Spooky Share

I really liked how Natalie M.'s story was a mystery story, and I felt like the picture she choose went really well with the story plot. Savanna's story although short, kept me very entertained thought the entire thing, can't wait till the story comes to a full resolution ( also I really enjoyed her magic tree frog poem that she wrote). although there wasn't a story for me to read on Teyondra's blog I felt like their idea of Halloween seemed very down to earth and they seem like a very all around nice person. Happy Halloween!!!!!

The Pizza Man

 

*note this is an unfinished piece, sorry I haven't edited it yet either so yeah...*

~~~Back-story~~~

“I learned that from the pizza man” Cas slurred as he broke the kiss, referring to an inappropriate movie he had seen whilst flipping through the channels at the motel where Sam and Dean were staying at. Now, an angel shouldn’t have relations with any demon, but Meg was different. Meg would help the Winchesters against Crowley, another demon who calls himself the king of hell; But Meg didn’t help them because it was the right thing to do necessarily, rather that she really didn’t like Crowley but nonetheless she developed a bond with the Winchesters especially since they both had the same motives most of the time. Clarence, as Meg would call Cas seemed to have a certain attraction for Meg and her for him as well; though it appeared to be something deeper, that it was their love for Sam and Dean that brought them together.    

~~~End Back-story~~~

 

 

            Desperately trying to find the angel tablet, only Meg knows where it would be, being the only one who has been around long enough, and who isn’t dead yet which is why the Winchesters are trying to find her, but when he did it was too late. Crowley had gotten to her already as the scar marks and stab wounds indicate “I still didn’t tell him” said retorted, her eyes still swollen closed and although her voice was raspy, there was still that undeniable trademark tone of sass lurking between words “Tell Clarence I’ll catch the pizza man later” and with that her black demon eyes became glassy, almost doll like, and her red hair matted heavily obvious with long term torture, undoubtedly Crowley’s work. It always came down to this, every friend, every family member always died. Yet every time, Dean especially couldn’t help but feel torn and loose that much more hope for this already devastated world. The truth was even though he tried to stay positive, Dean just couldn’t see the light at the end of the tunnel, and he can’t even imagine it. Sam on the other hand is motivated by the light, he knows it’s there and he’s moved by it, which baffles Dean because they’ve been through some crap that not just any everyday Joe goes through, not even every hunter. And looking back on the past they remember when their biggest concern was when their dad had gone on a hunt and hadn’t been back in a few days. But what life did they really have? Going from motel to motel, eating only fast food, life on the road, almost getting killed by just about every supernatural creature, stealing credit cards because this job doesn’t pay anything, fake ids; these were the reasons why Dean sought it difficult to keep persevering, but why Sam does. But right now instead of grieving they needed to find that tablet, that tablet when given to the wrong hands could potentially turn the earth into a literal hell. Sam had become so weak though, from doing the demon trials to close the gates of hell. It was a struggle for Dean to see Sam this way because he never wanted his brother to go through this; it was supposed to be him. All he ever wanted for Sam was to go to college like he had wanted to, and to have a family, and live in a nice house; he could see a future for Sam. That’s why now he would do anything to help. Family always came first, that’s how it’s always been, ever since Dean was little and his dad made him take care of his little brother. It was always shoot first ask questions later, which was how they survived and kept each other alive.

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It came to the point where Sam was now on the last trial for shutting the gates of hell, and he never looked worse. Sam's health had increasingly deteriorated due to the lengthy processes the trials demanded. Cas had the angel tablet now and left the Winchesters behind for their own safety, and for the safety of the angel tablet as well so neither Crowley nor Naomi, an angel who took over heaven. Cas had teamed up with another angel named Metatron to save heaven, and then the unthinkable happened. Cas and Metatron were doing trials to save heaven, and bring peace to the world but Metatron had crossed Cas and then.. the angels started to fall. Heaven was locked out forcing angels into our world. Good intentions or not.

Trick-or-Treat

Recipe:
1 pound of sugar
1 pound of spice
1 pound of everything nice
anD A VAT OF CHEMICAL X

• mix together the sugar, spice, and everything nice
• once mixed break open that vat of chemical x
• !!!DO NOT CONSUME POTION!!!
• this is the perfect recipe for three little super power girls, upon consumption will result in fatal illness which could later become causes of death.

