Saturday, November 27, 2010

Oh, the Dreadful Factors of Life and Death!

Today, I hereby present to you a story about two strange characters who travel together by land and sea.  You see, their names are Hermione Kirkamm and Zxero.  They have been friends ever since they could remember.
          Hermione was an action figure, see, and she had the ears of a cat.  She was almost just like the Hermione from the Harry Potter movies, except for the fact that she was and action figure only about four inches tall.  She was kind and adventurous.  She was always wanting to travel somewhere and get herself into danger.
          Zxero, on the other hand, was clever, dreadfully lazy, and always complaining about something.  But when it came to life-and-death situations, though, Zxero would always somehow cleverly save Hermione's life, even if it seemed like Zxero had betrayed you at the very last minute.  It would always find some way of saving your life.
          Thankfully, today wasn't a day about life-and-death situations.  "Oh!  You must go on without me!"  One would say.  "Oh!  Your life is more important than mine!"  Blah blah blah.  "Oh!  If you die, I'll die with you!"  And so on, and so forth.  The more Hermione thought about it, life-and-death situations were getting quite old.  They always happened the same, by two or more people saying to each other that they would either die with each other, or sacrifice themselves for each other.  That kind of situation made Hermione sick to her stomach.  Zxero was even worse at handling those situations.  It always went berserk whenever it saw them happen on TV or in movies.

