Monday, July 12, 2010
Killing of Canadian Birds
Wow.. I haven't updated in forever. No one read this anyways, so it's all good xD Anywho.. I just saw on the news that somewhere they're killing all the Canadian Geese because the geese keep getting caught in the engines of airplanes and making them chrash. Okay, first of all, if humans were meant to fly, we'd be born with wings. Like birds are. Like the geese are. So, THEY SHOULD be in the air. WE should'nt be. So why kill them? They're meant to be there. We aren't. If they're being such a nuisannce, put them in a park or soemthing. Why kill them?! They didn't do anything besides frikkin live. What the hell! They were there first, we were'nt. It amazes me how people can be like that. And I watched it with my cousin, and she went "they're killing humans, they deserve to die." WE KILL ANIMALS EVERY FLIPPING DAY. The houses we build KILL THEM!!!! Ugh. "Shakes my head" <<< what I'm doing right now -.- Dang people..
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Strange Fate Part 2
Strange Fate Part 2
It had been five days. Five days since I found out I was a witch. Five days since Ivy showed me the transporting spell, and we ended up in Russia. Five days of disappointment… I still haven’t found my dad. When I found out I was a witch, I set out to find him; considering my mom is dead and being a witch is hereditary. Witches can sense another witch’s aura, and my best friend Ivy is a witch, and I’ve known her my whole life yet she never sensed me. I needed answers. I needed my dad.
“Ugh!” I muttered in frustration. Ivy and I sat in a Russian diner with sprawling cathedral like walls and ancient diamond chandeliers. Ivy is rich, so this expensive diner isn’t that much of a big deal to her. To me it was gorgeous. Exotic looking people sat in clusters, eating weird looking food, and chatting absentmindedly. How I wish I could be like them.
“Roza, it’s okay. We’ll find him, I promise you we will,” Ivy patted my hand and looked at me with her sympathetic green eyes.
“But why didn’t the tracking spell work? How are we supposed to find him if he’s somehow cloaking his presence?” We had tried a tracking spell to locate my father, but nothing turned up. Ivy told me that only very powerful witches could cloak their presence, which meant my father was indeed a witch. I still needed to find him. There were a million unanswered questions that I had.
Ivy sighed and rubbed her eyes. This was just as stressful on her as it was for me. “I don’t know how we’re going to find him. Maybe if we could find a record of him or something-”
Abruptly, I shot up from the table, scanning the crowd. I heard the glasses break as I knocked over the table, felt my eyes glow as I chanted a quick spell to sharpen my senses and speed. Yes, that was him. A man with jet-black hair and pale, translucent skin. I bolted past all of the people, faster than a cheetah. I was a graceful blur as I chased after the man. It was my dad. I knew it was! I could feel it in my bones, a connection, a deep sense of familiarity. My heart pumped thick anticipation in my veins, and I stopped right in front of him.
My eyes stilled glowed, I could feel it, and I was so nervous and excited that I almost knocked him over in my haste. When I regained my balance, I could not speak. Blue eyes peered at me curiously under black, thick eyebrows. My eyes. The exact same ones except almond shaped instead of wide and round. I was shocked into silence. This was really him. Warmth pooled in my eyes, but I angrily pushed the tears back and was about to speak when he cut me off.
“Foolish child. You brought yourself right to me. Naïve little girl, your demise will be no one’s fault but your own.” He said in a heavily accented voice. I didn’t have time to process his words before a finger touched my temple, and the beautiful restaurant was replaced with solemn, deserted darkness.
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Instantly, I was awake. I shot up off the cold hard cement ground with almost an eerie alertness. I looked around frantically, but saw nothing within the wisps of lightless air. Nothing I could do now. I carefully sat back down and thought for a second.
Where was Ivy? Where was I? What happened with my dad? Slowly, the wheels in my head turned just as the door creaked open. Light flooded into the cement room. The walls, the floor, the ceiling, all a pale, colorless gray. I sprang from the ground and tackled whoever was in the doorway. We landed on the hard, unforgiving ground and I delivered a perfect uppercut to the person’s face. Blood spurted out of his nose, gushing uncontrollably over the man’s face.
“Silly little girl. That was a mistake,” My dad said as he threw me off of him. Painfully, my back hit the cold floor, but with a quick muttered spell, I was uninjured and stood back up. My muscles were ready to spring when he calmly put his hand up, and every muscle in my body locked. I couldn’t move.
Dimitri smiled at me. The man who was supposed to be my father, who was supposed to love me, was torturing me. What the hell was going on!
“What the hell is going on!” I yelled it aloud this time. “Where is Ivy? Where am I? Why can’t I MOVE!” Rage boiled in my body, and I fought the spell. Gritting my teeth I tried to move my pinky. Then my hand. Then my whole body. My dad’s eyes were open wide, almost in shock.
With a joyful tone to his voice he muttered, “Hmm, interesting.”
“I want answers. I want them now.” Without much thought, I made electricity spark from my fingers. My hands became deadly as a blue current washed over them. I felt no heat from it, just sheer power. My eyes glowed, and I launched myself at him. A primal battle yell tore from my throat as I curled my blue, fiery palm into a fist. But he was fast. Way faster than me. I hit the wall with a painful thud, but regained my composure a millisecond later.
“Stop attacking me, and you’ll get your answers,” Dimitri barked at me. Warily, he watched my hands. I could see excitement in his eyes as the blue flames licked my fingers.
“Fine,” I extinguished the flames and crossed my arms.
I could tell my dad was just like me. He got right to the point. “I’m a witch and so was your mother. When she found out I was trying to kill her, she fled from me. But I found her. I did not know she had you, for if I had, you would of gone to the Realm of the Dead with her. She was the most powerful being on the planet, and I wanted that power. Her family was after me, so it was my turn to flee. Upon discovering your birth, I set out to find you. But it was a difficult task. You had not yet discovered you were a witch, and I couldn’t sense the aura because your dreadful mother cast a spell on you when she died. The spell hid your aura and your powers until you were eighteen. But you’re too powerful. Your magic couldn’t lay dormant for so long. As soon as you used your powers, I was able to find you and plant a seed of though into your subconscious. It was not your idea to come to Russia.”
