I thought that you were everything. I soon found out you were not. I gave up when I was a wee child. I gave up on you, on the world, on basically everything. I promised you would never get to me. Ever.
So I closed my eyes at 11:11 and made a wish. The wish was: 'Keep me away from him. Forever. Please.' The next day you were gone. Actually, I was gone. I was in a whole other state, while you were still in lousy New Hampshire. I landed in Arizona. I lived there a long time, and to be honest, I didn't forget you. You didn't traumatize me, no, not at all. I just, missed you. I didn't understand. I didn't think it was possible for me to miss you. But, I missed you.
So I called you up one day. But the phone died. I tried to send a letter, but the letter was rejected because of suspected communism. (I don't understand the US Postal Service... I thought communism was a time in the past.) I even tried to drive back to good old New Hampshire. My car died. It died in Oklahoma. I tried to get a plane ticket to you. The flight got cancelled.
I hated this. I wanted to see you. I realized I was a fool and that you were not the bad guy. I was. I had expectations of you in my head, and you didn't meet them as a child. But I'm older now. We're both older. And I kind of miss you. But now I have no way to get to you. The wish, it came true.
So I waited that night in Oklahoma for 11:11. I wished again. I wished again for the first time since the first time I did. I wished: 'I want to see him. Bring him to me.' I then went to sleep in the motel I decided to stay at.
The next morning, I woke up, and there you were. At my door. I didn't understand it. How did you find me? You said instinct. Why did you come? You said impluse. It was crazy. I hugged you.
I missed you.
Forever, Mister Owl
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Friday, April 17, 2009
Magic world.
"Good night," a mother said to her child. She didn't know her child, who was fifteen, was going to sneak the minute she closed the door. The teen was laying awake, ready to jump out of the window and onto the roof. The door was closed. He ran out of bed, and jumped up to the window. The window flung open.
He climbed out. Not knowing that the reality's were warped so that he was entering the magic version of his town. The teen saw monsters roaming the streets. Not scared, thinking they were seniors from the high school. He climbed down from the roof. A giant bat swooped to catch him as he fell.
The bat took him to a cave high up in a mountain. "Why why, do we have a sneaky sneakster," it said.
"I'm not going anywhere," he stammered. "Just getting fresh air."
"Bah! The air is never fresh here!" It said as it beat its wings. A crack, and the bat turned around to see a big crocodile.
"Let him go," the croc said. "I'm hungry."
"NOOOO!" The bat's voice was sounding robotic but natural at the same time. "I found him. He was sneaking out! My domain!" As the two giant animals fought, the teen ran. He ran downed the mountain to his house.
He climbed up the storm pipe, back into his normal reality and went into his bed. Slept.
The lesson from this story is, never sneak out.
Forever, Mister Owl
He climbed out. Not knowing that the reality's were warped so that he was entering the magic version of his town. The teen saw monsters roaming the streets. Not scared, thinking they were seniors from the high school. He climbed down from the roof. A giant bat swooped to catch him as he fell.
The bat took him to a cave high up in a mountain. "Why why, do we have a sneaky sneakster," it said.
"I'm not going anywhere," he stammered. "Just getting fresh air."
"Bah! The air is never fresh here!" It said as it beat its wings. A crack, and the bat turned around to see a big crocodile.
"Let him go," the croc said. "I'm hungry."
"NOOOO!" The bat's voice was sounding robotic but natural at the same time. "I found him. He was sneaking out! My domain!" As the two giant animals fought, the teen ran. He ran downed the mountain to his house.
He climbed up the storm pipe, back into his normal reality and went into his bed. Slept.
The lesson from this story is, never sneak out.
Forever, Mister Owl
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Magician's wand.
Two stories in one night, meaning I woke up randomly.
As a boy Sean didn't have many friends, so he played in his big backyard which he imagined was a giant magical kingdom. He'd run around with a magician's wand, being the king's wizard. Sean would cast spells that would deem quite amazing for a nine year old to think of. He wrote down the spells as he thought of them in a small notebook he called his magic work journal.
When Sean turned fourteen and went to high school, putting the wand and journal away. He gained a lot of friends. Started acting. He completely forgot about the magical kingdom.
Sean was cleaning out his room when he discovered the wand again, it was an odd sight for him because he barely remembered it. He took it, finding the journal. Sean looked at his handwriting then and laughed. He walked out of his room and to his backyard. Sean muttered a spell and the wand activated, a bright blue and pink firework erupted from it. "HOLY SHIT!"
He looked at the small journal, and looked around. Sean had discovered that his imagination could manifest into a true form.
Forever, Mister Owl
As a boy Sean didn't have many friends, so he played in his big backyard which he imagined was a giant magical kingdom. He'd run around with a magician's wand, being the king's wizard. Sean would cast spells that would deem quite amazing for a nine year old to think of. He wrote down the spells as he thought of them in a small notebook he called his magic work journal.
When Sean turned fourteen and went to high school, putting the wand and journal away. He gained a lot of friends. Started acting. He completely forgot about the magical kingdom.
