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A non-sence story i wrote about wolves.

Posted by *Zahara* on November 10, 2010 at 9:37 AM Comments comments (4)

He tore down the trail,chasing her. She turned and growled. He was stunned and hurt. "Don't!" she screamed at him. He yelped in surprise and leaped back. He saw his breath and  hers collied and twirl around each other. "Why can't we be that way?" he whimperd,but she was gone and had not heard. He howled, mourning. He felt as if his heart had been torn out. He howled again. A howl so filled with sadness it could make anything cry. Tears burst from a near by tree, and and soon after all the trees were crying. All the tears formed small streams on each side of the mourner. He howled again. He now wished for death to come to him. He lowered his head and droped to the ground crying.

When he woke he heard a rustle in the bushes and pricked up his ears.(It had been half a month since she had left him and he still cried himself to sleep.)Then with a jolt she jumped out of the bush! He leaped up and howled with joy,but she signaled him to stop. She then told him the story of her new mate,and how he had only used her to get close to Deam,the alpha of all the alphas,and was planning to attack Deam's pack and become the most powerful alpha in the forest.He had wanted her pack to help.

He growled in anger at this story and made a little plan of his own. His mother was Yebnarc, was in charge of all the other wildlife in the forest. He would tell her of the evil mates plans and she would gladly help with this great battle.The whole forest against one pack. Seems like it will be an easy win...

He stood on top of a rock over looking the battle feild where a great battle was about to take place. The battle feild was coverd with shadows and stains of blood from preiviouse battles. It was a feild of pain,hurt and sadness.His mother did get a lot of help for him,but from what he saw in the distance the other war party was just as great.He heard a battle howl that sent chills down his back,and the war began.

He spotted a important looking warrior from the opposing sides army and lept down on his back digging his claws and fangs into his back.The warrior layed down on his back to get him off. They both leapt back growling.The warrior leaped but then a huge tree root swated the warrior on his side and killing him.The tree warriors had come to help!He rand to the top of the rock again and signal for the griffens to attack. They screached with fury and killed and carried away many warriors.Then the leader of the dark  war party leaped in front of him."My name is Hektes,and i have come to kill the learder of your war party who may that be?"  He bunched up his muscles and leapt on the dark war leader.And the two fought a fight like no other.He stood over the dark war leader and said "I am their war leader!" The dark war leader whined,"Please have mercy on my soul!" So he let the dark war leader scamper off.

That is the story of  Balec and Taura.

p.s:each time this story says he it is refering to Balec. Each time it says she it refering to Taura.

p.s.s:this is the short version of the story

A world with(out) religion

Posted by silverinessimage on May 15, 2010 at 12:28 PM Comments comments (2)

In my high school religion was almost never talked about. Not because no one was religious, and the subject wasent tabu either, it was just that everyone just let people believe what they believed. The general idea was that religion was part of ones culture, and was their business. You could ask " so what do you believe in?" and people would answer, and no one would argue because what you believe in is what you believe in, like favorite color, no color is better that the other one, people just tend to prefer one over another.

I loved that school, and I loved the way things worked. But not everybody was as thrilled as I was about the general conception of religion. Like one of my best friends, she was a strikt catholic and like most strikt catholics she believed that people who are not of the true faith ( ie. hers) would end up in hell when they died, and burn, forever and ever. This was of course a concern of hers, but because preaching was a BIG nono she never mentioned it until i asked her about what she believed in.

She almost started crying when she told us she didn't want us to end up in hell, and how it pained her that we didn't see that christianity was the true way. This was sweet, she cared, she didn't want us to end up in hell, but still she respected our believes enough to let us believe what we believed!

I believe in god, im just not christian, or muslim, or hindu or any other religion you might mention (not even a pastifarian even though that one is great!) I have found out on my own that it makes more sense to me that there is some higher force, not a person but a force. thats what i think, its my "religion" if you will, let me have it! dont try to foce me to beleving something else, it dosent concern you! it dosent hurt you! it dost change your life the slightest! I dont try to convert you, dont try to convert me! dont say my belief is inferior, it isn't, its my belief!!!!!!!!!!

