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.
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
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.
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.
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
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!
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!
Thursday, January 12, 2012
"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
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
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
A letter to an Idol
Hey readers of my blog,
I have been thinking for the past couple days of doing this letter to my number one idol, the person who REALLY got me into writing in the first place. I didn't know where to put this letter. I just thought I might write it for myself, but then I remembered I hadn't written on here in a long while. So, I thought I would just put it on my blog here for you all to read if you want.
A little background information first before I give you the letter. Since I was in seventh grade (I am a Senior in High School now) I have wanted to write. What I want to write is book, screenplay, reviews, and much more of course. Writing is my passion, and I will always love doing it. I have love it ever since I have gotten into the Harry Potter series actually. Joanne Rowling has inspired me, ever since I learned about her struggles, and how successful she became. I know that I might not, but that will not stop me from writing.
I have other idols like Stephen King and James Cameron, but Jo is my true and real inspiration for what aI want to be. I have decided to write this letter because the era is over. I just want to say thanks for everything that she has created, so here is my letter to her. I hope that you will enjoy, somewhat.
Dear J. K. Rowling,
I don't want to be like all crazy and say I am your number one fan and all that fun stuff. I am sure that you have gotten that before (countless of time too). I just want to simply say thanks Mrs. Rowling. I want to thank you for doing what you love, writing.
I got into the Harry Potter Phenomenon later in my life and in his. I became a fan after the fifth book came out actually, and I became a crazy fan of Harry Potter of course, how couldn't I? That isn't all Harry gave me, it isn't all you gave me Jo. I believe that getting me into Harry Potter, got me into reading books. I love reading books now (not that I have the time). I read Stephen King and James Patterson all the time now. I think this is only because the Harry Potter books gave me a liking for reading books. I want to thank you for that. I do not know what I would do without reading now. Every time I read a book, I get transported into this whole new world. That is how I felt with your Harry Potter books, and I just wanted more and more of that. I thank you Mrs. Rowling SO much.
Writing is another thing I really want to thank you for. I thought for years about what I want to do when I get older, and you just completely inspired me with your life story. How you struggled for so long, and look at you now. Look how successful you are! It inspired me greatly. I started writing one day, and I LOVED it so much. That was almost five years ago from when I first started writing, and I am still in love with it today. I am planning on going to college for screenwriting now, because I also love movies so I would love to write for them (ever since Avatar really). Along the side though I want to write books. I am actually wound up in this one idea I have right now. I want to thank you Mrs. Rowling for helping me find my gift. I love writing, I do not know what I would do without it, it really is great.a
There are so many things to thank you for Mrs. Rowling. I could probably write a whole book on all the things you have helped me over come throughout the years, and still years to come probably. (Maybe one day I will write that book). You really are my inspiration, I would one day love to meet you. I would love to believe it could be true, but I am almost 100% sure that it will never happen. You probably will never end up reading this letter even. I just wanted to say thanks for everything Mrs. Rowling. Thank you for helping me want to read, and want to write just like you. If you hadn't written down that one idea you had gotten on a train all those years ago, who knows what I could be doing now. Thanks for doing what you do best, and that is of course what we both love, writing.
Thanks again,
Noah Mark Bitney
I have been thinking for the past couple days of doing this letter to my number one idol, the person who REALLY got me into writing in the first place. I didn't know where to put this letter. I just thought I might write it for myself, but then I remembered I hadn't written on here in a long while. So, I thought I would just put it on my blog here for you all to read if you want.
A little background information first before I give you the letter. Since I was in seventh grade (I am a Senior in High School now) I have wanted to write. What I want to write is book, screenplay, reviews, and much more of course. Writing is my passion, and I will always love doing it. I have love it ever since I have gotten into the Harry Potter series actually. Joanne Rowling has inspired me, ever since I learned about her struggles, and how successful she became. I know that I might not, but that will not stop me from writing.
I have other idols like Stephen King and James Cameron, but Jo is my true and real inspiration for what aI want to be. I have decided to write this letter because the era is over. I just want to say thanks for everything that she has created, so here is my letter to her. I hope that you will enjoy, somewhat.
Dear J. K. Rowling,
I don't want to be like all crazy and say I am your number one fan and all that fun stuff. I am sure that you have gotten that before (countless of time too). I just want to simply say thanks Mrs. Rowling. I want to thank you for doing what you love, writing.
I got into the Harry Potter Phenomenon later in my life and in his. I became a fan after the fifth book came out actually, and I became a crazy fan of Harry Potter of course, how couldn't I? That isn't all Harry gave me, it isn't all you gave me Jo. I believe that getting me into Harry Potter, got me into reading books. I love reading books now (not that I have the time). I read Stephen King and James Patterson all the time now. I think this is only because the Harry Potter books gave me a liking for reading books. I want to thank you for that. I do not know what I would do without reading now. Every time I read a book, I get transported into this whole new world. That is how I felt with your Harry Potter books, and I just wanted more and more of that. I thank you Mrs. Rowling SO much.
Writing is another thing I really want to thank you for. I thought for years about what I want to do when I get older, and you just completely inspired me with your life story. How you struggled for so long, and look at you now. Look how successful you are! It inspired me greatly. I started writing one day, and I LOVED it so much. That was almost five years ago from when I first started writing, and I am still in love with it today. I am planning on going to college for screenwriting now, because I also love movies so I would love to write for them (ever since Avatar really). Along the side though I want to write books. I am actually wound up in this one idea I have right now. I want to thank you Mrs. Rowling for helping me find my gift. I love writing, I do not know what I would do without it, it really is great.a
There are so many things to thank you for Mrs. Rowling. I could probably write a whole book on all the things you have helped me over come throughout the years, and still years to come probably. (Maybe one day I will write that book). You really are my inspiration, I would one day love to meet you. I would love to believe it could be true, but I am almost 100% sure that it will never happen. You probably will never end up reading this letter even. I just wanted to say thanks for everything Mrs. Rowling. Thank you for helping me want to read, and want to write just like you. If you hadn't written down that one idea you had gotten on a train all those years ago, who knows what I could be doing now. Thanks for doing what you do best, and that is of course what we both love, writing.
Thanks again,
Noah Mark Bitney
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