Rage boiled in my veins. A pure hatred swept over my heart for this man whom I called ‘father’. “You killed my mother! Where is Ivy! We are leaving, and we are leaving NOW,” I growled. I muttered my spell again, and the blue flames came back, the hue matching my eyes.
“Ivy is in the room right next to you, as you should know,” Dimitri said impatiently, “but no, neither of you are leaving. In an hour, it will be nightfall, and the full moon will hover above us. That is when I shall kill both of you, when you are at your strongest. It will make the transfer of power much more complete.”
“I don’t think so,” I whispered menacingly. This man had stolen my mother from me. Killed her. Who knows how many others he had killed? Now it was his turn. I flung a string of cusses at him as I lunged for the murderer, but as soon as I was within reach, he vanished.
“NO! COME BACK HERE YOU COWARD!” I screamed as I banged on the door. It became alight with brilliant blue flames as my scorching hands brutally abused it. I didn’t care though. If the door burnt down, I could get OUT. But it didn’t burn down. The flames went out as quickly as they had appeared.
I wasn’t going to give up though. I was Roza Rush, and Roza Rush never, ever gave up on anything. I paced the floor for what seemed to be hours, but was really only minutes. There had to be some kind of spell I could use… I sat on the floor, Indian style, and tried to call my knowledge as witch to help me.
An hour later, nothing happened. The door opened, which was still burnt and charred, and my father stepped out. Ivy was unconscious in his arms. I was ready for him though. Quicker then lightening, I grabbed Ivy from him, and darted out the door. I had used a cloning spell, so he wouldn’t see me hiding behind the door, then a speed spell, so I could be faster than humanly possible.
“Oh, no you don’t,” My father said calmly. He yanked me back into the room by my shirt. Grabbing Ivy, he knocked me to the floor, and put another paralysis spell on me. This seemed to be his specialty, and boy was it annoying. I could not move as he dragged her to the center of the floor. He muttered something in some weird language, and pulled out a dagger.
The hilt was incrusted with diamonds, and was a shimmery gold color. The blade was horrendous, with dark, dried blood on it. Without asking, I knew that blade had killed many, many others, including my mother. I couldn’t talk or even move as he stabbed it into Ivy’s heart, slicing through the creamy skin.
“NO!” I screamed, wrenching my body from the spell that I had been fighting. Electricity crackled as I flew at my dad. But it was too late. Ivy was dead. Her golden threads of hair flowered beneath her head. The emerald eyes could not be seen under her pale, closed lids. I couldn’t look at her chest. I wouldn’t. I ignored the pain seeing her lifeless form on the ground brought, and instead, I focused on killing her murderer.
This time, he was the one paralyzed. “How’s it feel to have a taste of your own medicine, Daddy?” I purred into his ear. I lifted a glowing hand, ablaze with electricity, and slammed it onto his heart, burning a handprint through the flesh and into his body. The stench of blood and death filled the room. He made no sound as his cursed soul fled from the discarded shell of his body.
I was breathing heavily, my hand still in his chest. Disgusted, I yanked it out, and looked at the bloody fingers that brought death to my own flesh and blood. Shaking, I turned to Ivy. I knew I could save her. My dad killed Ivy and got her healing powers, then I killed him, so now I had those powers. I could heal her. Bring her back. I choked back sobs as I crawled to my best friend. But there was a problem. I had no idea how to do this.
“Do not fret, Daughter. I will assist you,” a light musical voice said to me. I gasped, and looked up to see a gorgeous woman standing before me. She had platinum blonde hair, that floated gracefully around her body, swirling at waists length. She had the shape of my eyes, round and wide, but the color was brown. A deep, earth like color that seemed liquefied and glittery. Her skin was the color of the inside of an almond, just like mine.
“M-mother?” I asked
“Yes, dear Roza. It is I. I did not die completely. A little of me is still left to help you. Just close your mind off, and let me take over.”
“What? NO!” I couldn’t let this person who claimed to be my mother take over my body. No way in hell. Not even to save Ivy? A taunting voice whispered in my mind.
“If you do not let me into your mind to control your power, then Ivy will join your father and I in the Realms of the Dead,” she didn’t wait for an answer. She was in my head, using my body and powers to revive my best friend.
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Dear Aunt Annie
I am writing this letter to you to say goodbye. It’s not safe for you or us. With Ivy human again, there’s no way we can stay here. The other witches still think she’s a witch. They’ll try to kill her, thinking we’re hiding her witch’s glow. I need to go ba nck to my mother’s hometown in Colorado. To meet my family and master my powers. I’ll see you sometime, in the future. You’ll be safer with us gone. Remember, I love you, and I’m so sorry for everything I put you through.
Love,
Roza Rush
It had been five days. Five days since I found out I was a witch. Five days since Ivy showed me the transporting spell, and we ended up in Russia. Five days of disappointment… I still haven’t found my dad. When I found out I was a witch, I set out to find him; considering my mom is dead and being a witch is hereditary. Witches can sense another witch’s aura, and my best friend Ivy is a witch, and I’ve known her my whole life yet she never sensed me. I needed answers. I needed my dad.
“Ugh!” I muttered in frustration. Ivy and I sat in a Russian diner with sprawling cathedral like walls and ancient diamond chandeliers. Ivy is rich, so this expensive diner isn’t that much of a big deal to her. To me it was gorgeous. Exotic looking people sat in clusters, eating weird looking food, and chatting absentmindedly. How I wish I could be like them.
“Roza, it’s okay. We’ll find him, I promise you we will,” Ivy patted my hand and looked at me with her sympathetic green eyes.
“But why didn’t the tracking spell work? How are we supposed to find him if he’s somehow cloaking his presence?” We had tried a tracking spell to locate my father, but nothing turned up. Ivy told me that only very powerful witches could cloak their presence, which meant my father was indeed a witch. I still needed to find him. There were a million unanswered questions that I had.
