Sunday, December 6, 2009

A new vision

I've decided this blog needs a new direction, so I will now be posting book reviews. Starting with Rampant, by Diana Peterfreund. Then probably Dark River, by Erin Hunter. Stay tuned....

Thursday, August 6, 2009

Italian Anyone

I find the italian lnaguage very intriguing, mostly because its like spanish except it sounds twelve times cooler. Casa dei Giochi anybody? Inzuppato nel crepuscolo vaniglia? Il mio posto preferito in tutti i di Venezia รจ il Plazzo Orpello. Ah italiano, the language of awesomeness. And i'm not just saying that because I have to learn 85% of the language just so I can join the Giovane Donna Mafia, and play Mafia Soccer on the Weekends, eh?

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

A Vignette

Sorry I haven't posted in a while. Here's something I wrote.

Death is like a Boomerang
© 2009 Emily Horn

Some things are like boomerangs, they always come back to haunt you. Suddenly it feels like the world is turned upside down. Sometimes, it feels like the only way you can fix the problems in life is to ignore them, but they never really go away. Death is one of those things, you can ignore it for however long you want, but someday, it just has to be put to rest, and if it isn't, sometimes it comes back to bite you in the butt. Death, is like a boomerang.

Early morning light was seeping through the vinyl tent fabric. A film of dew coated the zippered door. One set of eyes popped open, then another, both breathing steadily. Elissa rose from inside her sleeping bag, yawned. Then stiffened.
Do you hear that? She asked, suddenly quiet.
What? Then I heard it. A growling, chewing sound. An animal grumbling. Maggie had found something to eat.
That. She said, still quiet. She threw her covers off a marched out of the tent. I decided I should probably go too. Even though sleeping is my favorite past time. Oh, No! She yelped when she cleared the vinyl screen. I pushed past her.
Oh. Was all I said.
I can't really describe to you what it was like. It wasn't gruesome, or gory, or even carnage. It was just horrible. Trust me, waking up to see dead babies, is nothing you ever want to do.

Our house had many bird nests. Robins, Sparrows, Finches, even a Wood duck. Somehow our dog managed to kill every baby bird, just as it jumped out of it's nest.

Our back lawn was scattered with three dead bodies now. All twisted out of shape, wings broken, feathers bloody, lying in positions you wouldn't think even existed. She was chewing on something now. I ran over to her, and kicked her hard in the side.
Let go! I yelled, Let go! She whimpered and dropped the baby bird, and ran off.
I picked up the helpless little body. It was covered in slobber, a little blood, slightly disheveled. It was in better shape than the others, and it's heart was still beating, I felt the tiny beats, in my palm. I can't tell you how much I wanted that bird to live. I cradled it, and found the nest, right under the deck. I stood on tip toe and placed it back in. I begged it to live. It was so innocent. Why couldn't it live? I knew that it wanted to live.
It was God's creature, it had to live, it had to..... It didn't. I checked on it later, when the tent was out away, and the dog locked up, and the three dead bodies tossed into the rubbish pile. It's heart was dead, it was dead. I couldn't change that.
It's been three years, and now. My dog is dead. She shouldn't be, she should have lived five more years. She didn't. I wanted her to live.....but she didn't. She needed surgery. Really expensive surgery. My mom didn't want to spend that much. So my dad put her down.
It killed him to have to do it. He's hunted with her, played with her, stroked her. I had too. I cried and cried the night before mom told me. I was going away tonight. I couldn't see her last moments, or pet her one last time. It killed me too. I kept her tags, the entire week I was away, in my pocket. When I got home I saw the little grave they had dug, with the fake flowers on top, ones that can be kept there forever. There's no cross, no tombstone. I tell my self I'll make one for her. I tell my self I'll hang her tags on it. I tell myself many things I never do.
My dog killed those birds. My dad killed my dog, and someday, he's going to die too. I pray to God nobody kills him.
Death is like a boomerang. I'm going to die. Every day I die a little more. As much as I wish I wouldn't, I am. I can wish all I want that I won't, but all I can hope is that I go somewhere when I die. I wonder if dogs go to heaven? I wonder, if baby birds do? I hope so. I hope so.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Golden Fields, Dark Forests, Rising Buttes

Before long, as you take the last step over the next rise, you are met with a prodigious sight. Before your eyes stretches miles and miles of wondrous beauty. Ahead of you stretches a golden field of taut grasses. Simultaneously you notice that dotted along this shimmering field are several small, dark emerald leafed shrubs. Their small leaves grow upward, welcoming the dimming sunlight. Meanwhile, far in the distance you spot the shrubs merging into large trees of congruous complexion. To your left, you gaze upon three small clearings etched deep into the sage-colored forest. The arched tips of the trees stretch on for what seems like forever and a day to the west and east.
Beyond that, in the center of your vision, steep Buttes and red-rock hills rise, to tower over the vista. The first of these towers is two-fold, the sunset light radiating off the eastern side, illuminating the sublime fissures carved into them centuries ago. The tower is shaped into two steep bluffs, the second melting into smaller hills and crags. Likewise, yonder behind that first precipice, mountains of a rather ruddy nature kiss the dusky sky.
If you gaze up into the clear blue, that only comes far in the wild, where no cities can pollute its glory, you see a rainbow of colors reaching down to shake your hand. Subsequently, the firmament that strokes the sanguine copper hills, occurs to be a lovely tinge of luminescent rose. Reaching to the empyrean sphere of the heavens, the complexion of the sky turns a apricot color. At this point, the sun paints the rainbow amber that fades into moss, before reaching its neck into the wild blue yonder. At all this you sigh a deep sigh, and breath relief at seeing such splendor.

