OMG! I'm still here

[RisingPhoenix]

Hi everyone! Its been a minute. I am still alive though. I have actually been too depressed too write. What! Not me! I usually only write when I am severely depressed. But to not even feel like raising my arms to put them upon the keyboard...sheesh... But I finally got it together and found a little piece of work I had fiddled with before the story "Extraordinary People". That was a school assignment that I had and some of my friends thought I should keep it going. This story has more holes then a little bit but I am a weird and crazy gal and I always imagine the impossible. Try to really explain beaming Scotty up. Then question me about my holes in my story. Lol! Still I want to try to fill in as many as possible. I mean writing although my therapy is still all about the reader right? Dare I have someone losing sleep wondering how something in my story happened when it is impossible even in fantastic fantasy? I still believe all things are possible but that's just me. I am still holding out hope for an alien abduction minus the anal probe. But OMG! I'm still here and I would probably have to be outdoor at night for them to find me. I think the next things I will treat myself to is a tent, a crate of off, smores makings, and a loooong extension cord. I mean I need some place to plug in my cell phone and laptop so I can watch Fringe while I wait for my alien abductors. All right I am posting "Extraordinary People" a bit raw because I want to feel as if I have been doing something. As aforementioned, I found another file called "Birth of the Phoenix" and I simply added the top of that story to "Extraordinary People" and it is raw but it is a work in progress. Although my son and I came up with EP together he has not been doing much in the way of helping besides continuously playing Black Ops II. Yay! Zombie Apocalypse...I'll be watching from a UFO, but yay! Write On! Much love. Read my story ask questions to help me fill in holes. Just asking questions will helps. I'm out!

[The Muse]

WOO HOOO!! Phoenix is BACK!!
*runs off to read the story*

[Omen]

The Phoenix has risen again!!! She's back... She's back... She's back... YEA!!! And even better... she's depressed!! That means good stories and great poetry!!! I'm gonna get her a black light, dark shades, stink candles, and a miserable wet, Mongolian sloth for Christmas. After all that, she'll be ready to write a novel.

We luv you, Phoenix!!! Keep-on rising girl... the sun needs some competition every now-and-then.

-Omen

[RisingPhoenix]

Thank you both so much. I'm in my hometown and we have all seen how the movies go when you are in your hometown again after many years. *screams in misery* At least in the movies there's romance there is none in my drama. Yes I said drama. The best part about everything was last night. My no nonsense father sat and listened while I read the story to my son. I was about to stop but he said keep going. My dad loved my story and that has been the best thing that has happened in the 30 days I have been in my parents house. Oh I didn't mention..my house wasn't ready so I had to shack up with the folks! Kid sister and I are going through the sibling rivalry. Her boyfriend is an idiot and came to in the wrong way. I was loyal to my sister but she forgave him and now I'm the one left out in the cold. Even the step mother is hating on me. Yeah you'll see plenty of writing. I need my escape! Love you guys. I'll be waiting for my sloth Omen. I heard they like to get kinky. Lol! Please Muse help with the sloth picking because I need a really kinky brown sloth. And maybe go back in time and get me Edgar Allen Poe's raven so I can ask him why he's like a writing desk. That will be the perfect writing conditions yeah. All I would need is that half horse man from Percy Jackson. No not the satyr but the other one. Sheesh...its early my mind is racing but not fast enough. Lol! Oh not depressed though more manic than depressed. I'm going from one extreme to the other. Dangerous!

[The Muse]

*giggles at Phoenix*

You are going to be just fine, JUST FINE!!!

[Omen]

Noooo.... why-oh-why would you tell her that?!? Tell her she's doomed!! Tell her the darkness is coming. You can't let the easiness of a good day have its way with her... Nooooo!!!

Look, Miss Phoenix, I looked into the sky yesterday and saw global warming coming at us. Soon, the skies will be dark, and hope will be lost. Uh... There's no reason to go around laffin' and smiling, because... uh, uhm... things are bleak.

There will be a nuclear war, the last Mongolian sloth will get radiation poison, er, uh... chickens won't be edible and cows will grow a second head. Video games will evolve into a 'holodeck' and our next generation of children will be lost in a catatonic state, stuck in the virtual world of Super Mario!!

You can't have hope!!
You can un-depress!!

We need your STORIES!!! sniff-sniff... it ain't right, I tell ya'... sniff, it just ain't right!!

In the end... there will be me and the cock roaches. No one will love me, no one will care. Come join me in the land with no sun and let us kill bugs forever!!!

DEATH to COCKROACHES and forward into misery!!!

-Omen

[The Muse]

*wings a boomerang shoe at the back of Omens head.*


Omen....don't make me hurt you. -.-

[RisingPhoenix]

Nooooo there can't be darkness because my flames burn bright Omen. Lol! *shoots flames at cockroaches* die you dirty @*&%$! *clears throat* so as I was saying lol! I have two more weeks of agony to finish up on the short story/possible novel lol! I think I can come up with something. The tension in the house is as thick as the fog in horror movie. I am off my mood stabilizers and I could go just about either way at the moment. Could go up but we need up not down. I'm heading to the dangerzone but as long as I'm writing I'm safe. But you had better save my sloth. Ain't nothin doin without the sloth. Those things are kinky kinky. Lol! Muse I want to see what that boomerrang shoe looks like... when its not in motion though. Lol!

[The Muse]

its all in the wrist my dear...all in the wrist.

