tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59998674187359980152024-03-13T20:16:43.023-07:00The 355 LivesThe 355http://www.blogger.com/profile/04796554015207253863noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999867418735998015.post-11056353240819539452011-10-30T16:52:00.000-07:002011-10-30T16:58:14.274-07:00well its that time of year againSo its November in a couple of days, one really! So I've exhumed (look mrs. Lynch a vocab word!) Amara and I plan to continue on it, only make my goal to at east 60 k because i have 15k from last year and I don't want to be a cheater. After reading It I went what? I wrote this aweful piece of literature? So hopefully this year will be better then last years and hopefully I wont be banned from the sight!The 355http://www.blogger.com/profile/04796554015207253863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999867418735998015.post-54621396602412380172011-05-02T15:37:00.000-07:002011-05-02T15:45:28.634-07:00Proud to be AmericanThis is how we Americans out do a royal wedding! This video put me to tears!<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" width="420" height="356" id="comcastplayer654"><param name="movie" value="http://www.comcast.net/ve/1.0/1905511098/420/356/" /><param name="wmode" value="transparent" /><param name="quality" value="high" /><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.comcast.net/ve/1.0/1905511098/420/356/" width="420" height="356"><param name="wmode" value="transparent" /><param name="quality" value="high" /><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><p>Either scripts and active content are not permitted to run or Adobe Flash Player version10.0.0 or greater is not installed.</p><a href="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer"><img src="http://www.adobe.com/images/shared/download_buttons/get_flash_player.gif" alt="Get Adobe Flash Player" /></a></object></object>The 355http://www.blogger.com/profile/04796554015207253863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999867418735998015.post-12846327204969942712011-04-23T09:55:00.000-07:002011-04-23T09:56:02.063-07:00:D<div>This made me smile.</div><object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" width="420" height="356" id="comcastplayer823"><param name="movie" value="http://www.comcast.net/ve/1.0/1893704625/420/356/"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="quality" value="high"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.comcast.net/ve/1.0/1893704625/420/356/" width="420" height="356"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="quality" value="high"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><p>Either scripts and active content are not permitted to run or Adobe Flash Player version10.0.0 or greater is not installed.</p><a href="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer"><img src="http://www.adobe.com/images/shared/download_buttons/get_flash_player.gif" alt="Get Adobe Flash Player" /></a></object></object>The 355http://www.blogger.com/profile/04796554015207253863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999867418735998015.post-50651348082897351662011-04-17T08:49:00.000-07:002011-04-17T08:52:45.439-07:00ummSo its been a long time and I'm sorry. I've completely neglected everything at the moment because my life has been complete hell as of late, please don't ask, just wanted to say that I wont be updating for a little while so I can get my life back on track.The 355http://www.blogger.com/profile/04796554015207253863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999867418735998015.post-63417803919740251532011-03-29T18:53:00.000-07:002011-03-29T18:55:58.061-07:00=DDDDDDDDDI have 343 page views on my profile which means... Twelve more till we reach 355! Haha! :D I be a happy person now!The 355http://www.blogger.com/profile/04796554015207253863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999867418735998015.post-70283472415100711872011-02-13T14:23:00.000-08:002011-02-13T14:24:29.122-08:00Grandma Death MatchI wish my grandmother was like this! Haha JK my grandmother is just as epic! Something to brighten up a cold winters day.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><br /><object width="555" height="457"><param name="movie" value="http://www.comcast.net/ve/1.0/1785959674/555/457/"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.comcast.net/ve/1.0/1785959674/555/457/" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="555" height="457" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed></object>The 355http://www.blogger.com/profile/04796554015207253863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999867418735998015.post-74821152686098351282011-02-02T11:29:00.001-08:002011-02-02T11:33:31.230-08:00Art Work<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>So in school we have IRT which is like a more independent study hall were we all just sit in the Cafe and do what ever. So I got bored and drew this. I can and will be better but this is a small picture of Brin! I wont tell you what is going on though because in the words of River Song (Doctor Who) Spoilers! But I will tell it is a pivotal moment in the story!<div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zz1GpVfO5ck/TUmxG84DUpI/AAAAAAAAABo/6QxeRhBektU/s320/Brin2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569177147198886546" /><div>Please not that all characters and pictures are copyrighted to me so please don't steal or else I will be upset!