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Ageless, Pt. 1

Since it seems painfully obvious that not too many of us are still using this, I'll post in hopes that some of you will find this and enjoy and think about the piece I am about to share with you. Read, enjoy, and happy holidays! -Chris


 Date: Unknown

Location: CLASSIFIED

Report filed by Maj. Nites

Time of report being filed is unknown at this time. For now, the time that this report was filed by the Major is not of importance. We have more pressing matters than the major getting this particular file into us on time. For now the issue is pending.

When they asked me how long I was here, I told them they wouldn't believe me. I don't blame them. I hardly believe it myself
"The park is always a nice place to meet people. It's been here for a long time," I said aloud.
"Really? How long?" my friend asked in return.
"Longer than I've been here."
We were walking along a cobble stone path that leads to the center of the park. Two girls on skate boards rush by us. One wearing a black hoody and the other a white cap. The one with the cap decides to try and grind the nearest bench. She starts the grind and then falls off the board landing leg first and twists in an unhealthy fashion, her cap falling off her head. I casually walk behind the bench to see if she needs help. I look down at her and ask, "Are you okay? Need some help up?" I offered her a hand up and she looked at me with that silent anger that only a girl could possibly master.
"No! I don't need any fucking help up!" Her friend in the hoody walks over and helps her up. "Did it look like I needed help up?" she asks her friend.
"Yeah it did, you idiot." They grab her board and hat and start to walk away.
"Be more careful the next time and practice some more skating!" I yell after them. They both turn around and I receive the classic death glare. The one in the cap finally speaks up.
"Who the hell are you to tell me to practice?"
"They call me Knight. Some call me the Guardian Saint. My friends call me Queens. I'm sure you'll come up with a fourth name on your own," I respond.
"What kinda name is that? Whatever, Knight, Queens Saint, whatever the hell your name is. See you around. Asshole!" We watch the girl and her friend leave the park, and sit down on the bench she fell off of.
"Do you know her?" my friend asks.
"Do you want to hear a story?" I counter. With a slightly perplexed look on his face, he nodded at me. "Yes, I do know  who she is," I said. " I knew her from when she was just a small girl."
"That can't be possible. You're only two or three years older than she is."
I'm pretty sure I told him that time doesn't always work like it seems, but I have been mistaken before.
"The park has been here for over a hundred years," I explained. "At least that's what I've been told. I know it's older than I am, but we're not discussing the park or my age at the moment. I met her sometime around 2045." His brow knitted slightly as he did the math in his head, and then the look of disbelief came across quite plainly.
"But that would make you thirty-seven years old!"
"Yes, but I'm only twenty. We still haven't gotten to the point yet though." Sighing loudly he sat back, finally prepared to listen to my story, or at least appearing to be ready to listen. Now where to start? I can't tell him everything, but at the same time a lot of things need explaining. "For the sake of making things easy, I won't start at the very beginning. I met the girl when she was only five."
"Well, that is plausible-"
"Wait, let me finish telling you a few things! Falls are something that no one can grow out of and it was the same then as it is now. She ended up falling and scratching her knee in the process."
"And you were there to give a helping hand, right?"
"Yes I was. I ended up taking her back to her mother, who it seems has passed most of her looks onto her daughter. She told me that her daughter was as tough as any of the boys that she ran into, and I was of the right mind to believe her."
"Did you ever find out her name or is she to forever to be known as the mystery girl?"
"Well of course I did! I wouldn't just carry a girl back to her mother and not find out who they are! The girl's name is Aden, but I can't remember her mother too well. After Aden had dried her tears I told here that she would grow up to be a very respectable young lady." My friend gives my a questioning look which slowly turned into a sly grin.
"We both see how wrong you were then," he says.
"Sometimes I get the feeling you enjoy hearing about me being wrong." By now, his grin had stretched from ear to ear and to stop myself from getting too agitated I gently pinch the bridge of my nose and start again. "After that first meeting, I never really saw them again."
"Did you ever go back to the park?"

