Kayla's Blog Site: October 2009

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Greek Mythology Part One

I'm studying Greek mythology in school, and I figured that I'd do some more research on Google, and so... presenting Greek Mythology Part One!!!!
Topic: Don't tick off a goddess.

There's this story about Artemis and a guy called Actaeon. So Artemis (who is, for those of you that don't know, the goddess of the hunt and freaking awesome) had just hunted for about 10 hours and thought that a nice bath would be good. So she was bathing herself, and along comes Actaeon and sees her naked. Now, everyone knows that if you see a naked goddess you run away and PRAY that she doesn't notice. But Actaeon must have been really stupid, because he kept standing there watching her. So then Artemis turns around and she's like, "How dare you spy on my while I'm freaking naked!!!! >:( And so she turns him into a stag and makes his dogs tear them apart. Word to the wise: don't get on Artemis's bad side.

Demeter, who was usually good-tempered, got really mad at this dude named Erysichthon or something. I'm going to quote directly from the website that I read most of these myths from, http://www.paleothea.com/
So, this young cocky man led a group of twenty men into one of Demeter's SACRED GROVES. It was planted for Demeter by the Pelasgians at Dotium. This by itself was enough to constitute serious punishment, but it doesn't end there. Apparently Erysichthon was building a new banqueting hall, and hoping to find cheap wood. He started cutting down the sacred trees to provide timber for his little building project. I would have flipped out, personally, but Demeter - the chill goddess that she was - merely took the form of Nicippe (that means Conquering Mare by the way), the priestess of the grove, and calmly ordered him to stop. At that, Erysichthon raised his axe and threatened to cut her down. At that point Demeter had had enough. She changed back to her true form and cursed him to be eternally hunger. The more he ate, the hungrier and thinner he got. He ate his parents out of house and home (literally) and then went to the streets, where he ate the dirt.

Like Artemis, Athena was surprised by an onlooker while bathing, but she took it better. She simply blinded him, and she gave him inward sight and the ability to tell the future from birds, somehow. And then there's the story of Arachne, where the girl's so ashamed (I think) she hangs herself and then Athena comes along and turns her into a spider.

Hera got mad at a lot of mortals, which was totally Zeus's fault, because he cheated on her and slept with random people. Hera was also not too nice to the children of these woman, and therefore resulted stuff like the Twelve Labors of Hercules.

Monday, October 19, 2009

Wynter Sora Diaries #2

Dear Diary,
I am currently writing the alarming news of two days ago in a red pen.

Two days ago, a mysterious disease was found in Asia. The disease spread with an alarming rate through Russia and China, until it leaked into the Middle East. The mysterious virus killed 40% of all human life in Asia in the past two days.
Now, as of this morning, the virus has reached the United States.
The fabric of my life, already torn because of my family's death last year, and because of this stupid war, became even more frayed as the few people left in New York City panicked. I hope that I am not one of the ones to fall ill, though 13% of the population on the Pacific Coast have Seattle is close to being wiped off the face of the Earth. Two percent of the army has fallen ill.
Great, now my pen's running out of ink.
Okay. New pen, with purple ink. I can continue this diary. Ah, the convenience of a pen collection!
So, as I was saying, the end of the world is at hand. With the countries of the world being weakened already by this World War 3, a disease has to pick the worse time to strike.
Crap! Now this pen's running out of ink. What's wrong with the world???
Okay, I swear that if this pen runs out of ink I'll freaking kill myself. I have no idea what the disease is supposed to be- some elaborate flu? Bacteria, virus, or parasite? The illness has not yet spread to where I live but it's only a matter of time until it does, which freaking sucks. I would swear, but after my mom died I decided to keep my promise to her, made when I was just a little girl; I will never, ever swear until I'm twenty-one.
-Wynter Sora

Friday, October 16, 2009

Wynter Sora Diaries 1

This is not the same Wynter Sora as in my earlier story. I just reused the name. This story is about a girl that is witnessing the end of the world.
My brother though up of this pretty good idea; world's population at 11 billion, oil drying up, US and China going into a depression, Russia in a civil war, the works. I'm adding a little to it; Italy and Australia in a war, Switzerland using the atom bombs they've secretly been building over the years, Germany pretty much fading into non-existence, while the Dominican Republic is so overcrowded that they had to make artificial islands. And a girl (I'm going to let you decide the age) is caught in the middle of it.
It's the year 2053. The phrase 'get a life' has evolved to a whole new meaning.

