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About Rogue

About me?? Well I write, I draw, and create 3D animations. I started a small animation company called BrokeTown Studios. With my friend Juan "Hero" Guzman who is the creator of a comic called Hubris.

The Stranger

­Carlos Andres Gomez one of my favorite poets just told me I only have 60 seconds to live

And I could only take one memory with me

“Which will it be?” he says

Then the flashbacks start and my head hurts as I see my memories unfold in front of me

Will it be of my dad

A handsome noble man who had nothing in his name but love to give me and my brothers

And tried his best to raise this awkward girl?

No not that one

Or one of my grandmother?

A beautiful strong woman who figured after seven kids she is done raising them

But saw the fate of laid before us

So she decided to change our fate in order to keep us together

Whom worked harder to keep a roof and food in our bellies so we won’t know the pain of hunger again

No…that not it

What about my younger brothers?

Four sweet and innocent young men over towering their older sister whom sometimes forget that they are the little ones

The only thing that was constant in my childhood and though we are growing up and apart

I still love them

No…that’s not right either

What about of my friends?

Who know almost everything about me the only ones I hardly ever hide anything from

Their warm friendship I obtain after years of hate and solitude

They showed me the true meaning of friendship and what fun really is

No….there are too many memories trying to figure it out is much harder than it seems

And I feel like giving up how can I possibly take only one?

When there is so many?

Then I see it a man with dyed blonde hair

His roots turning his natural dark brown color

Studying a picture book I made while holding his left hand to his heart

Wait…rewind…it goes back to that night my last day in Toronto

I was soaked from head to toe looking for this golden griddle restaurant

Sad cause I just seen a distance memory on a passerby face who looked like a dead friend

Losing half my art supplies

Haven’t actually eat anything from being sick for an entire week

Feeling like an outcast in a group of kind people who are all going to the same place

Yeah I couldn’t possibly see how worse or better this day can get

Then I see him bent down in front of me taking lyrics of familiar sounding monitors

And suddenly my shittacular day doesn’t seem so shittacular

“Who is he?” Carlos says

“A stranger who only up until now I’ve seen.”

Then I start to question myself why out of all my memories does this one stand out?

Tim Horton’s 1:00 am everyone is saying their good-byes

He over hears a conversation me and his friend are having

“So you’re leaving tomorrow.”

“Yes sir.”

“Wait what?!?! Why?!?!”

“I have been here for a week and I have a show on Sunday so they need me for set up tomorrow night.”

He throws his arms around me holding me to the point of suffocation my ribs hurt so damn much

“I can’t breath” I tell him

And at this point I really want to know what was he thinking because of letting me go

So I can get some you know something called oxygen he instead tells me

“It happens that way sometimes.”

I laugh and I’m lost for words trying to figure out what the hell was he thinking

Any tighter and I’m afraid my ribs might break

“Jeff…”

“Hmm.”

“Seriously let me go cause I can’t breath you’re holding me too tight.”

He looks at me smiles, his gaze soft, and I can’t help but feeling at peace.

I can’t begin to understand why this one out of all of them but I say;

“Carlos, I think I’ll take this memory with me.”

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Posted by on April 12, 2011 in Free Write

 

The Glitch Character Concepts: Heroes Edition

 
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Posted by on April 8, 2011 in The Glitch: Heroes Edition, Uncategorized

 

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Guys I’m A Cubs Fan….

APRIL FOOLS!! People walk through this world with so much baggage and those with the most baggage is the cub fans. All that false hope tisk tisk tisk…but seriously you couldn’t pay me enough to be loyal to a bunch of losers. I mean even if I lived to be the oldest woman ever they still would be championship-less. Yeah, Yeah, Yeah I hear you Cubs Fans, “You can’t keep bragging about a championship back in 2005” but hey at least its still in the 21st century! When I’m still alive and kicking!! Can you tell that lovely brutal baseball rivalry is upon Chicago? To the season where friends, couples, and families become mortal enemies…its better than Christmas.

Well aside from the baseball season things are just a bit crazy in BrokeTown Studios. As for individual projects Hero’s Hubris comic is getting more and more exciting. And he started a new comic concept revolving around Van Helsing daughter….its amazing! I’ve been waiting for this one! Brenda is doing well in her craft she did a great BrokeTown Studios logo. Rocio is presenting The Stooie Bros with posters she been working on with me and she is editing the Book Of Days. Jonas is having fun with his synthesizer I can’t wait to hear what he got composed. I’m trying to get into the habit of writing in this blog every other day. And trying to cross off things to get done so far I have two done…only 298 to go…sigh. As a group The Glitch is coming along nicely we are up to 3 volumes; Hopefully some time in May we will release vol. 1. Some of us are helping a couple musicians we know. As mentioned earlier a group known as The Stooie Bros will be presented with concept posters, to be released to their fans. And there is a certain band from Canada we want to help do a show in Chicago I hope that goes well. If anyone out there reads these posts…whoever you are thank you from the bottom of my heart.

