Gladiator V2

Gladiator

The sun is blinding as this new 'prospect' enters the Great Arena. The sand is boiling hot and feels like sand paper as Decimus steps into sight of the crowd. The mass of men and women us astonishing, and their cry for blood shed is nothing less than extraordinary. Across the way is a tall, brute of a man. He stands tall and proud with one hand holding a trident, that drips with the red life of its most recent victim, and in the other hand he holds a rough and scraggly net. His left shoulder was cladded in a thick pauldron of iron. His chest was plain and muscular, and his lower body was wrapped in leather. His right hand, holding the trident, was draped with 8 threads of cloth. Decimus was an average man, muscular and tone, but all he was equipped with was a loincloth and was only armed with a ripped pair of cestus'. The king stood up and raised his hand, the elegant and gold lined ruby cloak draped far below the man's arm. He dropped his hand harshly and, then the brute let out a war cry and began his charge.

Decimus shifted his left foot back and bent his knees slightly, not moving. He watched the brute charge and draw his left arm back. He waited patiently, running the risk of being whipped by the Lorarius. The brute tossed his net and continued on his unstoppable charge of strength. The net spread open as if it was alive, and Decimus rolled forward and began his own charge. Decimus ran quicker than the other gladiator for not being burdened by such heavy weaponry and the weight of the armor. As the two neared towards eachother, The brute pulled his right arm in and aimed it forward at Decimus. Just before he was about to be impaled, Decimus slide under the trident and extended his right leg as he slide across the sandpaper of ground. His heel contacted with the shin of his opponent, but to not prevail. The brute picked Decimus up by his head and tossed him back. Decimus rolled, but quickly recovered and got back on his feet just in time to shuffle to the left, and avoid losing his life.He than quickly grabbed the trident and ran forward with it, trying to pry it out of the man's hand. The brute yelled and charged at Decimus, the trident was disarmed, but not before he was trampled by this bull. The beast than reclaimed his weapon and stood over Decimus who was rapidly gasping after having his diaphragm stepped on. The beast raised his trident....

Not your voice V1

Not your voice V1

The smell of dirt permeates your nose along with the scent of body odor, and death. The sky is faded by the cloud of dust that has risen and now hovers over the area, watching. Your hand is in a death-grip on the leather straps that are encasing the hilt of your sword. The weapon has some weight to it, but you can maneuver with ease with it. Its silver shine almost blinds you as you tilt the blade towards the beating sun. The blade only extends a rough 3 feet away from its cross-guard. Your left arm is burdened with a heavy, and thick bronze circle. Your forearm is pained with having the leather straps dig into it, but you still persevere. Your shoulders are pressed with the bronze breastplate that is your only defense against you and your armies, besides your own skill of course. Your feet are wrapped in sandals and are free to feel the wind brush against them, and have the dirt cast them as it flies from the ground.

You must take a look up now. Where do you think you are? Rome? No. You're silly for thinking that Idiot.
 Look out!  A man charges you yelling, and he drops his arm trying to bring his steel blade down onto your skull. You bring your right arm up and parry the blade to the side then shoot your left arm forward and slam the edge of your shield into the man's throat, breaking his wind pipe and killing him.
Good, you didn't die, and surprisingly your counter was that of an experienced soldier. That might explain why I'm....what's that? Why? OH no no no. That's not for you to know, just know that wherever you are, I am and here. Always watching through what you see.

War U2

War

Yet again I am doing an opinion article, however this may lead into a nice short story, and by that I mean I may get an idea. Anyway, this article is opinion based.

 Now I have never taken part, nor do I have intention in taking part in the vicious acts of war, however I do something id like to say about it. War is no much skill now as it is, who has more money to buy the best weapons. The unfortunate truth is that, whoever has superior weaponry wins, though this has been true in many ages, it is further pushed up and portrayed nowadays. You may wonder what I mean, and this is what I shall explain.

War back in the iron age and time periods around their, took tactic and primary stamina and skill. If you were inexperienced and could not run or do physical labor for very long on the battlefield, you were dead. Tactic is still required, along with the stamina, but not as much anymore. War now is considered very honorable and heroic and courageous. This is true I will admit, I am not thrashing on any current soldiers. I am merely stating my opinion that back in the days of sword and shield, war was more prideful and it was much more difficult. I often imagine myself in the fights I watch in movies, sure they're not real, but they are the closest I can get to the real thing; and with that I find myself lost in the battle because I don't think I could understand who's who in a situation like that, more or less I couldn't maintain focus because for all you know, someone is gonna sneak up behind you and you will get double teamed.

All I'm saying is that back in the day, the chances of getting killed were much higher because it was chaos. There is no other way to describe a battle back then than just total confusion and chaos. If I had the choice, would I live back in those days?  Personally, I would like to live in a mixed kind of way, where people live in a somewhat old style and we use weapons such as swords, spears, shields, etc. But we still have lights, and medicine.

And More Section(Psyche. Theory) U1

And More Section

Psyche Theory

(This blog will be done in opinion style)

Being a 16 year old in high school and taking psychology class is challenging but also fun. This also makes the people, who care, think about why we think the way we do. By this I mean that some people think of their own theories as to why we think the way we do and stuff within the neural nature.

