Wondering

Yes, if you were questioning the title, it does imply that I am actually wondering something. Here is that thing: are any of the other members of the Young Writer's Guild still writing on their blogs? Or do they get updates about when another member posts? Hmm.. Maybe I will find out when one of them does or does not comment on my writing or when they post something themselves. Any who... I tend to ramble a lot when I am just typing, but I guess that's okay, because that's what a blog is for, right? Cool.. Now I'm making my decission, do I want to scrap this account and start over? Or do I just keep blogging off of here. I'm not sure if there is a way to join a new "group" or something. Or would that just make me a groupie? So many questions. Will they go unanswered? Ah.. dangit.. That was another question. Well, HORRAH to my first blog post of 2011. Its only been like 8394961 years since I posted. Not really. Yay to sarcasm. Well, time to go drift around and see what I want to do about this. Ta-ta for now!

Yours truly, zilla <3

P.S. 5 days and 7 1/2 hours till I leave for my first mission trip and I am SO excited!

all credit to nick casey!

So, this is the poem Nick Casey (boyfriend) gave to me. He claims it isn't good.. well let me have your opinion! Remember, THIS IS NOT MY WORK!!!

Just you!

The sun rises just to see you
The moon sets just to dream of you.
The birds in the trees sing your name,
The bees in the hive make you queen.
God wants you,
your a fallen angel.
No one on Earth can quite compare,
your besutiful inside and out.
Everyone gathers around you
Searching for that famous smile.
You are the light of my life, the most amazing person ever
you are showered with love & friendship
For that I call you lucky, all i get is hate & jealousy
because of course i get you all for me.
I love you!

**So tell me your opinion! Thanks. (:

Story Starter One

I silently stepped out into the magnificent meadow. My eyes fluttered over the beauty. I moved deeper into the meadow, guarding my sides with my arms.
But, a voice held me back, pressing deep pain into my heart. The voice was velvet, smooth, almost too perfect for a human. It pulsed through my head, over and over again.
I squeezed my eyes shut, starring at the vivid image that is forever imprinted into my mind. His eyes, like perfectly shined diamonds, on a velvet black canvas. They beat upon me with pain, with a passion.
I breathed deeply, and forced my eyes open. I starred over the meadow. The grass first, it was wet with new rain, cold. The color was a great emerald, shinning brightly. It swayed back and forth in the slight breeze, that was really cold.
Then, the sky. It was baby blue, the color of my room. It had spots of clouds, which looked like cotton balls thrown into the air, stuck forever.
However, I saved the brightest, and most bonding for last. The Sun. It cast a bright light over my sanctuary, and unleased a warm comfort over my body. It reminded me of his beauty, my one true love.
I breathed deeply, taking in all i had been seeing, thinking. I blinked back the warm tears that started to caress my eyes. I missed him, I missed coming to my retreat with him, and i love him. This was going to get harder for me, I knew this.
Then I turned, and walked out of the one true place I called home,
"I love you," I whispered, and I felt a gust of wind whip around me. I knew this was his way of syaing "I love you too."

My reasoning behind this

Okay, so what I have been doing lately, is not writing full stories, but writing the beginning. I want to show everyone a sneak peek, and let you guys choose which ones you like most. I would like comments, what you like, what I need to improve on, if you like the way its going but would like it to go slightly different, anything! I wont be upset, I want the hard stuff! :D Thanks everyone! My starters will be numbered, not titled.

Aubrey

Your Gone. ch. one

My throat pounded with a hard lump in it. Mr. Elizer's word's hit me like a bag of brick's. How could this have happened? Why, would this happen. I choked out a few words, "But.. I.. I lo.. loved him.." My mind raced with memories. An overload of happiness shattered in my head and I screamed, whipping my body around and runing toward the one thing that held us together. I ran across the street, nearly getting rammed into by the Silver minivan, the woman driver screaming out many words that my mother would have my tounge for. I sprined across the elderly womans lawn and onto the rough, painful sidewalk. I ran, holding back the scream I wanted to unleash from the pain of the concrete. As I got closer to what I had been headed for, I haerd my name. It was my mom. She had crossed the sidewalk and was now walking towards me. I looked forward again and kept running. Tears fled down my face and rolled off my cheeks. There it was, the white oak tree. I collapsed to the ground, and tears burst from my painful eyes. My heart had felt like it was broken into a million shards of glass. My body felt weak, as though i had just ran a marathon. I ran my numb fingers over the carving in the wood. My body tingled and went limb. A large thud had concluded that I had fainted. The only thing I rember after that point, is Mr.Elizer. I couldn't believe what i had heard, Bobby had been killed? This must be a horrible dream, a horrible dream that will lead me to waking in a harsh cold sweat, it din'twork out that way. My boyfriend had been shot. Fate, maybe? But without even getting a goodbye? This was not going to be easy, and I knew that. This would be a ride worth living, a story worth telling.

Bomber Run

The plane was shaking so hard from damage, I think that I would have died from it. Pearl Harbor was coming up. Time to turn Pearl Harbor into Dust Harbor. The bomber squadron at the left turned down towards the harbor. Then the right. Next was us. The feeling of just heading down felt bad. It felt like your stomach is at your lungs. Not a pleasant feeling. The airstrip was about a mile or two away. It already had smoke on it from other bombing runs. then the alarm went off for attack and we knew it was time. As we approached the airstrip we heard the alarms of the Americans. I looked through the target scope, ready to drop the bombs. "Fire!" I yelled. The bomb dropped as I looked threw the target hole right before the view filled with explosions. We pulled back up and headed back to the carrier Akagi.

-thoughts and actions of a Japanese bomber pilot on December 7, 1941 during the attack on Pearl Harbor.

-another journal entry of The Raid on Pearl Harbor

The Day of Infamy

It wasn't the blast that woke me up, it was the deathly silence after the blast that awoke me. I looked at the clock: 7:55 A.M. What was the government doing now? Some crazy test probably. I looked out the 4th story window........ to find the area in destruction. Ok definitly not a test. I looked up to see Japanese bombers flying ahead. The Japanese? In Pearl Harbor? Ok one thing was for sure: they weren't on vacation. So the japanese wanted a fight? We're gonna give them a fight! The raid of Pearl Harber had begun!

-thoughts of an innocent bystander moments before he is killed by a bomb of a Japanese bomber on December 7, 1941 during the attack on Pearl Harbor.

The introduction of a journal entry about the raid of Pearl Harbor