Personal Apology

I would just like to say sorry for taking so long  to post part 2 of the Convention. In all of the chaos that is my life, i completely forgot!! Sorry!

A Warriors Ballad- Part II

Part II

The life he had chosen soon would take its toll

While he craved that love, for that girl he used to know

Slowly, he went insane, and everybody saw

That this young warrior lost his mind, indeed he had lost it all

They sent him on his way to find that lovely girl

But he then found out  she was gone and he had lost his whole world

Through this tale we can learn that it is better to risk it all

Than to give it up and suffer the fall

For if we take our chances we may avoid this fate

And  find true love before it is too late. 

A Warriors Ballad- Part I

Part I

A young lad off to war, to learn the way of the fist

A desperate mother, keeping her son was her only wish

But he left to lead a warrior’s life, to live his childhood dream

He would soon find out things aren’t what they seem

His heart told him what his brain would not hear, that end the end he’d die

He went in anyways and soon drowned in his pride 

For a while he beat the odds, and made it through seven years

Until one day he found someone that he would hold so dear

Midnight eyes and raven hair, the warrior fell in love

But the life he had chosen would intervene and take away his love

When he was called to lead a warrior’s life, one from up above

(The Long Awated) The Convention -Part 2

At that instant, all of the scary movies I had seen in the past, the ones I had always laughed at, played through my mind in a flash. The images made me shudder, because at that second I became a believer of more than just the supernatural. Incredibly, the voices in the room came not from people, but from monsters. After the first second of initial shock, my mind tried to rationalize what I was seeing.

            They’re just people in Halloween costumes, I told myself. I was soon proved wrong. All of the monsters were gathered around a large, old, circular, wooden table, for the most part. All of the characters in monster movies were there. It was truly a monster convention. Dracula was at the head of the table and thankfully the furthest away from me. I assumed him to be the leader, from his position. He had pale, chalky skin, bright blood red eyes, and pale red wings with a black lining. They looked like they were made of the same things as regular bat wings. The overall image was extremely terrifying. To his right was a trio of witches. Not surprisingly, Hollywood producers had gotten their profile wrong. They were each beautiful, and not ugly as they were typically portrayed. I wondered if they were naturally this way, or if they maybe used a potion. From very recent events, I was inclined to think the latter. Continuing to the right, ghosts were gathered in a group. I immediately saw that they were not the typical white transparent figures shown in movies. Instead, they were a faint light green color, closer to a translucent shade, a little more solid than what I was used to seeing. They did hover, however.

Beside them were two more familiar characters. The mummy and the werewolf were sitting beside each other and were joking around, as far as I could tell. Next to them was Mr. Hyde (he looked scarier and not quite so human, so I didn’t think it was Dr.Jeckyl, plus he was with monsters, so he probably wouldn’t go human). Conversing with him was a skeleton, who was called Mr. Bones. At the other end of the table across from Dracula was the headless horseman. He looked eerie, more so than the rest. It was probably because of the jack-o-lantern floating above the black cloak instead of a head. Conspicuously sitting to his left was Frankenstein’s monster, who was large enough to take up two or three spots. Rather than the usual green color, he was a normal flesh color. There were the large bolts protruding from his head and scars scattered about his face. In a corner behind him were mischievous-looking goblins, huddled together and muttering. I eyed them suspiciously, wondering what they were conspiring about. I watched the monsters talk among themselves for about five minutes or so when Dracula called them to order, proving my assumption about him being the leader right. I was shocked to see the group become automatically silent.

“Roll call,” he declared in a deep, grave, chilling voice. It naturally commanded authority. I was beginning to see why he was the leader. He then proceeded to call out names. “Amelia, Pricilla, and Camellia, here,” he glanced at a sheet of paper, checking them off. Who knew monsters were so organized? “The ghosts are here.” he continued. I was following the circle of monsters, and saw that the werewolf was trying to unwrap the mummy. I was snickering and trying to suppress my laughter, so it took me a while to miss the fact that Dracula didn’t call their names. I looked at him and saw him giving the two creatures death glares. All of the other monsters froze. Mr. Hyde sighed beside them. I barely had time to think “uh-oh” when he began to harshly reprimand them.