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A List of Past Halloween Costumes worn by me that I can remember:

• skunk
• peter pan
• Cinderella
• Snow White
• devil
• pop star
• vampire
• witch
• clown
• robber
• mummy
• farmer

 

 

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As I looked at the Jack-o-Lantern, it seemed to be looking back at me. Then I began to wonder what was in that candy in which the old man had given us. I didn't feel good and by the looks that the pumpkin was giving me I probably didn't look so good either. As I attempt to gather my bearings I notice my peers are as well experiencing the same symptoms as I am currently experiencing which confirms my suspicions that the old man had given us tainted candy on this Halloween night. Parents and teachers always talked about letting them check your candy before you eat it because of people who would put things like razorblades or poison in treats and then give them to kids like us, but we always though "oh, it couldn't happen to me" but look at us now. Wasted on the pavement in the drive way of the neighboring house, my group lay unable to move, like myself, due to the affects of the poison. At that moment I began to become unable to keep my eyes open any longer and that's when I heard it, the footsteps, undeniably that of the old man that gave us the candy. I heard him take each one of my friends into his house until only I was left outside, and I tried my best to open my eyes and move my numb body to safety but it was too late. he dragged me and left me somewhere in his house, probably the basement on account that I could feel him drag me down some stairs. And that was the last anyone would hear of me,  the last that I was ever going to be outside again, the last time I was ever going to be free. No one would know what ever happened to that one girl in math class, all they would know is that she was gone possibly forever. All their parents would spend countless nights awake looking for their lost children, blaming themselves for not going with them "come on! we're responsible!" they had said and their parents reluctant "well... alright, I love you be safe." speech they had given them before they left will forever haunt their memories.



Music is always the answer (part2)

• it really depends on which genre of music I'm listening to evoke certain emotions, but I really enjoy listening to instrumental pieces because it makes me feel "real"
• my favorite song changes just about everyday but today I'm feeling the song London calling; its an instrumental piece that I really enjoy, its from star trek but it really is very beautiful and I wouldn't have guessed it was from star trek if I hadn't already known.
• my taste of music has changed over the years from god awful to almost hippy really chill music.
• my friends listen to some songs that I like but over all I think that we all have very different tastes and listen to different types of music because we are different people and not all friends need to listen to the same sort of music to get along. its when a friend insults your taste and preferences in music and argue that theirs is better than yours that makes people not friends.
• music for me, offers a place for my thoughts and feelings to go and be inspired and relax a moment.
• I don't think I'd want to be a musician professionally because I am currently a musician and although I love it I can't commit to it.

music is always the answer

• 80s pop and new wave music reminds Srta. Hoover of her childhood, while rock n' roll and pop music reminds me of mine.
• B. Manolo is Mrs. A's favorite singer because she's gone to many of their concerts and she really likes the style of music they play. My favorite singer or group really depends on what I feel like listening to that day- however I don't think I really have one because I like to listen to various songs all with different music styles, but I think I prefer instrumental music the most.
• The song I Hope You Dance by Leanne Wallmack reminds Mrs. A of her family. The song video killed the radio star reminds me of my family because when I was little my parents would lay that in the car a lot and we would all sing together.
• Srta. Hoover does go to concerts and she says that any concerts that are outside are all memorable for her.
  
  The kind of "concerts" I go to are theatrical plays rather than bands or singers, I've seen The Lion King, Oklahoma, Oliver, The Nutcracker and I've played in a few plays here at school in the pit such as Phantom of the Opera, Pirates of Penzance, and currently I am in Spamalot. All the plays I've seen are memorable for me in different ways and I like every one in different ways too.
• Srta. Hoover normally doesn't listen to the radio in her car,  she prefers to listen to her own music whether it be on a CD or her iPod. I like to listen to the stations 99.9, 106.7, 96.5, 92.9, and many others; It just depends on if that station is playing any songs that I like.
  
• Mrs. Thater said that the band Kiss was very controversial/offensive to some when she was growing up, and the only type of music that offends her is music that degrades women and treats them like objects. I don't really remember there being any controversial music when I was growing up because maybe it was the way my parents raised me, but music is all expression and they taught me to respect every body's opinion. I remember though, that everyone really liked the blue song (Im blue da ba dee da ba di da ba dee da ba di da ba dee da ba di da ba dee Da ba di da ba dee da ba di )
• Mrs. Thater doesn't refuse any type of music, she's willing to try it out but she'll never just refuse to listen to something just because its a certain genre or because of a group or singer sings it; and In that I believe that her and I are alike in trying new things.