Ivy sighed and rubbed her eyes. This was just as stressful on her as it was for me. “I don’t know how we’re going to find him. Maybe if we could find a record of him or something-”
Abruptly, I shot up from the table, scanning the crowd. I heard the glasses break as I knocked over the table, felt my eyes glow as I chanted a quick spell to sharpen my senses and speed. Yes, that was him. A man with jet-black hair and pale, translucent skin. I bolted past all of the people, faster than a cheetah. I was a graceful blur as I chased after the man. It was my dad. I knew it was! I could feel it in my bones, a connection, a deep sense of familiarity. My heart pumped thick anticipation in my veins, and I stopped right in front of him.
My eyes stilled glowed, I could feel it, and I was so nervous and excited that I almost knocked him over in my haste. When I regained my balance, I could not speak. Blue eyes peered at me curiously under black, thick eyebrows. My eyes. The exact same ones except almond shaped instead of wide and round. I was shocked into silence. This was really him. Warmth pooled in my eyes, but I angrily pushed the tears back and was about to speak when he cut me off.
“Foolish child. You brought yourself right to me. Naïve little girl, your demise will be no one’s fault but your own.” He said in a heavily accented voice. I didn’t have time to process his words before a finger touched my temple, and the beautiful restaurant was replaced with solemn, deserted darkness.
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Instantly, I was awake. I shot up off the cold hard cement ground with almost an eerie alertness. I looked around frantically, but saw nothing within the wisps of lightless air. Nothing I could do now. I carefully sat back down and thought for a second.
Where was Ivy? Where was I? What happened with my dad? Slowly, the wheels in my head turned just as the door creaked open. Light flooded into the cement room. The walls, the floor, the ceiling, all a pale, colorless gray. I sprang from the ground and tackled whoever was in the doorway. We landed on the hard, unforgiving ground and I delivered a perfect uppercut to the person’s face. Blood spurted out of his nose, gushing uncontrollably over the man’s face.
“Silly little girl. That was a mistake,” My dad said as he threw me off of him. Painfully, my back hit the cold floor, but with a quick muttered spell, I was uninjured and stood back up. My muscles were ready to spring when he calmly put his hand up, and every muscle in my body locked. I couldn’t move.
Dimitri smiled at me. The man who was supposed to be my father, who was supposed to love me, was torturing me. What the hell was going on!
“What the hell is going on!” I yelled it aloud this time. “Where is Ivy? Where am I? Why can’t I MOVE!” Rage boiled in my body, and I fought the spell. Gritting my teeth I tried to move my pinky. Then my hand. Then my whole body. My dad’s eyes were open wide, almost in shock.
With a joyful tone to his voice he muttered, “Hmm, interesting.”
“I want answers. I want them now.” Without much thought, I made electricity spark from my fingers. My hands became deadly as a blue current washed over them. I felt no heat from it, just sheer power. My eyes glowed, and I launched myself at him. A primal battle yell tore from my throat as I curled my blue, fiery palm into a fist. But he was fast. Way faster than me. I hit the wall with a painful thud, but regained my composure a millisecond later.
“Stop attacking me, and you’ll get your answers,” Dimitri barked at me. Warily, he watched my hands. I could see excitement in his eyes as the blue flames licked my fingers.
“Fine,” I extinguished the flames and crossed my arms.
I could tell my dad was just like me. He got right to the point. “I’m a witch and so was your mother. When she found out I was trying to kill her, she fled from me. But I found her. I did not know she had you, for if I had, you would of gone to the Realm of the Dead with her. She was the most powerful being on the planet, and I wanted that power. Her family was after me, so it was my turn to flee. Upon discovering your birth, I set out to find you. But it was a difficult task. You had not yet discovered you were a witch, and I couldn’t sense the aura because your dreadful mother cast a spell on you when she died. The spell hid your aura and your powers until you were eighteen. But you’re too powerful. Your magic couldn’t lay dormant for so long. As soon as you used your powers, I was able to find you and plant a seed of though into your subconscious. It was not your idea to come to Russia.”
Rage boiled in my veins. A pure hatred swept over my heart for this man whom I called ‘father’. “You killed my mother! Where is Ivy! We are leaving, and we are leaving NOW,” I growled. I muttered my spell again, and the blue flames came back, the hue matching my eyes.
“Ivy is in the room right next to you, as you should know,” Dimitri said impatiently, “but no, neither of you are leaving. In an hour, it will be nightfall, and the full moon will hover above us. That is when I shall kill both of you, when you are at your strongest. It will make the transfer of power much more complete.”
“I don’t think so,” I whispered menacingly. This man had stolen my mother from me. Killed her. Who knows how many others he had killed? Now it was his turn. I flung a string of cusses at him as I lunged for the murderer, but as soon as I was within reach, he vanished.
“NO! COME BACK HERE YOU COWARD!” I screamed as I banged on the door. It became alight with brilliant blue flames as my scorching hands brutally abused it. I didn’t care though. If the door burnt down, I could get OUT. But it didn’t burn down. The flames went out as quickly as they had appeared.
I wasn’t going to give up though. I was Roza Rush, and Roza Rush never, ever gave up on anything. I paced the floor for what seemed to be hours, but was really only minutes. There had to be some kind of spell I could use… I sat on the floor, Indian style, and tried to call my knowledge as witch to help me.
An hour later, nothing happened. The door opened, which was still burnt and charred, and my father stepped out. Ivy was unconscious in his arms. I was ready for him though. Quicker then lightening, I grabbed Ivy from him, and darted out the door. I had used a cloning spell, so he wouldn’t see me hiding behind the door, then a speed spell, so I could be faster than humanly possible.
“Oh, no you don’t,” My father said calmly. He yanked me back into the room by my shirt. Grabbing Ivy, he knocked me to the floor, and put another paralysis spell on me. This seemed to be his specialty, and boy was it annoying. I could not move as he dragged her to the center of the floor. He muttered something in some weird language, and pulled out a dagger.