Sean was cleaning out his room when he discovered the wand again, it was an odd sight for him because he barely remembered it. He took it, finding the journal. Sean looked at his handwriting then and laughed. He walked out of his room and to his backyard. Sean muttered a spell and the wand activated, a bright blue and pink firework erupted from it. "HOLY SHIT!"
He looked at the small journal, and looked around. Sean had discovered that his imagination could manifest into a true form.
Forever, Mister Owl
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Your Imaginary Friend.
Once upon a daylight dream; there was a young child. If my knowledge is correct, the child was a little eight year old girl. She was a loner in her elementary school, not many friends did she have. Although, she did have one. She played with him every day at recess. His name was Matthias, but the girl only called him Matty, mostly because, to be frank, it was easier for any eight year old to say. The girl began to like Matty a lot though. In our society of older people, we would know this as to be a crush.
One day, when the two were in her backyard, playing hide-and-seek, the girl witnessed her best friend vanish into thin air. Slowly did he vanish, but vanish he did. No, this wasn't magic, or even science for that matter. Matty had always just been a figment of the girl's imagination. Her very own imaginary friend.
The girl was sad for days on end about the situation. She called for Matty many times, hoping he'd just show up one day ready to continue the game of hide-and-seek that was left unfinished. But alas, her imaginary friend never returned.
Years went by, and the girl began to grow older, slowly forgetting her best friend Matthias. She entered junior high, and then started high school when she was fourteen, almost fifteen. By that time, she had forgotten Matthias almost completely. But on her first day of high school, she saw someone who reminded her distinctly of someone she had previously known. It looked like Matthias, but older. Not that she had realized that at the time. She only had noted how he looked familiar.
She soon saw that the boy was in her classes, and she found out his name was Matt, short for Matthias. This made the girl wonder, and after class, she tried to talk to him. She figured he was who she thought he was, so she tried to hang out with him more.
One day, she told him about her past, about the young imaginary boy who looked almost exactly like him who she used to play with. He somehow remember playing with her, but he couldn't touch her becauase he wasn't... real.
It was the weirdest moment ever. But the girl and Matthias began to talk even more. They became an 'item' as teens would say, and the girl was so happy because her imaginary dream friend was real. He was perfect, and he was real. And he was hers.
Forever, Mister Owl
One day, when the two were in her backyard, playing hide-and-seek, the girl witnessed her best friend vanish into thin air. Slowly did he vanish, but vanish he did. No, this wasn't magic, or even science for that matter. Matty had always just been a figment of the girl's imagination. Her very own imaginary friend.
The girl was sad for days on end about the situation. She called for Matty many times, hoping he'd just show up one day ready to continue the game of hide-and-seek that was left unfinished. But alas, her imaginary friend never returned.
Years went by, and the girl began to grow older, slowly forgetting her best friend Matthias. She entered junior high, and then started high school when she was fourteen, almost fifteen. By that time, she had forgotten Matthias almost completely. But on her first day of high school, she saw someone who reminded her distinctly of someone she had previously known. It looked like Matthias, but older. Not that she had realized that at the time. She only had noted how he looked familiar.
She soon saw that the boy was in her classes, and she found out his name was Matt, short for Matthias. This made the girl wonder, and after class, she tried to talk to him. She figured he was who she thought he was, so she tried to hang out with him more.
One day, she told him about her past, about the young imaginary boy who looked almost exactly like him who she used to play with. He somehow remember playing with her, but he couldn't touch her becauase he wasn't... real.
It was the weirdest moment ever. But the girl and Matthias began to talk even more. They became an 'item' as teens would say, and the girl was so happy because her imaginary dream friend was real. He was perfect, and he was real. And he was hers.
Forever, Mister Owl
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
The zombie that didn't like brains
There once was a zombie. His name was Freddie. He didn't like brains, not one bit. Freddie was more of a heart person. He was fascinated by how the heart beats and circulates blood through the living's bodies.
Since Freddie didn't like brains, he was exiled by the Zombie Council. He was to roam the tundra of Canada, since no one likes the cold of Canada. Freddie roamed the tundra, he found a hut and in that hut was a man. He was an old man, his hair were turning into icicles. Freddie knocked on the window, the man jumped and his heart skipped a beat. The zombie opened the door, walking over to the man. He pointed to his chest to where his heart would be. The old man just laid there, horrified. Freddie pointed to the old man's chest. The old man scurried away, into a corner.
Freddie didn't understand what the man was doing. He shuffled over to the man, grabbing a knife that was on a counter above the old man. Freddie cut a heart into the old man's chest were is heart was suppose to be. He plunged his hand into the man's chest and grabbed the heart. It was beating slowly.
Forever, Mister Owl
ps- I'm sorry, it's kind of gruesome and really short. It's just something on my mind right now. Good night.
