SHALLIGATOR...OHHH 10/24/2003
I had to put this up here. This is a story that my friend from church, Derek, wrote. It's soo super cool...and I save the day.


SHALLIGATOR

The ferry chugged placidly along the azure water, a myriad of
colorful
fish darting this way and that. Just ahead was a large building
surrounded
by a rusty barbwire fence. The vessel edged warily into the building’s
harbor.
“This place is a dump,” murmured Danny Smith as he and his little
brother Oliver stepped down from the boat and onto a rickety dock with
the
rest of the guests.
“Welcome to Aqua Land,” a young tour guide greeted, “My name is
Bekie.
I’ll be taking you through the park today. To get started, we’ll go
into the
main arena.”
“Come on, Ollie. Hurry up,” Danny ordered with a twinge of apathy.
Oliver followed obediently. Soon they found themselves at the arena.
Before
they entered, Bekie began to give more instructions. Danny rolled his
eyes.
“We are about to see what we like to call the Shalligator. It is
our
latest addition to the park. It is half Great White shark and half
American
alligator. It has taken years of hard work and genetics research, but
our
scientists have finally pulled it off. Please, no flash photography or
sudden movements. Our animal is very easily angered and we don’t want
to
have any accidents.” She nudged the door open and they trudged
nervously
inside. Directly in front of them was the massive shalligator enclosed
in a
large tank with a small island in the middle.
“Can we leave now, Danny? I’m scared,” Oliver whined.
“You’re the one that wanted to come here. We’re staying.”
“I’m Michelle,” someone in a diving suit called down to the crowd
nearly thirty feet below her. “ I’ll be showing a feeding
demonstration.”
She stepped onto a plank which extended above the tank.
“Today, I’ll be feeding it a mixture of fish and seal. Seal is its
favorite.” Michelle teetered directly above the monstrosity now. It
began to
circle the tank, knowing what was about to happen. Once it was on their
side
of the tank, Danny and Oliver could distinctly discriminate its sleek
figure
from the murky water. The beast’s webbed claws, swaying whip of a tail,
and
gaping mouth was too much for little Oliver. He averted his attention
to a
fat tourist in the corner. As he was watched, the balding man pulled a
disposable camera out of the pocket of his khaki shorts.
“Sir, please-” Bekie started. But it was too late. Click. The
Shalligator turned gracefully towards the direction of where the
flashing
light came from. A twisted, horrible grin transformed its snout, even
more
vexed-looking that usual.
“WOAH!” Michelle lost her balance and tumbled forward as the
Shalligator rammed into the wall of its watery cell. Splash. Michelle’s
screams reverberated off the walls of the fiberglass tank. She
vehemently
swam towards the island, which seemed an eternity away.
The crowd gasped and stared as the monster closed in for the kill
with
great sagacity, never losing sight of its prey.
Michelle suddenly felt a wave of acute pain reaching from her
thigh to
her ankle. The water around her swirled in a dancing cloud of scarlet.
She
sputtered as her lungs began to throb. She could not make it any
longer. She
gave up and leaned back just as the Shalligator swam up from below,
ripping
and dragging her around in a hazy whirlwind. Her vision began to fail.
Voices became inaudible. She blacked out.
Everyone outside the tank stood in shock as the mad killer began
circling the bloody tank again. Bekie ran to the water controls located
in a
far corner of the arena and began to twist one of the valves in attempt
to
drain the tank and let the scaly creature dry out until it died. In her
haste, she accidentally turned it in the wrong direction. When she
realized
this, she immediately tried to turn it back the other way, but it
snapped
before she could, falling to the ground with a loud clank. The tank
began to
fill up with even more water. Soon, it would overflow.
“Everyone, please stay calm! We’ve got to get out of here! The
tank is
about to overflow!” Oliver began to sob loudly.
“Danny, are we gonna be okay?!” he asked. Danny did not respond.
He was
not so sure that they would. The frantic group scrambled out the front
door.
“What can we do now?,” he asked Bekie.
“Well, we need to get to the boats at the dock.”
BAM! Everyone was started by the door being thrown to the side by
a
gush of roaring water. In the doorway was the Shalligator, baring its
spiky
teeth. In an act of revenge, the amphibious fiend lunged at its nearest
victim, the man with the camera.
“HELP ME!” he screamed desperately. The Shalligator’s long tail
slapped
the air, making a loud “POP!”. The Shalligator released the middle-aged
man,
his right leg and arm a mangled mess. Danny scooped up Oliver and ran
after
Bekie, who was already halfway down the hill leading to the harbor.
When they got there, they hopped into the closest motorboat.
“I’ve got an idea.” Bekie fumbled with a key-ring in her pocket.
She
finally started the boat and sped a little way out into the harbor.
Danny
could just barely see the outline of the 15-foot-long terror slinking
into
the water by moonlight. As it approached, its fin sliced the top of the
water. The rumbling of the engine attracted it, as Bekie knew it would.
Danny glanced around. The creature disappeared.
Whoosh! The boat was catapulted up into the air by the monster
lurking
underneath. As it came down, the motor met the monster’s skin, spewing
bits
of it in every direction. The park was silent except for Oliver’s
cries. I’m
sure that they would not have been so calm had they known that four
more of
the beasts were hatching in the laboratory right about then…..


hope you like it! :0)



yay! I killed the shalligator. Yeah...that would never happen in real life.

same song

I feel so drained today.