Unfortunately the theory has by passed my mind, however there is one theory that I can relate to my own idea.The theory or perspective that is out there believes that the subconscious of our mind holds all these nasty and horrible thoughts, and our conscious mind finds ways to block off these thoughts and keep them at bay; though sometimes the thoughts find ways to our conscious mind. In a way I do agree with this theory because all humans have urges to do things they normally wouldn't. Think about that for a second, have you ever wanted to do something ( I will not list things, you can imagine them yourself) that would be considered immoral or illegal and you fight it off, but you still thought of it? That is the idea I guess of that perspective.

Where I come to think differently is that we as humans are still prone to basic and primal urges. We want to do things that we shouldn't, and things in that nature. Also in a way we want to be free. Government limits us on what we can do, and also money limits us as well. Without money, you have no freedom. Humans strive for freedom so they can do whatever they want. Though that is not necessarily the idea I was thinking. The idea I was thinking was that, our subconscious is still very primal. We hold all our primal thoughts and urges within our subconscious'. Our conscious mind is the modern one that can distinguish from right and wrong. Though also, our subconscious holds many secrets. For example, we use roughly only 20% of our brain. When I hear that, I say that 80% of our brain is the subconscious. So they was I see it; our mind is 20% conscious and 80% unconscious. If we are to find a way to use 100% of our brain, there would be nothing we couldn't do. Now when I think back on it, my idea is practically the same to that theory. 

-So I want to make it clear that I was not trying to steal anything from anyone, I was merely trying to get what I think out there, along with getting a blog article in for class.-

Pt. 3 Short Story T2

Pt. 3

Short Story T2

The air was stale and musty. The slightest taste of iron could be felt on the tongue as one would enter the strange building. Jack looked around and examined the room, looking for some type of switch to turn on the lights. Not even he could see through the pitch blackness that surrounded him like the cloak of death itself.

Meanwhile Jake looked around the alley way for any kind of back entrance to the building. The moon's ominous glow could not reach Jake's location and this made it even harder for an entrance to be found. Jake ran his hand across the wall of the building until it met a cold metal frame. He turned and looked, and what he saw was the silhouette of a door. He grasped the handle and, knowing it would be locked, he yanked real hard and was able to completely rip off the hinges of the door and let himself in.

"Greetings." Jake said with a sarcastic tone as he came walking out from the back room with his arms up.
Jack came out from behind a pillar of stone and peered through the darkness. " Good to see I'm not the only one being a nuisance."
Jake chuckled lightly before he brought his left hand down and flipped a switch turning on the lights of the building. The white marble pillars and floor emanated and reflected the bright light. Jack closed his eyes quickly, and then reopened them, his eyes no longer casting their own glow.
"What gave me away?" Jack asked.
"Well, when your eyes glow like Christmas lights in the middle of the dark. It's kind of hard not to miss you." Jake said as he shrugged and vaulted over a polished oak desk.
Jack shrugged and followed Jake to the back of the building. They stopped at a circular wall of steel. The circle came out about a foot and appeared to be full of many complicated mechanisms and locking devices. Multiple 5 inch thick bars of solid steel entered the door and kept it from moving in any way shape or form unless processed to do so.
" Ready?" Jake asked. Jack nodded and took a deep breath; the two men placed their hands in front of their chest and opened their hands. A bright glow came from a red and orange ball that was manifesting itself it between their hands. Fire.
"Here we go." The two men then slammed their foots back, in sync, and then shoved their shoulders forward and their arms flew to the door and a bright white burst of fire engulfed the small area. A loud ringing started and it was almost deafening to anyone within feet of the screeching devices.

-Pt. 2- Short Story T1

-Pt. 2-

-Short Story T1-

The crescent moon shown what light it could onto the wet streets. The air smells pure and clear, and humid. The rain comes down in a light 'hm' as it spreads its tears across the city. The sound of a few cars is heard but they are distant and faint; it appears as though the area is asleep or dead.

"Think the rain might work to our advantage today, don't you?" Jack said with an everly prevalent sarcastic tone.

Jake growled light and tensed up his shoulders pulling them in more. " Not the temperature."

The two men walked up to the iron clad doors of a building casted in white marble and stone. Jack brought his hand up and knocked. The building echoed with the lifeless-ness it sustained within. The two men looked at each other and were thinking the same thing. 'Too easy.'

" You want to go around back and I'll take the front?" Jack asked.

"Sure why not, but make sure you don't use too much power. They got sensors here."

Jack nodded and then turned to face the door. His hands were in the front pockets of his wet jacket. His hood was up and dripping with rain droplets. He grinned and bared his abnormally sharp canines, and his eyes shown a brightly with a deep blue. Suddenly he was gone, just vanished.

" That's as much as you can use for now Jack!" Jake yelled from the outside, and after a few moments you could hear a faint yell from within the building.

Jack looked around in the pitch darkness. Nothing was visible in any way, shape,or form. His eyes radiating their blue color was the only thing someone would be able to see from a distance, but even that would be hard to see for they were dim, even at their brightest. 'If I can't use power, then how am I supposed to see anything?" Jack thought to himself.

Jake now made his way around to the back of the building. The streetlights radiance retreated now at this point where Jake went down the alley way. He looked from one roof to the next, and watched as the rain feel from the black sky. He water proof jacket kept him generally dry as he made his way targeted destination. A loud splash was heard as he stepped in a puddle. 'Perfect Start!' He yelled to himself.