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Okay, I wrote the other one, however, I don't feel like typing it up. So, I'm going to write a response to a really quick one-12 things to do when there's no power.
1. knit. 2. sing. 3. crochet. 4. read the newspaper. 5. read a book. 6. make up awesome lists. 7. write a story. 8. do a sudoku. 9. talk to whoever's around. 10. recite the gettysburg address. 11. learn a language from the book. 12. write in a journal. The end.
That was easy. It took me all of about two minutes to do. Seriously. Well, what now? I have to go to a swim meet soon. We're technically supposed to be there by now, but that is for warm ups and I never go to meet warm ups because they wear me out too much. So I'm hanging out here. Woot!
Okay I'm going to go now.
Bye.

random...

Okay, so I thought, since I like writing, I'm going to post as many responses to writing prompts as I can-at least once a day. I have to leave soon, but just to remind myself, this is my writing prompt for today (in me-speak, by the way):
Rewrite the ending of "Cinderella" with the plot twist that one of the stepsisters fits into the slipper. Note the reaction of the Prince, the Fairy Godmother, and Cinderella. Proceed.

Okay, I really have to go now. But I'm getting my prompts from here.

exhausted

I'm exhausted. I just got back from kayaking, and I know one thing for sure-I am NEVER going to survive Palmico. Seriously. My venture crew is going sea kayaking in Palmico Sound in the first week of August and I'm going to die. I'm not kidding. It's ridiculous how much I'm going to die. But the thing is, Mom's already paid the six hundred bucks for all the crap that we need, so I can't turn back. I'm just going to have to work on it. I guess. Like I'm ever going to be able to do very well. I have NO technique and NO way to do well. I'm probably not going to do well. At all. Well, that's a given. I'm not kidding. It's crazy how bad I am. It's embarassing almost. I bet I'm the only person whose arms hurt by the end of the first hour. And those things are so cramped because we have to sit in them a certain way so our legs press up against the thigh pads, which gets really annoying and uncomfortable after a few hours. We were out there from 8:30 to 3:00, with only one short break. I'm so dead.
Well, last night was pretty fun. We rented movies and I bought some ice cream and I was alone for most of the night because my parents AND my brother were at the Lobster Feast. My brother was guarding and my parents were attendees. For once, I wasn't completely and utterly uncomfortable being alone. Well, not until I was done watching both movies and it was like ten thirty and it was all quiet and kind of eerie. And my arms really hurt right now. By the way. Just thought you ought to know. Like, I keep having to backspace and retype stuff because my fingers are so tired. They shouldn't be tired, but since my arms are tired, my fingers are tired. Oh, well. And I kind of have a headache. Mom just brought me some milk, and I kind of feel better now. At least I have some actual PROTIEN now. And some FLUIDS. Fluids are nice. I didn't get to do any water drinking during the entire afternoon because we were doing wet exits and the water bottle would have kept falling out. Anyway, we have a venture crew meeting about Palmico soon. I have to go.

i changed my name again...

yes, strange but true, I decided to change my Blogger Identity. Again. So first I was "The Person" and then I was "Bereth en Tyuru" and now I'm "Weiro Writer Writing." So...yeah. I jut thought I'd point that out. Okay I'm going now. I'll be back later today. Probably.

anyway...

So I was thinking...if I had to tell people what my best resource was for writing stories, I would most definitely say my mother's laptop or pen and paper because that's where all my stories are-in a notebook or saved on my mom's laptop. But if I had to get more specific, like in terms of websites and stuff, I would have to say either Seventh Sanctum or Serendipity. They're both generator websites, but I really like Serendipity's "Plot Twist Generator" and all the name and location ones on both. I got most of the names for the stories I've posted here from one of the Seventh Sanctum generators, actually. I can't remember which one, though. Anyway, if you want to check them out, here are the links (I finally figured out how to hyperlink on here! yay!):
Seventh Sanctum is here and Serendipity is here.
Okay that's all for now, I guess.

a bit of a story

So I have this habit of writing random bits of stories. Like, they have the same characters and stuff, but, chronologically, I'm not at the point where the bit should go, if that makes sense. As in, in the last story post Shyasha is about to beat up Telsiel, but I've already written a bit of The Epic Kill-All Battle that goes near the end. So, for want of something better to post, here it is. Yes, The Epic Kill-All Battle That is Supposed to be at the End. It was inspired by the battle for Minias Tirith in Lord of the Rings: the Return of the King. I always think there should either be knitting needles or female warriors involved in those epic battles, you know? Just to break up the conventional battle. Anyway, here it is. It's in either Norasona, Lira, or some other city that I have yet to make people encounter.

