Honest
Acheivable
Patient
Pleasable
Yet still very much human!!
-pudding wings

Poem of the week: Color Write, this poem won third place in a local poetry contest.

Story of the month: Already Married, it's a newbie, I like it though.

PROFILE:

Home: USA, (Illinois)

Age: 17

Religion: Mormon. Ok I know, I know; I know what you are all thinking "Those crazy Mormons!" Yes, I'm sure we're a little crazy, but nothing like that, just a bit more happy than most people. And by the way, my father only has one wife and the Mormons do not own Coca-Cola, sorry. (Just a few myths that float around).

Hobbies: paint, draw, write poems and stories, fidle with the computer, create comics and reading.

Faves(favorite things): colors, chocolate! wings (don't ask me why), snoopy! and all the other Peanuts characters, anime (Cardcaptors Sakura was my childhood fave)

Places I've been: no where out of the US! The best place i've ever been is probably Mount Rushmore and Yellow Stone park. I've been to the west cost (not the east though) never been in the ocean for more than five minutes, but I have been in the Great lakes (at least one of them).

Fav movies/Tv shows: Pirates of the Carribean, Daddy Daycare, Lord of the Rings, Napolean Dynamite, and Gilmore Girls.

Fav Quotes:
1. "If we can't, as artists, improve on real life, we should all put down our pencils and go bake bread." -Barbara Kingsolver

2. For all you guys out there, "Faith, boy! Faith!" -Mrs. P.

3."United we stand, divided we fall. all toes for one and ONE FUNKY TOE FOR ALL!" -firehair222.

4. "I imagine that most of you will be understanding at some point in your life. And I am sure that each of you will have difficulties ahead of you. Do not give up. They will not last forever. Look for sunlight in the clouds. God will not forsake you." -Gordon B. Hinkley

5. "I think it is sad that we are afraid of what others think. I think it is sad that we are all afriad to let others know what religion we are. I'm proud to be a mormon or Latter Day Saint. I think we should all embrace what we believe and not worry about what others say!" -Mormon Princess 1

6. "I am a writer and I like everything about writing. To me, writing is like breathing - it's somthing that I've got to do in order to live. It's apart of me and without it, my life wouldn't be complete." J. Stewart.

7."I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me." Phl 4:13

8."Freedom is always and exclusively freedom for the one who thinks differently."
- Rosa Luxemburg

9. "The weird ones don't use time or dates, only events, for that's all they can remember." -pudding wings

If you have a story that has dragons, I'll most likely will read it (unless It's rated R, then no.)

COMMING SOON! A lot more poetry!!!

Hasta LaVista,

freewings

Hey, dont mind what will bebelow. i find it hard to write my stories a chapter at a time, and i always cant carry a floppy around from comouter to computer so im going to write them up here in my bio till i get a chapter finished. that way no hastle at all.

Elinor

This is a long story, it begins way before my great grandmother's time. If she were still here she couldn't tell it, so you have to go back farther to my great great grandmother's time. She was nineteen. Most nineteen year olds are heading off to college now. But she wasn't, she was stuck in high school still. She wasn't slow or stupid or just down right trouble, no, she was brilliant. If it wasn't for her being held back, I would never be here today. Her name was Jenny and she was the start of it all...

"I'm not going to tell you again, back OFF!" Jenny shouted between her clenched teeth, her fists were clenched too. It was all she could do from punching him in the face.

"Fine then." Nicholas said. He backedaway from the cowering boy in the corner of his seat. The bus slowed to a stop and a flow of people rushed out all staring at Jenny. Nicholas was with them, so was Mary, Todd, and Allie. They glare at her with all their hatred, and especially at the young mansitting next to the window. THe bus lurched forward while she was still standing. Quickly she grabbed one of the metal bars before she fell and sat back in her seat. She looked out the opposite window with a sour face. She knew the boy was watching her.

The Valley of The Clear Fairies

Ch 4 Oranges and Butterflies

What Trey saw in john's eyes shocked him. instead of pupils and iises, there were tiny oranges. trey blinked several times trying to make the oranges go away, but they stayed. trey came closer to john's face and peered into his eyes again.

"What's wrong?" john asked trying to move away from trey's stare.

"Ya've got oranges in your eyes!" Trey pointed, still staring at the oranges.

