maverik68

:lol: WHAT?! You obviously have been cursed with a tainted mind and mixed in with false teachings. You must be purged. (jk.)

I can touch up the photo slightly I got photoshop.

"For the safety and Sanity of the general public. and humanity"

Wow, ^^; pretty neat updates! Though, I'm not too concerned about Sarah, She's an adult and quite frankly can handle herself. Ravyns Motherly instinct is quite a feat to handle through such bullshit times that goin' on, Poor her. =\ As the lack of parenting is still evident as Fox is just ill mannered and well... D: lots of violence. I did enjoy the last dreamy part ^_^ the visual and the nightmarish scenery were quite the picture!

World of Warcraft. Wrath of the living Krack.

I, personally, find it pretty tough to believe there isn't any other form of life out there. Intelligent or not, I'm convinced to believe that there's at least one other life form somewhere, be it space giants that were once native Americans and flew off, coming back to teach us how to make super corn, or little sea-creatures or bubbles of amino-acid that has a mitochondria, or for even just a fucking shred of grass. Lots of UFO sightings, odd amount of cover-ups, odd amount of "coincidences" to us. "Coincidence" as in lots of references in the egypt hieroglyphs (that are slyfully unfilmed! ) Many mythological sub-meaning. ( I recall one that said like there was this Giant golden egg and brought forth humans out of it. Now being a myth, it has roughly the same creditbility as the bible (Offence ><!) But Golden egg out of no where and came to earth? Mothership? (Odd but maybe not) The references are unlimited. After we unleashed the first nuclear bomb Ever, what happened? The amount of Alien sightings happened, and Supposedly LOTS more reports. Even Commercial Airplane Pilots sometime report them. Why is there suddenly lots more spottings by lots more people? After ross-well(sp), alittle time after that incident, we have the coming of the first electronic computers. Odd eh? We were just discovering Electronic computers after that ( And stopped Giving Heroin Cough-syrup, lol, funny thing is that it actually stopped coughs!). Isn't it abit odd? The other inventions at the time happen to be also: Hardware for computers, Jet engine, Idea of a Nuclear reactor, and missiles, pretty much a Scientific Boom. I believe. As for the cover-ups, who knows, probably government wet-work or something. (reverse engineer some stuff to get us all the neat stuff we can have! ^_^)

Wow, that's one hell of a heavy update I just got here!! Bump in the night? Harr Harr that was actually pretty funny. :lol: And whats up with Mel and fox, if neither of them had argued, none of this choking/running-away/family awkwardness would've happened! =O And as for Rob, what a change. In a way, I enjoy reading this because it reminds me that the world isn't the culture I'm partly from.

Very good band. Very. =O!

Math homework. =o

How work will go, and how much free time i'll have.

