Future.

Is it possible that posting more than once in the space of five hours could be unhealthy? Maybe.
I was thinking i would write something meaningful, something deep. Something about growing up, or perhaps the weirdness of dreams and then i thought of something; why not write a post to me, in the future? Well, that sounded good and it sounded like an opportunity to write a kind of story :D
*I'll be using fake names for fun :)*

Dear Readers,
Well, here I am, sitting at my desk, which is currently my tiny kitchen/dinning table. I just moved in, referring back to my previous post in anticipation of finally purchasing/owning a house of my own. I moved up to DC, closer to work, and closer to school. Last night I went to Alecia and Jack's place for a delicious dinner. There they were, settled in their brand new row home, Alecia was rocking a vintage brown dress and shooing the kids away from the hot stove as she happily recounted the last few weeks to me. Mariah and Paton were out of town for the weekend, hence their absence. Mariah had announced their first baby just last week and my guess is that they went away on a little holiday to celebrate. After a filling dinner of Alecia's world famous pasta (well it should be) and salty Italian garlic bread (home made) we hung around their small living room, playing with the twins and trying to get their little girl, Rosa, to walk a few steps toward Daddy. It was such a satisfying way to spend the evening. At nine something, with the kids all tucked away, Alecia and Jack waved to me from the door; light pouring out behind them making it a memorable and dramatic farewell. Now, i'm all alone, it's Saturday so i'm off school and work, Hallelujah!
Well, that's about it! Hope to write soon!
dh

Hope you liked it! Please comment :)

So.

Dear Readers,
I remembered a 'childhood' memory; a while ago i would say 'So...' in every space i now fill with 'Like...' so, my friends told me my 'word' was 'So...' What's your word?
To be honest, I feel a bit lame.
I go to a lot of blogs, mostly photography blogs and wedding blogs (weirdly enough; I'm only thirteen!) and I see how cool they are and how eloquently the authors express their deep, meaningful thoughts. Wow. It feels like I'm some how 'under dressed'.
Please comment any thoughts YOU WOULD want ME to write about or add onto :)
dh

New Year's Resolutions

Dear Readers,
I realized how ironic New Year's resolutions can be, sometimes when i make up my mind i go and say, "I've just made a new year's resolution" right there even if it's halfway through the new year anyway. You could even say, "I'm making a new year's resolution to make a new year's resolution next year" which would be a good idea in my opinion, it'd be fun reminder!
Write back if you want to add anything :)
dh

Revamping...

Hey guys, just lettin' you know i'm gonna be revamping my blog's layout and title and everything, hope you like the new spring layout!
dh

Riddles...

I think the term, 'talking in riddles' is cool, but in the literal sense, annoying. Imagine having a conversation with someone who talks in riddles?! well, i have a few riddles of my own, here they are, the answers are in the comments!


Odd on both sides
Even in the middle
When you write me down by letter
I begin with an S
Ending with an E
In between seven with a certain count of zeros
And an eight with two of the number line’s only neutral
The product of seven and three make up the middle and end of me
What number am I?


A cruel tool used for casting lots,
ruining lives and making trouble
Often can be used to cheat to give the plotter what he needs...
Some come in colors some come in bone, Ivory tusks and even stone
Simple symbols upon its surface can spell the doom of any man
For it has no feelings no emotion,
No sight to see the wicked deeds to which it often serves
For if it had the little monster would not change,
for its life is for a game, nothing more…
What am I?

Thanks! comment your answers!

Imagination.

Sorry for not getting on recently! I've been a busy bee.

So, i had my cousins visit for Cross Culture (My church's youth ministry) and Sunday morning and i was talking to them and some one said,
"Why do you play with us? you're a teenager and all they do is sit around and talk to their friends, not run around outside and play!" and i made the statement that all older teens lose their imagination; DO YOU AGREE OR DISAGREE?
I think they lose their imagination in the creative sense. Like they would never get out their My Scene dolls and actually have fun with them. They'd probably sooner write an inspired love song or hang out with friends all day.
Please comment if you have anything to add!

What Is It With Us?

