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deathcab4u must write - Subscribe
in times of serious crazies i tend to throw an entry down on my old friend, Aeonity.

the sparse manic entries that i scribble

i miss writing, i want to write

must write


I recently subjected myself to an ordeal of patience, compassion and enlightenment.

"Be careful what you wish for," or some variation of the proverb.

Enlightenment whooped my ass. Exhausted physically and mentally. Stability has been a day to day, hour to hour mystery.

Anxiety can strike like those expensive military drones. A missile of fast breath, tight chest and confusion.

I think anxiety is a respectable opponent. A dirty weapon, not to be underestimated.

Those peddling fear know the power of anxiety.

Fortunately, though, fear is hollow.

Pushed back by the flame of a pure heart. Shattered by the piercing blow of sharp intellect. Softened by compassion. Defeated with patience. Outwitted by simplicity.

Fear has no place in my life, cast aside with hope. Neither have substance, and I will not cling to either.
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Mood: anxious
I hear: The Cure

deathcab4u Low Energy Jan 11th, 2010 2:58:42 pm - Subscribe
Been up late for too many nights in a row and I feel pretty damn tired finally. I hate when things catch up to me. I run run run, push push push, try to get away with as much as I can.

Pushing limits of my sanity, society and political correctness on a daily basis.

It isn't that I am extremely active and busy, I just cannot get the rest I require even for my lazy lifestyle.

Anyways, although much of my current physical status is due to lack of sleep I am also guilty of a few things I want to change. I need to eat healthier, stop smoking and exercise.

Typical things most people want to do, things that I need to do. My body has changed in the last 2 years and it bothers me more than I let myself think.

Step 1: Get proper rest. If I could get my sleep schedule straight I would actually have time for eating better and exercising.

Those three things would help my life so much, physically and mentally. It would make the bi-polar more friendly too.
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Mood: out of shape, tired, hopeful
I hear: Kill Hannah

deathcab4u while you sleep Jan 3rd, 2010 5:54:59 pm - Subscribe
I have had a nauseating vortex of thoughts lately. I cant focus but I ponder over fleeting ideas for a few moments before the next idea or distraction.

I guess I am coming to accept that bipolar is real. I am doing pretty great the last few months though. I have learned how to do this without medication pretty well.

I decided that it is part of who I am and I don't want to take pills to change that.

Writing my thoughts seems to be an effective way for me to cope. The things I wouldn't burden a friend with or don't care to discuss with people I know can be thrown off into the void of the netz. Sure some people I know might read it but it's on their own time and effort. I can be sure I am not being a downer to them.

As soon as I can concentrate again I want to plan a day to take photographs somewhere. Not sure where yet but I need to take more pictures.

I will be 23 years old in a month and a half. A sense of urgency to take more steps towards my goals is grabbing hold.
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Mood: dizzy
I hear: Something Corporate(a guilty pleasure of mine)

deathcab4u Motivation Dec 28th, 2009 9:19:26 pm - Subscribe
I feel motivated to pursue my goals now that I am less upset over the premature ending of what I thought was a nice relationship. I was her first boyfriend so I was silly to think we would make any real connection after all I've been through.


But that motivation thing. I am having non stop day dreams about photography, my media company I am working on and it excites me.

I need to go go go and realize some of these dreams once all the holiday madness dissipates.

Normally I am not hostage to the festivities but my life has become so social as of late that I am low on energy and time for myself.

Time to regroup and re-focus on what I love.
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Mood: motivated but no gas in the tank
I hear: Kill Hanna - Radio

deathcab4u Don't Sleep Dec 23rd, 2009 7:36:26 am - Subscribe
..and everything felt good until I fell asleep. There in my dreams I was vulnerable and haunted by the painful memories of bad things that never happened..

...another piece of my heart handed away. The hole left behind to be filled by her love. Instead darkness sinks in, cold tendrils of despair tighten. For it isn't her that the boy desires now...it is a longing to love and to be loved...
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Mood: sad
I hear: video games in the other room

deathcab4u fail... Dec 21st, 2009 9:33:09 pm - Subscribe
Fooled again.

Never been led on this bad.

I knew better but I fell for her anyways.

The saddest part?

I will let it happen again and again and again with each girl I fall for.

Where are the girls that are meant for guys like me?

