Hunter Chronicles

Writer's Block: Childhood Firsts

2009-06-29T20:19:20Z

What was your first word?

Ouch

Writer's Block: End of the World as We Know It

2009-05-01T20:24:34Z

Robert Frost speculated about the world ending in fire or in ice. Which do you think is likely to end us all: meteorite, global warming, nuclear weapons, zombies, or the superflu?

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Well i think that everyone of these is possibility and that on of this could be the cause of the other. For instance a meteorite the size of NYC is hurdling towards earth. The UN decides that best course of action is to launch nukes at it.So they launch it the metorite is destroyed and smaller fragment falls to earth. Now there is a blanket of radiation surrounding earths atmosphere causing an expontential increase in greenhouse gases to be trapped on earth. Which causes the polar ice caps to be super heated and melt. Now due radiation and the ice caps melting new strain on superflu is born but it attacks dead organism causing zombies to rise up and attack living humans. This how the world would end.

Writer's Block: Indulgences

2009-04-20T09:50:57Z

Your birthday is a time when you get to indulge in all your favorite things. So indulge us—what's your favorite LJ post?

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My favorite LJ post is called Love a strange emotion. this post was probably the most honest post ive ever made. It still rings true what i said in that post.

Love: A strange emotion
Dear Readers

The holidays are coming up a time for family and friends and love. I see happy couples walking the streets holding hands, looking into each others eyes, giving quick kisses, and being happy. It makes me smile and hurt at the same time. i ask myself why do i keep getting hurt? My soul is a scarred one. How do those wounds heal? Some people can just get over it but i cant i feel the pain for a long time and it bogs me down with doubt about ever loving again. I realize though as i sit here and talk about having a scarred soul that i have hurt those ive cared for. I would like to sorry to those i hurt and scarred. i realize that an apology doesnt fix everything but i hope you can forgive. Those of you who read this know who you are and i sorry.
For those of you who have that person to love. hang on to them dont let them go but dont smother them. Say I love you and mean it. Take comfort in the warmth of their touch against your skin. Open your heart and soul to them. Thats what love is about is being yourself and being vunerable to that one person. You may argue and you may get upset with other sometimes you might not talk to them for awhile. Then you begin to remember what made you fall for them in the first place and realize that the arguement was silly and you hug them and say i love you. This is what it means to love. Acceptance of each others faults. Compromise each of you gives a little but you each gain something as well. Concern when you dont hear from one another or when one of you is sick you go to them and care for them. You get a gift for them just becuase you love them. All those songs and movies about love though sometimes corny and cheesy are true.

"The greatest thing you can ever learn is to love and be loved in return" Moulin Rouge

Kindness

2009-04-15T00:35:31Z

Kindness

Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.
How you ride and ride
thinking the bus will never stop,
the passengers eating maize and chicken
will stare out the window forever.

Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness,
you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho
lies dead by the side of the road.
You must see how this could be you,
how he too was someone
who journeyed through the night
with plans and the simple breath
that kept him alive.

Before you know kindness
as the deepest thing inside,
you must know sorrow
as the other deepest thing.
You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth.
Then it is only kindness
that makes sense anymore,
only kindness that ties your shoes
and sends you out into the day
to mail letters and purchase bread,
only kindness that raises its head
from the crowd of the world to say
it is I you have been looking for,
and then goes with you every where
like a shadow or a friend.

http://www.translatum.gr/poetry/naomi-shihab-nye.htm

Writer's Block: In a Former Life

2009-02-16T11:06:09Z

Do you believe in reincarnation? If your answer is "yes," describe some of your past lives.

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I do believe in Reicarnation. The only past live im aware of is that i was an Elder Celtic Druid living on the southern part of Ireland. I was one who unfortunaly sought to unite the acient traditions with christianity which ultimatley lead to my death by burning. So yeah i definatly believe i reincarnation.

Writer's Block: Table for One

2009-02-04T01:35:19Z

Do you ever go out to dinner (at a sit-down restaurant) by yourself?

