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December 16, 2009

Working with others to achieve a certain goal can be very helpful. For me to successfully work with a work of people I have to know them enough for me to be comfortable. There are times where working with others is a disaster and I don’t get any thing accomplished, but that may be resulted because I didn’t know them enough or I just didn’t get along with them. I can get along with almost everyone but there are just some people that don’t put their part into it. When ever there’s a goal waiting to be achieved and takes team work, it is up to everyone in the group to work together and not slack off. For example at any job you are expected to do your work and finish what was assigned for you to do. Working by your self is good some times to, but when ever I work with others I end up getting new experiences. I love getting new experiences of any type of work because if there is a next time to it I can always make it better. Working with others has its up and downs, you might get things done faster and better or end up with the complete opposite. But what ever the case is, working with others will only make your team work skills stronger.

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The Best Community 

To have a great community it must consist of trust, integrity, respect, and responsibility. The only way you could possibly even have a community is if everyone in it has the same basic goals and needs. A community is like a family outside a family. We all have similar aspects in what a family should be, and what the meaning behind family is.

Olde Columbine once was one of the greatest communities you could have ever seen. Every student has come from similar backgrounds which; had lead them to OCHS in the first place. Where, we all have the same goal of graduating and succeeding in life. Therefore we had made the school not just any community but a family in which it has been made easy to reach this goal.

If each and every person had trust, integrity, respect and were responsible you’d always find the best community. Life will always be an adventure traveling from one community to another. Yet, no matter where life shall lead you, just have those couple of things in mind and you could be the start of something great.

 

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December 15, 2009

Creating a successful community consist on several things. One big thing that every community should have is rules and regulations to keep the community up and running. OCHS has a governance meeting once a week, a place where the ones in the community have a right to be heard and have a chance to speak. Having a gathering to talk about what is going on in the community is very important so everyone can get an idea of what is going on around them. Another thing a community should have is to host activities where everyone in the community is expected to put some part into it. That’s important so the community has each other close enough where things can get accomplished successfully. A community will always have people that care enough to volunteer to help the community, and others that just don’t care of what is going on. OCHS also has its “norms” that are expected to be fallowed by everyone. In a community it is great to have some thing similar to the “norms”. Those are certain rules that will jump in to help the community not fall apart.

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December 08, 2009

GOVERNANCE 

Our governance meetings show the perfect democracy in a way that no other democracy can seem to comprehend. We tend to always have everything that a perfect democracy needs. We have the people that don’t really care the ones that are way into it and the people who aren’t happy with what’s going on in the meeting. We also have the leaders of the community so we have people to help keep everyone under control. If we didn’t have leaders to help keep everyone under control there would be udder insanity in every meeting and we would never get anything important done.

In a democracy you do need the people that don’t really care about things because they can have good points about some things. Like what is the point of worrying about this it’s so stupid and crazy. There are things that we worry about that don’t really need to be worried about. The people that aren’t really into it will tell you if it’s really important or not.

In a democracy you also need the people who are way into it because if you didn’t then you would never have anything to talk about and work on. When we do have something to talk about if there isn’t anyone who is way into it then there would be no discussion on what is going on in the community. They can also be the crazy ones who will just get way into a subject and just go crazy about it if it doesn’t go their way.

In a democracy we also have the leaders. If we didn’t have the leaders to run the meetings things will get way out of control and out of hand. We wouldn’t get anything done due to the lack of order. The leaders also help to start a discussion about important items on hand in the community.

All of these things make Olde Columbines governance meetings the perfect democracy. With the ones with a lack of interest, the ones with too much interest and the leaders of the community from which we have created among our selves. When we are all put together we make the perfect democracy and the perfect family in our little school of peace. We are the perfect democracy.

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December 07, 2009

Each Other

Throughout life we all work with others whether we realize it or not. Like at a job you realize that you and coworkers, work together to get things done. Then at school each student kind of works alone at putting something into the school yet in the end it is a team of students and teachers work that has made it functional. Also back at home each and every person does their part and it makes not only a house but a home.

No matter what you shall be doing it fits into something else. It’s like a puzzle, you sit flipping and turning, mixing and matching pieces together. Once you are stuck and all out, you go to someone to see what they got to give and help. Eventually there will be a group of people sitting looking at the big picture saying I helped with that.

 Some of the hardest parts can be working with people you don’t get along with or giving and getting directions. Some like to be leaders and give the directions but have to learn to sit back and take some direction. Others like getting the directions but have to learn to step up to the plate; be a leader and give directions. Also there are always people that don’t get along but to get something done they have to suck it up and work together just to get the project done.

Sometimes a person just wants to give up; build walls and shut out the world. Even when one does that every move they make and lead to someone else doing something. When this happens others will work together to figure out why it has happened and what they can do to tear down the walls. As you can see, even if you are alone your actions lead to others.

All of this is just apart of living and making it through. People have to learn and challenge themselves. Also no one can ever take the easy way out and do the things they like and know they can do. At some point in their life they have to do the complete opposite. All in all, working together with others is all around us and part of life even if we do not recognize it.

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November 16, 2009

Governance  

Governance at Olde Columbine is a whole school meeting in which we have democracy. In fact governance is almost a better and more accurate democracy then America itself. What we vote on comes from the people for the people. When we vote everyone is equal and majority wins the vote. In America for certain things majority wins but with other things it has to be passed through different legislations and offices and then they get to decide. Therefore it’s not for the people by the people.

