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A week has passed. Only a week.

And now I only have a day to prepare. Adrenaline, the sister of fear, courses through my veins as I breathe a shaky sigh, filling my lungs with oxygen as I anticipate the growing hours that will determine my fate here at the Academy, as though I were about to jump off the highest peak of the icy Himilayas with only a parachute to secure my survival.

Kid has taught me well, and I owe him all the credit in the world. If it weren't for him, I would not have this second chance. I have to make the best of the situation; I must seize...

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I wake up to a swirling world. The room spins around me in a circle, and there's a massive pounding in my head. It kind of freaks me out. I don't like hearing the blood rushing around in my skull. It's not very comforting. My right arm feels like it's on fire, but I can tell that it's bandaged up, and bandaged well too. Some voices emanate just outside the door. It's bright. The sunlight leaks through the orange curtains, and I feel strangely at peace despite the circumstances. I wonder how long I've been out. I hope it hasn't been too long. I look...

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My alarm clock goes off at 6AM, and I groan in despair. I may be a budding meister, but if there’s anything that I can’t stand, it’s the mandatory strength that waking up demands of my body. I love sleep. I yawn and shake my sister awake. “Adrienne, get up. We need to meet Kid at the DWMA in an hour.”
    “No,” my sister moans, turning over on her side. She’s always one to sleep in, my sister. I can’t budge her from her bed, and there have been instances in which I’ve tried to wake her up but ended up getting...

The DWMA - a school for the most skilled meisters in all of the country. It is said that there is a lot of history that has to do with the renowned Academy. Its headmaster, Lord Death, has plenty of history all on his own.
From the corridors, to the classrooms, to the library filled with books upon books of knowledge, wisdom, and overall history of this great school.
One student makes his way through the labyrinth of novels, Arthur Kirkland (otherwise known as 'Iggy'). The British meister sports an olive-green tuxedo and appears before his fellow classmates in a military-like fashion.
His blond...

This is an article I have written for my sister, Adrienne. It's for her amusement.

The room is bright. Too bright. It's so bright that it seems bleached. Greyson Chance knows this.
"Too bright... Too bright! I'm blind!" He closes the shutters in his room and spins around in his desk chair. "Wee!"
There's a knock on the door, and he quickly composes himself with a small smile and a quick nod. "Come in."
It's his mother. She walk-skips into the room with a broad grin on her face.
"Greyson, I have great news! You're invited!"
"Invited?" He raises an eyebrow, still smiling but quizzically now.
"Yes!...

Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it, a great Chinese teacher once said. Aesthetics have always been a part of the world - a part of the universe as a whole in its entirety. Beauty has always existed. Famous philosophers of older times were able to see such aesthetics, but as time wears on, people lose touch.
It is tragic to say that as each generation is lost, so are their abilities to see true beauty. They dwindle away like a weary flame. Truly tragic. However, I'm not so quick to lose this dexterity. You see, there is only one key component that plays a part in true beauty, and...

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It's a beautiful day. And right about now, I would start going off about how the pavement is soaking up the sunshine and I'm at ease, but that's not the case. In fact, sunshine is probably my worst enemy right now.
    I glare down at the ground, my hands on my knees. I haven't worked this hard in a while. That's for certain. My legs feel wobbly and weak, my entire being fatigued from all the exercises I've endured thus far here at the Academy. It's the end of the day. Everyone has retired to their homes. After my morning exercises,...

“Life is for the living.
Death is for the dead.
Let life be like music.
And death a note unsaid.”
~ Langston Hughes, The Collected Poems

If, upon the unfortunate event, I am to die
Let me lie in a sun-filled graveyard
Where I may share forevermore my darling
My legend, my song, my virtues

If, upon the unfortunate event, I am to leave
Do not weep for my empty seat, my empty bed
For we shall meet again my love
And honesty shall remain to take my place

If, upon the unfortunate event, I am to bleed
Let my blood be spilt for a reason
Let my life be taken so that one may live
Keep my eternal song and nurture...

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The bond Kid and I have established has kept me up all night. All through the late hours, I lay in my bed with only my thoughts and the soothing sound of my sister's snoring to keep me company. Ever since the incident in the sparring room, I've been feeling strangely different, especially around Kid. It's like every time I'm close to him, an electric charge courses through my veins and awakens the slumbering desire within me. I don't know what I'm yearning for exactly. All I know is that it has something to do with Kid. However, the yearning for whatever...

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“Hello, are you a new student?” the woman at the front office asks me.
    “Oh no,” I correct, “I’m just a temporary visitor. I think my name should be in the system, though.”
    “I see. Let me check the database.” She clicks on a few tabs with her mouse and pushes a few buttons here and there before she asks, “And what’s your full name?”
    “My name is Jordan Lunette,” I answer. My last name has always been something significant to me. Lunette derives from the...

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My future has always occurred to me as unknown – a blank piece of paper with nothing to be found on either side of the sheet. I have always tried to be strong. I have always tried to be brave, and I most certainly have always tried to be the best I can possibly be in this world, but is that enough? Is that enough to uncover the clandestine fragment – the one jagged piece missing in the puzzle?
What is to become of me? What am I destined to be in this world? What is my purpose? Why am I here? These questions rattle around in my brain, unhinged and...

*Note* This is a true story. Everything in this article is true, and if you're a friend of mine, you should be able to accept my past and who I am today. If not, then that's that. Get your fake ass off my club.

A long time ago, in 2009... I joined Fanpop for the first time.
Back then, there was a main chat that everyone could log into, and everyone could talk in one chat room at the same time. I thought it was interesting, so I decided to enter the chat. I entered multiple times, but nobody ever cared to talk to me, and whenever I'd say something, people would ignore me.
I don't have any friends....

I have had the opportunity to read many books in my lifetime, many of which have changed my perspective on life and have also influenced my own writing to a certain degree. As of 2013, my favorite authors are as follows:

L.E.Modesitt Jr
Anne McCaffrey
J.R.R Tolkien
Terry Brooks
Stephen King
Dean Koontz
George Orwell

Here are some of the books that have changed my perspective on life.

The first is the absolute first book I read from L.E.Modesitt Jr, which is called The Magic Engineer. I loved this book, because it surpassed my expectations of what a typical fantasy book should be like... Instead of...

"Please, come inside," the teacher bids. "Take a seat and make yourself comfortable." The teacher is an old woman. Very old. Time has made its mark on her face, but she continues to do her part as one of the school faculty.
A short, beautiful woman steps through the door of the classroom, and she takes a lounging seat at one of the round tables. Her colorful eyes don't wander. She stays still and awaits what the teacher has to say regarding her daughter's behavior.
"As you may know," the older woman begins, "your daughter is very advanced. Her reading scores are exemplary, and her grades...