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Let answer this question with another one. What the hell would the point of going to a sit down restaurant by yourself? It makes for one sided conversation. Not that talking to yourself is a bad thing its a healthy thinking process unless you start to answer and/or argue with yourself this may be a sign of insanity. In which case go see your doctor right away. Oh Well that was random.

Writer's Block: Clothing Options

2009-01-17T22:07:23Z

When it comes to clothes, would you rather be comfortable or fashionable?

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Ive never been one for the fashion scene so i would rather dress for comfort than for fashion.

Writer's Block: Humans and Cylons

2009-01-17T04:20:18Z

The final episodes of Battlestar Galactica begin today. The sci-fi drama often explores the relationship between humans and machines. At what point do we consider a machine with artificial intelligence to be an individual with its own feelings and rights?

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Though im not a watcher of Battlestar Galatica i do watch my far share of sci fi dramas.
Now i dont that just possesing AI is enough for a machine to be considered an individual with feelings and rights. A machine must show setientence and exstitencial awarness. The best example i can give is the trial of LT Commander Data from season 2 of Star Trek Next Generation. During this trial it was determined that although Data is a machine he possesed the nessacary qualifications for an individual.

Writer's Block: Use Your Power

2008-12-26T02:54:22Z

Our holiday gift to you: the question submitted most often to Writer's Block—if you could have a superpower, what would it be and how would you use it?

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Why have super powers when you are a hero in someone elses eyes.

Happy Holidays

2008-12-25T13:44:14Z

Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Happy Kanawaza, Merry Yule. Whatever holiday you celebrate make sure you celebrate it with those important to you.

rak1987 @ 2008-12-06T22:08:00

2008-12-07T03:08:59Z

Your Kiss is Green

Your kisses are short and sweet - at least a first.

You tend to be a cautious kisser. You don't want to scare anyone off.

Once you get to know someone, your kisses are daring... and even wild.

No matter what the situation is, you know how to deliver the perfect kiss.

Kissing Type: Varied

People See Your Kisses as: Skillful

You Kiss Best With: A Blue Kisser

Stay away from: A Black Kisser

What Color Is Your Kiss?

my rainbow

2008-12-02T20:49:41Z

Your Rainbow
Your rainbow is strongly shaded violet and red.

What is says about you: You are a passionate person. You appreciate beauty and craftsmanship. You get bored easily and want friends who will keep up with you. You are patient and will keep trying to understand something until you've mastered it.

Find the colors of your rainbow at spacefem.com.

Love: A strange emotion

2008-11-26T20:06:06Z

Dear Readers

The holidays are coming up a time for family and friends and love. I see happy couples walking the streets holding hands, looking into each others eyes, giving quick kisses, and being happy. It makes me smile and hurt at the same time. i ask myself why do i keep getting hurt? My soul is a scarred one. How do those wounds heal? Some people can just get over it but i cant i feel the pain for a long time and it bogs me down with doubt about ever loving again. I realize though as i sit here and talk about having a scarred soul that i have hurt those ive cared for. I would like to sorry to those i hurt and scarred. i realize that an apology doesnt fix everything but i hope you can forgive. Those of you who read this know who you are and i sorry.
For those of you who have that person to love. hang on to them dont let them go but dont smother them. Say I love you and mean it. Take comfort in the warmth of their touch against your skin. Open your heart and soul to them. Thats what love is about is being yourself and being vunerable to that one person. You may argue and you may get upset with other sometimes you might not talk to them for awhile. Then you begin to remember what made you fall for them in the first place and realize that the arguement was silly and you hug them and say i love you. This is what it means to love. Acceptance of each others faults. Compromise each of you gives a little but you each gain something as well. Concern when you dont hear from one another or when one of you is sick you go to them and care for them. You get a gift for them just becuase you love them. All those songs and movies about love though sometimes corny and cheesy are true.

