June 3, 2008
-Hey! - I heard a yell and felt the blade loosen up and drop off my neck. I heard the heavy blade drop to the stone floor and started running towards the door of the old building. The woman had been crouching down beside the long rock column. I took her hand and got her to her feet and had her run with me into the building.
I heard footsteps along the hall and began to run faster. The hard floor was harder to run on, my knees buckled everytime I slamed them on the floor. I could feel blisters begining to form on the edges of my feet and skin peeled off them whenever my feet slid forward.
I felt something whistle past my cheek and I looked back. Another strange man stood in the doorway. He had a pile of rocks in his hand and a sling shot in the other. I looked forward and a gray rock was sitting at my feet.
Hes trying to kill me too, he’s going to kill me, I’m going to die. Who are these people? What have I done to them, why are the going to kill me?
-RUN!-I heard the woman yell. I turned and saw the two men snatching her away from me. - IVANNA! GO, LEAVE ME, KEEP SAFE, YOU NEED TO KEEP SAFE, WE NEED YOU.
Filed by two26 at June 3rd, 2008 under Uncategorized
No comments on this post yet
May 22, 2008
-We’re here Ivanna, we made it, they’re gone and we’re here, we’re finally here, we’re safe Ivanna, - The injured woman said as she clutched her bloody leg. I gazed up at the huge building in front of me contentedly, relived that we were finally there.
We walked together towards the ancient building, dragging our tired, exhausted feet across the dirt. I was afraid we were losing time; I could sense the wounded woman collapsing into my arms, dead.
-Hey! – I heard a shout behind me, - You can’t go in there! Stop, - I turned, saw a man sprinting towards me and the hurt woman, and began running towards the door of the old building. I could hear him on my heels. It amazed me that I could still run. I felt completely and absolutely relaxed. I felt like I could run forever, like the man behind me would tire and be able to chase me no longer.
I finally reached the door, but could still feel the man closing up on me. I wondered if running into the building was a bad idea, I could be running straight into a trap, I wouldn’t know where to go, and would be completely lost in the building.
-Don’t move, stay where you are, - I felt the man’s breath on my neck, I had stood still for too long. He brought his arm around my neck, he squeezed and squeezed. I gagged and cried, but he just kept wringing my neck with his rough round fingers. My head started to spin, I couldn’t breathe, he was holding onto my neck and not letting go, I was scared to death. I tried bringing my hands up, to try and pry loose his fingers, but his fingers were locked onto my neck.
- Please, please, just let me go, - I tried to say, but all that came out was even more choking and gagging and not even I could understand what I was trying to say. I felt him move.
Yes, he’s going to let me go, thank you god, I thought I was going to die; I thought that would be my last breath in this world. I was almost sure that in a couple of seconds I would be joining Michael, joining him to wherever he had gone.
He took one hand off of my neck, I tried wriggling loose, but he looped his whole arm around my neck, not even letting me move my head. I rolled my eyes down, trying to see what he was doing with his other hand, his free hand. My eyes followed him down to his pockets, where he pulled out a long and thin blade.
Oh, my, god, he’s going to kill me, he’s going to slit my throat. – I thought as my wide eyes followed his hand, now tightly holding onto the slim blade up to my neck.
Filed by two26 at May 22nd, 2008 under Uncategorized
No comments on this post yet
May 14, 2008
- Find a cave; we’ll be safe in a cave. – She said, but I had no idea where I was, how was I supposed to find a cave? I didn’t even know how far it would be to find a cave. I didn’t even know this woman and now her life was in my hands, but I had no choice, she could die from loss of blood, and it would be my fault.
I looked around, looking for anywhere that looked safe for me to take this woman, but there was no where, no protection could be seen for miles and miles. We were standing there for a couple minutes, neither one saying a single word. All we heard was birds in the distance and creatures of the forest chirping and calling to each other. Suddenly I heard a foot step. More foot steps. I looked around but saw nothing, I heard it some more.
- Run Ivanna, run, just run away from here, leave me. – I heard the woman whisper in my ear. But I started to feel a sudden closeness to this woman, I felt attached and I couldn’t leave her. I started walking cautiously, afraid the noises would get closer to me, or I would get closer to them. I heard the footsteps getting closer and closer. I started running, away from the footsteps that seemed to be following me, but I kept the woman right at my side.
The footsteps never seemed to go away, I ran and ran and they kept up with me. I was tired and out of breath but I couldn’t stop. My breath was heavier and heavier, my chest felt like it would fall out of my body any second. My throat felt drier and drier, I needed water. The stinging pain running up my legs seemed to dig deeper and deeper into my leg, they started cramping up and I couldn’t keep running. The ache on my body took my mind off the footsteps and it took me awhile to realize I couldn’t hear them anymore.