Then suddenly, john began to grow. He greww bigger along with Nara and the couch. Only when Nara screamed did Trey realize they weren't growing but he was shrinking.

"You miss her, don't you?" Trey jumped ans knocked over a glass vase that was onthewhite,marbletable next to him. With quick fingers, he caught it before it fell. When he had steadied the vase, he looked up to see John polishing a crystal glass.

"No," Trey replied, "I was just lookin' at what she looked like before I was born. She never had many pictures passed my second birthday, ya know." He looked away from John hoping he couldn't see the guilt in his face.

If he had noticed, he didn't bring itup. "You hungry?" John asked turning back into the kitchen from which he had come from. Despite drinking all that orange juice, Trey was starving. He hungrily followed John into the kitchen. There on the table was a platter of sandwiches that were cut into fourths. Trey sat down and started munching down on them. He looked around the kitchen; It was all white with crystal bowls and crystal vases every where. The table was made of white marble along with some of the chairs that sat in the corners. If Trey hadn't known he was alive, he would've thought he had found heaven. That's how it was, white, clean, and beautiful.

Trey felt comfortable and safe in this house, it was different from the rest of the world. Trey felt like he could just live forever staring at the beauty in the house. He had told Nara plenty of times already that day how beautiful she kept the house. Nara only blushed as he flattered her.

Still enchanted by the house, Trey had not noticed what John had been doing all day, till he heard the honk. Only then did all his problems flood back to him. "There's your cab," John said sliding his coat on, "I thought we'd go to the doctor and have you checked out."

'Oh yeah,' Trey thought, 'I had just shrunk in front of them for no reason.' He would have protested, but the magic of the house made him cheery and a bit drunk. So John led him out the door and towards a yellow cab. The sun seemed to be glaringmorethan it had before, yet it was still cold.

Chapter 5 Panic

Trey had no idea how he got back, let alone how he ended up in a hospital. He could smell its smels and could hear random beeps and buzzes. He had a bandage tightly wrapped around his eyes, so tight, it began to give him a head ache. When he reached up to pull the bandage off, a hand stopped him.

"You better leave that on, it will help with the swelling."A woman's voice said.

Trey let out a moan, "How long?"

"Till the swelling goes down. You were hit pretty hard,"The nurse began, "Your lucky that your brother's a law enforcement. Any other person never would have knwn to fine that cab driver for hitting you with his door like that."

"Where is he?" Trey asked.

"Oh probably talking to the doctors, straightening things out." She said, "You've had some bad damage to your eyes. I'm afraid you'll be blind temporarily."

Trey laughed, "I kinda already knew that."

The nurse didn't reply. He knew that she hadn't found it funny. "Just sit back and rest till your brother gets back." Trey could hear her leaving the room.

"Wait," He quickly said before she left. "can ya answer a question for me?"

The nurse stepped back into the room, "Sure." She replied.

"Is my skin burned or is it just tan?" He asked brushing his fingers across his bare arms.

"Yes, it's tan, why?" She answered.

"If I told ya, ya wouldn't believe me."

"Try me." She challenged.

"Ok," He began, "I couldn't tell ya if it was a dream or not. But according to my skin, which has never been a success with tanning, tells that it wasn't a dream." He stopped rubbing his arm, "Over a million yellow butterflies flew out of the cab when the door hit me.

Chapter 6 Weed Givers

Chapter 7 The Troubled Fairy

Trey opened his eyes and found himself back in the hospital bed still covering the struggling ball of light. He jumped out of the bed and wento his door. He peered out in the hallway and called the first he saw. "Nurse! Get me a jar with a lid now! I'm in a hurry." He danced around like a lunatic while holding up his closed hands. Immediately the nurse rushed away as she did her eyes stopped on an unmarked door. 'Bingo!' Trey thought. When no one was left in the hall, he quickly ran over to the door. The door had been stupidly left unlocked just waiting for some patient to come along and walk right in. Inside the door there were plastic containers for urine samples, Trey grabbed a clean one with a lid and slipped back quietly into his room.

He carefully opened his hands and let the body drop in, then he snapped the lid shut. When he looked in, he saw nothing. Horror struck Trey when he realized it was loose. But, before he began to tear apart his room, he heard a tiny tinkle in the container. Trey bent low to the container and listened. Yes, it was definately in the cup. He carefully picked up the cup and shook it slightly, he could hear the tiny body hit the sides of the cup. Trey stepped back and looked again at the cup, he couldn't see it but he could hear it.

