Friday, April 24, 2009
Finals Week
Just getting you guys up to date...I have finals coming up, so I have been working on school work. I haven't been writing all that much (in fact I have only the first line down for my next story) but as soon as summer break hits, I'm going to be writing up a storm....be prepared. So that's why you haven't seen anything new...also go listen to Rob's new single "Her Diamonds" it is a beautiful song.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
SINGLE IS OUT
Hey everybody HAPPY EARTH DAY!!!! But the real reason is....Rob's single is out, "Her Diamonds". So everybody head over to his website and check it out...if you like on the sidebar under the welcome there is a widget with Rob on it...it will take you to his website( I think). Well I have to go to class...talk to ya guys later!!!!
Friday, April 17, 2009
How Far We've Come
Here it is folks: my story. Yep, please read and leave some feedback so I can improve it. Hope you enjoy it!!!
How Far We’ve Come
Based on “How Far We’ve Come” by Matchbox Twenty
The end of the world began just like any other normal day. The alarm went off at 8:30 a.m. Nathaniel groggily sat up. He took a shower, ate breakfast, and called Emily, his girlfriend. Then he headed out to work. Just like he did every morning.
He was of medium build and height. He had bright green eyes, and a quick smile. His blonde hair was short and spiked up front. It wasn’t like he was handsome, but he got by.
It wasn’t until he hit the freeway that Nate realized something was wrong. The cars barely moved down the highway.
“What is going on? MOVE PEOPLE!” he honked his horn. The cars kept creeping along until the line completely stopped. He almost honked his horn again, when he noticed people jumping and running from their cars. He sat, dumbly, looking at them. What in the world was going on?
The end of the world.
It was then that Nate saw the wall of fire. It roared and swallowed everything in its path. Nothing survived; there was no possible way it could. Nathaniel wasted no time opening his door and pelting it back toward home.
He heard the screams of people; saw the looks of fear on the faces of the people still sitting in their cars. In one van, a little girl was waving at the running people, a look of sad resignation on her face, as her parents panicked in the front seats. Nate ran all the more faster.
The wall of fire gained on him, burning a swath of destruction. It stretched as far as the eye could see, and it seemed to touch the roof of the sky. Nate knew in that moment that this was the end of the world and that death was riding on his shoulder.
He almost gave up then. He stumbled. His life meant nothing if the world was ending. He never went out of his way to help somebody, never cared beyond what he wanted to do. Now it seemed so pointless, the way he focused on himself and his legacy in the world.
It was just by chance that Nate fell into the hole. But then again, maybe it wasn’t. It was a manhole, and Nate fell painfully to the bottom. He could hear the crackle of the fire and took off at a limping run down the pipe.
Nate sat up. He didn’t know how long he had stayed curled in a corner of the sewer. It felt like days. Slowly, he made his way up the tunnel. Ashes were everywhere. Somehow the iron door that he had hid behind had survived the destruction. He slowly climbed up the ladder. Just enough had survived that he could climb up, but it was melted into an unrecognizable lump.
Nate’s head popped out, and the first thing he noticed was that the air was very hot. It scratched and burned on its way to the lungs, barely breathable. The second thing he noticed was silence. Nothing, not even the wind was blowing. All around him, buildings and cars were destroyed, and no living thing was to be seen. He looked at the sun and then to his watch, though while scorched and scuffed, amazingly still told time. 10 o’clock. That couldn’t be right. The end of the world couldn’t happen in an hour, could it?
The tears came then. They rolled down his cheeks and splashed into the decimated earth. He sat down on what was once the highway and just let tears fall. There was no point in trying to stop them. The world had ended, and Nate realized that it had been heading for Hell a long time now. He should have seen this coming, and now it was gone, all gone. There was nobody left in the world.
After a while Nate cried himself dry. He stood up and started walking. He didn’t know where he was going, nor did he care, just as long as he moved. He ate up the miles, scenery changing. Hunger and thirst didn’t bother him. What was the point if you were going to die anyway? He walked away from that ruined city and all the deaths that happened within it.