"The greatest thing you can ever learn is to love and be loved in return" Moulin Rouge

Should I or Shouldnt I

2008-11-13T03:09:48Z

I have confidence in my heart but doubt in my mind. I want to more than anything in the world but i want it to be special when it happens. I love her more than anything in this world or any other world. This is true,unconditional love. She has me heart and soul. There's nothing i wouldn't do for her. Id go on but it would end up sounding cliche. Yet i find such cliche things to be utterly and absolutely true. She is free spirited and has such a way about that makes me feel invincible. This question i wish to ask is a big one. Since i met her its never been a question of if but when. When is it the right time? When should i get the ring? Where should i ask her? Should it be a big build up to it or should simply ask? Should i get permission from her aunt and uncle before asking? These questions are floating in my head constantly. Am i indecisive or just over analyzing and freaking myself out? Goddess Help me.

Writer's Block: When the Boss is Away…

2008-11-13T02:29:20Z

How do you entertain yourself when you’re bored at work?

She might be the one

2008-09-24T00:15:40Z

She might be the one. She is perfect for me i feel it in my heart and soul.

Naughty Application

2008-02-28T05:04:24Z

1.Your Name:

2.Age:

3.Favorite position:

4. Do you think I'm cute?

5. Would you have sex with me?

6. lights on or off?

7. Would you have to be drunk?

8.Would you take a shower with me?

9.Have you ever thought about having sex with me?

10.Would you leave after or stay the night?

11.Do you like cuddling afterwards?

12.Condom or skin?

13.Have sex on the first date?

14.Would you kiss me during sex?

15.Do you think I would be good in bed?

16. Would you use me as a booty call?

17.Can I use you as a booty call?

18.Can we take pictures of the act?

19.How long would we have sex?

20.Would you tell your friends about me?

21.Will you post this so I can fill it out for you?

SEE HOW MANY PEOPLE SEND THIS BACK TO YOU!
TITLE IT- Naughty Application

A note to my readers

2008-02-24T05:04:50Z

From here on out this blog will chronicle the adventures of Riceak Milner the neutral cleric of Obad Hai and his companions as he seeks to avenge his parent who were brutally murdered by drow raiders. He seeks the extinction of all Drow and those who would willing serve them and their dark ways. So to you my fellow readers i hope you enjoy the adventures with me.

rak1987 @ 2007-12-10T16:26:00

2007-12-10T21:43:36Z

Wow This is pathetic. I havent posted in 17 weeks. Well it's easy to say that alot has happened in that time since August 3rd. First thing is my dad is finally back from Iraq. It was just a small welcoming party myself, mom, sister, and grandfather. He came off the plane and through the doors where we were standing and we hugged him and welcomed him home and it was a great feeling. We left the airport and got something to eat at denny's then went home. So things as of now are back to rights in my household. Oh a good thing is im back to being single and im loving it. I do however wish i could find someone it's slim pickings in this town and i don't want to go anywhere like a club or something like that. I guess since my last relationship ive been afraid to love again. My heart has been beaten, torn out and stomped on and i just dont want that all over again. I feel a little selfish talking about my love life when others are going through there own struggle but i do hope that i can love again becuase one is the loneliest number (a bit cliche but whatever). Another thing is it is the week of hell as far as school honestly these finals are murder but they are almost over. Im thinking of taking of this summer from school and enjoying myself before i head away to Castleton. I'll be heading there next fall to finish becoming a teacher. So anyway thats my speal for now i hope to write more often than i have been.

Four

2007-08-13T19:35:56Z

Ask me four questions.
Any four, no matter how personal, private or random. I have to answer them honestly.
I have to answer them all.
In turn, you post this message in your own journal and you have to answer the questions that are asked of you.

Here is a story that im working on i need honest opions on this.