I realized recently, that how weird people are concerning, secret things. Or things that are supposed to be secret, like Passwords, for instance. What's the point of using a sticky note on your monitor to remind you and anyone else who happens to look there, of YOUR password?! Now, on the subject of secret love? Psh, that's the worst one. It's like, "Oh yeah, their like, together but really 'cause it's supposed to be secret 'cause their really like, not old enough..." Really? WOW. Let's try and keep our memories are sharp so we don't need sticky notes and our gossip to ourselves please!
Comment if you agree :D

Part 2 of 3!!!

Pt #2 of 3

Indigo finally realized Yellow wasn’t paying much attention to him.
“How did you follow me?!”
“Ways and means…” replied Yellow, he actually stepped toward Scarlet.
“Not so fast…” Indigo hated himself for saying something so cliché…
“First tell me how you knew we were here; and why’d you come, surely you would’ve considered Scarlet was already mine?”
“Oh, boy did I… but I did some brainstorming with- with a friend” Yellow was determined that Indigo would not know anymore than absolutely necessary.
“Hmm… Scarlet has been trapped here for two weeks” Indigo taunted.
“Yeah, but we’re here now” said Yellow after recapturing the control of his loose jaw.
“Yes… and what do you plan on doing, exactly?” Indigo asked bluntly; no use in meandering through needless conversation to get the answer he needed.
“Save Scarlet and- yeah” Yellow flushed, stumbling over his words a little. Scarlet made a noise that suggested a giggle.
“AH- but that’s where my genius comes into the picture; see, I’ve already locked this place down” Indigo emphasized his last few words with a fist on the nearby kitchen table. Triumphant grin was fully formed on his lips;
“The security head was stupid enough to take my bribe…”
“omumhp” grunted Scarlet.
“How much?” Indigo interpreted, his impish grin widening so it almost split his features in half.
“Always the diplomat, only five hundred…”
Scarlet gasped through her gag.
“Hey, Indy, I’m surprised you weren’t gentleman enough… even to Scarlet to remove her gag” Yellow stalled; he was inching closer to the kitchen counter where he’d spotted a large meat cleaver sat innocently on a cutting board. Perfect leverage, thought Yellow.
“Oh, well…” Indigo replied, slightly confused at this answer, awkwardly he backed toward Scarlet, blocking Yellow’s view.
Yellow was disappointed. She looked good even if her hair was messy and make up running; he didn’t like not watching her at this close proximity to the untrustworthy Indigo…
“Please, let’s untie her and talk reasonably” Yellow made a valiant attempt at civilized conduct in the moment.
“Oh- that won’t be possible I’m afraid” said Indigo, his long lasting grin transforming into an ugly jeer.
“I’ve got her covered to, Yellow, look up…” Indigo pointed a finger to the ceiling; the stucco was freshly broken at near the top and a spider’s web thin thread was running from the hole to the back of Scarlet’s chair. Looking closer; Yellow realized, not only had Indigo moved to let him see; but that Scarlet’s lap was weaved with the thread as well. Seizing his chance; while Indigo had let his guard down; Yellow bolted right and grabbed the meat cleaver, Scarlet screamed through the gag ( a deafening noise anyway) and Indigo let out a roar of rage, and quickly pain. Yellow; by accident, of course, had waved the heavy knife in the air for a victory dance and had grazed Indigo’s shoulder as he past and tried to wrest the blade from him. Holding his wounded arm; Indigo said, through gritted teeth,
