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    Ik ben Timothy, en gebruik soms ook wel de schuilnaam Baird.
    Ik ben een man en woon in Grembergen (België) en mijn beroep is .
    Ik ben geboren op 07/06/1992 en ben nu dus 31 jaar jong.
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    28-08-2007
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    the happiness of life part 1: the discovery
    I was walking through the forest, just enjoying the bright moonlight...looking at the stars. I sighed. "oh, stars! You are free! Free to live and be were thee want to be...but I...I am a prisoner of reality! oh, stars, hallowed be thy name!" was all I said
    Yes, I am a poet! A bardic poet. Baird is my name, singing poets is my fame. I have lived in this world for over three centuries now, in case you haven't thought of it yet, I am also a vampire. yes, an undead one. Struggling through the Irish forests I am, every single night of my eternal life! My eternal unhappy life.
    I gazed up at a tree, the tree I was sitting under.
    "oh, dear tree, thou must never regret the falling of the leaves in autumn, for spring is there to save you, my friend"
     
    I am now 328 years old. Pretty young compared to my master, Roderick O'Tay. He is 2007 years old, he was a close friend of Jesus. He used to go by the name of Judas...yes, the betrayor! but he became Roderick after the catholic church would give anything to find the man or woman that could bring them the head of Judas. Roderick bit me in the year 1707, when I was 28... I am 300 in vampireyears, because : 328 (my age) - 28 (the age I was when I got bitten) = 300
    I wrote down what I just said in a little notebook I brought with me. I suddenly realised the sun was coming up! I put away my notebook and I ran home...to my sweet little cosy bed. Yes, I sleep in a bed, I don't sleep in a coffin, like many people think. Damn those stupid horror/vampire movies
     I enjoyed the first 54 years of being a vampire, but my happiness soon faded away, and so did my trust in Roderick. He stole my only possession I had: my silver necklace my fiance gave me before...Roderick killed her! But now, I hate the life of a vampire! I can't go downtown for a beer, because the sun is up! I can't go to my fiancé's grave, because the cemetary is closed at night! I can't just say hello to the neighbours, because they sleep at night!
    I fell asleep, in my warm, soft sweet bed. I dreamt of all the people I loved: Sheilah (my fiance), Robin (my brother), and offcourse, Ben (my best vampire-friend). but then, the dream turned into a nightmare! all the people I loved died, and they called other dead ones, they made a circle and danced. then suddenly, I heard someone sing: "did you wake from your dreams to go dancing with the dead?" and then I scared and woke up! I jumped up, right into the sunlight...and the sunlight didn't harm me. 
    Roderick always told me that sunlight harms vampires...the bastard lied! I missed all the good things in life, just because I was too afraid to see if the legend was true! apparently it wasn't!
    I suddenly realised that Roderick lied to me! I got mad and dropped my fist so hard on my desk, that my desk broke in half! I was amazed of my strength. I started learning new things, I already learned two: I am not harmed by sunlight. I am superstrong. in 300 years, I didn't even test my strength, because I never got mad or punched something before...
    in the year 1852, I realised Roderick's reign of evil wouldn't last long, for I knew his only weakness: love. love was the only thing roderick was afraid of, because he knew that loved ones are loveblind and they don't see the bad things that happen to them.
    I went downtown, to a local pub and ordered a beer. when I opened my mouth to talk, some people looked at my teeth and scared. I looked them in the eyes...they scared of my bloodred eyes. I told them I have a problem with my eyes (but they're just so, because I have to keep my blood running everywhere) and that my teeth are misshapen. They fell for it.
    you'll probably wonder: why is he drinking beer when he is a vampire? Isn't he supposed to drink blood? NO! that's an other thing that was brought amongst man by movies! Vampires are people like you and me, but they just live forever.
    I took my cellphone and called Ben. The phone rang. He picked up:
    "hello, Baird, why are you calling me, dude? the sun is up!"
    "DUDE!! STAND IN THE SUNLIGHT!!!!"
    "ARE YOU CRAZY!? didn't you hear what Roderick said?"
    "Roderick is a liar!! I am in the pub, dude!! I found out Roderick lied!"
    "REALLY!? I still don't believe you..."
    "Dude, who do you believe: me, or some idiot used up second class vampire?" he sighed, I heard him get up...silence...and then "HOLY SHIT!!!!"
    "Told you!"
    "I'm coming to the pub right away, okay?"
    "yeah sure, seeya, Ben"
    "seeya, Baird"

    You know, the only true thing about vampires in movies is that they don't have a mirrorvision. It sucks that I can't even see what I look like, it makes me very sad , sometimes. I even once wrote a song/poem about it. I called it "The Happiness Of Life"
    Ben arrived at the pub a few minutes later, he was very surprised to see me smile.
    "DUDE!! You're...smiling; I haven't seen you smile in 205 years!" some people looked at him when he said that. He looked at them and he changed his mind
    "25 years, I mean...hehe" "I know, Ben...I know"

    All I ever thought was that a vampire that has a heart and can feel love, writes poems, songs and stories, isn't a real vampire...But boy, was I wrong!
    Me and Ben celebrated the whole night and when we finally got home (wasted off course), all I did was sleep...Sleep to wake up the next morning and live another day in my awful life...

    28-08-2007 om 00:00 geschreven door Baird  

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