Tenebrosity Episode 3: Gyula

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Do you know who you are? No one knows who I am. Well they know what I want them to know. When you don't talk much it builds an eerie aura of mystery. I generally keep to myself and when I need to be social with people I have created a different persona of myself.  Around my family I am closer to myself, quite, introverted and I answer most questions with a simple answer. I do talk about token things when needed and that is what I used to survive high school.

You could call me a liar or crazy, but none of the falsehoods I speak of have hurt anyone. I just change how I act around certain people, we all do it. Do you talk the same way with friends that you do with your grandparents? I didn't think so. Well I don't talk to certain groups the same as others, more so when I was younger. No one in the High School I went to has any idea who I really am. I talked about hating school, and I never heard the gossip about anyone.

It's quite nice not knowing about who is effing who or other trivial things. I kept my hobbies to myself and only one person knows the real me. He is a friend I have had for years at first I was shy and unsure about him but came to a sudden realization. He was a lot like me, hell he was like a clone of me. No this isn't a story about how we fell in love. But I do love him like a brother but I have no brother so I don't think I can use that metaphor...

I walked the halls of the school with usually a mean look on my face, generally because I hated it there and after being made fun of in middle school like almost every child I had grown a thick skin. Some people go to drugs or cutting, I went with humor. Albeit self deprecating but that was High School Me, the guy that made fun of himself for laughs and it also stopped others from saying worse things. Because I could say even worse things about myself , does this self defense mechanism make sense? No but it worked. I'm not addicted to drugs, I've never cut myself voluntarily and I have no other suicidal tendencies.

I soon noticed as I got closer to the end of my High School career that my life was boring. It still sort of is but not as bad as back then. Did anyone ever know that I had a long distance phone relationship with a girl I had never met when I was fifteen? Only one person knew and he accepted it. Did anyone know that I had a small harem of online girls that I would talk with and have virtual sex with, a few had even flashed me over web cam and they had never even seen my face.

My MySpace Blog, Posts from 2005!

(May contain foul language, bad grammar and general stupidity. Be advised this was when I was 19)
16 Buttons of Justice

4/11/05 Current mood:anxious

Well I just bought the 16BoJ cd from www.watermanstudios.com and once I get it in the mail I willshare the awsomeness of it! Hopefully I am one of the first 30 to order it so I will have it signed! I'll be theluckiest New Englander with such a momentus awsome cd!

16 Buttons of Justice part duex!

4/22/05 Current mood:satisfied

The 16BoJ cd rock so hard! It is one of the greatest cds any human could own. Roc-omedy all the way! I also learn that Waterman 8 is almost coming and it will have Reel Big Fish as a guest could life get any better!?

Uh Faith...

Tenebrosity Episode 2: Iorworth

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“I’m going to cheat on my girlfriend, we are miserable and I have a feeling that this new girl could make me happy.” Gwalchmai said to me.

“Wait, what? Why would you do that?” I said back.

“Iorworth I know what I’m doing. You maybe the Captain of the team but you’re not the captain of my life!” He said and he looked feral, more so than ever.

He was the only one on Eastern Ansugher Technical Supernatural University’s Avlamak team; Helwyr. Avlamak is a team based sport that the main universities of supernatural beings play and Helwyr is currently leading with a 4-1 record. Their one loss happened recently because Gwalchmai had not returned the kadin back to the kale (fort/home base.) The kadin was a human female with no special abilities and usually they have no families so they are not missed when they are captures for the games.

Avlamak has been the leading cause of most kidnappings involving young women and sometimes a few males (erkek) to change things up. Avlamak pits two teams in a form of “Capture that flag as humans know it, but the flag is a live being and the kadin/erkek have been killed in some games if they get too crazy. Gwalchmai has fancied the new kadin and decided to hide her instead of bring her to the kale of Helwyr. They had been facing one of their rival schools, the mainly vampire team Vânător from one of the schools out west.

I had been meaning to talk with Gwalchmai about how he acted and would have showed him a lesson but the vamps did that when they turned our kadin and theirs after the game. There was no way Gwalchmai would touch a vampire bitch but falling for this human has made him second guess his relationship with his current girlfriend; Lily, she was a mermaid much like my girlfriend Phlox. I stood in the hallway alone, Gwalchmai had stormed off and I was going to be late for class.

So I began to walk down the long hallways, they had been covered in the school’s colors of Teal and Silver and every so often you saw a poster about the upcoming Avlamak game. Being the captain was hard when you were friends with the entire team because sometimes you had to be a hard ass and other times you deal with shit like what I was going through. Not only had I thought Gwalchmai and Lily had been made for each other, I was filled with a seed of doubt. What if Phlox wasn’t my one and only? What if I was with the wrong person and got married to her while the perfect girl for me was out there?

