It has been quite some time since I've graced this blog with my presence.
Partialy since half the people that are unlucky enough to stumble here don't care and those that do take the time to read this text only do so out of curiosity. The other 10% are those of whom I know personally and feel obligated. With that said, that is my feelings about online blogs at the moment. Oh the blog, the place where things come out that one wouldn't say out loud.
I have a ton of things running through my mind right now, life things that are stressful and personal things that are the same. But this is no pity party, thats life. And this my friends and guests is an update nothing more. A typed entry about the goings on or lack there of in my life. 1. I have started the MSU-Meridian Branch.
I. For those going into teaching I hope you all are ready for the lessons you will have to learn to get there. I expected hardship and I'm not let-down. More so lets just say that the rules for teaching run deep. After all your dealing with peoples lives.
II. I have made about 3 new 'friends' at The Branch: Adam, Rachel. and Faggen. They are nice people Adam and Rachel are hilarious and Faggen seems pretty cool himself.
III. Doing well in classes so far, no complaints. 2. I feel inside an odd mix of emotions, like the end of an era. I feel like I've left something behind. I felt this a few weeks ago, seems to have passed now but still... I couldn't put my finger on it. 3. I can't honestly believe half the things people tell me.... what do people expect? It's a rage yet it holds my hands. Quite the problem eh? I'd say so. For once I'd like for people to put themselves in someone elses shoes to see how they sound. I'm sure it wouldn't make a lot of people happy but at least it would open their eyes. I so hate harboring doubt. So in summary, a swarm of emotions flood through my like Noah himself was surfing. I have lots to think about. And the bad part is I don't have the time to do so. Either that or I don't want too. With all this said I'll now post a short story even though I'm quite demoralized with my works at the moment. Enjoy, or not, makes no difference to me. Its cold in here.
Velstes Ein Golende 17th of Welthelynn
Year of Gold The glare of the sun beat down into the square. Merchants and tents and stockpiles of goods lay strewn across the broken stones of the city street. Among the yelling of the wenches and the tussling of youth the sound of the church bells range in the distance. The sound itself drowning out cawing of the birds but never enough to silence these busy city streets. Looking down upon the center of the City of Wealth the shutters of one tavern room swung closed.
"It's so damned loud here." Rizik muttered tossing the curtains over the wooden shutters to block out the rest of the intense sun.
"What do you expect my friend? We are in the land of the Scorching sun and Blistering Sands."
Bard said calmly as he played a soft tune with his harp. "You should relax lest this heat get the best of you"
"What would you know?" Rizik snarled, turning his back to the musician.
"Always more than expected of course!" Bard replied without hesitation while rising to his feet with such grace and speed that one would have sworn he used some sort of magic. "Shall we enter the streets then? Find some women? gamble? Dri--"
"Shut up" Rizik said to the excited man, tossing his bag across the room. The bag landed with a thud against the Bard's chest followed by a second thump as the pack met the floor.
"Well then... I see your cheerful today" the Bard began carefully. "You have been quite the little bastard every since Horidi-"
"Shut up I said!" Rizik spat instantly. Obviously the subject of his friends death was still quite tender.
The two stood quietly then, only the sounds of marketing whores and overly fat merchants could be heard.
"Don't you have a whore to buy or someone else to hassle?" Rizik said after the long silence. He could feel the tension in the air and loved every second of his companions discomfort.
"Move on" The Bard simply stated as he grabbed his hat and harp. "Move on." He repeated as he strode out the door singing one of his songs out the door just loud enough for Rizik to hear. "Born by our Fathers,"
"We live for ourselves." "In each of our lives,"
"A story to tell." "Born from our Mothers,"
"Lived out in sin,"
"Find hellfire and brimstone awaiting the end." "Born by our Fathers,"
"Live life in love,"
"Find saftey and family in Heaven above." "Born by our Mothers,"
"A desicion made,"
"Behold the white flag running away!" "Born from our Fathers,"
"We live for ourselves,"
"The Wicked and Kind,"
"The Bards will all tell!" Rizik slammed the door.
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