New Design

Hey, just spent hours making a new background, only to be told it was too large XD LOL So i changed it a little bit instead. :) Enjoy

Universally strange

Hello chums. Sure, I have a dragon, sure its red, sure its the best dragon in the world. But it does not have a name. That bothers me. Oh well. My nan suggested Saxonious on FB. I dont use Fb often. Its boring. Bloggers more fun. :) Anyway. Yesterday i took millions of pictures of me and my dragon. I cant share them all with you. Im hoping to edit one and make it the picture next to my blog. Im trying to make mny blog look really cool. So yeah. Byeee

(Side note: The picture is named 'Us trying to look cool' you can see me, sitting on the dragon. XD)

Dragons and me.

Finnally!!! Yeah! Today i got my red drake, he hasnt got a name yet. Feel free to suggest one. :3 A drake is a young dragon. -Egg-Whelp-hatchling-Drake-Dragon-Wrym :) He visited the King with me.

Sausage rolls.

Hehyaaa! Today i went to the orthadontists. So that really wasnt cool. I came home, walked the dogs and saw rabbit prints in the snow. They were to long to be a cat or a dog, and they where not human, plus i have felt our rabbits feet enough to know them. I put a sausage rool on my lap, and smudge started eating the crumbs that fell off. Shes not sitting on my desk, scanning for more crumbs. :3 haha.

David

Hey. David just drove me nuts. I have asked him to leave, and he hasnt, right now he is probably reading this blog as i write it. Yes im talking to you david. I know your reading. He has really annoyed me this morning. I have my washout on, so. Yeah. Just beacuse hios birthday is tommorow. Im going to have to be really nice to him this weekend, well guess what? Right now, i dont want to be. Btw the result of yesterday is that i have Anxiety disorder and PTMD. Which sounds odd. But all it really is ios Post tramatic stress disorder. :) I can hear you david. ...Yeah. all i cna really think of right now is how annoying david is. Thats about it. Haha. Idiot. (that was to no-one in particular.) Om nom nomnom.

All things dark and ugly. (all things bright and beautiful too)

Hello chums. I am currently, sitting in my room, staring at my cat, who is currently, sleeping. Thats about all really. Oh yeah, im also thinking about WoW, because, lets be honest, i havent been on it in ages. I have had about enough of this. not really sure why im so lost in this house, im a little but worried about what tommorow will bring. Im supposed to be going to Cantenbury. I dont know if thats the right spelling. I havent posted on this blog in a while, for that i am sorry. I was asked to fill in some forms by my mother, which was fine. But when i got to the end of it, i raelsied, im being tested to see if i have anxeity syndrome. Which, this sounds really rather funny, im anxious about. I am not sure if having Aspergus, a bowel disorder, and potentially Anxiety syndrome is a good thing. If it helps us get a statement, i suppose thats a good thing. But to be honset, again, i hope i do have it. It would explain why i get scared over nothing, why im scared of people climbing in my window, and murdering me, why some of the times i dont like being on my own. So maybe i do have it. Secretly, now i know there considering it, and considering the questions they asked me and what i awnser, i think i may have it. I guess, anxiety isnt a bad thing. I mean, better to be over cautious than not cautious at all right? Im hoping, one day, that my life will be good,m because right now, im bored. I mean, im working really hard to home school myself properly, and yes, i will be punishing myself over writing this blog right now. But, i cannot stop thinking of this, and its good to get it off your chest right? Im asking a lot of questions in this blog. Im also writing a lot. Maybe i should stop..maybe not. Im kinda running out of things to say now. My cat just changed her pose, to a very tipical, cat snuggled pose. My tigers are staring at me..I guess i orta go. But i want to carry on writing. Umm not sure what to do now. So i guess i will leave. Check out my other blogs. Although im pretty sure my mother is the only person to read this. Maybe not. I mean, i have had a total of 550 views, i hink, since i joined blogger on this blog. So maybe other people read this, they just arnt following me, wouldnt be a first. Okay bye. :)

500 words

Hello owlets. Today i have entered the competition of a 500 worded story. Its Called 'The Obsidian Room' And i will actually post it here. :) enjoy


There was blood, caked on the floor, the pungent
aroma wafted silently up, insulting her nostril’s, choking her. She stumbled
around blindly, looking for anywhere, anything to help her get out. But she
could not find anything. She was trapped, in a room, covered in blood. As she
searched for a way out, she hit something sharp, she shied away. But the damage
was done. Soon her blood mingled with that on the floor, two shades of deep red,
hers, a lighter, brighter red, and the other blood, dark red, tinted with
brown, dried but still emitting a disgusting aroma. Her nostrils flared, and
her eyes grew wide. Suddenly, she realised this would be the place she died.
Tears began to roll down her cheeks, and her body shook with silent sobs as she
realised the truth. She slumped, her back resting on the black, cold wall of
her tomb, her head fell forwards, and she cried. Her cries shared her
hopelessness, her fear. But she could not stop, she just sat, slumped in a
corner of the black, blood caked room, sobbing. Why should she stop? She was to
die here, in this cold room, where god knows what else has died, and she
couldn’t even remember coming in. But wait a minute, what was that? A small
scraping noise was coming from the far side of the room. Great, she thought,
something, or someone, has come to save me! Her heart skipped a beat; they
could also be coming to finish her off, now, when she was still alive. Isn’t
that what murderers do? Torment you until your begging for your life to be
ended? She didn’t know, but whatever it was, she wasn’t going without a fight.
Carefully, she reached forward, into the darkness, her hand sliding over her
own slick blood, her hand hit something sharp, and gasping in pain, she gripped
the object. New, fresh blood trickled down her clenched fist, the smell sickly,
acrid. She pulled the object toward her, and in the darkness, examined it,
carefully running her hands over its edges. Gaining countless cuts, but also
the knowledge of what it was. It seemed to be a discarded piece of piping, but
from where she knew not. It was half of the pipe, the edges rough and sharp, it
was on these edges that she had cut herself.
She had already worked out that this would be an invaluable weapon, she
had seen enough FBI dramas to know that. It was heavy, and sharp, a perfect
weapon if used correctly, she would make sure it was. Then she realised the
scraping had stopped, and a dim light had been cast into the room. She could
now see it, in all its disgusting glory, and the figure at the threshold. She
did not know him, he was covered in black. She then knew he was not here to
save her. She raised the makeshift weapon. She would kill him if she had to.

Done :)