Now this one was a little different. Timed 15 minutes First sentence There was no time for sleep now.... and use the words vision, memory, gifts, and beckoning.
There was no time for sleep now that the ritual place and time had been decided. Now we must prepare since the beginning of memory for the tribe this ritual had been performed by the High Priestess and her children but with the flash flood only two months ago our new High Priestess would have to have a helper that was me. I had worked for the last Priestess and her family and since I had not been in her house that night I was assigned to help the new Priestess. What no one in the tribe was aware of was that I was a Priestess in my own right a Priestess of Marahat I had communed with Marahat and asked for the chance to be the new Priestess and this was the village’s interpretation of that wish. My visions were strong and I knew that Mallaleha would soon be just another gift for the Gods. As the sun rose on the western horizon I saw the line of villagers bearing gifts for the ritual in two days time. Mallaleha appeared in the doorway beckoning me inside the temple to begin the preparations. I felt a small twinge of guilt as I knew in two days time she would cease to exist and then my family line would hold the most powerful spot in the village. My children hidden in the swamps and high lands could come down and enjoy life as I wrote and dictated the rituals and spirituality of the tribe. What power what justice oh what vengeance would I hold in the palm of my deformed hand. What no one seemed to understand was that our deformity is what caused us to see the visions of the gods and was the only reason one of us always served the High Priestess without us she would be a shame a lie. Now it was time for one of us to hold the position. It was our birthright, our gift to make up for the imperfection the Gods had given us and one I was fully prepared to kill for.
Monday, June 21, 2010
Grab Bag #1
So for those of you who don't know. The assignment was 20 minutes timed and to use the words flash, starlight, alligator, nectar, sponge, and soda!!!
In a flash the time capsule moved through the starlight so fast that Lola could barely breathe. She turned her head to the right and seemed to watch time slow down on the small television screen there. Without another word she turned to the left and looked at Andrew as he moved with a purpose, working the knobs on the vast dash of the machine. Had she really thought this through? Should she have told him she was pregnant? At this point the baby looked like a small alligator in her body and the strange cravings where driving her crazy. Whenever she went to the store and asked for strawberry nectar the clerk looked at her like she was SpongeBob SquarePants. This trip was supposed to be quick yet it seemed like they had been here for hours she would kill at this point for a diet coke and soda crackers. Then he yelled “were here, Lola are you awake?” She answered him like she was in a tunnel then she saw the way he was staring at her belly, damn, she thought I should have told him. He had said there were only going 3 month into the future and they really hadn’t known if it would affect those inside the capsule, guess they had their answer to that question now huh? Damn! This was going to be a difficult experiment now he was going to be asking her if she was okay instead of how that affected the control group. Fuck! Fuck! This was shitty this was what happened when you spent too much time working on one project. Finally, he said something, “Lola when were you going to tell me? Is it mine?? There it was the universal question and how was she going to answer it deep breath, nope nothing there nothing smart to say on the tip of her tongue. Damn here goes yes it’s yours genius where else could I have gotten it
In a flash the time capsule moved through the starlight so fast that Lola could barely breathe. She turned her head to the right and seemed to watch time slow down on the small television screen there. Without another word she turned to the left and looked at Andrew as he moved with a purpose, working the knobs on the vast dash of the machine. Had she really thought this through? Should she have told him she was pregnant? At this point the baby looked like a small alligator in her body and the strange cravings where driving her crazy. Whenever she went to the store and asked for strawberry nectar the clerk looked at her like she was SpongeBob SquarePants. This trip was supposed to be quick yet it seemed like they had been here for hours she would kill at this point for a diet coke and soda crackers. Then he yelled “were here, Lola are you awake?” She answered him like she was in a tunnel then she saw the way he was staring at her belly, damn, she thought I should have told him. He had said there were only going 3 month into the future and they really hadn’t known if it would affect those inside the capsule, guess they had their answer to that question now huh? Damn! This was going to be a difficult experiment now he was going to be asking her if she was okay instead of how that affected the control group. Fuck! Fuck! This was shitty this was what happened when you spent too much time working on one project. Finally, he said something, “Lola when were you going to tell me? Is it mine?? There it was the universal question and how was she going to answer it deep breath, nope nothing there nothing smart to say on the tip of her tongue. Damn here goes yes it’s yours genius where else could I have gotten it
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Television Review
So just a little about me, I am the proverbial broke single mother with one young one still living at home. That said sometimes being broke and living paycheck to paycheck I have to make the "rob Peter to pay Paul" choices with my bills. With today's economy the thing that we have not had for the past two years is cable, and as most of you now probably know with the change in television this means not even local stations are free. But being a student the one thing I do have to have is internet so recently we signed up with some of those free television watching sites and I have become addicted to the new V show.
