I'm Moving To Wordpress!

http://obachuka.wordpress.com/

Yup, sorry Blogspot fans! Sure Blogger was really easy to set up, but I just find Wordpress a whole lot better to use in my own opinion of course. And it's really annoying to continuously update to both blogs.

So anyways, yeah. If you like my blog, subscribe to me on Wordpress! Through Google Reader or or email or whatever. Bookmarking works too I suppose, for those of you that don't use subscribers.

While I'm at it, I might as well advertise my friends' blogs too.

http://havepun.blogspot.com/ - A blog of puns by the great Pun Master.

http://sharkandfamily.wordpress.com/ - A comic about Shark. And Family. By FunkyPhreshShark.

I'll still keep my Blogspot up, but I won't be updating it everyday.

The Crystal Tree

"This is a timeline of crabs you've killed. The further you walk down, the older it gets."
I walked down the path sloped downhill slightly. Giant crab legs sprouted out of the sides of the road. I walked down further, and the road gradually turned steeper, until I found myself climbing down the side of a cliff. The crab legs here were older and smaller. I occasionally saw the dead body of a sea horse a puffer fish. The Sea King's army. At the bottom of the cliff, the ocean waves crashed into the cliff, making peaceful sounds like that of a beach. Except probably more violent. Like, krr-aaaaash. Krr-aaaash. As opposed to Ssss-plaaa. Shh.
The cold water splashed onto my face, and all the droplets felt like a fine mist. A pale pine tree stood in the middle of all the splashing waves. I'm not sure if the tree floated on water, or if the tree trunk extended all the way to the bottom. I never bothered checking before. Each pine leaf glittered white, almost like a crystal. The tree trunk retained its natural brown color, and seemed to grow taller every time I saw the tree. At the top of the tree, the spiny leaves clustered and formed a diamond. I don't know why the Sea King wants the tree, but I knew the island would crumble without this crystal tree.
A seagull cried out behind me. It flapped its wings and cried at me. Suddenly, it took flight and zoomed towards the white tree. Great, now the Sky King wants the tree to. I punched the seagull down. Because I can. Soon, the Sky King will probably be sending those stupid vultures or eagle or albatross...
Sigh.

Whoo, 100 visits!

Actually my Blogger blog hit 100 visits a long time ago. I wasn't paying attention I guess. I mean, 100 isn't even all that much.

I'll have to do something cool. Tomorrow.

EDIT: I also have 3 views from Denmark and 1 view from Malaysia. Awesome.

I Spent Way Too Much Time

Making this simple logo.

Actually, that was easy. I spent way too much time doing stupid lighting effects.

What can I say, I love me some poorly done glowy stuff.

Blogger doesn't allow for transparency...now it looks even worse!

Test

1. In a circular flow diagram, which of the following is true in the product market?
A) Households sell goods and services to business firms.
B) Households sell resources to business firms.
C) Business firms sell resources to households.
D) Business firms sell good and services to households.
E) Households buy resources from business firms.

2. Did you get the previous question correct?
A) Yes
B) No
C) The previous question was rigged; there were no correct answers.
D) This question is rigged; there are no correct answers.

3. Did you write your name on the test?
A) Yes
B) Yes
C) Yes
D) Yes

4. Hello ______(Your Name). How are you?
A) Fine, how are you?
B) Why do you ask?
C) Terrible.
D) I see colooouuuurs.
E) Other ___________________(If Other, Please Detail Here)

5. Do you know why you’re here?
A) No
B) Yes
C) I’m afraid to answer.
D) I won’t talk!

6. Do you know where you are?
A) It’s too dark to see.
B) The basement of my house.
C) I’m blindfolded!
D) It sounds like there’s water nearby.
E) Heaven.

7. How would you feel if we told you your previous answer was wrong?
A) Surprised
B) Expected
C) Sad
D) What?! There’s no way I can be wrong!
E) I know what you’re up to!

8. Aren’t you lonely? We wouldn’t mind if you invited friends over.
A) I don’t have any friends.
B) Where is Abad?
C) Where is Rachel?
D) I won’t let you get to my friends.
E) I have you to keep my company.

9. What is the volume of y = ln(x^2) rotated around x = 3, from x = 1 to 5?
A) 4pi
B) e^2
C) 5^(1/2)
D) These are all wrong.

10. How far back can you remember?
A) 10 years
B) 20 years
C) 20 years
D) 30 years
E) 40 years

11. You remember what happened then, don’t you?
A) Of course I remember!
B) I have no clue what you’re talking about.
C) Oh god, you’re...
D) Why, what happened?
E) That restaurant was great.