</div></div></div>The 355http://www.blogger.com/profile/04796554015207253863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999867418735998015.post-33406716870605248502011-01-09T14:37:00.000-08:002011-01-09T14:41:46.810-08:00So I was going through my story the 355 just a second ago when I noticed something! Call it Paranoia or something but I think Mac hacked into my computer! I had mentions of the Ipad and Itouchs with Cameras and now you can get each and everyone one of those! Of course my Idea was more high tech but remember this was back when I never even heard of the Ipad before it was announced in early 2009. Conspiracy? Maybe should I sue? Heck YEAH! Haha JK on that one! Just a random post!The 355http://www.blogger.com/profile/04796554015207253863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999867418735998015.post-41837415533906528352011-01-06T08:39:00.000-08:002011-01-06T08:48:23.883-08:00A new Year history Lesson!Hey everyone! Happy 2011 to all of you! Any way I'm sitting in my computer class with nothing to do so I decided to do this post which bI had been saving for a while, the backround to the name <em>The 355 Lives</em>. (Just so everyone knows becuase I'm asked this alot lives as in she is alive that she survived.) So a couple of years ago in 2008 I read in a book about a daring woman spy who served under George Washington in the American Revolution. No one knew her name just her code name, 355. (Know 355 means woman) she helped in proving Benedict Arnold and other notable things durring the war till her capture! You can read a little bit more about her <a href="http://network355.org/why-355">here!</a> After I read about her I wanted to use the number 355 in one of my stories which got me thinking. I had forgotten it after a while and then it all came to me! A future generation in which in each town everyperson has a code which would be used as an ID in case of war! Then the snow ball effect! Viola the story was born becuase of one woman!The 355http://www.blogger.com/profile/04796554015207253863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999867418735998015.post-51320064023953147342010-12-30T09:42:00.000-08:002010-12-30T09:43:38.112-08:00Hound of MusicOk so one more. Do you think this cute little pup should go on American Idol?<br /><br /><object width="420" height="356"><param name="movie" value="http://www.comcast.net/ve/1.0/1696066853/420/356/"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.comcast.net/ve/1.0/1696066853/420/356/" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="356" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed></object>The 355http://www.blogger.com/profile/04796554015207253863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999867418735998015.post-42455643005776567132010-12-18T14:05:00.000-08:002010-12-18T14:06:41.594-08:00Wanting more Cute Baby Animals?Help me help me!<div><br /></div><br /><object width="420" height="356"><param name="movie" value="http://www.comcast.net/ve/1.0/1696068036/420/356/"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></param><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.comcast.net/ve/1.0/1696068036/420/356/" allowScriptAccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="356" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed></object>The 355http://www.blogger.com/profile/04796554015207253863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999867418735998015.post-50759879162215895302010-12-18T13:53:00.000-08:002010-12-18T13:54:11.693-08:00Something to lighten the mood!Worlds cutest cat? Heck YES!<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><object width="420" height="356"><param name="movie" value="http://www.comcast.net/ve/1.0/1696064756/420/356/"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.comcast.net/ve/1.0/1696064756/420/356/" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="356" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed></object>The 355http://www.blogger.com/profile/04796554015207253863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999867418735998015.post-29269841169390996462010-12-15T11:01:00.000-08:002010-12-15T11:04:45.659-08:00Happy Holidays!Hey everyone just wanted to0 say happy holidays, and a quick message to everyone please put our dear classmate stephen in your prayers, he was a good kid gone before his time! Stop bullies it could save a life! We love you stephen!The 355http://www.blogger.com/profile/04796554015207253863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999867418735998015.post-71684600351160388472010-12-07T09:08:00.000-08:002010-12-07T09:14:52.147-08:00And the winner is!<div>Drum roll please! *silence* ok then... The winner of the cover is the first one with two of four votes!</div><br /><div>Ok that is done now!</div><div> </div><div>Any way I am working on a short side story of the 355 lives. Different charecters different place darker and older! Tide something major from the book to the story! It might or not be a full length story probably a novella. Happy Christmas/holdays/yule to you all!</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547988960962836226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zz1GpVfO5ck/TP5qkMP6dwI/AAAAAAAAABY/KnaWmZmJlds/s320/Amara.jpg" /><br /><div></div>The 355http://www.blogger.com/profile/04796554015207253863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999867418735998015.post-35144684202408313502010-11-23T09:19:00.000-08:002010-11-23T09:25:15.902-08:00OH NO!!!!!!Due to wraith of my mother school and drivers ed I have been banned from Nano this year!