So I have been watching this "new" V show from the ABC network and I must say I rather enjoy it. Now you must understand why this simple statement is such a revelation. I am probably the biggest, hugest purist in the universe. If I saw the original and liked it that almost always means I hate the remake. For example, Willy Wonka loved the original; hate the remake sure Johnny Depp is a great actor and super hot too but his Willy Wonka is weird and pedophilic. Clash of the Titians love loved the original corny version and hated with a passion the new version no matter how fine Perseus was!!! Those are just to name a few, but this new V damn I love it almost as much as the original.
It seems to me that there are really only one of two ways to go about making a remake. First choice is an exact remake with just an update on the tech used but for this to be really effective it has to be an exact remake no adding to the story line or small changes will make you lose your audience. This is what the team working on V have done and let me tell you it works. Changing the characters and even their names moves me out of the nostalgia realm and right into theirs, damn hook line and slam dunk
I give it 3 out of 4 stars
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Disappointment
This is from 12/2007 also
I am up one day and down the next sometimes it feels like I am crazy and this makes me know I am not. I want so many things for my life and the lives of my children. I love my daughter dearly but I think she will never know that and I can't really blame it on anyone but myself. Sure I have anger and disappointment within my family. How would you feel if your Mother didn't want you and your Father didn't care. The thought of family makes me weep and cringe. How can these people claim to care about you then try to emotionally kill you the next. The irony of it all is my mother and I will probably never be more than people tied together by blood and I have somehow kept that cycle going with my own daughter.
I am up one day and down the next sometimes it feels like I am crazy and this makes me know I am not. I want so many things for my life and the lives of my children. I love my daughter dearly but I think she will never know that and I can't really blame it on anyone but myself. Sure I have anger and disappointment within my family. How would you feel if your Mother didn't want you and your Father didn't care. The thought of family makes me weep and cringe. How can these people claim to care about you then try to emotionally kill you the next. The irony of it all is my mother and I will probably never be more than people tied together by blood and I have somehow kept that cycle going with my own daughter.
Free
This is originally from 12/2007
have u ever been just so lost and confused by people or places ready to just give up to feel the sweet release of quiet where ur mind just stops making so much noise that release can be the best friend u have ever had oh quiet what i would give up just to have quiet to stop the racing and the screaming the voices and the anger i pray for it to stop the pounding and crying make them stop make them stop i think the dreams are the worst the visions of blood draining from ur arms but ur not scared ur almost happy elated freed and to know that some people would be so hurt to know that is how u feel
have u ever been just so lost and confused by people or places ready to just give up to feel the sweet release of quiet where ur mind just stops making so much noise that release can be the best friend u have ever had oh quiet what i would give up just to have quiet to stop the racing and the screaming the voices and the anger i pray for it to stop the pounding and crying make them stop make them stop i think the dreams are the worst the visions of blood draining from ur arms but ur not scared ur almost happy elated freed and to know that some people would be so hurt to know that is how u feel
Delight
Delightfully they fill me with joy and love
Caressing, licking, touching me
soft sweet moans echo in the prelit dawn as
our three bodies collide.
Soft slaps, giggles and raw sensual powers
as first me girl touches my sweet soft spot
them he slides over to caress and touch my spot.