Hermione was dedicating today to mend a broom stick she had broken about a week ago.  She was annoyed, and had locked herself up in a cabin on the one-man ship she had received from a pirate-gypsy in the east port of Midren Island.  She was randomly humming to herself as Zxero flung itself against the cabin door outside.
"Zxero wants to be let innnnn!" it whined.
Hermione rolled her eyes and continued to fiddle with her broom.
"Later," she groaned.  "I am busy at the moment, and I do not wish to have a gurgling, gaging dragon circling my head all day!"
"But Zxero no want to circle head!  It wants to EAT!" Zxero hissed.  "Zxero want FOOD!"
Hermione rolled her eyes again and said, "OK, fine, but under one condition.  NO SLOBBERING!"
Of course, Zxero had to talk back.
"But Zxero isn't a dog!  Zxero don't SLOBBER!" it wailed, crashing itself into the door again with a hysterical oof. Hermione opened the cabin door and found Zxero laying on the deck with glittery eyes and its tongue lolling out.
"Come on," she said.  "Let's not be puppy-acting now, get in here!"
Zxero shook its head.  "But YOU said Zxero couldn't come in."
Hermione turned red.
"Do you want food or not!?" she huffed.  "Because I'm trying to fix a broom, and you're not doing a  THING!"
"But you don't NEED to do that much work to fix a broom, Hermione.  You have powers," Zxero said.
When Hermione heard this, she slapped her hand to her forehead.
"Ugh.  How can I forget such a thing," she said.  "You do have a point."
She looked down at Zxero.  It was now perched on its hind legs, head cocked, and staring straight into her eyes.
"Get in," Hermione said.  "Before I change my mind."
Zxero rushed in and zoomed around in circles about fifteen times before it finally slumped onto the table where lay three pieces of sausage and some toast.  Zxero began ravenously eating as Hermione watched.  She thought of something to say, but Zxero began to speak first.
"Zxero wanna go on adventure," it said.  "Zxero is bored..."
Hermione rolled her eyes and said, "You're always bored.  Maybe I should throw you in the ocean, and you can have an adventure there."
Zxero moaned.  It gobbled up the last of the sausage, and headed out the cabin door.  Hermione followed.  The two of them started to see a silhouette of land off in the far distance.
"Land ho I say!" Zxero cried with joy.  "There's a start some adventure!"
Hermione couldn't help but smile as she stared at the land ahead.  "Indeed," she whispered.  "Maybe we can find some secret society here, or some treasure, or maybe a new animal species."
"Sounds DIVIIIIINE..." Zxero said excitedly.  "Let's anchor the boat 'n boost the-- the-- the BROOM!"
"The broom doesn't like flying over the sea," said Hermione
"The DEEP sea!" Zxero snapped.  "Not the shallow sea.  Unless you want to swim, I wouldn't mind."
          Hermione ran down back to the cabin and grabbed her broken broom.  She held the two parts together and closed her eyes.  She began to chant something, and the area where the broom had snapped in half began to glow.  The two halves mended together and formed a very new-looking broom.  She ran back up to the deck, finally, where Zxero was impatiently waiting.
"Come on," it said.  It opened it's big feathery wings and took off with one single beat.  Hermione put her leg over the broom and took off as well.  When the two were high above the land, they saw that it was smaller than they thought.
"I don't think this is 'land,' Zxero.  This is the island of the castaways.  This is waaayyyyy too dangerous," Hermione said uneasily.
Zxero wasn't listening, and it dove down until it disappeared under the trees.  Hermione followed after it.
"Come on," she said.  "You're kidding me, right?"
Zxero landed on the ground with a thump, and it spattered a bunch of dirt on Hermione's face when she landed.  Zxero began to scavenge around for something.
"Great.  Now what are you doing?" Hermione smirked.
"Searching for-- for-- for treasure!" Zxero said.  "There's got to be some around.  Heh.  Zxero need 'em treasures."
Zxero sniffed around as Hermione cautiously followed.
"And where will you find it exactly?" Hermione asked, folding her arms over her chest.
"What kind of a question it that?" said Zxero.  "Wherever Zxero's nose takes it, of course!  Heh.  Maybe it's in this cave."
Hermione spotted the cave that Zxero had mentioned.  She tightened up a bit.  "You're saying we're going in THERE?" she said.  "You're kidding me!  The undead castaways live there!  I read it in a book."
"Well, of COURSE." Zxero snapped.  "Zxero thought you liked this kind of stuff.  Besides, there might be TREASURE!"
Hermione rolled her eyes again.  She didn't say a word, and she followed Zxero into the cave with her broom in her hand at the ready.
          The two slowly started down the cave.  They looked back every once and a while to make sure the cave entrance didn't close up on them.  But when the cave entrance was out of sight, they kept their eyes straight ahead, looking around every once in a while to make sure there was no danger.  There was a sudden clatter deep in the cave, and voices arose from far ahead.  Hermione stopped in her tracks.
"Come on.  As long as we're silent, those undead castaways won't notice us," Zxero growled.
Hermione shrugged and tightened her grip on her broom.  The two steadily walked ahead as the voices got louder, and the tunnel grew wider.  They began to see torches upon the walls of the cave, and there was a distant sound of drums in the background.  Both Hermione and Zxero began to worry.  Zxero began to complain as usual.
"Zxero is scared," Zxero moaned.
"Then how about you go back, and I go check out what's happening," Hermione said.
"But Zxero thought you said you didn't want to go in the cave," Zxero said.
Hermione said, "Well, I changed my mind.  Got a problem?  Go talk to the undead yourself!"
Zxero stuck out its big tongue and gave Hermione a fat raspberry.  The two continued along the cave together and were totally silent.
          The sound of drums in the cave got louder and louder, and finally, Hermione and Zxero could see a big opening where there was fire and chanting
"Let's get closer," she said.  "I want to see what's happening."
Zxero moaned and complained and pulled at Hermione's shirt, pulling her back, but Hermione pulled away from the dragon's grip.  She scrambled up to the edge and looked over, keeping low and steady.  She gasped at the sight that stood before her.  There was a big pit of fire in the ground, and a bunch of undead castaways chanting something.  There was a castaway standing on a plank over the fire pit.  He looked like he was still alive and about to be sacrificed.  Hermione winced and she turned to Zxero who was crouched low on the ground.
"Come here you pitiful dragon.  There's a guy about to be sacrificed to the fire goddess, and he's going to become one of them," Hermione said.
Zxero slithered over to where Hermione was crouched.  It looked over the edge and its eyes widened.  Hermione began to lean over the edge, and when Zxero jolted, she lost her balance.  She realized that she wasn't in much of a good situation, and she shrieked as she saw that she was FALLING!
"Zxero!" she screamed.
A bunch of undead castaways drew their attention to Hermione who landed on the rocky ground with a thump.  Zxero came after Hermione and landed in front of her.  The castaways immediately surrounded her, hooting and hollering, but one of the castaways stepped forward and silenced them.  He looked like the leader of the undead castaways.  The leader stood and stared at Hermione and Zxero with mean little eyes.  Hermione and Zxero waited impatiently for the leader's next move.  Hermione held the broom tight in her hand, ready for an attack.  Finally the leader began to speak in a different language.
"The language of the dead!" Zxero exclaimed.  "Zxero like to speak that language!"
"Then do you know what they're saying?" Hermione said worried.  "We need to eascape!"
"They're saying that they're going to sacrifice us," Zxero said calmly.  "But we're gonna own them before they can do that!"
Hermione gasped.  "Nuh-uh!  I'm not gonna be sacrificed for some fire goddess," she exclaimed.  "Now,  let's run in five......  four......  three........  two........"
Zxero and Hermione prepared themselves to fly.
"One!" Hermione said.
The two flew off as quick as they could.  Unfortunately, they were caught by the feet as they rose up to the sky.  They were dragged down by a bunch of undead castaways, and now there was no hope in escaping.  Hermione thought of the first thing that came to her mind.  She quickly grabbed her broom and held it to the sky.  There was a flash of blue light, and the broom shape shifted into a sword.  Hermione held the sword high up in the sky.

