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    Hades' Daughter (The Troy Game, Book 1)
    By Sara Douglass
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    And the Strangest Part is . . . I've Had This Dream Before

    Lat Night’s Dream

     

                I was walking through a dark maze with an abundance of doors. The prospect of of all the doors excited me, and made me fee like I could go a path that was separate from everybody else. There were small groups of people finding their way through the maze, like me. I reached to this smoky room, and when I stepped into it I could feel I was in a pool. A flashlight beam flashed in my eyes and I saw 20 or so people in the pool with me, which centered around a large backwards tapered column in the middle. By the glare of the flashlight I could see that the walls were an orangish salmon color. I swam deeper into the room, squinting because of the flashlight.

                “Oy you,” someone called “Is that Ben Farris’s sister?” He swam to meet me. He had sunglasses and a fedora on, and I recognized him as the owner of the maze.

                “ I could tell because  uh, Ben always does that squinty thing too.”

                I was too stunned for words. Some of the others in the room took up the line. Yeah, they called, Are you a squinter like your brother.

                “Ha,ha,” I called back, “very funny.” I frog-kicked to the far side of the room. There were some stairs and a new hallway, which I entered. I instpected my wet clothes, on which I noticed a soapy or bubbly kind of film.

                In the hallway there was a brilliant white-blue light that crept out of the wall in places. I peered in the first door on my right. I did not like what I saw. There was a room-sized pool that held tons of heads and probably bodies as well. Surrounding the heads was a bluish water with chips of ice. I walked past this room and stood in the doorway of the next, the same. I walked to the room across the hall, and the room after that. All rooms were filled with heads with closed eyes and frozen faces. Hoping to leave I walked back to the entrance of the hallway, and had it closed in my face. So I went back into the room with the icy pool filled with sleeping heads.

                “Hello?” I asked, “Can I get in?”

                “Sure,” replied a friendly female voice. I couldn’t spot which head the voice had come from, I only knew the area.

                The heads in the pool began to open their eyes.

                “Okay I’m jumping in.”

                The heads, which I now realized had bodies—as I suspected they might—made way for me to cannonball in the pool. The water was not that cold. A girl turned to me and asked “Are you ready?” I shook my head yes. She took a deep breath and I did the same. The icy waters began to vibrate. Everyone in the pool was trying to achieve a similar bobbing motion. Up - down and up - down. Pretty soon the waves in the pool were incredibly high. Then the pool was sucked out through the bottom . . . Then I woke up.

    The End

     

Monday, 19 February 2007

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    From a Buick 8
    By Stephen King
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    To Study or Not To Study

    Tonight I'm weighing my desires. Do I want to sleep or do I want to study? I'm really and truly tired, but I know I don't deserve to sleep because I slept in until 1pm. Also, I didn't go to church and my boyfriend called me a bad kid. He said that we were "bad kids" for not going to church. I balked at the term and said I was good. I'm not bad; I'm good consarnit! Right now I feel good and sleepy. My mind feels light and airy as if I were on some sort of drug, which leads me to think I should sleep. I have a test tomorrow, and if I want to be like Hermione Granger I should study, but if I stay up much later it will screw me over. When I stay up late I crave junk food and have trouble thinking, both things which I detest.

    Sometimes I just wish I could go off into my dream world, and that time wouldn't hold my freedom against me. Deadlines, clocks, tests, To-Do lists would fade into the air and be forgotten. I don't want to remember all the things I have to do, but they run a circuit through my brain. My mind is constantly scavanging for  things that I've forgotten or have yet to do. I am now reminded of how I should probs study some more. Also, I have Dracula to finish for my Monsters class.

    I'm falling behind in the homework department, but I am also falling behind in the boyfriend department. I need to go see him. I need to wrap my arms around him and his goodness just so I can believe in something. He misses me and I miss him. My Chase is all the way in Lubbock. Every day I grow more faithful to him. Ever since I have consciously decided to fight for him, ever since I have daily renewed my vows to love him, ever since I realized I couldn't be happy without him, I have entrenched myself in loyalty and have become layered in faithfulness. He loves me for who I am. I trust him with my secrets. There is no one on earth who could love me like he does, and it's only going to get better. We've been through some hard times, but they have only served as reminders of how much we need each other.

    My brother is married and his devotion to April has taught me a lot about commitment and love. I hope that I can make Chase a wonderful wife someday. I want our relationship to have the longevity of my and his parents. I want Chase to help me, and I want to help him. He's the reason I look forward to the future. Without him I would be so much more hopeless, so much more faithless, so devoid of love and feeling. Looking at him I don't have to worry so much about other things. I guess I will go to sleep and study a little tomorrow morning.

    Well night . . . Kate

Wednesday, 16 August 2006

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    Freak on a Leash
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    Comin' On Back

    I'm in my living room with my mom, but I know soon I'll be out on the road. Tomorrow is my last day at work, and I'm both happy and sad. I'm happy to get out of the gossipy drama that occurs, but I'm sad that I have to leave these people. I got paid well and treated well. I've worked so hard to get everything they wanted done, and now I have to leave . . . done or not. I'm totally stoked about school starting again. I want to buy school supplies, which cues me into the fact that I am starting to get excited. I soo have wheels now! I'm gunna go to The Leaf and take my car-less babes to Zuccini's (DANK!). I'm don't have go to church anymore. I can just roam around and find a church at my leisure (or go to the Bedside Church of Christ!). I'm going to have so much fun with Laci and Sara!!!

    I love everything right now . . . uh-oh . . . I'm emotional and soppy, I'm 'bout ready to sniffle in my tea and crumpets. I think hormones are afoot. Better leave before I turn this webspace into a My Little Pony Party (Love and pretty horses). Yes, I do need to stop.

    kt$ outie

Sunday, 13 August 2006

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    Lest We Forget: The Best of Marilyn Manson
    By Marilyn Manson
    The Dope Show
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    I'm hella excited to be gettin' back to A-Town. I was standing in the dry waves of heat that zoom across the African Brush Tundra when the lioness of time snuck up behind me and bit me. Now I bleed unprepared blood, blood that did not know it was going to be shed (if any blood ever does). My car is empty, maqquest remains unconsulted and no quest has been mapped. I see people I love every day and forget to savor their love, and soon it will be far away. I don't work on my life. I hopelessly abandon myself to my job.

    I miss Chase. Sometime I imagine seeing him at the end of an aisle, "The Luckiest" is playing and I am beautiful to him. I miss my Abilene friends. I miss my Texas life. I want to get back.

    Kate

     

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    • Birthday: 6/22/1986
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