12. We need to know the truth. Where is Cade?
A) Yeah, where is he? He owes me money.
B) I don’t know.
C) I won’t tell you.
D) He’s at school.

13. He’s dead.
A) What?! He’s dead?!
B) This isn’t a question.
C) No he’s not.
D) I remember now...

14. What’s your favorite ice cream flavor?
A) Strawberry.
B) Chocolate.
C) Vanilla.
D) Caramel.
E) Mint.

15. That was Rachel’s favorite ice cream too. When did you last see her?
A) Just yesterday.
B) Who is Rachel?
C) Ten years ago.
D) Two weeks in the future.
E) She didn’t eat ice cream.

16. We see you’re struggling. With both the questions and your binds. How does that feel?
A) Uncomfortable
B) I’m not struggling.
C) Are these ropes?
D) Are these...chains?
E) Are these...super glue?

17. Is “I like” a complete sentence?
A) Yes, it has a subject and verb.
B) No, it doesn’t contain a complete thought.
C) Wait, why am I bound?
D) None of the above.

18. What happened to Smeagle at the end of The Lord of the Rings?
A) He died
B) He got the ring
C) He wasn’t in the end.
D) He ran away.
E) All of the above.

19. What happened to Cade at the end of his life?
A) He died.
B) He got...
C) He drowned her.
D) He was drowned.
E) I drowned him.

20. Thank you, we have learned a lot. Please pass the test forward.
A) I can’t, I’m tied.
B) Is this a camera?
C) Who are you?
D) x = 4dy/dt
E) CORRECT ANSWER

Answer Key:
1) D 2) E 3) A 4) D 5) C 6) A 7)D 8)E 9) T 10) O 11) B 12) E 13) C 14) O 15) N 16) T 17) I 18) N 19) U 20) E 21) D

Revelation!

So I realized that I can churn out bad pictures just as fast as I can churn out bad stories.

Yay for poorly drawn pictures! I won't be adding ugly pictures like these to the picture archive.

My stories are probably better so I'll still do those more often.

Also, I'm thinking of moving to WordPress since it looks better.

Also also, yes, those three skinny things on his hands are fingers. I bet you wish you could do that with your fingers. Unfortunately he lacks thumbs.

Guilt Man

Oh wow. I wrote this 6/17/2009. That was so long ago...for some for-fun-competition I forget.
I was looking through old Google Documents, when I noticed a "post to blog" function. How convenient! I think I'll use that more often now.

May 5, 2005
It's nearing the anniversary of my wife's death. I walked with John to the section of the building he worked in. I worked on the other side, but I came anyway since he had a conspiracy story concerning my wife's death he wanted to tell me. It's been eleven years.

May 6, 2005
There was a meeting today. It was on the side John worked at. Uncommon, but not unheard of. I found an open door I've never noticed before, since I don't usually come here. I felt its open mouth was calling to me. It seemed so familiar.

May 9, 2005

I returned today to check out the door. It was locked. I peered through its small foggy window to see a dark room. I could have sworn for a second I saw a figure on the ground, watching me with its empty eyes. The medication I take this time of year can cause hallucinations.

May 10, 2005

I talked to my doctor today. He said I probably won't need the medication anymore anyways. It's been eleven years after all. I never noticed this until now, but I think I may have met my doctor from somewhere else before.

May 11, 2005

Last night, the dreams started coming back. My deceased wife called out to me with a horrible look on her face. I remember now. It's been eleven years. The watching figure from the room made an appearance as well. I think it will be better if I continue my medication.

May 12, 2005

Restful sleep, no dreams. Today, I have to work overtime to pay for my bills in time. John called asking to pick something up from his office for him. It was getting dark, and as I walked through the corridors to the other side, I could hear my footsteps through the silence. As I passed the room from before, I ventured a quick peek through its window and froze. A pale face was pressed against the window, its mouth open in a ghastly way. There was congealed blood on the edges of the window as if it had been there forever. Worst of all, its eyes were open in fright, and locked with mine, unblinking. It was my wife.

May 13, 2005

Today was the day. The anniversary. I was so scared. But it's alright now. I won't need my special sleep pills. I'm in jail now. I confessed to the police. I killed my wife, in that same room. They believed me. From here, I could see John talking to a police. He looked just like my doctor. He said to the officer, "And you said that it was a lame super power."

Picture Archive Added!