For a second I felt like a high school-er with hormones raging and confusion but soon realized I was a damn adult and a werewolf to boot! As I walk through the halls, not caring if I’ll be late because I know I won’t get in trouble for it, I spot him. No not that weird new kid but the thorn in my side ever since I came to the University. That punk bitch Chad was with two of his new sires, they were crawling all over him, nipping, no biting his chest. He wore the same stone cold angst ridden face, the face that irks me each time I see it.

Top 200+ of my Favorite Movies

Well I was saving this one but because I'm working on Tenebrosity episode 2 and Who is this? Part 2. I had to pull this out of my hat, a.k.a. me being lazy. There is no particular order and if you notice some bursts have similar themes like the first few are trilogies, then a burst of comedies or a certain actor's filmography, so on and so forth.

-Godfather Trilogy
-Original Star Wars Trilogy
-Back to the Future Trilogy
-Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 1
-Brick
-Monty Python Holy Grail

Who is this? Part 1: The Party

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Part One: The Party

Tyler’s phone beeped as he entered his friend’s house, he had received a text message and ignored it. It was his girlfriend, well to be exact his newly ex-girlfriend and he didn’t have time for her shit. She had been acting strange the past few weeks and the straw that broke the camel’s back had finally fallen; she had been hanging out with her ex-boyfriend more and more. Tyler never was the jealous type but he was wrong because it had consumed him. He felt like an idiot and also like a giant douchebag for the way he had acted towards her but she still deserved it.

It was a high school relationship, probably doomed to fail anyways but he didn’t want to be single for his senior year. This party was the start of the summer, the term had just ended and he was feeling good about next year. He had done well on his tests and he was going to make this summer great. He had just got a job at a restaurant, washing dishes, not the best but it was something and it paid. Zircon Meadows; it was a burger joint with inside and outside dining; they also served ice cream and had their best business in the summer.

To celebrate his new employment and the start of summer he decided to make an appearance at Markus’s party. He didn’t know him very well but they were on good terms and almost everyone from Union High was there. Luckily not Bristol because she was off with her boy-toy Adam for the weekend; he opened his cell phone as he pulled it from his pocket, in one swift motion and with that motion he clicked ignore on the message. He turned the sound off and set the vibrate function on and as he placed the phone into his pocket he was bumped into by some douche in a leather jacket.

Beer from the generic red cup splashed onto Tyler’s favorite shirt; it had the name of his favorite band “Everything/Nothing” and their best design of the cover of the album “This is as it Shall Pass.” He grunted in frustration as the dickweed in leather passed by without even a courteous “I’m sorry,” he had nothing to wipe the beer off with and it stunk. Cheap beer, stale cigarette smoke, assholes… boy this sure was a high school party. Wait, he could smell the smoke of pot, now it officially was a cliché high school party, pizza must be close by and some “bros” would be playing beer pong.

He walked past the hormone bursting teenagers, dry humping and swapping spit. He sort of missed being one of those people. He walked to the kitchen and saw the counter full of cheap liquors; he grabbed the bottle of vodka, spun the cap off and took a few swigs. He coughed as he felt the burn go down his throat, it tasted like dirty rubbing alcohol and he surmised it had to be the cheapest of the cheap. He pushed up his glasses that he has been wearing since he was in fourth grade and walked out of the kitchen. Loud music bumped from the stereo and he sighed, this was the song that he and Bristol had listened to when they fooled around.

Yet Another Taste: Honey Eyes

{This is an excerpt from the Golden Book of Canaan; The Book of Yansa-Orish}

The youngest of the Ten Mighty also wore the oddest of cloths, compared to loin cloths, and tunics. He had a long dark blue scarf wrapped around his neck, a white tunic, big furry boots and something his tribesmen or any human had never seen. A pair of eye protectors, his goggles where bright orange, strange plastic like material from the heavens with darkened lens that sparkled when his head was at odd angles.

His villagers gathered not in awe but wondering what was with his clothes, they where so strange. Soon a ball of wind formed in his hand no one truly noticed. His scarf whipped around, and the villagers covered their eyes wishing they had his strange eye protectors. He spun around laughing; very child-like, he started shaking hands with each of his new tribesmen. Small tornadoes formed around each of the villagers as their powers are awoken.

Betsalel was the last surviving relative of Senka, Maleah's best friend as a child. He was on his way to becoming the new Koghan elder due to his mastery of traversing the shadow realm. But he was driven to madness with dreams from Verin. Maleah pleaded for some mercy and Verin was too jubilant to deny her requests. So the dreams became false prophecies, they drove the poor Besalel insane and he soon left this realm and exclusively lived in his shadow realm. Verin had a personal vendetta to finish but he knew it would be done best with that of the shadow assassin. 

The tyranny of Tiberius had reigned over the kingdom of the same name for Eight generations now and soon the Ninth would be taking place of the dying King Tiberius the VIII. Prince Tiberius IX had just birthed his second child, Tiberius the X was about three years old now and the new baby would be given a new name; Albrecht. Verin didn't want to just kill this bastard for what his Ancestor did to him; he was going to wipe out his lineage! But he was going to wait until the Tenth was fully aware that his lineage had died off, possibly when no son came from his loins.