...or is that just a dream I will chase to my grave...
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Mood: ugh...
I hear: Jimmy Eat World - Clarity

deathcab4u Merry X-Mas Dec 18th, 2009 5:02:49 pm - Subscribe
Well it's that time of year again.

Friday nights are pretty low key around the apartment. For me it's the end of a long 6 day work week. I would say I look forward to enjoying my day off (saturdays) but it's always the busiest day of the week.

Getting a new bed delivered, need to do some shopping to support the economy, er...christmas.

OH....and I am going to meet my girlfriends parents. This has never phased me in all my life....until now. Usually I get away with meeting a girls parents the first few times in passing...a few brief chats when i pick a girl up for a date.

This event is some sort of making cookies and hanging out for the day shit and its a bit of a thing because her sister is in town for the holiday.

WHO WILL BE MY GET AWAY DRIVER?!

No good excuses lined up for leaving if I get awkward. I guess it's because i have been feeling pretty 'emo' the past few days and not interested in chatting up parents.

WISH ME LUCK. I'm sure my charm will kick in. It always does.
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Mood: discombobulated
I hear: Head Automatica

deathcab4u Hello, Link on my Favorites Bar Nov 9th, 2009 3:46:32 pm - Subscribe
For sake of simplicity I use Safari.

It has a nice little favorites bar.

This Blog is on that bar.

It's crazy how I can see something everyday and not really notice it or give real thought to it.

Today was weird for me. I convinced myself of something silly. But I held to my decision about silly thoughts like that, which is not to get carried away by them.

Go figure that I was right and that i was thinkin crazy thoughts. Closer and closer to handling my feelings I am.

Soon my roommate will be home. Hello Duvel Golden Ale and dicking around on my iPhone.

Well, Open Office should be downloaded by now (Was super slow to getting it on this comp). Going to update the good ol resume and get busy.

Money is the only thing I like more than women or myself...and the best thing in the world is all of those things together at the same time!
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Mood: pleased with myself
I hear: The Avett Brothers-I and Love and You

deathcab4u Goals Sep 17th, 2008 12:29:01 am - Subscribe
Currently:

Quitting Jimmy Johns and beginning at Dominos starting monday. Offer to be assistant manager at Halloween Express with Lauren.

As far as money goes making more would be nice but in the long run I think time to devote to personal development, school and volunteering will be more important than paying off all my bills a little faster.

Plan A:
Within a week of today have requested professional letters of recommendation from 5 people and ask that they have them to me within 2 weeks of request. Within 1 week of receiving the letters have applied to three Wilderness Therapy Schools on the list provided by a friend. Also contact family in Oregon and Utah to explain plans and request hospitality if I am selected and accept a job offer.

Also, within a week find information for CPR and First Aid Certifications and get that done within 3 weeks if possible.

If invited to go to a training session and hired I will move be moving out of state and must complete obvious preparations for making such a move.

Plan B:
If not selected for a field instructor position at this time request feedback about what to do to to be hirable for that type of work. Take Action on feedback.

In addition volunteer with High School Youth Group and/or Boy Scouts. In January Take EMT courses. In the summer work at a youth summer camp to gain more experience in that area. Re-apply to Wilderness Therapy Schools in the end of the summer.

Also currently I must talk to my father about money for current tuition and maybe some money to help with my vehicle registration. Must also cut back discretionary spending.
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Mood: sick and tired...make my cold go away!
I hear: The Avett Brothers

deathcab4u Rainy Day Sep 4th, 2008 2:46:29 am - Subscribe
Sometimes I feel like I am a character in a movie.


Except...


In movies even the guy I play ends up with some sort of resolution.


I don't want to be at the end of my story in any sense, but it sure feels like I experience a lot of conflict for so little reward or consolation.


On the bright side, Poison Oak Media is kicking off. An idea I had a year ago is finally coming to realization with the help of my best friend. Our combined skills is what the company needed to become something real.


I am really excited and am planning on putting a lot of effort into this renewed initiative.


I had to call in sick due to anxiety attack again so I figured I'd make good use of my day. I feel like we did well, I got a lot done and am a step closer to doing something I love to survive.
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Mood: angsty
I hear: Blue Mountain - Rainy Day

deathcab4u Boop Beep Boop Sep 3rd, 2008 12:18:57 am - Subscribe
Re-activated my emusic account and got 75 free downloads. I got to pick up some music ive wanted to for awhile now and some new stuff too.

