Monday, May 30, 2011

Jodi Harte

This is a very short poem I did for Lenka Sweet.
[I don't think I'm a poet, but I'll still try, anyway]
I hope you like it, Lenka!!!! :]

Well let me tell you from the start,
Of this young girl named Jodi Harte!

An elemental was her mum.
Her dad a con, he was not dumb.

To them this black haired babe was born.
In her hair, rainbow clips adorned,

Each to her their trade they did teach
These, from them, she sucked like a leach

But to her parents the Reaper came.
Poor sweet Jodi was never the same.

To her is spoken, "Everyone dies."
She glares him down with her ocean blue eyes!

By their gravestones she stands today.
Jodi hopes at rest they lay.

Alas, she cannot linger, for
She must begone and stay no more.

A bit excited she walks away.
Genius cons she has planned this day!

Many a-thing she does have to do,
And at some point, she plans to con you!

Sunday, May 29, 2011

The Odd Angel

O.o Don't ask me how I came up with this, 'cause I am so not a poet.
It must be all my crazy blogger friends inspiring me :3
It's about Kallista, by the way. I hope you like it, Kal! ^.^
I wonder what the Purple Poet will think of it? I know it's nothing compared to his, but still, I'm actually kinda proud of it even though it's short :]
Hope y'all all like it somewhat!!

Purple was her hair
Her sideburns were orange
And jauntily up there
Sat a top hat with care

Upon her legs, laced boots,
About her waist, a ruffled skirt,
And wildly she hoots
With friends in cahoots

Children know her name
Animals love and woo her
But on boys is her claim
With friends she is the same

She pretends herself a majesty,
And sometimes as a zombie,
When she lifts her brow archly
In a manner rather comly

In ballrooms she does dance
With friends she laughs, delighted
But with foes she takes her stance
And does have quite a fighting chance

Ah, she is our Odd Angel
Always bringing cheer and laughter,
We are so glad she is no fable
Ah, our wonderfully odd, Odd Angel

Friday, May 27, 2011

Kallista is the best

My name is Charity, aka Skyril Oblivion, and I'm here in the hope that Kallista's parents will see this at some point so they can see that I, and many others, as I do believe you will soon see, think the WORLD of Kallista! There's no way whatsoever that she could possibly be a bad influence on us. It's not in her nature. She's EXACTLY the opposite, actually. Words can't say how sad I'd be to never see my amazing friend again. Please.... PLEASE let her come on here as you did before... Please do it, knowing that it will make dozens, all across the world, extremely happy.

Saturday, May 21, 2011

Ruler of the World

Author's Note:
First off, I don't think I'll be doing a sequel. :P
Second, this is a special post for Kallista who technically requested some such as this from Lizzy, but it was just too fun for me to resist. :3

The Great Queen sighed and leaned back in her thrown, placing her delicate hand to her forehead wearily. Ruling the world was such tiresome work. She removed her hand, sat up in her seat, and spoke, "My dear boy, who would ever choose orange curtains over that luxurious, deep, and beautiful purple?" The red haired, freckled "boy" of 21 was, in fact, a boy compared to the queen, who was... well, we shan't mention her.... experienced age to the world, as she only looks to be about 20 and very much likes it that way.
The boy stuttered, nervous to be under the gaze of the Magnificent Queen Kallista Pendragon herself. "I'm s-so sorry. I'll fix it right away, Miss- I mean Madame- er Queen Ma'am..." Queen Kallista tilted her head slightly and crossed her booted legs. Her ruffled skirt and draping sleeves were of the finest silks. She quite liked them. She thought for a moment that she must request more from her good friend Ghastly. He, of course, would mutter and growl about how busy he was, but would be secretly be thrilled to make some clothes for the Queen. She smiled, then came back to the current moment as she looked down from her thrown to the boy named Freddie. "Freddie, my dear, relax, and call me 'your Majesty' please."
"Yes, of course, you Majesty. Please forgive me." He lowered his head in shame. Good Queen Kallista couldn't bear the sight, so stood from her perch and stepped down to place her hand on the shoulder of Freddie. "Don't fret, child. Now, would you please do me a favor and change those awful curtains for me as soon as possible?" Freddie raised his eyes a tiny bit, and Kallista smiled that beautiful smile of hers to put the boy at ease. It worked. "Yes, your Majesty," he said, delighted. "I will have those curtains to the royal purple you deserve before the day is out!" He thrust his arm in the air as a heroic stance. Kallista chuckled and waved the boy out.
She returned to her comfy thrown seat and thought, "Now let's see..., I've taken care of the curtains, had tea, laughed haughtily at my enemies... what's next on my list of things to do for the day?"
"Ah yes, " she spoke allowed to her little kitten, Puppy, who had just entered the room.
"Time to save the world."