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Posted by on April 1, 2011 in Free Write

 

Chapter 2: Comrades

What the hell just happened? Where am I? Hector! Diablo! Remy! Eddie! Where are you guys?! Why is it dark? I get up I know I can’t possibly be in Chicago any longer because there is no scent of black and mild, there isn’t a sound of the police sirens in the distance, plus I hit a couple trees. So if I’m not in Little Village, then where the fuck am I? I keep walking around but there is something wrong, my back, it hurts like hell. When I reach to the spot my hand is covered in blood. But I can careless about my own health, the guys are my top priority right now. It’s really dark so it’s kind of hard to see, I must at least an hour I’m still lost nowhere to go. I call for the guys but its kills me. That every time I called for them it just falls on deaf ears. I trip over something rather large. I really don’t know what though I look through my pockets to find my mp3 for the light. From the light, I try to figure out who it is, from what I can tell it is a boy, he has long hair, maybe its Remy. I examine his face closely, the boy has black warpaint under his eyes it’s one of the fighters. Without thinking I punch him, I couldn’t help it, as far as I’m concern he deserves it, the boy looks up at me.
“Where are they?!” I said, he starts to get up I move back “What the hell did you do to my friends?” he stands in front of me staring me down. I clinch my fist so tight that I can see the white of my knuckles.

I went to punch him again, but this time he catches it. I try with my left hand; He catches the that one too, “Your friends? Those boys you were with?” he said, he has a good grip on me. He twist my arm and forces it down to my sides, thank-God my arms are double jointed but nevertheless it still hurts like hell. It comes to the point where it stand on my tip toes in order to lessen the pain I come face to face with the boy. “The ones you hurt, where are they?!”
“I didn’t hurt them, another man did.”
“Where the fuck are they?!” I said as I try to break away but its no use “Ahh, let me go.”
“I do not know where your comrades are” he said, he moves one of his hands on my back the blood is drying up now. I’m finally able to pull away, I start to walk I’m not going to argue with a man that is completely useless to me and who piss me off, just by looking at him.
“Do you know where you are headed?”
“No, and at this point I don’t care.” I start to walk faster but I guess it’s not as fast I thought because he manages to pull me back. “You are in the Moonlit Forest you won’t be able to find your friends until tomorrow morning.” He said, although it looks like he is saying this in a friendly way I can assure you that it wasn’t. I turn around, the cold exterior in his eyes makes me uneasy his eyes light up this dark forest I feel a knot in my throat. Funny, how things can change as soon as you meet a person in the eye. I finally muster up the courage to talk again but I don’t dare look him in the eye. “I have to try the guys are out there.” I meet his gaze again “Are you going to help me?”
“I don’t have much of a choice now do I?” he walks past me but not without grabbing my wrist. Oww, Although he is hurting me he doesn’t seem much of a bad guy, even if he is I probably wouldn’t be standing, now would I? At least not after what I did, I look at him
“My name is Katie, by the way.” I said
“Ezekiel, what are the names of your friends” Ezekiel said
“Well…how about this I introduce you to them.” Ezekiel leads the way,

We are silent through out the trip….Remy….please hang in there! We walk around for what it seems like two hours. I start to think that he doesn’t know where we were going. I want to use the light from the mp3 but Ezekiel tells me to put it away. I hear something in the distance it sounds like thunder Ezekiel stops “What is it?” I said, but he doesn’t respond, the sound is getting closer Ezekiel then pushes me “What the hell?” he walks towards me and he picks up something that sits between the two of us. “Nice to see you too, Allen.” Ezekiel said

The man known as Allen steps out of the shadows he’s on top of a horse “How was the trip?” Allen said
“Boring.” Ezekiel said
“And Filek?” Allen said
“Dead.” he said
“And this is?” Allen said, as he looks down at me with a sly smile
“Her name is Katie.” Ezekiel said, Allen gets off the horse and with that sly smile he raises my hand to his lips “What a pleasure it is to meet you.” He kisses my hand “So what is a lovely young lady like you doing with a vulgar man like Ezekiel?” Allen said
“She and her group of friends came along for the ride. Have you seen anyone that slightly resembles her appearance?” Ezekiel said, Allen studies me at all sides, I can honestly say felt a little molested.
“No, if I have seen something as exquisite as this creature before me then I would have surely remembered. But my men have seen two strange looking men.” Allen said

Wait a minute did he just call us strange I thought, but then I realized it was Halloween of course we look strange. I then spoke, “Excuse but what did these strange men look like?”
“One had a ring near his lower lip and had dark red hair.” Allen said
Hector I thought “And the other?” I said
“He had light brown curly hair and marking of a star with the words New York on his arm.” he said
And Diablo that can’t be good “Where are they?” I said
“My men thought they were a threat and so they placed them in a dungeon.” He said
“Can you take me to them?” I said
“First you’re going to the infirmary.” Ezekiel said
“The hell I am! I need to see if they are ok then I’m going to find the other two.” I said
“You do realize that you are going to die without medical treatment?” Ezekiel said
“Me and my friends wouldn’t be dying if it weren’t for you.” I said, Ezekiel couldn’t fight with me because he knew that I was right. Allen places his hands on my waist “What are you doing?” I said
“You are going to ride with me little lady.” Allen said, he places me on the horse and got on himself…he’s so warm. There must have been several reasons on why I fell asleep in Allen’s arms it might have been the lack of blood or the fact I have not slept in days but whatever it is I did not want to wake. I dreamt about home, about the friends I have left behind. They were at The Shack, cops circled the block with their car search lights on. Buu and the guys are standing in front of the shack door, I can hear people crying and calling our names in desperate hope that we will answer.
“I should have never told her to go.” Celestin said
“It’s not your fault.” Faye said
“Than who’s is it? They still be here is if I didn’t say anything.” Celestin said
“Don’t be so hard on yourself….shit happens.” Buu said
“It doesn’t make shit any easier.” Celestin said

