Revolutionary (again)

So, you remeber the short story I posted before? Well, that was the draft, and now this is/was the final. BTW, I got an A for it. My teacher (Mr bleep) finally gave them back. Pretty sweet. Anyway.....here you go.


The four grey, stone walls enclosed Pierre De Lèurs and created a sense of entrapment. Candles softly lit the small interrogation room. Pierre watched the flickering shadows dance across the ceiling as they illuminated his hard features. There were no windows to the outside world, so he could not tell the time of day.

The year was 1790. France was in a state of turmoil, after King Louis XVI was thrown out of the palace, and a revolution had begun. Pierre was in the thick of it, fully supporting the king and rebelling against the new regime, along with a few other supporters.
Pierre had been captured and taken to the new government’s headquarters in Paris. Now he was awaiting interrogation by one of the leaders of the new administration, a man named Goustav.

Pierre was snapped out of his trance by the sharp sound of a door opening and then slamming shut again. When he opened his dark green eyes he saw that Goustav, accompanied by two rough looking guards, had entered the room.
Goustav was strong, had a firm build, and was quite tall, which added to his frightening persona. If he was seen in a dark alley at night, most would run in the other direction. His threatening appearance helped to make sure that no-one stood against him for long.
The guards took their place at the back of the room just behind the bare wooden chair where Pierre was tightly bound with thick rope. The guards, who each had a black powder musket, were just within striking distance of Pierre.
Goustav stood in front of Pierre and stared him down. Pierre blinked first, and Goustav let out a chuckle.
“Pierre, is it?” questioned Goustav. “So you are the one who has been causing all the trouble?”
Pierre said nothing. Goustav glared at him with his deep brown eyes, and then signalled to the guards. One of them strode forward and swung the butt of his musket into Pierre’s head. It made contact with a crack.
Lights danced and popped in front of Pierre’s eyes. His head felt like it had been split in two. Blood dripped down from the large cut now imprinted onto Pierre’s skull and made his black hair become matted with the crimson liquid.
“When I ask you a question, you answer me,” said Goustav. “Or there will be consequences. Now, let us try this again. Where is the headquarters of the rebellion?”
Pierre’s head throbbed with pain. “Don’t know. Couldn’t tell you,” he answered.
Immediately the guards acted. One of them twisted the chair holding Pierre around to face themselves, then the other one punched Pierre in the stomach, again and again, until Goustav signalled for them to stop. The guards stood to attention and moved back to their places. Pierre tried to breathe, but couldn’t. The brutal blows had completely incapacitated him.
“Are you getting the picture now, young Pierre?” said Goustav menacingly. “You don’t talk, we hurt you. You do it enough, and we kill you.”
Pierre finally got his breath back and glowered at the vicious leader. He had no choice; he had to cooperate to some extent. But he was loyal to his allies, he would hopefully not succumb to the punishment and reveal where they were.
“Let’s try this again, shall we?” said Goustav. “Where are the other radicals?”
“Places. Probably somewhere in France,” answered Pierre. His reply dripped with sarcasm.
Goustav tut-tutted. “Wrong answer.”
Once again the guards came forward; and this time they would not be gentle.



Pierre could hardly see. Both his eyes were now black, puffy and swollen. He thought he might have a broken elbow. Every part of his body was screaming in protest at the ruthless beating it had taken.
“Judging by your uncomfortable expression, you seem to be in pain.” Goustav’s observation was an understatement.
“I am going to make you an offer,” said Goustav. “And I would strongly advise that you accept it. You will accept it, or face death. And not by guillotine. Something slow, and painful. Very, very, painful.”
Pierre wasn’t in a position to argue. “What is it?”
“If you tell me everything, locations, people, records……I will let you go, and pretend that you were never part of the rebellion against this new regime.”
Pierre was torn. He was in a massive amount of pain, and wanted this to be over. But he didn’t want to betray his friends. He didn’t know what to do.
“You have thirty seconds to make up your mind.”

***

Four days later, Pierre walked down the concrete steps from the Bastille into a large stone-paved courtyard. Many hundreds of people were gathered around a sort of wooden stage. Except instead of actors, there was only a guillotine.
There was a man standing beside the menacing device with his hands tied behind his back. He gave Pierre a pleading look. Pierre turned away with shame.
Suddenly the crowd fell silent. Pierre heard the shrill shriek of the blade falling towards the man’s neck. A roar went up from the gathering. He was dead.
Goustav clapped his hand onto Pierre’s shoulder. He flinched. He hadn’t heard him walk up.
“You did the right thing, you know. No-one could have stood up against us for long. You did him a favour by making the end quick.” Goustav gave Pierre one final glance, then walked away. As the crowd slowly receded and left the courtyard, Pierre felt alone.
The general had said that he “did the right thing”.
Pierre wasn’t so sure.

They're not all like this, are they?

Guess what my English teacher did today and Monday? That's right, he didn't hand our assignments back to us. Again. ARRRGGGHH!! Apprently we're too "rude" and "offensive" when he's talking. Hmmm.....right. Seems to me that he's just stuck-up and wants every fibre of our being to pay attention to him every millisecond of the lesson. Well, I'm sorry Mr. *bleep* (name bleeped for security reasons), but that's NEVER GOING TO HAPPEN!