Nate walked until he simply collapsed. His feet couldn’t carry him anymore. His lungs sucked in the arid air, like he was a fish that had flopped onto land. His stomach threatened to eat him alive. His entire body was shutting down on him. He closed his eyes, hoping that this nightmare had come to an end.
He woke up to blackness. He slowly sat up, and immediately realized that he was no longer outside. In fact, he had a ragged blanket covering him. He stood up and suddenly sat down. His body was sternly telling him that it was not taking any more abuse. Where was he?
Then he saw a light, a tiny pinprick in the distance that steadily came nearer. He shielded his eyes from its glow.
“How are you feeling?”
The voice was a soft, slightly accented one. Definitely female. Another person. Nate sat blinking in surprise. He was not alone.
“You survived too?”
“Not exactly the answer to my question, but I’ll take that as a yes.” Her tone was one of light teasing. He could almost see the smile on her face. Problem was Nate didn’t know what she looked like, or who she was for that matter.
“Could you move that light somewhere else, please?”
“Oh, yeah. Sorry.” A click and the light was gone, plunging the area back into dark tar.
Silence. Nate didn’t know what to say. How do you start a conversation on the end of the world? “By the way, did you know that the world has ended?” That would make him sound like an idiot.
“Would you like to go outside?’ she asked, “The sun is up and I rather talk to you when I can see you. But I’ll understand if you don’t want to, considering…” she trailed off.
“I would, thanks.”
The light clicked on again, this time facing away from him. He noticed that there was a hand held out in his direction. It was small and clean. He reached up and grasped it. It was like an electric shock went through his body. Another human had survived, and he was holding her hand. She pulled him up and started through the twists and turns of the passage. She pushed aside a door.
Then she led him out into the sunlight. Again, he stood blinking in the brightness. When his eyes cleared, he looked behind him. It was a mountain. It rose up from the ground, a fortress of rock. The outside had a melted look, and it took him a moment to realize that the fire had actually melted the rock as it moved across the world. Then he turned and looked at her.
She was small, about a head shorter than him, and of a petite build. Her jet black hair was pulled back from her face, allowing him full view of her blue eyes and small nose. She smiled a slow, small smile.
“I’m Miranda Jenning.”
“Nathaniel Perk. Or Nate for short.”
“Nice to meet you”
“Likewise”
They stood in awkward silence for a moment, before Miranda asked, “So, how did you survive?”
Nate looked at the scorched earth, before he looked at her. “I fell done a manhole. I just kept running until I came to the end. How about you?”
Miranda looked off into the distance. “I was out walking. I just needed some fresh air from home. My siblings were driving me nuts. This used to be a huge field of wildflowers.” She gestured outward, “That’s when I heard it, this roaring. I turned around and there was this wall of fire, galloping toward me. All I could think was, “Not the field.” Then I ran into the mountain. It used to be a bomb shelter back in the sixties.”
Nate carefully put his hand on her shoulder. “Are you the only one?”
It was a harsh question, but one that needed to be asked. He had to know. It scared him to think that they were the only two left. But it excited him, that he wasn’t alone.
“As far as I know” she said, looking up at him. They turned to look at the setting sun, each knowing that everything they knew was gone.
As the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, Nate and Miranda worked at making a home in the post-end world. They explored the mountain, tried to plant crops, learned about each other, and more importantly, tried to find other survivors. Nate went into the destroyed city about every week to see if anyone else had survived. He became skilled at salvaging anything that could be of use. Bits of metal, pieces of wood, anything that could be used, he picked up. He became tan and his hair grew out, falling to his shoulders. Miranda became lean and quick. She was skilled at climbing around in the tunnels and searching for any surviving plants or animals. She was the one who planted the fields with the little seeds they found, and made the mountain as habitable as possible.
Not only had their physical appearance changed, their moral had too. Nate was more serious than he was Before. Everything had to be perfect, in order to survive. Miranda was more forceful. She took control, and basically, ruled the mountain. Nate didn’t mind; he was just happy he wasn’t alone.
They called the mountain Beacon, because as Nate said, it was the tallest thing in the area, a beacon to all that survived. They worked together to survive, passing the months in warm companionship. They weathered every ash storm, failed crop, and cold nights in the mountain. Life marched on.
