Just writing stuff.... Whatever is on my mind... I really need some practice. I haven't written anything in ages and I am getting rusty. Maybe I should just make up quick stories or write a big fat journal about what I think?
Ok, here goes nothing.
Just post comments if you dislike it or hate it or like it or love it or etc. so I to know if I should delete it ASAP.
Story Number 1: *Insert name of story here*
Once upon a time there was a cat named cat. Cat really like cats because he was a cat. Cat, cat, cat , cat, cat ...
This is going nowhere, I can't think of anything. I am going to stand up and think about it....
*takes a deep breath but does not stand up and keeps laying on the bed.. the ``o'' key n they keyboard seems to be broken...*
Story Number 2 : ``I am thinking about a name ... or a story''
I am laughing this is stupid.
Merid was a boy of the age of 12. All his days were filled with games and tall tales because of his father, the legendary adventurer Vandark. Who wouldn't want to be like him? He slew a Titan, fought single handedly against the centaur invasion even won the God Games.
The young boy just loved to make up adventures and lie how they were real. Always bragging to his friends, always pretending like he was there, that he was a real adventurer like his father.. and they all bought it. Why would the son of someone so great and honest lie?
The truth was a little different... His real life was boring.
In home? He would study all day with various teachers. Outside? He was not allowed to leave beyond the walls that divide the rich from the poor and even less so the city walls.
It was not because he was rich or his family was famous, no, it was only because of his father. He had many enemies who would gladly use his family against him so the king decided to just put them near him and project his own childhood onto them.
Between the Royal School treatment and the boredom of life, Merid had only his imagination left. In all the games with the other kids and in all the stories he made up, he was always in the center, he was the important one and his life was finally perfect.
Our story begins in a typical Sunday. After being forced to study religion for 4 straight hours Merid was ready to have fun.
To his surprise, none of the other kids were around. He searched around, knocked on their houses, looked around their favorite alleys, but no matter where he looked, he couldn't find them.
In the distance some heralding trumpets could be heard. The noise was getting louder and louder now mixed with voices. All the commotion was coming from the west gate. Merid quickly went to the west just in time.. The huge gold ornate door opened and the noise ascended tenfold. People flooded the entrance and suddenly hundreds of guards started to push them back. What was this all about?
From between the screaming masses and loud trumpet noises a massive figure started to make his way toward the entrance. Step by step, elegantly moving, they didn't even have to push the people - it was like no matter the madness, they would still make a path.
The figure got closer and closer. You could see his long black hair, partially covering his face and the monstrous scar passing through his right eye, fur - black as the night yet with an armor made out of white gold, muscles visible to the naked eye. Two giant swords shining with unholy light were strapped to his back.
Merid froze. He immediately recognized the man who was coming. He really wished this day to never come.
The giant panther came closer and closer, step by step he passed through the guards leaving the crowd behind. Finally he reached the small child standing in front of him. He kneeled down and said with a toothed smile and hand on the kid's head:
``Didja miss me twerp?
Yes, this warrior was none other but Vandark - The nightmare of the night.
To his surprise the kid replied with anger in his voice:
``Why did you come back? Gah, you are ruining my life!
The growling, the mannerism, the clenched fists - it all pointed toward the conclusion that this was not a happy encounter, yet Vandark just laughed it off to which the boy angrily pushed away his hand and ran away.
``The kid is growing fine, HA, He is just like his mother, HA HA HA !''
Right after that, the panther stood up just to be immediately surrounded by fans again. This time they were far less - kids, rich merchants, wealthy nobles. It was as if the circus was in town!
Merid was running toward his home... crying. Now he knew where his friends went, but he couldn't do anything about that. Fuck his father, fuck this place, fuck everything! How could this happen. Yes, maybe it was a little selfish to think that way, just a little bit, but his father was an attention freak.
After running who knows how much, he got in front of his house. The kid kicked the door open just to see his mother cooking dinner. The Special Dinner!
``Not you too! You promised me today I will eat whatever I want! I wanted beef with pork and chicken on top and no vegetables! Why are you cooking the special dinner?''
``Oh sweetie, you know this is your dad's favorite, right? I heard he is in town and there was no way to miss making it! I mean, he is a vegan after all and would probably not help me tonight with... well, if I serve him meat he would be disappointed.'' - she said while chopping the carrots.
``Vegetables are for pussies!'' - He screamed on top of his lungs to which his mother hit the knife really hard into the wooden board and glared at him.
``Did you say anything sweetie?''
``N-no no , I , um, I am going to my room.''- to which Merid climbed up the stairs... It hasn't been even 15 minutes since his father enrolled into town and he was already hoarding all the attention to himself.
Now closed and alone in his own room, Merid started crying again. This day was the most awful one in his entire life. That night he slept hungry. He didn't wake up when his mother came in to cover him, nor when his dad kissed him on the forehead because he missed him a lot while traveling, nor even when ........................
Next morning the kid woke up. He stretched out his tiny paws up and yawned loudly. His fur was all messed up but at least he still had the same clothes he wore yesterday. Merid removed his covers and exited the room. He ran down the stairs really loudly, yet his steps were barely hearable. I suppose the fall really woke him up and maybe even gave him a concussion because he was seeing something unbelievable : His dad was home in normal clothes.
``Are you ok? Did you hurt yourself?'' His mom jumped to the rescue but Merid stood up as quickly as was his fall.
``What is wrong, why is my father still here?
``We have good news to share with you'' His mother smiled ``Your father...''
``Your Father is retiring!'' - His dad cut her off by spreading out his hands in the air.
Nope, this today is definitely the most awful day in Merid's life...
(To be continued. Hopefully not, that kid is insufferable)
