Just thought you'd like to know, because you are eager Minions who care about these things, that I have apparently started Book 7. Ten thousand words written since Friday.
And some of them even make sense.
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«Oldest ‹Older 3801 – 4000 of 4772 Newer› Newest»Someone else take the first post.
I don't want it.
Ok, post now.
1st
*grins sadly*
And there you go.
I'm going to...uh...leave now.
Bye, blogland.
*vanishes*
I dedicate this one to Mist.
*tears suddenly spring to eyes*
I have to go now
*stomps out of room*
Eve please don't be sad.
...Now I feel awful...
uh...
i suppose i'll go...
*sighs*
I'm still here.
Well, I'm BACK anyway.
Nixion, don't go, Eve, come back...
*sags and sits down by tree*
*starts crying as rain comes*
Zathract Mist sat on a worn and blackened log, one of four, positioned in front of a campfire. Sparky had left to sleep, to get some rest and to recover, she had said, but Zathract knew that it was in the childish hope that she would wake up to find it had all been a dream. He did not think any less of her, partly because he could not do much but hope either. His own experience beat him and tossed him out into the cold left to drink and hurt. Perhaps he would go and copy her actions had he not already been in the same situation three times now, and already knew that it was no use, and that he felt even worse that he had to begin with when realizing it hadn't simply been a dream. It didn't make coping with it any easier though.
Nixion Strange sat opposite him, obscured by the fire that crackled in front of him. To her left was Star Midnight, rambling about Llamas. Val had also departed the scene but Lynxia Lost and Eve the ROCK remained beside the fire. The three girls chatted and engage in conversation like three friends should while Nixion listened, having nothing to contribute with.
Zathract was not listening. He had no interest in the conversation. It was all muffled, faded to him, irrelevant an unimportant. Non of it mattered. He was half buried in sadness and depression and drenched in disbelief. Tears did not spill out over his face, but they weren't far from it and he had to fight them and try to hold them at bay. The barricades wouldn't hold though, he knew. His eyes gazed into the crackling flame in front of him but Zathract did not see it. Instead his mind drifted and wondered back to the past seven days, some of the only truly happy days of his life. The days that were gone now, taken, snatched from him, robbing him of most of his dignity.
Zathract was known for holding grudges and had a bloody past, but he had no anger directed at Eve or anyone else at this point. She had done nothing to him, she had just been afraid. If anyone, Zathract was mad at Flame's mother for reading the email Flame had received from Sparky causing Eve to become afraid. But even this, he could not bring himself to loath. The only feeling he had inside was pain: unbearable, sickeningly depressing pain.
Eve was still his friend, he reminded himself, but nothing helped.
And then the barricades broke and the tears spilled out. One at first but the others soon followed suit. Zathract did not move. He let them fall.
The others soon noticed and turned the words flying out of their mouths containing words of concern and questioning of his well-being. It was still distant, still fuzzy and entirely irrelevant. His eyesight did not waver from the fire but he could feel Eve's eyes on him. She did not talk, somehow knowing.
Zathract was on his feet, though he did not recall getting to them, and found himself pacing steadily away from the group, thankful that they did not follow. He didn't know where his legs were taking him. He did not care either. He simply let them walk him further away. Tears were still falling off his face and landing somewhere on the ground below. He stopped and turned, gazing out at the large lake of blogland. The moon cast a brilliant light over it and made the entire scene seem mystical. Zathract held no care for such sights.
Sadness changed inside and soon dissolved, now leaving him to scrape inside for SOME kind of feeling for now all he felt was nothing.
He dug around on the inside for a while as his outside figure remained mobile looking out over the lake and to the many mountains behind. Soon, he located a new feeling; curiosity.
He wondered what would happen should he vanish from blogland, leave and never return. Would his friends, if he indeed had them and they were not simply pretending, care? He hoped not. He did not want to cause pain to others as well as himself. But he couldn't leave it all bottled up inside him like last time this had happened. He left it for to long and then had cracked, was never the same again. Would it be wide to repeat the action? Probably not.
