It's not a love story

I apologize for the delay in a post, but I have not dedicated time into writing lately. I have been developing ideas though in this time. So I thought I would give you this as a little treat. So, here is a little introduction to a story I just started working on. I hope you enjoy. 

Love is a four letter word. It is noun but it can also be used as a verb. The definition of the word love is, a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person. It can also mean a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, as for a parent, child, or friend. Love is also a sexual passion or desire. What is love really though? 

What do I mean by that? Well I guess I really don’t know what it is. I would have to say that love is different to each individual person. Some people think love is just having sex with someone else. Their are people who think love is a way to express how you feel about someone or something. What do I believe though? 

I believe that love is when you realize that after getting to know someone, and I mean really getting to know them after a period of time that you can’t even stand to begin thinking  about living without them in your life. Love is when you remember the little things about the other person. The little things that they do that just make them who they are and why you love them. Like how they wake up in the morning and give you that amazing kiss. How about when they try and dress to make their eyes a certain color. Maybe even how they laugh. When you know how a person functions inside and out, that is what I call love. When you would do anything in the world to make that person happy, that is what I call love. 

After all this time of getting to know them, after all you do for the one you love, and even after all the times you laughed and loved together, what do you do when that person you loved no longer wants you in their life? Even after all the possible years of getting to know everything about that person, and falling in madly in love they can still manage to break you heart, just like that. Sometimes you can see it coming, but sometimes it can hit you out of nowhere. 

Then you begin to look back on the memories you shared together. All the times when you two were happy and were having the times of your life. How you two almost got caught doing something you shouldn’t have once. How you tickled her/him, and ended up wrestling each other in a fight of tickling. How you two just laid on the couch all day in each others arms watching movies and just being happy. Thats when you forget what it was like to be happy. This is why this story is called what its called, because it’s not a love story.

To be continued . . . in a longer version of a tale of lost love. 

This has been a introduction to a story based on true events. 

Purpose

We all have a purpose in life right? Steve Jobs (co-founder of Apple Inc.) once said this about life, "We're here to put a dent in the universe. Otherwise why would we be here?" The problem is what is a person's purpose, or what "dent" are they going to put in this universe? Good question right?

Take a minute to think . . . what is your purpose in life? What dent are you going to put in the universe for all of us? Think about that for a minute . . . .

If your younger you may be thinking, "What the hell does that matter, I have my whole life ahead of me to think about that." It does matter though. Like I was always told throughout my years in school, "It's never to early to start thinking about your future." I think about it daily, I think what do I want to do with my life? What do I want my purpose in life to be? I believe my purpose is going to be to entertain people with my words and through films. You never really know though do you? I might change my mind. You most likely will change your mind but thats okay. Really it is because its just one more step to finding your dent you will make.

What if you have no clue what you want to do? I say just spend a few minutes every night thinking about it. Connect your interests with possible things you could do for a future career/purpose in life. You may think you don't have a purpose, but you do we all do, you just need to believe in it. There are days I think, I will be a nobody. What do I do to overcome it? I think of my dreams that I have, and I push the limits of those dreams beyond what I had ever imagined. I might not achieve them, I might achieve them, but the important thing is that I will try my hardest to achieve my dent in this world. If someone tells you that you won't or can't do it, do this little thing I like to call "ignoring" and try your hardest. Try, try, and try again that is all I can say. Oh and remember we all have a purpose.

Now, if your older you might be thinking about what have I done with my life to leave a dent behind? Am I right? Well did you get married, have any kids, be in somewhat of a relationship, enjoy life's greatest adventures, or something at all? Some things that you might think are little, could be a big deal if you really think about it. What about having kids and being married, and thats all you did with your life (plus having a job). Lets say you had two kids and you were like the greatest parent to them. Your wife/husband loved you too. Well lets see that is three life's you have affected with your life. I would say that is a pretty big dent, plus those two kids could turn out to be great and because of your existence you brought them into this world to do those great things. Even if they didn't do anything but fall in your footsteps, they still did something great, they made people (someone) happy. What if your not married? What if you just enjoyed life as it went past and stayed happy? Well your dent, I would say, is that you kept yourself happy. Some people are never happy but you managed to do it.