When I woke up I heard the talk about a man named Flar and a prophecy, too bad I wasn’t paying attention to what they are saying but it sounds interesting. We approach a gate Ezekiel gets off the horse and goes to knock a man whom looks around his early thirties peeks out. “Oh, Lord Ezekiel Raise the gate!” he said, once inside it was unlike anything I have ever seen. I live in the city so you don’t see many castles. Its amazing the village is not large, but then again it isn’t small either. There is no sight of a Starbucks which in my opinion is perfectly fine. But there is a bar where people went to in the dead of night. While others slept soundly and in my awe something went brakaw!! My heart races twice its normal rate, stupid chicken! The knights laugh at me as we reach the castle, it has windows all over the places, from what I could see there is a balcony, its white it a hint of gold as a trim. A tower hides the moon, its light had makes the castle glow its unusual beautiful it is truly a sight that is best seen not describe by a poor writer such as myself.

He takes me to the dungeon; its dark but the candles lit the way in the distant, I hear voices coming from the furthest side of the dungeon its Diablo and Hector. “Let us go!” Diablo said
“Would you shut up?” Hector said
“What you say boy?” Diablo said
“I said shut up you’ve been at it for about two hours now. So why don’t you get it through your thick head they’re not letting us out (smack) what the fuck is wrong with you!” Hector said, when I get there Diablo is pinned to the ground and Hector is sitting on him. With his hands wrap around his throat, Diablo kicks him off and he takes off his spike bracelet to wrap it around his knuckles. He’s planning to use it as a weapon he goes after Hector, I try to separate them. I have my back turn to Diablo so that I could help Hector gets on his feet, stupid me. Instead of Hector getting hit with the bracelet, instead of Diablo stopping, no in his blind rage I get hit. “Ahh, what the hell is wrong with you, pinche puto?!” I fall floor crouching in the fetish position
“Katie!” I heard Hector say “Why did you hit her for?!”
“I thought it was you! Katie, I’m sorry.” Diablo said as he went to go pick me up and I punch him right in the chest. As he gasps for air “What the fuck?! I said I was sorry!” I turn around to face him.
“Now we’re even.” I said “and you, stop fighting with everybody, geez!”

I’m sorry.” Hector said

The world begins to spin, Allen comes towards me he picks me up “Now you are going to listen to me, we are taking you to see Dr. Sabetelli.” We get to the bed they had told Ezekiel to head to the bed across from mine. I look at him but it seems as if he wasn’t really hurt at all. But maybe he was just use to it that’s all, Allen order one of the soldiers to go get two men named Dr. Sabetelli and Obadiah the soldier did what he was told. “Take off your shirt.” Allen said
“Huh?” I said
“Take off your shirt and lie on your stomach.” Allen said
“Hell if I didn’t know better then I say your hitting on me. Just remember to buy me dinner first” I said
“Katie, this is not a time to joke.” Hector said
“I’ll think about buying you dinner though.” Allen said to me with a wink, I smile back. Hector helps me take off the jacket, my sweater and my work shirt, thank God I remembered to wear my undershirt. They see the severity of the wound that inflicted my body earlier. “Damn Katie, are you sure your alright?” Diablo said
“I don’t know, I feel kind of dizzy, but hey how is my tattoo?” I said as I lay down flat on my stomach
“Your hurt, bleeding, and dizzy but all you care about is your tattoo?” Hector said
“Sentimental reasons.” I said
“Your angel’s arm has a gash on his arm.” Diablo said. The doctors finally come, I fell hands holding me down

…..

