Oliana Lander - with a little more

She woke up in the middle of a field. Her bed was gone, and of course her room. Her neck was sore. She was alone in her pajamas without shoes, food or money. She wanted to scream, and she did. , After birds flew into the air nature quieted itself for a while, but nothing much happened. She stood up and took a few steps and then froze, as something shiny appeared where her foot was about to fall. Stepping back she picked it up. It was a simple blade elegantly craved. Looking around more she realized that it had been laying in bones. She wanted to scream again. Bits of old clothe had survived, but mostly it was just bones. She noticed something else there was shinny a pile of gold and silver, which without hesitation she stuffed into my pajama pockets.

My name is Oliana Lander. I am a teenage girl who has no idea how she ended up hopping around in a field in kitty cat pajamas trying to avoid stepping on anything that hurts. If you could help me about now I would really apreatiate it, my tummy is beginning to complain and I am thirsty. Most importantly I am Bipolar, and if I do not get my medication I will be in a sad state. I have no idea what I am doing or where I am going. Please. Please. Help me.

Oliana crawled up into a ball that night, and cried silently about her greatest fear, not taking her medication. She had had a dream once that taking away her medication was the worse thing that anyone could do to her. She wondered how many days she would have before she went into withdrawal.

When she woke up there was a stag that seemed to be kissing her. He was on the ground next to her. She rubbed his nose, and he ran off into the distance. Funny dream. She feel back asleep, when she woke up there was a pair of shoes on her feet. She smiled wearily wishing that they were medication, and then she noticed the boxes, engraved on each bronze box was a name of her medication, and when she opened them up there they were. A roll of parchment was sealed beside them beside a bag that looked much like a book bag. The seal was a pair of Antlers interlocking. She broke the seal. Upon the parchment was written, “I could only bring what you already owned. Sorry.”

The sound of dogs barking soared across the field. The next minute they came stumbling across the field. A boy riding a horse was chasing after the dogs. They were coming her direction. Oliana stuffed the bronze boxes into the book bag and throw it on her back. “Help!” She cried out to the boy and she ran in his towards the horse. It wasn’t long before she had an apple in her hand. As it turns out it wasn’t a boy, but a grown man who looked something like a creature in a book she had read as a child, “The Hobbit.” The man was talking passionately about his hunt. He had tracked a stag to this spot.

The wind washed over her with the speed of a river. She looked up and saw a cloud shaped in the form of a stag, but when she looked closer she saw a man. “… and I can just feel how he would taste cooked properly.” Oliana regained focus, and asked, “Could I come with you? I am lost and I do not know where to go.” The Hobbit babbled for a minute, “Well. I. Umm. You see. I am on the hunt. There is a river that way, and a bridge that leads to Elven country.” He pointed southeast. “Here, let me give you this.” He walked over to his supplies, and pulled out some bread, and cheese, and then rustled around in his a bit until he pulled out a net. “Here is some food, and a net for when you get near the river. It is best to stay away from human territory for a while because of the war. Well, I guess you know that and that must have been what brought you out here.” Oliana said, “No not really. I have no idea where I am. I was in bed and I woke up here.” “Oh, is that so.” Said the Hobbit, “Well I best get back to the hunt. Good luck to you.” “Wait. What is your name?” “I am Orion. The Great Hunter, and you Miss.” “Oliana.” “Oliana, why is it that you are adorned with cats? Are you like those Goblins of Sand that wear jewelry of all sorts of cats stolen from the humans of ancient times?” “No. I just happened to have cat pajamas, I don’t know anything about Goblins.” “Well with the direction you were going it was only a matter of time until you found out. Go towards the river. See if you can get some nice Elf to take you in as a refuge of war. They will give you hard work to do, but it will be good clean work. Bye.” The hobbit like man very skillfully managed to get from the ground to the top of his horse, and he left.

Oliana felt a pit in her stomach from the moment that Orion had mentioned a war, it redoubled now that she was alone. She stuffed the net, and food into her Backpack and decided; not wanting to figure out what a Goblin was, to go the direction that Orion had advised. So she walked, more grateful then she ever had been to have shoes on her feet, and food in her belly. One day without food can drain a person’s energy a lot. So she decided to walk slowly all the while wondering what kind of war were the humans in.

Time went by, and her feet had blisters still she walked, after four days had pasted when she was all out of cheese and bread she finally made it to the river and was in the process of trying to figure out how to catch fish with a net when she heard a human yelling, “Ok, men lets camp here.” Thinking about the war, she automatically took cover behind a rock.

