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Guardian

Silent guardians without a soul, A hollow life is all they'll know. Friends to those who call this home, A ceaseless threat to those unknown.  No way to fight no way to hide, The Scarecrows strength can't be denied. So should you catch the scarecrows eye, Do not move or you shall die.

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Rain

High up in the mountains of Northern China remains one of the last Shaolin temples untouched by tourists. The small group consists of 3 masters and 9 students varying in age from nine years of age to 20. Their training begins at dawn with a morning prayer and a light breakfast. The type of training in a day never repeats between days but always follows a weekly pattern. The masters are stern but gentle; guiding each student through the rigorous tasks. 

This week was different though. It was a holiday week to celebrate the Gods, and Master Chen has a surprise for the students. He has them gather around the inner garden. He practices his breathing exercises as the clouds become dark and sinister looking. Master Chen was the leading expert on Chi, the inner spirit. Chen tensed the muscles across his whole body and moved his arms slowly in a Tai Chi movement. Then the rain started. Chen held his pose as he took long controlled breathes. In through his nose, out through his mouth, until the rain stopped. Chen relaxed and walked towards his students and watched as their eyes widened in amazement. Their Master has not a single drop of water on his clothes; he was completely dry.

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Ruthless Pt.1

"Do you know why this gang has lasted longer than any other? Why this single group has avoided any clashes with other gangs or a lack of food?"

They looked up at Ethan sitting on his throne, a re-purposed and ripped recliner. A long curved sword sat on his knees as he listened to the man who was kneeling a couple feet in front of him. The man was pleading for forgiveness, claiming he knew nothing about the missing food and supplies. Ethan's lips parted as he smiled and in a flash of movement and one clean slash he removed the mans head. 

"We are lucky and safe because Ethan is ruthless."

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BREAKTHROUGHS

That shiver that goes down your spine and the smile on your face when you get a new perfect idea for something you are writing.

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Fighting

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LRLdhFVzqt4

After tearing the arrow from his shoulder he slowly stood up. That wasn't a normal arrow, it had something in it and it was acting fast. On shaky legs Isaac took a step forward but fell to one knee. He could hear the yelling and clashes of steel on the other side of the hill. He forced himself up and walked forward to the top. He knew what he had to do, though it might kill him in the process he had to do it. Reaching inside his vest he pulled a small rune covered with inscriptions. Crushing it between his fingers a sudden blast of energy was released from within him. This rune was used to unlock the blocked energy in the human body but it was never meant to be used under such dire physical conditions. Not willing to waste a second, he drew his great sword and shot into the fray. There were none who could stand up to his skill. The battle ended and the dust settled as his clan rejoiced. They found Isaac standing among the rubble and bodies, his sword planted firmly in the ground. As they approached him their victory cries were quickly silenced, as they discovered that Isaac was using his sword, to hold up his now lifeless body.

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Water

He hit the water hard and fought to keep his mouth shut. He opened his eyes, peering up at the surface. He struggled to move as the stars started to drift away from him. He couldn't move. His chest began to ache as the air turned stale in his lungs. Bubbles spewed from his mouth as he fought with ever fiber to move. His eyes darted around, looking for anything to aid him, but all he saw was the fading light of the full moon. Further and further he sank. His lungs burned, screaming for fresh air, they felt like they would burst. He closed his eyes tight praying for anything, anyone to save him. He exhaled releasing the pressure and the fear and uncertainty disappeared, only he didn't die. Confused he opened his eyes as he regained the feeling in his arms, legs, hands and feet. This was impossible. This wasn't natural. He took a cautious breath in and found he could breath as easily if not more than when he was on the surface. His mouth sprang into a huge smile. He could breath underwater!!

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Musical Inspiration

I find music to be extremely inspirational. If I ever get stuck I often find a walk with my playlist will bring a new idea. Here is one such idea. Please feel free to play the music while reading :) 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I94X_rmIBEU

Silence...thunder.... rain.... and blood. A music box started nearby and it calmed his shaking hands. Blinking, his eyes changed from a solid white to their normal all black. He turned towards the sound and slowly raised from his knees. Carefully stepping over the dozens of bodies and smoldering ashes of buildings he came to the location of the sound. He had been stabbed, punched, shot and slashed, but nothing compared to the pain he felt now. Rebecca, a small girl he saw every day in town, lay beneath a fallen post. With the flick of his wrist the post blew off the small girl in a flash of psionic energy. He fell down and gingerly picked her up in his one arm. Her eyes slowly opened and she smiled. 

"I saved the music box you gave me...I promised...I would keep it....safe.."

Her head fell against his chest and she was gone. Even with all of his strength, there was nothing he could do to save her.

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Greetings

As a (crappy) aspiring writer I am trying to push myself into trying new things. This blog is an attempt to collect my writings in one place where I won't spam the hell out of my friends on Facebook. I hope you enjoy!