“Fine; take her… she’s all yours” and sat with a creak on the spare kitchen seat. Rushing forward, Yellow let all of his feeling pour from his mouth; almost; he had just begun to say,
“Oh, Scarlet, I lo-” when he touched the wire encircling her torso and lap; there was a twanging noise and he was suddenly underground…
He heard Scarlet’s distant scream and Indigo’s hollow laugh above him.
Seeing everything from her chair; Scarlet was horrified. Horrified that Indigo would hurt Yellow like that (for all she knew he could’ve landed wrong and could be knocked out by now) and horrified that Indigo had put her in the position she was now currently suspended in (literally).
“Scarlet? What’s going on up there?!” Yellow’s voice carried up the shaft to Scarlet.
“Eestungeeoupateryouell” she grunted; the gag was getting soggy…
“She says, ‘he strung me up after you fell!’” Indigo mimicked Scarlet’s fearfully shrill voice (if you could call it that).
“I’ll catch up to you, Indy!” Bellowed a helpless Yellow; his head was thrown back to look up the shaft; Indigo was smiling fiendishly and in the tiny back round; he could see the bound and gagged Scarlet, his beloved Scarlet, hanging by the back of the chair from the ceiling.
“LET HER DOWN, INDIGO, RIGHT NOW!” roared Yellow,
“Very well…” Indigo replied maliciously.
He took out a pocket knife; even from down here Yellow saw Scarlet’s brown eyes widen. Slowly, Indigo cut her free; but not by the ceiling first, surprisingly. She screamed as he plucked the gag from her mouth and then neatly caught her, like cradling a baby as the chair clattered to the linoleum floor. Yellow’s anger rose up. His arch-enemy was holding his girl and she could do nothing about it; her hands were still tied. Then, Indigo did something totally un-expected, something daring, very daring indeed; he kissed her cheek. Unfortunately, Scarlet couldn’t pull away from the prolonged, close contact, if she did, she would tumble right down the dark shoot below her and join her beloved Yellow, which if she did (and she desperately wanted) she might land wrong, all tied up like this, and crush him!
“So long, you fool!” Cried Indigo and swept out of sight, carrying a helpless, un-happy damsel in distress with him…
Yellow slammed his rock hard fist against the dirt wall; what, did she not mind Indigo kissing her like that? He didn’t see her face…
Then, his conscious started up;
No! She can’t possibly fall for him! I’ve been her hero ever since she became governess, seven years ago!
Well, Indigo is more, shall I say, charming, than you… you’ve been getting, face it, stale, Indigo is a new villain…
Yeah, but I was here first!
But Indigo is smart; push came to shove, dude
But I won’t give in! He hasn’t gotten that strong a grip on her!
Yellow sighed. His internal debating wasn’t going to help him get out and find where Indigo had swept her off to;
“Hey! HEY! HEY BROWN?” he bellowed up the dark chute; desperate for some one to hear him…
And there you have it! Sorry, I won’t be writing a epilogue, but feel free to invent a happy ending yourself!
Thanks for reading,
dh