Dear Diary,
Today is January 7th, 2053. Otherwise known as The Year No One Wants to Be In or The Year of Why Don't I Just Shoot Myself and Get It Over With. At least, that's what I call it. Mom would've laughed and gotten the little inside joke, but, well, she's been dead for two years now. I've been all alone for two years.
Books probably seem like a weird thing to collect now that the world's ending. Pens, too. But by collecting, reading, and drawing, I can take my mind of more depressing stuff, like "Oh my god I'm gonna die."
So, in collecting books that people have thrown away, I stumbled across this little blank journal. At first I wanted to burn the paper, but now... I guess I'm just hoping that if humanity survives and this becomes something people teach in history class, I want to have a record of all the horrible and stupid stuff that humanity has done in my lifetime.
But, no worries, there probably won't be a future generation to read all my secrets. So I'm going to write anything that comes to mind.
So, first topic (and this is really mushy), there is no more love for poor Wynter Sora. My boyfriend died last week, which really sucked. I mean, after he promised that he'd be there for me always (again with the mushiness, blah) and then he had to go and die. Like everyone else.
At least I haven't become prey for the gangs that now openly haunt new York City, though I guess that's because I'm on good terms with most of them. In fact, I'm more or less "friends" with the leader of one. She also happens to be the one that lent me a gun so I could get some "target practice" for "my own safety" on the billboard for Target (the store). So I'm kind of... safe in her- I guess you could call it territory.
Second topic- someone let the animals out of the huge zoo here, so on top of trying to find something to eat and some way to live in a dying city in a dying country, you have to be kind of careful where you choose to sleep so that you don't end up as something's next meal. I've had a few bad scrapes with lions that involved bricks, ladders, and gravity.
Have you ever tried to evade a lion with a backpack full of books, pens, and paper? Not exactly easy. Of course, I realize only afterwords that it would have been easier to simply drop the backpack. Idiot.
Well, it's getting dark, so I guess I'll just have to write again tomorrow.
-Wynter Sora

Monday, October 12, 2009

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Sunday, October 11, 2009

Michelina Bellsong

This new story, and it might not really take off, is about a "normal" person named Michelina Bellsong. Uh huh, that's her name.

Some people go to the sunny tip of Florida to treat their depressions. I was among those people, and my first summer was not off to a great start.
BOOM!!!
The sudden thunder rattles my glass windows of the cheap, 1-bedroom 1-bath house that I'd more or less bought upon my arrival. Even though I'd only been here a couple of weeks, I knew the weather patterns. It didn't help anything that I'd come her to get rid of; my depression, my sarcastic attitude, or my irritation. I'd been anticipating long strolls down the beach, filling my lungs with fresh ocean air and listening to the sea gulls call to each other, maybe even taking a swim every evening, not gardening in the rain.
"Hey," a voice called.
I turned to see a girl with golden hair and blue eyes coming towards me. "Your lawn furniture sucks," she informed me.
"Thanks. Where do you live, girl?"
The kid pointed to the house alongside mine. "You're my new neighbor. We've been vacationing in Maine for the past two weeks."
"Hey, I'm Micky." I stuck my hand out.
The girl shook it and frowned. "Micky's a name for a boy or a mouse. You believe in life after death?"
I frowned, too. "Frankly, I'm not sure if I believe in life before death."
The girl snapped her fingers. "I knew you were suicidal. Not only did you name yourself after a mouse-"
"I didn't name myself after a mouse."
"Oh yeah?" The girl raised her eyebrows. "Micky isn't a girl's name. Your name's probably Michele. Most woman your age are Michele or Heather or Courtney."
"My age?"
"No offense intended. So what is your name?"
I sighed. "It's Michelina."
The girl wrinkled her nose. "Too precious."
"Michelina Bellsong."
"No wonder you're suicidal. And beautiful. If someone's got a beautiful name, they get a beautiful body. I'm Lilani Anderson. Can you think of more boring name?"
"Lilani's not boring," I objected. "And I'm not suicidal."
"Anderson is boring. It's one of the most common last names, up there with Brown and Miller and Green. Half of me is kind of pretty-"
"You're very pretty," I assured her. It was true. With her golden hair and bright blue eyes, the girl had a Hollywood model look.
"Half of me," Lilani insisted, "means my appearance. The rest of me, like my fashion sense and train of thought, is very, very boring. It's something that can fade in a crowd of people. Something that's nice in the background but not up close."
"Your train of thought isn't boring." And, as if to emphasize what I'd said, a beam of light shout through the clouds and landed right on her.
"Uh huh. And then look at you. You've got a great body and a great face, other than that my-life-is-so-depressing look in your eyes. You have depression that you can't explain. The treatments don't work. You came to Florida because you were hoping that the bright sunshine and ocean would help, but instead you got this." Lilani gestured towards the sopping wet ground.
I was stunned. "Girl, you are an amazing piece of work."
"Thanks. I must be right. I can sort of tell that about people. It shows in their eyes. So, back to my earlier point, are you suicidal?"
I sighed again. "Kid, why don' you just tell me what I am and save us time?"
Lilani beamed. She had perfect, straight white teeth. "You're not suicidal. That's good. I like you, as a neighbor, I mean. Don't move back to the mountains."
"How did you know that I moved from the mountains?"
"You keep staring at that little hill over there real wistfully. And you've got a GO APP STATE shirt on."
I'd forgotten about my shirt. Maybe moving away from Boone, NC had been a bad idea, but I hadn't known that Florida would be such a rainy, depressing place.
"What's that?" Lilani asked, pointing to the bush at my feet.
"A rosebush."
"No, really."
"Really. It's a rosebush."
"No roses. Barely any leaves."
"Lots of thorns," I pointed out.
"I bet that it pulls up its roots late at night and walks around the neighborhood, eating stray cats."
"Lock your doors," I laughed.
Lilani laughed, too. It was the first time I'd laughed in a long time.