Thursday, February 5, 2009

The Origin of Species?

The Origin of Species?
Removing Evolution from the Science curriculum
By Emily C. Horn

Language Arts Block 7, Academic Literacy Block 4
Contrary to popular belief, you do not have to believe in evolution to be a great scientist, among the names of famous scientists how believed in creation; Carolus Linnaeus, Gregor Mendel, Issac Newton, and Louis Pasteur. All were great scientists who contributed much to science, and biology. Why then if they were such great men, do we have to teach evolution to the young. In a recent survey, about 80% of people surveyed within the Midwest thought that Creationism alone should be taught in schools, 68% thought it should be taught alongside evolution, while only 5% thought that only evolution should be taught. According to other data, the majority of people, in some form or another believe themselves to be creationists. Evolution should not be taught in the school system, because it is offensive to a vast majority, and they shouldn't have to sit through it.
If racism is so frowned upon in science today, how can we let evolution slip through the cracks too. I bet that almost everyone who favours evolution being taught in school, does not know that the Full title for the Origin of species, is The Origin of Species or The Preservation of Favoured Races in the Struggle for Life. Favoured Races, come on what is that about, Darwin is obviously hinting at something here we have failed to see in all our studies. On the side of the evolutionists, they think that nothing can be proven without evolution. I beg to differ, if you have any religious background at all, it can indeed. Evolutionists are getting rather bold lately, with their unabashed dogmatism, they fail to realize that 90% of people consider themselves creationists in some way or another. According to the US department of education, Students do have rights when it comes to subjection concerning conflicting points. While students can openly be excused from a discussion that conflicts their beliefs, Teachers can in fact rule out remarks that are religious, the law specifically targets objections to evolution. Everyone is entitled to their religious freedom, even in schools, and forcing kids to learn evolution, when they believe otherwise, is wrong, and is restricting that religious freedom.
I bet you did not know that many science teachers do not teach, or approve of evolution, in fact about 20% reject it completely, and 10,000 others believe in creationism. However, if evolution is taught, more people are likely to believe it, that's about only 33% of college students. Which is why we should not teach evolution in schools, when we will have to learn about it anyways in college. Based on a recent survey, 42% of people in the US believe God created us in one form or another. However 84% believe in intelligent design, which is basically that a higher being created us, not necessarily God. As you can see many people do not believe in the theory of evolution, to some it is even insulting, therefore, teachers shouldn't be forced to teach it if they don't want to, and students shouldn't have to learn it if they don't want to. On the subject of the use of the evolution curriculum, and it's preciseness, One school in Dover is already switching to an intelligent design curriculum, called 'Of Pandas and People: The Central Question of Biological Origins', meanwhile, in Atlanta, textbooks have a warning label stating 'Evolution is a Theory, not a fact' Why can we not have these labels in our textbooks? How come intelligent design is never mentioned at all, why must we sit and take it all as being true? We shouldn't have to put up with it, if we don't want to. Evolution is not a proven fact, and textbooks should not include it. How can anyone prove evolution took so long either? Look at the butterfly, it transforms itself in weeks, and comes out perfect. Why did we have too take so long to change into ourselves anyways? How can we acuratly measure the age of the earth. Carbon Dating is not acurate at all, it takes a lot of guessing, and if a scientist, measuring a rock wants it to be millions of years old, he can make it millions of years old. That is why I feel evolution is invalid in the ways of science, and the origin of life could never be tht random. In the past decades religion has been attacked for its use in schools, but why hasn't evolution. Forcing Evolution on people is like saying they can't believe in anything but. Just like Religion being tossed out of schools, Evolution needs to be tossed out, because it conflicts with the religious rights of our youth. In truth, Evolution has no place in our schools; it should not be taught or promoted in our schools.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Writer Hate

I can't believe it, but taking Twilight as an example, I am actually scared to become an author. Everyone is going to beat up everything I say and smash it into a pulp, saying it is stupid. I think maybe now I am gaving second thoughts. What if everyone hates me, what if I never get published or anything. I've dreamed of sucess, but have never thought of failure before. I guess I should just follow God and my Gut then, that always works. If I am descriptive people will beat me up, if I keep it clean people will beat me up, or if it is bad, and even if evreryone loves it and it gets made into a movie people will beat me up. Oh well, I guess I could live with it and just keep from writing badly.

Monday, January 26, 2009


This is my little (not imaginary) kitty fluffys.
Not fluffy foos.

Friday, January 9, 2009

Evolution is the Devil

When you really think of how big the world is, how huge and awesome it can be. You can't doubt the existence of something more. When you think about the universe, and how our tiny planet earth, is the only one known to support life, you have to wonder why it was us, why not mars, or venus. Because someone wanted it that way, a supreme being who had to care enough to make everything in the universe.
Imagine the fire, scientifically it is created by a chemical reaction, but what made the reaction take place, how come it makes heat, why isn't it cold like ice. It's because the designer of the universe wanted it to be that way.
Why is the human body so complex and perfect? It's not because over a million years we got LUCKY and just HAPPENED to evolve into something better. NO it is because someone wanted us to be like this. No thanks to stupid atheists ad stuff, because evolution can't do anything that perfect. Evolution is random, humanity is not and anyone who thinks that there is no god, and that all of LIFE is just some random spectacular event, then I have one thing to tell you. You are going to roast, burn and fry in the Lake of Fire someday.