- You see the building up there? – The woman asked, - you need to get there, we’ll be safe there, it’s abandoned. I looked up and saw the beat down building. It was enormous and dark. The windows had been beaten out and the doors hung from their hinges. Thin leafy vines had begun to grow around the building and crows rested on the top of the roof. I felt relieved I didn’t have to walk anymore, but was scared to walk into that torn down building. The path leading up to the buildling was worn down and old. The stones were cracked and they didn’t look sturdy. We were still a bit far from the building and the stones didn’t start until a couple more yards. -Where are we? - I asked the woman. She seemed to know exactly where we were and exactly where to go.
- It doesn’t matter we are, its safe, and thats all that matters, we need to get in there, its the only safe place for miles. - She said. I knew I had to get there, I knew I had to get somewhere safe, but I couldn’t walk anymore, I felt like I would collapse if I walked anymore.
-I can’t, I can’t carry you anymore, I can’t do it, its too much. - I told her as I slowed down and slowly placed her on her feet.
- It doesn’t matter if you can or you can’t Ivanna, you’re special, you need to get to the building, we can’t stay here, it’s too dangerous, you shouldnt even be here, we need to get out of here, people are looking for you, and we can’t waste anytime, they’ll come for you Ivanna. - She said, but her words confused me, how did she know people were looking for me? Who was looking for me? Where was I and how did she know exactly who I was already? But I had a feeling I could trust her, I had a feeling I had to trust her, or something really bad would happen, and I would suffer severely.
Even though I had a deep throbbing pain growing down my legs and my throat was about ready to dry out, I knew I had to keep going, I knew I had to get to the building and I knew I had to do something to help this woman, I couldn’t afford to lose her, I needed her to stay with me.
I pushed my hair out of my sweaty face, leaving me space to breath. My hair had gotten soaked from the sweat and was dripping wet. The sweat looked so water and refreshing that I was so tempted to replace the water I desired with the sweat pouring down my face.
Filed by two26 at May 14th, 2008 under Uncategorized
2 persons have commented this post
Act 1:
Orlando is being mistreated by his older brother Oliver. Charles has a meeting with Oliver, telling him that Orlando is planning to wrestle with him. Oliver tells Charles that he must kill Orlando because Orlando would most likely posion Charles in order to win. But Oliver just wants Charles to kill his younger brother so he won’t have to worry about him anymore.
The day of the match, Rosalind and Celia are there to see them wrestle. When they find out who Orlando is going to wrestle, they try to talk him out of it, worried he would get hurt, but can do nothing to change his mind, because he says he has nothing to lose in life. Orlando wins, and Charles is carried out. Duke Fredrick is amazed with Orlando but soon finds out his identy and who his father was and wishes he was someone elses son. Orlando and Rosalind fall in love at first sight and Rosalind give Orlando a chain from her neck. Then Le Beau tells Orlando he must leave the court. Later Rosalind also gets banished from the court and Celia says she will leave with her. They leave the court disguised, Rosalind as Ganymede, and Celia as Aliena.
Act 2:
Duke Senior is happy about being in the forest. He and his men are going to go hunting but Jaques tells them that its bad. Duke Fredericks finds out that Celia and Rosalind have run away. Duke Frederick hears about Rosalind falling in love with Orlando and has his men go find him and arrest him. Orlando goes back home and Adam tells him that Oliver is going to burn the house with Orlando in it. Orlando knows he has to go away but has no way to survive. Adam tells him he will help him if he takes him with him, which he does.
In the forest, there are two shepards, Corin and Silvius. Silvius is in love with Pheobe and Corin tries to give him advice but Silvius says he doesn’t know anything so he leaves. Rosalind says that she can find out how Silvius really feels. Celia then asks Corin where they can find food but he says he cant tell her. But then he tells them about a place thats up for sale. Celia then says she will buy the place and Corin will take care of it.
Orlando and Adam find the Duke and they stay with him and his men.
Filed by two26 at May 14th, 2008 under Uncategorized
No comments on this post yet
May 8, 2008
I opened my eyes, feeling like I had been asleep for hours. Again, I had no idea where I was. I knew I wasn’t in the same place I was before; I saw tons and tons of trees around me. The air felt humid and hot, the dirt was moist and the leaves were dripping wet. I looked out into the landscape and all I saw was trees, miles and miles of trees. I was afraid, I didn’t like it, I had no idea where I was. I listened for any sound indicating that I was anywhere near some civilization. I stood still for a couple of minutes, but heard nothing except for the frequent chirping of birds and the other forest animals. I knelt down onto the moist ground, not caring if I got wet or dirty. I reached down to touch the dirt and felt my fingers slowly sink into the damp floor.
