This is a Place Without a Dog

No Dog Here…

 

This is a photo of a most humorous scene

From a most horrific game, the original

Silent Hill

 

This is the man, Harry Mason, looking at

An abandoned doghouse in the ghost

Town of Silent Hill

 

This is the comment that, when said at the

Right time, can be quite ironic

 

This is Harry Mason saying

"Probably a doghouse, though I’m not sure

Since there’s no dog around"

 

This is that conclusion made just as the

Dog of this abandoned doghouse leaps

At Harry Mason

 

This is the events of a scene in this cursed

Town of Silent Hill, forever trapped in winter

As white and gray ash falls like snow

 

This is a residential street, where one can see

Suburban houses and green, grassy lawns, a few

Of which have the occasional tree

 

This is the front of a house over by the concrete

Street named for a horror novelist, both close to

And far from the elementary school

 

This is that moment when you realize just how

Important it is too look around before you say

Anything, as your words may come back to bite

You…

Gale's Song

Gale’s Song

This story was kinda spur of the moment done in class. This is pretty much a generic fairy tale that I wrote from my memories of the very few ones that were read to me when I was a little child. Don't expect too much, but don't expect too little.

Once upon a time in a land far, far away, there lived a princess whose beauty could not be matched. This princess was named Gale. She had hair the color of fresh wheat, and eyes the color of a clear summer sky.

Gale was very happy where she lived, in a grand castle on the edge of a forest. Her parents, the king and queen of this land, loved her very much. Anything she wanted they would give her. Her life was great.

Gale would spend most of her time in her room. Her room was at the top of the tower in the center of the castle. She would stay there for most of the day, and she would sing. From the height of her tower, her song could be heard for miles around.

Gale’s songs always brought the people who heard it happiness. She was liked by everyone; for her songs carried a certain special something that made everyone feel better, no matter what it was that bothered them.

However, one day Gale’s voice went away. She could no longer sing. For days, she sat in her tower room, hearing the voices of the townspeople ask, “What happened to Gale’s song?” Everyone became worried for her.

Gale’s parents, saddened by the loss of her beautiful voice, asked everyone they could find if they could get her voice back. A wandering magician cast a magic spell on her, but the spell did nothing. A wandering musician tried to get her to sing by playing on his lute, but the music did nothing. A wandering doctor brewed her a cup of tea made from enchanted leaves, but the tea did nothing.

Growing even more upset and desperate, the king and queen turned finally to a wandering knight. They did not know if he could restore Gale’s voice, but they were willing to let him try.

Gale was sitting alone in her room at the top of the tower. She looked around and saw everything her parents had given her. She had everything she ever asked for, but something was missing. It was the one thing she truly wanted, but didn’t know how to ask for.

It was the love of a courageous man. So when the knight walked in to Gale’s room at the top of the tower, her voice immediately returned. To everyone’s surprise, they started to hear her song once again.

Many of the townsfolk, and the three wanderers included, believed that Gale’s song was even more beautiful than before.

Days later, Gale and the knight were married, and they lived happily ever after.

The End.

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It only looks perfect in the postcards. I stand before a town sign saying, “Welcome to Hallowed Hills! Population: 17,871.” The sign seems awfully cheerful considering all of the things I've heard about Hallowed Hills. Or maybe it’s just my bad mood; I did just get into a car wreck. I couldn't see the bloody road ahead of me for all of the fog and I ended up slamming my car into a bloody tree! Bloody ‘ell!

The fog is so bloody thick I can’t see ten meters ahead of me. But, my job forces me to be here. Y’see, I’m a psychologist. I've been working at a local asylum trying to figure out the cause of mental breakdown in a group of patients. While their causes were mostly different, every single one of ‘em had one thing in common: they all visited Hallowed Hills right before their mental breakdown. I couldn't figure out the significance of it, though; any time I brought up Hallowed Hills, they’d all faint or have a seizure.

So, with the intent of finding out more about this breakdown, I've traveled to the mountain resort town of Hallowed Hills. I already have a headache from this. This trip is going to be wonderful indeed.