“Set up the tent.” A horse passed closely to the rook. The rider was the yeller. No longer yelling he was talking to what looked like his correspondent, and he said, “Being the mother Elf to me. If we cannot get the answers out of her we will have to threaten the life of the little Elf.” “Helmet Head, You are going to let me kill them both after the questioning won’t you?” said a woman with a silky voice that made Oliana shiver. “My name is Kennedi. Remember that or I will set the prisoners free myself. As for the two prisoners I don’t expect them to know anything. It is bad luck for them that we happened to come across them. Yes Malvina, you can cut them up with that Elven blade to your hearts content” “Good. I cannot decide who to cut up first, usually when we pick up a parent and child I always kill the child first to make the parent suffer through their child’s death, but lately I have been unsure that the parents really do suffer any more then the child would. I will bring the prisoners to your tent when we are settled.”

Oliana Lander

I woke up in the middle of a field. My bed was gone, and of course my room. My neck was sore. I was alone in my pajamas without shoes, food or money. I wanted to scream, and I did. Nature quieted itself for a while, after birds flew into the air, but nothing much happened. I stood up and took a few steps and then froze, as something shiny appeared where my foot was about to fall. Stepping back I picked it up. It was a simple blade elegantly craved. Looking around more I realized that I had been laying in bones. I wanted to scream again. Bits of old clothe had survived, but mostly it was just bones. I noticed something else there was shinny a pile of gold and silver, which without hesitation I stuffed into my pajama pockets.

My name is Oliana Lander. I am a teenage girl who has no idea how I ended up hopping around in a field in kitty cat pajamas trying to avoid stepping on anything that hurts. If you could help me about now I would really appreciate it, my tummy is beginning to complain and I am thirsty. Most importantly I am Bipolar, and if I do not get my medication I will be in a sad state. I have no idea what I am doing or where I am going. Please. Please. Help me.

Oliana crawled up into a ball that night, and cried silently about her greatest fear, not taking her medication. She had had a dream once that taking away her medication was the worse thing that anyone could do to her. She wondered how many days she would have before she went into withdrawal.

When she woke up there was a stag that seemed to be kissing her. He was on the ground next to her. She rubbed his nose, and he ran off into the distance. Funny dream. She feel back asleep, when she woke up there was a pair of shoes on her feet. She smiled wearily wishing that they were medication, and then she noticed the boxes, engraved on each bronze box was a name of her medication, and when she opened them up there they were. A roll of parchment was sealed beside them beside a bag that looked much like a book bag. The seal was a pair of Antlers interlocking. She broke the seal. Upon the parchment was written, “I could only bring what you already owned. Sorry.”

The sound of dogs barking soared across the field. The next minute they came stumbling across the field. A boy riding a horse was chasing after the dogs. They were coming her direction.

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The fisherman...(good luck understanding this one)

“This morning I was awoken by an annoying rumbling. Apparently my insides are filled with gears, and this makes a lot of noise. I did some reading, and discovered that I must go to a certain location and wait for the fish to come. When the fish comes I will be able to stop the gears from moving. How does one wait for fish? Well, I am specially equipped to wait for fish because I am a fish man. A fish man gets a stick, a wood boat, and sits until the fish comes. The fish sometimes takes a long time to come. Once it does I match the different kinds of catch with the pictures in my book, and prepare the fish as it instructs. I do not like waiting for the fish to come. That noise! Is it the fish coming?” A young man walks into the bathroom, glances at the woman sitting on a wooden stool in water filled bathtub, holding a twig in her hand. He throws down his bag, pulls a book out of this pocket, and writes, “Followed the map, and hid the loot by the tree in the pond.” “I love watching the fish sit down, and wait for me as I had to wait for him. After I take the catch he will climb into the pond, but first he will wait for me to leave. Now I must make a note in my book, “The fish has come to the pond”, and then I must follow this map to the campfire. It says I must go through this opening, past the sleeping place, down the hill, and through this opening to… yes, this is the place. Now to match the catch with the pictures, this round orange fish does not need any preparation, but the books says this red squishy thing does... What is that sound? I must check my book… while preparing the catch the fish drains the pond and replaces it with new water. That doesn’t seem so smart. Ah, here comes the fish again, he is just sitting there watching me. I will forget about him, for the catch is ready, and I cannot stand the sound of the gears anymore. As soon as I started eating, he started eating some of my catch. Why, is he doing this? What does the book say…let the fish eat, or else he gets very noisy. I do not like noise. It hurts my ears… I like watching the fish make water magically appear. He takes the camp ware and makes bubbly water in that silver thing over there. My book tells me I need to move my boat, and get in the pond making bubbles also. But I will watch him create water for a while longer.