What if you didn't do any of those things. Well reader I don't know your life, but just think of the positives. Think of all the great things that could come from the positives that you have done with your life. The moral or point I am getting at is that everyone has a purpose in life. You may not believe it, but it is the truth about life. I also want to say that everyone deserves to be happy. Sure there are going to be days maybe weeks on end where you are down in the dumps (sad/depressed), but happiness is only so far away and I promise one day you will be happy again if you try. I am not telling you to bury the past to make yourself happy, I am saying that happiness will find you, if you try.

Happiness is a purpose, and it is also a dent that can affect our world in so many ways. Just remember that you have a purpose in your life. All you have to do is try and follow your dreams, along with trying to be happy! Then when you are gone, you will have somehow left a "dent" in the universe!

Lost love

Here is an old story I wrote a couple months ago, but never wanted to put it on here. I decided to put it on here tonight to decide if it is any good? I know there might be quite a few errors because it is a rough idea I had at the time . . . Enjoy it: 

It was supposed to be a perfect weekend for us. She was supposed to come on the 27th of April to spend Friday and Saturday night with me so she could stay the whole weekend. I had it all planned out: Friday we would go have dinner at the local town park, Saturday we would spend all day doing something together, then that night I would surprise her with with dinner at her favorite restaurant, Fuji, then surprise her with a night bowling, then I would take her up on a hill by my house so we could stare at the stars and just talk with each other. Of course though I should have known, things don’t always go according to plan. Who would have guess they would have gone this badly though. 

April 17th, 2013, my girlfriend was leaving for a trip to Florida with her family for like five days. This was all in the plan, I knew she was going on this trip and it was fine, she would be back in time for our special prom that I had planned out for us. She had no idea what I had planned, and I was just getting more excited by the day for surprising her. 

My girlfriend’s name was Emma Manbury. She is absolutely gorgeous, but of course I would say that right? I am not kidding though she is absolutely the most beautiful girl I have ever laid eyes on. She has amazingly smooth blonde hair, the greatest blue eyes you would ever want to stare into, and just incredibly smooth skin. Her personality is just amazing, she is very opinionated (believe me when I say you will never win an argument with her), she can be ditzy which is what makes her great, and she just loves to laugh which I love. 

Enough about me talking about how amazing she is, which you wouldn’t fully understand until you actually met her anyway. Back to her trip to Florida though. Well, she had a great flight down there, everything went perfect. She had let me know when she landed and everything. She took lots of pictures with her iPod which I got via a photo stream on my iPhone and iPad. She looked like she was having a great time. They had went to Disney World for there trip. She took a picture in front of the famous Disney castle. 

The flight home is where everything had went wrong. The accident was devastating. What you might be thinking is that the plane crashed right? Well no, thats not what had happened. The flight went great, prefect even. Her plane landed right on time like it was supposed to. After her plane ride is where everything went wrong I was told. I wasn’t there, and maybe if I was there things could have happened differently. I should have been there, but no instead I was at work washing some semi-trucks. 

I was told by her mother over the phone that Emma had apparently walked across the parking lot to go to there car, and some reckless jackass had come around the corner had hit her going 15 MPH. He had broken both of her legs, and cracked five ribs, and caused serious head trauma. The hospital she was flown to was in Rochester, Minnesota. The second I had heard about it I just took of driving from my home in Owen, Wisconsin. It was about a three hour drive, but the way I was driving, I was there in two hours. 

I loved this girl, I had been dating her for about three years now, and I couldn’t imagine life without her. The car ride was probably the longest time I have been apart from her, and I have gone a month without seeing her before. How could something like this have happened? If only I was there, things could have been completely different. If I was there I could have picked her up out front, so she wouldn’t have had to be in the parking lot at all. 

Her mother told me on the phone as I was driving, that she was in serious condition and that she had went into a coma. I was terrified to lose her. She was my everything as I told her all the time. We have been dating for three years so of course she is very important to me! Only reason we aren’t farther than dating is because I am still in high school and still planning on attending college. 

When I had gotten to the hospital they tI saw her mother immediately. You could tell she had been crying because around her eyes, which were the exact same color as her daughters, were red. She came up to me and said in a somewhat soothing voice, “Emma is in surgery right now for her legs and broken ribs. They said it could take awhile.” 

I hadn’t cried yet because I couldn’t believe the news that I was told. I didn’t want to believe it, but now that I was here I couldn’t help the tears. I couldn’t help it. Emma’s mom brought me into a hug as I cried and said, “It’ll all be okay, she is a tough girl.” 

