I sorta realize that some of my characters names in Outcasts are hard to pronounce, so I devised a Pronunciation thinger-mabob to help yous! So yeah, tell me if that helps. And Jayden (visit her blog Storming Souls at http://thestormingsouls.blogspot.com/) I was going through old comments when I saw your request for a tutorial, and I might just take you up on that out of sheer boredom. Sooner or later.
Xela- Zel-ah
Aurum- Oar-rum
Tamiki- Tah-mee-key
Flamdura- Fl-am-der-ah
Morano- More-an-oh
Linar- Lin-are
Lenak- len-ack
Takalo- Tah-kay-low
Akov- Ah-cove
Triform- Try-form
Ironamo- Eye-ron-am-oh
If I missed any, just tell me and I'll get it. All for now!
Yes, it truly is. I did a little research, and as it turns out Saint Patrick was a Christan. *collective gasps* Here's the site if you want more: http://wilstar.com/holidays/patrick.htm. But the reason I bring this up is because no one dares to mention the meaning behind some holidays anymore. There are holidays out there that have a Christan background behind it, but people have covered and coated it with what we have come up with to celebrate this.
Christmas: birth of Jesus.
-We cover it with gifts and "happy holidays" *please note that these things are okay as long as you acknowledge what the holiday is for*
Valentines Day: Saint Valentine was a priest
- covered with flowers, hearts, and cupids.
St. Patrick's Day: see above
-covered with green objects of various types
Easter: Jesus died and rose again (amen!)
-disgusting marshmallow sugar-covered chicks (aka Peeps), eggs, and spring time
Others that don't have anything to do with Christianity: New Year's, Fourth of July, Halloween, Boxing Day, Pi Day.
Just think about it. Let's take a step, and say "Merry Christmas" instead of "Happy Holidays". We can be proud of our religion. Why can we talk about Buddhism and Muslim, but not the religion that's impacted humanity for more than 2010 years?
That's my thought for today. Do not hate me for who I am. ;D Icewolf out!
First off, I will start my rant by saying that I absolutely, positively, no doubt, LOVE Brad Stine. He will be now and forever (hopefully) my favorite Christan Comedian of all time. He can go on and on and on and I would cling to his every word...and my side to keep it from splitting in half from laughing. If you ever get the chance, look him up further on Youtube, but for now you can see my contribution on the side. Give him five minutes to five seconds to get you laughing. The first one I saw was at a Christan summer camp called Put A Helmet On where Brad Stine rants about how sensitive America is now adays. And I totally agree! How often can you go up to a person, point a minor flaw out, and then get chided aggressively about what you just said? Could people for once just lighten up a notch? Anyway, he brings out great points in hilarious ways. I can almost guarantee you'll have tears in your eyes and sore sides/cheeks from laughing and smiling. Unless of course you're really emo and have no emotions. But anyway, live, laugh, love, and as corny as that sounds, it's exactly what you'll be doing as you watch Brad Stine.
Don't forget my stories down by the side. Just wondering if anyone has actually read them. All my stories that I'm working on are down there.
Anyway, Inora is feeling better. I don't know what was up yesterday, but when I thought of him, he was edgy. Today though he's more over laid back.
I keep munching on sour Icebreakers, which aren't really sour at all. If you want sour, you down a Warhead! *evil laughter* I love true sour candies. You don't really find them often. Which makes me sad. Where on earth do you find a warhead pack? Someone please help me!
*shuffles wings* well, that's all for today. But unlike yesterday, I do have more of my new story. Crystal meets a boy named Shadow (who has the immunity of a cockroach ((thank you _____ for helping me! just a friend at school)) and can withstand radio-activity but can't stand bleach), the three TS's (mixed sensory development, TS standing for taste sense), and Tex (high IQ). Bye!
Another rainy day, another addition to the new story. Enjoy!
“I’ll first take you to Shadow so he knows that you’re up, and then to Chef to get something to eat. You must be hungry, the pills made me hungry,” he explained along the way. I was so busy sight-seeing, that I was unaware of something prickling along my arm. Suddenly, I was hit with a shock. Another scream ripped from me. Spark quickly pulled his hand away.
“Oops, sorry. I forgot about my ability,” he apologized. I gasped in pain, my bones rattling.
“A-ab-ability?” I stammered. The edged of Spark’s mouth twitched into a grin.
“I have uncontrollable electrical pulses. Most of us here call it ‘going in shock’. That’s why I’m called Spark.”