-Are you lost? – I heard a smooth soft voice speak up, startled, I turned around. The woman standing in front of me was striking. She had long bleach blonde hair down to her hips. She towered over me even when I stood up. Her face was so perfect, her eyes and nose were flawlessly placed on her smooth clean face. Her eyes were a deep clear blue, they captured you, they lured you in and wouldn’t let you go. I gazed into them, unable to look away and she asked me, - What is your name? – But I couldn’t look away.
She blinked, but I, not even for one second looked away. When she opened her eyes once again, they were a deep purple. I immediately looked away, her eyes were to enticing and powerful, I felt like she would pull me in and never let me go.
-I’m Ivanna, I don’t belong here, I don’t know where I am. Please take me back, I don’t belong here, I just want to go home, please take me back.
- Ivanna? You said your name is Ivanna? – She said.
- Yes, that’s my name, Ivanna Mendoza. – The woman’s face was still for a while; it looked as if she was thinking really hard about something. Suddenly, I heard a branch snap. I looked up to the woman, checking to see if she had heard it also. She had. The expression on her face was almost painful. Her mouth was twisted in a weird smile but you could see the pain in her eyes, which had now turned to a deep, dark, midnight blue, almost black. I looked down and blood was pouring down her leg. The blood ran thick and heavy, but it wasn’t red. The blood was a clear, almost transparent creamy white.
- We have to get out of here, its not safe, especially for you, we have to leave. – She said painfully. She motioned for me to come closer. She threw her arm around my shoulders, allowing me to help her walk. - Find a cave, we’ll be safe in a cave.
Filed by two26 at May 8th, 2008 under Uncategorized
No comments on this post yet
April 30, 2008
My head started tohurt. I felt dizzy but completly fine at the same time. I wanted to stand up, wanted to go up to him and ask him if he was real. He looked completely real, his soft brown eyes gazed into mine, leaving me speechless and still. I didn’t know what to do, I had been wishing him back, wanting him to hold me and to be with me, but now that I did, I had no idea what to do. He began to walk towards me, taking long careful steps. I tried getting up, trying to walk towards him, but I couldn’t, my brain couldn’t get down to my legs. I sat there, waiting for him to get to me. I waited and waited, admiring how wonderful and flawless he looked without even trying, but he never seemed to get any closer.
All of a sudden, he started disapearing, his beautiful face was fading, it was evaportaing right in front of me.
-No! Michael come back, come back, Michael. I cursed myself for having a chance to have him back but not taking it. I could have had him back, he could have been alive, he could have been back. I threw myself to the floor, sobbing and weeping for him. I could have done something, I could have saved him.
What have I done? I could have brought him back, I could have kept him with me. Why’d he have to leave? Why couldn’t he have stayed? Michael, oh Michael, come back, come back to me, I need you, I need you with me. I was lying there, still bawling, the tears would never end, my eyes were tired but the tears would never end.
-Ivanna? Ivanna are you okay? How do you feel? - I heard a loud booming womans voice. I looked around me and all i saw was white. White padded walls. It was burning my eyes, it was all too bright. I was lying on the floor on my back. I tried getting up, using my arms to push me up, to help me get up, but I couldn’t move them. It was as if they were tied together. I looked down and I too was all white. I had on completly white pants and pure white shoes with no laces. I soon relized my arms were tied together, I had on a stiff, pale colorless straight jacket.
-Where am I? Get me out of this, please, let me out, let me out! - I started shrieking, I tried getting my arms loose, I couldn’t stand it, I needed to get out of there. - Get me out! Get me out! - I started leaping up and down, trying to stand up, I couldn’t control what was going on in my head. I couldn’t stand just sitting there, being volnerable to anything, I didn’t even know where I was, I didn’t know what could happen to me. I saw to men walk towards me. They had a hurried and worried look planted on their thin, bony, scrawny faces. I was so relived. They were coming to help me, they understood me, they knew I didn’t belong. To me they looked beautiful. They looked like angels, angels send straight from heaven, here to set me free. They came rushing, they took me by my armpits, dragging me across the floor.
-No! No! - I yelled as loud as I could, they didn’t understand, I didn’t belong there. - Let me go, let me go, let me out! - I yelled louder and louder but they didnt seem to hear me.