This has been a story by Noah Mark Bitney 

Pawns

Two humans (or what appear to be humans) are sitting in front of a futuristic computer screen. On the computer screen is a man walking through a modern day home.

"I am sick of this human, he has become to independent and self possessed."

"Then why don't you just kill him off?"

"I have thought about it, but I have been trying to get him to become wimpy and some-what of a man whore," stated a man with a very techno-style accent.

"I say just buy a new one, and have him do the things you want. I mean wouldn't it be simpler that way?" questioned another man but with a more foreign accent.

"I guess. I mean it is hard to change a human's path isn't it?" asked the first man.

"Yeah after like 15-20 years they start to develop there own since of way, they discover new things that users bring into there world. They decide to change paths from what we have originally set for them. Sure richer people control the better people in the game, and don't care what they do as long as they are successful," explained the foreign accent man.

"Items and people in this are starting to get outta hand though! To kill my human is like $1500," said the techno-style accent man pointing at the screen which was showing prices of methods to kill human.

"I think it should be free to kill a human if it is required of us to kill them when we are done with them," said foreign accent.

"I agree Franklin. They require everyone to kill of their human if they want a new one, but they charge us for it. I wonder what would happen if someone didn't kill of there human?"

Franklin, the foreign accent man, looked shocked at what Josh, the other man, had said. "No one has ever done that Josh. That is crazy talk, it can't be done! That could risk the existence of the game, The Human Condition."

"It can be done, you just have to be smart at it. Plus how would you know that it would risk the existence of the game? No one would know because no one has actually ever done it before. We could be the first ones? Aren't you somewhat interested in what could happen?" exclaimed Josh.

"Well yeah I am sure that we are not the first ones to even think about this! Hypothetically speaking though, if we were to do this, how would we do it?" asked Franklin. Franklin seemed to be very intrigued all of a sudden. "We could be the creators of something greater if we did this couldn't we, the first ones . . . ever, hypothetically speaking though of course."

"Well I am a computer hacker, so we could potentially figure it out. I am sure if we work hard enough we could find away around ending a human cycle with out ending his life. You want to try and see what would happen to a human life without it being under control by any Starter?"

Josh and Franklin are two Starters. Starters are aliens from another planet in the Milky Way Galaxy actually. It is an undiscovered planet called by its natives (Starters), Antecedent. Josh and Franklin are the two Starters that are responsible for the Great War. For the entire existence of the Earth, human beings thought they were there own self. In reality, Starters have been controlling there every move. Everything that has happened in human history, has happened because the Starters were playing a game called, The Human Condition. Starters created earth and everything on it because they wanted to create the ultimate game ever!

Starters would be able to control the life of one human being at a time. They decided everything that the human did. Eventually the game on Antecedent became a Starters life. Starters spend all day controlling the human beings, and when they send their human to bed Starters went out and did there stuff till they woke them up. (Starters never sleep, plus a day on Antecedent is longer than a Earth day).  Starters made money on the game also which is what made the game more of a lifestyle for a Starter.

What Josh and Franklin did was open the human world to us. A human that was aloud to think for itself could make others think for themselves and learn about a Starters existence! After Josh unlocked Zac Ruiln, his human being you found out earlier, all it took was three months for the Great War to begin. Where Humans rebelled against Starters who invaded, for there freedom. So begins the story of the pawns.

There is more to come on this interesting concept. This has been a fictional story by Noah Mark Bitney. 

True love

There once was this couple that I knew who were literally meant to be, but apparently they didn't really know it. They had met three years ago at a gas station in a small little town. This is the beginning of there story.

Jack, the guys name, had just stopped to fuel up his car but to find out he had no money left in his wallet for gas. He was stranded. Julia though was the kind of person who would help any stranger no matter how strange they looked. She had actually lived in the little town the hate met on this fateful day. She ran to the gas station for a gallon of milk, but not for her life to be turned upside down.

She saw Jack sitting there and got curious because he wasn't really doing anything. So when she had went to the cashier who she knew well she asked, "Um Jeremy, what is this man outside doing here?"

Jeremy was an older man and responded in his wheezy voice, "Oh he is basically stranded here because he has no gas and no money. No one will lend him some money because he lives about three hours away and he needs gas to get there. Thats what he told me anyway." Jeremy coughed a couple times into his handkerchief, 40 years of smoking didn't do him any good. "I told him he could stay here as long as he needed to."

