not this year. He’s doing pretty bad, since last time I’d spoken to him. He’s all grouchy and snarling at everything. I guess he just wants a normal movie-esque  Christmas. Not like that’ll ever happen, he doesn’t have that much family to have the whole house stuffed with people from all over. But everyone is different right? So I guess it’ll all be fine.

He hasn’t been writing in that novel of his lately either…I wonder if it’s all that bad.

But anyways; if you’re not the MasterCard calling me about my over-due bills, please, leave a message after the Chime :)

 

*GONNNGGGG*

Buckets of Rain and no Umbrellas

          Our society seems to always force us to be who we are not; or perhaps just try to make better people out of ourselves. Magazines tell us to wear certain things, TV tells us who to avoid, who’s cool and who’s the average loser, what’s hot and what's just plain ugly. I don't think some of you have ever stopped and thought that nothing would change if we didn't follow these rules that have been so carefully laid out for us all to follow. I can’t seem to bring my self to stop on these matters as well. My grade 4 teacher would call me a sheep, I guess. Its what she called all of us. I guess in a way we are.

Take an example of a handful of students. About one tenth of all those students will say they are in love with reading. while half of the left over people will say they are ok with reading, and the other will only read when threatened to. It’s not that they’ve been told that reading is bad, but it’s been applied by numerous brain-washings of television shows. Now, don't get me wrong, I love TV. I wont be able to live with out it. but I guess that just proves my point.

The school I go to? I don't really belong; sure I have my friends, but that doesn't mean I can tell them everything like in my old school. A diplomacy. A formal chat. A formal Laugh. why is this so? Well I’m not like them, as I mentioned before, society wants us to be social, attractive, successful, interesting, warm-hearted, not gross, and understandable among so many other qualities, that would probably take at least an hour to list. My point is: no one gives a crap how you turn out. The more successful you are; the worse it is for the whole world. they add these qualities to try to “breed” a beautiful and successful race, leaving the others to wither and die.

The economy? what economy? the whole world is a lie. Politics is a bunch of guys in suits stealing money, not that they don't promote change or become role models to people, but in all, all they are, are puppets. Some one controls them, and they control us. In a couple of years, it has been predicted that  Canada will be asked to be united with a close neighbor, so we will be able to over come this “economy crisis”. No questions will be asked. We will all agree. And why not? At least the USA will now know that Canadians DON’T live in igloos.

But this way they make us live is not our mistake.

It’s not our fault. Just like it’s not our fault the Earth is dying. All these crazy ideas coming from magazines, groups, cliques, TV, shops etc. are raining on us. Like buckets of rain …And we have no umbrellas.

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As you have noticed, I’ve taken a different approach on this entry. I think I enjoy the ranting in the begging, and then telling you about updates. I'm almost finished Chapter 4…(excitement!)

 

Hey! Yeah, you! Have you been desperately waiting to comment on my posts? Well now you can! You don't even have to register! It turns out that after fooling around in the control room; I found out how to make everyone eligible to comment.

(     no spam please :(     ).

Also, you may have noticed it’s snowing. Yes; that will stay for now, so put on a sweater find a cozy spot beside the crackling fire and warm up some hot chocolate :).

 

~  Happy Holidays!  ~

We Read, We Write, We Cut Things.

Hello! I’m back, (not that you have been following, anyway.)

This is a post to break the tradition of posting on Holidays. (and maybe just because I’m extremely bored…) But anyhow, I have been pretty busy with life in a high school; it ain’t all fun and games you know?

As you have  figured out, I'm am probably the worst blog-writer out there; but I like to keep my readers ( or the lack of) posted with the latest goodness :).

I am now on Chapter 4 of my first installment called “LightSHADOWS” a book that follows several characters in their quest to “find them-selves” and being teenagers; it does get complicated. It’s a fictional novel; and when I say fictional – I mean… really, really fictional. Also, like I have mentioned earlier, the story mainly focuses on Max, but the other characters do make their appearances as well.

Anyhow, I’m rambling; and it’s getting uninteresting probably. You may be wondering when I’m ganna finish this whole shebang? I really wanna finish by next year, April. So you can expect the book in stores by 2010-11 ( I hope!  I have no idea how the publishing gig happens..)

I dedicated this post to Jason Mraz, and his new album. (For more Mraz: www.jasonmraz.com) Even though I liked the previous ones better, I still respect him for following his dream. I think that’s what we should all be doing when stuck; following our inner selves. But before I get too cheesy, I’d like to thank the people who actually have read this blog, and stuck with me for the past year.

If you all behave; I might give a super-special-awesome preview in my next post.(wont that be fun? :D)

Well; I guess I better wrap up; I mean; my notebook in which I write this book is already  jealous of me using my computer more often than her.

Ta,

 

MaxDeathLore

EDIT: And today is a Holiday!! Happy Ninja DAY! Source:http://newsblaze.com/story/2006112810530000001.sp/topstory.html

...Nothing Dies... {~~Happy Mother's Day!!~~}

I have a knack for posting on holidays, don't I?

Hello, my dear few viewers!

Like I said, I'm still working on it, so hold on to your seats...sort of...

*Ahem*

LightSHADOWS will be my first installment, It focuses on a boy named Max, who has to embark on a journey to find his memories, and initially, himself.

I am on Chapter Three, currently, I am sorry, it does take a while for me to think something up, each chapter is about 7-10 pages, so don't worry, i haven't only written a page, and am boasting about it, Heh.

If you are stopping by, what do you think...should I just post the first chapter up?

Comment please.

At about 5 comments from different people,I will post them.

Thank you, Best Wishes, and give your mom a kiss =)

MaxDeathLore