tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082387925459796792024-02-21T07:32:51.742+11:00AvengingJayI like to blog about anything and everything and I am willing to write it if you want it.AvengingJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09452766475411733945noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708238792545979679.post-89359210050343819002014-04-28T10:56:00.000+10:002014-04-28T10:56:18.993+10:00Lost in Space<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<b>Lost in Space</b></div>
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<b>By AvengingJay</b></div>
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Mars, a dull, dusty, red rock floating through space, once
thought to be uninhabitable is now home to ten or so humans all wondering, why
were they chosen? Each of us were special in one way or another, some were
engineers, others chefs, doctors or scientists with PhD like myself.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“You” He pointed his stubby finger at the group of people in
front of him, “You are going to do remarkable things for not only your country
but, the world.” I almost remember that day like it was yesterday.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i> I was sitting in Federation Square next to my
little sister, Alex. Our pompous ‘leader’ walks out and delivers the same
speech as all the other countries leaders had done the night before. He was
handed the golden envelop that contained the unfortunate souls name. ‘How
cliché’ I thought as he opened it. My sister held onto my hand tightly as the
words dropped from his mouth.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>“Dr. Skylar Evans,
leading biologist at Monash University” I froze. I could feel their eyes on me,
watching for my every move, for my ever reaction. I think I blacked out because
the next thing I remember was shaking hands with the man that was slowly and
silently destroying our country.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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“SKY! SKY OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW.” That thick English
accent coming though my wall belonged to Thomas Smith. My only friend on this
red hell is currently ruining my time away from “THE DEVIL! HE’S ON HIS WAR
PATH.” I opened the door and Thomas came flying in nearly knocking me over. He
was bloody and bruised, not a good sign. I automatically went to the first aid
kit that I ‘stole’ from the supply cupboard and tried to patch up his face to
the best of my ability. Cleaning the blood from his pale skin and dark hair I
noticed hand marks around his neck.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“What is Bryce trying to do, kill you?” He chuckled a little
but winced, “What did you do this time?” I asked knowingly.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Absolutely nothing, I was in the lab doing some test when
he just started to bash me. He would have killed me if it wasn't for one of the
chefs coming in.” I finished patching him up when a knock on the door came. I
knew who it would be and what he wanted. Elliot Bryce, AKA the Devil, was an
ex-soldier who was dishonorably discharged for his ‘aggressive disciplinary
methods’. The devil was the biggest pain for the handful of people that lived
here on this desolate planet. He would beat us to within an inch of our life if
he felt we had disobeyed him in anyway and if anyone came to our aid they too,
would be beaten. He was chosen to lead us, he was chosen to be our leader.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Sky hide” Thomas whispered trying to push me into the
cupboard. I stopped him and shook my head.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“He isn't going to get the best of me. He can beat me and
bash me but I will never hid, I will never give in or give up. I promised Alex”
A silent tear ran down my cheek as I thought of my little sister. I opened the
door. There he was, in all his ‘glory’. It wasn’t like he was overly tall but
he just held himself with an air of importance. His shoulders were always
square and his chest puffed out like a parrot, his cold brown eyes tried to
make me flinch but no matter how hard he stared, no matter how hard he hit I
would always ‘disobey’ his orders.<o:p></o:p></div>
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AVENGING JAY<o:p></o:p></div>
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I laid in a crumpled heap upon the floor. My normally snow
white arms were blacker than the space that surrounded me. I felt a drop of
either blood or sweat roll down my cheek as I tried to breathe. There was
something different about this beating. He seemed vacant, normally he would
wear an evil smirk and belittle you but this time he was deathly white and just
going through the motions, there was no fire behind his punches. That doesn't
mean they didn't hurt. The beating lasted twice as long as it usually would, this
is why I am still on the cold metal floor, physically unable to move any of my
limbs.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I thought back, back to the previous month. I was so happy,
being with my little sister and working hard, I felt free but now, now I was
trapped. I could not talk with my family, the only communication was with some
of Earth’s high and mighty leaders and even that was rare. To get a connection
that lasted longer than a few seconds we had to plan for weeks and even then you
never knew how long it would last.<o:p></o:p></div>
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A rough hand pulled me to my feet, Thomas. He had come for
me, to fix my wounds, to make sure I healed properly. ‘<i>Something is wrong’ </i>I thought. His movements were jerky and rushed.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Sky we have to go!” He pulled me by my arm at such a rate I
thought it would be ripped from it’s socket.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Where are we going?” I mumble through the pain.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Away” He stated flatly<o:p></o:p></div>
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“From where?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“This planet” These were the last words ever spoken in the
camp. All the building had begun to explode. If you weren't killed by the
explosion you were sucked out into space. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I remember the last thing that entered my eyes was the
Earth, just sitting peacefully behind all the smoke, rubble, and chaos.<o:p></o:p></div>
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AVENGING JAY<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Sir, the Mars colony has been successfully destroyed. No
one survived.” The stern solider said before saluting his superior and leaving
the room. The balding man behind the desk smiled before picking up the phone.<o:p></o:p></div>
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AVENGING JAY<o:p></o:p></div>
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I will never know why they had blown us up but as soon as
our names were called out at the ceremony we were to forever float around
space, we were forever lost in space.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b>Hey, hey, hey people. Two posts within on year!?!?! Say what. Yes, I know this piece is a short story, I wrote it for an English essay and got a pretty good score so I thought why not. I just wanted to share this with you guys and see what you all think.</b></div>
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<b>If you want more short stories or even a few longer stories than just let me know :)</b></div>
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Keep on Avenging</div>