I doownloaded music from:

Vampire Weekend
The Gaslight Anthem
Damien Jurado
Dr Manhattan
Blue Mountain
Frightened Rabbit

I am a really big fan of Alt Country, stuff like Nitty Gritty Dirt Band, Son Volt, Wilco and stuff that has a little twang ya know what I mean?

I really enjoy that bluegrassy touch to country.
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Mood: funky

deathcab4u FAT TIRE Sep 1st, 2008 1:56:54 am - Subscribe
Another lovely Sunday.

I have one day off from work each week and I try to make it the BEST day of the week.

Today I went to church and then met with my bro's for bible study. Then we went to the Guitar Center and one of my friends bought a Synth for their band.

After that 3 of us went to a little pub in town and had a pint of Fat Tire and some sandwiches, it was fantastic!

Always good to have a pint before 20s group bible study. And then another one after bible study? Yes please!

SO yeah, after 20s group 8 of us went to a different bar for a pint f Hacker Pshorr and it was a great time.

MORAL of the STORY: 2 Pints of Beer, 2 Bible Studies, Church and the best friends you could ask for make up an amazing sunday.


I recommend it to anyone who loves the lord and cold beer as much as me!


K, well I think I work tomorrow so I'm going to get some sleep and pray to god that I do his will and work wherever he places me. And I might plead like a child for it to be somewhere else sooon lulz.

I know that His work needs to be done everywhere in the world, and that this might even be the place I make the connection to my next step of life, that or its just building characer /sigh.
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Mood: content
I hear: Conor Oberst - Cape Canaveral

deathcab4u HOLY SMOKES Aug 21st, 2008 3:14:40 am - Subscribe
WOW

WOW

WOW

I remembered this blog today and GO FIGURE, it still exists. My GUTS SPLATTERED all over a page on the internet!

Well I'll be damned, I can't resist the urge to post and to read about myself because i don't know who I am anymore =*(

Funny the things we do when we are stressed and tired. Lost and confused. I'd write in a journal but its in the car and I def prefer typing. Also, the feeling that this may be read is comforting in a weird way. YEAH OK.

Anyways, 2am and I am guess I should hit the sack and try to keep my cool. ALL I WANT TO DO IS LET OUT A LITTLE STEAM AND RELEASE SOME TENSION!

k thx ttyl

EDIT: Ok I read some entries from when I was with B. If I learned anything its that spending so much time with a person and obsessing over them is recipe for disaster. YIKES. lol. I will not let that happen again. Personal time > Needy Relationships.
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Mood: emotional
I hear: Against Me - Impact

deathcab4u Like A Pirate Aug 15th, 2007 11:36:35 am - Subscribe
What What?

Oh yeah, it's me. Mr. Ross "MC"

It's true, I'm adding an entry to my Aeonity Blog. I used to post on this every day! Sometimes more. Sadly, it was mostly because I was looking for someone, anyone to hear my young troubles and perceived teenage strife.

It's weird to change a blog over from the diary entries of a teenager to something that is more modern to my current situation.

I think I am going to start using a blog to talk about photography and travel. But...I am going to see about creating a new account for that because I would prefer to seperate the old life from the new.

So for what is most likely the last of my intimate posts on Aeonity I am going to add a few things. In case anyone remembers me.

About a month ago my fiance broke up with me because the relationship was not working. FIghting, arguing, crying, anger and a couple days a week that were magicvaly wonderful. I wan't on my bipolar medication and she has her own problems as well, so it was a bad situation.

Well, after that I went to South Dakota, for a field geology trip for 10 DAYS! It was super fantastic and I loved every day of it. We studied the Black Hills, Devils Tower, Bear Butte, Jewel Cave and the Badlands.

I made many new friends and even started to date this amazing young lady I met on the trip.

Shes very good for me as far as personality and pursuits. As well as where she is in her life with growing up.

I'm taking care of myself. Taking my meds, taking my happiness into my own hands and setting goals and plans for my future.

All in all it working out so far.

