Fantasy Dream

Pub Scene
Flying Ship
Ropes to get down and up
Battle
Searching

"Where are the wolf druids? We know there are at leas' three of em' ere'. "

Wolf Druids
Seers
Held Captive Prisoner

Rat

The room was cold. There windows were mostly boarded up, and their allowances led the brisk night air into the house. He slept on a mattress on the floor along with his three brothers. The four girls all slept in the opposite room, also on the floor. Though he was half asleep, he felt the biting cold of the outdoors on his fingers. He was too cold and tired to fully awaken and warm himself further. His toes were numb, and his nose and ears were practically frozen. There was only a thin blanket, and the three boys huddled together for warmth in the bed.

The next morning the cocks began to crow in the yard with the breaking sun, and he stretched out his arms above his head. He wiggled his fingers, and felt a stinging pain. Upon further inspection, the tip of his left index finger was gone, and blood had dried from the small stump down his palm and trickled onto his wrist ever so slightly. 

His mother said that a rat had given him a "nibble" during the night, and she cried for the remainder of the day at how awful their predicament had become. Her children were food for the rats, and were so frozen that not even the severance of a finger could have been felt to them during the night. 

She stayed up all through the night for  two days and guarded the beds, watching her flock sleep to keep them from the rats. She went into town and brought home a big brown tom cat to find the beast, but to no avail. The perpetrator seemed to vanish into the cold just as her last remaining shred of dignity had disappeared since her husband had left all of two years ago.

girls v. boys

There are girls- no, not girls- young women- who are getting married. I went to high school with them and they are getting married. They are giving up careers and an education. They may not know it yet. They may not exactly realize what they are giving up. They may be perfectly content to simply give all of that up in the name of love. In the name of their relationships. Maybe I'm wrong, maybe they aren't giving it  up. But there are numbers that suggest that it is so.

I have not been so eager to give up an education, my independence. What confidence grows in these others that I lack? Are they so sure that nothing will ever happen to their betrothed that they needn't ever learn to care for themselves?

I am not exactly independent now. My boyfriend pays most of the bills, supports me in my work and my strive to attend college. He doesn't need me in the same way I need him. Sure, I cook and clean and do that sort of nonsense. Is it entirely necessary though? He could live on his own as a slob, and still be happy. I cannot live on my own. I cannot support myself in the same  way that he can. I lack even the most basic knowledge. I cannot change the oil in my car, and I cannot open pickle jars. Surely, if I was financially sound enough, I could pay someone to do those sort of odds and ends jobs that I lack the knowledge or strength to do.

Do men need women in the same manner though? I'm sure there are women who can change their own oil and open their own  jars. But it seems that particularly in times or recession and for recent graduates who are just starting their own lives independently, men have the upper hand. They can do unskilled labor jobs and start their own lives in a much easier way and at a quicker pace than girls who do unskilled jobs. There are more labor jobs that require heavier lifting, etc. that women are not as apt as men to do.

Young women must attend college, putting themselves at a disadvantage. They are going into debt at a quicker rate than their counterparts. They will come out of college, and still be paid less. They will depend on  either their parents or a man to support them while they are in college. Because they did not have the skills or strength to do an unskilled job.

The question remains how to change this. Surely one could marry into independence from their parents and into the dependence of their spouse. If a woman is lucky enough to receive a high paying job, she can retain her own independence, but what if she is not able to do this? She will struggle and try to live above her means, or live according to her means. It will take a significantly longer time for her to be able to save the same amount of money to buy a home, etc than a man who was able to find a higher paying unskilled labor job. The gender gap is as wide now as it has been in the last ten to twenty years in America, and it isn't readily closing any time soon.

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Biology Teacher

According to a British study, plants can recognize other plants and communicate with them.

Apparently, plants communicate by clicking sounds which can be "heard" through the roots. The roots take in the vibrations of the clicking sounds to hear messages of other plants and predators. Although it is not exactly clear how the plants produce the sounds, it is clear that the sounds are used for communication.

Our green fellowmen can also recognize members of their own family. Plants which would otherwise compete for resources are known to share resources such as sunlight, soil, and space if the competitor is one of their own kin. This is a common trait in the evolution of different species of animals. Although the individual may be losing food and other resources by helping his

A plant will grow taller in order to stop the sun's rays from reaching the competitor, effectively intercepting the vital energy through its own leaves. However, studies suggest that if the other plants in the area are related, they will attempt to share the soil, and will even grow away from each other's leaves in order to share sunlight.

Source: my biology teacher.

So

This is going to be my new blog, where I'm going to be writing short stories and just whatever I feel like doing.
Whoever is +1 ing my stuff- thanks! lol. Stop being anonymous so that I can see who you are!

I'm really bored. The worst thing is staring at a blank page and not knowing what to write.

First Year

Late nights. Early mornings. Late mornings and early nights. We don't always  go to class. We sometimes fall asleep. We  procrastinate, but not always. We work hard. We work part time, and no one respects us. We're on a budget, but we're living life on our own for the first time. and its wonderful and it's scary. We're independent and at the same time so dependent on everyone and everything. We need each other to survive and to thrive. Study groups, sports teams, and sororities. We are stronger as a team.

Professors and parents laugh at us and  call us children, but we know that we are wonderful and free. We drink and study. We live in libraries and in frat houses. But it takes all kinds, and the experience is worth it- though not the price if you ask any of us.

We cry about our lost loves, our homesickness, we miss our moms and dads. But we get stronger. We make new friends, it comes easily enough. We are all thrown into this big melting pot called the university, and though we all may not say it, we truly know that we are all one in the same. Here for our own reasons. To prove to the world and ourselves that we have this in us. The drive and inspiration that is needed to not only succeed but to thrive. To do all that is offered to us, and turn nothing down.

Our time is valuable and limited at the most. We go to games, and dance, and sing, and fuck, and fight. The pain is our reward, but we fight through it. We know that in four years this will all be over, and we must have lived through it and survived. It is easy enough.

We strive and we take drugs to stay awake and study and learn. We write papers and get papercuts, arthritis  and hunched backs. We wear glasses because our eyesight is going bad from all the reading. We don't care. We gain weight and lose it all again. We run out for late night pizzas and snacks. and we eat pancakes in the middle of the day because breakfast is served until 3pm.

Everything is backwards and everything is normal  to us and we don't question it. This is our way of life, and we are all in it it together. We step on each other and stab each other in the back and cut throats to get to the top in the end. And we'll know that it was all worth it. In the end.