Chapter 6. Reference: http://www.xanga.com/Maverick68/684459247/item.html The air was a cool early morning in the spring, and Dimitri was up at Dawn, Admiring the distant little stars that twinkle through-out the omniscient dark sky. Dimitri loved the night sky, the revelations that were covered by the Brilliant stalwart sky due to the sun's Glorious eternal burning passion of light, were revealed in all it's entirety for all to discover the shining stars, so distant and unmoving. He heard a distant voice, calling out his name to return .Brent had called him out, to come back inside and get prepared for work. He ran back inside to fully get ready for the day ahead of him. Dimitri had woken so early to prepare to work, He worked in a Hospital as some sort of paper filer. As a part time job, organizing the names of people who recently were injured. He was alone in a hallway, organizing and filing the lifeless documents into their respected folders. He enjoyed the work, oddly, The peace, silence and intervals between the stack often gave him a chance to wonder off with his dreams, or think through life. Time seem to fly by more often than not. He looked at the clock, seeing that it was only noon, but one hour left to go. He recalled that he had to pick up an order of a mystery gift, He asked that the gift be wrapped and with a tag, titled " The gift of joy, the many gifts of joy". Dimitri anxiously looked at the clock again, it was only Five till. Relieved, he went through the maze of hallways to find his way out and fill out his work-time card. Brent bid-him farewell to a pleasant day outside, and that he'll see him home later. Dimitri went to the gift shop down the street, excitedly to pick up the gift. The gift made him feel so fluttery in his tummy, gleeful that the day was going wondrously, With a smile and ignorantly joyous grin. Walking further, he came across the destination. It was the first date between she and Dimitri, and He was in a world of nervousness. Did he smell bad? Did he smell like the hospital? Was his hair looking fine? Did the assortment of clothing he wore match? He gave out a long-drawn sigh and walked up the pathway to the door, renouncing all his petty fears; Confidently, he knocked on the door and waited. The door opened, it was her. She was really excited to see him but she didn't expect it coming from him! She put the brilliantly red colored gift beside the door outside and embraced him, thanking him for the gift. He shrugged it off like it was just a petty present, He was overly prideful on his ability to think of a such a gift. They walked down the pathway, on a stroll to the local restaurant where they shared a dim-lit dinner. They shared quite the assortment of endearments, copious amounts of sly flirting and a pinch of clever wittiness nudged between the two. Joyful and lightly stuffed with food, the couple digested each other's warming presence. Dimitri had a look into her soft brown eyes, a gentle look of innocent love, Genuine as his heart was content. As her curious look glanced back at him, wondering. The time had flew and she had to return home, distancing her from him. He paid the bill against the lady's request to pay, but the girl knew the stereotypical rules and gave in. They walked out side by side, enjoying the cool peaceful breeze. Strolling slowly home, and down the pathway, they were a tad-quiet. She thanked him for one last look, smiling and sharing a few last comments. She embraced him as she did and giggled warmly, again thanking him with her gratitude of a delicious night. He welcomed her as if it were nothing but Dimitri had puppy-love look on his face. Though they no longer hugged they haven't let go. He felt the breeze once more as he grinned, laughing nervously before giving in, looking at her. He leaned in abit, edging the kiss to seal their deal. Hopeful, tender and nervous, he felt like a ripe orange. What he felt however, was a shove. Dimitri looked up to see what was wrong, shaking his head in denial; Feeling as though his heart went sour, Squeezed up of his soul, It had felt long past the stage of being so ripe to him She sighed, unable to describe what she wanted to say. It seemed as if she was an animated statue, the cold air with the disdain ability to not speak a word. The door opened on them as a Fiery bright light had flashed them. There was a figure standing there, quietly shocked at the sight of the two. She walked back slowly to him. Suddenly, His world came crashing in him. "No...! How could you..." Dimitri cried, looking into her eyes with a touch of a watery filter. "I thought...that.." The girl shook her head slowly, sadly, but surly. She stepped in front of the bleeding bright light that had caused the troublesome heart-ache to him. He couldn't gather his mind to believe it, Never did she tell, Never did it show. He shut his eyes, at his best trying to stop the gathering of a small trail of tears on his soft and smooth cheek. "I'm..Sorry.." She said, in a bashful voice. She turned away and hugged the figure behind her, as the figure behind her, both silhouetted by the Bold bright light, shut the door on him, gently. Dimitri walked off the porch to the house that he began to forsake, renouncing all that he remembered it by. He noticed that the gift was left outside still, and wiped a few tears from his eyes as he walked home. It was the last time he looked down cornerstone st. and blueshell ave. Consolidating in his own frustration, he kept walking , his head looked down. The sun had slowly set, and the chill air annoyed him. The city never seemed so desolate and deserted before. He looked up to a glaring bright light and heard a car-horn. Dimitri had awoke with a terrible freight, his eyes quickly opening to see the everlasting glory of the ascending light. As Quick as his eyes had opened, they clamped shut as the sun's rays were beating their invisible drum of intensity into his eyes, blinding him quickly as he sat up immediately. Dimitri's sight was a mess, as he tried to adjust his vision to clearly see the room. It took him a while, sighing a long drawn out breath. He