She swung it around her head with ease, and chopped about five undead castaways in half.  The guy who was about to be sacrificed, but got distracted because Hermione accidentally fell at the right time, was running towards Hermione and Zxero.  Her strangled one of the undead and took a sword from its hand.  He ran over and spoke.
"Hermione Kirkamm, isn't it?" he said, panting.  "I've come to help."
"I can see that," Hermione said.  "And who are you?"
"No time," said the young man.
He and Hermione fought back to back, and Hermione felt a little awkward being around him.
          MEANWHILE...  Zxero was going berserk again, and having quite a bit of trouble maneuvering around all these undead castaways.  It stole a sword from one of the castaways and attempted to slice it in half.  Unfortunately, Zxero had happened to grab the heaviest sword around.  

The sword was about as long as Zxero itself, and when it tried to fly up and stab someone, the weight of the sword pulled it down.  But fortunately for Zxero, it immediately flew back up, high above the crowd of undead, and made its way over towards Hermione and the young man.
"You must escape.  Zxero wants to be sacrificed.  Zxero will distract the undead while you escape," Zxero called.
"No!" Hermione screamed.  "You must escape!  I'll fend them off, and you two GO."
Just then, Hermione realized that she was acting like the people in the movies about life-and-death situations.  She immediately shut her mouth.
"Okay, never mind.  Zxero can do it."
"But Zxero don't want to!" it complained.
"Then why'd you say you would do it then!?" Hermione exclaimed.
          Meanwhile, the cave had been disturbed by the stirring of undead, and the hole of fire began to spread, and a bunch of undead fell into the fire.  Some of them were running away into the little caves that shot off from the main cave.  Zxero, Hermione, and the young man were still quarreling about whose life meant more, and all that other stuff.  They were oblivious to the fact that all the undead castaways had disappeared.  When they had finished quarreling, they noticed that the cave was empty.  Hermione cocked her eyebrows, then said, "What just happened?"
"You FAILED," Zxero said.

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

"Time's a tale that can't be told, but is only something been through, is being through, and will be through."

"Pick up your mind and run."

"Freedom we hold in our hearts to wander."

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Magic's Tail- a new trilogy storyline

When Haidi Byrd comes to Magic's Tail Skoo as a wizard of Balance and Time, she finds three new friends.  She and two of her friends, Mira Lyitte, and Griffin Lyitte begin to notice strange things happening within the "Great Kingdom," a galaxy created by wizards who wanted to escape from the planet, Zanthe.  They notice that light and dark are beginning to stir, and unnatural things occur in the Great Kingdom.
          Meanwhile, Rowan Blade is a wanderer in the skoo, and mostly likes to stay isolated, but she meets a dragon called Zxero, who helps her with magic.  Rowan writes books about occurrences in the Great Kingdom.  She makes them up herself, but she doesn't know that the things she writes come to life.  Maybe imagination is the most powerful magic in the wizard's world...  

Monday, November 15, 2010


Merp merp merp merp MERRRRRP!!!!  Merp merp merp merp MEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRP!!!!!!!   Merp merp merp merp MERRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(and the choir fades out)

Saturday, November 13, 2010

My Greatest Pet Peeve

I can tell she thinks she's special
And I sense it through my mind.
I do not speak when she speaks
For I know she thinks she's "wise."
She doesn't think like the others
For that's why she is what she is.
You may think I'm complaining
But go ahead and think again.
I am my own pet peeve
And I hate it when I am.
I do not speak to others
For I know I will say something "wise" in return.
So think again of other people
I know that for a fact.
And even if you do care for others
That doesn't mean everyone is the same
While you are different.
I was put through that test...