“No kidding,” I panted. “Okay, I’m good now.” After walking through winding paths, we came to a room drenched in sunlight.
“This is Shadow’s area, but he’s not here,” Spark muttered, “looking for him is going to be hard.”
“No, I was just finding Chef.” Spark and I whirled around in unison. The boy who gave me the pill (I shuddered to think about it) was standing there. His eyes were still just as sharp as they took me in.
“So you’re the new experiment, Crystal. I’ll have to register you, come on,” Shadow walked past us and into the room.
“Register?” I asked Spark.
“Basically write you down. There are around 30 of us here, so now we’ll have-”
“32,” Shadow intervened.
“32,” finished Spark. I nodded, slightly wondering who the 31rst person would be. Shadow returned to us holding a dusty notebook. He gave me a small smile.
“You’re the first experiment we’ve had escape here in a while,” he told me, opening the notebook. That’s when the questioning began.
“Real name?”
“Crystal.”
“Experiment name?”
“E-3” At this Shadow blinked, but continued. The questions covered my birth, where I used to live, my scientists’ names, company I was born under, skills, etc.
Finally, when the sun was high in the sky, Shadow was interrupted by my stomach rumbling. He laughed and closed the notebook.
“Sorry, I got a little carried away. Go get something to eat from Chef,” he ordered us. Spark smiled at me, reached for my hand, but then thought the better of it.
“I keep forgetting my pulses,” he apologized. I smiled and took his hand anyway. I noted how his pale-yellow hair crackled.
Spark again led me through the passages of the Refuge. Strangely, we only passed a few other experiments. He explained to me that most of them hung out in the main area. I did however manage to meet the three TS’s, TS1, TS3, and TS4. According to them I tasted like sugar cubes. Tess-one (their nickname) could see taste; Tess-three could feel taste; and Tess-four could hear taste. Their experiment was mixed sensory development. TS2 had died while they were still at their science lab in Texas.
Also, I met Tex, a very smart technological experiment. He had enhanced brain development, and hand/arm muscles likewise. He liked to create. As we passed him, Tex showed us his latest invention, an extreme form of a mood necklace.
“Not the kind that read your body heat,” he protested. I smiled at him. I found that the more I was here, the more that I relaxed. My wings hung at a comfortable position, and I liked this place more and more.
But I couldn’t forget my parents. I could only imagine their worry right now. Although, standing near Spark was making me forget constantly of them with his erratic personality.
Throughout our trip to Chef’s area, Spark only went into shock twice. Both times I reached back for his hand. For some reason his touch was comforting. Maybe it was because my parents never once hugged me, never once held my hand. All they did to show their affection for me was a smile and praise after I disembodied a punch-bag.
Chef grinned broadly as she saw me emerge into her area. Sun shone brightly here too, I noticed. In fact, it shone everywhere. The rock shone with it.
“Good afternoon Crystal!” she called to me. Seeing Spark she called out a greeting to him too. She beckoned us over to a stony table the seemed to grow out from the rock.
“What would you like to eat?” Chef asked me.
“Uh, what do you have?” I asked cautiously. Next to me Spark laughed.
“Everything,” he giggled.
“I can compress atoms and give them flavor,” Chef demonstrated, holding out a triple-decker.
“Yay! My favorite,” Spark took it and chomped a huge bite out of it. I couldn’t help but grin.
I completely finished editing Outcasts, so whenever Flux (you can look them up, they have a website, blog, etc.) decide to reply I'll (if they want it) send it to them.
For some reason, Inora is acting funny. He's a bit edgy. Don't know why. Maybe my subconscious is trying to tell me something. (Inora: mrrrarrr ((translation: *annoyance*)) me: what the chicken nuggets?) But anyhoo, I'm just happy that I'm getting somewhere about my story. I'm not calling a book yet, due to the fact that it isn't published.
Right now it's raining, so I'm pretty happy. I LOVE rain. Just the sound of it pattering, the sense of rain, the gray clouds making me happy. Yeah, I'm just weird like that. Oh, and wind+rain. That's awesome too.
Well, that's my post for today. Sorry that I don't have a story, but I haven't worked on it yet. Laters!
I really have nothing else to do, so I typed. Hope you like it. Spark is sort like Tamiki (if any of you have read my book Outcasts)
Instantly I was caught in a wave of pain. My vision swam, and I felt like my whole body was on fire. A scream pulsed through the cave. Both Chef and the boy winced, but darkness overcame me, and I blacked out.