Everyone one, teachers and students are equal; if all the teachers don’t want something but the students do, the proposal gets passed into the handbook. Governance and its’ democracy is good for OCHS. If someone doesn’t care and doesn’t vote oh well it’s their choice. We believe in individuality, therefore with the democracy part people are able to care or not, to get upset, to invoke in some conversation about something, find out about something.

In America though; people are able to do all that but to only and extent. Lets look at it as if, legislation is the teachers and the citizens are the students. A vote took place, and majority said yes, so it get’s passed to legislation and they don’t think it’s the right thing at least not right now so it gets thrown out. America says it’s by the people for the people, yet it doesn’t feel like it.

As you can see America is mischievous in many ways. They go around certain things. Also they’ll make a law people want, but yet there is another law contradicting that law. At OCHS when they say it’s student lead, run and for the students they are not kidding. All rules are basically made by the students to help students, as long as they abide by state laws. All in all governance is an ideal democracy; granted it can get hectic but what would be democracy without that.

Posted by Missy S. @ Know the Olde | 1 comment(s)

November 03, 2009

The Olde Columbine norms seem almost pointless. Not many students even know the norms. Also some don’t even know the meaning behind them. The norms are just common courtesy. If you truly think about this is all true. So really, how useful are they?

Most students that go to OCHS; if asked what are the six Olde Columbine norms? They’d probably say I don’t know same with the teachers. The meaning behind some of them aren’t clear; like embrace individuality does it mean be different/be your self, or accept some one no matter what. If you think about it the norms are just what happens to most people when the mature and grow up.

 Owning your actions you have to when you’re an adult. Helping and embracing individuality just happens. Kindness and consideration is something most people do anyway just to get through life. Honestly not many confront wrongdoers, it’s called the cops these days. Strive for knowledge if they want knowledge they will and if they don’t they wont its’ that simple.

After reading this put major thought into it. How much of what has been said true? How much of what has been said false? They are apart of what makes this school. They are great don’t get me wrong, but know one truly knows them or thinks about them when they go through their day. All in all there really are no norms, it’s just common day courtesy.

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November 02, 2009

                                                     Norms                                                   Maritza Duran

 

           The norms at Olde Columbine High School are apart of every student and every staff member within Olde Columbine. Even though they were made years ago, they still are held up to expectations. Norms are what help our school not only to progress into better learning opportunities but to also strive to want to be apart of the OCHS community. I do believe that this school stands out then any other school that I have ever attended. The Olde Columbine norms help every student in their own way to feel comfortable and to reach their goal of getting a high school diploma. Without worry of being excluded, nor discriminated.

 

           The definition of norms is a standard, model or pattern of a general level or also known as average. For example two cars per family is the norm for most suburban communities. Starting off at Olde Columbine I thought it would be like every other school, but after a couple of days I soon comprehended that this school was nothing alike to all my old schools. At Olde Columbine students actually care about each other and don’t judge you for who you are, how you look or for who you hangout with. The Olde Columbine Community understands that we all come from different backgrounds and just because you’re different whether it be that you’re a punk, a geek, a nerd or one of the popular kids.

 

Some of the norms are to own your actions, accept the consequences. This norm teaches you to be responsible for what you do. Help when ever possible helps students and teachers know and feel comfortable to help some one in need. Embrace inviduality lets everyone feel comfortable to be themselves knowing that they do not have to be fearful of being ridiculed for being different. Practice kindness and consideration if some one you see is having a bad day try to help out or another example is smile and try to converse with everyone around you so that no one feels left out. Another norm is to teach to the norms tactfully and to confront wrongdoers this norm helps every one be informed of how Olde Columbine and its students like to be treated and how we as a school like things to go, also not to just point fingers at other peers if there is a problem handle the problem in a mature way were everyone will feel comfortable and safe. The last norm at Olde Columbine is to strive for knowledge, don’t be afraid to learn and gain new experiences.

          

           The Olde Columbine norms are very useful, they teach not just students but visitors and teachers many lessons that can be used in everyday life. The norms are very beneficial for not only the students but also for the teachers and the school in general. Our norms are what make us as a community stand out against disrespect and discrimination. The norms are what keep our school going helping students and teachers get along and learn not just from teachers but from other fellow students. Olde Columbine understands that we all come from different backgrounds and that we all have different history but instead of looking down at us for being different we are welcomed with warm smiles.

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THE IMPORTANCE OF THE NORMS

    The norms have been around for a very long time and yet they still are symbols of great importance among the people here at Olde columbine.
  • Own your actions. Accept the consequences
  • Help whenever possible
  • Embrace individuality
  • Practice kindness and consideration
  • Teach the norms. Tactfully confront wrongdoers
  • Strive for knowledge

