Gaea Dreams: Summer Days

Gaea Dreams
Chapter 1 : Summer Days
(part 1)

Summary: Friday wished nothing more than to make the most of his last few weeks of summer vacation. But when a stranger is discovered on his lawn, Friday knew things weren't going to be the same, for better or worse.

Profile of Justice2Believe, August 22

I had that dream again. That dream that seems to be a swirl of shapes and colors, which images that I cannot recall. All the same, I woke up drenched in sweat, the sheets wrapped around my legs like seaweed, my heart beating fast against my chest, and the chilling string of dread lingered in the back of my mind.

But hey, that was almost an hour ago, and here I am, telling you how I feel. Evidently, spilling my guts on my lap, (Pardon the pun. Lap. Laptop. Get it?) makes me feel better, but nowadays, it seems like I’m just constantly writing about the same nonsense. Dream this, dream that.

Heck, I can’t even remember what the dream was about! I should be more worried about summer vacation ending, and catching up on all the slacking off I’ve been intending to do. Which reminds me that I still need to finish that summer book report and that soon, I’ll be a sophomore in high school. I don’t know why all I concern myself with these days are dreams and no doubt, a figment of my imagination. But my head is throbbing, and I can barely focus my eyes on the computer screen. I don’t even know what time it is, let alone if I’ll be able to read this pathetic excuse of an entry later.

But that’s why spell-check is one of man’s greatest creations. That, along with Russian tea. God, now I know how Russians withstand such terrible winters, their tea is magic.

More later on,

Friday

He couldn’t see the ocean from where he was. Then again, it wasn’t that he minded in the first place. It was a simple fact, however, that the view of suburban homes wasn’t the best source of inspiration compared to ocean waters. It was almost a curse that he lived in a shallow valley, with only a couple of hills blocking the view to the west. It was a shame, but he figured that it didn’t matter in the end. They were probably too far away from the bay to feel the ocean breeze, anyway.

He seated himself upon the greased-caked cement steps just outside the arcade entrance behind him. A dank neon sign illuminated the front of the arcade with barely enough light to surpass the flame of a candle. Overgrown bushes lined in a messy pattern around the front entrance with a single footpath. It was fortunate that the smell street gas and smog couldn’t pass by the tall hedges. A small tree on the sidewalk was too small to veil the building from the world, but it was large enough to block the light from a nearby streetlamp. The sky overhead consists of a grey and dark blue hue, as nighttime approached rapidly, as it always does this time of the year.

Friday Madison sat waiting patiently with his laptop open on his knees, his eyes glued to a blank computer screen. His left foot thumped along with the music that play softly from his laptop, while not being overly loud to disturb anyone, but enough to challenge the collection of noises that the machines made inside. His fingers hovered over the printed letters, but stayed still as stone. A blinking, black digit stood vertical on his screen, but didn’t move the slightest bit, awaiting commands that would never come. Friday had no intention to type. The idea of starting on his summer book report sounded nice at the beginning, but by the time he got out his laptop, turned it on, and opened the program, the idea fell faster than Wilde Coyote whenever he jumped off a cliff.

The boy waited for his friends to finish with their games, but considering they had much more money to spend than he did, he figured it’ll be a bit longer. He was a bit jealous that his friends had summer jobs to pay for such indulgence, while he lived on allowance from his parents; which his mother had forgotten to give him for the past month and a half. Friday gave out a long, drawn-out sigh and closed the program. His mind wandered, just as the music switched songs.

Lost in thought, Friday didn’t notice the shadow that lurked behind him. If it wasn’t for the inquiry that came a moment later, he probably wouldn’t even know he wasn’t alone.

“Storm’s Hailstorm special, five seconds, go!”

Despite being caught by surprise, Friday maintained his composure. A familiar voice is hardly startling, especially when it came from Jamie York. Friday almost smiled, but he was currently challenged. “Down, down-left, left, down, down-left, left, double kick.” He said.

“Good enough.” Jamie concluded, and plotted herself right next to the boy. Friday took a single glance at her, and then went back to looking at his desktop. She was ‘lean’ to put nicely, but scrawny was a better definition. She was older than Friday, but one couldn’t really guess that from her size. Regardless, she had some pretty features, including a round face, small nose, and a lightly freckled face that classified her in ‘cute’. She had long brown hair which she wore in a low, messy ponytail.