The Temples Under the Mountain (with more added on)

Our young warrior came across the Mountain. The whole Mountain was craved into a giant temple for the Sun god that had been cast away in Egypt so long ago. The middle of the Mountain was in fact a great void; everything was craved out except for supports that looked like something between the Jewish Star of David with the weavings of a Celtic Cross around it. As the sun moved across the shy it would first leave a shadow on one side of the Mountain and then on the other. At the base of the Mountain on both sides were temples one for the morning, and another for the evening.

The warrior had been sent from Egypt as a spy to gather information on how to destroy the last of the followers of the Sun god who had fled chased by chariots of doom in the chaos of King Tut’s early reign. How they had obtained such symbolism and power over the Mountain was yet known, but the warrior wanted to see how the Mountain would fall.

A young monk ran barefoot across the stone road. He held a white rose in his hand, and a pole hang over his shoulder on which hang a little pouch filled with Starfish. A dog ran at his side biting at his foot as he ran off the road. He hopped to the top of a small hill to get a better look at a man coming down the road.

The monk laughed at how little the man was wearing, just linen clothe that barely covered anything. The man’s chest was bare and strong; his legs were like a tigers. In his hands was a rope, which he used to guide a travelers horse, which was packed full. At his side was a craved sword, and the man had an air about him that made the monk feel that only a fool would try to steal from this man.

A smile crept across the monks face as he realized that after leaving the Monastery of Jumping Cats, he just might be enough of a fool to try it. First he would have to gain trust, and see if the man had anything worth the risk.

“Sir, by Horus I beg you to assist me to getting into Upton, the Village at the top of the Mountain where great magic and riches await anyone who is brave enough to climb the mountain.” Said the monk leaping with the grace of a mountain ram onto the road. “I would go there myself, as I am used to mountain paths, but this mountain is filled with Birds of Aideen. I see you have a sword, and you walk like a warrior perhaps you could fight these Birds of Flame.” The warrior’s mouth thinned.

The monk continued, “My name is Nen. I am well trained in dealing with cats. If we were to run into a tiger I would have it jumping through hoops and catching dinner for us in not time. You do like fresh meat don’t you?” The warrior’s mouth tightened even more.

“There are great secrets up there. I have heard there is a book that tells you how to use the Stonehenge, your right I have no idea what the Stonehenge is, don’t you want to find out.” The warrior started to tend to his horse rubbing his nose while his eyes dug deeply into Nen’s.

“There is some sort of ship called an arc that you can see if you look really closely. It is made of wood, we people down here think, yet it never rots. It said that two of every kind of creature landed on that mountain, and some never left it.” The warrior started to check his horse’s teeth.

”Come on all the wonders of this world are on top of that mountain, and you will not even face the fire to go and see it. Do I smell or something?”

The warrior answered the monk, “You have no sandals.”

A Tale of a Unicorn

I was out at Leila Arboretum today when I came across a two-legged unicorn. Where its first two legs normally were there was instead a pair of wings. Imagine the amount of wingspan was needed to lift up a horse. It is for this reason that unicorns are so much skinner then horses, and even than it was wondrous to gaze at that wingspan.

It stood on its two legs walking almost like a human. It was silvery white and glistened. It was like moonlight walking in the morning sun. I wasn’t quite sure that it could actually fly, but there is something a little magical about unicorns. I figured that if any horse could fly this would be it. Otherwise it would all be a lot of show for nothing.

It was one of those moments where you wish you had brought your camera, even if unicorns are overpopulating Michigan at the moment, I had never heard of a winged one. While most unicorns move with the speed and grace of a deer, this one was unsure of itself on the ground. Every now and then it would bind over onto all fours (wings used like legs) to get eat something off the ground. A number of times doing this it fell over wings flapping like penned up a chicken.

I stayed there waiting for it to fly. It got boring after a while and I started to watch the ants coming in and out of a mound on the ground. I found some clover and ate a bite. If potatoes are an Irish food what are clovers? I imagine there is no food more Irish. I heard once that its like catnip to The Leprechauns. The reason that I was able to find it on the ground at all (it sells like gold in the old country) is the laws against exporting it.

You see the government wants this country as far away from The Leprechauns as possible. Its specism it is. The world is afraid that because Leprechauns can make gold so they might destroy the economy, which is based on gold. It is therefore illegal for anyone to have any dealings with Ireland, which is the only place on this world where The Leprechauns are allowed to live.

Of course there are corks out there that grow clover and sneak it into Ireland, but I think you have heard enough about this topic. It is after all a horrible mark on the world. Lets talk about dandelions and butterflies instead. Dandelions make the very best ice cream, mixed with other lawn clippings of course.