"I'm following you so far, but the suspense is killing me here."
"Just sit and listen, then maybe I'll actually be able to tell you what happened. As I recall, I was walking through the park. My arm was in a sling too, but that's not really important now either." I don't think he'll be ready for me to tell him when I injured my arm. "Anyway, walking through the park and a group of kids run by me, laughing and enjoying themselves just as they should. I make my way to the bench we happen to be sitting at now."
"Why do I have a feeling that the group of kids you mentioned is going to be important?"
"Because you finally understand what I'm telling you," I said a bit pointedly. At first the look on his face told me he thought it was a compliment, and then it finally sunk in and the sting began to show. "Now, back to the story if you would allow me to continue. A couple lovely sunny hours go by, and the group of kids run by the bench, but as they run by a white hat falls on the ground-"
"And thinking nothing of it, you get up and pick up the hat right?" A look of triumph was now painted on his face for finishing my sentence. I almost didn't have the heart to lay down another insult. Almost.
"I don't care what everyone else says about you. You're a smart guy." At first he smiled, then the meaning of what I just told him dawned on him. He opened his mouth, but then thought better of it and just sat there. "I see you're actually ready to listen again, so please, for the love of God, let me finish what I'm going to say." He nodded in mute agreement. "Yes I did go pick up the hat. As I turned to see who lost it, a girl runs up to me. For some reason she doesn't ask for the hat right away, instead she asks me who I am." God, I'll never forget how startling that was for me. I almost dropped the hat. "I knew damn well who she was after she asked the question, but I thought better of telling her. I asked her name in return." He blinked a few times and I got the mental image of a mouse running on a wheel and then falling and letting the wheel toss it around. Maybe the story is a bit too much for him to take.
"The girl was Aden. She had grown up since the last time I saw her, and I'd assume so after ten years, yet she seemed to remember me vaguely."
"But that can't be. You mean to tell me that the girl you're telling me about and the girl we just saw minutes ago are the same person?"
"Yes, I do mean to tell you this, and I have. She has grown up quite a bit since the story I just told you." I don't think the smile that came across my face helped to solidify exactly what was going on in his mind. The almost pained expression was telling me multiple things. He had better not say it's impossible. I had to wrestle with the fact that it's possible, no matter how much you want to believe otherwise. He looked up at me, and to my surprise the struggling look was gone and replaced with a sad and almost sympathetic look instead.
"This seems so impossible. You haven't aged what seems like more than a month, yet you've watched over this girl for a good portion of a life. And it's your birthday tomorrow too." We both smiled at the last comment. A smile that turned into a little laugh.
"Yes," I sighed. "It's one of those funny things about time."
"What's that?"
"It's somehow letting me watch over people. For what, I'm not sure. What has been strange is that the people I met at a very young age remember me the most. I'm sure some choose to forget, and others just keep living their lives."
"How many people have you watched over like this? I mean, it couldn't be that many right? You didn't meet me like-"
"Yes, I sure did." I couldn't help but let the smile creep onto my face. The look of complete shock that registered on his face turned my smile into a small fit of laughter.
"If you've met so many people, does that mean you've watched them- You know-," he gulped. I had known the question would come eventually and there wouldn't really be a way to avoid it after all this time.
"Yes," I said glumly, "I've had to watch them pass on. Time may let me watch over them, but nobody can stop from dying. I've lost count of the times I've cried for them. This ability that I was given is bitter sweet. I can't think of too many things better than getting to watch a person grow, yet I have to watch them fade."
"I'm sorry. I don't want you to have to go through that with me or that girl or anybody else you've had to watch over. You deserve so much more."
"It'll be okay. For some reason it always has been. I think we've used up your imagination for today. Let's go for a ride." He nodded in agreement, and we both get off the bench and dust ourselves off. Slowly, we make our way back up the cobble stone path that lead to the entrance of the park. Unknown to me at the time, Aden and her friend had not yet left the park.

"You know that guy who offered to help me up?" Aden asked.
"What about him, besides that you started to chew him out?"
"I know him."
"You're kidding, right? How do you know him?"
"I think I met him when I was little. In this park."
"You have to be shitting me. He would be over thirty, and he looked like he was in his early twenties."
"I know I've met him and he looked the same. He was nice then. He still is. I wonder if he remembers me."
"With the way you treated him? Who would want to remember you after that?" her friend giggles.
"Yeah," Aden sighs, "At least I hope he remembers me."

The Internet is for information

I'm just going to rant for a second because I can't anywhere else. The person I must rant about will know I'm talking about them!

I'm just sick and tired of a particular someone whining about not knowing how to do something while we're IMing over the internet. Like, you're on the frikkin internet, it is NOT THAT HARD to just type it up on google and find out for yourself.

How do you spell blah blah? Dictionary.com. What is blah blah? Wikipedia.org.