was so glad it was but only a dream, despising the fact it was a memory that had gone so sour and twisted on him to relive upon him in a dreamy sleep. He looked around for the time. It was early afternoon and Brent had probably gone to work by now. Sara had left a yellow note on the fridge. Dimitri got up stretched, cracking a few bones quietly to assist in the reawakening of the once dormant body.The cool carpet below his feet warmed rapidly to the sudden bodily presence. He looked over to where Misha was; Sleeping on her couch. She was giggling alittle, in her dream, she probably had a pleasant fun one. He smiled, walking to the yellow note left on the fridge, He wondered what Misha was dreaming of. He came across a thought and almost made him gag. "that'd be..." he started, in his mind. "..yea..no..no..Gross!! " He shook the thought away and grab the note to read. "Dimitri, I went out to help a friend out in need. Could you make everyone potato salad for lunch? We should have everything at home. Thank you. -Love, Sara!" "Great", he thought, "I have to make food...hmm, lets see." He opened the pantry. There was a few pots, and pans, some seasoning and some other junk that he didn't know how to cook. He shut the door quietly and opened the fridge. He thought to himself in a solemnly and paticently " Apples? Check. Eggs? Check. Mayonnaise? check..Potatoes...." He suddenly stopped and sighed, rubbing his forehead with his right palm. He spoke to himself outloud "Great, im suppose to make Potato salad for lunch without potatoes?!" He shook his head and looked at the clock. 11:50 AM. "Perfect!" He thought, He could walk to the grocery store, pick up some potatoes and not disappoint his stepmother at all with lunch! It was all within reasonable time and he quickly grabbed his wallet and the note. He left the house with haste and shivered as he began the journey. The sky was cloudless and the abysmal blue sky stretched profoundly. Walking into the store, he remembered the note that was written to him. He scoured the place to steal a sheet of paper and write back a note for Misha to read when she woke up. Walking down the "supplies" isle, he looked around for any cameras or anyone in sight. None. Dimitri ripped a piece of paper and found a spare pen near the pharmacy. He had poor penmanship but was determined to make the best of what he could do, and it actually didn't look bad at all. Except he didn't notice he didn't write along the lines. He laughed and folded the two pieces of paper neatly into his left pocket, and picked up the potato's he needed. On His way home, he wondered how Jessika would've made it, to see if he missed anything. He pressed the button on the stoplight and waited. Looking up, He saw a a pair of birds, flying closely to each other as if they were one. He savored the sight, the beautiful nature of animals that they can show. He took a step forward after seeing the red hand fade into the black veil of darkness. Dimitri heard a familiar noise. It was a car, and the roar of the engine didn't settle the fear. He turned to make sure that it wasn't going to collide with him, but when Dimitri had looked, it was too late. Dimitri didn't have time to jump away, so he braced as much as he could, closing his eyes before he was rammed by the car. The sudden pressure and force ushered the wind out of him, and the next thing he felt was a tremendous thud against a pole and a slipping consciousness. he looked up and saw a tree, gloomily dancing with the wind above, and saw the bystanders in shock of his accident. The movements of the people seem to blur them in and out of focus. He couldn't move from his shock, but not that he wanted too. Dimitri's kindheartedness begged him to smile helplessly to the bystanders, mustering up a faint and weak smile. He pulled out the piece of paper from his pocket, and felt the pain electrify his confused mind. His arm felt out of place, as he opened the note to read to himself. He heard sirens like a meteor coming to crash into the unknowing innocent Earth. He held on the piece of paper and read until the last word, before the darkness overcame him in his eyes, and his mind, slipping off into unconsciousness. The note he held fell to the bladed green grass slowly, like a drifting leaf, gliding down from the wind. It laid on the ground next to him opened. It read: "Three months today. I'm glad things aren't like they used to be, aren't you? I used to be really scared, but I'm not anymore..Thank you. I'm also glad that mother taught you how to be such the gentleman you are today. I couldn't imagine what it would be like if you were never born. It'd be heck of alot more lonely. -Love, Misha. P.s Sorry for being so mean to you, pushing you out my room." /end (Finished this at 5:34am!) The story ends here. I mean, it is a short story! To any of those who read, I thank you and those in support, my gratitude infinitely is thankful for you. Ravynlee : Thank you Since I finished the story, now it's time to edit! The references are poems i use for each chapter. I wanted to write a story but didn't have a plot to go. So i decided to use my poems and make a story to string some of the poems I have into a little story. So the plot is driven by the poems I've written so i can easily write a story to fulfill my need to write one. :lol: the correlation between is this. for example... In chapter one, Dimitri's mind drifted, and it was about the clouds and stuff about a kingdom and ect ect? It's a Reference to my poem "Mighty Flying Fortress" Here ---> http://www.xanga.com/Maverick68/631272918/item.html It essentially assists me to write a story as alot of idea's are already written, and are reworded into fitting quite nicely into a story like this! To be more specific on how they correlate, read my poems! :lol: I got my ideas from them and wove them into this story. Thats how they relate. You can find more of my poetry at http://Www.xanga.com/Maverick68 ! ( The front page is flooded with this story, sorry!! haha. ) I'll be posting lots of them in writers cove ! EDIT: Comments and criticism ARE Welcome!! Questions as well