I'm not a good artist either...but it's fun to draw. Who knows, maybe I just might become...good...
Le'Gasp!

Naahh.

Lost in a Maze

Little Petey scurried along on his four, stubby legs. Bonk, he ran into a wall. Petey examined the wall with his red, beady eyes. The brown wall looked smooth, but not entirely smooth, kind of like paper smooth. Not this way.
Petey sniffed around, and picked up the scent of salted peanuts from a freshly opened bag. Left. He would go left.
Bonk, another wall. Similar to the last, but not the same wall. Sniff, bonk, wall. Sniff, bonk, wall.

"I think he's lost," scientist A said. In his left hand, he held a clipboard with figures and sheets, and in his right hand he scribbled furiously with a black pen.
"What mouse was this one? He received the drugs from the new batch didn't he?" scientist B said. He adjusted his glasses and peeked at his peer's clipboard.
"What's up guys?" scientist Timanthorexington said. "I'm cool because I have a name, even if I only have one other line of dialogue other than this random introductory sentence."

Petey ran through the maze. Sniff, bonk, wall. Sniff, bonk, ...wall? This wall felt different from the others. Petey nudged it, and the wall bent inwards slightly. Petey gave the wall a stronger nudge, and the wall fell.

"Nono," scientist B scolded, pointing at scientist A's clipboard. "That's not right."
"I know what I'm doing!" Scientist A snatched his notes away. "I already made sure I have the right amount of sig figs. And last I checked, 2+5 is most definitely 7, nitwit."
"Uh...guys?" Timanthorexington asked. "I think our little mouse buddy got away."
"What?!" scientist B shouted. He ran over to the maze, and adjusted his glasses again. Sure enough, the maze was missing a wall, and the mouse could not be found.
"Blast it! This is all your fault!" scientist B accused scientist A.

Petey scurried along, this time the floor felt cold and hard. And unwelcoming. Bonk, Petey ran into a wall. The white, hard wall loomed high into the sky, and extended in both directions further than Petey could see. Petey sniffed, but only the stinging smell of isopropyl alcohol reached him. For the first time, Petey paniced. He was lost.

Scientist A walked through long corridors, his shoes making clack, clack sounds against the tiled floors. He held a wire cage in his arms.
Scientist B followed behind, whispering, "This is all your fault!" Scientist B stopped, and adjusted his glasses. Then he adjusted them again. "I think we found our mouse." Petey ran in front of them, in vicious circles.
"Gotcha!" scientist A shouted, banging the cage down on Petey, and locked the doors.

Petey scurried along, and ran into a wall. Brown and smooth. He sniffed, and smelled the comfortable scent of peanuts. He was home.

Just To Clarify

When I write in first person and I don't specify who the narrating character is, it's usually me, the author. And I assure you, all these first hand experiences are true and really did happen to me!

Let's Play Truth Or Dare!

Truth!
What did I do to get into jail? Well after I burned down an orphanage, I-
Wait, what do you mean I'm not supposed to lie? Actually telling the truth would be boring.
Like, so one time I was playing truth and dare with my best friend, Jack. Okay fine, he wasn't my best friend. In fact, we barely knew each other, but I was bored and wanted to play with him anyways. He asked me in his grouchy voice, "What's the worst thing you've ever done?"
What a noisy question right? And really, the worst thing I ever did was super boring, so I decided to lie. It's not like he would know yeah?
So I said, "I killed Maragaret."
The dude's eyes widened really wide, and shouted, "You! You killed my sister!"
What the hell man? I just made up that name, how was I supposed to know he had a murdered sister named Maragaret. I tried to clarify the situation, but Jack wouldn't hear any of it, and called the police. It didn't help either, when the police found my handgun collection in my room. It's just a mere coincidence that I had a similar gun used to kill Maragaret!
So that's why I'm here in jail. For a while at least, until they clarify that I really didn't kill Margaret.
All right, fine, that whole story was a lie. I really did burn down an orphanage. Not like there were any orphans living there though, it was empty! Mostly.
Anyways, your turn. I dare you to not rape me.

Previous Junk

Well I did have a story I wanted to write about, but I spent too much time goofing off today. And now I'm tired.
So instead, take these old, bad stories.

Chocolate vs Vanilla

Dear Karen

First Story

I Once Ate A Candy Bar

Saturday Night and Sunday Morning

September

That's Not My Name

The Day My Grandmother Blew Up

The Women and Their Chickens

Yup, like I said, all bad.

I Found Some Treasure Today!