… “Dory! Dory!” he yelled as he saw her pass his door. She quickly back stepped and looked at him. In her arms were a mountain of books up to her chin. She wasn’t in her nurse clothes, but instead she was in a pair of jeans sopping with rainwater and a jacket smeared with mud.

“What?” she mumbled keeping the books balanced with her chin.

“Come here quick!” he pulled her in and took half the books and threw them on the bed, then shut the door. “I’ve caught one!” he proclaimed rushing to the window and closing the curtains.

Dory slouched a bit and yawned. She had been up all night searching through the library for books. “What?” She asked half asleep.

Trey ran back to the door and layed a finger on the light switch, “Look at the cup on the table,” when her eyes reached the cup, he flipped the switch. Trey could hear her gasp slightly when she noticed the moving light.

She stumbled forward towards the table, “What is it?” she asked. Trey came up to her and put his face up to the cup.

“It’s one of them,” He replied.

“I kind of figured that, but what is it?” She sat on the edge of the bed and stuck her face beside Trey’s in front of the glass.

The Legend Barnacalitis: Boy of the Sea

4/7/05

“Alright Boy, are you ready?” Don yelled over to him.
I knodded as best I could while fighting against the rush of water. My hand slipped twice already on the skin of the whale. I reached towards my first barnacle. When I had a firm hold onto it I pulled, but the thing gripped harder to the whale. I tried again but failed when a cold rush of water bashed me loose from the whale. I reached my hand out and grabbed the first pile of barnacles that I could reach. My face was flustered with a slight frown. I turned my head slowly to see if Don and Seawad were still there. They were there alright, they were laughing their heads off though as I struggled to clean the whale of its barnacles. This time I yanked on the large pile hoping for more of a grasp. But instead, the barnacles pinched me and the whale. The rumble of the whale’s cry shook every inch of me. I tugged more but still they wouldn’t budge. I then knelt down and put my face up to the barnacles.
“Alright barnacles, you’re going to have to release yourself from the whale. There’s too many of you on him and your weighing him down, now you’ll hafta leave or suffer the consequences.”
If a barnicle could ever mock your actions, these ones did. “Yeahs? Whats yous goins to doos boBoy. Wees needs a place to live, and wees found its.”
I rolled my eyes. “Fine, if I give a few of you a home, will the rest of you leave?”
“Where wills yous put uses?” Asked the bigger of the barnacles, “Wees dos not care fors the seees beds. Much to hards for uses, no, wes needs somesthins softers.” an evil glint crept over the barnacles face, “ Ifs yous wants uses to leaves, yous meust lets uses on yous!”
“What! Get on me? What for?” I shouted at them.
“Yours fleshees is stills softs, not hards and toughs. Ifs yous wants uses to leaves, wees musts gose ons yous.” I glared at the stupid barnicle, but if I ever wanted a name I would have to give in.
I hung my head as I stretched out my hand towards the pile, “Fine, only a few though,”
“The strongests ofs ours kindses wills gets ons yous,” Slowly one by one they slid off the whale and up my arm. Most of them slipped up to my back but some slid around my neck making a ring while the rest covered my chest.
“Myse brothers, it’s times fors yous to finds yousselfs knews homes. Nows detatch yousselfs!” One by one the barnacles let go of the whale and fluttered away down to the sea bed. Many of them tried to attach themselves to me, but the larger ones prevented them from sticking. All at once Gnattalia released a huge sigh as she floated almost weightlessly to the surface. My lungs were about to burst so I pushed off her back and swam straight up. I broak water and sucked in air. Gnattalia surfaced under me giving me a place to rest for a while.
Don and Seawad splashed above the water, “Boy! Boy! Were are you?”
“Over here,” I splashed in the water. They scurried over both jabbering at once, That was amazing! How did you do it. Incredible! That was over a million. Over a million barnacles. What’s all over you? Who cares he did it. Over a million and on a whale. A blue whale- Wait what is on you?
They stared at me. “Oh,” I looked down at the barnacles on my chest, “Well, I struck a deal with them. It was worth-“
“What! You bargained with a bunch of barnacles?” Don, frustrated, danced around showing his anger. If he had had fist, he would have punched someone in the face. “If Seascratch sees you, we’ll be dead!”
“Well then consider yourselves dead.” Don almost choked on his next sentence. Slowly he turned around and faced Seascratch. “Don, what do you have to say for your actions?”
I dived off the back of Gnattalia and intervened. “It’s not Don’s fault, I decided to do it-“ I got a look I had never seen from Seascratch. I swallowed my words as she slipped passed me.
“Don, Explain.”
“He wanted a name, an’ ya know, he- he couldn’t just fight a shark, so we thought it would work, ya know if he did something different.” He shrugged his shoulders looking at her making sure he had given her the right answer. She still glared at him, then her face softened.
“Alright, I believe you.” Then she turned to me, “Well Boy, I think you have a celebration to prepare for.”
Smiled at her as she swam off. Don and Seawad sighed with relief, “Boy you did it!” They swam around me whacking me with their tails. “I can’t believe you pulled that off!” We jumped out of the water forming cateract waves.