Sadness filled him again as curiosity retreated and tears poured out over his face again, crashing down onto the ground below.
And then he cracked. Suddenly his figure lurched, without thinking, without the knowledge of it, acting without the command of doing it. A first fist pummeled the ground and passed through it easily sending huge chunks if earth flying away. He gasped and tried to breathe as he straightened up, consciousness and thought returning to him.
Four deep breaths later and he could confidentially say he was alive. He wasn't entirely sure if was good or bad, though.
Determination filled him instead now and Zathract cast a last look back on hi friends. A small amount of happiness made a display on his face to see that they weren't watching him, weren't concerned. Then he looked back out at the lake, closed his eyes...and vanished.
*stands up, takes one last look at the lake...and vanishes*
*storms into blogland*
*storms out*
*storms back in*
...Eve?
Perhaps I shouldn't have put all that here...
*huffs*
anyone here?
It's not that, I'm just really angry at myself for being so stupid,
should i go?
When were you stupid?
*glares at carpet*
Mum doesnt care about what I like. Why would she care?
What you...?
...Eve, what's up?
I have my own mind, I have my own opinions, I can do what I want.
Of course she cares. She may not show it, but I'm sure she does.
...OK.
Good. Yeah, make your own choices.
*looks at Mist* This is my life. I can do what I want with it. I don't see anything wrong with it. I really like you. There's no law against that.
*nods*
Good...
*voice trails off*
...Are you OK?
*storms up to Mist*
*kisses him*
*freezes*
...
*breaks off kiss and stomps into treehouse*
*swallows*
...Did...I don't...understand...
*follows nervously*
Or should I leave?
No. No, you can stay.
well...
im going to go... uhhhh
*sits down on couch*
*nods*
OK...
...Eve, are you alright?
Hi Nixion. Or bye. Whatever.
yes, um, condragulations?
Yes Bye!
Im swell. And since I've never used swell in a sentence before, I supposed I've cracked too.
Everyone's cracked around here.
...OK, I'm really confused here. I'm happy and everything but...confused.
*breaks into a smile* good.
Can I...sit down, or should I stand?
Just remember: duck Cthulhu. Got that?
*pats seat next to self*
*nods*
Got it.
*sits down*
What's yours again?
Huh?
My what?
Your alarm. Was it duck Cthulhu or something else?
Oh, mine was quack.
*grins*
Eve, I just want to be sure.
You aren't just doing this because I was going on about how miserable I was, are you?
*shakes head* no. I left, thought it was for the best until I slowly realized how much I missed you.
*smiles, then scowls at homework pile*
I missed you too...except that I made that a bit too clear I think...
Oh, homework.
*looks around at science homework*
I'll get to it later. Do you want any help with yours?
Not clear enough for me. I was waiting for you to bring it up. That's why I kept asking.
I am such a goon.
Oh. Sorry.
*laughs and shakes head* Mist, the hardest thing here is doing six times tables. Its just getting it done which is the hard part.
*nods*
OK. I'll build my stupid paper cut out of a Bunsen Burner then.
Don't be sorry. If anything, I should be sorry for being such a pest.
*grins*
Just so you know, I'm not planning on blogmarriage.
You weren't though.
I was always happy-...happiER by far- whenever you were online. It didn't matter if you were trying to kill Nixion or setting Cthulhu on me or just eating chickens.
Which was also why I was so angry at Nix when he was pretending to be you.
I know. I was never thinking about getting married either.
Oh. So that's why. I thought he said something weird...
*smiles and hugs Mist*
*laughs at thought* what if Sparky was spying the whole time?
That would be hilarious.
Nix is probably watching though.
How did we first meet, anyway?
*looks around* Nix?
