Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Bio-riddle
Who has done this that you know? Written lots of books and done so without a groan? She grew up on a prairie and didn’t like school; and though it may seem a dead giveaway, she wrote “The Guardians of Ga’Hoole”, that’s all I will say.
Rewrite of Book Ending (War of the Ember)
Book Ending
By Glenn
Coryn ran the scythe of ice through Nyra’s heart, a direct hit. He had received a few hits but nothing major. He landed near Soren and tiredly looked at his talons. “She’s gone, Coryn. You do not need to worry any longer.” Soren said as he checked his nephews face for any expression. There was nothing that Soren could see, and if there was something nagging Coryn Soren could not tell. He quietly replied, “I do not worry, uncle. It is just facing the Guardians after this that will trouble me. I have never looked into their eyes without thinking about Nyra. Soren responded even more quietly, “I know, Coryn. But the Guardians will honor you as they should.” Before Soren could say more, Coryn was off into the night sky, and Soren knew there was no point in following him.
As Coryn flew, he silently created poems in his head. “There is a place I know, it is beyond all imagination that one owl could possibly manage to come up with. It is a place to be torn down, and stagger up again. There is a place I know where owls attack their mums. There is a place like this and I call it home.” Coryn replayed this rather roughly created poem in his mind. Then he came up with another. “The night reflects my feelings, a guide of light and a guide of madness. I led my path, I led it toward madness. The night, the sky, the kingdoms of all owls, they are haunted by day and scared by night. There is a fear in all. But courage comes from them, if one is not ruined beyond repair from them. The sky, the night. All guides of fear, and light.” He shook it out of his head with a mighty twist of his neck. “I killed my mom. What am I becoming? A war machine, or a good owl with a good gizzard?” He turned in flight, veering off East, the opposite direction of the Great Tree. He did not know what for. He just knew he must go East to settle his gizzard once and for all.
During his flight, he picked up a small noise among the winds. A cry of a young owl! He dived toward the cries general direction. One of the last followers of Nyra sat grinning as he tormented a young owl. The owl sat shivering in his home as the evil owl blocked its exit. “What do you want?!” he asked fearfully. “Only something that can be supplied by your death. Food.” The young owl realized what the evil owl meant. “No, please just take my meal!” That was when he realized I was watching. His looking in the other direction alerted the evil owl. He looked over his shoulder, but Coryn was already attacking. In the flurry of talons, Coryn watched as the young owl made his escape, flapping his wings frantically. He finally had his opening as the evil owl let his guard down and attempted following the young owl. Coryn yanked one of his wings off, and he spiraled screaming in pain. Coryn had beaten the evil owl, now he just needed to tend to the youngster.
Racing after the owl, he couldn’t help but notice how odd it was that he went this way and saved an owl in the same time that he had been flying over this area. When he reached the unfortunate young owl, he immediately asked if he was alright. “Yes, I’m fine. Wait, you look familiar. Do I know you?”Coryn replied after a moment. “I believe so. I am Coryn.” The owls face showed all too much recognition. “Coryn! I can’t believe it! I got saved by a king! Thank you for saving my tail feathers there, Coryn. I really owe you.” Coryn’s face ghosted a grin. “I am a good owl.” He said quietly too himself. “What was that?” the youngster asked. “Nothing. Anyway, happy to help you……” “Ruefny.” “Happy to help, Ruefny.” And with that he took off with the youngster calling out, “Thanks!” Coryn flew West, back towards the Great Tree.
The Guardians readily greeted him with praise. “You just proved your place on throne,” said many of the crowding owls. “Can I have a little room, please?” The owls backed away. He wasted no time finding Soren. He found Soren’s hollow and entered quietly. “Hello, Soren.” Soren stepped out of the shadows. “Welcome back, Coryn.” “I am at peace now, Soren.” Was all he said. “Good.” Soren gently replied. “I know it was hard, Coryn.” Coryn said nothing more and lifted off slowly. He spent the rest of the night flying slowly and coming up with more poems. “There is good, there is light. All you must do is take flight and find it. There is good, there is light. All you must do to find it. There is good as well as light, but the shadow leaves weakness. The patch of weakness is love, the patch of weakness is love.” Gylfie appeared out of nowhere when he was making his poems. “You did well, Coryn.” His ghost of a smile was no more. It was a large grin now. “Thanks.” “Gylf?” “Yes Coryn?” “Do you think I’m a good king?” She paused. “Yes, Coryn.” “Do you think I’m a good friend?” Once more she paused. “Absolutely.” His gaze unlocked and slid away. “There is good, there is light. All you must do is take flight……… and find friends.”
