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Monday, February 2nd, 2009
11:07 pm
Hi LJ
Did you miss me?

I left you alone for a long while...

maybe i'll check in more often.
Monday, March 27th, 2006
7:27 pm
Sneak Peak...

Darkened Dawn

The Darkest Hour 3

 

 

I

 

            The gateway is open.  They are coming.

 

II

 

            The oddest sound was the galloping horses.  This is a sound she has not heard in her dreams in quite a long time.  This accompanied with the dim orange glow in the night sky is disheartening.  Most of the dream is accurate.  The flames, burning bodies, and the horses fleeing the rapidly spreading blaze.  Other parts aren’t as correct.  The demons flying around for one thing.  Whispy black things soaring around the flames cackling.  She is pretty sure they weren’t there the first time. 

            The figure on the hillside is another matter.  He is standing next to a white steed watching the flames stretch into the air.  A large black cloak billows around him.  She cannot recall if this man was really there when it happened or not.    Then again, when this happened she was six years old and that was more years in the past than even she can recall.

             From this point, the events are radically different.  She watches as if floating above as a little girl stands at the edge of the inferno.  The child is crying, her tears making clear trails down her soot covered face.  The girl turns and sees the figure on the hillside.  She opens her mouth and screams something, but her voice is muffled by the collapse of the roof nearby.  The girl runs towards the figure. 

             This is all wrong.  This isn’t how it happened, she is sure of it.  This girl isn’t supposed to be running across the grass towards a shadowy figure while huge horses stampede around her.    She is supposed to be frozen in place watching her home burn to the ground.    But run she does.  Towards that man on the hillside and his beautiful white horse.  Surely a man of evil would not be riding such a regal steed?    Perhaps he can help her save her parents from their hellish demise.  Perhaps he can rescue her brothers who at this moment lay dead on the other side of the property.  The little girl doesn’t know this though.  She doesn’t realize that at 6 years old she is now truly alone.

             The man quickly mounts his horse.   His eyes remain fixated on the fire.  He knows not of the little girl racing towards him.  It is at this point the girl slams into something hard.  She cannot see the barrier preventing her from going any further.  It’s almost as if an invisible wall is blocking her path.   

            “WAIT!”  She cries, “Please help me!”  Her sobs and shouts go unheard by the man on the white horse but as he turns his horse to leave, she catches a glimpse of his face.  A glimpse of the hard war weary face framed by black hair.   It wasn’t the face she would remember though.  It was the eyes.  The deep piercing, and haunted blue eyes.

          The woman reliving this agonizing dream gasps in her sleep as the little girl places her hand against the barrier and watches her last hope rides off into the darkness.


III

 

            Adia opens her eyes and sits up in her bed.  A soft fire is fading in the fireplace across the room.  Outside, the sound of horses echoes in the night.  Something is wrong.  At this hour of the night, she shouldn’t be hearing a herd of horses running across the valley floor.  Adia pushes her blankets aside and walks across the cold wooden floor to the window.  She pushes aside the curtain and stares upon the vision below.

           Thousands of horses are stampeding across the valley.  It seems as if all the horses in the country side are fleeing.  Looking closer, Adia can see not just horses, but other animals as well.  Foxes, wolves, bears, even some odd looking creatures that she has yet to bother herself with learning the names of.   

Adia pushes open the window and leans out.  Immediately, warm air hits her.  It is barely the beginning of spring.  The air should not be this warm. 

“What is going on?” She whispers.  No sooner do the words leave her lips than a wave of intense heat washes over her.  Seconds later, a huge explosion blows her off her feet and rips the wall apart from the house.  Adia curls herself into a ball as chunks of debris and pieces of animal crash around her.

Adia shoves away pieces of wood and glass and stands up.  She reaches to grab her boots and quickly pulls them over her bare feet.   She walks quickly to the edge of the floor and looks at the remnants below.  A huge smoldering stone steams inside a crater. The air is thick with burning hair and flesh.   Now that half of her home has been ripped away, Adia has a full view of the valley and can now see what caused the animals to flee. 

Fire.

Adia jumps from her room and lands safely near the edge of the crater.  She walked quickly to the edge of the roadway and her eyes widen.

The forest around her is in flames.  Many of the trees are already blackened and collapsed.

“My god.” She says. 

The world is on fire. Adia walks down the roadway and confirms what she had hoped was not occurring.  Her second home, the peaceful city of Rhydin is gone.  In it’s place, an inferno.

 

 

Tuesday, January 31st, 2006
4:16 pm
its the most wonderful time of the year

It's my favorite time of year!