Betsalel was seen as the savior in his dreams because he had fulfilled the prophecy of the same dream, it was foretold that when the Tenth Generation of Tiberius bore his third daughter he was to be killed, for he had no brother left nor a father. Then the daughters were to be murdered in the village of Life givers in the Sapphire city of Samaria. But for his final task he was to gather a team and the first hundred times he had the dream he felt special, but soon madness crept into his soul and his dreams were vivid. 

{This is an excerpt from the Golden Book of Canaan; The Book of Cyhireth}

Draped in a long silk dress that was a dark violet, her hair was short, spiky and black. The pours on her dark skin could secrete poison of all sorts. She was the master of ecstasy or the bringer of death. She was the polar opposite of Samaria but she was one of the Ten Mighty, and they were sort of extended family. She swept into her village and knew she was truly home, the villagers gathered around her and soon a young boy walked over to her and hugged her legs, his cheek laid softly against her thighs. She ran her long fingers down his hair and he was awoken, another poison master.

Like the other Mighty Ten she awoken her village to their true potential that has been lying dormant since they were given life by Adonai. Many of the poison manipulators created the first Ales to quench the thirst of the adults and help keep them in a slumbering stupor. Being able to put their poison on weapons made them deadly warriors but they never needed true fighting skills.

Preview: Darkness

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In an open field two figures stood a few feet away from each other, they were staring each other down. The male was tall, thin, he had long brown hair, he wore a long red scarf and a tight blue shirt it had an alien symbol that roughly translated to; snake. Long black gloves covered his arms and his hands become tight fists.

The woman staring him down had a large sword that shimmered in the sunlight; her hair was so blonde it looked silvery-white. She had intense green eyes that matched her green armor plating, it was form fitting and she knew she needed it. She held up her sword to her forehead that was covered with a black bandanna. Her boot slid foreword; she was ready to strike but not ready for him.

Tenebrosity Episode 1: Stitch

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They told me that I was going to be transferred to Eastern Ansugher Technical Supernatural University because I was not normal. I like many kids had been told I was special. So my father Victor Feldstein who is a Doctor so he holds me Adam Feldstein to quite a high standard.   Did I mention that I was made; from a cornucopia of human bits and pieces. That’s how I got the name Stitch; at my new school anyways. Someone called me it when he saw me and it was nice to not be called fiend, monster, freak, it or the ever popular demon. We all know demon come from the depths of hell and are not made by man.

When I walked onto the campus to see beings like me, non-human, creatures from all over interacting it was a wonderful thing. That was until I met the Werewolves, they ruled the school and if I had a reference to High School I would have to say this College was just like one. It was full of cliques, petty drama and murder. I have been sentient for about two years now and have been devouring popular culture like a monster feeding on the flesh of a human. After countless hours of watching popular high school dramas, comedy movies based in college; well I had to come to school and this was the only one that I wasn’t chased out of with the evil fire.

Did I mention the high murder rate in the Eastern Ansugher, Massachusetts’s area? Well it is frowned upon to kill fellow students but it is more of a crime to kill the innocent humans. No rules have been stated on the killing of angels or other divine creatures, hell I think it is even encouraged!  Ansugher is located in Northern Massachusetts on the boarder to New Hampshire and my new school is in between Haverhill and Newburyport, sort of. Well with the dark energy flux that our Dean emits it makes the location a bit wonky. Sometimes you can get to Salem, New Hampshire in minutes while other days it takes a few hours. 

Speaking of the Dean of Eastern Ansugher Technical Supernatural University he is quite the character! He well is neither male nor female in the human sense and its name is unpronounceable in English, French, German and Dutch but can be pronounced in Spanish, I believe it is how they roll their ‘R’s or something. Some say it is older than creation itself, how that works my simple mind can’t comprehend. Some even say it is his children that created us monsters. Well Doctor Feldstein created me but he was insane and the Dean is a pro when it comes to insanity.

But I digress we need to get back to my first day, I had already met the Dean and my father had just dropped me off. I saw a group of people-monsters just like me, former corpses reanimated by dark magic. They all wore ironic t-shirts about the greatness of life and some wore jeans so tight the friction had eroded their already melting flesh down to skeletal legs. Most of them wore earbuds and talked about bands that I had never heard of. 

 

Twi-moon-clipse-awn Chapter 1

I hated moving to Knives, Oregon, hated hated hated hated it! God life is so not fair for a seventeen year old hottie that could bone anything that moves but guess what I'm better than that. Yeah I'm so awesome at everything, I shit success! And then eat it for breakfast, my name is Keelia Cygnus and this is how I nabbed the brooding babe that I swear doesn't hit me! I fell down the stairs okay? DEAL WITH IT!