Pie :'D

Every time some one mentions pie I all ways think of baking them instead of Eating them.
I was all ways the one who made them for the holidays and such. Pumpkin pie was the easiest to make because i i had to do was get all of the ingredients and mix it all together.
Ive also made pecan pie, chocolate pie, lemon pie, apple pie, and a lot of others.
But the thing is...
I hate pie.
It's so gross.
I love Making it though..

Oh well the only pie that i like it the french silk pie from Bob Evans. But i still don't eat the crust off of it. ^^

Gaps

There are tons of gaps in life. How?
Well to me, every time something bad happens in your life, that's a gap. Metaphorically speaking that is.
If you overcome that problem, you get over the gap. But if the problem gets the better of you, you fall into the gap.
I am inside many gaps right now.
1. I have terminal tuberculosis.
2. I'm schizophrenic.
3. I'm poor so we don't have the money to go to the doctor... plus i refuse to go anyway.
4. I can see ghosts.
My life is just one big gap.
A pit.
A crater.
There's nothing that I can do to get out of it.
But I've learned to deal with it.
I'm comfortable in this endless pit of problems.
My name is Donovan Layne Hurst and I know that I'm going to die soon.

Sunshines log- the necklace

There have been a lot of prowlers lately. Scavengers, buzzards, bandits, whatever you want to call them. I’ve been on the defense since they started coming around. They know I live here. In this demolished neighborhood. In the only standing house.

Some try to force their way in, but they didn’t know that I have a gun.

Sooner or later they got through me. I went out to gather supplies for the next week, canned foods, water, and ammo. I was on defense the whole time. My gun loaded and aimed, but I didn’t think there was anything of value in the house. I forgot about the necklace.

When I came back I surveyed the damage. Broken cabinets, torn up furnishings, drawers thrown everywhere, but I knew something was missing. My most prized possession. Something I forgot I left in the house. My mother’s necklace.

The only thing of hers that I had.

I ran out the house, gun loaded and ready to shoot.

Someone was going to die.

Sunshines log- the Hunt

I aimed my rifle at the oblivious beast that was grazing on a small bush, something that would finally give me an actual meal. I don't know what the creature is, but now isn't the time to be picky.

Even though the wind blows dust at me, and sweat runs into my eyes, I never moved.

My aim was dead on the beast’s skull. When it moved, I moved with it. This is my kill.

I focused in and soon enough pulled the trigger. The gun kicked back into my shoulder, but I didn't move with. The creature fell to its death and blood ran out the hole in its head. I run to my four wheeler and sped to the carcass.

Like I said.

This is my kill.

I load the body onto the back of the vehicle and tied it down.

This will be the best meal

Sunshines log- Scars

Baby steps. One careful foot in front of the other. Be Careful. You never know where the mines are. With a bag full of pebbles, I start to throw them a short distance in front of me.

Clear.

Another pebble. Clear. Take a few more careful steps. Another pebble.

A reaction. An explosion. It does something I don’t expect. A chain reaction.

BOOM!

One goes off a few feet away from me, sending me to the ground, burning my skin.

Run.

Take no chances; I have to get out NOW!

I almost trip on the dead detonators, but over the hill… I see a house.

A safe heaven. A home.

I run there. Away from the dangers of this explosive soil.

The door breaks under my foot, the wood sends splinters at my skin.

There’s one left, but I don’t know until the door landed on it.

Another explosion. The wood goes flying, I raise my arms to protect my face, but it gets through my defense. The side of my face gashes open, and my skin burns.

Another scar.

Sunshines log- Pain

Pain. It screamed throughout my whole body. It felt like my legs turned to jell-o, and then set on fire.

I used my rifle as a crutch as I limped away from the burning warehouse along with a few others. My hearing was still shot, so it felt like there was a bee lodged in my ears.

My legs gave out once again and I fell painfully to the ground. Blood seeped into the ground from my busted knee caps and shredded palms. I wish I could kill the mother f**ker that put the bomb in there. Most likely an ex soldier from the old war.

I tried getting up, but my legs refused to move. Damn it.

I felt a strong hand wrap around my waist and turned to my visitor.  It was a boy about the same age as me. His hair was dark as soot and his eyes were like honey. He also looked pretty bad.

Some of his skin was burnt and he had an awful head wound. He mouthed something but I couldn’t hear anything. Bee’s remember?

He took my arm and moved it around his neck, trying to get me to walk. Pain shot through my body again and I gasped. He stopped and moved to carry my bridal style. It didn’t hurt as bad, but it was uncomfortable. I saw him say something but I couldn’t make it out, but slowly my hearing came back.

“-elping people, over there. Don’t worry to long you’ll be okay.” His voice was deep.

It took me a while to process what he was saying until I saw some people from the building. They were being treated. Thank the skies. I would like to walk again.

“Thank you.” My hoarse voice croaked. He looked at me and smiled.

Then I think I passed out.  

Sunshines log- sunshine

I was born as a cute ball of joy, but changed into a stone-faced killer.

That is what happened.

I don’t know my parents, nor do I even think they’re alive.

I’m alone in this desolate world.

My true name is Darcie May. That’s the name my god parents gave me, but they’re dead now and I’m not a child anymore.

Most call me Sunshine.

Ironic right?

That also used to be my mother’s nickname. It’s because of our bright yellow hair, but from what I’ve heard, she lived up tp the name.

Unlike me.