That is my month in a nutshell, and I wish everyone happiness. I am going to come up with an account for the super awesome blog to present Mr. Ross' amazing photography and adventures! Yey, awesome, woohooo!
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Mood: changed
I hear: Crickets...no, seriously, my back yard is full of them.

graphoetti Her Broken Wings (Part Ten) Jun 14th, 2007 4:11:27 am - Subscribe
by Phoebe Lee Mathius

"You,
who have shown me great
and severe troubles,
shall revive me again,
and bring me up again
from the depths of the
earth."
-Psalm 71:20

"C'mon! Here's our chance, Liv! Let's go!" Shyne cajoled whilst tugging at Liv's right arm.
"Shyne, don't be deaf to reason!" her friend pleaded.
"I most certainly am not deaf. And I'm not the one who should listen. You should!" Shyne hissed back indignantly, poking Liv's chest with her index finger.
Liv gasped. "Shyne! Wh-What's that behind you?"
"Oh, what is it NOW?" Shyne exclaimed in impatience and spun around.

Just yards away, stood a salivating Temptor. It began charging towards her, but Shyne was too stunned to react. Behind her she could hear Liv calling her name.

"Shyne...!"

The Temptor was almost atop her now. It raised its paw to swipe her.

"SHHHHYYYYNNNNNEEE!" Liv screamed.

******

She was here.

Yet, she was not.

Tyachar sat watching her. She was staring right at him. But she wasn't really...looking. It was like he wasn't there at all. Like she was staring right through him. Rising, he walked over to her and tapped her lightly on her shoulder.

"Shyne?"

She jumped. Her face was pale white and she was breathing hard.

"Is everything...alright?" Tyachar asked, crouching in front of her.

She still wasn't looking at him.

"Shyne?"

She slowly pointed at something behind him. His knuckles clenched. It could only mean one thing.

In one fluid motion, he grabbed his dagger and clicking its hilt, spun around to face his adversary. The dagger grew into his scimitar and he was ready.

He saw nothing at first. And then,

He did. Tyachar adjusted his focus to identify his opponent.

As realization entered his eyes, he suddenly lowered his weapon and keeled over laughing. Shyne was aghast in puzzlement.

"What's so funny?" questioned a voice from the shadows.

A girl's, thought Shyne. Sure enough, a girl emerged out of the thick darkness moments later. She had a hood on, which she pulled back slowly, revealing her long dark hair and the features on her face. In the light of the crackling fires, her countenance was most attractive, and her eyes, somewhat demure. When the girl caught Shyne gazing at her, she smirked. Flipping her hair, she looked at Tyachar and said, "Two-timing me, are you Ty?"

Something tugged at Shyne when she heard what the friendly stranger had said. She became flustered and looked away briefly to hide away her mixed emotions.

She didn't even understand why she reacted. Surely, she didn't care! She convinced herself. She couldn't possibly have been attracted to Tyachar in any way, she reasoned. Why, he was practically a stranger!

No chance of that happening anyway, Shyne went on thinking, he has a lover.

"I'd like you to meet Hedera," Tyachar laughingly announced, introducing his reluctant friend to the royal heir.

Somebody as responsible and as good looking as he, couldn't possibly stay single for long! Shyne smiled to herself. Especially when a girl like Hedera was around. A LADY like her couldn't stand a chance in the rough woods! she merrily chuckled to herself, whilst shaking her head in amusement.

"And WHAT, pray tell, is so humorous, missy?" Hedera snapped, her eyes narrowing.

"Oh!" Shyne broke away from her train of thought and fumbled for an answer. "Nothing concerning you, that is for certain." She smiled genuinely and curtsied.

"Careful, Era. She's...," Tyachar began.

"Shyne!" Shyne interjected. "That's right. I'm Shyne. And I am very pleased to meet you, Hedera."

Hedera softened. Turning to Tyachar, she said, "Do you have anything to eat? I am absolutely starving!"

"Is Era actually having a Bad hunting day?" Tyachar teased, handing Hedera a piece of roasted hare. "Oh, shut it! It's hard to hunt in the dark!" Era justified herself, glaring at him. Tyachar laughed. Shyne could've sworn Hedera had looked at her through the corner of her eye. She quickly straightened up and said, "I can hardly see in the dark myself."

A satisfied look on her face, Hedera continued hacking away at her meat.