I walk passed the sign, leaving my totaled car behind. Maybe I can find someone in town who can tell me where I can find a tow truck; I can’t call for one, my phone was smashed in the crash. I really wish I brought with me my jacket, the air is like ice. It’s almost solid, like it’s trying to keep me out. I huddle inside my shirt and walk on.

I notice that the road would continue ahead through a tunnel, if it weren't blocked off by a chain-link fence. It covers the entire tunnel entrance; I couldn't climb over even if I wanted to.

That’s just bloody great; I’ll have to wander in this fog until I’m in the town proper. Nearby is a gas station with a fairly small parking lot. On one end of the lot is a staircase leading down the mountainside. This way must lead to town. There’s no other reason for its existence. I walk there, slowly descending the mountain. I notice something strange; as the fog gets thicker, the air gets warmer.

I hope I don’t end up falling off the mountainside. The fog is too thick to see even five meters ahead now. The edge of the mountain could come sneaking up on me. I walk along the twisting path down the mountain. The air is no longer cold, and the fog is letting up a little, too. As I walk, I find myself in a graveyard. There is someone standing before me, her back to me.

“Excuse me!” I call out. She turns to me. “This one has a few questions, that I do,” I say with my somewhat unfortunate idiosyncrasies. The lady cocks her head to one side.

“Questions…?” she asks slowly.

“Er… Yes. This one just wants to know…” I think only one question is a good idea for know, but what? “… just wants to know… What is with this fog? There is no lake or river nearby, that there isn't.”

“The… fog…?” she thinks. “Oh! Yes, the fog! That’s just the town’s way of saying ‘Hello!’”

What is this? I don’t even… “Is that all? This one thanks you, that I do.” I walk past her, uncertain of what she meant. She seems like she’d be a regular at my place of employ. A white sweater and red jeans, she looks a little weird and out of place. As I walk through the cemetery, I hear her call out, “Bu-bye, Mister!!”

First a car crash, then thick fog, and now a grown woman talking like a small child. I can’t but think that time is moving slower. I walk through the opposite gate of the cemetery and finally find my way into the town proper. It seems like days have passed, when the reality is that it has only been about fifteen minutes. The fog is still persistent in town.

I see another figure ahead, shrouded in fog. I call out to it, but it shuffles away. I head towards it. It couldn't have moved very far or very fast, but it somehow disappeared. As I follow the road, I start to hear sounds behind me. They’re difficult to make out. Some sound like growling, some like claws against pavement, some sound like laughing, some sound like crying. I check behind me, but there’s nothing there.

I turn back, and there’s a streak of blood across the street. The blood wasn't there before. It seeps from a rusty old car and trails off further down the street, into the fog. That shuffling figure from before is standing there, waiting. I call out to it again, but it shuffles away again. I’m starting to understand why all of those patients pointed this place out. I need to leave this town.

I turn and run back. I’m overcome with an irrational fear. This town, with its randomly appearing bloodstains… I rush and run through the fog back the way I came. The fog suddenly vanishes with a load, unholy growling echoing behind me. In front of me, where the road once was, there remains only a gap. An abyss, I can’t see the bottom. What’s more, the growling I heard before has caught up.

Bloody ‘ell…

To be continued…

This is Halloween

This is Halloween

 

 

My favorite Halloween was the time I got a new pet. We only kept the pet for a few hours, but it was still amazing. One day, many years ago, there was a strange noise coming from the upstairs bathroom of my house. Walking in, there was something small in the bathtub. I later found out it was a bat. A small, little flying bat was sleeping in my bathtub. It stayed with us for a few hours until it flew out an open window. I really enjoyed Halloween that year, more than I normally do. Now that’s saying something.

 

My favorite Halloween treat is real ginger bread. Not that Christmas cookie in the shape of a person or a house, I mean real ginger bread. My family has an old recipe for it that I can’t remember off the top of my head. This ginger bread is like any other kind of bread, but it’s just so good. As for ones I’ve received, I don’t really have an answer to that. I always get enough candy to make myself sick, and then I don’t remember which piece I had first. I’m that guy who always has his favorite piece first, and I can’t ever remember which ones I started off with.