“And find friends.”
The End……
Or is it?........
By Glenn
Coryn ran the scythe of ice through Nyra’s heart, a direct hit. He had received a few hits but nothing major. He landed near Soren and tiredly looked at his talons. “She’s gone, Coryn. You do not need to worry any longer.” Soren said as he checked his nephews face for any expression. There was nothing that Soren could see, and if there was something nagging Coryn Soren could not tell. He quietly replied, “I do not worry, uncle. It is just facing the Guardians after this that will trouble me. I have never looked into their eyes without thinking about Nyra. Soren responded even more quietly, “I know, Coryn. But the Guardians will honor you as they should.” Before Soren could say more, Coryn was off into the night sky, and Soren knew there was no point in following him.
As Coryn flew, he silently created poems in his head. “There is a place I know, it is beyond all imagination that one owl could possibly manage to come up with. It is a place to be torn down, and stagger up again. There is a place I know where owls attack their mums. There is a place like this and I call it home.” Coryn replayed this rather roughly created poem in his mind. Then he came up with another. “The night reflects my feelings, a guide of light and a guide of madness. I led my path, I led it toward madness. The night, the sky, the kingdoms of all owls, they are haunted by day and scared by night. There is a fear in all. But courage comes from them, if one is not ruined beyond repair from them. The sky, the night. All guides of fear, and light.” He shook it out of his head with a mighty twist of his neck. “I killed my mom. What am I becoming? A war machine, or a good owl with a good gizzard?” He turned in flight, veering off East, the opposite direction of the Great Tree. He did not know what for. He just knew he must go East to settle his gizzard once and for all.
During his flight, he picked up a small noise among the winds. A cry of a young owl! He dived toward the cries general direction. One of the last followers of Nyra sat grinning as he tormented a young owl. The owl sat shivering in his home as the evil owl blocked its exit. “What do you want?!” he asked fearfully. “Only something that can be supplied by your death. Food.” The young owl realized what the evil owl meant. “No, please just take my meal!” That was when he realized I was watching. His looking in the other direction alerted the evil owl. He looked over his shoulder, but Coryn was already attacking. In the flurry of talons, Coryn watched as the young owl made his escape, flapping his wings frantically. He finally had his opening as the evil owl let his guard down and attempted following the young owl. Coryn yanked one of his wings off, and he spiraled screaming in pain. Coryn had beaten the evil owl, now he just needed to tend to the youngster.
Racing after the owl, he couldn’t help but notice how odd it was that he went this way and saved an owl in the same time that he had been flying over this area. When he reached the unfortunate young owl, he immediately asked if he was alright. “Yes, I’m fine. Wait, you look familiar. Do I know you?”Coryn replied after a moment. “I believe so. I am Coryn.” The owls face showed all too much recognition. “Coryn! I can’t believe it! I got saved by a king! Thank you for saving my tail feathers there, Coryn. I really owe you.” Coryn’s face ghosted a grin. “I am a good owl.” He said quietly too himself. “What was that?” the youngster asked. “Nothing. Anyway, happy to help you……” “Ruefny.” “Happy to help, Ruefny.” And with that he took off with the youngster calling out, “Thanks!” Coryn flew West, back towards the Great Tree.
The Guardians readily greeted him with praise. “You just proved your place on throne,” said many of the crowding owls. “Can I have a little room, please?” The owls backed away. He wasted no time finding Soren. He found Soren’s hollow and entered quietly. “Hello, Soren.” Soren stepped out of the shadows. “Welcome back, Coryn.” “I am at peace now, Soren.” Was all he said. “Good.” Soren gently replied. “I know it was hard, Coryn.” Coryn said nothing more and lifted off slowly. He spent the rest of the night flying slowly and coming up with more poems. “There is good, there is light. All you must do is take flight and find it. There is good, there is light. All you must do to find it. There is good as well as light, but the shadow leaves weakness. The patch of weakness is love, the patch of weakness is love.” Gylfie appeared out of nowhere when he was making his poems. “You did well, Coryn.” His ghost of a smile was no more. It was a large grin now. “Thanks.” “Gylf?” “Yes Coryn?” “Do you think I’m a good king?” She paused. “Yes, Coryn.” “Do you think I’m a good friend?” Once more she paused. “Absolutely.” His gaze unlocked and slid away. “There is good, there is light. All you must do is take flight……… and find friends.”
“And find friends.”
The End……
Or is it?........
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