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]]>The Many Me'shttp://tshswriters.wetpaint.com/page/The+Many+Me%27sDreamwingshttp://tshswriters.wetpaint.com/page/The+Many+Me%27sSun, 11 Nov 2007 17:07:00 CST
Rachel Petit November 7th, 2007
It is a new awakening Today I see, I am aware Of the many me's, The first is of fire, Burning all it touches Though this is a small part So it doesn’t burn much It is more of a show Like a candle’s small flame And, though small, It is impossible to completely tame The second is of ice Like the impartial winter cold This part could sit and watch In apathy as the world grows old The ice transcends My being, drifting away It is pat of the oblivion That eats away the day It is to leap To shatter, to fall To hear nothing, feel nothing, Forget it all The next is of school, Of balance, and gray No color at all And nothing to say It loves the simple Pleasure of doing right Working your soul away From dawn ‘til night The next is of wind The impulse to fly But to never know where To never know why To flee with the gales Drift with the breeze Discover the world Over all seven seas. To run away from All that ties me down But this me wouldn’t smile And wouldn’t frown. This me struggles Against bounds Whether emotional Or simply my connection to the ground The next part of me Is the part that is warm The kind, beating heart That could never do ham. This part loves to tease Love and play This is the one who knows The worth of the days. For fie, days do not matte They are only to count The days until that fire Burns itself out. For ice, days are trivial Who cares at the time passing? Who watches them go And the dark clouds amassing? For gray, time is money Each day something to gain To sit and do homework While outdoors it rains For wind, time is careless As long as you’re free Nobody cares, there’s Nobody you need to be Fire keeps on burning Like one who is devout And consumes itself Until it just finally goes out There is no death for ice For it is already there. For what is life If not your many cares? For wind there is no end Just the end of your days And at this oblivion the realization: The error of its ways. Only the warmth in my soul Is self-sustaining It leads from life to life And after all else is gone Is the only one Remaining.

]]>I Can't Forget You...http://tshswriters.wetpaint.com/page/I+Can%27t+Forget+You...Dreamwingshttp://tshswriters.wetpaint.com/page/I+Can%27t+Forget+You...Sun, 11 Nov 2007 17:04:27 CST I Can’t Forget You
Written by Rachel Petit
Prompt: “You’re not even real…”
I can’t forget you. You’re not even real. Not even as real as my tears. Not unlike the transient moonlight on the porch. You were like a stream, ever moving, and I the leaf it bore along. You were like snow and I the sun, peering from behind my gray, cloud curtain to behold you, only to make you go. Before me you melted away, becoming water again. You were like fire; you couldn’t be caught and couldn’t be held. Like a burn you seared me. You were like a shadow on a bright day, always welcome. Yet, like a shadow, you left. You were like an angel who descended to give me light then had to fly away. I could not have stopped you, caught you, kept you, held you, no matter how my heart yearned. Like water you flowed through my fingers and like fire you could not be held. Like a shadow you fled, yet the angel in you left me in the light of you presence. Ephemeral as you were, you left a mark on my heart. Now I can’t forget you and you’re not even real… Written July 31st, 2007 Tuesday

]]>The Kangaroo Question (aka"Consider the Kangaroo")http://tshswriters.wetpaint.com/page/The+Kangaroo+Question+%28aka%22Consider+the+Kangaroo%22%29Dreamwingshttp://tshswriters.wetpaint.com/page/The+Kangaroo+Question+%28aka%22Consider+the+Kangaroo%22%29Moved from: UncategorizedSun, 11 Nov 2007 16:22:56 CST It has come to the attention of the mass media that there has been a spike of online encyclopedias in the recent years, all having a certain problem – they are all biased. To solve this, we are offering our own solution, one that newspapers have been aware of for years.


If one view is biased, then all views must be biased, thus canceling out all views and allowing everyone to be uniformed equally. It appears to be a confusing concept, but worry not, dear reader! Instead, consider the question of the kangaroo.


