For those of you who have never heard of it, Vocal Point is this one Mormon singing group. I found this rather amusing video online, and thought you might like to see it. Thayne, if you read this, this song is right up your alley.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CZKnq9oihZw&feature=related
You have to go to this sight yourself, since I don't know how to open links or anything high-tech like that.
Friday, March 26, 2010
Are people reading this, or am I just writing to myself?!
I need to make sure that people are reading my serial. Does anyone have any comments, questions, or concerns about it? If you have any complaints, please keep them to yourself. Anything else is great.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Freegans part 12
Cara
When I woke up, I found myself curled into Matt's shoulder. He was still asleep, and I held still, so I wouldn't wake him up. Remembering what had happened earlier, I felt hot with embarrassment. I don't like crying in front of people, preferring to go somewhere else and do it in private, and now I had just made an emotional scene right in front of Matt! It was especially embarrassing, since I always try not to act emotional in front of my friends. Maybe it's because I don't have parents, but I always feel this need to act tough, and not to show weakness.
Out of the corner of my eye I surveyed our fellow inmates, noticing that my eyes seemed to have grown accustomed to the darkness. Madiza was curled up in a ball, whimpering and rattling her chains in her sleep. Ben was still meditating. Lucy wasn't back yet. Just then Matt stirred, and woke up. Looking at me, he asked, "Do you feel better?"
I nodded, blushing. However, there was no mockery in his eyes, only genuine concern. That made me feel a little better.
"Sorry about that," I said. "I acted silly, and-"
"Ssh. It's okay. Everyone loses control once in a while," Matt reassured me. I smiled weakly. Then my mood was improved a little more by the guards coming back and throwing Lucy into the cage. Though cut and bleeding on one side of her face, she was alive. That was all that mattered.
When I woke up, I found myself curled into Matt's shoulder. He was still asleep, and I held still, so I wouldn't wake him up. Remembering what had happened earlier, I felt hot with embarrassment. I don't like crying in front of people, preferring to go somewhere else and do it in private, and now I had just made an emotional scene right in front of Matt! It was especially embarrassing, since I always try not to act emotional in front of my friends. Maybe it's because I don't have parents, but I always feel this need to act tough, and not to show weakness.
Out of the corner of my eye I surveyed our fellow inmates, noticing that my eyes seemed to have grown accustomed to the darkness. Madiza was curled up in a ball, whimpering and rattling her chains in her sleep. Ben was still meditating. Lucy wasn't back yet. Just then Matt stirred, and woke up. Looking at me, he asked, "Do you feel better?"
I nodded, blushing. However, there was no mockery in his eyes, only genuine concern. That made me feel a little better.
"Sorry about that," I said. "I acted silly, and-"
"Ssh. It's okay. Everyone loses control once in a while," Matt reassured me. I smiled weakly. Then my mood was improved a little more by the guards coming back and throwing Lucy into the cage. Though cut and bleeding on one side of her face, she was alive. That was all that mattered.
Freegans part 11
Lucy
When they came back, it was with a hypodermic needle in Gwilliam's hand. I felt my heart leap into my mouth. He held it up to my face, and pressed a little on the syringe, letting some of the burgundy liquid inside drip out.
"Do you know what this is, Freegan?" he hissed. I shook my head wordlessly.
"It's a highly developed toxin. Just one drop of it in your system is enough to kill you. And I warn you, it would be a long, agonizing death. If I wanted, I could stick you with it right now. By the time it had done its work, you would be begging to tell me what I want to know."
I swallowed nervously. Then the vice president smiled, showing even white teeth.
"However, killing you would be too easy. So you know what I'm going to do? I'm going to inject one of your friends instead. That is, if he or she doesn't give me the information instead. I would do it now, but to show you what a generous person I am, I'll let you have an hour to say goodbye to whichever one I choose." He nodded to the guards. "Take her away."
As the guards freed my wrists and got ready to take me away, I snarled, "We won't tell you anything, scum!" It came out very squeaky and weak-sounding, not like I'd intended. I'd been meaning to sound more like Cara would in my situation. She is probably the bravest person I know, and also the most impudent.
Despite not coming out all that impressive, it had the desired effect. Gwilliam turned red, and hit me in the face again.
"Oh, you're very brave, hitting someone who can't fight back! You disgust me!"