There was silence for a moment, and it didn’t seem like she was going to press the conversation any further. Friday decided to push the point.

“Where’s Simon?” he asked.

“Still inside,” She answered in a bored manner, “probably finishing up his game on Time Crisis 4.”

“Not finishing, finished.” A voice behind them corrected.

Friday gave out a sigh and shut down the computer. He pressed the faces together, locking the two pieces, and begun to pack it away in its own leather case. Jamie muttered something under her breath, and stood. She turned around with her hands placed at her hips. “Well, that took forever, Simon. What did you do, spend your entire paycheck on that game?” She argued playfully.

Simon gave her a lopsided grin, and scratched behind his neck. “About half, maybe. But certainly not as much as you put in that DDR machine.” He countered and stepped outside.

Strapping the leather sling around his shoulder, Friday stood up, and peered up at the gigantic Simon Mace. He took into account how tall he was compared to Simon, and to speak of the numbers would probably be quite an embarrassment to the smaller teenager. To say the least, Simon had to look down in order to see the top of Friday’s head. Classified to be one of those tall, dark, and handsome kinds of characters, Simon possessed the body of Michanglo’s David. He would certainly be a better person if he lacked a bit of self-confidence, but Simon was a proud as a bull. Both Friday and Jamie identified how full of it Simon was the day they met him.

Most people would consider the friendship between these three to be a bit odd, but all three of them grew to be the best of friends ever since they met in junior high school. Most odd about them, aside from their personality difference would be their age. Though Friday was merely fifteen, both Jamie and Simon would be starting their senior year this fall. Sometimes, the youngest of the group resented being so youthful, but it was a factor that the two older friends accepted, so the thought was purged from his mind.

Jamie skipped ahead onto the sidewalk. She took in a deep breath of air and commented with a light in her voice. “Ah, smell that fresh air, much better than being in the cramp arcade.”

“Fresh, you mean polluted and disgusting? Sure, why not?” Simon replied as he followed after her, “At least you guys don’t have to breathe this in as much as I do. Being on the track team, we have to gulp this smoggy air to save our lives.”

Friday walked after Simon, not really caring that the air isn’t so healthy, it was much better than breathing in sweat and work. “Blah, blah, blah. Care to drop it? Let’s go to my house. It’s too dark out here.”

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I'm so Guilty for some Bridget! =3

Super Smash Brothers: Brawl! Peach shall rise again!

Without conflict, like the one I’ve seen in my dreams

So yesterday! so yesterday!
I'm just a bird that's already flown away

Bring me my sunglasses!
I aim for the Sky

Last edited by CanvasofGrey on Thu Nov 15, 2007 1:19 am; edited 2 times in total

Awesome...

"That dream that seems to be a swirl of shapes and colors, which imagines that I cannot recall."

Although um...imagines, i think you mean image right?

It was 5 o'clock! My eyes were too tired to edit!

>_>

<_<

Anyway, I'll fix that up. Thanks Sanna.

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I'm so Guilty for some Bridget! =3

Super Smash Brothers: Brawl! Peach shall rise again!

Without conflict, like the one I’ve seen in my dreams

So yesterday! so yesterday!
I'm just a bird that's already flown away

Bring me my sunglasses!
I aim for the Sky

5 o' clock? O_o what were you doing up at 5? Anyway, how long are you planning for this to be? Or are you just going to write until it seems fit to end?

I have to work on my writing too! I haven't written much lately. I have to work on two of my main fanfics, my epic and my novel for Nanowrimo. I'm so behind! I haven't written anything since two weeks ago to two months, depending on which work i'm talking about.

Anyway, update soon and I'll edit for you if you want. =D

I have part 2 still in the writing process, but I'll put it up soon.

And if you have time, I'd love for you to edit it. =D

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I'm so Guilty for some Bridget! =3

Super Smash Brothers: Brawl! Peach shall rise again!

Without conflict, like the one I’ve seen in my dreams

So yesterday! so yesterday!
I'm just a bird that's already flown away

Bring me my sunglasses!
I aim for the Sky

CanvasofGrey wrote:

Gaea Dreams
Chapter 1 : In Dreams We Meet
(part 1)

Summary: Friday wished nothing more than to make the most of his last few weeks of summer vacation. But a fateful encounter from the mysterious Gunner Reinhart leads him into a world which one can only imagine in a world of make-believe and fantasy.

