Saturday 23 February 2013

"The Girl with Wings" -from the Pangination

**EDIT: I recently entered this story into a writing competition; I just picked it last minute cos I had to enter something, but I'M IN THE RUNNING!! As in, not only do they want to publish the work in their collection of entries (kinda crude, but moving on...), but they also mentioned that they loved it so much that I'm being kept in the next round of judging! Fingers crossed loves! xx

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I wrote this a little while back for a contest on Polyvore (a group one, hosted by the lovely @gothicity). It's very short, but I hope you like it anyway!

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It was just as she was leaving school with her friends that Ebony saw the red eyes of the Raven Bird. Not normal and black like all the other crows that beat their wings and ran from people.

No, this bird was the one from her dreams, the same dreams that had haunted her since she could remember. The dreams that told her she was in fact a bird with the body of a human, and that upon seeing the eyes of the Raven, she would have to decide to believe or leave.

And she had made that choice.

She was going to believe.

Upon arriving at the place she had called home since her adoption at age 1, Ebony went to pour a glass of milk, before taking one of Aunt Alison’s cupcakes and sitting on the back porch that faced the sea to eat.

She knew she was different and she now knew she wasn’t truly human. What she didn’t know was what that Raven planned to do for her. According to her dreams, the Raven was a god with the body of that bird, and was after the young of her people. Why that was, Ebony didn’t know either, but once the exams were over, the summer had come and the freedom of adulthood had been unlocked, she was going to chase the dreams she had been seeing and become who she really was.

Another thing though, how was she to assume the form of a bird? That was something her dreams had never been able to explain no matter how hard she tried to read them, and she was very good at that.

Suddenly a blinding pain ripped across her right wrist. With a scream, she looked, and noticed a tiny tattoo of a sparrow there. Slowly, not sure of what she was doing, she pressed it with her finger, and felt such a feeling she had never felt before.

It was strange. She could feel the wind like an ocean, and her body a soaring boat, and beside her the beating of air that came from a hundred thousand wings! And her body; no longer did she have the long spindly limbs of a human. Instead she had small dainty claws, and a pair of wings that spread out from her sides…

It stopped as soon as she lifted her finger from her arm. Breathing heavily, Ebony knew who she was, and she knew what she would do. She would go home. She would find her true family.

But in the distance, she caught sight of two red eyes. The same two red eyes.

The Raven Bird was watching.

Friday 1 February 2013

URBAN ENGLISH IRRITATES ME!!!! (and a bit of Facebook hate too... DON'T JUDGE ME!)

Greetings children, first blog post for February 2013 (?!?!?!?!)!

And as you can guess, this is about urban English.

Which irritates me.

A lot.

BASICALLY.

School's starting again pretty soon, which will be great because the holidays are BORING the heck out of me, HOWEVER, everyone will be fresh from looking up the latest urban phrases which I have no idea about, usually relating to a so-called 'dirty mind'.

Let me give you a pointer.

In Grade 6 (I was 12), we were in PE and the teacher was sharing out soccer balls. Upon doing so, the teacher cried out 'make sure that you've got at least five everyone!' and so in our groups, I simply said this.

"How many balls do we have?"

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I have never forgotten that day. The day when this one girl in my group just stared at me with an open mouth as if I had just said something incredibly abnormal for my personality.

She then replied with, "Oh my god! What did you say?! That was so wrong!" And I remember being confused for the rest of the year.

Ever since, I have been 'socially suicidal' by saying things like "Oh please, just shut the... the... doodles up will you?!" when I couldn't think of a good enough clean word to express how annoyed I was at these boys interrupting study time.

Frankly, I can't see how words like 'balls' and 'doodles' became so 'wrong' to say. And how 'dirty minds' came about. If you ask me, some stupid person probably began putting the two terms together and sharing it on that ruddy... horrible... thing called FACEBOOK. Oh... I hate Facebook so much... anyway...

Thanks to Urban Dictionary, I've been able to sort a few things out, like the quote 'that's what she said' and 'I see how it is'. I'm also educated enough to understand what people say when they talk about 'feels', although I was weary to find out. But nothing, I tell you nothing, can explain how this all came about, and I think that's what irritates me the most. Not how complicated it is, not how hard it is to keep up, but how it started, because it's not positive, or educational, or useful at all. It's just a tool to embarass and bully people who aren't up to date. And not just me, but a LOT of people suffer from this I think, and at my school alone. And it's supposed to be a good school too... Urban English is just so... unecessary, that I wish we could just abolish the whole this altogether.

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Well except for the phrase 'Seems Legit' :D




Always be legitimate everyone...

Have a lovely day!
Angie xox