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Poem of the Day

Arlie Girl

Feeling cold eyes upon me
Ridding me of my clothes
Stripping me of my dignity
Never had any to begin with
Bruises taint my pale skin
Never said a word in my defense
Didn�t want to cause them pain
Never once did I cry out
Whimpered in silence
Behind my bedroom door
People think I�m a rebel
They think I�m no good
Wish I could prove them wrong
Touching me like he touches her
Says I�m such a good girl
I cry when it�s over
�Cause people say I�m bad
Nothing else I know
Running away with him
Those other people come
They bind and gag me
I cannot cry out
My eyes fill with tears
My heart wells with rage
They say I�m no good
So I lay them out
Can�t say those mean things
When they got no mouth to open
They put me away, out of sight
The humiliation follows me in silence
Plan to fight the system fails
An innocent falls victim
They say I�m a danger
They hide me away
And so here are the eyes
They watch and they leer
And I will never escape
Labeled as white trash
Here I will die�


She Can Write!


The Sword of the Flame

Chapter Two

Taylor lay in his room in the Tourmahn palace, the events of the day spiraling through his head. Everything had happened so quickly, he hadn�t had the time to really process it all. He had just sort of gone with the flow of things. He didn�t believe for one minute that he was this planet�s Chosen One. It�s laughable. Me, Taylor Sky, the saviour of an entire race? It�s not even possible! He pinched himself for what must be the thousandth time, his arm mottled and red, where he�d pinched himself before, just to be sure he wasn�t just dreaming.

He rolled off the giant bed he�d been laying on. Danella told him it was the classic pattern from two generations before. It was a wide, circular affair, draped in a royal blue coverlet, and stacked high with many squashy silver pillows. Around the bed covers were hung massive drapes of periwinkle blue. A silver canopy hung over all.

He wandered out of his chamber in search of something to do. Even as a child, he hated being idle. He had to have some project to do or book to read; otherwise, he�d go crazy. But here, he didn�t even have his books.

He traveled down the hallway, really more than a hall, for it stretched nearly sixty feet above him, and was brightly lit by glowing silver balls. Danella had told him that the balls were called liotas, or silver-glows. They were conjured up by magic spells of a very rudimentary sort. The entire race were magical beings, endowed from birth with what Danella called �True Magic,� which no one had to learn. The magic seemed conducted by thought. If Taylor hadn�t been so confused with all the events of the past day, it all would have been fascinating.

He continued to walk down the hall like a tourist, so he wasn�t really paying attention to where he was going. He collided with a Tiernon woman who was walking in the opposite direction, carrying a giant armload of various blue garments. The clothing flew up in the air, and the woman was knocked to the floor. To add to her humiliation, what looked to Taylor suspiciously like a petticoat landed on her long free flowing toffee colored hair.

Sae tour nal de kwa!� the young woman cried as she yanked the garment from her head. �Ten karn keemah doh?

�Huh?� Whatever spell Danella had cast upon him to help him understand Tiernon had obviously worn off.

De kwa!� she snapped, and attempted to stand. She tripped on an overskirt, and sat down hard. Taylor stretched out a hand to help her, but she roughly pushed his hand away, and stumbled to her feet. She shoved a dainty, pale blue hand through her hair, dragging it off her face. She gave him a frustrated look before scooping up her load of clothing. Taylor bent to help her. �Et surama dah tourmahna, doh?� she asked.

�Uh, I don�t speak Tiernon� at least not anymore.� Taylor took her hand, and folded down all her fingers but her fore and middle fingers, and placed the tips of them on the palm of his hand. �Do you understand me?� he asked softly.

�Yes, but�where� where did you learn that?�

Taylor shrugged. �Dan�I mean, the praetina�showed me how it works.� The girl�s eyes widened with amazement.

�You have spoken with the praetina?� She grasped his hand, and kissed it, then swept a low curtsy.

�Um�� Taylor scratched his head, starting to think he�d appeared on a world full of crazies. �What was that for?�

�Because you must be the Kiransa.� At his confused look, she stood. �Our praetina made a vow that she would not speak aloud with another Tourmahn mortal until the Chosen One had been found.�

Taylor�s lips pursed in mild exasperation. �And has she spoken to another Tourmahn?� Then he remembered. �Oh, right, the guards,� he muttered to himself. He shoved his hands into his pockets, the grayish green issue pajama pants he�d been wearing since yesterday. My kingdom for my uniform. Now that was classy. It consisted of a blue jumpsuit with the HMRA seal embroidered on a patch sewn on the arms. The seal depicted a schooner silhouetted by a brilliant orange and scarlet setting sun.