Profile of Justice2Believe, August 22

I had that dream again. That dream that seems to be a swirl maelstrom? of shapes and colors, which images that I cannot recall. omit 'which' All the same, I woke up drenched in sweat, the sheets wrapped around my legs like seaweed, my heart beating parallelism: change beating to beated fast against my chest, and the chilling string of dread lingered in the back of my mind.

But hey, that was almost an hour ago, and here I am, telling you how I feel. Evidently, spilling my guts on my lap, (Pardon the pun. Lap. Laptop. Get it?) makes me feel better, but nowadays, it seems like I’m just constantly writing about the same nonsense. Dream this, dream that.

Heck, I can’t even remember what the dream was about! I should be more worried about summer vacation ending, and catching up on all the slacking off I’ve been intending to do. Which reminds me that I still need to finish that summer book report and that soon, I’ll be a sophomore in high school. I don’t know why all I concern myself with these days are dreams and no doubt, a figment of my imagination. omit 'doubt,' and change figment to figments But my head is throbbing, and I can barely focus my eyes on the computer screen. I don’t even know what time it is, let alone if I’ll be able to read this pathetic excuse of an entry later.

But that’s why spell-check is one of man’s greatest creations. That, along with Russian tea. God, now I know how Russians withstand such terrible winters, their tea is magic. I thought it was Summer? what's winter have to do with anything?

More later on,

Friday

He couldn’t see the ocean from where he was. Then again, it wasn’t that he minded in the first place. change to 'Then again, he never minded that' It was a simple fact instead of saying 'It was a simple fact' just say 'Naturally' and omit the following 'however, that'; stuff like 'it was a simple fact' or 'because of the fact that' are wordy, read like crap, and can usually be replaced by a single word. avoid these when you can, however, that the view of suburban homes replace ',as opposed to ocean waters,' here wasn’t the best source of inspiration compared to ocean waters. It was almost a curse that he lived in a shallow valley, with only i think you can omit this 'only' a couple of hills blocking the view to the west. It was a shame, but he figured that it didn’t matter in the end. They who's 'they'? you could say 'He' or 'His family' were probably too far away from the bay to feel the ocean breeze, anyway.

He seated himself upon the greased-caked grease-caked cement steps just outside the arcade entrance behind him. A dank neon sign illuminated the front of the arcade with barely enough light to surpass the flame of a candle. 'with enough light to rival and that of a candle Overgrown bushes lined in a messy pattern around the front entrance with a single footpath.if it's 'lined' in a path, then it's not messy. try 'spread out' or something else It was fortunate that the smell of street gas and smog couldn’t pass by the tall hedges.the tall hedges of what? the hills? the neon sign? the bushes? be specific A The small tree on the sidewalk was too small to veil the building from the world, but it was large enough to block the light from a nearby streetlamp street lamp. The sky overhead consisted of a grey and dark blue hue, as nighttime approached rapidly, as it always does this time of the year. This sentence can definitely be worded better. 'The sky darkened into a grey, dark blue hue as nighttime approached rapidly.' Also, why would nighttime approac rapidly during the summer? Is it Summer or winter? (you mention both above. which one is it? or if this is a different locale, specify the region)

Friday Madison sat waiting patiently with his laptop open on his knees, his eyes glued to a blank computer screen. His left foot thumped along with the music that played softly from his laptop, while not being overly loud to disturb anyone replace this fragment with 'not loud enough to disturb anyone', but enough to challenge the collection of noises that the machines made inside what machines? the arcade? the laptop? please specify. His fingers hovered over the printed letters printed letters? I thought it was a blank screen? or were you referring to the keyboard? in that case just say keys or keyboard, but stayed still as stone. A blinking, black digit black linestood vertical on his screen, but didn’t move the slightest bit, awaiting commands that would never come. Friday had no intention to type '...no intention of typing'. The idea of starting on his summer book report sounded nice at the beginning, but by the time he got out his laptop, turned it on, and opened the program, the idea fell faster than Wilde Coyote whenever he jumped off a cliff. you don't have to, but it would be better if you specified what program he's using(my guess is ms word).