 

I don’t really remember all of my Halloween costumes. I’ve slept since the times I’ve worn them. But I do remember a few. One year I went as a ninja, once as a zombie/clown thing, once as an undead warrior, and this year I’m going as a Spartan. If I had to pick my favorite costume, I’d have to say the Spartan. In addition to the armor that makes up the costume, I have a horse head mask that I’ll wear and a foam battle axe. This costume is supposed to be something along the lines of the Minotaur’s cousin, or something like that. In all actuality, my favorite Halloween costume is the most recent one I wear or will wear.

 

The best costume I ever wore was actually one I haven’t worn yet. It’s this year’s costume. I always try to outdo myself each year. This year I got a costume that looks like Spartan armor. Then I got this mask that’s supposed to be the head of a horse. I also got a brutal looking foam battle axe. My goal was to create something unique, something that nobody else would think of. So I created what is essentially like the Minotaur from Greek mythology, only with a horse’s head instead of a bull’s head. I almost want to ditch my friends this year just to see how many people I can scare. That’s what makes Halloween so great; you can terrify as many people as you want and nobody will even raise an eyebrow, so to speak.

Music, Music, on the Radio...

Music, Music, on the Radio...

Question 1) When you listen to music, what feelings/emotions does it evoke?

 It depends on the emotion behind the song. A sad song will inspire sadness, while a heroic song will inspire feelings of courage.

Question 2) What is your favorite song? Why? Is it connected to a certain time, event, or place?

While I don't like playing favorites, I do have a good answer to this. The song is called Dream of the Sky, by Miracle of Sound. This is a lengthy song at around six minutes and thirty seconds. It's a song about the video game Bioshock Infinite. It's my favorite song because it inspires so many different emotions and thoughts. This song will always be connected to the time when I got the game last summer and stayed up for three days straight until I beat it.

Question 3) How has your taste in music changed over the years?

My taste in music changes a little whenever my friends change. Whether it's new friends or losing friends or friends becoming different, my taste in music will change slightly. However, the major part of it will never change. Nothing will happen to make me dislike Sum 41. My theme song is Underclass Hero by them.

Question 4) Why do you gravitate towards certain types of music? Why do you dislike certain types of music?

I gravitate towards certain type of music because, simply, music is important to me. I dislike certypes of music because they make my ears bleed.

Question 6) Without music the world would be...

A quiet and boring place. Music holds an important role in story telling as well as in history. Without music, life would be so dull.

Question 8) I admire the music of ___ because they...

I admire the music of Miracle of Sound because it is a band of one. The guy in charge of it, Gavin Dunne, writes all of the music and lyrics. Then, he performs on each instrument and sings it out in different octaves. When he's finished, he mixes and masters the song until it is what it is. The songs sound very professionally done, like they were performed by a group of people, when the reality is that only one person is doing everything.

Memoirs

6-Worded Memoirs

 

 

Reece Martin

Glues quarters to the ground sometimes

 

Robin Martin

A nice woman geeked at birth

 

Chris Stacy

Vlad the Impaler's biggest American fan

 

Alex Fithin

A friend through thick and thin

 

Gavin Dunne

Miracle of Sound, the one-man band

 

Amy Luong

Amazing artist and hilarious person

Window of Poem

Window of Poem

 

Out the window I see a weeping willow tree whose leaves barely avoid the ground

To the left of what I see there is a pile of oak leaves. Even rustled by the wind, they rest without sound

However, today something is off. the leaves are all gone, all removed. in their place is a big black trash bag. stuffed and round

This happens with the changing of the seasons. Sometimes I split the bag. Once, there was something inside worth being found

Outside now I see a frog with a leaf atop his head. The stretched shadow appears as a prince crowned

In the distance I see an old tree; I can't tell the type. Close up I see an open book; I can't see the text. I hope it's something profound