So I was walking to math class (Oh god, I failed the BC test) right? And I saw blue stone sparkling on the ground. The shiny and tiny stone called out to me, begging me to pick it up. I entered a heated debate with it, considering the ethics of picking up a stranger to me, even if it was just a talking stone.
Actually, it begged metaphorically. In my mind. I just begrudgingly picked up the stone, and pretended to debate with it. Doesn't matter. So I examined the stone carefully, and I noticed that -
OHMIGOSH HEAD SPINNING WEIRD COLOURS GONNA PUKE
I dropped the stone, and it made a little clink noise as it hit the concrete ground. What was that? I stared at the small, shiny stone. It stared back at me, and seemed to be gloating or mocking, and daring me to pick it up again.
Metaphorically of course.
I stepped on the stone, but y'know, it didn't really do anything. Despite common sense dictating not to, I picked the stone up again. A wave of nausea swept through my head, but I clenched onto that stone, and crushed it with my bear hands. Metaphorically of course; my hands were bare, not bear.
Actually, not so metaphorically. Blue, sparkling dust rested in my hand, quite literally crushed. I brought my hand closer to my face, and closely examined the dust. Sparkling, saphire, quite pretty actually. I laughed, having exacted my revenge against the stone. Then I sneezed.
FML
Metaphorically of course.

Am I Dreaming?

This all feels so unreal. I look at my hand. Six fingers. Am I dreaming? I wander through the dark halls of my home. I somehow managed to make my way to my bed without tripping, despite my room being pitch black and scattered with books, ropes, giant one foot die, bubble wrap swords, and an overgrowth of vines. I lay down on my bed, which felt incredibly warm because a nearby toaster radiated heat. I put my head down on the pillow. It was so soft, and I instantly drifted away...
You wake up. Everything seems normal. Your alarm clock was ringing. It had an annoying ring; it sang out a song that you just can't remember. You yawn as you shut off your ringing alarm monkey. You got out of bed, fully clothed and headed towards the window. You opened the window, and a fresh breeze rolled in. You stepped out of the window, onto a cloud. It feels cold and wet, and also so real. You walked to school, but when you arrived, no one was there because today was Saturday. You start heading back, but you forgot something.
Ted yawned. It had been a hard day of work at the factory. The factory was a large, pyramid shaped building. Its completely black, cool surface was polished to a fancy shine. There seemed to be no windows. Ted stared at the building, trying to remember what he accomplished there today. Then he tried to remember what he did there at all. Something important, no doubt. Ted walked through the completely empty parking lot to his small, rusted car. He got inside and drove the car for a bit. The controls were unresponsive though, so he just set the car to autopilot and sat back. He yawned, feeling bored. Ted got out of his seat to the back of the car and dove into a pool. The water felt muffling and wet, but lacked any temperature. Ted swam to the bottom, forgetting his need to breathe. He found his way to an underwater cavern. A dragon roared from inside, and bones and food particles flew out, along with Ted's bed. It had been a hard day of work at the factory. Ted went to bed.
My toaster buzzed, and I woke up with a jolt. Feeling exceptionally groggy, I rubbed my eyes with my hands. I stared at my hands. I had six fingers. Am I drea-
Oh wait. I do have six fingers, nevermind. I guess I am awake. I should probably clean out the vines in my room. My toaster buzzed again, and my toaster shot two pieces of toast into the air. I somersaulted out of bad, put on my clothes, caught the toast in my teeth, and landed upside down balanced on my left hand. Man, am I glad I put my toaster next to my bed.

Added More Flash Animations

I added some mediocre animations. That's about it. I'm sleepy.

Apocalypse in Eight Days

On the first day, everything seemed normal.

On the second day, the sun rose, casting its red rays on the fluffy white clouds. Breathtaking, beautiful, an assortment of reds, purples, oranges, and blues. The sky stayed this color the rest of the day.

The third day. The colors of the sky began to blend together, forming a darkish rainbow throughout the whole sky. Coldness, frost covered grass, cars, trees. Both the sun and moon hung in the sky. So bright, so vibrant, so aesthetic.

The fourth day. The air grew thick and humid. It became hard to talk. It became hard to breathe. The oceans are restless. Silence everywhere. The colorful sky grew darker, the moon turned brighter. The sun did not set.

Fifth day. Silence broken. The sound of that terribly annoying high pitched noise like putting your ear next to an old tv. The moon seemed larger. Rain, lots of rain, but the sun still hung in the sky. A pretty rainbow. The air smelled sweet, birds sang. Ocean levels rose, flooded.

