Like the Phoenix, I have risen from the ashes.
And into my fire, you shall fall.
It was warm for September in NewYork. The normal touch of crispness was absent from the air, even at 3am. The city itself was still awake, but just barely. Most of the bright lights were off, and would remain off untill 5. 'NewYork,' she thought, 'the only city in the world where dawn itself is controled by an electrician.' She smiled to herself. There was beauty here, almost a kind of magic in this time of night.
She shifted slightly, and felt the pressure on the palm of her hand equlize. The world looked odd upsidedown, she decided, so that the city became the sky. But then, it was an odd perch; 200 feet up precariously balanced on one hand, on the head of a stone gargoyle. She reached up with her free hand and grabbed both ankles, pulling them down so that her back arched, and her spine streached.
She pushed the images of the city away, untill all she saw in her mind was what she was doing now. She smiled, feeling a blanket of peace wrap around her, forcing her to relax,even as she balanced. Slowly, the noise around her dulled, untill the only thing she heard was the sound of her own heartbeat.
Not far away, on a high rooftop, four figures sparred. Katanas and Sai's flashed in the starlight, and the steady whirr of a bow staff and nunchuchs was constant.
But. . . TELL ME HOW AWESOME IT IS, OKAY? I really want to see that movie, but my parents insist on them going out on a date and watching it together while we stay at my grandma's house and watch reality tv shows. . . Eep.
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On a similar note, Today in english class, I was reading the book To Kill A Mockingbird When my friend Juliette took my book and colored the cover with highlighters! And then, she wrote "The Great and Powerful Cegan" in a really fancy style on the back! I am now only referred to as "The great and powerful Cegan" in school. I also have other nicknames like "Ceegs" or "Ceganator" and a lot more.
Ahh! I love storms!!! Mum lights a bunch of candles when the power goes out. It's nice.
Oh, and guess who got two needles and didn't have to call home for the first time??? THIS GUUURL!!! Now my Mum promised me a TMNT Donatello Flat Bill hat!!! YAY!
Wow, yeah, I guess thunderstorms can kinda be like a temper tantrum! It's been awfully cold around here for Philly, I was shivering during lacrosse practice today! Afterwards we had Whirled Peace, so it was okay. I had play practice afterwards until 6 because the play slam is on Saturday, my birthday! I'm finally turning 13! I'm also glad that my school is over in three weeks, but I have exams. Ugh. exams.
Ah...the rain.
In my area, it rains too much, but after a long season of harsh winter, rain is my friend. I live in an apartment on the second floor, and when it rains, I can look out my screen door and/or my windows and see a heavenly glow to the mist that comes as the rain begins. The clouds are like an artist's palette of gray, different shades blending into one another in a watery fashion. Silver drops cascade down in a slant, leaving pearly beads on every plant. I have to agree, the rain makes the green of everything more vivid. The air is fresh and even. The smell is crisp and clear. Lightning flashes ripple across the skies, followed by booms of thunder. On rare occasions, I witness the sun shining at the same time. This makes everything light up in a cosmic glow, a power only the universe can hold.
Did you know that the temperature of lightning is hotter than the surface of the sun?
I LOVE thunderstorms!!!!!!!!! The harsh pounding of the rain on the roof seems to lull me to sleep, while my eyes grow heavy from watching the airborne fire... *sighs* It's too bad that I live in my mothers basement... (I'm joking really, I just wanted to have my own room. I've had to share it with my 2 sisters.) Every time my mom or dad tell me there might be a storm, I basically call dibs on the couch. I like to watch Harry Potter movies when I wait for the storm to come. Anyways, storms are the best EVER!!!!!
I luv storms too! I especially luv that smell that thunderstorms get at night. Yknow that mud/rain/growing stuff/lightning smell? Yes, lightning has a smell. It smells like ozone! I wish they made a perfume that smelled like a storm, I would wear it!
Leo, Leo, Leo! Sometimes you need a good smack in the head! You aren't responsible for the world, even if you think so.
"Now I feel that the weight of the world is on my shoulders; What can you do when your good isn't good enough, and all that you touch tumbles down?"
Mister Man, you're right, the dark can be accepting, but it can also be shunning in some ways. If you don't fit in, or even if you're the slightest bit afraid of it, it will give you endless trouble whenever you stumble into its realm. I know that's how I feel, I'll never be completely comfortable in it. But rain is calming, and I like to stand in it and just see everything getting wet. Rain seems to wash away life's troubles, even for a little while, and it's also like a companion. If you stand in the rain and cry, no one will be able to notice. I like your scientific explanation, cario, it was well done! No wonder I fall asleep better in a thunderstorm, it blocks out every other noise I can't stand!
TheCritic1, it's already 90 degrees in your area??? You're so lucky! It's been nothing but cold sleet and rain for me, and the rain isn't even pretty, it's cold and ugly! And cold! Did I mention it was cold? I agree, thunderstorms are like God's tantrums. But they're also a display of endless power, so that's probably why we like seeing them so much! Mmm, the picture you described with the rain and the green and the copper, it's wonderful. I feel like I'm there watching it all happen, watching the wind blow the flowers and the rain patter on the roof.
Huh, it seems that we all love bringing out our inner poet for rain! It's very amusing to me! Weather is also a great topic for just letting your mind wander about it; it helps in relaxation. It's also a great technique for getting over writer's-block, and now I have bunches of ideas!!
