An interesing egg thing to be enjoyed until I can find something decent to write on my journal:




Edit: New Egg!

I got back from the Windmill trip and I have to say that I miss it already! I want to go back now!!! NOW!!!!

I had the best time. Aside from "Lil, Liil, LIIIIIIIIILLLLLL!" I really enjoyed myself. I will post more stuff here with pictures and so on when I get the chance, but I just thought I would write a prelim.

Also, I have just added some Daniel Boys mood themes to my LJ which has made me very, very happy indeed!!

“Bus journeys are a good thing. Sometimes you can meet really nice people and sometimes you can meet a lot of bad people.” (Not an exact quote)

I was sat in the bus station today waiting to catch a bus home, when this man walked over to the same shelter where I was. At first he was just standing there, waiting for the bus times to come up and then he came over to me and asked me when the next bus to Monkwick was. I told him, and then he explained to me that he was going to the church near where I lived because he had not been there in years.

That we got talking about the buses, and how they can be unreliable. That was also when he said the quote that I have at the top of this entry. I don’t think that is really how it came out, but I almost forget what he had said as soon as he had said it.

Then he asked me if I had faith in God, and I explained to him that I didn’t and then told him why etc. and I don’t think he said anything back to that. He just sat there thinking. It was then that the subject moved onto school assemblies, and after guessing my age (I had to tell him in the end), he asked me if schools still did assemblies, and I told him that they did. He seemed genuinely shocked though when I explained to him that at my high school we did not have assembly everyday and that the year groups were split up for each day of the week.

It was then that I remembered a man who used to come to our infant and junior school with a guitar and would sing religious songs at the front of the hall, and sometimes we would sing or clap along. I don’t even remember what he used to sing, but I can just remember him doing it. But for some reason I did not bring this up with him. I have no idea why. He may have liked to hear it.

He also told me about the time when he first discovered God. He said that he found his faith just from reading the bible. He said it was then that he “heard the voice of God” and that it directed him to the church. Again, I have now forgotten most of what he said, but I was really interested in what he was saying.

There was also a sauna story amongst all this and he was telling me that when he was a lot younger he was in a sauna and he was having an argument with two men about something (he could not remember), and that he thought that the argument must have turned to religion because a third (or is that forth) man who was in there, when they got to the changing rooms, began to talk to him about the bible and about how it is full of similes, metaphors and ______ (yet again my mind fails me).

It was then that my phone rang. I answered it. It was my mum, who then proceeded to have an argument with me about the decisions I was making in catching my bus. It then all ended with, “I was just trying to help” which I think parents say in order to try and make you feel bad for not wanting to do what they say.

During this phone conversation, the man got up and moved away. Hearing my argument he probably thought that I was some kind of devil child, and wanted to get away as quickly as possible. When I had finished on the phone he did not even come back and talk to me. He sat on the far end of the bench. I was quite sad about that actually. I really wanted to talk to him some more. I did not even put my music back on in case he spoke to me again and I did not hear.

Once we got off the bus I walked with him to the church and he asked what I was doing with the night and I told that I was finally going home after being out all day, and he asked if I could, “be led the service?”, and I kind of wanted to go because I have not been to church for years, but because I was so tired I probably would have fallen asleep, but I promised him that I would go “one day” …

He was a nice chap. I kind of miss him …

This is my Daemon! Her name is Kyana and she is a lion. Of course, the whole thing is wrong because if she was really a lion then she would not have mane and would be called a lioness. But I love that she is a lion, what with them being my favourite animals.

I have a thing that allows friends to agree or disagree with my choice. I don't actually know how it works, but I hope that it does not change without me knowing!



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This is a piece of writing that I did in a creative writing class at college. The task was to create a piece of writing from a picture that we were given. I was given one of some God-looking entity causing some chaos and so I came up with this. It's not one of my favourite things that I have written, but I like it a lot.

Since I have not posted in a while I think I will put this here. I quite like this and am thinking of expanding it into a full length story at some point as I feel it could make a really good story:

(According to my spell check, Prophecised is not a word, but it has been like that for so long that I have just decided to leave it)

The Destruction

It all began with the storm. Thunder and lightning. It washed over the earth so suddenly, destroying everything in its path. They all asked what was happening, but I didn't. I already knew what was happening. It was The Destruction. It had been prophecised for years but only I knew. That was because I had seen it. I had made the prophecy that foretold The Destruction of the earth.

I also knew who it was.

It was Him.

He was taking everything back.

All that He had worked for and all that He had created. He was taking it all back. But it was our fault. Humans. We had done everything in our power to anger Him. Now this was His payback. This was His revenge. There was nothing we could do. How could we do anything? How were we able to stop Him? We just had to stand and watch as the world round us was destroyed, as the ones around us were taken away by the storm. I knew I should have felt sad but I didn't. I felt angry at the people around me. This was all their fault. Everything that they had done was the reason why all of this was happening. They cried for the ones that they loved but this was their punishment. How could they expect to do the things that they had done and not expect this kind of retribution from Him. It was inevitable.

Soon the storm ended and there was nothing. Only silence. I wondered if this was the end. If this was all that He would do to punish us. I was wrong. Just as we were beginning to think that it was all over, the ground began to shake. The sky began to turn a dark shade of grey and then the storm started once more. We all began to run. And as we did the ground behind us began to rise. He was tearing the earth up piece by piece and we were trying our best to escape. As I looked behind me I could see the storm. It was approaching fast. The thunder was getting louder and the lightning was becoming more and more erratic and dangerous. Even the clouds seemed to be exuding some sort of menace that seemed to be lost on all the people who were running.

Then something happened that we hadn't anticipated. We reached the end of the land. All that was ahead of us was water. We out ahead and saw vast amounts of sea. Somebody suddenly shouted jump and a few people did. But the rest of us stayed where we were. There was no point in jumping. What good would that do? He would still find us and destroy us. He would get his revenge. So as the more optimistic of the group decided to swim to oblivion, the rest of us stood still and awaited our fate. And we got it. Soon the nearby ground was lifting itself up from its foundations and rising up ever so steadily to the sky above. And all we could do was close our eyes as we too were pulled from the ground to finally face His punishment.

... was not what I meant at all! I mean hypothetical.

Still.

I think he understood what I meant though.