For some reason, links aren't working over messenger, so we're forced to copy paste into the address bar, and she suddenly blew up about not wanting to search for something because the URL will be stuck on the address bar's history. It took less than a minute to just google a damn solution -- just point to the URL in question and hit CTRL+DELETE and it's gone.

Even if she couldn't figure out how to do it, she could have just asked me to look it up instead of suddenly whining. That is the part that bothered me the most.

Ok, I had to get that out of my system. ARRRGGGHH...

Finals

So close to being done! I have one more take home final to do and then I'm free! And I fly back to California friday. Hooray! Good luck to anyone who still has finals left.

Making Up Words.

Lately a friend and I have been very into making up our own words, so I thought I share with you some of the ones we've come up with:

Proknobably- A mix between "probably" and "knobbly." We're gonna try throwing it into conversations to see if anyone notices.

Hamburcake- Basically a hamburger cake... it stemmed from a birthday cake my sister had last year that was made to look like a hamburger.

Bewilderdbeast- A mix between "bewildered" and "wildebeest." A term for being excruciatingly bewildered? I dunno haha.

Do you have any words you've made up that you like to use?

Dance Part 2

So in case anyone was wondering how that pageant went that I was talking about in my last post my friend didn't win. Sad. But her talent part went really well. I was so happy because we've been working so hard on that dance and, even tough we messed up a lot during practices, when we performed it everthing just fell into place. It was great. Made me realize even more how much I love and miss performing.

Dance

I love dancing. I'm so sad that EWU doesn't offer a hip hop/jazz dance class. At least they don't next quarter. I'm helping out one of my AOII sisters with a dance routine. She's a contestant in the Black and Gold Pageant that Alpha Phi Alpha is putting on, tonight in the MPR if anyone wants to attend, and it reminded me how much I love dancing. Sure, I'm not the best dancer, I was never enough of a masochist to stretch past the point of pain just to be able to kick my leg as high as my head. And it's not even dancing, its performing in general. I love being on stage a doing what I love. It's a great hobby, something I can do to keep my mind off of anything that's bothering me and just relax. Plus it's so much more fun when you're doing it with friends. But, that's true with anything you do.

Gratitiude

I just want to thank each of you for your kindness, acceptance, positive critiques, talented writing, energy and friendship. I wish you success in the pursuit of your dreams, happiness in living, and satisfaction with yourself in dealing with whatever life throws your way. I hope our paths will cross again. I don't know if this blog will continue. If anyone is interested in just dropping me a note once in awhile, my e-mail address is "mommacorn123@aol.com"
I would love to hear from you.

Creative Writingly Yours,
Sherrie Cornia

Flashback

I just shared a memory from over 24 years ago and the turmoil I felt inside was like someone turned by stomach into a blender and dialed puree! Three of my children, then in grade school, were involved in a hostage/school bombing. It happened in Cokeville, Wyoming in May 1986. A man and his wife, armed with guns, walked into the elementary school, herded all the students and faculty into one classroom and held them hostage for over three hours. In the middle of the classroom was a shopping cart loaded with a gasoline bomb, connected with wires to multiple explosives set up to level the school if there demands were not met. The man sat next to the shopping cart with a hair trigger line wrapped around his wrist. As this terror unfolded inside the school, frantic parents gathered behind yellow taped barriers and prayed. I had temporarily stepped away from the vigil and gone to a neighbor's house to put sleepy, uncomprehending pre-schoolers down for a nap. Moments later there was an explosion and a large plume of black smoke rolled up into the sky. As I fled back to the school I started passing school children, faces covered in black soot. I scanned each face as I ran pleading with God that my children were among the survivors. I was certain there were casualties. My progress seemed like a dream where everything is in slow motion. Suddenly, I saw them. All three of my precious children were standing in a corn yard, running water from a hose over my 11 year old daughter's arm. She had been burned in the fire that ensued from the gasoline bomb exploding. She would be fine. In fact, everyone survived, miraculously, except the man and his wife. He shot her and then committed suicide. God does hear and answer prayers.

Spill Canvas

Have any of you ever heard of or listened to a band called the Spill Canvas? I've just been getting into them lately, and I really like them. My favorite song by them at the moment is the Tide, you should check it out! :)

Parts written during class figured I'd post them - Is it even a little bit interesting?

            Earth…

            The planet filled to the breaking point with humans. Humans are the race that can do so much. Things, that can make and break almost everything. Why put something so glorious in the hands of destruction? They can build wondrous civilizations then a moment passes and the fire spreads.