Taylor shook himself back into reality�or whatever this was. He cleared his throat. �I don�t think I caught your name,� he said sheepishly.

�I did not throw it, sir,� she said with a shy smile. She curtsied again. �I am Dahleekooahl, the chief maid of the House of the Tourmahn Praetor.�

�That�s quite a title.�

�It is. It is quite a responsibility. It is an honor, though, of course,� she added hastily. She shifted the load in her arms, trying to keep from dropping anything.

�Can I help you with any of that?� Taylor asked, trying to take some of the garments out of her arms.

Dahleekooahl! Se tromen ezat betlahl!

�Oh!� the pretty woman cried. �I have to go. But good sir, you may call me Dahlee from now on, if you please to.� She curtsied one final time. �D�men, Kiransa!� She fled with her load. He sighed wistfully as she hurried down the hall, not even realizing that the spell Danella had showed him kept wearing off. Dahlee was the prettiest girl he had seen in a long time. Even from back on Earth.

�Taylor?� said a soft voice behind him. He almost jumped out of his skin. He spun around and grabbed whoever it was by the shoulders. The person gasped and pushed against him. Taylor realized it was Danella he had in his arms.

�Don�t sneak up on me like that,� he gasped. �You nearly scared me half to death!�

�Forgive me,� she said with a small bow. �You startled me as well, you know. What are you doing out here anyways?�

�I was looking for something to do� Hey, I have a question for you.� Danella lifted her chin ever so slightly. �You know that bit of magic you did, the stuff that made me understand Tiernon� how come it keeps wearing off with everyone but you?�

She smiled. �Because I have True Magic. You, as a human, do not.�

�But I�ve been using Tiernons to do the spell!�

�Yes, but it is through your thought that the spell is being conducted. Naturally, it is not going to last as long as a spell performed by someone with True Magic.� She placed her hands on either side of his head, and closed her eyes. She muttered something under her breath that Taylor couldn�t quite make out, and before too long, he was able to understand the chatter of the people in the castle. Danella took her hands from his head, and grabbed his arm. �Come, let�s find you some clothes.�


Things My Professors Say That Amuse Me


Give you an A? These guys say "Yeah right..."
  • "If you don't have something representing a penis when you're talking about Freud, you've messed up."--Dr. Apperson
  • "I hate open-mindedness..."--Dr. Gene Muto
  • "Before you stone me..."--Dr. Gene Muto
  • "Leucine, I'm home!!"--Dr. Palombella, on which codons attach to what amino acids
  • "I am Allolactose, son of Lactose. I have come to avenge my father!"--Dr. Palombella on genetics class
  • "If you wait a day too long, it's mushy and has the taste of death..."--Dr. Taylor on cantaloupe
  • "It's toxic. Don't lick it."--Eric Koger, on colorine
  • "A release factor is involved in termination of:
    A. Employees whom the boss doesn't like
    B. DNA replication
    C. Transcription
    D. Translation"
    --Genetics test question as written by Dr. Palombella... for answer, ask rebeccad02
  • "It is not Frodo, it is Iodo."--Dr. Lutz, Organic Chemistry
  • "It's not how many genes you have, it's how you use them..."--Dr. Palombella (starting to get the feeling we should sit in on some of those genetics classes?)
  • "Yes, because naturally STDs are one of those things that always come up in my conversations... I ask them how their day is, what they've been up to, and then how many STDs do they have..."--Eric Koger, on a really stupid question at VTA
  • "JMU has beaten Radford in the STD percentage... Ok guys, if you work really, really hard, we can catch up!"--Gene Muto, at VTA
  • "MSG really stands for buckets of cats..."--Eric on oriental food at VTA
  • "Sword fighting on stage? Yippee!"--Gene, on the "spectacle" of a play
  • "You can only compare asses to asses."--Dr. Lutz mispronouncing "acids"
  • "The Spanish: They lived, they died, they lost their armada. And they did plays."--Gene Muto on Spanish drama
  • "You should always think of the bra, regardless."--Patt Ness, costume technology
  • "A blue wall could put off a cool pink."
    "If by pink you mean purple."--Bryan and Eric, Lighting Design class, talking about bouncing light
  • "Those shy wallflower girls that don't wear shirts? Right, Bryan."
    "She looks shy and wallflowery to me!"--Eric and Bryan, on good lighting in Lighting Design class
Feel free to submit any insanities your professors have come up with...
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"If I went around claimin' I was emperor just because some moistened bint lunged a scimitar at me, they'd put me away!"--Dennis, Monty Python and the Holy Grail


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