“How dare you behave so juvenilely when I am talking! Rusty, fix Manny’s wrapping. You know what happens when you do that!” I sucked air through my mouth, made my “ohh” face, and my eyes widened as I thought I want to drink your blood! , in that terrible Transylvanian accent they always give Dracula in movies. My shoulders hunched and my body shook with suppressed laughter. What a cliché. I shook my head. By the look in Dracula’s face, I was expecting ‘Rusty’ to fall on the floor writhing in pain. I was shocked to see Dracula give him one last dirty look as the werewolf immediately began undoing the damage, and continue ‘calling the role’. Way to hold up the fort, Dracky, I thought sarcastically. I rolled my eyes and shook my head. Monsters, I snorted. This began to turn excitingly comical for me.

I also discovered that the headless horseman’s name was Hector. What next? Finally, Dracula finished up, and I was surprised that he didn’t reprimand the goblins, who were muttering through the whole thing. Apparently this was a normal occurrence. Then they went about their short meeting, which was dead boring since I had no clue what they were talking about. I only got that something was going on with the European monsters. Tsk, those Europeans are always causing trouble, I joked silently. I grinned. At that moment, a hunchback came in, wearing patched clothing and an apron. I guessed that he was a servant to the meeting. I made a disgusted face at the grotesque, despicable creature. Most of the monsters ignored his entrance and carried on with their conversations. Dracula, however, addressed him.

“Ah Igor, once you finish in here, would you be so kind as to check on the animals and tend to their needs?” Igor nodded curtly.

“Would you make sure you feed and water Jack when you check on Griffy and Torch?”  Hector asked. The short hunchback nodded again. I thought back to mythical creatures. Griffy must be a Griffin and Torch must be a dragon (dragons blow fire so I guessed that it made sense). Because Hector didn’t have his famous horse around with him, I assumed that Jack was referring to the missing animal. I prepared myself to hide deeper when Igor moved, afraid he would go out the back door, but then he went out a door that must have been on the side of the house. Hearing the door shut made me wonder what time it was. I glanced at my watch, which read 1:05. How I was not tired? I decided that I really needed to leave, despite how intriguing this was. I also was not sure how long they would be here and I needed to be gone before they left so I would not be caught or stuck here. 

Check back on Wednesday for the final part of The Convention!! (There- I have a specific date!) 

The Convention- Part 1

All of my life, I never believed in monsters or ghosts. I had always laughed at scary things because no such things exist, right? After an encounter on one chilly Halloween night, that all changed. That night made me a believer.
On Halloween night, I couldn’t decide what I wanted to do, so I decided to do a bit of everything. This was exactly the reason I loved Halloween. You had so many options; trick-or-treating, seeing haunted houses, playing pranks on people and scaring them. Being older, I passed up on the trick-or-treating, although I did go to haunted houses and scare people. I guess the saying what goes around comes around is true, because later I got the scare of my life.
One part of my fun filled night was daring to visit the empty manor down the street. Everyone always said that the large vacant house was haunted, and I wanted to prove them wrong. For that reason, I approached the dark house with the boarded windows. Although I had always been dexterous, I had to clamber up the steep concrete steps that led to the house. Because the manor was a long way from the main road and hidden by a mile-long grove of trees, the noise could not be heard unless you were at the house itself. Since I was, I heard the indistinct rise of voices emitting from the house. Not wanting to be seen, I crept silently around the house. The back door was slightly ajar, so I entered. The noise I had faintly heard outside suddenly became louder. I guessed that the voices were coming from the front part of the house. Instead of being frightened, I was curious. I knew everyone was terrified of this place, so I wondered why there were so many voices. The question compelled me to press on through the rooms.

I soon discovered that the noise came from the kitchen. I waited until I was safely hidden in the next room, which happened to be the living room, to see who was in there. I spotted a large, blue and white ornamental vase that was larger than me, so I chose that as my cover. I peeked around the vase and could not believe what I saw.

Check back soon for part 2!!!

Who knew there could be a twist in a poem

We met the end too abruptly
Never would have worked, you and me
Now Im out with a friend or two
Anything to get my mind off you 
Inside myself for way too long
Then I realize i know this song
A cute man walks up, invites me to the dance floor
Why not? My heart cant possibly hurt more
I follow blindly, then we begin to swirl
Im lost in the beat my world in a whirl 
I loose myself to forget your face 
The song takes me to a better place 
The music ends, and I come to
I look, up, the man is you