April 14, ’05

“Boy, Boy. Wake up Boy,” I opened one eye to See Seascratch above me, “Boy, today is the day.”
“Ta..day?” I asked struggling to wake up, “Reeaaally?” I yawned. I stretched and surfaced for air. “Where are we going?”
“You’ll see. But you’ll have to learn to hold breath for a long time.” she said.
“What do you mean a long time? I can hold mine for a good six minutes!” I told her stretching some more.
“We’re going very deep today, unless you swim fast you’ll need lots of air.”
“What about breakfast?” I gave her my sad eyes.
“I knew you’d do that,” she laughed, “Ok, but hurry.” Since I was only a year old, I still fed on her milk, but once in a while I did try to swim after the fish that were still too fast for me.
When I had finished with my breakfast Seascratch gave me one more bit of advise, “Now Boy, it will get much colder down there, if you get too cold tell me immediately, ok?” I knodded. Then I went up for one last breath and clung to her dorsal fin as she swam straight down. She had been right, the water was colder down here. What she had forgotten to mention was how dark it was. I was scared at first gripping tighter onto Seascratch. It almost seemed like night but I couldn’t see the stars. When I couldn’t see in front of me anymore I panicked. I let one hand go off her fin and I had thought I had lost her. My lungs began to burn even though it hadn’t even two minutes. I thrashed around when the water got so cold it felt like ice needle poked me. My eyes began to swell and freeze. I had to shut them to keep them warm. The needles attacked me more till my small body couldn’t take it anymore.

“Boy, Boy? Are you alright?” I could feel the sun beat down on my eyelids. I smiled, they were so warm now. I was warm. I opened my eyes to a new world. “You didn’t tell me you were cold,” she said.
“Where are we Seascratch?” I asked. We weren’t in water, we weren’t in the air either. It seemed as if we were more in the clouds, but they were clouds made out of coral. Seascratch was suspended in the air while I lay on one of the coral clouds. Beside some of the clouds were long strands of seaweed that stood up straight and stiff. On the end the each held their own unique shape. One was shaped like the moon before it dies. Another was shaped like a star fish, while one was shaped like the sun. scrawling all over the clouds were crabs, at least they looked like crabs. Their claws could extend the length of a dolphin and their legs moved like jelly fish.
“This is the entrance to Anemantinon,” She replied.
“Anemeta- what?”
“Anemantinon, the land of the Goltoenea.”
“Goltoenea?” I tried to float like she was but the gravity was as great as it was when I jump out of the water.
“Oh,Boy,” she cried, “I forget to tell you,” She looked down at my leathery feet, “You have to walk since you have legs.
Tears began to come to my eyes, “But, I- I don’t even know what walk is,”
Seascratch glided elegantly over to me, “Grab hold of my fin,” reached up to grab her fin. It took all the strength I had to hold on as I stumbled over my useless feet. The coral cut them when ever I tried to stand. My face was wet and my feet burned. Every couple of steps Seascratch set me back down. She let me cry a bit longer as I rubbed my feet. The blood from the cuts poured down the coral towards the strands of seaweed.
A buzzing softly wiggled through the air. It gradually got louder and louder till it was placed by words and a lovely tune that made the seaweed sway. I looked around trying to find the maker of the sound. Out in the distance a creature that swayed through the air like Seascratch circled the coral clouds changing their shape and throwing down the crabs that infested them.
“What is that?”
“That’s the Manorah, keeper of the keys.”
“Keys?” tha Manorah grew close enough to where I could make out its shape. It was blubberous and a sick yellow that swam around with a deep purple. Its body was the size of three blue whales. It shadowed the ground like a plague.
When it stopped it was nearly over me. I couldn’t see the end of its body. It was just a bubbling mass that wiggled and jiggled like jelly heads. Bubbles girgled and murked through its body, a few of them popped and slime slagged out in a slow ooz down to the sea weed plants. I hadn’t noticed at first, but the weeds had eaten the muck, all of it. My face must not have looked as disgusted as I felt because the monster smiled at me with it’s large lips.
“KHKELLOOO BOOOYEE.” It shook the coral as it spoke. Another bubble popped, but this time landed on a small gathering of crabs. When it splattered against them they sizzled and crumbled into nothing. “KYKOOOO MMAAAAAAYYEEE CAAAAAAL MEEEEEEE MAAAAAAANNNOOORAAAAAAAAAAH,” Her bellowing and long pronunciations killed my ears. I covered them and frowned at Manorah. When her eyes focused on my frown she opened her mouth and cackled.