The hilt was incrusted with diamonds, and was a shimmery gold color. The blade was horrendous, with dark, dried blood on it. Without asking, I knew that blade had killed many, many others, including my mother. I couldn’t talk or even move as he stabbed it into Ivy’s heart, slicing through the creamy skin.
“NO!” I screamed, wrenching my body from the spell that I had been fighting. Electricity crackled as I flew at my dad. But it was too late. Ivy was dead. Her golden threads of hair flowered beneath her head. The emerald eyes could not be seen under her pale, closed lids. I couldn’t look at her chest. I wouldn’t. I ignored the pain seeing her lifeless form on the ground brought, and instead, I focused on killing her murderer.
This time, he was the one paralyzed. “How’s it feel to have a taste of your own medicine, Daddy?” I purred into his ear. I lifted a glowing hand, ablaze with electricity, and slammed it onto his heart, burning a handprint through the flesh and into his body. The stench of blood and death filled the room. He made no sound as his cursed soul fled from the discarded shell of his body.
I was breathing heavily, my hand still in his chest. Disgusted, I yanked it out, and looked at the bloody fingers that brought death to my own flesh and blood. Shaking, I turned to Ivy. I knew I could save her. My dad killed Ivy and got her healing powers, then I killed him, so now I had those powers. I could heal her. Bring her back. I choked back sobs as I crawled to my best friend. But there was a problem. I had no idea how to do this.
“Do not fret, Daughter. I will assist you,” a light musical voice said to me. I gasped, and looked up to see a gorgeous woman standing before me. She had platinum blonde hair, that floated gracefully around her body, swirling at waists length. She had the shape of my eyes, round and wide, but the color was brown. A deep, earth like color that seemed liquefied and glittery. Her skin was the color of the inside of an almond, just like mine.
“M-mother?” I asked
“Yes, dear Roza. It is I. I did not die completely. A little of me is still left to help you. Just close your mind off, and let me take over.”
“What? NO!” I couldn’t let this person who claimed to be my mother take over my body. No way in hell. Not even to save Ivy? A taunting voice whispered in my mind.
“If you do not let me into your mind to control your power, then Ivy will join your father and I in the Realms of the Dead,” she didn’t wait for an answer. She was in my head, using my body and powers to revive my best friend.
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Dear Aunt Annie
I am writing this letter to you to say goodbye. It’s not safe for you or us. With Ivy human again, there’s no way we can stay here. The other witches still think she’s a witch. They’ll try to kill her, thinking we’re hiding her witch’s glow. I need to go ba nck to my mother’s hometown in Colorado. To meet my family and master my powers. I’ll see you sometime, in the future. You’ll be safer with us gone. Remember, I love you, and I’m so sorry for everything I put you through.
Love,
Roza Rush
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Strange Fate
Strange Fate
The most important day of my life started just like any other. Ivy and I were discussing the side effects of her rare healing powers. Ivy, with her tumbleweed of golden blonde hair and mossy green eyes, was a witch. Hard to believe right? With her pale skin and angelic personality, you wouldn’t think she was a witch. Ivy is a good witch though. Her strongest power is healing, but it comes with a cost. When she heals somebody, she takes a little bit of her soul and puts it into them. The cost on her is it drives her insane and she has horrible depression. I made her vow not to use the powers, since the bad weighs out the good. Every witch has their strongest power, but they are still good in other practices. Ivy is too weak to do anything but heal, and the reason she can’t is because of the healing. So it’s my duty to protect her.
Why do I need to protect my best friend? She’s not the only witch. The other witches want her power, but they don’t believe or care about the side effects. If you kill a witch, you get his or her strongest power, which ultimately makes them a stronger witch. Now, let me tell you about Ivy’s home life. Her mother and father are still together. She’s an only child. Perfect life right? Except they don’t care one ounce about her. I’m the only one she has. She’s the only one I have. With a dead mother and a missing dad, and me only being seventeen, I live with my aunt. She and I don’t fight...but she isn’t a good mother. So Ivy and I depend on each other.
While Ivy reassured me she wasn’t getting more depressed, a thin brunette girl jumped out and tackled her. Instantly switching to fighting mode, I launched myself at the brunette. Knocking her off of Ivy, I landed on top of her, and gasped as a wave of pain crashed into me. Gasping for air, I struggled to keep her held down. She was a witch, and a strong one at that. My eerie blue eyes widen in pain, and my sleek black hair was wet with sweat. Obviously this one’s strongest power was some kind of pain inflicted with her mind. I gritted my teeth and Ivy, being an idiot, tried to help me. She was too weak to do any kind of magic, yet she points her dainty fingers on the brunette witch’s temples, closed her eyes, and tried to knock her out. It didn’t work. Ivy screamed as the brunette blasted her too, and that’s when I lost it.
IVYS POV
I was lying on the ground when I saw Roza on top of the brunette girl. I instantly knew she was a witch, since I’m a witch I can sense another’s presence. Rozas bright blue eyes were wide with pain and she struggles to keep the girl down. Her whole body was a shaking mess, and without thinking, I jumped up to help her. Placing my fingers on the girl’s temples and looking directly into her eyes, I gathered up all my strength and felt my blonde hair crackle with electricity and start to move, like it had its life of its own. I tried to knock the girl out, but I was too weak. That’s when the pain hit me. A million knives pierced every inch of my body, and I screamed in pure agony.
Jumping back from the girl, I saw Roza's eyes seem to glow. She always called them alien-like, but I thought they were absolutely breath-taking and gorgeous. Glaring down at the girl, she stopped shaking. Then, I sensed another witch. Looking around frantically, I saw no one. Then, I looked back to Roza as the truth hit me.