            For What?

            They have no purpose. No control and no leash…

            Chaos creates chaos… Maybe that’s why they are in charge…

            Whatever, they are still stupid meat!

            “Are you even paying attention?”

Pfft… Of course not.

            “Yep, heard everything. When’s lunch?”

            His ice blue eyes grew dark and stormy, and his slightly stiffening shoulders made me sigh. Dark eyebrows furrowing together he growled, “You—“

            “Alright I’m s’rry! May I go though? Being here isn’t helping either of us. Err… sir?”

            “Let’s back track. Where were you—“

            “No. We’ve done this. I’m done! Now please… May I get lunch?”

            “After we discuss—“

            I shot out of my seat and stalked towards the steel door. Everything in the room was dull and fixed so nobody could get hurt.  A white room with only a table and two chairs and the table was of course padded, just in case. Within the room only the chairs were able to move, them and any creature that was shoved in the room that is.

            “Let. Me. Go.” I snarled softly while reaching for the knob-less door.

            Sighing he placed his hand on that which will allow me out and them in.

            I halt just like expected. The door swings open silently and they enter. I wait and watch as the ones in armor pass chains back and fourth.  They step close to me and the silver metal clicks into place on both wrists.  Stay put, don’t growl, and behave just like expected.

            Be a good dog and let things continue smoothly. Fight and it‘ll become a tough day. Nobody wants to have a hard time… Shit, I don’t need this. I just want some filthy stinking food!

            “We’ll meet up again later today. Is that alright with you?”

            Oh yah, like I have a choice…

            “Sure thing doc. I’ll be sure to wear my pajamas and bring some cookies for our slumber party.”

            “We aren’t going to have a slumber party! This is to help you. We are trying to fix you. You do want to return home some day don’t you? Your family wants you home soon.”

            “Oh? Does that mean you don’t want the cafeteria’s plain cookies? I could try asking one of these nice strong statues to get you fresh baked cookies instead. Would you like that better doc?” I replied with a snarky smirk.

            His glare darkened even more and he gestured aggressively towards the armored brutes. I was quickly grabbed and slightly man-handled out the door.

            “What no hug, sir?” I hollered as the door slammed shut.

            A quick spiteful laugh escapes and I hear it echo as the three of us walk. Somewhat walk anyways. White tile floors and we passed white blank walls. Silver steel doors that are all locked slipped pass as they half carried and half escorted me down the long hallway. Just another long empty hallway with no life except us three just like expected.

            Life huh? None in this stone building have life. We’re all dead in here folks, and if you weren’t dead before don’t worry you soon will be.

            Looking at the dully lit ceiling with swinging lights I muttered, “Welcome one and all… To this place of the damned and dead.”

            Pain exploded in my head and my eyes watered slightly as I caught my footing and saved my self from hitting the cold floor. Sometimes it is amazing what can happen when you feel something unexpected. Getting hit by one of the fools in armor felt like when I was little and got thrown into a brick wall. I slammed my head pretty hard that day and ended up getting a slight concussion and a wondrous bruise. This time though my blood boiled and I couldn’t stop the venom from rising.

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            The darkness lifted a bit, or at least enough for sight to return. White padded walls were the only thing to focus on. My eyes narrowed in concentration as my vision blurred and refocused again slowly. Out of habit I glanced at the one part of the padded wall I marked myself so the door would be visible even when shut.

            Yah my intelligence is impressive. Some day I’ll even find a way out! Pfft… not.

            Rolling to a sitting position I checked myself over and came to the conclusion my innards were still intact; which is always a good sign, but not the most reassuring when I don’t really have a tool to really make sure they are all there. I even had the bonus of those clean white outfits all mental patients get to wear.

            Ah, and of course no food ‘cause I was a bad puppy. Heh, I’ll show them bad dog… Bite there freaking hand off next time. Ow…

            I touched my sore head once more and winced. The bump felt bigger then last time, but no real damage. Jumping to my feet I quickly righted the slight tilt I was heading in. Steadying my balance helped for a moment, but the door sliding open spooked me enough to fall flat on my face since that was originally the direction I was tilting in.

            Great, I’m as graceful as a cat in cuffs, but put me on a padded floor where I can’t get hurt even if I tried, and I have, and kiss that gracefulness away.

            Another idiot in armor set down a slice of bread, and shut the door after gesturing to the big guy outside the door. He of course held my drink which meant to get it, I had to get in reaching distance.

