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Ordinary World

Moments Not Yet Written
This is Howard J. Mackey. He is your basic high school kid. He wakes up early for school- misses breakfast half the time, funs out the door, worries about grades, friends, and the future. Nothing really to scream about. He has 3 sisters and one younger brother all whom on occasion bug the crap out of him. mackey plays a little soccer, is clueless when girls hit on him and writes in his journal every. He is very mature for his age, mostly due to the death of his mother and the small glance he got of the real world. But depsite his past troubbles he had a basic normal life- the life of a normal kid- untill tha tfateful May afternoon that changed his life. He found the journal- his journal- from 2 years in the future! As he reads over his life that will soon be he realizes that he is about to live a crucial point that the journal will not name. Only that it happened on August 18 2011. It would happen in 3 months...

How did this journal come to be?
What is the event?
How sill him knowing about it effect his future self?

Blurbs

Tear Drops on my Guitar- Taylor Swift
Taylor and Drew have always told each other everything, but when Drew develops a crush- all of the suddenly there is something that Taylor can't tell him. Something important that would change everything. Taylor can't tell him that she loves him; that every night he is the reason for he tear drops on her guitar.

The Saga Begins- Weird Al Yankovic
Obi Wan Kanobi was a on a venture with is mentor and friend Quigon Jin when they were left stranded on Tataween with a broken down ship and an uptight princess. When and his master went into town to find repairs they ran into the most remarkable boy, Anakin Skywalker. A slave boy with no father, no education, and no future to look forward to. Yet he was brilliant. What happens with Quigon takes interest in this unusual boy.

Just the Girl- Click 5

She ignores him. He follows her. She laughs at his face. He dreams of her laughter. She pushes him in the pool. He serenades her that night. Is he crazy? Yeah. A masochist? Probably. Is he persistent? Oh yeah! But he doesn't care. He continue to try and wear her down, because she is just the girl he’s been looking for, his perfect match. Too bad she doesn't see it…

Better than Me- Hinder

He left. He left her high and dry and the guilt is slowly eating away at him because he misses her more than he could ever say. But he knew that she deserved much better. She deserved more than his lies, his mistakes, the life he was doomed to live. But still he can’t help remember the memories that he doesn’t want to lose. The happy memories, the ones of her. Sadly she deserves better, he mourns, “better than me…”

I’m Just the Girl Next Door- Saving Jane

All my life I've been out-shinned, was never quite as good. She is beautiful, smart, talented and popular. I'm average, casual, quirky, and rough around the edges. The teachers love her, parents love her and i'm pretty sure my boyfriend wants to date her. I'll never have the happily ever after with her leading on all the princes! I'll always be the ordinary unexciting girl next door.

The story in a song

Two completely different songs that tell of life and not letting you pass it by with out those special moments that remind you what life is really all about.

Sk8ter Boi by Avril Lavinie:

1. Plot: Boy likes girl, girl blows off guy, guy finds cooler girl, original girl regrets choice.
2. Setting: The past, the present, high school, a concert.
3. Characters: Sk8ter boi, pretty girl, Avril.
4. Conflict: He was a skater boy, she said see ya later boy, he wasn't good enough for her...
5. Theme: Don't let pride stand in the way of life. Don't let life pass you by, you'll miss out of a lot. Regret sucks.

Christmas Shoes by Bob Carlisle:

1. Plot: Boy tries to buy some shoes for his dying mother on Christmas eve
2. Setting: Christmas eve, a store check out line
3. Characters: the boy, man in line, cashier, Mama, the boys dad
4. Conflict: the boy doesn't have the money for the shoes, but hes wants "mama to look beautiful if mama meets Jesus tonight"
5. Theme: Be grateful for what you have. Be charitable. Have the Christmas spirit with you always.

Just saying, if "Christmas Shoes" doesn't make you feel something, you have no soul!

Jealousy

What am I jealous of? Maya Angelou. Why? Because of the passion. Because of the flow. Because she wrote what she did under the glare of prosecution.
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
She was a black women who wasn't scared to hide her opinion. She was a brash, bold, and powerful in her writing.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
She wrote poetry, but for a purpose. But not only was it incredible but poetic. Her flow is inspiring to me.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
So all in all, more than jealous, I'm inspired by her intensity.
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
Still I Rise, my inspiration by Maya Angelou

From: me; To: life

I’m tired of girls saying their fat

I’m tired there being no tolerance for the “unworthy”

I’m tired of the constant pessimism.

I’m tired envying the girl who’s with the sweet boys.

I’m tired of being labeled!

I’m tired of "needing" make-up.

I’m tired of getting left out, of being the last told, last remembered.

I’m tired of the cold weather.

I’m tired of messing up.

I’m tired of watching Disney movies and getting jealous!

I’m tired of reading romance novels and wishing I were her.

I’m tired of Lady Gag.

I’m tired of the gossip, the lies, and the drama.

I’m tired of my friends making these stupid choices!

Love is...

Love is the feeling of his fingers intertwined with yours.

Love is giving up your dreams do see her soar.

Love is putting his happiness above your own.

Love is the cold glass of water after peppermint.

Love is a klutz walking on marbles.

Love is biting into a pineapple expecting an orange.