The norms give examples of the proper ways to act and treat people. With it we are able to set up a foundation on which to welcome new people into our community. With out them we wouldn’t be able to keep actions from normal high schools out of our school but with them we are able to so we don’t have so much trouble with the issues and drama that would other wise be here among us today.      To own your actions and accept the consequences is a good norm to remember. Yet it may be one of the hardest norms to follow because most people will be to afraid to come out and own your actions so how would they be able to accept the consequences. Its best to own your actions that way we could help the person fix what ever went wrong. To help people whenever they may need help will help you feel better about yourself while also befriending someone new which will also help anyone feel good about themselves along with the person that you helped feel good about being able to make a new friend just by the who ever helped them helping them out. To embrace others individuality is to embrace the world. No matter where you go or what school you go to everyone is different weather they like to admit it or not. To be different is a wonderful thing in fact its one of the best things in the world.   Practice kindness and consideration is a great thing to do. Sometimes all someone needs is for a stranger to give them a smile. Kindness and consideration also makes someone feel good about themselves and others. Once people started to show me some kindness and consideration I started to grow into the wonderful person that I am now. I now show everyone I meet the same kindness and consideration that I have received here at Olde columbine. I did not get even the slightest bit of kindness at my middle school. We should all teach the norms to everyone even from people out side of Ochs. If everyone knew the norms the world would be a happier place. Tactfully confront wrong doers will better help the people learn to be a better person. People will better decided to actually stop doing what is wrong because they see that they don’t need to cry out for attention. Strive for knowledge so that you can make the best of yourself at all times.

     I try to always follow all the norms because they have brought me so much happiness and I think the norms should be like the Ten Commandments so that everyone follows them. So many people will be a lot happier if they were like the Ten Commandments. The norms are good rules to follow. I think I will teach them to all my friends and family then they can follow the norms as well. I see it here at Olde columbine all the time peoples life changing so much just because of a few norms.

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October 16, 2009

Here are your stories. I'd like you to repost them and

  • Give credit to the artist whose music you used. Please create a hyperlink to the artist's page on ccmixter.  I can help with that if you don't know how. 
  • Give us a teaser: a couple sentences that give us a general idea of what your story's about but that don't completely give it away.
  • Be sure to state who you interviewed in your teaser.
  • Post publicly. I'm itching to start directing folks to your story.

Keywords: community, democracy, interviews, leadership, oral history, public speaking, restorative justice., story

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October 14, 2009

Interview about Restorative Justice and Democracy at Olde Columbine

Music- Hear Me by DJ BLUE (DJBLUE)

Keywords: Democracy, Restorative Justice

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June 10, 2009

Leadowers - I'm spending some time this summer thinking about the leadership class curriculum and I need your help.  I'd like to encourage you to change your settings on your posts in this community - please post publicly.  I certainly can't force you, but you're all very bright writers and I plan link this community to my blog.  That's where I'm developing my thinking about the class. I encourage you to engage my thoughts in the blog and help me develop the class. 

If you're reading this, call everyone you know who's been in leadership or thinks they might want to take it next year.  Spread the word. 

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June 03, 2009

I'm talking with some teachers right now about how to use technology in the classroom and don't think there's anyone in the world with better ideas about that than y'all.  I'd like to beef up Creative Writing with technology.  Here're my goals:

- Share what we're doing with the cyber community.  Seems like workshop is pretty useful but we're kind of selfish about it.  How can we share with teachers, students, parents, principals, professors...

- Document what's happening. Surely this hasn't happened to anyone reading this but at some point, some student has actually misplaced his or her readers responses and had some difficulty with the end-of-quarter reflection.  I know that suprises you, but it's happened:)  This'd help y'all see how you grow as readers and as writers.

- Provide more opportunity to write and get feedback about your writing.  One of the biggest complaints about this class is that y'all don't get to do more than one workshop.  Some of you remember when I tried to move the workshop into the moodle - it was a bit of a disaster.  Do you think there is an online format that would allow you to do a traditional readers response?  

So - if you're paying attention, please give me some feedback.  What ideas do you have that can help me meet these goals?

Oh, and check out this poetry blog.  It's authored by Loveland's alternative poets. 

 

 

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January 21, 2009

the spear of the pain that you caused by being yourself. i can’t stand you being around me. no more please no more. why do you always have to torture me with your presence? i thought i would always be yours. to hold in your arms when i was down. to help me pick myself up if i fell. i guess i was wrong to think that you would always be there. now you tell everyone else that i am horrible. all that ever wanted was for you to be happy and get what you wanted. if i were to say that your happiness was what made me happy would that change anything? i feel sorry that you have lost me as a friend and even more so for the fact that i do not get to see you leave for your dream. yes i remember the one thing you wanted to do. the fact that you wanted to join with the navy and fight for your nation. when i think about life i hope you die while your out there. yet i also hope that you are happy and live life to its fullest. one thing that i hope you remember is how great you are. you even made me laugh on my worst and made my good days shine. how i hope you remember me the way i remember you. goodbye i say one last time as i let you go and drift off into nothingness because without you i found that i do not exist.

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A Bird May Love A Fish...

But Where Would They Live?

Posted by Tyler Ryan @ Community of Writers | 21 comment(s)

Sometimes life is rough. Usually hope is the friend you can count on to get you through things; especially it feels like everyone else has jumped ship. But lately hope has been the enemy. After loss and pain and being left behind by people I care about the pain of hope is greater a burden than accepting the loss.

 I have changed my ways, though some things have stayed the same. Now that I have realized my faults, and the hurt I have caused the people I care about most, I cannot make amends because so few people can see the change. I will not be given another chance. So I have given up hoping for forgiveness and the day when everyone realizes we are all just teenagers and the things we do now are not permanent. I have moved on. Tomorrow is a new day (how cliché is that?) and I am not going to live in the past. Life is pushing, on whether or not I agree that it should. So I might as well pick myself up and follow.

Hope hurts, but its not permanent. Life will get better.