I vaugley recall fighting zombies with "Nobody", Sparky, "ChinaSorrowsMinion", Flame, Val and then battling Tesseract, Melancholia, Darquesse Vengeous and Sanguine.
Then you showed up, ate a live chicken and tried to kill me. xD
* vaguely
Hahahaha. I was on Melancholia's side, that's why.
Exactly.
And I was NegativeSanity back then...
I still laugh about that day at times.
You were. For some reason, I look at people differently depending on their picture. Slightly.
Yeah. I've always done that.
It ended with me becoming good, Val sacrificing people to save herself from Caelan and something about Sparky's unicorn liver...
That's why I'm never changing my picture. I'll always be Eve the ROCK
Did it? I remember everyone getting replacement weapons from a shop that had everything in it that had appeared out of no where...
Maybe I left early. I do remember you becoming good though.
Maybe I'm thinking of another thing. Anyway. I met you and I thought, yeah, he's cool. Didnt know we'd end up in a treehouse with a Cthulhu painting on the wall.
*grins*
You changed it when you were Monster. And Know Me. And Nixion.
*laughs*
No, I never really pictured this either.
*remembers Fluffy the Terrible and laughs*
Well, yeah, but I was pretending to be someone else. *laughs at Nixion*
*looks at email*
Is your last name really Jackson?
I got Fluffy the Terrible from a website I found when I was lookin for stuff on SP
Yep. Eve Jackson. I have an uncle called Michael Jackson, no joke.
*grins*
Awesome. I've always liked the name Jackson.
But being related to Michael Jackson is awesome.
And funny.
Hehe.
*remembers something, then lOoks around to check that no one else is there* can I tell you a secret?
I'm talking too much.
*falls silent*
You're talking fine much.
Okay. *leans in*
I am a devout Chinduggery fan.
Actually, I am too. Ever since I read about them dancing at the Ball I thought it'd be cool to see what happened between them.
I don't suppose it'll happen now that he's found out about her giving his wife and kid to Serpine though.
*hangs head* I am such a traitor.
How?!
Wait, WHAT?
*cough*
*laughs shakily*
For some reason I was scared to tell anyone, because I thought I'd be treated like I treat Valduggeries.
China and Skulguggery are way more likely though.
Hehe. Everything is pink.
I still don't see how you're a traitor.
Well, we both are I suppose. WHY though?
I don't know. I just... I don't know. I have lots of evidence, though.
*shakes head and eats live chicken chocolate*
OK.
*growls as father walks away*
Aparently I'm going to be late for school tomorrow if I don't get off now. So I will leave the computer and get on the iPod.
But the internet will die any second once I’m back.
Okay. *waits patiently and scowls at homework*
Oh! I haven't read what you wrote! *reads text* oh.
Yeah...as I said, probably shouldn't have put that here...
Sorry if I vanish.
No, I think I needed to know that. :)
*rests head on Mist's shoulder*
Ok. :)
*smiles happily*
Do you want to watch tv or get something to eat? Or something?
I already have something to eat. *ears live chicken chocolate*
Let's watch paranormal activity three. Id love to watch that again.
Or something.
What colour is your hair? And eyes?
Ok, sure.
*flicks on tv and it jump to Paranormal Activity 3*
...oh god...
Hahaha. Do you like scary movies?
My hair is black and I have brown eyes.
I like scary movies...but I've never seen one before.
*grins* Cool.
Really? I love them. But I hate the after effect.
I think my internet will die soon.
Okay. :( *skips to horrifically scary part*
Oh I saw Apollo 18. That was freaky but not so much scary. It was a horror film though
*watches movie and jumps*
Ah yes. I remember, you told me. *is suddenly wearing pyjamas*
*gives spiderman blanket* *takes fairy blamket*
*laughs at spiderman blanket and scream at scary part of the film*
*thats what the spiderman blanket is for. *throws blanket over Mist's head*
*laughs*
You're thoroughly enjoying this aren't you?