ROZAS POV
I felt the pain leave me. Not knowing how, I shoved it back into the girl, furious at her for hurting Ivy. Somehow I knew my already freaky blue eyes were even scarier now. I saw the girl’s body start twitching in pain, and smiled at the sight. Concentrating harder, I seeped my deadly poison into her body. That’s when Ivy wrenched me from the girl. I spun around, eyes still glowing with fury, ready to attack, when I saw her terrified expression. She immediately let go of me and pointed toward the motionless body on the floor. Oh god, I thought, is she dead? Did I kill her? Oh god, no, please, no.
The girl sat up, looked at me with a terrified expression, and vanished into thin air. I sighed in relief. She wasn’t dead. Now, I had another problem on my hands. How in the hell did I do that? Witches weren’t made, they were born. It’s genetic. You cannot be a witch if your parents were human. You could have one human parent, but the other had to be a witch or both had to. So that means either my Mom or my Dad is a witch, or they both were.
A million possibilities whirled around my head, and I looked desperately at Ivy. Her clear green eyes were clouded with confusion and shock, and her jaw was lying on the floor. Another thing is that witches can sense other witches, so how had Ivy not sensed me? How had these powers lay dormant for seventeen years?! I tried to clear my mind and start thinking. If I am a witch, which I am according to Ivy sensing me now, then who gave me my powers/. Why did I not know of them? How come all of a sudden they appeared?
I settled on the first issue, the only one I could answer and the one that would ultimately answer the others. I needed to find my dad. He’d know if mom was a witch, or if he was the witch I inherited my powers from. I was so confused. I hated being helpless and not knowing things. Adrenaline still pumped steadily through my veins, and a need. A need to do something. I quickly told Ivy my thoughts.
“I’m coming with you,” she replied instantly. Ne hesitation, no second thoughts, even after what happened a few minutes ago. I immediately refused in order to keep her safe, but she had a point. I had no idea how to control my powers or any spells. I needed her to come with me.
Another problem, I had no clue who my dad was, I didn’t know where he was either. No pictures, no name, no clues, no anything. I needed answers! Ivy had an idea, to ask my aunt Annie if she knew anything. She was my mom’s sister, so we had a decent chance. It wouldn’t hurt at least. As we walked off the school grounds, past deserted sidewalks and gardens, ivy would not look at me. When I asked what was wrong, she glanced at me with no answer, and I could see the fear in her eyes. Oh no…, I thought. Was she afraid of me now?? Afraid that I would try to take her powers or that I was uncontrolled and dangerous? I couldn’t lose ivy, not the only person I had in my life. Warmth pooled in my eyes and my throat closed up. I did not cry though, Roza Rush never cried. Neither of us talked as we trudged to my aunt’s house, where some answers may or may not lay.
IVYS POV
I was terrified of Roza. My best friend, my sister and I was terrified of the power she had. When she did the magic pure hatred and the sheer magnitude of her energy almost knocked me off my feet. I knew Roza, every particle that made her up, but I had never seen her get that angry before. How could I have not known this?? Did she enjoy torturing the girl?? I couldn’t ask her about it, id hurt her or me. My heart pounded rapidly in my chest and echoed in my throat. This cannot be happening. We were at her house now. My questions would have to wait. This was more important.
ROZAS POV
Upon walking into the house, we called Aunt Annie. She smiled at us and tried to act all motherly, like always. I cut her short and got straight to the point. I wasn’t one to beat around the bush. Everyone knew about witches, even the humans, and Aunt Annie was definitely human. We started questioning her, seeing if mom had shown any powers, if dad have, where was dad now? She had no answers. Aunt Annie was adopted and lived with their dad, while my mother lived with their mom. They never saw each other until they were older. One thing she did know is that when my mother died, my dad said he was going back to Russia. His hometown.
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She also told me my dad’s name. Dimitri Rush. I knew his hometown too, Siberia Russia. That’s where Ivy and I were headed. I told Aunt Annie, and for once I was glad of how bad a mother she is. She said okay and left us to ourselves. Ivy went home to pack her things, not bothering to tell her parents. Not like they would care anyways. I packed as lightly as possible and looked around my room to make sure I didn’t forget anything. Then I walked quickly to Ivy’s.
IVYS POV
When I heard Roza knock on the door, I had put the incident out of my mind. She was strong, really strong. So what? She was still Roza. I had my spell book open to a transporting spell and opened the door to meet Roza’s frantic face.
She immediately started talking. “Ivy, I know you’re scared of me. I saw the look on your face, and I’m so sorry, I didn’t know what came over me! She hurt you!” Roza spit out in a rush. I’ve never seen her so… vulnerable. She was usually closed off and cold. She was being emotional, something very hard for her. Her eyes pleaded at me and I instantly forgot any worries I had, pulling her into a big hug. I told her it was fine and I wasn’t scared. She was about to talk again when I cut her off.
“This is my book of spells. Since you’re obviously stronger than me, you have to do a transporting spell. It’s really easy,” I told her reassuringly. We walked up my ugly wooden stairs with the brown steps and plain walls. My room was neat and pink and decorated, as usual. White walls, small bed with a pink comforter. Pink desks, and pink picture frames that held preserved memories inside them littered the walls. On the floor, there was a circle made out of candles and small crystals. The crystals and candles would strengthen and sharper her powers and mind. Roza sat in the middle of the circle and I lit the first candle, yellow for the element air. It was at the north of the circle. To the east I lit the green candle, for the element earth. To the west, I lit the red candle for the element fire. To the south I lit the blue candle, for water. I handed Roza a purple candle and lit it, for spirit.
I looked up at Roza and saw her take a deep breath, her cold shell returning. She was nervous. Only someone who knew her like me would be able to tell. My heart tugged a little. I understood her fear. Mess up one thing in a spell, and it was ruined. I gave her a quick hug and sat on the outer perimeter of the circle.
ROZAS POV
I took a deep breath as Ivy hugged me and handed me the spell book. Each candle and stone represented something I needed to complete the spell. That’s about all I knew about magic. For every other line I was to touch a crystal. For the other lines, I was to pass my finger through the flame of a candle. I reached out and touched a shiny black crystal as I recited the first line.