2007-06-26T16:04:19Z

Wizards War
By Richard A King II

Prelude

When the world of Vegoth was still young there were five great wizards. They were the leaders of their nations. Master Briar was master of earth and plants and resided in the land Trenock. Master Aqaus, master of water and ice, resided in the land of Feranof. Master Aeros, master of wind and weather, resided in the land Arenor. Master Igneus, master of fire and light, resided in the land Magner. The four wizards ruled the lands with fairness and kindness. For many years there was peace. One day a darkness creep out from the valley of the Murdering Mist. It was an army of horrifying proportions. It consists of beast seen in only in nightmares. To lead them was a powerful Necromancer called Malus. The wizards launched an immediate counter attack. Thus began the Seven Year War. Upon the seventh year the four wizards drew their power and called upon the god Luminous god of light. Luminous combined the wizard to create the pure wizard. They're by sealing the necromancer deep in the caves of Mount Galor.
The wizards were weak from fusing and unable to retain human form, turned themselves into four swords of legend. From the swords resonated the phrophecy that should Malus ever rise and cast his dark shadow upon the land of Vegoth. Four heroes will take up the swords and cast him down once more. With that the swords scattered to the far corners of the land. Many brave knights sought the swords for there own power but none prevailed. Eons passed and the wizards fell from legend to myth. And the search for the swords fell lost in the sands of time.

Chapter 1

The land was soft and quiet as the moonlight cast the shadow of Mount Galor over the land. From within the caves sounds could be heard. The ground shook with sound of drums. Grunt could be heard, as within the caves were orcs. Many of them working the caves digging for something. All under the sadistic gaze of their master, He ruled over them with fear and anger.
“Master” called out an orc
He turns look toward the orc.
“ What is it you piece of filth?” he asked annoyed the orc had addressed him.
“We’ve f…ound it.” Said the orc cowering.
He then walks down from the platform and to the orc who is on his knees covering his head with his hands.
“Show me what you’ve found.” He says. The orc looks at him and nods repetivatly and scrambles toward the opening of a shaft. The master walks following the orc brushing past the other orcs cowering before him. As he enters the shaft the stench of orc sweat and blood causes him to cover his nose in disgust. They reach the end and the orc points to what seems to be a statue face. The master raises his hand palm outward and the rocks around it burst and break in gust of wind. As the dust settles in a brown mist around them a large door appeared made of black wood inlaid with silver forming the designs of ancient magic. His eyes glowed wildly with the success of locating his teacher.
"Master" said the orc. He turns his head slightly "I get my reward now, Master"
He chuckles and mutters something as a red light streaks from his hand and the orc shrieks.
I sit straight up as I look wildly about the room. It's dark except for the dawns light showing through the holes in the roof. Everything looked fine the taper was burned out, my boots were on the floor next to my clothes. Nothing out of the ordinary except these dreams but there not like dreams they seem real some how. Putting this thought aside I decide to got stoke the fire for the master blacksmith who I work for. I pull on my leather boots in need of dire repair and put on my once green tunic, it was blackened due to the soot. I descended the ladder from the small loft of a room. As my feet touched the blackened earth the cold morning air swept through the house, carrying with it the smell of dew. The forge still had hot embers crackling and popping. I walk quietly along the bare earth so as not to wake the master black smith's wife. If she awoken heads would roll. She was a big woman not at all fat. Often when angered her face would match the red of her hair. I come upon the rickety door that made the entrance. As I pushed it open, a figure burst through the door sending me ass over tea kettle backward. The master blacksmith hulking frame came from the doorway hand grasping the hilt of his broad sword. He looks over towards me and says
“ You alright boy”
“Yes sir”
“ Who in Vorogs name are you?”
The figure turned toward the blacksmith. Before the blacksmith could say one more thing a flash came across his chest as his blood splattered against the wall. He fall with loud thud and his sword fell with a clang. As his body fell it reveal his wife whose face showed as she scream a silent scream. The figure then took a step toward the wife. I get and grab the broadsword and using the flat of the sword block the figures strike as he swings downward. The swords clang together as his strength bears down hard upon me. My strength can barely hold his sword from slashing my body. I begin to give way ever weakening. I see my master on the floor bleeding to death. I pull my strength and push the figure back. Awkwardly I swing the sword at the figure. It went wide at landed next to him. The figure used his hand and backhanded me in the side of the face and sent me against the wall. My body hit with a hard thud. It was then I began to feel faint as I began to drift into unconsiusness as the figure advanced on the black smiths wife.

