Back . . . somewhat. ^ ^'

hεÿ, ï'ṿε вεεṉ υṉαвlε τø ģετ τø ṃÿ вløģ ƒøɾ α lïττlε ώhïlε ḋυε τø ṃε вεïṉģ αώαÿ ƒɾøṃ ṃÿ сøṃρ, αṉḋ τhε ṡτøɾṃṡ hεɾε. αṉÿ ώαÿ, ï'll вε αώÿ τïll α lïττlε ώhïlε αƒτεɾ сhɾïṡτṃαṡ. hαρρÿ hølïḋαÿṡ εṿεɾÿ øṉε!
                                ~ʐετα ḋ. ïṡααсṡ ^.~♥

Stitches, my E. A. Poe M.T. writing

Stitches

    SUMMON! He calls us, our master who made us. As we ran to his aid, we saw the town. All was chaos, each stitch and knot, none was left. White bits of fluff surrounded our master like the dust from the Cotton Deserts. I would climb thy Needle of Life and seek his shadow. We shall swim in the red river which flowed from his own fabric. Once we reached him he had gone immobile like the others without his sewing. How did it happen, we thought, how? Shall we ever find the other who helped him create our being, our patterns, and our lives. I would look up to see the attacker, our once great master's killer. She was there, on the red rock of magic lances. Her crimson top mixed with a slightly blue tip. "Hide," our leader would say, "hide! The Crimson one's lord is entering!" We would duck and shake as they entered our master's domain. They would laugh at his immobile body, like he was a miss-stitched plushie. I would grow red with anger and yell, only to my own horror as they bent down to pick me up. I've found it, they would say, I found his treasure. They would take me away, whispering what they'd do to me after they got the treasure. Me, I would think, how could I be a treasure? They would hold me down as they used a small Cutter to open my torso. There, they said, there. They would rip a red orb out, and I would shake. They laugh evilly and whisper something in my ear, "Your heart is worth a ruby to his." With that I would see the cutters near my neck and- SNIP.

Family

I was just thinking, what do I call my family? Well . . . I thought about it and came up with this, family is some one VERY close to whom I can trust. My close friends are my family as well as my close blood family.
    Zeta D. Isaacs

So Far On HSS!

Hey, High School SUCKS! is actually longer then I have up, I'm just too lazy to type the other three pages so yeah. I will type more tomarrow and maybe tonight.

High School SUCKS!

High School SUCKS!

    It was my first day at school. I got out of the doughnut shop and began to walk home. I thought about what had happened today . . .

 

    It was 8:30 a.m., I had walked a little faster than planned. I was left standing outside the school gate. I looked behind me as a H2 came into view. A group of kids were dropped off. My heart skipped a beat. One of the kids looked my age, short light brown hair, brown eyes, cute nose, I quickly turned away. The littler kids walked to their side area to wait, the two oldest walked to their side area and stood next to me. They began talking to each other when the older of the two noticed me. "Hey," He remarked to me, "The little kids line is over there." He pointed. I turned around angry, "I'm the 8^th grade you baka!" He had surprised look on his face and the other snickered. "How old do you think I am!?" He smirked, "Nine or ten-ish." I balled my fists. "Who the hell do you think you are!" He now stepped back. "Dude, chill. He was just joking," the other said. I looked at him and relaxed. "What ever . . ." The two just looked at each other then back at me. "So . . ." the taller one said. I looked at both of them. "Ugh . . . I might as well introduce myself. After all, I might have classes with you. I'm Liam." "Tyler," the shorter one said. " "Angel," the other spoke. After that more kids showed up and we all went to class. I did share a class with Tyler.

Bored, feeling sick, and can't sleep.

Hey . . . Its 12:40 am here. I was feeling sick earlier and (And still now) and desided to go to bed early. My mistake. I woke a hour later and couldn't fall back asleep. I guess I'm just gonna write some. Any way, chao for now. ^ ^'
       ~Zeta D. Isaacs :3

Holidays

Hey. ^ ^ Its been a little while. I'll be posting some writing I've already written, just not typed for a the next week or too. I might even post some pics because I'm making my gifts this year. Me being artsie, I l♥ve to make things, so I'm making peoples gifts. Any way, for ANY jewish folks out there, happy sixth night of our eight crazy nights. L♥ve you all!
Zeta D. Isaacs ^.~♥

Grimm’s Gone Wrong

Grimm's Gone Wrong

    It was a dark night, the full moon was the only source of light, causing a large, oblong shadow to loom over the field to Grandmother's house. The Wolf, a strange creature with blood red eyes and the thirst for human flesh. He jumped from top of the hill and landed in front of the houses door. He torn threw the wooden barrier and leap through the new opening. All lights were off and he began to prowl, searching. She's here, he thought, she's here, I know it. He went to the bedroom were a bloody figure was.

    "Welcome home my friend," The figure said.

    The Wolf bowed and the figure came into the moon's light.

    "It is good to be home, Red," The Wolf snarled, "How is your grandmother?"

    "Dead," Red stated in a cold tone, "I killed her."

    The Wolf grinned, his fangs shinning in the moon light.

    "Quickly," Red said, "We must leave. The Mystic Police will be here soon."

    "As you wish, Little Red."

    The girl leaped onto The Wolf's back. Only the bloody corpse in the bed saw the duo leave, with a golden ring.