Be amazed.

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My Version:

Critique me. <3

Whatever Makes You Happy.

Does no one else notice
Rich irony in a butterfly's wings
I seem to shudder with the sheer beauty
In something so simple.

Hands folded,
I'm sitting quietly behind desks,
Mozart coursing through my veins.
When the ghost of a girl
Longs to throw fists into walls
And scream outside the lines.

You refuse to see into my soul.
Yet so plainly,
Yours is layed out before me.
I can see the cracks
In the deepest depths of your eyes.
Your insecurity mirrored in my tears.


Rushed words and
Sharpened retorts
Allow me to remember
Just how easy comatose sounds
To a broken girl.

Can you reach into my ash-filled lungs
Find the fluttering sparrow inside his rib-cage prison,
Play upon my heart strings,
And find a sound sweeter than angels?

I am human.
I ache for someone to see,
My potential for beauty,

Deeper than black holes.

You skim the surface with razored glances.

Bad Day, Folks.

Story of my life. 

Montage!!

Of my favorite people. (:

 Do I even need to say anything? x]

He has MY heart. xD

Mitchell Davis. (:

Ash Ketcham.




And; now, my laziness is kicking in. Goodbye. :D

I Won't Dance, Don't Ask Me.

Howdy Howdy Howdy. I'm suffering from what seems to be the incurable disease known as boredom. Which brought me to Blogspot. Hahahaha.
I've been doing the usual, you know. Like:

Listening to Frank Sinatra, which is both lovely and ENITRELY SUCKY because it makes me cry. (: But that man has me all ears. Like this LOVELY SONG! (Click it.)

          
Also, preparing for the zombie outbreak of the century (IT WILL COME!!) by storing cans of food and guns in my attic. (Just kidding mom, of course I don't have a hidden stash of guns...heh..)

And of course the writing and drawing that comes with being who I am. It's the CREATIVE CURSE!!!
Please enjoy the following montage of pictures I've drawn that I'm semi-proud of. 

By the way, these are from years ago. Eventually, I'll be posting new things, but I'm just too lazy. :]
Maybe if I get some requests.....
*ahem* Anyways, my new novel which I've been oh-so-diligently writing is on it's way to my Blog, I've just gotta fix it up. :] BE PREPARED! <3

That's all, folks. Comment or critique if you'd like. :D

[Untitled] Chapter One

                                                                Image (c) grape-frogg @ deviantart.com

The early summer rain painted the already-dull town of Clemont into a darker version of itself. Really, it wasn't much of a difference. The little town had a cloud of somberness hovering above that seemed to leak out of every cobwebbed crevice and cranny.
       Veda shoved her numb hands into the pockets of her black coat; the thin material barely protecting her from the bitter cold. One peculiar thing about Clemont was the weather. Mother Nature seemed to be absent entirely. The years' cycle of seasons seemed to dash over summer and spring and went straight to windy autumn and winter. The only real contrast between 'summer' and winter was the absence of the thick, drippy, and notably unpleasant snow; which was only replaced by equally unpleasant rain.

    An endless winter.

   Veda walked along briskly, her hood drawn around her face to help fight off the stinging rain plummeting around her. She silently skimmed the streets. They were void of cars or bicycles (which were rarely used anyways), but riddled every so often with occasional passerby. The fellow townsfolk mirrored her dark clothing, yet unlike her, wielded black umbrellas which bobbed up and down as they walked. Little black ants marching the streets of Clemont.
     She looked at them curiously. Black umbrellas belong at funerals, she thought to herself.  And this town just might be that. A silent funeral for spontaneity, for uniqueness. For non-existent summer days. The preacher would open his Bible and speak all things of worthwhile nature into oblivion...
      A chilly draft blew her daydreams away, and released a few locks of onyx hair from her hood. Her intended destination was approaching, only a few blocks away by now. She picked up her pace, avoiding the eyes of those she passed. She couldn't wait to pry off her rain-soaked clothes and exchange them for dry ones. She would sit by the oven; have the warmth it provided penetrate through and abolish all traces of Clemont's dreary climate.

      The houses of her district weren't allowed fireplaces, for the fear of someone burning down a house by accident,(or on purpose, for that matter). Only the intelligent, the approved, could afford to have such luxuries. By 'approved', she knew they meant the rich, the selected government officials. Though the citizens were taught to deny it, they all knew it in their minds. Things like fireplaces, various tools like hammers, wrenches, and axes, computers, sewing machines, sharp knives; all of it was banned from the middle class.
      The truth was, she resided in a town choked to death by an intense fear of "what-ifs". They would smother and suppress even the ghost of a negatively-impacting incident.


****I'M NOT FINNISHED WRITING IT DOWN YET! SORRY!!! ****


   




  

Zombies.

Aren't zombies lovely? There's nothing more fascinating than immoral, corrupted humans clambering after their living, breathing fellow species. Unwilling cannibalism... The concept is ingenious. Maybe it's just me. (:
Although, after reading The Zombie Survival Guide by the marvelous Max Brooks, I can't help but realize just how LIKELY a "World War Z" could be. O.o
Don't worry, I'll share my underground-potential-zombie-outbreak-fortress with you.
And I've been messing around with Google, and found myself a zombie outbreak simulator which was very...er....enlightening. Bwahahahaha.

LINK!
http://kevan.org/proce55ing/zombies/

Also, I took the zombie survival quiz, and scored an overall A (Thank you, Max Brooks! <3). :]
Though the quiz is fairly long (52 questions), I recommend it.

LINK!!!!
http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/425802 


That's all for right now. Watch for signs of outbreaks. They could happen anywhere. ;)