Been a while..
I've been writing, but not as much as I'd like. Right now I'm working on another mythology-based story that I need a bit of help with. See, I have Harpies in this story and I really want to learn about the anatomy of large birds of prey.
How their wings work.
The muscle mass required to power their wings.
Pretty much everything that has to do with the wings.
Does anyone know?
Been feeling like SHEEIT.
Fear.
Family of hypocrites.
So not too long ago I was at a bar with most of my family listening to my cousins play.
There was this woman that I found to be very beautiful and was having a good time dancing with her sisters. Now being the shy person that I am, I went and asked her sister if she was single and if she was would she give me her number.
Not too long after I asked the sister gave it to me and told me her name and such, I was so happy even though I thought it was fake, going and sitting down with a smile on my face I began to listen to my cousins play another song. So I hear a woman's voice in my ear, telling me how beautiful I looked that night, I ...turn around and it was the woman who's number I had gotten, on the outside I just smiled and told her how lovely she looked that night and we so began to chat. After a few minute my Father called me over and told me to sit down, she walks over and talks to my family and before she leaves she says: "You better text me later." On the outside I was smiling like a fool, but on the inside I was having one of those 'teenaged girl scream while waving your hands near your face'.
After the show was over my sister goes and talks to the woman and I start to panic. We leave and on the way back home she tells me that I WILL NOT be talking to her and then begins telling me of all the people who she has had sex with. I don't care about that, I wouldn't have cared if she was Virgin and I tell her that I still will talk with her, to which she replies: " No you wont, I told her that you are 17 and if she talks to you again that I'll beat her ass." Now my siblings have the right to look out for me, but the were doing WAY worse at a younger age. Moral of this story? Don't go anywhere with your family, you'll get beaverdamned. :\
Quote from some story I'm working on.
" I can't say that I do. Why is the human race like a bouquet of roses?"
"No matter how colorful they are, no matter how vibrant and beautiful they are, in just a few years. It all fades away. What was once lush and full of life, is now wrinkled and dying, soon to be replaced with another lush and full of life bud that has no idea how truly small and unimportant it really is."
"Well, that is true..."
"So you see, no matter how big and important you think you are, no matter how young and beautiful you are now. There will always be someone who can replace you."