Posts tagged creative
Posts tagged creative
I wish there was a movie in the theaters for My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. I think it would be cool to see those characters on the big screen in a longer story. Suddenly, a wild film appears! My Little Pony: Equestria Girls was released today in select theaters and I just so happen to be in range of one of those theaters. I only just recently became a Brony this year when I found MLP on Netflix instant play. I didn’t even watch it on my own, it took a live YouTube show of My Drunk Kitchen’s star Hannah Hart watching along with her fans to make me curious enough.
“Mr. Shakoto, I understand what you are asking but he is much too busy with extremely important company details at the moment to even communicate via video conference.” The Human Resources rep. for W.C.O. had been part of this uncomfortable call for an hour now. His face blatantly showed he was ready to just hang up, but Shakoto was a VIP to the company and he knew it.
“Kid, I don’t care if he is in the middle of triple by pass heart surgery, and you have to drag him into that room on a bed. GO. GET. DIRECTOR AION! NOW!” Shakoto was yelling with his gravelly voice, it sounded like it could scratch glass it was so sharp. The HR rep. looked down at his phone and then back up at the TV.
Warrior awakened in a state of haze and confusion as a tall man wearing all white stood over her. Her eyes, along with the rest of her body was exhausted from her fight with the brute Agent. The sun was reflected and intensified by the man’s white, metallic looking outfit.
“You… look… ridiculous…” Warrior just barely muffled with what energy she had left.
“And you look ready to go exploring in the Outback. Are you on a safari? No, of course not. You are out here killing my father’s army of idiotic clones.” Zytier bent down and intensely slapped Warrior across the face. His suit completely covered his body, including his hands, and was strangely chilly even in the intense desert sun.
"Where is Warrior?" Azizz was standing at the driver’s door of a large jeep parked on the opposite site of the rock pile the group had been standing on. He waited until the three of them had walked closer to his position and asked again. "Is Warrior coming? She’s still alive isn’t she? Who is the small boy?" Jesika was holding Agent 7c’s small hand as they climbed into the backseat of the vehicle.
"My weapon seemed to have had a run in with the law and she is rather spent from the ordeal. I suggest we drive around to pick her up. I put a lot of money into finding her, I wouldn’t want to lose my investment." Shakoto climbed into the passager’s seat and glanced back at his sister. She was playing with a small game device as the child lay asleep atop her sweaty cleavage, but the child didn’t seem to mind. Jesika looked up and smiled at her brother, he smiled weakly in return, as Azizz climbed into his seat and began to drive around the large rock pillar.
A tall, thin man sat quietly in the dark; only the low picks of a guitar echoed from his ear phones. His music was much louder than it needed to be in order to hear music so close to his ears. It must have been a good song as he slowly blobbed his head to the bass he didn’t hear the man in a suit call for him from the door way.
"ZYTIER!" The man from the door way yelled again and Zytier slowly opened his eyes. His glowing blue eyes illuminated the dark room; tears fell from his blue eyes as he looked up. "YOU ARE WANTED ON THE BRIDGE!" The man yelled from the door way before walking away while throwing his arms upwards in frustration.
Zytier slowly stood up and adjusted his uniform before heading to the bridge; music still blasting loudly from his ear phones.
I’m on my way back to the campus; the computer lab to be exact. In my possession I have my little netbook and jump drive containing a movie I wouldn’t normally spend time watching. My iPod comes in range of the wireless and connects with a happy ringtone alerting me I’ve a text message. I make a tiny wish and hope it is from who I think it is.
“omw back to campus, finished with my sister’s hair.” I read Lisa’s text over twice as I sat on the floor of the computer lab. I was playing with the lab’s audio system for the projector. It at one point was working but stopped after the new projector was installed by a pair of monkeys. I knew where the problem was already and was working on plans B and C; I just didn’t feel like getting up yet. I was sitting comfortably as I thought about Lisa. I was remembering this morning in the library, our kiss or should I say, kisses. No matter how much I got of her it was never enough, but when I was with her it was always the perfect amount. This confused me and I stood up. This is only two friends watching a movie, I kept telling myself.
It’s my typical nerdy Friday. Take the bus to the campus at 7am, drag my sleepy body to the library. Walk passed the Starbucks and remember why I don’t drink coffee from the scents that my nose ingest.
My memory fades so quickly nowadays. I remember this day starting as normal as ever, but ending extraordinary. Lisa and I had been texting back and fourth now for only a few weeks. I had already confessed to her that I was falling in love. She never exactly backed off from my romantic advances and we had already had our first kiss, in the campus library. I don’t remember how it came about but we decided to meet up in the library, as per usual. I remember telling her I was reading a book before a class and she wanted to study near me before her next class.
The day is Christmas Eve, Eve and I’ve driven to school with my mother’s/my car. I’m at the Arizona State University campus and I’m waiting for someone. Someone that happens to be the most amazing girl I’ve known. A beautiful girl, so easy to talk too it makes me wonder how many men have fallen in love with her before. This is the very same girl who will come to hate me beyond the limit of words are capable of describing. I text her i’m on campus and she replies with what reads as an excited busy mind.
"you are too early, what were you thinking!" I smile as I read her text. I sit comfortably outside, in the breezy winter cold, and think for a moment before replying.
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