- Take her to the back room, get her to calm down, use what you need. - I heard the second mans voice say to the first. What? No , this isnt happening, what are they going to do? I never did anything wrong, they’re going to kill me, they’re going to hurt me. They didn’t look like angels, they looked like devils sprung fresh from hell. The fire in their eyes ate away at all the beauty and life in the world. Their rough hands also felt like fire against my white jacket as they pulled me away, I tried and tried to pull away, oh how I tried. But they lead me straight to a small room, also white. They pushed me into the room, I tripped and landed on the floor. They closed and locked the door and I was still lying on the floor, awaiting my fate. I saw the tall men towering over me, with a needle in each of their hands.
Filed by two26 at April 30th, 2008 under Uncategorized
No comments on this post yet
April 23, 2008
I bit my lip, wanting to keep my tears from streaming down my face again. My eyes were tired, tired from crying over what I knew I would never have again, my sweet caring michael again, but I knew my love for him was forever and eternal. My sight was becoming blurry and the lump was becoming thicker and bulkier, making it hard to swallow.
I looked out of the window and immediatly felt guilty and had to look away. How could I be gazing out into the beautiful scenery when Michael would never be here to see anything again? I felt guilty watching the stunning blooming flowers and thick green leaves falling from the trees. I couldn’t help but think that Michael would never have a chance to see any of this, I thought of what he would feel like if he was with me there, stareing out into the world. I though of Michaels light brown sleeping eyes and it was unbearable to think that no beauty would ever enter his eyes again. I though of how much Michael used to love the start of spring. He always picked flowers for me on the first day of spring, bringing his love and warmth along to my doorstep. I remember smelling the sweet scent of fresh picked flowers early in the morning. They were always pink roses, gorgeous beautiful pink roses. I couldn’t believe how sweet he was the first time he brought them to me, he knew those were my favorite flowers and he never let himself forget it. Those memories were so fresh and vivid that I could smell the sweet fragrance of the beautiful roses and could almost feel the soft moist petals.
-Michael was going to bring them to you tomorow.-I heard michaels mom say from the front seat. I turned and saw a dozen light pink roses perfectly tied together with a think creamy white ribbon. I reached over and lightly touched the soft pink petals. I picked them up and slowly brought them to my face. I slowly breathed in the wonderful sweet scent, feeling warm wet tears roll down my face. I would keep these roses forever. These were the last first of spring roses that I would ever get from him. My heart felt warmer and warmer as I thought how thoughtful he was when I saw he had perfectly cut off the thorns. But soon all this feeling came crashing down on me when I relized that Michael never lived to see the pleased emotion planted on my face.
-He always looked forward to the first day of spring because of you, he really truely loved you Ivanna, and he would have wanted you to know that. I hugged the roses to my chest, sniffing in the deep scent, letting it overcome me. I closed my eyes and felt tired and exahusted. I felt my head tilt to the side and I let my mind clear of everything that happened in the last 6 hours.
●●●
I woke up, I had no idea where I was or what time it was. I remembered being in a car, but I couldnt feel the rough road under the car and I felt a light breeze on my face that i knew wasn’t there before. I opened my eyes cautiously. The second I saw what was in front of me, my stomach felt nervous and I had butterflies fluttering about in it. My heart started beating faster, my body didn’t think to distinguish what was real and what was fake. My brain finally caught up to my body and I could not believe what I was seeing
Filed by two26 at April 23rd, 2008 under Uncategorized
No comments on this post yet
The poem I really liked was Stereotypes by Patricia. I really liked this poem because I think this is expressing what everyone feels but dont have the guts to say it. People walk into school everyday, knowing whats happening, and what stereotypes are going around and nobody likes them, so why doesnt anybody do anything about it? Patricia really expressed herself in this poem and I think not enough people do that and especally on this topic that everyone thinks about but nobody talks about.
Filed by two26 at April 23rd, 2008 under Uncategorized
No comments on this post yet
April 15, 2008
I stood there, shock thundering through my shaking body. I couldn’t believe this horrible news, it just couldn’t be true. It’s impossible; the one love of my life could not be gone. Gone from my life, gone from this world. I just saw him smiling and laughing, not even two hours ago. I had just looked into those beautiful light brown eyes. I just held those soft smooth hands in mine. I had just heard that soothing soft playful voice call my name.
This is a dream, no, it’s a nightmare. This isn’t happening; I can just call him right now, talk to him, and make plans for tomorrow. But what if he doesn’t answer? What if he really is gone, gone from the wonderful life we could have had. I wouldn’t be able to breathe; I wouldn’t be able to live.