Nothing smells quite like a fresh morning day other then Lawn Silk put it on and you will smell like dew on recently mowed grass.

Anyway, I am sure that you are wondering what has happened with the unicorn well I am wondering that too. You see… I don’t see it anymore. Somewhere between eating clover and rolling in the grass it disappeared. I’m sorry.

Tale of a monster

Upon the ocean dropped the red scales, ivory claws each the size of an elephants tusks, the wipe-like tail that could be used to create deafening thunder to mark territory, and teeth? No teeth, just a detachable jaw that could be use to shallow whales whole. Fire? No real fire, just the fire of rage. A creature so horrible did not need fire.

Normally it would glide into the oceans wings drawn into a the form of a craved “V,” but today it fell without grace its gills closed up, unable to open, its lungs eaten away by rat poison.

The King of the Air, Land and Ocean, bought down by a trick used on one of the lower creatures.

“We should bring all the ships in the world and fish it out. The poison will pass into the water poisoning the whole ocean. What was that fool thinking?” said George. “I think it’s too late, by the time we get enough ships that monster will be too deep for anything we can build to reach.” said Jen, “We best enjoy our last taste of unconsummated fish while we can.”

Reimage - a fantasy in its making

A rose twisted into sight, it went from bud to full flower in seconds, rich velvet colors flowed through the rose. It was carefully cupped in two hands. A man in long teal silk robes that were highly embroidered with the leaves of an olive tree stood by a cart overgrown flowers. A festival filled with plants, fish, metal, and glass.

“Want to learn how to make a daisy, little ones?” the man asked a group of young children. A child came out of the group. She was tall for her age; she had a little stuffed cheetah under her arms. Even though she had ventured forth she was still uneasy. It was clear that she had been goateed into this. The man spread his arms in welcoming as he smoothly stated, “Hello, as a representative of the city of Reimage I will gladly aid you in making a daisy, so that with practice you will be able to make one on your own someday.

A pair of adults walked past within hearing of the children in the back of the crowd one muttered to another. “Its just a trick to see how powerful she is, if she is outstanding she will be forced to go to the capital to live with the upper class.” The other adult nodded, “They’re trying to steal all our power, and bred more powerful children in the process. It’s sick, really.”

The representative spoke loudly to the child so all could hear. “It takes a great amount of control to make a flower. Among the hardest to make is the rose, and the easiest is the Daisy, but do not be fouled into thinking it is easy. Let me guide the power within you so that you can feel what it is like. Who knows maybe someday when I am older you will be guiding me.”
The silk robed man showed the girl how to cup her hands and cupped his by hers so that a big bowl was formed.

The man opened his mouth and said, “Close your eyes now and think of a single string suspended in the air. Take this string and weave it in with others. Breathe in deeply. Think of the colors of a flower. What colors go into a flower? Blue for water, Yellow for Sun, Green for Earth. Remember be gentle do not weave the strings too tight you need to leave space for air to get through so that the flower can breathe. Open your eyes and smile.”

As the child opened her eyes she found a pile of yellow daisies, each one perfect. The man in silk asked the crowd of children, “Would you like to hear about the powers and how they came to be? I realize that you don’t take time to learn history in this part of the world so maybe you would like to hear a little mythology… To be honest I will continue to talk even if I were talking to a wall, because I like our mythology so much. ”

“There was a time before the Blue powered people who swim like mermaids in the sea existed. The only knowledge of them was through stories that were kind of like psychic predictions. A time before the Elves had to tame the anger of the trees. A time before the first human with wings cracked out of its egg. A time before the Red powered people walked through fire, or the Yellow powered people lit dark tunnels to fill them with life.

In this time things ran on a thing called carbon. It was a strange time. The trees were calm instead of attacking those they do not like. They had an entire ecosystem that did not depend on humans to make rain, light, growth, and warmth. This valley we are in right now is only this green because of the run off water from the Winged man nest in the mountains. That is the only reason this farming community can survive without a strong Blue powered population.

Anyway, in mythological times magic was a novelty. I suppose they would call our powers magic. It must have been a boring time, with so little difference between all the people. It wasn’t like one person has fins and the other wings, but that they both have legs. Still despite their similarities there was great terminal. I suppose I have rambled along enough. I am glad that you gave a chance and listened.”

“Hey, Cheetah.” A short brown haired girl stood hands on her hips. “Want to come with us as we break into the top secret area of the powers storehouse to look up how to make some old love potions from gypsies? I’ve got my eyes on an elf in the woods. You know the tall one with twigs in his hair.”