The boy waited for his friends to finish with their games, but considering they had much more money to spend than he did, he figured it'dbe a bit longer. if they had 'much more' money, shouldn't it be 'a lot' longer? He was a bit jealous that his friends had summer jobs to pay for such an indulgence, while he lived on allowance from his parents; allowance which his mother had forgotten to give him for the past month and a half. LOL, this happens to me all the time! Friday gave replace 'gave' with 'let'. gave sounds like he forced it out. out a long, drawn-out sigh and closed the program. His mind wandered, just as the music switched songs.

Lost in thought, Friday didn’t notice the shadow that lurked replace 'that lurked' with 'lurking' behind him. If it wasn’t weren't for the inquiry that came a moment later, he probably wouldn’t even know he wasn’t alone. would never have noticed.

“Storm’s Hailstorm special, five seconds, go!” I'm guessing a fighting game...

Despite being caught by surprise, Friday maintained his composure. A familiar voice is hardly startling, especially when it came from Jamie York. Friday almost smiled, but he was currently challenged. “Down, down-left, left, down, down-left, left, double kick.” He said.

“Good enough.” Jamie concluded, and plotted herself right next to the boy. replace 'the boy' with 'him' Friday took a single glance at her, omit 'single'. took a glance already implies only one glance. and then went back to looking staring at his desktop. i thought it was a laptop? or were you referring to the wallpaper? but wasn't he looking at a "blank screen with single black digit"? She Jamie was ‘lean’ to put nicely, but scrawny was a better definition. She was older than Friday, but one couldn’t really guess that from her size. 'couldn't really' --> 'probably couldn't' Regardless, she had some pretty features, including a round face, small nose, and a lightly freckled face that classified her in 'in' --> 'as' ‘cute’. She had long brown hair which she wore in a low, messy ponytail. She sounds like your typical tomboy

There was silence for a moment, and it didn’t seem like she was going to press the conversation any further. Friday decided to push the point.

“Where’s Simon?” he asked.

“Still inside,” She answered in a bored manner, “probably finishing up his game on Time Crisis 4.” Time Crisis 2 Rules!!!

“Not finishing, finished.” A voice behind them corrected.

Friday gave let out a sigh and shut down the computer. He pressed the faces together, locking the two pieces, and begun to pack it away in its own leather case.don't say 'begun to pack it away...' just say 'packed it away...' it's shorter and is more active Jamie muttered something under her breath, and stood. She turned around with her hands placed at her hips. “Well, that took forever, Simon. What did you do, spend your entire paycheck on that game?” She argued playfully.

Simon gave her a lopsided grin, and scratched behind his neck. “About half, maybe. But certainly not as much as you put in that DDR machine.” He countered and stepped outside.

Strapping the leather sling around his shoulder, Friday stood up, and peered up at the gigantic Simon Mace. He took into account how tall he was compared to Simon, and to speak of the numbers would probably be quite an embarrassment 'quite and embarassment' --> 'embarassing' to the smaller teenager. To say the least, Simon had to look down in order to see the top of Friday’s head. Classified to be 'to be' --> 'as'one of those tall, dark, and handsome kinds of characters characters --> people. characters implies that you're referring to him as an element in a story, like a game character, or a tragic hero character, Simon possessed the body of Michanglo’s David michelangelo's david; i would suggest avoiding such references because a lot of people don't know who that is. He would certainly be a better person if he lacked a bit of self-confidence self-confidence is a good thing. i think you meant arrogance, but Simon was a proud as a bull. Both Friday and Jamie identified how full of it Simon was the day they met him.

Most people would consider the friendship between these three to be a bit odd, but all three of them grew to be the best of friends ever since they met in junior high school maybe you should be more specific, since they are best friends. like what grade?. Most odd about them --> 'The oddest thing about them', aside from their personality difference would be their age. Though Friday was merely fifteen, both Jamie and Simon would be starting their senior year this fall. Sometimes --> Often, the youngest of the group resented being so youthful, but it was a factor that the two older friends accepted, so the thought was purged from his mind.

Jamie skipped ahead onto the sidewalk. She took in a deep breath of air and commented with a light in her voice. “Ah, smell that fresh air, much better than being in the cramp arcade.”

“Fresh, you mean polluted and disgusting? Sure, why not?” Simon replied as he followed after her, “At least you guys don’t have to breathe this in as much as I do. Being on the track team, we have to gulp this smoggy air to save our lives.”