Weeks later, or so I was told, and I awoke at a dusty ruins place. Standing over me was a kid with striking yellow-white hair and sharp golden eyes. His hand hovered over my shoulder, and when he saw me blink open my eyes he smiled.
“Good morning,” he chirped. I blinked. My wings felt really sore and the fire was slowly trickling away from my body.
I was about to ask where I was, until I remembered my conversation with Chef. I grit my teeth and tried to sit up. The boy scooted back.
“You’re a quiet one,” he commented.
“I haven’t had a lot of people to talk with,” I pointed out. Most kids at school avoided me as if the already knew I was a freak of nature. The boy nodded.
“Stuck in a cage?” he asked. I recoiled.
“A cage? Heck, no! People at school never talked to me,” I protested. The boy blinked, and then laughed.
“Chef did say you were raised different,” his yellow eyes saddened, “you’re one of the lucky ones. When I was young scientists always tested to see how high I could withstand amounts of voltage. Name’s Spark,” Spark held out a hand. I took it, offering my name. Spark led me out to what he called the main area. The sight left me awed.
Red-brown stone was cleverly carved into passages. Similar colored dust covered the ground, making the area welcoming to me. I loved earthy areas. But that wasn’t all I was amazed at.
All around me, other experiments were about. Some flew on awkward wings, some bounced, some crawled, some walked, and some just appeared out of nowhere. A couple of experiments sat on a ledge above a passage, shifting their very different wings.
Spark smiled at me. He took my hand, and towed me along the passages.
“I’ll first take you to Shadow so he knows that you’re up, and then to Chef to get something to eat. You must be hungry, the pills made me hungry,” he explained along the way. I was so busy sight-seeing, that I was unaware of something prickling along my arm. Suddenly, I was hit with a shock. Another scream ripped from me. Spark quickly pulled his hand away.
“Oops, sorry. I forgot about my ability,” he apologized. I gasped in pain, my bones rattling.
“A-ab-ability?” I stammered. The edged of Spark’s mouth twitched into a grin.
“I have uncontrollable electrical pulses. Most of us here call it ‘going in shock’. That’s why I’m called Spark.”
Days after and nothing seems familiar. My stomach clenched painfully as there was nothing moving that might possibly mean life; spare the wind, the grass, and the plants. I was somewhere in the middle of the corner states, tired and hungry. I was no being tracked, if so no one has shown themselves yet.
The sun shone down mercilessly, stripping me of any form of comfort. But mustering my depleting will to go on, I feebly beat the air with my wings. I managed to rise off the ground in search of water.
Instead I saw cliffs with beautiful red-brown rocks. Ledges provided safety and rest, so I pushed myself onward. No sooner than I had landed than a figure emerged from the shadows.
“Who are you?” it asked. I landed hard onto the ledge, gasping with effort.
“Cr-crystal,” I croaked. “Water.” The figure produced a water bottle of what seemed thin air. The sun was getting to my head, I realized with alarm, if I could see people bring water out of thin air. Nerveless, I took the water gratefully and chugged it down. Energy flowed back into me, and I sat up. The figure came closer to reveal a girl around my age.
“The name’s Chef,” the girl held out her hand. “Welcome to the Refuge, or also known as the Anasazi Ruins.” I remembered faintly of learning about a lost race called the Anasazi at school.
“Refuge?”
Chef nodded. “Experiments come here to escape. So where are you from?” Chef handed me a sandwich. My stomach snarled and I snatched the food.
“I don’t know where I came from, my parents never told me our address,” I explained. Chef’s eyebrows knitted together.
“Parents? Not scientists?”
“Oh they were scientists, but they were also my parents,” I replied. Chef frowned, but before she could say anything else, another figure departed from the shadows.
“Are you joining the Refuge?” a boy with dark hair asked. His blue eyes flashed. I mentally winced at their sharpness.
“Sure, until it’s safe for me to return to my parents.” Chef snorted, but the boy held out something that distracted my attention. In his palm was a red-white pill. Inside it I could see a swirling substance.
“This is to get rid of whatever tracker you might have anywhere in you body, and later I’ll have someone scan you for outward trackers. Can’t have anyone finding us,” he waved the pill closer. Obligingly, I took it. “Be warned,” he continued, “this’ll hurt, but you’ll live free.”
I had major stamina. I didn’t think a small pill could do much until I popped it in my mouth and swallowed.
Instantly I was caught in a wave of pain. My vision swam, and I felt like my whole body was on fire.