            I grinned cheekily as I contemplated the issue. Pretending I’m still out of it was an option, yet plan A was just begging for a chance to be released.

            Crawling to my feet

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            Plan B sucked. Future reference if you don’t want to be black, blue, and red all over avoid plan B. Ah shit my head…

            “That was a stupid stunt. Would you like to explain yourself?”

            “Do you want to explain why they hit me?”

            Sighing he covered his face with both hands and muttered something truly irrelevant to me. I watched his shoulders tense and noticed a bit late that his hand was shooting out towards me. Guess I should have been paying attention to that irrelevant information.

            Getting slapped not only stung, but damn, it makes a person feel like a dumb dog. Where do people go to learn how to slap a person like that anyways? My cheek was going to be so sad later.

            “Ow…”

            “You, why are you so difficult? No shut-up, don’t answer that. You are an intelligent young man. You’ve been here six months so that fact is very clearly known to me. Do you want to be here till you die? Your family– “

            “You just don’t get it,” I murmured, which disrupted his rant. “My family is gone. This family you keep mentioning don’t care for me. They don’t want me. They can’t, no, they won’t ever know me. Doc. They see this and talk to this, but they don’t even realize this isn’t me.”

            “You and your body–“

            “Oh god… Am I able to go eat now?”

            “But–”

            “Sir, I’ll rephrase that. I’m going to go get food. Your goons will come for me later I get it, but I’m going.”

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            A murder’s eyes, and an innocent’s smile. That’s what they always said. I was capable of so much. All the things I would ever want were in reach. My purpose in life was to succeed, and be the best.

            Soul purpose huh?

            I was supposed to be the one that would become so great. They practically raised me to think I was god.

            God…

            “Yo! You have no wings to reach off into space, so come back to chat with the little people again.”

            Settling my sights back to reality I gave the old male an absent smile. He lived here so long there was no chance to get him outside of these walls; a clean shaven face, with constantly vacant, roaming blue eyes. They decided a long time ago he was safe enough  to not need restraints or babysitters in armor to watch his every move. Someone did his hair up into a short ponytail at the base of his neck. This old man never seemed concerned about anything unless I’m around.

            Afraid of something you can’t see but feel?

            “Hey, don’t start drifting off again kid! They really hit you with them candies didn’t they? Must have been causing trouble hmm?” he grouched while taking another spoonful of whatever was on my plate.

            I gave him my best ‘Oh that’s nice’ motion and tried taking a bite of… “So this lunch?”

            An odd look from the older fellow then he replied, “The doctors might want to stop knocking you around so much.” Shaking his head he moved around a bit to get comfortable, possibly, then continued softer, “You had lunch three, maybe four naps ago. I’d call this dinner. Save your head and just give them what they want.”

            Sighing I did some half-assed math with that information and realized if I wasn’t out to long the most it’d be is breakfast right now.

Snow

The snow is getting really irritating. In some ways it is fun especially when a person can watch out the window at all the fluffy whiteness fall and land in a nice need cover over the land. Watching a great dane playing in the snow is really fun too. The fact that the snow got so bad that I got snowed in for a day and then made the power go out made it irritating though. Not to mention the fact, that flying in this weather is scary! Anyways, that's my rant once again.

6 word memoir

Reality, it is what we decide.

I'm right, you win. It's me.

Made it to the end, well?

Laughed, cried, jumped, and made it.

Laughed, cried, but I'm still here.

One life, one world. More goals.

A little snippet

                "Rabbit are you still busy? I want to play, and the queen said,  'not now!'" he whined while following after the tall dark male that was known as the Black Rabbit.

                The bored male, watched in fascination, as the Black Rabbit started making wider strides to go where ever it was he was going. The long black hair that was braided was starting to escape from the band that kept the entire thing neatly woven together while the Black Rabbit went about doing his own thing. The Rabbit's outfit was a little more rumpled than usual, but that was probably because the queen was playing with him a little more roughly than normal.

                "To busy! I'm running late!"

                Chuckling the blue eyed male stated, "you're actually quite early unless you fixed your watch back. I played with your pretty little trinket earlier while the queen was playing with you. Oh! Since you're early-"

                "You what!?"

                "you-"

                "She was yelling at me you stupid bird!"

                "can-"

                "God I hate you."

                "play." he finished giddily while watching Black Rabbit glare at him with those red tinted eyes.

                "No."

                "What? Why?"