Clothing!

Okay, so let me make my argument clear; i'm not against skinny jeans or relatively close fitting clothing, but; when the items of clothing become like, skin tight, i can't help but wonder, who really thinks that is attractive?! So, i like skinny jeans. I own a pair. I just hate when girls (and sometimes guys :/) where skin tight things and do it all for 'beauty's sake.

Comment if you would like to add to this!

Part 3...

I decided to continue the little story of Indigo & Yellow, the hero, villain, and damsel in distress ;)

Here's the text!

Pt #3!!!

Indigo was mad. Scarlet was here. He’d found her, right where he’d expected to find her, at her security head’s vacation home. Why here? Scarlet had been on business, suddenly, the rather dull security head, still slightly silly from a hang over had realized his boss would be worth something like a small fortune, and since Scarlet and he had never really been close, he had no hesitation in keeping her in a kind of house arrest. The story is very unlikely, but as I said, he was still stupid with drink, and since when he came fully to, he decided that it made no difference anyway, if he kept her or not. So, dear, missed Scarlet had spent the night in his basement, being half starved and harassed by his bossy children whom she had to babysit. Indigo, had wisely held his silence when Scarlet confided to him that she was going on a business trip concerning tightening the city and government head builds’ security in person, rather than send a diplomat. She liked being a hands-on governess. But, when she had been gone for more than the customary two days; Indigo started to worry; so did the press. Yellow, had only caught up two days ago, and, obviously let Scarlet go to perhaps, pursue another woman, the thought made Indigo smirk.
But, as we both know, the noble Yellow had no such plan of leaving his one true love to Indigo. Currently, as Indigo seethed in the dusty basement, of the security guard’s home, Yellow was meeting up with his friend and colleague, a man called Brown.
Brown was a welder.
Yellow had partnered with him when he had first captured a knack for saving pretty ladies, and employed him to make all of his metal-related tools for swooping through a smoky building and saving people. Brown was proud, although no one knew but him and their adversary, Indigo, that he was working with the infamous Yellow.
“Ah, dear Brown, I have some business I need to be done by tonight” Yellow announced as he barged into Brown’s penthouse unceremoniously. Brown was in the middle of dressing; buckling his belt he grabbed a shirt of a stainless steel wrack.
“Been waiting for you” he said, nonplussed as Yellow flung himself carelessly on the flawless white sofa.
“I suppose you have, haven’t had any good business recently eh?”
Brown grunted as he dragged a comb through his mad-scientist’s hair.
“I also presume that you know about our lovely governess missing,” Yellow looked around for his friend; he’d disappeared.
“Still here!” Brown said and oddly enough; was hanging uside down over Yellow’s dark head.
“And, yes I have; are you going in for the big prize?”
“What d’you mean, ‘the big prize’?” Yellow asked, amused. Brown shimmied down until his head was nearly on top of the glass coffee table.
“You’re finally rescuing the city’s top woman?! I mean, I thought the governess’ receptionist was pretty well big!” Brown descended to the floor and stood up; a silvery harness was strapped about him and he was grinning, his big white teeth shining. He’s totally been using a teeth-whitening system, thought Yellow.
“Well, I hardly ‘saved’ the pretty girl; she was just locked up in a filing cabinet-”
“Yeah, well…” Brown turned and unbuckled his harness.
“Anyway, what is that?” Yellow transitioned awkwardly. His friend could be so tricky sometimes.
“A new contraption of my brilliance; hardly fit for use right now…” Brown stashed it away in a matching silver case.
“Okay, enough talk; I need a good strong grappling hook; strong enough for about… three hundred pounds?”
Brown’s eyebrows shot up, disappearing into his crazy hair.
“Three hundred?!”
“Yeah” said Yellow pointlessly.
“Well… you might be waiting for the next century’s geniuses to come up with that one!”
“But I don’t have that time!” burst out Yellow; he was almost sick with worry; where was she? He ran over the worst scenarios in his mind; it didn’t help now that Brown was stating the equipment he needed was far away from being made.
“Do you have a double harness I could borrow?” he asked instead of voicing his frustration; he fought to keep his voice calm.
“Yeah sure; like twenty, d’you want the newest model?”
“Is it more comfortable than the Climber 300?”
“Heavenly” Brown disappeared and came back holding a midnight blue case.
“All yours, I had sixty copies made for the rental of other heroes; you’re not my only source of income anymore, Yellow” Brown said with a sad smile, and lifted the box’s lid. Inside laid a jumble of steely straps.
“Here, I’ll show you how to put it one, and sling it and then we can work on where Scarlet would be, right?”