Ten minutes;Ten whole fuckin minutes…I had to lay there crying and swearing in both English and Spanish. While my skin seems to be melting off, when the ordeal is over they pour ice cold water down my back. I sit up
“What the hell did you do to me?!” to one of the doctors, but they ignore me instead they turn to Allen. “Why did you not bring them earlier?” the younger looking one said,
“The girl refused to come without looking for her comrades; she said that she rather die.” Allen said.
“IF you would have waited longer that would have happened! You are a knight of Darkmoon it is your duty to take care of the injured first.” the doctor said, I look down, a little ashamed of my actions. They leave to go help Ezekiel; I look to Allen who only smiles at me he turns around to follow them. Leaving me and the guys alone I wipe my eyes “Hey I got a question.” I said
“What is it?” Diablo said
“What the hell went on? The last thing I remembered.” as I put on my work shirt on “Is us being at The Shack, now where in some damn place that is not even close to Little Village.” Diablo and Hector both look at one another “What’s that dude’s name?” Diablo said snapping his fingers and thinking hard “with the long hair?”
“You mean Ezekiel?” I said
“Yeah that’s the guy that saved us, the same guy that attacked me and these penedejos earlier, Attacked both you and Eddie when you guys came out of the shack. Ezekiel then tackled the guy before he could kill the both of you. The guy then hit his head on the concrete but he still kept fighting. Hector tried to save the both of you pero esté joto, got hurt in the process.”
“You did? Where?” I said
“On my leg.” Hector said
“Does it hurt?” I said
“Not any more.” Hector said
“So what else happened?” I said
“Ezekiel was on top of the guy he had his sword to the guys throat and the last thing that guy said was ‘the war has yet to begin’ and Ezekiel said ‘yes but we’ll be the victor’ and with that Ezekiel cut the guy’s head off.” Diablo said
“So how did we end up here?” I said
“I’ll answer this one, Ezekiel picked you up, he started to walk away with you in his arms, so I got up and yelled ‘Where the hell are you taking her?!’ but all he did was look at me and he kept walking. So I ran after you, Ezekiel then look at me and said ‘You are all in danger and if you don’t follow me you will surly die.’ It sounded like something out of the movies.” Hector said
“Terminator?” I said

Tell me about it.” Diablo said

What?” Hector said

That your pretty.” I said

Shut up, anywho, I asked him what do you mean and he said ‘the venom from that man sword is injected into your bodies in a matter of an hour you will die. I’m taking her with me so she can get an antidote I suggest you do the same.’ We had no choice but to go, Diablo got Eddie and I got Remy.” Hector said
“And where’s my book bag?” I said Diablo hands it to me “So how did you end up in jail?”
“Este pendejo,” Hector said “threw a rock at the wrong person.”
“I thought that he was going to attack, excuse me for trying to defend us.” Diablo said as they fought I get up and start to walk away “Hey where are you going?” Hector said

I turn around, I look at them, and wonder if they really are that clueless? Or is they just stupid? Does they not realize that there are two people missing in the group?
“I’m tired Diablo but I can’t go to sleep knowing that Eddie and Remy are out there somewhere.” I keep walking despite Hector’s and Diablo’s protest. I look at my surroundings blood is smeared on the walls. Screams are heard in the darkness, I hate hospitals. I look up ahead people are coming my way. Everyone around us kneels, even some of the injured found strength to pay respect. I hear the guys chatting in the background “Hey, Hector isn’t that the guy I hit.” Diablo said
“Yeah that is.” Hector said
“Then we are in deep shit.” Diablo said
“Who’s we? You’re on your own” Hector said as he comes to my side. The man stands in front of us, he looks quiet young I say at least about my age which is about 22 years old. He is with a little girl, she is about 5 years old. A young woman that looked about 17 years old, she has her eye on Hector. The man said “My name is Edwin and I am the King of Darkmoon, these are my sisters Kara,” He points to the little girl, who hides behind Edwin, from behind him she smiles at me and waves.
“My name is Jezebel.” She said

She has her hand out, as the playboy Hector is he gladly takes the Princess hand and kisses it. Princess Jezebel pulls back giggling, blushing, and acting as if she were a child on the playground being kiss for the first time. “My name is Katie and these are my friends Hector and Diablo.”
“My men told me that you are not from this world is that true?” he said
“Yup, that sounds about right.”
“May I ask, where are you from?”
“A place called Chicago.”
“How did you get here?”
“Listen, if I wasn’t so confused myself, then hell, I’ll be more than glad to tell you myself.”
“Katie, quit being a smart ass!” Diablo said
“It’s not being a smart ass if I’m telling the truth… (Sigh) listen one of your men came into our world and began a fight. As the result my men got serious injured, we were than separated, and somewhere out there is the rest of my men. Hopefully they are not dead, so forgive me if I do not answer you in the most pleasant way possible.”
“I know you are upset.” King Edwin said
“No, no, no querido, el contratiempo es para los marricones, I on the other hand am pissed off!”
“You are over stepping your bounds!” Princess Jezebel said the guards at their side were ready to take us back to the dungeon. I look at them I have my hand clench to a fist “Does it look like I give a shit?” I step forward but I’m yank back, by both Diablo and Hector “Katie, Chill!” Diablo said, I slip away from Diablo, I start to walk but the guys jump on me and pin me to the floor.
“I got better things to do than start a fight here and get off me! You’re hurting me!” I said.

The King isn’t angry from what I said actually he looked rather calm. He said to us “I understand how you feel and I know it must be your top priority to find your men. But as you stay in our world, you will remain here as my guest.” the guys thank him, the king even escorts us to our bedrooms the guys called dibs in the first two rooms. But it isn’t anything special just a room with a bed and one window. As we get to my bedroom to my amazement its magnificent. It has a fire place between two windows. In the middle of the room is a canopy bed with curtains that were the color of red wine. On the ceiling is a mural of angels that watch me, in the far left corner is a desk with a chair. On the desk books are they are about armor, weapons, amulets, there is also a blank journal. Two chairs and a table sat in the far right corner; I place my book bag on the bed “I hope you enjoy your stay.” King Edwin said
“King Edwin…I don’t understand…I mean I really don’t deserve this room not after all I said.”
“You were in every right to be angry, so do not fret about it any further.” King Edwin
“Good night.” Allen said
“Uh, Allen.”

