Thursday, December 11, 2014

Welcome To Fitzville

Book !, Chapter $

            That night S.I.M.O.N. had been awoken by his slumber by a horrid nightmare. Hearing his cry, and as a true leader and Bro, Joe rushed out of bed and to S.I.M.O.N.'s room. He knocked on the door and called for him. "Come in," replied S.I.M.O.N., trembling.

            When Joe entered the room, he found S.I.M.O.N. with his blanket around his body, as if he was hiding from something. Joe sighed. "Are you alright?"

            "Not really," he said, "To be honest, I'm a little chilly, and well I think I crapped my pants."

            Joe fell silent. "That's nice..." said Joe awkwardly.

            "Sorry. I just got really freaked out by my dream."

            "What happened in it?"

            S.I.M.O.N. sighed and moaned with disturbance. "Well, I was in dark place; it was mix between a lava pit and a cave. I was walking around and looking at different kinds of gems and minerals. They were glowing, and there was a trail of them running down a path. I followed the path to what looked like a spider's web, with fairies of my kind tied in the webbing. However, they shrieked at the sight of me, and told me to scram off, calling me a tyrant and such. But then I became aware of what they were truly screaming at."

            "What were they screaming at?"



            "Let me elaborate."

            "Please do."

            "I turned around to see a giant...spider thing. It was like a half fairy half spider monster. It had a lower body of a spider, like a centaur but with spider legs instead of horse legs. But it had arms like mantis arms, except not green. They matched the color of the spider legs. But the exoskeleton, I guess, was almost rocky, because it looked like it grew off in chunks off the body, rather than having it naturally blend together."

            "This is very vivid detail for a dream."

            "Well, it happened. There were six more smaller mantis pincers on its back, again, looking a bit rock-like."

            "So, ultimately, it had sixteen legs?"

            "Yes for Mother Goose's sake can I finish the freaking story?"

            "Yes. Sorry."

            "Anyways, the most shocking part about this monster was his face and midsection."

            "Why the midsection?"

            "OH MY GOD JOE. SERIOUSLY."

            "I'm just saying, it's fairly specific."

            " And I'm just saying shut the hell up. Questions afterwards."

            "Very well."

            "Thank you. So, the midsection and face were very familiar to me, because was me. Except with a bunch of red glossy eyes  on my chest and face, and I had these huge, like, three inch long fangs."

            "What was the color of the spider parts?"

            "Brow- wait why does it matter? You've been blind since the day you were born!"

            "Just making sure you're okay. Generally when you're in your, 'out of gourd freak out' moments, you tend to forget things like I'm blind, Will hears more voices then yours, and Cindy has three eyes."

            "Oh. Gotcha."

            "You seemed panicked."

            "Well, thank you for caring." S.I.M.O.N. sighed. "So anyway, upon looking at the...THING...I was terrified. Like, fell down terrified. It stood above me and uttered only a two words before it jabbed me with a pincer and I woke up; 'I'm waiting'."


            S.I.M.O.N. grabbed Joe by the shoulders and shook him back and forth frantically. "What does this mean Joe?! What does this mean?!"
            Joe gently pushed S.I.M.O.N. away. "I don't know. Just please calm down, it might have been just a bad dream. 'Kay?"



            "Goodnight." S.I.M.O.N. fell back asleep as he thought about happier thoughts, like other times when Joe stuck out for him. He was like an older brother to him, unlike the way he was to everyone else, which was a leader, even bossy.

            If only...

Friday, December 5, 2014

            My last dream of my very soul would be to live happily through life, no matter how short or long it is. I want to make it so that when I die, I know I left this world happy with my previous life. I want to complete everything I hoped to have done or started, so that my life, in my opinion, is coomplete.
            There many ways to keep myself happy. One way is for myself to never be lonely.  I want to meet new people and make new friends throughout. I wish to always have someone I can count of I ever do get lonely, to call or to text, or to even meet up with to converse. It also we keep my curiosity in check, meeting new people and exploring different cultures.
            Another thing to keep my spirits up would be doing whatever makes me satisfied; in other words, what I like to do. No matter what career I have, I want it to be in my interest, or something I personally find bewildering. My main two dream jobs that are the most expressive of my passion are to be a comic book artist, since I love to draw, and a geologist, since I have an interest in geology and rocks and minerals (It has always been my favorite subject in school, though one that I rarely learned about). Whatever career or activity, I want it to be enjoyable, to keep me positive, and, well, happy.
            And one last thing to keep me happy throughout my entire lifetime is to explore. I want to learn about the different ways that people live and the different environments around the world. They say knowledge is power, and learning new things in life could hopefully get me excited for the next day.

            In conclusion, life is something we only have one chance to do, so we must make it as worthy and possible. It will be easier to live and love if we do so. If you have a goal, go for it, if it makes you happy. Don't give up, don't let little things or people get you upset and make you want to give up; just do it. Be happy.