OSCARS!!!!!!!!!!!!  Below is the list i got from darkhorizons.com.  My picks are in BOLD. 

BEST PICTURE
Brokeback Mountain
Capote
Crash
Good Night, and Good Luck
Munich

ACTOR IN A LEADING ROLE
Philip Seymour Hoffman - "Capote"
Terrence Howard - "Hustle and Flow"
Heath Ledger - "Brokeback Mountain"
Joaquin Phoenix - "Walk the Line"
David Strathairn - "Good Night, and Good Luck"

ACTRESS IN A LEADING ROLE
Judi Dench - "Mrs. Henderson Presents"
Felicity Huffman - "Transamerica"
Keira Knightley - "Pride and Prejudice"
Charlize Theron - "North Country"
Reese Witherspoon - "Walk the Line"

DIRECTING
George Clooney - "Good Night and Good Luck"
Paul Haggis - "Crash"
Ang Lee - "Brokeback Mountain"
Bennett Miller - "Capote"
Steven Spielberg - "Munich"

ACTOR IN A SUPPORTING ROLE
George Clooney - "Syriana"
Matt Dillon - "Crash"
Paul Giamatti - "Cinderella Man"
Jake Gyllenhaal - "Brokeback Mountain"
William Hurt - "A History of Violence"

ACTRESS IN A SUPPORTING ROLE
Amy Adams - "Junebug"
Catherine Keener - "Capote"
Frances McDormand - "North Country"
Rachel Weisz - "The Constant Gardener"
Michelle Williams - "Brokeback Mountain"

ANIMATED FEATURE FILM
Howl's Moving Castle
Tim Burton's Corpse Bride
Wallace and Gromit: The Curse of the Were-Rabbit

SCREENPLAY (Adapted)
"Brokeback Mountain"
"Capote"
"The Constant Gardener"
"A History of Violence"
"Munich"

SCREENPLAY (Original)
"Cinderella Man"
"Good Night, and Good Luck"
"Match Point"
"The Squid and the Whale"
"Syriana"

ART DIRECTION
Good Night, And Good Luck
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
King Kong
Memoirs of a Geisha
Pride & Prejudice

CINEMATOGRAPHY
Batman Begins
Brokeback Mountain
Good Night, And Good Luck
Memoirs of a Geisha
The New World

COSTUME DESIGN
Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
Memoirs of a Geisha
Mrs. Henderson Presents
Pride & Prejudice
Walk the Line

DOCUMENTARY FEATURE
Darwin's Nightmare
Enron: The Smartest Guys in the Room
March of the Penguins
Murderball
Street Fight

DOCUMENTARY SHORT SUBJECT
The Death of Kevin Carter: Casualty of the Bang Bang Club
God Sleeps in Rwanda
The Mushroom Club
A Note of Triumph: The Golden Age of Norman Corwin

FILM EDITING
Cinderella Man
The Constant Gardener
Crash
Munich
Walk the Line

FOREIGN LANGUAGE FILM
Don't Tell
Joyeux Noel
Paradise Now
Sophie Scroll - The Final Days
Tsotsi

MAKEUP
The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe
Cinderella Man
Star Wars: Episode III Revenge of the Sith

MUSIC (SCORE)
Gustavo Santaolalla - "Brokeback Mountain"
Alberto Iglesias - "The Constant Gardener"
John Williams - "Memoirs of a Geisha"
John Williams - "Munich"
Dario Marianelli - "Pride & Prejudice"

MUSIC (SONG)
"In the Deep" - Crash

"It's Hard Out Here for a Pimp" - Hustle & Flow
"Travelin' Thru" - TransAmerica

SHORT FILM (ANIMATED)
Badgered
The Moon and the Son: An Imagined Conversation
The Mysterious Geographic Explorations of Jasper Morello
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One Man Band

SHORT FILM (LIVE ACTION)
Ausreisser (The Runaway)
Cashback
The Last Farm
Our Time is Up
Six Shooter

SOUND EDITING
King Kong
Memoirs of a Geisha
War of the Worlds

SOUND MIXING
The 
Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe
King Kong
Memoirs of a Geisha
Walk the Line
War of the Worlds

VISUAL EFFECTS
The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe
King Kong
War of the Worlds

Monday, October 31st, 2005
10:56 am
Happy Halloween!

Night:

The tavern was full of dim light and a dull roar of coversations taking place around the bar.  The lanterns on the walls cast a comfortable glow around the one room tavern.  Bright enough to see where you're putting your glass but just dark enough to keep the person sitting next to you in gloomy shadows.

This is a place where people come to drink alone.  Despite the dull roar, most people don't come here to talk. 