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When I began to come to. The first thing I heard were screams of pain and the sound of whips. Oh no I thought as my vision began to clear. I could see the damp wall of the dungeon. Rats scurried about grabbing scraps of food that the previous occupants of this cell left. I realize that I must be in the Hall of Justice, but why I had done nothing wrong. My head seared with pain as images of the blacksmith and the dark figure. Who was that person? That question hung in the air like stagnant smell of rot. I tried to move and felt my wrist chained to the wall. I strain and struggle to free myself but to no avail.
“Conserve your strength boy you need it later.” Said a cackly voice. I look around the dark, dank dungeon. I see a pile. There was nothing but rags of former occupants. I look away to another corner and I heard rustling I quickly turn to see a few rags floating in the air like leaves on an autumn wind. I feel my heart racing in panic. I turn to look the other way.
“ By Raudulfr hammer” I yelled jumping back into the wall. Before me stands a swiney toothed old man, his age given by his hunch posture, skeletal with loose skin hanging about his bones and a cane made of bones, rags worn loosely about his person.
He looked at me, the eyes of his sunken face seemed to pierce my very soul. Then he stopped looking at me and withdrew from his rags a metal pick. He set to work releasing my hand from the chains. Though I was grateful to him, his stunk of old meat was nigh unbearable. After he released my hands I rub my wrist being chaffed from the iron cuffs.
“ Why do you help me?” I ask him.
“ You have greater purpose than rotting here.” He said hobbling toward the far left wall.
He motioned for my to come with him. I hadn’t another plan so I had to put faith in this old man. I walked toward him as he felt along the wall looking for something.
“ Well, come on. You want to get out of here don’t you?” he asked
“ Yes” I said as I started to feel for something though I didn’t know what. At last my fingers brushed by a stone that slid inward. Then a door to the left slid open revealing a stone passageway spiraling downward.
The old man brushed past me and quickly headed downward. Though it was against my better judgment to escape from a prison I felt I had no choice. I proceeded after the man at a brisk walk. The wall seemed to have craved from the natural rock but the steps were carved slate. Which suggest this was part of the original design of the Hall of Justice, long forgotten by anyone. I continued down this way for what seemed an enternity. Finally I met up with the old man again. We stood in what seem to be the sewers under the city. The smell of garbage and feces was enough to suffocate a person. The man nodded his head onward down the city of decay. We moved swiftly down the sewer corridors that each looked the same as the next. Once I could swear something was following me from in the river. We walked around for what to be hours, we went left and right so many times it was disorienting. Finally we came to a ladder the man stood there smiling his knurly toothed smile.
“Up to surface. Me leave you now.” he said as he quickly hobbled down the corridor and around the corner. As he left I thought what did he mean greater purpose. I put the thought out of mind and began to climb the ladder. I climbed the slime-ridden rungs till at last I reached the top. I reached up and slid off the covering to the manhole. Light and fresh air flooded my senses as I was temporally blinded me.
I felt two hand grasp my shoulders and yank me up through the manhole. For awhile I could not see anything but I felt myself being carried by this thing somewhere.
“Where are you taking me?” I shout
“Quiet boy you belong to the Mistress now.” Said this guttural voice.
“Who is this Mistress? I demand to know!” I yell back
“ You’ll find out soon enough’ It replied.
My eyesight had begun to return. I could make out this shadowy mountain of man but couldn’t see any feature. He forcible shoved me to the ground and proceeded to bind my hand and feet and then blindfolded and gagged me.
“ If your wise you’ll be quiet till we get to the Mistress.” It said as I was shoved into the back of cart and canvas pulled over top of the cart.