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.

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.

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.

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.

Fluffys

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

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.

Nadia Sorren

This is the picture I drew of Nadia, from Nadia's song. She has the wings of a Harris' Hawk, and is fourteen years old. Maybe I will upload some more of my pictures if you think its good. Try taking the quiz to let me know what you think. Here is the Prelude to the story:

One girl virtually alone in the world, will find a way to fly away
This is Nadia,
This is Nadia's Song

Prelude
Seven years previous

It was cold. So cold.

I remember that day as if it were yesterday, Who knows, maybe it was. It was so cold though. I was only Seven, but I remember so well.

We were high on a mountain top in our little village, where my parents had come to be missionaries years ago. Somewhere in the Swiss Alps. But I was different, In so many ways. I wanted to go inside it was so cold that day.
The leather harness on my back started to chaff but I knew I couldn't take it off. It held in my wings. Yes, Wings. Beautiful wings, the covert feathers are bright reddish auburn, like my hair. The Primaries are mostly Black that fades to silver and blends into the auburn. Like a hawks, but they were wings, and they were so beautiful. I had only used they a few times, when I was with mother, picking berries in the valley below. She would let me stretch them out and even fly.
Ah, flying it was so glorious to feel the sun beating down and my wings outstretched. Flying, feeling the gentle rhythm of my wings, up and down, up and down. But then mother would call me back. I would furl my wings and she would bind them up again. But today it didn't matter, it was so cold, and something was coming, I could feel it in my bones.
The air all around me felt damp, and dark, I gazed around, and saw the tall pines, the dirt path, the ravine below me. I heard a car coming up the road, from far below. I heard my name being called, Nadia, I turned. It was mother, she made hand motions for me to come.
"Nadia my dear you must come inside, I have something to tell you!" Her face was flushed and her blonde tresses damp with sweat, like always when she is nervous. She led me inside our cottage and sat me down beside the fire. It felt so good, to be warm again. "Nadia my darling there is something I must tell you my dear." My dear, you'd think she could find another word to use!
"Nadia, in a little bit there are going to be some men here; they're coming for you, only you must not be here when they come, do you understand?" Even though I couldn't comprehend what she was saying I nodded.
She sat me down on the couch and took off my sweater leaving me in my under shirt. She began to undo the straps, on the harness, I could feel my wings being lifted from where they were tight against my back, poking through 2 holes I had cut in my shirt. She took the harness off of me completely.
"Mama, how do I get away from here?" I asked her, not getting what she wanted me to do.
"You must fly." I stared at her dumbfounded. I gaped at her bluntness. I didn't know what to say. She picked me up and sat me down beacause at that point I couldn't move. Mama walked into her bedroom.
Our house only had two, it was a small rectangle, half hanging over the meadows where the shepards took out their flocks. I loved to watch the little shepard boys, no older than me, dragging thier little lambs into the grazing pasture. But there were no shepards in the valley today, today was too cold.
I followed Mama into her bedroom, and watched as she dug through her closet, finally pulling out a sling, which she draped over my shoulder and between my wings.
"What?" I started but Mama hushed me. She walked into my room now and over to the cradle, and pulled out my baby sister Leena.
Then, much to my surprise set her gently into the sling around my neck. She adjusted the straps, until it was tight enough to hold her in.
"You want me to bring Leena too?" I asked, She nodded. "Mummy, I...Why do I have to leave?"
"Oh! Nadia I wish you didn't have too, but you do. There are some really bad people who are going to come for you, and I can't see it in my heart that you go with them, they can't have Leena either." I kinda knew what she meant, I was different, and I knew it. For goodness sakes I had wings! And Leena, she was, different too, except she didn't have wings...she was covered in fur. And her ears were different, and I'm pretty sure normal people don't have furry tails. Leena was a little kitty-cat.
All of a sudden we heard the cars pulling up the road. Mama looked at me and rushed me out the door, and over to the edge of the cliff. She pulled out a slip of paper and gave it to me, saying "Go here, she will help you." On it was an address scrawled in black ink.
"Ok, mum." She turned around to head back to the house, but stopped and looked me in the eye.
"Use the tips of your wings to steer, and don't start flapping until you have to, OK? Now hide."
"Ok mum." She walked back to the cottage now, and locked the door behind her. I ducked behind a bush near the edge of our cottage, 50 meters from our house.
The hum of an expensive car pulled up the gravel roadway. Five men got out of a black Jaguar. Five men in Black suits, and sunglasses. Never a good sign. One of the bigger men walked up to the cottage door, and knocked twice. My mother opened it.
"Where are they?" The man asked in a voice that sounded like it had been smoking for twenty years.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Said mother.
"We know that you've given birth to at least two mutants in the past decade." Said the man with the raspy voice. "Where are they?" My mother didn't answer. She turned her head. "Look," the raspy man said. "You may have gotten away with being a monster twenty years ago, but now, you're a real problem. If you don't give us the mutants now, then we'll take them by force!" My mother still would not answer, her lips were locked tight together.
The man pulled out a gun, and shot her. My mother collapsed in a bloody heap, and the man stepped over her body into out little cottage. Thank goodness my dad was in England, or they probably would have shot him too. The other suited men followed the first in, but they all came out in mere minutes. I don't think I cried, but I can't remember.
I twitched, and one of the men looked in my direction. When he headed my way, I did what I had to do.
I ran to the edge of the cliff and jumped. Just like mama had told me.
I flew down, ten feet, twenty feet, thirty feet, there weren't that many left. I stopped thinking, and started doing. I could hear shouts coming from behind me. I counted to two, and unfurled my wings. They practically popped out of my back, tearing at my shoulder blades and wrenching me upward. Then I started to fall again.
My wings glinted in the sunlight. Black and red against the clear blue sky. Black and Red. I flapped once, twice, all the while holding onto Leena as tight as I could. I curved my feathers upward, and flapped harder, over, and over. Until I pulled myself far above the Pine trees.
I heard a curse from one of the men. A gunshot. I was so dead, but it turns out God was on my side today, because he missed. I guess faith did have it's plusses.