As I spoke the words, I felt the electricity crackle. I knew my eyes had that eerie glow again, and I literally felt the magic race through my body. It was exhilarating. My eyes seemed to pulse and my body felt charged and energized. At each line I moved to a different candle or crystal. The flames did not burn me. When I reached the last line, my finger was in spirits flame. As the last word slipped through my lips, every candle extinguished. I looked up, and I was sitting in the middle of a green field with Ivy, the circle, and the spell book.
Ok so this is a story I wrote in creative writing . I'm currenly working on part 2 . Comments ?? I'd like to have SOME feedback this time :D
The most important day of my life started just like any other. Ivy and I were discussing the side effects of her rare healing powers. Ivy, with her tumbleweed of golden blonde hair and mossy green eyes, was a witch. Hard to believe right? With her pale skin and angelic personality, you wouldn’t think she was a witch. Ivy is a good witch though. Her strongest power is healing, but it comes with a cost. When she heals somebody, she takes a little bit of her soul and puts it into them. The cost on her is it drives her insane and she has horrible depression. I made her vow not to use the powers, since the bad weighs out the good. Every witch has their strongest power, but they are still good in other practices. Ivy is too weak to do anything but heal, and the reason she can’t is because of the healing. So it’s my duty to protect her.
Why do I need to protect my best friend? She’s not the only witch. The other witches want her power, but they don’t believe or care about the side effects. If you kill a witch, you get his or her strongest power, which ultimately makes them a stronger witch. Now, let me tell you about Ivy’s home life. Her mother and father are still together. She’s an only child. Perfect life right? Except they don’t care one ounce about her. I’m the only one she has. She’s the only one I have. With a dead mother and a missing dad, and me only being seventeen, I live with my aunt. She and I don’t fight...but she isn’t a good mother. So Ivy and I depend on each other.
While Ivy reassured me she wasn’t getting more depressed, a thin brunette girl jumped out and tackled her. Instantly switching to fighting mode, I launched myself at the brunette. Knocking her off of Ivy, I landed on top of her, and gasped as a wave of pain crashed into me. Gasping for air, I struggled to keep her held down. She was a witch, and a strong one at that. My eerie blue eyes widen in pain, and my sleek black hair was wet with sweat. Obviously this one’s strongest power was some kind of pain inflicted with her mind. I gritted my teeth and Ivy, being an idiot, tried to help me. She was too weak to do any kind of magic, yet she points her dainty fingers on the brunette witch’s temples, closed her eyes, and tried to knock her out. It didn’t work. Ivy screamed as the brunette blasted her too, and that’s when I lost it.
IVYS POV
I was lying on the ground when I saw Roza on top of the brunette girl. I instantly knew she was a witch, since I’m a witch I can sense another’s presence. Rozas bright blue eyes were wide with pain and she struggles to keep the girl down. Her whole body was a shaking mess, and without thinking, I jumped up to help her. Placing my fingers on the girl’s temples and looking directly into her eyes, I gathered up all my strength and felt my blonde hair crackle with electricity and start to move, like it had its life of its own. I tried to knock the girl out, but I was too weak. That’s when the pain hit me. A million knives pierced every inch of my body, and I screamed in pure agony.
Jumping back from the girl, I saw Roza's eyes seem to glow. She always called them alien-like, but I thought they were absolutely breath-taking and gorgeous. Glaring down at the girl, she stopped shaking. Then, I sensed another witch. Looking around frantically, I saw no one. Then, I looked back to Roza as the truth hit me.
ROZAS POV
I felt the pain leave me. Not knowing how, I shoved it back into the girl, furious at her for hurting Ivy. Somehow I knew my already freaky blue eyes were even scarier now. I saw the girl’s body start twitching in pain, and smiled at the sight. Concentrating harder, I seeped my deadly poison into her body. That’s when Ivy wrenched me from the girl. I spun around, eyes still glowing with fury, ready to attack, when I saw her terrified expression. She immediately let go of me and pointed toward the motionless body on the floor. Oh god, I thought, is she dead? Did I kill her? Oh god, no, please, no.
The girl sat up, looked at me with a terrified expression, and vanished into thin air. I sighed in relief. She wasn’t dead. Now, I had another problem on my hands. How in the hell did I do that? Witches weren’t made, they were born. It’s genetic. You cannot be a witch if your parents were human. You could have one human parent, but the other had to be a witch or both had to. So that means either my Mom or my Dad is a witch, or they both were.
A million possibilities whirled around my head, and I looked desperately at Ivy. Her clear green eyes were clouded with confusion and shock, and her jaw was lying on the floor. Another thing is that witches can sense other witches, so how had Ivy not sensed me? How had these powers lay dormant for seventeen years?! I tried to clear my mind and start thinking. If I am a witch, which I am according to Ivy sensing me now, then who gave me my powers/. Why did I not know of them? How come all of a sudden they appeared?
I settled on the first issue, the only one I could answer and the one that would ultimately answer the others. I needed to find my dad. He’d know if mom was a witch, or if he was the witch I inherited my powers from. I was so confused. I hated being helpless and not knowing things. Adrenaline still pumped steadily through my veins, and a need. A need to do something. I quickly told Ivy my thoughts.
“I’m coming with you,” she replied instantly. Ne hesitation, no second thoughts, even after what happened a few minutes ago. I immediately refused in order to keep her safe, but she had a point. I had no idea how to control my powers or any spells. I needed her to come with me.
Another problem, I had no clue who my dad was, I didn’t know where he was either. No pictures, no name, no clues, no anything. I needed answers! Ivy had an idea, to ask my aunt Annie if she knew anything. She was my mom’s sister, so we had a decent chance. It wouldn’t hurt at least. As we walked off the school grounds, past deserted sidewalks and gardens, ivy would not look at me. When I asked what was wrong, she glanced at me with no answer, and I could see the fear in her eyes. Oh no…, I thought. Was she afraid of me now?? Afraid that I would try to take her powers or that I was uncontrolled and dangerous? I couldn’t lose ivy, not the only person I had in my life. Warmth pooled in my eyes and my throat closed up. I did not cry though, Roza Rush never cried. Neither of us talked as we trudged to my aunt’s house, where some answers may or may not lay.