 

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December 09, 2008

This piece was done in my creative writing class as part of our scary stories projects. I did this piece to show that there are events that happen in real life that are scary and that really do happen. Also the thing that inspired me to write something like this that I used to watch the crime T.V. show that showed what the mastermind criminals write down and how they think. It interested me so I wanted to put my mind to the test of writing something like that with fictional people. In this there are a few disturbing things that happen. My teacher knows that I was writing a piece like this and allowed me to do it.

 

Crime T.V. Report

 Warning: These are some of the few journal entries done by a psychotic individual who is currently in prison for the rape and murder of little Lesley Oakborn.    

First entry August 13, 2013:

Watching the girls one by one as they talk about cute boys and going shopping while coming out of school. I pick one out. Her, I choose her the one with the black hair and small round face. Her name does not matter now. I will figure it out soon enough.

 

Second entry October 13, 2013:

Her favorite color is purple. Purple everything, everything including her skirt and her cute shirt with purple and pink hearts on it. I must have her she is so pretty.

 

Third entry October 15, 2013:

Alright her mom drives a brown minivan with dark tinted windows. So after school I am going to trick her into thinking I am a friend of her moms, who just came to pick her up. She will be mine; I just have to wait till 2:30. What time is it now? 11:30 why do I have to wait so long?

 

Fourth entry October 15, 2013:

She is wearing a purple tank top with a big pink teddy bear on the front today along with her little shorts. My, she looks pretty today. I won’t mind taking her today.

 

Fifth entry October 16, 2013:

I have her in my possession. It was so easy she didn’t scream or anything. She really believed until we came up to my house and I put handcuffs on her that I was her mother’s friend. Now that she is tied up and blind folded she is mine to do with as I wish.

 

Sixth entry October 18, 2013:

She is so loud. Why won’t she stop crying? That’s all she ever does. She cried the entire time I touched her and kissed up and down her neck. I asked why she was crying, she wouldn’t answer me. So I took her pants off and did what I had planned on doing from the start.

      Lesley Oakborn’s body was found in the basement of Herald Perison’s house on October 20. After receiving an anonymous tip that some noise, which sounded like some sort of crying or sobbing came from the house. Once the police had a warrant they went and started searching Herald’s house. As they went down into Herald’s basement he followed them very casually. Once the body was visible they could see that she was chained up to a wall with slit wrists and throat. Herald then began ranting, “She wouldn’t shut up when I told her to, so I made her.” Herald was later prosecuted and put in jail for life.

 

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it clouds your mind

you are confounded for an answer why you did this

crippled on your knees

crying you can’t bare to look at your hands

 

fear of who it is

a red liquid substance coats the floor

daring not to look up

you know who is lying there in a messy heap

 

trying not to think about it

trembling in pure regret of what just happened

you let go of the knife

to stand up takes all strength in your body

 

loud sirens blare off in the distance

before walking into your room

you grab your dad’s gun closing the door behind you

praying for forgiveness you point the big black hole at your head

 

