In the blog section we have stories and poetry. Each entry should be entered under the correct author (select as a category in the dropdown).
|Posted by E. D. on February 17, 2012 at 10:30 PM||comments (0)|
What up people? Script here. So, it's been a month here. Incredible! I'm really tired and down right now. Just tired of drama, and I haven't had a cigarette for a week. Nathan tasked Knife with disposing of all my cigarettes. Little bastard! Quitting is a drag, but so much more doable with that little thieving prick around! Ah well, he means well... besides, I know it's for my own good.
So, speaking of drama, Abby still hasn't talked to me, which is longer than we've gone without ...Read Full Post »
|Posted by E. D. on February 17, 2012 at 10:20 PM||comments (0)|
Holy Crap! It's been only three weeks since I came here?! I know my past few posts have been about how fast time has flown by, but I guess it's dawning on me just how much has happened in less than a month's time. A lot of the events bleed together, so give me a sec to isolate last week from the blur...
Let's see... Nate caught me smoking out on the grounds...Yeah, got chewed out for like an hour, and then he told Abby! (I promised her I'd quit.) So I've been trying to avoid Nate,...Read Full Post »
|Posted by E. D. on January 31, 2012 at 1:25 AM||comments (0)|
Greetings readers, Script here.
Man, things have gotten out of hand! So, I've been training with Professor Seer to improve my illusory skills. I did a little research and found out most mutants that cast illusions were bad guys and gals, and that miffed me until Professor Seer caught me with one heck of an illusion that scared the crap out of me! She's so freaking hot, and I have her for Math too! Things have been a bit rocky learning from a telepath because I don't generate illu...Read Full Post »
|Posted by E. D. on January 31, 2012 at 1:05 AM||comments (0)|
Hey folks, it's Script again! Man, it's hard to believe it's been a week since I moved in here! Life has been a blur this past week! Day two, I felt duped because it was full of Math, English, and other school stuff, albeit with super-hot babes teaching and classmates with powers... Silly me!
Day two was filled with other topics though, and these were way more interesting. Shop with these dudes in armor (real heroes that went up through the Academy); gym was a huge obstacle course...Read Full Post »
|Posted by E. D. on January 31, 2012 at 12:35 AM||comments (0)|
Hey, looks like I get my own computer here at the Academy! Awesome! So, I guess I'll start a journal to chronicle my time here.
So, Ethan Winters here. The uptight suit that snagged me gave me the codename 'Scrypt,' but why misspell the word? The name's Script, thank you very much! I know... why the weird moniker, right? Well, turns out all those jerks at school were right: I'm a mutie! That's why I have gray hair, yes, but apparently I have powers too, or so the suit says. I can create...Read Full Post »
|Posted by E. D. on December 8, 2011 at 10:40 AM||comments (0)|
The sun's first beams began to stretch across the horizon as Garrick Willow stepped outside his house. It was early on Gray Island, but Garrick could not sleep anyway. Today was Garrick's twelfth birthday, and he was to receive his first pokeball soon. Already visions of Onyx and Squirtles occupied Garrick's mind. Besides, Garrick was used to seeing the sunrise; Garrick's dad wanted him to have something to fall back on, and being a blacksmith's son meant appre...Read Full Post »
|Posted by E. D. on June 9, 2011 at 12:20 AM||comments (0)|
Here I stand
gazing at the masks around me:
'I'm a nice person, I swear!
And I really do care!'
So go the personal advertisements,
A veritable wall of such disguises.
I want to know and be known
To learn, teach, and show
But the masquerade moves on
In search of those impressed
By the masks they have donned
Leaving me perplexed
|Posted by E. D. on November 13, 2010 at 7:15 PM||comments (0)|
The slam of lockers carried over the din of shuffling feet and mumbled conversations of the mass of students rushing between classes. 'Another Monday morning' thought Ethan to himself as he pushed the TV to Mrs Donahue's classroom. Fall had come and gone, and winter showed bright white through the windows as Ethan rolled past. With Abby's tutoring, E...Read Full Post »