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Don't worry I'm doing make up Nano all December long becuase I got a large chunk of it done! GAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was getting to the good part!<br /><br />Any way happy Doctor Who day! 47 years and 11 doctors!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I dressed up as Rose becuase well I'm blonde.... Also the <span style="color:#33ffff;">POLL!!!!!!!!! PLEASE VOTE YOU ONLY HAVE A FEW DAYS LEFT TO DO IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! or else I shall be sad :(.</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">and know Amara teaser!</span><br /><br /><em>They had both my arms and were dragging me closer to the van to my death to the pits. I dug my heels in but they just slid as the pulled harder. Suddenly something jerked on my back and I was pulled upwards my arm ggiving a pop as one of the Force tried to grab hold of me better. I screamed as I raced upwards and into the arms of a dark clad figure...</em><br /><em></em><br />Not the exact words but oh well! Happy Turkey day!The 355http://www.blogger.com/profile/04796554015207253863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999867418735998015.post-24388054807038821122010-11-03T14:18:00.000-07:002010-11-03T14:25:34.509-07:00Cover Poll time!As I promised here are the covers for Amara! The first is the original the second is the newer one! Vote on the side poll please!<div><br /></div><div>1.<img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz1GpVfO5ck/TNHTDO_83UI/AAAAAAAAABI/NiaYvBPzLHk/s320/Amara.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535437469534444866" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>2.<img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zz1GpVfO5ck/TNHTLUdeF7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/fxkRKQ3X7q8/s320/Amara+picture+2+copy+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535437608439388082" /></div>The 355http://www.blogger.com/profile/04796554015207253863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999867418735998015.post-59977027188666739022010-11-03T08:47:00.000-07:002010-11-03T08:55:21.965-07:00Day three and guess what!Ok so I'm completely behind schedule on the novel folks! I need to get 5k done by tonight to be on schedule! That means only one thing can save me! Drum roll please! .........<br /><br /><br /><br />WRITE OR DIE!!!!<br /><br />My secret. Ok not so secret, little cheat! With out it I would of failed my novel from last year! Just think of the worlds state with out a completed draft of 'The 355 Lives!" Ok not such a big deal I get it!<br /><br />Amara the sequel is going great however! So far I've gotten the prologue and two parts of the first part/chapter June down! Already there is murder a chase scene on hover boards, and a h4wt emo dude named Banna, explosions, two teen pyros, a domed future 1984 ish city!!! Haha yes I'm strange! I cant help it though! How ever I am working on a cover I got one down and I'm not happy with it I just finished the second and will be posting both for you three readers to vote on which one would be better! <br />Amanda out!<br />PS thank god for long weekends!The 355http://www.blogger.com/profile/04796554015207253863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999867418735998015.post-34805674493729675122010-10-07T11:06:00.001-07:002010-11-03T08:47:28.989-07:00Good news for me!Ok sorry, I'm in my computer class at the moment with the rest of the period to do what I want and I just thought hey why not come here? So any way I'm extremely happy!<br /><br />Enough of that you want to here about The 355 and Amara! So I already had the first three thousands of words done on Amara I think I'll post three or four chapters of that through out the month. And NO I did not cheat on Nano I had already written it before writing Amara and When I got the 355 in my head I decided What the hell I'll conect the stories into a sequel! I havent touched it in a while and I'm rather nervous about it! CAn't wait for amara well chew on this!<br /><br /><em>"We were all fifteen, we had no leader. Well I guess we did have a leader but she was stupid got herself captured and sent to the arena we never saw her again, she was sixteen and stupid. We would not make the same mistake as she did. We will survive, we will escape, and not give in. Never will we see the bloodstained arena. Never will we fight each other, never shall we be captured. Never, we never will. We will stand in the light and try to bring in the former glory of New New York back."</em> From June chapter two.The 355http://www.blogger.com/profile/04796554015207253863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999867418735998015.post-9716431175912587432010-09-29T09:44:00.000-07:002010-09-29T09:46:57.533-07:00Almost here!Ok hey everyone! Its little old me! Know I have a few seconds before my computer class ends so I just want to say what is comming up this year in november! So I'm doing the sequel Amara. The story takes place in the future when the axis group has taken control of New New York, and centers around a girls (Amara) and her friends fighting back against the city. I'll have the prologue (Along the one with The 355 Lives) soon so stay tuned my faithful 2 readers!The 355http://www.blogger.com/profile/04796554015207253863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999867418735998015.post-65676837062127348762010-07-11T13:20:00.001-07:002010-07-11T13:41:57.082-07:00museing about books and musehey everyone! First off I would like to say I never heard back from the agency so I guess it was a no, but good news is I sent it to another one!