"Get...her...out...of...my...sight!" the vice president snarled through his teeth. Inside I felt a slight satisfaction at being able to get a rise out of him. It was instantly quenched by a feeling of dread. I had just given either Matt or Cara a death sentence!
When they came back, it was with a hypodermic needle in Gwilliam's hand. I felt my heart leap into my mouth. He held it up to my face, and pressed a little on the syringe, letting some of the burgundy liquid inside drip out.
"Do you know what this is, Freegan?" he hissed. I shook my head wordlessly.
"It's a highly developed toxin. Just one drop of it in your system is enough to kill you. And I warn you, it would be a long, agonizing death. If I wanted, I could stick you with it right now. By the time it had done its work, you would be begging to tell me what I want to know."
I swallowed nervously. Then the vice president smiled, showing even white teeth.
"However, killing you would be too easy. So you know what I'm going to do? I'm going to inject one of your friends instead. That is, if he or she doesn't give me the information instead. I would do it now, but to show you what a generous person I am, I'll let you have an hour to say goodbye to whichever one I choose." He nodded to the guards. "Take her away."
As the guards freed my wrists and got ready to take me away, I snarled, "We won't tell you anything, scum!" It came out very squeaky and weak-sounding, not like I'd intended. I'd been meaning to sound more like Cara would in my situation. She is probably the bravest person I know, and also the most impudent.
Despite not coming out all that impressive, it had the desired effect. Gwilliam turned red, and hit me in the face again.
"Oh, you're very brave, hitting someone who can't fight back! You disgust me!"
"Get...her...out...of...my...sight!" the vice president snarled through his teeth. Inside I felt a slight satisfaction at being able to get a rise out of him. It was instantly quenched by a feeling of dread. I had just given either Matt or Cara a death sentence!
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Greetings from the equator
Hey, everyone! For those of you curious as to my whereabouts, I am right now basking in the sun of Costa Rica! It's a gorgeous country, with its own set of volcanoes. In fact, just today I got to go and see one. Even now it is belching smoke and sitting in a vast lake that looks like pea soup that's been sitting in the fridge for a month. I love the weather, though Dad doesn't like the heat. Why he came on this trip is beyond me.
When I first got here on a red-eye flight, I had a serious case of jet lag, and had to take a nap before dinner. Even now I'm still not used to the time difference. In lighter news, I went to some cool museums, and got my picture taken a lot. Dad is under the misapprehension that any facial expression I have that is not a smile is a scowl. He can't seem to recognize a middle mood.
There are several other families here with us, including a Hindu family from Texas with two really whiny kids who don't like the food, which is why Mom never took me anywhere fun when I was little. Except Disney Land. The food at our hotel is absolutely exquisite, and I gorge myself at almost every meal. My eyes may be bigger than my stomach, but at least they appreciate a good meal. Well, my time is almost up. The internet here is limited to thirty minutes, so catch y'all later.
When I first got here on a red-eye flight, I had a serious case of jet lag, and had to take a nap before dinner. Even now I'm still not used to the time difference. In lighter news, I went to some cool museums, and got my picture taken a lot. Dad is under the misapprehension that any facial expression I have that is not a smile is a scowl. He can't seem to recognize a middle mood.
There are several other families here with us, including a Hindu family from Texas with two really whiny kids who don't like the food, which is why Mom never took me anywhere fun when I was little. Except Disney Land. The food at our hotel is absolutely exquisite, and I gorge myself at almost every meal. My eyes may be bigger than my stomach, but at least they appreciate a good meal. Well, my time is almost up. The internet here is limited to thirty minutes, so catch y'all later.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Freegans part 10
Matt
We watched as Lucy was taken away. I gripped the bars of the cage so hard that it hurt, as if that could somehow bring our friend back. When it was dark again, Madiza relit the candle. I hadn't even realized that it had gone out until she held a match to it again. I turned to her and Ben.
"What are they going to do to her?" I asked.
"They told you, silly. They'll question her, and question her, and question her, until she spills the nectarines!" Madiza said.
I assumed she meant beans, but decided not to try and pursue the case.
"What if she doesn't talk?"
"Then that would be real bad. She may make them angry. You wouldn't like them when they're angry." That didn't sound good to me.