There are two main questions that plague the kangaroo – that plague all animals! – and those are whether the kangaroo is a product of evolution or creation. Clearly, the answer that one would receive on this question depends on who one asks. An evolutionist would point out fossil records and the prevalence of evidence to support their theory. In opposition, a creationist would point out the story of the world’s creation and Noah’s ark, as well as the lack of evidence to support evolution. Because of these discrepancies, a formerly beloved animal quickly becomes a reason for anger and debate.


Antipedia would solve this problem by offering multiple articles on the origin and nature of the kangaroo, therefore allowing people to see only what they desire to see. In order to view the Antipedia site, one would first have to answer multiple questions about their beliefs and preferences, which would impact the site that they would ultimately see. In order to accommodate everyone’s ideas, the answers to the questions would have to be available in infinite combinations. (A team will be dedicated solely to every subject and be paid for the number of concept combinations that they are able to turn out.)


For example, with the kangaroo still as the subject:


Pro-American, Pro-God: Kangaroos are a product of God’s creation of the world, and all kangaroos are descended from the two that were on the ark. Although they now live in Australia, kangaroos use the American spelling system.


Anti-American, Pro-God: This article would be the same as the one above, but would end with: Kangaroos prefer the British spellings of words to the American spellings, and like to take a break for teatime every day.


Pro-American, Anti-God: Kangaroos go out of their way to write in the American spelling system, and prefer coffee to tea, as is the American tradition. This has been ingrained into them during evolution and, despite their living conditions in Australia, they have been bred as Americans at heart.


And so on. But, you are now asking, what about the person who is anti-everything? Don’t they get their own article? And, of course, you are right, just like always. If one fails to mention the person who is anti-everything, then they have ruined the system of canceling biases by
leaving one out.


Thus, with pride, we present you with the anti-everything Antipedia entry:


Anti-everything: There are no kangaroos. They are a lie created by the government in order to incite debates between different interest groups and, it has been rumoured/rumored, further the hidden homosexual agenda. Because your parents took you to see the kangaroos at the zoo when you were a child, they support this agenda.


There! Although it seems to be a difficult subject, it all comes down to that if one view is respected, all views must be respected. Everyone should be allowed to believe what they want to believe, and to further this we would show them only information that supports what they believe. This would, of course, incite more controversy, but no one would know that they were talking about – no one can know everything in all combinations, which is why we are working in teams – and therefore biases won’t matter because everyone is uniformed equally!


And don’t worry – it will all be all right in the end. Once Antipedia has existed for long enough, people will accept that sheer idiocy is the road to happiness (again), and the kangaroo will once again be a wholesome, yet exotic, childhood delight.


Unless you are anti-childhood delight, a view that there is also an entry for! We aim to please everyone!