“Carmelite, don’t they all have twigs in their hair, they spend all their time in the forest, who knows when they did their last grooming. It’s a wonder that they don’t stink.” Stated a slender boy with blue eyes.

That is all for now… what do you think?

Florida-Harry Potter

I went to the Everglades today (A while ago now). My Mother has a pass so we can get in for free. So we felt free to go there and only walk half a mile. I wasn’t attacked by anything, and saw a few birds. I did, however, see two alligators. Yesterday, (A while ago now) I went to see Hemingway’s house afterwards I was inspired to try to write a book. Something I have tried before.

I’ve told myself many summers I would write a book this time around. I said that this year I am going to do something productive with my time, I will be healthy, I will teach myself how to play the piano, etc. I always ended up in front of the television in the end.

I do not watch television much anymore. I find it boring. This is a sad, sad thing. Because I have to find other ways to entertain myself, but I cannot, so in the end I just sleeping.

I made a point to start writing a book on the very night that the last Harry Potter book came out. It was my way of celebrating. It was also for good luck. I am in no shape to write a novel at the moment. I think I would start with short stories, and work on up, but I still took the first step toward novel-dom.

I stopped to asked myself do I really want to write another fantasy book? What good will come of it. What will be learned. Will it be just another good wins over evil books? We have all read or seen that. So what would the point of it be?

I am thinking of going to Florida next summer. There are so many jobs everywhere. I wouldn’t have to create make up jobs like selling stuff on eBay. The whole trip expanded my view of the world. It was like saying, yeah you could stick by your family in Ann Arbor, or you could move somewhere with better jobs, and better weather. Will you forsake Michigan, like so many have done before you? Or will you remain loyal to your home.

Space, and cells

The ocean rippled like a piddle hit by a rock. The splash was so great that the creatures of the water were washed up miles beyond the shore. It is too sad to think of the earthquakes, other disasters that happened on land, it is safe to say that life had to start all over again.

What would the world look like this time, did the earth have the ability to hold life and flourish once again or was it going to be an empty shell.

Would all the life in the world escape into space through the hole left by the rock. Space the great nothingness of being. Life escaping to from balls of energy, which attract matter to form other big rocks.

You see space and everything in it is all a part of a great big cell that divides over and over again. Each division is like the big bang of life.

We as people are a natural part of this cell; I don’t know exactly what part. If we find a way to exit our cell's natural death, and move to a new cell we can became one of two things: a cancer or a viruses. Which we become depends on the technology we invent.

It is much better to become a viruses then a cancer, because one only impacts one body whereas the other can expand to many, and even become beneficial to an organism.

Do not be upset that we will be hurting another beings life to live, but look at it from a certain kind of ethical point of view, benefiting only one life, verses allow zillions of human lives (much more than zillions) to live and be happy.

Right now, we impact the tiniest part of a cell, but we are growing. It is only a matter of time before we take the next giant leap for man/woman kind, and each step after that will increase our standard of life tenfold. I heard once that it would take three hundred slaves in ancient times to have the same standard of life we have to day.

So do you think we will ever make it to the viruses stage?

Roar

Today a red dragon ate its own tail due depression. Dragons are too well armored to kill themselves by sword, or fall, and their blood burns away any poison.

Dragons are miserable creatures that one by one try to eat themselves until all that is left are rings of fire. Fire that burns into the earth and emits molten rock until a mound is formed, and that mound is called a volcano.

When the dragon catches a cold it coughs and whizzes and heats up. The earth quacks at its movement, and the rock cracks in the heat. The stone softens and oozes. And boy does it ever get hot. It is a sad thing when a dragon catches a cold.

I just have to start writing somewhere so a start with something random and continue on from there.

I just finished a Tarot reading. I cannot decide whether I should be selling readings., Does the selling part devalue my cards? This is something I want to share with my friends and I just started selling on EBay for practice. SIGH…perhaps my cards like me selling readings. It is what people have been doing for hundreds of years.

Card for the July 11, 2007

Here the Waiter is carrying such a heavy load of Ten Whole Breadsticks that he trips. It is because the day is so busy with customers jumping out from the plants, and woodworks. He has been working over time for over a long time and he has forgotten what it is like to get a good rest, and if he keeps on pushing himself he will have to pay the piper, you know that bus boy who always goes out for a pipe of tobacco, but everyone know he is secretly a doctor and not just any doctor, it is from his mind that millions of male enhancement drugs emerged.

Anyway, remember not to work yourself to hard, take time to be healthy, happy, and a hell of a kisser.