I've been listening to Comfortable by John Mayer. It makes me wanna cry and I don't understand why.


I almost cried today in psychology. I really didn't think I could hold it back for a while. I felt so naked to opinions and rejection. I've been feeling that a lot lately. I'm possesive and I don't understand why. I feel like things are going on around me that I don't understand. All I ever want to do anymore is sleep. Parks was telling me last night that these are signs of depression. He told me he worries about my eating. He told me a lot of things last night. I felt sick. I couldn't think today. I want to go to sleep for a long time. I need someone to talk to and Laura won't pick up her phone.

Young and Foolish
Why is it wrong to be
Young and Foolish
We haven't long to be

Soon enough the carefree days
The sunlit days go by
Soon enough
The bluebird has to fly

We were foolish
One day we fell in love
Now we wonder
What we were dreaming of

Smiling in the sunlight
Laughing in the rain

I wish that we were young and foolish again

I really dig this song. Sometimes it makes me wanna cry.

Daddy played piano
Played it very well
Music from those hands
Could catch you like a spell

He could make you love him
'Fore the tune was done
You have your Daddy's hands
You are your Daddy's son

Daddy never knew
That you were on your way
He had other ladies
And other tunes to play

When he up and left me
I just up and run
Only thing in my head
You were your Daddy's son

Couldn't hear no music
Couldn't see no light
Momma she was frightened
Crazy from the fright

Tears without no comfort
Screams without no sound

Only darkness and pain
The anger and pain
The blood and the pain

I burried my heart in the ground
In the ground
When I buried you in the ground

Daddy played piano
Bet he's playin' still
Momma can't forget him
Don't suppose I will

God wants to excuses
I have only one
You had your Daddy's hands
Forgive me
You were your Daddy's son

This is from the musical Ragtime. Sarah sings this to her son trying to explain to him why she buried him alive.

i thought this kicked some booty


Charlie


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you know what, screw it....

i'm writting again. i had stopped because, well, let's face it, nobody ever reads this thing anymore. But then i got to thinkin', and i've come to the conculsion that this journal is my baby. i've had it for over a year now and i simply refuse to abandon it. the great part is, since no one reads this, i can write what ever the hell i want to . he he he...

okay well let's see....

for one, it's cold here in my dorm room. it's like winter.

for two, i love college. i miss my daddy but i loooooove college. it makes me smile.

okay that it for now. tar tar

college time! 8/14/2003
ahh i'm leaving tomorrow! yay! i won't be back for a while!!!!

buh bye!


"Well I just can't seem to beat it
cause my heart's too numb to feel.
Your smile is all thats something,
and the pain is all thats real,
and the way that you keep screaming
I can hardly hear you think.
And I feel the bridges buring underneath my feet.
Where do you go, when you're gone."

Steaven the wonder cat!!!! 8/12/2003
I've got a new cat! I've named her steaven...this was of course before we bothered to find our she was a girl. But this cat is soo freakin' insain! We first got her wheh my mom brought her over. My mom has like 50 cats and she wasn't watching this one and it climbed to the top of the fridge and evidently jumped off. Well to say the least it didn't land on it's feet. My mom thought it had broken it's neck and she knew she had to "put it out of it's misery" but she couldn't kill the poor thing. So she brought it to our house so my dad could kill it (he lived on a farm...he's killed tons of sick animals.) When it got here she was lying in this box with her neck at this weird angle and she couldn't move. I felt so bad because she was just a baby and she was crying and all. Well my dad was like "i'll kill her after it stops raining." I went to go and check on her later and the little thing was lifting her head up. I told my dad that i didn't think she would be able to do that if her neck was broken. I think my dad felt kinda bad for her too because he said that he would wait to kill her. The next day he had moved her into a new box with a blanket and everything. By this time she was kinda crawling around but she also looked like she was on crack so my dad really didn't think she would live too much longer. The next day i went out to check on her and she was gone. I figured she had finally died so i went back in and told my little sister. She freaked and as soon as my dad got home she started yelling at him, "Why did you kill that kitten!!!!" He was like "I didn't kill her, she's over there." The little freak had managed to climb out of her box and was then walking around the carport. Now she's running around and playing like a normal kitten except she looks like she's drunk or something.

Onto a different topic...

I'm leaving on Friday for college. I don't suppose i'll be able to update for a while. My step-mom and my dad have gone into some major problems. They're all yelling all the time. I really can't wait to get out. It's like i've waited so many years. I'll miss all my buddies here though. Come hug me before friday!!

i'm gonna write a load of random crap because i'm like woooosh big hole in my heart at the moment.

i don't understand the nature of flirting...is this why no nice boys like me?? do they think i'm a loose woman??? c'mon nice boys, i'm no loose woman, i simply don't understand that i'm flirting with everyone. i just think i'm being nice.

there should be more british people in the world. there should be more british comedy. i <3 british people.

question for any british person reading this:
do you put ice in your tea? i've heard british iced tea horror stories and it makes me wonder.

i feel like a stalker. i think i'll write him a note so he just knows how it stands. it's like i can't breath without him around. he can't be that wrong person people say he is.
yeah...that bit was for people that i know, but if it's killing you because you don't understand what i'm talking about...just ask me aim: rockon1416

or just talk to me because i'm lonely....*sigh*

when i went to camp with my church i felt like the biggest dork because i was continuously hurting myself.

sorry for any spelling mistakes and such, i'm in a giant hole at the moment.