The blog of a girl who calls herself Lunar Tears in the hope that one day she will meet Derek Landy. Sometimes posted are poems, stories, FanFictions or just anything I want to share.
"I'm all in favor of keeping dangerous weapons out of the hands of fools. Let's start with typewriters." -Frank Lloyd Wright
"I have not failed. I've just found 10,000 ways that won't work."
- Thomas Alva Edison
"She learned to say things with her eyes that others waste time putting into words."
- Corey Ford
Earth rises over the horizon as I float Like gold dust floating on the breeze Hovering over the lunar landscape. I merge with the ether, tendrils of mist spiralling Towards the rounded ocean in the sky.
I weep throughout the night Staring at the never changing sky Black as pitch I feel the madness That always follows Earthrise.
I long for a friend As I hover round my vale of tears A single soul, separated from paradise And lost amidst the tranquil moon.
The dull grey craters Punctuate my limbo An Elemental spirit Being leached into the dreary sky
A dark despondent dawn Rises amongst the barren wastes At the edge of humanity And the final frontier.
A quiver of blue Searches for a friend As the tears cascade like liquid diamond In the perpetual flow Of captivity.
This is the poem Octaboona Ambrosius wrote for me I'm very happy he did this and said I could put this on here Thank you Octa!!! :)
I mean, I know I'm supposed to save the world and everything, but taking on ten Luloo's, is a bit too much.
I was ambushed. They cornered me, and attacked like dogs. Oh, well, I suppose they ARE dogs, but that's just cruel.
So, I figured out they were working for Preaching Satan.
Who, if you ask me, is just a HUGE JERK.
Preaching Satan is the main man who wants to destroy the world.
But, I think it's because he can't find a PURPOSE. So he takes it out on the rest of the world.
Is it just me, or is he a BIG BABY?
I think his parents abandoned him, because, who wouldn't?
So anyway, I just threw fireballs at them. It was a close call, though.
I was playing with one, you know, letting it think it had a chance, when its Father, I think, came up behind me. It swiped a huge claw, inches from my neck. I don't know how it missed. Luck, maybe? So I left his child, mangled and burning on the ground, and turned to face him. He was a talented Luloo, a brave fighter. He used his breath, which was awful. I stumbled back, and fell on a pile of boxes. He charged at me, menacingly. I spread my palms, and he flew backwards. I stood, my head spinning. It rolled its head, his hideous face turning towards me. I looked to its eyes, the deep, black pits, somehow making me feel sympathetic.
Luloo's are very stupid creatures. They have a short attention span, and are easily controlled. They are the Minions of Preaching Satan.
I couldn't decide what to do. It was in his nature to be like this, but could I risk the chance of letting him cause more havoc?
I let him go. I will regret it later, I'm sure. I stopped the flames from his son. I handed him his son's body, and spoke in a firm voice I did not feel,
"I give you your son. I grant you a high reward, your life. Leave my presence, and run to Satan's. Tell him this, 'This is his only warning. He must either surrender or run. He will not succeed, and I would choose run, if I were him.' Once you have given this message, leave. And run. For I will not give mercy a second time."
Yes, I save the world AND I'm clever!! What luck does anyone have, against ME?
Yes, I may have gotten a LITTLE big-headed lately, but knowing the answer to the ULTIMATE question will do that to you.
NO, the question is not "Is there life after death?" or "When will the world end?" or even, "How many fish can you see in the sea?" Like my CRAZY friends, (yes, I do have them), suggested. The question IS, What came first, the chicken or the egg?
THE ANSWER IS:
Yes, so all you SCIENTISTS, who thought the answer was the CHICKEN, because of EVOLUTION, are WRONG! It's the EGG, because, who said the egg needed to be a chicken's egg?
DINOSAUR'S lived LONG before chickens... Didn't they?
Yuck, I need a shower.
A Rempire just walked into my room, as I was writing this. Naturally, it wanted to kill me. Great. So naturally, we had a fight. Rempire's are kinda stupid, though. So I, naturally, won. It didn't even bother to bring a Bleter. It's now just lying in my room. Technically, it surrendered before I could kill it. Rempire's surrender, by exploding. I now, have Rempire blood in my hair. IN MY HAIR. I also, have Rempire brains splattered on my wall. My mum will kill me.
Mum, she'll be furious. I've gotta clean this up. Bye, Mum will be back soon.
At the end of the blogs, a dictionary will be provided, to view words like, "Rempire" and "Bleter."