Julia seemed interested in the man, intrigued really at the fact that he didn't have any money. I mean who leaves home to go three hours without at least $20 bucks just in case. "Doesn't he want to call someone to come pick him up or something?" she asked, her curiosity mounting.

"He said he has no one to call," replied Jeremy.

"See ya later Jer," said Julia waving leaving the building, milk in hand. She headed toward Jack, but of course she didn't know who he was at the moment. "HEY, you whats you name?" she yelled at Jack pointing to him with her free hand.

Jack looked around wondering if this beautiful woman walking out of the gas station was talking to him. "Um me?" he replied as she got closer.

"Yeah you, I heard you were in some trouble?" she asked setting her milk down on the bench where he was sitting.

All Jack could think was that he had never seen anything more beautiful in his life. "Um yeah, outta gas, and outta money," he said trying not to stare.

"Well I was just thinking about going on a road trip if you'd wanna join me so you can get your money?" she offered the man. She really wasn't but the moment she had load eyes on this man something inside her changed. "Something about him just makes me wonder," she thought to herself. "Where abouts you from?"

Jack could not believe what this women was offering. Who would be willing to help out a complete stranger, much less drive him to his home and back? "There is no way I could ask you to do that. I live about three hours north from here," Jack said looking at her.

"Well I am willing to give you a lift there and back so you can get some money for gas, if you want to? I been looking for a reason to get out of town anyways," she had said. She had now looked at him, really looked at him, and noticed that he was a very charming looking guy.

"I am willing to take you up on that offer ma'am if you tell me two things: your name and why you would help a complete stranger that you have never met before? I mean what if I am a crazy person?" asked Jack.

"Well I would have to respond to those questions with this," said Julia as she sat down on the bench next to Jack. "I asked for your name first so until you answer my question you won't be getting any answers from me," Julia replied in a kind of joking sassy way.

Jack chuckled. He knew he was already starting to like this girl. "Ha well my name is Jack Hilmen," he said holding out his hand, "nice to meet you."

She took his hand and shook it. She noticed he had rough hands, but yet they had a sense of warmth when they touched her skin. "Well Jack, now to answer your questions, my name is Julia Brewin. Second I would hope your not a crazy person because you seem to be a good man to who I would like to learn more about on a quest to locate you some money," she finished jokingly.

They both laughed. Jack realized he really did like this woman even though they just met. She was cute and funny. He had been thinking though the same thing she was, "He would like to learn more about her also." So he had accepted her offer, within ten minutes they were out on the open highway talking with each other. They had learned that they had things in common, some things not in common but that is the way with everyone. She was adventurous, he was a quite person who liked order.

By the end of the car ride there they had realized that they wanted more than just this casual acquaintance. They shared a kiss, and that was when they knew they wanted to be together. They never came home that day when they could have. Julia had spent a whole weekend with Jack at his home where they learned more about each other than they ever could have imagined. If Julia wouldn't have noticed him at the gas station none of this would have never happened. Jack was grateful for the fact of his car running out of gas at that town because if it wouldn't have he never would have met his true love.

He knew that by the end of there first time together that he really truly loved her, and Julia realized it too they just never told each other until later. They both had known though that they were meant to be.

What they didn't know waking up on that morning they met was that there life could be flipped upside down by one person. One person who made them so incredibly happy. When they left each other that Monday morning at the gas station, they had promised to continue to see each other every singe weekend.   One thing they didn't and did know was this weekend had and would completely change there lives . . . forever.

To be continued . . . 


This has been a fictional story by Noah Mark Bitney. 

Change, it happens

Remember being a kid? Remember all the dream you had, or when your imagination just wandered free and you didn't give a shit about what anybody thought? You just did what you loved right? Things change though. Imagine as a kid caring about a car payment or what kind of cell phone plan you need. Weird right? No kid has any of those worries in there life, well at least for a little while until things change again. Change is a natural way of life. It is like death, it is inevitable. 

The biggest change that you would go through in life from the beginning is graduating High School. All your life your parents have had control over you, you have had to go to school and do well to pass with decent grades, and you didn't know what was out there waiting for you. As soon as you turn 18 and graduate from High School though all of that changes. You don't have to continue on with schooling, you don't have to live with your parents anymore, you need a job, and you need to figure out what you think you purpose in life is. Your whole life changes after graduating from High School. You need to find out what it is that you want to do with you life. 