Obituary to Common Sense

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.

He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as knowing when to come in out of the rain, why the early bird gets the worm, life isn't always fair, and maybe it was my fault.

Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you earn) and reliable parenting strategies (adults, not children are in charge).

His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a six-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.

Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job they themselves failed to do in disciplining their unruly children.
It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer Aspirin, sun lotion or a sticky plaster to a student; but could not inform the parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.

Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims. Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar can sue you for assault.

Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.

Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason.
He is survived by three stepbrothers; I Know my Rights, Someone Else is to Blame, and I'm a Victim.

Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone.

The Week that Was

Okay...so, its been a while. Some stuff has happened, as always. Okay. Sooo...

Monday. Business assignment was due. Mine was not done/started, and the group presentation that was meant to go with it went down the drain as well, because, basically...I had no group. Hmmmm. Teacher said finish it by tomorrow and do the group presentation alone. Great..
Also handed in English assignment. I like short stories.

Tuesday. Business assignment handed in (yes, i did in fact finish/start it) and did the group powerpoint alone. not very fun.
Started to learn a couple of new songs on drum kit. Good fun.

Wednesday. Did some work on computers assignment. Video editing is cool.
Researched some ancient and foreign Gods for Christian Ed. I did Ra (ancient Egypt) and Vishnu (modern India). And I know what you're thinking. If CE is meant to learning about our God, why are learning about other gods? Don't have a clue. :P
Also had first training session for "Fitness". Basically fitness is if you didn't make it into a sport team, you get to go to a big Fitness First gym and train on Friday afternoons. Normal sport has after-school training on Weds, and I thought fitness would be exempt from that. But nooooo, we had it as well. :/ It was hard.

Thursday. Come to think of it, not much today.........Ooo, wait, I know. In English we were going to get our short stories back. I was looking forward to it. But then our teacher (I won't name them for security reasons) decided to be stuck-up and not give them to us, purely because someone in the class was writing while he was talking. WTF? Now we get them back tomorrow (as in Monday).

Friday. Double whammy today, forgot P.E swimming gear so got a blue slip detention, and then the very next lesson (Business) I get hit with another detention. Although, to be fair, my teacher was meant to give me that one a few days ago for not handing in my assignment in on time, but still....ouch. Handed in my SOSE booklet. Finished it at the last minute.
And had Fitness. It was alright, but not as fun as previous weeks.
But then a light at the end of the tunnel...YOUTH!!!! Went to Jay Stormonth's house and played volleyball, had steak/bacon/onion/sausage sandwiches (basically a vegetarian's worst nightmare), and played Halo 3 and Guitar Hero. Great night, aside from the bruises I now have from getting nipple-crippled. :D

And finally, yesterday, Saturday. Went to Robina and got Maccas for lunch, with a surprising event. Ordered a Double Cheeseburger meal, and instead got a Triple Cheeseburger meal, for the same price. Score! Then stayed up til 11.00 playing PlayStation 2 soccer with my dad. He beat me. Twice. :P

Okay, that's the wrap up for the week. You may now return to your normal lives. :D

I think its a bit too much

So...I have an account on Twitter. If you don't know that it is, then look it up on the everything website, Wikipedia. Anyway, I was looking around at random websites, and found out that there many sites devoted to things to do with it.
For example, there is a site called TweetStats, where you enter in your username and it gives you detailed graphs and figures on usage, most used words, where you've tweeted from, etc.
Another one is HappyTweets, which gives you a score based on your happiness in your tweets. This one's a little weird.

Anyway, I would list more, but I got to go. Check out more at http://www.deontee.com/47-top-twitter-sites-services-software-and-tips/.

Food. I need food.

I'm hungry. I need food. I'm gonna go get some. Right now.



(Don't worry, just another one of my posts which mean absoulutly nothing. :D)

Procrastination = Best. Word. Ever.

I haven't blogged in......oh, it must be about a week. Sorry to anyone who likes reading my brain. Which is basically what this blog is. Holy wow, thats weird.

Uh-huh. Right.

Anyway, I now have a new motto. Well, its not really a new motto, since I never had one before. Here it is:
Boo homework! Yay procrastination!

Ahhh....its so true. And I'm putting it into practice right now. I should be doing my SOSE. Because I'm only up to the third page. And there's like 18 in the booklet. I'm up crap creek on that one.
English...not so much, it's pretty much almost done and its due in a week and a bit. So I'm safe on that one.
Business. Ah. There's another problem. I've done two pages on it out of a possible....oh, lets say...eight. A title page and an intro. And that's it. IT'S JUST SO BORING!! But my lifesaver could just be a little website called Wikipedia. I love copy and paste. Although that's copyright infringement, and I can go to juvie for that (lol). So I won't copy and paste. I'll copy, paste, and change very slightly the wording. They'll never notice. :D

So that's it for now. I'll be back after these messages.

Actually there are no messages, I just wanted it to sound like a TV show. Pathetic, I know. Lol.

Oh, and Tim? Callin says she wants a honeymoon in Brazil.