“Yes?” he said. I walk up to him and I look him in the eye “I’m sorry I got you in trouble.” He places his hand on my head and smile “You were worried about your friends; I would’ve done the same in your position.” He said
“What about Ezekiel will he be ok?” I said
“Ezekiel? He’s fine actually he is walking about as we speak, now good night.” He said
they leave me in the room alone, I lay on the bed knowing full well I have to get back up. Too bad I can’t because laying here feels as if I laid clouds themselves. I close my eyes, but I have to get up five minutes..just five minutes that’s all I need.

….

I hear wedding bells; I’m in a dress, I look around I’m in Epiphany Church there is people laughing all around me. Most of them I know, the guys are in the corner wearing suites. They are acting as if they are part of the mafia, they have a list in their hands. “I’m sorry sir who are you?” Alanni says, to Gerardo “Check the list for As We March.” Buu looks through the list,
“It says here that you didn’t strip at the bachelor party.” Buu says to Spooner the second vocalist for As We March “Well sir I have to ask you to show me your boob.” But who’s wedding is this? Someone places their arms around me, “Thanks for coming; this means the world to me.” Remy voice, I turn around “I can’t believe that you’re marrying a girl, man!” Buu said, as he starts to cry

“I can’t believe that you’re not marrying me!” Buu becomes hysterical, my guys are an odd bunch but their not gay at least I don’t think so well maybe one or five…you know what I’ll ask later.
“I’m sorry Buu it’s not you it’s me, you deserve someone like Spooner.” Remy said, Spooner pops his collar, Remy starts to caress Buu’s Face, and Buu screams
“Stop it!” he tries to fend Remy off “I’m not gay!!” He starts to cry louder than ever, the people in the church look at us. We all start to laugh, as Buu goes into a corner and curls into a ball he cries.
“Come on you know you like it.” Remy said, blowing Buu a kiss
“Hey Buu how about you come with us to the honey moon, I mean I don’t mind sharing.” A woman voice is heard behind us. I look to the floor, a white dress, with the hint of black, holding blue roses. Her hair like starlight and eyes like staring into the ocean, she is stunning. Some of the guys bite their knuckles, others turn around smiling, “Anastasia, you wouldn’t know what to do with all this sexiness.” Buu rubs his belly “Oh Buu you just don’t know.” Anastasia said
“Its bad luck to see the bride.” Remy said, as he goes up to her and kiss her. The weeding ceremony begins “do you Niilo Mukka take Anastasia as your lawful wedded bride.”

I do.” he said, the church roof begins to crumple, exposing a bright sun I look up my hands over my eyes. The sun gets brighter, I soon have to shut my eyes.

….


I open my eyes, I look in front of me what did my dad say about dreaming of a wedding? I see two figures coming in one of them runs to the bed and jumps it elbows me in the stomach. “Aww you fuckin asshole,” I said as I curl up in a ball a wannabe maniacal laugh comes from the shadows “Screw you, Diablo.”
“Why are you still in your costume?” he said
“Why do you wear esa cara de chango year round?” I said
“Chinga tu madre.” He said
“Y la tu ya también.”
“So what are you supposed to be?” Hector said, sitting next to me on my bed, I look at myself
“A bouncer/boxer at your service.” I said. “hey you know your going to have to wear el chavo del ocho until we go home.”

I know…I hope we go home soon.” Diablo walks around the room looking at everything; he comes by the curtains touching them. He said “Mira muy chingon con su curtains on the bed!”
“Soy mujer guey, so maybe that’s why I got the better room. If you’re here to pick a fight with me then you can leave.” I said
“You know what?” Diablo said
“What?” I said
“How about, you give us this room.” Diablo said
“No.” I said
“Then we’ll take it by force, Hector help me.” Diablo said, they surround me despite my kicking, biting, I even accidentally hitting them in the face. They still mange to toss me out of the room I get up and start to bang on the door. I yell at them to let me in but they refuse. Two guards who hear my yelling turn the corner “Do you need any help getting into your room?” One of the guards asked
“No, I’m fine.” I said, the guards look at me oddly but, nevertheless they leave “You guys are jerks! You can at least throw me a blanket or something!” They open the door but only a small enough to push a blanket and a pillow through. “Assholes!” frustrated I start to walk around, where is one of those
you are here maps when I actually need them.


After a while in this large castle I find myself at the library. There I see an enormous painting of four warriors but its too hard to see due to darkness of the room. But from what I could tell they were in the middle of a war zone on the bottom there is a plaque that reads: Although they have brought peace to one world their world is far from saving. An old man look at me he then starts to shout “She’s here! She’s here! The one that will save us from Flar’s wrath is here!” he gets down on knees and then he starts to kiss my foot
“Get away from me you creepy old man!” I said, trying to shake him off without hurting him
“Mason! Stop can’t you see your scaring her.” Allen said, I’m relieve to see him
“But Lord Allen do you not see her? The Mother Goddess has sent her children!” the old man said
“That just an old wives tale,” he said, then he looks at me “what are you doing up at this hour?”
“The boys that I came with, kicked me out of my room Allen, can I ask you something?”
“What is it?” He said
“What does that old man mean by the Mother Goddess has sent her children?” I asked
“You are the answer to our prayers!” the old men said “tell her Allen!”