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Fan-fiction part seven

Mordoc clench his fists and grabbed a syringe from his coat, plunging into his arm. Skulduggery saw all of this too. Then Mordoc, muscles relaxing, looked up to stare with loathing at the skeleton detective. Skulduggery yelled, "Go now!" 
He gave Mordoc one last look before forcing the other two out of the building as all but Mordoc ripped their flesh off.

Skulduggery drove. Vampires bounded after them like panthers closing in on their prey. No one spoke as the engine roared down the deserted road. Mar, who had turned human again as they ran to the car, and Israel sat with slightly shocked and slightly horror-struck features. "Is she dead?" Whispered Mar. No one had to ask whom Mar was speaking of.
"I don't know," replied Skulduggery. "But if she isn't, she'll be a full fledged vampire in two days."
"So what are we going to do?" Israel asked, a tad harsh, but who could blame him? He had just seen his good friend's blood drunk by a vampire. Skulduggery took no offense, "Well first," the car swerved sharply around close-quarters bend, the vampire closest behind them, whose claw was centimeters from the taillight, couldn't spin around fast enough and crashed into the wall. Skulduggery continued, "First we need to find that boy with the crazy hair."
"You mean Fletcher," said Valkyrie, no sign of question in her voice. She whipped out her phone.
"Then we need to heal our wounds as best as possible with those silly Sanctuary doctors. Lastly," his head dipped a fraction. "We need to visit an old acquaintance of mine."


"Get up."
She stands up, neck torn and  blood splattered on her dark green shirt. Mordoc gives her another instruction. Lizzy doesn't really hear it. Everything is drowned out as if she's underwater. She knows what to do nonetheless. Her eyes are clouded. All she can see is something of a deep fog, although there is no fog there. She takes a step, then another. She knows she's outside. She doesn't know how she knows that, although she really doesn't think into it much. She doesn't even think it worth a shrug. Light from above shines down on her. Must be the moon, she thinks. It seems so bright. She doesn't like the light, suddenly. She found it so beautiful before, but not now. There's a man. He's reflecting, shining. and glowing white. Lizzy cringes and looks away. There must have been more instructions because she has a new mission to do. A new task that must be completed. To her, it's of the utmost of importance. To anyone else, 'twould simply be a long and wearisome walk. She would not let anything get in her way. She would not let anyone run off screaming of her ripped neck. She would kill anyone in her path. She would walk all night till her feet bled through her shoes. And she would reach her destination before sunrise.
Or she would kill herself.


Mordoc smiled that awful smile of his at his newest recruit as she disappeared around the corner. Then, turning, leaped atop the the old warehouse and falls down gracefully into the woods behind it. A moment later, out he accelerates, breaking all speed limits by far, on a gleaming silver and white, red splattered motorcycle, coat tails underneath the gleaming armor on his chest whipping out behind him from the wind.


The dungeon was dark and dank and damp and dim and many other unpleasant words starting with D, for truly, this was not a pleasant place. There was not even one window to let in some sunshine. The only light came from three naked and flickering light bulbs, dangling weakly from above. They were far apart and down the middle row of  cells. They hardly cast off enough light for one to see his hand in front of his face. Water from the driving rain outside seeped through cracks in the ceiling, making everything wet and even more sticky than before when it was only uncomfortably hot. Rats scuttled in the corners, sniffing about for some morsels to fill their starving and scrawny bellies They would find nothing edible. A putrid smell of wastes and decaying creatures wafted through the place and mocked the paltry attempts of the fresh air as it tried to slip in here and there. The cells themselves held nothing but grime covered stone walls, puddles of black water, and their nearly hopeless prisoners.
The new boy, Michelle soon discovered, was Lizzy's brother, who is known to her as Halo. His usually spiky brown hair is floppy with the damp and his green eyes look a bit dim as he, she, and the rest of their prison mates sit huddled closely on the highest bit of ground in their little cell. It didn't help a lot, but it helped a bit anyway. The rest of her mates were Susan, to her left with dirt streaked orange died hair, she'd never been on Derek Landy's blog, Steve on her right with charcoal hair, he hadn't been on the blog either, and lastly, across from her, was Dragona. Her great friend from online. 
The other cells on all sides of them held many others. They'd communicated a few times, both sides trying to cheer up the others. Sometimes, when things were really low, they'd reach through the rusty bars, hold hands, and weep, but other times, the better times, they would talk a bit and maybe sing or hum a few hymns.
Uncountable comrades and new developed friends had been taken- shrieking and weeping and cursing their captors- to above. No one knew exactly what happened up there, but they sure as ever knew it was not fun. None of those in the dungeons had ever escaped the sound of tortured screams coming soon after.
But not for much longer. Black haired Michelle and brown eyed Dragona had a plan. A glint appeared in her bluish green eyes as a mischievous smile crept onto her face.