Works by Edward Hopper

There once was a man who never though to make much of himself. sure he went through his schooling and had his parents there for him when he needed them, but he never intended to make much of his life due to lack of motivation that the world seemed to leave out for him. merely just existing now- no family, friends, or relatives for his parents had passed on around his early thirties. currently living in his abandoned box cart he found along an empty train track route that just like him has been left alone in the world with not much, if anything at all to offer. "Maybe he'll change." they said as he grew up "It's just a phase", but no; Not with the world we live in today. Is there really purpose for this one man? everyday people grow up to go to school everyday, until they're old enough then they say "go to college, and educate yourself." then that person has debt from "educating themselves" and then goes on to work. This person works all day, and for what? To pay off their debt that they got from going onto college to receive an education. and now the person is old and decides to retire, with what really that the person achieved in life? making money? getting a nice house? "Materialistic fundamentals are not worthy enough to be living for." the hobo says, " And yet people still ask me why I didn't do something with my life, when all along they saw I had nothing to offer."

Poems for Paintings

You Can't Repeat The past

 

Feeling foolish for remembering

but I just can't seem to let it go

about what happened a thousand years ago

I'm trying to forget it all

and simply just have a ball

I came here to have fun

this is all so dumb...

maybe it's a sign

but for now I'll just sit here and dine

because I've had a little too much wine

I should really drink some coffee

while I think about you and me

 

Of Corse You Can Repeat the Past, Old Sport 

 

Sitting here Like we always used to do

at our favorite restaurant here, just after two

When I would look into your eyes

and my stomach would swarm with butterflies

I would order my usual hot green tea

while you always got the black coffee

no cream, or sugar, always bitter

which is more or less how it ended

well dear, I know we've been better

which is why I will always show up here

and wait for the better life we always had planned together

 

art(walk)

Life on The Sea ( a Tonka)

wandering the sea

no true direction is set

waiting and watching

maybe one day they will bite

but for now they keep swimming

Window Poem

 

Straight ahead I see the untold adventures that deep space holds

there are new stars and galaxies making today different

sometimes following protocol can be rewarding

sometimes you need to know when to break the rules

you can't always see it, but you know it's out there

whether it be here or there, only your heart can tell

when traveling at warp speed to a new adventure

and boldly go where no one has gone before.

6 word memoirs

I came in like a wrecking-ball

 

My life is like a fart

 

I believe that we will win

I like to watch cat videos

 

Trek yourself before you wreck yourself

 

Who cares, we got a medal!

 

Dream Pillow

 

Lumpy and wrinkled

fear of demons in nightmares

causes restless sleep

 

maybe they will stop

and give me one night of rest

I need to have hope

 

how unbearable

having demons linger in

am I in too deep?

 

hoping and dreaming

that someday I will be free

is it possible?

 

Continuous fear

Of the inevitable

Compresses my dreams

 

Though I can’t see it

I know it’s out there somewhere

Because I can feel

 

The light is out there

Waiting for me to find it

And bring me back home

 

Sure I am still scared

But I will still go to bed

Because I have hope

 

I have hope today

And tomorrow I will too

That’s all one needs

 

To keep faith in life

Can be difficult with time

Become consuming

 

But I see the light

Now I just have to get there

And this too shall pass

A bright future

In my future, I intend to go to a good college to receive an equally good education so I can do something in my life and also obtain a job.

 

In my future I will be sure to keep a sense of humor so I don't take everything quite so seriously, but also know when to be serious enough as to not offend anyone or become considered a clown of sorts.

In my future I also plan on having pets, I've come to love the ferrets that I currently own and I can't see me ever not having them. So it's going to happen, I'm going to own 183473845 ferrets. I may or may not be exaggerating, but I'm at least going to own 2. other than that I don't really know what else I have planned in my future because if there's one thing I've learned is that plans hardly ever work out; things change and so do people so sometimes you just got to go with the flow of things and it'll all eventually work out.