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Color crayons and paper were spread over the glass tabletop of the private penthouse. Located at the top of the largest tower in the city, it was not a surprise the man who lived within was wealthy, or that he had something to protect. With a security system being the only of its kind, it would go off if someone even thought of entering the apartment, unaccompanied by the owner, or if their brain waves were not in the permitted access log. In a city ruled by vampires a human was a rare treat for anyone who might come across them.
Vendetta was not a safe city for anyone but vampires, humans were taken as slaves or pets by most. Often fairies would be locked in airtight bottles; the lucky ones would die as soon as they were captured. With warehouses full of rare imported life, blood banks were as common as supermarkets and clubs filled the city, it was a vampire’s dream.
Here vampires were safe from slayers, humans and the sun. Just as mortal city’s run, Vendetta had a governor and police force, laws and semi-strict rules they made only to please the neighboring mortal city that was coincidently the major headquarters of Slayers, Inc.
A small hand held on to a yellow crayon as it moved across the sheet of paper, a child no older than four was lost within her mind. Brown curls were carefully braided down her back; hazel eyes studied the paper as she hummed “Pop Goes the Weasel.” Pink Barbie pajamas covered her body that sat propped up on three plush pillows. The night was young and this youngster had just woken up.
She was mortal, human even, but she was not a pet or slave. Victor Sterling walked in to the living area looking to the child and smiled. A vampire nearly six hundred years old with few joys in his life. Yet one small child never failed to bring a smile to his cold dead lips and warm his icy heart. Dressed in an elegant black suit, the long, dark hair he owned was brushed and pulled back in a tie at the back of his neck. Three steps more and he was at the girl’s side, one arm wrapping around her shoulders.
“Good evening, Vates.” he said softly and kissed the top of her head. “What are you working on?” His voice was not hard and cold as it normally was with speaking to others. No something in the child bright out a softer side to of him.
“Bob.” she said smiling as she picked up a purple crayon and scribbled something of a flower in the corner of the page.
“And who is Bob?” he asked as he sat back on the couch behind him looking down to the drawing and studying the others that littered the tabletop and floor.
“My friend,” Vates said smiling as she looked back to him, “Bob does not like his picture to be taken so I drew him. This one is for you.” She held up the page she had finished and held it out to him.
“Thank you, dear. Tell me where is Bob right now?” He asked playing along with the childish game. He had heard children often have imaginary friends. For his child it was not at all that shocking as he could hardly let her alone with any other vampire children her age.
“Over there,” The girl pointed to where the large TV stood, “he is playing hide and seek. I told him I don’t want to play and was coloring but he started to play anyways.” Turning to the TV she smiled, “I can see you Bob, come out now.”
Laughing gently, he lifted her off the floor, setting her on the couch, picking up the stuffed rabbit that left behind on the floor and turned on the TV. “Why don’t you watch “Bob the Builder” while I make breakfast.”
“Okay.” She said as she leaned over slightly to see the TV already hypnotized. In the kitchen as he prepared her meal, he grabbed a bag of blood from the fridge and studied it a long moment. So easily, this could be her blood. All it would take was a simple missed placed hand, the slip of a fingernail and the warm liquid would drain from her young body. The taste of a young child’s blood, oh it was sweeter than an undiagnosed diabetic and as bitter as a young wine. With the flicker of the TV victor was brought back from his mind and turned to finish fixing her breakfast.
“Here you go, dear.” He smiled as she had moved to the table and he set the plate in front of her. Standing back in the kitchen he allowed her to watch the TV tonight while she ate, normally he would sit and talk with her, but tonight he had many other things on his mind.
“Vates, sit still please.” Victor said to the girl as he placed her in the booster seat in the back of the limo. She was restless this night and he could not figure out why. Currently she was dressed in a black velvet dress, a black ribbon in her hair and white nylons ending with black shoes. Holding still only a moment, she looked out the window holding the small rabbit close.
Victor wondered if she could sense what was on his mind. It had been weighing heavily on him the past few weeks. He wondered if he chose to raise her further if it would damage her changes for a normal life or would she alright to be raised completely in a vampire’s world. He wanted the best for the child, his child he had raised from the moment her mother died in his arms from another vampire’s attack. He swore he would protect her forever and for always, but now he was questioning if it was in Vates best interest to withhold that promise. He would have to make a decision by the end of the night.
Inside the large building, Victor held Vates in his arms as they rode up the elevator. Resting her head on his shoulder, he felt something was not right. Her heart rate was up, he could hear it, and something was bothering her still. “Vates, are you alright?” He asked her looking to her a moment before the doors opened. The child only nodded her head holding on to the rabbit in her left right arm a little tighter, her left held on around his neck.
His mind raced as it had been all night. The child needed to be around others her own age… the imaginary friend thing was cute but he was starting to realize if he kept, her cooped up forever all she would have were imaginary friends. She was smart, smatter than most kids her age he was willing to bet, but even bringing her to work was beginning to get dangerous. Victor could sense the eyes watching them as he walked down the hall to his office.
“Vates, play over here alright? I need to make a phone call.” He set her down once in his large office in the corner that had another little desk for her. Kissing the top of her head once more, he made sure she was settled before he walked over to his desk.
Pulling out papers from a file, he placed things in order, sitting down at the large flat-screened computer. Coming to life, it immediately popped up with his e-mail alerts, all messages that would need to be attended to before the meeting that would start in two hours. “Done, done, done…” Victor spoke softly to himself as he deleted messages, typed new ones, and printed off papers. All of the tasks were a welcome distraction from his current issues with Vates.
He loved the girl; anyone could see that, as he was so gentle with her while Victor himself was not a gentle person. The reputation of being one of the bloodiest vampires in all history, a murder, and force to be reckoned with seemed to be dulling. Many did not quite know what to do with the child; they knew the role of father figure could not last forever. Victor himself even realized this… and with in the brief moment of realization his diction was made.
The night grew older, soon the daylight would rule once more, and the city would drop into dead sleep. Victor opened the door to the penthouse and moved through the routine of getting Vates tucked into bed. Kissing her cheek he smiled, “I love you, sweet girl.” He whispered to the already half-asleep Vates.
Walking from the room, he pulled the door closed and moved to his den. Looking through his address book for a moment he found the number of an adoption agency he had been saving and dialed. “Yes, hello, I am calling to see if there are any good homes available for a four year old child.