Allen looks up at the painting and I do the same, my eyes than wonder to the ceiling that has a window that lets the moonlight in. My eyes follow the moonlight, down to Allen’s fire hair; I gazed into his forest green eyes, and unto his muscular body going through every little bump I come across. I admit I have to stop before I do something I might regret. Like you I am only human, I look away a little bashful I suppose he caught me because he smiles, he places his hand on my shoulders, and said “It’s late, so let’s save this conversation for tomorrow.”
“That’s if I can sleep.” I said, maybe at one point tonight I had my chance but not any more, now I’m worried about Remy and Eddie I’m going and try to find them. I walk out of the library and keep walking until I found the door that leads to the village. I keep walking across the village until I stand in front of entrance of the kingdom the gate its open. I wonder who would do stupid thing like that? Is guessing that this kingdom is not afraid of being invaded.

But than why would they have a gate and a gatekeeper by the way where is he? Oh well, makes it easier for me to sneak out, in the forest I hear something rustling in the bushes, I see two figures standing in the darkness; “Remy! Eddie!” I said, one figure is coming my way
“What are you doing here?” Ezekiel said, I look behind him the other shadow is gone
“Well there go my hopes” I said I look at him; he is still waiting for my answer “I got kicked out of my room.”
“By who?” Ezekiel asked.
“The boys I came with since I wasn’t able to return to my room, I started to walk then I got worried about Remy and Eddie and so here I am.”
“We can look for them tomorrow.” He said, I hear can clip, clop, clip, clop, noisy wooden wheels rolled across the dirt road, it is coming from behind me. I turn around to see Allen sitting in front of a wagon filled with hay in the back.
“Did you follow me?” I asked him
“I saw you leave the castle from the library window, I thought that you might go look for your two friends and thought this could be of some use.” He said, so Ezekiel and I start to walk we were deep in the forest now and in the distances we spot a light.

 
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Posted by on March 20, 2011 in Book, Book Of Days

 

Riding Towards The Sun Final (1 OF 2)

Have you ever heard of that song? Rayando El Sol it by a band named Mana, they been my favorite Spanish rock band. For as long as I could remember my dad is the one that got me into them. I remember playing their cassette on the stereo. When I was a kid, Rayando El Sol means Riding the Sun. Fher says that “It’s much easier to ride towards the sun than it is to your heart.” I told that to him a long time ago. Well along the lines of that “its much easier to ride towards the sun than to people’s hearts.”

I love that song and when I play most of the Mana songs. They remind me of him the things Fher sings about its exactly what I need to hear. Music is an amazing thing it can bring people together and its very diverse. And we you need cheering up its always there.

Wednesday night:

Right before Sydney went off, Ireland, Germany (sorry forgot to ask their names but I know where there from) and I were all talking in the room. Sydney had some back pains and she was lying on the floor. I wanted to ease her pain so I ran downstairs and took my book bag out of my locker. They haven’t given me a reason not to trust them. In the locker is my Jessie doll I stare at her a little self conscious about taking her upstairs. But I do it anyway I set her down and start looking through my book bag. Ireland looks at Jessie adoringly I look down at Jessie feeling silly of leaving her in the locker how can anyone not like her? “she talks to.” I said as I pull Jessie’s string she yodels the girls laugh. I find the aspirin but Sydney refuses to take it.

“My nephew plays with her when he visits so I wouldn’t miss him I brought her along.”

“I can’t say anything I have a bear I take everywhere with me.” Ireland says, she pulls an old bear from the back of her bed, “He’s 35 years old.”

“Wow he looks good for his age.” I said, the other girls laugh

“I had him since I was a kid and I take him everywhere.” she shows us the patches on her bag she’s quit the traveler

“I have a blankie.” Sydney says sheepishly “my friends gave me shit for bring it…do you want to see it?”

“Sure.” Sydney pulls out this little piece of a worn out blanket

“When I was a baby this thing was huge! Now all I have is this and its been everywhere with me.”

Ireland than pulls out two little teddys “my parents gave me these for graduation.”

“I think everyone has something they travel with in order so they won’t miss home.” Germany said

“I’m going home soon and I can’t wait to see my nephew he’s mad at me right now.” they laugh

“Why?”

“Cause he wanted to come with.”

“Aww poor kid you should have brought him.”

“Next time I plan to.”

“Home.” Ireland says they all look down thinking of the place they spent their childhood it must have been a happy childhood. Because they look like they miss this place “this is home now.” Ireland throws her hands in the air. And I look around the room ten bunk beds, yellow walls, our clothes on the floor, blue and green curtains, covering a window overlooking a sky line, and lockers. This is the place most of them called home for months and plan on coming back, I do too. The life of a traveler is a lonely road all though the world is big. Home is where you truly feel like you belong. For me home is where I’m trying to find…for now its Chicago and I love it there.