He lies on his back as first she then I ride
his love bringing on wave after wave of
fulfillment. His back arched with pleasure,
eyes closed, mouth open, sharp slow intakes
of breath as he reaches that peak.
Watching him slide in and out of her as I
lick him. Feeling wave after wave of
delight as we lay there in the afterglow.
Amani Darby 8/02
Caressing, licking, touching me
soft sweet moans echo in the prelit dawn as
our three bodies collide.
Soft slaps, giggles and raw sensual powers
as first me girl touches my sweet soft spot
them he slides over to caress and touch my spot.
He lies on his back as first she then I ride
his love bringing on wave after wave of
fulfillment. His back arched with pleasure,
eyes closed, mouth open, sharp slow intakes
of breath as he reaches that peak.
Watching him slide in and out of her as I
lick him. Feeling wave after wave of
delight as we lay there in the afterglow.
Amani Darby 8/02
Demon Dance
Swirling colors surround me,
possess me,dominate my vision
and purge my mind of all thought.
Purples collide with greens
forming diamond shapes
on the backdrop of my skin.
Calling me they slip and slide
into my living world.
Demons hide in those colors calling me
Join us in our demon dance
I joined them for only a minute
now I'm lost.
Amani Darby 7/00
possess me,dominate my vision
and purge my mind of all thought.
Purples collide with greens
forming diamond shapes
on the backdrop of my skin.
Calling me they slip and slide
into my living world.
Demons hide in those colors calling me
Join us in our demon dance
I joined them for only a minute
now I'm lost.
Amani Darby 7/00
Dispair
This is from April 2008
Have you ever had a conversation with your self that lead to a deep despair? Have you ever been sitting in a room crowded with your friends and felt so alone your heart could bust? Have you been to this deep dark pit of self doubt and fear?
Everyone thinks that life should be this easy thing that living just for the purpose of living should be great but I am here to tell you that life is not some easy thing. No simple walk down easy street, no kiss and he says he loves you. Life is messy and ugly it is filled with anger and violence, with danger and fear, with self-doubt and hatred. Can you feel those things creeping up on you no matter how hard you work to stuff those horrible emotions back into there cage, no matter how hard they bite and kick and scream to be free?
Could you imagine a world were everyone simply did as there minds suggested? And I wonder how many of you think that those things about life are bad for some of us it is the only way we can feel alive. Some of us are like cardboard houses held together by tape and twine. My tape and twine is anger and regret, hopelessness and violence they hold my house together and sometimes its the only reason I get up in the morning. Not this glib belief that GOD will make my life better ha ha that’s funny who's the judge of my life being better you, me, some messed up kid on the street. There is no judge because life is the mess that you make of it and no one can make it better for you but you.
Well now that I have ranted and raved maybe I will not kill some random stranger just for breathing.
Have you ever had a conversation with your self that lead to a deep despair? Have you ever been sitting in a room crowded with your friends and felt so alone your heart could bust? Have you been to this deep dark pit of self doubt and fear?
Everyone thinks that life should be this easy thing that living just for the purpose of living should be great but I am here to tell you that life is not some easy thing. No simple walk down easy street, no kiss and he says he loves you. Life is messy and ugly it is filled with anger and violence, with danger and fear, with self-doubt and hatred. Can you feel those things creeping up on you no matter how hard you work to stuff those horrible emotions back into there cage, no matter how hard they bite and kick and scream to be free?
Could you imagine a world were everyone simply did as there minds suggested? And I wonder how many of you think that those things about life are bad for some of us it is the only way we can feel alive. Some of us are like cardboard houses held together by tape and twine. My tape and twine is anger and regret, hopelessness and violence they hold my house together and sometimes its the only reason I get up in the morning. Not this glib belief that GOD will make my life better ha ha that’s funny who's the judge of my life being better you, me, some messed up kid on the street. There is no judge because life is the mess that you make of it and no one can make it better for you but you.
Well now that I have ranted and raved maybe I will not kill some random stranger just for breathing.