For some it would be not continuing on with your education, and just finding a job without a college degree. For some that will work, some people with just a High School Diploma do really REALLY well. Other though continue on with there education to become a doctor, writer, director, marine biologist, engineer, teacher, chemist, and well you get the point. 

Now what about getting married and having kids? You never think about that as reality as a kid. Sure little girls plan there wedding, but you actually never REALLY think about one day actually having to get married. As a kid you just go with your imagination. You played in the sandbox, or at the park pretending to be superhero's. Not thinking that one day you could potentially be playing a superhero in a movie, or hauling sand in trucks for some company. 

There is one thing though that you never actually put thought into until you are older. Have you ever honestly ever thought about death as a little kid? Have you ever thought about how in fact one day you aren't going to be existent on this world? One day you will die, but the world will continue to live on. It is the ultimate inevitable. You can't avoid it no matter how much you try. It is a scary thing to think about because you just don't think about it but it is the truth. One day in the (hopefully) distant future your heart won't be beating on this world any longer. 

One thing to think about though is not death, but change and how it comes in all forms of your life. Change is as inevitable as death, in the fact that there is really no control over it. Look how much the world of technology has changed in the past 10 years? Look how much you have changed in 10 years? Take a look outside or at your local town. How much of it has changed in 10 years? Everything changes as time goes on. You cannot avoid it. 

As a student who is about to graduate from High School, I have started to become accustom to change. With my parents coming into quite a bit of money, to them changing the place where I grew up. Change has become quite natural in my life. I used to have to work everyday milking cows, now I go to work at a trucking company, and have a car payment to make every month. Just 10 years about I was eight years old and probably didn't have a care in the world. Now I have 10,000 cares in the world from my girlfriend to my amazing friends at school. 

So just get used to change because IT does happen, and there is nothing you can do about it. 

What if . . .

You know who you are right? You know what foods you like to eat, and food that you don't like. You know what kind of movies you like to watch, and music you like to listen too. You know who your parents and friends are. You know that 2+2=4. You know that we live on the plant Earth. You know lots of things right? What about the things you don't know though? Have you ever thought about them?



I was watching Television one night, in my room after a long day at work. I was watching "Shrek" on TBS. When all of a sudden it happened. "BREAKING NEWS!" The news channel interrupted what I was watching. They told me the unthinkable. Sure people might have thought this was very possible, but most people thought that it was impossible, that there was no such thing. All I found out after that night that I was certain of, and after the course of the next year was one thing, that we were all wrong on what we thought.

On that night in my room I never thought that there would be another planet out there in the universe that would hold humans just like us. NASA told us that the, Hubble Space Telescope, had found another planet in our solar system. This wasn't just another rock floating in the sky though. It was another planet that sustained life. This planet had humans that looked, talked, and acted like us. Except they were 100 years more advanced than us.

Apparently from what the NASA experts have found out is that, is that this recently discovered  planet has known of our existence also for over 200 years. They have been spending that time to find a way to get here and take over our planet. This is what we believe though, not something we know. What we know is that there are other human beings out there. For years we thought that this was just a myth that aliens existed, but now we know that there are other forms of life out there in the universe.

NASA said they are working on getting some sort of probe out into space heading towards this planet, which they have named, Planet Life. What NASA says they want to do, is to find out more about this planet, and about the people on it. This is all NASA told the American public on that fateful night.

That night I could not and would not fall asleep again for a whole month. I was a journalist, and this was one of the biggest stories ever. Bigger than the Casey Anthony case. Bigger than Micheal Jackson or Steve Jobs dying. So, the second the television broadcast was off, I got up out of bed, pulled some of my gray sweatpants on and got to work. I booted up my iMac, and opened up Pages on my MacBook Air and started writing the first thoughts that came into my head:

What if the world as we know it is only a puppet show? What if the world we live in is controlled by this new world? What if all the UFO's that we have seen throughout our existence were these aliens checking up on us? What if they come and destroy our world? What if they come to enslave us now that we know about them? How do we know the truth? How will we ever discover more about them, when we have only gotten a man to the moon? These are all questions you should be asking yourselves now that we know, that we aren't the only ones out here in the universe!