<div><br /></div><div>Okay now I've been looking at books (like I always do) just a moment ago and I say one I LOVE! Until it said and then she met him... As you can probably tell Romance is not my cup of tea, I'm rather fond of blood and gore and NOT kissing. Then if I decide eh the guy isn't really a main charecter then I realize that the female role is to perfect for her own good! (AKA a MAry Sue) At this point I'm ready to strangle her and tell her that getting a little dirty and a little un perfect is a good thing! Then if the guys a main charecter too then the girl is alwaaaaaays a geek and the guy is a sexy dark angel/vampire/warewolf/magic user/spy or something else (Cough Twilight cough) </div><div><br /></div><div>Then theres the thing with the Vampires! There not SUPPOSED to be sparkly shiny good smelling and friendly! There supposed to be all I want to drink your blood! Not anti social hotties! </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">And NOW THE QUESTION BEING ASKED AND FOUGHT OVER EVERY WHERE!!!! HAS MUSE BEEN SLOWLY RUINED BY TWILIGHT!!!!!!! the answer is that yes muse has deviated from Absolution and Supermassive Black hole since Twilight and there new single Nuetron Star Collision. The truth is that there new music is NOT ABOUT TWILIGHT YOU TWIHARD!!! This is something that got me annoyed at reading comments from there CD THE RESISTANCE, ex '</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Muse has Created the perfect Sound Track for twilight!' </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Their new CD is not ABOUT TWILIGHT!!!! It's about the AMAZING BOOK 1984! In the title song the say Thought Police the secret spies in 1984 and the song tells about Helen and Winston's secret love. Then there is United states of Eurasia is apart of 1984 then it also says the The Resitance Album is in fact about 1984. In all muse has not been ruined by Twilight! Us fighting is ruining Muse!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><br /></span></div><div>ummmmmm, tell me what you think about this! Tell and comment! </div>The 355http://www.blogger.com/profile/04796554015207253863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999867418735998015.post-51395249097528650782010-05-14T18:49:00.000-07:002010-05-14T18:51:44.883-07:00long time?Hey everyone! It's me! I would like to say for all my readers to PLEASE CROSS YOUR FINGERS! I have sent out another query to another agency and I have a good feeling about this! Also I will be posting a never before seen prologue! So stay tuned folks!!!The 355http://www.blogger.com/profile/04796554015207253863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999867418735998015.post-19165036766291751202009-12-01T16:39:00.000-08:002009-12-01T16:40:24.236-08:00DONE!!The story the 355 is done! it's a wopping 122 pages on my desktop! Yahness! Anyway I'm editing it at the moment!The 355http://www.blogger.com/profile/04796554015207253863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999867418735998015.post-24856863799115309462009-11-08T13:58:00.000-08:002009-11-08T13:59:58.412-08:00update update update!This story is a Nano Wrimo story! I'm sorry for anyone who wanted to read this story! But as soon as I finish this (Which includes editing.) I try to do something more with it!The 355http://www.blogger.com/profile/04796554015207253863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999867418735998015.post-35372981215195115002009-06-27T13:39:00.000-07:002009-07-01T08:31:23.573-07:00Blessing or curse<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Transmission number: 4</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', fantasy;">Date: June 27 2086</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', -webkit-fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">T</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">h</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">a</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">t</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">c</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">h</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">e</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">s</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">t</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> that logo that name is what helps me to survive these oh so long days that I spend just hoping to be found. It was also the cause of my pain! Maybe if I had asked or spied on my farther a little more, or even just opened my eyes to the world I would of seen it coming. All I can say is stupid star steel.