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

No Writing Course

I had no writing this week as the two girls weren't in, which is kind of annoying, but for all you guys I'm going to put up two old stories I had written in the past:

The Armarda,
  "Yar, you sill'a planet lovers, your planet is now under attack by my armarda of space pirates." Roared a voice from the telescreen, Garet just shot the device with a lazer gun and it fell to the floor and smashed into sevral thousand shards of metal. Most of the customers in his bar ignored this sudden moment of chaos in their sea of drunken swearing. Only a young man in a soldier's uniform showed any signs of shock and fear. Garet walked over to the young man while drying a glass flaggin.
"Aren't you afraid of the pirates?" Asked the young man but Garet just shook his head.
"No worry kid, all ships that enter this sector fall out of the sky from our planet's gravitational field and crash" Relpided Garet never looking at the man but at the flaggin. "All that is going to happen is sevral space ships will be wrecked and ten thousand pirates are going to need new jobs. So where are you from kid, your accent says Galnor or Kalpalic?"
" Galnor, a town called Cydnis, I just hope the rescue party comes soon." Continued the Galnorian. Garet merely tutted ans walked away - they were all the same, thinking they'll be saved but just stranded in this, his, bar.

 The City of Diabolo was called the twisted city not because of it's strange and unusual and freikish architechture but because of the complete lack of morals amonst it's ruling class. They would wear costumes and kill people in strange and unique ways as a sport. Shaun remembered Dammed-Chocolate-Man, Funny Dog and Lost Hunter, his old school chums, each with a nickname to hide their identies, like anyone actual could stop them, if anybody even cared. But shaun was only called Calous Shaun because he killed his fellow nobles, for the sport of it.  Seven lives too his name, and seven truly great names. His three old training partners had been killed by public beheading, which had made him famous across the city. The four ironic deaths that followed where mor fun: Forgotten Abaddon (stewed in a soup of corpses for his death by canibilism), Numb Achilles (thrown into an electric power plant for electrcuting his 'patients'), Mellow Eros ( Liver failure from alchol overdose which matched his drugging of young adults) and lastly Cursed Souless ( who was thrown of a skyscrapper simple because Shaun couldn't think of an Ironic way of killing a man who changed his exicution methods). And now he was going to kill Meloncoly Valkerie, but how do you kill someone who uses chrisma to convince people to kill themselves?

 So if you have anyways to kill such a person please send me a comment! I've had the whole week off school as I;ve been training for Meitheal team next year, so wish me luck with that. I also say hello to anyone who is reading this from Meitheal. For those of you not there, I'm sorry it was fun! We played alsorts of Icebreakers and stuff. But I'll tell you this: Pins and straws are not fun things to make statues out of. Also I will now give the worlds first Martin Woodhose fact; if you put a box on a table and Martin Woodhose is in the room his head will appear under the box if you pick it up!
                                         The Meitheal Ninja,
                                                                   Myself