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November 11, 2008

Chapter 3

Fire and Water

The Water Kindred treaded closer to the old council hall. Siren was ablaze with emotion. It had been many years since something had made her unsure in her action, but the child she had parted ways with miles back made her unable to think clearly. There were only two persons alive to this day that knew the girls past, and future. Siren was one of them, the other was her father. The girl had a mysterious past, which even she herself did not know. Siren only knew what her mother had told her when she left her in the care of Siren in the village of the water sign. Siren only knew the child had to be protected. She only knew that if any harm befalls on her, something would happen to change the world.*          *          *The night was calm, and the stars were brighter than usual. The planets were all in alignment, and she knew this could be the night of the coming of the girl. Days ago Siren had received word that a child had been born in the Village of Tine. She had heard whispers that the Fire Elder in Tine had foretold a prophecy the hour of the birth, and that the prophecy was meant for the baby girl. The Fire Elemental had a vision that the contract of time would expire with in the child’s lifetime, and it would be up to the child to finish the battle that had been left incomplete so many years ago. The mother of the newborn feared for her child’s life, and had sent word to the village of Adrid that she was unable to care for her child and would be sending it to the care of Siren, who was to raise it as an innocent girl, and to say nothing about the prophecy. Her mother had told the messenger to keep what the prophet Elemental had told her a secret. And only to tell the Village Elder of Adrid that if this prophecy were to come true, the Tine Elder had said it was sure to claim her life. So here Siren stood in the door of her house waiting for this small baby, who had the power to change the world. A slight movement at the gate told her that the messenger with the baby had arrived. As he moved closer, Siren could make out the features of his face, and she was sure she knew him. “Feothan?” she spoke into the night. “Feothan is that you?”“Hush you’ll wake the whole village,” he replied. As he got closer to her stoop she could see the tears that streamed down his face. He would not look at her, but nor would he look at he child in his arms. He stood in front of her, and she could see all the pain in his eyes. He did not explain why it was he who had come, and not the fire village messenger, or even what he had been doing in the fire village, but Siren could guess by his wet cheeks, and the permanent frown on his face. He handed the small bundle that was the baby to her and started to leave. Siren looked down at her and into her green eyes that sparkled and glistened in the moonlight, and back up to where Feothan had stood.“Feothan, I do not condone what you have done,” Siren whispered to him as he walked away towards the gate. “I will keep her safe until the time comes that her destiny will unfold. I expect for you to be the one to tell her the truth, and I expect that you will do it on your own. I cannot say anything; I promised Naomi I would not tell her of the prophecy. It is up to you, and only you.” She knew he could still hear her even though he was no longer in sight. And she knew that when the time came, he would do what he knew to be right.*          *          *The memory of the night Aquarian came to Siren welled in her head, and Siren started to become sure of herself again. The old council hall came into view, just as the sun peaked over the horizon and onto the tall rocks that lingered in the grass as the Kindred exited the wood. Siren knew she had stayed true to what she told Feothan almost seventeen years ago.  She had kept the girl safe and the prophecy a secret.  It was in Feothan’s hands now to tell the girl of who she was, and what she had really been born to do.*          *          *Aquarian and Feothan continued their path in the wood, and sunlight began to peak though the overgrown trees. Aquarian could tell by the silence that now befell them that there was something Feothan was not telling her, and she was trying to find the words to ask him the truth, but the sound of footsteps and the clanking of a staff interrupted her thoughts. She had been looking down at her feet and watching the dirt and smooth pebbles pass her. Her head moved upward to see what had been making the noise. She saw for the first time in her comparatively short life the entire Kindred of Wind Elementals.  Feothan stopped and waited for their paths to cross, before gliding forth and greeting them with a bow and a smile. “The night has passed, and Mennen tells me that the clouds move closer. We are close to Talahm, what is it you wanted to show this human?” An Elemental at the front of the Kin asked. Aquarian was confused. Had the entire kingdom known she had been following Siren? And how did they know she was with Feothan now going to Talahm? “She has a past with me. Siren wanted to show the girl what will happen if the Elementals vanish from Talbarah. That is the meaning of this.” Feothan stood erect, and held his head up high. The girl didn’t know what was going on, but she was soon to find out.*          *          *The Water Kindred marched on closer to the council hall. A sigh of relief exited their mouths as the old vine covered building came into view for the rest of the Kin. Siren slowed down as the long line of Fire Elementals appeared form over the northern hills. Ahead of the procession was a tall dark man. His face was covered in tattoos of fire colored black and purple. The staff he wielded bore the same markings as Feothan’s and Siren’s. They were a burnt orange that faded into sky blue, and the crystal imbedded in the top was clear, like all the staffs of Element. He wore a black robe that covered his body, and his head was almost hidden under the hood. Siren stopped her procession, and waited.   Over the western hill came the Kindred of the Wind Elementals. Hand in hand, Aquarian and Feothan lead them onward. Siren smiled, feeling that the secret she had kept all these long years was off her shoulders. She could tell by Feothan’s dimpled smile, and the way that Aquarian’s bright eyes glistened that he had told her. Told her the truth about her past and the prophecy, and about her mother. In her heart, Siren wished Naomi had been standing beside her, sharing this moment. But in her mind, Siren knew that wherever the girl’s mother was, she was better off not knowing her daughter was soon to be consumed by what the prophecy had foretold, the death of Aquarian.

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October 16, 2008

Note:Hello, this is the second half of chapter 1 and all of chapter 2. Thank you for reviewing, and for any comments you may have.