Tyachar sobered and turned to Shyne. "But you saw Era in the shadows! That was pretty amazing for one who claims to be almost blind when in the dark," he said incredulously, looking intently at her. Shyne wasn't sure what to say and just held his gaze. Hedera rose instantly. "How ever more horrid can you ever be to me?" she exclaimed in anger. "I merely teased. I didn't DO ANYTHING!" Tyachar retorted, rising from his seat.

Silence.

"I'm heading to your Granny's." Hedera said quietly. "Be my guest!" Tyachar replied angrily. Shyne sat, gaping - upset at what Tyachar had just said. Hedera nodded curtly at Shyne, picked up her things and left.

"Gosh, I'm so sorry. I have no idea what's eating her. She's really a nicer person around us." Tyachar scrambled for reasons to save them from the growing awkwardness.

"What's wrong with you? Go after her!"

"What? But she was the one who came bustling in unannounced! And she was the one getting all upset over something that didn't matter!" he replied, confused.

"You daft oaf! Who cares? You are courting her, are you not? She has the right to be angry with you! Now, please go get her!"

He was frowning and didn't utter a word fo the longest of moments. The longest Shyne could remember. She hadn't seen him so vexed and was quite afraid.

Tyachar noticed this and softened.

"Please." Shyne pleaded.

He shook his head in amusement. "You women," he said, smiling quietly before disappearing into the shadows.

Shyne stood smiling at the place where Tyachar was before he left. He's not so bad a guy after all. Too bad he's taken.
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Mood: peachy
I hear: completed Part Ten. If you're lost, go to http://pockettissues.blogspot.com for easier navigation.

graphoetti Her Broken Wings (Part Nine) May 15th, 2007 5:56:22 am - Subscribe
by Phoebe Lee Mathius

"He calms the storm,
So that its waves are still.
Then they are glad because they are quiet;
So He guides them to their desired haven."
-Psalm 107:29-30

He sipped his drink out of a tin cup and watched her nibble at a bit of meat.

He had had a very good day of hunting. There were wild hares in the open fields, and he had shot five. He had started a second fire (the first had his best pot nestled comfortably on it brewing tea); preparing the meat and finally roasting it over a, by then, stoked up fire. Much stronger than the first.

Shyne had stirred a number of times in her disgruntled sleep, eyelids shooting up each time. Tyachar would then place his hand over her eyes, placing a gentle pressure over her eyes and then she would return to the interim-comatose.

He watched both fires lick at the bottom of the pot and at the roasting meat. His eyes trailed back to the pot of tea, his head shaking in amusement. How did she -? He shook his head, not being able to picture her combing the floors of the forest for wild berries and flowers. He was impressed at her strength. He had thought all royalty were well, sissies.

The tea was ready, so he had taken it off the fire. When the waters settled, he saw the deep red brew and realized that he was thirsty. The tea felt good down his throat.

Two hours later had found him drinking his third cup of tea...with Shyne. He had wanted her to sink her teeth into the roasted meat first and had waited patiently for her to awaken. She was appreciative of this gesture and had commented that his roast had been most delicious. He saw her smile and he was thrilled.

"It's the sauce. Really. My grandmother taught me how to put that together," he explained.

She chuckled and said, "You learnt well. Teach me sometime."

"Oh, that I will. We'll have to take turns with these culinary activities. Can't be cooking all the time now, can I?

Both laughed and continued their witty, small banters. Eventually, both fell silent.

"Shyne...?"
"Yeah?"
"Why are you out here?"

Shyne was silent. Her lips had begun parting to speak but she pursed them shut again. Tears had begun welling in her eyes. Blinking them back she quietly said,

"I... I don't know."

"He turns rivers into a wilderness,
And the watersprings into dry ground;
A fruitful land into barrenness,
For the wickedness of those who dwell in it."
- Psalm 107:33-34
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Mood: rested
I hear: written Part Nine! Thanks for your continual support! dropby http://herbrokenwings.blogspot.com if you're confused in any way.

graphoetti Paper Aeroplanes Apr 27th, 2007 1:11:07 am - Subscribe
Go here to hear it: http://usemath.multiply.com/

Paper Aeroplanes (a work in progress...)
Music and Lyrics by Phoebe Lee Mathius

Paper aeroplane
it flies
i remain
and i'm left envious
wishing i
was engineered
to fly, to
disappear
to where there
are no fears
where i can
rest in knowing
you are near...

i'm too afraid
of moving
i'm seeing red
instead of green
i'm feeling dead
though living
i'm moving straight
when i should be
turning...