Thursday night:

It took a half an hour of getting lost in the rain for me to give up and decide to take the train…i hate the subway here. In order to get to the subway you have to pass a crowd of people through a freakin mall! Do you know how annoying that is when you got luggage?! I never been a mall rat if I need something I go in there. But other than that never to get to the train I had to cut through sears…it sucked! Why couldn’t it be like home get to the station go upstairs and get to where you’re going.

I found the train station and I walked in about to pay my ticket…when I saw a person that look like Angel. Angel is a friend of mine that passed away a couple years ago. I stand there in the middle of the station staring at him as he passes by. I pay my fare and get on my way I start to cry…i miss Angel I miss him shaking me violently screaming “Katie Depeche Mode!” he demands that I put Dephece Mode in his Ipod and I being a jerk refuses. On Friday before he died that Sunday we were hanging out by this church that hands out food. The line was long and all though me and Faye don’t want to be there we still go. Angel made the line bearable that day there were cops on the corner and I started calling at them. “sir this is the man you are looking for he’s the baby carriage kicker.”

“Sir I don’t know what this girl is telling you. I’m not the K-Town Strangler, The Baby Carriage Kicker, I do not have sex with hookers in cardboard boxes.” my brother and I laugh “I mean all though the description of the suspect is very, very, similar too me I swear its not me.”

Angel he was built like a tank, mean looking, gang banger, but he was none of those things. He just was a big old nerd into anime and comics. And who gave me candy jolly ranchers manly, I make it to the golden griddle Jeff’s friends are way in the back having fun. I stare at them I don’t want to go back there not like this. I’m happy that the waitress placed me in a corner where they can’t see me. Because I cry remembering Angel and how I wish my Ex-Oscar was around so that we may talk about our mutual friend. “I’m so tired, so sleep.” I use that line sometimes or my favorite “i was so poor I never had a toy, thank-god I was born a boy or I have nothing to play with.” that line made old man turn around and shake our hands for making him laugh. Angel you were a great friend who kept me laughing and gave me jolly ranchers I miss you man. I haven’t eaten a jolly rancher since than or even gone by that church….its been a while but it still hurts.

What’s the golden Mexican rule? Follow the crowd because ten times out of the nine they are headed where you are. Ahh being a Mexican comes with perks. After ten minutes of trying to stomach down the burger I give up. Moment of truth I don’t see Jeff among them I grab the first girl I see

“Are you the YFE family?”

“Yes.”

“Do you know Jeff?”

“Yes of course! My name is Julie what’s yours?”

“Kary its nice to meet you.”

“You were over there in the corner by yourself you should have come by us.” I don’t feel like telling Julie the reason why I didn’t sit by them instead I say “I feel a little sick, that’s why.” they ask me questions and I answer them honestly “I’m sorry Julie I don’t know who any of you are I just know Jeff But don’t feel bad I don’t follow my little brother’s band that much.”

“Its no problem by the end of the night you’ll know everyone.” she starts to introduce me to everyone I explained that I was working there and decide to take off to come see him. They all speak to me and they are very kind but I’m a little distracted by the glitch I want to work on that the most. So when we hit this mall and while we waited I sat on the back. Away from everyone Julie urges me to join the rest but I refuse. I write never stopping to even look up they come to talk to me but I’m busy trying to beat hero. Then it happens it hurts I get a writers cramp it hurts so much! I stop and I start moving it, it hurts the guys next to me notices. He tries to flirt with me but I’m not too interested in him.

 
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Posted by on March 14, 2011 in Riding Towards The Sun

 

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Riding Toward The Sun Pt. 3

Right now I’m waiting for the camera to charge so I can go out and take reference pictures. Around the neighborhood I’m staying at. I’m already in Toronto but I am dead tired the night of getting here. It was probably the only creepy ride I had on the greyhound so far. I was falling asleep on the bus curled up in a ball on the seats. I am asleep when I feel a hand on my head thinking it was my dad I woke up excepting to see him. But it wasn’t the case I see a shadowy figure standing over me and then I remember I’m on the bus. I jump back startled a lady stares at me and goes to the girl next to me. She pulls her foot, then the lady goes to the mother and daughter behind me. “What?! What?!” the mother says in a beautiful accent. The lady finally sits back down I think that she had some type of illness. I didn’t sleep well after that.

 

When I got here nothing interesting happened I just came inside the room tired. The Wifi password they gave me was a little wrong they forgot a symbol in it. So I went to the Starbucks down the street to call my mommy. I stood there until she picked up the phone. Unfortunately it was loud and she could pick up the voices on the microphone. I come back to the hostel I sit down over looking a skyline from my room, one of my roommates is here. I share the room with 9 other girls in any case this wouldn’t be a problem right? Well wrong, I feel awkward around them, why? Well that’s easy, I never been around so many woman since I was 5. I have nothing but brothers, all my neighbors were boys, I had nothing but uncles until I was 9. I never even knew I had an aunt let alone three. And Cecy didn’t start dating my uncle George til my early teens. Yeah I’m a Tomboy and it feels weird I feel as if I was dropped off into another planet but they are very nice girls. One of them help connect my wifi. Its just I don’t know what to talk about with them. What do I say talk about……mind fart………nothing. When I was in Montreal it was a totally different story I felt completely comfortable. Among the boys and they treated me like one of the guys too. Tattoo as scary as he looked he was the kindest. But that’s OK I guess I have to be comfortable around girls it will take a bit.