Since Freddie didn't like brains, he was exiled by the Zombie Council. He was to roam the tundra of Canada, since no one likes the cold of Canada. Freddie roamed the tundra, he found a hut and in that hut was a man. He was an old man, his hair were turning into icicles. Freddie knocked on the window, the man jumped and his heart skipped a beat. The zombie opened the door, walking over to the man. He pointed to his chest to where his heart would be. The old man just laid there, horrified. Freddie pointed to the old man's chest. The old man scurried away, into a corner.
Freddie didn't understand what the man was doing. He shuffled over to the man, grabbing a knife that was on a counter above the old man. Freddie cut a heart into the old man's chest were is heart was suppose to be. He plunged his hand into the man's chest and grabbed the heart. It was beating slowly.
Forever, Mister Owl
ps- I'm sorry, it's kind of gruesome and really short. It's just something on my mind right now. Good night.
The Tree That Smiled
There once was a tree, it was a big tree, on a hill. The leaves were green except in an area that revealed two black lines and a black curved line to look like a smile. This tree was called the tree that smiled to teenagers who came to make out and have sex on the hill. It was alone on this hill, around the bottom of the hill were loads of trees.
The tree had an elf, yes an elf, living in it. He was the reason the tree was so happy. If the elf was happy, the tree was happy. The elf was an old one, it was resting in the tree for about three hundred years. His family had lived in these woods for thousands of years.
A contractor came to size up the trees for a new housing development, and thought to keep the hill as it was except to add a jungle gym so kids could play. He had it all planned, cut down the woods and build the houses, and add the park. Not knowing about the elf, and how he'd react to this modernization of the woods that had been here for a long time.
Three odd some month later, the building had started. Loud noise had awoken the elf from ten month slumber. He was grouchy, very unpleased. The small old elf climbed from his hole and onto a branch. The elf's wrinkled green skin and beady black eyes were practically invisible in the tree. He had a brown beard, and was balding. The elf let out a low growl as it saw it's families' homes from over the century vanishing. He crawled back into his tree. Mad.
The tree's green leaves started to turn as red as fire, the curved black line started to curve downward. The elf sat in his hole, plotting an evil plan.
On the last month of construction, the plan went underway. The tree started to move. It pulled it's roots out to make legs and feet. The tree started to go to the construction sites, grabbing people and throwing them. It did this for several hours.
The tree went back to the hill, and put it's roots back into the ground. The elf crawled out, chanting something as it went along the houses. The houses turned into trees, and more trees started to grow. He went back to his tree, and slept.
The tree's leaves and smile turned back to normal. It stayed that way forever.
Forever, Mister Owl
The tree had an elf, yes an elf, living in it. He was the reason the tree was so happy. If the elf was happy, the tree was happy. The elf was an old one, it was resting in the tree for about three hundred years. His family had lived in these woods for thousands of years.
A contractor came to size up the trees for a new housing development, and thought to keep the hill as it was except to add a jungle gym so kids could play. He had it all planned, cut down the woods and build the houses, and add the park. Not knowing about the elf, and how he'd react to this modernization of the woods that had been here for a long time.
Three odd some month later, the building had started. Loud noise had awoken the elf from ten month slumber. He was grouchy, very unpleased. The small old elf climbed from his hole and onto a branch. The elf's wrinkled green skin and beady black eyes were practically invisible in the tree. He had a brown beard, and was balding. The elf let out a low growl as it saw it's families' homes from over the century vanishing. He crawled back into his tree. Mad.
The tree's green leaves started to turn as red as fire, the curved black line started to curve downward. The elf sat in his hole, plotting an evil plan.
On the last month of construction, the plan went underway. The tree started to move. It pulled it's roots out to make legs and feet. The tree started to go to the construction sites, grabbing people and throwing them. It did this for several hours.
The tree went back to the hill, and put it's roots back into the ground. The elf crawled out, chanting something as it went along the houses. The houses turned into trees, and more trees started to grow. He went back to his tree, and slept.
The tree's leaves and smile turned back to normal. It stayed that way forever.
Forever, Mister Owl
Monday, April 13, 2009
Introductions
Hello, I will go as Mister Owl on this site. Not revealing my true identity till a later date.
I have problems sleeping sometimes, so I'm creating this blog to release my creativity when I'm half asleep at the night.
Each story will either be short or long, it depends.
I could do more convention methods, like listen to music or just stop thinking about random things.
Forever, Mister Owl.
ps- I know there is a quite similarity between Owl City and I, but I beg you not to point that out. I realize this. I respect Adam Young. And also, I know that eatmewhileimhot! use to be called mister owl. So don't point out the obvious.
pss- Any pictures used on this, either I took or I asked someone if I could use them.
I have problems sleeping sometimes, so I'm creating this blog to release my creativity when I'm half asleep at the night.
Each story will either be short or long, it depends.
I could do more convention methods, like listen to music or just stop thinking about random things.
Forever, Mister Owl.
ps- I know there is a quite similarity between Owl City and I, but I beg you not to point that out. I realize this. I respect Adam Young. And also, I know that eatmewhileimhot! use to be called mister owl. So don't point out the obvious.
pss- Any pictures used on this, either I took or I asked someone if I could use them.
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