How can i breakaway
when everything moves in a wheel
Can i just step ahead
when everything else lays so still
i need to get to you
before i lose sight of
everything hoped for
and everything yearned for
in...

paper aeroplanes
they unfold
yet i'm the same
i wish to be
that piece of white
heaving darkness to the light...

i'm too afraid
to trust in
Him that has made
love always win
i should be dead
i'm living
indeed i've strayed
but i'm still
dreaming...

How can i breakaway
when everything moves in a wheel
Can i just step ahead
when everything else lays so still
i need to get to you
before i lose sight of
everything hoped for
and everything yearned for
in...

You.
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Mood: determined
I hear: taken a break from writing fiction awhile and decided to concentrate on some music. Wrote this recently and recorded a minute's worth as a demo for a friend. thought you guys might like to hear it too. Haha if so....

graphoetti Her Broken Wings (Part Eight) Apr 11th, 2007 6:34:43 am - Subscribe
...Getting confused? Visit: http://herbrokenwings.blogspot.com/ if you think you need a little more order. *chuckles*



“For You have armed me with strength for the battle;
You have subdued under me
those who rose up against me.
You have also given me the necks of my enemies,
So that I destroyed those who hated me.”
Psalm 18:39-40


The water was cold…

…and dirty with the black blood of a Temptor.

Soon, the scimitar gleamed in the light of dawn. Holding it by its hilt, he wiped it dry. After it was sheathed, it folded into a dagger again. He smiled at the convenience, as he replaced his weapon in his belt.

He looked into the sky. It was still very dark.

She stirred.

He froze, not knowing what to expect.

****

Her vision was a swirling warp of colors, but for just a second. Eyelids, shooting up, she leapt up suddenly - her ears attentive to any foreign sound.

However, she had forgotten the harrowing night her body had endured the previous night. Too weak, she fell to the ground.

“Whoa there, filly.” He emerged from the shadows, hands raised and chuckling. She looked up, fear gripping her heart. “It’s quite alright. I’m the guy who saved you, remember?” he tried to assure her. She didn’t budge.

He squatted by her and held out his hand. “I’m Tyachar. Call me Ty.”

She eyed him suspiciously. “Lady Shyne.” She responded curtly, and reached out to shake his hand. But she couldn’t. Her back was in putrid condition, and everything ached. She slumped to the ground, writhing in pain.

He watched her, a grim expression on his face. It would’ve been easier if she were dead, he thought. “Let me see, Milady,” he said to her quietly, “I want to help.”

She nodded, trembling in agony. She would’ve given anything that very moment to tear that pain away from her. Anything.

****
He held his breath. She was reeking of the stench of rotten blood. He had tried unraveling the makeshift bandages she had used to wrap around her wound but it had hurt her too much. Nevertheless, Shyne had done a pretty good job as the bandages had prevented serious infection.

He had made her a bitter drink, some pounded root and leaves served in a coconut shell. It was a concoction his grandmother had taught him, an instant anesthetic. He needed to stitch her wound well, and for that Shyne would need to be unconscious.

And that she was.

He watched her for a bit. Shyne looked better somewhat, sleeping. Calm and almost smiling. The sun was now high in the sky. Her cheeks and forehead were plastered in smudges of dried blood and mud. He scooped some water from the river and he began cleaning her face, and her arms.

He smiled. She was beautiful.

He carefully turned her, that her back would face him. He tore her shirt away as it was filthy. Taking a deep breath, he began work on the holes in her back. He first removed the dried leaves and straps of cloth that she had used to wrap her wound with. It wasn’t a pretty sight. He cleaned her entire back, taking care to use a special mixture when he came to an open wound, as that would act as an antiseptic cream, to prevent further infection. He had considered cutting off a bit of skin from her thigh to help with the stitching, but then decided against it, as the wounds were already beginning to close. The stitches would help it heal quicker; avoid more blood loss and contagion.

Snip.

His penknife cut off the last bit of thread. It was over. He tied around her body, a layer of leaves he’d collected and bits of cloth torn from his sleeves. He pulled his only other shirt over her head and turned her over again.