As you might have notised im a bit annoyed, not at religions, not at religious people in general, just those who dont understand that a persons religion is their business! A friendly concern is ok, if your religion says everyone who dont believe what you believe get tortured, but in that case thats a faith we have chosen for our selves.

How we look at life is important, whether we are atheists or agnostic or christian or muslim or... so on. but whats really important is how we treat other people, " do on to others as you wish others do onto you", the golden rule, is common in most religions and is the best rule ever! ( and the best part about it is that it says be nice to everyone, even people who might not believe what you believe)

By Isa

ps: people who says other peoples religions or believes are stupid are stupid!

The beggar Poem by Isa's sister ( 13 years old)

Posted by silverinessimage on May 14, 2010 at 12:27 PM Comments comments (1)


This happening happened on a cloudy autumn’s day.


The grass wasn’t green and the skies were so gray.


How depressing the world seems in this state,


so the people rushed home before it got late.


All but one was on their way home.


That was the beggar who was begging for coin.



“Got some left over coins?” he said over and over again.


It looked as if he could only complain.



No luck was granted when begging for money.


He sat on the one spot where it never got sunny.


But he wasn’t done just quite jet.


He was determent to stay, even if the sun would set.



Not long after he saw a woman coming.


She looked very rich, was sure to have something.


Excuse me my lady, but do you have some coins to spare?


If I may say so, to meet one as pretty as you is quite rare.”



The woman looked at the beggar with an insulted face.


The beggar had never felt so out of place.


Now why these following sentences next led………..


it’s still unknown, but this is was what she said:


“Run of filthy beggar, take your leave


My precious money you will never receive.”


The woman stomped on, down the road,


the reason for her behavior was never told.


Now, once again the beggar sits without even a single dime.


Then a sent that suddenly appeared, reminded him that it was dinnertime.



It is now all the families make all their food,


the sent had escaped out the windows, and it smelled so good.



The poor beggar longed to eat.


he pain of the cold disappeared from his feet.



Very hungry and exhausted,


he wished for food before the night started.



One after one walked right past.


Would the poor beggar last?


It had been weeks since last he had eaten,


and that food had already been bitten.


It went on for hours without luck,


until the big town clock struck.



The beggar fell half unconscious on the concrete.


The exhausted body, against the wind could not compete.


There were no thoughts in his head at the moment,


till an unknown voice said a long insulting comment:



“Your hands look so cold, but that isn’t the reason they’re shaking.


Just by looking at you, my eyes begin aching.


An outcast of society, I pity you so.


I never thought that anyone could sink so low.



the most miserable human I’ve met, without doubt!”


“I hope that my penny can help you out.”



The beggar felt something cold in his hand.


A shinny coin there had land.


It was the shiniest coin he had ever seen.



………..”Some people can so be kind, but yet the world is so mean”….…….



The night had past and it was dawn.


The beggar, however, was gone.


There on the city’s ice cold floor,


while smiling, he begged no more.



At last, the beggar’s suffering had finally come to an end.


The reason for him smiling, the people had to bend.


Some say he was drunk or high,


but I know that was a lie.



He had managed to reach his goal,


so happy to achieve before he’d fall.


Because, what he wrote on his sign,


was a message on a crocked line.



People thought that it was just a joke,


to catch attention from the foke.



So very naive they all had to be,


to not understand what their eyes could see.


Because, wanting money was not the only case,


the city had turned into to a very sad place.



Not even one of them understood,


what on the beggar’s cardboard stood.


All of their guesses were way out of range.