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Aye, Wonderfulness


During the autumn, Serenity, a humble scrub jay living in the countryside loved to nestle up beside the leftover fire pits the people had left to run down.  She loved to feed upon the roasted peanuts left out as bird food.  She would take the peanuts one by one, and bring them over to the fire as it died away into the cold, crisp afternoon.  Serenity loved to watch the gold and orange leaves peacefully fall to the ground.  The forest was silent.  It was so silent, you could hear the leaves drop.  You could hear the slightest winds scanning the tops of the trees.  The afternoon was dark, and the warm yellow lights shown through the windows of the small houses.  You could smell the leaves and a distant scent of baking pumpkin bread.
          Serenity had put down a piece of freshly baked bread she had been offered by a kind baker in a small town a mile away.  She buffed her feathers and rested beside a pit that was still burning with a large flame.  It was a wonderful night.  There were piles of leaves upon the floor where the people jumped and the birds rummaged.  Serenity felt a crisp autumn breeze upon her feathers.  Winter was definitely on its way.  She nipped at the piece of bread beside her and felt contented enough.  She had eaten her fair share for the day.  Tomorrow, she could looked forward to collecting her harvest and store it underground.
          The last of the sun was setting, and smoke from a chimney rose and slightly curved with the wind.
'Tis about time to go back to the forest, Serenity thought.  She opened her wings and fluttered, then settled back down to pick up the bread.  She picked it up and flew off.

The cold night had passed by quickly, though the nights were quite long in the fall.  Serenity was up bright and early, and she had already begun her harvesting.  She decided to go down to the brown house where an elderly woman distributed bread to the birds.  She was especially kind to Serenity.  Humans always had likes and dislikes for certain things.  Serenity didn't care.  She lived on her life as it went.
          She flitted down until she stood on an old rail.  There were garlic braids around the rail, and there were some pots of flowers mounted atop the deck.  Orange leaves were scattered about the deck.  A black cat was sitting at the window, observing the little birds that fed from the bird feeder.  The cat spotted Serenity, and came out to meet her.
"I ssssee you have come again," the old cat hissed.
Serenity nodded.  She looked around to see where there was any food.
"Come innnn..." the cat continued.
Serenity followed the old cat in through the cat door and into the kitchen.  There was a warming smell of baked garlic and veggie soup.  Serenity took a whiff of it and longed for some more harvest.  The cat led her to a bowl of fine roasted peanuts.  Beside the bowl was a tiny slice of leftover pumpkin bread.  Serenity took the bread and found a tiny handkerchief on the counter.  She grabbed as many peanuts as she could carry in the handkerchief and wrapped them inside.  She took the bag and the bread and thanked the old cat who purred with affection.
"Get along ye with ol' winter to come, I say, I say.  'Tis almost upon us.  Ye living in the forest is perrrfectly fine, indeed, but fall ain't a season t' waste.  Heed yer witherin,' and go along, now.  I'll be waitin' fer ye t' come fer the next harrrrvest..." 
And so Serenity nodded and took off through the cat door and saved her stash of food for the winter.  The last of the leaves fell, and the first flake of snow was upon them.

Wednesday, November 10, 2010


"The wisest ones stay silent. The more silent, the more they hear, and the more they know."

"The ones with minds think of life, while the ones 'without' just live it."

"Whatever happens, happens. Yet it also doesn't happen."

"No need to give advice when ones learn for themselves."

"Even when one falls, it either stays with gravity, or gets back up, though both things done are pretty much the same."

Memories of the East Autumn


I like to stare at the falling orange leaves.
They peacefully glide to the ground
And I hear them touch the ground
For it is so silent.
I love to watch the migrating birds fly by.
They fill me with joy and sorrow
For they must leave until next year.
I cry 
And I know I will miss autumn.
But I also know that each season is special to me.
The wonderful whiteness of winter.
The plentiful flora of spring.
The beautiful green of the summer.
The chilling winds of autumn.
And each season fills me with happiness.
The last of the birds fly by
And I curl up by the fire.
The maple tree sheds its last leaves
And I smile.
The tree isn't there to just give shade.
It is there
Like everything else on Earth.
The west is almost season-less, unemotional.
But the east is filled with color
And filled with emotion.
I miss the autumn
And so it warms me
to think that it is
Forever by my side.