Sixth day. The rainbow twisted itself into a wicked smile. The oceans fell. Dryness, heat, paranoia. Paranoia? The moon descended. The sun, still in the sky, changed shapes. It's a square now. The sound of nails on a chalkboard. Dirty, uncut nails. The smell of cigarettes masked by a sweet perfume.

Seventh. Everything back to normal.

Eighth. The sun rose, casting its red rays on the fluffy white clouds. Breathtaking, beautiful, an assortment of reds, purples, oranges, and blues.

Ah, what the hell. Flash Animation Archive added!

I was going to ration out my posts and add the Flash Animation Archive later. But oh well!

I made a few animations for my digital design class. Short and interesting, nothing special. I'm not a very good artist. I won't make many Flashes, but I occasionally will when I feel like it.

Music Archive Added!

I'm just playing around with Fruity Loops. I'm not a good composer, but it's pretty fun so I'll probably upload more stuff. Making songs takes more time though, compared to say, writing a random super short tiny "story."

Second Blog Post of the Day

Who says I can't make more than one blog post a day?!

No, I do not actually have anything to say...
Yeah.

Tea Time Part 3

“Oh? That unruly werewolf? Fine, show him in, Tiffany,” Viollette commanded her maid. The maid bowed and left the garden back into the manor.
Jessie turned his smooth, white face away from Marlene’s embrace towards Viollette. “Ooooh, do you have another guest? He can join our tea party!”
“No no. Just an unwanted beast,” Viollette scoffed.
Marlene smiled her mischievously and said, “Oh? Aren’t you one too ‘Madame’ Viollette?”
Viollette scowled at Marlene. “Hold your tongue, girl.”
“Having trouble with children, Madame Viollette?” Alfred laughed, as he stepped out of the manor’s giant doors. He dressed in a black tuxedo and wore a top hat. His shaggy, brown hair reached down to his shoulders and his face sported a large beard.
“Don’t you ever manage your disgusting hair?” Viollette asked.
“A pointless endeavor. The hair would just grow out again in a few days time,” Alfred replied. Tiffany approached Alfred, and with a quick motion of her hands, created a black wood chair with velvet cushions. Alfred moved the chair closer to the white table and sat down. “Ah yes, thank you Tiffany. Now then, Madame Viollette, I have a matter to discuss with you. There appears to be...unwelcome visitors in your forest.”
Viollette sipped some tea and leaned back. “And why should I care? People intrude in my forest all the time. It’s their fault if they perish.”
“Yeah, Viola’s too busy playing with us!” Marlene interjected.
Alfred smiled. “Oh, my apologies Madame. I hadn’t realized I was cutting into your playtime with children.”
Viollette set her tea cup down and said through gritted teeth, “I am not playing with children.”
“Not playing with children? I’m just ten years old, and Jessie isn’t even nine yet!” Marlene cackled. She turned to Alfred, explaining “She plays with us because no one else wants to play with her.”
Alfred raised his eyebrow, but Viollette cut him off before he could speak. “Silence girl! You should be grateful you aren’t dead!”
Marlene continued to taunt and laugh at Viollette. “And-and you know what’s the best part? She likes playing with little children! Ahaha!” Marlene clutched her stomach, tears in her eyes as she kept laughing. “It’s because she likes being all adult-like, but she’s so small! Even after all these years she’s still a tiny girl! We’re her only ‘friends’ that’s smaller than her!”
A loud bang sounded through the garden. Marlene fell to the ground, bound by a smokey, black rope. Viollette stood facing Marlene, a fierce expression on her face. Smoke drifted from her fingers, and the smell of ash lingered in the air. The garden grew quiet save for Viollette’s heavy breathing.

Murder Mystery! Alternate Dimension 2

"This was entirely your fault."
"What. No this wasn't," Jared said. The dead body lay on the ground covered in blood. Jared poked the dead body. "Maybe he's still alive..."
Murderer shook his head. "There's no way he's still alive. This was all your fault Jared."
"Not it wasn't!" Jared complained. "I didn't do anything. You're the one named 'Murderer.'"
"Jumping to conclusions now are we? Just because my name is murderer..."
"Hey, why did your parents name you 'Murderer?' Not only is it a bad name, isn't it also inconvenient in almost every way?"
"Whoa there, I happen to be quite fond of my name, thank you very much," Murderer said. He wandered over to the dead body, and turned it over, revealing a a small knife sticking out of the body. Silver letters embedded into the knife's handle spelled out "Jared."
"Hey! Jared, this is your knife!" Murderer shouted.
"What?!" Jared exclaimed. "I've been framed!"
"I didn't do anything!" Framer cried out in despair.