Love is rocky road ice cream- creamy chocolate with tons of surprises beneath the surface.

Love is your dog's head nuzzling your hand wen you're not strong enough to stand.

Love is a mother brushing her daughter's wet hair on her bed.

Love is the smile lines around Dad's eyes.

Love is the ultimate weapon in life.

Love is a lot of things, but mostly it's a long confusing journey that's worth the gas in the end.

Anticipation

And so, I sat there, staring across the small table like a deer in head lights. The silence was unnerving. And although I'd been doing it for years, breathing seemed like quite the chore. What do you do in a moment like this? I already know that you don’t ask, you apparently have to wait for the “opportune moment.” When is the opportune moment? Do you breathe in or out? What’s the procedure?

And then, with out thinking, I moved. I did the unthinkable. I didn't write a list of the pros and cons. I didn't run to consult Alex. I didn't do any of the cautionary things that I usually went though when making a big decision like this. I just did it. Looking back I realize that it may not have been the smartest thing to do, but I still did it. And honestly...I can't say I regret it.

(and no this is not about yours truly)

Pen Name

I just realized, while looking through everyone's intro, that I have no explanation as to why I choose H. J. Mackey as my pen name. Well H. J. Mackey is my favorite character in Serpent's Tide by K. L. Fogg. In the book he went by Jack instead of Howard, for obvious reasons. That is the reason I choose to use his name for this blog; that, and he's an extremely funny Australian guy!

Boulevard of Broken Dreams

I walk alone. I walk alone. A young girl's doll left on the street, gathering dust. No one else there. Shoulders weighted down with doubt. Rejection at every corner. I walk alone I walk alone.

No desire. The words "stop trying" etched into the wall. The sun hidden by a blanket of graying clouds. Unbearable heat and silence. I walk alone. I walk alone.

Locked doors on every side. A tear streaked face veiled behind dark tangled hair. Blank eyes leading to a weeping soul. The turned back of a friend. I walk alone. I walk alone.

Dirt streaked windows that light can barley penetrate. Broken flashing street signs. Crumpled attempts at art thrown away in disgust. Distorted mirrors with distorted images. Long forgotten photos burned to ashes. I walk alone.

I walk alone, along my boulevard of broken lost and forgotten dreams.

Thinking About You

I'm thinking about you. I'm thinking about you like notes think of a melody. Like hats think about heads. Like fat French men think about gooey pastries. Like ducks think of swans. I'm thinking about you like Cosmo thinks about the color blue. Like soccer balls think about Beckham. Like fireworks think of the explosion. Like cold feet think of fuzzy socks. I'm thinking about you like Elvis thinks of Hawaii. Like cats think of yarn. Like plants dream of the sunshine. I'm thinking about you like the tortoise thinks of speed. Like Mickey thinks about Minnie. Like prisoners think of their last look of open sky. Like writers think about the first line. I'm thinking about you like English teachers think of prepositional phrases. I'm thinking about you like sushi thinks of Japan. Like cactus think about rain. Like monkeys think about bananas. Like fallen leaves think of the wind. Like Santa Cause thinks of January. I'm thinking about you like Rapunzel thinks of a hair brush. Like nerds think of libraries. Like mothers think of silence. Like chips think of dip. I''m thinking about you like your the only thing to think about! I'm thinking about you like I always do; constantly.

Rock Out

You are under Direct Orders to Rock Out!

Rock out like your favorite song just came on the radio. Like you just made the goal that won the game. Like your riding the wave of a lifetime. Rock out like he just said yes. Like you are eleven and just got your letter from Hogwarts. Like your freezing to death and dancing is the only way you'll survive. Rock out like you’re out side, like you’re inside, like you’re in the doorway between the two. Rock out like you found $20.00 in your coat from last winter. Rock out like a penguin on a slip n' slide. Like you thought it was Thursday all day and you just found out it was Friday. Like its pouring out side and you have someone to run though the rain with. Rock out like your brother just came back from Iran and he wants to spend the whole day with you. Like there are miles of soft cool grass for you to run in barefoot though and never get tired. Rock out like you just found out why there is no spoon (matrix). Rock out like Lady Gaga just lost her voice. Rock out like no one is looking. Rock out like time will stop without it. Rock out like tomorrow is too late, because it could be…

Intro

Hey, welcome to my blog. I've recently started a Creative Writing Class. I've always wanted to be a better writer. I want to learn, or at least get better at, making the words flow, conveying meaning, and evoking emotion. Sometimes when I read other's words, I see art! I feel inspired! Then when I go back to read mine... eh. My voice has never had the movement that I desire in my writing. I'll admit sometimes I'll just start writing and the words just start comming and I can't write them down fast enough, but I don't feel that my true meaning is ever completly expressed. I hope that this class will be able ot help me with this goal.
As for myslef? I'm a pretty casual layed-back kind of person. I've never really felt impressed to change the world and make some kind of huge diffrence to human kind, but I do want to make an impression on the people I come in contact with. I want to be remembered. I want to be the quiet possitive influence in someone's life. Big goal, but you have to admit it would be totaly cool to be remembered instead of forgotten though time.
Anyway, I hope that who ever reads this won't be too horribly bored by my rants on life. Hope you keep reading!