]]>The Dark ~ Book One, Prologuehttp://tshswriters.wetpaint.com/page/The+Dark+%7E+Book+One%2C+PrologueDreamwingshttp://tshswriters.wetpaint.com/page/The+Dark+%7E+Book+One%2C+PrologueMoved from: UncategorizedSun, 11 Nov 2007 16:13:15 CST “Hey, didn’t you say that she was back?”

Golden eyes blinked, flickering over to the man standing at the window. He was rather surprised to hear the word spoken as Kvaen had remained silent for the last three hours that they had been in here. In all honesty, Decadn was half expecting the younger God to climb out the window and disappear; neither of them was happy about being here among the other Gods. It was a well known fact that The Demon—currently in his human form—and the other Immortals did not get along well. Decadn was uncomfortable at gatherings like this as he was unsure of who he should defend. On one end, he knew that the other Gods had their reasons for not trusting The Demon but, on the other hand…He knew the outcast better than anyone and he knew that his friend was not the enemy at all. Not anymore.

The realization that a pair of icy blue eyes was watching him beneath arched brows brought him out of his musings. Smiling apologetically, Decadn sat back in his chair, setting his quill down to discourage distraction with his report. “Yes, she is back. Why do you ask, Demi’cven?” The response from the God of Death came in a soft murmur, accompanied by an equally soft smile. Both of these qualities were things that attracted people to Decadn in a sense that he was easy to trust and put faith in; without a doubt, he was the most well-liked of the Immortals.

Kvaen shrugged, hoisting himself up to sit on the sill, one leg dangling out the open window. Decadn chuckled, thinking that it really did look like he was about to bail, but managed to cover it with a quiet cough. The other either didn’t notice or chose not to comment on the peculiar sound of the ‘cough’. “I don’t know…It’s just that the Tintians are still talking and acting as if they’re all about to be brutally slaughtered or something. They know that her returning means they will still have a Queen when Erica passes so why are they still so terrified?”

Decadn considered the question, having briefly wondered about the behavior of the Tintians as well. Their current Queen, Erica, had fallen ill with the disease known to them as ‘heart rash’—the true name was known only by the Shyzens—and both she and King Dart were expected to lose to the disease in the next two months. At first, this had produced an immense rising of dread among their people as they had no Heirs available to take their place. Their youngest, the twins Dream and Kayza, had disappeared as babies, thought to be kidnapped by the Darks. Their eldest, the only son, was one of the Gods now and was not allowed to take up the thrown by both the Laws of Tinta and the Immortal Laws. This, then, meant that the only plausible heir would have been the princess, Kyra. But she, too, had disappeared. Oddly, though, neither of her parents felt that she would be gone forever, both having faith in the idea that she had left for a reason.