He stood and stretched. His joints ached from cramps. He shook himself and drew out his dagger. This time he clicked the hilt twice. It began to elongate into a bow. He stringed it and tested its elasticity. He started a fire by Shyne to keep wild beasts away. Then, grabbing a few arrows, he headed into the nearby woods.

When he returned, he found Shyne still asleep. But there was something cooking over the fire. He saw stalks of flowers and wild berries about. He stepped closer to the pot and took a quick whiff.

He smiled. Tea.
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Mood: swell
I hear: Written part 8!!! For previous episodes, click "Next Page". OR IF you're...

graphoetti Her Broken Wings (Part Seven) Mar 8th, 2007 4:50:32 am - Subscribe


Her Broken Wings (Part Seven)
by Phoebe Lee Mathius

"His mouth is full of cursing and deceit and oppression;
Under his tongue is trouble and iniquity.
He sits in the lurking places of the villages;
In the secret places he murders the innocent;
His eyes are secretly fixed on the helpless.
He lies in wait secretly, as a lion in his den;

So he crouches, he lies low,
That the helpless may fall by his strength."
Psalm 10:7-8, 10

"This is
my story...,
my life."

Her last thought -- as her body lay dead, after being flung against an old tree trunk. Temptors began crowding around her body, hissing madly, not unlike vultures.

“Lord, I’m sorry for running away,” she heaved.

As she did so, she heard a distant yell. The Temptor-buzzards being stunned at first, all began to scatter -- save one.

“Cowards! Why do you run?” Shyne’s replica screeched at the fleeing others.

Snarling, she picked Shyne up by her neck and swung round to face her challenger.

“It’sssss you!” she hissed, waving her limp victim in the air.

Shyne heard a chuckle. Squinting from where she was, she saw a blurred silhouette of a young man staring up at her.

“Help me,” she mouthed.

“Hang in there,” he said to her.

And that was the last she saw.

Turning to Shyne’s hideous identical, he asked as-a-matter-of-factly, “Who did you expect, Jour?”

The very second her name was mentioned, Jour’s countenance began to morph back into that of a demon.

Obviously angered by this, Jour screeched.

“Ssss I am not Jour, I am SSHHhhyne!”

“Stop kidding yourself, Jour.” He retorted, turning to the crumpled body in Jour’s grasp. “I guess that’s her name, then?”

“Ssss Not anymore-sss! Not after I’m through with her-sss,” Jour cackled. “Then I will be SHhhyne!”

“Gimme the girl, Jour, and you won’t get hurt. You want to live, don’t you?”

“Come and get her, fool!”

“I was hoping you’d say that,” the young man muttered. Drawing a tiny dagger from his belt, he pressed a trigger secreted on its hilt -- activating it. As he assumed his battle position, his dagger grew into a gleaming scimitar in his hand.

Jour reared her head and roared. “You will regret this day, o prince of fools!”

Scimitar and determination in hand, the young man lunged at the creature.

A battle ensued.

“In you, o Lord, I put my trust;
Let me never be put to shame.”
Psalm 71:1
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Mood: determined
I hear: written Part Seven. Yay, Phoebe! Those who have missed the parts prior to this episode, navigate my blog by clicking “Next Page” or go through my “Archives”. Hope you’ve found “Her Broken Wings” to your liking. Thank you for your support!

deathcab4u MPG Feb 28th, 2007 9:12:09 pm - Subscribe
I had a pleasant surprise today as I drove home from Brittany's today.

I filled the gas tank on my 99 Toyota Corolla with the mid-grade gasoline.

304 miles later in Madison, WI I filled my tank again and much to my surprise, my miles per gallon were remarkable.

The car is advertised to get 36 on the highway, but when I calculated it came up as 39 miles per gallon!

Even with an error margin of say...2 miles per gallon that's still an incredible 37 miles to the gallon.

Why is this so crazy to me?!

In my 90 Grand Caravan SE I would usually get as low as 16 MPG on the highway and rarely over 18 city driving.

It costs me around $60 to make my 800+ miles round trip.

What a deal!

Alrighty...that was sure to be a very cheesy entry.

Good night Aeonity Bloggers. After such a drive this young man is off to bed.
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Mood: mucho exhausted