Moving south, the terrain had gotten steadily rougher as they neared the
base of the mountain. Coming out of the forest, the rocks that jutted up
from the ground seamed to become more jagged, and knife like, and although
the grass had gotten harsher miles ago, the tall thin stalks became scarcer.
Night fall was upon them, but it seamed to the human girl there was no sign
of stopping for the Water Elementals.
 The sun slowly drifted behind the mountain, and then the bleak night
engulfed them. Her feet hurt from the march, but she drove herself onward. A
thought entered her head that made her move faster. Louder her muscles and
frame swore at her. Her pace quickened, her heart raced, and her bones
ached. She must have realized what was happening, and she knew that if she
did not hurry, the vanishing Elementals would disappear soon leaving her in
the dust.
 A council meeting was a once in a life time sight to witness. There would
be at least one Fire and Wind elemental at the hall. And despite what the
legend told, this would be a perfect opportunity to see the Earth Gohn. It
was not an elemental, but rather the descendant of one, mostly human, still
possessing the power to weald a staff of Element.
 Elementals can produce healthy offspring with humans, but most hold their
noses up to the thought of it. Mixing species is not exactly the brightest
idea; one never knows what could result. There are only a few of them,
half-breeds known as a Gohn. They must spend most of their time trying to
blend in with the human side of Talbara since their kind is strictly
unaccepted by the Elemental side. This gathering is one of the few times a
Gohn can have civilized conversation with elementals, and have a voice in
the decisions made by them.
 For a few more long hours, the girl marched on thinking about how exciting
it would be to meet a human elemental. She was so deep in thought that she
almost didn't notice the water Elementals slowing their pace and turning
back into the tree thicket away from the tall grass, sharp rocks, and
mountain mahogany that had become their trail. She followed making sure to
stay somewhat hidden, although she didn't know for sure that the kin of
Elementals would greatly protest her presence. She was convinced the humans
were bound to find out what was happening anyway. The kin stopped suddenly
and another blast of air came rushing through the wood. Ahead of the
procession was Siren, who had her back to the rest of the kin. Stagnant she
stood waiting. The wind began to encircle her, and then it came to a
standstill.
 "I thought you were following us. Feothan." Siren spoke in a confidant
voice. The wind Elemental that had been in Arid gusted into a solid form,
and smiled in a friendly sort of way. There was something different about
him this crossing. He held one of the staffs of Element. It was glass
looking, clear and bore the same harsh markings on the stem that Siren's
staff did, but they were evergreen colored. His long white hair was tied
back in a ponytail, and his skin was so pail if it had been snowing, the
girl would have lost track of his thin body. He was the same age as Siren,
and looked just as young. His features were almost perfect and the way he
moved, even when he stood corporeal, was especially graceful and light, like
the wind. His long white cloak was made out of a thick velvet fabric, and his tan
pants and blouse clung loosely to his body, and rippled in the wind that was passing.
The tall boost on his feet were a dark green color, almost matching his staff.
 "The breeze has been blowing in an odd direction for the past hour or so.
You wouldn't have anything to do with that, would you?" Siren asked.
 "I have been following you," he lowered his airy voice so only siren could
hear his words, "why are you taking the old path towards Talamh, there is no
reason to go there. It is an abandoned village now. Without the earth
Elementals to run the hall the admin couldn't keep order over the humans and
everything fell apart. They all left. The town is empty now, just ruins, you
know this."
 "The child, the one who follows us,"
 "Oh so you did notice,"
 "Yes we've all noticed," siren replied impatiently, "She needs to know. She
has a role yet to play in the council, what it is I'm uncertain, but I have
a feeling, and you know my feelings are never wrong," She straightened up
and stared at Feothan with an expression of knowing. Siren always seems to
have the right answer, or be positive of the outcome of any situation. The
look on her face and the feeling in her heart was sure and confidant, so
Feothan did not question her. After all Siren was one of the oldest and
wisest of all the Elementals.
 "You are wasting time going this path, let me take her, we will move
quicker if its just the two of us," He lowered he voice even more, "she has
a familiar presence to her, an energy similar to Naomi's. Do you think she."
 "I don't know," Siren cut him off, "you guide her, but tell her nothing we
don't need her or someone else knowing. I feel another presence near, I'm
not convinced it should be welcomed with information kept hidden for thus
long. Understand?" Siren's voice cut sharply on her last word. Feothan
nodded to her, and then bowed with respect. Siren returned the gesture and
then the water Elementals began to move again.
 "Child walk with me, I will show you the path from here," Feothan's voice
was no louder than a whisper, but seemed to come from the wind bouncing off
the trees coming from every direction as it echoed through the woods.
The girl realized he was referring to her and stepped out of her hiding
place behind a large leafy bush. She slowly walked closer to the wind
Elemental, and he held out a hand of welcome. His face was unemotional
however, so she did not quite understand the gesture, and paused.
 "What is your name girl?" Feothan spoke in a calm, soft sort of way almost
like a whisper, but louder.
 "Shelia," She spoke in a nervous manner, and didn't know why but this made
her embarrassed so she looked to the ground while her cheeks flushed
brightly. This action made Feothan smile, and he glided closer to her.
 "I meant your sign," He said still smiling friendly.
 "Aquarian," she replied as her face lifted from the ground and gazed at
the Elemental before her. He studied her features for what seamed like a
long time before saying,
 "Heh, I knew your mother."