“Sounds good!” Yellow proceeded to utterly failing to put the harness on himself and than after Brown had got him in the straps right, the walked to the coffee table and discussed Scarlet’s whereabouts. After exhausting their obvious options and not even coming up with anything worthwhile, Yellow succumbed to the despair he felt inside.
“Indigo’s probably already whisking her away to his apartment” Yellow groaned, he raked his fingers down his distressed features and looked heaven ward.
“Okay, well, that thinking isn’t helping anyone” said Brown, flinging an arm around Yellow for supposed comfort, but only made more pessimistic things come from Yellow’s mouth.
“She probably thinks I’ve given up on her, on us!” Yellow buried his face in his arms.
“Okay, okay… here” Brown handed the despairing Yellow a tissue box.
“Where was she last, what’d she say to you, word for word” Brown demanded, all comfort evaporated from his tone, he wanted to grab Yellow and shake him out of his lovesick state, to get the old Yellow back.
“We were at her swearing-in party; long time ago, I know, but she was talking to me about the champagne…” Yellow had a misty-eyed look about him as we went on recounting their last meeting.
“She was in a red dress, like her name… she looked so elegant…”
“Dude, WAKE UP!” Brown said impatiently.
“Okay, okay!” Yellow said, hands in the air in mock surrender.
“Anyway, there she was, looking gorgeous and shaking hands and she… she” Here, Yellow frowned. What had she said? Oh, yes….
“Ha! She was commenting about the nice champagne a mystery man had left in her office, when Mauve, he receptionist, whisked me away to meet her cousin…” Yellow’s eyes cleared and he sat straight.
“That’s it… wait, no, that’s a mystery to solve later…”
“What?”
“The champagne, of course, who left it…?” Yellow looked into space once more and picked up where he left.
“And then after meeting Jade, Mauve’s stunning cousin, I saw Scarlet slip off to the restroom, and that’s all I can remember”
Brown sighed.
“I was hoping for more…”
“Oh well, it’s getting late” Yellow stretched and yawned cavernously.
“But heroes never sleep on the job, eh?” Brown said loudly and thumped Yellow on the back so far he tipped forward.
“Nope…” Yellow yawned again and then violently slapped himself.
“How could I even think of sleeping…! Scarlet’s probably tied up and… and” he couldn’t bring himself to voice his thoughts.
The truth was, that Scarlet was not dead, as Yellow’s unpleasant imagination had suggested; she was, though, tied up. Indigo was questioning her. He hadn’t tied her up; that was already done when he’d arrived and he was a gentleman enough to not do it himself anyway; but he had made no effort to relieve her uncomfortable state.
“So, why didn’t you tell me? I thought we trusted each other!” Indigo paced in front of her. He had removed the dish towel gag for interrogation and her pretty brown eyes were accusatory.
“Well… you only discovered me recently, I didn’t think I’d confide in you until, say three years?” she was being truthful. She was a very thorough person.
“THREE YEARS?!” exploded Indigo, who, to himself was surprised by her evaluation of him.
“You don’t think I’m trustworthy?” he said, voice straining to keep calm.
“Well… you are a villain, aren’t you?” she said, chewing her parched lip.
“Not for you!” Indigo cursed her stupidity. Couldn’t she see he wanted to be with her? Maybe she was to in love with Yellow to notice his careful friendship with her… The thought made him kick a kitchen chair; he bruised his toe.
“Oh… well…” she said awkwardly.
“Hey, we’ve got some more company!” a gruff voice called form the broken down porch. They heard the crunch of boots on gravel.
“Tell me, how long have you been… with Yellow?” Indigo asked; whipping around, back to a frightened Scarlet, voice dangerously silky.
“I-I don’t know, I don’t know when I- I fell for him!” she cried; tears were coursing down her face as Indigo’s was so close to hers and so angry and hurt. Suddenly, his features softened; he yanked his glove off with his teeth, knelt by her side and gingerly wiped her tears away.
“Doesn’t matter now, do it? Yellow’s probably at the door. A tad late, as usual; but making the valiant comeback…” Indigo’s voice was once again transformed; bitter and sad.
“In-Indigo, I could never love you that way!” Scarlet said loudly; shocked and surprised and guilty all at the same time. All this time she’d been so blind, and, being a sensitive person hated hurting others or causing pain to them, conscious or not. But it was too late; Indigo was hardened to her; forever or temporary, she did not know. Stuffing the gag ungraciously back into her protesting mouth, he swept past, only to be stopped in the corridor-
Scarlet’s heart was bursting. She wanted to run, to hug Yellow and tell him she had never doubted his faithfulness for one second, when Indigo spoke. His face was contorted with rage.
“Yellow! I told you you’d lost her, you gave up!”
“No, I didn’t!” said Yellow absentmindedly; he was gazing past Indigo’s shoulder to the bound and gagged Scarlet whose large, brown eyes were wide. His heart was thumping so hard he was mildly surprised Indigo wasn’t rushing him to the hospital for fear it might burst. He was so relieved she was okay; his heart felt immensely light.


(I'M DOING THIS IN CHUNKS!)
P.S this is the climax, by the way ;)