What were you doing when you found out? I was sitting in bed watching an old classic movie, "Shrek". Weird because now that is what everyone is going to be talking about. This is all we are going to hear about for the next month or so. This is a serious matter though. What if these people (aliens) on this other planet have the means to destroy us. Shouldn't NASA's first priority be to make some contact with these people? What do you think as a citizen of the planet Earth? 


Getting about one million hits a day on my site, should probably increase now with the fact that people are going to want to know more about this. It only took five minutes for my site to get one million hits with about ten-thousand comments on that post. That is when is happened though. That is when the Battle (or war as some people would come to call it over the year) for Earth began.

To be continued . . .  


This has been a fictional story by Noah Mark Bitney. 

The Aftermath

Dreams can be fun. Dreams are successions of images, ideas, emotions, and sensations that occur involuntarily in the mind during certain stages of sleep. There are good dreams, but then . . . then there are bad dreams. Oh was this a bad dream that I had awoken from. It started out great. Just like a normal day at school sitting in 1st hour with my best friend, Cassandra. We were discussing the latest song that Lady Gaga had released when it all had began.


It had happened in a blink of an eye. One moment Cassandra was smiling looking at me, the next she was laying on the floor with a hole in the middle of her chest, blood oozing out of her wound. I don't know what had happened next but all I know is I got knocked out of my chair and my head landed hard on the floor knocking me out. . . 


When I had woken up I noticed that only five minutes had went by. Blood was scattering the walls, and bodies were laying all over my Biology classroom. Cassandra was dead, along with my teacher, Mr. Franklin, who was laying in front of the classroom door. Then I heard a scream coming from a distance followed by a BOOM. Someone or some people were attacking the school. After the explosion I heard several gunshots and more screaming. I waited in my classroom. Most likely no one would come back in here.


WHAM, someone had slammed up against the classroom door. I saw a brown hair kid's face (whom I didn't recognize) slammed against the door, a bullet hole in his forehead, blood just oozing from the wound. The unknown kids face slid down the window leaving a streak of blood. Someone then walked past the door but didn't look in, it was Sheldon. Sheldon was in my grade, Junior year in High School. He was the class clown (and secretly my crush), everybody loved him. So, what was he doing walking around while someone is killing off students? A thought popped into my head, "It couldn't be though, that can't be it," I told myself.


I could hear sirens coming from a distance, more screams, more gunshots, and another explosion went of. What the fuck was happening? I could feel my heartbeat increase, and then fainted again.


When I woke up next it was buy my mother crying. She was screaming, "THANK GOD YOUR ALRIGHT!" I was so confused. Cops were walking all around the room, stretchers were seen all around the room. 


"Mom whats going on?" I asked her, tears swelling up in her eyes. 


"Um honey, Sheldon and his friend, George, brought gun and bombs into the school and killed . . ."


"What no!?!? They couldn't, why?" I screamed at my mother sitting pushing her arms off of me. 


"They did they killed lots of students and teachers," my mother explained as we walked out of Mr. Franklin's room. Paramedics were everywhere along with S.W.A.T. Bodies were laying on the floors. Blood had stained the walls and doors of classrooms. I just closed my eyes. I could't bear to look at any of it. My father was a teacher at this school, he taught senior english, and when I had opened my eyes I wished I hadn't. My father was laying on a stretcher. He was alive I was told, but extremely hurt with three bull holes in his legs and one through the right of his chest. 


They took my father away from me as I burst it to tears. The tears wouldn't stop either. I heard a police officer "Sheldon and George must have been planning this for a long time because they knew exactly what they were doing. They had the building secure from any entry or exit with bombs that would be blown up with the slightest touch. We didn't want to go anywhere near them either otherwise the people they had strapped near them wouldn't live. In the end none of them surveyed. It's no wonder only a few people survived because we couldn't force any entry without risking there lives.  Sheldon and George really had this planned, the only question now is why?" 


"Well I guess we can ask them later when they are out of the hospital?" 


"Yeah if they survive that is," the police officer said. "One took a bullet to the chest, and the other was hit heart. Doctors said the one that took it to the heart most likely will not live, but the other one has a fighting chance."


I was being walked out of the school, and into an ambulance to check and make sure everything was alright. "Just a precaution," someone had said, but I wasn't listening I was in a daze from what had happened. "Very few survivors," the police officer had said. What did that mean? 


