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Okay, so CDE is being stupid with posting things and my blog got deleted on there because of censoring........I kinda perfer that though since Gaia censors NOTHING and that's part of the reason why I never come on here anymore, buuuuuuut that's another story and a past life for me. Anyways, CDE Back to School Writing Contest Entry below........Nyaha~ mrgreen cheese_whine

First Day Done!

Summer Writing Journal August 12, 2942

They say every story is born from the same thread of the blanket spread out across our endless sky. I could reach up and pick any of those ended threads composed of the big one and start weaving it on my own until maybe it runs into you. We can than maybe weave our strings together in a love story until it’s tangling and knotting with other strings or fraying into newborns who take up their own newly made strings from the one that became us. However, I must digress from that point, for while you were thinking of stories building and growing in an oversized blanket in the sky, you forgot to ask the most important question. Who exactly is the one holding the scissors to change it all?

Thought of the Chosen Unpopular,
Steady Swimmer



Life is not moving on a steady beat, and whoever named me Steady must not have been smart enough to realize that or lived long enough to understand the meaningless of the word. I on the other hand had an unusual bodily clockwork that made the word quite ironic, for in all my trillion plus years of life, never did I physically age quite right except possibly for several years in a row if lucky, and once my age clock jumped, what I called my past lives became even more forgettable unless I was dreaming, and right about now happened to be one of those times.
I like to think in one of my past lives I was a hardcore gamer, but plasma guns and laser rays never seemed to be in my foreground of knowledge despite helmeted guys from planets with halos, so I dreamed instead of buff soldiers and zombies.
Bam. I see myself all cliché with the standard avatar camo-style girl armed primarily with my ak47 all alone in a rundown laboratory. Click. They don’t see me yet, but I know it’s not long now. Rawr. Zombies spill out of a nearby passage and I back pedal it out of there, gun blazing. Boom. My grenade spins off into empty space taking out one zombie, but something gets me from behind causing Infected! to splash across my “screen” vision in blood right before some hidden soldier overhead sends fire flaring down on us killing my undead self in a heartbeat. Short lived fantasy destroyed, I woke up wishing I had a flamethrower and no school to attend, but fantasies are fantasies.
It’s not that I hate school, quite the opposite in fact. However, I am the chosen unpopular, and even though I was eager to turn in my summer writing journal for English class, first days of new school years never bode well. Luckily for me though, I had managed to successfully oversleep, so I could take my good time swimming my mermaid tail to shore before swapping my tail for feet on the beach. From there I just had to walk a few steps, open the school’s front door, and boom.
My feet easily tripped over the principal sprawled out dead on the floor who held the most glorious things in his hands considering a wall of hungry zombies were surprisingly making their way towards me through the shattered landscape. An ak47 and a shiny flamethrower, all mine. Fate did not need to tell me I should wrench the weapons out of the principal’s cold, dead hands while squealing for joy with practically no thought in the world. That didn’t last long though since the oncoming zombies moved much faster than I clearly did, so I let bullets fly, watching heads of people I detest pop into bits of flying red candy of all things that were soon stuffed into the mouths of little frogs who came out of nowhere and hopped off to nowhere as well. It didn’t take long to figure out the school had been infected by zombies and I was graced with lateness that should be rewarded with destroying everything in sight, especially the detested breeding ground of the infected. Hall after hall, bullet after bullet I went along, completely living in the moment. As I neared the middle of the school, I could hear the frantic screams of survivors and soon was practically on top of them plus an army of student zombies all crowded around a large black hole with water spilling off into the darkness. Above it all was a flashing level up sign. Yes, I was stuck in my greatest zombie-filled game, and this time, no one could stop me from winning it. Here’s where all my gaming skills mixed with absurd talents came into play.
Being a creative borrower, I can change items into different things at will. For example, an ordinary metal pipe may be used to turn myself into a raging elephant as weird as it sounds, so something like a stray desk could easily be converted into a giant paper airplane.
Using my new plane, I somehow managed to get a running start lift off aimed at the level up all while firing away at the oncoming undead. From above, I was able to take out most of the enemy below before reaching the level up where I discarded the weapons, clinging to my new prize.
The plane eventually fell down into the dark hole below and gently flowed down the waterfall the water I had seen earlier apparently made up. Last I saw, some teacher was trying to figure out how the heck to use an ak47 while flaming zombies I had previously lit closed in around her. It was all I could do to keep from falling backwards off the nose of my paper plane seeing such a comical scene.