Names bring up bad memories.

Names like mine.

Names of the dead.

sunshines log- Stranger

These city streets were normally empty, except for myself, but tonight was different.

Other footsteps echo in the distance, trailing behind me.

My mind immediately screamed ‘Danger!’ and I quickened my pace. So did the stranger.

I rounded the corner, onto another street then into an ally way before my stalker got onto that street.

I hid in the darkness and waited for them. I pulled my gun from its holster and waited.

Confused footsteps grew close, and when he was in my sight my foot lashed out and I kicked him in the back, sending him to the pavement.

No one sneaks up on me.

My revolver presses into his temple.

“What the F*** do you want old man?”  I yell, staring at him.

Not a threat, my brain concluded, but my body wouldn’t take the chance.

This face seemed familiar, yet I have never seen this man before.

Then I realized it. He looked like me… Or I looked like him. Same round eyes and tight face. I was told that I looked more like my mother, but had the features of my father. Though I know neither. Why did this man look like me?

Who was he?

sunshines log- Paradise

Paradise? What is paradise? A dream for the people with nothing to live for?

Paradise means nothing to me. Why waste your time thinking about something instead of doing something good for yourself. Stop dreaming.

Wake up.

LIVE

Right now there is no time for dreaming. Dreamers are considered weak where I’m from.

Dreamers get killed.

That’s why I say stop dreaming and do something.

Do something to get you to paradise.

sunshines log- Phobia

No one really knew this about me (hell I didn’t until now) but as soon as the small structure of a building caved in and trapped me within a small space, I was truly afraid. I was stuck between the roof and some rubble around me. To other people it would have seemed like a small bed room.

It felt more like I was stuck in broom closet filled with junk. I moved around to see if there was a simple way out. Nope. You would have to remove the rubble.

F**k

I tried to move some but it felt as if the room was closing in on me. Fear started washing over me and I hurried to free the rubble. Bad idea.

The roof fell where I made an opening and the room became smaller.

Ohgodohgodohgod.

I took a couple deep breaths. I need to think. I need to free myself, but it felt as if there was a corn wrapping around my throat, making it hard to breathe. I started to sweat.

How! How can I get out!

Now it felt as if something was squeezing me too hard.

It hurts…Im scared.

“LET ME OUT!”

My gun pulls from its holster and I start shooting the roof.

Sunlight spills in.

An escape. I’m free.

sunshines log- wasteland

Some people probably couldn’t live like I do, but this wasteland is home, with its dry soil and rocky terrain.

I was born during this time of death and destruction. The apocalypse, as some called it.

This life is the only one I’ve ever known.

Unlike others that lived before this dangerous time period and had to change their whole lifestyle.

I guess I’m lucky in a sense that I didn’t lose everything.

Yet I’m unlucky because I was born during this time of hardship. Where there is now law, and anything, or anyone could kill you.

I can’t complain though. At least I’m alive.

That’s all that matters right now.

I’ll do anything to stay alive.

bad one! XD

I was in the shop pn the side of the road and looked at the food near me. I grabed a few cans and went to the front to check out. I got out my cash and when she didnt turn to me i grew mad. I stood there for a while, then i yelled at her. She looked scared when i did. I left the store and took the food with me. I hate this place.

sunshines log- Bullet

Was there once a time when people could walk around freely? With no threat of being killed or hurt? Where living was once fun? That sounds really nice right now, but instead I’m on the ground with a bullet in my leg. I’m normally more careful, but I was caught off guard. 

Of course they were dead now, but the fact that they got at me gnawed at my thoughts.

Can’t think now though. Have to act. Have to stop the bleeding. I used my scarf as a bandage and tied it tight around the wound. Pain shot through my leg, making me cry out.

I grabbed my rifle and used it to pull myself up off the ground.

It’s going to be a long walk home

Danger

No one understands quite well. We're a wild bunch, and pretty dangerous if you ask me. Sure our population is growing, but they're all too young and inexperienced, unlike us. The five of us are all in our 20's so we knew what it was like before BL\i existed. They call us Crash Queens, and Motor Babies. We live for the thrill and nothing can stop us. We're killjoys and that will never change. Not even when we die since a true Killjoy never dies. Sure our bodies might be gone, but in the desert we live on. We live forever in the hearts and minds of our new generation, but they will never get us. Nope, we will never die. At least not by the hands of the industry. They might be strong in numbers, but were stronger because we still have a heart. 

Writing practices~

What would it be like to live in an all natural world? would we be living like the natives that once roamed out lands? Since we would have nothing like technology, or plastic or metal. just nature and you. Would you be able to live like that? You would have to build you own shelter, how would you do that? Well the indians did. If anything like that happened hardly anyone would know what to do, and i dout they would live very long. It would be like if you were randomly just thrown onto a deserted island with nothing but youself. No suplies or anything.
Could you survive?

Blood~ blood~ gallons of the stuff~

So I get to donate some blood again tomorrow. wee~ its my second time doin it. I cant lie, im kinda excited~
I go right after my first block so im prolly gonna miss a bunch of classes~ wee again~
well at least i get to do it. I was taking antibiotics but i stopped Sunday night so hopefully they're out of my blood.

Am I weird for liking to donate blood? because everyone else I talk to says I'm weird because i like it. It's more like I like the way it feels when its being drawn. though the whole fainting thing is kinda scary. but the experience is still pretty cool~