Case in point:  The woman at the end of the bar.  She is sitting hunched forward, her hands gripping the frosty mug of ale before her.  Her head hidden beneath a hooded cloak should have been sign enough that she wasn't here for pleasant conversation. 

Some people aren't very observant however, and despite the woman's demeanor, a young man of about 20 approached her.

"I don't think this is the kinda place a young woman should be sitting alone."

"Go away."  The woman said.

The young man glanced over his shoulder and grinned at his friends.  He leaned forward and placed his hand on the bar next to her.

"See, ma'am.  This is a dangerous part of town.  I just want to make sure you're sa-YeAHH!" 

The man's sentance finished in a howling scream as the woman's hand shot out from the glass and gripped three of his fingers.  She jerked them backwards, yanking them from the sockets.

"The only danger here is me."  She said as she drained the last of her ale.  She shoved the man aside as she stood up. 

Her hood fell away revealing her long brown hair and deep brown eyes.  A blue crystal glowed around her neck.  She tossed a few gold pieces onto the rough wooden bar and stepped over the shaking sobbing young man.

"That wasn't very nice of you girl." 

The man's friends stood in a line in front of the woman.

She tilted her head slightly, surveying the group.  Farmer's kids for sure.  Fresh of the fields after the first harvest.  She'd already hurt one pretty badly.  She could see the barkeep getting antsy. 

She sighed.

"I don't want any trouble here."  She said.

"Oh you got trouble Girley.  Three cases of it standing right here in front of you."

The woman stepped forward and sent her fists flying into the faces of the two cronies standing on either side of the big talker.   They both collapsed to the floor, dazed. She delivered a kick square to the leader's forhead and sent him sprawling to the ground.

"No trouble at all."  She said. 

"You about done, Adia?"  A deep voice asked from the door way.

Adia looked up and saw a tall man leaning against the entryway, his arms crossed, black hair falling around his face.

"Time to go to work."  Damian said and left the tavern.

Adia sighed and looked and the men on the ground and then at the door, "Welcome home."

                  The Darkest Hour

                  One Shot:

      The City of Endless Night

 

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Saturday, September 17th, 2005
7:08 pm
please take a moment
Subject: Marriage Bill AB-849

Friends,

California is so close to the passage of a same-sex marriage bill. It’s AB-849. All we need now is the Governor's signature. Though he's threatened to veto it, he HASN'T yet. We need to tell him that the people of California are for legalizing same-sex marriage. So please call him! It only takes a few seconds. Here’s how:

Call his office at (916) 445-2841 and follow these simple steps. (You don't even have to talk to anyone!)

1. Press "2" to comment on legislation
2. Press "1" to comment on AB 849 (AB 849 is the gender neutral bill that will allow same-sex couples to marry)
3. Press "1" to support it

That's all there is to it!

Please forward to friends and family who might lend their support.
Thursday, September 15th, 2005
4:58 pm
"Mr. President, this job can't be fun for you any more. There's no more money to spend--you used up all of that. You can't start another war because you used up the army. And now, darn the luck, the rest of your term has become the Bush family nightmare: helping poor people. Listen to your Mom. The cupboard's bare, the credit cards maxed out. No one's speaking to you. Mission accomplished.

"Now it's time to do what you've always done best: lose interest and walk away. Like you did with your military service and the oil company and the baseball team. It's time. Time to move on and try the next fantasy job. How about cowboy or space man? Now I know what you're saying: there's so many other things that you as President could involve yourself in. Please don't. I know, I know. There's a lot left to do. There's a war with Venezuela. Eliminating the sales tax on yachts. Turning the space program over to the church. And Social Security to Fannie Mae. Giving embryos the vote.

"But, Sir, none of that is going to happen now. Why? Because you govern like Billy Joel drives. You've performed so poorly I'm surprised that you haven't given yourself a medal. You're a catastrophe that walks like a man. Herbert Hoover was a shitty president, but even he never conceded an entire city to rising water and snakes.

"On your watch, we've lost almost all of our allies, the surplus, four airliners, two trade centers, a piece of the Pentagon and the City of New Orleans. Maybe you're just not lucky. I'm not saying you don't love this country. I'm just wondering how much worse it could be if you were on the other side.

"So, yes, God does speak to you. What he is saying is: 'Take a hint.' "

-Bill Maher

A-fucking-men Bill.
Monday, September 12th, 2005
3:35 pm
worry warts
Power is back. Everything is fine.
Thursday, August 11th, 2005
10:28 am
i be smart
45954 words
Congratulations! You scored 138!
You scored as knowing approximately 45954 words and word meanings. This officially qualifies you as "college material."