IVYS POV
I was terrified of Roza. My best friend, my sister and I was terrified of the power she had. When she did the magic pure hatred and the sheer magnitude of her energy almost knocked me off my feet. I knew Roza, every particle that made her up, but I had never seen her get that angry before. How could I have not known this?? Did she enjoy torturing the girl?? I couldn’t ask her about it, id hurt her or me. My heart pounded rapidly in my chest and echoed in my throat. This cannot be happening. We were at her house now. My questions would have to wait. This was more important.
ROZAS POV
Upon walking into the house, we called Aunt Annie. She smiled at us and tried to act all motherly, like always. I cut her short and got straight to the point. I wasn’t one to beat around the bush. Everyone knew about witches, even the humans, and Aunt Annie was definitely human. We started questioning her, seeing if mom had shown any powers, if dad have, where was dad now? She had no answers. Aunt Annie was adopted and lived with their dad, while my mother lived with their mom. They never saw each other until they were older. One thing she did know is that when my mother died, my dad said he was going back to Russia. His hometown.
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She also told me my dad’s name. Dimitri Rush. I knew his hometown too, Siberia Russia. That’s where Ivy and I were headed. I told Aunt Annie, and for once I was glad of how bad a mother she is. She said okay and left us to ourselves. Ivy went home to pack her things, not bothering to tell her parents. Not like they would care anyways. I packed as lightly as possible and looked around my room to make sure I didn’t forget anything. Then I walked quickly to Ivy’s.
IVYS POV
When I heard Roza knock on the door, I had put the incident out of my mind. She was strong, really strong. So what? She was still Roza. I had my spell book open to a transporting spell and opened the door to meet Roza’s frantic face.
She immediately started talking. “Ivy, I know you’re scared of me. I saw the look on your face, and I’m so sorry, I didn’t know what came over me! She hurt you!” Roza spit out in a rush. I’ve never seen her so… vulnerable. She was usually closed off and cold. She was being emotional, something very hard for her. Her eyes pleaded at me and I instantly forgot any worries I had, pulling her into a big hug. I told her it was fine and I wasn’t scared. She was about to talk again when I cut her off.
“This is my book of spells. Since you’re obviously stronger than me, you have to do a transporting spell. It’s really easy,” I told her reassuringly. We walked up my ugly wooden stairs with the brown steps and plain walls. My room was neat and pink and decorated, as usual. White walls, small bed with a pink comforter. Pink desks, and pink picture frames that held preserved memories inside them littered the walls. On the floor, there was a circle made out of candles and small crystals. The crystals and candles would strengthen and sharper her powers and mind. Roza sat in the middle of the circle and I lit the first candle, yellow for the element air. It was at the north of the circle. To the east I lit the green candle, for the element earth. To the west, I lit the red candle for the element fire. To the south I lit the blue candle, for water. I handed Roza a purple candle and lit it, for spirit.
I looked up at Roza and saw her take a deep breath, her cold shell returning. She was nervous. Only someone who knew her like me would be able to tell. My heart tugged a little. I understood her fear. Mess up one thing in a spell, and it was ruined. I gave her a quick hug and sat on the outer perimeter of the circle.
ROZAS POV
I took a deep breath as Ivy hugged me and handed me the spell book. Each candle and stone represented something I needed to complete the spell. That’s about all I knew about magic. For every other line I was to touch a crystal. For the other lines, I was to pass my finger through the flame of a candle. I reached out and touched a shiny black crystal as I recited the first line.
As I spoke the words, I felt the electricity crackle. I knew my eyes had that eerie glow again, and I literally felt the magic race through my body. It was exhilarating. My eyes seemed to pulse and my body felt charged and energized. At each line I moved to a different candle or crystal. The flames did not burn me. When I reached the last line, my finger was in spirits flame. As the last word slipped through my lips, every candle extinguished. I looked up, and I was sitting in the middle of a green field with Ivy, the circle, and the spell book.
Ok so this is a story I wrote in creative writing . I'm currenly working on part 2 . Comments ?? I'd like to have SOME feedback this time :D
Parents
sorry for grammar and spelling , but this ones going to be ode long and i dont feel like typing rite
how come parents want us to tell them things and confide in them wen we cant speak freely with them ? if u get in trouble , u cant tell ur side of the story or else its backtalk or attitude . we cant tell them the things they do wrong , but they can point out eveery little thing we do wrong . theyre allowed to be rude and mean and hateful , but if we do it , we get grounded or possibly slapped . if we want to be alone, its starting a fight . i dont see why parents dont understand us . theyve been here b4 . when kids r mad at parents , they go to freinds or be alone to cry . but no , thats wrong . if we try to talk to them about ANYTHING they do , its unallowed and inappropriate . parents are never wrong . sure the kids are sometimes , but the parents bash on it OVER AND OVER . we cant tell them what they do . they repeat themselves a million times . tht annoys me so much . i understand the first time u sed it , now please , SHUT UP . the more u repeat it , the more u and i both get mad . kids cant talk about their parents to friends , its supposed to be between them only . but yet the mom or dad can go out and rant about how horrible their kids r with it being AOK ! its not the kids business , its the parents , cuz theyre the kids 'owners' . NO . u do not own me . i didnt ask for u to give life to me , u did it on ur own . if i cant rant about u , u cant rant about me . leave my life out of ur conversation and ill leave urs outta mine . if its ok for u to talk about me , i will talk about u . they want us to be open , to not bottle things inside , yet we have to bottle the things about them inside ? then wen we freak out and go crazy , theyre shocked . if we cry , were being unfair and trying to guilt them . sometimes dealing with parents is too much and we have to CRY . let it out since we cant tell out friends . then they try to say sorry and make it ok , and were supposed to let it go . just like tht . uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh NO !!!!!!!!!!!! its not a little fight , its frustrating , and painful for us , and its hard to just let go . were not allowed to be upset , but they can be in a bad mood and be a brat to us ? how is tht fair . this is the USA . we can be free and say what we want . we shudnt be scared to talk to our parents . hopegully a few parents read this :) comments , feedback , questions , opinions , stories ?