Thoroughly. You're lucky, though. My brother had seen it before me so I kept asking him if something was going to jump out until I realized he couldn't remember. Oh, brace yourself. *throws blanket over head*
But there isn't any-OH MY GOLDEN GOD!
I think the net is going.:(
Hahahaha. You find it funny the second time.
Or not.
Oh. :( *hugs goodbye just in case*
Yeah...funny...
*screams again*
*thinks*
What time do you normally get up on weekends?
I like to sleep in til eleven. But lately I've been getting up at nine or ten.
What about you?
Funny. Thats me only I like to sleep up to 2pm but have been getting up at 8am lately...strange.
*yelps at movie*
Huh. Funny.
*looks at movie* That's funny too.
What time do you stay up to?
Late...well early i suppose. Around 2am on weekends and 11pm on weeks days. I have to change the time I sleep on weekdays though.
Ah. Yes. I stay up to 11 almost every night, but on weekends I try to sneak in an extra hour.
*yawns and snuggles down into couch*
*screen fades to black*
Ah, finally ove-ARGH!!
*makes feet dance*
And now I am hyped to watch the actuall pa3. Will I need to see the first 2 to understand it??
Hahaha. It's almost finished, dont you worry.
No. It's a prequel to the first two, so all you need to know is that the ghost followed them.
I have a nagging feeling that my dad is turning the modem off now. I'm probably wrong though.
Ah ok. I'll have to rent it then...
*shudders at thought*
Im not a smiler, you know. Most of the time I just smile because it's appropriate. But when I talk to you, I always find myself smiling.
Oh. :(
I get told I don't smile. Which is true so its always awkward when my dad asks me what I'm smiling about when I'm on the computer talking to you. Either you're making me laugh or being really nice to me.
Thanks. :)
Hehe. Don't hope for music to cheer you up at the credits. Its just silence and that terrible sense that something's there.
I'm smiling right now. *feels smile get bigger*
Ah, ok...
*waits*
...there's something there isn't there?
*Grumbles*
I'm not. Cthulhu's standing on my feet.
Yes there is.
Cthulhu, stop. *cthulhu trudges away* sorry about that.
Do you think Sparky genuinely loves Phoenix?
....Cthulhu's jealous.
Cthulhu, you'll find someone.
....Cthulhu wants Nix now.
Mums turning off the Internet bye
Eve, I neither know or care if you read this, but you're the one who asked.
I feel like I'm glowing when Flame is around. I'm less enthused when he isn't. Since he's been gone, it's become an ache.
One of my friends at school (Echo, the super duper nice one) read the poem and came up to me the next day and said:
'It seemed so unlike you (Sparky) when I first read it, but when I read it again I recognized the 'Sparky' in there. I hope he comes back, because I finally understand why you've been so quiet the past couple days.'
I think I might literally be too young to truly understand love, but I have a feeling that I'm pretty close.
Anyone can read that, I don't care.
Eve, I also want to tell you how glad I am that you did that.
Good for you Eve and Zath.
Ugh, waiting for someone to come is boring.
Wasting space.
Wasting space is FUN.
And there isn't much space to waste.
I wonder what I should dedicate to...
Or maybe I don't want to get first...
Maybe I'll stop right before first...?
People make wasting space look so easy...
It isn't for me.
If I were Star or FreakFan, this'd be easy.
But I'm Sparky Braginski, and I'm proud of it.
Because I qualify as awesome.
I think that I will get first.
Yes I shall.
And after I dedicate, I do believe that I will try sleeping again.
Hrmmmmm....
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First.
I dedicate this page to Hope, Shadow, Nix, Gab, Eve, Zath, Robin, Val, Amanda, Crys, Kal, Lilie, everyone single other person that I have spoken to on the blog.
And mostly Flame.
And Derek.
Why the hell am I alone!?
hi. can't stay. Sparky, just wanted to let you know, I read the story on your blog. I like it :)
ok, gotta go now. Bye!
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