"What will they do?"
"They'll take her soul, so she'll never get to heaven. They nearly did that to me. They took my mind, but I was too clever for them, oh yes. They never got my soul. No, they didn't at all. Hee hee hee hee!"
I turned to give Cara a look. To my surprise, she wasn't there! For a moment I thought that she had somehow managed to escape. Then I realized that she was down by my feet, clutching at the bars of the cage, with her back to me. I noticed that her shoulders were shaking. Madiza had retreated back into her corner, and was singing a song to herself, with musical backup from her chains, and Ben was doing what looked like meditating.
I crouched down by Cara's side. "Hey, you okay?" I asked. Then I noticed that she was crying. Tears were pouring down her face, and running in two rivers. She was just barely suppressing loud sobs. When I asked the question, she couldn't help letting one sob loose. Gently I pried her hands from the bars, and turned her to face me.
"Hey, what is it?" I asked in a soft voice. Cara lifted a hand to wipe her eyes, then choked out, "I'm scared, Matt. I don't know how we're going to get out of here, or what they're doing to Lucy, or even if we're going to get out of here, or anything. I don't know what to do, and that scares me. I want to go home!"
With that she started crying again. She tried to stop the tears, and failed. I pulled her forward, and allowed her to cry into my shoulder. "It's all right," I whispered. "It's all right." We sat like that for a really long time, me holding Cara, and her crying. At one point she sat up and wiped her face, murmuring, "I must seem terrible to you right now."
"No. You're just fine," I said. Then Cara got more tears, and we went back to square one. Eventually she fell asleep like that, curled into my side like a little cat. I sat up for a while, watching our fellow inmates, before I fell asleep too, leaning my head on Cara's. Despite the circumstances, I felt pretty good.
We watched as Lucy was taken away. I gripped the bars of the cage so hard that it hurt, as if that could somehow bring our friend back. When it was dark again, Madiza relit the candle. I hadn't even realized that it had gone out until she held a match to it again. I turned to her and Ben.
"What are they going to do to her?" I asked.
"They told you, silly. They'll question her, and question her, and question her, until she spills the nectarines!" Madiza said.
I assumed she meant beans, but decided not to try and pursue the case.
"What if she doesn't talk?"
"Then that would be real bad. She may make them angry. You wouldn't like them when they're angry." That didn't sound good to me.
"What will they do?"
"They'll take her soul, so she'll never get to heaven. They nearly did that to me. They took my mind, but I was too clever for them, oh yes. They never got my soul. No, they didn't at all. Hee hee hee hee!"
I turned to give Cara a look. To my surprise, she wasn't there! For a moment I thought that she had somehow managed to escape. Then I realized that she was down by my feet, clutching at the bars of the cage, with her back to me. I noticed that her shoulders were shaking. Madiza had retreated back into her corner, and was singing a song to herself, with musical backup from her chains, and Ben was doing what looked like meditating.
I crouched down by Cara's side. "Hey, you okay?" I asked. Then I noticed that she was crying. Tears were pouring down her face, and running in two rivers. She was just barely suppressing loud sobs. When I asked the question, she couldn't help letting one sob loose. Gently I pried her hands from the bars, and turned her to face me.
"Hey, what is it?" I asked in a soft voice. Cara lifted a hand to wipe her eyes, then choked out, "I'm scared, Matt. I don't know how we're going to get out of here, or what they're doing to Lucy, or even if we're going to get out of here, or anything. I don't know what to do, and that scares me. I want to go home!"
With that she started crying again. She tried to stop the tears, and failed. I pulled her forward, and allowed her to cry into my shoulder. "It's all right," I whispered. "It's all right." We sat like that for a really long time, me holding Cara, and her crying. At one point she sat up and wiped her face, murmuring, "I must seem terrible to you right now."
"No. You're just fine," I said. Then Cara got more tears, and we went back to square one. Eventually she fell asleep like that, curled into my side like a little cat. I sat up for a while, watching our fellow inmates, before I fell asleep too, leaning my head on Cara's. Despite the circumstances, I felt pretty good.
Answer to the age-old question
I know why a raven is like a writing desk! The answer is this: if you throw them out a window, both will fly. The difference is that the desk's flight time is a lot less than the raven's and it's landing is a lot rougher as well.
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