Friday walked after Simon, not really caring that the air isn’t wasn't so healthy, end sentence. it was much better than breathing in sweat and work.He figured it was better than... “Blah, blah, blah. Care to drop it? Let’s go to my house. It’s too dark out here.”

My edit of your work. You write just like how I used to write. xD. I would also suggest making your character's speeches more colloquial and natural sounding, because right now, they sound like robots. One way to do this it to read what they're saying out loud, and hear how it sounds in human voice.

This is pretty interesting. Hope they introduce this Reinhart character and go into the fantasy world soon.

Keep up the good work!

(curious, what kind of fantasy is it?)

PS: i'll try to do the editing thing for everybody's work, but these take time, so don't expect me to be swift about it.

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Gaea Dreams
Chapter 1 : Summer Days
(part 2; finished)

Summary: Friday wished nothing more than to make the most of his last few weeks of summer vacation. But when a stranger is discovered on his lawn, Friday knew things weren't going to be the same, for better or worse.

The two gave consent to the idea. None of them wished to argue in favor of staying at the arcade any longer than intended. Friday peered over the hill to the west as the setting sun sank in the horizon and dusk approached rapidly from the East. He took a deep sigh, and placed the strap of the leather case onto his shoulders.

Despite Simon knowing how to drive, Jamie and Friday preferred to walk. One reason was because Friday’s house was merely about a block away, the other reason because they didn’t want to hear Simon talk about how proud he was of his car.

His house was just about as ordinary as any suburban home would be, with the possible exception that it was much cleaner. His father was an architect, but lived down in Southern California where bigger houses were being developed. Once a month, his father took the weekend off to spent time with his family before heading back down south. His mother on the other hand worked as a nurse, so her hours were as reliable as a fortune cookie. Sometimes, she’ll be on duty for days on end. Because of their busy schedule, Friday was the house keeper, making sure it never got horrendously dirty. Even his little sister, May would help. Though being only eight years old, she hardly stuck around to help.

Anyway, though the house was clean, then outside was a bit shabby and dank. Japanese Ivy were planted on one side of the house, and desperately needed to be trimmed. On the other side, oleander bushes were growing much too tall. Worst of all was that there was hardly any light. The nearest streetlamp was almost half a block away, and the house lights weren’t on as they were suppose to be.

“Strange, your sister isn’t home?” Simon asked as he trotted up the steps.

“She is,” Friday assured him, “She probably forgot to turn on the lights again.” He fumbled with the keys in his pocket. He cursed out occasionally under his breath, unable to identify the proper key to open the house.

Jamie sighed and rang the doorbell. In about half a minute later, the lights popped on, illuminating the porch enough for Friday to take out the correct key. He was just about to unlock the door when it opened up for him. A small girl stood in the way, preventing them from entering.

“About time!” she exclaimed, as all three of them looked down at her with some curiosity.

Simon wore a silly smile on his face while Jamie couldn’t help but giggle behind her hand. Friday groaned once and scolded, “May, why were the lights off? I told you always leave them on when you’re by yourself.” He tried to ignore the fact that his sister greeted the door in her pink bunny pajamas. It was so embarrassing.

“They’re too bright! I can’t sleep with them on.” She complained.

“Ah, as if that’ll stop you. You sleep through anything.” Simon teased, and reached over to ruffle with May’s messy hair. May retaliated by slapping away his hand and had a mean pout on her face.

“Mom isn’t home, and you’re lucky she won’t be home tonight or else you’ll be in big trouble!” She pointed at Friday, acting like how their mother was when she got upset. “But if I get to stay u late with you, then I won’t tell.” She said, peering at the other two with a suspicious eye. At that sudden moment, May spotted something unusual in the bushes. “Friday, what’s that?” She pointed to the dark figure that laid by the oleander bushes.

Everyone turned to that direction. At first, Friday couldn’t make out what she was talking about, but with a second glance, he noticed. Squinting in the darkness, he could just make out what seems like a pair of legs. Long legs, it looked like. The legs were cladded in black or some other dark colored pants with matching boots. “What... Is that...? Jamie, May, get inside.” Friday commanded, as he walked off the porch to get a better look.

From his new position, he could see the whole body now, and judging from its position and its surroundings, it looked like the guy had crashed right through the bushes.