It wasn’t until Miranda ran up to Nate, hands cupped and eyes bright, that he realized that he couldn’t survive without her. She was his bright light, his only reason for living. He slowly tuned into what she was telling him.
“I found it just sitting there. Do you know what this means, Nate?”
He looked into her cupped hands and saw the most astonishing thing. It was a tiny sparrow, still a baby. But it meant hope. Hope that maybe the world hadn’t ended for good, hope that life still found a way to make it, hope for everything new.
He looked into Miranda’s eyes and found himself saying something he never thought he would say again.
“I love you.”
She looked up in surprise, still tenderly holding the bird. Her lips parted as she searched for something to say. He didn’t give her time; just gingerly put his mouth on hers. In that moment, he knew this was right. Slowly and sweetly, they deepened the kiss, telling each other all their hopes and fears. When they broke apart, they looked at each other in wonder. Miranda spoke first.
“You know when you look back to before the End, we thought we were so smart; the whole human race. We had computers, great medical advances, architectural marvels, and faster ways to get around. But when you look at how far we’ve actually come, we haven’t really got that far.”
Nate looked at her in puzzlement, her face between his palms. She held up the sparrow and looked tenderly at it.
“What do you want most in life, Nate? What does this bird mean to you?”
“I want love. I want you. I don’t want to be alone.” He paused and looked at the bird between them, “I guess life. That is what the sparrow means.”
“Life?”
“Yes, life. It survived the End of the world. Which means other things, life, could survive,” he looked searchingly into her eyes, “and that means that I can go on.”
Miranda smiled and tenderly placed the bird on the ground. She reached up, running her hands through Nate’s hair. “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear,” she whispered before she kissed him.
Miranda told him that the survivors would come to Beacon. They stayed on the lookout, readying the mountain for them. Nate would always remember that day, when he first kissed Miranda. She had taught him that he was special, even if he was the last man on earth. And she taught him to think about how far he really came. He always came up with the same answer: further than before.
How Far We’ve Come
Based on “How Far We’ve Come” by Matchbox Twenty
The end of the world began just like any other normal day. The alarm went off at 8:30 a.m. Nathaniel groggily sat up. He took a shower, ate breakfast, and called Emily, his girlfriend. Then he headed out to work. Just like he did every morning.
He was of medium build and height. He had bright green eyes, and a quick smile. His blonde hair was short and spiked up front. It wasn’t like he was handsome, but he got by.
It wasn’t until he hit the freeway that Nate realized something was wrong. The cars barely moved down the highway.
“What is going on? MOVE PEOPLE!” he honked his horn. The cars kept creeping along until the line completely stopped. He almost honked his horn again, when he noticed people jumping and running from their cars. He sat, dumbly, looking at them. What in the world was going on?
The end of the world.
It was then that Nate saw the wall of fire. It roared and swallowed everything in its path. Nothing survived; there was no possible way it could. Nathaniel wasted no time opening his door and pelting it back toward home.
He heard the screams of people; saw the looks of fear on the faces of the people still sitting in their cars. In one van, a little girl was waving at the running people, a look of sad resignation on her face, as her parents panicked in the front seats. Nate ran all the more faster.
The wall of fire gained on him, burning a swath of destruction. It stretched as far as the eye could see, and it seemed to touch the roof of the sky. Nate knew in that moment that this was the end of the world and that death was riding on his shoulder.
He almost gave up then. He stumbled. His life meant nothing if the world was ending. He never went out of his way to help somebody, never cared beyond what he wanted to do. Now it seemed so pointless, the way he focused on himself and his legacy in the world.
It was just by chance that Nate fell into the hole. But then again, maybe it wasn’t. It was a manhole, and Nate fell painfully to the bottom. He could hear the crackle of the fire and took off at a limping run down the pipe.
Nate sat up. He didn’t know how long he had stayed curled in a corner of the sewer. It felt like days. Slowly, he made his way up the tunnel. Ashes were everywhere. Somehow the iron door that he had hid behind had survived the destruction. He slowly climbed up the ladder. Just enough had survived that he could climb up, but it was melted into an unrecognizable lump.