Ugh. I only wish we had storms here. It isn't often, but when it comes, it's great. Around my area, we've already set up my friend's pool, and it been around 90 degrees. Our area is very dry so it feels like a giant oven.
I love Thunderstorms so much! I actually have to disagree with you though, Cariomario. I see thunderstorms (rather then graceful), as sort of a temper tantrum. The sky normally looks smooth and evenly colored, even with clouds that float around it, but in a thunderstorm, the clouds darken, the sky becomes a nice gray color, and the flashes of light spread around everywhere, with the sound of thunder following. Even something so wonderfully calm and collected and quiet can break into a screaming, kicking, mess. . . it's very humbling.
The storms here (when they come) are great. My front and back yard are very overgrown with ferns, and poppies and black eyed Susans (So many. . .) and lots of trees. Gray makes the green stand out even more then usual. Along with harsh rain (which is rare) . . . it's beautiful. The copper roof the courthouse stands out too. I love standing in the rain. It's all cold and dripping down your back and messing up your hair. It's fun!
Wow. I can't believe I had a rant that long for weather. Haha. Hahaha! HAHAHA! Oi. . .
I need to eat less sugar.
Yeah, I especially love thunderstorms at night! Even though night seems scary to some people, there's something to it that almost seems welcoming. It's like how most nocturnal animals aren't the cutest or nicest looking, but the darkness seems to accept them. You don't have to worry about how you look or how you act in the darkness, because it accepts you no matter what. As if the darkness was lonely because people were afraid of it. I also love thunderstorms because the thunder and lightning are really pretty. I went to Hershey Park yesterday with my school band, and it started thunder storming so we couldn't go on the roller coasters. It eventually turned into a downpour and my friend Emma (I sometimes call her Egga, but it's a long story) and I started talking about how thunderstorms are calming. First off, rain is calming because it releases negative ions into the air and takes out all of the pollen and dirt floating around. It also provides a white noise that blocks out all of the other annoying sounds. I love thunder and lightning because they seem beautiful. The lightning lights up the sky so gracefully in a flash, and the thunder comes rumbling after it.
This is the best fanfic EVER and I mean EVER. Please continue I love this story I read it for 2 hours straight it's 100% amazing. Can I have your adograph please?
*Icybird out*
you make me cry! WHY CHU MAKE ME CRY! (happy crying, 705 POSTS OMG)
THIS IS AMAAAAAAAZING! sorry I haven't been around, been drawing, school, homework, tumblr, but I'll be looking around, I'll have to get back into my normal fan-ficing so I don't know how I'll do with that, sooooo yeah. so I'll try to be around more often and CONGRATS MIKARAT! WHOOOOO
*CONFETTIE EVERYWHERE AND BIG COLORFUL LIGHTS AND CAKE AND MUSIC AND DANCING AND WHEEEEEEEEE*
It was stormy yesterday in my area, too, Chips the Great (that's just so awesome!). I loved it! Summer thunderstorms are my favorite, they're very much like freedom, you're right. That quote was from "Shadows of the Night" by Pat Benatar, I like it!
You're so good at suspense, I can't wait to see what happens with Phoenix's painting!!!
Maybe you're right, Scout, maybe I did set a record! That makes me feel all giddy
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Michelangelo went through his meditation and tai-chi alone, leaving Phoenix to work. He'd stolen in to check on her once. She was so absorbed in her painting that she hadn't noticed him in the doorway. She had been crying, he recalled, but it was like she didn't know she was. The tears running down her face had splashed into the paint on the pallet, mixing in as she used it. She just kept going, like an engraver with a hammer and chisel, giving life to the inanimate. He'd burned to know what she was creating, yet understood that she needed to do this alone.
'Why did I do that?' He asked himself. 'I don't have the right to tell anyone anything, but...' the anger touched him again, 'How can't she see how amazing she is?' Mike went out to the lani, sat on a flat rock next to the pool, and remembered their first conversation.
She had been as angry at him as he had just been at her. His mind raced at the idea, that neither of them understood how special they where.
Mikey stood abruptly, and went into the dojo. He dropped his nun-chucks on the padded bench that sat on one wall, and faced the 100 lb body bag that hung in the corner. He looked at it, brought his fists up, and smiled.
"Sorry dude, this is gonna hurt you a whole lot more than it'll hurt me!" Mike joked, and began pummeling the bag.
704 POSTS!!!!!! HAPPY DANCE!!! HAPPY DANCE!!! HAPPY DANCE!!!
GO, MIKARACAT!!!!
There should be an award or a badge for most popular author on the boards!
Hey, did you know that Acorn set a record for most comments received in one day?
I think she got, like, 50 or 40 comments in one day.
Scout .x
I have to get off in a minute, because it's storming out, and everyone keeps saying that my computer is going to fry or something...
Even so, I love it when there's a thunder storm. There's something liberating about all the flashes and rain and noise... it's like if freedom was weather, it would be that kind of storm.
Wow! I think I just got inspired! Will be posting a new part in the AM!
"Oh girl, it's a cold world, when you keep it all to yourself; You can't hide on the inside all the pain you've ever felt! "
I like that, "Chips the Great", it sounds royal almost! Hehe, and vikingly, TC1
Aw, I love the line, "Close proximity to you causes my brain to malfunction...", Mikaracat! It just made me laugh! I love this last chapter, I feel bad for Leo! Wow my goodness, HAPPY OVER 700 POSTS!!! I think this is definitely a first!!
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