</span></div><div><br /></div><div>I softly ran my hand over the smooth black chest and the silver star. I softly put my hands on the lock and flicked it open then opened the lid. Inside was a strange assortment of items. Three black jump suites with silver attachments in different sizes. Another three sites like the first three only short sleeved and shorts. Three pairs of black thigh high boots. Three thick black bomber jackets. A flare gun and about twelve more flares, three flashlights, three whistles, a large emergency box. Then a tube like contraption with a filter at the top that led of to a tube then another cylinder, a keypad was at the side with a thick rubber bottom. There was a large tent, emergency radio, an old time spy glass, lots of rope and climbing gear, goggles snorkel and fins. I raised an eyebrow and pulled out snow shoes, knives, then what looked to be the hilt of a katana. Next came large backpacks. Finally I came the last item a book.</div><div><br /></div><div>The cover was glossy black with the words star steel embossed in silver lettering. I opened it up and found to my surprise it was a handbook to everything in there. I sighed and climbed up into my bed and opened the page to the intro.</div><div><br /></div><div><i>Dear Reader,</i></div><div><i>If you are reading this then there has been a nuclear fall out. Do not fear for it is just a new beginning. The Star Steel project has been around for fifteen years making items that will be helpful in everyday life. Everything is made of star steel and will be guaranteed to last for a centuries.</i></div><div><i>Sincerely:</i></div><div><i>Jonah Trinity.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>I gave a gasp, My farther helped to create this stuff? I quickly flipped a few pages and came to a page with the picture of the suites on it.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">The suites are made of star steel. (A mixture of titanium, spider silk, and meteorite.) helps to keep the heat in or to keep you cool, for the changing temperatures of outside. Along with the boots they are all weather and fire resistant and wont ware down.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div>Next was the tube thingy.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">The water filter is able to filter any liquid and make it into drinkable water. Put the water into the top and press the green button. The waste will filter out into the second chamber and will be sterilized. The disks in the boxes that have been provided are different broths and teas. Put a disk into the pure water and press the red button. The broth and tea will heat up.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div>Next the hilt.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">To activate the blade press one of the three buttons on the side.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div>I took up the hilt and pressed the top button and a large blade of glowing black extended. I pressed the button again and flipped through the book reading everything till I finaly came to the last page with another note.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">In this terrible time the world is made a new. It is both a blessing and a curse. Treat it as both and you will be fine. you have the power to rebuild this nation. To keep the peace and to stop the wars. We had our chance and we will not get a third. The wait of the world rests on you.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; ">Please if you are out there then please help! This transmission is run through every still active satellite. If anyone is out there then know this you are not alone.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; ">END TRANSMISSION_</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 16px;"><br /></span></div></div></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></div>The 355http://www.blogger.com/profile/04796554015207253863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999867418735998015.post-54603326719869714742009-06-24T18:10:00.000-07:002009-06-26T18:33:27.528-07:00Star Steel<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Transmission number: 3</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Date: June 24 2086</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div>The dream comes back to haunt me. Every night the clues that I should of known come to me in a torrent. It's bean haunting my mind since I first slept that day.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Aney</span> and I slowly <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">crept</span> through the halls of my house. It was early morning and the golden rays of sunlight streamed through the large windows. We both <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">giggled</span> knowing what we were doing and what would happen if we got caught. We were on a deadly adventure to sneak in my dad's office.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">We finally made it to the door to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Father's</span> office. I put my ear up against the door and listened, nothing but silence. I gave the thumbs up to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Anney</span> who gave me a grin. I twisted the brass door handle in the shape of a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">serpent's</span> head. We stepped in the sun drenched office. There on the desk sat the glowing halo screen. We <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">crept</span> to the dark brown leather chair and sat on it.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">The desk was clean with only the picture of me and my mother, the neat stack of pens, and his halo screen computer. But what caught our eye was the folder with a big red classified stamped across it. My eyes grew wide and I stretched my hand slowly to open it. I turned to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Anney</span> who was also looking at the folder. She nodded towards me.