Murder Mystery! Alternate Dimension 1:

"Omigosh, a dead body!" exclaimed high school student extraordinare, Jamie. The body of a fat man lay on the ground. Dead. Definitely dead.
"I must solve this mystery!" Jamie said, because the police obviously cannot solve these types of mysteries. Why not?
BECAUSE SOMETHING SUPERNATURAL IS INVOLVED. Dun dun duunnn.
"First, I must check for evidence," Jamie narrated. Jamie rummaged through the dead man's pockets.
Found: Wallet
Jamie checked the driver's license. "Looks like his name is Whiny Winston. I better keep this just in case."
Jamie pocketed the ID.
Jamie pocketed $200.
Jamie returned the wallet.

*Note: Nothing I write is ever "canon" unless I put it under Story Archive.

Crap

Almost forgot to post. Physics test tomorrow.

Take this instead. I wrote it. I feel so proud to be up there.
http://www.sixwordstories.net/2011/01/%E2%80%9Cuh-oh%E2%80%9D-said-the-heart-surgeon/

CONSPIRACY

Smart.fm, the site I use to learn some nice Japanese (and Chinese) vocab, is selling out! I will now attempt to learn everything I wanted to within March 31, 2011.

...

Totally doable...IF I CRAM! WOOHOOOO No time for blogging, time to cram!

EDIT: I need to take a break...

Story time!

I was just going to my favorite website to go study. When all of the sudden, they will be closing down, and after March 31 I must pay for their services!
Capitalism!
It was all the government's plan all along! They, and other corporations, had lulled me into a false sense of security. Then, they struck with their fiendish ways!
For that is what the government wants. To cause dismay for the people. The big question though, is why do they seek this?
Because, DUN DUN DUNNNN
The government is run by robots! From the future! It runs out that in the future, people got too happy. The dense happiness on Earth caused it to rip *insert something technical sounding apart, destroying the universe as we know it.
Back to the present:
Sure the robots want to save the universe...but they're going about it the wrong way. Because, you see, dear reader, the robots...are building nukes! Nukes I say! They plan to annihilate all humans, in order to save their world.
As a radical thinker, I believe it's possible to save our universe. Without blowing up our planet.

But I won't unveil my plans quite yet. Back to cramming.

Tea Time Part 2

I changed Vallerie's name to Viollette.

The sound of Chinaware clinked as Jessie fumbled with three teacups embroidered with a blue, flower pattern. Jessie picked up a teapot with the same flower pattern with both of his small hands, and poured a dark, black liquid into the tea cups.
Finally, Viollette spoke in a soft voice. “I invited you two not out of the kindness of my heart, nor out of friendship. I’m merely bored, and as a lady, I figured I ought to show politeness towards the people of this village.”
“Teehee, oh Violet~” Marlene teased. “Politeness? All the other villagers are just too scared of your cute face.”
Viollette’s lips quivered, and she replied, “As they should be...”
Marlene picked up her tea cup, which now felt warm from the hot liquid. The dark tea swirled in the expensive cup, and gradually lightened into a brownish red as the tea cooled down. “Is this one of your concoctions, Vivi?” The now translucent, dark red tea smelled refreshing like grass after heavy rain.
Viollette picked up her cup with her thumb and index finger, and took a quiet sip. She half closed her blue eyes, still staring at Marlene, and said, “I assure you, it’s not poisoned.”
Marlene giggled, her bells chiming in as well. “No of course not Viola. If you wanted us dead, you could have killed us twenty times over in the past few minutes.”
“I couldn’t do that,” Viollete said, the bored expression still on her face. “I don’t have the power to ressurect your corpse to kill you again.”
Marlene laughed, and took a sip of the hot tea. Its refreshing and slightly sweet flavor calmed the mind.
Jessie eagerly drank his tea as well, tilting the China cup into his mouth. “Viollette, it’s great! You always make the best tea,” Jessie exclaimed. He beamed at Viollette, who regarded his compliments with a subtle nod.
“But Viollette, I’m sure you want that power don’t you?” Marlene continued. She leaned forward with a devilish look in her dark eyes, and laughed. “Isn’t that what you’re seeking? The power to revive the dead?” Viollette narrowed her eyes, a threatening expression on her face.
“Oh, stop it Marlene!” Jessie laughed, and hugged Marlene. “You’re being wicked to Viollette again!”
“I suppose so,” Marlene said. She stroked Jessie’s soft hair. “You’re so girly Jessie!” Marlene teased.
“Am not!” Jessie whined, the light blue ribbon still in his hair.
A tall, dark haired woman wearing a maid’s outfit approached Viollette. “Madame, you have a visitor. It is Alfred; he claims it is urgent.”
Viollette scowled. “That unruly werewolf? Bah, fine show him in.”
Jessie turned his smooth, white face away from Marlene’s embrace towards Viollette. “Ooooh, do you have another guest? He can join our tea party!”
“No no. Just an unwanted beast,” Viollette scoffed.
Marlene smiled her mischievous smile, and said, “Oh? Aren’t you an 'unwanted beast' too, ‘Madame’ Viollette?”

