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May 18, 2016

Merely A Human

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I looked around the room.

Every coloured eye was glowing back in the flashing lights of the underling club. I was an idiot to think bring Royce to this place was a good idea. He was a mere rat in a room full of hungry cats now that I had the moment to think about it.

There by one of the standing tables was a group of vamps drinking their bloody mary’s and eyeing up the guy that I was no responsibile for. If I didn’t care so much I would have left him on his own in a place like this, but something about this guy had grown on me like the mould in the corner of a gym bathroom.

I didn’t like the fact his partnership was causing me to work around what I would normally do. It wasn’t like I could hide him here. Most in this room relied on scent to hunt and they liked the jelly meat suits of humans over their veggatarian diets of donar blood.

“They don’t look that weird,” Royce whispered, drawing my attention back to him. He stood beside me, his eyes looking over the room. “I was excepting…”

“Bladerunner? Night of the Living dead type shit?” I spat, rolling my eyes.

Of course he’d think that. The upperlings always had their wild imaginations. They painted us out to be monsters and sure some of us were but not all. Some of us were just like those mortals that controlled the city above. But, it was harder to explain that than just letting his little monkey brain come up with his own explaination.

“Stick close,” I growled. I pulled him to my side, wrapping an arm around his neck. “If anyone asks you’re my food.”

He smirked, nodding his head as he wrapped an arm around my waist.

Royce was handling this whole underling thing better than I had thought. Most humans would have been panicking or would have tried getting away. This guy didn’t do that. He kept his cool and pulled in close as if I had put him under some kind of trance.

Pretty close. Smells nice. Freaky glowing eyes. 

I wanted to laugh at his thoughts. They jumped between me and the room. Not that I was going to let on that I could hear them. He was a monkey, letting his hormones control his mind until something caught his attention pulling his thoughts from my scent to whatever.

The eyes of the patrons watched me more than my partner. Their looks of confusion and up turned lips of disgust made it obvious our presence was ruining their vibe. That was fine. I rarely spent time in places like this any more. They could think whatever they wanted about me. I was here for information.

“You!”

There came a hissing from behind me as a red eyed vamp stopped before us. Her eyes danced over Royce, while she licked her lips. This creature must have sense Royce’s heartbeat and smelt the sweat that stained the collar and pits of his shirt. She slinked closer, sniffing the air.

“Piss off,” I snarled, pushing the vamp back as she hissed. “He’s mine.”

“No one own’s a upperling sweetheart,” the vamp hummed, moving closer again, “not in this place.”

I rolled my eyes, pulling Royce closer. He was a head taller than me and if I was in the upper level he would be the threatening one. Here he was nothing. He was just food.

“Do you know what I am?” I growled, lunging forward to wrap my fingers around the vamps throat. “I eat pests like you for breakfast.”

“And what, that male there is your dessert?” she chuckled.

I let her throat go, stepping back to wrap my arms around Royce’s waist. He was stiff as a board, unsure what I was  doing but he knew better than to cause a scene in a place like this. I ran my fingers up his button shirt, loosening his tie before peering back at the vamp.

“He’s nothing but food,” I whispered. Royce placed his hand on my back, looking at me with his charming smirk. “Merely a human.”

The vamp hissed, storming off into the crowd as I let Royce go. His heart still raced as he averted his eyes from my glance. His face was flushed as he breathed through his nose.

“It’s all right, Royce. You’re not the first human to fall for me.”

Is she serious? Must be a joke… should I…

He laughed, shaking his head. The flush in his cheeks brighter than before when I didn’t join in his moment of embarrassed humour.

 

Suffering From Millennial Mouth

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When it comes to writing something out I come across as being much older than I actually am. I take my time to think of what I’m going to write and how I want people to portray what I’m going to say. My style, my voice in writing in very different from the actual words that come out of my mouth.

When I type out a story or a blog post my brain forces the words I’m typing through a filter, allowing time to pass between what I’m thinking and what is typed at a fair pace that allows for a smooth transition of fingers to words to happen. I work hard to get what I want to say across to my readers and I absolutely love conversing with a variety of people I would have never met otherwise.

Now, as much as I sound well educated on my blog and present myself in a mature manner through my various social media accounts – in person I sound nothing like how I type.

I like to call this part of me the ‘Millennial Mouth’. When I write in proper sentences on here, using proper words, and most times proper grammar – I speak like I have never heard words before.

When I’m with an older crowd of people my brain forces the filter in front of my mouth and I can communicate properly. That’s the same with work… I’m a great communicator when it is needed of me.

tumblr_inline_nliyk9icz61qjcstiBut if I’m standing at a bus stop or hanging out with my friends at the mall, my words become atrocious. I sound like Google translate gone wrong, yet it amazes me when those of my age group understand me. I can cut out words from a sentence, or create compound words that aren’t really compound words and those around me understand. I can speak in sounds and use like a lot, which in turn has those I’m with communicate the same way and I understand them.

We are modern-day Neanderthals with cellphones, speaking a language that would make those older cringe… but somehow I am still understood.

It baffles me sometimes but at the same time I understand how it happens. Language is an ever changing fluid thing. New words are added to the dictionary every year. When I was a kid saying ‘cool beans’ was the thing and now its ‘on fleek’. When my grandparents were my age their words were ‘bee’s knees’ and ‘cat’s meow’. Every generation adds to our language… and as much as I feel that what I’m speaking is butchering the English language it is actually moulding it for the times.

We don’t speak or write the same way as Shakespeare. Actually, Shakespeare was a creator of many of the words were still use today. Not many of that time actually spoke the way Shakespeare wrote and with the language growing if was language innovators like Shakespeare that gave us the platform to build from today. jhw8hgc

So, yes, I speak terribly most of the time but the words I speak reflect the generation I’m part of. I don’t mind that, since one day the words I’m speaking with be replaced by so many other words. My language will be outdated and I’m fine with that. At least the language I’m typing is more of the mature universal tone that will live throughout the ages. 🙂

Little Robin

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Little robin in my tree

Tilting its head and watching me.

Its body bouncing on the limb

Sun’s a setting and daylight dims.

Little robin fly home and rest

Cuddle up warm in your nest.

Tomorrow will bring a brand new day

And your branch will be here for you to stay.

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Saw a little robin sitting outside my window in the tree next to my apartment. It was watching me type away on the windowsill. Every time I looked at him he would tilt his head. This poem – although not one of my best – came to my mind and I wanted to share it. The picture isn’t mine. I wanted to take a picture of him but all I had was my cellphone and the resolution of the pictures were carp. Yes, I typed carp on purpose so don’t correct me. I’m trying to lessen my swearing in my life so that translates to more creative swearing in my blog.

Anywho, that is all for now. 🙂

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