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Story Idea.

I feel that this one is a bit better than my last.


As I entered her room and quietly close the door behind me, I felt a jolt of energy rush through me. The drugs were kicking in and I could feel me mind slipping into that all too familiar state. My thoughts turned into one focused stream, like a river running full force ahead with no chance of stopping. My head was clear of everything but the task at hand. I knew exactly what I had to do to pull it off, and exactly how everything should go. I reached into my bag and pulled out a syringe that I carefully looked over to ensure that it was full of a drug designed for my task, a powerful paralytic that I had a pharmacist buddy of mine cook up, it can paralyze a person for hours and leave no trace.
I then quickly and silently moved over to her bed and gently brushed the hair from off her neck so as not to wake her. Then I jabbed the needle into her neck and injected the full dose. She awoke with a quick jerk and pulled the needle out of her neck, but it was too late for her, the drug was already in her veins. She turned and looked at me and tried to jump back, but she just fell down onto her bed, only her eyes able to move.
I let out a sigh and my hands instinctively opened the bag I had with me, like they have dozens of times before, and pulled out a roll of duct tape and a knife. The knife was about three inches long and had a sheath over the blade which had the inscription “sile et philosophus esto” that had been carved in when it was made by a friend. It cost me and arm and a leg to get it made with a golden handle, but it was worth it.
The duct tape unrolled smoothly and easily over her wrists and ankles, and a strip over her mouth, just to be safe. I had to move her before her husband got home. I looked at my watch which said it was 3:47 in the morning. “Damn close” I whispered. As I slung her over my shoulder I put the knife and duct tape back in the bag and slung it over my other shoulder. I left out of her house in the exact same way I had entered, the front door which she kept unlocked. I hurried and put her inside the back of my van and then got inside and backed out of the driveway; turning onto the main road I passed her husband on his way home from working the late shift. “Won’t he be shocked when her gets there” I thought while I chuckled.


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Story Idea?

Well I was sitting in my English class today and I had an idea for a story, so I jotted down some of it and I figured I might as well post a bit of it now.


“One out of every thousand children born in your kingdom one will be brought before the Altar.” an old man with a crackling voice said.

“We will not send you our children like lambs to the slaughter!” the young king barked back.

“Then your entire kingdom will suffer His wrath.” the old man said with an eerie tone.

“I will not stand here and let you ma-” a loud crack interrupted the king’s reply and his head turned 180 degrees around and he fell down onto the ground, dead.

The guards in the room quickly drew their swords and enclosed the man in a circle. A bright flash of light appeared and the old man was veiled in a cloud of smoke. The smoke quickly dissipated and the guards looked at each other, only to see a sight that caused each of them to burst out with a loud scream and drop their swords and shields. The guards quickly jumped out of the windows inside the castle chamber and plummeted to their death.

“Fools, they are all fools. They know not what they do.” the crackled voice of the old man said as he walked towards the doors leading into the King’s chamber. They will all face my wrath soon. A loud voice rumbled through out the chamber, and the old man turned around towards the throne.

Zarith you have done well in delivering my message to these heathens. For this you shall be rewarded well.

“Thank you my -” Zarith stopped speaking and grabbed his ears as if they were in pain.

Your death shall cause you to renew in life, you shall be resurrected from your current state.

Zarith fell to the floor and blood flowed out of his mouth into a small puddle next to his head. The throne of the now dead king split in half and a faint reddish-grey smoke flowed upward from it. The smoke quickly morphed into a ball and flew towards Zarith’s body and entered through his mouth. His body shook and then straightened out as stiff as a board.

Arise Zarith the Red, you are now the King of Arithia. Serve me well, these people will follow you as they did their old king.

Zarith stumbled to his feet and grabbed onto the arm of the broken throne.


Yes, there are probably typos, I am not concerned with them right now.  Suggestions and comments are welcome.

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I felt the need to post something so that this blog doesn’t seem to be totally inactive.

However I couldn’t think of anything interesting to write, so here is a link to a playlist my deadmau5.

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While browsing Yahoo! news today I saw an article about jobs that only need a two year degree that pay over 100K in the 90th percentile.

Radiation Therapy was one of them, however no schools around me offer any courses in it, but the local community college (where I planned on enrolling anyway and then transferring to UT to get a degree in Business Admin.) has an AAS program for Radiography.

I know there is very little connecting the two, but I think I might have just changed my mind from a business major to getting a degree in it. X-Ray Tech and the like sounds like and enjoyable job, especially since I’ve always been interested in medicine and the like, but I don’t have the grades nor the will or motivation to become a doctor, I mean being a doctor would be great and all, but I don’t know if it’d be for me.

Being an X-Ray tech however has a nice pay and lets me still work in the medical field, sounds like a good idea to me! Still got some thinking to do though.

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