If you can ever imagine a witch that is over four hundred stories tall cackling you will know that it is the most horrible sound that has ever traveled to your ears. To this day I still find Manorah’s cackle to be a glass breaker. When I later visited Manorah I had to plead with her not to laugh as she had done before.

Her cackle even made Seascratch cring. Eventually it died leaving my ears thumping. For a while she just smiled at me and looked me over. While she did that, I noticed that her body was slightly becoming transparent. More and more of her bubbles popped killing the crabs and feeding the weeds. Slowly her body shrank and slowly she became clear like a jelly head.
She was finally the size of Seascratch when she stopped shrinking. “Hello Boy,” I was shocked at her voice, it was as sweet as the song that I had heard before, “Do you like me better in this form?” I only knodded. “Well then, let’s get you into the city,” she came towards me and picked me up. It was easy for her to take the form of a human, but not easy to walk like one. So she floated alongside Seascratch towards the city.
I really had never seen a city except for the sunken ones, but they were covered with the sea’s creatures. They had no beauty to them, except for the random patch colorful coral, they were dull and well forgotten.
The city was much of a disappointment. The entrance was garded by a thicket of seaweed keeping it well hidden from the crabs. Past the gate it was nothing but building like in the sunken city, except they were in one piece. They were silent and blue, it was night here, up in the sky were eleven stars and the moon shown a bright yellow leading the stars into the night. There was a howl of wind above us, but it never touched the ground. It was a bit chilly out but the stars radiated heat down on very specific spots, mostly where the seaweed grew thick. At the edge of the city was a large building that twisted to an point extended above it. Behind the city were black mountains that snuck up into the sky.
“What do you think?” Manorah asked as I watched the dead city.
I couldn’t decide whether to tell her I was disappointed or whether to mention that it was dark so I couldn’t say what I thought about it. Before I could answer she said to me, “This is only one of her many dresses,”
“Excuse me?” I was confused about what she meant.
“Well, does the sky above the water always stay dark? Or does it lighten up every now and then and become brighter? Then does it sink down to twilight?”
“Yes,” I understood that.
“Well, Anemantinon does a similar thing.” She gently set me down, the ground was slick and soft, before long I found myself rubbing my hands across it. I rubbed my feet against it and found that it helped sooth the pain. “Watch,” she said. Slowly time passed as the moon ran away with the stars and the sun slid into place. I found myself dozing a couple times and eventually asleep and comfy.
“Boy, Boy,” I heard Seascratch cooeing as she nudged me, “Wake up Boy, She’s about to change again.” I straightened up quickly so I wouldn’t miss it. Nasea hit my head when I looked around. The town was now confusing. It had flipped upside down and backwards of what it had been before. We were no longer on the ground but were in the sky heads pointed toward the city. I was sure the blood was running to my head. I turned towards Seascratch, “Seascratch what’s wrong-“ The walls of my throat followed my voice out. I choked as I saw the disgusting sight before me. Seascratch was not Seascratch any more, her body had turned inside out, either that her skin was clear. I could see her heart pounding, and I could here it loud and clear thu- thump, thu-thump. Her lungs were expanded like balloons pink at rippled.