[Omen]

Sooo... what's happening in the world of the Phoenix? How are things in your new dwelling? I was up in the trees visiting some of my sloth friends and I told them about your situation. One of them wouldn't stop talking about you. He wanted to know more about you and I told him that you were a poet and available.

He got excited.

You don't have to worry, though he's one of my closest friend. He has sleek, short, brown fur, with beige highlights, and deep brown eyes. His name is Lee Thargic, but we call him 'Molasses'. he wanted to contact you, but I didn't have your email address.

Don't sweat it, though... he types with one claw.

I read some of your poems to him, when we were hanging out and he said that you were talented (I already knew this). Now he crawls around with stars in his eyes on the upper branches while sucking on fruit.

He tried to write some poems of his own, but for some reason they all ended up being one-sentence poems. I mean, at first I thought they were Haikus, but after some careful study... uhm... they're definitely one-sentence... uh... non-rhyming... fragment... poems... maybe...er... possibly.

I told him about global-warming, nuclear war, and all of the doom coming, but he wouldn't listen me. He just sat up there on that third branch talking about his little Phoenix. I discovered that I created a monster.

Last week, I saw him grease up his hair and clip his whiskers. He said that he was going on an adventure to find you and something about destiny, fate, and blah... blah... blah...

Molasses gets like that from time to time when there is something that grabs his attention. This time was a little different though because he was wearing running shoes.

I asked him why and he said that he had to find you before the nuclear war started and that he was in a hurry. I tried to get him to think straight and to slow down but he wouldn't stop.

I eventually gave up and left. I truly apologize for starting all of this madness. Molasses is SO determined. He's not going to stop searching for his new love and he is moving so fast its hard for me to follow him.

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It has been a week since we had our disagreement and I passed by his tree just to see how he was doing. When I looked up, there he was... as determined as ever coming down the tree at full speed. He'd made it from the third branch down to the second one. Heck, he even had a t-shirt on with the picture of a fiery bird that said 'Phoenix or death... and even then I'll rise again'.

I just can't understand my friend. Poor Molasses...

I think he's in love.

[The Muse]

*rolls her eyes at Omen*

oh good grief.....

[delta]

Omen. Thanks for the much needed smile.

[RisingPhoenix]

Omg! I really needed that! Molasses..baby where are you? Come whisper in my ear and tell me life is truly worth living. Sure I can rise again but all death is pain. Even if you don't feel it the ones who are left behind are somewhat moved. If it is pain it is brief, fleeting, or fake. All the world's a stage right? I no my Molasses and the members of this forum would genuinely miss me more so than anyone that shares the same gene pool as me. *looks for a way out* Something has to give but what though? *bows to Omen* Thank you for my sloth.

[Omen]

Yes. I felt responsible. And… yes, I was going to do something about it.

Molasses called me sometime after our last meeting. Things were weird because he was breathing hard and anxious.

“Hey, Mo, what’s up?” I asked.

Immediately he began to rattle off a bunch of stuff that barely made sense. “She’s gotta be a pretty firebird, Omen. She’s so smart – she soooo smart.”

I scrunched my eyebrows together and allowed my eyes to roll from the top of my head to the side of my face. “Mo, are you still stuck on the Phoenix girl?”

He barked in a slow and chipper voice. “Yep. Yep. Her heart was broke… and I think I can fix it.” I heard him swallow and actually slow down to speak. “She was in love and – and now she’s love lost, Omen. That kinda’ means that she’s in the woods and need to be found. She’s so good… she just need to be found.”

“What the heck are you talking about?!?” I asked. I knew I didn’t want him to answer, but goodness-gracious, the question popped out of my mouth before I could stop it.

Molasses began to speak but his facial fur muffled his voice. I told him to comb his whiskers with his claws and then he went straight into repeating what I really didn’t want to hear. “In the woods, there are trees. I know how to climb trees, Omen. I can find her… she’s a firebird. She’s one of the good ones. I know she is. I’ve been reading her stuff.”

“ON WHAT, MO?!? You don’t have a laptop! You’re a sloth!” I couldn’t help myself. As I said earlier, Molasses gets like this when he finds something he likes. I just wanted to stop him before he got his heart broke. I had to be tough with him.

His response was sullen and broken. “I like her.” I knew he was hurt by me shouting at him. I felt bad. He waited and then whispered into the phone again, “I like her a lot, Omen. I traded my shoes to look at Andy’s phone. He has the internet on it.”

Molasses was hopeless.

“Why did you call me, Mo?”

“I’m at our meeting place, Omen. Will you come meet me?”

“Are you going after the firebird?”

Once again… silence. He didn’t want to answer. “Are you going after the Phoenix, Mo?”

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“Yes.”

“WHY?!?”

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“Because I like her.”

“AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” I screamed. I threw my phone into the pillow and grabbed my face in an attempt NOT to lose my sanity. “How in the heck can you like someone and you don’t know how she looks?!? What if she doesn’t look like you expect, Mo? Have you thought about that?!? YOU’RE A SLOTH!!! She’s a firebird!! A FIRE – BIRD… a Phoenix!! She doesn’t die!! Heck, she’s not even the same species!! Mo, please think about this.”

“I like her,” he said.

I begged. “Mo, please…”

“Omen… will you meet me, please?” he asked.

I had no choice but to do what friends do; I exhaled slowly. “I’m on my way, Mo. You at the meeting place now?”

“Yep. I finally made it to the bottom of the tree.”

[John Reid]

This is the filthiest conversation I've ever heard!

[Omen]

Filthy-and-sad... filthy-and-sad...