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AvengingJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09452766475411733945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708238792545979679.post-42184547794996927672014-01-27T12:48:00.002+11:002014-01-27T12:54:34.333+11:00Celebrities and crimeHowdy guys!<br />
This blog was inspired by the recent media fiasco that is Justin Bieber. Whether you love his music or not, his actions speak louder than words. I know by saying what I am going to say will cause a little hate but we all have opinions and this is mine. He is a spoiled brat that needs to be taught that just because he is famous does not excuse any of his actions. Justin Bieber should be made accountable for all his actions with no exceptions. Any damage he has cause should be paid for from his pocket and he should be sentenced as any normal person would. His appearance in court via video feed is ridiculous, he should be made to sit in front of the judge in the court house.<br />
Of course Justin Bieber isn't the first celebrity to go under the heat, many successful celebrities have been to jail or court for charges, many related to drug use. Robert Downey Jr for insistence, he was made accountable for his actions and now has a very successful career.<br />
Unfortunately not all celebs see the error of their ways and many become repeat offenders receiving nothing but another slap on the wrist. What kind of world do we live in where a crime is not punished accordingly?<br />
As a child I was taught that everyone was equal not matter the walk of life they come from. This isn't a new concept but in this day and age it feels like it is being forgotten/ignored because someone is famous or of another nationality. Famous or not everyone should be punished according to the severity of their crimes and nothing less. If we want to teach the next generation that you can't get away with doing the wrong thing we must show them that even when their role models do the wrong thing they get punished.<br />
I know life isn't fair but we can at least make the justice system a little fairer.<br />
As always if you have anything to say about this topic go ahead and comment but keep it respectful. Everyone has an opinion and that should not be judged.<br />
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Have a great day<br />
AvengingJay :-)AvengingJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09452766475411733945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708238792545979679.post-37464931453244339482013-05-18T18:51:00.000+10:002013-08-27T09:18:14.097+10:00Weight; Is being curvey a bad thing?<br>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There is a big argument around the world that thinner is better or thinner is prettier. Well I think anyone who says that are just jealous of the hips they don't have. We have all gone to school and have felt uncomfortable about your weight but why? Because we are programed to want to be better whether that be physically or mentally but we also want to be something we just aren't. Unfortunately this means many women and even men are concuss about of size and appearance. People say there no such thing as perfection but I think they're wrong. Perfection is what you think is your very best and no matter what anyone else think it will always be perfect.</span><br>
<span style="font-family: Arial;">Why is there a standard that say if your a little bit curvier then others you're fat or overweight and what people don't understand is that our world is full of opposites, there is always going to be day time and night and its the same with weight. We are never going to live in a world where all men have rock hard abs or where all women have a perfectly flat tummy. Its just the reality. I'm not saying that it's because people don't want to be slender it's because of genetics and the cruel game it plays. If you come from a curvy family chances are you are going to match and the same with slender people. That's how the cookie crumbles and how our genes want us to look. Unfortunately that means some people will be curvy their whole life and not be able to change because physical they just can't but that doesn't mean people who have eaten themselves into curviness stay that way. They're have a choice to change.</span><br>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">"To be curvy is to be unhealthy" some say, clearly they don't understand the term healthy and need to be educated because you can weight 100kg and still be healthy it just genetics. Eat well doesn't necessarily mean your going to be as skinny as a model but you will lose some weight that many have been gain over the Christmas holidays or over a winter fest. I know people who exercise three nights a week and eat right but are still curvy because their whole family are just programmed that way. How many athletes have been called fat because they are getting a bit curvier. They train for a career. It isn't exercise for them it life but every now and then their body just gains a little weight and the get negative feedback from fans, coaches and the devil of media.</span><br>
<span style="font-family: Arial;">I hope that people finally realize that we are all different and that we will never EVER life up to society's expectations or views on perfection. So please don't try to be something you aren't. If you are happy with the way you look don't listen to anyone else because what other people say and think of you is none of your business. </span><br>
<span style="font-family: Arial;">Writing any piece I'm going to get people who can relate and people who hate but with weight if people start commenting rude or hateful thing other people may get hurt so please consider others before commenting. I didn't write this piece because I want to hurt others I wrote it because in my honest opinion to have curves is awesome. It adds definition to a woman. It makes us what we truly are. </span><br>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">ps I'm sorry I haven't been posting as much as I said I would but I'll try to do it more frequently (once a fortnight... Maybe).</span></div>
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AvengingJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09452766475411733945noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708238792545979679.post-50980071297059490942012-12-03T01:09:00.002+11:002012-12-03T01:09:20.084+11:00Good Movies<span style="font-size: large;">Hey readers Avenging Jay here. This is my first blog and I am excited. I just want to let you guys know that I will be updating every Monday and Friday (AEST) but if I'm late don't worry I will have it up within 24 hours.<br />So lets get started First topic is good movies. Now I have seen a lot of movies from children movies to adult movies (MA) and I have a few favorites. If you can't guess from the name Avenging Jay is my name loving the Avenger is my game. Yes I love the Avengers. Actually any Marvel Movie I find enjoyable after the 10th time but that just me.Moving on until I freak out next on my list is Sherlock Holmes. A movie that had me hanging on the edge of my sofa from start to finish. Another favorite of mine has to be Troy. Trojans + all star actors = good movie. I'm not joking the movie is fantastic and I annoy my friends just talking about it.<br />Gnoemo and Juliet. A good movie for the whole family. With music from Elton John what not to like? There is one last movie that slots into Good Movies and that has to be with no doubt at all the Justin Beiber movie..... Na I'm just kidding it has to be Marley and Me. This movie just pulled me in and made me feel so much emotion. Tell me that you didn't cry when Marley was put to sleep. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Anywho this concludes my Blog about Good Movies. Please comment about topic you would like me to talk about.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Bonus Question: What is your favourite movie?</span><br />
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