Monday, November 8, 2010

 I ran and I could not stop, yet my heart longed to rest and rest forever more.  My feet continued to run by instinct, but my mind longed to have my soul be released from my body forever.  The little light of the rising sun crept up behind me.  My heart pounded, and my soul longed to be free from me forever.  I finally turned around and glanced at the first peak of sun.  I was ready for the death of me.  The goddess of the sun would take my life and my soul would be at peace.  I saw the little flicker hope that somehow kept me living, but I avoided it.
"I shall die knowing I avoided hope, and that it only dies with me, but continues to live with other people."
Hope fought and struggled.  It ripped and screamed as Death only laughed.  I parted Hope and sided death.
"You have a life to live!" screamed Hope.  "Yet you waste me away and take sides with death!"
I only stared ahead at the sun as Hope appeared before me.  Her eyes twinkled like stars.
"I am still here," she said.  "Don't betray me now."
But Death had taken form of the sun.  He rose, and would only rise higher.  Shadow, in which I had loved so began to disappear.
"You have chosen, little one, and I do not try to stop you from your choices.  But you will die anyway when you do grow old,"
My mind fluttered with thought.  I did not want to think.  My instincts made me continue to live, yet they would also make me die in the end.  My tears rushed down my face as I decided wether to live or not.  My instincts thrashed at me and cried as they longed to keep my soul inside me.  But then, my mind kept thinking about complicated philosophies.  It trampled the instincts and tried to push my soul out.  My heart thumped as the sun edged closer and closer to me.  I closed my eyes and saw Hope battling Death.  The sun would kill me and I was going to lose the soul within.  My instincts fought hard, and took my heart on a rush, as my mind pushed hard to free me from myself.
Then everything went silent.
I opened my eyes and saw Nothing and Everything.  They were there.  They were me, and I rushed to them.  They became my mind, my body, and my soul, and I reached out to them.  Now I figured out slowly that many things made up my life.  I took both Hope and Death from my mind and became the Nothingness itself.  I took the emotions out of me, then I awakened.  I awakened within Death.  I had gone with what happened, neither accepting nor not accepting.  And whatever happened, happened, and I nor anybody else used their senses to see it.

"To accept or not accept..."

Sunday, November 7, 2010

To Observe Rather than be Reason

The raven perches and stares

As the social ones quarrel.

I see their emotions build

As they try to be the voice of reason.

But the raven only watches

And I see how they try to win by words.

So their powers are dead

And they cancel out each other.

The voice of reason 

It comes to speak

To speak of its perspective

While others have their own.

But I, the raven only watches

While others figure out on their own.