Chapter 2
Leon's Stronghold
 
 The height of the mountain and the way the moon fell on the towers and
walls of carved rock made the fortress look mysterious, and threatening.
Light shone through windows and cracks in doors onto the side of the
mountain casting eerie shadows on its slope, while sounds of laughter and applause came from the main floor.
 Leon stood on the balcony of his quarters staring off into the distance and
listening to the roar of noise coming from the dinner region. Although the
celebration was in his honor, he felt nausea at the thought of going to join
the party. He let his thoughts wander in and out of focus while trying not
to pay too much attention to the racket from below. The day had been long
and strenuous and he was tired, but the thought of sleep seemed like an old
joke to Leon. He wondered if his father would have approved of his actions
due to the recent loss of his mother, or if he would have told him to put on
a face and join the fun. Sometimes Leon felt so lost without his father's
guidance, and now the pain of losing his mother weighed more heavily on him
as the burden of ruling Talbara passed so quickly into his lap. His family
was vanishing like the Wind Elementals, except they would not return to his sight.
 Too overwhelmed by thoughts of the slow-paced week, he decided to go for a
walk to cool his head. Quietly sneaking out of the fortress, he headed down
the rocky dirt road in darkness. Being of the lion kindred, Leon could see
quite well in the bleak darkness that surrounded him. Having traits similar
to the free-roaming lions served the kindred well in the forest, they could
hear prey or enemies sneaking up, ready to attack, and see the path they
tread when the sun could no longer guide their way.
 It was cold out, and Leon wished he had thought to bring his thick cloak to
keep himself warm, but he figured if he could keep moving fast enough the
air wouldn't seem as chilling. As he walked he listened to the song of the
nocturnal forest. Exotic animals rarely seen in daylight scurried about,
while birds who kept Leon awake at the fortress when night fell were louder
here, and their song seemed more obnoxious than ever.
 Leon's mother was a gentle sort of woman who had love for the forest on the
slope of Brink, and when Leon was a boy she would take him walking through
it. They would laugh at the funny insects and odd creatures they would
happen upon as she gave him lessons about Talbara. But the world he knew
seemed to disappear when it was just the two of them, and everything was
knew. Once Leon almost stepped on a walking stick bug thinking it was just
another twig in the road. His mother screamed at him telling him not
everything it as it seems and he should be more wary of where he let his
foot fall.
 The fond memories that flooded his overwhelmed mind gave him a moment of
peace. As if the world did not exist, and it was just Leon, alone in the
forest with his Mother again.
 The peacefulness was broken when out of the corner of his eye Leon could see
a large figure on the path. A human wouldn't have been able to hear their
voices over the sound of the night, but Leon could hear them quite clearly.
 "She was a beautiful woman, your mother. I had not been told that she had
any children before she died," Feothan's voice was distant although he was
drawing very near.
 "Truthfully I didn't know her very well. She died when I was four, and the
village elders raised me after that. I asked about her constantly, but no
one seemed extremely interested in telling to me about her." Aquarian had a
much more distinct voice than her companion, although she looked so timid
and small. She was a young little thing, barely old enough to call herself a
woman.
 The finery Leon was accustomed to made him cringe at the sight of the
girl's appearance. The raggedy scraps of cloth she wore had been poorly sewn
together to create a very makeshift dress, while her dark brown hair was
knotted and askew to create a sort of mad look about her. The cloak that was
draped across her shoulders was torn and old, but the cloth, Leon could
tell, had been quite a catch in its prime. The smooth pale face of the girl
was covered in dirt smudges. Leon thought she would have been quite a
beautiful girl had she been cleaned up, and then she looked up and her eyes
gave her away. The sort of green eyes he had heard stories of Earth
Elementals possessing. The green was so bright, and had a mystical quality
about it that made her now seem not dirty, but mysterious. She walked
quickly, and her companion, he could tell, set the pace. They neared the
bend where Leon stood, and he concealed himself behind a tree. The dark
night would have hidden him well enough if the girl's companion didn't have
a lantern.
 As they stepped in front of Leon, he saw the light the man carried was not
a lantern, but a staff of Element. The crystal imbedded in the top of the
staff was aglow, and set off quite a bit of light. They moved past, and Leon
decided to follow them. Wind Elementals hardly ever come this close to the
fortress, and they are it is even rarer to see them with humans.
 After the rise of the Lion Kindred, the Elementals went quietly into the
villages. They became known as the village elders, and governed the towns
like mayors. Elementals were old and wise, and the humans knew enough not to
protest their power. After time past however, they slowly started to lose
their power over the humans, and had to settle as towns' people. Humans
accepted the Elementals as just another person in the village, but the
Elementals still had power in their staffs, and even though they recognized
this new place in life, they envied the old ways.
 Leon crept quietly following the two strangers, curious to learn more about
the arcane maiden. He darted swiftly form trees to overgrown shrubbery and
ferns, careful to stay hidden from the soft glow of the Elemental's staff.
"It seems silly of me to ask now, but how did you know my Mother?"
Aquarian's face was lit with interest. Her eyes looked to Feothan, and bored
into him. It wasn't the type of stair that sends shivers up one's spine and
makes one want to run and hide from those eyes. It was a stair that looked
into Feothan's soul, that made him feel safe and as though he had known this
young girl all his life.
 "I met her a long time ago, she was probably just a little older than you,"
he smiled, and held his head high as if he was looking into his past and
could see happy memories in the stage of darkness that surrounded them, "she
had been lost for hours probably, and the sun had been set for a while. I
didn't sleep much in those days, and had been wandering in the forest near
Seithe, the wind village. I could hear her crying through the wind. I went
to her, and took her back to the Village. She said she had been looking for
a man who had told her about an old contract, one that could be used against
the Superiors."
 Leon stopped dead in his tracks; he didn't care if the staff revealed his
presence. That contract was well known to the royal Family of the Lion
Kindred. His father, Superior Ragoth, had told Leon about it as a child, and
he knew that if humans had knowledge of it, the entire kingdom of Talbara
could fall apart.

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October 14, 2008

Shallow breathing can't be heard through all the screaming.  Insanity pleads in those eyes glanceing down at a mangled clump of meat, or child if you wish.  They've never been people to him.

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October 07, 2008

Note: Ok so I decided to break it down since I was not getting any comments. This is half of chapter 1, and the forward, which isnt that long, but it is still more than most people like to read. Even if you read just the forward, I would appreciate any feedback you have to offer... Eg: I liked this part, I didnt like this, it would be better if you said this instead of this, or any facts you have to offer about the setting (yea I know it is fiction, but there is alot about Elementals on the web from Greek Mythology).