I had so much confusion and pain trapped and bottled inside me and I couldnt take it. I ran and ran until I felt hot tears running down my cheeks, each bit of sorrow burning through them. I dropped down to the floor, shaking. I couldn’t control my body; I was letting it out, letting all the pain and shock out.
He’s dead. My head started spin, my heart felt so heavy and empty as I lie their in the street, not being able to control the sorrow and pain.
I remember today. He took me to the lake by our school and we took off our shoes and rolled up our pants. We stepped into the freezing water and felt the fish swim past us as we were balancing on the slimy rocks.
My feet are still wet, they’re still cold. But most of all my heart is cold. It has no feeling, it will never live again. It will never feel like it felt like with him ever again. I feel the broken pieces crying as I think about him, I feel it all over my body, and I feel it ripping at my body.
I don’t want to believe this, how could something so serious have happened on his way home? It’s impossible, he was just dropping me off, he hadn’t done anything wrong, he didn’t deserve it, he should have lived. But it happened, as much as I want to say it didn’t, that we’ll hang out tomorrow and just talk, I can’t, it happened.
● ● ●
By now I had stopped crying, but I hadn’t bothered to wipe my tears. I hadn’t bothered to get up even when I felt the soft warm rain drops on my body. I just needed to rest, to sit down and think of nothing, to just clear my head of all this pain in my heart.
The soft warm rain had turned into stabbing icy rain drops that felt as if they were cutting you every time they went past you. I started to stand up but my legs would still shake under my body. I collapsed down to the floor and just lay there, in the wet muddy dirt. I saw a car pass by and recognized it as the car I saw everyday at Michaels house.
His parents! I need them right now; they’re the only ones that will know what actually happened
I got up, tears coming back into my tired eyes as I saw Michaels face in his fathers. I wanted to follow them, wanted to chase them and just ask them, ask them why this had to happen. Why Michael had to be taken from me in such a horrible way.
I started running again, ignoring the pain tearing through my heart down to my legs. My legs were about to give out under me, I threw myself at the car and when I couldn’t reach, I screamed, screamed out all the pain out of me. And there I was again, just laying there, in the hard cold wet street, feeling like I was useless now that he was gone, when I saw two pairs of feet, I looked up and saw Michaels parents.
“Come on Ivanna, you should come with us, you’ll feel better.” Michaels mom said, but I felt like nothing could make me better, nothing could make me happy again, nothing could make me live, I would never be the same, I would never find someone like him, I loved him so much, its impossible for me to love another now.
Michael’s parents took me into the car and drove off. I didn’t care where I was going, as long as I was away from where I started off. As long as I was away from where I had met Michael, away from where we grew up. Away from where it all happened. Away from where he had gotten shot in the chest and left there to die. Away from where his blood still lies and away from where his lifeless body once was.
As soon as we turned the corner, I started sobbing. It was just too much, I needed him, I needed him with me, I needed him to come back, to make it all stop, to make the terrrible pain stop. I let my tears roll down my cheeks and down into my cupped hands. I caught my tears, keeping them locked as the last memory of Michael.
I heard a soft cry. Michaels mom wiped tears off her face, clearing the way for brand new ones coming from her weary red eyes. Her husband reached over to her and took her hand in his. I felt a lump form in my throat. The though of never again having someone their like michales parents had each other was unbearable. I stared out of the window, blinking back a stream of tears
Filed by two26 at April 15th, 2008 under Uncategorized
4 persons have commented this post
March 2, 2008
On March 6th and 7th we hope that you will come to the Many Voices for Darfur blog and leave comments. We want to raise awarness and we want you to help. If you want to learn more about Darfur, and if you want to know about what’s going on and what’s happeneing to the people of Darfur, you can go to Voices From Darfur and read or hear personal stories from survivors of the genocide in Darfur. Once you hear or read these stories, you’ll see how bad it is in Darfur. These personal accounts from survivors are heartbreaking and they make you not believe that nobody’s doing anything to help them. I couldn’t believe what these people had gone through, the things that they said were done to them were cruel, and nobody should have to go through that.
I think that these personal stories were a really good idea, even though you dont want them to be, they’re so real and they wake you up to see everything thats happening, and there’s so much you can do to help these people, but the problem is not alot of people know about it, but we cant do something to change it. This site is so good because it shows people whats actually happening and it makes you want to do something to stop it.
Filed by two26 at March 2nd, 2008 under Uncategorized
No comments on this post yet