Friday, May 13, 2011

Miscellaneous pics!

These are photos from my trip and brother's graduation. :]
Randomly displayed.....
Although I probably WILL have a caption under each explaining it.... But I think you'll still be like... why did she post a picture of so-in-so? :P

Oooooo! A wooooorrrrm!

This was town we passed that got hit by a tornado 45 minutes away from the hotel we'd stayed in the night before.

Dozens of 18 wheelers down there and on the side of the road that had been thrown all about and practically shredded!

Ain't that perdy? :P 'Tis the morning after the bad weather we'd had the night before

Another picture of the sky! Yaaaaaay!

LOL An image on the wall at a Very interesting restaurant we went to called Cootie Brown's

My brother and all of his friends! Can you guess which one he is? :]

The graduates!

The amazing Sith Lords!

... Or perhaps they're from Hogwarts :P :D

The entrance to the Christmas Inn! [a special hotel in a special city called Pigeon Forge]

A fireplace inside our room! O.o Awesome-sauce!

The Statue of Burgers!!

Javachip frappuccino from Starbucks. Aw yeah! :P

And that is the end! A happy ending, I do believe! :P
What? You think there were too many pics??
Well, then you better be glad I didn't post all almost 200 of them! I take a lot of pictures...

Saturday, May 7, 2011

Fan-fiction part six

He laughed, but it wasn't a normal laugh you might hear anywhere. It was an awful laugh. Not one expressed out of humor. Rather, one expressed from the thought of certain terrible and horrible things to come. It sent shivers up and down Lizzy's back.
One simple laugh from this man, and she was terror-struck.

Israel cursed.
Skulduggery tilted his head slightly, ignoring him. "Well, hello there. Who might you be?" A cheerful, friendly tone was in his voice. Nothing like what Lizzy was feeling. She concentrated on that tone, trying to relax as Skulduggery seemed to be. It helped. She could stand without trembling now and her eyes were focusing again. Focusing on this white clad, yet evil man who was now standing but a few paces away and beginning to talk.
"I," he said with his strong and deep, dark voice. "Am the ultimate apostle to Dusk, the greatest vampire ever known in this universe."
"Ah, I see. Well, that's interesting.... You know, I've never actually heard of you..."
The man laughed. "Oh no, you wouldn't have. No human has ever seen me and lived to speak of it. You blood bags are ever so slow, and you're bones, they can be snapped so easily with this strength." His outstretched hand clenched as if he was imagining such a fun time at that very moment. Skulduggery's head tilted again. "Yes, I can see what you mean... I'm Skulduggery, by the way. What's your name?"
"Oh, I know who you are, detective." The man's head was leaned forward and his mouth was upturned in such an evil grin, Lizzy shuddered again and looked instead into his cruel black eyes, which, she had to admit, weren't a whole lot better.
"As for your question, my name is Mordoc."
"Just Mordoc? What is it with you vampires and just one name?" he shook his head sadly. "Anyway, it was truly nice speaking with you, but I'm afraid my comrades and I must depart. You know how it is, places to go, people to hit... Always so busy." Here, he sighed disappointedly. "Perhaps we can meet another time for tea! Wouldn't that be fun? Although, I don't drink tea, or anything for that matter.... and you probably would prefer the taste of some other... fluid... better. So maybe we just won't meet at all! How does that sound? Good? Good. Farewell!" He turned around to walk out, the others following suit. The vampires, of course, immediately blocked their path. Skulduggery could see that the sun was almost set outside.
Mordoc snarled, "Drop the act, detective. I abhor your snide remarks."
Lizzy looked at the two vampires standing in front of the door. Two men appearing to be about 25 in age. One with white blond hair and the other with brown. And they were both staring at Skulduggery and sweating. They'd heard of him. She glanced around at the others. All nervous. All on edge.
All about ready to leap on them and rip her friends' throats out with their bare hands if necessary.
Skulduggery shrugged, his hand moving quickly. "Very well. " and around he turned, gun aimed where Mordoc stood, but he was gone. The rest of the vampires' nerves snapped. They leaped, amazingly quick. Skulduggery spun again and shot the airborne vampire on his right between the eyes. It fell to the floor at his feet. Lizzy instinctively ducked just as a vampire's sharpened nails slashed at the space her face had been in. Mar-munk, still on her shoulders, tensed for a split second, then leaped with all her might onto the vampire who had just swung his curled claws at the wrong gal. Lizzy turned from them and searched for Israel. She saw him standing behind Skulduggery with his knife drawn. Skulduggery exchanged punches with the white blond haired vampire. Valkyrie, fighting the brown haired vampire, held a hand to her bleeding stomach and threw fire with the other one.
Where was Mordoc? He seemed to have disappeared. She backed into a corner and scanned the room quickly. Nothing. She knelt down, laying our her rifle case and snapping it open in a flash.


