Some hell of a exciting (boring) week

The hour of joy has arrived, I'm putting up another post. Today, might be the apocalpse but if you read this beyond tomorrow, don't worry, unless seven angels are on the news for giving speeches at sevral speeches, then we're SSSSSSSSSSSSCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWEEEEEEEEEDDDDDDDDD
But otherwise okay. I'll now put some writting onto this blog. The first I had to use five particular words, they are in italics:

Morgan danced around the room,
His feet pranching across the attic ceiling,
life was sweet,
life is sweet,
life will be sweet,
as his enemies fall and his fortunes rise,
so the world rumbled,
as you stagger in his shadow,
your life broken, like a fallen vase,
as your corpse is beyond a fence,
which hides those demon beastes,
of that madman's twisted ambition.

The Next Twelve are Haikus about the classical elements. They are in groups of three for each element, in order the elements will be shown as: Air, Fire, Water, Justice.

Oh Sky Eternal,                           Endless Wraith of air        Electricity,
You can be grey, blue and red,    Oh Justice of Hurricane    The Thunder of this weak race
ceiling of the earth,                       no man can match you      blood of our cities
Ps: I count Lightning as a part of the air element

Oh ye Blissful Sun,                     Volcano, please sleep,                 Great and Mighty Forge,
Thine heat and light give us life,   Your lava blood and flame bile,   bend the ancient will of earth
Day made only for you               are a blight to life                         Scion of the heath

Oh Noble sea vast,                  High and great Winter,                   Enjoyable beer,
Of salt and water and fishes,    Manifest death is your cold,            Greatness in our saddess day,
Our forebearers home             for your biting maw                         Liquid thought changer.

Oh Life Holding earth,        Desert, we fear you,                       Castle, tall and strong
father of forest and hill,       Your sand and your heat murder,    Even in death you marvel
The soil is your gift             kife in your is death                         Solid Memory.

I hope you enjoyed those haikus, I wrote about nine as the girls in the writing class took to write five poems, I'm just that fast a poet. I could make new poems at a peotry meeting while giving a 'reading', it would be so funny to see everyones face as they realise what I was doing! I was collecting money for The Chernobyl Cause on thursday. You should help them as they help children with radiation poisoning in Kazakhstan, which when in the time USSR had one third of the world's nuclier testes, 500 bombs over 40 years. You own Kazakhstan your money if you laughed in the Borat movie, you evil people! So help those poor mutant children in their orphanages, also help the poor children in Ukrane ( where Chernobyl is.)

 I did my GAA exams, which don't really matter to me, as I'm not a sportperson. Also a Martin Woodhose fact: I you say a Chuck Norris fact to someone who already knows it, Martin Woodhose knows where you live.
  The Elemental Maniac,
                             Myself

The Return to Monotonism.

Hi'ya y'all and stuff. I have returned to the absolute boredom that is my school life. But today I have written some more peices of Pros in my writing class:
   The first was a story that I had to write in one page of my note book, the second had to use five out of ten words, and the third  was one line was written by each member and then handed over to the next person and continued on such a style.

 Maze:
   The blade slashed through his flesh, cleanly along the muscles grain. Hyko twichted with the pain and then slammed a fist into the monster's belly. The creature stagered back, and Hyko leapedinto the air spinning so his foot smashed into the thing's twisted face. He heard it's bones shatter and it scream as it's brain was ripped into ribbons as the bone fragments danced through like lepers through tar. Hyko cursed as the screams echoed across the labarythn. He was in a dead end and those, those things where after him. He twitched again at the pain of his cut and ran. He didn't know where to run to, or if there was an exist but that didn't stop him. If only he could find a medic or a first aid kit and he would survive.

Words: Jester Pint, Armchair, Tree, Irish, Juju, Crone, Blank, Comprehensible, Solstice. Words used in Italics.

    Old Mrs.Fian sat back into the Armchair as Marcus patroled through the shop, it was dark and only lite by th twilight steaming through the window. Her chair was behin the V-shaped counter, with various charms, gizmos, brochures and random objects of power the hung from ropes that dangled form ancient Irish oak beams of the ceiling. The counter had a slope of glass that protected various grimories and more valuble objects, the walls where  lined with shelves of the least valuble objects.
" Looking for something Marcus" Asked the crone as she chucked down a pint's worth of  water down the sink after cleaning a new charm all the way from Ireland,
"Yes" He replied not stopping to look at her. "I'm looking for something special."
"well" She asked, her tone rising from blank too fury.
"Yes" He remarked finally looking at her, "This"
He put down a photo onto the desk. She snatched it up and grinned at the photo.
"Now, I have that piece." She replied to his action.
" How Much" Bluntly inquired Marcus,
" Depends what this all means to you!" Was her reply to his last question, her grin twisting like a maggot in soft flesh.

    Switch: My lines are underlined, Ellen's are bold and Virginia's are in Italics.
        Nova looked around the room , nothing behind, nothing in his son's room or under the bed, so he switched of the lights. And hid inside his cupboard. Waiting for the dawn to bring him home. He knew that his race where ugly and twisted with scales of orange and eyes of red and talons of death, but the humans beyond the bed where the real monsters. They chartled and gurgled in mouthfuls of tea, sweat tea and milk and honey and blood, and the sun rose in the horizon.

     Oh and a piece of advice, vampires smell of obvious of death and also, surprisingly, vanilla! Long story, but useful advice. Also, I'm  proud to annouce the Osama Bin Laden is dead, and before you say anything, that is a bad thing. His death only makes a martyr, and martyr create more trouble then they solve. Anyway no-one had heard him plan a terrorist plot for at least four years, which is bad. He should have been captured, trialed and then when found guilty and be brought to every talk show and public event in chains, purely to mock Al Qaeda. But the question is this, will Bin Laden's death become an America Holiday, it would probally be the only holiday of annual celebration about a horrific war crime. But lets hope no such maccabre events happen.

       Also was the 25th anniversary of Chernobyl on Tuesday, which was a bummer, espacally for someone who suffered it's effects and I am truly sorrow for you and wish you the best of luck.
                                      Swearsy McSwearsalot,
                                                                      Myself