Sorry :lol: I must've not noticed there. Chapter 5. Dimitri turned around, with a sigh of relief when it was only his sister. He was curious to why she was there when she had just fallen asleep! Nonetheless she her black and blue sweater and some jeans, standing in the cold. "What..What are you doing out here? I thought you had fallen asleep in the warm comforts of our home?" Dimitri spoke, with a cold shiver in his voice. "I didn't fall asleep, silly, I'd just passed out. I felt something on my forehead and shortly after, I heard a loud bang on the door, and probably guessed that was you. So i got dressed and came to see what you were up too!" She said calmly. It seemed as though she was warm enough as she sat down next to him, swinging on the swing gently. "Well then" Dimitri started "let's see what'cha wrote on this paper." Anxiously, He opened the paper from it's last fold. The paper was attempting to escape Dimitri's grasp but the sides were held firmly from being blown away. The words were written in red pen. He Lifted his feet off the ground and swung alittle. He warmed up on the inside alittle, after reading the red inked words. He looked at his sister who was sitting there, doing what Dimitri did, sit there and enjoy the cold encasement of the chill, numbing the pain. She was thinking in her own little world, confident in what she wrote would be the best thing he's read all this year! He shivered as he smiled at her, wondering what to do. "Misha...Wanna go back inside? Wouldn't wantcha to get sick! c'mon!" Dimitri whispered loudly, and ironicly as she just had gotten to the swings. She nodded, getting up as he did and walking together back home. Knowing that Dimitri had read the paper made Misha feel pretty warm and relieved on the inside, not even the peircing cold could scratch the warmth. Dimitri confidently walked, cheered up from the morning only a couple of hours ago. The sun had lit the sky into the radiant blue color, which the sun flooded the calm rested Earth with it's Glorious benelovent light. The shadows that once hid across the land were hiding from the light, ignorant to it's cleasing warmth. Dimitri and Misha had finally walked home, after playing around with random sticks and shoving into the street, playfully. Dimitri opened the door, letting Misha in immdiately and then him. They sat on the couch, looking friged and cold, shivering, Misha got up and got a spare blanket for him and herself. they laughed, thinking that they'd freeze to death. The soft silk blanket provided much comfort. Dimitri looked up and asked why did she get the longer couch while he only got he single seating, that was much smaller thought he was taller than she was. Misha shrugged, saying how she got it first and snuggled into her blanket. After a while of silence, the deafning noise was starting to bother him. He rested his head back and relaxed, saying outloud quietly. "Thanks for the note... It did seem all was lost, with everything to fear..." He saw the light bleed into the room clearly now, he looked to his side; he read the note once more, And then he saw the darkness absorb his eyesight, slowly falling into sleep, to a dreamers infinity.