Friday heard Jamie take his reluctant sister inside. Simon stood waiting, almost frozen, waiting to see what will happen. Taking a few steps closer to the stranger, Friday sensed the smell about him getting stronger. At first, he believed that he was simply a drunkard that fell over to their side of the house, but the stench wasn’t alcohol. Friday had been around the arcade late at night several times, and there were always a couple of drunks there for the reason none other than that they had nothing better to do. No, the smell wasn’t that of alcohol or bitter yeast. Instead, it was much scarier. He finally realized that the stench was that of blood, and judging from the strength of it, there was plenty of it.

Friday trended close enough so he stood just next to the fallen man. A sliver of moonlight reflected a small part of the man’s face, and he saw the blood matted on the side of the head, and the trickle of blood sliding down the corner of his mouth. ’Oh man, he was stabbed or shot.’ Friday thought.

Simon found whatever courage it required to step forward, but he stopped halfway over as soon as he identified the situation. “Oh shit! Friday, get inside! I’ll call the cops!”

“Wait! I don’t think he needs cops.” Friday kneeled down beside the stranger, and placed a nervous hand against the side of his neck. His skin was deadly cold, and the boy was quite scared that his hand was touching a dead person. A moment passed, but Friday thought it felt like twenty minutes, but to his relief, a pulse was felt underneath his fingertips. It was a weak beat, but it was there nonetheless.

The man certainly went through more than a crash through the bush. Bruises and perhaps a stabbed eye would be the worst injuries from that, but there was no possible way that a simple fall could pierce enough veins to cause this much damage to a body. Friday, himself had a little knowledge in the medical field, but enough to realize how bad his condition was. “No, this guy needs a doctor.” Friday said.

Suddenly, a strong hand grasped around the boy’s wrist with surprising strength. “No,” the man said with a rasp, weak tone in his voice. His body shuffled a bit, but barely enough to rustle some of the tiny branches of the bush. “No doctors.”

Friday gasped sharply, and tried to yank his arm back. But the man held fast, even lifting his face up in the dim moonlight. Half of his face shone while the other half still hid in the dark. It felt like a moment in a noir film. “Please, no doctors,” He begged, “Hel me inside, or leave me here, but give me the peace to live or die on my own wishes.”

That moment, Simon came and hovered around Friday with an angry look in his eyes. “Let him do!” he snarled at the man “Else I beat the shit out of you.”

Friday turned to Simon, and to his surprise, he shifted himself in between Simon and the man on the ground, his free arm spread outward to block Simon’s advance. “No! He’s hurt bad enough as it is! Leave him alone, or help me bring him inside.”

“You want to bring a damn stranger in your house?” Simon asked, just as surprised as he was.

“Well, he sure as heck isn’t staying out here.” Friday shot back, and turn toward the stranger. “He’ll be dead by the hour for sure. So, if you aren’t going to help me, move aside!” He reached inside the hedge, trying to ignore the myriad of tiny branches scratch his arm like rabbit claws.

“What the hell is going on?” Jamie called out, and rushed over to them.

“Friday is crazy! He wants to bring the dying dude in!” Simon explained, as Friday grabbed the stranger’s other arm, and struggled to pull him out. The man’s grip had lessened enough for Friday to maneuver his arms to its max strength.

“What!? Are you crazy!?” Jamie shouted, bending over next to Friday. For a moment, he thought that she would object to his decision, but to his surprise, she placed a helping hand under the guy’s shoulder. “At least do it with some help, you idiot.”

“You two are crazy!” Simon opined. Judging from his voice, Friday figured that Simon gave up, and was heading inside. Friday hoped that he wasn’t going in to call the cops.

’Why should I care?’ Friday wondered. He looked over at Simon who unleashed a long string of colorful profanities, clearly stating his mood. Jamie was probably helping him just because Friday wanted to help in this situation. But why did he want to help the man. In most situations, Friday wasn’t exactly the first one to volunteer to help others, but something this guy played on his sympathy. He certainly wasn’t going to leave him there, or go against his wishes by calling the proper authorities, but the mystery still remained.

Friday shoved the thought back and concentrated on the task. With Jamie’s help, they both disentangled the man out of the hedge bush. In the light, blood was fresh and overwhelmingly thick. He couldn’t judge the man’s face, but the shape of his features told him that he was probably handsome. Or at least, was handsome, but with all the damage present, it’s hard to say.

Taking an overview of the injuries, Friday asked, “Can you stand?” A sense of urgency tugged at his heart. He didn’t even know if the man was conscious, but the man opened his eyes. Despite whatever pain he was going through, he gazed up at him with an agonized smile.