Israel cried out and stepped back, clutching his left arm with his right hand where the white haired foe had gashed it. Skulduggery lay still across the room from where he'd been thrown. Israel glared at the man, withdrew his bloody right hand and jumped forward with the knife. He slashed it, making a long, diagonal line of red appeared on the vampire's shirt. The vampire snarled with furry, reappraising his adversary.

Mar-munk chattered again, saying in her chipmunk dialogue, "Is that all you got, you weakling vampire? I could take on two, no, make that three of you at the same time! Ha! I bet your granny could fight better than you!" She cut his face and bit his shoulder, scurried between his grasping hands and dug her paws into his back as she slid down.


Valkyrie was having a bit of trouble with her brown haired assailant. She ducked as he swiped at her again, wincing with pain from the laceration across her belly. She swung a right hook, missing as the vampire maneuvered out of her reach. They circled each other, ignoring the chaos around them. Blood dripped from her wound.


Skulduggery moaned a bit, remembering where he was and what was happening as the sounds of battle came to him. He stood up. Then he saw Valkyrie and the blood on the ground around her feet. The vampire she was up against stepped forward, sending his fist in low. She dodged back and stumbled, her blood loss making her weak. She shook her head and tried to ignore it, but lost her feet as the vampire fell to the ground lightening fast and swung his leg into hers. Skulduggery ran toward the two of them, a ball of fire growing  in his palm.


Lizzy crouched in the shadows, rifle in hands. Her eyes roamed the rapidly dimming room. Where was he? She peered around a corner, eyes squinting. Nothing she could see, but it was so dark. She turned back, and there was Mordoc's horrible grinning face. She uttered a shout of surprise and went to step back, but his hands were on her neck. She didn't even see them move. He was so fast. She tried to breath but couldn't. "Stupid girl," he snarled in a low, hateful voice. Her gun fell from her grasp. "You thought you could face me with that little toy of yours?" She tried to kick him, but he just slammed her into the wall. "You puny, weak human.... You will gain strength and become one of mine."
Her face was strained. "N... no....!" She struggled uselessly.
His mouth stretched into a cruel smile before his fangs sank into her neck, tearing the flesh as he drank.


Skulduggery knocked the vampire back and caught a glimpse outside as the last rays of sunshine dipped below the horizon. He looked at his foe doubling over in pain. "Get to the car!" He yelled. Valkyrie nodded and ran out the door. Mar-munk and Israel spun around, searching for their missing companion. And that's when they saw Mordoc drop her to the floor in a heap, her neck torn, her eyes glassy. Mordoc clench his fists and grabbed a syringe from his coat, plunging into his arm. Skulduggery saw all of this too. Then Mordoc, muscles relaxing, looked up to stare with loathing at the skeleton detective. Skulduggery yelled, "Go now!" 
He gave Mordoc one last look before forcing the other two out of the building as all but Mordoc ripped their flesh off.