this the intro to a book i am contemplating writing, please tell me what you think!
I was never a brave man, or rather I had enough sense to be a coward. I thought that it whole protect me, and to some extent it did. I never got in trouble, I sat in the back of a class room, and most of all I never, ever talked to Mira three. But in the end it did not matter at all, Mira talked to me.
Lets start with an introduction. I am annoyingly short with brown hair and dull eyes, just an average drone going about his business. I am a well respected man, or was one short hour ago. I had a good, albite monotones job in teach support and a plastic plack on my desk that proudly stated my name as phill R miller. Everyday I drove the two miles to work in my freshly ironed suite. On this particular day however I was running late because of a traffic jam and so was a bit frazzled, hair no longer combed to perfection, but sticking up in strange gravity deifying feats. I had just retrieved a warm cup of english tea from the employees lounge at work, yes tea not coffee, I have a refined palette unlike you caffeine lusting savages! On any account the day started out fine with me typing away at my computer and it continued that way until exactly 2 in afternoon, that was when Mira three arrived…
i just read a beautiful post on feminism and so in the spirit of that i decided to shear a very abridge version of the life of one of the most interesting heroins this world has ever known, and my personal hero.
Eleanor of Aquitaine
Eleanor of aquitaine was a young duchess who lost both her parents at a very young age, and soon after married king Lewis the pious. Eleanor was very strong minded and, frankly manipulative. she had lewis raped around her finger so well that he even consented to let her accompany him on a crusade. however after a few years of boredom Eleanor had had enough and divorced him to marry a young noblemen, named henry, with whom she would go on to concur both France and England, before hearing of his affair with Rosamund the fair, and being thrown into prison for allegedly turning there children against him [which admittedly was completely her]. when freed from prison years later she continued to move about the world in a flurry of action until death. Eleanor had 10 children, between her two husbands, all of whom she out lived accept her least favorite child, prince John. she also helped to better the ways in which woman of that time were treated.
thinking is hard but i need the thrill
i live in dreams, life bent to will
words are colors this is why i wright
this may seam wrong but i don’t take flight
no, i fall deep, water shutting my eyes
this is thrilling i don’t know why anyone flies
sway a story with your lightest touch
a single word can stand for much
twisted fables to catch a web
weaving a weft to some life thread
rest your eyes, few pages are bare
your sweeping tale will now sleep there
I have never fought in a battle, nor am i likely to, for i would rather be the ghost of a dead man then the one who shot him. so maybe i have no write to my own opinion on war. but i do have one. i will not pretend that i know more about theses things then anyone out there, i mean I’m in 8th grade for heavens sake, why should you listen to me? but i suppose if no one ever listened to the younger generation then nothing would ever change.
thoughts on war
i believe, like so many that war is a horrible invention caused more by idiocy then malice that we should strive to abolish. however in that endeavor i believe we have found a hopeless case simply because human beings need conflict. we insist that we have some lofty purpose when all along we were fighting to prove our strength and power. so no, i don’t believe we shall ever achieve world peace, but then again no one ever believed we could reach the moon now did they.
don’t put your trust in shooting stars
the ones that took the bait,
they scream towards earth in giddy joy
I prefer stars who wait.