Infection: Chapter I by Khaleesi-Ilona, literature
Literature
Infection: Chapter I
~*~Three weeks earlier... ~*~
"Boarder up your homes... report any unusual activity... wait for further instructions..."
"Ha! As if any kind of flu is really going to cause so much trouble."
"Dad..." Sitting on her father's lap was a young eleven year old girl with her hair in two long red bunches, her blue eyes watched the TV reporter curiously. Despite her age, she actually seemed quite a deal younger due to her rather petite frame. Wearing a long white dress with a ribbon around her waist and deep red shoes, she appeared to still be a child rather than a girl reaching towards puberty.
"All I'm saying is that it's just flu. They should
UniWork: Personal Crime by Khaleesi-Ilona, literature
Literature
UniWork: Personal Crime
Your body is a temple;
Treat it well,
Respect and adore it,
Care for and love it.
Sole being,
Private belonging,
It is nothing but ours,
For us to cherish
Or to ruin.
Life is a shared gift,
We embody it.
So tell me why
Why do we corrupt
A true limited edition,
Special one time only?
It is ours only,
Why do we break our souls?
A sharp blade,
A metal tunnel
Great heights, many ways
We torment and torture,
Hurt and devastate
Our one true gift.
It is our own crime.
Amongst the laws
We must obey,
The law of ourselves
Has truly been forgotten.
Who is normal
You, me, them?
Don't you already see
The world isn't normal.
War, poverty, death.
If the world was normal
Then surely we would
Be also?
But you don't look for
Monkey paws are on you,
You are but;
Blind, mute and deaf.
You refuse to acknowledge
The dying world you live in.
You are a specimen,
Numb to the true trials
Everyone - even you must face.
So go be 'normal',
Take your primates with you
I'd rather be crazy
Insane with all I am,
For I know the truth,
And you only know lies.
A world I've never known,
Full of hope and faith?
No, this world is the mirror
Broken and impure.
I've searched far and wide
For what I once knew,
But now I know for certain
That I am amongst the fallen,
And I can never be again.
I dream of a life
Far away from now,
Calm and content,
Carefree and Smiling.
A dream is just
A dream,
So why do I cling
To a night time vision
That is only that?
Married mother and writer,
It's all I dream of.
It invades my days
Under the sun
And all year around.
The seasons change,
New events emerge,
But ever the same
My never ending dream.
Respect your elders,
Honour their wisdom,
But what about us
The youth of the nation?
Give up seats,
Let them on first,
Be courteous and polite,
Respect your elders.
Accept their complaints?
Accept the old ways?
Respect your elders,
Their time has gone now,
They live for the past,
They do not know
Life has moved on.
Let them have priority
How long will they live?
Respect your elders.
1. Name: Catz
2. Nickname(s): Catz, Kitty, Kat, Ilona
3. Birthday: May 11th
4. That makes you: 22 (23 this year people!!)
5. Where were you born: Hospital :P!
6. Location right now: Half-way between Awake and Asleep.
7. Shoe size: 7/8
8. How many piercings?: Usual one in each earlobe.
9. Tattoos?: I'd like one... not sure what though.
10. When you wake up you're: Trying not to fall back to sleep.
11. When your about to sleep you're: Most likely dreaming of how to get revenge on people.
12. Zodiac sign: Taurus
13. Chinese sign: Horse
14. Righty or Lefty: Right
15. Innie or Outie: I have an Innie!
16. School: Done and Dusted! ;)
Felt this needed a bit of an update, so here goes nothing!
Employment/Education:
Things seem relatively calm at the moment although I still can't find any means of employment. I've been searching since I finished University but no ones hiring or giving me the time of day. I've discussed this matter with my mother and I've decided to return to University as soon as possible to venture into a teaching degree and hopefully a language degree whilst I'm at it.
So to summarise my goal right now:
A) Get a job,
or
B) Study a Teaching Degree with Swedish as a language.
Why Swedish in paticular? Well Sjazna (https://www.deviantart.com/sjazna) is what I like to call my Storasy