And they had been proved correct just a few weeks prior when Kyra returned from her unknown travels. It was not a happy time for her to return since both of her parents were on their way to Judgment but one would think that the Tintians would be able to relax. Then again… “Well…You have to remember, Demi’cven, that people don’t know if Kyra is capable of taking Erica’s place. For one, without a King she can’t have full access to a Queen’s rights or the Queen’s power. To add to that, it is likely hard to put much faith in someone who disappeared without warning or reason for several years.”
“Hmm…I suppose I can understand that. But it goes to show how little faith they have in us, too.”

There was silence for several minutes, the two of them staring wordlessly at each other as Decadn absorbed his last statement. Did the Tintians really have a lack of faith in their Gods? Perhaps Kvaen was right on this. The Gods that remained on Tinta had made it clear to Tinta’s people that they trusted Kyra with the welfare of their home. If the Tintians still doubted the Heir after the Gods had spoken well of her, did that really mean that their willingness to believe the words of the Immortals? The thought was not a happy one.

Sighing, Decadn got to his feet and moved to lean against the window sill next to Kvaen. “Maybe you’re right, then. Maybe they’re losing faith,” Decadn murmured, frowning at the thoughts running through his mind. Kvaen grumbled something under his breath, reaching up to lightly smack his friend over the head.

“Stop frowning. You aren’t allowed to frown. I’ll do all the frowning in this relationship, thank you very much,” Kvaen said, earning a soft laugh and a smile from the light-haired man. “Yeah, see, frowning totally doesn’t work for you. Had you said that to me, I would have glared at you and kept on frowning.”

“Yes, well, you are the pissy one here,” Decadn agreed, ducking the swat of Kvaen’s tanned hand. “Oh, you know it’s true, Demi’cven.”

Kvaen snorted indignantly but did not argue, instead swinging his other leg over to hang outside the window. He flashed a smile, the kind of smile that made you wonder what the person was up to, before blowing Decadn a kiss and leaping out of the window. Decadn yelped, lunging forward to lean out the window. “Demi’cven! Don’t you dare leave me alone with them!”

His only response from the shadowy bird form fluttering away was a sweet laugh and a reply of “Later, babe~!” before the Secondary God of Death vanished. It was at times like this that Decadn really wished he could fly in either form.

“You jerk.”

]]>Silvery Gatehttp://tshswriters.wetpaint.com/page/Silvery+GateDreamwingshttp://tshswriters.wetpaint.com/page/Silvery+GateMoved from: UncategorizedSun, 11 Nov 2007 16:12:25 CST Silvery Gate
Rachel Petit
March 1st, 2007

Light footsteps before a silvery door
That lies on the sands of eternity’s shore,

A cautious touch to the icy surface
And the ripples distort her reflection’s face,

A glance at the sky, so pale and light blue,
To see the silvery moon so faint and new,

Then eyes shift back to the wondrous door
And to see what lies beyond and what lies in store

Then a step ‘cross the sand and through the glass,
Into a green and blue world unlike the last,

A sigh to the wind in this world of dust
And the wind answers with a red sandy gust

Dust and spirit, how they differ and change
All across the expanse of time’s vast black range

And it all ends at this old silvery gate
Where all are offered a glimpse into fate.

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Meeting Date: Wednesday - October 10, 2008

Where: Room 511
When: 8:15 AM - 8:40 AM (During Tutorial)
What are we doing:

  • Welcoming New Members
  • Discussing Problems Faced in Writing of Individual Members' Stories
  • Sam is still the focus for this next time, unless he is absent.

Note: This is also the day of the first of the senior seminars, so some people will be absent, including myself (Dreamwings)

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Meeting Date: Wednesday - October 3, 2008
Where: Room 511
When: 8:15 AM - 8:40 AM (During Tutorial)
What are we doing:

  • Welcoming New Members
  • Discussing Problems Faced in Writing of Individual Members' Stories

    • Note: on this day it was Mrs. Agnew's mentee meeting, so the writer's club was unable to meet there, we met instead in the commons. Nothing really was accomplished because of the noise and on account of only a few people being there.

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Meet in Room 511
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This is Harison!

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