Nate’s head popped out, and the first thing he noticed was that the air was very hot. It scratched and burned on its way to the lungs, barely breathable. The second thing he noticed was silence. Nothing, not even the wind was blowing. All around him, buildings and cars were destroyed, and no living thing was to be seen. He looked at the sun and then to his watch, though while scorched and scuffed, amazingly still told time. 10 o’clock. That couldn’t be right. The end of the world couldn’t happen in an hour, could it?
The tears came then. They rolled down his cheeks and splashed into the decimated earth. He sat down on what was once the highway and just let tears fall. There was no point in trying to stop them. The world had ended, and Nate realized that it had been heading for Hell a long time now. He should have seen this coming, and now it was gone, all gone. There was nobody left in the world.
After a while Nate cried himself dry. He stood up and started walking. He didn’t know where he was going, nor did he care, just as long as he moved. He ate up the miles, scenery changing. Hunger and thirst didn’t bother him. What was the point if you were going to die anyway? He walked away from that ruined city and all the deaths that happened within it.
Nate walked until he simply collapsed. His feet couldn’t carry him anymore. His lungs sucked in the arid air, like he was a fish that had flopped onto land. His stomach threatened to eat him alive. His entire body was shutting down on him. He closed his eyes, hoping that this nightmare had come to an end.
He woke up to blackness. He slowly sat up, and immediately realized that he was no longer outside. In fact, he had a ragged blanket covering him. He stood up and suddenly sat down. His body was sternly telling him that it was not taking any more abuse. Where was he?
Then he saw a light, a tiny pinprick in the distance that steadily came nearer. He shielded his eyes from its glow.
“How are you feeling?”
The voice was a soft, slightly accented one. Definitely female. Another person. Nate sat blinking in surprise. He was not alone.
“You survived too?”
“Not exactly the answer to my question, but I’ll take that as a yes.” Her tone was one of light teasing. He could almost see the smile on her face. Problem was Nate didn’t know what she looked like, or who she was for that matter.
“Could you move that light somewhere else, please?”
“Oh, yeah. Sorry.” A click and the light was gone, plunging the area back into dark tar.
Silence. Nate didn’t know what to say. How do you start a conversation on the end of the world? “By the way, did you know that the world has ended?” That would make him sound like an idiot.
“Would you like to go outside?’ she asked, “The sun is up and I rather talk to you when I can see you. But I’ll understand if you don’t want to, considering…” she trailed off.
“I would, thanks.”
The light clicked on again, this time facing away from him. He noticed that there was a hand held out in his direction. It was small and clean. He reached up and grasped it. It was like an electric shock went through his body. Another human had survived, and he was holding her hand. She pulled him up and started through the twists and turns of the passage. She pushed aside a door.
Then she led him out into the sunlight. Again, he stood blinking in the brightness. When his eyes cleared, he looked behind him. It was a mountain. It rose up from the ground, a fortress of rock. The outside had a melted look, and it took him a moment to realize that the fire had actually melted the rock as it moved across the world. Then he turned and looked at her.
She was small, about a head shorter than him, and of a petite build. Her jet black hair was pulled back from her face, allowing him full view of her blue eyes and small nose. She smiled a slow, small smile.
“I’m Miranda Jenning.”
“Nathaniel Perk. Or Nate for short.”
“Nice to meet you”
“Likewise”
They stood in awkward silence for a moment, before Miranda asked, “So, how did you survive?”
Nate looked at the scorched earth, before he looked at her. “I fell done a manhole. I just kept running until I came to the end. How about you?”
Miranda looked off into the distance. “I was out walking. I just needed some fresh air from home. My siblings were driving me nuts. This used to be a huge field of wildflowers.” She gestured outward, “That’s when I heard it, this roaring. I turned around and there was this wall of fire, galloping toward me. All I could think was, “Not the field.” Then I ran into the mountain. It used to be a bomb shelter back in the sixties.”
Nate carefully put his hand on her shoulder. “Are you the only one?”
It was a harsh question, but one that needed to be asked. He had to know. It scared him to think that they were the only two left. But it excited him, that he wasn’t alone.