I had found out that only about 50 students had survived out of 350, and out of 20 staff only 3 teachers and a janitor survived this massacre. The worst school massacre in United States history, and then I woke up. It was all a dream. I had a dream that Sheldon, the hottest boy in Winchester High, and his friend George went on a rampage in the school and killed almost everyone in the school. Why would I have such a dream though? It is just weird. 


My alarm went off at 6:55 a.m. It was time to get ready for school. So I did my normal morning routine, where I hoped into the shower, did my make-up and got dressed. By the time I was done with all of that it was pushing quarter to eight. I walked out of my room into the kitchen ready to go to school. My father usually took me to school, but not today . . . there was a note on the kitchen counter waiting for me, it said:


Jackie, I left early this morning to go visit your dad in the hospital and go to work early so I can go take you later today to see your dad. Remember no school. Please call if anything is wrong honey. If you need someone to talk to just call. Grandma said she will be over later to talk to you and keep you company. Talk you when I get home Jackie. Love Mom <3


My dream wasn't fake at all. I re-lived what had happened, and I thought it was all a dream. There was a massacre at school, my dad was injured, and all of my friends were dead. Tears fell from my eyes and then I fainted . . .


This has been a fictional story by Noah Mark Bitney, and is to eventually be continued into a novel.

Beginning, Middle, and End

We all are born right? We all come into this life the same way. We all live life, and then we all eventually meet the end of our life. It is weird to think about isn't it as a kid, that one day you will possibly be a grandparent. That one day you are going to be old and gray.

It is weird to think about as a 17 year old because all you have ever known is your parents taking care of you, supplying you with some help, buying your food, and giving you a home to live in. You get in your final year in High School and then you realize that, that is all going to change, that one day you will be living on you own (well I hope at least). Have you ever thought about that?

Being a teenager you don't have to worry about paying bills and making mortgage payments. We all get older though everyday, and one day in the not so distant future you are going to be doing those things. You will have to make a career choice, go to a job for 40 hours or more a week, make car payments, pay hospital bills, buy food for your home, buy a house, get married, have kids, and much more that adults do that you would never have thought about doing as a teenage/kid.

The inevitable will happen and we will graduate from High School one day, turn 18 and become an adult in the world we know. Vote for our elected officials, and just so much more that we never would have thought about or even dreamed of doing. When that day comes will you (I) be ready to do all those things? So, yeah sure we become a young adult in the world, now what? Well we keep on aging, we get older and older as the time clicks onward, never EVER stoping, giving you a chance to relive a moment, stay the same age.

Before you know it your in the middle of life, you are married, have at least one kid, and have had a career for more than five years. You look back on your life, did you do everything to your full desire? Have you done everything you have wanted to do in life? Look at you life, do you enjoy what you are doing? If there is anything you want to change, if you are not happy with one aspect of your life, I say CHANGE IT! Do whatever you can to make sure you are living you life to its full potential! Why right, why am I saying this? Because you only have one life to live, so why not make it about what you want to do to make yourself happy, and to do what you have always wanted to do. Of course making people happy too along the way, don't be a jerk about things, but if you don't wake up every morning enjoying what you are doing, then something needs to be changed because before you know it, it is going to be to late.

I would say go skydiving or something but that has been over used for living in the moment and doing something exciting with your life. I say find the one you love, and not just "love" someone who you can share anything with. Someone who you know everything about, someone who you could spend every waking minute with for the rest of your life, someone who you couldn't live without, and someone you you deeply love. I say go to an airport and hop on the first plane out of there. Take a trip to a foreign country every year. Go mountain climbing. Do things that you will enjoy. Make memories that you will remember for the rest of your life.

One day you are going to wake up somewhere and you are going to be 80 years old having lived a full life. So, "Seize the day" I say, because one day you will be old. Being old isn't a bad thing though, just as long as you have lived your life, and know that in your last breath of life that you haven't regretted one moment of your life.

Remember "Carpe Diem, seize the day." Remember that and follow it for you entire life, from the beginning, middle, and all the way to the end!

"OH CRAP!"

