An unfortunate incident

An ordinary scene. Unsuspecting people frolicking with their children in a colourfully painted yet slowly rusting playground. Yellow, gaudy paint peels off the supporting poles on the swings, and the merry-go-round creaks cheerfully as it spins the children into dizzy euphoria.A woman clutches at the wire fencing enclosing the scene, rattling the fence with all her might. 'Get out!' She screams, already knowing it's far too late. 'Get OUT!'Some parents look suspiciously on at this apparently raving cilvillian. They mutter amongst themselves ominously, wondering whether to say anything, but her desperate cries are barely audible above the screeches of the birds and happy children's laughter.Suddenly a white light fills the darkening sky. Cries of pain fill the thickly resonating air as the once cheery people writhe in agony, their eyes destroyed by the impossibly bright flash. A fiery shockwave forces its way through the city; the people burst into flame in the unbearable heat. They scream and curl into the foetal position and the most intense pain imaginable ripples through their frail bodies. A little girl stares at her mother's melting face and whimpers, otherwise in silence. Elsewhere in the centre of the city, buildings crumble with the force of the flame peppered waves that are destroying this once mighty city. Skyscrapers fall as if they were no more than dust in the wind.Back at the playground, all who once lived are ashes. The bones of the woman at the fence's fingers are clearly visible through her charred emains, and what is left of her disperses in the slight breeze. Nothing is meft.In the deathly silence, all that can be heard are the ghosts of tormented screams in the majestic half-light. Shadows are burned into walls. Cars are but twisted molten wreckage. The only proof of life is the dead; all is still.The aftermath of the Hiroshima atomic bomb was unfathomable. Countless people were killed instantly in the most horrific war action of all the century, if not all time. the few that did survive often died withing a few months from their horrific burns or radiation poisoning. Even to this day, these mighty civilisations lay empty, the remains of loved ones lost to the ages.So the question remains, what was the point of any of this? Was it truly necessary to destroy so much and kill so many? Some would argue yes, that the bombs dropped on an unsuspecting japan were required to halt the war, otherwise peace might never have been restored to our planet. It seems unfeasible to say the least, but perhaps Earth would become a dead and uninhabited planet, desptroyed by the very race that sought to save it in their bids for power.However, if these nuclear weapons hadnnot been used, would the outcome have still been the same? Indeed, Japan had over five million soldiers willing to die for the cause; they were virtually unstoppable. Some say they would never have surrendered, even when their impending defeat was ascertained. Protesters claimed after the event that shaped the lives of a nation that the bombs were unnecessary; an experiment by the US government that was both murderous and callously evil. It all depends which side of the moral fence you sit on.The moral fence divides the world like an iron curtain, simultaeneously dividing and uniting the planet. But how to choose what side to reside on? That is the common man's decision.Peacekeepers might choose the point of view that catered for their anti-war beliefs and reservations when it came to violence, but it must also be taken into account that sometimes violence is a much needed ingredient to end a conflict. Sometimes that final blow is all it takes to blow a war apart.Budding politicians, however, would likely argue that is was a necessary precaution to avoid further death of civilians and soldiers. In number form, the total of casualties from the atomic bombs was much lower than those from the bombings of London, but could they have been avoided too?I don't by any means hold the answers to this moral riddle. All I can say, however, is that no matter how we side now, it's far too late to go back and pull out that final nail that the president nailed into Japan's coffin.

An extract von my epic novel

An Extract

Hello, I'm Laura. You probably knew that. If not, why the HELL are you reading this? Click the back button please. Anyway, Here's a bit of an extract from the novel I'm writing, just to draw the customers in. Don't forget, I love you all lots and lots, so don't forget to leave complimenting comments at the end of it. MuchThankies. xx

