The human race, to which so many of my readers belong...

I'm going to think about putting some good quotations on the site. I thought about it. I decided too. My first quote is a very common one, but I think it's pretty cool. It's kind'a a quote/question: "Hello, how are you doing?"- pretty good huh? And here's the awesome reply: "Great!". To get us started on some more unusual quotes I thought I'd put one from a SciFi book. For a brief background: the hero has just escaped the badguys by getting in the engine compartment of this supertrain, he then released the passengers and lugguage, succesfully eleminating the badguys.

There, on the top car, was the lone figure of a Halka, standing strait and tall as he watched us pull away. His flat face was half covered by his oxygen mask, but his red/orange/purple Peerage fobes were unmistakable as they flapped gently in the breeze.

And as I watched, I saw him lift is fist defiantly in our direction. JhanKla, High Commisioner of the Halkas, Modhran walker, and undisputed mast of the engineless train that was even now coasting its way toward a silent, lonely deathe between the stars.

I wished him the joy of his victory.

I like that one. I like a lot of quotes. I normaly like one's that sound weird like: "Thy red lips, like worms, travel over my cheek." That's by someone by the name of Motherwell. Whoever he is. St. Jerome has some great sayings: "No one cares to speak to an unwilling listener. An arrow never lodges in a stone: foten it recoils upon the sender of it." or " Avoid, as the plague, a clergyman who is also a man of business." This is also a good one, "It is no fault of Christianity that a hypocrite falls into sin." The last is very interesting. Allot of people say,"Christians are just a bunch of hypocrites" Christianity isn't the problem, it's the solution. And one last quote "Neglect on your part does not merit emergency on my part."

The Children of Light

Part 2

Pulling on a piece of grass as he stood up, Arkhay looked down the empty road for what seemed the thousandth time. Something new was seen this time. A vast distance down the road the birds took to the sky. The number of birdless trees grew as a thin swarm of birded sky drew. The vague sensation kindled by the fleeing birds and the silent oaks became a lucid fancy as that of a noiseless guillotine, its razor sharp blade striking down on it’s unchangeable target.
Horse hooves sounded. Arkhay’s brow furrowed as he quickly stepped to the side the road. Aggelos, the long awaited visitor, did not come by horse. The animal was also coming much to fast for it to be the easy paced Prophet. Arkhay felt something was amiss. He jumped headfirst into the tall grass barely missing the vigilant eyes of a large black horse flying down the road. Arkhay glanced up as the rider’s dark face cast a watchful glance towards Arkhay’s side of the road. When surpassed, Arkhay jumped up to see the rider’s black cowl flip aside to reveal a curved sword thrust through his leathern belt.
Arkhay was now watching the black rider from the middle of the road. When suddenly the rider looked back. Arkhay feared he was spotted, but the black hooded rider’s head turned forward again and kept on riding strait. Unexpectedly the horseman carefully swerved to the right encircling one of the oaks. The rider turned his charge until it was now heading strait at Arkhay.
When Arkhay saw the rider coming after him he fearfully ran off the road, tripping over the wide ditch. He madly clawed the side of the ditch as the man who brought fear came closer. Arkhay effectively added the ditch to his meager defense of distance, and hastily dodged under the boards of the fence scraping his back.
White knuckles gripped the boards tightly as he faced the rider. Upon seeing the monstrous horse he knew it would be a futile attempt to run any further.
The man faced Arkhay and whispered, “Greetings from Aggelos, child”. His harsh voice sounding like cold wind scratching in the dead leaves.
Arkhay looked into the unearthly crow black eyes that glowed with hatred. A subtle smile crossed the stranger’s hardened face. His smoky hair interlaced with his coal black cloak.
“Do you know the Teleios household?” questioned the stranger.
Arkhay paused regaining courage, “I am one of them.” But the thought of his mother to have to receive this evil man disgusted him, so he added; “What message would you have me to bring them?”
The man clutched his reigns, “None, I come in Aggelos’s stead. I bring myself.”
“I am trusted by Aggelos, may I bring a message?” said Arkhay trying all attempts to dissuade the man.
The man ignored the statement and said; ”You need not wait for Aggelos.” He turned and slapping his black horse to continue on, the stuffed saddlebags flapping.

bye bye!

Dynastic Days

I was trying to make my website cool by doing the same first letter of each word thing. You will notice the subtle dd accents. Now my site is officially cool. Not that that really matters anyway. Yes I realize that "Dynastic" doesn't really have any thing to with my days, but it has a "D" at the beginning. I was going to put "Dehydrated", but that would actually have some relevance on my days, and I figured it would be more funny if I out something irrelevant. Now my site is officially cool. You can laugh now. I know you were wondering if it was actually a joke or if I really thought my site is officially cool/funny or you were maybe thinking that I didn't know that you were reading this and I was letting this computer know my inner feelings of worth. Enough of the funny business...................................................................
I'm thinking.......................................................................O, Yes. My story. I have bad news. While you forgot to subsequently check my website every two and a half hours the story's main character died, his best friend was found to have a deadly cancer and...well...the hero, to us readers dismay, failed to save the world.
Just kidding. Actually the bad news is that I haven't written that much more on the story( us forced artist). The next post's story section may be considerably shorter. You can't tell it from my end but my computer just froze and I didn't save this post. So it erased about a 3/4 page of writing. Numskulled, shallowbrained computer. I now start all over: I just had a change of mind.
I will start a different story. Sorry.Because I have a whole lot more written on the other one, whereas I only have like one page of the one I started with you. As a disclaimer: This is not the finished product so don't get worried about the grammar or other things.

The Children of Light
Part 1 They that weren’t
Kick. Step. Bump. Step, step to the right. Kick, the rock fell in the ditch. Another pebble suddenly found itself aware of flying through the air, only to roll into the ditch. Without any prior warning an additional stone was chosen by Arkhay to boot down the dirt road. Like a lone soul allowing himself to be kicked about by another’s whim. Unlike the stone which is built into a athanasy wall of comrades.
Arkhay would have run. He was carrying a cold earthenware pitcher of water, sure would spill. He wanted to save it for Aggelos, the prophet. Arkhay was going to meet Aggelos. Greeting him with a cup of water, and naturally a letter from Arkhay’s father addressing the prophet, he would walk back with him. Contrary to what most of the populace considered him, Aggelos was not a dismal prophet always telling terrible woes, but an orator of truth.
Many people had arrived at the manor yesterday and today. They were housed in the spare tower a little distance from the Main. Arkhay wanted to have some time with Aggelos so he volunteered to greet him.
Looking across the ditch was a old wooden fence, beyond the fence midmost were a few cows grazing in one of the many pastures owned by the Teleos household. A row of wizened oak trees garnished the opposite side of the road. Dignified boughs rising into the sky displayed the former inhabitants prosperity. Noisy birds lodged in little clusters as they busily peppered the branches with their talk. Arkhay was proud to belong to such an ancient strain.
He had come to his favorite stopping point. He sat in the crease of the grass with his back to the old fencepost with the little round hole in it. The day had been busy and there was to be a feast tonight. Arkhay had helped the servants with what he could, placing new candles in the place of old, setting up more tables in the banquet hall at the Main. Now it was time to wait. With the pitcher placed against the bottom fence plank, he sat back watching the birds. The shadows rose as the warmth of air left.

Well there it is.

I've got a problem with my site. I don't have a camera( unless you count my brothers .3 megapixel camera phone.) So I can't get pictures very often( this does not make my site uncool). toodles