>Forward<
Who heals the earth when fire destroys it?
I do.
Who gives life to a seedling brand new?
I do.
Who caused the contract of time to appear?
I did.
Who hides in wait for a lion to draw near?
I do.
I am the last of a race thought extinct
  And I come reborn when white snow falls on Brink
It has been a legend for many thousands of years that a child of the earth
waits in hiding for a superior to come. And that we will only see her when
snow covers the mountain, Brink. The legend has been told to the children of
the villages as a bed time story for as long as it has been alive. Mostly
children pass it off as myth and fantasy, because they know there hasn't
been a single snowflake on that mountain since before the superiors rose up
and took charge of the land.
  It happened in a great battle in ancient times that the people of the lion
kindred challenged the Elementals for the right to superiority. The war
lasted for three hundred years. The lion kindred battled the elements and
every last strength the Elementals could conjure. Then finally, after almost
all the Elementals had been destroyed, the fighting ceased, and the lions
arose as the superiors. No answer had been given to man as to why the war
ended. It was as though a piece of the story had been left out, or hidden.
Some of the villagers assumed the Elementals had become too weak, and didn't
want to risk extinction so they surrendered. Others think it has something
to do with why there are no longer any Earth elementals, so to speak. But
what ever the reason, the Lion kindred now rule the kingdom of Talbara, and
the Elementals, controllers of wind, fire, earth, and water, have become as
inferior as the humans…
Chapter 1
Down by the Water's Shore
 Nestled in the soft grass on the bank of Still Waters, the village of Arid
stands much the same as it has for hundreds of years. The children of the
water sign play peacefully in the streets as the market of trade transpires
every morning, and the busy villagers move briskly about from isle to isle
browsing the stock.
 Beyond tents and tapestries, herbs in bunches, and women calling, "fresh
fish for sale!", or, "Shells caught this morning!" an old woman sits holding
a staff of great beauty. The long, white stem is covered in harsh blue
carvings while the tip is embellished with jewels of solid clear water. The
hands wrapped around it are smooth and supple, not the hands one would
expect to see on such an ancient body, although nothing about her looks old.
The features of her face are young and soft, and her pale blue skin has a
reflective quality about it that makes her look as though she just stepped
out of the nearby ocean. The long garment she wears is velvety and dark
concealed behind a deep blue veil of gossamer wrapping her loosely. Long
silver hair drapes over her shoulders, and down into her lap, resting in
little swirls that would remind one of waves on a shore. Her thin frame sits
tall and unmoving, while her black eye glint slowly back and forward seeing
all before her, and taking in the action.
 Commotion arises from the gate, and the way the other Water Elementals
react she first thinks there must be a superior at the entrance. Fleetingly,
a strong gust of wind comes about and there before her is the bent figure of
a seemingly young man. He seams almost transparent, disappearing entirely in
places and then reappearing rapidly. Just as suddenly as the wind had
started, it stops, and he becomes corporeal. He is a Wind Elemental.
 "Siren," He spoke softly as if he was telling a secret he didn't want the
people of the village, who were all intently staring (some with confusion),
to hear, "Siren, the wind has changed, and clouds from the north roll in
fast. Storm clouds. Its time."
 "Clouds have come from the north before; they always disappear before they
reach the Fire village." Siren, the Water Elemental spoke with certainty.
He stands straight, and replies "They have past the boundaries; they
darken as they move towards the range. You know what is happening, the
council must reconvene."
 "It is time then. All these years of waiting and it happens on the spring
equinox," She smiles lightheartedly.
 "It is the day of renewing life, it would make sense," He smiles back. Then
with nothing more than a wink, the Wind Elemental disappears back through
the gate with a great gust of wind, making many a market chicken flit and
flutter with excitement. The gate closes and the people of the water sign
stand with eyes wide and faces of curiosity pointing at Siren.
 She stands up slowly, and searches the crowd for other Water Elementals.
Then like the crash of a wave her song rings out:
 "Come away with me water of sea. The council on land has reconvened."
 With that the Water Elementals swiftly vanishes through the gate, leaving
the human villagers stunned, and excited. Not knowing what is happening,
they start to whisper. Only one girl had been close enough to hear the
conversation between the Wind Elemental and Siren. And while everybody is
busy discussing the commotion, and what they had just seen this young,
human, girl slips through the gate unnoticed, and follows the trail of
disturbed ground left behind by the quickly disappearing Elementals. She
doesn't know why, but something seamed familiar about the energy in the air,
and the feeling of desperation brought on by the stressed face of her
village leader.
   

Keywords: english credit novel, fiction Novel, The Brink of Existence

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May 12, 2008

Devour entire civilizations in one sweaty palm of American greed.  Infants crawling bleeding from eye sockets vomiting rotten injustice screaming please mommy just one more needle full of dope.  Inconsistent anti resistance government raping the corpses of “the people”, one nation under god as our sadist leader, unbelievable this is the truth we ---- -- ---- off invisible omnipotent entities  , rephrase rename every obscenity to stifle the cry of (no) freedom of speech, as we teach each aborted fetus of this diseased reality by never giving them a chance, coat hangers coax future Picassos and Rembrandts  in shredded clumps out of crack whores all because daddy was just 50 $ and were all worth half an eight ball these days, or so the pusher man says.

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April 30, 2008

I am EVIL.

The dark prince reincarnate.

the whisper leading you to take another hit,

another life.

This is the scream of an abusive drunk

playing the piano with a little girls face

crush, crush, blood spills

i am that sick crimson

when it dances on your blade

i can taste the hate

i breathe this hate

as you peal flesh from your face

crying out for someone to save you

i am the thought that casts you too deep down the rabbit whole

to an abyss, that, in truth

is less scary then living in my mind.

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They called you strong

You called me weak

They said you're tough

You said I'm meek

But you wont cry In ront of me

You show no pain Or empathy

You put up walls You push away

You wont say help Or say please stay

You look at me You say you're fine

But I can see I'm not blind

Your smile is fake And so is your laugh

You look through me You look right past

You cant say now I need you

If you think its wrong When I do

So dont come near Dont look right past

Dont smile at me Or fake your laugh

They called you strong

I call you weak

They said your though

I say you're meek

'cause you wont cry In front of me

You show no pain, No empathy...

Keywords: Fake

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