“Faug!” Shyasha yelled between swings of her sword and dodging arrows shot from the orcs below.
“What?” Faug yelled back from the alley behind her.
“Go find your brother’s stash of knitting needles! I need them!”
Hyan, who was throwing spells right and left at the orcs that had mounted the wall, heard the hybrid’s odd request. “I hate to break it to break it to you, Shya,” he hollered over the cries of the dying orcs. “But we’re sort of kind of not really in the middle of a WAR here!”
“I know!” Shyasha screamed at him. “Trust me on this!”
“And how exactly are Valin’s knitting needles going to help?” Faug demanded. “I don’t think they’re exactly the best material for shooting people!”
“Yes, but they don’t know that!” Shyasha told him.
“Your point being what?” Faug demanded.
“If it’s sharp, pointy, and colorful, the orcs will flee!”
“How in the name of magic did you work that one out?” Hyan wondered.
“You saw them on the road!” she said. “As soon as one of them saw Valin’s needles he said something in their weird language and then they all ran away!”
“Those were URUK-HAI, Shya!” Hyan bellowed.
“What’s the difference? They’re big, ugly, and have weapons!”
“The Uruk-hai are bigger, uglier, and have weirder weapons!” Hyan explained. “You should KNOW that!”
“I always get them mixed up!”
“And,” Hyan added as an afterthought, “The Uruk-hai aren’t color blind.”
“Oh, great,” Shyasha muttered. “That’s helpful.”


And that's it. yay randomness!

OH YEAH!

AND if you want a really awesome site for Lord of the Rings awesomeness, I know TWO!
One is Arwen-Undomiel, named after, well...three guesses who (if you said Arwen Undomiel, Arwen Evenstar, or that Arwen chick from Lord of the Rings, you're right. And it counts if you said "that ranger dude's girlfriend"). The other one is Council of Elrond. I like CoE better, but I found Arwen first.
The CoE link can be found here and Arwen-Undomiel can be found here. Enjoy! :)

OKAY! UPDATE!

Well, now I finally get to do a real live update! WOOT!
This is Bereth en Tyuru reporting live from The Living Room. Here on the scene we have Tyuru's brother who is NOT going to come because he's too busy getting food and I'm too lazy to actually interview him. Not that I'd want to or anything. Well, I got my music on Monday. It's rather hard, but it's okay. I have about an hour and a half every morning between swim practice and catching the bus to practice. It's really fun to play some of them, even though some of the songs are kind of hard. There are all of SEVEN parts of "Arabian Nights" plus TWO reprises. FUN!
But, on the other hand, life is okay. I'm not dying in swim practice anymore, for one thing. Yesterday, though, there weren't a whole ton of people there-enough for me to get a lane to myself half time and the other half share with my friend's brother and then my brother's friend. I was surprised I was able to stay ahead of both of them for as long as I did-my brother's friend is an A-meeter (at least I think she is. Either way, she's really fast), and during sprints I was swimming breaststroke and she was doing freestyle and even though I already had a head start I still finished before her. Breast stroke is slower than freestyle, so that's why it was surprising. Anyhoo, I'm going to go take a shower now, so I can catch the bus and not be late.