‘Arthur!’ I called, watching his face light up at the thought of a visitor ‘Arthur!’ I fell down next to him after running the last stretch of the hill. ‘Hello, it’s been a while’‘Sure as apples are apples it has,’ he replied smiling. ‘I’ve long since finished the last of my Jane Austen’s, and I’m well into Dickens now.’I often think that Arthur’s main goal in this life is to read every single classic book out there. I don’t understand half of the titles, let alone the plots. ‘Well done, I’d never have the stamina to finish one of those.’Arthur smiled quietly at the spine of the book he was reading. ‘Well, I love it, so it’s no great sacrifice. I’m thinking of asking for War and Peace for my birthday; I’ll be eighteen in a few months. Seems an appropriate title, don’t you think?’ The smile vanished slowly from my face. ‘Yes,’ I said eventually, trying to keep my voice steady with all of my might. ‘Very.’Arthur dropped the book he was holding, which was unusual enough to distract me from my near-tear crisis. He lectures me endlessly about looking after the spines and bindings of books. ‘Wait - Elsie, what on earth is wrong?’I let the whole miserable story tumble out, along with a few tears, even the part about looking after Ma and Lily now Pa was gone. Arthur shifted uncomfortable, and after a while, passed me his handkerchief. It was only when I began to calm down a little that I noticed his arm was around me. I blushed deeply, wondering what Ma would say. ‘Well, gosh. Well, forgive me for saying it again, but that’s not the best thing to happen, is it?’ I shook my head in a mixture of despair and embarrassment ‘But maybe the war won’t be a long one. Maybe it’ll be a flash-conflict.’Arthur has the most vexing habit of using terms that only a specialist in that field could even begin to comprehend.‘A flash what?’ I asked, a familiar grin starting to creep across my face.‘Oh, a flash-conflict,’ He began enthusiastically. ‘A flash conflict is where neither sides have enough troops or supplies to sustain a long, drawn out war, and…’ He trailed off, having seen me looking away, my shoulders shaking. ‘Oh, Elsie, I’m so sorry…I…’I turned around, giggling. ‘Oh, you are one Arthur,’ I laughed, wiping away tears of laughter this time. ‘Fancy discussing army tactics with me of all people!’ Arthur laughed too this time.‘Oh, yes, I suppose you aren’t the most appropriate. My father would…’ He trailed off again. I sat up a little straighter, knowing that whatever had made Arthur stop hadn’t been good. ‘Your father would what?’ I asked tentatively, nervously twisting a strand of hair between two fingers.‘My father.’ Began Arthur slowly, ‘my father would be more of the person to talk about armies with, because…well…’ He bit his lip. ‘My father wants me to enlist.’ He blurted out.My heart skipped a beat for the second time in a little while.‘He wants you to enlist? Why on earth?’‘Because he doesn’t think I’m tough enough. He wants me to be one of those thugs in the army or navy that go out to get themselves killed.’ Arthur picked up a buttercup with his free hand and twirled it between his finger and thumb. The flower was dying; its petals were hanging off. One fluttered to the ground. We sat in silence for a while. Eventually I plucked up the courage to say something.‘I don’t want you to be one of those thugs, Arthur. I think you’re marvellous.’My cheeks went as red as the bloody sky above. I glanced up for a second to see if he was looking at me. His cheeks were as red as mine. He didn’t say anything, just held me a little closer. I rested my head against his shoulder, and knew I’d never been so happy.Btw, I'm fully aware that this is a particulary lovey-dovey bit. I PROMISE to get some gory or drama stuff on here at a later date, primarily when I've wriiten it.

Androgyns

Androgyns
Upon picking up four pints of semi-skimmed Cravendale milk today in our local tescos, I bumped into a lady and sent her trolley flying about two feet. Mumbling a hasty “Sorry Ma’am,” I picked up the offending milk and started to make my way away from the crash scene, when the ’woman’ turned to face me, and I realised with a large flush of colour to my cheeks that she was indeed a he. “Quite alright madam.” He said gruffly and waltzed away, leaving me mortified in the dairy section. This incident has gotten me thinking. About those beautiful beings we like to call ‘androgyns’ , or more commonly a ‘he-she’. To be perfectly honest, these odd collaborations of genders can quite easily be one of two things. One; incredibly, wonderfully captivating and lovely people that you can’t help but stare at in wonder, or two; really very weird people that make you cringe at the sight of them and cross the street to avoid their heavily and distastefully mascara clad gazes.Perfect examples of this would be Bill Kaulitz and Jefree Star. Bill, for instance, is one of the positively androgynous people that bless this Earth that we find easy to love and appreciate. He’s feminine, but not too much so. Sensitive and fragile, yet still manly and very, very sexy. Well, in my opinion anyway. I know a lot of people at my school disagree with me, but hey ho. If you’ve never seen him, (unlucky soul) here’s a link.

http://www.fanzona.tv/uploads/posts/....Then there’s Jefree. Ugh, sorry for the audible gag, but he really is sickening. With hair that looks like he crashed into the back of a Barbie paint delivery truck and equally hot-pink tattooed eyebrows, he’s the monster from under my bed that only eats one sock. it’s truly cringeful how he dresses - Hello Kitty tiaras teamed with tight halter tops and low-rise jeans, plus a load of hooker-esque make-up. Wait, no. His maquillage makes a prostitute look tasteful and conserved. Just take a look at this.

http://www.savingadvice.com/images/b...How nauseous do you feel now? That warm, fuzzy feeling you get seeing a picture of someone like Bill has long gone now, hasn’t it? It’s been replaced with the urge to vomit, hasn’t it? Well, maybe not, but you have to admit that Jefree Star is a very bad example of this genre of person, and Bill is a very appealing example. Boys, don’t you just have the urge to mess around with eyeliner now? And girls; I’d bet most of my possessions that if you had a face like Bill’s you’d be pretty happy, what with his feline features and gracefully sharp cheekbones. Makes you jealous that a boy’s prettier than you, doesn’t it? Haha.Which is why I wrote this. I for one am very thankful for people like this, even the occasional Jefree. Otherwise, the world would be so dull it wouldn’t be worth living. These people spice things up a bit, so don’t ,make fun of them and call them ‘pouffes’ or whatever you wish to call them. They have their own style and enough confidence to carry it off, so don’t chastise them for being their own person, even if they are as repellant as Jefree.