how come parents want us to tell them things and confide in them wen we cant speak freely with them ? if u get in trouble , u cant tell ur side of the story or else its backtalk or attitude . we cant tell them the things they do wrong , but they can point out eveery little thing we do wrong . theyre allowed to be rude and mean and hateful , but if we do it , we get grounded or possibly slapped . if we want to be alone, its starting a fight . i dont see why parents dont understand us . theyve been here b4 . when kids r mad at parents , they go to freinds or be alone to cry . but no , thats wrong . if we try to talk to them about ANYTHING they do , its unallowed and inappropriate . parents are never wrong . sure the kids are sometimes , but the parents bash on it OVER AND OVER . we cant tell them what they do . they repeat themselves a million times . tht annoys me so much . i understand the first time u sed it , now please , SHUT UP . the more u repeat it , the more u and i both get mad . kids cant talk about their parents to friends , its supposed to be between them only . but yet the mom or dad can go out and rant about how horrible their kids r with it being AOK ! its not the kids business , its the parents , cuz theyre the kids 'owners' . NO . u do not own me . i didnt ask for u to give life to me , u did it on ur own . if i cant rant about u , u cant rant about me . leave my life out of ur conversation and ill leave urs outta mine . if its ok for u to talk about me , i will talk about u . they want us to be open , to not bottle things inside , yet we have to bottle the things about them inside ? then wen we freak out and go crazy , theyre shocked . if we cry , were being unfair and trying to guilt them . sometimes dealing with parents is too much and we have to CRY . let it out since we cant tell out friends . then they try to say sorry and make it ok , and were supposed to let it go . just like tht . uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh NO !!!!!!!!!!!! its not a little fight , its frustrating , and painful for us , and its hard to just let go . were not allowed to be upset , but they can be in a bad mood and be a brat to us ? how is tht fair . this is the USA . we can be free and say what we want . we shudnt be scared to talk to our parents . hopegully a few parents read this :) comments , feedback , questions , opinions , stories ?
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Religion
One of the worlds biggest religions is Christianity . I am atheist , as in I don't have a religion . I believe what I want , not what some book or made up person tells me . My friend ( who is Islam ) said that he wouldn't do drugs because he doesn't want to be controlled by something ... uhm HELLO !!! Your religion is controlling you !! it tells you what is the right thin to believe , do , wear , say , think , everything . Tell me how God loves everyone if you don't do what he says , you go to hell ? If you're not a christian , you go to hell . So it's his way or no way right ? Oh and women are supposed to be like maids to the men . NO THANK YOU . I will get a job , be independent , not wait on anybody , not be a housewife , and if you're gonna send me to hell for that then go right on ahead . There's alot I don't like about the christian religion . There's alot I don't like about religion in general . All it is is someone controlling you and saying "do this or you will not be happy and live eternally in hell. " What the point of that ???? Why would someone want to eat pork just cuz a book says you can't ? Why participate in a self mutilation parade cuz some being says it's righteous to do ? No one is ever independant or free in this world . Religion isn't all bad , I just don't see the point to it . So that's today's blog entry , comment with your ideas and your religion and anything else . Thanks , bye guys
Friday, April 30, 2010
Pain
The blade slides slowly .
New wounds arise .
Each slice for every promise you broke .
Each mark for every memory you took .
The pain fills me now .
My heart has gone hollow
All because I couldnt follow
Each new step you took .
Now I cry in vain
And hoping to ease the pain ,
I bring the blade back down
Trying to distract my mind ,
Desperatley trying to make you hide .
But my heart won't let you go
My mind can't forget
And untill I finally can ,
This pain will have to remain .
Poem I wrote outside of class , comments ?
New wounds arise .
Each slice for every promise you broke .
Each mark for every memory you took .
The pain fills me now .
My heart has gone hollow
All because I couldnt follow
Each new step you took .
Now I cry in vain
And hoping to ease the pain ,
I bring the blade back down
Trying to distract my mind ,
Desperatley trying to make you hide .
But my heart won't let you go
My mind can't forget
And untill I finally can ,
This pain will have to remain .
Poem I wrote outside of class , comments ?
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Rape
Ok soo this is a topic that makes me SOOO mad >.> my friend told me this story a while ago about a girl on her prom night .... She was leaving the dance through the back of the school to the parking lot , when a whole bunch of guys ( idk how many ) ages ranging 17-37 gang raped her . The worst part is yet to come . A group of about 20 people surrounded her and the men and WATCHED . Some even taking PICTURES and VIDEOS . They were her friends !!!!!!!!!!!! NO ONE bothered to help her besides one young boy who saw it and ran to his mom . I don't know if they were convicted or anything but BOYYYY I hope they were . It makes me sick to my stomach thinking that guys do this to women . The rape of Nanjing is another one that pisses me off . The Japanese invaded Nanjing and separated the men and women , they raped all the women , and brought the men to firing ranges to kill . They raped and slaughtered men , women , and CHILDREN . This makes me so angry you have no idea . The poor girl must be feeling that everyone hates her since all of her friends watched and took pictures and crap . The women in Nanjing ? I hope their lives got better for this is HORRIBLE . NOBODY has the right to demoralize , embarrass m and hurt someone like that . NOBODY . In ancient Greece they'd smash a rapists penis in between two big stones . HA they should do that today . There would be wayyyy less rape and molestation . And its good payback . You defile and hurt us ? YOU get defiled and hurt . So comment with opinion's , story's , comments , anything . And if I ever meet someone who raped or molested anyone , I will personally cut off their genitals XD :3
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