Part #7 of Shya/ Valin/ Faug

It was true, he thought. Akalu had quite liked the boy, actually, before he decided to cut off something that was good for him. It was a rare thing to find that kind of love in that measure anymore, and that boy had completely killed the chance that he had.
The meal was very quiet at the beginning, and the only really productive thing that happened was that they agreed that the council would be at noon the next day.
“Walk with me,” Telsiel said to Shyasha when they both were done.
Shyasha glared at him for a moment and then rose.
“What?” she demanded as soon as they were out of the hall.
“I have something to tell you,” he began. “And it’s rather important.”
“Spit it out,” Shyasha ordered, with all the authority of a princess, even one who has tried to live it down for four and a half thousand years.
“This way,” Telsiel said.
“Why?” Shyasha demanded.
“I want it to be private,” Telsiel told her shortly.
“If this is about what happened-” Shyasha threatened.
“No, it’s not that,” Telsiel said hurriedly. “I just don’t want people to hear.”
“Why?” Shyasha repeated.
“Just because.”
Shyasha gave him a doubtful scowl and then consented to follow him down the hall, not entirely trusting him. When they had reached a place where Telsiel was certain that they wouldn’t be overheard (having taken several turns and gone down two staircases), he finally turned and said, “I have part of it.”
“Part of the Crystal?”
“Yes.”
“Why is this supposed to be private?”
“Because I didn’t want anybody to know about it.”
“And yet you’re telling me.”
“Yes.”
“Where is it?” Shyasha posed the question as abruptly as possible, keeping her face and voice as impassive and expressionless as possible.
“Why do you want to know?” Telsiel’s voice was suspicious all of a sudden.
“This is something really, really serious. And after what happened, do you honestly expect me to just trust you right off the bat?”
“Yes.”
“What gives you the impression that I would just trust you without verification?”
“Because you’re a girl.”
“I’m a girl, yes, but I’m not an idiot. If you have it, where is it?”
“Promise you won’t tell.”
“I can’t promise that. This entire mission is supposed to be about getting the pieces and destroying them, not keeping secrets and telling lies and getting power. You either have it or you don’t, and if you do, I’d like to see it.”
“Why? So you can have it for yourself?”
“No, so I can take it to the council tomorrow so we can decide what to do with it. Now, give it.”
“Why should I?”
“Telsiel, do you WANT me to hurt you?”
“No.”
“You have it. I can tell. It’s powerful, and it’s got dark magic in it. Sonru wants it back, and he wants to gain power and followers. That’s why he made the Crystal. And he gave part to you, and it’s gotten a hold of you, I can tell.”
“How can you tell?” They began circling each other, like two lions about to kill each other.
“You’re acting really weird. You’re darker. You’re expressionless at best. Ad your eyes aren’t the color they’re supposed to be.”
“What do you mean?”
“Your eyes used to be light blue, not black. And you’re more secretive and forcibly polite. It’s disturbing.”
“Very good.”
“Give it.”
“No. It’s mine. Sonru gave it to me. He told me not to give it to anyone else.”
“What else did he tell you?”
“He said I was one of the most powerful rulers in the world and I was going to be more powerful with the Crystal. He said I was the strongest person out there, that I would be utterly invincible with the Crystal.”
“Telsiel, you jerkface. Can’t you see he was lying? Couldn’t you tell he was just flattering you into accepting it? He was actually saying how powerful you are, so therefore he wanted you under his control so he could gain control the Three Cities.”
“No, he wasn’t.”
“Telsiel, where are the refugees?”
“Gone,” Telsiel laughed.
“Sonru has got them, hasn’t he?”
“Yes, he has. And they’re not coming back.”
“Yes, they are. You’re an idiot if I ever saw one, Telsiel. Now, give over the crystal, or else I’m going to have to hurt you.”
“You can’t hurt me.”
“What makes you say that? I was a top student in Ranger training while blind. I was taught by the top Ranger master, too. I’m better than you think.”
“Stop bragging.”
“I will if you hand the freaking crystal bit.”
“NO!”



I haven't been able to work on that one for a while. So...yeah. That's where I am right now in that one.

for good-wicked

yes, I know I'm posting a lot of lyrics. I'm going to post some more lyrics and then I'll give an update. Really.