My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender:


free online dating free online dating
You scored higher than 57% on words known
Link: The How Many Words do You Know Test written by 476herschel on Ok Cupid
Tuesday, August 2nd, 2005
12:33 pm
go here and add friend!
(if you have myspace that is)

www.myspace.com/lindseycoy
Tuesday, July 19th, 2005
10:19 pm
Half Blood Prince
Oh.

My.

God.


Amazing.
Saturday, May 14th, 2005
11:55 pm
5:15 pm
one word
Am I thoe only one diggin the new Kelly Osbourne song? I fuckin love it. I even requested tickets to see her sing it at Jimmy Kimmel Live!

PS Melanie I have a Darren Hayes song I want to send you! It's called Darkness, let me know if you haven't heard it. It's the tops. :P

Current Mood: hungry
Tuesday, April 26th, 2005
1:56 pm

Monday, April 25th, 2005
11:03 pm
www.oneword.com

The word is Iron:
Strong steel i grip in my hand. A dark metal, hard, coarse to the touch. It is in my veins and in the earth. We walk upon it and cannot live without it.
7:23 pm
a bit of art

So she stood.

In front of the mirror.  Her short cropped lavender hair moist with sweat.  A single bang floating down over her eyes. 

"I hate you."  She says to the reflection.

"But I love you."  The reflection answers back.  The lavender hair, the thick mascara, the smeared lipstick.

"I don't give a fuck.  I hate you and I will always hate you and I don't give a fuck what you think!"

The reflection lowers her head and begins to cry.

"I'm sorry."  The reflection says, "I am so sorry for what you feel."

"You don't know what love is.  You don't understand it."  She says.

"But I do...I swear it that I do."

"You don't."  She reaches forward, caressing the reflection.  The soft wet eyes, the pale pink cheeks.

"Love is getting lost and not caring."  the reflection says.

"Love is a cliche."  She says.

"Love is not letting go for anything."

"Love is dying inside."

The reflection reaches forward and touches her hand.

"Love is opening your soul..."

"or a vein."  She says.

She traces her finger along the jawline of the reflection, across the dry lips, the long neck.

"It isn't about pain."  The reflection whispers.

"But that's all it is."

She folds her fingers into a fist.  Tight, rock like. 

"I love you."  The reflection wishpers.

"I hate you so much."  She cries softly, "Let me hate you."

The reflection falls silent.

She slams her fist into the glass.

The world crumbles.

She cries and the reflection lies in pieces. 

"I love you."  The reflections whisper, a thousand voices at once, "You can shatter me into a million pieces and I will love you."

She looks down into the reflections.  She looks down into her selves.

"Why do I hate you?"  She asks her selves, "Why do I hate you?"

The reflections are silent.

They have no answer, for they do not know.

She cries.  She cries and cries until the reflections are lost in a sea of black.  She cries and she wonders.

She has no answer.  For she does not know.

Saturday, April 23rd, 2005
10:01 pm
Yellow.
So for any of you out ther ewho are at all interested in what this Emo Kid looks like...I have put a couple pictures of me over on my Myspace profile. So head on over to:

www.myspace.com/garon

and check em out. They're kinda old but it's a start. I'll take a few more later.

I also posted a new blog there too. I don't want to post one here also because it will be the same thing so just read it there lol.
Tuesday, April 19th, 2005
12:24 am
a sampling
The music was intoxicating. Rhythmic, pulsing, alive. It thundered throughout the rave club like a wave of fire, setting every ear aflame.

Bodies throbbed. Hundreds of young men and women swaying and rocking. Their faces masks of bliss. Ecstacy, pure and unbound. The world outside doesn't exist. There is only now. There is only here. There is only the music.

In the mass of bodies, stands a girl. Everyone around here is moving. Everyone around her is dancing. Everyone around her is happy.

She is not.

In the flashes of light, the greens, the reds, the blues, and the purples, no one notices her tears. No one notices the think lines of black mascara running down her cheeks. No one notices the redness of her eyes or the red lines along her arms.

She is not moving, standing shock still, tears flowing down her face with silent sobs, blood running down her arms with silent unspoken pain.

Her name is Kat, and no one notices.
Friday, April 8th, 2005
7:28 pm
muzak
so im checking out some tunes and i've just gotten a few marilyn Manson songs...who'd a thunk he's good!! more later.
Wednesday, April 6th, 2005
11:14 pm
FUBAR
Any suggestions for new music I can lose myself in?
Thursday, March 31st, 2005
10:33 pm
exciting
Sin City comes out tomorrow and I dont have the money to go see it! BAAHH. Being poor sucks.
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