Innterpartysystem - don't stop.

Wowowow! :lol: Pretty good pretty good. Pretty facking funny when Sarah comes across jack dumbfoundedly! I like how the last update has quite the anticipation!! ^_^! And i'm pretty interested to see that Sarah's actually being nice :lol: It's pretty cool how it's been only one or two days in the story :lol:

Chapter 4 Reference: http://www.xanga.com/Maverick68/681043910/item.html (completed) http://www.xanga.com/Maverick68/679257405/item.html The furious wind blew across the area Dimitri walked. Cold, The tree branches were holding on to their once lush green leafs. As they fell away, the tree's silently accepted as the wind's crys taunted the trees. Dimitri zipped up His jacket, shivering as the sharp cool wind cut through His clothing as if it were nothing. He felt lonely, as his sister did. Who else had lost their mother innocently from a drunk driver who also died? He didn't know anyone, Not a single soul to talk to except his sister. He kept walking quickly, up the hill to the local park. The tree's kept dancing with the wind, leaf-less almost. The leafs that had fallen, the Orange-brown color that had plagued all of of them. The crunch they gave were crisp, but some were softer as they have not hardened yet. Dimitri liked being in the cold, it numbed his pain of remembering such terrible things, but he refused to let them go. He could see is breath and pretended he was smoking, he laughed abit on the inside. He yelled out to see if anyone was around to hear him, but the echo's was the only thing that replied. The dead silence had a terrifying rhythm to it, it made him nervous. The park was at the small distance away, hurrying his pace to the park, he thought he heard a soul being carried away with the light fog. He say at the park swings, swinging himself. He remembered how his parents would swing Dimitri and sister back and forth when they were just children, and not teenagers. He remembered how only dad could only show up at His 15th birthday. His sister's birthday, earlier that year was awesome. It was at the bowling ally and back in the early spring. He couldn't remember the scores but he didn't care, he didn't like bowling that much but tried because it was her sister's birthday. Dimitri didn't know why her sister acted as if she were a year younger than she really was, but he liked it, It made him feel like an older brother that he always wanted to be. He kept swinging and brought out his wallet. Taking out some photo's to look at for nostalgia's sake, He saw his last prom date photo, His best friend Brielle's photograph with her date, and a few more photo's. He kept staring at the prom photo and how he had gotten there. Dimitri was at a Dinner alone with her. She had worn a fancy red dress to the occasion as Dimitri had brought candles to the table as well. It was a round table, and the scent of lavender was amid the air. The room was a giant painting of heaven; Angels were painted into the walls, as clouds, the sky and the stars far beyond. It was dim light between the two and they had finished the last fruit, an orange. They had flirted for a while eating, Her red lipstick still solidly there while Dimitri's purple suit stayed stainless. The night was young for the two. He got up and keeled before her, As if she was his Queen, princess, The magnificent fire to burn his heart, and hold her hand, kissing the soft skin gently before looking up before her into her eyes. She looked back at him nervously, not knowing what He would say or do. "To prom, my lady, would you like to go with me?" She blushed, almost wanting to yell out yes but instead leaned down and whispered "yes" and then they sealed the promise. The angel's flew and cried joyously as they saw the couples silhouettes. Dimitri smiled, He enjoyed that memory of being dressed up fancy and with a special way of saying yes. He grinned as he notice the sky had a hint of light in it, sunrise. Looking east, the sun was about to bleed it's Glorious light into the valley, vanquishing all the darkness that had been there in the light's absence. He put the photo's back into his wallet, and took out the note. Before he opened the last fold, he heard footsteps and turned around. slightly edited!