Saturday, November 6, 2010

The Zaeren Ascending: ch2

Two zaerens
had traveled for miles, about a mile per hour, and sixteen hours a day.  They hadn’t gotten nearly enough rest as they expected, for they were too worked up about finding a new home.  It was nighttime now, and they were quarrelling about the last berries of the season.  One of the zaerens, Yin, who represented the dark side, was watching over her sister, Yang, as she collected the last of the blue berries.  Yang had almost dropped a berry, and Yin told her to wash it.  Yang had told her that she most certainly had not dropped it, and that the berries did not need washing.  Yin spoke back and said that the berries had been there for a long time, and they would never know what could’ve happened to them.  That was when they had weird thoughts that the berries could’ve been urinated on in the past.  (Certainly something zaerens couldn’t care less about, though Yin and Yang were obsessive).
         When the two zaerens were too tired to fight anymore, they travelled on in silence, as the crickets called, and the night birds were doing their own duties.  Yang had begun to worry.
“I have a feeling that the universes are aligned.  My stomach is edgy,” she said.
“Nay!” Said Yin.  “You are crazy to believe in that ‘Kali’ stuff.  Those are children’s myths.  Besides, the universes wouldn’t be aligned, because they are supposed to be aligned in two months.  Maybe you’re just scared of the dark.  Oooh…”
Yang gave her sister a disgusted glare and went on ahead of her, groaning to herself.  “You know I’m not scared of the dark,” she said.  “It’s you that I’m scared of!”
Her tone was of a tease, and Yin could see that.
         The two continued to fly side by side in dead silence.  Up ahead, there was a strange light, flickering through the trees.  The two became curious almost immediately.  They approached the light.
“It’s probably just some people camping,” Yin said, not really caring as much as Yang did.
“Let’s check it out anyway,” Yang said.
Yin finally agreed, and the sisters peered from behind the trees into a clearing.  Within the clearing, there was a bunch of zaerens celebrating a festival.  They seemed to be chanting something.
Gone with Ameil.
Ameil is gone.
Bring back light ‘cause the time has come.
Go Zerothea and Maraysia!
“Ameil is dead!” the zaerens cried with joy.
         Yin and Yang seemed to both feel a surge of joy, and they also cried with joy.  They jumped from their hiding spots behind the trees.  The other zaerens looked of shock when they saw the newcomers pop out from among the trees.  The music halted, and everyone stopped dancing.  Eyes flew to the two travelers.  Yang became a little scared, and she cowered until she was crouched behind her sister.  Her sister was standing tall.  She swore to her sister that she would protect her.
         One of the zaerens stepped out from amongst the crowd.  She wore a large red dress.  Above it was a green tunic.  On her head, there was a big white crown with a yellow bud inside.  Her expression was kind and welcoming.
“Welcome, newcomers, to the land of Zerothea,” she said.
Yin and Yang glanced at each other.
“My name is Hermione, the life zaeren.  I welcome you here.”
Yang crept out of her hiding place behind her sister.  The two stared at each other, then looked to the crowd of zaerens.  They were a little timid.  Hermione slightly smiled.
“I’m quite sorry.  I came out a little too strong.  Forgive me,” she said.
“It’s--- it’s fine,” Yang stammered.  “I have come with my sister from a far away land.  My name is Yang, the light zaeren, and my sister is Yin, the dark zaeren.”
The other zaerens began to mumble.  Never had they seen a light and dark zaeren.  There had only been zaerens that represented their home planet.  Not something beyond their planet.
Hermione gave a little smile and said, “Tonight, we are having a celebration because of Ameil’s death.  She was terrifying to the zaerens of this world, and we have finally gotten rid of her.”
Yin and Yang nodded almost helplessly.  “We heard,” they said.  “The zaerens of our land kept reporting that two unknown lands fought off Ameil and killed her.”
Hermione nodded, too.  “Yes.  The lands of Zerothea and Maraysia helped to fight her off.  We are relieved.  Would you like to stay here for a while?  Hawthorne Forest can be quite dangerous at night.”
Yin and Yang were grateful, and they nodded happily.  “In fact,” said Yang.  “Could we live here?”
Hermione looked to the group of zaerens who were waiting impatiently.  She finally turned back to the sisters and nodded with agreement.
         As the sisters walked into their new home, they were greeted by the other zaerens.  Everyone talked about their lives, and showed the sisters around the territory within Zerothea.  Hermione turned from the crowd to the sky and smiled.
It’s wonderful to have zaerens come to this land.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

The Zaeren Ascending: ch1

The reason why where living
is because--- We’re living.  It is because we are being; yet we’re not here at all.  It is because of many things, yet nothing at all.  There is a reason why everything is here and there, yet there is also no reason.  It is how the ones with a brain perceive life, is what makes up what life “truly” is.
            You look out a window and you see life.  You see the trees, grass, mountains, city, sky, and so on.  You may think that everything was created by god, or just happened to be there.  Both of those opinions are as true as anything--- for that’s life perceived in your own way.
            But in this story, this is about the “other dimension” of two writers from the real world in the form of “The Wandering One.” In this little part of the other dimension, (which, by the way is made up of all imaginations of all living things with brains) there are such things as “zaerens.”
Zaerens are the ones who are made up of the things you see, the trees, grass, mountains, city, sky, and so on.  They are like faeries, but also like gods, for powers come easily to them.  They aren’t necessarily little people with wings, for they are all the things you see in your life.  The zaerens are made up of life itself.  In the form of a person, though, they are made up of a soul and nothing more than that.  They are pretty much like the gods of my other dimension, for they are made up of whatever they represent, but instead of being made up of nothingness, they are made of a soul that is made up of nothingness.  (Quite confusing it is).
 But as you get to know the story, you will think more.  You will begin to understand the ways of my “other dimension,” and if you ever wrote a book in your life, I will read and begin to understand your other dimension, for the whole other dimension of reality is made up of all imaginations.
And so I finish this short chapter to say that however you perceive life, is what the zaerens are.  What are zaerens?  Make up your mind and you’ll see.

Monday, November 1, 2010


What is and isn't.
Minds are limited.
What is around
Not of meanings
Just of things passed
And are.