Tea Time Part 1

"Yaaay, tea time! Tea time!" Jessie exclaimed in his high pitched voice. The boy wore a pale blue sweatshirt, much too large for his small stature, his sleeves extending well past his hands and the bottom of his shirt reached all the way to his knees. He danced around the warm garden filled with bright, yellow flowers whose sweet smells induced drowsiness.
Marlene giggled, her assortment of bells chiming in agreement. The young girl wore far too many ribbons and small bells on her fancy, violet dress. "Jessie, come over here!" Marlene said. The little boy wandered through the pool of yellow flowers to Marlene, who sat at a short, marble table, whose white surface felt cold and smooth to the touch.
Marlene fastened a light blue ribbon into Jessie's copious, dark brown hair. "There, you look so pretty."
Jessie grinned, revealing his small, perfect white teeth. "Thanks Marlene!" He exclaimed, his voice ringing with happiness.
"I"m glad you like it," Marlene said. "Now be a dear and pour us some tea. Vallerie's not the patient type." Marlene glanced at Vallerie, a small girl wearing a fluffy, dark red and black dress. Vallerie's bored face rested in her small, delicate hand, and her shiny, blonde hair reached all the way to the ground.
Marlene fidgeted, and spoke to Vallerie. "Thanks Vallerie...for inviting me and Jessie here..."
Vallerie glared at Marlene with her icy, blue eyes.
Marlene gathered up her courage, and continued. "Though it's surprising Vallerie. I thought you were too busy being an adult to play with me and Jessie." Marlene grinned mischievously, and waited for a response from the pale girl.
The sound of Chinaware clinked as Jessie fumbled with three teacups embroidered with a blue, flower pattern. Jessie picked up a teapot with the same flower pattern with both of his small hands.

All right, I'm done for now, I'll continue this tomorrow.

Waking Up In Vegas

So I was going to write a story about tea time. But then I got distracted by my own imagination. I'll still write it, but I'm sleepy now, and I might take forever writing about tea.

So instead, I'll be lazy and link to a junk story I made for creative writing class. I had to write anything about the prompt "waking up in Vegas."

I have a couple of stories I want to write about. I also might upload things other than stories.

Thugasarus Part 2

EDIT: It has come to my attention that this is not a tyrannosaurus. But does that matter? Look at its shades. So shady.

Thugasaurus

Considerably attractive innocent bystander female Janie (13ish) weighing under 100lbs and can barely do a push-up, walks into alone into a dark, deserted alleyway into the bad part of town at midnight completely defenseless and unarmed save for a giant wad of 100 dollar bills.
A thug hopped out of the shadows and cornered Janie.
A mixture of utter surprise and fear cursed Janie. A mugger! How unexpected, Janie did not see this coming. "Eeeek," she cried. "Will someone save me from this shocking and out-of-the-blue turn of events?"
Another thug hopped out of the shadows, bigger and stronger than the previous.
"Well this does not improve my situation at all," Janie complained.
Yet another thug hopped out of the shadows. Too many thugs in one area! The thugs began to fight each other over who will mug Janie.
One last thug hopped out of the shadows. He transformed into a tyrannosaurus four-legged dinosaur thing brontosaurus, and ate the other thugs.
"Huzzah! The process of evolution has saved me! Thank you survival of the fittest!" Janie exclaimed. She hopped onto the dinosaur, shouting "Come Thugasarus! We will rule this town!"
Janie and Thugasaurus, now best friends for life <3 ran into town destroying everything.

Story Archive Added!

Whoooooooo I finally did something.