 

Traveling inspires me, when I see certain things I can picture scenes. That’s one thing I like about traveling I love looking around. But here is one thing I really, really, hate. The minute I step off that bus, I have Mexican food withdrawals. The cravings started at 6 pm. after I called home to find out if my nephew is mad at me…he is…it strikes…TACOS! TACOS! As hard as I try to curb the craving with some trail mix and sandwiches it was too strong. But thankfully my sleepiness was stronger I fell asleep half way into writing the 5th panel. After waking up for the 20th time, watching Ugly Betty, and taking a shower I walk into the room than I realize something….it stinks in here. Now I miss my brothers now at least their rooms smelled like axe. Most of the time unless Anthony has his shoes off of course

Now here I am waiting for the camera to charge snow is starting to fall outside. Just finishing my first and only cup of coffee today. From the Starbucks down the street the employees there were bored enough. To start seeing who can open a carton of milk with cups on their hands.

“Just call me Edward cup hands.” the girl said, I laugh “This is happening now I know if anything happens to my hands “

“just attach some cups” I start to laugh as she opens it up fully “She did it!” I call to the other employee.

 
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Posted by on March 9, 2011 in Riding Towards The Sun

 

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Riding Towards The Sun Pt.2

Months Ago:

Music blasting, the sounds of the keyboard keys clicking, on the side a sketchbook. With an original character waiting patiently to be finished. Creative energy overflowing, everything is perfect. Then BING the blackness fade, the keyboard stops the clicking, the o.c. waits even longer now. The overflowing creative energy now is capped and I am scared “What the hell was that?!” I said

“New comment” Myspace said, fearing that I might crash the site for throwing my groove off.

“Aww Jeff you suck” I said, on the couch here he comes the defender of the universe. The Pint-size Hero with his battle face ready. Evil doer sighted, time to give her something to think about

“Jeff doesn’t suck!” and with a swift thumb he points at himself “Jeff is my friend!”

“Ok, Ok, Jeff doesn’t suck.” Evil doer admits defeat time to get some Mac and Cheese.

March 2, 2011

In a matter of days I will see him as March 8 approaches fast. I catch my heart ready to leap out of my chest at certain times. It’s a scary feeling trust me, my nephew came by this week like many other times. He comes into my room to play with The Evil Dr. Porkchop that sits on top of my drawer. As I sit at the kitchen working on a picture book. “Tia.” he said I look down at him in his hands, he holds a Christmas present. That was never mailed in fear that it might break along the way.

“Tia what’s in here?”

“A present for someone.”

“Can I see it?”

“No.” I take it from him he follows me into my room. I set it on my bed my nephew climbs on to my bed. “But why not?”

“Because its not for you.”

“Who’s is it for?” than I remember months ago when he told me off.

“Its for your friend.”

“My friend?”

“Yeah don’t you remember your friend Jeff?”

“Oh yeah my friend! When is my friend going to come?”

“I’m going to meet him in Canada.” and then I get the feeling that he thinks Canada is down the street.

“Well….do you have a phone?”

“I have a phone but I don’t have his phone number.”

“Why not?”

“Because, come on get off the bed”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Becuase I’m going to wait for my friend so I can open his present.” I start to laugh at this so cute.

“But papa he can’t come.”

“Why not?”

“Because he’s in studio right now.”

“In studio?”

“Yeah he’s like Pio, he has a band and he plays guitar just like you.”

“I have a guitar.”

“I know you do that’s what he plays.”

“What does Jeff look like?”

“How about I show you?”

I load up his most recent music video. A song called I Just Want You To Know. He looks at it listening to the guitar…familiar “Its Pio’s band.”

“No that’s not Pio’s band, Pio’s band looks tougher.”

“Oh so that not Pio’s band?” I shake my head “ok where is he?” I pause the video at 50 seconds and point at Jeff. Who has dyed his hair blonde covering his head with a hat. He wears all black only white letters on his shirt that read Racism Sucks. He holds a Schecter Ultra III it stands out as well a beautiful beige and brown. He plays this song proudly with his band mates. Completely unaware of the little boy in Chicago who waits patiently on his Tia’s bed. So that Jeff may come so he can open his friend’s present. So he sits on that same spot he hasn’t moved from for an hour. He watches his friend in his studio playing the guitar. Just like him, his Pio, his daddy, and sometimes just sometimes like his Tia. (who needs to practice more.) I leave the room and he talks to his Grandpa, Yia Yia (hates to be called great grandma), and Pio about his friend Jeff or was it Jack? He waits…I leave for work…the morning comes. I just came back home from dropping the family dog Baby off at PAWS. He is awake and looks brokenhearted I know why too but I ask anyway “What’s wrong papa?”

“My friend didn’t come.” my heart stings as two tears run down my eyes because I now regret reminding him about Jeff.

“Do you want me to kick his butt and make him come to see you?”

“Yeah.”

 
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Posted by on March 3, 2011 in Riding Towards The Sun

 

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