My life is dedicated to the internet. I am a avid blogger (consiting of four blogs), I have 10,000 subscribers on my YouTube channel, on FaceBook all the time, and a huge tweeter on Twitter. My career is this. I make money from the ads on all of my blogs, my ads from FaceBook, and I work for a advertising company on the internet. I own a 27 inch iMac, 15 inch MacBook Pro, the lastest iPhone adn iPad, and another MacBook Air for personal use. My life has consisted of sitting in front of a computer screen all day. I blog and tweet about completely random things that people love. I make videos on YouTube that people just adore, and fine the funniest thing EVER. I enjoy doing it all too. I even enjoy doing my job online all of the time.

So today is May 7th, 2050, and I just got up and deciding to do my daily routine. Start up my iMac while I plug in my MacBook Air from last nights trip to the local cafe while I was doing some writing there. Then I go and turn the coffee maker on to start making my delicious cup of joe. Then I usually log into my iMac then boot up my MacBook Pro for some video recording later on. Then I go pour myself a cup of coffee, then I move sit in front of my iMac and check my stats from all of my blogs, videos on YouTube, and ads on FaceBook.

So today I was sitting in front of my iMac waiting for it to connect to the internet. Usually doesn't take this long, usually is already connected the second it is turn on. So I get up and check the router in the sink filled kitchen of my apartment. It sits on a little stool siting in the corner of the black walls, gathering dust from not being touched in the last six months. It says that I am connected, all the green little lights are lit up. I reach behind it to check that the plugins are all plugged in, and they are all in there right place. So I shut it off for thirty seconds, because that is usually what you are supposed to do when it isn't working I have been told in the past.

After the thirty seconds past, in which I accidentally drunk some rotten milk (was past it expiration date by like two weeks), I flipped the little switch on the back of the router. The little lights on the front lit up. So then I walked back through the living room, and into my work station to sit in my beautiful black leather chair in front of my iMac. I take a drink out of my mug, which reads "Technology equals ME," and wait for the iMac to pick up the wifi signal.

I sat there for literally five minutes waiting for it to connect. So then I decided I would try a couple things on the internet to try and get it to work. Nothing, so I wheeled (oh yeah this bitchn' chair has wheels) to my MacBook Pro to see if that got a connection. NOTHING. I pulled my iPhone out of my sweatpants pocket . . . . no internet connection. I ran into my room grabbed my iPad 2 off the nightstand . . . . NO INTERNET CONNECTION.

"Okay okay maybe there is something with my internet, I will call at nine o'clock to get some guy out here to get it right and then I will just have to put in a lot of time today," I told myself in a panicked tone. I looked over at the clock, 5:45. I usually get up at 5:15 every morning to get a blog in before my shower. Well to bad for that. So I go to the bathroom which is located right next to my living room. I open the cedar door to a blue walled bathroom, with a crappy toilet (a toilet is a toilet in my eyes), a porcelain sink, an overhead mirror cabinet (filled with all my shaving cream, razor, pills, and deodorant), and a huge bathtub shower. I strip down into my boxers and shave the five o'clock shadow off my face. You know id you make one simple mistake while shaving it could really hurt, well me being in a paranoia today already decided to cut my chin today. Well after the failed attempt at shaving I take my daily morning soak in the tub.

After my morning soak, I put on my clean pair of my gray sweatpants, and a bright white t-shirt. My day-to-day attire when I work. I look over at the clock sitting next to my big screen TV, and it read 6:30. Usually around this time I am taking my morning soak, then after that I go ahead and film some videos about me talking about the latest movie or TV show episode. Not today though so far, I went back and checked on the computer . . . still no internet connection . . . .

Eight o'clock finally rolled around and I decided I couldn't wait any longer, after five years of doing this continuously you start to go insane if you don't. I dialed the number for my local telephone company. It took seven rings before I finally got, "Hello Chicago's Finest Telephone company, we are really busy at the moment. Someone will be with you shortly . . . . please hold." Then I got elevator music, and some automated voice saying, "Your call is important to us," for like 30 minutes. The music stopped and a guy said, "I am extremely sorry for your long wait sir, how can I help you?"

"Oh thats fine, um I was wondering if I could have someone come out to look at my router or internet or someth-"

"Sir let me stop you right there. You obviously haven't turned on the news yet today. The internet around the globe has stopped working, no one knows why? No one know how? It just stopped working, globally. As of right now there isn't anything we can do. Thank you for your call though, good day," he interrupted, speaking quickly, and hanging up when he was done talking.

The only thing I could say in my matter of shock was, "OH CRAP!"

This has been a fictional story by Noah Mark Bitney