“Heh... Not a chance.” Then, his body when limp after a groan escaped his lips.

“Are you sure we can carry him?” Jamie asked. The man was about six feet tall, and he didn’t look like a light weight. As he mentioned before, Jamie was quite small, and Friday himself wasn’t in the best of shape either. If only Simon would lend a hand.

“Yeah, grab his legs, I got the shoulders.” Friday nodded, “It’ll be much easier that way.”

“Got it.” Jamie gave out a knowing smile. The two friends often referred to Friday by a nickname they had given him in the past years for his gentle and caring streak. “Teddy bear.”

After hoisting the man as directed, Friday looked over at the girl and gave her a knowing smile, and stuck out his tongue playfully.

Profile of Justice2Believe, August 22-23

It’s nice to look back into memories. Sometimes I just forget how ‘normal’ things were back then with just all the craziness of school, and the anticipation of summer. I reflect back in my freshman year, entering highschool with doubts in my mind of making new friends, since I never really made friends in middle school.

But, I’ve been proven wrong in my animation course that year, as I met Jamie York and Simon Mace. Back in middle school, if you were to have told me that I’ll be making friends with two juniors in my first year of high school, I’d probably laugh. But they just happened to sit next to me in that class, and in just a few days, he got to know a bit about each other. Then, bam! We were hanging out as if we known each other for much longer.

Admittingly, one doesn’t really make the best of friends after only knowing them for a few days, but I took whatever I could get.

Overall in the scheme of things, it wasn’t some dramatic happening of Fate or cosmic arrangement that brought those two to me. If anything, it was by pure chance. It’s just so nice to look back at normal times, when normal things happened. This event however, just blew that word totally out of proportion.

My seventh grade teacher often hated the words ‘um’ and ‘okay’ in our speech. She found it to just be a filler to stall for time and organize our thoughts. How right she was.

Okay, um...

So we have a totally mauled stranger resting in the living room, precisely on the white cotton loveseat. I was a bit skeptical placing him there in case we got blood on the couch, but I laid a thin bed sheet on the couch before we placed him on. Simon eventually came around, and helped us clean out the guy’s wounds. I tell you, there were plenty more gashes than we thought there were. The guy was wearing a thick black coat, so we had to remove that to get to the injuries easier. We bandaged up his wounds, and elevated his feet on the arm rest so the blood can flow to his head. Even May helped out, putting a glass of water and a peanut butter jelly sandwich nearby in case the guy woke up.

His breathing is steady, so it seems all he needs is rest and time. Assuming he survives the night.

He said no doctors, so that is exactly how many he was getting, but I wonder why, and why did I object to calling the police? It would seem like the most rational thing to do, but somehow, this entire thing isn’t really considered ‘rational’.

A bigger mystery is how he got there in the first place, and how did he get so mangled up? I ran a couple of theories, but each was as unlikely as the last, because quite frankly, it looked like the guy had lost an argument with a wood chipper. The possibilities were unlimited.

Anyway, Jamie is bunking with May in her room. She locked the door, just in case. Simon and I agreed to take turns watching over him. Simon is taking the first shift as I laptop this. Is that a verb yet? If it isn’t, it should be.

Other valuable verbs: to delay, to put off, to defer, to procrastinate.

We still don’t know who this guy is, and for all we know he could be a murderer that is waiting for us to fall asleep. But as dangerous as the risks are, I trust him for some reason.

Go figure, go to sleep, go to Hell, whatever. I’ll just sleep it in for a few hours until it’s my turn, assuming we aren’t beheaded in our sleep.

More later, maybe

Friday.

The second part, and finished chapter of my new story. Originally, I had the chapter extend to the next day where the stranger will be introduced, and Friday's transportation into the other world, but I figured that the chapter was a bit too lengthy for that, and it would be best that I cropped it into two chapters so that I wouldn't rush through the introduction of the two more focused characters. So here it is, "Gaea Dreams Chapter 1: Summer Days" enjoy.

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I'm so Guilty for some Bridget! =3

Super Smash Brothers: Brawl! Peach shall rise again!

Without conflict, like the one I’ve seen in my dreams

So yesterday! so yesterday!
I'm just a bird that's already flown away

Bring me my sunglasses!
I aim for the Sky