Late, Again

Sorry this only came out on Monday, but My dad made us make concrete all day on Saturday, which has hell, and not fun at all, but here is my writings from last Saturday;
The first piece started with a single line;
"What's wrong with you" she asked, I stared back at her and turned off the lights in my eyes to give the impression of blinking.
" I could ask the same of you" I retorted she pulled back in shock. "you humans think that you only have the right to rule since this is your plaent so you rules. But what happens when you go elsewhere, hmph?" She was stunned at this statement and stumbled  in her words for an answer. "the simple fact is you humans would declare war, or genocide, or an alien holocaust, might in it's form, and might makes right." I continued.
"No, No we wouldn't" replied the blonde female human. "Thats what you would do. Thats what you're doing here!" Her voice was more raised in fury. " And now you've started to fight amongst yourselfs!"
"Now you're proclamation is wrong, Sentinal Prime isn't a Decepticon, just an ally of my father." She was clearly shocked at this, I gave a grin. " Oh, Oh yes, A Decepticon has a dad. Well get this missy, Megatron is my father just as the human male that spawned you is yours. But unlike you, I know when to sever connections. So until we meet again, remember this name, GALVATRON!"

The next one is particular type of character describing the room where out writing class is in. I got a young woman from an Amazonian tribe;
  The space was closed, and nothing was open, unlike home. The greens and browns of my homeland where replaced with white and beige and a brown more red then I was used to. Sevral branches ran across this space's canopy rather then the canopy growing forth from it. I could see sunshine through what seemed to be empty space, but were actual cold, solid air, it disturbed me not abit, but alot. but more light came from these gold encased orbs that were half-way between a star and the sun in their magnitude of light. No animals except a small black jaguar like creature walked in this space. A tree trunk emereaged at one corner and rose up in a gap in the canopy, with strange flat branches sticking out, almost inviting me to walk on them. sevral bushes like things clustered together, the outer ones reached upwards at one side and the central ones having no such growth. It was odd as the out ones in one group had hides like animals while the other group has no such foliage and looked like the insides of branches. This is truely strange realm.

The last piece is a person describing a movie they saw to a friend. The movie was Pan's Labarynth and the character is a Homeless Alcholic (read it out to get a better idea of how it is supposed to work);
 So I was *Hick* wandering these streets and then that gothe shel*Hick*ta, thought *glug,glug,glug* it would be nice to show is that movie, whatisi called, *hick*, oh yeah, Paens Lebreonth. *hick* what do ya' mean I pre-nincing it wrong, it toesn't matter, ya know 'hat I'm talking abouttt annie-why. You've gotta see it nate, your missing doubt *hick*glug,glug,glug*. It's set in World war 2 Spain and this little girl who's moving with 'er mum do their new hime withe the moutvers new 'usband. *hick* But I won't ruin the pot, but she meets this haun. *glug,glug,glug*. What do you mean what is a laun, it's a 'alf goat halv man naturn spirit-thang, *glug,glug,glug*. Annie-why need I regress, *hick*, this faun sends the little girl on free taskes to complete her dezintie, *hick*, I'm not 'elling you her dezindie, you have to watch the film to find our, so I won't tell you the turd task, *glug,glug,glug*, no it doesn't invoble s'it or skewers *hick*, but the virst task invovles getting magic 'olf bols inta toad *glug,glug,glug* what d'ya mean what's deir colour, I said it waz told, and *ugh(falls asleep)*


Hope you enjoyed those, not much going on (except concrete making) but I decided to give you guys a little treat; a report on the newest Transformers film, it is CRAP. It's got plot holes so big the whole cast can drive through them without any problems, and there where so many potential things they could have made the film great, like having it be seen through the eyes of a young decepticon, ( The first writing was based on that idea) or some other awesome idea. Also to much human action, Michael Bay must realise that Transformers is about giant robots, not humans.