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">The flipped the folder open and diagram after diagram spilled out. All with the title star steel tech on it. "What the..." I began only to have <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">anney</span> clamp her hand over my mouth. She held her finger to her mouth, then turned towards the door, were I heard voices. We <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">silently</span> stood closed the folder and quickly left the room in time to see Farther in his lab coat talking with a group of military men. They looked at us sternly and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">entered</span> the office and shut the door.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">We both pressed our ear to the door. "The war... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Coming</span>... Is it ready?" A man asked.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"Yes project Star steel is up and running lets hope we don't have to use it." The the hall began to cloud and I was falling till I was out side with people running and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">screaming</span> in a city. Up ahead were streaks of light <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">coming</span> closer and closer. Till the were nearly there and the earth was gone with a ball of fire <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">coming</span> towards me.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div>My eyes flashed open. I sat up straight in the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">un</span>-familiar bed with a major headache. I looked around and sat back with a groan as last nights events flashed through my head. I couldn't <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">believe</span> that I even slept at all. "Computer what time is it?"</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Local time 10:17 a.m.</span></div><div><br /></div><div>I slowly got up and looked more <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">closely</span> at my surroundings the room was about the sizes of my bedroom. The walls were concrete, I was sleeping on a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">triple</span> bunk on the bottom. Leading off from the main room was a tiny bathroom. A tiny book case sat at the end of the bunk filled to the brim with Atlases maps survival books, and a few actual books. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">A tiny</span> sink and stove rested in the far corner near the store of canned and boxed food. A large wooden chest sat on the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">opposite</span> wall with the table and the glowing radio cube.</div><div><br /></div><div>I walked over the emergency chest with the red cross and pulled out a rather large bottle of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">aspirin</span> and dry swallowed one, then went to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. My brown hair was messy with twigs and leaves and dried blood. I ran the tap and slowly was<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">hed</span> my face and plucked the leaves and twigs from my hair. I stripped down and got into the tiny shower and washed the grim and dirt from hair. The water wasn't the warmest but it felt good running down my shoulders.</div><div><br /></div><div>After my shower I walked out and found my emergency pack. I pulled it up to the middle level, then crawled up and pulled the black bag onto my lap. The bag was large and black, like a normal backpack, but on the top was a silver star. I opened it up and found two shirts one tank one long sleeve, two pairs of pants on shorts and one skinny <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">jeans</span>, three water bottles and some food. I took it out and found to my surprise my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">Ipod</span>, and a tiny photo book. The cover was shiny black with the same star on it, inside it was filled of pictures of family and friends. I tear slowly slid down my face, I quickly wiped it away and slammed the book shut then jumped off the bed. I sighed and slid down the wall.</div><div><br /></div><div>"Computer!"</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Yes 355?</span></div><div><br /></div><div>"Any <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">signs</span> of life?"</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">My readings say no</span>. I sighed and looked around the room when something caught my eye. It was a black chest. I slowly stood up and walked over to the trunk that was hidden in the shadow. There was another star on it with again the words <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">STAR STEEL</span>. What was star steel?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; ">Please if you are out there then please help! This transmission is run through every still active satellite. If anyone is out there then know this you are not alone.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; ">END TRANSMISSION_</span></span></div></div><div><br /></div></span></div>The 355http://www.blogger.com/profile/04796554015207253863noreply@blogger.com0