But at least this beggar knew the world needed to change

Ladies and gentlemen, you may now leave your seats,


because this is the end of the beggar who lived on the streets.




by Isa's sister

Joe Smith- a short storry

Posted by silverinessimage on May 13, 2010 at 12:26 PM Comments comments (1)


My name is Joe Smith. I have ADHD, or rather ADD. Attention Deficiency Disorder, it means it’s hard to focus on one thing at a time, and I usually have a million thoughts at once, all screaming inside my head. Its rather tiring, but it’s who I am, and I think I notice stuff more that other people do… !CAT!… sorry where was I? Anyways…



I woke up, the sealing looked just like it did yesterday morning, except the lights dancing on it was a bit different, as usual. They where more yellowy than the usual yellow light that comes from the street outside. I wondered why the light always changes from day to day, as it’s the same lighting outside, probably the pollution again. I placed my feet on to the floor. It was cold, like cold wood when there has been no heat for a while. I wondered where the heat went, all that molecular energy… probably to the neighboring room, it was always warm there. Pollution is kinda strange. It’s bad but it makes really pretty sunsets. Apparently red sunrises come from pollution.


“Red sun rises; blood has been spilled this night”




Awkward silence… strange how that happens even when you’re alone. Discovery channel is really rather educational… when I get lost in the middle of a jungle, I’ll know how to catch scorpions and eat them. I always thought they where poisonous, but apparently all you have to do is take the tip of the tail of. Wow, my pile of clothes look like a face, almost like my aunt, the same nose… Why are the clothes always cold in the morning? I bet heat is actually a little bug that only stays when you’re looking, so the second I close my eyes they run of and party in the neighboring room. That’s why it’s always warm there!


I grab the Ritalin on my bed side table as I make my way over to the kitchen.


“Methyl-phen-idat Hydro-chlor-id… Vnr 01 93 85… hum, birth date, stop!…”


Why is there are red triangle on my Ritalin box, like a giant STOP sign, it’s a sign I think, from the… cat walking across the yard outside, cute. If I was a cat I wonder how far I’d travel. I wonder how long my whiskers would be if I had them now. Whiskers are very sensitive, and tell the cat if a place is wide enough for them to get through. Discovery is a cool channel, MYTH BUSTERS!!! If there is a myth you don’t quite understand! WHO YOU GONNA CALL?! MYTHBUSTERS!!! Great movie, freaky monster, yum. I wonder what would happen if I took like 5 of those pills, maybe I'll become a zombie…. Braaains… or I'd choke, they are rather large…


“Super sized for you pleasure, RITALIN!... random… braaains”


The heat bugs don’t like metal I think… not unless you make them stay… the keys are so cold, like cold metal.


I put the keys in my mouth, and then wonder why I did and spit them out. Maybe it was to make them warm, and it worked!... The school bus will be here in 5 minutes. I wonder if I’ll get back problems when I’m older… the Ritalin is getting into effect, that cat hardly distracted me at all…. Cute. I grab my school bag and go outside, the birds are singing. The sky is blue, and not red, no blood has been spilt this night… Another wonderful day ahead, and another 12 hours until I’ll be myself again.


I go onto the school bus and sit down. There was no one next to me, I think I’m the only one that notice that it’s empty. No one else ever notice it, it seems cause its always empty. I remember feeling upset about it some mornings ago, but I don’t remember why.







The End


Isa( and sis)

Rascism and crap like that

Posted by silverinessimage on April 2, 2010 at 12:24 PM Comments comments (1)


I went to an international school, racism didnt exist there, for crying out loud none of us came from the country we where living in, not realy. there was a sort of jocke going around, some of my friends had an on going jocke where they would put book about hitler and antisemitism in someones backpack and laught when the libaryes alarms when off when they tried to leave the libary. beeing a racist was a joke, calling someonbe a jew was a laugh and if one of the middle east looking people wore a scarf over their moth he was a "terrorist" and as a girl ( and as blond) beeing extremly sexist around me was, well a joke. We all knew it was the stupidest thing in the world, we all knew no one realy was racist, cause if you wher you would hate everybody.


But these days, exspesialy with kids, words like "yew" has become an exsepted swear word, sometrhing that everyone think is bad to be called.It just fustrates me how... how racism isntdisapearing but rather springing up again. What the hell are these kids learning? I grew up with all kinds of ppl, i even feel more comftable with ppl that dont come from the same contry as me, i guess thats just becaause our culture is different. the whole thing is getting on my nervs.


well i dont have anything more to say one the subject, i guess... Good luck world^^