I'm limited just look at me I'm limited and just look at you you can do all I couldn't do Glinda so now it's up to you for both of us now it's up to you I've heard it said that people come into our lives for a reason bringing something we must learn and we are led to those who help us most to grow if we let them and we help them in return well I don't know if I believe that's true but I know I'm who I am today because I knew you like a comet pulled from orbit as it passes a sun like a stream that meets a boulder halfway through the wood who can say if I've been changed for the better but because I knew you I have been changed for good it well may be that we will never meet again in this lifetime so let me say before we part so much of me is made of what I learned from you you'll be with me like a handprint on my heart and now whatever way our stories end I know you have rewritten mine by being my friend like a ship blown from its mooring by a wind off the sea like a seed dropped by a skybird in a distant wood who can say if I've been changed for the better but because I knew you because I knew you I have been changed for good and just to clear the air I ask forgiveness for the things I've done you blame me for but then I guess we know there's blame to share and none of it seems to matter anymore like a comet pulled from orbit as it passes a sun like a stream that meets a boulder halfway through the wood like a ship blown from its mooring by a wind off the sea like a seed dropped by a bird in the wood who can say if I've been changed for the better I do believe I have been changed for the better and because I knew you because I knew you because I knew you I have been changed for good

sailing for adventure~Muppet treasure island

When the course is laid and the anchor's weighed

A sailor's blood begins racing

With our hearts unbound and our flag unfurled

We're under way and off to see the world

Under way and off to see the world

Hey ho we'll go

Anywhere the wind is blowing

Manly men are we

Sailing for adventure on the deep blue sea

"Safely now, Mr. Silver. Let's not get sloppy, justbecause we're singing!"

Danger walks the deck we say what the heck

We laugh at the perils we're facing

Every storm we ride is its own reward

And people die by falling overboard

And people die by falling overboard

Hey ho we'll go

Anywhere the wind is blowing

Hoist the sails and sing

Sailing for adventure on the big, blue wet thing

I love to see 'em cry when they walk the plank

I prefer to cut a throat

I love to hang 'em high and watch their little feet try to walk in the air while their faces turn blue

Just kidding

It's a good life on a boat

There are distant lands with burning sands

That call across the oceans

There are bingo games every fun-filled day

And Margaritas at the midnight buffet

Margaritas at the midnight buffet

Hey ho we'll go

Anywhere the wind is blowing

Should have took a train

Sailing for adventure on the bounding main

The salty breezes whisper

Who knows what lies ahead

I just know I was born to live the life my father lead

The stars will be our compass

Wherever we may roam

And our mates will always be

Just like a family

And though we may put into port, the sea is always home

All right, Mr. Bimbo! I didn't know you had such a good singing voice --- your welcome!

We'll chase our dreams standing on our own

Over the horizon to the great unknown

Hey ho we'll go

Anywhere the wind is blowing

Bold and brave and free

Sailing for adventure

It's so nauseating

Sailing for adventure

So exhilarating

Sailing for adventure

we're all celebrating!

On the deep blue sea

Professsional Pirate from Muppet Treasure island

When I was just a lad looking for my true vocation
My father said "Now son, this choice deserves deliberation
Though you could be a doctor or perhaps a financier
My boy why not consider a more challenging career"
Hey ho ho
You'll cruise to foreign shores
And you'll keep your mind and body sound
By working out of doors

True friendship and adventure are what we can't live without
And when you're a professional pirate
That's what the job's about
"Upstage, lads, this is my ONLY number!"
Now take Sir Francis Drake, the Spanish all despise him
But to the British he's a hero and they idolize him
It's how you look at buccaneers that makes them bad or good
And I see us as members of a noble brotherhood
Hey ho ho
We're honorable men
And before we lose our tempers we will always count to ten
Long John: On occasion there may be someone you have to execute
But when your a professional pirate

You don't have to wear a suit..... what?
I could have been a surgeon
I like taking things apart
I could have been a lawyer
But I just had too much heart
I could have been in politics
Cause I've always been a big spender
And me...I could have been a contender

Some say that pirates steal and should be feared and hated
I say we're victims of bad press it's all exaggerated
We'd never stab you in the back, we'd never lie or cheat
We're just about the nicest guys you'd ever want to meet
Hey ho ho
It's one for all for one
And we'll share and share alike with you and love you like a son
We're gentlemen of fotune and that's what we're proud to be
And when your a professional pirate
You'll be honest brave and free
The soul of decency
You'll be loyal and fair and on the square
And most importantly
When you're a professional pirate
You're always in the best of company

and I didn't spell "professional" with three s's in the title at all.......