Block 1: Ultimate Cheat Codes- Level up quickly on your favorite online zombie action game with our live action game play course!

Eventually, my plane disintegrated away beneath me being made of paper, but by that point, I had no need to worry. It was the land of dreams that I had somehow found myself in, and for this gloriously surprising school day, it was my second block and lunch. Everywhere the eye could see, sweets flowed and flourished. I let myself gently swim along in a sea of ice cream with my fancy mermaid tail that pops on whenever I’m in some liquid body splashing noisily behind me as I swallowed gallons of freezing, sweet goodness.
Within minutes I had made it up to a sugar beach where music was faintly echoing off in the distance. Dreamily, my body followed the noise through sugary landscapes until finally I stood on the edge of a wooded forest after having just hacked through a cream puff one with my teeth. Steps unwavering, I let the music pull me into the woods.

Block 2: Sweetonomics- Let your taste buds experience the best this class has to offer! Your only requirement is to eat your own tooth-rotting fill.

It felt like night when I stepped beneath the cool tree branches, and in fact it was night when I finally saw the starry sky above in a grassy clearing or at least a convincing illusion of nighttime. I should’ve known after spending the entire 1700s with them that I had just stepped into what would probably be my toughest class of the day, yet I relished the challenged. My sticky clothes instantly turned into one of those flashy outfits you only see in dancing games right before the music picked up and my “classmates” glided out on to the grass.
If you’ve never danced with faeries, you really need to try it out some time. The feeling is literally a complete bliss relief surrounded by pretty people, and who wouldn’t want to try out something that cool?
Words can’t describe how great my third block was. The stars in the sky spun around all over the place like disco balls in time to the music that always seemed to correspond to the flickering colored lights which appeared on the ground wherever you stepped. Not even those dancing games with the fancy dance pads make dancing that fancy.
Soon though, the sun was rising on the horizon, and in the distance, a black, flapping shape was fast approaching too. By the time it finally got to me, the faeries had disappeared, and I was riding a dragon through the early morning sky, on the way to my next block.

Block three: Lyrical Dance- Make music with your feet in the most dreamy dance classroom you’ll ever step on.

My final class of the day while fun doesn’t need great detail to explain. My dragon friend lightly deposited me in a grand castle before saying he had to go fight off some hero person, so I went inside and did what any reasonable person would do, went wild. I spent hours coloring on all the walls and playing dress up in a closet of amazingly gorgeous dresses with a polka dotted cat before anything new happened.
I had the cat securely on the top of my head and was sliding down the grand staircase’s banister when a noise from the front door sent us flying off the rail, cat disappearing with a sly smirk in mid flight. Luckily for me though, there was a soft, good looking guy to break my fall, and I missed his sword, so all went well for me.
The attractive guy eventually recovered from being smashed with however many pounds of me there were just to jabber on about how I was some princess he had slayed a dragon to rescue. I only nodded my head, knowing oh too well that this would turn out like the dreams of other unpopular girls who want to date the high school quarterback, but decided to let it pass for now. I would let this quarter back pamper me for now until the relationship crashed in several weeks.
Somehow between all the cutting up nonsense I think dating couples do and rampaging what I considered the back halls of my desired school, we ended up back at my ocean shore where the candy stuffed frogs were waiting. The “quarter back” knight then left me there, riding off with a smile for distant lands, and with frogs tucked into my crossed arms and writing journal for the lame school long forgotten, I swam back home to start my candy eating homework.
Hopefully tomorrow if I’m lucky, all the nearby boring schools will be destroyed as well so I can only attend my fun one, at least until I jump from 5 to 24.

Block 4: Artistic Landscapes- Paint your own fantasy world! Attractive young people in love like a bad, typical high school romance included in curriculum.



Summer Writing Journal August 14, 2942

Popular seems to mean hotter than average and owning everything, but no one stopped to consider how bland it really is or how popularized the unpopular have become. Therefore I have to ask, do you really know how to become wildly unpopular to the point where you live outside the nonsense of media crazed school life?

Thought of the Chosen Unpopular,
Steady Swimmer


(I love using this place for senseless nonsense now. Quite enjoyable as long as ya play it smart~ *eats cookie*)