Fall

Crimson Leaves

& barren trees,

show the signs of dormancy, 

as the daughters of the tree,

silently accept their fate.

As they lay upon the brown bed,

of solitude,

their dying sisters all around them,

feeling alone as well.

As life slips away from them,

they silently pray.

For their children, and grandchildren,

to not accept the same fate.

By Jayda Jane

Book List

Hey,
just in case you coolio dudes out there didn't get, I'm gonna be an author someday. Write now, I'm writing like a bagillion different things. Here's a detailed list:

Venom- A story about a mutant dragon girl who sees the world through the eyes of a monster, and believes she can never change who she is.
XXX- This story is gonna get renamed, but its about three faery girls and their quest to dispell the evil from the world(I know sounds cheesy).
Daughters of the Dawn- I like did a post on this one, but it is a series of like 7 books, each in the perspective of a different girl.
Nadia's Song- About a girl with wings, whos mother is shot, and is left to fend for herself, until her fathers return from England, along with her younger sister, who is part feline.
WtSBTtM- Commonly referred to as The Mist, that long acronym there stands for Where the Sun Breaks through the Mist. Some of my posts before have been on this one, but it's about 4 girls who each possess the power to control an element. This is a series made up of 3 Books; Where the Sun Breaks through the Mist, The Lost Island, & Return to Eden.
The Adventures of Sammy and Flicka- A childrens story I wrote one time that is so funny it should be published, maybe I'll put it on here sometime...
The Odessey of Sammy and Flicka- The sequel to the above mentioned book.

That's all, But check ou my cuzie Carrie's Blog She's going to write books too, hopefully...
Bye Bye.
PS Wasn't that joke hil-arious!!!

The Batman Joke

This is the Batman Joke:

Batman and Robin are camping in the desert. After a struggle setting up the bat tent, they fall fast asleep.
Some hours later, Batman wakes up. He looks around and wakes up his faithful buddy and says:
"Robin, look up at the sky and tell me what you see."
Robin replies, "I see billions and billions of stars."
"And what does the tell you?" asks Batman.
Robin ponders on the question for a few minutes before answering:
"Meteorologically, it appears we will have a cloudless day tomorrow.
Astronomically, it means there are millions of galaxies and planets out there for us to one day discover.
Astrologically, it tells me Saturn is inside of Leo.
Chronologically, it appears to be approximately a quarter past four in the morning.
So....Batman. What does it tell you?"
Batman is silent for a moment, shakes his head and then speaks:
"Robin, you big idiot, it freakin' tells me that someone stole our tent."