Sometimes when I post my random junk here, I might decide to polish up the story. So that it's almost like an actual story. I'll keep all my better stories under Story Archive page. Yay for organization! I'll upload through Google Docs because of bias and because it's easier to edit. I included a word count for those tl;dr people. Aren't I so considerate? Of course, you wouldn't be here if you were a tl;dr type.

Meanwhile, I'll keep posting junk posts here.

Bed Time Story!

I should probably do these posts BEFORE I get sleepy.

Tomorrow though, I'll probably do something. Make a list of my stories I want to share I guess. I'll upload them through Google Docs because I'm lazy, and it's easier to edit things on Google Docs than on Blogssssssssssszzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...

Here's a short bed time story:

The moon felt extremely sleepy one day. And whoop-de-doo, it fell asleep. Fell. Plummeted. Sank. Into the ocean.
Glub glub glub, but the moon kind of couldn't swim. Lack of limbs I guess.
The animals in the ocean tried to help the moon. But omigod the moon was too heavy, who knew.
You know, the moon couldn't even fit in the ocean. Most of the moon was perfectly fine. Except for the part where the moon used to breathe. It wouldn't drown if it didn't decide to fall face first into the ocean.

Moral of the story!
Think about your actions ahead of time. Don't drown yourself face first. And when you encounter a problem such as this, man up, and grow a pair

OF LIMBS.

Yeeaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh

Guess Who Doesn't Have an A in Math?

Math final destroyed me. Must find green mushroom.

I feel like procrastinating.

Naaahhhhh

Aaahhhh I have to finish by today!

Oh boy oh boy, finals! I liked them Freshmen year. I didn't have to study, and the school days were shorter. Awesomeness.

In other news, I love Chrome.

Paniiiiic!

Only tonight and tomorrow left to study for finals! Not ready! Exclamation point!

CAPS LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOCK

Dear Internet Diary

So I actually studied today! I feel so accomplished. Deciding that I would post on this blog everyday, while not a bad idea at all, should have waited until after finals are over.

OH WELL

No one reads this, so it's completely all right to make terrible posts for the next week. I might make an actual blog post on Thursday!

Hype, hype.

It has come to my attention that

It has come to my attention that I can follow my own blog. And that I have a grand total of one view. From Alaska. Before I even made the first post with actual content in it.

I have a dilemma right now. I'm feeling extremely lazy, and I don't want to study for finals. Hmmm what do what do.

Thank goodness no one reads my blog, this post is terrible.

All right, I suppose I should start now...

Well hey! Guess what, I've decided to start blogging, and update at least every single day. Everyday? Yeah, that shouldn't be too hard since I can just come up with whatever I want in a minute or so. This blog is for whatever I want to say.
It will be like my own personal diary! Uploaded publicly on the internet for all to see. I never understood the point of writing in a diary if it's supposed to be private. I guess some people feel better about themselves when they write about their secrets. I don't really have any secrets so it doesn't matter.

SPEAKING OF SECRETS!

I have a few secrets I want to talk about. Get them off of my chest you know? Where to start where to start...

Let's start with my day today. There's this person who's been sitting in front of me in math class. He's a cool guy and all, but...he wears a top hat.
Now I love top hats and their fanciness, but it's obscuring my view of the white board. Granted, I don't pay attention during math class, but I'd like to have the option to pay attention, then choose not to. I don't want to be forced not to pay attention. Because I won't feel like a daring rebel anymore.

So with every passing day my distaste for top hats increases, but at the same time, what's a gentlemen without his top hat? I admit to wearing one in class too, but really now, I was wearing a top hat before the guy sitting in front of me ever even considered wearing one! Mimicry is the highest form of flattery, but this dude in front of me in math class is just plain ugly.

All right I'm done with my secret: that I vaguely dislike top hats but I really like them. I'm glad I finally got that off of my conscious.
Of course, by confessing my secrets and sins on the internet via buh-log probably makes my (non-existing) audience think I'm joking. Which is my intent all along! My mind is clear now that I finally revealed my inner thoughts, but no one will think poorly of me because they'll think I'm joking! And now that I revealed that I'm actually telling the truth and that I want people to think I'm joking, people will begin to doubt whether or not I'm really joking, telling the truth, or just messing with their minds.
I'll progressively start posting more and more dark secrets, until the one day I'll reveal that it was I that killed my father back during the Cold War! And even though I confessed the truth, everyone will too busy trying to figure out whether or not I'm joking to throw me in jail! A genius plan I say, genius!
Why would I even bother revealing such a fact? Well to be honest, I do feel really guilty about it. Telling someone else would make me feel better.

That, or I'm messing with you, even I don't honestly know.