“As far as I know” she said, looking up at him. They turned to look at the setting sun, each knowing that everything they knew was gone.
As the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, Nate and Miranda worked at making a home in the post-end world. They explored the mountain, tried to plant crops, learned about each other, and more importantly, tried to find other survivors. Nate went into the destroyed city about every week to see if anyone else had survived. He became skilled at salvaging anything that could be of use. Bits of metal, pieces of wood, anything that could be used, he picked up. He became tan and his hair grew out, falling to his shoulders. Miranda became lean and quick. She was skilled at climbing around in the tunnels and searching for any surviving plants or animals. She was the one who planted the fields with the little seeds they found, and made the mountain as habitable as possible.
Not only had their physical appearance changed, their moral had too. Nate was more serious than he was Before. Everything had to be perfect, in order to survive. Miranda was more forceful. She took control, and basically, ruled the mountain. Nate didn’t mind; he was just happy he wasn’t alone.
They called the mountain Beacon, because as Nate said, it was the tallest thing in the area, a beacon to all that survived. They worked together to survive, passing the months in warm companionship. They weathered every ash storm, failed crop, and cold nights in the mountain. Life marched on.
It wasn’t until Miranda ran up to Nate, hands cupped and eyes bright, that he realized that he couldn’t survive without her. She was his bright light, his only reason for living. He slowly tuned into what she was telling him.
“I found it just sitting there. Do you know what this means, Nate?”
He looked into her cupped hands and saw the most astonishing thing. It was a tiny sparrow, still a baby. But it meant hope. Hope that maybe the world hadn’t ended for good, hope that life still found a way to make it, hope for everything new.
He looked into Miranda’s eyes and found himself saying something he never thought he would say again.
“I love you.”
She looked up in surprise, still tenderly holding the bird. Her lips parted as she searched for something to say. He didn’t give her time; just gingerly put his mouth on hers. In that moment, he knew this was right. Slowly and sweetly, they deepened the kiss, telling each other all their hopes and fears. When they broke apart, they looked at each other in wonder. Miranda spoke first.
“You know when you look back to before the End, we thought we were so smart; the whole human race. We had computers, great medical advances, architectural marvels, and faster ways to get around. But when you look at how far we’ve actually come, we haven’t really got that far.”
Nate looked at her in puzzlement, her face between his palms. She held up the sparrow and looked tenderly at it.
“What do you want most in life, Nate? What does this bird mean to you?”
“I want love. I want you. I don’t want to be alone.” He paused and looked at the bird between them, “I guess life. That is what the sparrow means.”
“Life?”
“Yes, life. It survived the End of the world. Which means other things, life, could survive,” he looked searchingly into her eyes, “and that means that I can go on.”
Miranda smiled and tenderly placed the bird on the ground. She reached up, running her hands through Nate’s hair. “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear,” she whispered before she kissed him.
Miranda told him that the survivors would come to Beacon. They stayed on the lookout, readying the mountain for them. Nate would always remember that day, when he first kissed Miranda. She had taught him that he was special, even if he was the last man on earth. And she taught him to think about how far he really came. He always came up with the same answer: further than before.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Still working
I'm still working on the third story. Between work and school, I don't have time to write as much as I want to. As soon as it is ready I will post it, probably in two parts. Still playing with that idea. Beware this summer, I will be writing up a storm. Also I am trying to get someone to do my background, so check that out when I get it done. Now off to a psych test.
Update* I follow Rob Thomas on Twitter and his new single comes out next week sometime. He is in L.A. filming the music video for it. SO EXCITED.
Update* I follow Rob Thomas on Twitter and his new single comes out next week sometime. He is in L.A. filming the music video for it. SO EXCITED.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
First Official Post
Ok people, this is the first offical post for my first offical blog for my journey. What journey you may ask? Well, I'm an aspiring author. And my first project which I hope to have published is "Stories from the Matchbox." Yep. I won't release to much information yet, because I have a LONG way to go before it's ready. But don't despair, good readers, I will post some of the book. Be watching in the next couple of weeks, I might post one of the finished pieces.
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